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New Eden 26

Can I? Two.

"Oh, God," I moaned. "I'm going to cum." My daughter's tight little slit was chewing and sucking on my prick in an embrace that would have to be felt to be believed. I felt a familiar tingling, and knew I would soon experience relief ... in my own ten-year-old little girl's belly, if I didn't pull out pretty quick! "Can I come in her?" I asked, sparing a glance from Tanya's bare tummy and tightly stretched slit underneath, to look over at my wife. Ginny, still in starched dress and sweater, didn't change expression from the "teacher" look she had been wearing all afternoon. How she could stare at the erotic things going on in her bedroom, without getting aroused and passionate, I'll never know. "You might get her pregnant," she warned me. Not, "Don't you dare!" or more unbelievably, "Do it!" but just an almost observational comment, like warning me that drinking coffee might keep me awake. I pushed up harder in Tanya, at the incredibly obscene thought of getting my own daughter pregnant. At ten years old, there's not MUCH chance of that ... but Tanya HAD already started menstruating. I tried desperately to remember when ... but got distracted. "What's happening, Momma?" asked Tanya, as my already engorged prick got even harder inside her. Even if I pulled out now, I knew that SOME pre-cum and probably even a few sperm were already inside the child's possibly fertile young womb. Oh God, just let me cum in her ... just once. Please? That's all I ask. "You remember that white-stuff in Daddy's prick I told you about? ... The stuff that makes babies?" "Uh .... Uhhh ... huh." Tanya's grunting acknowledgment was timed to my thrusts inside her. "Daddy's going to squirt some of that white stuff up in your tummy, and get you pregnant, OK, Honey?" "Uh, Uh, Uh." It wasn't clear if the girl's reply was just acknowledgment again, or agreement for me to "do it." "Oh God," I moaned. I did it. Yes, I came in my own little girl, squirting thick white jets of baby-making seed at the child's womb, as I actually did my best to breed my own daughter. At that moment, I didn't care if Tanya was only ten years old, and far too young to have a child yet ... all I wanted was to ejaculate as much sperm as I could in the little girl, as my body once again did its best to reproduce ... even if the woman I was trying to reproduce in was my own eldest daughter. God, did that feel good. Surprisingly, instead of pulling away once she knew I was cumming inside her, filling her tight little belly full of the stuff that makes babies, Tanya actually pushed back at me, forcing my prick to the root in her belly, where it sent squirt after thick white squirt splashing against her uterus. I felt the knob of my daughter's cervix rubbing against the tip of my penis, and was taken with the thought I was cumming that far up inside her, and so close to her womb. Well, if it was possible to get her pregnant, I knew I just had. Thankfully, Tanya WAS only ten years old ... and so quite unlikely to catch, unless we repeated this. Something I immediately vowed would never happen ... now that my prick had spent itself in the child, and sanity returned. Yes, it WAS the most fantastic sex I had ever had ... and with my own daughter too. But no, I vowed then and there that I would NOT repeat this. This was way too risky doing even once. My wife though, had other ideas. "Feel your father's penis shrinking in you?" she asked. "Yes, Momma." Now that I wasn't pounding her pussy, Tanya could speak normally. "Squeeze it tightly, so when Daddy pulls out, you'll keep as much of his sperm inside your vagina as you can." "Yes Momma." "From now on, I want you girls to tell me if your father doesn't fuck you and cum in you like this at least once a day. That way, you'll get pregnant as soon as possible." "Pregnant, Momma?" "Have a baby. Your father has promised to get each of you girls pregnant as often as possible over the next few years." I opened my mouth to object, but Ginny didn't give me the chance. "You HAD your chance to pull out," she reminded me sternly. "You should have thought of what might happen back THEN." "But ... but ...," I spluttered. What about NOW? Just because I did it once, doesn't mean I HAD to keep on doing it, did it? "That's enough!" she snapped. When Ginny is in THAT kind of mood, I know better than to raise objections. There WOULD be plenty of time later to bring up the subject though. ... Or would there? "Now don't forget," she scolded me, "you have TWO daughters, and Maria isn't going to be able to wait until she's ten years old, now that she's seen you fucking her big sister." I turned the other way, and looked into my youngest daughter's nine-year-old cool green eyes that were all abrim with excitement. "Please Daddy?" she pleaded. "Can I? I want to do it RIGHT NOW." "Yes, Dear. Your father is going to slide his penis right up inside your cunny, slide it in and out, fuck you with his baby-making prick, cum inside you, pump his sperm in your womb, keep your vagina filled with his seed until you get pregnant, and fill your tummy with his babies as often as you want him from now on ... just like he just did your big sister ... Won't you Don?" I didn't have the energy to object. Besides, my prick had gone from flaccid-scared after cumming in Tanya, to hard-as-a-brick erect at the thought of cumming in Maria. I just couldn't help myself. Well ... Could YOU help yourself if your own nubile young daughters came begging you and their mother to teach them how to make babies? No, NOT "Where babies come from?" They already KNEW that. How to DO it ... fuck and make babies with their own father. They wanted to practice both making and having babies. Obviously my wife was going to see to it that each of our sexy little girls got a LOT of it.

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Daddy, Please?

"Daddy, please?" I'm weak. I never could resist my little girl, when she gave me that innocent, pleading look. To hear her beg, you'd think she was dying of thirst, and just wanted a tiny drop of water, before she withered up and died. Only what the little girl wanted, wasn't water to drink. My wife, of course, was no help, even in this. "Oh, go ahead, Don," she almost choked with laughter. "You can see the kid really wants it." "But, but ...," I spluttered. I looked down at where our almost naked 6-year-old had crawled into bed with me and my wife. The little pre-schooler had her father's (my) fat, swollen, and treacherous penis in her hot little hand, mouth open, and almost ready to take the prick inside her mouth. It was only fast reactions that had prevented the little girl from already taking several inches in her now-pouting little mouth. Sandy seemed SO disappointed that I wasn't letting her do something that would drive most kids away in horror at the very thought of ... sucking their own father's prick. "Please, Daddy," she repeated. "I'll make it feel REAL good for you, I promise!" I had no doubt about that. Even the worst and most inexperienced blow-job I ever had, was right-on. Having my own little girl TRYING to make it feel good for me, would be twenty times the erotic fantasy that even an experienced hooker "doing her duty" to a customer would ever be. "Uh ...." Once again, I looked over at my wife for support, and received none. Marin's eyes danced with glee, as she saw me caught in my own trap. After all, *I* was the one who read stories about little girls who liked sex, and insisted that they were true ... or at least, could be true. To be accosted by our own child trying to prove *my own* point to *me*, seemed to her to be poetic justice, of a kind. "Thanks, Daddy!" Without waiting further for parental permission that I seemed unable to give, the little girl took my absence of denial for consent. Suddenly I wasn't able to think clearly any more, as a hot wet, WONDERFUL something surrounded the head of my penis, and started moving around it. That something, was my own little girl's mouth. "Oh God," I moaned; involuntarily clutching the child's head, and moving her back and forth, so her sucking mouth slid up and down on my swollen penis like some expensive imitation of a vagina. "See, Daddy," commented Sandy, temporarily pulling back and taking her mouth off my prick so she could talk, "I told you I'd make it feel good for you." With that, my daughter returned to sucking my prick with gusto, until I started feeling the tingles in the head that presaged a full blown ejaculation, like I hadn't had in days. Where or how the little girl had learned to do this so well, and why she even WANTED to do what most girls thought was nasty and obscene ... especially girls her age ... sucking the thing her father PEED out of, like it was the finest candy .... "Oh God," I repeated. "I'm going to cum." Sandy didn't stop sucking. If anything, the little girl started moving faster, and I felt her tiny tongue swirling around the head of my prick, and poking into the pee-hole. "I'm going to cum in your mouth!" I warned her, even louder this time. "Sandy!" Sandy just looked up at me, eyes wide open and smiling the way only a child's eyes can smile. "I'm going to squirt my cum in your mouth," I amplified. "You'd better stop now." I figured it was bad enough letting my little girl suck my prick, without having her grossed-out or even throw up when I ejaculated my semen in her mouth. However much the child liked to actually suck prick (and from her actions, even I was starting to become a believer that Sandy actually DID like what she was doing ... The "Mmmm"'s and mewls of appreciation were all too like the kind the child made when eating her favorite ice-cream or other foods) I just KNEW that ejaculating thick white cum out of my prick into her mouth would be such a nasty and traumatic event, the little girl might end up turned-off from sex for the rest of her life. Heck, even seasoned whores rarely let Johns cum in their mouths; and those who did, usually spit it out as fast as they could. Only in sex-films, did it seem that women actually liked tasting cum. And everybody knows how fake THOSE are. I couldn't do such a thing to my own daughter. I wanted the little girl to LIKE sex. And to top it off, I would forever feel guilty if I took a child who actually LIKED oral sex, and turned her into hating it, by doing such a nasty thing as cumming in her mouth, while she was being so nice to ME by sucking my prick. Forcing myself to pull away, I took Sandy's head in mine and pulled her off me. No way could I ruin her life, for my own pleasure. Only ... Sandy looked up at me, tears in her eyes at my forcing her to stop. "Please, Daddy?" she asked. "I want to taste it. Please, just this once?" Again, my wife didn't give me any support. "Oh, go ahead," she responded to my silent plea for her backing. "You can SEE that she wants it, so why not? It's not as if you were forcing her, or did it unexpectedly." "Please, Daddy?" I'm sorry to say, I did it. Like I said, I never could resist my little girl. With great aching heaves and splurts, I felt surge after surge of thick greasy cum ripple through the tube on the bottom of my prick, once Sandy returned to sucking and slurping on it. And, instead of being disgusted and pulling away when her father started ejaculating his seed in her mouth, my daughter actually forced her head forward two more inches, so that almost three quarters of my prick was in her mouth; and I was almost ejaculating my cum right down her throat. Surge after surge, blast after blast. It seemed my cum would never stop squirting. But finally it did. I knelt there in weary amazement, as the child lapped up the overflow that had escaped her mouth when my heavy ejaculations were too fast for her to swallow. Licking around the base of my prick, she cleaned up every drop; making hums and mewls of appreciation for the taste, as if it was the finest of ambrosia or (her favorite) ice-cream. Then she popped my wilting prick back into her mouth, and nursed it until it finally wilted into a nubbin. "Thanks, Daddy!" she told me; emphasizing her gladness, with a big hug and sloppy kiss (that tasted faintly of semen). "I told you, you would like it; can we do it again; please, Daddy, please, please, please?" she ran her sentences happily together in the exuberance only little girls can have. "I'll make it feel REAL good for you next time," she promised. And that (of course) was just the start. I was just starting to ease down from one of the most incredible sex-experiences of my life, where my own baby girl gave me about the best blow-job I'd ever gotten. (No, as blow-jobs go, Sandy's inexperience would normally have placed her on the BOTTOM of the list for technique and ability. Several times she had accidentally caught the glans of my prick with her teeth, and twice she had almost gagged while actually seeming to TRY to deep-throat me, in a manner that even women three times her age would be hard-put to do. No, what made the sex so good, was first, it was my own little girl ... the one I would do ANYTHING for, except hurt somebody else. Second, it was her enthusiasm. Sandy didn't do the blow-job to impress anybody. She didn't do it for money, fame, or as a duty. Sandy did it because she LIKED me, her own father, wanted me to feel good, and [unbelievable as it seemed at first] because she LIKED to do it.) Sex, ANY sex, is wonderful, unless one person is forcing another. Then it's horror incarnate. That's the main reason I had been so reluctant to give in to my little girl's request. I was afraid she was being pressured somehow into doing this ... by my wife, by some girlfriend (Little girls CAN be quite nasty and catty at times.) or (worst of all) by some unspeakable pervert who had some terrible hold over her. Once it became crystal clear that Sandy really wanted to do this ON HER OWN, without somebody forcing her to do it, then it became impossible for me to resist ... or to enjoy far more than a man ever should enjoy molesting his little girl. Which brought up the next point: WHO was the Son-of-a-BITCH, who had taught my innocent little girl to WANT to suck a man's prick like a seasoned whore? (Never mind her comparatively poor performance. I'd still give her an A+ for both effort, and for the fact it was her first time.I was about to burst into furious questions, both at my wife and Sandy, when I realized that her first real experience with sex was NOT the time to traumatize my daughter with harsh words, or start interrogating her like a cop trying to beat a confession out of a hardened criminal. So, I caught my breath, tried to ease my furiously beating heart from that wonderful ordeal, and cuddle my little girl while we both recuperated from her first sexual experience with her own father. Only Sandy, after a moment of cuddling up to me, didn't seem to be calming down or easing up like I was. In fact, after about a minute or two, she began squirming and wriggling in my arms almost involuntarily, seeming unaware at first of what she was doing to me and the prick that SHOULD have been satisfied for the day after that incredible blow-job. "Please, Daddy?" she whimpered. Like I said earlier, I never could resist my little girl. However, this time it wasn't so obvious what she wanted, as she didn't have my prick in her hand, about to swallow it, like earlier. I looked over at my grinning wife for guidance. Marin seemed to be getting WAY too much pleasure out of my discomfort. She had always known I was a pedophile, since years before she even agreed to marry me. It took me quite a while to convince her that while I found little girls sexy, I was NOT the kind of guy who would pick up kids in the park and stick my finger in their pants. In fact, chances were I wouldn't even touch a little girl who came on to me. After all, I have my ethics. Kids, especially LITTLE kids (like Sandy, or younger) just do NOT go up to strangers and ask them if they want to fuck. Such things are only wet-dreams, or sophomoric stories written by teenagers who probably never got laid in their lives. However, I DID know that some girls (and boys too) actually got interested in sex at an early age. Some as young as ten years old, or even younger. Heck, even babies liked to have their genitals rubbed, and often would play with themselves, if not covered up and prevented with heavy diapers. It FEELS good to be touched down there. Getting this idea across to my wife took a while, but was worth it. Otherwise, I don't think she would have married me in the first place, or agreed to have a child with me, if she thought I might be molesting the kid, in the second. However, there HAD been one dustup since Sandy was born: About (of course) my books. Marin had wanted me to either toss them, or hide them at the very least. Especially, as she said they were unrealistic. Little ten-year-old girls, just did NOT go up to their fathers and ask the man to stick his thick prick up inside their tight little bellies and fuck them without worries of disease, pregnancy, or the other parent finding out. However, *I* remembered all too well when *I* was young. I remembered how much I WANTED sex, even at ten, and probably a year or two younger than that. I simply ACHED to find a girl (or woman!) to have sex with. And later, when I was an adult, I had discussed this with my big sister, and found out SHE had felt the same way, only she started younger than I did! Oh God, if I had only known. Only kids just never DO think of siblings as possible sex partners, dates, or even real human beings. Sisters are SISTERS. They get in your way, make fun of you, hog the bathroom, go out on dates with some of the awfullest creeps, and generally make a little boy's life miserable. But still somehow you love them anyway. Carol, it turned out, felt the same way about me. She DID admit having a crush on Dad though; but it never came to anything. Such crushes rarely do; though they are far more common than many people think. (And sometimes, like Sandy, they develop into something far more intense than a mere crush.) So, for the past several months, our disagreement about my books (It hadn't escalated into an argument.) had shifted to where I was defending the idea that SOME little girls actually DO want sex at an early age (like my sister had) even if possibly MOST do not (like Marin insisted such ideas had never occurred to her). Each of us was SURE we were right, and with personal experience along with friends and family to back it up. For several months now, Marin had sometimes teased me by pointing out especially sexy little girls ... most particularly the kind who wore little slut, "fuck me" outfits down at the mall; asking me what I'd do if the kid walked over and asked if she could take me to bed. Of course, *I* would respond by pointing out that the little girl in question probably DID want sex, as the kinderslut outfit seemed to show. She was most likely afraid to ask though; so the sex-bomb outfit was an attempt to get some guy to ask her. And Marin (of course) would respond by saying it was a lot more likely that the little girl's FATHER and dressed her up like a sexpot, so he could ogle his little girl's charms, and show her off to all the other men, in a macho, "See what *I'VE* got, that you can't have," display, that men are so fond of doing. I (again, of course) would respond by pointing out that almost ALL of such kids' clothing was bought by loving mothers, NOT horny dads. So, what did THAT imply? The conversations usually stopped there; though I HAD gathered up most of my books, and filed them neatly in the headboard of the bed. While Marin was a wonderful wife, and we (usually) had sex almost twice a day on average, I STILL needed to "handle things on my own" once in a while. And books like, "Daughter's Hot Mouth" and "Daddy's Little Darlings" or "The autobiography of a Flea" did a lot to help me "do my duty". For some reason, stories about little girls who LIKE sex (like I kept insisting to Marin did exist) were almost always at least partially incestuous. I guess that's because when YOUNG, the place a girl can find sex the easiest, is in the family. So, there I was, with a reviving prick, after one of the best blow-jobs of my life (if inexperienced) and a squirming little girl in my arms, while I looked over helplessly at my grinning wife. "What does she want NOW?" I asked plaintively. Marin's grin grew even wider. "I think she wants to be molested," she choked; almost collapsing in giggles on the bed. To my wife, having our little girl making obscene advances on her pedophile husband, seemed like the funniest thing in the world. Especially, as I was resisting far harder than she would expect most men who never even thought of little girls as sex-objects to do. "Daddy, Please?" whined Sandy. "Oh God, I can't," I groaned myself. "I can't rape my own daughter!" "Oh don't be silly," snapped Marin; for once, losing her composure; and slipping from hilarity into annoyance. "She's much too little for that. You won't be able to fit that nasty THING of yours in her for several years yet so don't even THINK of trying! You don't have to FUCK a girl to have sex with her, you know. Even *I* knew that, when I was probably younger than she is." That was the FIRST time Marin had ever admitted having sexual interests at all, before she was twelve years old. "You can kiss her, cuddle her, feel her up, have her suck your cock <giggle> lick her, rub her, even stick your finger in her hole, or up her ass. You DON'T have to put your prick in a girl to make it feel good for her. Get the idea?" "Please, Daddy?" Oh God. "You can even cum in her, if you want to," amplified Marin; taking pleasure at my discomfort. I could almost hear her thought, 'Serves the old bastard right, for being a pedophile!' At my openmouthed objection, she continued, "Yes, you can hold your prick up against her ass, or even her cunny, and squirt inside her THAT way. You don't HAVE to have your cock inside a girl to get cum in her, you know. My mother pointed this out to me many years ago, when I *thought* I was having 'safe sex' with a guy. I'm sure Sandy would love to have your cum inside her body, no matter WHERE you squirt it, wouldn't you, Honey?" "Please, Daddy?" Oh God. I figured that I just HAD to find out where both Sandy AND Marin have been getting this stuff. It sounded WAY too much like some of the wet-dream stories I kept on the headboard. "Daughter's Hot Mouth, BOOK II", came to mind, along with a couple others. A sudden thought tore through my head; and I looked in horror at the bookshelf above the bed, while Marin grinned even broader. Oh God, no. "Please, Daddy?" Now a whimper of desperation. "Well?" asked Marin; now seeming annoyed. "Are you just going to stand there and tease the child, when you can see she needs you?" Oh God. I looked down again; and Sandy was now squirming against me; her eyes blank and desperate as she pleaded for something, anything, to ease the feelings she was having for probably the first time. I'm both sorry, and proud at the same time, to say that I gave in once again to the child's pleading, and did what most people would consider the worst thing a father could do to his own little girl. Yes, I did what my wife suggested, and molested Sandy. Reaching down between my little girl's legs, I ran a finger over her plump little cunny-lips. Sandy arched her back, and thrust her hips forward into my searching finger; almost writhing against me in an attempt to force the probing member into her hot and ready sex. Yes, little girl or not, Sandy was wet and ready, as my obscene fingering of the little girl soon met slippery drool seeping from the child's crack. I could not avoid the evidence.Sandy wanted sex, and from her own father; even though it would probably be years before her tiny vagina would be big enough to accept a member the size of mine. Still, even babies like to have their genitals rubbed, and there are many ways to help a girl get off without sticking your swollen and throbbing prick into her belly and filling the child's womb with incestuous seed. Shit. There went my little head, thinking for the big one again. I tried to shut it down (and partially succeeded; as my penis had just finished the best sex in months). Ignoring my own rising heat, I tried my best to help cool my little girl's. By this time, Sandy was squirming and panting into my ear; her hot breath pleading, "Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, oh, oh, oh," while I petted her raised mons and cupped her tiny sex; all the while massaging my little girl's body, and trying to ease her needs. It obviously wasn't enough. I looked over at Marin, and she just shrugged. Thankfully, my wife wasn't wearing that same goofy grin she had earlier. She knew, and I knew what I would have to do ... So I did it. Leaning my little girl back, I spread her legs and moved my head in between them. Sandy seemed completely out of it; just lying there, writhing and pleading for what she didn't know yet. A shock went through her body, the first time my tongue touched her between the legs; then the child's hands grabbed hold of my hair, almost tearing out chunks as I swabbed the sensitive lips of the little girl's sex. I was quite used to this sort of mistreatment of my hair by my wife, who has even stronger hands; so I ignored it. Hair (unless you're sick) is stronger than most people realize. Some girls in circuses have been known to be pulled up to trapezes by their ponytails, as part of the act. Just don't put ALL the pressure on a few hairs at a time. For a bit, I deliberately ignored the child's little diamond of a clit; now swollen and sticking out farther than I would have thought it could. Early in the game, you want to avoid a woman's clitoris; as it's too sensitive. Only when she's in the throes of striving for orgasm should you attack it; as by then even excesses of pain and overstimulation can translate into pleasure. Sandy was now mewling constantly, "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," as she thrust her little hips up at me; bruising her groin against my nose; while almost forcing me to stop from the pain of her pubic bone smashing into my proboscis. Thankfully, I was able to turn my head a little, while still administering to the child's sex. Sandy was much too little to take an adult cock like mine inside her; but that didn't mean something smaller wouldn't help the child. So I tentatively took the little finger of my right hand and tried putting just the tip inside her wet and ready sex, while I did the main stimulation outside. That was a mistake. Feeling something actually probing INSIDE her for the first time, caused Sandy to jerk forward involuntarily; burying my finger to the hilt in the child's sex. God, was she hot, wet, and slippery inside. That slippery, it was no wonder my finger went all the way into her body without stopping. Once inside however, Sandy involuntarily clamped down on the invading digit, until I couldn't pull it out if I tried. "Oh, oh, OOOOOH!" she moaned, pulling even harder at my hair; trying to force my head into her crotch, just like my finger was embedded in her belly. "Please, Daddy," she moaned. I figured now was the time; so moving my tongue from her tight little hole (where my finger was already doing yeoman duty) I switched my attention to the little girl's clit and swabbed it. Sandy screeched; then pulled me into herself even tighter. The child's cunny cramped around my invading finger; making me wonder involuntarily and nastily just how good it would feel to have that incredibly tight little hole squeezing and cramping around my swollen prick, instead of my little finger. Once again I ignored the "little head"; while trying my best to get the child off. Only Sandy didn't climax. I guess at that age, you can't. Still, she must have gotten some kind of relief; as after an incredibly frantic minute or two her thrusts, cries, and urgent stabs with her hips slowly eased; and she finally pushed my head away from her body. I looked up, and found my other hand had been involuntarily rubbing the child's heaving chest ... and my wife's hands had been helping me ease our little girl's first erotic experience. It was with some difficulty that I eased my little finger from our daughter's hole; as once her need was over, she wasn't so slippery inside, and her body seemed to want to cling to the invading digit, as if to keep it inside her forever. NOW, I figured was the time to browbeat my wife into telling me just how our "innocent" little girl seemed to know so much about my fantasies ... and in particular about the books I kept over the head of the bed. Only pants and moans rising from the other side of the bed of, "Please, Don, Please?" let me know that there was still one person remaining in the room who liked sex, NEEDED sex, and hadn't gotten any yet, after watching a porno-show that you couldn't see in any theater in the land, for a million dollars. Shit. Sandy squirmed over; plastering her sex-soaked body against mine, and looking with me over at where her mother was trying desperately to get off by herself. "Please, Daddy?" she asked; this time not for me or herself. "Mom looks like she really needs it." Oh God. A person was NOT supposed to do things like that with his wife, in front of his own innocent little girl. "Please, Daddy?" What could I do? Pleading that the kid was too innocent to see two adults have sex, was obviously rather pointless; considering what the two of us had just finished doing. "Here, let me help," I told Marin; rolling over on between her legs, so my head would be where it could do the most good. My prick would be obviously useless for quite a while after that incredible blow-job she had given me ... even if the subsequent sex I had returned should have aroused a statue. Many years experience let me know just what my wife liked and needed when having sex. So, it didn't take long of stroking, poking with fingers at the right spots, and mostly working my tongue into the creaming wet slit that was bumping against my nose and mouth in increasing urgency before Marin suddenly grabbed my hair in a death-grip and jammed her sodden cunny in my face; almost giving me a fat-lip, and her bruises as her pubic bone mashed against my lips; banging them against my teeth as she fought to extract each urgent spasm of the orgasm she had been trying to achieve. Only when Marin had calmed down a bit, did I realize that Sandy had been helping too; massaging her mother's belly, tweaking one swollen bosom, and nursing on the other like she hadn't done since she was two years old. It was only when my wife started weakly pushing us away that we both let her collapse in satiated release on the bed. "Wow," was all that I could say. "Yeah," agreed Sandy. "Mom really does like it, doesn't she?" I could only shrug in agreement. "I think it's time for little girls to be going to bed," I finally managed; ignoring the tiny little twinges of resurrection from my overused prick. Well, I defy anybody with a working penis to watch and participate in two beautiful women having climaxes like that, and NOT have some sort of reaction ... even if drained like I had been. Thankfully, Sandy didn't notice, or who knows what might have happened. Well, it was only a minor stiffening anyway; not a full-fledged erection. "Daddy!" she objected. "Mom hasn't read me a story yet." I looked over at my wife who was slowly coming back to life. "I don't think ...," I started. "Please, Daddy?" Marin seemed to gather energy with each passing second. "Well, just a little," she overrode my objections. "Then you go right to bed, OK?" "OK." Sandy gave me a pouting, "So there," look, before settling down between us to hear her nightly story. "Now where did we leave off?" asked Marin; reaching into the headboard for a red and white paperback. "Deni was pretending she didn't like to suck cock," prompted the little girl. WHAT?!?! I looked closer at the fragile pulp magazine my wife was opening up ... "Daughter's Hot Mouth, Book-II" read the cover; with the picture of a man sitting on a box with a long-haired naked little girl between his legs, looking up at him expectantly. I recognized one of the hotter books I had acquired years earlier, when such books were available in almost every bookstore in town. "Sherry Murkin" was a really good author. My astonishment and some anger were overridden by Marin's quiet hushing motion. "AFTER she goes to bed." Well, getting angry wouldn't change things now. I waited until Marin got to the point (only six pages later) where Alex was jetting his jism into his daughter's tight little twat for the first time, and Sandy seemed satisfied; stifling a yawn as she tried to settle down to sleep in OUR bed. "Time for bed, Honey," I repeated; picking the child up and heading off for the other room. This time Sandy didn't object. "'Night, Mom," she yawned sleepily; collecting a kiss on the way out. "'Night, Honey," responded Marin with a grin at the sight the two of us made: A little girl in a see-through nightie cuddled sleepily in her father's arms.By the time I had tucked the little girl in bed, given her my goodnight kiss, and managed to escape back into the hall, the feel of smooth, sexy, little girl skin and my daughter's innocent dishabille had given me almost another full erection. Thankfully, Sandy was too sleepy to notice. "Now what was THAT about?" I asked angrily, looking pointedly at the headboard where Marin had returned the offending book. "Well, it's your own fault," she told me, not backing down in the slightest. (One of the many reasons I love my wife so much is that when she feels she's done the right thing, she isn't the slightest bit hesitant in defending her views. I'm the same way.) "So tell me about it," I finally gave up my resentment with a sigh. If Marin felt it was my fault, it probably was. "Well," she started, "it all began a few months ago, when YOU forgot to stop at the library and pick up something for Sandy. You KNOW how she insists on her bedtime stories." I did. I even vaguely remembered Marin being quite annoyed one night when I didn't stop at the library like I had promised, to pick up the next installment of the current tale about sailing that the little girl had gotten fascinated with. I had assumed then (and up to now) that Marin had told the child a story of her own that day at naptime ... and then gone to the library herself the next day to pick up the next book in the series. I was about to learn how wrong I was. Sandy, it seems, had gotten interested in something entirely different than sailing books about kids her age ... Books where little girls did things she hadn't even imagined. "Well," explained Marin, "I was ABOUT to read her something out of the paper, or possibly tell a tale about when I was young ... when she reached into your stash here beside the bed, and asked me to, 'Read this one, Mom!'." Wouldn't you know it, she had pulled one of YOUR books out ... One like this, with a picture of a little girl on the cover that said something like 'Daddy's Darling Daughters' or something like that. Here, I'll find it," she stopped. I waved away the search. "I think I know which one you mean," I sighed. "So she ...." "Yeah, she *insisted* on having me read, 'Daddy's Book' as she called it; not even knowing the title; but knowing it had a picture of a man, a little girl like her, and you liked it. Well, I'll admit I TRIED to convince her that it wasn't really suitable for little girls ... but I'm afraid our teaching the kid so much has backfired a little." "Uh, how so?" I asked, fearing, and yet being almost certain what was coming. "Well, you know when we looked in the dictionary and encyclopedia to explain things to her, how those were "grown-up books" that she found boring; but she was welcome to have me read out of if she wanted?" I nodded, now sure what was coming. "And how we've never really hidden sex from her; giving her 'The Talk' when we felt she was old enough to understand, yet were worried about somebody ... anybody ... like a babysitter maybe ... molesting her without her permission?" I nodded again. "And we told her that what mattered was if SHE wanted things to happen that made the difference between 'Good Touch' and 'Bad touch', not who did the touching, or where?" Another nod. "And then we gave her examples of 'Bad touch', being like that poor kid in the commercial who got pinched ... and that if she ever felt that way, she was to TELL us she didn't like what was going on, and would stop it. Of course, we also told her about shots and dentists and such, where we ALL have to put up with some indignities we don't like ... even doctors poking around in some pretty private places." "Yeah, but what has this to do with stories?" I asked. "Well, with all THAT, it got kind of hard to explain that THESE stories were sex-stories ... ones YOU read for pleasure, and that she was 'too young for'. Like I said, it's your own fault! Sandy asked me why I couldn't read them to her anyway? If she didn't like them, just like if she didn't like one of my boring 'Romance' novels I tried to read her one time, she could always ask me to stop. So I did. Honest to Gosh, I guess I thought it served you right." "Oh God," I moaned. "Uhuh," she replied, more with a grin than sympathy. "Only instead of being bored or even grossed-out, Sandy seemed to LIKE these stories even BETTER than the Amazons. So, when I finished THAT story, she had me start on 'The autobiography of a Flea' and then we've gone through about three more since." This time I just groaned. "The thing I did NOT expect," Marin finally showed some sympathy for me in saying, "was what Sandy's reaction to reading these stories was." "She got horny?" I prompted. "Uh ... Not exactly," sniggered Marin. "Uh ... then Wha ...?" "She felt sorry." "For herself, at not getting sex?" I prompted. "No ... for you." Again Marin stifled a giggle. "For ME?!?!" I felt my chin drop until it almost hit the floor. "What for, by Jehosophat?" "For not having a little girl to fuck and suck, like all the men in your stories do." Marin looked at me with a smug expression, just daring me to try and weasel my way out of this one. "Well, you KNOW how it is, when she begs, 'Daddy, Please?'. I couldn't resist; and neither could you." Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I decided that the next day I was going to HAVE to have a little talk with Sandy about "her father's needs". Damn. A little girl like Sandy shouldn't even know about such things; let alone being worried if her father was sexually satisfied. "Needs" and wants are two separate things too. And I certainly did *not* need little girls to fuck and suck to be happy. Such things are just fantasies, not "needs". Tomorrow. The next morning I told myself that the last thing I needed was to talk to Sandy, when we were both naked or in clothing that revealed more than it concealed ... like Sandy's cute little nightgown that up to now had seemed just that ... cute. Sometimes what would be incredibly sexy on an adult looks quite cute on a little girl. At least it HAD been just cute little girl, until Marin and Sandy had conspired to force me to see my daughter not only as sexy, but as someone interested in sex. Then suddenly the "cute" little outfit became a siren's tease. I knew that more than one of my daughter's outfits was innocently sexy. Only up to then I just hadn't realize how many of them had been picked out to show the little girl off, rather than just cover her body and protect it from the elements. Parents are *supposed* to be proud of their children ... and we (it seems) had somewhat innocently ourselves been putting the little girl on display, like a little girl wearing sexy clothing to a beauty-pageant. When Sandy first came down to breakfast that morning, I almost whistled through my teeth in unconscious appreciation of how strikingly beautiful and erotic she looked. The child was innocently wearing a little black velveteen outfit that consisted of white blouse with black dress, skirt, and panties ... with the hem of the skirt almost a full *inch* above the bottom of her panties, so that even when Sandy stood up, you could make out the "camel toe" of the child's sex. When sitting down across from me at the table ... Well, I could hardly eat, from the pain my hard-on made straining against my pants. I mean, a father just isn't supposed to THINK about his little girl like that ... imagining the tight little slit between her legs opening up to take his engorged prick inside .... Somehow I managed to fight my gaze and attention away from these thoughts. Even if Sandy WAS willing, it would be years before the child had developed enough to take my ... I mean, a man-sized prick inside her tight little slit; pumping her flat little tummy full of inces... I mean before she was big enough to have real sex with her boyfriend. It was far more than the heat of the coffee that had me sweating before I had taken more than a bite or two of breakfast. Exactly WHAT we ate that morning I'll never remember. I was too engrossed in trying to force my mind away from what lie underneath that sexy outfit my daughter had brought to her side of the table. "Uh, Honey," I finally managed to choke out. Marin glanced my way, flashing us both a smile when she realized I was talking to her daughter. Again, I flushed. Still, what DO you call the little girl who had given you one of the most erotic episodes of your life, but something endearing? Besides, I always HAD treated Sandy like a princess; and wasn't about to stop now. "When you finish eating," I asked, "could you change clothes into a different outfit, and then come see me in the den? We have to talk about something." Sandy shrugged. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Marin's quiet amusement. "OK, Daddy," she acquiesced. "What's this about, anyway?" "It's about last night," I verified her suspicions. "We'll talk about it AFTER you change clothes." Marin looked to her mother for confirmation, shrugged, and went back to eating, while I breathed a big sigh of relief. At least I wouldn't have to talk to the child about sex, while she wore an outfit that was a blatant invitation to fuck. Yeah, right! As you might guess by now, when Sandy came to find me after breakfast, the outfit she was wearing made the black velvet one look almost innocuous. While the dress was a slight bit longer, it clung to the child's body, emphasizing each tiny curve.The top was shaped to fit a little girl, with tiny bits of padding where my daughter would eventually have proper breasts, seeming to emphasize the little girl's budding sexuality without actually being obvious about it. Underneath the dress, while not obvious until she sat down, were flaming-red panties that somehow matched the off-pink dress without clashing the way you might think. My wife has incredibly good taste in buying clothes... both for herself and for our precocious little girl. Again, you could see the indentation of the child's sex in the soft cloth of the underwear... But this time the cloth was so thin you could easily see Sandy's skin right through the material. Even in the padding of the crotch, you could almost imagine seeing the little girl's opening, stretching to take... Again, I had to force myself to twist my thoughts away from where they were leading me. Even if Sandy was willing, she was obviously way too young for such things... and would be for many years yet. "Uh, Sandy," I choked, "could you find some other outfit to wear right now. Don't you have any pants or outfits with pants to wear?" I figured I'd be safe that way. One more sexy little dress like she was presently wearing, and I felt like I might be ripping the clothes off and ravishing my little girl on the spot. It's strange how having even oral sex with your daughter will make you aware of her in a manner that previously you never even thought of. "Oh, Daddy, do I have to?" she pouted, unconsciously wriggling in a manner that made my already rampant prick steel-hard. I could see her objection; having gotten dressed twice already that morning. I couldn't really insist, but... "Please," I pleaded. "Just for me, OK?" Sandy pouted again, then finally flashed me a big smile. "OK," she agreed. "But just once more. OK?" "OK," I sighed. At least pants wouldn't be the pedophile-wet-dream that her previous two outfits were. Oh yeah? Yeah, you guessed it. When Sandy came back this time, I almost choked and sent her back for the pink outfit with the red panties. Only I had promised. Somehow the child had picked out a summer sun-suit that included a tank-top that was barely a band around her chest, with some almost invisible padding to make it seem that the little girl had development up there that wouldn't be real for several years yet. The white short pants that went with the outfit looked almost painted-on, with buttons in the front leading down to a seam that vanished inside the child's pouting cunny-lips, in a camel-toe that was far more obvious than either of the two softer panties she had worn earlier. If what Sandy had worn the second time was a pedophile's wet-dream, this outfit was the same dream come true, with a blatant invitation to fuck, if not inspire rape. Oh God. Forcing my gaze from the child's sex upward was no defense. The bare midriff just emphasized my daughter's flat little tummy and her sexy little navel made me almost want to bury my head in the little girl and lick and suck the erotic indentation like I had once blown bloobers in her tummy before it had suddenly became erotic to even think about, instead of just a funny tickling thing a father will play with his little girl. Oh damn. Deciding that sending Sandy back for yet another change of clothes, in an erotic striptease and modeling session that just showed off how sexy the little girl could be, would be just self-defeating, I motioned my daughter to sit down, while I mentally told my prick to do the same thing. "Uh, Sandy," I began, "you know what you did last night?" Sandy's face lit up like a child who had just learned about dessert. "Uhuh," she beamed. "Did you like it, Daddy?" "Uh... That's not quite what I wanted to talk about," I backpedaled. "I understand you seem to think that I need sex that I'm not getting." Sandy's face fell. "You mean you didn't like it," she pouted, tears starting to form at the corner of one eye. "I tried real hard, honest I did." "Uh... That's not it, Honey," I tried. Somehow I found myself holding a half-naked little girl, while I tried to soothe and explain that while I did like it when she went down on me like that, it wasn't something a father needs no matter what the books her mother had been reading her suggested. I guess I was only partly successful. "But Daddy," she whimpered, wiping a tear from her eyes, "I thought you liked it." "I did, but..." "Then if you liked it, and I liked it, then why can't we do it again?" "Uh... Sandy? That's not the sort of thing a father is supposed to do to his daughter," I tried. Sandy just sniffed at what fathers are "supposed to do" with their daughters. I guess Marin and I had taught the little girl all too well at only six years of age how little it mattered what society expects people to do... or in this case, not to do. "The girls in the stories you read, get to do it," she countered. I tried to explain that I wasn't like that: I didn't have a need for little-girl-sex, and most fathers don't. And I didn't plan on forcing her into doing things like that for some imaginary "need" on my part, that didn't really exist. Sandy just sniffed, looking pointedly at my crotch, where my traitorous prick was almost steel-hard at all this talk about having sex with my own daughter. "But you did like it?" she insisted. "Well, yes but...," I tried explaining. "Then why not?" she asked. "You like it. I like it, what's wrong with that?" Sandy looked almost ready to cry again. "Uh... I..." I really didn't know what to say. I couldn't honestly deny enjoying my little girl's pouting little lips around my swollen prick; sucking and slurping until I had filled my daughter's hard working little mouth with bolt after bolt of incestuous seed. It had been one of the most incredibly erotic episodes of my life... My wife's wonderful lovemaking sessions included. "Please, Daddy?" pouted Sandy, tears pooling in the corners of each eye. "I'll make it feel real good for you this time, I promise." Oh shit. Over by the door, I noticed Marin fighting desperately to keep from sniggering. Yeah, easy for her to do. She didn't have a little girl fighting to have sex with her, while she tried to be proper and not seduce the child like I was. Only... I was definitely not seducing Sandy. She was seducing me with a success that I would have thought impossible, two days earlier. "Daddy please?" I'm sorry, but I lost. "OK," I said, giving in and expecting to have to face yet another incredible sexcapade that evening at bedtime, like I had the previous night. Only Sandy didn't think of things that way. Little girls seldom look much further away than the present, which is why parents are supposed to do such thinking for them. Only in this case, my prick seemed to have been doing my thinking for me. With a hug, a kiss, and a jump of joy, I suddenly found myself with a little girl wrapped around me. "Thanks, Daddy!" she told me with another hug and big grin. It's amazing how kids can go from one extreme of emotion to another in just seconds. "I'll make it feel real good for you this time, I promise," she said. Before I could even start to object, Sandy was already reaching for my belt-buckle, while I steadied her head in my hands... almost like that picture on the cover of the book Marin had read the little girl last night, except that Sandy was still wearing the tight little sun-suit instead of being naked. "Uh... You don't have to..." I suddenly wasn't thinking very good. Almost involuntarily I lifted my hips so Sandy could pull down my pants and briefs. I know... I know... I should have just sat there and refused. But I was long past refusing Sandy anything. "Oh don't be silly, Daddy. I want to. Please?" I'm sorry, I was done in. I knew that from then on I just wouldn't be able to refuse my little girl anything... any more than I was able to refuse her wonderful mother. I knew that this would create problems in the future... But the future would have to take care of itself. Yes, Sandy did make it "feel good for me". In only her second blow-job, the little girl had learned quite a lot from the night before. No teeth, and using hands to help jack on my swollen prick soon had me gritting my teeth as the rising pressure in my prick almost had me exploding before she had a chance to get properly started. The incredible sex-show of changing outfits, combined with talking to the girl about sex... sex with her... for over a half-hour had me almost to the breaking point of cumming in my pants, before she even started. "Here it comes, Honey," I warned her. It had been incredible to cum in Sandy's mouth the night before, but I knew that it had probably just been surprise that had caught her unready to pull off. This time I would give her a chance to finish me off with her hands, so it wouldn't seem so nasty to the child... like it would be if I came in her mouth again. "You'd better stop now," I warned her. Only Sandy didn't stop. With a "Mmmm," of contentment, she just kept on sucking... even harder. Then I felt Sandy's hand reach down lower, grab my prick, and actually start jacking me off into her mouth! "Mmmmeee, Mdyee?" she pleaded, not taking her mouth from my prick. The actual words, "Please, Daddy?" being somewhat smothered and muffled by my swollen penis. "Oh... OH... Ohhhhh!"With sudden grunts and heaves, I found my hands entangled in Sandy's hair, almost grabbing it out, while my pelvis jerked and incredible gobs of semen rippled through the tube on the bottom of my prick and into my daughter's hardworking little mouth. I hadn't intended this to happen again. Heck, even when I had finally agreed to let Sandy continue sucking me off, I had expected it to be only at bedtime... when she might grow bored with it, or (hopefully) even forget about having sex with her father, if Marin and I didn't remind her about it. I really hadn't expected the child to give me a blow-job, almost fully dressed, in the middle of the day. And this was no ordinary blow-job, either. With jerks and grunts, I emptied my prostate into my little girl's mouth in an erotic display of incestuous sex that would melt a movie-camera if one had happened to be trained on the two of us. This time, not a drop escaped to make a mess of my crotch. Sandy continued pumping with her hands until no more semen was forthcoming; then pulled off and milked and squeezed one final drop out of the tip of my prick before licking that off too, with one final, "Mmmm," of satisfaction... as if my semen was the most delicious of candies or ice-cream. THEN, to my complete stupefaction, Sandy just stood up, licked her lips with an incredibly beaming smile, said, "Thanks, Daddy," and left the room to go out and play! Marin and I just looked at each other, before I finally got embarrassed at sitting there with my pants down, while she was completely dressed. I decided that getting my pants back on was a fairly high order of business... Before Marin decided to "take things into her own hands", like my little girl just had. My wife is almost as horny (if not more so) as I am. "Well," she finally giggled, "I guess you showed HER who was boss around here, didn't you?" Marin looked pointedly at where I was fighting to get my prick back into my pants. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Then I finally gave in to the humor of the situation; and joined my wife in a fit of giggles. "Yes," I agreed, "I guess we all know who's boss around here... Old King Prick." Well, it was either laugh or cry. I still couldn't believe my little girl would give me such an incredible blow-job, and then walk out to play as if sucking her daddy off and swallowing his cum was just another "fun" thing to do... like playing on swings. Somehow I knew life would never be the same. Better or worse; but never the same. Still, I was complaining? How many men do you think would just LOVE to have their little girl begging to suck them off with their eyes just pleading, "Daddy, Please?"

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Gee Daddy!

"Gee, Daddy, that feels good," I said, as my father rubbed his prick up and down my horny little slit. It did, too. What felt even better, though, was when he centered his swollen cock at the entrance to my vagina and started inching it inside. Daddy always did know the things that made me feel good. Still, he kept denying me that greatest of pleasures. Tonight I was going to pull out all the stops to get what I wanted. "Ooh, I bet you like that," I said, as I milked Daddy's penis with my tight little hole. By now, I knew how to squeeze my father's prick and make it feel good without even moving. Daddy groaned. I guess he must have agreed with me, because the next thing I knew, he said, "You'd better ease up, Tammy, or I'll have to pull out. You don't want that yet, do you?" Shit! The LAST thing I wanted was for my father to pull out. "Do you HAVE to, Daddy?" I whined, working even harder. Once before, I had been lucky and caught Daddy by surprise, milking him off inside me before he even realized he was about to cum. Daddy wasn't going to be caught so easily tonight, though. "Tammy," he said firmly, "you know the rules. I only cum in your mouth, asshole, or hands. We're NOT taking any chances on you getting pregnant. I'm taking too big a chance already, just fucking you like this. I don't want to accidentally knock you up." "Why not, Daddy?" I grumbled. "Marcia's already had three kids, and she's younger than I am." I could tell I was getting to Daddy, as his prick swelled even bigger inside me. Perhaps, if I kept talking, Daddy would forget and squirt inside me before he realized he was doing it. "Your cousin isn't fucking her own father," Daddy pointed out. He paused in his sliding in and out to push up hard inside me while he tried to keep from spasming my body full of his precious seed. I knew he would be annoyed if I moved, trying to get him off, but that didn't mean I couldn't keep squeezing him with my vagina, hoping he lost control. Sadly, he didn't. I felt my father's prick swell a little, then subside in me. I don't know if Daddy squirted more pre-cum or sperm inside me, but he was once again able to slide in and out without feeling like he was going to splatter my insides full of baby-making cum. I was a little disappointed, but not completely. Maybe that WAS a squirt of cum that Daddy had just left inside me while he gained control of himself. I knew enough about biology, so I was pretty sure there were at least SOME of Daddy's sperm wriggling in whatever it was, even if it only WAS pre-cum. Such a delicious thought. "But Daddy," I said, talking about my best friend while sliding back and forth once more as my father's urge to cum inside me declined enough to make him feel a bit safer, "Darlene tells me she's had TWO babies by HER father already, and she hopes he's made a third in her."Feeling me going into spasms around him was the last straw for Daddy. I felt my father's penis get abruptly bigger inside me as he jammed it as far up in my belly as he could. With a bellow that almost matched my screech, Daddy suddenly began filling my tight little slit with load after load of thick, greasy cum. He didn't try to pull out this time like he usually did, either. Instead, he kept forcing his penis as far up inside me with each incestuous squirt as he could. I couldn't help myself. My arms and legs automatically wrapped themselves around my father's body and legs until he couldn't have gotten away if he had tried. Which he didn't. Each time my vagina would clench and squeeze on my father's thick penis, Daddy would respond by sending yet another healthy squirt of sperm jetting against my cervix. On and on it went, with neither one of us wanting it to stop, until my legs were aching with cramps and Daddy was aching with dry squirts of sperm he no longer had, trying to send one last surge of baby-making cum into his daughter's womb. "Oh gee Daddy," I said as I felt the last sticky drops of my father's precious sperm oozing into my receptive young womb, "that was... that was wonderful. Thank you." "Whoooo! Thank YOU," he replied, trying to catch his breath while keeping his penis buried in my snatch. It's so nice to feel your lover still inside you after you get your rocks off. Knowing Daddy's sperm was still inside me too was icing on the cake... which reminded me: "I hope I'm pregnant now," I said, hoping Daddy didn't get another attack of conscience and get mad at me for "enticing" him on. He didn't. "Well," he chuckled, "if not, I'm sure your mother will see to it that I keep on fucking you until you are." "Daddee!" I objected. But you know what? He was right.

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Family Ways

"Oh Sis, I'm...." "Jason! Don't cum in me. I just KNOW I'm fertile... I could have a baby!" The little girl's cry of warning belied her frantic hip-movements, as Diane bucked her hips back at her big brother, just as hard as he was thrusting into her. Diane's mind may have been worried about getting pregnant, but her body knew what IT wanted and didn't give a damn about little things like pregnancy. I looked down to where most of my son's cock had vanished up inside his 13-year-old little sister's tight little slit. From the jerking of the boy's penis, I knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out very long. So, I decided that I'd better act fast, if I was going to do anything at all, before it was too late. Hurriedly, I reached down and grabbed my son's hips, and PUSHED, as hard as I could! The last half-inch of my son's penis slid up inside the little girl. "You've got to squirt it as far up inside your little sister as you can, if you're going to get her pregnant," I told the boy. Diane's eyes widened in shock, as her big brother's cock stretched her uterus, and then popped inside her fertile young womb, when the 15-year-old boy began to cum. It was so exciting to watch my son impregnate his little sister. Spasm after spasm shook the boy's body, as he squirted gob after thick sticky gob of his potent seed right up inside his own little sister's unprotected young womb. "Ungh. Unnngghhh!" grunted Jason. "Oh God, I'm cumming in you! Oh Diane!" My daughter whimpered a little, then suddenly seemed to accept her fate. As her big brother wrapped his arms and legs around her and kept pushing, Diane hugged him back while saying, "Oh God Mom, I just KNOW I'm going to have a baby. Jason is cumming inside me so much, I just know I'm going to get pregnant before I make it to high school. Oh God! Pregnant by my own brother! Oh God, it feels so good, I can't stop." I watched closely, to be sure my son did it right, and left every drop of his incestuous sperm in the little girl's tight little belly where it belonged. It wasn't until he had finished his orgasm and his cock could no longer remain erect, that he pulled out of his little sister. I could see a thick white drop of sperm dripping off the end of the boy's penis as he withdrew; and shortly a matching drop started to ooze out of Diane's tight little crack. I knew my son had done it right, and had left a generous helping of his baby-making sperm in his own little sister's cute little tummy. Hopefully, that same tummy would soon be swelling with her big brother's baby kicking and squirming inside her. Well, if not, I'd see to it that Jason kept right on trying until it was. CHAPTER: 2 Gently bending over Diane with a smile on my lips, I took the tampon in my hand; said, "Hold still darling," and inserted the tip of the tampon up into Diane's freshly fucked pussy lips and gave it a push. "I want to be sure all that sperm stays inside you, where it belongs," I told her; as I pulled the applicator out. I started gently rubbing Diane's pussy-lips; pulling on her nipples; and rolling her breasts, until Diane moaned; closed her eyes; and had her own orgasm. The whole idea of mating Jason and Diane, had been mine back when I first started noticing my daughter's bras were beginning to really show off her breasts, and that her hips were getting broad enough to accept "natural childbirth". I then started calculating the days in the calendar since Diane had her last period and figured my little girl was ovulating regular as clockwork. When Diane's fertile time of the month came, I talked her into a massage and then separated my daughter from most of her clothes. She was not easy, but after I reached around, unsnapped her bra, and started rubbing her breasts; working on her nipples gently; she relaxed. I watched the reaction as my daughter's skin tone turned to blushing-pink in arousal; and a little moist ring formed in her panty crotch, as she relaxed against the bed and spread her legs. When I told Diane I had a surprise for her, she opened her eyes and saw her brother. At first, she tried to cover-up, but I told her to relax while Jason sat on the bed beside her and started rubbing where I left off. I had taught him well. Soon Diane was relaxing into his rubbing, as he climbed on top of her. She barely noticed, and I knew she was a goner; so I pulled her panties down over her ankles and told her to spread her legs farther apart. You can guess the rest... Jason got his penis between the little girl's legs and started making a baby in his little sister. For the next three days I made sure that my son squirted his seed in his little sister at least once a day, while she was most fertile. After all, I didn't want my daughter to miss any chances! A few times after that, I actually saw him fucking his little sister even without my prompting. Damn, I was proud of my kids. My husband was very impressed with my calculations a month later, when Diane came into our bedroom with a worried look on her face, and told me she had missed her period. I smiled, reached into the night-stand next to the bed, and removed a pregnancy test-kit I bought the previous month, for such a "hoped for emergency." Then I took my daughter into the bathroom and took her urine sample. The test was positive and soon Diane started getting sick in the morning. Diane was not a happy camper for the first three months, but as soon as her skirt "puffed-up", I put my daughter into young-miss maternity clothes. She wouldn't wear the cute little T-shirt I got her that said "Big Brother's Baby" on it to school; but I made sure she wore it around the house, so all her relatives knew just whose baby was kicking and squirming in the little girl's cute little tummy. CHAPTER: 3 I made sure Diane was ready to have the baby long before the baby was due. I talked it over with the OB/GYN and got permission to have a home delivery for her. When the big day arrived I had Diane in our room spread out on the bed with video cameras rolling. After two hours of sweating, straining and pain, Diane's pregnancy terminated with the delivery of a healthy 7lb 4oz boy... Jeremy David (J.D. after his parents). I helped clean up Diane after the delivery and brought the baby in for its first feeding. Diane's breasts were extremely large after the pregnancy (at only 13 years, 34D cups) and after her milk arrived they were extremely tender. At first, Diane was worried about starting school while nursing the baby, because she wanted her son to be raised on breast-milk, yet couldn't very well nurse him in class, could she? But she hadn't counted on me. Two weeks before Diane was to start school I rented a commercial breast-pump and introduced Diane to the pump after she had just completed her first morning feeding. I could say Diane was very surprised when I rolled in the door with the pump. She asked, "What is that?!" I just smiled and told her to remove her nursing bra. Diane looked puzzled but complied. The rest was history. I approached her with the twin suction cups and held them in place drawing off her milk. That became the way she was milked every morning after her bath. Diane would feed Jeremy in the morning, when she awoke, and then an hour later I would milk her to get extra for Jeremy during the day. When she got home, she would feed him again; then I would milk her a second time, to get every drop for later. Then Jeremy again before bedtime, and in the middle of the night with the machine. They say that the more milk a baby sucks, and the oftener he does it, the more milk a girl produces. With her son AND the milking machine alternating, Diane became quite a little "milker" as I called her; and she produced enough milk for three babies. The extra milk we donated to the hospital for mothers that couldn't nurse, but their babies needed breast milk. The whole family was proud of our little "dairy herd". After a while, Diane got to be just as proud of her accomplishments as we were. When Diane's baby was weaned, Diane wanted to stop nursing but I was having none of that! So when Diane started to "dry-up" you can guess what happened next. Jason was called into "stud-service" and Diane was impregnated again. Only this time it took almost 6 months of trying on his part. Boy did HE have fun though; squirting his sperm inside his little sister's fertile young womb almost every night, and sometimes two or three times a day. Actually, BOTH kids had fun, once Diane got used to the idea that she was going to be either lactating, pregnant, or working to become pregnant, as long as she remained at home. My goal was that Diane would produce at least three children before going off to college.... In fact, our daughter produced FOUR cute little rug rats before she left to join her big brother in college.Jeremy, Darlene, Jack, and Melanie. (My husband Marvin had to "help out" on the last one by squirting his potent sperm in our little girl's womb for over six months, as Jason was in college himself by that time.) That was over six years ago, when she left. You might think we miss her since she moved out with her brother, and we do; but yesterday, Darlene was complaining about cramps, and her panties had a brown stain in them. I can hardly wait.

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Feeling Daddy's Cum

"Are you ready?" I tried to smile and nodded to Momma. I figured I was as ready as I was going to get. "OK, dear. Spread your legs so your father can get between them. Daddy's going to teach you how to make a baby now." I couldn't believe Momma was going to let me do it. Actually learn about sex from my own father. Still, she hadn't acted mad or even surprised that morning when I told her about having my period, and now that I was old enough to have a baby, that I wanted Daddy to show me how. In fact, she had told me that she would only insist on one thing. "What's that, Momma?" I had asked. "If you're going to be fucking my husband, you'll have to take your chances." "Huh?" I didn't understand what she meant. Momma is patient. "I mean," she explained, "that you'll have to take your chances on getting pregnant. I mean, no birth control. None at all. No pills, no condoms, no diaphragms, nothing. Not even pulling out. If you're big enough to fuck, and want to fuck MY husband, you'll do it on my terms. That means, you'll just have to take your chances on getting pregnant, like I did when I was your age." I gulped. "Uh. You mean I have to try to get pregnant, Momma?" My mother grinned at me. "No. Of course not," she said. "You don't have to do it when you don't want to. If you don't want to have sex at any time, like when you're in the middle of your period and most likely to get pregnant, then don't. No one's going to force you to have sex. You're the one who wants Daddy to fuck you. I just mean that if you DO fuck your father, you'll just have to take your chances on getting pregnant, because that's my terms for allowing it." I couldn't believe it. "You mean you want me to get pregnant?" I asked. "No. Well, maybe somewhat." Momma hesitated, then continued, "It's just that your father has always wanted to have another child. I can't give him one myself, but I can give him the chance to have one. Besides, it's always been a fantasy of mine to have MY father fuck me and knock me up. Since he's dead now, that can't happen, but the thought of watching your father impregnate you is almost as exciting." I had figured that I would get in trouble by asking Momma to let Daddy teach me about sex, but this brought a different meaning to the old phrase "Get in Trouble." Oh well, I didn't have to keep on fucking Daddy. Just the first time would do, for learning the proper things to make a man happy, and how babies were really made. I remembered from sex-education class that most women didn't get pregnant their first time. I mentioned this to Momma. Momma grinned, as if she knew something I didn't. "Whatever," she said. "Just remember, I'm giving you permission to do it as often as both of you want to. Not just this one time. Oh, one other thing." "What's that, Momma?" I asked. Her previous stipulation had already blown me away. "I want to watch." I started to object, but she stopped me. "He's MY husband, and you're my daughter. Now I trust you both to keep your promise and not use birth control, but I want to be sure he doesn't hurt you by accident; and also, I just want to look. I figure I deserve something out of this, even if it's only the thrill of watching my little girl getting screwed. What do you say?" I was silent for a while, then decided it was worth it. Still... "Momma?" "Yes, dear?" "What if I do get pregnant?" I asked. "I can't afford to have a baby yet. Besides, I'm kinda young, and I might want to get married some day, and who's going to marry me if I already have a child?" I looked down at my almost flat chest, as if for emphasis. I knew I wasn't really a full woman yet; my body had quite a lot of maturing to do. Still, "Old enough to bleed, is old enough to breed." I knew that I might get pregnant, even if I didn't yet have full bosoms or hair between my legs. It was a scary thought. Momma grinned. "Nobody need ever know," she said. "Your father and I will just have that baby we've been wanting. You won't even have to give it up. It'll remain here, and we'll raise it. You can treat it as your child, or just like any of your other brothers and sisters, however you wish. Well, is it a deal?" I had thought it over and agreed. Now, here I was, that same night, and my own father was spreading my legs as he prepared to show me how a man makes a baby inside a woman. The right way, by actually trying to do it. I felt so lucky. Not many girls' parents loved them enough to do this for them. I was brought out of my reflections on what had gone on earlier by my mother's words. "Look at your father," she instructed. "See that clear liquid dripping out of his penis?" I looked down at the 8-inch piece of meat that was about to inseminate me. I was a little frightened at the thought that all of that big thing was supposed to somehow fit up inside me. Sure enough, as I looked, a drop of thick liquid was oozing out of the tip, almost ready to drip onto the bed. "Is that Daddy's sperm?" I asked. Daddy had been pretty quiet up to now, but this brought a chuckle from him. "No, honey," he said. "That's pre-cum, or lube. My cum or sperm will be much thicker and whiter." Momma continued, "That stuff is what lubricates you, so that your father can get it inside you without hurting you. Now I want you to rub the head of your father's penis up against your vagina until you're slick enough for him to slide inside you easily." Obediently, I grabbed Daddy's thick "thing" and started rubbing the lips of my crack with it. Daddy's thing was warm and smooth, and pulsed in my hand. At first, it seemed kind of nasty, holding on to the thing that Daddy peed out of. It seemed even more nasty, but rather appropriate too, to rub it up against the hole that I peed out of. I was a little disappointed that I didn't have any hair down there, like Momma did, but at least this way, I had a good view of what was happening. I felt Daddy's pulse in the warm thick cylinder as I rubbed it against my bare cunny-lips. As I followed Momma's instructions and rubbed Daddy's penis up against my crack, I felt more liquid come out and coat the lips. Daddy had an almost strangled look on his face. "You know," said Momma, "if you came in her right now, you could very easily get that little girl pregnant." That was the last straw for Daddy. "Oh God!" he said, "I'm..." as a squirt of white liquid burst from the end of his cock and splashed against my cunny-lips, getting them even slipperier. Daddy grabbed his cock and pushed the head up against my little hole hard. There was a stretching sensation as the tip went in, and then I felt suddenly full as the head popped inside, sending more squirts of that same white stuff right up inside my hole. "Oh God," repeated Daddy, "I'm cumming in my little girl. Oh Jesus!" he said, as another inch of his cock slid up inside me, bringing a painful pressure inside me as he spasmed repeatedly, flooding my little slit with pulse after pulse of that warm sticky liquid. "I'm getting my little girl pregnant," he moaned. "Oh Karen. Take Daddy's sperm inside you. Daddy's going to make a baby in that cute little tummy. Oh. Oohhh!" With the last "Oh," Daddy's spasms slowed. I looked down at where my father's big penis vanished into the crack between my legs. My little hole was obscenely stretched around the fat cylinder that had slid about a quarter of the way up inside my body. A glob of funny-looking white stuff was puddled on my stomach, just above where Daddy's penis went inside me. I felt stuffed and stretched, but not very satisfied. Things had just been getting interesting when Daddy came. I figured that was what had happened. Daddy came in me. I now had my father's sperm inside me, and I could get pregnant. "Oh shit!" I thought. I had been so eager to try real sex for the first time that I had forgotten about waiting until I was safe. My period had been over two weeks ago, and I was probably fertile right now. Not only that, but Daddy had come in me, possibly (probably I thought miserably) knocked me up, and I was still a virgin! "Double-shit!" I repeated. "I'm sorry," said Daddy, "I just couldn't help myself. You're too sexy for your own good." He gave me a grin. I never could resist Daddy when he grins at me like that. "It's OK, Daddy," I said, "I don't mind. Next time, can we do it right and let me feel you all the way up inside me?" Daddy grinned again. "Give me 15 minutes," he said.

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Don't Tease

"Don't tease your brother," I admonished Tammy, my youngest daughter. The girl was flashing her big brother, lifting her skirt and showing the older boy where she was sliding a hot dog in and out of the swollen lips of her tight little cunny. "But Mike LIKES to watch me do it, Dad," objected the 9-year-old, throwing a frown in my direction as she lowered her hands so the bottom of the short skirt now hid the sight of the wiener she had buried in her tight little slit. My daughter didn't need to hold the mini-sausage inside herself with her hands, as the girl's vaginal muscles were young, supple, and strong enough to do so without digital assistance. "So do you," she pouted. It was true. Michael DID look disappointed as his little sister covered up the erotic sight of a pre-teen girl masturbating herself with the food the family would later eat. Even I was let down a little as the carnal sight was hidden from view. That didn't stop Tammy from continuing to work the meat cylinder in and out of her body. I don't think she COULD stop herself until she got off. "It's not the LOOKING that's teasing your brother," I explained. "It's showing him something he can't have, that does it." "Huh?" I sighed. "Seeing you slide that hot dog up inside you like that, makes your brother (and any adult male watching, for that matter) wish HE could be sliding HIS wiener up inside you, instead of that stupid hot dog. It's unfair to show off in front of your brother like that; teasing the poor kid with something he can't have." Again a, "Huh?" from both kids. "Mikey can stick his 'thing' up inside me any time he wants to," rebutted his little sister. "He can even cum inside me if he wants to. I don't mind; and he knows it too... Don't you Mikey?" "Uhuh." Michael nodded and slid closer to his little sister, unbuttoning himself as he did so. "See Dad?" he explained, pulling the offending wiener from his little sister's body and substituting the MUCH larger "sausage" attached to his groin. There was an, "Oof," of surprise from Tammy, then just the normal squishing sounds of two kids having a *very* good time with each other sexually, as my son's swollen prick vanished to the hilt inside the little girl's body. "After all," added the younger child as an afterthought, "it isn't as if Mikey could get me pregnant, you know, since I'm only nine." The youngster almost pouted the last sentence, as if she was disappointed. CHAPTER: 2 CORRECTED_TEXT: "I can do better than THAT," commented a voice at my shoulder, as the two siblings' older sister peeked past me at the mating duo. I was more surprised at the older girl being in the room or even in the house at all, than when I noticed she was completely naked. However, what REALLY drew my eyes to the budding teenager was the "hot dog" the older girl was carrying. Unlike the tiny six-inch wiener their brother had put aside in favor of a much more "intimate" tool of his own, my 13-year-old was carrying a piece of bologna that was over TWICE as long as my prick... and approximately the same diameter. Well, I could describe my surprise when the seventh-grader slid this monster sausage down between her legs and then INSERTED the piece of meat inside her until fully half of it had vanished into the hole between her legs... But it wouldn't begin to approach the reality. Here I had SUPPOSED both of the girls (and their brother too) were virgins. To see that big thing slide into the vagina that all-too-often I had dreamed about myself... and then felt guilty about afterward.... Well, surprise doesn't fully describe what I felt. However, my prick felt like it had grown almost to the 15 or 16 inches in length that the bologna was. It just ACHED to replace the piece of meat like Mike had replaced the hot dog their little sister had been using."So THAT is the stuff that makes babies," Tammy quietly commented, looking down at the river of white cum oozing out of her abused little slit as Michael's prick wilted and finally slid out of her tight little hole. "Uhuh," the older boy groaned, too worn out from depositing his seed in the child's body to worry about the reproductive consequences of cumming inside his own little sister's developing young fertility. "Oh God (again)." "Do it, Daddy. Shoot your baby-stuff in me, like Mikey did Tammy," Sherrie whined, bucking against me, her flat little belly rippling against mine, her tight little tunnel milking desperately on my abused prick. The sensation was almost overwhelming. "Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me. I want to FEEL it." "Oh. OH... OH SHIT! I'm gonna...." I bit my tongue and barely held out against following my son's example and filling the older girl's womb as full of incestuous seed as the boy had filled his little sister's. "Don't TEASE the girl, Mike!" my wife sharply reproved me. "It isn't FAIR. You know that." "Please, Daddy?" the teenager whined and somewhat croaked. At thirteen, nubile and ovulating regularly, the youngster was, I knew, about as fertile as a woman could be. Still, I couldn't resist both her AND my wife at the same time. Besides, Sherrie had wrapped her legs around my body, and there was only ONE place this rusty load of baby-juice was going to go... up inside my daughter's body where it belonged. Yes, I did it. With an aching HEAVE, I jerked myself into my little girl's body and let her have every drop of incestuous cum I had been building up over the last hour or so. Jet after sticky jet, and squirt after thick gooey squirt slid out of the head of my penis and into the heaving and fertile young body of my eldest daughter. Gush after gush and surge after surge of thick white goo rippled through the tube on the base of my penis, up into the head, and then on into the welcoming belly of my own child, as my prick performed its assigned duty of delivering sperm as close as possible to the uterus and womb of a fertile young female as it could. That the belly that would be swelling if that sperm took root was the result of a similar mating of egg and sperm from me not 14 years earlier, had nothing to do with the result. Sherrie needed it, and I gave it to her. "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," Sherrie meweled. "I'm going to have your baaaayyyybeeee!" The whining keen of a child pleading for something that she knew she shouldn't have... but was determined to get anyway, was the final straw, helping me leave even more sperm in the girl than I thought I had in me. Well, if Sherrie really wanted my baby in her tummy, then I certainly had done my best to put it there. Even if it was just the horniness of the moment and NOT something she really wanted, then I still had done my best to father a child on my own little girl. Her obvious eagerness to feel me do just that had been far too exciting to resist. Even my watching wife hadn't made a move to stop the two of us from procreating. It was only when my prick was starting to wilt that the guilt hit me. Oh God. Even if my wife DIDN'T kill me for filling our daughter's womb with my baby, it still wasn't something a man was supposed to do. Still... If given half a chance, I knew damned good and well I'd do it again. From my daughter's satiated and happy look, along with the horny and greedy look on my wife's face, I knew I was going to have more than half a chance... Several chances in fact. Even Heaven must have its limits. My prick was finally wilting inside Sherrie, and I knew we were going to make a far bigger mess than even Mike and Tammy had. At my age, I could produce probably three or four times the thick heavy cum that a preteen boy could, though that wouldn't be for long. "Oh God," I groaned. "We'd better get a towel before...." Sherrie suddenly left for the bathroom, only to be stopped by our daughter's frantic waving to, "Wait!" What the? Tilting her head back, the girl suddenly gave a couple of gurgling gulps, a ripple of her stomach that somehow squeezed two more drops of thick white cum out of me and into her, and then... And then the end of the bologna sausage appeared in her mouth as she UN-swallowed the enormous piece of meat much faster than ever she swallowed it in the first place! "Here," she grunted, her voice suddenly husky and much more normal. "THIS will hold it until I get to the bathroom," she explained, forcing the end of the bologna into her sopping cunny as my wilting prick was also forced OUT. Only a tiny amount of the enormous quantities of thick white reproductive fluid that I knew was trapped inside my little girl's body escaped to make a mess on the floor. "THERE," Sherrie gloated in satisfaction as she stumbled to her feet, the remainder of the huge hunk of bologna sticking out of her body like the oversized schlong on some porno she-male. "NEXT time, it's MY turn to have Daddy squirt his baby-stuff up inside me," announced her little sister, ignoring the gooey mess dripping from her own oozing little slit. Sherrie just nodded in acceptance of her younger sibling's claim on me, seeming to have expected this. "You can have Mikey, instead. Watching the two of you fuck, was just teasing," Tammy added, silencing any objection I might have made. "Now girls: Remember what I told you both," spoke up their mother, looking pointedly at the slightly wilted baby-sausage now lying forlornly abandoned on the end-table, while seeming to completely ignore the reproductive fluid dripping from both of her daughter's tight little slits. "Whenever you kids FINISH using the hot-dogs, you're supposed to REMEMBER to put them back in the refrigerator, so they don't spoil and can't be eaten," she reminded the girls. "We don't want good food going to waste, you know." "Yes, Momma." WHY was my prick suddenly hard as a brick, all over again?

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Vignette

"Judy, you remember the white stuff that Daddy squirted earlier?" "Uhuh. Ooof! Unh, that feels good. It sure made a mess, until you had me swallow it." "In a minute, Daddy's going to squirt that white stuff up inside you." "Will I feel it?" "Probably not, but you'll probably feel slicker inside, and Daddy's cock will slide in and out a little easier." "Is that all? Oooh Daddy, that feels good. Do that again. EEEeek. Thanks Daddy." "You're welcome." "So how will I know when Daddy is squirting in me?" "Daddy will probably stop sliding his penis in and out, and push it all the way up inside you and hold it there, while he squirts." "Is that all?" "Well, when he does, I want you to push back and try to squeeze as hard as you can, so Daddy can put as much of that white stuff as far up inside you as he can." "OK. When will... Oh. Oh Daddy! Oh, that feels good. O Daddy, don't stop. Do it Daddy. Unh. Oh. Oooohh. Ooh, that felt good." "It feels good to Daddy too." "Did I do it right? It feels like there's a whole lot of that stuff up inside me." "You did just fine, Honey. You made your daddy feel real good." "It made me feel good too. Can we do this some more?" "We'll see." "HEY! What about me? Can't I do it?" "You're a little young yet, Honey." "I'm not THAT young. Terry says she's been getting her big brother to squirt HIS white stuff in HER vagina, for over two years now, and she's a lot younger than I am." "Terry? Your cousin?" "Uhuh. Terry says her big brother doesn't feel as good as when her daddy does it, but her father's only been able to get inside her for about a year."

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Mommy Juice

"Mom?" "Hnnnh?" "Are you going to have a baby?" "Huh? <Hak!> <Splut!> WHAT?!" "I said, 'Are you going to have a baby?'" "Yeah, Mom, we want to know." "NO! I am NOT! What brought THIS on, anyway. I didn't think I looked THAT fat." "You're not fat at all, Mom." "Then what brought THIS up?" "Well... Uh." "You see..." "C'mon now, spit it out. When a woman's daughters start asking questions like that, she wants to know what's going on." "Well... Uh... we were just over at Cindy's house, and she's got a new baby sister." "Yeah, and we wanted one too." "No way! After I had you, Julie, I told your father that was it. No more. It's too much pain." "Aw, PLEASE Mom?" "Yeah... Ginny's SO cute!" "Besides, I thought you LIKED babies, Mom. You practically slobber every time Aunt Joan is over with little Mikey." "Yeah. Please Mom. I want to have a little sister like Cindy does." "We'll both help you take care of it... it won't be a bother... really." "Please Mom. Please, please, please?" "No! If you kids want to have babies, then YOU have them. I'm not going to." "Huh?" "I thought only mommies could have babies." "Well, you're both getting old enough to almost be mommies yourselves. All you need is the right man." "Really Mom?" "Really?" "Oh God. Open mouth, insert foot. Yeah, really." "But how do we do it?" "YOU don't." "But you said..." "But MOM!" "I said YOU don't. A man does. He squirts the stuff that makes little girls into mommies in you, and then after a while you have a baby. Surely you both learned all this in 'Sex Education' Class?" "Uh..." "Well..." "Well, didn't they?" "The talked about diseases and massy... master... mister..." "Masturbating?" "Yeah, that... and other weird stuff. It was boring.""So I did. So I did. Look at it this way, girls: How would you like to have to pass a croquet ball?" <Silence.> "Oh, come on, Mom, it can't be THAT bad." "No, it's worse. Think of it. When your father squirts his 'mommy juice' in you, it goes up your vagina and into your tummy to make a baby. Now, how big is your vagina?" "I don't know, big enough, I guess." "Big enough... right. Have you girls ever seen your father's penis when it was hard?" "Hard?" "I have, Mom! It was... I don't know, about as long as my hand and about as big around as my arm." "Well, not quite THAT big, honey. Your father's penis is about average size, about 6 inches long and a little over 1 1/4 inches thick. Let me see your hand... well, maybe you're right. Your hand and arm ARE pretty small. Anyway, the question is, how would you like something THAT big shoved up your asshole?" "Ooouuuch!" "Ow. Makes me wince to think about it. Why, Mom?" "Just wait; I'll get there. Now, how would you like that thing going up your 'hole,' as you call it, your 'crack' or vagina?" "You're kidding, right? I remember once taking a shit that wasn't near as big as Dad's 'thing,' and it hurt like heck." "Me too." "And my hole is even smaller than that. No way. It wouldn't go in." "Well, that's the point. It WOULD go in. In the first place, it would HAVE to, if you were going to have your father's baby. In the second, women's vaginas stretch. Even yours, Julie, will easily stretch to accept a bigger penis than your father's. It HAS to, if the man is going to squirt his sperm inside you and get you pregnant." "So what's the point, Mom?" "Well, think of this: While it might be a little painful the first time or two you get fucked, your vagina gets used to that, and after a while, it even starts to feel good." "Like Leanne said it does?" "Uh-huh, or even better. As I said earlier, it's FUN making a baby." "If that's the case, then where's the trouble?" "Marie, Julie, I want you to THINK. Daddy squirts his 'mommy juice' inside you, so you become a mommy. Where does it go?" "In my tummy?" "Close enough. So, if you're a 'Big Girl,' a baby starts to grow in your tummy, and after a few months, you get fat, like Aunt Joan did. Got that much?" <Silence.> "So now for the BIG question... You've got a baby in your tummy... How does it get out? Remember how big Mikey's head was." "You don't mean..." "I shit it out?" "No, idiot... oops, sorry. No, the baby comes out the same way it went in. Stretching you all the way. If you think your vagina is too tight to take your father's penis, then think of what it will be like to feel a baby's head at almost four inches across forcing its way out of you. And like a big hard turd, it WILL come. You have no choice. NOW do you see what I meant about 'shitting a croquet ball'?" "Ooooh." "Yeah. Ouch." <Silence.> "So let's not hear any more about this, OK?" "Uh, Mom?" <Sigh.> "What, Julie?" "It only hurts for a while, doesn't it? I mean, like when I take that shit, I get over it, don't I?" "Well, yes, but... It hurts a LOT more than that." "People do it all the time, don't they?" "Well, yes, but..." "And they aren't sorry they have kids, are they?" "Well..." "YOU aren't sorry you had US, are you?" "Of COURSE not, honey. You're worth every bit of the pain." "That's what I thought. When can I do it?" "Huh?" "When can I have Dad teach me how to be a mommy, by squirting that stuff that makes girls into mommies in me?" "Hey! That's not fair! I want Dad to squirt 'mommy juice' in me too!" "What?! After all that discussion about how painful it is, you STILL want to get pregnant?" "I TOLD you over half an hour ago that I wanted another brother or sister." "Me too! I want to be a mommy to my little sister too!" "Oh, shit.""That ought to get him up!" "Uh... Please Daddy? I want you to teach me how to make a baby, like you did Julie... Please Dad? Mom says when a baby gets big, you can feel it moving around inside you, and I want to feel what it's like to have my own little brother squirming inside my tummy. Please Dad? It isn't fair if Julie gets to feel you making a baby in her, when I don't. Mom says you could have been squirting mommy-juice in my tummy for years now. If you had, maybe I could have been a mommy two or three times already. It's not fair that Julie gets to go first. Please Dad? I want a baby too!" "Mmmpthpt! Hey! Ease up Marie! If you keep that up, your father's going to be squirting THIS load of `mommy-juice' down my throat, instead of up your tummy, like it belongs! Now quick! Get around here, before your father loses it again!" "OK, Mom... Daddy I... Oooooh. Oh, that feels good. Put some more in Dad, please? Oooh. Thanks Dad." "Oh shit, that feels good. Omigosh, here it... Oh. Oh God, that feels good. Now slide down a little Hon, so Dad can slide it in and out." "What are they doing Mom?" "They're fucking, Honey. Sliding in and out like that makes your father and sister feel real good. In a minute or two, your father is going to squirt his sperm inside your big sister, just like he did in you. OK?" "OK Mom... I guess. How come Dad didn't do that with me, and how come it didn't hurt Marie, like it did me?" "Well, as to the first, it's probably because being smaller, tighter, and being first, you were too sexy for your own good; so your father got too excited to NEED to fuck you like this. He couldn't help cumming in you. Sometimes you see, being first isn't necessarily being best." "Oh." "Second, your big sister is bigger inside, older, more developed, and quite possibly had already lost her hymen for one reason or another." "Oh. What's a hymen?" "That's a little piece of skin inside your vagina. Dad had to break it to get all the way up inside you. This only happens the first time. Remember how I said it would hurt?" "You didn't tell me it would hurt like THAT. You said it was like taking a shit. Still, it wasn't all THAT bad. You said he tore it. Does that mean I'm bleeding inside?" "Probably... in fact, almost certainly. I see a tinge of red on your father's penis right now. It's nothing to worry about... we'll take care of it later... after you let it soak in for a while." "OK Mom, if you say so." "Now hush. I think your father's about to squirt his `mommy-juice' inside your big sister." "Squeak. Squeak. Squeak." "Oh Marie! Daddy loves you so." "Squeak. Squeak. Squeak." "I love you too, Dad." "Squeak. Squeak. Squeak." "Oh!... Oh God, I'm gonna..." "Squeak, squeak, squeak." "Oh Daddy!" "Squeak-squeak-squeak." "OOOoooouuugghhhh! Oh God." "Oh Daddy." "Oh." "Oh Daddy!!! Don't stop!" "I... I can't help it, Hon... I'm beat! Ooohh Sheeit!" "Daddeeeee!" "Oh get out of the way!... Stupid incompetent males! Here Honey, let me help." "But Mom! That's NASTY! That's where I PEE out of. I mean Daddy just..." "Sluuurp! Lap, lap." "Oh Momma. Oh Mom. Oh." "Slobbbber." "OH! Oh MommmmeeeeEEEEEEKKK! Ah. Ah! AAAuughh! Oh! Oh... oh. Thanks Mom, I needed that." "I could tell." "Wow! That was awesome! Mom?" "Puff. Yes, Hon?" "When can Dad fuck ME like that?" "Oh shit... I'm dead." "Sorry Dear, but your father is pretty much `used up', for right now. Even when he DOES recover, it'll be my turn. So why don't you kids go get washed-up, and ready for bed. Try not to wash ALL of the cum out of your holes, but try not to make a mess of the bed, either. OK?" "OK, Mom." "Clatter... SLAM!... Click." "Uh, Dan?..." "Yuh?" "I have a confession to make." "What's that?" "I DID set the girls up on this. They don't know it, but I sent them over to visit the baby next-door, just to get them thinking about having a little brother of their own." "I FIGURED it was something like this." "Hush. They say confession is good for the soul, and I need to get this one off mine." "It's YOUR conscience." "Uhuh. Anyway, after I tricked Marie into asking me if I was going to have a baby, I steered the subject into where they were telling me how they wanted a baby-sister or baby-brother." "You already knew that." "Uhuh. But THEN I got REALLY sneaky. I slowly led them from the idea of ME having a baby, to THEM having a baby, and from there to their having YOUR baby, so it would be their own brother or sister... neat, huh?" "Well, if you think *I* am going to object..." "Snicker." "Anyway, that cute scene about having you pump `mommy-juice' in their tummies so they could get to be big-girls and be mommies themselves, was kind of a bonus. I think it's real cute, don't you?" "Groan." "Yep, I think you do. Just think... If you keep on squirting `mommy-juice' in those little girls' cute little tummies, you might just be able to father three, four, or even five kids on each of our daughters before they get out of high-school." "You don't REALLY expect me to get them pregnant that many times do you? I mean, Julie's only..." "Old enough to bleed, is old enough to breed. Besides, that just gives you that many MORE chances to get her pregnant before she even gets out of grade-school, let alone high-school." "Ooooh! You really DO expect me to get them pregnant. And here I thought I was the `dirty old man'!" "Well... actually I just expect you to TRY. As long as you make sure they both get lots of your `mommy-juice' in their tummies, then when or if they get pregnant will take care of itself. We only have to wait. So we'll just worry about that little thing, when their panties start to get tight, OK?" "OK, I guess." "Good. Now I want a little of this myself; so remember: I promised the girls that from now on you'd see to it that they both got lots of the white stuff that makes mommies out of little girls in their tummies from now on. So I don't want you to neglect either one of them." "Groan." "Ooohhh, good! I thought that would get you.

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Teaching Judy

"See Judy," I said, looking down at where the cum-dribbling head of my swollen penis had vanished into the tight little hole between my 12-year-old daughter's legs, "I told you it would fit." The tight ring of the child's vagina spasming around my prick almost had me filling the little girl's body full of incestuous sperm before I even got properly inside her. "Oh!" said the little girl in surprise, as she felt the head of my prick slip inside her. Then, as she felt me slowly pushing in and out, slowly working by fractional inches to get even more cock buried inside her, "Is this really how you make a baby, Daddy?" "Uhuh," I said. By now I had almost a third of my thick prick buried in my little girl's body. Something was blocking my way of getting farther inside her. "Only I've got to get it all the way up inside you," I said, "if you're really going to get pregnant when I squirt my sperm inside you." "Do you HAVE to, Daddy?" she asked, plaintively. Judy didn't pull away, though; even though I could tell from her winces that it hurt a little, each time I pushed a little harder at her virginity. When I nodded, the little girl braced herself, and said, "It's OK, Daddy, I don't mind." At her acquiescence, I grabbed my daughter by the hips and shoved hard. There was a moment's hesitation, and I felt an inner ring split around the head of my prick, before two more inches slid into my daughter's body. "Ow!" said Judy, but still didn't pull away. I was proud of my little girl. Judy was the first virgin I ever fucked, but I knew it must hurt her more than she wanted to admit, as tears started rolling down her cute little face, while I rested with 2/3 of my penis inside her. "Is that it, Daddy?" she finally asked, looking down at where her father's fat prick was splitting her tight little cunny, once she got used to having me inside her. "No," I said. "There's still more. But this won't hurt like that did; you'll just feel a little stuffed, OK?" "OK, Daddy." Judy sniffled a little, then bravely pushed back, while I pushed in. One inch, and then another slid into my daughter's body, until her cunny lips were splayed around the base of my prick, and I knew my penis was leaking pre-cum and sperm into my little girl's womb. "Are we 'doing it' now?" she asked. "Uhuh," I said, sliding out about an inch, then sliding back in until once again I felt the little girl's cervix bumping against the head of my prick. "THIS is how you make a baby," I told her. "In a minute, Daddy is going to squirt his sperm inside you, so you'll know what it's like to make a baby...OK?" "OK, Daddy," sniffled the little girl. "If you say so...What's sperm?""OK, Daddy," she sighed, seemingly just as sexually wrung out as I was. "Does that mean I'm going to have a baby now?" she asked. 3 I couldn't resist the temptation. "Possibly," I said, "but not likely. Usually, the man has to do it quite a few times before they get lucky, and his baby starts to grow inside her tummy. We'll probably have to 'practice' quite a few times before you get it right. OK?" "Oh," she said. "Even if you do," I continued, greatly daring, but also looking ahead to the future, "we'll probably want to keep on doing this anyway... even after you have a baby. After all, I don't want you to get out of practice, once you learn how." I almost couldn't believe I heard those words come out of my own mouth. I waited breathlessly to see if my daughter had bought it. "OK, Daddy," she replied, as if it didn't make any difference either way with her. Still, I could tell my daughter was almost as interested in having me "practice making a baby in her" as I was. I almost giggled to myself at the obscene idea as we cleaned up. Then, I told Judy to be ready to "practice" each night, before she went to bed, starting tonight. That way, my sperm would soak into her womb during the night, and she would have a better chance of getting pregnant with my baby. Judy just nodded, as if she expected it. "Well, did you?" asked my wife suspiciously. Marsha had palmed the job of teaching our daughters about sex off on me, as she was just too "shy and embarrassed" about such things to talk sex with her own daughter. Right now, she wanted to know if I had fallen down on the job too. "I taught her some of it," I sighed, as if it had been an onerous chore. (Tiring it had been; onerous, no.) "But there's still a lot she has to learn. I'll probably have to keep on teaching her for quite a while, until she learns it right. OK?" "Hmmph," said my wife, "Better you, than me." I had to agree. "So for a while," I said, "I'll be giving Judy lessons every night, before she goes to bed." I thought a bit, then added, greatly daring, "If you want to help me show her some of the parts about women, then you could help too." "If you think I am going to bare my body in front of our daughter and teach her about sex, you're out of your mind," said my wife. "YOU can do it with YOUR body if you want," she snickered at the thought, "but don't count ME in. If you need to show her how various parts of the female body work, then use HER body, not mine! After all, she's a woman too, you know." "Yes Dear," I said. THIS set of instructions I was going to follow to the letter. "Just don't disturb ME, when you do it," she said. "I'll be at the other end of the house, so don't bother me, OK?" My wife waited for my nod to continue, "And John?... Make sure you teach her where babies come from, and how they are made. We don't want our daughter getting pregnant by accident, or because she doesn't know what's happening. So I want you to make sure Judy knows exactly what happens, and how it's done." "Yes Dear," I said, barely suppressing a smirk. "I've started doing that already, and will be teaching her some more tonight." 4 "See that you do," said Marsha. "And make sure that I don't have to listen in, while you do, OK?" "Yes Dear." I couldn't believe my wife had made things that easy for me. If she only knew... I was just about to head back to my room, grinning happily now that my wife had just made it incredibly easy for me to fuck and suck our sexy young daughter without her even knowing it. If (when) our little girl got pregnant, I would face that problem then. If I was lucky, in about two years our second daughter would be old enough for me to teach her, "How to make a baby" with her own father. Marsha stopped me. "John?" she said, just as I was about to leave. "Uh?" I said. I knew my wife was about to add the "kicker." I had been married to Marsha long enough to know that she always had one last instruction, that usually was more trouble than all the earlier ones. I wondered what ELSE she wanted to say... Jennifer was still too young yet, so it couldn't be that... It wasn't... quite. "Judy's period was just last week," she said, picking up her paper and leaving, "so you've only got a week or so, if you're intending to get that little girl pregnant before Christmas... If I were you, I wouldn't be waiting until tonight." My wife's voice came trailing back to me as she vanished into the other room. "If you really TRY, maybe you can father two or possibly even three kids on Judy over the next couple of years, so her little sister can see what's going to happen to HER, when it's time for you to teach Jennifer, 'How to make a baby with Daddy.' You realize you don't have a lot of time to spare; as Judy had her first period when she was just a few months older than Jenny is now." My mouth was gaping as Marsha left without waiting for a response. Which was good, because for once I didn't have a thing to say.

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Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/tch-judy.txt

The Reformed Child-Abuser

"MISTER Peters," the firm voice of the sexy young woman hauled me back from my daydreams, "you said you wanted help, so please pay attention." "Sorry," I mumbled. "Now remember, you agreed for your daughter's sake to take this course," she reminded me. "Or would it help to keep your attention if I took some of my clothes off?" Cathy Morgenstern looked eager at the prospect. I sweated. This was one of the reasons I had been scared to come here. Still, a licensed, bonded, nymphomaniac like Cathy would probably be able to help me if anyone could. "Uh, not quite yet," I said, putting it off. "It would probably distract me more than help at the moment." "Whatever you say," she replied, "Still, you've got to get used to the idea of seeing other women besides your wife naked, and even get used to fucking them, if we're going to solve your problem." "I know," I answered, "but just not yet, please?" The reminder of my wife made me even more nervous. Even though she had been the one pressuring me to come here, I found it hard to believe Lois REALLY wanted me to, to, to... fuck some other woman... No, not just some other woman. Lois wanted me to fuck... I couldn't do it. "You DO love your daughter, don't you?" asked the counselor with some sympathy. I nodded, unable to say much more. That was the whole idea. I was thoroughly disgusted with myself. Once I watched that TV show about parents who abused their children and realized that I was such an abuser, I had been feeling so guilty I could barely live with myself. I mean, previous to that, I had never even THOUGHT that what I was doing to Sherry could be considered abuse. In fact, just the opposite. It shows just how you can fool even yourself about things. I mean, sex with my own daughter? I had never even thought about it in terms of abuse. Except possibly the other way around. Now, my secret was out, and I knew the shame Sherry must feel at school, every time the other children looked at her. Or talked about her behind her back. That her own father would treat her like that. I felt lower than a snake's-belly in a swamp. It hadn't been until the "Opra Nymph" show, where I heard several parents like me trying to justify their abuse, that I realized just how perverted I had been. Thank goodness for the child-abuse hot-line they showed on the screen. With that, and my wife's help, I had agreed to take a course to help me overcome the effects of the abuse I had received as a child. So hopefully the chain of abuse would stop now. I had never realized until now, how much abuse begets abuse."Relax; let it flow," crooned Cathy, as she somehow snuggled even closer. It was almost like she was a second skin of mine. I found that my hands had somehow made their way up underneath Cathy's halter and were massaging her lovely breasts without any conscious volition on my part. At 18, Cathy's body was just coming into its prime. I knew that not many women managed to pass the boards for nymphomania before they were 18, but Cathy had been working as a sex instructor for at least two years already. This was especially helpful when dealing with problems like mine. Since my problem was having sex with a little girl, it helped tremendously to have someone as young as Cathy start me in the normal direction. By the time we were finished, maybe Sherry and I could enjoy time together just like any normal father and daughter, instead of having my sexual hangup with young girls come between us. Being as young as she was, yet definitely mature, Cathy was slowly directing my sexual arousal to a more normally accepted type. "Oooh, that feels good," she said, as my fingers dug deeper into her soft mounds. "Here, let me get this off," she said, struggling to get me out of my shirt. Two minutes later, we were both in a clinch on the couch. (Well, actually it was more like a bed, but that was to be expected for a sex counselor.) "Now tell me," Cathy purred, as she reached in my pants and started rubbing my swollen prick, "how sexy your little girl is." Cathy's smooth, cool hands almost had me squirting thick, sticky white stuff all over her, but she was an expert and knew just exactly how far to go. Besides, the reminder about Sherry made my prick wilt a little. "Uh, I don't think," I started. "Sure you do," murmured Cathy, stopping for a second to tickle my nipple with her tongue. "Your daughter is a very sexy young girl. I'm sure you've noticed it too. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. So tell me about her." "Uh, Sherry's just a little girl!" I expostulated. "Uhuh, and so am I," said Cathy. "Feel." Cathy led my hand down into her silky little panties, until I felt something wet and slippery. Two soft mounds parted before my finger, as I caught my breath. Cathy was as bare as a 5-year-old child! Her little cunny-lips were as naked as any little girl I had ever imagined; without even a trace of stubble to show she ever had any hair down there. "See," she said, "little girls DO turn you on." Her voice suddenly shifted range, and she piped up in a little-girl voice, "Ooh Daddy! What's this big thing in your pants? C'n I play with it? Please Daddy?" The scenario was incredibly real. My prick began spouting thick white cream all over Cathy's milking little hand. "Oh Daddy," she pouted, still in that incredible little-girl voice, "you were supposed to squirt that stuff in me, like Momma said. You promised me you'd teach me how to make a baby; and now you gone and wasted it!" I tried to get into the fantasy. Surprisingly, it wasn't all that hard to do after all. "It's OK Honey," I said, patting the "little girl" on the head. "Daddy's got a lot more of that white-stuff for his little girl. Why don't you and I get ALL undressed, so Daddy can show you how he makes babies in little girls." Oh God! I WAS a pervert after all! I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this fantasy. Cathy kept up the illusion. "Really Daddy," she squealed. "Promise?" I had never lied to my real daughter, and I didn't want to start with this imaginary one. "Promise," I said. "Oooh Daddy," she said in that sexy little girl squeal, "I can't wait to have a baby like Marsha did. She's been showing off her big belly; showing everybody how her daddy is taking care of her. I want to show her that I can fuck my daddy just as good as she does. I can't wait to see her face, when my tummy starts to stick out." At this reminder of the way I had been mistreating Sherry, I almost lost my hard-on, but Cathy never gave me a chance. "Fuck me Daddy," she said, "Please?" rubbing her bare little slit against my prick, while she did so. Somehow Cathy had managed to slip out of her short little dress and flimsy panties, while I was distracted. "Please Daddy?" she repeated. I did it. Cathy's teasing had gotten to be too much. For the first time in over 14 years, I fucked someone other than my wife. I couldn't even make myself feel properly guilty, as I knew that Lois had not only set me up with this girl (woman) but actually WANTED me to fuck her. Not just once, but many times; until I finally got over this "thing" I had about my daughter, and was able to treat both her and Sherry like any normal man would his wife and daughter. Well, at least this fantasy was safer than doing the real thing to Sherry. As I said, I fucked Cathy; really getting into the fantasy of her being my daughter, and giving the little girl what she so obviously wanted. "Oh," I said, "Daddy's going to do it. I'm going to squirt your sexy little tummy so full of baby-juice you'll be having kids for the next six years." Cathy let out an involuntary giggle at this; spoiling for a moment the illusion of a father screwing the heck out of his little girl. I grinned back at her. It WAS funny. Then Cathy slipped easily back into the role. "Oh Goody," she squealed, "I promised Momma I'd give her at least three kids to raise, before I get married. I'll show that stuck up old Marsha who really loves her daddy!" This was too much. I jammed my suddenly erupting prick up to the hilt in Cathy's squirming little belly, as I felt jet after jet of potent sperm squirt into her unprotected young womb. Professional nymphos like Cathy deliberately never used birth control; preferring to take the risk of having a baby, in order to get that extra thrill from their partners of knowing that every time she screwed she might be creating a new life. Since the government covered all costs, and kept her salary going when she did, it's no wonder that so many girls envied those women who managed to get their certificates. Not many women could take the challenge of unlimited nymphomania, but the rewards were well worth it. Just knowing that this sexy young girl not only didn't mind if I got her pregnant, but was trying as hard as I was to do it, made me squirt more sperm inside her than I usually squirted in my wife in a week. The fantasy of it being my own daughter I was getting pregnant, just added to the sexiness of the scene. "Thanks Daddy," said Cathy; still acting like the little girl. "I hope I'm pregnant now," she added. Somehow I knew that Cathy was being sincere, even though she was still pretending to be my daughter. Even the knowledge that not 10 minutes after I left, Cathy would probably be asking some completely different man to knock her up; and meaning it then too, did little to detract from the erotic moment. "Well, if not," I snickered, "then I guess Daddy will just have to keep trying until he does." We both burst into a fit of giggles at that. "See," said Cathy; for a moment the professional woman again. "Does that make you feel a little bit better about fucking your little girl?" My face flamed red. I was STILL ashamed to admit how much I had really enjoyed the little fantasy. Cathy noticed. "I see 'Daddy' and I need to work on things a bit more," she teased. My face flamed even brighter if possible. "Well, I can see that this will take a little bit sterner measures," said Cathy. I looked at her. Pretending I was fucking my own little girl wasn't enough for one session? Obviously not. Cathy went over to a machine on her desk, and pushed a button. "Yes Ms. Morgenstern?" came the tinny voice of her sexretary. "It's like I figured," said Cathy, "I'm going to have to do what I said earlier. So set things up like I told you to, and make sure we aren't disturbed for at least two hours. OK?" "OK Cathy," said the voice, suddenly seeming friendlier. "I'll set things up just like you said. No calls." There was a click as the line closed. "Now," said Cathy throatily, "I've got you all to myself for at least two hours. We're going to explore this thing you have for your daughter in real depth." She suddenly giggled again. "Or, as for the time being, I'm going to be acting as your daughter; we're going to explore that 'thing' you have IN your little girl." Her giggles were infectious. Well, it WAS funny. Soon I was chuckling right along with her. "Yeah," I said, getting into the act again, "there's this 'thing' my daughter and I have to get straight between us." Oh God, what a line! For almost five minutes we lay gasping and giggling together; rolling around on the floor gasping out corny old jokes about the "bone I wanted to pick" with my daughter, and how we were going to "work things out together." Rolling naked on the floor with a sexy young woman while you make obscene jokes is indescribably sexy. It didn't take long for my prick to be as erect as if I hadn't just filled Cathy's cute little tummy full of baby-making sperm not more than 30 minutes earlier. Well, Cathy WAS a professional. WHAT a girl. Still, I'm glad I married a more normal woman. Two weeks with a nympho like Cathy, and I'd be dead. That's why nymphos and satyrs rarely if ever married. Still, there WAS the guy down at work, who was married to a school-nurse.She got her sex every day down at school, fucking all the horny teenage boys, until she was able to come home to the man she loved without wearing him out. He still usually fucked her about twice a day anyway. It's no wonder that nymphomaniacs were so rare and valuable. Almost as rare as the true satyr. I shuddered at the thought of giving my life up for sex. I mean, I like sex, but it was not everything. To a nymph or satyr, that's all they lived for. For a moment, I pitied Cathy. Then her good nature and incredible sexiness made me realize that she was not to be pitied. Cathy obviously loved her work too much for pity. If you're happy with your work, then what more do you need? As I said, my erection grew back, and we made jokes about what to do with it, or where to "hide" that "thing" before some "innocent little girl" came along and saw it. God, it was funny! Finally, Cathy looked at me and asked, "Jack, do you trust me?" "Huh?" I asked. "Of course I do," I said, and meant it. Not only was Cathy a certified, licensed, and bonded nymphomaniac, but after that incredible scene earlier, I felt as if we'd been friends for life. It's amazing how having sex with someone breaks the ice, so to speak. "Then lie down," said Cathy, pointing to the bed, "I want to tie you up." My eyebrows must have vanished into my hairline, but I did it anyway. I would never have imagined Cathy was into bondage, but I guess as a pro, she had to be into a little of everything. Cathy picked up four soft-looking ropes and pointed out to me that a big strong man like me could break them, but she was counting on me not to try. I promised I wouldn't. In an amazingly short time, Cathy had me spread-eagled on the bed, as with a few quick turns of her wrists she tied each hand and foot securely to eye-bolts mounted in the frame that I hadn't noticed before. Cathy had quite obviously done this quite often before. As she tied me down, Cathy started explaining. "The main reason for the ropes," she said, "is so you can't take the hood off." Here, Cathy showed me a black hood, obviously designed to make it impossible to see through. I wondered just how far she was going to go? Whips and chains? As long as she didn't go too far, I guess I'd try it. Still, I was a little worried. "Are you going to gag me too?" I asked. I guess my worries must have shown, because Cathy hastened to reassure me. "Oh no!" she said, "I'm not going to hurt you at all. The hood is just so you can't see. If you did, it would spoil the fantasy." "Huh?" I asked, as I watched Cathy rummage in a drawer for something. "See this?" she asked, showing me something that looked like a cross between a condom and a woman's diaphragm. I guess you'd have to expect something like that in a professional nympho's office. "What is it?" I asked, testing the ropes. I figured Cathy was right; I could get loose if I had to. I didn't want to spoil whatever she was working so hard to set up though. After that previous fantasy, I knew Cathy had sexual talents I had never heard of. "It's a fake hymen." "Huh?" "It's an artificial hymen," she explained. "Some men like to pretend they're fucking a virgin, and this almost feels like the real thing. It's designed to break, unlike a diaphragm or condom, so it almost feels like taking a woman's virginity. You remember that scene earlier?" How could I forget? I nodded, as best I could in my bonds. "Well, I'm going to pretend I'm a little girl who gets her cherry popped by her own father. Only I don't want you to be looking at me, as it will spoil the illusion. You know how tight I was?" Again, I nodded. "Well, you ain't felt nothing yet. They give us lessons before we are certified, and I could squeeze the neck off a coke bottle." Somehow, I knew she wasn't kidding. "So now let me slip this hood over your head, while I practice my voices." The world went suddenly black, and her voice seemed to shift. "First," she said, "I'm going to try and imitate your wife." Cathy's voice was now lower and huskier, but she didn't have it quite right. I told her so. "How's this?" she said, correcting herself. "Better," I acknowledged, "not perfect, but better." Actually, Cathy was incredibly good. Though, after hearing her trick voice earlier, when she pretended to be my daughter, I wasn't surprised. "How about this, as your daughter?" she said in the same voice she had used earlier. My penis strained at the very thought of my little girl seeing me bound and naked like this. "Not quite," I groaned. "She's a little higher than that, and she lisps a little because of her missing teeth." Once again, her voice seemed to shift. "You mean like this, Daddy?" she asked. "Oh God," I said; she really was good. "Good," said Cathy, in her more normal voice. "Now I want you to pretend you are sleeping, when you hear your wife and daughter enter the room. Whatever you do, don't act like you're awake, or know that they're there. OK?" "OK," I agreed, and closed my eyes, to complete the illusion. The hood was unnecessary. If Cathy had asked, I would have kept my eyes closed anyway. "Sssst!" came the whisper. "Watch it, Honey, you'll wake Daddy." "Sorry, Momma, I slipped." Cathy was incredible. I listened closely to the obscene conversation. "Oh, Momma," came the sweet little girl voice, "you were right, Daddy does sleep naked. Is that his cock?" "Uhuh. See that sack underneath it?" came the other voice. I let myself drift into Cathy's fantasy. If she wanted me to pretend it was my wife and daughter, I was willing. Especially, if this would help me resolve my problems at home. "That's Daddy's testicles," said Lois. "It's where Daddy makes sperm." "Oh wow, Mommy, you mean the things that make babies?" "Uhuh. Daddy stores his sperm inside his body, until he fucks someone, and then he squirts it out of his penis up inside her. That's how babies are made." "You mean if Daddy squirted his stuff in me, then I'd have a baby too?" "Well, maybe. Some girls don't get pregnant right away, and you have to be old enough." "Ginny Summers is two years younger than I am, and she already has two babies by her father," said Sherry. "How come I can't have Daddy's baby like everybody else does?" Oh Jesus! The very reason I was in Cathy's office. For a second, my prick started to wilt, but I managed to steel myself, and face the fact I was a pervert. "Daddy doesn't want to hurt you, Honey." "Daddy doesn't love me! Heck, even little Carol across the street is pregnant, and I've never even gotten fucked yet. Daddy doesn't love me," repeated Sherry. This time, my prick did wilt, at the thought of how I had been abusing my little girl. I resolved that as soon as Cathy finished this, I was going home and apologize to my wife and daughter for being so cruel. In the meantime, the whispering continued. "Why don't you try it now, while he's sleeping," asked my wife. "But Momma, it's too soft, it'll never go inside me." Soft? Maybe. But I knew it wouldn't be for long, after that obscene suggestion. "You'll just have to make it hard." "How, Momma?" <whisper> <whisper> "SUCK on it?! But Momma!" "Oh, here, I'll show you," It was absolutely amazing how Cathy got the exasperated tone of my wife down pat. My admiration was distracted by Cathy's warm mouth descending on my prick. She didn't have quite the expertise you might expect from a professional nympho, but it was amazingly accurate as a wife showing her little girl how. "Now you try it," she instructed. This time, the pretended clumsiness almost made me laugh. Even virgins aren't that clumsy. Cathy even nicked me a couple of times with her teeth before pulling off to ask, "How's that, Momma?" After about three more tries, Cathy was doing a better job than even when she started. Again, I almost giggled. If a little girl was that inexperienced to start with, then no way would she learn that fast either. Still, I didn't want to spoil everything by laughing. Just as I was getting into having one of the best blow-jobs of my life, it stopped. "What?" asked Sherry. "You don't want to suck him off, dear," said my wife. "Oh? What do I do now, then?" "Swing your leg over your father, and put it up inside you," Lois instructed. "OK, Momma." There was a shifting on the bed, and I felt two silky-smooth legs spread around my middle, and a hand was reaching down and grabbing my throbbing prick. "What do I do now, Momma?" repeated the little girl. "Rub the head around until it's slippery, then slide down as far as you can." The feel of Cathy's baby-smooth cunny lips stretching around the head of my prick almost made me cum right then, but I wanted to finish this fantasy just as much as Cathy did. The thought of that fake "hymen" waiting to be broken was enough to make me grit my teeth, and fight down the rising surge until I managed to control myself. Just in time too; as the head of my prick slipped into an incredibly tight ring at the entrance to Cathy's tight pussy. She was right. Cathy had muscles that could snap a man's prick right off. God, was she tight. With fake whimpers and mewls, she forced herself down, until the head of my prick reached that rubber barrier. By this time, I didn't care about the "fake virginity".All I wanted was to be bottomed out in Cathy, while I filled her sexy little womb with jet after jet of sperm. Only now, I was imagining that it was Sherry that I was fucking, and it would be my own daughter's unprotected young womb that I would be squirting my incestuous seed into. Cathy's treatment was having an effect on me, after all. "Do it. Do it," I muttered under my breath, pushing up hard into my "daughter." "Momma, Daddy's waking up," said Sherry. "Slide down," said the older voice. Obediently, Cathy shifted her body lower. "Oh! It hurts," said the "Sherry" voice. Suddenly everything stopped for a moment, as Cathy leaned closer to me. "Promise you won't take the hood off?" she asked. My arms were aching from trying to grab her, and I guess Cathy could tell. "Promise," I groaned. The knots must have been slip-knots, and on longer ropes than I remembered; because first on the other, then all four ropes came loose, without Cathy having to shift more than an inch or two from on top of me. I reached for her and pulled her down. "It hurts," repeated Cathy; hamming it up for all she was worth. The damned rubber fake wouldn't break. Cathy pulled herself up about two inches, then said, "Sit down," in my wife's voice, as she thrust herself down hard, as if forced down by someone else. There was a straining moment, then my prick burst through the rubber ring and slid home inside her. Oh god, did that feel good! Cathy continued to make little whimpering noises, as if it still hurt her, before telling me to, "Cum in me Daddy." Oh shit. By this time, I was fully into it. If my little girl wanted me to squirt her tight little crack full of her daddy's greasy cum, then I would. No more apologies. No more holding back. I didn't care about the neighbors anymore, and what they thought about me screwing or not screwing my own daughter. If Sherry wanted me to fuck her, and even knock her up, then I would. If she didn't, then I wouldn't touch her. It no longer mattered to me what the neighbors thought, or Sherry's classmates thought if she showed up with a big belly; it only mattered what Sherry herself thought. I was no longer worried about social workers, Cathy, or even my wife. "Oh Sherry," I groaned, as I sent bolt after bolt of rich creamy seed into my little girl's body. "Daddy loves you so." "I...Love...You...Too...Daddy," 'Sherry' replied; shivering on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and cuddled her close. "At 18, you'd think that Cathy would weigh more," I thought, as the last trickles of cum leaked out of my prick into her welcoming young womb. "Daddy," asked Cathy, still using her 'Sherry' voice. "Yes, dear." Somehow it didn't seem wrong to call Cathy "dear" even if she was playing the role of my daughter. "If I don't get pregnant this time, promise you'll keep trying until I do?" "Promise," I replied, as Cathy untied the hood and slid it off my head. For a moment, I blinked in the sudden light at my daughter sitting on top of me, with her tight little hole still squeezing my prick in a warm comfortable manner. "I promise," I repeated; looking over at my wife to see her pleased reaction as I did so. "Daddy!" said Sherry; suddenly looking annoyed, as she sat up; forcing a little more of my softening prick up inside her, "You knew! Didn't you?" I grinned and shrugged. What could I say? I had been suspicious ever since Cathy showed me that "fake virginity" just before covering my head with the hood. Once her voice shifted position, I had been fairly sure. Still I COULD have been wrong. I grinned at my two lovers. "Thanks girls," I said to both of them; and, "I owe you one," to my wife. "Where's Cathy?" I asked, as we finally uncoupled. Hurriedly Sherry grabbed the "fake virginity" and used the fancy diaphragm to keep my sperm bottled up inside her. It was obvious that the 13-year-old DID want to have her father's baby, just like all the neighbor kids were doing. "She left about a half-hour ago," giggled Lois. "She was too horny, and couldn't wait for another go at you. Besides, she had another appointment with the football team." "You're kidding," I said; but it was more of a question than a statement. "Well, that's what I thought, but you never know with Cathy..." There was a loud "Thump-Bang" from the adjoining room, then a loud, "Hey, it's MY turn!" Followed by a giggle that we all recognized as Cathy's. ...On the other hand, you never really did know with Cathy. So now, I suppose you all wonder why I'm telling you this story. It's just to prove to you that there IS hope with proper help; even for child abusers like myself. Are you one of those men who is so cruel and hardhearted that they not only won't get their little girls pregnant, but they refuse to even fuck them? Are you a mother who has sunk so low as to not only refuse to bear your son's children, but won't even let them get release by squirting their sperm inside you when it IS safe? Well, I'm here to show you that there IS hope. Right now, my daughter Sherry is six-months pregnant: Her swollen belly a convincing proof to her classmates that her father is no longer neglecting her. With help, you too can learn how to be a truly loving father. With modern treatment, and help from your local social-services department's qualified satyr or nymphomaniac, you too can learn to properly express your love for your children in the best way possible: by having sex with them. Don't let YOUR children grow up to be bitter abusers like I was. With proper loving, your little girl can proudly show off HER baby, or swollen tummy just like the other girls do. 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Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/reformed.txt

Playing adult games with Little Sister

"MOM!" yelled little Amy Porter as she came running into the living room. "MOM! Jeffy's doing it again! MOM!" The lithe little nine-year-old literally caromed off her mother's legs as she turned the corner leading from the living room to the kitchen. Jen Porter looked down at her youngest daughter, who was scrambling out of a rather undignified sprawl and getting back to her feet. "What's all the hubbub about this time, Amy?" "It's Jeffy! He's doing it again! Right in front of me!" "Jeff! Suzy! Angus! Front and center! And I mean NOW!" From the kitchen came Angus, his black brows lifted in a rather questioning manner. Behind him came Suzy, their eleven-year-old daughter. She was the only one of the three children who had inherited her mother's honey-blond hair. Last to arrive, of course, was Jeff, the thirteen-year-old. He was in a t-shirt and what were supposed to be loose jeans. The front was pushed out in what Jen thought must be a terribly uncomfortable bulge. "I'm going to settle this once and for all. Amy, what happened?" The black-haired little girl looked very nervous. She had expected to get her brother in trouble, not to find herself the center of attention of the entire family. "Jeffy. He was doing it again!" The younger girl stared daggers at her big brother. "Right in front of me!" "Doing what, Amy? What was your brother doing?" "He was rubbing his thing!" "Amy, remember the talk we had last month? Remember what you learned? Now tell me properly what your brother was doing." The girl's face screwed up in concentration as she tried to recall the terms her mother had used. "Jeffy was rubbing his - his cock. He was masturbating." Jan smiled, showing her daughter that she was proud the girl had learned her lessons so well. "Is this true, Jeff? Were you masturbating in front of your little sister again?" The woman knew her son had been masturbating for a while, and that he was getting braver and doing it more frequently. It was just a question of whether the boy was doing it openly in front of his baby sister or not. "Well?" Jen asked again when her son didn't answer right away. "It's not fair! She came running in without knocking! Can't a guy get any privacy around here?" "It's my bedroom too! I can come in when I want!" "No you can't!" "Can too!" "Can not!" "Can too!" "Quiet!" yelled Jen, immediately stopping their juvenile squabbling. "Amy, did your brother start doing it in front of you, or did you surprise him again?" CHAPTER: 2 This wasn't going at all the way Amy thought it should have. "I guess. But he was still doing it!" "That's quite enough of that, young lady! Your brother is growing up and feeling urges that every young man does around his age. There's nothing wrong with what he's doing. Like I said before, if you don't like seeing it, don't watch. Besides, it can't be all that bad. After all, you don't hear your sister complaining, do you?" The little girl glared at her older sister. "But Mom! Suzy LIKES watching Jeffy!" "I know. Just like Jeff likes watching Suzy. That's not the point." Jen, out of the corner of her eye, saw both Jeff's and Suzy's mouths fall open in shock. Apparently, they didn't think she knew. It was obvious by Amy's surprised expression that she hadn't known her sister was doing anything. "The point is, how are you ever going to learn anything from Jeff or Suzy if you keep running and screaming whenever you see something new? I mean, if you keep trying to get them in trouble, they'll never let you help or show you why they keep doing it, will they? They'll be doing things together all the time and you'll never get to join in." Without being obvious about it, she watched the faces of her kids. Jeff looked stunned, almost like he'd been hit with a baseball bat. Suzy, after she managed to close her mouth, developed a rather faraway look in her eyes. Amy still managed to look mad, upset, and embarrassed. "Jeff! Suzy!" Their eyes snapped up to meet their mother's, his still looking like he'd been facing the wrong way when a foul ball came flying his way, the other suddenly looking guilty. "You two aren't getting off so easy. I know you've both been ignoring Amy for the last few weeks, so I don't blame her for getting jealous. I want you to include her in your games." "But Mom, she's just a little kid!" exclaimed the blond-haired girl. At 4'6" tall and just 65 lbs, Amy WAS a little kid, still skinny and a little gawky, definitely nowhere near as mature as her big sister. Only 20 months separated the two of them, but where Amy seemed to take after their grandfather's side of the family, Suzy was more like her mother's. She started having periods just after her 11th birthday, had a few sparse hairs growing on her vee, and her nipples were definitely swelling and sticking out more than they used to - things her father didn't think Amy would experience for quite a few years. Besides all that, Suzy was a good six inches taller and twenty pounds heavier. "Even if it is true," said Jen, "that's no excuse. You'd be surprised at what a 'little kid' is capable of." "But Mom!" whined Suzy. "Enough! In the last few weeks I've heard enough moaning and complaining from the three of you to last me until I turn ninety! I don't want to hear another word for the rest of today!" CHAPTER: 3 "But Mom," whined Amy. "What if-" "Enough, I said!" "But Mom," whined Jeff, "how can I-" "That's ENOUGH!" All three kids shut up. They could tell when they had finally pushed their mother to her limits. This time, it looked like she was already past that point. She continued in a quiet, controlled voice. "Jeffrey. Suzanna. Amberlea. To your room. I don't want to see or hear from any of you until suppertime. PERIOD! Now GO!" The three children shuffled out, acting properly subdued, but shooting black looks at one another the whole way. As soon as they were gone and Angus heard their bedroom door close, he turned to stare at Jen. "Don't you think that was a bit harsh? After all, they are just kids, doing what comes naturally. What would have happened if -" He stopped talking, since it was obvious his wife wasn't listening. Instead, she was frantically shedding her clothes. "I need you to fuck me, right now!" That's when he realized what had triggered her outburst. She needed to get a cock inside her cunt. Specifically, she needed his big, thick prick shoved into her hot, steaming little snatch over and over again until she screamed while he filled her womb with load after load of hot, thick, baby-juice. He was hard and ready in seconds, just like he was the first time they did it for real, fifteen years earlier in the bedroom she had shared with her big sister. Jen was naked and running for their bedroom before he even had his pants undone. "Come on! Hurry up! I need this so bad!" Angus almost ripped off his pants, removing them, his shoes, and his socks in two motions. His shirt buttons flew everywhere, popping off when he quite literally tore it in half. He found her on their bed, squirming around with her legs spread wide in invitation. With a moan of pure lust, he crawled over top of the blonde woman, her 5'3" frame almost completely disappearing beneath his 6'4" body. Grabbing his hair, she pulled him down into a frantic kiss, her tongue invading his mouth, her thrusting hips desperately seeking out his organ. "Ohhhh!" she whined as his thick 8" cock finally found her cunt. The clear liquid dripping out of his hole mixed with the juices flowing out of her hole as he rubbed up and down a few times. She wrapped her legs around his waist and drove her heels into his ass, forcing him to impale her. She screeched again, relishing even that twinge of pain she felt with every first penetration. "God, yes! Do it! Don't stop!" Another thrust followed the first, then another, then another. A fast, hard pounding was what she wanted, and that was what she was getting. The head of his cock bounced off her cervix with every deep penetration, making her moan some more, and making her cunt grab at his prick, opening up as he dove in and clamping down when he pulled back. In only a few minutes, her milking made him spew his seed. He pushed in as hard as possible, pressing his cock against her cervix, shooting load after load of thick, ropy semen straight into her womb. The feel of his prick pulsing inside her vagina, knowing he was filling her belly with his baby-juice, was enough to make her cum as well. Grunting with effort, she tried to pull him in even deeper, the walls of her vagina stripping every drop of sperm out of his cock, making him feel like she was turning his balls inside out. A short time later, he rolled over.They were both hot and sweaty and in need of a shower. Angus looked his wife in the eye. "Do you mind telling me what all this is about? Like, why you went strange in there with the kids? And why you got so horny all of a sudden?" Jen Porter cuddled up to her husband and started playing with his cock with the tip of her index finger. "Honey, remember a long time ago when we were telling each other about our wildest fantasies?" "Sort of." "I think some of mine will be coming true pretty soon." Angus sank back, deep in thought, trying to remember all the different wild and crazy things she told him that she dreamed about. Some, like her and the milkman, or her and her high school principal, were never going to come true. They had long since promised that much to each other. Other fantasies, though, were possible. Like them doing it in the back of a bus, or in an airplane. Or, like they had done the previous year, in the bleachers during a nighttime baseball game. Finally, he remembered one of her hottest and most enduring fantasies, one that usually got him just as aroused as it did her...but that they had both previously agreed wasn't up to them to initiate. "You mean, all that - all the yelling - was just an act? You were faking it?" "Yep. Fooled you completely, didn't I." "Why you conniving little witch. I ought to give you a good spanking for your deceitful ways!" "Maybe later. After we, uh, take care of this other little problem first." "My dear, that's turning into quite a big problem. But you're not going to distract me that easily. Are you trying to pull another 'Heather' on me," he asked; referring to a stunt that his wife's older sister had pulled so long ago, (but somehow seemed like only yesterday). Another suspicion hit him; causing his prick to resurrect faster than he would have believed possible. "Or are you trying to pull a 'Heather' on THEM?" "Think about what I said, carefully," she giggled, "Jeff and Amy bought the act hook, line, and sinker, just like you did. They both take after you and your father that way. Suzy though, figured it out, just like I hoped she would. That little girl of ours is just as devious and twisted as my big sister is; and she's also showing signs of becoming just as horny and precocious." "I think I know what you're trying to do now," her husband said with a grin, "Do you think it'll work?" "Let's find out. Turn on the intercom so we can listen to them while you pump some more of that baby-juice into my tummy where it belongs.""Don't touch her between her legs until I say, but everywhere else is okay. Amy, give me your hand. No, the other one. Now take hold of this and move your hand back and forth." "But Suzy, that's his thing!" "Yes, it is, isn't it," the older girl's reply was as calm as if she was asking her little sister to play with a baseball. "How come I gotta' touch his thing?" "I knew you were too little for this," the older girl replied, with scorn fairly oozing from her lips. Suzy pointed at her sister's forgotten toys in the corner. "Go play with your dollies," she said, as if disgusted. "No! Please, Suzy, I'll do it. See?" The 9-year-old grabbed her brother's penis, and began yanking on it frantically; scared that she was going to get "left out" of her older siblings' play again. "No, no, no! Not like that! Do it soft! Slow! That's better. Keep doing that until I tell you to stop. Good! Now we've started!" Jeff was having an incredibly hard time keeping his hands moving, or even watching what he was doing. Looking at Amy's hand running up and down his cock, feeling her cool fingers touching his overheated manhood, was sending him into overdrive. He couldn't believe that his kid sister, the one who screamed and ran at the sight of him doing this to himself less than an hour earlier, was actually jerking him off! Suzy started helping her brother by licking Amy's nipples. The black-haired little girl looked almost as shocked as her brother. Soon, though, she started to respond. Her breathing got faster, and her tight little vulva got redder, fuller, moister, and started opening up. Suzy made Amy stop rubbing her brother's penis, which earned her a very dirty look from him. She smiled and winked back, knowing her brother was on the edge and not thinking clearly - right where she wanted him. "Suzy," asked Amy in a rather tremulous voice, "what's happening to me? I feel funny." The blond girl let her sister's nipple pop out of her mouth. "Is it good funny, or bad funny?" she asked. "I dunno. Maybe good." "That means it's working. You might be old enough to play grown-up games after all . . . Maybe," said Suzy with satisfaction; seeming to be pleased with the little girl's response to her older siblings molesting her. "We'll see," she said. Suzy started sucking on her little sister's other nipple, while their brother continued his stroking of the child's concave stomach, straight sides, flat hips, and skinny thighs. Amy was starting to squirm. A few minutes later, she spoke up again, sounding even more quivery than before. "I'm scared, Suzy. I feel so funny inside, and my . . . my vulva, it feels all weird." "That's exactly what's supposed to happen, Amy," replied Suzy, now breathing almost as fast as her little sister, "You're doing wonderful! Just be brave, and pretty soon you'll be able to play grownup games all you want, just like we do. If you chicken out now, I won't let you play again for a whole year!" The little girl thought about how her body was feeling, and decided that it was a good scary funny, not a bad scary funny. Besides, she knew her sister loved her and wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Not really. And her big brother was there too, so everything just had to be okay. The funny feelings got better and better. When she was sure her little sister was nearing her first-ever climax, Suzy stopped the action. "What? What are you doing?" asked Amy; now not wanting the "funny" feelings to end. "This is the final step, Amy. If you do THIS, you can play with us all the time. If not, well . . . I still think you're too little, but we'll try." Jeff allowed his sister to pull him into the position she wanted. He was in a semi-trance, a lust-induced haze; fully aware of what was happening and what he was feeling, but detached from the events taking place, as if they were actually happening to someone else. He ended up kneeling above his baby sister with his rock-hard penis pressing against her vulva lips; drooling pre-cum and possibly even some sperm into the tiny crevice between the little girl's legs. Amy was scared, but she was also feeling really good, and she didn't want to miss out on playing with her older brother and sister and their "grownup" games for a whole year. That was almost forever! So the little girl bit her lip and didn't say anything when her big sister started rubbing her tight little vulva, right over her clitoris. Those feelings got stronger and stronger. Suddenly something big and hard was pushing into someplace she barely knew she had. It hurt, but it also made those feelings even better somehow. Amy was wiggling about like a worm on a hook; but neither of her siblings was letting her get away. Leaning forward very slowly, Jeff felt his penis push into his 9 year old sister, a fraction of an inch at a time. He had never done this before, with anyone. He (like his two sisters) was a virgin. Between his insistent pressure and Amy's shifting about, he went in quite easily. The resistance and pressure of the child's tight little channel squeezing on his engorged penis were strong, but far from insurmountable. His eyes were closed, as he enjoyed the incredibly erotic sensation of his own little sister's tight little vulva sliding inch by fantastically sensational inch onto his swollen member. The tight ring of the child's sex squeezing on his penis as it slid further and further down, felt even better than he had ever imagined that real sex with a real live girl could possibly feel. Amy's were unfocused; pointing vaguely in the direction of the ceiling. That third pair of eyes watched the junction of sibling penis and vulva with fascination. Suzy knew exactly what she was doing, and why, but this was her first real sexual experience too, even if it was mostly vicarious. "Ow," was Amy's only reaction when her hymen broke. Even that was a breathless, less than convincing expletive; coming as it did in between a long series of "Oh"'s, "Oooo"'s, whines, and whimpers. The event didn't even rate any tears. Jeff noticed; but filed the sensation and his sister's reaction away for later review. He wasn't thinking at all any more. His entire essence was in his penis, and that was ready to explode. He was halfway in, and the tickling sensation of little girl's hot wet heat around the swollen column of his penis was almost too much to bear. Suddenly, his littlest sister gave a shriek; wrapped her arms and legs around him, and literally pulled herself into and onto him. They both "oof"ed just as she started throwing her hips into his crotch as fast as her little body was capable of doing. Within seconds, she was screeching out her release. Instants later, the older boy started pumping out huge gobs of semen deep inside his little sister's body. Millions of tiny sperm started wriggling their way farther in, looking for an egg. Millions more joined them a second later; followed by more and more and more. Jeff bellowed with each thrust, emptying his balls into the nine year old girl's unprotected sex. "Do it, Jeff! Knock up your baby sister! Fill her belly! Yessssssss!" Watching her brother shoot all that thick white juice into their little sister was simply too much for the older girl to withstand. Suzy, frantically rubbing at her own vulva, came as well. The thought that her brother was having full, unprotected vaginal intercourse with their baby sister and her brother's potent sperm was even now squirting in thick white jets into the little girl's womb was too erotic for the older girl to resist. All three lay there for several minutes, catching their breath. Amy's tight hole refused to let go of her brother's penis, and also refused to let it get soft. Finally, Suzy spoke. "Well, Amy? What do you think about playing 'knock me up'?" "I wanna' do it again! Please! Jeffy? Suzy? Please?" the little girl started rocking her hips forward and back again, which rocked Jeff's penis back and forth inside her body. He groaned, she whimpered, and Suzy smiled. "Jeff - I think she likes it. What do you say, wanna' give it another go?" Jeff wasn't paying attention to the other girl. What he was paying attention to was the fact that even with all the sperm he had squirted inside the child, he was still hard and the friction was feeling good again. Moving until he was laying properly overtop of the little girl, the older boy started the classical missionary bump and grind. Amy rutted back at her big brother just as hard; wanting him inside her vulva just as much as he wanted to be inside her. The girls went through two more climaxes each before the boy let loose with another huge load of sperm inside his little sister's belly; squirting thick white jets of incestuous cum at the little girl's uterus, until the child's tight little tunnel was almost awash in a slimy pool of her big brother's lusty seed. Jeff gave a last few thrusts into his little sister; shuddering as he enjoyed the incredibly erotic sensation of draining the last few sticky curds of his potent sperm in the child's belly, where all three children had worked so hard to get it. That's when the door opened. Jeff was just delivering the last thick white drops of incestuous cum in Amy's sucking young womb, when the two older siblings became aware that they had company. Their mother stood in the doorway and stared at her three naked children, who were all sweaty and breathing hard. They stared back. That brought Jeff back to his senses. He said "Oh, shit!""and rolled off his sister. His cock came out with an audible plop, and white and pink globs of semen started oozing out of the little girl's distended hole. Amy just lay there with her eyes closed and her mouth open, not even noticing that her pre-pubescent vagina was drooling big pink and white gobs of her own brother's potent seed. Suzy stared at her mother, wondering what kind of major trouble they were all in now. "Just what do you think you're doing!?" Their mother rushed over to Suzy's bureau, grabbed some tissues, then quickly pushed them into Amy's crotch. "Jeff, how many times do I have to tell you not to stain the bed-sheets? It's hard enough getting them clean as it is! Next time, be more careful!" Amy opened her eyes when she felt something rubbing against her sensitive pussy. "Hi Mom! Me and Jeffy and Suzy was playing a really neat game! A grownup game! Me and Jeffy was playing knock me up!" "That's nice, dear," said Jen, as she leaned over and kissed the little girl. "But it's not something you play, it's something Jeff does. So, you should say Jeff was knocking me up." "Okay, Mom. Jeffy was knocking me up. He did it twice!" Suzy watched her mother's breath catch and her knees press together every time she heard her baby girl say those words. "Mom?" asked Suzy, rather nervously. "You're not mad?" 10 "Damned right I'm mad! I can still hear all that whining! But dinner will be ready in ten minutes, so I guess you can all get cleaned up and come out now." "Mom? Can me and Jeffy play some more later?" "That depends. Am I going to hear you complaining about seeing Jeff playing with himself anymore?" "No, Mom." "Good. Then I guess you can play as much as you want. Hurry up you three, I don't want you late for dinner on top of everything else." With that, she left. Suzy had a calculating smile on her face, while her brother looked like he'd just been handed a winning lottery ticket and he wasn't sure if it was real or not. His cock didn't care. Just the possibility of being allowed to knock up his baby sister, to screw her any time he wanted, was enough to make him hard, again despite the fact he had filled his little sister's tiny cunt with baby-making juice twice in less than an hour. Dinner went fast. Jeff, looking like he expected the boom to fall any second, never said anything. Little Amy was bubbly as anything, telling everyone how she liked playing grownup games and wanted to do knock-me-up some more. It seemed obvious to everyone that the child didn't have the slightest idea what getting knocked-up was. Jen and Suzy shared some secretive smiles. Angus was his normal quiet self. After supper, after the kids cleaned up and did the dishes, everyone sat down in the living-room for a talk. The three kids were allowed some ice cream at the same time. "I think we need to talk about what happened today," started Jen. "Amy, what do you think you and Jeff were doing?" "We were doing knock-me-up," said the little girl, not lifting her head from her bowl of ice cream. "Suzy said that's what it's called." Their mother's face showed pain for a few seconds before she spoke. "That's one name for what you were doing. Do you know what can happen when you do that?" "Sure. I might get a baby in my tummy. Mrs. Cardoni taught me that last year at school." The child seemed completely unconcerned that she already had over two tablespoons of her own brother's baby-making seed soaking into her vagina; with the older boy's potent sperm wriggling its way up inside her uterus even as she spoke. "Jeffy can knock me up all he wants," she said calmly, "I don't mind." Four people looked totally astonished at that simple statement. "You . . . you KNOW that you might get pregnant? You don't mind?" her mother asked in astonishment. The first time SHE had ended up "preggers", it had been a shock. Of course, her big sister, Angus, her father and HIS father had all known what might happen, even if she hadn't. Not that Jen was the slightest bit disappointed in the results . . . far from it (though the woman STILL felt she "owed" her older sister one, for the stunt she had pulled back then). 11 The dark-haired girl shrugged, still eating her ice-cream. "Nope. I like babies," she said, as matter-of-factly as if she was saying, "I like ice-cream." While the guys were staring at Amy, Suzy watched her mother squeeze her thighs together and bend over, as though in pain. The expression on her face, however, looked more like Amy's had, when Jeff was emptying himself into the little girl for the second time. "Mom, can me and Jeffy do knock-me-up some more later?" asked Amy. Jen, blinking a few times, was slow to answer. "I don't know, Amy..." "Please! Please-please-please!" "Amy, it's not just up to your mother," stated Angus; finally taking part in the conversation. "After all, Jeff might not want to, or Suzy might want to play with him for a while. They have a say in this too, you know." "I don't mind playing with Amy at all," blurted Jeff. "That is, unless Suzy wants to play." He looked hopefully at his other sister. "No, I'll let you two play. I like watching you make babies in Amy." Suzy smiled; noticing that her mother's breathing suddenly wasn't quite as smooth and regular as it normally was. She also looked a little more flushed than before. Amy looked up at her mother and asked rather hopefully, "Can we Mom?" Jeff also caught his mother's eyes for a second. His expression was one of disbelief, mixed with eager anticipation. "That depends. Are you finished with your homework, Amy?" "Aw, Mom, I don't have any today!" "How about you, Jeff? I know you have homework. Is it done yet?" Her son moaned a very disappointed-sounding "No, Mom." "Don't you think you'd better go get it done? Because the sooner that's out of the way, the sooner you can try to knock up your little sister. And I'll be checking your work!" Jen had to yell the last sentence at her son's rapidly disappearing back. She then stood up and headed for her bedroom, dragging her husband with her. "Honey?" "Come on, Angus, I've got a problem you need to work on. Girls, put the dishes in the sink and I'll do them later. Play nice." "Yes, Mom!" both girls yelled towards their parents' rapidly disappearing backs. A minute later, Angus was naked, lying on his back on the bed, while a naked Jen was trying to stuff his oversized prick into her overheated snatch. A couple more minutes of frantic effort on her part earned her another snatch full of creamy white stuff and another huge orgasm. "Oh, wow!" Two heads snapped towards the door, where Suzy was standing in wide-eyed wonder. "You didn't lock the door," said Angus. 12 "Me lock the door? I thought you locked the door. You were the last one in the room." "No I wasn't, you were." "Uh uh. I was dragging you, remember?" "Ah-hem." "Yeah, and as soon as we were in the room, you threw me on the bed." "I did not! I couldn't! You were too busy ripping my clothes off!" "Uh, Mom?" "Yeah, and as soon as we were in the room, you threw me on the bed." "I did not! I couldn't! You were too busy ripping my clothes off!" "Uh, Mom?" "What!" they both yelled. Suzy looked at them both, then started giggling. A few seconds later, Jen began snickering as well. Angus looked at his daughter, then looked at his wife. She was still naked, still straddling his loins, still with his half-hard prick inside her, and his white juice was bubbling out around their join and dribbling all over the place. He burst out laughing. "What are you doing in here, Suzy?" asked Jen in between giggles. "I was gonna' ask you about making babies." "Making babies? Didn't we already have that little talk?" "Yeah, Mom, but now I wanna' make a baby too." Jen blinked a couple of times before answering. "You really want to have a baby?" "Yes, Mom." "I think Jeff would be absolutely thrilled to play knock-me-up with you," said Angus. "The idea of doing it for real with you, instead of pretending with Amy, would send him into orbit." "Pretending?" asked Jen and Suzy at the same time. "Uh, yeah, pretending. I mean, I know there is a chance she might catch early, a small one, but until she starts her period, it's more like practice than the real thing. Isn't it?" "Honey, uh, Darling, I think maybe you missed something a little while back. You see, Amy started having periods about a month after Suzy did. She's in between right now, and about as likely to catch as she ever will be. Jeff knows that; and so does Amy." "Oh, shit," said Angus. "Oh, oh, ohhhhh," said Jen, as the nearly limp cock inside her quickly swelled to its full size. 13 "You didn't know that, Dad?" "No, Suzy, I don't think your Dad knew. But I do think the idea of his little baby going into grade five with a big belly does excite him a bit." "Oh, shit," said Angus. "Oh, oh, ohhhhh," said Jen, as the hard cock inside her seemed to swell a little larger and bounce around a bit. </CORRECTED_TEXT>Suzy walked over and sat on the bed so she could get a better view. This was the first time she'd ever seen her mother and father naked, and the first time she'd ever seen them doing "it" together. The 11-year-old definitely wanted to take advantage of the situation. "So, does thinking of me going into grade seven with a big belly get him excited too, Mom?" "Oh, shit," said Angus again, more emphatically this time. "Oh, oh, ohhhhh," said Jen, as the prick inside her began to jerk back and forth, all on its own. "Yes, dear, it definitely does get him excited. Thinking about you both running around with your brother's babies inside your big bellies is really getting his motor racing." "But I don't want Jeff's baby in me. He doesn't care who he puts his thing into, and that's not the kinda' guy I want putting a baby in my tummy." "But Suzy," asked Jen, "if you don't want to play knock-me-up with Jeff, then who do you want to play with?" "Daddy!" she yelled. "I want Daddy to make a baby in my tummy 'cause he's the most wonderfullest guy I know!" "Oh, shit," said Angus one last time, this time with an incredibly strained voice. "Oh, oh, ohhhhh, oh shiiiiiIIIIIITTTTTTT!" screeched Jen, as she felt squirt after squirt of thick white baby-juice shoot up into her body. She collapsed down onto Angus' chest and shuddered through the rest of her own orgasm. "Mom? Dad? Are you okay?" asked a very worried Suzy. "Oh," <puff> "sure," <wheeze> "we're just" <pant> "wonderful." "Well? Can I? Please? Huh? Please? Can-I-can-I-can-I-pleeeeease?" "Darling, if you want your Daddy's baby in your tummy, I'm sure not going to say no, and if the last couple of minutes are any indication, your Dad sure isn't going to complain either. Well, Angus, any objections?" "Just one question first," said Angus to Suzy. "Are you doing this just because Amy might be getting herself pregnant?" "No, Dad! I want your baby! I have for years. It's just that I never thought you'd ever let me. But now I know you're happy if Jeff and Amy have a baby, I figured it would be OK for me to try. Please, Dad?" "If you really want to make a baby with me, I'm not going to say no." "Yay!" yelled the excited little eleven-year-old as she threw her arms around her father. After a big hug and a kiss, she started unbuttoning her dress. "Just hold it right there, young lady," scolded Jen. "You're not going to do it right here and right now. Your father is just too pooped out. First, I want you to go and change into your jammies and get cleaned up and ready for bed. Then I want you to supervise Jeff and Amy. After you do those things, then you can come back here and make a baby with your dad. You got all that?" "Yes, Mom," replied the little girl as she gave her mother a big hug. She then dashed off out the door, bouncing off her big brother on the way out. "Mom, I'm finished my homew . . . oh, wow!" Jeff stopped dead as his brain finally clued in to what his eyes were seeing. "Mom! Jeffy's finished his homew . . . oh, wow!" yelled Amy, in unconscious echo of her big brother, as the younger girl bounced off the person in question, on her way into her parents' bedroom. "Hey you two! No gawking! Either come over here or head out. See what you started, Angus, when you forgot to lock the door?" "Let's not get started on that again," he chuckled. Amy was staring in wide-eyed wonder at her parents. Jeff was also staring, but he also had a bit of a smile on his face. "Were you two just . . . uh . . . I mean . . . uh . . . did you . . . ." "Yes, Jeff," said his mother. "We were, and we just did." Amy suddenly found her voice. "Wow! Did you like it, Mom? Was it fun? Are you gonna' have a baby? Can I see?" "Whoah! First, yes I liked it, and yes it was fun, and I think your father enjoyed himself too. No, I'm not going to have another baby, at least, not right away, and no, you can't see this time. Now off you go - both of you! And I'll be out in a few minutes to check your homework, Jeff." "You heard your mother . . . Shoo!" exclaimed Angus, when the kids showed little interest in doing anything other than staring at their parents. "And shut the door on your way out!" When they were alone and the door was closed, Jen finally sat up again. She had a shit-eating grin on her face. "You're loving every second of this, aren't you, dear?" "Of course," said Jen. "Half of my wilder fantasies are well on their way to coming true. Now come on. I've got to check some homework, and you're going to keep the girls out of my hair while I do it." Some time later, after Amy, Suzy, and their father had a talk in the kitchen about how Suzy was going to try and get knocked up by Dad, and after Jen found and Jeff corrected all the errors in his hastily done homework, everyone ended up back in the kids' bedroom. "Suzy, Amy, Jeff, have a seat," said Jen. "It's time to lay down the ground rules about knock-me-up. Like anything else, school and chores come first. In the morning, you're off to school on time, and after school, you do chores, dinner, and homework just like normal. Right?" Three young voices echoed "Yes, Mom." "Next, you don't do it whenever anybody except family is around. Nobody else, period. No exceptions. And lastly, you only do it when both of you want to. There's no making anybody do anything. Right?" Once again, three young voices echoed "Yes, Mom." "There's just one more thing," added Angus. "Sleeping arrangements are up to you three now." Since he got nothing but puzzled looks from the other four people in the room, he tried to explain himself. "Uh, I mean, if you three want to change around which beds you're sleeping in, that's up to you. After all, swapping around every night and morning cuts into your sleep time. Trust me, I know all about that." "That's about it then," said Jen. "If you have any questions, ask me in the morning. In the mean time, have fun. And Suzy?" "Yes, Mom?" "Like we discussed, when you're ready, you can come see us. Just make sure Amy is ready before you-know-who starts doing his thing." "Yes, Mom." "Good night. And don't leave messes on the bed!" Angus and Jen left the three kids and headed off to the kitchen. Jan was dressed in a housecoat and nothing else, while Angus was in fresh jockeys, sweatpants, and a T-shirt. As she started cleaning up the last of the dishes, he came up behind her, gave her a hug, and pressed his rather impressive hard-on into her bottom. "Uh-uh, none of that now. You've got to save your strength. You've got an eleven-year-old virgin that wants your undivided and undiluted attentions tonight." "What, don't you think I can take care of two girls in one night any more?" "Well, honey, you're not fourteen any more. It usually takes you more than five minutes to get it up again these days. And if Suzy's anything like I was at her age, you're going to be in for a serious workout." "Come on, I kept up with you and Heather, didn't I?" "Sorry dear, but there's no way you could keep up with the two of us. That's how come my big sister was in with Daddy so much, while I was busy with . . . well, you know." "I guess I should of figured that out. Especially with what you two managed to pull off. Those were the days, weren't they?" Jen leaned back into Angus' arms and turned her head to give him a kiss. His arms pulled her in tight, and he kissed her hard. "Angus, what would you say if I said I wanted to have another baby?" "Right now? With both girls wanting babies themselves? Well, one wants one, and the other one doesn't mind. With you around, they're both as good as knocked up already, so that'll be two little ones. You want to make it three?" "Are you saying you don't want any more?" "Not at all. I always told you I wanted a big family. Besides, you always did know I think you look great with a big belly. Now we'll have the start of a really BIG family. If you think you can handle it, I'm all for it." "I think I can handle it. It's not like I'm old or something. After all, I'm only 26. So what would you say if I said I wanted my cousin to help me make a baby?" "Hmmm. Now what would I say about you wanting your cousin to plant a baby in your belly? I think I'd love to plant another baby in your belly. What have you got to say about that?" Jen gave his cock a bit of a squeeze, then started running her hand up and down along the bulge in his pants. "I'd say you're looking forward to it. But I was talking about making a baby with my other cousin." A really confused expression slowly worked its way onto Angus' face. "Other cousin? What other cousin? As far as I know, it's you, me, and your sister Heather. I don't know about any other cousin." Jen gave him a big, sweet smile and a peck on the cheek. "Sure you do. You just aren't thinking clearly." "Jen, Mom had me, and your Mom had you and Heather, and that was that. She couldn't have any more. She sure didn't have any before Heather came along. I know my Dad never strayed from the family, my Mom died before she COULD stray, and I find it hard to believe that YOUR father ever strayed from Aunt Margaret. So who's this mysterious cousin you're talking about? Did your father have some brothers or sisters I don't know about?" "You are silly, aren't you? Think, Angus, think. We've got another cousin . . ."or at least, I do anyway." "I totally give. Right now, if you said great aunt Matilda was your cousin, I'd half believe you. Don't keep me in suspense, tell me who it is that's going to father our next child." "It's Jeff! Sheesh!" "Jeff? Our Jeff? Our son? The kid in the other room?" "You almost got it, Sherlock. Any objections?" "Honey, if I'm going to be getting Suzy pregnant, I'm certainly not going to kick up a fuss if you want Jeff to knock you up. And, yeah, now that you told me, I guess he is, technically, my brother and your cousin. Which makes me wonder just how many ways he could be related to Leeana and Ginny. I mean, they're his cousins, but each one could be considered his niece too . . . or even his aunt, one on each side; not to mention still other things . . . In a way, Ginny could be his sister, his aunt, his niece, and his cousin, all at the same time. And as for Leanna . . ." "Heather always was her daddy's little girl, wasn't she?" "Mmhmm. For anybody's daddy," said Jen, "let's go see what my son and our daughters are up to." "You're changing plans again?" "I just can't resist the thought of maybe watching Jeff actually getting Amy pregnant. It just gets me right . . . right . . ." Jen took her husband's hand, guided it through the opening in her robe, and placed it on her mound. "Right here." 17 "I always suspected that's where most of your brains are." "You'll pay for that later. In the meantime, let's go see what they're doing. If they take after their parents, there'll be a lot of sweat and baby-juice running around. And if you're anything like I remember from years ago, you'll be giving Suzy a chance to get pregnant before you get out of their bedroom." "And you'll be pregnant with Jeff's baby before the end of next month." "Of course. After all, isn't that what cousins are for?" When they entered the bedroom, Amy was finally ready for Jeff to climb on top of his little sister and play "knock-me-up". Jen stopped him. "It's Suzy's turn," she explained, motioning for her husband to lie back on the big bed. For all his erotic dreams about the little girl, ever since she had started developing breasts, Angus wasn't so sure, once he saw his little girl straddle his body, getting ready to fit his swollen penis up into her tiny slit. "Unh, I'm not so sure about this, Honey," he repeated his thought out loud. After all, even though Amy was even younger than Suzy, her "big" brother was still only a boy. Angus was definitely a MAN, and he figured that no way was his engorged penis going to fit into the tiny little crack between his little girl's legs. "I'm a little big for you," he explained. "Oh, PLEASE Daddy," implored the little girl in question. No way did Suzy want him to back out now . . . especially after watching her little sister take Jeff's penis up inside her. Suzy figured she would never live it down if she "chickened out" after that. "Ginny gets HER daddy's thing up inside her, and she's not even as old as Amy!" Suzy disclosed. "She says it feels real good when her daddy slides his big thing up in her tummy." By now Suzy was rubbing her father's leaking penis against her equally slippery little slit. "Please, Daddy," she repeated. "Ginny?" asked Angus, in amazement. Both he and his wife looked at each other with surprise written all over their faces. Their cute little niece was only about a half-year younger than Amberlea, and Angus knew for sure that his brother-in-law had an even bigger cock than he did. The thought of the barely 9-year-old little girl taking that enormous penis in her tight little cunny almost had him blowing his seed all over the outside of his daughter's cunny, without even getting it inside. Only another thought distracted him. "Ginny?" he asked again; suddenly suspicious. Angus looked at his wife. "I should have KNOWN that slut of a sister of yours had something to do with this," he said, half in anger, but half holding back a chuckle as he remembered how he and Jen's older sister had started out. "Playing 'adult' games," he mused. "Yeah, that sounds like Heather all right." He remembered how the older girl had her boyfriend "teach" her little sister games like "Making a baby in Sis", "Mommy and Daddy" and "Teaching Little Sis how to make a baby". Having the kids play "knock-me-up" sounded just like the same kind of perverted games that had ended up with Heather's boyfriend/cousin and his father getting her little sister pregnant, when the kid wasn't much older than Amberlea was. 18 His wife remembered too. "What's the matter, Angus?" she asked with a giggle. "Don't tell me you're all that unhappy about the results of playing my sister's games, because I know better!" Angus had the grace to blush. He HAD enjoyed the games with his cousins VERY much; only being disappointed that he only managed to "sneak" the second and third baby into Jen's cute little tummy, instead of one or two in her big sister, as well. Only, as mentioned earlier, Heather WAS a "Daddy's Girl." To some extent, so was his wife; only with HIS dad, instead of hers. Still, it was hard for Angus to be jealous of his own father. Because the older man couldn't admit publicly that the kid was his, it had been easy for everybody to accept that all three kids were fathered by the girl's cousin, instead of only the two girls. Only Heather, like Suzy, had her own ideas about whose baby she wanted in her tummy, and was almost 3 months pregnant by her father when she met her present husband. Angus never really had a chance. He chuckled at the thought. Besides being a kinky little slut (having her boyfriend's daddy get her little sister pregnant) Heather always really HAD been a "Daddy's Girl." Sometimes he wondered that it had taken almost 11 years before his eldest niece had shown up with a big belly by her stepfather, with Heather in the house as an example. Angus was brought back to the present, as his eldest daughter tried fitting his swollen penis in the tiny hole between her legs. "Please Daddy?" she repeated, "Ginny says her father likes squirting his cum in HER, almost as much as she does. I'll make it feel REAL good for you Daddy, I promise." Angus was NOT worried that it wouldn't "feel good" to slide his engorged penis in his little girl's belly. In fact, he was worried about just the opposite: that it would feel SO good, he wouldn't be able to stop, even if he knew it was hurting the child. No way could he see getting that 8-inch penis in the tight little hole between the pre-teenaged girl's legs, without having her scream in pain. Some things just were NOT done; and raping your own 11-year-old daughter was one of them. Only Suzy wasn't giving up. "Please Daddy," she repeated again, "I'll make it feel real good for you. Besides, you promised!" Oh shit. Angus shivered at the reminder that there were other things you didn't do to your daughters besides rape them. You didn't lie to them, or break promises either. And besides, he WANTED to feel his little girl's tight little cunny choking the sperm out of his balls, and up into her fertile young belly. He just didn't want to hurt her. Angus looked over at his wife, and didn't get any help. Jen was looking at her daughter with pride, not worry about the child getting hurt. Besides, Jen had read enough to know that kids even younger than either one of her two little girls could take penises even bigger than Angus's, IF they were sexually excited enough, that is . . . something about a girl's vagina being "hyper-plastic", once she got old enough. Jen wasn't sure what age that was, but knew both of her little girls were long past old enough. 19 Besides, hadn't Suzy just said that her 9-year-old cousin was taking HER father's thick penis inside her tight little cunny, and making him squirt incestuous baby-making cum up inside her? Both of her daughters were older than their cousin, so Jen figured they WOULD stretch, as long as Angus didn't just "ram it in", something Jen knew her husband would never do to his little girl. Jen didn't tell Angus about all the thoughts running around in her head, only saying, "It's OK Honey, She'll stretch. You'll see." Not getting any support from his wife, combined with the feel of his little girl's cunny sucking on the head of his penis, while the child waited for his approval, was too much for Angus. He decided that even if Amy asked, he would give the same answer. "If you can get it in, you can have it," he said, giving the child the reply she had been waiting for. "Thanks, Daddy," said Suzy happily, as she started working the tip of her father's engorged penis into her body, "You'll like it, really! Ginny says her father likes to fuck her and cum in her almost as much as she does!" Oh shit! This obscene statement, along with the incredibly erotic feel of his daughter's cunny spreading around the crown of his swollen penis before "popping" inside her, was almost too much for the oversexed man. Knowing his son was breeding her little sister, and having his daughter working his penis into her tight little belly, while thinking about a 9-year-old little girl with her father squirting thick white baby-making seed in her belly, was almost too much for Angus. Almost. He barely managed to keep from letting his little girl have it all, as he felt a thick wad of cum ripple through the base of his swollen penis before spitting into his child's still virginal young vagina.Thankfully, he was able to fight down the urge to splatter his seed all over the little girl's unbroken cherry, without even getting it inside, like they both so desperately wanted. Angus wanted to be bottomed out in his little girl, to squirt his potent seed against the child's cervix, like her brother had done with their little sister when he came, not just at the entrance. If he had a 10-inch prick, like the guys in some of those sex stories he read about, Angus would have been tempted to shove the engorged member all the way up in his little girl's sucking young womb, like he had heard about, but still didn't believe was possible. Then the thought of how tiny his little niece was, taking her father's prick up in HER belly, since (how old HAD Ginny been, when her father first fucked her? Seven? Six? Five? Or even younger?) she was younger than even Amy was, made Angus explode. He couldn't help himself. Shoving upward involuntarily, Angus imagined that the feeling of his daughter's virginity splitting around his prick was the little girl's cervix spreading to accept his swollen penis, as he spasmed the child's womb full of his incestuous sperm, just like he imagined his brother-in-law had probably been ejaculating his seed in Ginny's womb since the child was (how young? . . . possibly even five years old). The thought of a child that young, taking her father's seed up in her developing young belly was incredibly erotic. Angus felt his prick pulse and pulse again, as he filled HIS daughter's young womb with incestuous seed. Even if Ginny had just started, the obscene thought of a little 9-year-old taking her father's thick prick up in her tight little belly, was enough to make Angus squirt more thick white cum in his own daughter, than he would have imagined he had in him (especially after filling his wife's womb with incestuous cum, several times earlier that day). Angus had grabbed his daughter, and was hugging the child to him, as his swollen prick belched out of control, sending thick white jets of baby-making seed splashing against the child's womb, while the two incestuous lovers rutted like minks in front of their family. The stimulation of watching the big man impregnate his little girl was too much for the other occupants of the room, as well. Jen was already in her second climax, as she watched her older cousin breeding their daughter like her big sister had him do to her, so many years before. At the same time, she was vaguely aware of her other two children already fucking like rabbits as the boy couldn't wait any longer to play "knock-me-up" with his little sister, and was humping the child like a dog breeding a bitch in heat. "Oh God," Jeff groaned, "I'm doing it!" The thought of making a baby in his own baby sister was just too erotic to believe. Jeff felt the hole on the tip of his swollen penis dilate, as he flushed what seemed like pints of thick white cum in the little girl's tight little baby-hole. "Do it," encouraged Amy, rutting back at her older brother just as hard as he was humping into her. "Knock me up . . . Make a baby in my tummy." (By now it was obvious that the child DID know what 'knock-me-up' really meant, from listening to her older sister.) "I want it . . . want it . . . want it . . ." By this time the little girl's actions had grown as ragged and frantic as their big brother's, as the 9-year-old worked frantically to extract every potent drop of her big brother's seed. This was too much for Suzy. The 12-year-old was so far gone in erotic fantasy, that she was barely aware of her father grunting and groaning under her, as he spasmed her tight little tunnel full of his cum. Suzy was so lost in her erotic dream, that she no longer really felt, heard, or even saw anything except in her mind, as she imagined her father's thick prick swelling inside her and belching thick white gobs of his potent seed at the straining pink walls of her tight little tunnel, while her big brother pumped thick white baby-juice into her little sister's body in a similar manner. "Do it, do it, do it," she moaned, involuntarily milking each precious drop of her father's cum with her straining young vagina. Suzy almost passed out from the intensity of her imagination combining with the erotic stimulation of feeling her own father fill her straining belly with his baby-making seed. Suzy was barely aware of the frantic mating of her brother and sister, letting her know that the older boy was doing the same thing to her little sister that her father was doing to her. "Do it, do it, do it," Suzy mumbled, repeating herself until the strain of orgasm took its toll, and the 12-year-old girl collapsed in a heap on top of her still-rutting father, barely conscious enough to enjoy the last few throbs of pleasure, as her handsome father's prick stopped its frenzied squirts in her tummy, and wilted into a soft dangle just oozing a few last drops of incestuous sperm into her heaving young belly. Even after watching her mother and father as well as brother and sister having sex, Suzy had never dreamed it could be THIS good. If she had, it was doubtful that the 11-year-old would have let her little sister "go first" with the older boy. Someone else watching, had a different reaction though. Coming down from an unbelievable high, the girls' mother had just found out how incredibly stimulating and erotic it could be to watch somebody ELSE you love enjoy themselves, rather than doing it yourself. Remembering how her sister always seemed to love watching her and their older cousin play "Making a baby in Sis", Jen finally understood the older girl's motives. It WAS fun to see your cousin try to knock up a little girl like that. Jen resolved to watch her kids play these "adult games" as often as they would let her. Watching her husband play "knock-me-up" with their 11-year-old daughter, was almost as exciting as it had been to feel him "teach her how to make a baby" when she was about the same age, or slightly younger. Only now Jen got to play the role of older sister, and watch the fun of her cousin breeding their little girl, just like her big sister had, when the older girl had "let" Jen join in on the "adult games" she played with her older cousin. Up to now, Jen had always wondered why her big sister had allowed her to "steal" their handsome cousin like that. Now she knew. There was something incredibly erotic about seeing the man you love pumping a baby into the belly of an even younger female relative, who you loved almost as much. It must have seemed worth it to Heather to lose Angus to her little sister, just to see her cousin and then later his father, spasming the little girl's womb full of baby-juice like she had just watched her husband do to their daughter. Now, Jen knew her big sister was having her husband do the same thing to THEIR little girls, and Jen figured the older woman didn't want her little sister to "miss out" on all the fun (again). Jen wasn't sure HOW she was going to thank her big sister for what she had done, but she was fairly sure whatever method she finally came up with would be perverted and sexy, and involve lots of thick white baby-juice being pumped into some little girl's unprotected young belly. Jen decided she would have to think about this . . . her sister's birthday was a little over a month away, and she figured that with a little help from the rest of the family, they would be able to "spring one" on her big sister for a change. Jen looked at the bed where her daughter had collapsed on top of her husband, with his prick still leaking occasional drops of thick white cum in the child's womb, while a smeary mess at the juncture of their thighs gave evidence that the older man had done a GOOD job of trying to inseminate their little girl. Next to them, on the smaller bed, Suzy's two younger siblings were easing down from their climax as well, with Jeff still on top of his little sister in classic "missionary" style, while his prick still throbbed and sent an occasional thick white spurt of incestuous sperm to join the millions of other sperm already squirming their way up in the child's belly, in search of her ripening eggs. The older boy wasn't really fucking the little girl any more, just enjoying the sensation of being mated to his little sister, and the occasional sweet pleasure of feeling yet another thick curd seeping through his prick, before oozing into his little sister's tight little vagina. Jeff figured he could spend the whole day like this. Only this quiet reverie was eventually disturbed. Amberlea squirmed out from underneath her big brother and stood up, looking at the juncture of her father and big sister's bodies. The man's prick STILL looked too big to fit into a child that small, even though only an inch remained outside the little girl's body, and it was half-hid in the smeary mess of her own father's sperm leaking out of the pre-teen's overfilled vagina. "Mom?" asked the younger girl, looking enviously at the thick prick still oozing incestuous cum into her big sister's fertile young body, "When can I play 'knock-me-up' with Daddy?" At the startled look from her mother and father, the 9-year-old continued defensively, "I could make it feel 'real good' for Daddy too! Honest I could!" Oh shit. Angus and Jen looked at each other, and wondered how they were going to talk the little girl out of THIS? Especially since they all knew about the little girl's cousin fucking her father when she was at least a year younger than Amberlea was."Well, you see, Honey, it's like this," Jen heard her husband start. The younger woman just sighed and gave up. She was too horny at the very idea to think straight enough to win an argument with the little girl. Besides, she wanted their daughter to win this argument. It might take Amy a few hours, it might take a few days, or it might even take a week or two; but the woman knew that it wouldn't be much longer than that before she saw her cousin's thick prick buried to the hilt in their 9-year-old daughter's tight little belly, while her husband spasmed the child's womb as full of his thick white cum as the little girl's brother had been doing. It might take six months, it might take a year, but with both of her men pumping the little girl's womb full of incestuous sperm, Jen figured her child would probably be "with child" herself soon enough. All she had to do was wait. And from the look of things, the little girl's older sister would soon have her tummy swelling with her father's baby growing inside HER cute little tummy even sooner than that. Add that to her plans for the boy and HER still fertile tummy, and Jen figured she had better start stocking up on diapers and other baby-things. From the way things were headed around their house, it looked like they were going to need a lot of them before long. Well, it didn't take two weeks, two days, or even two hours. Barely a little over an hour later, Jen was gritting her teeth to keep from groaning with horniness as she watched the swollen prick of her husband inch slowly into the tight little slit of their 9-year-old daughter. Angus had stopped fighting, as the thought of filling his little girl's womb with his baby was simply too stimulating to resist. The idea of playing "knock-me-up" with his youngest daughter was just too incredibly sexy. Even after filling his wife four times and his oldest daughter once with incestuous cum, Angus was still able to "get it up" enough to fuck the younger girl as well. (Something about having THREE horny young females vying for your sperm will do that.) Because of the earlier episodes, however, it took a lot longer for the man to climax, even though the little girl was hotter, tighter, and yes, even hornier than her big sister or mother. Even with his horny little daughter slaving away underneath him, as she begged her father to "Do 'knock-me-up' just like Jeffy does!" it took Angus almost half an hour of striking and sliding in and out of the child's hot little hole before the squeezing wet tightness of her vagina allowed him to give the child the hot wet injection of paternal sperm splashing against her cervix that the little girl was working for. After breeding his wife four times, and his eldest daughter once, Angus was only able to give the younger girl a genteel squirt of her father's thick white cum before his prick finally wilted and he was done for the day. Still, he had some satisfaction in knowing that even that tiny squirt still had what was probably millions of his sperm in it... more than enough to "do the job", as only one was needed to fertilize the little girl's egg. Still, it would probably be fighting her brother's seed all the way, in the race to make a baby by combining with her ripening egg. Surprisingly, Jeff didn't seem to mind sharing his little sister with his father, any more than Angus had minded sharing Jen with his father at the same age. Just like Angus had been with Jen and Heather at first, the boy seemed much more interested in feeling his mother and little sister's tight cunnies sliding on and off his swollen peter than in the end result. To Jeff, the end result was more in feeling his thick cum ripple through the end of his penis and spitting into the warm welcoming recesses of his mother or little sister's unprotected sex, than in whether the woman (or girl) got a big tummy because of it (as Suzy had pointed out earlier to her parents). Besides, whether he got his little sister pregnant or not, Jeffrey knew he would be a father within a year anyway. Jeff was hoping he made a girl in his mother, as little sisters were so much more fun to play with than little brothers... at least they were, if you played games like he and Amy were playing. Jeff wondered how long it would be before he could play "Making a baby with Daddy" with his own daughter, like Aunt Heather used to play with her father, from what his mother and Suzy had told him. Not that the 13-year-old wouldn't have fun while he waited. Jen was right about needing baby-things of course, but was still annoyed that her niece Ginny showed up with a big belly and needed a baby-shower before any one of the three of them did. Well, it DID make her big sister happy anyway. Jen wondered whether it was Angus's baby growing in the cute little kid's tight little tummy (after that incredibly wanton birthday-party) or the little girl's father who had planted his seed in the child's womb, like everybody thought he had. The timing was right, for either one. Whatever... Jen knew that Heather wouldn't be disappointed, whether it had been her cousin or her husband who planted the baby in her little girl's cute little tummy as the older woman's husband had already planted one baby in the little girl's older sister, and was already working on planting a second one in the little girl. Jen always knew her big sister was a kinky little bitch. She had one last giggle at the thought of her kids playing "knock-me-up" just like Heather and their older cousin had played "Make a baby in Little Sister" at about the same age (until his father caught them at it, and Heather had just talked the older man into "playing" with her little sister too). When this next batch of kids got old enough, somehow Jen knew that her big sister would find SOME way to introduce the kids to playing "adult games" just like their parents had played... if Jen didn't beat her big sister to it, and teach the kids how to play first. Jen giggled again at the thought of her 10, 9, or possibly even 8 year old granddaughter "teaching" her second-cousin how to play "make a baby with Daddy" before Heather did. "Now THAT would be a nice gift to give the horny slut," she thought; still pleased with the notion that the little girls in question might be sisters, as well as being both first AND second cousins to each other, for another whole generation of one sister teaching the other to play "adult" games with her older male relatives. To Jen's delight, it worked out just that way, too.

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Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/game-sis.txt

Teaching our Daughter

"'You remember yesterday, when we showed you those pictures?' I asked our 10-year-old daughter. 'Yes, Momma.' 'Do you remember the part where the man squirted white stuff in the little girl, then her tummy got big with his baby growing inside her?' I deliberately misspoke the fact that the 'girl' in the book who got pregnant was much older than the rest of the young models in the sex-education manual. I figured that Diane would remember all the little boys with swollen penises and little girls with slick little cracks, and adjust her memory to agreeing with the idea that one of the pre-teen girls was the one who had the baby. At least, I hoped so. Diane's brow furrowed. 'I think so,' she replied. 'Well,' I continued, 'a lot of those girls in the book were even younger than you are. Some of them were even younger than your little sister. I got to thinking last night that if they were old enough to have babies, then why shouldn't you? So, I talked to your father, and we decided.' I stopped, changed my mind, and decided to be at least partly honest. 'Well,' I continued, 'at least I decided. I convinced your father that since you were now a woman, and that other girls your age were already getting to have babies, it wouldn't be fair to hold you back.' I didn't mention that there were less than 1 in a million 'other' children her age who were precocious enough to get pregnant. After all, Diane was ahead of all her classmates in everything else, why not in having a baby as well? 'So,' I concluded, 'since you don't have a brother to fuck like the kids in the book, or even a boyfriend yet, I'm going to let you practice making a baby with your father, instead.' Diane's eyes got real big. 'You mean?' she asked, slightly scared. I nodded. 'Uhuh,' I told her. 'Your father and I figure it's time you learned how to make a baby, so Daddy's going to show you how. That way, you'll not only learn how to fuck, but you'll also get to feel your father's baby growing inside you after you do.' Diane's eyes got even bigger, if possible. 'You mean Daddy's going to...' She couldn't say it. I could. 'Yes,' I said, 'Daddy's going to teach you how to make a baby. He's going to put his penis inside you, just like the man you saw in the pictures did to his little girl. That way, Daddy can squirt his sperm inside you, where it belongs, so that you can get pregnant.' 'Daddy's going to make a baby in me?' It was almost a whisper. 'He's going to try,' I answered. 'That is,' I amended, 'unless you don't want him to. Not many parents would even let their little girls do this. Your father and I both love you enough to think you deserve the chance.' I made it clear by the tone of my voice that I would be very disappointed if my daughter didn't take me up on the offer."

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/teachdtr.txt

Now kids ...

"Now kids," I said, "it's time you learned some of the facts of life." I glanced around at the three naked children. Mike at 15 was the oldest, followed by Denny at 13, and their not-so-little-sister Jennifer at 12 years old. Mindy was with their mother visiting the children's grandfather; while she left the sex-education to me. "Your sister is now twelve years old," I continued, stating the obvious, "and has just started her period a little over a week ago. So it's time you kids knew a little more about sex and babies, other than the stuff you get in 'human sexuality' at school." All three kids looked up at me with big grins. "First of all," I said, spreading Jenny's legs, "sex and having babies isn't really all that complicated. (A little wider, Honey, while I... Ah, that's better.) A man puts his penis (also called a penis, prick, cock, or baby-maker) in a girl's vagina (also called a cunt, cunny, or baby-hole)." This was said, while suiting action to words; sliding my pre-cum slick cock around my little girl's tight little cunny, and then SLIDING it ooooooh so comfortably up inside her. The tight little crack split, then stretched oh so nicely around my swollen member, before a tight ring snapped over the head and inched down towards the base until I had all seven inches of fatherly prick inside my little girl, and Jennifer's almost-bare cunny was rubbing against the fur at the base of my penis, while the head was bumping against the knob of her cervix. I almost let my daughter have every drop of incestuous cum I had right then. Still, this WAS a lesson; so I fought down the urge to fill my little girl's womb with baby-juice until I finished. "Then the man slides in and out," I continued, "until the stimulation of the girl's baby-hole sliding up and down on his prick gets to be too exciting, and he cums inside her." Again, I suited action to words; sliding in and out of Jenny's tight little slit until I felt the familiar tingling once again in my prick, and knew I was about to fill my own daughter's tight little tummy full of thick white baby-juice. "When he does," I groaned, "he squirts a thick white liquid inside the girl's womb. This thick white stuff is what makes babies. If the girl is lucky, and it's the right time of month for her, then nine months later she has a baby." With almost every word it seemed as if another thick jet of baby-making cum rippled through the base of my penis and into the welcoming, squeezing, and thoroughly erotic vagina of my own daughter. "Here it comes, Jenny," I told her. "Daddy's squirting the thick white stuff that makes babies in your tummy. Feel it? Feels real good, doesn't it?""Yes, Momma," replied Jennifer, barely able to talk, as the sensation of my prick filling her tight little baby-hole was too excruciatingly pleasure/painful to think of much else. "Well... As long as you know," replied Miranda, heading back to the kitchen. Two minutes later, in spite of my wanting to remain mated to my daughter for hours (or at least a half-hour anyway) while we watched TV through the news, I once again felt my seed rising in my prick and then squirting in thick white satisfying jets into the squirming little girl on my lap. The thought that I was ejaculating my seed so far up in the child that it almost was directly injected into my daughter's womb was so erotic I came even heavier inside her than the night before. Something about knowing your sperm is squirming up inside the tight little belly of the girl you fathered on her mother, raised from a baby with stinky diapers through toddlerhood and little girl to real woman able to take your engorged prick in her tight little hole and milk it for the sperm that would create new life inside her tummy... just like her mother... was too exciting and yet far more satisfying than even my wife could do. I love my little girl. All the while, Jenny's little sister lay on the floor, staring up wide-eyed at the two of us mating, until my spasms slowed and stopped. Then, once I had pulled out, and she watched my limp penis flop down, while her big sister's hole slowly closed, forcing a thick dollop of white goo to ooze out, Mindy turned back over to watch TV again... Seeming to ignore the fact that the cartoons were over and the NEWS was on. By the time the boys arrived, Jenny had cleaned up and was sitting on the couch, legs-spread, and obviously waiting for them. A hurried dash was made to the bedroom... not to change clothes, but to strip naked... and back to the living-room where for once Denny beat out his big brother. I watched with some interest as the barely teenaged boy slid into his little sister. "Now you be careful Mike," instructed Miranda, poking her head around the corner, then being surprised to see the younger of the two boys porking their little sister, instead of the older one she expected to chastise. "Yes. You boys be careful," I took over for my wife. Miranda headed back to the kitchen, whether embarrassed or just satisfied that I would take care of things. "Jennifer's not on the Pill," I explained, "and she just finished her period a little over a week ago." I could almost feel the satisfaction radiating from the kitchen. "So you boys be careful when you cum in your little sister; as this is probably the best time of month to get her pregnant." I permitted myself a small smile at the sudden silence from the kitchen, as I continued, "So make SURE you ejaculate your sperm as far up in your sister's tummy as you can. There's probably only a few days left, if you boys plan on getting Jenny pregnant in time for her birthday. OK?" There was a loud "Clank!" and clatter from the kitchen as a pot hit the floor... but no sign of breaking dishes or any comment from my wife. "Like I said earlier," I finished up, "I'll help out if I can... but it's mainly up to you boys to keep your little sisters' wombs full of babies. So your mother and I expect you both to help your little sisters as often as you can. We don't want you neglecting them when they need it most." "Yes Dad," from Mike. Denny just groaned and jerked his body into his little sister's crotch. We all knew the boy WAS doing his best to father a child on his little sister, as he finally collapsed with his prick still buried to the hilt in the child; still leaking glob after thick glob of incestuous seed in the little girl's womb. "AFTER dinner," said Miranda, stopping Mike from repeating his little brother's action. "Mindy, you go get cleaned up." She glared up at me. "And I'm talking to YOU right after supper," she added, in a tone that brooked no arguments. I just grinned back at her. At dinner (Pot roast with potatoes, carrots, and onions) hardly a word was said except, "Pass the milk," and other such mundane dinner-eating standards. However, looking around the table was quite an experience in contrasts. Jennifer was still sweating from her workout, both with me and Denny. Her expression was almost unreadable... but I guess the closest would be... well, maybe "satisfied." Danny was grinning like a Cheshire cat... the smile stuck on his face like it was glued on. The boy practically oozed happiness and satiation. Mindy was wide-eyed and kept sneaking amazed looks at her big sister. Mike? Well, he was constantly shifting in his seat; obviously NOT really interested in meat and potatoes. The only meat HE was interested in was the slab he wanted to sink into his little sister's tight little hole. Looking at him, you could almost ache in sexual frustration yourself. (Have you ever been so frustratingly horny, that your hard-on WILTED, instead of stayed up? I suspect that Mike was THAT frustrated.) My wife sat in stony silence... but I knew I wasn't in as deep a mess as it seemed; because I kept catching twitches at the corner of Miranda's mouth as she looked first at me, and then at the kids. Me? I just grinned and acted like nothing special was going on. After dinner, however... "Denny, YOU clean up and wash the dishes tonight," Miranda announced when the final fork clattered down. "But Mom, I...." "Mindy, you help him," My wife's firm voice cut off the boy's reasonable objection like a knife would cut butter. It wasn't the younger boy's turn... but they all knew better than to argue when she was in that mood. "Your father and I have something to *discuss* in the other room; and don't want you kids interrupting. If you finish up in a hurry, you MIGHT be in time to watch Mike and Jennifer... though I doubt it." With this, Miranda grabbed me by the arm and led me towards the bedroom. I FELT like an errant boy caught by a nun, and led by the ear to the principal's office. (You can tell how *I* was raised.) "Please, Mike?" I heard an impassioned request come from back in the kitchen from the younger boy, followed by a disgusted, "Oh, I guess!" and frantic noises of FOUR kids working together to clean up after supper. Damn... if it was always so easy to get the kids to work together.... "You.... You...." Miranda practically slammed the door behind us. "You realize what you've done?" she accused me. "Uhuh." I grinned back. "You... slut... no... you bloody SATYR! That poor little girl in the other room is GOING to get pregnant, you know that." Once again, I admitted the obvious. "Sure," I agreed. "So does she... know, I mean." "And YOU are responsible." "Well...," I looked down at my flaccid prick... limp and soft after emptying itself into my little girl. "... I can't be sure of that. After all, the boys...." A little-girl squeal of delight in the other room filtered through the door to make my point. "You know what I mean," she responded. Miranda's eyes were smoky with repressed passion. I just hoped I was right and it wasn't anger. "You set it up so our little girl would get pregnant... and by damn you're going to PAY for that, you pervert!" "Uh...." For a moment I backed off, as Miranda's eyes blazed even brighter. "GET those pants off, you incestuous, daughter-raping pervert!" My wife's voice hadn't raised one decibel... but was as firm and threatening as a knife. "But I...." Miranda attacked me. Before I could raise a hand to defend myself, my wife had both hands on my belt, and yanked my pants down. (One of the disadvantages of being a man with small hips.) For a second, I thought she was going to rip my balls off as my underpants followed so quickly it they almost hit the floor in the same motion. "So," she said, accusingly, "you like to stick this big thing in little girls, do you?" Well... how could I deny it? Both daughters had been giving me "hard attacks" for the past few years... and once Jenny reached puberty, well I was a goner. When my wife had opted out of "The talk" with the kids and let ME do it... well, you know what happened. "Well," she smoldered, "you'd better STILL like to stick this big old baby-maker up in MY baby-hole, and squirt baby-juice in MY tummy... or I'll cut the damned thing off! I don't mind you fucking the girls... but you'd DAMNED well better have some for me too, or I'll...." She didn't finish. The rising wails of, "Oh, oh, Oh, OH!" making a rhythm felt throughout the house just joined the two of us, as I slid balls deep into my wife. I don't remember getting an erection at all. After that session with Jennifer, it's a wonder I could get it up at all. Only the erotic sensation of Miranda almost attacking me sexually, the sex-charged noises coming from the living-room, the knowledge that the younger boy and girl were watching their older brother and sister mating like minks, and finally the knowledge that Miranda wasn't so much mad as aroused like a mink herself at the thought of her little girl getting knocked up by me, or by one of our sons, was too much. Ten seconds later we were rutting fully as frantically as the sounds gave evidence was going on in the other part of the house. "Ugn, Uh, Ugh, Come in me, you bastard. Knock me up. Make a baby in me, you child-raping incestuous SOB. Fill my tummy with your baby, just like you did to that poor innocent little girl in the other... OOoooooh SHIIitt!"My wife's pussy clamped down around my prick in a vice-like grip that felt incredibly twice as tight as her daughter had the night before. "God, here it comes!" I groaned, trying (but not quite succeeding) to force my erupting penis even deeper into her belly. "I'm going to fill your cute little tummy so full of baby-juice, you'll be having my kids for the next twenty years!" I groaned, my spurting and jerking inside my sexy wife almost echoed and duplicated by what I knew and to some extent could hear going on down the hall, where I knew my eldest son was emptying his prostate in his little sister's tight little baby-hole. The knowledge that the other two kids were watching him do it, just added to the erotic message that slammed into my brain as I emptied MY prostate into the still sexy young belly of the woman whom I loved almost as much as the little girls we had made together. "Damn," commented Miranda, as we lay cuddled together, basking in the after-sex glow of completion. The house was once again quiet for a few minutes, before the ever-present sound of the babble-box came back on. "It's a good thing I'm on the pill," she added. "If not, I'd probably be pregnant too. ONE pregnant little girl in the house is enough, don't you think?" I didn't answer, I knew better than to lie. Surprisingly, that night, after about three hours of vegging on the sofa watching TV, Miranda snuggled up to me and managed to get me erect AGAIN! Three times in one day, while not a record for me, was quite something for me these days. Then, instead of sliding me inside her incredibly hot little hole (I knew it was hot, tight, and slippery from the feel of it squeezing my finger), Miranda gave me one of the best blow-jobs of my life, getting me up, then letting it die down, then arousing me again until my balls ached. When I was finally about to let her have a gallon or two of saved-up sperm down her hard-working throat, she stopped me! "Hadn't you better give this to Jennifer?" she asked. "That poor little girl in the other room is probably just ACHING to feel her father's fat baby-maker sliding up inside her tight little baby-hole, and filling her tummy full of baby-juice. Are you going to torture that poor little girl, and not give her what she needs?" "You mean, you WANT me to ...." "Fuck our little girl and get her pregnant." "Well ... If that's what you want ...." "That's what I want. Now don't come back in here until Jenny's belly is as full of baby-juice as you squirted in me after dinner." Miranda looked at me for a second, then added, "In fact, don't come back at all tonight. Tomorrow, I'm moving her in with the boys. Tonight though, she's spending with you. Now git!" I "got" before my wife changed her mind. Tiptoeing down the hall (Why tiptoe?) I came to the girls' room and looked inside. Both girls sleeping, from the quiet. I slipped off my socks, and then slid inside my eldest daughter's bed. "Wha? Who?" Jenny mumbled, and almost fought. "Shhhhh. It's me ... Daddy," I calmed her. "Now spread your legs." "But Daddy I ...." Silencing my daughter's objections, I climbed over her and forced my knee between hers. After a second, Jenny relaxed and spread her legs even wider. "But Daddy," she still objected, "What if Mom...? Oh ... OOooooh that feels good." "It's OK," I reassured her. "Your mother sent me down here. I'll be sleeping here tonight, Tomorrow, your mother's moving you in with the boys. OK?" By this time, I had slid halfway into the little girl. The sucking wet heat of the child, while not as muscular-tight as her mother, still grabbed my penis with a fresh and different tightness that her mother couldn't duplicate after four children. "Oh. Thanks, Daddy." "Thank your mother ... later," I responded, while I slid the rest of the way inside her. This time, without the frantic excitement of our first fuck, or the maddeningly full balls of a day at work, I managed to hold off against the sucking, jerking, and finally spasming of my little girl's vagina on my swollen prick. Not NEEDING sex like the previous two times (in fact, being almost satiated with sex) I was able to keep on fucking through one, two, and even THREE climaxes of my horny little girl. For sure, she hadn't done this the first time we fucked! I revised my estimate of my daughter's tightness. When she came, the little girl's muscles clamped down on my prick in vice-like grip that for a second was actually painful! Even Miranda at her best, before the kids, had never clamped down on me like that. Each time, Jenny grew looser and wetter inside, then clamped down even harder on me when she came. "Oh, Daddy," she panted hotly in my ear. "It feels so good." "Daddy's going to cum, if you keep that up," I warned her. "Oh Daddy." "If I cum in you, I could get you pregnant," I added to the warning. Previous to this, I had just DONE it ... and (shamefully) pressured the boys into doing the same. This time, not being QUITE so overruled by the pressure in my penis, I would let my daughter decide. It wasn't as if I really NEEDED to get my rocks off a third time. Heck, during the wild gyrations we had been doing, I figured I might have leaked a teaspoon or two of sperm in the child's belly anyway. No real need to ejaculate the full load. "Oh, Daddy, please?" "You want me to pull out?" Somehow, if she asked, I would. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," panted in my ear. "You want me to cum inside you?" "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please .... Please, Daddy?" "I'll get you pregnant," I warned again. Looking to one side, I caught a glimpse of Jenny's little sister looking wide-eyed at her sibling and father. I don't think she was aware that I noticed her. "Please, Daddy?" I did it. "Here it cums," I warned, just before I felt the first satisfying surge of potent sperm ripple through the bottom of my prick, on through the tube on the bottom of my penis, through the head, and on into the welcoming entrance to my daughter's body, while her tight little sleeve milked and squeezed each precious drop into her vagina where it belonged. No, I don't THINK Jennifer climaxed that time ... but she certainly seemed to enjoy feeling me spasm inside her; stroking my back, cuddling my body, wrapping her legs around me, and working against me to get each thick white gob of incestuous seed into her body. "Mmmmm. Thanks, Daddy," she murmured into my ear. "Thank you," I added in return. What ELSE could I say to my daughter for the most incredible fuck of my life? "You're heavy, Daddy," she finally complained, after our breathing had subsided a little. "Ooooh." I don't know for sure which of us moaned as I pulled away. Maybe it was both of us. I motioned Jennifer to turn over on her side, and then slid my still 3/4 hard penis back inside her from the rear. As I did so, I glanced over at her little sister's bed. Mindy was asleep ... back turned to us ... a little TOO pointedly asleep, if you ask me. Nobody did. "Mmmm," I groaned in satisfaction as my prick slid back inside my little girl. Even going soft, it felt so GOOD, and yes so RIGHT to be inside her. "Thanks, Dear," I said. "Thanks, Daddy," she replied, snuggling back at me so the last half-inch of fatherly prick slid and then jerked inside her. "You're welcome," I responded. For a minute or two we lay there, enjoying the closeness. Then a nagging question came to mind. "Jenny?" I asked, hoping she hadn't gone to sleep yet. "Nnnh?" "Did the boys ... uh, 'do their job' this afternoon?" Jennifer giggled. "Uhuh," she said. "They each helped me 'practice making a baby' three times today. Twice this morning, and once this afternoon. Mike promised to help me practice until I got it right." "Oh." The girl's giggling had almost given me another erection. Almost. "Well," I finally said, "I'll help out too ... whenever I can. There's still your mother, you know." Jenny gave a half-giggle, and a squeeze around the now-flaccid prick that was trapped inside her. "Thanks, Daddy," she murmured. "Promise?" "Promise." And that was that.

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Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/now-kids.txt

Making it "good" for Daddy

"Daddy, can we fuck?" The little 10-year-old girl fisted her father's swollen penis as she paused in sucking him off to ask the obscene question. "Gee Honey, I don't know. You're kind of young yet," George Pepper replied, as he lay naked on the bed, with just a T-shirt covering the upper part of his body. "Ginny's even younger than I am," replied the little girl, between licks and taking her father's swollen penis into her mouth. The child could barely fit the head of the swollen member in her little mouth, but she did the best she could, while continuing her argument, "and she's been fucking her father for over a year now. Ginny says it feels real good when her father squirts his cum up inside her. Please Daddy?" "Well... Ginny's father isn't as big as I am, and besides, your cousin's been menstruating since she was nine. I still think you're a little too small yet." "Menstruating, Daddy?" "Menstruating. Having periods. Bleeding between the legs." "Oh. I did that last week. Momma says it's because I'm a woman now. That's why she says it's time I got fucked." "Your mother said that?" It was obvious to the little girl that her father was weakening. Susanne Pepper took advantage of her father's indecision. "Uhuh. Please Daddy? I'd do it REAL good. Momma says it won't be long before I start having kids of my own, and I should learn how it feels." "Ooooh," George couldn't help but groan. The little girl could tell he was weakening. She swung her leg over her father's body and placed the tip of the enormous member up against her tiny little crack. "See Daddy," she said, "I'll make it feel real good for you, I promise." The clear liquid seeping from the end of her father's penis lubricated her cunny-lips, so they spread smoothly around the pulsing rod. The stimulation was too much for the older man. George stopped fighting. If his little girl wanted to fuck, why not let her? As long as he didn't force her... "Oh, OK! If you insist," he capitulated. "Gee thanks Daddy! You'll like it, really! Ginny says her father likes to squirt his sperm up in her tummy, even more that he likes being sucked-off. I'm sure I can do it at least as good as she can." The older man was NOT worried that he wouldn't like the feel of his pre-pubescent daughter's tight little cunny wrapped around his prick. Far from it. In fact, he was worried about just the opposite. The little girl's squirming had worked almost two inches of her father's throbbing prick meat into the child's tight little hole, and the stimulation was threatening to make him squirt thick sticky cum all over the inside of her tightly squeezing little snatch, before he had even half of it inside her. Luckily, there was an interruption. "Ow!" said Susanne. "How come it hurts?" She had a little over a third of her father's rampant penis inside her, and the erotic sight almost made him squirt anyway. "It's your hymen," he explained, "your virginity. If you want to fuck, you'll have to break it. It hurts. That's why I didn't want to do it until you're older." "Wouldn't it hurt then too, Daddy?" "Well, I guess." "Then I guess I might as well do it now, and get it over with," said the determined little fourth-grader. The little girl grit her teeth, and sat down hard. There was a straining moment, then three more inches of paternal prick vanished into the child's belly. A tiny drop of red ran down one side of the man's prick, but the little girl didn't cry or complain. The only sign of her pain was a tear that appeared in her eye as she felt her father's prick slide all the way home in her belly. That tear was enough for her father. "I'm sorry, Suzy, but I warned you," he said. "We'd better stop now, and maybe you can try it again some other time." "No!" said the determined little girl. "I said I'd make it feel good for you, and I will." Gritting her teeth against the slight pain of her torn virginity, the child began rising and falling on her father's enormously swollen prick. At first, it didn't look as though she was going to succeed. The man's prick had softened considerably when he realized that his daughter was hurt. Still, the stimulation was extreme, and the little girl obviously was determined to keep on going until he came inside her, so he did his best to help. George always was a man who tried to keep his own promises, and was not one to deny his own daughter the same integrity. Suzy watched her father close his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the delicious feel of her incredibly tight little snatch milking and squeezing on his engorged prick. Surprisingly, it was starting to feel good to her as well. Too soon, it was all over though. Suddenly the man stopped, and pushed his prick up inside his daughter as hard as he could. Suzy suddenly felt wet between the legs, and knew from the symptoms that her father was ejaculating his potent sperm right up inside her. For the first time, the little girl knew her father was squirting his sperm inside her where it belonged. She wondered if she could get pregnant yet, and if not, how long it would be before she could. Oh well, if she didn't, Suzy was sure her mother would insist that her father kept on fucking her until she was. The little girl was glad she had a mother who cared enough about her daughter to let her get pregnant by the man she wanted... Even if that man was her own father. The hard part had been convincing him. Suzy was pretty sure her father wouldn't stop, now that he had felt her tight little cunny milking the sperm out of his prick. From now on, the little girl figured she could get fucked as often as she liked. She was right. "See Daddy," said Suzy, "I said I'd make it good for you." The little girl squirmed, seating the last quarter-inch of her father's fat cock in her tight little slit, while the last few drops of incestuous cum drooling out of the tip of his prick eased the pressure and allowed it to shrink just a little. "Did you like it Daddy?" she asked, when her father didn't reply. George was too overwhelmed by the implications of the thing he had just completed. After all, it's not every day that you take your own daughter's virginity. To top it off, there was the comment Suzy had made earlier, implying that his wife EXPECTED him to impregnate the little girl. He was barely able to nod. "Thanks Daddy!" she said, with a room-brightening smile. "I TOLD you you'd like it." Suzy squirmed a little lower on her father's lap, bringing renewed life to the swollen member plugging up her tightly stretched little hole. A blob of white slowly oozed out around the base of the man's prick as the little girl slowly rotated her hips, seeming to enjoy the feeling of her own father's sperm inside her vagina. "Can we do it again?" she asked. "Uh Suzy," he said, "I really don't think this is such a good idea." "Why not Daddy?" she asked, logically, "You liked it. I liked it. Why CAN'T we do it again? I'll make it feel REAL good this time; I promise!" The warm squeezing of her tight little slit reminded George of just how good it had felt THIS time; but somehow he had no doubt that Suzy WOULD manage to make it "feel better." That was not what was troubling him. "Uh Suz," he explained, using his short nickname for his daughter, "I know it feels good. That's why we'd better stop now; before we both start to like it so much we won't be able to stop." "Daddy! that doesn't make sense," pointed out the little girl, as her squirming brought renewed life to her father's prick, "I liked it, and so did you." "I can tell," she added, as her father's prick expanded once again inside her, "So why SHOULD we stop?" The man could tell that Suzy liked the feeling of her father inside her almost as much as he liked feeling her body around his. It was hard to refute her argument. Still, he had to try. "You might get pregnant," he pointed out. "Daddy!" exclaimed the little girl in disgust, "Of course I will. What's the idea of fucking, if you don't get pregnant? Momma says if I'm lucky, I could have 4 or 5 kids by you, before I start high-school." The man's jaw gaped. "You WANT to get pregnant?" he asked. "Of course, silly," she replied, "Why do you think I wanted to get fucked in the first place?" The thought was too exciting. After having left ONE big sticky load of cum in his cute little daughter's belly, he had expected to be unable to cum for quite a while. It was completely unexpected therefore, when his little girl informed him that she not only knew she could get pregnant, but actually WANTED her own father to plant a baby in that cute little tummy of hers, George Pepper lost control. He did it again. He came inside his own 10-year-old daughter; doing his best to get his little girl pregnant.Well, if Suzy wanted her father's baby, and her mother didn't mind (didn't mind, heck! It seemed that his oversexed wife was doing everything she could to get her husband to knock their little girl up), then who was he to object? For sure, the thought of his 10-year-old daughter's flat little tummy being obscenely stretched by her own father's baby growing inside her didn't turn him off. George must have left what felt like two quarts of incestuous baby-making sperm in his little girl's tight little snatch. (Even though it was probably only about a teaspoonful or two, it FELT to the man like he pissed gallons of thick creamy cum in his daughter's eagerly accepting young womb.) Pulse after pulse of thick sticky white baby-juice spat out the tip of his swollen prick and into the warm welcoming recesses of the precocious young child's body. Feeling him spasming inside her again got Suzy excited as well. George didn't think his daughter had an orgasm, but she sure seemed to be happy just knowing her father had given in and was doing his best to give her the baby she wanted. Finally, his mighty spasms slowed down to just squirts, and then just a dribble of cum leaking into the little girl's belly. This time George said it. "Thank you, Suzy," he gasped. "Thank you, Daddy," she responded. "I love you." "I love you too, Honey," he replied. What else could a man say to his daughter who might possibly be carrying their child, even as they cuddled together, enjoying the pleasure of being mated? Suddenly the real world came crashing down on the two lovers. "WHAT are you DOING?!?!" screamed his wife, coming into the room and finding her husband and daughter in the most compromising of positions. "Ohshit," he said so quietly that neither of the other occupants of the room could hear. George just KNEW this had been too much of a horny fantasy to be true. His wife might not mind his little girl sucking him off, but fucking her? He knew he should never have let his daughter talk him into this. Now he would have to pay for his horny fantasy. There was no doubt about what they had been doing either. Even though his prick had wilted at the first angry word from his wife, slipping out of their daughter with a quiet "slurp," the rivers of white greasy cum drooling out of the little girl's snatch, coupled with a bright red streak on her thigh, gave mute evidence of the fact that he had not only just fucked the little fourth-grader, but had just taken her virginity as well. George knew he was truly and royally fucked! The man's wife didn't give him a chance to defend himself or try to cover up what he had been doing. "Look what time it is!" she almost screamed. "I come in here, expecting to find YOU dressed and ready for school." Here his wife passed a scathing glance at their daughter. "And YOU," she continued to her husband, "I expected to be getting ready for work! Instead, what do I find? Two sex-maniacs who can't even remember that Suzy's bus leaves at 7:25 exactly." As if to prove her point, there was a loud rumble outside, interrupted by a grinding of gears, as the school bus passed the house, picking up speed as it did, since Suzy wasn't out there to be picked up. The woman continued her tirade. "Well, if you think I am going to take Suzy to school this morning, just because you two are too busy fucking to pay attention to the time, well you've got another think coming!" June Pepper looked at her husband and daughter with disgust, while she wound down. "Since you're the one who made her miss her bus, YOU take her to school this morning," she grumbled. "I don't care if it DOES make you late for work. I have other things to do!" The woman stalked off towards the kitchen, only pausing to send two last-minute instructions back to the mismatched couple in the bedroom, as they both sat there, somewhat in a state of shock. "And for heaven's sake, clean up the mess between that little girl's legs," she instructed, her voice trickling back. "I don't want you getting that stuff all over the bed or carpet; and she shouldn't go off to school smelling like a whore, even if that's what she is: Daddy's little whore." "Yes, Momma," replied Suzy, for both of them. George Pepper was too much in shock to reply. First, from the thought he was in trouble for fucking his daughter, then from the shock of finding out that he was NOT in trouble for fucking the little girl. If you see what I mean. "From now on," came the voice of his wife, as she gathered her stuff together in the living room, "if it's going to take you that long to fuck your father, then do it at night. Besides, if you do it then, you'll have a better chance of getting pregnant. Bye!" George heard the door open. June really WAS in a hurry that morning. "Bye, Momma... I love you," the clear sweet voice of their child warmed his heart. "I love you both too, now get going!" The slam of the door interrupted his "I love you too," but he knew June had heard him anyway. Reluctantly, George and Suzy got up off the bed, pausing to stop the flood of messy white spilling from her crotch from making a mess on the floor by wiping it up with a tissue. The little girl hurried to get dressed and gulped down a glass of "instant" breakfast at her father's insistence. She looked incredibly cute in a short little dress, with matching panties that almost made it look as if she wasn't wearing any. That gave her father an idea. "Take off your panties," he told her. "Huh?" Suzy asked. "I thought you were going to take me to school. We've only got about 20 minutes. I don't think we have time to do it again." George grinned. His little girl didn't have enough imagination. "Just take them off," he said, "you'll see." So she did. The older man gathered them up, stuffed them in his pocket, and headed for the car. "But Daddy, what?..." Suzy hurried to catch up to her father. Her short little dress was just long enough that you couldn't see her lack of panties. "Here," he said, getting in the car and holding his door open afterwards. "But Daddy! I can't climb over you!" complained Suzy, looking pointedly at the other side of the car. "Oh yes you can," her father replied, freeing his prick from the hole in his pants. "You can sit on my lap, like a good little girl, while I drive you to school." Suzy's mouth made a big "OH" of surprise, but she didn't object. Five seconds later, George Pepper's lap was full of squirming, giggling little girl, and his prick was being squeezed by the tightest, sweetest little hole in the whole wide world. "Thanks, Daddy," murmured Suzy in her father's ear, "I thought I'd have to wait until tonight for this." They drove to school that way. Suzy was the very image of a sleepy little girl snoozing on her father's lap, while he drove her to school. About halfway there, Suzy started rotating her hips, while talking to her father, whispering in his ear. "I'd better put those panties on, before I get out of the car," she said. "Why?" asked her father. (He knew why; he just wanted to hear her response.) "Because if I come in the classroom with no panties and my snatch dribbling cum, Mr. Gardner's going to send me straight to the principal's office." "What's wrong with that?" he teased her. All the while they were talking, Suzy's tight little cunny kept squeezing on her father's prick in a warm friendly manner. She was still slick inside, from the cum he'd squirted in her earlier, so the stimulation wasn't so much as to send him over the edge. George figured he could drive all the way to school before filling the child's womb with his sperm. They'd probably just have to pull over to the end of the parking lot while he got off. George wasn't worried. A few times in the past he had taken Suzy to school late, and she had sucked him off over in that same corner. Once, he even saw another car sitting over there, while one of Suzy's classmates was in the car with HER father. George had watched the child's head bobbing up and down, so he was pretty sure what they were doing. "Huh?" he said. In his introspection, George had missed his daughter's response. Her tight little cunny squeezing on his swelling prick had also distracted him. "I said, 'The principal's a pervert,'" explained Suzy. "Ughn... How so?" he croaked. Suzy was getting to him after all. "He fools around with little girls!" exclaimed Suzy. Her vehemence surprised her father. Suzy didn't seem to mind her own father fucking her. Why should she mind some other man the same age fucking girls like her? George asked her. "Any time someone is hauled into his office for 'playing around', he usually ends up fucking them. All the kids know about it, but it seems that none of the teachers do. Or at least if they do, nobody says anything." "Even the boys?" he asked in surprise. "Boys, girls, teenagers or little kids. Mr. Shank likes them all. I hear he's got three girls in my class pregnant right now, and even more in the third-grade. If you believe what you hear." Suzy gave another wriggle on her father's lap, causing him to release another spurt of pre-cum into her tight little hole, as she continued, "Surprisingly, none of the kids seems to mind... Even the little ones." "Little ones?" her father gasped, barely managing to stop at a traffic light. The school was getting closer. "Uhuh," she replied, "I hear he's even fucked some of the first-graders."Since nobody ever complains, it's hard to tell. I know for sure he was fucking some of my classmates, two years ago. I almost went down there myself, just to see what it was like. The thought of his little girl being fucked at 7 years old was almost too much; George barely managed to restrain himself enough to ask, "Why didn't you?" "Daddy! I wanted my first time to be with you." "Oh." George was flattered. He had to finish this conversation pretty quick though. "Then why don't you want to get sent to see him now?" he asked. "Because he might fuck me." "So?" he asked. "You're already fucking me. Would letting some poor old oversexed schoolteacher in your cute little panties be so bad? Besides, you said all the other girls seem to like it. He must be pretty good." "Daddy! He might get me pregnant!" said Suzy in exasperation. "Then let him," George said, as he began ejaculating his sperm up into his child's vagina at the very thought. OOOH, that was sexy! Just thinking about the principal, cool as a cucumber in public, while he boffed the 12, 10, 8, (and if Suzy was to be believed, even 6) year old little girls in his private office. George was slightly disappointed that his daughter hadn't been one of them. "Oh Daddy, don't be silly," murmured Suzy in her father's ear, as he pulled into the school parking lot. "I want this baby to be my daddy's." "OOoohhh!" George groaned, and let his little girl have the last sticky drops of incestuous seed. Well, if his little girl wanted a big belly by her own father, then George was quite willing to do his part. "If you say so," he groaned, as the final drops oozed out of his prick, and into his little girl's body. "Only remember, there's still next year." "Huh?" replied Suzy, somewhat distracted, as she tried valiantly to extract every precious drop of her father's sperm up inside her vagina. "After our baby is born, you can always get pregnant again, as your mother pointed out," he replied. "All your babies don't have to be mine, do they?" Suzy threw the tissue-box at her father, as she struggled into her tight little panties. "THIS one does," she said pointedly, using one of the tissues to stop up her leaking hole. "I gotta go Daddy... See you tonight." "See you," her father confirmed. "Love you, Cutie-Pie." George started to pull out, heading for work, but paused long enough to hear his daughter's reply, and answer her in return. "Love you too, Daddy. Can we do this again tonight? Please Daddy?" "Promise to make it 'feel good' for me?" he teased. "Promise," she giggled. "OK, then I promise too." And that was that. George Pepper headed off to work with a very sticky crotch, while his daughter skipped into school just ahead of the bell, with her own father's thick sticky sperm dripping down the side of her leg. They were both too happy to give a damn. Tonight... George could hardly wait.

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/good-dad.txt

In Your Sister

"ALL the way up in your little sister," Momma insisted. Momma had caught the two of us "making out." We weren't really fucking or anything like that, just feeling each other up, and kissing, and stuff like that. Momma caught us. Boy, was she mad! After yelling and screaming, calling Lori a slut, and me even more unmentionable names, Momma finally calmed down. Or at least, she seemed to. What she did next, I still find hard to believe. At first, I figured that Momma had cracked. You know, gone over the edge. Loony-bin. That stuff. Well, I guess Momma cracked all right. Cracked right out of her shell. Inside, Momma is a very kinky lady, and I guess she had been holding it back for years. Anyway, once she realized what we were doing, Momma decided (probably correctly) that no matter how much she screamed and hollered, we probably wouldn't stop sneaking around and playing with each other. So, she decided that if we were going to play around, we might as well do it right. In fact, that's what she told us. "Huh?" I said. Lori's mouth was gaping too. "I said, if you're going to fuck around with your little sister, you might as well REALLY fuck her, and do it right." I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. My staid, prim, old-fashioned mother, actually TELLING me to fuck my own sister? No way! Momma had just started, however. "You're not on the pill, are you?" she asked Lori. "Momma!" You could tell by the tone, that my little sister had never even thought of such a thing. I mean, you don't go on the pill, unless you PLAN on being fucked. Lori was still a virgin. Momma semi-apologized, "Well, you never know. Some kids get them from school, or the free-clinic. They aren't allowed to notify parents any more, unless the kids tell them to." Momma looked at Lori even closer. "How long ago was your last period?" she asked. Lori thought a bit, then responded, "I don't know, about two or three weeks ago. Somewhere in there." "Good," said Momma. "Now why don't you two get undressed, and do this properly." "Steve," she said, turning to me, "if you're going to fuck your little sister, you'll both be more comfortable on the bed." Momma WANTED me to fuck my sister? I looked at Momma in astonishment. Momma's face clouded up again. "NOW!" she said, making us both jump. "I'd better see nothing but two naked bodies in your bedroom Lori," she said emphatically, "in two minutes, or you're both going to be sorry!" If there's one thing about Momma (Or Daddy, for that matter.) she doesn't threaten lightly. Lori and I were moving before Momma finished her threat, shedding clothes as we went. By the time Momma made her slower way into my little sister's bedroom, we were both naked as jaybirds, and sitting on the bed waiting. Momma STILL looked annoyed. CHAPTER: 2 "Well, what are you two waiting for?" she asked. "I told you Steve, fuck your sister. What's the matter, do I have to put it in for you?" she asked sarcastically. "But Momma," wailed Lori, "we don't have any condoms! That's why we were just feeling around." Momma looked as if she were going to blow her top. "Not in MY house, you don't," she exploded. "As I said before, if you're going to fuck, you're going to do it right. Now get started, or get out!" Momma looked as if she meant it. Well, at 15, I sure wasn't ready to leave home, and if I wasn't, my little 10-year-old sister wasn't either. We looked at each other and shrugged. Well, if that was what Momma wanted, that's what she would get. If my little sister had a baby, well Momma asked for it. Somehow I knew that Momma would be overjoyed, if Lori showed up with a big belly. Lori lay on her back; and I put my cock inside her. Yeah, just like that. No foreplay, no sucking cock, no twiddling her twat. Just up and stick it in. After all, that was what Momma wanted, wasn't it? Besides, we had gotten hot and slippery enough, before Momma caught us. That, and the thought of actually fucking my little sister, and getting her pregnant, with Momma's permission yet, was unbelievably exciting. (Permission? Hell, Momma was almost INSISTING that I knock the kid up.) As I said, I did it. I pushed my big cock up inside my little sister's tight little hole, and gave her a belly full of baby-juice. Lori only let out a little squeak, when I slid through her hymen, then she was grunting and moaning as though she had been fucking for years. As I mentioned before, I did it. The feel of the little girl's tight little slit squeezing and clamping on my already pre-cum leaking prick was too much. After all, I hadn't really been inside a girl before, let alone one as tight and horny as Lori. I made about two big strokes, in about 10 seconds, and I lost it. I pushed my cock up inside my little sister, and gave her what she wanted: a bellyful of her own big brother's incestuous sperm. That's when Momma said those words at the beginning of this story. "ALL the way up in your little sister," Momma insisted. I grunted, and did my best. Pushing up as hard as I could, I did my best to plant as much of my baby-making seed as far up in the little girl's tight little belly as it would go. Momma seemed to be satisfied. Once she had seen me do my best to impregnate my 10-year-old little sister, she calmed down a lot. Momma made it clear to both of us, that we could play around with each other all we wanted, we could even use birth-control, when she wasn't around, but not the pill. She just insisted that if we WERE going to play around, that at least once a month, we stopped "playing," and did it right. Yeah, just what you think. From then on, Momma practically ignored the two of us, and our almost constant sex-show. That is, unless we made it TOO obvious, or invited her in to watch. Once a month though, Momma insisted on watching the two of us fuck. She always made sure that Lori was in the middle of her period, and that we didn't use any protection at all during that one time. CHAPTER: 3 After the first time, Momma always insisted that my little sister go to bed without washing up afterwards, so that her big brother's sperm would have a chance to soak in. Then, for a month, she would leave us alone. Don't get me wrong, Momma didn't INSIST that I impregnate my little sister. She just insisted that if the two of us were going to fool around, then at least once a month, we had to take our chances that I MIGHT make a baby in my little sister. There's no way, that Lori and I were going to stop fucking, once we started. Also, as you might guess, and Momma probably planned; we figured that if we were taking a chance part of the time, what difference did it make, the rest of the time. Except for a few days at the beginning, we didn't use any birth-control when Momma WASN'T watching either. After a while, it got to be quite a kick, thinking I was planting a baby in my cute little sister's flat little tummy. It took longer than you might think. Lori had just passed her 13th birthday, when she finally missed her first period. By the time she was 14 though, we were already working on a little sister for our son to fuck. Well, as Momma said, "If you're going to do it, you might as well do it right."

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My Hot Little Sister

"God Marsha, you've got to be the best fuck in the whole world," said Mark. I giggled. It's nice to be appreciated by your boyfriend. Still... Just being liked as a good fuck isn't enough to base a lifetime together on. I needed to know if there was enough more to our relationship to stand him finding someone "better" than me... At sex, that is. I already knew we were well-matched in some other things... Our kinky fantasies, for example. Since neither my boyfriend and I had any opposite-sex siblings, we had both spent our early years after puberty in a haze of horny hormones, just dreaming of the possibilities of having a brother or sister right down the hall to help us find out, "The facts of life." Only I understand it isn't really that way with real brothers and sisters. Still, many times like today we had acted out the fantasy where "Big Brother" or "Little Sister" would sneak down to the other's bedroom, and slip into bed with his or her sibling, "Just to feel what it's like." Occasionally, we did fantasies where he was my "Daddy" and I was his "little girl" or I was his mother, but those didn't seem to be quite so exciting as the ones where we played brother-and-sister helping each other out. Maybe it's because we already HAD real parents, and it was too close to the "real thing" to be as good a fantasy; being more like a nightmare. The nice thing about these fantasies was we didn't have to worry about things that might happen in real life, like getting pregnant by my own father or horny big brother, or getting caught by outraged parents, or nosy little sisters.Thus it was that two days later I found myself once again sliding up and down on my boyfriend's thick prick; only this time it was while my own sister watched the two of us with incredulous eyes. "Oh my God, you're really doing it," she exclaimed while fingering her bare little slit. It had taken a while, but I had finally convinced her that the proper attire for voyeurism was no attire at all. Ginny was just as naked as we were. Somehow I got the impression that Ginny hadn't really believed that Mark and I actually fucked; with his prick going right up inside me like this. Here I had supposed she knew more about sex, with her constant peeking. Not to mention her escapades with Daddy, where I saw his thick white cum running down the inside of her leg from fucking him, after she left his room that day. What did she expect the two of us to do? Jack each other off, or something? "Oh God, I'm going to cum," groaned Mark, as the stimulation of having one sexy girl suck him off with her tight little cunny, while yet another equally sexy little girl watched and waited for "her turn", was too erotic to handle. I felt him twitch inside me, and knew I was having my horny little hole filled with my lover's thick creamy seed. Too soon... Oh well, this was mainly for Mark and Ginny's sake, and I could get off later. Besides, when he came this quickly, it usually meant that Mark would be able to go all that much longer; my boyfriend being one of those rare men who could cum two or sometimes even three times in a girl, before his prick got too limp to do it again. "Oh God!" said Ginny; staring in amazement at where Mark's thick prick vanished into my body. A thick white drool of cum oozed out the side, giving evidence of his climax. This seemed to be what so impressed my little sister. "Oh God," she repeated, "he came in you." "That's the whole idea, Little Sister," I said, with satisfaction at the knowledge that my boyfriend's sperm was oozing into my womb, where it belonged. "But, what if you get...?" "Pregnant?" I supplied. Ginny nodded blushing. Well, if Ginny didn't know I was on the pill like she was, I wasn't about to disabuse her of the notion right then. It was kind of kinky to know my little sister thought I might be getting pregnant while she watched. I almost climaxed at the very idea. "Well," I said, "I guess I'll just have to take my chances; won't I?" Ginny seemed to shudder with excitement. I guess the idea was as erotic to her, as it was to me. "Now get over here, 'Little Sister'," I said, "it's your turn." I pulled off Mark's prick, squeezing it as I did so; so that only a drop of white goo remained on the tip of his white-streaked cock; most of his precious sperm being trapped inside me where it belonged. I helped Mark position my little sister on the bed; so he could slide his still cum-drooling prick up inside her. The white streaks of his and my spendings would just make him slipperier, and thus made it easier for him to get inside her. No point in having my boyfriend wipe himself off and waste it; having to start all over again. "But I don't... I can't... I'm not... Ow!...Oh God, you're doing it!" I giggled. By the time my little sister had finished objecting, she did, she could, and she WAS fucking my boyfriend, as the thick, obscenely white-streaked sausage slid into the little girl with a rush that didn't stop until Mark's prick was buried to the hilt in her belly, and his thick black pubic hair was meshed with the sparse down that barely decorated my sister's plump little slit. I knew my boyfriend was leaking his pre-cum and sperm in the little girl's womb, where she so desperately needed it. "Oh GOD, Marsha, she so tight!" groaned Mark. I could tell the older boy was fighting to keep from splattering my little sister's womb full of baby-juice, before he got all the way inside her. We both wanted the little girl to feel him sliding in and out for a nice long time, before he filled her tummy with his seed. That way, it would be better for both of them. Thank God he had cum inside me first, or he might have lost control the moment he put the tip in. I have to admit, my little sister was one hot fuck. So did Mark. "Oh God, Marsha," repeated Mark, "you were right. She's incredible. I can't believe it...She's milking me off inside, and I'm not even moving!" "I...I'm not doing anything," moaned Ginny, "I just can't help it. It feels soooo good! Auugh!" With the last exclamation, Ginny suddenly started bucking underneath her older lover; grabbing my boyfriend and forcing him down on top of her; so his hairy chest was rubbing against her developing young titties, and she had wrapped her legs around his; while the two of them rutted frantically like two minks. It was an incredible sight. It usually took me ten or fifteen minutes to get Mark to cum the second time, as his prick wasn't so sensitive after squirting the first time in me. Astonishingly, after only two minutes of being inside my little sister, Mark achieved his second climax of the afternoon; shoving his engorged prick to the hilt in the little girl, while groaning all the time about how hot and tight and wet she was inside, and how she was pulling the sperm from his prostate right up inside her womb. It seems that I had been right, when I told Mark, "You ain't fucked NOBODY, 'til you've fucked my little sister." I was getting jealous just watching, in spite of my pleasure at seeing the two people I loved most in the world enjoying themselves so much together. I just hoped I hadn't overdone it, and lost my fiance to my little sister. "Oooh God, that was good," moaned Mark, as the two lovers finally pulled apart. Ginny just collapsed in a heap. "Thanks, Big Sister," she finally managed to groan, in gratitude to me for 'loaning' her my boyfriend to fuck. I was more worried about how Mark felt than my little sister...I needn't have worried. "You're right," he finally managed to gasp, "she IS a better fuck than you are." For a moment, I felt disappointed in his words, even if I knew they were true. Then Mike finished his comment. "But I wouldn't trade you for three of her," he said, "'cause YOU are the one I need and love, and who set me up with her...Besides, isn't a boy supposed to fall in love with the FIRST one of his sisters, who creeps into bed with him?" he asked, bringing giggles from me, and a perplexed look from Ginny. Mark was right. Ginny might be hotter, tighter, and a better fuck than I was, but our fun and fantasies together would keep us having fun at sex for many years past the time when most people had given it up as, "Too boring." Sex would NEVER be boring for the two of us...Especially if we invited my little sister to join us once in a while, when she needed it. Thinking of which...I looked at where Ginny lay sprawled in an obscene flop on the bed. Her crotch was a mess, as she had managed to suck out more sperm from Mark's prick in one two-minute fuck, than I usually did in three or four times over an hour or two. "C'mon Mark," I said, grinning at my 'Big Brother'. "Let's get our 'Little Sister' cleaned up. After all, we just wanted to teach her 'how babies were made,' we didn't really want to get our own little sister pregnant. Your sperm is probably wriggling it's way up inside our 'little sister's' womb right now." Ginny looked down at her sperm-matted crotch, at this obscene remark, and said, "Oh God, you DID do it in me, didn't you?" "Yes," I said, with some satisfaction, "and he did a pretty good job in me too. C'mon Little Sister, let's go get cleaned up. Our 'Big Brother' Mark will help." Ginny was too wasted to even giggle at the thought of Mark being our brother. Still, she DID giggle when we all got in the shower together, and cleaned up. "There, Little Sister," I said; still emphasizing our relationship. "'you feel better now?" Ginny looked back and forth at the two of us, and finally nodded. "I suppose," she said, "but I STILL find it hard to believe I just did that." "Believe it, Little Sister," I said. "You did it, and so did I. And you can do it again, any time you feel like it; as long as you ask me first." (I wasn't about to let the horny little slut start sneaking Mark into her bed, when I wasn't around. He might find out he liked HER better than me after all, if I wasn't there to remind him that a hot little hole and sexy body and a great fuck weren't the only things that a girl had to offer her mate.) For a moment, Ginny seemed to think about it; then shuddered for some reason and shook her head. I guess the idea of sleeping with her big sister's boyfriend on a continual basis, wasn't all that appealing to her; wanting a man of her own (like Daddy) to fuck...Not that I blame her. "I'd better not," she decided. "It's OK, for YOU, as you're getting married. I just don't dare." I shrugged. "Your loss, Little Sister," I said, and that was that. Or that SHOULD have been that. It's now about six months later, and Mark and I are planning on getting married in one more, as we just can't wait to start having children. Seeing Ginny with a slightly swollen tummy just makes me ache to feel mine in the same condition, and Mark feels the same way. Yes, Ginny's pregnant.Mark and I have offered to adopt the baby, but my little sister wants to raise it herself. Our parents don't know whose it is, as Ginny isn't telling, and she made us both promise we wouldn't either. She's going to have to raise the baby all by herself, with a little help from Mother and Dad, and sometimes from us, when she lets us. Oh well, it's all her own fault anyway. How the hell was I supposed to know that the little kid was still a virgin and didn't know enough to take precautions? It seems that Daddy really hadn't fucked her after all; he was just jacking off on her tummy, being scared even then, when some of it ran down between her legs. And she had thought that was making love. Why didn't the little shit tell us she was a virgin? How was I supposed to know she was fertile? It's all her fault... It has to be. I mean, after all, she's 12 years old.

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Being Careful

"Careful, Dan," called my mother to Dad, as she watched him enter my bedroom, "She's almost twelve years old now. You might get her pregnant, if you're not careful." Dad just snorted. As if he didn't know. I felt the bed sag as my father climbed into bed, then he was on top of me. No feel-up and mess-around THIS morning. We were both too horny for foreplay. I spread my legs, and placed the head of Dad's leaking prick up against my hot little hole, that had also been leaking drools of arousal for over half an hour, as I had listened to what went on in the other room. It took only a second of fumbling, before I felt my father's penis slide home in the vagina he had created almost 13 years earlier in my mother's vagina by doing the same thing to her he was doing to me. God, that felt good. To feel your own father's prick sliding up inside you, is a pleasure few girls get to feel these days. I feel sorry for those poor kids who are so neglected. At least Dad hasn't neglected me, since that day almost four years ago, when I had climbed into bed between him and Mother, and ended up sucking him off; to Dad's surprise, and Mother's astonishment. Once she found out I WANTED sex from my own father, Mother never once objected again... except to warn us about things like me getting pregnant, that is. For all her warnings, Mom seems to know how much I need sex, and makes sure that Dad helps me out by fucking me at least once a day, if not more. The first time I felt my own father's thick prick slide up inside my hot little hole, I was hooked. As for when Dad came in me... God, do I love fucking my father. To feel his cock slide in and out, while I hunch up at him and squeeze his fat prick with my cunny as hard as I can, is indescribable. Then when Dad gets violent towards the end, (like now) and starts jamming his prick in me harder and harder, as he approaches his climax... Well, what can I say? It's incredibly erotic to know you can make your own father feel this way, while at the same time YOUR orgasm just grows and makes a tighter and tighter knot in your belly, until you feel like you'll SCREAM, if your father doesn't squirt his sperm in you. The thought of how dangerous it is to let him actually squirt his sperm inside your vagina, without any artificial barriers in the way, just adds to the thrill of fucking your own father. The knowledge that your own father MIGHT get you pregnant, is more exciting than it is scary. Then, to hear Dad grunt, "Oh KC, I'm going to..." and know he is ready to pull out, to save you the humiliation of being an unwed mother, is too much. No WAY would I ever let someone down, who loves me that much. So, Like almost every time since I first started having periods, I locked my ankles around my father until he couldn't pull out if he really HAD wanted to; which I knew he didn't. Mother tells me it feels really GOOD to a man to ejaculate his seed in the vagina of a young girl like me...even (or especially) if he knew there was a chance she might get pregnant. Well, I don't know about THAT, but it sure felt good to ME, to feel Dad's body go rigid on top of me, and my cunny suddenly get slippery with his cum. Feeling Dad get off in me, was almost always enough to get me to cum too. Sometimes I got off a little too soon, and I had to keep working until Dad came; and others I had to finger myself off afterwards (sometime with one or the other of my parents' help) but usually, either feeling me get off, got my father off; or feeling Dad ejaculate his cum in me, was enough to get me off. This time, it was the second way. Feeling Dad jerk on top of me, then his slip-sliding become all slippery from the cum he was squirting inside me, was the last thing I needed to start jerking and thrashing underneath him, in response. God, did that feel good. Only when Dad had ejaculated every drop of precious seed inside my hungry little womb, did he calm down enough to feel a little guilty. "I'm sorry," he said, "I couldn't help it." "I'm not," I reassured him, "and I could have...I just didn't want to. OK?" I kissed Dad; enjoying the morning stubble of his cheek against mine. "Thanks, Daddy," I said; using the name he liked to be called, when we made love. "Yeah," he responded, "so do I...but we still shouldn't." "Don't worry about it," I said; pushing him towards the edge of the bed. "Hadn't you better be getting ready to go?" "Maybe," he replied; though we both knew he did. "I still hate leaving you like this." "Oh don't be silly, Daddy," I said; rubbing my belly in an obscene reference to the seed which we both know was inside me. "you know I don't mind. In fact, I'm going to lay here for a while until it's time for me to get up; just to let it soak in." Dad left; still shaking his head at my response. As he did, I heard Mother's question from the kitchen, where she was making breakfast. "Well?" she asked. "Yes Dear; I was real careful. I only gave KC what she wanted."

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Bound for Fun II

"Are you sure?" I asked. June looked at me seriously. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure. After last week, she's been getting more and more daring. This morning, she was dressed to go out, in an outfit that was an open invitation to rape... Well, you saw it when she came in here. What'd you think?" I had to agree. The tiny tube-top and short micro-mini barely looked like two belts around the girl's body, and they were so tight, it was screamingly obvious that the 16-year-old wasn't wearing either bra or panties underneath. 'Invitation to rape' was right. The only thing spoiling the sexiness of the outfit was that the child had way-overdone the make-up, on the misunderstanding that lots of make-up made a girl look sexier. As it was, it was a wonder her mother had managed to get Lynn to his apartment without the signals the girl was sending out getting BOTH of them raped, and possibly dead. A terrible thought for me, considering the little girl might be carrying my baby in her tight little tummy. Then I had second thoughts. Anyone tangling with June, well I felt sorry for the poor schmuck. A fifth-level black-belt, and instructor in Karate, and she didn't take shit from nobody. Not even me, and I'm no shrinking violet. "So, you want me to show her what it would REALLY be like. Huh?" "Well, at least this way, I know where she is. If I don't let her do this, she might go out some night, and not come back. I wouldn't even know where to find the body. Promise me, you won't take it easy on her, for both her sake and mine." "Promise. 'You understand, that I can't go by the same ground rules, that we had before?" June sighed. "I understand. Just try and see that she doesn't have any major fractures, or concussions. And try not to bruise her too badly." "What if she decides she likes it? She did last time." "That's what I'm trusting you to do. Ensure that she DOESN'T like it. Do you think you can?" I looked at her. June looked back at me and sighed again. "I guess you can." I asked her again, to be sure, "You're sure you want this?" This time, there was no hesitation. "I'm sure." "Let's check with her. Maybe there's an easier way." We went into the bedroom, where Lynn was looking over my supply of restraints, dildos, manacles, clothespins, whips and other B&D paraphernalia. She seemed to be fascinated. Hurriedly, she dropped the foot-and-a-half long "Smoky-Joe" black dildo. It was almost 6 inches around at the base. I only know one woman who could take this without screaming in pain, and SHE sometimes went down to TJ to earn money by actually fucking a donkey. I was glad to see that she had seen it, as it established the fact up front, that this might get nasty. REALLY nasty. "Lynn?" said June. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" "Yes Momma." The little-girl voice, coming from that slut-outfit seemed out of place. You really expected someone wearing a streetwalker outfit to "husk," low in the throat. Still, in its own way, it was incredibly sexy. "I just finished this story about where this girl gets raped by this biker, and after he's used her for several weeks, she decides she likes it, and they end up married. I've been dreaming about that ever since. Then there's that book by that famous madam, where she tells how she got started, when a group of guys down at the local bar took her in the back room, and" <giggle> "Showed her the facts of life. When she got pregnant, her father threw her out, and she had such a fun life 'working the streets,' until she met her pimp, and they set up a house of love, for everyone." The girl's voice was dreamy. I looked at June, and she looked at me. "You mean, someone actually writes books like that?" I asked. June nodded sadly. "You see what I mean?" she said. "You'll do it?" "I'll do it," I said firmly, meaning it this time. I couldn't let a little girl end up in that kind of life. Especially not one who might be carrying my child. I'd kill her myself, before I let that happen to her. I shuddered; knowing that after this weekend, no matter how it turned out, I'd never see Lynn again. And, if her mother didn't follow my instructions and came back a little too early or late, probably not her either. Poor little Lynn. Her mother made one last try. "You realize," she said, "that when I leave you here tonight, I won't be back until Sunday evening, at 6:00. I won't call to see if you're all right, I'm not even giving Mr. Jones here, my phone-number. I'll be out of town, and you can't call me either. Besides, Mr. Jones says he just had the phone disconnected a couple of days ago anyway. You'll be all alone here, and he can do whatever he wants with you. There's no 'safeword' this time. I've given him permission to do anything, that's anything at all, that he wants to with you. Rape you, beat you burn you, break your bones, sell you to anyone he wants to as a sex-toy, anything." "Mother, you're just trying to scare me. My mind's made up." "Well, you can't say she isn't asking for it." June and I looked at each other. "Let's go," she said. We both returned to the living room. Boxes were stacked around, half-full of dishes and clothes. "Looks almost like you were moving out," she said. We could both tell that Lynn was listening in the other room. "I am," I said. "After this, I won't have much reason to stick around." "No forwarding address?" I shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe. Probably not." "I see. You'll see that you get your fee, at least?" She looked at me pointedly. I grinned a nasty grin. "Well, I figure I can always collect from your daughter. She'll be my fee, at least partly, if you know what I mean." "I guess I do," sadly. "I guess I'd better go now." "Uhuh. Now remember. Lynn expects you back here at 6:00 Sunday night. Don't be late." I emphasized that. "And don't be early either. If you get here even 5 minutes before or after our agreed upon time, I don't know what might happen. It might be disastrous. Not only for Lynn, but for you too." June got my message. "Not one minute late," she agreed. The door shut with a <click>. I waited a few seconds for her to get down the hall, as Lynn came in from the bedroom. "Wahoo!" I yelled. "I can't believe the old biddy fell for it!" "Huh?" said Lynn. "C'mere bitch!" I said, chuckling nastily, as I grabbed her arm, twisted it painfully, and dragged her into the bedroom. "So, cute little girl want's to find out what it's like to be raped, huh. Boy did you come to the right house!" "Hey! You're hurting me!" exclaimed Lynn. "Baby, you ain't felt hurt yet!" I sneered at her, grabbing her arm and twisting it up behind her back, until I heard the joints pop. Lynn screamed! "Now that's HURT," I said with satisfaction. "Now get undressed bitch. I've got a lot of money to make out of you before 5:00 Sunday." "But Momma's not coming until 6:00," said Lynn; a little confused, rubbing her sore shoulder. "Yeah? You really are nuts chick, if you think I'm going to still be here when she gets back. You heard me tell her to not be early. Well, if she follows her instructions right, I'll have been gone for over an hour, and you won't be in any condition to care." Lynn finally looked frightened. Too late now, I thought. "What do you mean?" "God what a dumb asshole. I mean You'll be dead, and if she goofs up, and shows up too early, she might join you. You'd better hope your Momma follows directions, if you like her. Of course, a dumb broad like you, probably don't give a shit anyway." "MOMMA!" screamed Lynn, flying towards the door. I tripped her up, and grabbed her other arm, twisting it as she fell, to match the hurt she must feel in the other one. Got to do this carefully. If she gets too damaged, too early, she won't appreciate the rest of what I had planned. Besides, "merchandise" sells better, if it's not too badly damaged. "Where the fuck d'ya think you're goin'?" I asked. "Momma, MOMMA!" shrieked Lynn. It was no use.June was long gone, and wouldn't have come back anyway, even if she had heard. I decided I'd better make this clear to Lynn, as my ears were beginning to hurt. A soundproofed apartment may keep noise out, but it's no protection when the noise is coming from inside. "Shut up, bitch!" I yelled, slapping her across the face so hard her teeth must have rattled. Lynn was so shocked, she actually obeyed. I don't think anyone had ever hit her that hard, in her whole life. A short 16 years, that didn't look like was going to get much longer for her. Too bad. She was such a nice looker too. Well, I couldn't start feeling sorry for her now; If I couldn't stomach this, I'd never make it to Sunday. Maybe, neither would she. "I'd better make that clear to her," I thought. "What're you waiting for, bitch?" I snarled. "I told you to get undressed!" With this, I backhanded her, knocking her on the bed, where she started to whimper, but when I looked at her, she obediently started to reach for her tube-top, and pull it up. I liked the peek of her little titties underneath, but decided I'd better speed things up. "Goddamn slow bitch!" I yelled at her. "I said take 'em off!" With this, I grabbed the top and ripped it off. I could tell that the elastic stung, when it snapped, freeing her bare bosom. God! What a nice pair of titties. It'd be a real shame to mark them up. Well, I'd save that for last. I reached for her mini-skirt, to rip it off also, but she was already struggling as hard as she could to get out of it. "Please?" she whimpered. Well, I didn't have a spare dress, and she might need it before Saturday-night. Some guys were coming over then, as well, and some guys liked to see a gal in a mini-skirt. I regretted ripping the tube-top, for a second. "All of it, bitch!" I snarled, looking pointedly at her shoes and socks. "Whores don't need clothes on, or shoes either! Barefoot and pregnant. That's the ticket." Lynn's face paled. "Pregnant?" she whispered. I laughed out loud. This little cookie expects to get raped, and thinks the rapist is going to wear a condom?! "Yeah pregnant!" I chuckled. "And I get first shot up the tube!" "No," whimpered Lynn. "I don't want to have a baby. No!" I ignored her, and started tying her leg to the bed. She was in too much shock to fight me. "Well," I said, "that's one worry you don't have." I finished tying her feet, and started on her arms. Soon she was spread-eagled on the bed. She looked too woe-begone to fight. "What do you mean?" she asked. I shut her up, by putting a gag in her mouth. Now for the "piece-de-resistance" as it was called. I reached under the bed, and pulled out "Big Jimmy." Jimmy was a work of art. He had cost me over 700 dollars, from a man I met while I worked in the movies for a short while. (No, I'm not an actor or stunt-man. I was what they call a "grip" or "gopher." I did things for other people.) I had always wanted something like this, and was willing to pay the price. Seven inches of blade protruded from what was approximately the same length of handle. Blued steel gave the impression of wickedness, and it was sharp! Jimmy looked twice as bad as he was, and he was pretty nasty. Idly, I shaved a few hairs from my arm, testing. "Didn't you hear, Kiddo?" I asked. "You and old Jimmy here are going to have a meeting about 5:00 o'clock Sunday night. One of the two of you won't survive the meeting. I'm not worried too much about Jimmy." Lynn's eyes got wide at this, but obviously she didn't quite believe it yet. Time to convince her. "In the meantime," I said, carefully holding "Big Jimmy" by the back of the blade, and NOT the handle; I stuck him in the bedpost, where he quivered eagerly. Lynn looked at the big knife frightened. I guess she thought it might fall down, and cut her by accident. Fat chance. "Now," I said, grinning evilly, "I'm going to do something I've always wanted to do. Fuck a chick, while she's fertile, and not worry about knocking her up." While I said this, I leisurely removed my clothes. For a moment, it looked like I wouldn't be able to pull off my part of the role of "Big Bad Rapist," as my hard-on wasn't up to the job. I managed to get it back, thinking about knocking this cute little chick up, with her own mother's permission yet. Even, if you thought about it that way, with Lynn's own permission. After all, hadn't she agreed to this "rape," and for sure she had agreed, at least in default, when her mother asked if she wanted to be left her, where she knew I had been given permission to do "anything" I wanted to, to her. That included fucking her, and knocking her up, though she might not have thought about it before. Too bad. Heck, my kid might already be kicking in her belly right now, what with that incredible scene the other week. By now, I was ready. Lynn wasn't. Again, too bad. I crawled between her legs, and pushed my cock up against her dry hole. "How about it, kid?" I grinned down at her, as she tried to squirm away. "Want to feel a real man, making a baby in your belly?" "No? Too bad. I do, and that's what counts, don't it? Here it comes! One baby, in one little girl!" I jammed my penis up hard, in the little girl. Lynn tried to jerk away, yelling something into her gag. I think she was trying to say "No, no!" but all that came out was "Mmmph! Mmmpph!" I ignored Lynn's protestations, and proceeded to jack off in her. That's what it was, as she wasn't helping. Quite the contrary! It was when I finally started to jerk and spasm on top of her, as I filled her tight little cunny with baby-making sperm, that Lynn must have realized that I wasn't going to pull out, and I wasn't using birth-control. Lynn's gyrations grew frantic, as she realized I really was trying to impregnate her. "Ungh Ungh Ungh!" she panted, her gyrations making the bed swing, until the headboard hit the wall. "Bang Bang Bang!" I grinned. Even if I cared, it was a little too late for that. My baby-making sperm was already in her tight little belly, wriggling its way up into her womb, in search of her waiting egg. A good chance it might find it too, as her mother had told me that her period was due in about a little over a week. Yep! I just might have knocked her up. I hoped so. It would be one of the few real pleasures I got out of this. The money was just money. The things a guy has to do, to make a living, huh? Back to work. Now, I could finally get the point across to Lynn. Up to this moment, she had thought that this was her fantasy I was acting out. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. It was going to be her worst nightmare, before I got through. Lynn had finally stopped struggling. She knew it was too late now, and my seed was already in her womb. I took the gag out of her mouth. For this next conversation, it was best that she be able to talk. "Why didn't you stop!" she wailed. "Oh God! I'm probably pregnant. Why didn't you stop?" She started whimpering. "Why should I?" I asked reasonably. "Oh, that 'safeword?' Don't you remember? There is no safeword. I can do whatever I want with you. Even kill you if I like." The look on Lynn's face, was precious to behold. Up to now, she had thought she had some control over what was happening. Time to disabuse her of that notion. Well, not completely. I wanted her to think she had the option of an early death. Of course, if she actually chose that option, all bets were off. I was betting she wouldn't choose to die early. Of course, if she did maybe I would have succeeded anyway. It just wasn't the main plan, that's all. I had made some emergency plans in case she did though. "Momma didn't say that," she whispered. "Momma don't have a say." I grinned at her. It was a nasty grin. I continued, "Let's just examine what your mother did. She left a cute little sexy 16-year-old girl, all alone, with a man she knew had sadistical tendencies, for three days, with instructions to do 'whatever he wants' to do to her. I want to do a lot. I've always wanted some spoiled brat like you to be my whore and sex-toy, and for the next three days, you will be." "Oh no," said Lynn. "Oh yes! And that ain't all, Kiddo. All the apartments on this floor are soundproofed. You wanna know why?" Lynn looked at me wide-eyed. "It's because it's owned by people who cater to people like me. Sadists and bondage freaks, who don't want some wise-assed cops busting in on them just because they're having a little fun with their friends. Get the picture?" I could see that Lynn was beginning to get it. "By the time I get through with you, Sweetie, there won't be enough left to return to your mother. So, I'll be cutting my losses, about 5:00 Sunday night. You are my losses. If I leave you here alive, to tell who helped me do this to you, They'll kill me. Afterwards, I'm gone. Did you notice how I'm almost packed to be moving out of here?" Lynn nodded. "Well, by 6:00 Sunday, when your mother gets back, your body is going to be getting cold, and so will my trail. You'd better hope that your Momma don't come back too soon, or hers will be joining yours. Now I'm going to stick this gag back in your mouth, while I go get a few friends. A cute chick like you, deserves to be fucked a lot, before she kicks the bucket. I'm going to see that you get about a lifetime's worth, in the next three days. Oh, and Lynn?" I said, getting her attention again.Lynn looked at me, with hate in her eyes. Good! Just what I wanted! "Lynn," I repeated, "I want you to listen closely. I'm going to be bringing 5 or 6 guys over here at a time. You're sometimes going to be tied up, and sometimes not. In any case, there will always be at least 5 of us, and only one of you. You won't be able to get away. Now I want you to be NICE to my friends. If not, I might have to 'cut my losses' early. Or would you prefer that? If you want, I can always give you an abortion right now, to get that kid out, that I planted in your belly. Is that what you want Lynn? Old Jimmy here, is kind of thirsty. Maybe I should give him a little drink, what do you say?" Lynn flinched, as I ran the tip of the knife across her bare little belly, leaving a faint red line of blood. Jimmy's point was SHARP! "No? Then you'd better be NICE to my friends, and do anything they ask. That's fuck, suck, eat their shit, lick their ass, drink their piss, anything." Lynn looked at me horrified. "In fact," I continued. "That last one's a good idea! Lynn, You're our toilet. Anytime any of these guys has to go, you take care of them. If they have to shit, you swallow it, and lick them clean, afterwards. You DON'T spit it out. If they have to piss, you drink it." "I. I. I can't do that," said Lynn, shuddering. "You can't?" I asked. "Oh Lynn, I'm so sorry! I guess I'll just have to cut my losses right now," I said, drawing a bright-red line across her belly. "Goodbye Lynn." I raised the knife, to drive it up into her flat little tummy. "NO! WAIT!" screamed Lynn, as I deflected my blow into the bedsheets. The knife was buried to the hilt beside her. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice the hole in the mattress, when I pulled it out. "I'll do it!" she sobbed. "Anything. Just don't kill me!" I paused as if to consider. "Anything?" "Anything. Just don't kill me. Please!" "OK," I said, "you get one chance. From now until Sunday night, if you screw up even once, we shut up shop early. Understand what I mean? No excuses. You eat shit, as if you like it. You fuck anybody and anything, as if that's what you live for, because it is. If I bring a horse in here, you do your damndest to get pregnant by it, if that's what the guys want. Now I'm going to give you your first test right now. If you fail this one, it's all over. On the other hand, If you manage this, you probably won't have any trouble with the rest. Understand?" Tears running down her cheeks, Lynn nodded. "I didn't hear any response," I said, picking up the knife again. I can act the true S.O.B. when I want to. "I'll do it. I'll eat your shit and love it. I'll fuck the horse. I'll let you make a baby in me. I'll drink your urine. I'll. I'll. I'll do ANYTHING!" She was babbling now. "PLEASE don't kill me!" "Let's see how well you mean that," I said, sticking "Jimmy" in the bedpost again. "I need to use the toilet. Could you open your mouth please? Notice I said please. We'll always ask you nicely." Dutifully, Lynn opened her mouth, as I squatted down over her face, on the bed. Tears were streaming from her eyes, but it looked like she was going to do it. Time for me to be the REAL bastard. "You're not smiling," I said. "I don't think you really like this idea. Well, I guess I'd better not. . ." I started to get up. "No! Please! I LOVE it. PLEASE let me eat your shit. I want to, REALLY. Please let me be your toilet. I LOVE shit. I'm so thirsty for piss. Please shit in me. Please!" She was trying her damndest to smile, but it looked more like a death-mask; she was shaking so hard with fear. Tears of fright were streaming past her ears, as she tried to convince me. I decided I'd pushed her far enough. "OK," I said, relenting. "If you want it so bad, I guess I'll give you some." Grunting, I strained, and a big healthy turd slowly forced its way out. Lynn forced her mouth up against my ass, and started gulping. I could feel the nip of her teeth, as she hurried to bite off chunks and swallow them, before another one came out. Shortly, I felt a cramp take me, and a big long one rushed out, and Lynn fought to keep up with it, I could tell she was losing the battle, and I knew if she did, it'd fill up her nose and mouth, and she'd choke to death on my shit. I sure didn't want her to die THAT way. I pulled up, allowing her a chance to catch her breath, before swallowing the rest of it. Then another cramp hit me, and another turd came out, only this one was softer and smellier, and generally ickier. Lynn didn't stop. She kept on eating, forcing herself to gorge on my shit. When I slowed down, she actually SUCKED a last sticky turd out of my asshole, before trying to lick me clean all over. I stood up, then turned around. Bravely, Lynn tried to smile at me, as she licked her lips, trying to clean the taste out of her mouth. "That's a VERY good toilet," I said. Lynn smiled for a second. This looked more genuine, I guess she was happy she wasn't going to die. "I need to take a pee," I said. "Could I please use the urinal?" Lynn's eyes grew big, but she lifted her head, and strained to get my cock in her mouth. I'm not completely unfeeling, so I moved up closer, so she didn't have to strain her neck. It had been a good two hours since I last took a pee, so I let go a good healthy blast down her throat, washing the remains of my shit away. It felt like a gallon of pee, I poured down her throat, and she drank every drop. Seeing her pouty little lips wrapped around my straining cock, as it pulsed repeatedly, sending gush after gush or warm piss down her frantically swallowing throat, was incredibly sexy. My cock got so hard, it finally shut off the flow of urine. Oh Well. She'd get the rest later. "Such a GOOD toilet," I said. "One you don't even have to flush!" Lynn smiled dutifully, at my joke, then suddenly turned pale. Her belly started to jerk, and her face turned green. "DON'T YOU DARE!" I said to her. "If you vomit all over my nice clean sheets, I'll. . ." I didn't need to say it. Lynn turned even greener, at the thought of my threat. "Bathroom," she croaked. "Got to use the bathroom." "NO," I said. This was the turning point. If she could get over this, everything else was downhill. At least, until Sunday night. "That's MY shit, and MY piss. You don't throw it up. Understand?" Lynn nodded, and fought to regain control of her stomach. Somehow, she did it. The ripples stopped running through her tummy, and she finally smiled at me. "Thanks for feeding me," she said. "You're welcome," I replied. Hey, just because I'm acting like a bastard, doesn't mean I'm going to play an impolite bastard. "Let's see if we can plant another baby in that cute little tummy of yours, before the other guys get here. Okay?" "Gee, that'd be wonderful," she said, trying hard to fight back a gulp, and keep on smiling. She actually did manage a creditable smile. "I'd like to feel you getting me pregnant." If there's anything designed to give a guy a hard-on, that's the phrase, especially when said by a cute sexy 16-year-old little girl. My hard-on grew even bigger, if possible. There was one slight problem. Lynn's breath, which was usually so sweet, now smelled like an outhouse. Which in a way, it was. I got up, and went into the kitchen, returning with a wet rag, and a glass of orange-juice. "Here," I said, wiping her mouth and cheeks, even running it around her teeth. Then I gave her the glass of juice, as I explained, "You get a wipe, and a glass of juice, every time someone uses you to shit in. From now on, that, shit, and piss, is all you get to eat and drink, until Sunday night. If you've been a NICE girl, and kept me and the boys REAL happy, you get a last meal then. Probably Pizza, as we can't send out for anything fancy." "Do you have to?" she asked, looking at the knife buried in the bedpost. "Sorry Kiddo, but I do. You don't know HOW sorry I am." "Not as sorry as I am," she muttered, then looked scared. Had she broken the rules? I grinned at her. "Hey! I didn't say you had to be happy to die! Just to 'service' me and the boys. We'll treat you real nice. . . . Well, all the guys are 'tops', but we won't beat you harder than you can take. Nothing worse than last week, and you took that pretty good." Lynn shivered at the thought of three whole days, of the torture I had put her through for only six hours. She had barely been able to take that! And from 6 guys at once. She shivered again. I didn't give her a chance to think about it. If she did, she might decide to take that "out" of a blade in the belly early. "C'mon," I said, "let's you and me get busy making that baby." This time Lynn DID smile. Fucking, even getting knocked-up, seemed so MUCH preferable to the other alternatives. Fucking could be fun. It was. This time, with Lynn murmuring sweet nothings in my ear, about how she'd like to feel my baby growing inside her, and have my children, made me cum much sooner than I wanted to. I think Lynn figured that if I knew she was pregnant with my kid, I might not kill her. I would have LIKED to spend over an hour pumping her tight little belly full of my baby-juice, but duty and a shrunken cock made me decide otherwise. When I finished, I grabbed the bag from under the bed, and turning around, I let Lynn clean up my penis and crotch with her tongue, while I fitted the cap in her.I'm not telling you where I got a set of 6 variously sized cervical caps from, except to say that it's probably illegal, but I did have them. The second from the smallest fitted Lynn perfectly. After fitting it over her uterus, I filled her vagina with a squirt of spermicide jelly. I didn't want my sperm to have to compete with anyone else's for space in her womb. She couldn't see what I was doing, and I definitely didn't want to tell her. I kept Lynn too busy sucking my cock to ask questions while I did this. I gave her one last big healthy squirt of pee in her mouth while I was at it, as it would be a while before I returned, and I wanted to be sure she got it all. This time, she really acted as though she liked it. When she started to speak after I got up, I hurriedly stuffed the gag in her mouth. I was hoping that she would have forgotten her question by the time I got back. I looked her over before I left. No bruises yet, a face red from crying, and where I had slapped her earlier, but except for that, the only visible damage was a slight scratch across her smooth little belly, left by "Jimmy." Thoughtfully, I slid Jimmy into his case and back under the bed. No point in making her more miserable at this point by reminding her of her upcoming fate than need be. That was to come later. "I'll be back in an hour or so," I said. "While I'm gone, I want you to think of what happens if I DON'T come back. If the police pick me up or something, your mother MIGHT get back before you die of thirst, but she might not. Thirst is a pretty nasty way to die, especially if your belly is full of pee. Oh yes. Don't pee in the bed while I'm gone. I sleep in that bed, and you're liable to make me mad. Understand?" "Ummummuumpph." I guess it was "understand." Lynn didn't want to make me mad again by not responding. I grabbed my coat and left, making SURE to lock the door. No point in having some insurance salesman come in and find Lynn all trussed up like that. He might not understand. I'm not sure at this point if I did. I deliberately stayed out longer than necessary. It was just barely over two hours later that I returned with my specially picked cadre of accomplices. What a crew. First, there was Mack. Mack wasn't his real name, but he not only drove Mack trucks, he was built like one. He was the second biggest man in the group. He liked big muscular women, and this wasn't really his "cup of tea" but when I explained it to him, he said he wouldn't mind jumping the bones of a high-school chick for a change. Joe was mean and nasty looking, like a weasel. He had a nasty sense of humor, and for a moment I had considered leaving him out. He had promised to only use his "funny" gags where it wouldn't do more than hurt Lynn's feelings a lot, and her body only marginally. He said that he had kids too. Hard to believe, huh? Frank looked almost like a nerd, but even though some would consider him "over the hill," he still had the best imagination of the lot of us when it came to ingenious torture. Especially the kind that hurt, but didn't damage. Fred was a guy you'd expect to be a bookkeeper. He wasn't. He was one of the richest men in the city. He also kept his own private stable of "slaves" both male and female eager to do his every wish. Fred was Damned good. He was the one person I trusted to handle this job properly, as much as I did myself. Finally, there was Moe. Moe didn't really belong in this group. He was too kind-hearted. By far the biggest and BLACKEST man I've ever met, he looked like the stereotype "big black stud." His cock was almost big enough for the job too. At slightly over 8 inches, it was the second largest in the group, second only to Fred. As you've figured by now, all of us were "tops," or bondage experts who enjoyed torture games with lesser mortals. All except Moe. I picked Moe for his looks. The idea of getting knocked-up by a big black guy like him would probably give little Lynn the fits, if she had even the least bit of racism about her. I figured she had to, being raised so "genteel." If not, the thought of carrying a black baby would STILL be frightening to her, as her peers would rip her to shreds. That's why I was so pleased that Moe was as black as he was. If Lynn had a baby by HIM, there would be no doubt she had been fucking a "nigger." (No, I don't like the expression myself, but THAT's what her school mates would call her baby, as sure as the sun rises in the morning.) I also knew that Moe wouldn't hurt her, big as he was. Still, he had promised to follow through, just like the rest of us. We all came out of this smelling like a rose, or we all ended up in the hoosegow together. Moe confided in me privately that he had always wondered what it would be like to fuck a "white woman." Now he'd finally find out. When we got back, we all dropped off packages in the kitchen. (Mostly beer, soda-pop, milk, Kool-Aid, orange-juice, apple-juice, grape-juice... You get the idea.) I went in to check on Lynn. Joe put his chair to the door, blocking it, while I did so. "Bathroom!" was Lynn's first word when I pulled out the gag. "GOT to go." "Uhuh," I said. "You're the toilet. We all get to go in you, before you get to go." She didn't argue. "Could you pee in me please?" she begged. "I need it bad, so I'll have lots of piss in me when I go." How could I refuse such a nice request? The moment I finished unloosing her bonds, I pulled out my cock and squirted half a gallon of pee down her hard-working little throat. When I finished, she was going to pull off, but she had gotten me so excited that I had to give her some sperm to drink as well. Pretty neat, huh? Drink and food, from the same spout. She was going to get a lot of this high-protein snack in the coming two and a half days. When she finished with me, she hurried into the other room and almost staggered when she saw the task ahead of her. Still, she went about it gamely, politely asking each of the men if he could pee in her, so that she could go to the bathroom. Everybody was agreeable to this task, and she must have swallowed over a gallon of pee, and at least two more helpings of sperm, before everyone was drained. I let her into the bathroom and followed her to assure that she didn't vomit anything up before she returned. Watching her piss got me a little excited, and I had to pee in her while she sat there. It was almost like I was pissing through her, as I peed in her mouth while she let out a river of piss into the bowl. I complimented her afterwards on being a much better "toilet" than the one in the bathroom, since we didn't have to "flush" her. Afterwards, we headed back to the living room, where she looked at me for directions. I gestured to all of them. "Make them happy," was all I said. She did. Steeling herself, Lynn took on what she saw as the biggest challenge first. She walked up to Moe and asked him sweetly, "Mr. Uh..." "Call me Moe," said the gentle giant. "Moe, could you make a baby in me please?" Lynn looked over at me to see if she had gotten it right. I gave her the "OK" sign, and she relaxed a little, then tensed up again as she remembered what she had just asked for. "I'd be delighted to, Ma'am," said Moe, and proceeded to do just that, in front of everybody. "I've always wanted to knock up a white chick," he said, as his enormous cock stretched Lynn's tight little belly. For a second, I was worried about the cervical cap I had placed inside her, but then remembered that the doctor who had shown me how to put one in had assured me that even an enormous cock would just push it on tighter, making it even LESS likely that his sperm would get in to join mine. That was the start of an orgy that lasted almost the three full days. Even when I was sleeping, I'd occasionally wake up and find two or three guys on top of her or just somehow inside her, working to fill her young body with yet another generous helping of sperm. They spanked, and paddled, and tweaked and tortured her in so many minor ways. Her body turned a constant red, looking like a sunburn, as any unused patch of skin turned out to be a convenient target for a slap, or paddle, or whip. Not to mention clips, pincers, clothespins, and various restraint devices. Finally, by the end of the second day, Lynn was so worn-out that she started dropping off to sleep, even while being gang-raped. I would have called a halt, but we had only about 14 hours to go. I had them start whipping her awake, and her thanking them for the whipping, whenever she started to drowse, while being fucked. All this time, we constantly used her for our "toilet" - nobody ever went to the bathroom, except in her. She drank every drop of our pee, always being sure that nobody needed to go before she went herself. She ate everybody's shit at least once, and mine and Frank's twice. The reason she didn't have to eat more was that everybody just drank beer, and pop, and other drinks, all the time we were there. (I wasn't COMPLETELY heartless, so I had insisted on this. The guys had all agreed, saying it was more fun to PISS in a girl than shit in her anyway.) With as much liquid as we drank, it wasn't as bad for Lynn as you might think. A man's urine gets stronger, the less he drinks, and the longer he goes without peeing. We were all drinking about a gallon an hour, and pissing almost that much. As for Lynn, well you figure it out.She was going to the potty about 5 or 6 times an hour, peeing gallons each time. Finally, I called a halt for 4 hours, and let Lynn collapse on the bed, after one last trip to the bathroom. When she awoke, she had to service everybody, before being allowed to empty herself. I could have sworn I heard her sloshing as she finally rushed by me, on the way to empty herself out. Her tummy was swollen with all our piss in it, and she STILL sloshed when she returned. Five minutes later, she had to go again, then five minutes after that. It took her an hour before her tummy started to look normal, and she was only going every 10 or 15 minutes again. Then, we started to get REALLY rough. We started slapping her for no reason at all, calling her nasty names. Whipping her for imagined slights, and every humiliating nasty thing 5 top-quality tops could think of doing to a little girl. Once, we even put "Smokey Joe" up her little behind, stretching it until we saw the first tear, and a drop of blood ran down her leg. She must have felt like an elephant had shoved his cock up her ass. All the while, she kept pleading with us to do more. She could take more of it, etc. (I lied and told her she had it all. As she couldn't see back there, she believed me. Actually, she only had a little over half of it. The point was, she THOUGHT she had the whole thing in her, and she THOUGHT she was ruined forever back there. We didn't disabuse her of that notion.) At about 3 in the afternoon, things began to die down. Moe had left about 2 hours earlier, as he couldn't stand to see what was coming up. By about 3:30, the others started to get ready to leave, saying, "It's been nice knowing you Kid," and things like that, to Lynn, before they left. Each one paid me, then said "Goodbye," to Lynn, in such a way that Lynn knew he felt sorry for her, and that he also knew that she was not going to be alive by tomorrow. At 4:00, Frank left, just as Fred returned with a Pizza. Pepperoni and Mushroom. Lynn's favorite, as her mother had told me before she left. Fred, Frank and I had stopped using Lynn as our "toilet" about an hour before. We told her we wanted her to have a good appetite for her last meal. Lynn looked so woebegone that she could barely choke down a half a slice, and I could tell that she was starving. We let her drink anything she wanted too. She stuck mostly to the milk and a little grape-juice, but she wouldn't touch the orange-juice. She even tried a little beer, saying she should try everything, at least once. She didn't like it, and returned to the milk. It was all Fred and I could do to keep from crying as we watched her trying to make a brave show of it. If she only knew how much it hurt us... Well, maybe she did. She didn't beg, she just looked so sad; tears running down her cheeks, as we strapped her for that final time in the big bed. Fred waved goodbye from the door. "Goodbye Lynn. Sorry I've got to go, but I've got to establish my alibi, you know. You were GREAT! Oh here, Jonesy old chap. Here's my $400. I've got to say; she was every bit as nice as you promised us. Seems almost a shame, to waste her. Pity." "HAVE I been NICE enough?" Lynn asked me, just before I closed her mouth for the final time, with the gag. "Honey, You've been unbelievably 'nice,'" I answered her. "That's why I'm putting this off to the absolute last possible moment. You deserve that much." "Then WHY?!" her eyes asked, as her mouth no longer could. "Because of you!" I finally broke down. "You and your damn silly 'rape' fantasy. When I first met you, I thought, 'There's the kind of girl I could go for. WAY too young, but what I'd give for even one little kiss from those lips.' Then, last week, you turned out to be the perfect 'bottom' for my top. You actually liked me, and gave me 6 of the most wonderful hours of my life. I wanted to ask you to marry me, even though I'm over 10 years older than you. I was having fantasies about spending the rest of my life with you. Then you came up with this bullshit about the 'fun' of getting raped. I knew you were going to do it, so I figured why shouldn't I have the fun, and get paid for it too. I knew that with a fantasy like that, you'd never want an old fart like me. Besides, you'd be dead in three days anyway, so why shouldn't I get to have you, and the money too, instead of some young punk? Your mother put up half the money in front, and the guys put up the rest. Your mother figures that you're safe, because she only paid me half. Well I know I'm not safe, not after this, no matter what she says. So, I arranged to get my pay from the boys, and the heck with your mother. By the time she gets back, I'll be gone, and you'll be just a fond memory. Sorry Kiddo, but them's the breaks. I value my own neck even more than yours. I gotta' get packing now, as I wanta' be gone before your mother gets back. One dead body's quite enough. If I leave two, the cops might NEVER let up." With this, I stopped talking, and started throwing the few remaining articles in the room into boxes. I stripped the bed, from under and around Lynn, and packed the bedding too, just leaving her a sheet and an old pillow, without the case. I had plans for that pillow. By a quarter of 5:00, I had moved everything out of the bedroom where Lynn couldn't see it anymore. The room was obviously stripped. Then it was 5:50. Time for the final act. "Well, Kiddo," I said, "it's time to say goodbye." I pulled her gag off, for the last time, and kissed her. Frantically Lynn looked for some last way out, as I opened a can of clear fluid, and poured half the contents on the pillow, which soaked it up like a sponge. The odor was almost overwhelming. "What's that?!" she cried frantically. "Chloroform," I explained. "You've been good enough, I figured you deserved it. At least this way, you won't feel it, when I cut you." With this, I placed the chloroform covered pillow over her face; and ignoring her frantic last minute struggles and muffled pleas, I held it there, until she went limp. This last step required perfect timing. I looked out in the living room where, out of sight of Lynn, everything was packed, and ready for the final act. I picked up "Jimmy" and stood at the foot of the bed. The pillow had fallen away from Lynn's head, and she was starting to stir again, as I readied myself. I looked one last time at Lynn's beautiful body, knowing I'd never see it again. It was beautiful, and a beautiful job too, if I do say so myself. The whole body was covered with welts, red-marks, scratches and abrasions. Not one square inch had been neglected. Still, there were no broken bones, and not one bruise. In normal circumstances, she'd heal in about the same three days, it took her to get this way; with not a mark to show for it. Under normal circumstances. I knew that the ache in my heart, would never heal. I raised my arm to strike, just as Lynn's eyes flickered open, and caught mine. Two minutes to 5. Time to go. "Sorry Lynn," I said. "I Love you. Try to remember that." and I shoved the big blade up in her belly, with terrible force. It takes a lot of energy to force even a sharp blade into a human being. As I said though, Jimmy was special. Red splattered everywhere. All over her belly, on my hands, all over the knife. Feeling the sting of penetration, and the force of the blow to her stomach was too much of a shock to Lynn. She couldn't even scream. Her eyes locked in mine, in shock. Somehow, I got the impression that up to that moment she hadn't really believed I would do it. She somehow thought I'd "chicken out" or something. It wasn't real, until that final blow. Now seeing the knife sticking in her belly, while her mind reeled from the deadly blow, it finally got home to her. This wasn't a game, and it was now too late to back out, and "go home to Momma." There would be no more "going home" for her, except the final one. I really felt sorry for her. Really I did. I felt even sorrier for myself though. I came back to my senses. Lynn wasn't chloroformed. She would be feeling everything. Hurriedly, I grabbed the pillow, and held it over her face, until she went under again. I hate chloroform, as it's a lousy anesthetic, and it's volatile, and a fire-hazard, not to mention deadly if not used right. Still, it's what I had, and it is easy to get, or procure, as it's not all that hard to make, if you have to and are familiar with a chemistry set. I was. Also with suppliers of industrial chemicals, which made it even easier to get. Now to finish up the final act, and get out, before it was too late. I reached under the bed, and pulled out a few items I had stashed there. I used them on the girl's belly, getting red all over my hands. Jimmy had done his work well. I figured there was no need for a repeat. I pulled a sheet over the girl, and red started to soak in immediately. I pulled it back, to uncover the upper half of her body. She looked so peaceful. Almost as if she was sleeping. I picked up Jimmy, and headed for the door. I looked back at Lynn. She was staring at me! Shit! I dropped Jimmy on the floor, with a clatter, and picked him up. As if on cue, June came in the bedroom. She took one look at the bloodsoaked body on the bed, and screamed, "LYNN!" Lynn looked at me, trying to warn her mother. "Momma!" she yelled, "Look out!" It was too late.Coming up from the floor, almost as if planned, I plunged the big knife into her belly as hard as I could. June was tough, and I wasn't taking any chances of a mistake. As she folded over my arm, I withdrew the red-streaked blade and plunged it into her again, this time a little higher. The result was gratifying. Red squirted violently, all over the place. June collapsed in a heap on the floor as I pulled the red-smeared blade back from her dress. She moaned, then jerked a couple of times, then was still. "YOU!" I yelled at Lynn. "How many times do I have to kill you?" I grabbed big Jimmy and the pillow, and holding the pillow over her head, I ran big Jimmy across her throat. A line of even brighter red followed. Once again, I held the pillow in place while her struggles weakened. I wondered what thoughts were running through Lynn's mind as she felt the horrible pain in her belly and life faded for the last time, knowing that she was responsible for not only her own death but her mother's as well. At last, her struggles came to a halt. She gave one last shudder and was still. The final act was over. I was weeping by this time. I couldn't help it. Still, there was more work to be done. I removed the pillow and checked Lynn's pulse, then turned to the woman lying sprawled so awkwardly on the bedroom floor. "C'mon you. Get up," I growled to June. "I didn't hit you that hard. Besides, that stomach of yours is as hard as a rock. I need help, so get your ass moving before she wakes up again. I don't dare use that chloroform again, it's tricky poisonous stuff. I've been lucky so far, but I don't want to push it." "You hit me harder than you think," said June with a moan as she untangled herself from the floor. Bright red streaks of "prop blood" covered her like a scene from a horror movie, which, in a sense, this had been. "Either that, or I'm getting out of shape. Still, you're right, let's go." June untied the bonds holding Lynn to the bed, while I removed the plastic clothespins that had made Lynn's belly hurt just like it had been ripped by a knife. I grabbed a wet towel that June handed me and wiped the fake blood off her belly, looking for the real thing. There was only a drop, seeping from the spot where "Big Jimmy's" point had started in, before the release mechanism let go. As a prop knife, Jimmy was one of the finest made, with blood-gullets and a repeat mechanism that made it look like you hit an artery the second time you used it. As I said earlier, Jimmy was a work of art. I'd have to spend at least an hour cleaning him after this workout. Still, it would be worth it. June looked at Lynn's worked-over body. "Boy, you guys really did a number on her, didn't you?" she said. Besides the previously mentioned welts and abrasions, there were big gobs of dried cum all matted up in her pubic hair, cum was even still dripping from her vagina and overstretched little ass. June was right. Lynn was a mess. After checking to make sure she was still breathing properly, we hauled Lynn's limp body into the bathroom, where June first gave her a healing douche, pulled out the cervical cap and looked at it before handing it to me (I blushed), then douched her again. We both then stripped naked, out of our "bloody" clothes, and together we manhandled her into the shower. With me holding and her soaping, we managed to get the cum and shit and stains off her body. By this time, Lynn was beginning to arouse again. She put up with our ministrations without objection, seeming to realize that she was in friendly hands now. She didn't seem to be fully aware of what was going on though. Afterwards, we wiped her down and dressed her in a short, but not TOO short dress, that her mother had brought over. She had fresh clothing for herself too. She had followed my instructions to the letter, even waiting until I "accidentally" dropped big Jimmy to enter the bedroom. I hoped that Lynn learned the lesson that: A. Getting "raped" wasn't fun. B. She could get killed. C. Those she loved could get killed (like her mother had), and D. Those who loved her could lose her too (like me. No, that wasn't even a hope. I knew I'd never see her again.) I watched them go, with an empty ache in my heart. Lynn was still being supported by her mother, but seemed stronger with every step. June had tried to pay me the money she had originally offered. (NO, she hadn't paid me ANYTHING "up front." She was smarter than that!) I wouldn't accept it. It seemed too much like "Judas" money to me. I loved Lynn too much to take it. I just hoped that she had learned her lesson. Even the money each of my friends had "paid" me with, as they left, was the same stack of bills, recycled, that I surreptitiously had slipped each of them before they got ready to leave. The only thing I got out of the whole show was memories, and they all ached of Lynn. God, I loved that girl. Even enough to frighten her away, if that's what it took to save her. I knew she was gone forever. Moodily, I tossed the "bloody" clothes in the machine and started cleaning "Big Jimmy." One thing, unlike real blood, "prop blood" washes out with soap and water. I wished the ache in my heart would wash out so easily. If "Big Jimmy" had been real, I probably would have cut my own throat right then. But I couldn't. Any force over about two ounces caused the blade to vanish into the handle. It was an amazingly effective illusion, especially when combined with fake blood canisters, but not worth a damn when it came to cutting your throat. Forever is a long time. In this case, it was three days. I was moping around the apartment, cleaning up the last remnants of the big "party" when the buzzer rang. I had already thumbed the release button for the outer door out of habit when I realized I didn't want to see anybody. Most especially not some encyclopedia salesman or Jehovah's Witness. Oh shit. Well, I'd just go and tell them I wasn't interested. Then I'd go in the bathroom, stick my head way down in the bowl, and breathe deeply. Drown myself in the toilet bowl. Wouldn't that be appropriate, after what I did to poor Lynn? It wasn't an encyclopedia salesman. It was Lynn. My eyes ached with the beauty of her. "Hi," she said. "Mother was going to come over and pick up her dress, but I asked if I could come over instead." I gaped at her. Finally, enough sense came back into my head that I made the only remark I could think of. The question had been bugging me for two days now. "Want to get raped?" I asked, then tried to bite my tongue out of my mouth. Why couldn't I say the things I needed to say, like, "I love you." Or, "I need you." Or, "Life is like a sewer, without you." Or something equally brilliant? Lynn shuddered, then quietly said, "No thank you. I came over here to thank you for what you did for me. Mother explained how much you went through, and I'm sorry." "Not half as sorry as I am," I muttered. Lynn looked at me speculatively. "Did you mean it, when you said you loved me back there?" Maybe there is justice in the world. "More than you'll ever know," I said quietly. "Can I come in?" she asked. "How long can you stay?" "As long as you want. Mother knows I'm here." "What can I do to you?" I know I'm a nut, but I had to ask. "Anything you want, for as long as you want." "No, honey. THIS time YOU can do anything to ME that you want to." We were married two months later. Before I would let her have my ring, I insisted that she use ME for a toilet for one whole day. She didn't really want to, but understood when I insisted. Eating shit is about twice as nasty as you think it is. Drinking piss isn't so bad, once you manage to keep from throwing up. How Lynn managed those three days, I'll never know. I threw up twice before I managed to steel myself to it and do it properly. Eight months after the "lesson in rape," we had a beautiful baby boy. Lynn had already been pregnant during the whole ordeal. I didn't care anymore. Even if the baby had been black as the ace of spades, I would have loved it. Moe is a GREAT guy. Lynn gave me two more baby girls before she decided that we ought to thank the rest of those who had helped her. Three months after our third child, she insisted that we reenact the "lesson," only this time, when she was fertile, and with no sneaky cervical cap protecting her. Nine months later, we had a new daughter, Moline. She's a little darker than her sisters though. AW! Who am I kidding? She's black, and we love her. Uncle Moe is so proud he could spit. Since then, Lynn insists that every time we make another baby, it's always the same way: at a reenactment of the "lesson" she was taught. I always get "First shot up the tube" though, just like at the original "lesson." Since Moline, we've had 5 more kids, two boys and three girls. One of each definitely look like me. We plan on having at least four or five more kids. I wonder which of us will be lucky in the "baby lottery" this time. Of course, Lynn always makes sure that I have the best ticket. (THEY have her, along with me, for only three days. Remember, I have her every night!) Sadly, there haven't been any more dark-skinned ones, though Moe keeps hoping, and we keep encouraging him.Of course, Lynn encourages all of them to plant a baby in her still wonderfully sexy little belly. After all, she's supposed to be nice to my friends. Oh yes, I almost forgot to mention: June lives with us too. It's funny, but she hasn't married again, doesn't go out to date, has no boyfriends that I know of, yet she's had 4 kids since Lynn and I got married. I think she's pregnant again. I hope so. If you can add, that's 12 children in our house, ranging from Joe Junior (12) down to the baby Ginny (5 months) and one, possibly two "in the oven." It's a good thing that both June and I both make good money at our jobs; as even two incomes get a little stretched. Lynn works full-time taking care of the kids. And I do mean full time. After finishing high school, Lynn has worked her way through college and is now working on her doctorate by taking evening classes, while June and I watch the kids, sometimes alternating, and sometimes together. Now that the oldest is 12, and can watch the younger ones, we find interesting things to do together while still maintaining a presence in the house. Once a week, June takes over the chores of watching the kids, and Lynn and I have a whole day to "experiment." Sometimes, she has to wear turtlenecks and long-sleeved blouses for a couple of days afterward, but I still try to keep to June's first instructions to me: "Nothing permanent."

A lesson about rape

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/boundfn2.txt

Just Horseshit

"This is horseshit," I complained, throwing the story printout halfway across the room. That was a mistake. I had attracted my mother's attention. "What's 'horseshit' Dear?" she asked. If nothing else, Momma's got good hearing. It was too late to even try hiding the story I had been reading. Not that Momma would be all that dismayed to find her 12-year-old daughter reading erotic fiction off the computer. It's just that I try to keep my sex life from intruding on my parents. Momma knows I'm not a virgin, and I even think she knows who "plucked my cherry." It's just that we never seemed to discuss such things as pornographic stories and pictures. You see, while I didn't mind Momma knowing that I fooled around, I didn't want her thinking I was a pervert. HA! If I'd only known. Oh well. At least I didn't have to BELIEVE the garbage that some people wrote. Like this bullshit story. Momma's eyebrows had risen a little when she helped me pick up the scattered sheets and saw the title "BIG brother's day." Still, she just waited for my answer to her previous question. "Oh this stuff," I replied, emphasizing the "stuff." Momma's eyebrows twitched, and her face had a ghost of a smile, but she just waited for me to get more specific. "I mean," I said in exasperation, "it's bad enough that someone writes a story about a 15-year-old boy fucking his little sister. I mean girls just don't do that sort of thing." Momma's grin had widened. "Oh?" she prompted with a smile. By now, I was getting into it. If my mother wanted to know what ticked me off about stories like the one in her hand, then she was going to get an earful. "I mean, girls just don't fuck their brothers," I exclaimed. "Who ever heard of such a thing?" Momma opened her mouth to say something, but I had the bit in my teeth, (so to speak,) and wasn't about to stop. "Even if you could buy THAT," I continued in disgust, "the author of this trash would have you believe that a 9-year-old little girl could actually enjoy having sex with," and here I quoted from the story, "her big brother who was hung well enough to put most men to shame, with over nine inches of solid prick-meat to shove up her tight little hole." My voice dripped with sarcasm as I repeated the last. "Well," said my mother placatingly, "some men are bigger than others, and some girls do start younger than you did." I looked daggers at my mother. For a 23-year-old woman, Momma could be awfully dense. "Yeah," I said, "a nine-year-old girl is supposed to actually LIKE having her snatch stuffed with a nine-inch-prick. Give me a break!" I knew what I was talking about too. Even I, at 12 years old, could barely take Mike's big cock up inside me without splitting in two, and my boyfriend only has about a 7-and-a-half inch prick. No way was some little kid going to be able to take THAT monster, let alone one two inches bigger. Heck, I couldn't get all of Mike's prick inside me, even when I tried. Chapter 2 Momma shrugged, as if it wasn't all that surprising to her. "OK," I almost yelled, "suppose a 9-year-old kid DOES decide she likes fucking her big brother. These jerks have to make it unbelievable." Momma twitched her eyebrows again, almost infuriating me. "What's so unbelievable?" she asked. "THIS!" I said, poking a finger at the page so hard I almost poked a hole through it. "The guy is not only fucking his little sister with a prick big enough to choke a horse, and she is supposed to be liking it, but right HERE," I said, actually poking my finger THROUGH the paper at the offending paragraph that had annoyed me enough to start this, "he actually pushes the head of his prick right up inside the kid's WOMB, for God's sake, and squirts his sperm inside her so she gets pregnant. And she's supposed to be ENJOYING this?" I threw down the paper in disgust. "Well, some girls do," said my mother quietly. "Yeah, right," I said. That my mother would even think this was possible, was annoying. Here I had thought that Momma would know something about sex, having had three daughters by Daddy. I mean, how ignorant about sex can you be and still have children? "You expect me to believe that a girl could take a man's prick right up inside her womb, without tearing her inside, and then have him squirt his sperm in her womb? SURE Momma, sure! And the Easter Bunny will be over to visit us tomorrow, after Santa Claus leaves." "It's possible," Momma assured me, "If the man is big enough, and the girl is willing to try. She has to be determined though." "Momma, I can't believe you're defending this trash," I said, waving the printout in her face. "Why shouldn't I?" she asked calmly, "After all, I wrote it." "You... Wrote... This... Story?" I said unbelievingly. "Uhuh. And it's all true too. So I'd appreciate it if you weren't so hard on my recollection of one of my most treasured memories of the first time your father and I had sex." "You. Daddy," I spluttered. No, it couldn't be. Still, if that were true... I suddenly started adding two figures that had never bothered me before. If Momma got pregnant by me when she was 9 years old, and had a baby when she was 10, like the girl in the story... My birthday was 4 months ago... Momma would have to be 22. (Big sigh of relief.) Momma was 23. Then I suddenly started adding again... Momma's birthday was just last month. Oh shit. "You're kidding, right?" I asked weakly. Momma shook her head. She didn't look like she was joking either. "You mean that you and Daddy are..." I couldn't say it. "Mark is my older brother, by 6 years," confirmed Momma. "You mean, you're not married?" I asked weakly. If I was a bastard, I wanted to know. Not that it made a lot of difference. Momma and Daddy had never stinted on their love before. I knew they wouldn't stop now. Chapter 3 Momma grinned. "Didn't you finish the story?" she asked. I hadn't. I had been too disgusted to, after that one paragraph. Hurriedly, I skipped ahead to the part where the incestuous couple got married. Now THAT part was funny, how they rigged things so that others "made" them get married, as if they didn't want to. Momma could write. Which brought up the original thing that had annoyed me. "You mean to tell me that Daddy actually put his..." "His penis," supplied Momma. "His penis right up inside your womb, and came in you like that?" I asked weakly. "Uhuh. And I liked it too," responded Momma. I still couldn't believe it. Oh I could buy the fact that my parents were really brother and sister, now that I thought about it. It explained so many things. Still, this was too much. I thought about how Mike's prick had felt when he tried to put it all the way up inside me, and shivered. If I couldn't even take HIM, how could I believe Momma's story? I told her this. "All it takes, is a guy long enough, and a girl willing to try," my mother assured me. All of a sudden, I thought of something. "Momma!" I said, "The story said that the girl's brother had a... a prick over 9 inches long! Daddy's prick isn't even as long as Jerry's, and he's shorter than Mike!" Momma smiled. "What makes you say that?" she asked. "Well Momma, I've SEEN him. Even Jerry's prick hangs down to here." At this point, I pointed to a spot just below my vagina. "And Mike's hangs down even more," I continued. Momma snickered. "The size of a man's prick soft, has nothing to do with what it looks like when erect," she said. "Believe me, your father makes those two pip-squeaks look like pikers. Do you remember how big I said my brother's prick was in the story?" I shivered. The thought of an over-nine-inch prick going up inside me was scary. Yet somewhat exciting too. "Yes Momma," I said. "Well, your father was only 15 then. He's a lot bigger now." Oh shit. I tried to imagine a prick even bigger than the 9-and-a-half inch monster that Momma said got her pregnant the first time. No way. "Yeah, sure," I said. I shivered at the very thought. After that, I picked up the sheaf of papers and re-read the story thoroughly. Momma seemed to understand, and left me alone. I finished reading that story, and several others as well. Still, I couldn't get the picture out of my mind, of a little nine-year-old girl with an enormous prick stretching her tight little hole, while her big brother squirted the child's womb full of incestuous baby-making sperm. I thought of my little sister Julie, who was about that age, and shivered. If I couldn't do it, no way could a little girl like her. Still, Momma had insisted, and as far as I know, Momma had never lied to me. The next time I was over at my boyfriend's house, I asked him to try pushing it in a little harder. It HURT.Still, the feeling of him spurting inside me, while his penis was poking into my uterus, was enough to make me climax like I never had before. Since this was just over a week after my period, we were trying to get as much fun as possible, before quitting until I was "safe" again. Unlike my mother and her big brother, I didn't want Mike's baby. At least, not yet anyway. Now Daddy's... I shivered, and wondered what put THAT idea in my head. I guess the idea of incest had been slowly growing on me, after learning that my parents had been doing it for years. It was a couple of days after that, that I approached my mother. "Momma," I said, "I want to try it." "Try what, dear?" My mother was washing dishes and not really into discussing sex. "Try doing what you did, where you took it all the way up inside you," I said. Momma stopped washing, wiped her hands on a towel, and turned to face me. "Other than advice on how to do it, which I don't think you need," she observed, "just make sure you use lots of lubricant, like KY; why are you telling me this? I should think that you and Mike would be capable of figuring things out yourselves." I was surprised. I hadn't known mother even knew I was seeing Mike. I thought SHE thought that my current boyfriend was still Jerry. Heck, even Jerry thought so. Still, he was about to get the gate, even if he did think I was his private property. My cousin Mike was twice the man Jerry was, and once he told Jerry to leave me alone, that would be that. At least in THIS state, cousins could still marry. I giggled again, at my parent's ruse that got them a marriage license. As far as anyone around here knew, THEY were first-cousins too. "It's not that, Momma," I said. If my mother was bright enough to know who I was screwing, I wasn't dumb enough to deny it. "Oh?" she asked, "Then what is it?" "Mike isn't big enough," I said with a blush. I didn't bother to mention that Jerry was even smaller. Six inches is a great size for an 11-year-old virgin, but not worth a damn when it "came" to squirting cum directly into your womb. "So what do you want ME to do?" she asked, "Set you up with somebody bigger?" I nodded. As I've hinted before, Momma's not dumb. She got it right away. "I see," she said. "Well, if you expect me to set you up with your father, I'm going to want something out of it myself." "Huh?" I said. Of all the possible responses, this wasn't one I had expected. Anger, jealousy, calm acceptance, or even secret delight at her little girl getting fucked by the same cock that created her, were all possible scenarios that I was prepared to handle. Instead, Momma just wanted something from me, in exchange? "What's that?" I asked cautiously. I knew better (being 12) than to just blindly accept ANY offer from either of my parents. Not that they would trick me. No, it's just sometimes what seemed like a good bargain to them, didn't to me. "Your period was last week," observed Momma. Suddenly, I knew what My mother was going to say, even if I didn't believe it. I was right. "If you're going to be fucking my brother," said Momma, pointing up her incestuous relationship with my father, "then I expect you to take the same chances with him that I did." "You mean?" I asked. I knew what Momma meant. I just had to hear her say it. "Uhuh," she replied. "No condoms, no diaphragm, no birth-control at all. And you do it while you're fertile; like right now. When your father squirts his seed inside your womb, I want to know there's a pretty good chance he's getting you pregnant when he does. That's my price. Take it or leave it." What a price! Still, it was so erotically sexy I didn't really have a choice. I wouldn't have even asked, if I wasn't already boiling with sexual heat at the thought of taking my own father's sperm inside my womb. This just made it all the sexier. Pregnant by my own father! And Momma not only wouldn't object, she was the one pushing for it! It just goes to show, that you never really know your parents, no matter how long you live with them. I nodded my head. "Good," said Momma, a hint of a smile crossing her face. "I've always dreamed about watching a grown man impregnate his own little girl. I never thought I'd get to see it though." I was a little worried at this. "Uh Momma?" I asked. "Yes, Dear?" "Does this mean I have to keep fucking Daddy until I DO get pregnant?" One time, to feel what it was like was one thing. Being a second wife to my own father was another. "No," assured Momma, "it's just that if you DO want to do it again later, the same rules apply. No risk, no prick. Unless you're already pregnant. Got it?" "Yes, Momma." I got it. Still, even if Daddy DID squirt his sperm right up inside my womb, there wasn't all that much chance of getting pregnant. I felt it was worth the risk. Especially if it would make Momma happy. "What do I do now?" I asked. For the first time since we started our discussion, Momma giggled. "Just go in the bedroom, and tell your father his little girl wants her father to get her pregnant. You won't have to do anything else." I giggled too. It WAS funny. So funny in fact, that I did just that. I don't know if Daddy had been listening, was just horny that day, or what. I do know that I found him lying naked on the bed, sporting the biggest erection that I had ever seen. Momma hadn't been exaggerating. I don't know just how big Daddy's penis was that day. Momma says it varies from just a bit over 10 inches, to slightly over 11, depending on how horny and how excited he gets. I guess the idea of fucking his own daughter and getting her pregnant made him reach new heights. (Or lengths.) "Daddy," I said, trying to keep a straight face, "your little girl wants her father to put his big cock up inside her, and get her pregnant." That was almost a mistake. Daddy told me later that he almost wasted his load all over the sheets, when he heard me repeat what Momma had told me to say. It certainly excited him. Still, he managed to restrain himself. "If you want it, then sit on it," he croaked. I looked at the monster spike rising from my father's loins. No way that thing was going to fit all the way up inside me! On the other hand, there was no way I wasn't going to try either. If I didn't, I would never forgive myself. I was just starting to climb on the bed to follow Daddy's instructions, when I was interrupted. "Kids!" said Momma disgustedly, "have no idea." "Here," she said, handing me a blue and white tube, "You'll need this." "This" was a tube of KY jelly. I knew what it was, from the one time I had let Jerry try doing it in my backside. His insistence that we try again, was one of the many reasons I was dumping him for Mike. If I let Mike fuck me in the ass, it would be because I wanted to be nice to him, not because he bugged me into doing it. Jerry only thinks of himself. Still, this monster penis would feel a lot bigger going into my cunny than Jerry's puny member had felt in my backside. Momma had a point. I squirted a large dollop of clear goop on my hand, and started working it onto Daddy's penis, until Momma stopped me. "If you keep that up," she observed, "you're going to jack him off with your hands, instead of your cunt." Momma was bold and blunt with her advice. I took one last big blob of KY, and pushed it up inside me. That would have to do. Nervously, I approached my father. I was more and more scared, the closer my cunny got to his cock. Still, I didn't stop. It was only when I was kneeling astride my father's hips, about to perform the most obscene act of all, a daughter fucking her own father, that I fully appreciated just how big Daddy was. It wouldn't fit! I mean, it was just too long! I couldn't bend Daddy's penis down far enough to fit it inside me. With Jerry, or even Mike, there had never been a problem like this. I was NOT amused by my mother's snicker as she noticed my problem. I WAS going to show her that I could fuck Daddy just like she could... I hoped. Straining, I lifted up until my father's penis was resting against my spread cunny lips, and fit the head inside me. Oh God! Daddy was not only LONGER than either Jerry or Mike, he was fatter too! It was only the fact that he was so long, that made him seem to be slim. Oh shit! Still, the lubricant (not to mention the pre-cum that was dribbling out of Daddy's penis,) made Daddy's cock slide inside me with only a slight hesitation. Oh my God, was I stuffed! Four, five, then six inches of paternal penis slid inside me, until I had more of Daddy's penis in me than even Mike had ever managed to get. I felt Daddy's penis actually pushing into my uterus, just like Momma said it would, and Mike had done the previous night. Momma was right. I looked down, and was shocked to see that close to four more inches of cock still remained outside me. I wondered just what I had gotten myself into? Oh shit. Still, I pressed down. "Ah," I panted. I could feel myself spreading inside. It hurt. But not like Mike had the night before. This was a dull aching sort of hurt. "AAaahh," I gasped even louder, as I pressed down. "Slowly, at first," advised Momma. I guess if anyone knew, she did. So, I did it slowly. Bit by bit, I worked myself downward. 1/4 inch. 1/2 inch. 3/4.Three inches of my father's penis still remained outside me when I felt either Daddy's penis shrink a little or my uterus expand slightly, so that the tip of Daddy's cock poked inside. If it had been Mike, I'm sure the whole head would have been inside my womb by now, but Daddy was a lot fatter. Momma had climbed up on the bed behind me by this time, telling me to, "Relax, Honey. Let your father in. Easy; a piece at a time." All the while, she kept massaging my back and shoulders, trying to relax me. It worked. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my gut and knew that the head of my father's penis was inside my womb. I had done it! Now to get Daddy to cum in me, just as quick as I could, so I could say I had done it at least once. Once like this would be definitely enough. I don't know how Momma had taken it all those years when she was just nine or ten years old. I'm sure Daddy's cock must have seemed almost as big to her back then as it did to me right now. "Oh God, oh God," moaned Daddy, bringing me back to the present. "Now!" said Momma in my ear, "He's going to cum." With this, Momma shifted her grip on my shoulders from massaging to pushing down hard! At the same time, Daddy pushed up from below. There was a sickening stretching sensation as the last two inches of my father's penis slid into my body. I screamed! It felt like I was being split wide open. Not even when Jerry took my virginity had I hurt this bad. "Easy, easy," Momma panted in my ear, "You've got it all now, Honey." I did. Looking down, I could see my labia splayed around the base of my father's penis, while up inside me was a throbbing something that felt like a part of me that had been missing all my life. For some reason, the pain had temporarily vanished as my father shuddered and shook underneath me. I knew Daddy was doing his best right then to plant a baby inside my womb. No, I didn't feel his cum inside me. I don't think you can. I did feel each jerk he gave as he tried to force even more of his gigantic penis into my womb, and each time he squirted another jet of incestuous sperm inside me to join that already seeking my fertility. I was too sore to help him; I just sat there as Daddy squirted jet after jet of thick cum into the deepest part of my womb. God, what a kick to be able to do this for your own father! It was only when Daddy started to slow down that my own orgasm overtook me by surprise. I hadn't really expected to get off when Daddy came inside me. The pain was too great. Even before I started, I hadn't really expected to cum. I just wanted to see if I COULD do it, not if I could enjoy it. I never EVER had an orgasm like that one. Daddy was almost finished cumming when I felt my vagina and womb go into spasms around him. It was like I was impaled on a post as my body squeezed and milked on my father's unbelievably huge penis, trying to milk every last drop of his precious seed into my womb where it belonged. Well, orgasms like that don't last very long. They can't, or you'd be dead. Still, it was an unbelievable experience that I wouldn't give up for the world. I never planned on repeating it, but I wouldn't have missed it either. When I finally climbed off my father, it felt as though my guts were being pulled out with his penis. First, the shrunken head popped out of my uterus, bringing an "ouch" from me as I was still quite sore inside. Then the extraction of his enormous member felt as though I was being turned inside out. I watched with amazement as Daddy's cock shrank and shrank and shrank, until there was only a nubbin left. Momma looked at where I was staring in amazement at the two-inch long penis that was all that Daddy had left. "See," she said with satisfaction, "I told you so. BOY, you must have REALLY drained your father. I haven't seen George so small after fucking, since the last time he knocked ME up." Oh shit. This reminded me of all the incestuous sperm I had inside me. I knew it wouldn't do any good to douche, as Daddy's sperm was already in my womb. Oh well, if I got pregnant, I got pregnant. At least I didn't have to worry about the father up and deserting me. I also didn't have to worry about my mother being annoyed at me giving her another baby to raise. After all, SHE was the one who insisted that I not use birth control. Two days later, I still couldn't believe I had done that. It was a week before I felt able to fuck Mike again, and almost a month before I tried getting HIM into my womb. It was no use. Even after having been previously opened up by Daddy, Mike just isn't long enough. I love him, but somehow it's not quite enough. My period came around on time, so at least I didn't have that worry. On the other hand, Momma has been looking at me like the cat who has the key to the canary's cage. I think she knows what I'm feeling. Damn! Why does Momma always have to be right? I don't know WHAT I'm going to do next week, when I'm fertile again. I don't REALLY want to do that again, do I? Even if I do, do I want to take yet another chance on getting knocked-up? At least I know that Momma wasn't lying when she wrote that story. Of course, anyone reading THIS one will probably have the same reaction: "That's Horseshit!"

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A short interlude with nieces II

"Uh, is Uncle Fred doing it yet, Momma?" grunted Sandra; her voice slightly stressed as she looked up at me. My daughter's tight little slit was gulping the straining member of my little brother's cock, which was almost white with the tension the engorged penis was applying to her body. I knew Fred had almost every inch of his swollen prick that would fit in the little girl's body stuffed inside her, and the pressure that was showing was tremendous. Somehow I knew that my daughter's vagina felt even more stuffed to her than it looked to me. But, just like her older sister, the little 11-year-old wasn't complaining though; just wondering whether her uncle was close to finishing or not. I was so proud of my girls. Not many little girls would let their own uncle fuck them, cum in them, and even knock them up, like Fred was about to do to her, had done to her big sister, and would do to their younger sibling, who was watching her uncle and older sisters mating before it became her turn to feel her own uncle jerking and spasming his baby into her womb where it belonged. I still couldn't believe I had ever come up with this incredibly sexy idea of mating all three of my daughters to my baby brother... but that didn't stop me once I got the idea firmly planted in my head. The moment Sarah had her first period, I first broached the idea to my little brother; and it hadn't taken more than a month or two before he realized I was serious. Being a true pedophile, that was enough. That's why I was now here watching my sexy little brother sliding his thick prick up in the flat little belly of my second oldest daughter and squirting his thick white cum into her welcoming belly... just like he did an hour earlier, with the two girls' big sister. I watched closely to be sure my brother did it right too; and didn't pull out until every thick drop of potent seed was in the child's womb, getting her pregnant with her own uncle's baby like we both wanted (and I'm sure that her uncle wanted too). "I think he's doing it right now, Honey," I replied; as I watched my brother's body go stiff, while he jammed his swollen member as far up in the child's body as he could. I knew Sandy no longer needed me to tell her that her uncle was planting his baby inside her tummy; as it was now obvious from the frantic shoving and thrusting that the older man was even then ejaculating gob after gob of incestuous sperm in her ripe and fertile young womb, where we all had worked so hard to get it. "Oh God, oh God, I'm doing it," groaned Fred; almost vibrating in his efforts to slide in and out of the child, while also trying to make sure every drop of his potent seed found its way into my daughter's welcoming young womb where hopefully at least one of his sperm would ripen her waiting eggs. With any luck, the little girl would be carrying her own uncle's baby before the hour was out... and her little sister too, an hour or two later. It took some convincing that I meant it; but I finally got Fred to promise the girls he would not only fuck each of my daughters as often as they wanted it, but that he would actually get each of them pregnant with his babies as often as he is able to. With any luck at all, my little brother could father four or even five kids on each of the girls before they get out of grade school. God, I sure hope so. No, it might not be exactly *right* for me to have my own pedophile little brother fuck, cum inside, and actually impregnate all three of my horny little girls... one of them before she reaches the third grade.... ....But that doesn't keep me from doing it, either. The thrill of watching your own brother jerking and shaking on top of your daughters, while his prick jerks and spasms the little girls' tight little tummies full of his babies, is a feeling that every mother should have at least once. Thank Goodness my horny little brother doesn't mind doing this for the girls, and even realizes how much it means to a horny slut like me.

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My Little Sister

"... Billy yet?" Hearing my name from my little sister's bedroom got my attention. Usually, I don't pry into Chrissie's business or even Cindy's when they have friends over to visit. However, being in charge while Momma and Daddy are on vacation makes me pay a little more attention to my sisters, especially when my name is mentioned. Our cousin Melanie was staying over (Momma had given her permission before she left, with the understanding that they were both to do anything I said while I was in charge). When Momma first said that, I spent a few moments fantasizing about the "anything" I'd like to have my cute little cousin do. Then Momma caught my eye. She didn't say anything, but I am almost certain she knew what I was thinking. I wonder if it was my imagination, but as she was giving Chrissie last-minute instructions, I could almost swear she smiled. Anyway, I listened a little closer to what was going on in my 9-year-old little sister's bedroom. Cindy was playing outside, so I wasn't worried about her catching me eavesdropping on her older sister. "Oh no. I couldn't. He's my big BROTHER!" "So what? Mike is MY big brother." I wondered what Melanie was talking about. My mind almost exploded in sexual fantasies before I realized that the little girl was probably talking about playing some kind of prank on me. I decided I'd better keep on listening, if only in self-defense. Eight and nine-year-old little girls' pranks could be painful sometimes. "You don't mean you actually? ..." Chrissie's voice trailed off. "Uhuh. You should try it. It feels good!" Melanie's voice was almost a giggle. My jaw dropped. Melanie couldn't mean what I thought she did, could she? "But what if he? ... I meant that white-stuff. What if it gets inside me?" "White-stuff?" I thought. She couldn't mean... She did. "So what?" said Melanie. "My big brother's been squirting his white-stuff up inside my tummy, for over two years now. As I said, it feels good." "No." "Yep. Of course, it doesn't feel as good as when Daddy does it, but he's a lot bigger than Mike. He squirts a lot more white-stuff in me too." Chrissie's voice was almost a whisper, "You FATHER puts his 'thing' in you too? Since you were 6 years old? I don't believe it." "Of course not, dummy. I said Mike did. Daddy's only been able to get his thing in me for about a month or so. Before that, it wouldn't fit. Still, if you think THAT'S something, you should see Ginny do it." "Oh my God!" Chrissie sounded like she had a hard time believing our little cousin. I didn't blame her. I almost didn't believe it myself. Still, that didn't keep me from having the biggest hard-on in my life. Much as I normally would have been ashamed of myself for listening in on my little sister and cousin, you couldn't have pulled me away from that doorway now, with a whole team of horses. It sounded like our cousin was not only fucking her big brother and her daddy as well, but she was trying to talk my little sister into... into... into fucking ME? Wow! I wasn't sure if I wanted her to succeed, or not, but I knew I was definitely interested. Aw, who am I kidding? Once I figured out what Melanie was talking about, I wanted her to succeed so bad, I could almost taste it. The thought of slipping my big cock up inside my 9-year-old little sister's tight little slit, almost had me wasting my sperm in a stream down the leg of my swimsuit, instead of up inside the belly of either of the two little girls in the other room, where it belonged. "Well," I thought to myself, "even if she DOESN'T convince my sister, maybe I can get in her tight little panties, instead." It turned out, that Melanie had almost the same idea. "Well," she pouted, "if you don't want to, do you mind if I do?" "With Billy?" My little sister's voice was muffled. "Why not? He's such a hunk. God, if he were here right now, I'd... Oh. Oh don't stop. Unh. Oh God, why can't Daddy or Mike, or SOMEBODY be here to fuck me? It's been two days now, and I'm going to scream if I don't feel a cock inside me pretty soon." I figured that was my cue. Slipping out of my swim-trunks, I headed into my little sister's bedroom, naked as the day I was born. I knew I was asking for trouble, but if things worked out the way I hoped, it would be worth it. Of course, if they didn't... Well, Momma and Daddy could only kill me. For the chance to stick my cock in my cute little cousin's tight little hole, it was worth the risk. And if I got to stick it in my little sister as well... "You mean, you'd let Billy actually stick his 'thing' up inside you, and squirt that white-stuff in you, if he was here?" The muffled voice of my 9-year-old sister repeated my thoughts and asked the very question I was wanting to pose myself. As I entered the room, I could see why Chrissie's voice sounded muffled. The little girl was lying on her back on the bed, with her head towards me, and our little 8-year-old cousin was on top of her facing the other way. Chrissie's face was almost hidden between Melanie's thighs, and she was working two fingers in and out of our cousin's tight little slit. "EEeekk!" squeaked Chrissie, as she saw me approach, with my pre-cum dribbling cock sticking out in front of me like a billy-club. "You like that, do you?" came Melanie's voice. She obviously thought it was whatever she was doing to my little sister that had caused her to squeak. I shook my head at Chrissie and put my finger on my lips as I approached. Chrissie's eyes got real big, but she didn't say anything, as my sister watched me come up behind my cousin, where I pulled her sticky fingers out of the little girl and then replaced them with my cum-dribbling cock. "Oh don't stop, I... I... IIeeeEE! OH! Ohmigod! Oh, do it!" Melanie's voice rose almost to a shriek as I slid inside her. Whatever else she had been doing, I don't think the little girl had been lying about her big brother and father. I rubbed the knob of my prick up and down the little girl's crack only once, and then pushed it inside. I felt the little girl's hole stretch, stretch, then unbelievably stretch some more, as a tight ring surrounded the head of my prick, before snapping inside the little girl's cunny, where it clamped down on me with a pressure that was almost painful. Almost. I pulled out a fraction of an inch, then slid inside a little farther. I had grabbed my cousin by the waist as I worked to stuff even more of my engorged penis inside the little 8-year-old, while my own little sister watched in amazement. I would like to say I fucked the cute little kid for over an hour, before filling her tight little cunny with my sperm. The truth is: I had barely gotten a little more than two inches inside her when my cock started spewing thick sticky ropes of cum in her. Oh God! I wanted to be bottomed out in the little girl when I came in her, not just barely inside her! Hurriedly, I slid my still spewing cock out about an inch, then shoved it as hard as I could up inside her. This time, I was more successful. Almost 3/4 of my cock slid inside the little girl's body as, lubricated by the sperm I had already deposited in the child, and her own arousal, it found easier going. The tight ring slipped down almost to the base of my prick, just about the time Melanie's body realized what had happened and started milking and squeezing on the fat cylinder that was filling her tummy so nicely. I couldn't do any more. I just stood there behind the little girl and let myself go, spewing wave after wave of warm sticky seed into my own sexy 8-year-old cousin's tightly squeezing little slit, filling her tummy with every drop of incestuous sperm that I had in me. Melanie wasn't complaining. Once I started to slow down, and my frantic pulses of thick sticky cum slowed to squirts, and then just a dribble, the little girl pulled up, then pushed back as hard as she could, so that the rest of my cock slid all the way home inside her, where the last little dribbles of my cum trickled into her vagina, up next to her womb. I couldn't believe the little 8-year-old girl had taken all seven inches of my cock up inside her, but she obviously had. Her story about fucking her big brother and even her own father, suddenly seemed a lot more believable. All this time, nobody had said a word. I was suddenly embarrassed as I realized I had just walked up to my own cousin and fucked her tight little cunny; squirting her belly full of incestuous cum, without even a "How-do-you-do." I needn't have worried. "Oh boy, That was good!" murmured Melanie. "God, you're almost as big as Daddy, and I don't think even HE cums in me THAT good. I bet you shot enough sperm in me to knock up a regiment of little girls." OhmiGOD!"I'm sorry, Mel. I just didn't think!" I moaned. "What are we going to do?" My penis wilted like an overheated marshmallow at the thought of getting my favorite cousin in trouble. Melanie giggled. "Oh, don't be silly," she said, "You can cum in me all you want. Heck, I'm only 8 years old, you know. Momma didn't get pregnant until she was 16, and she was fucking her father, her big brother, her uncle, and Daddy, ever since she was nine. That's why you should fuck Chrissie here, while she can still enjoy it, without having to worry." "Pregnant?" asked Chrissie. "Don't worry about it," said Melanie. "It's something that happens when you get older, and your father squirts that white stuff up inside you. We're both too young to worry about that yet." I thought about stories I had heard about little girls as young as 10, with big bellies, but figured Melanie was right. No need to have my little sister worry about getting knocked up, when most girls don't get pregnant until they're at least 14. Besides, I hadn't even fucked Chrissie yet, only Melanie, and she was only eight. Still, even the thought of getting the little girl pregnant was enough to bring renewed life back into my penis. "Oooh, I feel that," said Melanie, squirming back a little, to seat my stiffening cock a little farther up inside her squeezing little tube. "But it's Chrissie's turn now. Why don't you slide that big thing up inside your little sister, so SHE can feel what it's like too?" With this, my cousin slid her tight little cunny off my prick, with an audible "pop" and started swinging my little sister around to where her bare little cunny was facing my still cum-dribbling prick. "But what if I don't? . . ." Chrissie's objections were ignored by Melanie, as she pulled on my prick, and directed it up against my little sister's crack. "See," she said, "that's your big brother's sperm dripping off the end of his cock. Wouldn't you like to feel that thick sticky white stuff spurting and sliding up inside your tummy where it belongs? I always like it, when Daddy squirts his baby juice up inside me where it belongs." "Huh? Baby juice?" asked Chrissie. "Forget it," said Melanie, "just ask your brother to squirt his sperm up in your tummy, where it belongs. I'm sure your big brother wouldn't mind doing that for you." Mind? Heck, I would have given a year's allowance for the chance to squirt my little sister's tight little cunny full of sperm. Melanie seemed to know that. On the one hand, she kept reassuring us how it was safe for me to squirt my sperm in my little sister, then on the other, she kept reminding me how I MIGHT be making a baby in the little girl, if I did. I kept telling myself that Melanie was right, Chrissie was MUCH too young to have a baby yet. My cock didn't believe it though. Just the thought of my little sister's flat little tummy bulging with my baby kicking and squirming inside, was almost enough to make me waste my cum all over the outside her 9-year-old belly, instead of inside it, where it belonged. Melanie seemed to sense this; and grabbing my leaking prick, she pushed the head of it down into Chrissie's little slit, before my sister could object any more. There was a slight popping sensation, and the head of my prick vanished into my little sister's body. "Ow!" said Chrissie. "Oh!" I groaned. I was almost ready to repeat my action with Melanie, and fill my little sister's womb with sperm, before I got all the way inside her. Almost. Luckily, having already squirted my cousin's tight little slit full of incestuous cum, not ten minutes before, I was able to hold out, while Chrissie got used to having her crack stuffed with her own brother's cock. Only for a minute though. Once Melanie saw that Chrissie was getting accustomed to feeling my cock inside her, she told me to, "Go on, Billy, Push it all the way up inside her." I was too horny to think straight, or even remember that Chrissie was still a virgin, unlike our younger cousin. Heck, I had been a virgin myself, not ten minutes before. I wasn't sophisticated enough to even think of my little sister having a problem. I mean, Melanie was almost a year younger than Chrissie, and SHE hadn't had any trouble taking all of my cock up inside her. So, why should I have known that Chrissie would? Yeah, I know; I'm rationalizing. I should have known. After all, I'm over 6 years older than my little sister. Yes, and I've had sex-education class, and everything. All I can say is: I didn't think about it. Didn't think... Got it? I jammed my cock up inside my little sister, like I had wanted to do with Melanie. Chrissie's eyes opened so wide, it was almost comical. There was a tearing ripping sensation, and suddenly my cock had vanished all the way up inside my little sister's body, and her tight little cunny-lips were tightly stretched around the base. Oh God, did that feel good. Chrissie was almost as tight inside as Melanie, and twice as hot. I knew I wouldn't last long, before I filled the little girl's tight little slit with my sperm. I did my best to hold still, so I wouldn't spoil it for my little sister, by cumming too soon. It's a good thing I did. The first thing I knew about something being wrong, was when Chrissie let out a screech that made me wonder if Momma could hear three states away. Chrissie wrapped her legs around me, trapping me inside her, as the unexpected pain in her belly struck her like a bolt of lightning. "OW!" she yelled again, then turned to Melanie, as the pain eased a little. "You didn't tell me it hurt!" she accused us. "Only the first time... Well, maybe the second, a little," said Melanie. "To tell the truth, it happened to me so long ago, that I'd forgotten it hurt the first time. I'm sorry, Chris, it'll feel a LOT better next time, believe me." "Well, if you're sure." Chrissie looked at both of us, for reassurance. We both nodded. "Heck, you just saw ME getting fucked," said Melanie. "It didn't seem to hurt ME, did it?" Reassured, Chrissie turned back to me. "Do it Billy," she said. "I don't want old 'blood and guts' here, to think I'm chicken." "Really, you'll like it next time," said Melanie. Both Chrissie and I ignored our little cousin. Chrissie, because she was trying to ignore the pain, and feel the good parts, and me, because I was trying to keep from cumming, before I had enjoyed the squeezing tightness of my little sister's cunny, as long as I had been dreaming about. I slid out about an inch, and then back inside my sister. "Ouch," said Chrissie. "Sorry," I said. I was, but not TOO sorry. The exquisite feel of my little sister's tight little tube squeezing and milking on my prick was almost too much. Still, I managed to hold off, and slid back out about another inch, and then slid all the way home in my sister's belly. "Oohh," said Chrissie. Then at my worried look, "It's OK, Billy, it's starting to feel good." I could tell. My little sister's cunny was rippling up and down my cock, like a milking machine. It was too much. I couldn't wait, until Chrissie reached her orgasm, as much as I wanted to. My prick exploded in my little sister's belly. Pulse after pulse of warm sticky sperm spat out of the bloated head of my penis, and into the warm welcoming recesses of my own little sister's tight little belly. As I suddenly began squirting my sperm in my little sister, I vaguely became aware of my 8-year-old cousin hugging and kissing me, while she encouraged me to, "Do it Billy, cum in her. Squirt your sperm in your little sister. Daddy always says he'd like to knock me up. How'd you like to do that to your little sister? Go on Billy do it. Squirt your nasty old sperm in the kid's belly, and let her feel what it's like to have a baby. Go on, squirt your nasty old baby-juice in your little sister, and knock the kid up." Melanie kept murmuring the nasty things in my ear, where Chrissie couldn't hear, but I could. It was almost too much. Even though I knew Chrissie was too young to have a baby yet, the thought of the little kid with a big belly, as my baby grew inside her, was too exciting for words. Melanie told me later, that her father had taught her how exciting it was to a man, to cum inside a woman, when he knew she was fertile, or there was at least a CHANCE he might be getting her pregnant. She wanted to give me that thrill, of knocking up my little sister, even though the chance wasn't really there. She told me later, that when she started having periods, she was going to let her daddy cum inside her, so he could at least have a CHANCE of getting her pregnant. At the time though, I only knew that my cousin's lewd suggestions were causing me to squirt more sperm in my little sister, than I thought I had in me. After a while, I didn't. My little sister had it all. I only stopped when I felt the last little dribble of cum ooze into Chrissie's tight little crack. I felt like I would never fuck again, as my limp cock finally slipped from my little sister's crack, and flopped down on my leg. Chrissie just lay there, with an obscene white bubble of my seed oozing up out of her freshly-fucked little crack. "Oooh," she said, "can we do it again? It was starting to feel good there, at the end." For a moment, there was silence. Then, first Melanie started to giggle, then I did. After a minute, Chrissie got the joke, and started to giggle as well.About a minute later, we were all howling with laughter, clutching each other madly, as we choked and spluttered. It was like this that our little sister found us. "Hey! What's so goddamn funny?" said Cindy, not even noticing that we were all naked, let alone the white greasy sperm dribbling out of her cousin and big sister's cracks, or streaking my prick with white. "I thought I heard a scream, like someone was getting hurt," she grumbled, "and what do I find, but three idiots laughing like hyenas. Humph!" This set us all off on another round of howling laughter. Cindy finally stalked off when she realized she wasn't going to get much sense out of the three of us. She never even noticed the almost overpowering smell of sex that permeated the room. Later, we had to open the windows for two hours before the smell reduced to just a sexy memory. Well, that was the start. That night, after Cindy had gone to bed, Melanie and Chrissie sneaked into my room, where we did it again. Only this time, not being so over-sexed, by it being the first time for me, I was able to get Chrissie off (with Melanie's help) before I filled the little girl's womb with incestuous sperm. After I did Chrissie, I fucked Melanie again. God, is that kid tight! Even after squirting my sperm in my little sister, I could barely get my cock all the way inside the little kid before I filled HER belly with thick greasy cum. I needn't have worried though, as feeling me pissing my sperm in her tummy was all the little girl needed to get her off as well. Melanie tells me that I'm almost as good a fuck as her daddy is, and I've just started. I think she's just humoring me. But on the other hand, I don't have any evidence to the contrary, as she always seems to get off on feeling me squirt my sperm inside her. I asked her if her father and big-brother weren't missing her, since she wasn't there to make them squirt in her, like she usually did. Melanie told me not to worry, as her little sister Ginny had been only too happy to take over the job of getting both her father and big brother off. God! Ginny's only 5 years old (Well, almost 6.) The thought of that little kid taking her father's big cock (Which Melanie says is slightly bigger than mine.) up inside her tight little hole, almost had me cumming, without even touching my cousin. Then I thought about how tight she must be inside: Even tighter than Melanie; and I came all over my cousin's hand. Melanie surprised me. She didn't get a rag and clean it up. The little girl bent over, and took my still-spewing cock in her mouth, and SUCKED up every sticky drop, not stopping, until she had licked it all up, including what I had at first "wasted" all over her hand. God that felt good. Melanie then showed Chrissie how to do it, and told me that her father sometimes preferred this to actually cumming inside her cunny. I guess. Not me though. Once Melanie found out how I felt about her little sister, she promised to send her over sometime, so that I could squirt my sperm inside the little girl. (She did too.) It was about a week later, when Ginny came over one afternoon. I must have fucked the little kid about 5 times; leaving about a gallon of sperm in the little girl's tight little hole. I was right. The kid was unbelievably tight. Not only that, but she was short inside too. I was only able to get a little over half my prick inside the little girl before I bumped up against her cervix. I would have been happy to fuck the little kid with only half my prick, she was so tight; but Ginny insisted that I push my cock ALL the way up inside her anyway. She insisted that it wouldn't hurt her; so I did. After pushing real hard, for a second or two, I felt an inner ring slide down over the head of my prick, like an incredibly tight vagina-within-a-vagina. After catching her breath, Ginny told me I had my prick inside her womb; and she wanted me to fuck her that way; and squirt my baby-juice inside her womb, just like her father and big brother did. The thought was too much. I did just as the little girl asked; filling the child's womb with squirt after squirt of thick sticky sperm. It was no wonder that Uncle Bob, and Mike didn't miss Melanie, with this cute little sperm-extraction device in the house. I told this to Ginny, and she giggled. Then she asked me to do it again. I did; and again, and again. As I said, I must have left about a gallon of sperm in the cute little kid's tight little belly. Every drop of it went right into the little girl's womb too. Ginny never went to the bathroom, that afternoon; and I know she never leaked a drop. When the little girl left, she must have had every drop of my sperm still held inside her womb, by the tight little muscles of her cervix. Ginny told me she was going home, and lie down, so it could soak in. Well, I could imagine her lying down but I don't imagine she got much rest; as her father and big brother were both waiting over there, to hear what happened. I imagine that by the time the little girl went to sleep that night, she must have been carrying about THREE gallons of incestuous cum inside her tight little tummy. After that, I would occasionally fuck the little kid, but mostly I fucked Melanie. Well, actually, I mostly fucked Chrissie. I mean, that between the two sisters, I must have fucked Melanie about four or five times to each time I fucked her little sister. Melanie was always incredibly tight, but Ginny, WOW! I guess, it's a good thing that Ginny didn't make a play for me (she preferred her father, and big brother) as I would have probably been in the hospital, from overexertion. That little kid could fuck the whole family under the table. In a way, that's why Melanie was so available. With her little sister draining her father and big brother, the little girl would quite often come over to see me, so she could get some relief. As I say though; mostly I fucked Chrissie. After that weekend, Chrissie started sneaking into my bed every night and fucking me, so she could get to sleep. Usually, she'd fall asleep in my bed, and I would quite often slip my prick up into the little girl's tight little hole, and go to sleep with my prick still dribbling sperm in the little girl. In the morning, I would usually fuck Chrissie again; and start her off in the morning with a fresh load of baby-juice soaking in her womb. Then she would sneak back into her room, before Cindy woke up. Cindy never did figure out what was going on. She knew that Chrissie and I had some big secret we shared with our cousin, but never did figure out what it was. This went on, for almost the whole month that Momma and Daddy were gone. I'd usually fuck Chrissie two or three times a day, and maybe once or twice at night. It seemed like I must have spasmed the little girl's womb full of incestuous cum over a hundred times, in the month Momma and Daddy were away. Melanie would come over once or twice a week, and I would usually manage to sneak at least ONE quick squirt in her tummy, whenever she did. Sometimes, we managed to almost repeat that first afternoon, and I would fuck first Melanie, and then my sister, and then start over again until my peter was too soft to go into even the most slack and willing of holes, let alone the tight little slits of my sister and cousin. I would usually manage to leave at least two good squirts of sperm in both Melanie's tight little tunnel, and another two or three squirts of baby-juice in my little sister's squeezing little slit, as well. For a super-horny 16-year-old boy, it was like heaven. Only a Moslem-heaven, with two always-ready houris to service my every sexual need. Then our parents came back from their vacation/second-honeymoon. After that, Chrissie couldn't sneak into my bedroom every night, so it became a lot harder for us to fuck. Sometimes we had to wait, until Melanie came over, so that one of the two could act as lookout, while I fucked the other one. Still, even then it was a rare day that I didn't fuck my little sister at least once; sending her out to play in the morning, or at least to bed at night, with a fresh helping of her own big brother's seed warming her cute little tummy. I don't know how long we could have gone on like this, without being caught; as Cindy was getting more and more suspicious; and it was getting harder and harder to slip my prick in my little sister, without any one catching us. But about three months after we started, it became obvious what we were doing anyway. That day, Momma took us down to buy school clothes for the coming semester. Yeah, you guessed it. Chrissie's pants were too tight. At first, Momma didn't believe it, when she got first a size-larger, then THREE sizes larger, and the dress STILL wouldn't fit around Chrissie's waist. When only a "short-plump" style dress that was five-times larger than what she had worn the year before, fitted Chrissie, Momma knew something was wrong. Up to then, Chrissie had always been the "tall-slim" type, so Momma knew she had better find out what was going on. At first, Momma was worried that Chrissie might have a tumor or something. Then Momma saw our faces, and figured everything out. Momma left the clothes in the aisle of the store, called Daddy at work, and headed for home. Chrissie and I figured we were in for it. That night was sheer torture.Momma and Daddy didn't say a word to either of us, but they called our uncle and aunt from next door, and even Grandpa from across town. The first intimation Chrissie and I had that things were going to be OK was when Grandpa came over. He stopped on the way to the living room, where our parents were still huddled, and looked us over. "So, these are the two lovebirds, huh?" he said with a twinkle in his eye, then patted me on the back, saying, "Good boy," before heading in to join our parents. That night, when we headed off to bed, Daddy interrupted Chrissie as she headed for her room. He grabbed her by the arm and steered her down the hall to MY room, saying, "Aren't you going to sleep with your brother, Chrissie?" Both Chrissie and I gaped at Daddy as he pushed her inside with me. Daddy gave us both a big grin and said, "You take good care of your little sister, Billy. She's going to need a lot of loving before that baby gets here." "Baby?" said Chrissie, looking at me puzzled, "What baby?" "Our baby," I explained. Then I had to spend the rest of the night (well, almost all) explaining to her just what had happened, how babies were made, and what would happen to her now. Part of it was fun, as I got to demonstrate several times just how babies were made. Chrissie still liked to screw just as much as ever. The only REAL regret she had was that she hadn't known we were making a baby in her tummy when we did it. I'm STILL apologizing for that one. Still, I hadn't really known she COULD get pregnant at that age. It turned out that far from being mad at the two of us for fucking, Momma and Daddy are proud that we love each other enough to do it right and make a baby. Most boys are so afraid of knocking their little sisters up that they won't even screw them, let alone squirt their sperm right up inside their little sister's unprotected belly like I did and make a baby in her. As I said, Momma and Daddy are proud of me for making a baby in my little sister. So proud, in fact, that they sent Cindy down to join us a few weeks later so that I could get her pregnant too. Momma had me show Cindy how I squirted my sperm in Chrissie's belly to get her pregnant. Then, she had me take my still sperm-dripping penis and put it up inside our little sister, so she could feel what it's like to have a baby too. At first, Cindy whimpered a little (she didn't want to 'chicken out' in front of the whole family). Then she let me squirt my sperm inside her, so she could be a "big girl" like Chrissie. God, was the little shit tight! I always thought Ginny was tight, but I almost couldn't get my prick inside Cindy! (Of course, Ginny had already been fucked by her big brother and father.) Even once I DID get inside her, I could only get about half my prick up her tight little snatch. Still, even HALF of your prick inside a girl as tight as Cindy is better than ALL of your prick in most girls. (I found this out later.) When I was fucking Cindy and was just about to cum inside her, I wondered how Chrissie was taking it. I mean, it looked like she was, at the very least, going to have to share me every night with her little sister. At the most, Momma seemed to expect me to do my best to impregnate Cindy, so Chrissie would only get what was left over. I needn't have worried. I was just in time to see my little sister Chrissie slide down Daddy's big cock, making her slightly bulging tummy bulge even more as she said, "Ooh Daddy! That feels so good." Chrissie wasn't going to be neglected. That was too much for me. The erotic sight of my father sliding his enormous prick in one little sister, while my prick was squeezed by the unbelievably tight snatch of the other one, was too much. I jerked and shook and squirted a big healthy stream of sperm in my 7-year-old little sister. God, did that feel good! Especially when Cindy began clamping and squeezing on me and begging me to "Squirt the white-stuff that makes babies in me." I did. Squirt after squirt of thick sticky cum slid into the little girl's belly as I did my best to impregnate my own 7-year-old sister. Momma, Daddy, and even Chrissie encouraged me to do it. No, we all know there isn't really much chance that Cindy will really get pregnant. Still, Momma wants to give her every opportunity, if she can. Momma says it would be so cute to have Cindy start the first-grade with a big tummy. Come to think of it, I think so too. Chrissie's belly is a lot bigger now, but she still likes to fuck. She says that Daddy feels even better than me inside her, and he can squirt so much more of that white-stuff in her than I do. Chrissie told me she wants to have a baby by Daddy, but both Momma and Daddy say she's got to have at least one more by me before she has Daddy's. Chrissie doesn't mind too much, as she says she likes fucking me almost as much. Besides, it's going to be nice to have a little sister for our son to fuck. (Well, we don't KNOW it's going to be a boy, and that our next one will be a girl, but that's what we're hoping for.) In the meantime, I've been fucking Cindy even more than I used to fuck Chrissie. By the third time, I even managed to get my cock ALL the way up inside the little girl, by doing the same thing I was used to doing with Ginny. Yes, I pushed the head of my cock right up inside the little girl's womb and squirted my sperm inside where it belonged. We've been doing this all the time now. Usually, I even manage to go to sleep with the head of my prick still dribbling sperm in my little sister's tight little womb. Her cunny is so tight that it almost always keeps the head of my penis trapped inside her womb, even when it gets soft. Feeling my little sister's vagina gently squeezing on my cock all night makes me have lots of wet-dreams. Usually, I wake up in time to feel Cindy's uterus clamp down on my squirting cock as I piss my little 7-year-old sister's womb full of wet sticky cum. Once in a while, I get a little too violent when I cum and wake Cindy up. She usually goes right back to sleep though, once she knows it's just her big brother squirting his sperm in her womb where it belongs. Cindy likes the feeling of my sperm inside her, and Momma makes sure I give her all she wants. Momma told Cindy to tell her if I don't squirt my white-stuff inside her at least once a day. Once a day. Hah! That's a laugh. If I don't leave at least 4 helpings of thick sticky baby-juice in the kid's tight little tummy, then it's been a pretty poor day. Yes, I still fuck Melanie once in a while, though with both Cindy and Chrissie vying for my sperm, it's tough to find extra to squirt in her. Of course, Ginny can always get a little extra, being so tight. I almost like to squirt my sperm in HER womb as much as in either of my little sisters. When it gets to be too much for me, Momma has Daddy help me out by having Chrissie sleep with him. She won't let Cindy take Daddy's sperm inside her though, until I get her pregnant. Cindy's a little disappointed, as she knows this might be two or three years, or even longer, before our baby starts to grow in her tummy. Still, we both realize how lucky she is to be born in a family that lets her fuck at all. Some kids don't get to fuck until they leave home, let alone fuck their own father. Cindy's dream of at least FINISHING the first grade with a big tummy seems to get less and less likely every day, though we keep trying. Both of my sisters are glad Momma and Daddy love them enough to let them fuck me and even have babies as soon as possible. Having to wait before Daddy makes a baby in them is worth it. Most girls don't get to fuck their parents at all, let alone have their babies. We're all glad that OUR parents care about us enough to let us do this. Oh yes, Melanie was over the other day, visiting Chrissie like usual. I stopped in and managed to fuck both of them, almost like the first time. Just as I was about to fill Melanie's tummy with sperm, she told me that she had just missed her period and there was a chance the baby was mine. Just a chance, mind you, as it was probably her father's, maybe her big brother's, but there's still just a chance it might be mine. My prick felt like it grew a foot-long, and I must have pumped an extra quart of baby-juice in the kid's tight little hole. I hadn't even known the little kid was even HAVING periods yet, let alone missing any. Melanie says it's because she deliberately never told anybody. That way, her father wouldn't take precautions. Melanie didn't mind getting pregnant, and she wanted us all to have a chance to be the one who did it. Even me. Someday, I've got to figure a way to thank that little girl for all she's done for me. When I told her this, Melanie patted her tight little tummy and said, "Maybe you already have." I almost left another quart of sperm in the kid's squeezing little sleeve, but I remembered I had my sister still waiting for me to squirt inside her. Having a big belly seems to make my little sister even hornier, if possible. God, I love those little girls. All four of them.

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/llsister.txt

On Meyer's Campus

"Sandy?" I asked. "What's an 'Orc'?" My new roommate (FEMALE!) mumbled up from her studies, "A what? An org? Like in whatever-dot-org? That stands for 'organization, like dot-com stands for 'commercial business'. OK?" I looked over at her. At five-six, and 160 pounds, I could have gotten a lot prettier roommate... On the other hand, I could have done a lot worse too. Italian, and light-brown-haired, her face was more pretty than beautiful. But she was definitely female; and with my hormones running out of control, that was what I needed at the moment in a roommate. Besides, what interests I didn't have, she did. Which is why I asked her the question. "No, not 'org'," I corrected her. "'Orc.' 'O-R-C' It says here, the tower was overrun by orcs. I looked the word up; and even the unabridged didn't have it!" Sandy giggled. Her sandy-colored hair just looking like its namesake; flowing in waves (or better yet, dunes) around her face. "Don't read much fantasy, do you?" she asked/replied. "Fantasy? You mean like Fairies and such?" I asked. "Tolkien. Goblins, orcs, and evil created beings," she explained. "Never heard of them," I replied. "Well," she asked, "do you know what a goblin is?" "Short for 'gobble-un'," I replied. "A boogy-man that would gobble-you-up if you weren't good. Something to scare kids with. Why?" "Well, Orc is another word for goblin... a mean, created nasty intelligent being... and yes, something to scare kids with." "Oh. Thanks, Sandy." I went back to perusing the book which suddenly made more sense. All the while I was conscious in the background of my mind of the presence of my new roommate. Somehow, in the next two or three hours, the two of us were going to have to get ready for bed... and the fact that at Meyer's College the students went two to a room, with only ONE bed was looming larger and larger as time went on. You've heard of "Harrad College" or "The Harrad Experiment"? Well, the parents of the kids at Meyer's college had decided that the "experiment" didn't go far enough. Yes, SOME parents remember just how horny and frustrated THEY were is school... and how being forcibly separated from opposite-sex pairings made things so hard, when hormones were at their highest. So, instead of just putting opposite-sex roommates together with separate beds and the expectation that they MIGHT have sex together, here at Meyer's they put opposite sex roommates together in the same bed... NAKED... with the stipulation that we WOULD have sex together. If we found ourselves incompatible, then we had up to two weeks to rearrange things to find compatible bed-partners, or we would be moved to a nearby, more "normal" college, where access to the opposite sex was about as available as it is in jail. I was lucky I guess, to get somebody as compatible as Sandy. Still, I understand that the faculty spent hundreds of hours of computer time working out the pairings. For sure I had spent enough time peregrinating from one room to another, filling out forms, taking seemingly senseless tests, and answering embarrassing questions, before they ever let me into this place... or even let me know what it was, for that matter. My parents had known, of course. But I hadn't. I presume that Sandy and all the other kids had been put through similar batteries of tests. I finally closed up the book. Far from being horny or excited, I was almost frightened. Yes, frightened. Frightened that she would find me ugly or incompatible. Frightened that she might find me a lousy-lover. (After all, I was a virgin. What did *I* know about satisfying a girl, except those sex stories on the net? Well... at least I had SOME idea about what a clitoris was, and that girls were supposed to like oral sex. But that was all from reading. Reality is different.) Most of all though, I guess I was frightened that Sandy would laugh at me. After all, pretty girls like her got all the sex they could ever want. All she had to do was say, "Yes," to the first guy that asked her. Well... that just goes to show how abysmally ignorant a guy can be. "Uh...," I started; then stopped; blushing. "Uh...," Sandy repeated back at me. At first, I thought she was making fun of my shyness... until I noticed that her face was as flaming red as mine was. Somehow, knowing Sandy was as embarrassed as I was made it easier for me. "Uh... you want to get ready for bed now?" I asked. "I won't look, if you don't want me to." Sandy blushed even brighter, if possible. "They said we were supposed to get used to seeing each other dress and undress," she responded; reminding me of the edicts about modesty (or lack thereof) the staff had made clear to each of us. "If we don't start right away, it won't get any easier. If we aren't sleeping together naked by this weekend, well, you know the rules...." "Oh." She was right. "Uh... do you want to go first, or should I?" Sandy just blushed even redder; almost turning red as a beet. I figured it was up to me. So, trying to act nonchalant, I shrugged my shirt off over my head. Then, barely remembering to remove my shoes first, my pants soon followed. Sandy stared at me like a bird fascinated by a snake. Trying to not show how embarrassed I was, I wondered whether to inch my briefs down, or simply yank them off. I finally decided to just take them off normally, and did so. Standing there naked, with a fully dressed girl staring at me like a frightened dove, was both embarrassing... and ego-building. Here SHE, with all her sexual experience was more scared than I was. "Uh? Aren't YOU going to get undressed too?" I asked. Sandy's color had faded a bit to merely pink; but then flashed red again at my question. "Uh... could you do me a favor?" she asked. Darn. I had SO wanted to see her undress. While I was fairly sure we both WOULD be snuggling naked together under the sheets in short order, the prospect of seeing her naked (and GETTING naked) in front of me, would have satisfied some internal craving I hadn't realized I had until then. "I suppose I COULD turn my back, if you want me to," I said, disappointedly. "No... I mean... I want you to...," she stumbled. "Could you undress me... at least, for our first time?" Once again, Sandy was beet-red in embarrassment. Me? I was walking three feet above the floor. "You want ME to undress you?" I asked; not really believing it. "Please?" she asked. "You don't have to, if you don't want to." Yeah... I didn't want to, like a guy three days in the desert without water didn't want an ice-cold lemonade. Uhuh. Somehow, without ever remembering covering the distance between us, I found myself unbuttoning Sandy's blouse. She held her arms out in accommodation; as I struggled with the buttons. Now you'd THINK that the feel and look and knowledge of the soon-to-be-naked girl I was undressing would be what stimulated my brain (and the little-brain in my prick) into overdrive. However, while the feel of smooth FEMALE skin under my fingers (I couldn't HELP but touch her body on occasion.) and the look of Sandy's firm young breasts, first under the incredibly sexy black brassiere, and then standing firm, conical, naked, and nipple-erect right next to my face, along with similar views (and feels!) of her soft rounded belly and... and... and.... I just couldn't THINK of what was coming next. No, it wasn't THOSE things that put my brain into overload. It was the SMELL of her. No, not raunchy, stinky, or nasty. There must be some pheromones in the hair alone of sexy young girls that drives men mad with passion. For sure it did me. Ad that to the smell of her skin almost shoved in my nose as I peeled first the blouse off, then worked for desperate minutes to unsnap that beastly-designed man-hater the bra, and finally pulling her pants down, with my nose almost buried in her navel... and I was done for. When I reached for Sandy's black matching panties, well... the smell of sexually aroused woman would be enough to drive a eunuch up the wall. I was no eunuch; and Sandy was enough woman, even at only 16, to satisfy any man. thank God she was "legal age", not "jailbait". I'm not sure I could have stopped what I was doing if I had found out she was only 13, or even younger. Still, the college in this as in all other matters, had been quite careful to ensure that ALL students, even those pushed ahead, were old enough for all of the planned "extracurricular activities" that they intended to help their college put out the finest of graduates. "Mmmmm. I can see that you LIKE me," commented Sandy, as I pulled her last garment down her legs. Removing the panties left me with my nose almost in the light brown fur of her bush. That was the first words she made since I started undressing her. (Well, if you don't count, "Oooh," and a giggle or two, when I touched her in unexpected spots.) I looked down...And my new roommate was right. I was sporting an erection that was truly amazing for me. On the previous occasion I had measured myself, I had found a mere six inches... barely half the ruler... and that was pushing it. Right now, my swollen prick both looked and felt almost two inches bigger. Illusion or not, I knew a sexy girl like Sandy was responsible for it. "I do," I said... and meant it. For several minutes (or was it several hours?) Sandy and I stood there, staring at each other. She had brown hair, a cute face with a rather large turned-up nose, slightly buck-teeth, a wide smile, and incredibly perky breasts. Her tummy was... Shit, I had to stop before I came all over the carpet. While not the modern-day beauty that some people think about, Sandy COULD have posed for Rubens... but not quite that good in the face. She wasn't fat. Not the tiniest hint of cellulite. But she WAS "pleasingly plump." For the first time, I knew what that phrase REALLY meant. "May I?" I asked, holding out my arms. It took Sandy a second or two to get my point... then she was in my arms, hugging me. Somehow it didn't seem right to kiss her... yet. The feel of a naked, squirming, real-live girl in my arms was incredible. Sandy could feel my reaction too. "We'd better get in bed, before you waste that thing down my leg," she giggled, pointing at where a wet streak of slimy pre-cum was wetting her thigh. The flush of hot embarrassment was enough to make my prick droop... and forestall the truly humiliating experience of squirting thick white cum all over her leg, instead of up inside her sexy young belly where it belonged. It was a race to see how fast we could make it into bed together, without getting in each other's way. Somehow, we managed. "Are you ready?" I asked. It was certainly obvious that I was! "Don't be silly, I've been waiting for YEARS," panted Sandy in my ear. "Now push!" "Not half as long as I have, Honey," I told myself. It may have been a year or two since she last got laid... but *I* had been waiting all my life! Still, about being ready, I guess she was right. Sandy's crotch was fully as slippery as the tip of my prick... which had been drooling pre-cum for several minutes now. I pushed. "Ow!" "Dammit!" "Shit." "Why won't it go?" From incredible sexiness, to incredible frustration, both for me and for Sandy. We couldn't get it in! It took three tries before Sandy finally reached down between the two of us and held the tip of my prick steady while I forced it in. I was amazed. I had previously thought a woman's vagina was in FRONT of her... not so far back it was literally in the middle between her legs. If I had thought, it would have made sense though... a woman had to have a baby come out there... not out her front. Suddenly I wasn't thinking about such things. There was a snapping sensation, and then my prick was enveloped in slick wet heat that sucked and milked and... and OH SHOOT! Yeah, I wasn't more than about five seconds inside her when I lost it, shooting thick white streams of cum in jet after thick white jet of sticky cum into her waiting fertility. I was barely aware of Sandy working madly back, as her hips made gyrations I hadn't known hips could make, to milk my spurting prick of each precious drop of sperm I had in me. It was only when we were both calming down that I realized what had happened. We had been so involved we had forgotten to take precautions! Right then, my sperm might be approaching her ovum and creating a new life within her. "I'm sorry," I groaned. "I just forgot." "I didn't," she answered back. "I'm a GOOD Catholic Girl. My father would disown me if I didn't take your seed in me properly." "Your father?" I asked. "He believes in some of the old-style ways of doing things; like 'good girls' don't sleep around, even though he's trying to shed the image the Families have by embracing new thoughts and ideas. That's why I'm here," she explained. "Good girls don't use birth-control, and only sleep with one man at a time. Good Catholic girls, that is. Not even Daddy expects a modern woman to stay with one man forever, though. Nobody does, any more." "Families?" I had a sudden image of black-coated men in black limousines, spraying bullets at my tumbling body. "Your family is Mafioso?" I shivered. "Upstarts," smiled Sandy, pulling me back into her embrace. "Huh?" I asked. "My family is Camorra," she explained. "The Mafia are newcomers." Somehow, that didn't make me feel better. "Your father..." I started, then looked down in horror. A red streak on the girl's thigh gave mute evidence that Sandy was no more experienced than I was. "You were a virgin," I whispered. "Oh my God, I'm sorry. I didn't know." "I had to lose it sometime," she responded. "Besides, it was your first time too, wasn't it?" Somehow, that didn't make me feel better, either. "Your father..." I repeated, still thinking about what an Italian Don would do to somebody who debauched his little girl... and from the evidence of the red streak on my prick, I had just taken this little girl's virginity. "Daddy SENT me here, remember?" she reassured me. "If you did succeed in planting a little one in my tummy, then Daddy will grubstake you in business... to make sure you earn enough money to support the kid. OK?" Well, what COULD I say? "OK." We went back to the sublime task of making SURE that I had succeeded in planting my seed in her fertile young womb. It took me almost half an hour to recover, during which we both cleaned up, wiped the mess from between her legs and mine, showered together, and then snuggled close until we both felt the rising of my prick against her belly. As we did, we talked about her family, my family, her studies, my studies, and the things we would do together, whether or not she ever did end up pregnant. It's simply amazing how having sex together will break the ice and make you into friends, if you weren't before. The second time I slid inside her, there was none of the frantic urgency of our first coupling. This time, we both knew where her vagina was located, and how to get me inside her. I was also not so urgent that I was going to blow my seed all over the inside of her womb without her barely getting warmed up. It was actually squeakier and tighter getting inside her though. But Sandy soon warmed up. Before the night was over, she had gone from trembling innocent virgin to succubus intent on draining my body of every drop of precious seed stored in my prostate. I could see why the ancients had dreamed of demon-lovers like succubus and succubi who drained their victims by having sex with them until they succumbed to the insatiable appetites of their demon-lovers. Only... when I woke up the next morning, instead of feeling drained from a night of debauchery, I felt more alive and rested than ever before. I also felt more lecherous; and the sight of the naked young woman lying waiting and willing next to me, soon had me as ready and amorous as the night before. Luckily it was a weekend; as I don't think either Sandy or I could have stopped arousing each other during class... and who knows what might have happened then. I shudder at the prospect of what might happen over at the University, as they didn't have the expectation for their students that the College did. But... perhaps it wasn't really luck. The College staff had planned everything else fairly well, why not this? From shy virgin myself, I grew quite confident during that first weekend. I not only ejaculated about two quarts of thick white sperm in Sandy's always-receptive young belly; each time filling her womb with jet after jet of thick white baby-goo, as I did my best to both make up for 16 years of living like a priest, and also to start the life growing within Sandy that she seemed to want even more than I did. Why, I never could figure out. Besides that, I got to eat her hot little box (once Sandy figured out that I really WANTED to) several times, and even (yes really!) slid my prick one time all the way up inside her tight little ass. We both decided that was OK... but not nearly as much fun as squirting thick white gobs of baby-goo into her fertile young tummy where it really belonged. Even the two or three times Sandy sucked on me to get ready, we both were careful to save my ejaculations for inside her. Usually, you'd expect a teenager to be quite careful of letting a man actually cum inside her unprotected vagina. Sandy, on the other hand, seemed to WANT me to get her pregnant... as if she had something to gain by it, instead of it being a problem or "curse" like some women seemed to think. Well, if she wanted my baby, then I was quite willing to give it to her. It actually gave me hope that Sandy might look in favor on the idea of having me around permanently. Well, I could only hope.

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A short interlude with nieces I

"Uh, what's Uncle Fred doing, Momma?" grunted Jenny, her voice slightly strained as she pushed back at me, looking down at where my swollen prick was stretching her tight little slit and getting ready to spit thick, greasy gobs of pearly white incestuous cum into her defenseless young belly. "Don't worry, Honey," responded my big sister, looking proudly at where her pedophile brother's prick was about to fill her eldest daughter's womb with incestuous seed. "He's just cumming in you. I managed to get your uncle to promise he'd try and get each of you girls pregnant with his babies as often as he could. So I want you to squirm back at him and make sure Uncle Fred squirts his cum as far up in your tummy as he can, OK?" "Yes, Momma," replied Jenny, obediently working to take as much of my thick prick up inside her squeezing little slit as she could. Her two little sisters looked wide-eyed at the spectacle of their big sister and uncle mating like rabbits on the bed in front of them, where my prick was bulging in their older sister's belly, throbbing and squirting the child's developing womb full of her own uncle's incestuous seed. Their surprise, however, didn't keep either of the two naked little girls from fingering their own tight little slits in expectation of when I shortly would be doing the same thing to them as I was doing to their big sister. The sight of the two adorable children's fingers in their bare little slits made me squirt just that much harder into the older girl's squeezing cunny, in anticipation of how tight the two little girls' slits would feel when my prick first slid into their bodies, how their tight little cunnies would squeeze and clamp around my swollen prick, and how ecstatically good their clasping little tunnels would make my squirting penis feel when it was their turn for each of the adorable little girls to feel me ejaculate my sperm as far up in their cute little tummies as I was presently doing in their big sister's hot little hole. That even the nine-year-old was having periods and thus was as nubile and fertile as the barely teenaged girl I was squirting my cum inside at that very moment was more thrill at the prospect of actually fathering a child on each of the little girls, the thought of actually getting a girl that young pregnant with my sperm being incredibly erotic, than worry about what would happen if one, two, or all three of my sexy young nieces ended up with big bellies from this episode. The very thought of getting three such little girls in a family way made me ejaculate more sperm in their barely 13-year-old big sister than I thought I had in me, while Marcia silently egged me on, watching with fascination as I filled her oldest little girl's belly with my seed, knowing I would similarly be filling her two younger daughters' tummies with sperm, doing my best to knock both kids up as fast and as often as I could, as soon as I could get it up after pumping my baby into the older girl's fertile young womb. I still couldn't believe that my kinky big sister really *wanted* me, her own pedophile brother, to fuck, cum inside the fertile young bellies of, and then actually get all three of her nubile young daughters, including the two cute little pre-teens, my own three adorably sexy little nieces of whom I had been having wet-dreams about squirting thick gray gobs of my sticky sperm right up inside each of their cute little tummies for years, pregnant with their own uncle's babies. But that didn't keep me from doing it anyway. Feeling a cute little girl's tight little cunny clamping and squeezing about your squirting prick while you spasm your sexy young niece's cute little tummy full of your babies is a sensation that every uncle should feel at least once. Thank Goodness the girls seem to like it as much or even more than I do, and even seem to appreciate how good it feels to a pedophile like me.

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Tall Tales Night

"It's *my* turn? Are you sure?" A chorus of agreements. "Well, if you say so. That story your father told will be hard to top, but if you all insist." "OK. But the story I have to tell involves sex ... LOTS of sex, and ...." "Mom! We're BIG girls now." "Yeah, Mom." "OK." <Sigh.> "You girls do grow up so fast. Still, I was a lot younger than you when ... But that's part of my story." "Mom!" "OK. OK. I'll get to it. Now I want you all to understand this story I'm about to tell is God's own truth. If there's anything that seems a little out-of-order, it's probably because of my poor memory after all these years. I'm telling the story as I remember it, not necessarily exactly as it happened." |Whispered:| >"Why do all really *big* lies start out with the teller saying, `It's God's own truth?"`< "Marie! Who's telling this lie, you or me?" "Sorry Mom." <Giggle.> "I don't really remember the first time I had sex. Mom had me sleeping with my brothers since long before I even remember. Since later-on Mom usually moved the babies out of cribs when they were about three years old, I assume she moved me into the bedroom with Danny, Tim, and Bill when I was about that old myself. I never did ask her. "I never did have my own bed when sleeping at home. In the bedroom I shared with my three big brothers, there were two `standard' full-sized beds, and none of them were assigned to any one of us. The first to head for bed would just pick a bed each night, and then the other three would pile in to whatever space was left. Usually the bed and side near the window was preferred ... unless it was in the winter, when the opposite bed and side near the heater was the one wanted. <Gasp.> >"Shhhhh!`< "Like I said, I don't really remember the first time I had sex with my brothers. It seemed like I was always doing it. From what I gathered later from the boys, I was probably sucking all three of them off from the time I was three years old or even younger; and they were making ME "feel good" by licking me "down there", feeling me up, rubbing my chest and body, and probably poking fingers up my crack too. I certainly don't remember ever having a virginity to lose, let alone any pain or problems losing it. "One of my earliest memories of anything sexual was lying on some flat surface ... It could have been one of the beds, the couch, or even the kitchen table with something soft on it, while kissing one of the boys (I think it was Bill, but it could have been any one of them.) and feeling his thick finger going in and out of my body while I lifted my bum to get it farther inside me. What was special about that particular moment I guess, was looking up and seeing my mother watching. At first I was a bit scared she might make my brother stop ... but when Momma didn't say anything, I went back to enjoying what we were doing. And that's *all* I remember of that. I'm not sure how old I was then ... It could have been quite a while after I'd already started having sex; but near as I can figure, it was probably when I was about four years old. For sure it wasn't the first time for me, as it seemed so *normal* to be kissing one of my brothers while he finger-fucked me; forcing his thick finger all the way to the hilt in my body while I squirmed and tried to get it even deeper inside me. "Four years old, and already enjoying what today would be called `being molested.' Molested or not, I certainly never thought of it that way. `Molesting', to me, implies forcing unwanted sexual attention on somebody younger than you. For sure it wasn't exactly `unwanted' sexual attention, as I remember chasing my big brothers around, far more often than they ever came to me. "Even later, when I was six and past, and we were having regular sexual intercourse several times a day, it was more ME going after one of the boys and trying to get him to pork me than any of them trying to seduce his little sister. I didn't NEED seducing. I was `ready' almost all the time; and even the few times I wasn't, it was easy for the boys to talk me into helping them get off ... because I knew full well it would be ME begging one of THEM to get me off in an hour or two ... and turn-about *is* fair play. "Like I said, I don't really remember the first time I had sex. I was probably sucking the boys off (and having THEM suck ME off) since I was about three or so. I'm not sure when we first attempted vaginal intercourse; but I assume the boys had been jacking off in me for months, if not years, before one of them (probably Danny or Bill) got first the head of his prick inside me, and then later the whole thing. "Whatever. In any case, I'm pretty sure all three boys were not only fucking me like a grownup, but ejaculating sperm all the way up inside my little vagina by the time I was six and Billy was ten. Well ... OK ... Maybe Bill *didn't* actually cum in me until he was 11 or 12 ... but he sure liked porking me at least as much as our big brothers did. "At that time, I wasn't really aware of `having sex' as something special. It was just something the boys and I DID every day. I assumed everybody else did the same as I did; waking up next to one of my brothers, sometimes with his prick still inside me from the night before, feeling his prick going in and out of my body, sometimes while lying side-by-side, sometimes with my big brother on top of me, and sometimes with me on top; forcing my brother's penis as deep inside my body as I could get it to go, while shivering and enjoying his prick jerking and squirting inside me. All the while we were making love (and believe it or not, that's what it was) our other two brothers would usually be watching, sometimes patiently, sometimes not, for `their turn' with their little sister. I *LIKED* being the center of attention. Besides, it felt so good that I never wanted to stop; while the boys usually gave out after about two or three times in the morning. "During the day (except on Sundays) it was usually harder for us to find time to fuck properly ... not that we all didn't try. Sometimes it was all we could do for just *one* of the boys and me to get together for a quick suck. A bit frustrating for me; but quite a few times I remember us having a quick rendezvous in the shed, bathroom, or even bedroom for a quick feel and then having Danny, Bill, or Tim jerking his cum into my mouth, while I tried not to get it on my dress and make a mess." "Ick." "You didn't swallow his ... Ick." "Have YOU ever tried it?" "Oh, GROSS, no way!" "Don't knock it until you have." "But Mom! All the girls I know spit ... Oops." "Hmm? So you know several girls who give blow-jobs?" "Dad! I wasn't supposed to tell. "How about you girls? Have any of you?" "Um ...." "I see. And have any of the boys cum in your mouths?" ...... "Well, like I said, don't knock it until you've tried it." "But Mom, it tastes like snot!" "Oh ... you *have* tried it. I suppose you've just spat it out without really tasting it, from what you say." <Sigh.> "I guess that's what happens when your father and I neglect your sex education. Here I *expected* them to teach you kids about sex in school." "Mom! They don't teach SEX in school!" "They don't? Then what was all that hoorah about sex-education in the PTO meeting a year or so ago. Well, never mind. I'm supposed to be telling a story." "Yeah ... WHAT a story." "Shuddup, BirdBrain. I wanna' hear what happened next." "Well, contrary to what YOU kids think, cum doesn't taste all that bad. In fact, it's kinda' good, once you get used to the stickiness of it. In a way, it's kinda' like oatmeal ... not exactly what you'd choose for breakfast, given a choice, but good in a sticky-sweet bland kind of way. I don't remember even thinking about *not* swallowing my brothers' cum, once one of them squirted in my mouth. It would have been like spitting up cereal once you put the spoon in your mouth. I wasn't one to go licking up every stray drop when they squirted it elsewhere; it just seemed natural to swallow it when they ejaculated in my mouth. Some girls, I understand, like the taste of semen so much they go chasing it. `Cum Guzzlers' or `Semen Freaks' I think they're called. Ask your father. As I remember, Dan had a girlfriend once ...." "You're never going to let me forget Shirley, are you." "Do you WANT to forget Shirley?" "Uh ...." "I thought not." "Anyway, I remember once, it must have been when I was about seven or maybe a bit older, when Mom barged in on the four of us one morning, when I was doing my best to bring all three boys off at one. Bill was lying on the bed; and I was doing a sit-down rhumba on top of him, while Danny was trying to keep his prick buried in my behind while I squirmed on our little brother. In the meantime I was sucking Tim off in a menage that must have been quite erotic for Momma to see."I'm not sure how long she stood there watching, but when I became aware our mother was looking at the four of us making love together, I suddenly began jerking, shaking, and clenching my vagina and ass around the two younger boys as I got off. It was only Tim's prick in my mouth and my not wanting to bite it off that kept me from wailing and yelling how good it felt. "I guess that got Danny and Bill off. It took me about another three minutes though to make Tim squirt in my mouth. I was almost ready to fuck him instead, when I felt him get big and then thick gooey squirts filled my mouth so full it was all I could do to keep up with him by swallowing as fast as I could. "Once it was over and the four of us collapsed in a heap on the bed, with Bill and Danny's sperm leaking in white streams from my slightly sore asshole and overused little cunny, I looked around and Momma was gone. She never said a word about it. "It couldn't have been much longer after that, shortly after I turned eight years old, I think, that I found myself in my mother and father's bed, with Momma reaching down between my legs and directing Daddy's prick up inside my body for the first time, as he snuggled up to me from behind. "No, I didn't even think of objecting. Why should I? If Daddy wanted to use my body to jack-off into, like the boys did every night and several times a day, then why not? I certainly didn't mind, as long as Momma didn't either. Even though the boys had pretty well stretched me out (especially Tim) it still was quite a stretch for me to take Daddy's prick inside me. It took Daddy about three slides before we both lubricated enough for him to fit all the way inside me, and then I felt stuffed like a turkey at Thanksgiving. Good-stuffed, the way you feel so nicely full at Thanksgiving dinner from knowing you ate too much, but not wanting to have missed a single bite. That kind of comfortable stuffed feeling, at the same time enjoying family around you who are all feeling just as good and full as you are. It was like that, lying in Daddy's arms, his thick prick buried all the way up in my belly, knowing Momma and Daddy loved me enough to share their love with me in the best way possible, the way I'd only been allowed to share with the boys up until now. "I guess Momma and Daddy didn't want to take the chance on hurting me before then. For sure Daddy's prick would probably have split me wide open if I'd tried to fit it inside me earlier. And don't ask me why I never thought of making love to Daddy before that night. I guess it just never occurred to me, just like it doesn't seem to have occurred to either one of you two girls to have sex with Dan, no matter how much you both would have enjoyed making love to your father. Whatever. "Anyway, it must have been even more exciting for Daddy than it was to me; as it didn't take more than about three slides in and out before Daddy was jerking and squirting his thick heavy cum in my belly, forcing his prick as far up inside me as the two of us working together could get it to go. "Once Momma saw Daddy had finished jerking his cum in my body and she was sure her husband's seed was safely into her daughter's belly, his sperm oozing into my womb where it belonged, she turned over and went to sleep, though how she managed that without at least jacking off herself, I'll never know. A few minutes later Daddy was also snoring, his prick still holding his cum bottled up in my vagina like a cork. "It took a bit longer for me to fall asleep. After all, it isn't every night that a girl gets to fuck her own father for the first time, having full vaginal sexual intercourse with first her daddy's prick and then his cum inside her belly. I felt my cunny clamping and squeezing and milking Daddy's prick for each precious drop for almost a half hour, until it stiffened just a bit inside me, making Daddy snuggle up closer and send another wonderful half-inch inside my tummy where it felt like it had belonged forever. "Two times that night I woke up to feeling Daddy sliding in and out before jerking yet another heavy load of cum inside me. I think maybe he even dumped a load inside me while I was sleeping, but I was so full of prick and sticky goo anyway, that I couldn't be sure. Once, I was fairly sure I saw Momma's eyes watching me as Daddy jerked and squirted yet another thick gob of goo up my tummy, but again I can't be sure. "In the morning Daddy got on top of me and fucked me 'missionary style' while Momma was in the bathroom taking her morning shower. Momma got back just as Daddy finished, pulling out and leaving me lying there, legs lewdly spread, and thick white gobs of incestuous goo pulsing out of my vagina. For some reason I felt more embarrassed at lying there open like that with my father's gooey seed oozing from between my widespread legs than having Daddy on top of me jerking his sperm into my developing womb while Momma watched her husband breeding their daughter like a dog breeding a bitch that just happens to be one he'd fathered on his own mother. Not, mind you, that I'm suggesting any such relationship between Momma and Daddy. People who raise dogs for puppies often breed mother-to-son or father-to-daughter to help get or keep desired characteristics. Whatever. In any case, it was all I could do to stagger off to the bathroom, wipe up a bit, and then head down the hall to climb in bed with Tim, just in time to be there when the boys woke up and needed sex with their little sister. "Somehow that morning seemed extra special, and I kept working on each of my brothers until all three of them couldn't get it up. Mike and Tim managed three times apiece, while Danny somehow squeaked at least four shots of cum into my body. God, was that fun. "After that, Daddy became just one more of the boys that I fucked. Only every two or three weeks would I end up in bed between my parents like that first time, and then Daddy would usually only fuck me once at night and once in the morning like the boys usually did. But even when I didn't sleep with them, I would usually head down the hall, sometimes after doing the boys, and sometimes before, climb into bed with my parents and have Daddy stick his prick inside me and then slide in and out until his sperm was squirting in thick white gooey jets into my waiting womb. Then I'd go back down to our bedroom and climb back in bed with the boys who were almost always waiting for me by then, and we'd then do either seconds or firsts, or sometimes even thirds and fourths until all four of us were satisfied and my body was covered with and soaked inside with what seemed like several cups of family cum. Mike, Tim, and Danny would sometimes rub my body down with the thick gooey stuff squirted on my body and leaking from my cunny (and sometimes my ass too), rubbing it in until my skin glowed and they had once again let me know just how sexy and wonderful they found their little sister, and how much they all appreciated making love with me. "After that, it was no longer strange to find me in the house, sitting on my father's lap, his prick buried to the hilt in my body, while we both watched television. The boys and I tried this a few times, but it never seemed to work out as well as it did with Daddy. Once this was started, we no longer seemed so shy about having sex around the house, so Momma would often walk in on two, three, four, or sometimes all five of us (Me, Daddy, Tim, Danny, and Bill) making love together or separately. I think I became vaguely aware that sometimes two or three of my brothers (and later even Daddy too) would end up together when I wasn't available, and it was shortly after that, that I found myself making love to Daddy while Momma cooed and encouraged us, feeling up my body just like one of the boys usually did. When Momma stroked and then licked my clit while Daddy was jerking his cum in my belly one day, well, it became yet another part of sex to be looked-forward-to. One day I woke up to feeling Momma's tongue tickling my little puss, while her hairy vagina was about six inches away from my face and, soon my mother was as much a part of my sex life as Daddy or any of the boys. "No, Momma never asked me to lick her twat, but with her doing such a good job on mine, how could I resist wanting to make her feel as good as she was making me feel? While I'll never be a lesbian, there's something to be said about making love to your own mother and father too. "I had my first period a few months before my tenth birthday, when I was still nine years old. Momma told me not to worry about it, that she'd explain later, and she did. "About a week after my tenth birthday, and about two after my third period, Momma called the whole family together in the big bedroom where she had me lie on the bed, Daddy get on top of me, and then she showed all of us how babies were made by having Daddy fuck me, cum in me, and ejaculate his sperm in my womb. All the time Daddy was sliding in and out, Momma was telling us about how my body made eggs each month, and if they got fertilized the eggs might develop into a baby boy or baby girl that would be part of me and part of whoever it was put his seed in my tummy. Then, when Daddy was cumming inside me, she told us all how Daddy was putting his sperm in my tummy, and how if we were both lucky, I could be having my own little brother or sister in about nine months. "Afterwards, Momma had each one of the boys get on top of me and try to get me pregnant, so we all knew what it was like to make a baby. That we had already been trying for months and years, was ignored. This was the first time any of us (except possibly Tim) had known the chance we were taking.""After that, for almost a month, there was far more frantic sex going on, as all three of my brothers tried desperately to be the first one to father a child on me, and I worked equally hard with all three of them (and Daddy too) to achieve the same result. Then things calmed down when my periods kept coming around regular as clockwork, and Momma told us that with me having almost continuous sexual intercourse with all four men in the house, my chances were actually *less* than if I was just fucking one of the boys. Only... How could I neglect any of the boys, or even Daddy, no matter how much I was turned-on by the idea of having my own baby? Seeing even one of them with a hard-on meant for me was enough to make my panties all wet. I never could resist one of my brothers (or Daddy either) when I knew I was turning one of them on. Fun as it was fucking the boys two or three times a day, apiece, and sometimes four or five times if I could talk them into it (I got pretty good at talking Danny and Tim into screwing me in the afternoons, let alone at night after we all went to bed), it's nothing like fucking Daddy. There's something about having your own father as a lover, feeling his prick stretching your vagina, his breath panting in your ear, his penis sliding in and out of your body and then swelling and spurting thick heavy gobs of potent seed at your uterus that just can't be appreciated by somebody who hasn't made love to her own male parent at least once. It's too bad every girl doesn't get to feel her father pumping his baby-juice into her belly at least once. "Oh, I don't mean ANY father should rape his little girl, or even that Moms should encourage their daughters to seduce their husbands. It's just that there's something extra special for a girl to feel her own father fucking her, sliding his prick up in her belly, and trying to get her pregnant with his baby by flooding her womb with squirt after thick sticky squirt, and jet after gooey jet of his sperm. Girls who haven't felt this wonderful thing not only haven't known the true love a father has for his little girl, but obviously haven't shown their father how much they truly love him... by pulling him into their bodies when his prick swells and belches his baby-making seed into their developing fertilities. Maybe most girls shouldn't actually have their own father's babies... But I think it's a damned shame that most girls never even get to feel their father TRY to get them pregnant. So it went for about the next two years. I got most of my sex from my brothers, but enough from Daddy to know the idea of knobbing his own kid wasn't exactly a turn-off for him. Mom usually saw to it that Daddy and I managed at least one get-together a week; and often three or four times. Knowing Daddy was *trying* to get me pregnant each time, was such a thrill, I can't really describe. It was shortly after I reached puberty, but quite a while before I developed much in the breast or pussy-hair department, that Momma started arranging for "babysitting" with me and Grandpa. I never met my grandfather on my father's side... or if I did, I was too young to remember it. But Grandma and Grandpa had been part of my life ever since I could remember. But it wasn't until about six months after Grandma died that Grandpa became part of my sexual life as well. It's funny, but I honestly *don't* remember it ever starting. It just seemed that when I was about ten and a half I found myself being left off at Grandpa's house every day, and about two hours later Momma would pick me up, clutching my panties in one hand, and Grandpa's thick seed dripping from my vagina clear down to my socks. I don't remember a first time, or ever even being *asked*. It just was something Grandpa and I did... just like with my brothers. Momma would drop me off in the afternoon to `take a nap with Grandpa' and I'd be inside the door, shedding my clothes, before Momma got the car fully started. About two minutes later Grandpa would join me in bed, his thick prick poking up my behind and between my legs... and we'd nap together. Sometimes we'd nap with his prick actually stuck up inside me; but not usually. About an hour or a little more later I'd wake up with Grandpa's "afternoon wood" poking between my legs, I'd fit it inside me, and we'd both enjoy a nice afternoon fuck for a deliciously long time. Grandpa often took well over half an hour before squirting inside me. While not quite as prolific as Tim or Daddy, my grandfather always did have a decent amount of thick gooey sperm to squirt inside me. Well, after all, Grandpa wasn't all THAT old back then. After we both got off, Grandpa would fix a light snack while I got into my dress and shoes... picking up my panties... and we'd sit at the table snacking until Momma arrived to pick me up. Not once did Momma ever say a word about her father wearing nothing but a robe with his cum-dripping penis still oozing sperm, or my vagina leaving wet smears on the wooden chairs and dripping her father's seed all the way out to the car and oozing yet more cum onto the towel she always had waiting there for me to sit on, so it didn't soak into the upholstery. Oh, once or twice maybe, when she got there a bit early, and I just got out of the bedroom while still dripping thick gooey gobs of cum down both legs, Momma asked something like, "Did you take care of your grandfather?" or something like that, and I'd always answer back, "Yes, Momma. I took *real* good care of Grandpa." It wasn't until I was about twelve years old that Momma had Daddy get me pregnant for the first time. Momma had Daddy take me on a business-trip with him (and to an amusement park at the same time) so it would *just* be Daddy and me having sex while I was between periods and fertile. God, was that wonderful. Not just the amusement park, where we spent three whole days, nor even the sex, though that was good too. I missed Bill, Danny and Tim a little bit, but not too much, since Daddy and I were busy most of the time. When not in the park itself, we were driving back and forth to the park, and when not doing either one or eating or any of the other things you do on a trip, we were in the motel room making love. It was just like my honeymoon years later with your father, Dan. Only THIS honeymoon was with my own father. While Daddy rented a room with two queen sized beds each night, we only slept in the one. Daddy was mine, and I was Daddy's little girl to love, hold, and make-love-to for nine glorious days. Daddy all to myself, and me all for Daddy. And each time we made love, it was as if we were celebrating a sacrament of being married together. And, just like if we *were* married, each night we put our sex parts together and tried our best to make a new life, just like married couples are supposed to do. There's something incredibly wonderful about making love to your own father that no girl who hasn't done it will ever fully appreciate. To feel your father, the man you've loved all your life and who has loved you since before you were born, crawl between your outspread legs and poke his swollen member into the secret spot between those legs where babies are made.... It just passes description. Feeling your own father sliding his penis in and out of your body, then him jerking and thrusting into you, while you jerk and moan and squeeze his wonderful penis; milking it for the precious seed you know he has inside. Then feeling your father jerk and push; knowing he's ejaculating his sperm up inside your uterus, actually *trying* to get you pregnant with his baby, while your fucking becomes slick and wet with his spending inside you... It's something no little girl should be forced to go without. I swore then that no girl-child of mine would miss out on what I felt then. There's just *nothing* like feeling your own father pumping his sperm in your belly; trying to get you pregnant with your own little brother or sister. Wonder-of-wonders, it worked; and I missed my period just barely three months after my twelfth birthday. At first, being pregnant was fun. My body developed, my boobs grew to three times their original size, my vagina got almost as furry as Momma's, and boys *other* than my own brothers started noticing me. It was like I was suddenly a princess. Having your own father's baby growing inside you is something I can honestly recommend to every little girl... IF you can get your parents to go for it like I did. Once we knew I was pregnant, it seemed everybody in the family, from the boys to Grandpa and Daddy, even Momma, wanted to fuck me more than ever. I was in hog-heaven for horny little girls. Momma took pictures of my expanding belly over the next few months... and even private ones for just the family with a Polaroid Camera, showing me fucking, sucking, and having full vaginal intercourse with each one, all the time my belly grew from a "normal" flat little tummy of a 12-year-old to beachball size, then watermelon size, and then to the fully enormous 9-month-pregnant belly of a teenager. Well... almost teenager anyway. I gave birth to my little sister Alicia just barely a week before my thirteenth birthday, so I guess you could still call me a preteen even then. While being pregnant AT FIRST was something fun, the later stages were quite wearing. Carrying around almost thirty extra pounds, for a girl who is normally not even 100 pounds herself, is quite a load. By the time Alicia was due, I was almost ready to cut the poor kid out myself.My back ached, my kidneys felt like they were going to split from peeing all the time, and I could barely stand upright. Thank God I didn't have to stand up to have sex. "I don't remember much about giving birth... thank Goodness. I remember the pains starting Sunday evening, and then getting sharper and sharper until we knew this was the 'real thing' by midnight. Why do babies always seem to come in the middle of the night? After that, a hurried rush to the hospital with the pains getting worse and worse... and then suddenly waking up with a VERY sore tush and somebody handing me a pink, wet, and red-headed bundle that suddenly soothed everything into feeling just right. Such a *little* thing, only seven pounds, eight ounces, to have given me that enormous belly. "It took almost three days of trying before 'Licia was sucking normally, but from then on the kid grew like a weed. All of my daughters, including you two, were happy healthy kids, with only a slight ear-infection or mild cold to worry me or my parents. "After that, Momma had Tim get me pregnant about 8 months later... Just about the time I got my figure back. Then Mom had each of my other two brothers 'do the job' after that, about a year apart, so I'd be 'finished' having kids before I started college. I had a final baby (your great-aunt Shelly) by Grandpa when I was eighteen, and about six months before I met your father Dan. Your father never knew that all the "little sisters" I had were actually all kids of mine... only one, the oldest, actually being a true "sister" of mine by my own father. I never told him until about three months before we got married. For some reason, it never bothered him to know that Daddy had fathered my own little sister on me when I was younger than you are... well, younger than Marie is, anyway. "Eventually, when Momma died, Daddy ended up marrying my little sister Alicia, Each of the boys ended up marrying his own daughter by me... and Grandpa, while he hasn't married Aunt Shelly *yet*, already has two kids by her, and they're hoping a third one is on the way. Tim, Danny, and Bill each have one kid each, while Alicia and Daddy have produced yet another baby-sister, and another little girl almost due any day now. "So that's *my* story... and as I said in the beginning, it's God's own Truth." "Har, har HAR!" "Oh, Mom... that SO rich!" "Mom wins! Mom wins! Ain't NOBODY going to top THAT story, whaddya' say?" "Definitely, Mom's the winner." <Snicker.> "God's own Truth, indeed." "Yeah, I wonder why all tall tales start that way? As if...." "Yeah... When you hear somebody say that, you just *know* it's going to be the biggest tall tale of all." <Snort!> "How about some hot chocolate. All these stories make me a little bit pecky." "Or peckery." <Giggle.> "Like that part about Mom sucking her own brothers off since she was three. Gawd." <Snicker.> "Mmmm... Good." "Yeah. Say, Mom?" "Mmmm?" "Since you don't seem to have *that* much objection to incest... Well, not as much as some people do anyway. None of the other moms *I* know of would ever tell such a tale anyway... Gawd, Grandpa marrying his own daughter/granddaughter by his own kid. It almost seems real." "So... what's your question? You seemed to have dropped it somewhere." "Well... If you don't mind incest *that* much, what would you say if you came in one day and found me and Dad on the bed, my legs wrapped around him and Dad's prick buried to the hilt in my body... just the way you said you used to go to bed with *your* father in that story?" "Well... I SUPPOSE I'd just look closely to see if the two of you were actually fucking, and not just making love without intercourse, and then, when I was SURE your father's prick was actually inside you, I'd yell, 'What do you think you're DOING?!?!' If I saw Dan had a condom on, or I knew you were on the pill. As long as I knew he was ejaculating his sperm inside you while you were fertile, I probably wouldn't say a thing. I'd just get closer to make sure Dan ejaculated as far up inside each of you as he could." "Oh Gawd!" <Snort!> "That's even bigger than the tale you told earlier!" "Yeah Mom. You don't expect either of us to believe you wouldn't mind if Dad knocked one of us up, now do you? I mean, parents just don't DO such things. Why I've heard of several people getting divorced, just because the dad looked at his daughter a little funny. You wouldn't REALLY let us go to bed with Dad... would you?" "Dan? Whaddya' think?" "Huh, Hon?" "I think it's time our little girls learn how babies are made." "Well...." "They're both old enough. Even Carol had her first period over three moths ago. How better for a girl to learn about sex and babies than by having her father show her *personally* where babies come from, and how they get into little girls' cute little bellies? You know we've discussed this before." "Yes, Dear." <Sigh.> "Now don't sigh like it would be some onerous chore for you to knob your own kid. You know damned good and well you'll enjoy this as much as the girls will. Thank Goodness YOU at least don't have any of those silly prejudices against fucking your own kids or stupid hangups and worries about getting your little girls pregnant with your babies when you cum in them, like so many men do these days." "Yes, Dear." "Well?" "Huh?" "What are you girls WAITING for. Hurry up and get undressed, before your father wastes his cum all over the bed. Can't you see your father is waiting? Geesh... Kids these days, have to be prompted for everything." "You mean you want us to...." "Marie?" "I dunno' Carol... I guess...." "Well... Your father's waiting." .... "I guess not. OK, Dan. Get dressed. I'm not forcing either of...." "Mom wait! I'll do it, if Marie won't." "Hey! It's MY turn first. I asked Mom, don't you remember?" "But I thought you...." "Oh go *ahead*. BE first. But I get seconds!" "Oh God. Oh God. It's really going in. Oh God." "See... I *told* you it would fit. The KY helps too." "Oh. Oh. Oooch. Ow. No, that's OK. Just don't push so hard." "God, I can't believe she's actually doing it." "Your turn is next, you know." "I know." "Oh God, it's almost in." "Yeah, Dad's almost all the way inside you, squirt." "Oh wow." "Oh God, Tammy, I don't think I can hold out. She's... Oh God, she's...." "Carol, stop squeezing on your father like that. You're going to make him cum inside you before you hardly get started." "I can't help it, Mom I... Oh God Mom I...." "Oh shit!" "Oh Mom... OOOOHHH MOMMY! It feels... Oh Mommy." "Dad is cumming in you, Squirt." "Oooh, TELL me about it." "Feel yourself getting slick inside, Hon? Feel your father's prick jerking inside you? That's your father's sperm going up inside your tummy. If you're both lucky, and it's the right time of month... When was your period, Honey?" "I dunno... a couple weeks ago... maybe a little bit more. Huh, huh, huh. Feels good." "Since it's the right time of month, there's a good chance your father is getting you pregnant with his baby right NOW. Not quite as good as your big sister will have, but a fair chance anyway. Dan *could* be planting his baby in your tummy right now. Isn't that exciting?" "Oh... hoh... ho. Yes, Mom. Wow. Pregnant by my own dad. Wowsers." "If you two kids are *really* lucky, you could each have a little sister by your dad... and watch your father knob *them* just like I watched my dad do to my little sister Alicia when she was your age. Now go wipe up. It'll probably take at least a half hour before your father recovers enough to try and knock-up your big sister, like he did you." "Oh God Mom... You don't REALLY mean to say that Tall Tale you told us about your brothers and Gramps was the truth, do you?" "Of course... Every word of it, just like I said. You don't think I'd LIE to either one of you two kids, do you?" "On Tall Tales Night, I'm not sure I'd believe you if you told me the Sun comes up in the East and sets in the West." "Well... Truth is often stranger than fiction, you know." "Yeah... I know. But THIS strange?" "Ask me tomorrow." "Yes, Mom." "In the meantime... If it's not... you'd better hurry up. Your father's almost recovered from cumming in your little sister. If you don't want to miss what might be your only chance... I mean, if this IS actually all just a Tall Tale...." "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God... Oh God, it's good. If I had known how good it would feel, I'd have raped Dad years ago. Oh God." "Careful Dear. If you don't watch out you'll have your father cumming in you before you're ready... Just like your little sister did." "I don't care. Do it Dad... cum in me. Knock me up with your baby. Please, Dad? Just once, I want to feel it. Up in me. Please?" "Oh shit. Gowdamn Marie, you're just too sexy for your own good. Shit. I'm done. Sorry, Hon." "Thanks, Dad." "Thank YOU." "Dad? Mom?" "Yes, Dear?" "WAS this just part of 'Tall Tales Night' and you two trying to make it 'real' for us, or does this mean that Dad really will... that you and Gramps really... that.... "Well, YOU know what I mean!" "Like we told your sister, ask us tomorrow. You know that on Tall Tales Night we never give away the story." "Yes, Mom." "And Honey?" "Yes, Dad?" "Remember, even if it isn't true: First, you both had a very good time tonight, didn't you?One you'll never forget. "Yes, Dad." "Yes, Daddy." "And I also want both of you girls to remember that just like tonight, Truth sometimes IS stranger than Fiction. That's the whole point of Tall Tales Night. Now both of you get off to bed." "And girls...?" "Yes, Mom?" "Try and tuck a pillow underneath your bottoms when you sleep. That way your father's seed will soak in, and you'll each have a better chance to catch. If tonight's all you get, I don't want either of you two missing out on your only chance in a lifetime." "You don't REALLY want us to get pregnant by Dad, do you?" "Why ELSE would your mother and I have picked tonight for Tall Tales Night, unless we did? You're both just a little past the middle of your periods, and probably ovulating any time tonight or in the next few days. You're both probably as fertile as you can get. What better time for your mom to have me fuck you both, cum in each of you, ejaculate my sperm in your tummies, and get both of you pregnant with my babies so you can both feel what it's like to really make love to your father... even if it is only once?" "Da-ad! This is just another Saturday, like any Tall Tales Night." "Like ANY Tall Tales Night?" "OK... Maybe not like ANY, but it's just another weekend." "Not, `just another weekend.' Think about it. I could have picked many other weekends to tell this story, you know... Ones when it would have been a lot `safer' for you girls to have Dan's sperm in your bellies, if I really was worried about either of you two getting pregnant by your own father." "Oh God. I don't believe it. My own mom wanting...." "Believe it. It's Tall Tales Night. If you believe in anything hard enough, it CAN come true." "Yes, Mom."

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Daddy's Girl

"Oooh Daddy!" came the voice from the other room. "That feels so good." Mary looked into her daughter's bedroom. The little 8-year-old girl was sitting on the bed facing her father. Both family members were naked. Mary could see her husband Dan, rubbing his little girl's budding breasts, while the child masturbated both of them by rubbing her father's cock up and down her slippery little slit. Mary could see her husband's cock spreading the lips of the little girl's tight little cunny, each time the little girl rubbed the head of the man's penis across it. Each time Mary saw her daughter slide the big man's cock up, so that the tip was visible, she saw a bubble of clear liquid oozing from the head. The little girl was using the slippery juice to make it easier to slide her father's penis around her swelling little clitty and hot little hole. Dan, in the meantime, was busy feeling the little girl's body and running his big hands up and down her waist, and squeezing the erect nipples of his little girl's budding breasts. "Oh Diane!" said Dan. "Daddy's about to cum!" "OK Daddy," said the little girl, "I'm ready." She reached down and pulled the lips of her tiny little cunt apart, so that her father could fit his big cock up against her tight little hole. Dan fisted his cock and forced the head up against the entrance to his child's vagina. Diane looked down between their bodies, where her father's cock was about to inseminate her. "Do it, Daddy," she encouraged her father. "Squirt your cum in me." His little girl's words were too exciting for Dan. The man pushed his big cock up against the opening to his little girl's vagina and started ejaculating his thick sticky sperm right up inside his own daughter's flat little belly. Mary was about to collapse as she watched the incestuous duo on the bed. Her husband gave one last push as he squirted one last thick sticky dollop of cum inside his own pre-teenaged daughter. "Thank you Daddy!" said the little girl, as her father finished squirting his sperm inside her. "That always feels so good, when you cum in me." "Thank YOU, Diane," said the man, as his now limp cock stopped pumping cum inside his little girl. Mary could see the little girl's vagina, now with a bubble of white slowly starting to well up out of the little girl's tight little hole. Dan got up off the bed, as his little girl sprawled out on the sheets, enjoying the feeling of her own handsome father's precious sperm warming the inside of her belly.Dan felt like he could do this forever, but finally his penis had no more to give, and slid out of his daughter's vagina. "Sorry, dear," he said, "but, I guess, that's it." "It's okay, Daddy," reassured Diane. "I don't mind." The cute little 8-year-old girl looked down at her tiny little slit, as she enjoyed the soothing feeling of her own father's sperm warming her inside. The thick, sticky liquid slowly dripped out of the neck of her uterus, down into her cum-slippery vagina. Even now, except for a trickle of white, slowly leaking out of the puffy lips of her hairless little cunny, you would never know that the underage little girl had just fucked her own father, and right now, was carrying the man's sperm inside her flat little belly. Diane wondered if she had her father's baby growing inside her belly yet, or how long it would take before she did.

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Please Daddy?

"Please Daddy?" I asked. From the stories I had heard, this was a favorite fantasy of young boys. (But sometimes a nightmare for their girlfriends.) Only I had turned the tables on Daddy; and instead of a pimply teenage boy trying to "sneak" a feel of me, I was trying to sneak a feel of my father. I had already progressed further than I thought I would at the beginning. Perhaps because it WAS a teenage fantasy, and my father was almost as caught up in it as I was. Here I was, half naked on my own father's bed, with Daddy's pants down, and his prick in my hand, while I tried to rub the slippery head against my equally slippery crack. The turnabout I mentioned was that it was ME, who was trying to sneak a feel of my own father's stiff prick inside my itching little cunny, instead of some boy trying to see what it felt like to slide his aching prick into me. I tried to remember the rest of the scenario. "Please Daddy," I repeated, "I just want to feel the tip inside me." God, what a line! It was all I could do to keep from giggling when I said it, no matter HOW much I meant it. Thankfully, Daddy didn't catch on. I guess the thought of acting out that sophomoric line was too exciting for him to think straight. I hoped so. Only Daddy hadn't lost ALL sense, yet. "Oh God, I can't, Candy," he groaned. I had to ease up on my stroking, before he came all over my hand, instead of inside me where he belonged. "If I came inside you, or even accidentally left one tiny squirt inside you, you could get pregnant." "I don't mind Daddy. Please?" I whined. At his continued reluctance, I continued, "Just a little? You don't have to cum in me; I just want to feel it for a moment. Can't you just slide the head of it inside me for a minute, so I can just see what it's like? You don't have to put it all the way in, if you don't want to." I could tell that Daddy was tempted. "Just a little?" I repeated, as I slid a little farther down, so my father's prick was actually rubbing against the light fuzz that had started to darken the top of my slit. "If you think you're going to cum, you can always pull it out." I knew Daddy was weakening, so I rubbed the slippery head in my equally slippery crack, and pushed up. I guess the feel of his little girl's tight little slit rubbing against the sensitive head of his prick convinced Daddy, that maybe it wouldn't hurt to let me feel it, "Just a little." With a slight push, a stretching sensation, and a slight "pop" The tip of Daddy's prick vanished into my body. Ooh, did that feel good! "Just for a second," he said, "then I'll have to pull out." Once again, I almost giggled, and spoiled everything. If not for my mother's warnings about what boys might try to do, and what happened once they got started, I would never have managed to "cum" up with this sexy scenario in the first place, nor have realized that I was home free, the moment even PART of Daddy's prick slipped inside me. . . As long as I didn't spoil things by giving things away by giggling, or something. CHAPTER: 2 I fought down the urge, and pulled back from my father a little. I could see the disappointment on Daddy's face, as I did so. "Hooked!" I thought with glee. Now all I had to do, was reel him in. "Ooh, that feels good Daddy," I said, repeating my earlier thought. "Could you slide it in just a little further, so I can feel what it's like? Just a little, Daddy." "Well, I suppose just a little won't hurt," he responded; suiting his actions to his words. "I'll still have to pull out pretty quick though. I don't want to accidentally get you pregnant." For a second or two, Daddy did just that; sliding about an inch or two in and out of me, until the lips of my crack suddenly got slippery, just like the inside, and almost four inches of fatherly prick slid inside me by accident. (On his part; not on mine.) "Ow!" I said, involuntarily. Damn! I had forgotten about my virginity. . . Now how did the rest of that horny scenario go? "I don't mind," I said; being careful to NOT explain whether I "didn't mind" him pulling out, or him cumming inside me and getting me pregnant. Hopefully, Daddy wouldn't suspect me of even THINKING about the second case, while he would be able to think of nothing else. "I'd better pull out," he said. "I almost broke your hymen by accident. Besides, now you've felt what it's like, and don't have to wonder any more. . . That's all I promised." I almost snickered again. Daddy hadn't "promised" anything. I had. However, the LAST thing I wanted Daddy to do was pull out now; especially when he was so close to "breaking my cherry." "Please Daddy," I repeated my earlier requests while rocking my hips back and forth; enjoying the feel of my father's thick prick sliding in and out. "I don't want my first time to be some pimply boy in the back seat of a car." Once again, I could tell my father was weakening. For sure he didn't extract more than an inch of thick fat fatherly prick from inside my tight little crack where it was filling me up so nicely. "If YOU do it," I continued, "at least I'll know it's someone who loves me, and cares about me. If I let some boy do it, then he might hurt me without even intending to. Please Daddy?" "I shouldn't." Daddy was more trying to convince himself, than me. "Please Daddy," I repeated for the fifth time. (Or was it sixth?) "Are you sure, Honey?" Daddy looked at me worriedly. Straining, I managed to turn my incipient giggle into an amused smile. "Of COURSE I'm sure Daddy," I said. "I always wanted it to be you." "This might HURT!" Daddy said, as with the final "hurt" he slammed his prick into me without warning. I guess Daddy is of the school that believes in ripping a bandage off quickly, to ease the pain. I don't know about that; but for sure he caught me by surprise, so I never had a chance to tighten up. If I had, it might or might not have hurt less; but for sure he would have probably had to do it more than once, before getting all the way inside me.In any case, I knew that Daddy had already been leaking pre-cum and sperm inside me for over three minutes while he tried to hold out, so the point might be moot anyway. Still, I wanted Daddy to do it right, just like I had been asking him to; not accidentally screw-up and get me pregnant. "Please Daddy," I repeated again. "Just one time won't hurt. Besides, most girls can't get pregnant on their first time anyway. Next time might be too late. Please?" I started squeezing on my father's thick prick with my cunny, just like I had read about in the books, by trying to act like I was holding back pee. It seemed to work. "Oh God! I can't help it!" groaned Daddy, and thrust his big prick up inside me to the root. Realizing what was about to happen, I pushed back just as hard. There was a straining pushing moment, as Daddy's thick prick stretched my crack unbelievably, before Daddy grunted; pulled out an inch, and then slammed back into me to the hilt. I groaned, as my father's wonderfully thick prick filled my crack with an obscene "slurp" that just emphasized the illicit nature of our coupling. God, it felt good! I knew it felt good to Daddy too; just like I had promised him. "Oh." "Oh God." "Oh God!" Three times Daddy grunted, and three times he jammed himself as far up inside me as he could. By the third time, I had managed to reach under my father's balls, and felt the thick tube underneath the bottom of his prick bulge as the third thick sticky wad of my father's precious sperm was injected into my waiting body. My own father was cumming inside me, and he was NOT trying to pull out either. No, I didn't cum myself. I understand it's VERY rare for a girl to cum on her first time with a man. Still, I enjoyed it very much; knowing that Daddy felt so good by squirting his precious sperm inside me. Mother had told me how good it felt to a man to cum inside a girl, and explained that's why a boy would try so hard to get a girl to let him "do it" to her. To know I could do this thing to make the man I loved most in the world, my own father, feel so good, was an incredible turn-on. I love Daddy. I wasn't even worried about getting pregnant; knowing it was something else that many men fantasized about doing to a young girl like me. If knocking me up would make Daddy happy, then I would be too. Still, he didn't have to, if he didn't want to. It was about this time, that the roof fell in. "What are you DOING?!" Momma's voice cut through the restful quiet where Daddy and I had been resting with him still breathing harshly in my ear, and his prick slowly wilting inside my horny little hole. I could feel a slight trickle of Daddy's seed oozing out around his thick prick, as he fought to catch his breath. Daddy was in no position to defend himself, so I did. "Sorry, Momma," I said, giving my father no chance to respond. . . Not that he was in any condition to do more than barely gasp in horror at being caught en-flagrente-delicto. "I couldn't help it," I continued. "I just HAD to feel what it was like. Please don't be mad at me. Please Momma?" My mother looked first at me, then at my father. I guess she was trying to still be mad at Daddy, though I was making it hard for her. I guess she knew that if a sexy young girl like me put the make on almost any normally horny man, then that man didn't stand much of a chance. (Yes, I KNOW that I'm sexy. . . I've not only been told many times, but I've looked in the mirror too. Why do you think I was so sure I could seduce Daddy?) "My God," she said, "you might have gotten her pregnant!" OOPS! Time to nip THAT accusation in the bud too. I hadn't really planned on this, but I hadn't planned on getting caught by Momma either. . . At least, not so soon. "Oooh," I moaned in fake passion. "Really?" I looked at Daddy adoringly. "Could we Daddy?" I asked. "Please? Could I feel what it's like, just once? Please Daddy?" My mother and father just looked at me. At first, Daddy looked at me in something of a slight horror, until the rising of his cum-streaked prick gave him away. Momma just looked at me in astonishment, until a slight grin crossed her lips. I knew that Daddy was off the hook. "Oh Hell, you might as well," she said in disgust, at the obscene sight of her little girl's swollen cunny drooling thick white gobs of her husband's seed. "You've already gone THIS far." For a second, I could almost swear I saw a twinkle in Momma's eye, as her head turned away from Daddy to me. "Well?" she prompted. I knew Momma didn't really mean that. My mother was just angry at Daddy and me; and was trying to shake Daddy up, by making him realize just how far past the normal bounds of propriety we had gone. I had never really intended things to go this far anyway. I mean, fucking your own father was obscenely exciting. Having your own father get you pregnant, was way PAST exciting, all the way to downright scary. I mean, a girl just DOESN'T have her own father's baby, does she? The very thought was thrilling, but scary too. On the other hand, that didn't stop me from taking advantage of the opportunity when it presented itself. "Please Daddy?" I asked again. "Could we just do it a little bit, until I do? I'll make it feel REAL good for you, I promise." This time it was Momma's grin that almost made me burst out giggling, but I managed somehow. I squirmed lower, trying to recapture my father's cum-dribbling prick back inside my hot little hole. A thick white gob of sperm still oozed out the tip, as I fitted Daddy's penis inside me, while my mother watched in amazement. "Oooh Daddy, I'm gonna have your bbaaaaabbyyyyy," I wailed; knowing that Momma wouldn't be able to blame Daddy if I got pregnant after THIS scene. "I want to feel you do it," I whined, as one last time I repeated myself: "Please Daddy?

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But Daddy!

"I'm going to cum in a second," I warned my little girl. The child's wide-eyed astonishment, each time she found out that she really COULD take her own father's swollen prick all the way up inside her cervix, just made my daughter's tight little snatch clamp down that much harder around my swollen prick. The sight of my engorged penis vanishing into the first-grader's body, making her tummy swell with each stroke inside her, was enough to make a eunuch squirt sperm. "But Daddy!" she objected. "You're not supposed to cum in me." "Why not?" I asked reasonably, sliding out a little until my prick popped out of her uterus, then sliding all the way back in until the tip was pressing against the back wall of the little six-year-old's womb. The thought of filling my own little girl's womb with incestuous seed almost made me let the child have it inside her right then. The pressure of my penis swelling inside her body made my daughter look wide-eyed with surprise again. "Because I could have a BABY," the little girl complained, still working back at me to seat her father's prick all the way up in her body, explaining to me about sex and babies as if I had never heard of such an idea. "You're only six years old," I reminded my daughter. "But my period was just last week," whimpered the little girl, squeezing on my prick as she reminded me forcefully of just WHY my wife had me start the child's sex-education so early. "So... Do you want me to pull out?" I questioned. I knew better. MY daughter by now was as addicted to sex as I was. "No, but.... Please?" I guess the little girl couldn't quite make up her mind. "Well?" I almost taunted her. "Do you want me to stop?" "No, Daddy.... I.... OOOOOHHHHH!" My cute, sexy little daughter's already tight vagina suddenly went into squeezing cramps around my overstimulated prick. It was too late. "Here it comes," I told her. "Daddy's squirting his cum in his little girl. Feel it, Honey? Daddy's squirting his thick gooey sperm right up in his daughter's womb, so his little girl can have a little sister of her own. OK?" And I did it. With great heaves and gushes, I jerked and spasmed three or four thick white gobs of cum, just teeming with millions of my incestuous sperm, right into the middle of my young daughter's waiting womb. Each thick squirt rushing through my prick and into my little girl's body just seemed to make the child's belly swell, as if you could actually SEE each squirt pushing her tummy out from the inside. God, did that feel good! My daughter seemed to think so too, fighting back at me with her tight little tunnel milking each precious drop of my seed into the depths of her body where it belonged. Still... "Daddy," the little girl finally objected (just a little) when it was all over and my daughter's tiny little womb was completely swamped with her own father's potent seed, "you REALLY weren't supposed to cum in me, you know. I could be pregnant right now. I'm not supposed to have my own father's baby, you know." "I know," I responded, somewhat shamefaced. Still... "Will you let me do it inside you again, next time?" I asked, hopefully. My daughter once again gave me that wide-eyed look of surprise and innocence, thinking it over before shrugging. "Well... OK, I guess," the little girl replied shyly. "If you really want to."

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/but-dad.txt

The "Certified" Pedophile

"What's all the commotion over in the other block?" I asked Cindy, my next-door neighbor. Well, "next-door" is a euphemism, as is the term "block". With most of the "lots" in our area having over 5-acres, (The zoning people out here wanted to keep people from breaking up farms for housing, and all they did was increase the number of farms being broken-up; only into bigger pieces.) most of our neighbors are over a city-block away. The 5 to 6 acre parcels being stretched end-to-end make for some pretty strange distributions of city streets. For instance, my closest neighbor was really the person living in the new house on the dead-end street that was almost a mile-away by taking the surface-roads, but only a couple of hundred yards through my backyard, and across the tiny little creek that divided the two properties. For the last year or so, the developers had been having trouble filling up their lots, only managing to sell this one house in the cul-de-sac that made up the next street over, where all the commotion was going on. Cindy and I weren't all that close in either distance, friendship, politics, or even mutual interests. The only thing we had in common was that we both had teenaged daughters who went to the same school. Thus, I knew her from the PTO meetings and other functions. She did seem to be one of those "busybodies" who knew everything and wanted to tell it. So, given the chance, I asked her what was going on when we met out at the common post that held 5 different neighbors' mailboxes and newspaper-receptacles. (All for the convenience of the post-office, not us.) "Haven't you heard?" she asked. "The guy's a pedophile." "Huh?" I said. "Who's a what?" "I said he's a pedophile. The pervert who moved into the house behind yours. It was in the paper the other day. Under some new law, the police keep track of pedophiles and notify people when they move into a neighborhood. Especially when they contain children, like ours. So we're all holding a demonstration." "Oh," I said, with not much brilliance. "What's a pedophile?" Cindy looked at me like I was the school dunce. I didn't care. She wasn't that good a friend. "A pedophile," she said, "A child-lover." "Oh," I said. "I can see why people might be pleased to have someone who loves children around," I said, perplexed, "but I don't see that it's all that strange. At least, not enough to hold a celebration about." By this time, you could hear the shouts from clear over on our street. It must have been some celebration, I figured. "I mean, doesn't almost everybody love children?" I asked. Now Cindy looked at me like I was something slimy that had crawled out from under a rock. I must have looked like the village-cretin to her.I believe the old goat wanted to have sex with the kid himself and plant his baby in her sexy little belly. "Well," I said, "if she's that cute, can you blame him?" "Are you for real, Lady?" he asked. "I mean, do you have any kids of your own?" "Six," I said promptly, "Five girls and a boy. Thirteen, eleven, nine, eight, five, and seven, respectively." He looked at me funny-like. "So what would YOU think if I came over one day and had sex with all five of your little girls, right in front of you?" God! I'd begun to fear he'd never ask. "Would you?" I asked. "Not on your life, Lady. I've got enough troubles already," he said. "But damn, you almost make it sound as if you wanted me to." He turned and motioned me to follow him in the house. "I do," I said under my breath. Still, I wasn't going to push things. A certified pedophile like he was, probably had too many little girls to have sex with already, even if he was on probation for not doing a proper job on one of them. I could bide my time... If he REALLY loved little girls, then seeing my cute daughters running around half-naked like they did most of the summer, would get his interest. Especially if I helped them, knowing what Daddy used to like. I could hardly wait. In the meantime, it was nice to talk to a man who didn't think of little girls as sexless pixies. He even seemed to like ME, even though I'm getting kind of old for a child-lover, at 26. Not to mention the fact that I was single, with 6 children. I shuddered as I remembered how most men had acted when they found I had that many kids. Mark (I picked up his name over a cup of coffee, as we talked in his house, after finishing the lawn.) might not even see that as a disadvantage, being a pedophile. No wonder pedophiles were so much in demand that people would throw a party like the one last night, when one moved into the neighborhood. And he was my next-door neighbor, too... Just across the back yard. Me with 5 cute little girls living right next door to a pedophile... I couldn't believe my luck. Over the next few months, several of my neighbors (almost all the ones with children) moved out. I couldn't believe it. Here the neighborhood gets its own registered pedophile, and after that tremendous welcome, all the people with children move away, without ever letting their children even see him. Oh well, what was their loss, was our gain. Several times that spring, when the weather was warm I dressed the kids in their skimpiest clothes, and either walked by on the bike-path by his house, or worked in the back yard, when we saw him working in his. A couple of times I took one of the two older girls with me, when I went over to visit, as we were becoming fast friends. Strangely, for someone with a reputation like his, he didn't seem to make friends with many of the neighbors. As I said, "Oh well." A couple of times I had invited him over to our house, but he seemed to be somewhat disturbed by seeing all the little girls and their brother wandering around the house in the skimpy underwear that we all usually wore when not going out. Daddy had always preferred to see me and the girls that way, and I had never grown to like wearing much clothing when safely in my own home. Mark almost couldn't take his eyes off little Cynthia, when she came in wiping her eyes from sleep, naked as the day she was born, and settled into my lap with her little legs spread so he could see right up her cunny, almost to her navel. He didn't come over for two weeks after that, but eventually he seemed to take it in stride when one or the other of the girls (or boy) would come into the room displaying more of her charms than most models in Playboy. I hoped he was getting horny for them, as much as the girls were for him. Once he asked me while I was visiting at his house, "Sometimes I almost think you meant it, when you said you wouldn't mind if I had sex with your little girls." "I did," I said. He just looked at me thoughtfully, but then didn't come over to visit for a week. Damn! It was in the middle of the summer, that I saw the opportunity. You know, summer... Swimsuits, and little kids? Yeah, that time of year. The summer was hot, and we quite often played in the creek dividing our properties. Since it was quite a way to the main road, I didn't feel guilty about letting the children go swimming (Well, OK, wading) there, as their shrieks and horseplay wouldn't disturb the neighbors. When I saw Mark was quite often working outside when the girls started playing, seeming to enjoy the sight of their half-naked bodies, it didn't take much convincing on my part, to talk the children into skinny-dipping. Each time they would look around carefully as if to make sure I wouldn't see them, then the girls would slip out of their clothes and run and splash in the water completely naked. Sometimes they noticed Mark watching them, and would wave at him, trying to get him to join them. He never did, but I noticed his "yardwork" picked up tremendously, after that. Eventually, he got used to seeing the little girls running around in various states of dress or undress, and it no longer bothered him to visit when one of the girls would come into the room wearing some particularly sexy outfit, or none at all. So I decided it was time to proceed with the next step. By now, all 6 children seemed to think Mark's back yard was an extension of ours. Since Mark didn't do anything to correct the misapprehension, neither did I. In fact, I encouraged my daughters to play in his yard (never when he could hear me) and ask him favors... Like using the bathroom; getting a drink; borrowing a towel when wet from swimming, etc. I then started asking him, if he could "keep an eye on the girls for just a second or two" while I dashed to the store or whatever silly errand I could make up. The girls didn't really need ANYONE watching over them, as the two older girls were quite capable of taking care of their little sisters and brother. Still, I deliberately built up an image of all six kids needing babysitting, whenever I was gone, and me as a person who couldn't afford a babysitter for more than an hour or so at a time. Surprisingly, it was Kimmy, who made the first breakthrough. I had really expected it to be Lisa or Jackie, especially considering the fact that his past experience (what he told me of it) had been with an 11 and then 12-year-old girl... So I really expected him to make his first pass at the older girls, and I'd have to work to make him see that the younger ones could be just as sexy. What a pleasant surprise to find out he was already attracted to kids even younger. "Momma," said the cute little 5-year-old, as she sat on my lap eating a cookie. "He touched me, down there." The little girl looked pointedly between her legs, where her pouting little hole made a plump circle, in contrast to the plump peach-like look of her three-year-older sister. "Who, Mark?" I asked, hoping. "Uhuh," she confirmed. "He just rubbed it a little, while I was sitting in his lap, but I could tell he was feeling me, not just holding me." "What were you doing in his lap?" I asked. I hadn't realized that any of the girls had gotten even that far yet. "We play Nintendo, and he's only got one controller," the little girl explained. Wahoo! I almost shouted for joy. Why else would Mark buy a kid's game, if he didn't want the kids playing with it. Of course, maybe having lots of kid's toys around the house for little girls to play with, was standard equipment for pedophiles... I didn't know. "Do any other of the kids sit on his lap?" I asked. "Sometimes Cynthia or Candy does," she replied, "though Candy always keeps complaining about the lump in his pants afterwards. I don't mind his penis getting big under me though." "Uh... You and the girls don't TELL him that, do you?" I asked. "Of course not Momma. We don't want him knowing we know about sex, until he shows us; just like you told us." I breathed a sigh of relief. As long as HE thought he was seducing the kids, then it was OK. If he ever thought I had set out to have them seduce him, then he might think I was trying to sneak some free service for my daughters from him. Who knows how much a certified pedophile would charge to have sex with five little girls, and teach them and their little brother about sex? On the little income I had from the insurance, I couldn't afford to find out. Since he was the type of guy in the first place, who DID like to have sex with little girls, I figured maybe he might be tempted into doing it for free, if the girls were cute enough... And all my kids were. So, while I prompted the kids on what to do, I let Mark set the pace. For some reason, it was almost as though he felt guilty about playing around with my kids, as if it was HE who should be paying ME, and he would get in trouble if he got caught "sneaking a feel" without paying for it. I giggled at the thought. Well if that was the case, shortly I'd be able to squash that worry. "Next time," I said to my daughter, "spread your legs a little, to make it easier for him. Don't act like you know what he's doing, but show you like it, OK?" "Yes, Momma," sighed the 5-year-old, "I KNOW all that." Kids learn so fast these days... <Sigh.> From then, it was a "blow-by-blow" description, with almost every day little Kimmie getting him to go a little further. "He actually touched my cunny today, Momma."He rubbed my breasts through my shirt." This, from Cynthia! "Oh wow, Mom, today he really rubbed me hard, actually running his finger through my crack. No, he didn't take off my pants yet." "Mom! He did it! He actually ran his hand down in my panties, and almost stuck his finger inside me. I was so excited I almost died!" "Well, he DID rub my breasts, up under my shirt... Does that count, Mom?" "Oooh Mom. You were right. His finger feels almost as good in me, as yours does." (Oh well, give the guy a few weeks finding out what the girls liked, and I'm sure he would get as good at diddling the kids as I was.) "I took off my panties today, and he didn't say anything. The bulge got bigger in his pants though." By this time, I was getting a little disappointed. Mark was almost openly fondling all three of the younger girls, as long as it was only them, but he hadn't even made a pass at the two older ones, who needed him most! Figuring he might be worried about the older girls "telling", I decided it was finally time to "catch on" myself. The next afternoon, I sent the three younger kids over to "play Nintendo" then waited for about 20 minutes for things to get "warmed up" inside the house. Then, using the FRONT door, not the back, (Cynthia had found where he hid the key.) I slipped inside and slowly walked up behind the man who was oh-so-nicely molesting my little girl. I was proud of both of them. Actually, all four of them, the two kids sitting on the floor with their legs deliberately spread, so he could see right up inside their tight little vaginas, and the little 8-year-old girl being diddled on the couch by her 23-year-old lover. I watched for a while to see how well he was doing... Fairly good, but as the girls said, "Not as good as I did." "She really likes to have her clitoris rubbed in a circle," I observed, "and then every once in a while stick your finger up in her hole. Just be careful you don't break her hymen, because she wants a man to do it with his penis when she gets a chance, just like her Daddy did to me, when I was her age." Ever heard the expression "He almost jumped out of his skin?" I swear, if it was possible, Mark would have done it that day. For a second, I thought he was going to have a heart-attack at being caught with his hands in my little girl's panties. (Actually, the panties in question were in a heap on the floor, next to Cynthy's feet.) Mark turned several shades of white, then blue, and gasped for breath. He didn't yank his finger out of the little girl though, thank goodness. I think for a moment, he had actually forgotten it was there, as my presence scared him half to death... Why, I don't know. You'd think he was afraid I'd be mad, or shoot him or something, instead of just being annoyed. He finally seemed to realize this. "You mean you don't mind?" he asked, almost incredulously. I wondered what was the matter. Would some people actually object to their daughters having fun with an older man? I found it hard to believe; but I guess there are some weirdoes in the world. "Of course not," I snapped, almost harshly. "I'm just wondering, why do you treat the little kids so nice, and neglect the older ones? I mean, Lisa and Jackie enjoy sex just as much as Cynthia, Kim and Candy," I said. "Not to mention, Bobby and me," I added under my breath. Still, Mark was a pedophile... A man who liked sex with little girls, not little boys or old women like me. I sighed with frustration. Mark heard me anyway. "You... Want ME... To have sex with you, and all your children?" he asked, incredulously. I nodded. Wasn't that what I just said? "I realize that I'm probably way too old for you, and Bobby's just a boy," I explained, "But that's no reason you should neglect the girls. I mean, I might not be what you want for a sex partner, but you already said you liked girls Lisa's age. So why don't you fuck them? I mean, I may not be as young and pretty as they are, but I'm not really expecting you to want to fuck me. But why neglect Jackie and Lisa? Aren't THEY pretty enough for you?" "Oh Crap!" said Mark. I was devastated. Here I had such high hopes... "The sexiest woman I've ever seen, let alone met, tells me she thinks she's too old and ugly for me... The same woman I've been having wet-dreams about, for the last six months, tells me she's under the impression I think she's ugly!" Here Mark looked at me with an intensity that was almost frightening. "Then this same girl, who's got me creaming my jeans just thinking about her, offers me her two wet-dream daughters who I've been fighting a losing battle to keep my hands off of, as 'substitutes' to fuck, because she feels she's 'too old' for me. Oh God! Not only that, but this same unbelievably desirable young woman seems to want me to teach her OTHER four incredibly sexy little kids about sex, like some child-molesting pervert's wet-dream about a 'sex-education-class'. This is fucking unreal. I must have blown my cork. On the other hand, if it's real, I'll hate myself until I die, if I don't take advantage of this." Mark seemed to be talking more to himself, than me. "If you meant one word of what you just told me," he said, looking me straight in the eye, "Then you'll take off those clothes right now, so we can give the kids their first lesson in having sex." "Right here? Right Now? In front of the kids?" I asked, suddenly aware of six pairs of eyes on the two of us, as my two eldest girls and their little brother had joined the crowd, the way I had instructed them to, about 20 minutes earlier. "Right here. Right Now. And in front of the kids," he said quietly; waiting. I didn't even hear the finish of his sentence, I was too busy skinning out of the short little summer dress I wore, and removing my shoes. Dress, shoes and panties were all I usually wore in the summer, and I probably would have skipped the panties, except that Daddy had always told me he thought a woman looked sexier with panties than naked, and if not, she could always take them off, but if she didn't have them, she couldn't put them on. Made sense to me, like most of what Daddy used to say. It took Mark about three seconds longer to get undressed, but then he was like a tiger pouncing. For the first time in five long years since Daddy died, I felt my hot little hole filled properly with hot male penis. (None of the "dates" I had in the past ever got to first base, because they all chickened out when I brought them home, and they found out the size of my family.) God, that was good! I resolved never again to go without sex for over a month or two, if I could avoid it. Month or two? How about hour or two? If he was a tiger, I was a tigress, practically raping him to get him to squirt his precious seed in my empty aching womb where it belonged. I was just reaching my third panting screaming frantic orgasm when I felt Mark's wonderfully thick penis swelling inside me. Oh God! Mark was even bigger than Daddy! I actually bit his shoulder, as I strained for that glorious third release with his thick cream jetting inside my womb where it belonged. "Uh, Karen?" he asked; for some reason holding back on the thick squirts that would send me over the edge, "You're not on the pill, are you?" "Pill," I wondered, "what's that?" Daddy never told me. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, "I'd better pull out." Only it was too late. By this time, the tickling inside my hot little hole had gotten to be too much, and I wrapped my legs around my sexy young lover, and practically RAPED myself on his thick penis. No way was my lover getting away, until each precious drop of his seed was as far up inside me as I could get it. I felt Mark's penis swell dangerously inside me, and then I was there! I don't know if I felt him actually squirt in me, but I sure felt each time Mark's penis swelled and jerked in my vagina! Just knowing my handsome young lover was planting his seed inside me, was almost as exciting as the sex itself. Over and over I moaned and screamed, and milked the thick penis bucking in my belly, until both of us were too exhausted to try again. We finally rolled apart, and I spread my legs so the kids could all see what it was like for a woman to have a man's sperm inside her. I had told them many times, but this was the first they could see for themselves. Except for the two older kids; who vaguely remembered when Daddy and I had let them watch; while Lisa had actually been lucky enough to feel her father's penis squirting inside her vagina twice, before the big accident took him away. "Oh God," groaned Mark. "I'm sorry, Karen, I just couldn't help myself. you're too sexy for your own good." "Huh?" I said, "Whatever are you rambling about... Sorry about what? That's the best sex I've had, since the first time Mom had Daddy get me pregnant." "First time... Wha? Never mind, we'll talk about that later. I just couldn't help it, Karen, but you got me so excited I came in you." "Oh boy, did you ever!" I agreed; enjoying the slick feel of greasy cum filling my horny slit for the first time in FAR too long. "Next time, maybe you can squirt even more in me," I said with a lewd grin. Several of the kids giggled. "Karen," he said; talking as if to a wayward child, "you might have a baby!" As if I didn't know all about babies... With six of them standing around watching us, as evidence that I did. "Well," I said, "I sure HOPE so.My period was a little over a week ago, so there's a pretty good chance, if we're lucky. "You mean that?" he asked incredulously. At my nod, he attacked me again! The next thing I knew, we were both rutting frantically again, while he muttered obscenities about little girls with big bellies and wanting to get knocked-up, and assorted garbage like that, that told me he was as excited about creating a new life as I was. I managed three more climaxes, before he gave a final weak spurt inside me, having spent the best part of himself the first time. I didn't care... For the first time in five years I was sexually satisfied. The proper way, with my lover's seed hopefully making a baby in my womb, while we snuggled together. When we finished and rolled apart, Lisa asked, "When can we do it, Momma?" Mark looked at me grimly. "I don't care what you say, I am NOT fucking your daughters... They're just too young." I just grinned to myself; sated, happy, and well-fucked. Hopefully with a baby growing in my belly, but if not, then there was always tomorrow. As for Mark and my little girls... If he was a true pedophile, or "little girl lover" as they say, then he would come around. I sent the girls home disappointed, to look after each other, while we spent the rest of the afternoon in Mark's bed. If the girls needed me, they knew where to find me. Two weeks later, Mark still hadn't gone any further, and I didn't even mention it again. Better for things to proceed at his pace, than to scare him off. Except for me getting laid almost every day, and sometimes several times a day, the only change had been that Mark was now "feeling up" the older girls too, now that he knew I wouldn't object, and they wouldn't either. It was fully three weeks later, that I finally caught him with Lisa in his lap, his thick cock halfway down her throat. Mark just looked at me, shrugged, and looked embarrassed. I watched until I saw a white bubble appear in the little girl's nose, and realized he was squirting so much sperm down my daughter's throat, that it was backing up her nose. Damn, I was proud of her. After that, I would sometimes find one or the other of the girls with my lover's prick in her mouth, and shortly thereafter, I watched him give little Cynthia a "licking that keeps on ticking." <Giggle.> I finally figured out that the only times Mark went a little further with the girls, were the times when I wasn't there... As if, all the evidence to the contrary, he still believed I would do something horrible, if I caught him seducing one of the kids. It seems that I had to somehow get out of the house, and leave him alone with the girls for some time. Thus the "babysitting" idea. "Mark, I've got a VERY important date, I've just got to get to... NO, not that type of date, you idiot. I'm only fucking the father of my baby. Yes father. What do you expect, fucking an innocent little girl, who doesn't know how to protect herself against such things?" <Giggle.> <Snort.> We'll talk about that later... Right now, I need a BIG favor." "No, not THAT 'favor' you idiot, though I might want that later... I need a babysitter." Mark looked at me like I was nuts. "You want a babysitter?" he asked. "That's what I said, a babysitter. I've got to be gone almost all night, and I don't want the girls left alone... OK?" "Why don't you get the babysitter you had before?" he asked. "Have you ever seen me use a babysitter before?" I asked. "Well, no but..." "Well, The last one I ever had was Momma, just before she died of cancer." "Oh." Mark thought about it. "Can't you get anybody else?" he asked. "Mark, I want YOU. I don't trust anybody else with my girls." "Let me get this straight," he said, "You want ME, a known pedophile and child-molester to 'babysit' your sexy little girls, that you 'don't trust alone with other men.' Have I got that right?" "Uhuh," I said. "You're the only man I trust alone with them, because you truly love children." "Oh yeah?" he said. "What if you come back and find me fucking your 13-year-old daughter; 'sitting' a baby in her belly, instead of just 'sitting' and watching her?" "As long as she doesn't mind, then I don't," I replied. "You're crazy," he said, "you know that?" "So," I asked, "will you do it?" "I must be just as crazy as you are," he said, "but if you insist, I'll do it." "Oh thanks, Mark, I'll make sure you don't regret this," I said; wriggling my tummy at him in a suggestive manner. He got the hint... Two minutes later, we were back in bed, for the second time that day. "Father huh?" he said afterwards; while running his big hand over my still fairly smooth belly, down to where an obscene white drool leaked out. "Uhuh," I said. "Are you sorry?" "No. Are you?" "No." Two days later, I had the "date". (Actually, all alone to a VERY boring movie, and an equally boring meal in a restaurant.) Two guys tried to "pick me up" on the streets, but I wasn't interested. Having a perfect pedophile at home to take care of my little girls, I wasn't about to settle for anything less. Before I left I could tell Mark was nervous about the whole thing, so I tried to allay his fears by assuring him that I would tell the kids to obey him. For some reason, this seemed to make him even more nervous. However, the whole idea was to make him feel free to do whatever he wanted with my little girls, so I left him in the kitchen, (Where I knew he could still hear.) while I went into the other room and instructed the children, "Now I want all you kids to be sure and do anything Mark tells you to. He's in charge for tonight, just like it was me. So I don't want to come back later and find out that one of you refused to do something he told you to do... Understand?" "But Momma, what if he wants us to suck his cock or something?" <Giggle.> <Sigh.> Kids... You've got to love 'em. "Jackie," I said, "stop being silly. You've been sucking Mark's cock for weeks now. If he asks you or any of the other kids to do something like that, then I expect you to have at least a mouthful of his cum in your tummy before I get back. And that goes for all of you, understand?" "Yes, Momma... But what if he...?" "I said he's in charge. Unless you think you'll get hurt permanently, I expect you to do whatever he tells you to, and that's it. Now I'm going out for at least four hours, and I want every one of you to do your best to keep Mark happy. He's the first babysitter I've ever trusted with you kids, and I want him to be willing to come back when I need to go out in the future. so I expect you kids to do whatever it takes to make him want to come back and do it again next time. OK?" "Yes Momma." There were no 'buts' this time. (Actually, the kids and I had rehearsed this whole conversation several times before Mark came over, just so we could have it while he listened in from the other room; thinking he was eavesdropping.) When I left, I deliberately left the door unlocked, and my purse in the bedroom. I drove down to the convenience-store, bought gas and a magazine and read it while I waited for a half-hour to pass, to give the man enough time to feel unobserved, and the girls to snuggle up next to him in the skimpy underthings we all wore around the house. Hopefully, the kids would have tempted the man into doing more than just snuggle, before I returned for my "missing" purse. I hoped Mark was as good a "babysitter" as his reputation suggested he should be. He was. I eased the car up to the curb, not driving in the driveway, where Mark or the kids might hear it. Then I walked quietly to the front door and tried it... Locked! I almost giggled in glee, as I wondered why he would lock the door against me; seeing as nobody else would be likely to come by at this time of night. It was for this reason I had carefully oiled the lock earlier in the day, until I could turn it open without a sound. Now for the big act, where I had "forgotten" my purse, with the Movie tickets in it. (Yes tickets... I wasn't dumb enough to only buy one.) As I walked through the living-room in search of my "missing" purse, I found Mark "babysitting' the kids, just like I had hoped he would be, with Jackie "sitting" on his lap, while he slowly fucked her, with all the other kids watching; "sitting a baby" in the little girl's womb, while he "sits" on the couch, and she "sits" on the thick prick that was spasming her tiny little womb full of his potent baby-making seed. "Sorry to disturb you kids," I said; dashing through the room, "but I forgot my purse, and the theater tickets are still in it. Don't mind me; I'll only be a second." As if I hadn't even noticed the obscene coupling taking place on the couch. Not that I could have missed it if I had tried. I guess the shock of "being caught" was too much, as I heard Jackie suddenly keening in orgasm, followed by a loud, "Oh shit!" from Mark. I guess the little girl's squeezing climax took him over the edge too, in spite of the scary feeling of being caught fucking my little girl. I looked over the edge of the couch, as I returned the way I had come; purse in hand. By now Mark was doing a REALLY good job of "sitting" a baby in my daughter's womb. I was so proud of my little girl for taking good care of my fiance while I was out. Not to mention how well Mark was taking of my daughters."I see you're taking good care of the girls," I said, looking down to where a thick white drool had just appeared, running in an obscene streak down the thick cylinder that had vanished into my daughter's nubile young body. I gave his shocked face a kiss and left, saying, "Don't forget the other kids too. I'll be back after my date." I then left for my boring night, which was made even more boring and insipid by all the horny thoughts that ran through my head as I imagined all the nasty and obscene things my future husband was probably doing to my little girls. DAMN, I wanted to see it. But I knew if I had been there, the man would probably have been too frightened or embarrassed to even try seducing the kids, even with (or maybe especially with) my encouragement. At 12:15, I figured Mark had been alone with my little girls long enough. If he was going to do anything with any of them, it had probably long since been done. Besides, I had only said I was going to be out past midnight. I just had to find out how far Mark had gone with each of them. At least one of my little girls now knew what the man's bare quivering penis felt like, spurting thick sticky cream in her hot little hole, and if they all hadn't, I still figured it wouldn't be all that long until they did. I wondered who I would find awake when I got back, and who would be sleeping with whom. When I opened the door, the house was silent. Not even the creaking of bedsprings I had been hoping for. Looking into each of the bedrooms, I found all of the children asleep, except the oldest one. Mark and Lisa were in MY bed (deliberately, I guess, so I couldn't miss it). The man was slowly stroking in and out of my little girl's body, as my eldest daughter and her older lover strove together for a climax. I guess the two of them had waited for several hours until they heard me come in, just so they could give me this thrill. I watched as Mark tensed above his child-lover, before he suddenly jerked his crotch into hers and began shuddering. As I watched, I knew my eldest daughter's fertile young womb was even then being flooded with the man's potent seed, as my fiancé did his best to father a child on my little girl, just like he had done to me, sometime in the previous month. "You know," I remarked, "Lisa's not on the pill, and her period was almost two weeks ago." (I had picked this night for my 'date' for just that reason.) "There's a very good chance," I continued, "that you're getting my little girl pregnant, right now." "I know," said Mark. "I know," repeated Lisa, happily. God, I'm so proud of my little girl. It took about a month before Mark was finally fucking the little kids too, finally taking Cynthia's despised "cherry" and fucking her just like her big sisters. Yes, even Candy and Kimmy are now getting fucked properly by my husband, with his potent seed squirting right into their tiny little wombs where it belongs, at least two or three times a week. I envy my little girl, getting fucked for the first time a whole year younger than I was, the first time Momma had Daddy fuck me. It's so cute to see a little 5-year-old girl being royally fucked by a man old enough to be her father twice over. To see the little girl's belly bulge each time the older man slides his prick inside her, and then flatten again when he pulls it out. Then, when he finally loses control and begins jerking his prick inside her, jamming his body as close to hers as he can, while his prick pumps the child's body full of the white stuff that makes babies... I mean, how lucky can you get at only five? I suppose the only way she could be luckier would be if Mark got her pregnant. I had been 11, almost 12, the first time Momma had Daddy get me pregnant with Lisa. Maybe one of the girls would get to feel her tummy swelling even earlier than I had. As it was, I still envied Kimmy for getting to feel a man's prick squirting his potent seed in her tiny little womb when she was almost a whole year younger than I had been the first time Daddy slipped into my room. Oh well, I guess some of us are born lucky, and some aren't. Even Bobby had been getting "sex-lessons" from Mark. I watched proudly just the other day as the little boy fucked his little sister Kimmy for the first time, with his stepfather's prick buried to the hilt in the little boy's ass, just like he was pumping sperm right through the kid and into his little sister. We're all hoping my son will be big enough to squirt sperm in his little sister's womb, in time for her first period, so Kimmy can carry her big brother's baby, before Mark gets the little girl pregnant by accident... Of course, that wouldn't be so bad either, but we're all looking forward to mating the two kids, just like we hope to mate my daughter and Lisa's baby boy that we expect in a couple of months. We think there's a chance that Jackie might have missed her period already, while Cynthia could have her first one any day now. It seems that Mark is almost as good at teaching the kids about sex as Daddy was at teaching me. God, I just can't believe how lucky I was to find a genuine "police-certified" pedophile right next door. I understand from the newspapers that they are expecting the law having the police tell people when a pedophile moves into the neighborhood, struck down as "unconstitutional". I hear it's mostly because of some of the demonstrations people have when they do, like that big party they held the night Mark first moved in. It seems that some people in the demonstrations always get annoyed at finding out the police told everybody, and they get carried away. There have actually been cases where people got hurt. In a couple of them, it was even the pedophile the people had come to see, if you can believe it. Damn! What's so bad about having the police tell people like me where they can find a pedophile to fuck their horny little girls when they need one? There just aren't enough men around who love little girls. I mean, REALLY love them, as in, "Love to fuck them." We need MORE "certified pedophiles", not less. Too bad Daddy died in that accident. I wonder if my father could have qualified as one?

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"Margaret?" "Yes, Daddy?" "You were sitting out there a long time, with Billy, weren't you?" "Yes, Daddy." "Did you let him kiss you?" "Only on the cheek, Daddy." "That's good. Did he do anything else?" "Well, he put his arm around me." "You stopped him, didn't you?" "Well..." "Oh, Margaret, what am I going to do with you? You didn't let him do any more, did you?" "Well, he tried to put his hand on me here, but I stopped him." "Very good, Margie. Maybe I can trust you after all. What did you tell him?" "I told him that if he didn't keep his hands where they belonged, he'd have to go home. I don't like to tell him that, Daddy, he's a really nice boy. How come I can't let him touch me, Daddy?" "Because I'm afraid you'll go too far." "Too far?" "I guess I'll just have to show you. Come here and sit on my lap." "OK, Daddy. You mean, like I'm not supposed to sit on Billy's lap?" "Uh-huh. Oh, wait. First, go change into your red dress and top." "The SHORT one, Daddy?" "Uh-huh." "But, Daddy! You told me never to wear that one." "Uh-huh. I'll show you why I don't want you wearing it." "If you say so, Daddy." "I do. And, Margie?" "Yes, Daddy?" "Don't wear any nylons or pantyhose either." "OK, Daddy."Once you start letting a man feel you up, you won't be able to stop, until the next thing you know, you're lying there with your legs spread and a man is between them squirting your tight little slit full of baby-juice. Now you know what it's like. "Oh Daddy. It felt so good. Even when you squirted your sperm in me." "Uhuh. It felt good to me, too." "Thanks Daddy." "You're welcome. Hooo! God that felt good. Did you like it?" "Uhuh. It felt real good." "So, now you know why I don't let you kiss boys." "I do?" "Uhuh. I just explained. It starts with just a kiss, then a feel, then he's rubbing your titties, and the next thing you know, your panties are down around your ankles, and he's squirting your tummy full of baby-juice. Then, two or three months later, you've got a big tummy." "Daddy, I'm worried." "Oh shit. About having a baby?" "No, silly. About Billy. Well, actually about Billy, and having a baby, I guess." "Unh?" "You see Daddy, I liked doing this a lot. So much so, that I don't know how I'm going to stop. Next time Billy comes over, I'm liable to let him do this to me, just like you did, and then I'll end up pregnant." "Then stop seeing Billy." "I can't do THAT, Daddy, I LIKE Billy." "Then you'll just have to restrain yourself." "I don't know if I CAN. Daddy?" "Yes?" "Can we do it again?" "Huh?" "I mean, next time Billy is going to come over, can you... Oh what's the word?" "Fuck?" "Can you fuck me, before Billy gets here, so I won't want him to?" "Uh Margie, I don't know..." "Please Daddy? That way, I'll be able to stop Billy from doing it, so he won't get me pregnant. Please Daddy? Promise you'll fuck me, and squirt your sperm in me, so Billy won't have to." (The rest of the text has been corrected for grammar and formatting as well)"You have? Oh Daddy! Mmmmmmph!" "Easy, Honey. Don't get so excited." "I can't help it, Daddy. Just thinking about being able to fuck Billy without having to worry about him making a baby in me is SO exciting." "I thought you just said you didn't mind having a baby." "Oh Daddy! That's YOUR baby. It's too bad you're my father." "Well, maybe we'll take care of both things at once." "Daddy! Stop teasing me. It's not fair! I want to feel your baby in my tummy so bad, I can almost taste it. Sometimes I almost wish you weren't my father, so I could get pregnant by you, like I could by Billy." "Who knows? Maybe you can. I might NOT be teasing, you know." "DADDY!" "OK. OK. We'll just have to see. Mmmmmm. I'm getting hard again." "I know, Daddy. I feel it. Ooooh, that feels good." "Huh. Huh. Oh, Baby! Slide up and down, just like that." "Daddy?" "Huh. Huh. Yes? Huh. Hu-Honey?" "How will I know when I can fuck Billy?" "Oh Jesus. Do that again. Huh. Huh. Uh, Margie?" "Yes, Daddy? Huh. Huh." <squeak> <squeak> 9 "You know what your period is?" "Uhuh. Huh. Huh. It's when I get all bloody and messy between my legs, isn't it? Huh. Huh." <squeak> <squeak> <squeak> "Uhuh. That's how you know your body is ready to make a baby. Huh. Oooh!" "You mean, when I'm bleeding? Is that why you don't fuck me then, Daddy?" <squeak> <squeak> <squeak> "No, hoh, hoh. It's just that you're too messy then. I didn't think you'd like it." "I wouldn't mind, Daddy. Oooh. I like that." <squeak> <squeak> "No, the time you might get pregnant is about a week BEFORE you get your period." "Oooh Daddy! You mean, like right now? Huh. Huh." "Uhuh. Does that excite you? Thinking you might be making a baby right now?" "Oh Daddy! Don't tease me like that. It's not funny." "I might not be teasing. When I cum in you, I might be getting you pregnant right now." "Daddy!" "Ok. OK. Why don't you just imagine it then. Think about your own father squirting the thick sticky white stuff that makes babies right up in your sexy little tummy, and getting you pregnant with his baby. Excites you, doesn't it?" "Oh Daddy I. . . . IeeeeeeEEEKK!" "Oh God. I'm doing it. I'm squirting my sperm in my own little girl. Oh Margaret. Feel it? Feel Daddy's cum going up inside you? Daddy's making a baby in his little girl. Oh Margaret, I love you so." "I. . . love. . . you. . . too. . . Daddy." <squeak> <squeak> "Ooh Daddy, that was fun. Can we do this more often? I like pretending you're making a baby in me. Please Daddy?" <squeak> "Oooh. You like Daddy's sperm wriggling it's way up inside your tummy, so it can make a baby huh? Whooo." "Uhuh. It's too bad we can't do it 'for real'. Still, it was fun pretending." "Oh god, it sure was. Well, Margie, if you want to, we can keep 'pretending' all you want to. At least, until your period stops, anyway." "Oh, that's right. Once my period stops, I won't be able to get pregnant, will I? Darn." "It excites you, thinking about having Daddy's baby, huh?" "Uhuh. I've got the shivers, just thinking about it." "Looks like you've got more than that, to me. Looks like you've got a whole bellyful of Daddy's baby-juice in your cute little tummy." "Mmmmm. I do, don't I? Thanks Daddy." 10 "Thank YOU, honey. Mmmmm. Margaret?" "Yes Daddy?" "You'd better get up, and get cleaned up. Billy's going to be here in half an hour, and you've got to be cleaned-up, and dressed decent, before he gets here." "Yes Daddy. Oh, Daddy?" "Yes?" "Can I give him a hint?" "You'd better not. You both might get carried away, you know." "Yes Daddy. Rats." "Still. . . Margaret?" "Hmmm? Oh God Daddy, You sure made a mess in me." <giggle> <chuckle> "I sure did, didn't I? Margie?" "Yes Daddy? Yuck!" <giggle> "Seeing as you're going to be fucking billy, in a month or too, and he's been so nice about it, perhaps it might not be too bad, if you let him kiss you." "You mean it Daddy? REALLY kiss him? Like you and I do?" "No, not that much. Just on the lips, and you've got to keep your mouth closed." "OK Daddy." <sigh> "It won't be so bad, and I'm sure Billy will really appreciate it. And Honey?" "Yes Daddy?" "It won't be that long, before you can do the rest. In the meantime, you can give in a little more each week, until your period stops." "Give-in?" "I mean, this week, you let him kiss you on the mouth. Next week, you let him put his arm around your waist. The week after that, you let him touch your tittie. Touch it, mind you, not rub it. After that, you open your mouth a little. You don't let him tongue you though." "I get the idea Daddy. A little bit at a time, but never enough to get me too excited." "Right. and make sure HE doesn't get too excited too. It's not fair to him." "OK Daddy. I'd better hurry, or I'll still be dripping cum, when he gets here." <giggle> . . . 11 "God Daddy, who would ever think that a flouncy dress like this, could be so sexy?" "It is, isn't it? And those panties!" "Yeh. If you didn't know, you'd never imagine there was a slit right here, that you could slip a finger into." "Or a cock." <snicker> "Daddy, you're incorrigible." "And you're sexy." "Daddy! If you don't watch out, I'll be fucking you, and still wearing this dress, when Billy gets here." "That's not a bad idea." "Daddy! You can't be serious." "Oh can't I? It's about time that boyfriend of yours knew what a sexy little thing you are, especially if he's going to be getting in your pants tomorrow. So, I think you SHOULD wear that dress tonight, while he's here." "Oooh. You mean it Daddy? I should TRY to excite him? Right in front of you? That's kinky!" "You think that's kinky? Listen to this. I think you should fuck me, right in front of him." "DADDEEE! You said he mustn't EVER find out about us. I can't let Billy see me fucking my own father!" "I didn't SAY let him see it." "Huh? But Daddy!" "Here, I'll show you. First, I take off my pants, and slip out of my underwear. Then, I put my pants back on, but leave my zipper unfastened. How do I look?" "Normal." "See, if I'm careful, he'll never know. Now come here and sit on my lap." "OK Daddy, I. . . Daddy! Your thing is sticking up between my legs!" "That's the idea. Just lift up a little, and move. . . a little to the left, Honey. That's it. Oohooh!" "Oh Daddy. It went right up inside me!" "Easy Honey. We don't want to make me cum, until he's here." "You want to cum in me while he's right here?" "Uhuh. See, he can't see a thing. Just a cute, sexy little girl, sitting on her father's lap, with her dress covering up the two of them." "Daddy, you're crazy." "But I can tell you like the idea." "How can you, Oooh, tell, Daddy?" "Your cunny is squeezing on me, like a milking machine. Get up now." "Do I have to?" "Ahh, Unh, OOof! Whew, just in time. I almost came in you." "Spoilsport." 12 "Who's the spoilsport? If I had squirted my sperm in your tight little cunny, we wouldn't be able to pull this off. What do you think?" "I still think you're crazy." "But you'll do it?" <sigh> "I'll do it. I must be as crazy as you are, but the thought of fucking my own Daddy, and getting him to squirt his baby-juice in my tummy while my boyfriend sits right next to me, and doesn't know, is just to sexy to resist." "I thought you'd like it." "Daddy, you ARE kinky, but I love you." "I know, I. . ." <Bing> <bong> "Oh God, he's here! Get your pants together. . . There. How's my dress?" "Sexy. Bend over a little. Good. You can see your panties, but not the crack in them. Make sure Billy gets a good look, OK." <giggle> "If you say so Daddy." "If he thinks this is sexy, wait until he sees the outfit I've got for your date tomorrow." "OOooh. I hope he likes it." <Bing> <bong> "Oh, I guarantee he will. Get the door, Honey." "Daddy your pants! There. Maybe you'd better stay behind me." "It's OK. . . Hi Billy." "Hi Mr. . ." "Billy! You don't have to be so formal with Daddy!" "Call me Bob, or Uncle-Bob, if that makes you feel more comfortable. After all, your mother's sister. . ." "Uh. Uncle Bob. You wanted to see me about something?" "Daddy! Billy's scared to death. Come on in, Billy, Daddy isn't going to bite you. In fact, he's got some good news." "Uh Marge? You're sure it's OK? He's not mad at me? I mean, last week, when I. . . Oh. Sorry." "Hi Billy, you like my new dress?" "Unh It's. . . Oh my gosh." "Oh Darn paper! Hold it a second, Billy, while I pick this up." "Unh. Unh. Marge, your dress. . . It's. . ." "Yeh, isn't it cute? Daddy picked it out." "You did, Mr. . . Uncle Bob?" "Uhuh. Doesn't Margaret look sexy in it. Too Bad you can't see, but she's got matching red panties to go with it." "I. . . Uh." "Oh, you did see. What did you think?" "Daddee! You're embarrassing Billy." "Sorry. Let's go over and sit down."I'm sorry I peeked at you, Marge." "It's all right. Don't worry about it. Okay? Now sit here." "Huh. Uh, where are YOU going to sit?" "It's okay. I'll just sit here on Daddy's lap. Ung!" 13 "Something wrong?" "No, I... Unh. Ow! It's just..." "Here, Honey, lift up and move over a bit... There!" "Oooh! Huf, huf. It's okay, Billy. It's just that 'something' in Daddy's pants stuck me." <giggle> "Ungh! Margaret!" "Sorry, Daddy, I couldn't help it. Unh. Is that better?" "OOooh. Just fine, Honey." "Uh, Margaret?" "Billy!" "Sorry. Marge. Are you sure you're okay. I mean, you could sit over here with me, if you wanted to." "Unh. Oooh. No. It's okay, Billy, I'm comfortable here." "Well, if you're sure. Uncle Bob? You look like you're sweating." "It's just this damn chair. Here, Honey, lift up a bit, and I'll... Aahh! That's it." "Oooh. You're right, Daddy, That's a lot better." "Aaah! Now, young man, I want to know just how serious you are about my daughter." "Uh. Gee, Mr... I mean, Uncle Bob. I'm not sure what you mean." "I think you do, but never mind. Do you like Margaret?" "Uhuh. Of course I do." "Do you like her a lot?" "Well, I uh... I guess so." "Do you think she's sexy?" "Uh..." "Oh, never mind. Of course you do. Margaret?" "Uh. Uh. Uh. Oooh! Uh, Yes, Daddy?" "Do you find Billy sexy?" "Oh yes, Daddy. He's almost as sexy as you." "Good. I don't want you going out with someone you don't find attractive." "No, Daddy. I like Billy a lot." "Well, I guess that answers that. I... Uh. Hooo. Easy, Honey." "Sorry, Daddy." "It's okay. Now, Billy?" "Uh?" "Do you think I can trust you alone, with my daughter?" "Alone? With Marge? Uh... Gee, I..." "You'll see that she doesn't get hurt?" "Hurt? Nobody's going to hurt Marge, if I can help it!" "Good. Glad to hear that. Now I've been a little restrictive with Margaret and you, and I want to make it up to both of you." "Uh? Uncle Bob? Me, and Marge?" "Uhuh. If you two will do me a favor, I'll do you one." "What's that Daddeeeeeek! Oh! Oooh. Huh! Sorry, Billy, I just sat on something I shouldn't have. It's okay now." "You're sure? Both of you look like you're sweating." "Huh. Huh. It's okay, really. What's that you wanted us to do, Daddy?" 14 "Well, You know the cabin down by the lake? Remember how it got trashed, by those two bums... Well, okay, college-students. They acted like bums." "Uhuh. Oooh, that feels... Sorry, Daddy. Huf. Huf." "Well, I wondered if you two would clean it up for me. I'd make it worth your while. Oooh." "You Okay, Mr... Bob?" "It's okay. Well?" "I don't know. What exactly is the deal?" "Well, If I drop you two off down there this weekend, there's One-hundred dollars in it, for each of you, if you can have it cleaned up, by the time I pick you up Sunday night, at about 10:00. What do you think." "Uh, Gee, I don't know." "I'll supply the food, and you can both use the boat and hot-tub. How's that sound." "It's more than generous, but I don't know." "What's the trouble? Got another date?" <snicker> "Daddy! You know he's not dating anybody but me." "I know, Hoooo. Huh. That's what I was giggling about. What's the trouble, son?" "Uh. It's Marge. And me. I mean, where are we going to sleep?" "Oh, don't worry about that! There's a pull-out bed down there, and a BIG sleeping bag that fits right on top of it. I'm sure you two kids will do just fine. Is that all?" "You mean, you want me and Marge to sleep..." "Inside the cabin? Of course! That's why I'm sending you down there with her. You never know, with some of the men around here, what they might do to an innocent little girl like Margaret. That's why I want you to go down there with her. I want you to promise me, you'll stay as close to her, as you can. Promise?" "Uh, OK. If you say so." "Good. If you're there, I won't have to worry about Margaret sleeping alone." "Uh." "Aaaah!" "Marge?" "Nuh, huh, huthing. I... I'm Okay." "Uncle Bob? You don't look so good either." "Oh, Daddy's okay. Believe me, Daddy's doing just fine! Hooo!" "Yes... Hoo. As I was saying, 'You never know what some horny guy might do to a little girl like Margaret here, if left alone with her.' I want you to make sure she gets everything she needs, while she's down there. Promise?" "Uh... I guess." 15 "Good. I knew I could trust you. Just last week, I heard about this man, who left his teenaged daughter alone, and some guy came along, found the little girl alone, and next thing you know he was on top of her, pumping her tight little slit full of baby-juice. He must have fucked the little girl every day, for over a week. The kid didn't object, 'cause how was SHE to know you weren't supposed to let a man squirt his stuff inside you? The parents came home a week later and before you know it, the kid has a big belly. Oh, Sorry, Margaret. I didn't mean to shock you." "It's Okay, Daddy. I've heard of this kind of stuff before." "You have? Oh. Sorry. So you see why I'm sending you along with my daughter." "Uh... I guess." "I don't want some strange guy coming along, and knocking my little girl up. You'll see to it, that doesn't happen, won't you?" "No strange man, is going to get MY girlfriend pregnant." "Good. Then you'll do it?" "Do what?... You don't mean..." "Clean up the cabin, what else? Oh. You don't mean... Oh, haw, haw, haw! That's cute! Hey, Margaret, your boyfriend thought I was asking him to..." "I know, Daddy. You're embarrassing him. Please?" "Okay. That's settled then. Do you drive, Billy?" "I'm sixteen." "Okay. Tomorrow at 8:00 in the morning, I'll have the Jeep packed with food and gear, and you two can take off. Margaret knows the way there. I'll be down there Sunday, about 10 o'clock at the earliest, and 11 at the latest. If everything's spick and span, you both get the $100. If everything is BETTER than I expect, you get an extra $25. Agreed?" "I guess. About Margaret, sir..." "You just take good care of my little girl, and make sure she gets whatever she needs. Okay?" "Okay, I guess." "Daddy, I've got to go pee." "Oh. Okay. Let's all get up and go then. OOooh. Ooof." "Aaahh. Thanks, Daddy." "Margie, Why don't you give your boyfriend a kiss good night, while I take care of something in the bathroom." "Okay, Daddy!" "C'mere, lover." "Lover? Uh, Marge, I dunno... I... Mmmmmmmmph. Oooh.." <smack> "Uh, Margaret?" "Uh?" "Your father. It almost sounded as though he wanted me to..." "Yeah, it almost did, didn't it. Don't worry about it. We've got two whole days together, starting tomorrow, to think about this." "Uh..." "Oh, kiss me, idiot, then go home." 16 "Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Hooo. Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning." "Good night, Billy." "Good night, Margaret." "Billy!" "Sorry. Good night, Marge." "Good night." <click> "Whew!... Oh my God! I'm leaking!" "Is he gone yet?" "Uhuh. Move. I've got to get to the bathroom... Oh God, what a mess!" "I must have squirted about a gallon of cum in you." "Two gallons, from the feel of it. God, that was so sexy. Feeling you squirting your sperm in me, while Billy didn't even have a clue." "When you came there, I didn't have any choice. The feeling of your tight little slit squeezing on me, would have been enough to make a statue squirt sperm, and I'm no statue." "Hooo. I guess it's a good thing my periods have stopped." "Huh?" "With all this baby-juice you squirted in my womb tonight, I probably WOULD get pregnant, even if you ARE my own father." "Well, why don't we just go down to the bedroom, and test that little theory out?" "Daddy! You sound like you WANT to get me pregnant." "So, would you mind having your father's baby, growing in that tight little tummy of yours?" "Of course not, Daddy, It's just that you..." <click> "Daddy? Do you think he'll like it?" "If he's male, believe me, he'll like it." "It seem so simple though." "That's the idea. Sometimes the simplest things are the sexiest." "But just a shirt?" "Not just a shirt. A long COTTON shirt. One that is almost as long as most mini-skirts." "But shouldn't I be wearing a sexy bra, or something?" "No. With this shirt hugging you, your nipples show right through the cloth. Believe me, that's sexier than any bra." "but no earrings, or makeup?" "No. They spoil the image of sweet innocent little girl. The same thing with high-heels. You want to look like you're completely unaware of how sexy you look. You just think it's 'cute' to wear only a shirt and panties. You don't even know, that men like to look at your body, so you don't care if they see it." 17 "Like a nudist, Daddy?" "Somewhat. More like a 5-year-old girl, who takes her clothes off in front of the family, when she gets caught in the sprinkler, and her clothes get all wet. She doesn't know, or even care that the men in the family are staring at her naked little body." "Daddy! That sounds awfully familiar!""Just who is this 'supposed' little girl you are talking about?" "You of course, when you were 5 years old, and your cousin Billy was over for the first time." "Ohmigod! You don't suppose that was why he's been chasing me all these years?" "Could be. I know that just the memory still gives ME a hard-on." "Ooooh, You DO have a hard-on. Too bad we don't have any time to do something about it." "Yeh. It's a shame, isn't it." "Daddy! You came in me three times last night, and twice this morning. You're just a horny old goat!" "I'm just trying to make up for you being gone this weekend, Honey." "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll make it up to you, when I get back. You'll feel like a whole harem of schoolgirls were sucking and fucking you." "How am I EVER going to make it until Sunday." "Daddy! we just can't!" "You're right. <sigh> C'mon, let's get this stuff put out there. You got everything?" "Soap, towels, two bikinis, six pairs of panties, one lacy bra, one pair of short socks, toothpaste, a book to read. Yeah, I think I've got everything." "No blouses? No pants? No dresses? No shirts, except the one you're wearing?" "Check." "Good. What's your excuse?" "They were in the dryer, and I thought YOU packed them." "Good. What about sex-things?" "Let's see, a porno-book, that I just 'found' lying around the house." <giggle> "What else?" "K-Y lube, that I 'borrowed' from the bathroom, and a six-pack of condoms." "Good. Hopefully, you won't need them." "I know. I've got them hidden. They're only in case he's scared of getting me pregnant, and won't do it without them." "Good. Did you prepare them?" "Uhuh. Just like you told me to. The first one is OK. All the rest, I nicked the tip with a razor. They won't tear, until he's all the way up inside me, and hopefully won't notice until he's already filled my tummy with sperm. I figure after squirting in me a couple of times, he'll decide why bother?" "What if he brings his own?" "I substitute mine."That's what I thought. Before I knew what was happening, I asked him why couldn't fathers get their little girls pregnant, and he asked me, 'Who told me that?' By the time we got to the cabin, we BOTH knew I was pregnant, and who had done it. "Oh boy!" "Yeah. That's what I thought. It was only when I told Billy that I WANTED to have your baby, that I was able to keep him from heading down to the police station and having you arrested for incest, statutory rape, sex with a minor, sexual assault, child abuse, endangering a minor..." "Huh? How's that?" "Getting me pregnant... child neglect, running a house of ill repute, and who knows how many more charges." "How did he figure that last one? I mean..." "Oh That! He figured you were giving ME, as payment for cleaning up this dump. I put him straight on that one FAST. Nobody GIVES me to anybody. And I let him know it, in no uncertain terms. Then, I set him straight on the rest of it." "How's that?" "I told him first of all, that you never forced me to have sex with you, no matter WHAT he thought, and if he tried to accuse you, I'd deny everything. Then I told him, that I WANTED your baby, and had been disappointed up to now, that I couldn't. It took quite a while, to convince him on that one. In fact, we started picking up the trash around here, while we talked, and were finished, and had eaten lunch, before I managed to make him understand. It took me the rest of the afternoon, to convince him that both you and I really did like him, and you weren't setting him up to be the fall-guy for me having your baby. You weren't were you?" "Oh my God, NO! Though I can see why he might think so. Oh Golly gee-whiz! I'm going to have to tell him..." "Don't worry, daddy, I already did. After dinner, I managed to get him loosened up enough to get in the hot-tub, and things went easier, after that." "That old gag still works, huh?" "Yep, he fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. Daddy?" "Yes?" "We've got to get a sign for the tub: 'No clothing allowed.'" "Too late Dear, I already let the cat out of the bag." <giggle> "I meant, for the NEXT sucker." "Oh. OK." "So, the rest of the weekend, was almost one long orgy. When Billy found out about the bed, and the zipper with the super-glue, he laughed so hard, he almost got a hernia. By that time, Billy knew about the whole thing, and he got a big laugh out of each part of his planned seduction. All wasted of course, since he wasn't as shy as we were afraid he was, by a long shot. He snickered over the 'missing' clothing, and my selection of clothes that I DID bring. Billy wasn't shy about fucking me, once he knew I wouldn't get in trouble, if he did. He's almost as horny as you, Daddy. Then we both read the porno-mag, and duplicated everything we saw in there." "Everything?" "Everything! How come you've never fucked me in the ass, Daddy?" "I didn't want to hurt you, Honey. You know that." "It didn't hurt. We put some of that KY jelly on his prick, and on my ass, and it went in easy! I almost came, just from feeling him in my ass. Then he fucked me properly afterwards, and it was GREAT. Will you fuck me in the ass sometime, Daddy?" "I guess, if you REALLY want it." "I do. Maybe tonight?" "We'll see. Is that all?" "Mostly. Today I spent most of the day 'modeling' the bikinis and other sexy-ware I brought along, until Billy couldn't get it up any more. Then we went swimming for a while, and had lunch, and then Billy fucked me a couple more times before you got here. Billy doesn't squirt as much sperm in me as you do, daddy. Still, he can get it up almost as often. He's not quite as good a fuck, 'cause he doesn't know what I like so much, but he's learning fast. I guess, that's it." "Well? Where is it?" "Where is what, Daddy?" "You said, you'd show me where I lied to you. I didn't hear it." "Daddeee! Damnit! You told me I couldn't get pregnant by you! Satisfied?" "I never told you that." "Yes you did! You said..." "Think about it. Did I EVER say, 'I can't get you pregnant,' or even, 'You can't get pregnant by your own father.'" "Uh. Well, maybe not in so many words, but..." "Think it over CAREFULLY. Remember, this is a serious charge you're making. Did I even IMPLY you couldn't get pregnant by me?... Well? Remember the day before you left? If you'll think about it, I kept TELLING you, you could get pregnant by me, and you kept making it into a fantasy." "But then how did I... You MUST have done something!" "Yes I did, and I'm sorry. When you got the idea at first, I didn't correct you. In fact, I even encouraged your mistake by deliberately NOT correcting you, when I could have. It was kind of sexy at first, thinking about sneaking a baby in your belly, when you didn't even know you could get pregnant. Then later on, when there really WAS a chance you might get knocked-up, you started telling me how much you wished I COULD. I just couldn't resist seeing how far it would go, before you found out that not only COULD I make a baby in your tight little tummy, but I already HAD. Sorry Honey. I almost got us all in a lot of trouble. Next time, I'll know better." "It's OK Daddy. I'm not mad at you, though I was, for a while. I was so busy keeping Billy from going overboard, that I didn't have TIME to get mad at you, like I wanted to. Then afterwards, I didn't dare. I mean, if Billy found out I was even slightly annoyed at you, for getting me with a fat-belly... Whooo!" "I guess that'll teach me to neglect my kid's education, huh?" "Yeah. Can you imagine going to jail, just because you forgot to tell your little girl how babies were made? Anyway, that's over. I'm still a little bit annoyed about one thing though." "What's that?" "When you got me pregnant. I missed out on knowing you were doing it. I wanted to FEEL it, when you made a baby in my tummy." "I don't know, it seemed to ME, like you felt it every time!" "Oh Daddy! That's not it, and you know it." "You're right. Sorry Margaret." "It's OK Daddy. And Daddy?" "What?" "I want to apologize for accusing you of lying to me. You don't know how much it hurt me, to even THINK you had lied to me." "Uh. I'm afraid I DO know. Someone I trusted very much, once lied to me. That's why I promised myself, I was never going to lie to you. No matter what. So far, I think I've kept my promise." "Oh, who was it, Daddy? M..." "Sshhh. Let's just say it was someone I trusted with my life, and I was betrayed. I don't want you getting mad, when you don't know the whole story." "Daddy? Will you tell me some time?" "Well... Maybe when you're 21... If you still want me to. Maybe then, you'll be old enough to understand. Maybe not. I still don't." "Promise Daddy?" <sigh> "OK. OK. I promise." "Thanks Daddy. Daddy?" "Huh?" "Can we take a nap now? All this serious discussion has made me tired." "You just want to go to bed with your old man." "That too, Daddy." <giggle> "Hoo boy, you two must have had quite a time of it in this poor old bag." "It was fun, Daddy." "Well, I sure hope so. Here, move over, so I can... Ooof." "Oh Daddy, you've got another hard-on." "Well, what do you expect, no sex for two days, then slipping into bed naked, with the sexiest female in three states?" "Daddy! I'm not THAT sexy." "Ever look in the mirror? Or ask Billy?" "Billy is prejudiced." "And so am I? I suppose so. So, what makes you think that kid in your belly is a little girl?" "I don't. Oh Daddy, that feels good. Push it up inside me, so I can sleep with you inside my tummy." "Might not get much sleep." "It's OK, Daddy. You can cum in me. Just don't take it out, OK?" "OK. If that's what you want." "Uhuh. I want our little girl to get familiar with her daddy's big cock." "Oh SHIT! Oh shit! Oh shit." "Ooh. I bet our little girl likes that. Feeling her own Daddy's sperm, when she's still in her momma. Daddy, promise me something?" "Hoo. After a cum like that, how can I refuse you anything? I can't afford anything expensive right now, Kitten." "It won't cost much Daddy." "Well, what do you want?" "Daddy, I know this baby might be a boy, even though I hope it's a girl. I've already told Billy, that I expect to have at least two babies by you, before we get married, and he says he's willing to wait." "So what do you want? My blessing on you two? You already HAVE that. And you don't have to have any more babies by me, if you don't want to. I'll understand. I mean, Billy is a VERY nice boy. Strike that. Billy is a very nice MAN, and I don't want to come between you two." "Daddy, YOU don't understand. Billy is going to have to wait, 'cause I told him so, until I am finished having as many babies by my handsome father as I want. I want at least two, and possibly three or four. Maybe even five or six." "Oh God! And Billy went along with this?" "I told him he'd better, if he ever wanted to see me again. Besides, it's not as if he won't get to fuck me. I might even marry him, if he's willing to wait for his turn in making a baby." "Wow. No wonder Billy called you strong-minded." "Daddy, I'm not forcing him to stick around. He wants to."I'm not going to make him 'beat his meat' all the time he's waiting though. Especially, now that he's felt what the real thing is like. Even you. I won't FORCE you to get me pregnant, if you don't want to. "Oh, I want to. I want to." "I thought so." "So, if it's not Billy, and you already know I'll give you all the babies you want, what is it?" "You know what I said about our little girl getting to know her father's prick? ... Oh! I see you do. Mmmmmm, it's getting stiff inside me again." "No shit! What do you expect, with a fantasy like that?" "That's the idea. I don't want it to be just a fantasy." "Margaret, I CAN'T fuck our own baby, while it's still in your womb." "Oh, don't be silly Daddy, I don't expect you to. You might even hurt the baby." "Then what DO you want?" "Well, if it's a girl, I want you to promise you'll fuck her." "I'm not going to rape my own kid." "I didn't say rape her, Daddy. I said fuck her. Do just like you did me. Feel her up, rub her titties, put your finger in her little cunny, and squirt your sperm up inside her, just like you did to me. Only I want my little girl to be luckier than I was. I want my little girl to at least have a CHANCE she might be carrying her own father's baby in her womb, as soon as possible." "God, Margie. You know how young YOU were, when you started having periods... Do you realize how young she might be, if I started the first time it was possible? Why she..." "I know, Daddy. I read the articles too. When I think of how many kids we MIGHT have had by now, I almost want to cry. I don't want my little girl to miss out, like I did." "My God, you're serious." "You bet your boots I am, Daddy. Just think how tight she'd be inside. Oooh, That got you, didn't it? Making babies in little girls turns you on, huh? Promise me Daddy. Promise me, and you can make three or four babies in me. Oh! That's it! Squirt your sperm in me Daddy. Give our little girl a taste. She wants it. Please Daddy, Promise?" "OK. OK. Huf. I promise. On one condition... Well, two." "What's that Daddy?" "First, she's got to want it. I'm NOT going to force her, or even ASK her. She's got to come to me, and ask." "That's easy. I wouldn't expect anything different, anyway. However, I'm NOT going to hide how much I like sex from her, and she's going to know I like getting it from my own daddy. I don't think she'll wait as long as you might expect. What's the other condition?" "That if it's a BOY, you agree to do the same thing with him. I STILL have wet-dreams about my mother, that I wish I could make real. If you don't want your little girl to miss out, neither do I want my son to." "Now THAT is a promise!" "Promise." "Night dear." "Night Daddy. Push it up in me a little more... There. I don't want it leaking all over the bed. Thanks. "Sweet dreams." "Mmmmm..." "Damnit. She's snoring again. Oh well, if I can't sleep, what CAN I do? I guess I'll figure something out. Heh. Heh. Cute little baby girl, with her own father's prick stuck up inside her hot little hole, squirting sperm into her tight little belly, to join the kid he's already planted in her... Oh God, I... I... Oh Jesus, that's good. Hooo... NOW what am I going to do? I don't dare pull out. I'll get cum all over the sleeping bag. Oh damn, I'm trapped." "Oh boy."

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Raping Little Suzy

"Daddy," said my daughter Karen, trying to get my attention. I was sucking on the little girl's swollen breasts, while my little sister kept my cock hard by giving it an occasional lick, so it'd be ready when our daughter was. "Yes, Honey?" I turned my attention to the 12-year-old girl's other nipple. In spite of her distraction, I could tell that the child was getting aroused. "Isn't it about time you raped Suzy?" The little girl's voice was getting ragged as I started licking my way down her smooth little tummy. This attracted my attention. I stopped licking the little girl's navel and used my hands to stimulate her while I answered. "Gee, Honey," I said, "our daughter's only 4 years old! Give the little girl a chance. I didn't rape you until you were over 6 years old, you know. Even then, I was a little bit early. You didn't get pregnant until you were 7, and didn't keep one until you were 8. Even your sister..." I was interrupted by Diane, as she told her own story. "Daddy raped me for the first time when I was 5," she said proudly. At my stern glance, she continued, "Well, OK. 5 and a half. But I got pregnant with Jason when I was only 6." She looked over at me and amended, "OK, almost 7. And Daddy raped Ginny for the first time just last year. I think our daughter's already pregnant. Anyway, she's already starting to like it. Even though she's only 6." Diane shifted her swollen belly to a more comfortable position as she continued, "So what makes you think Suzy needs it?" "She's been playing around with Jason," said Karen, as I got ready to mount the little girl. "So?" I asked. "Jason doesn't cum yet, and even if he did, do you care if your nephew gets Suzy pregnant? What's so different if I did?" "The trouble is," said Karen, arching her back to take my engorged penis up inside her, "what if he doesn't? When Jason was finished, he had red on his cock, and it wasn't her virginity. She lost that 2 years ago when Jason did his first rape-training session. You remember? Suzy was the only one small enough and who still had her virginity then. Of course, there's Keri, and Tracy now." "Oh Shit!" said my little sister, at our daughter's words. "You think she's already having periods?" Karen was getting carried away; as the stimulation of my cock inside her made her forget the conversation for a moment. "Unh! unnngh! Augghh. Oh Daddy! Daddy. Fuck me! Get me pregnant, Daddy. I want another baby. Please Daddy! Knock me up?" The whole family was getting excited, watching me get ready to impregnate my second-oldest daughter. "Do it Daddy," they all chorused, almost in unison, "make a baby in Karen."I let another shudder go through my frame as I went to work. When I told the boss that I had to rape my daughter that night for her first time, she sympathetically let me go an hour earlier. I didn't make the mistake of coming home early though, as that might tip the little girl off. I didn't want any repeats of what happened to my little sister. I went over to my sister's grave and threw some flowers down on it from the bridge. They don't let you get too close, unless you're wearing protective gear. That night, I tried to act normal, playing with Suzy no more and no less than I usually did. It was a strain, not reaching out and hugging her like I wanted to. Just before bedtime, Suzy came over, gave me a hug, a kiss, and whispered in my ear, "It's OK, Daddy. Really!" and trotted off, to be tied down. My jaw dropped. Suzy knew! Somehow the little girl knew. And she had gone to her room quietly, with no fighting. Tears ran down my cheeks as I thought of my love for the little girl. Well, in spite of (or because of) my love for my child, I wouldn't stint on her tonight. Suzy would get it all, even if she was only 4 years old. For the next hour, I tried to lose myself in watching TV, but the news made it hard to forget. Finally, it was time. At 20:00, I knew I had put it off long enough. I heaved myself out of my chair and headed down to pick up the pill that would enable me to do the job that I had to do. I knew that without the bio-engineered helper-pills, I wouldn't even be able to have an erection at the thought of what my little girl would go through, let alone be able to rape her properly. Karen was waiting for me by the door to the "safe" room. She already had my pill, and a glass of milk to wash it down with, in her hand. "Thanks dear," I said, as I picked up the yellow and gold pill and gave her a kiss. This might be the last kiss I ever had, without guilt overpowering me. Suddenly I looked down at the distinctively colored pill in my hand. "A FIVE?" I asked. "My God Karen. She's only 4 years old! I only needed a three, for YOU!" I was almost crying. Karen was crying. After all, the little girl was HER daughter too. Still, she nodded, before replying. "You love her too much," she said. "If you go in there and can't get it up..." I entered the "safe" room. Unusually, in our case, it actually was a converted safe. The building had at one time been a bank, and we used the old safe as a "safe" room. Funny isn't it? One thing for sure, I'd never be able to break out, unless the monitors said it was OK. Not with three-inch thick steel walls. We didn't even need soundproofing like most "safe" rooms, as the thickness of the walls precluded the need. I felt the pressure change as Karen shut the door, and the life-support system took over. There was a final-sounding "thoom" as the big door sealed. I knew there would be no exit now, for three hours. By which time, either everything would be OK, or Suzy, or me, or both of us would be dead. It was a sobering thought. I looked over at the little girl tied spread-eagled on the bed/rack. Only four years old. She hadn't even had a chance to go to kindergarten yet. The crying shame was that she was so precocious in so many ways. She was already reading grown-up novels, why did she have to be precocious in this manner also? I let my looks linger over her small body one last time. How could a man get excited at this? Smooth boyish hips. Not even bumps on her little chest. Well maybe tiny ones, she WAS precocious. Her tiny little slit wasn't even tempting. She looked almost sexless. I knew, that in a short while, my viewpoint would change drastically. I popped the pill in my mouth and washed it down with milk. Then I stood, and waited. I knew that the nano-robots on the cover were primed by milk, and were already stripping the cover off, as it made its way down my throat. The new fast-acting pills made it easier to take. I shuddered for one last time. A Five! Suddenly, I was no longer scared. I was a MAN, and I knew what needed doing, and I was going to DO it. I looked over at the sexy young thing tied up for my pleasure. GOOD! She couldn't move, so I wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt by flying fists, or raking nails. (The thought, that it would be harder to hurt HER, if she couldn't be bent out of shape, didn't occur to me.) I went over, and sniffed at the child's crack. The smell hit me like a ton of bricks. THIS was what I needed. I suddenly had no control over my body, as I started licking the crack of the little girl, like a man fresh from the desert would go for ice-cream. The pheromones emanating from the little-girl body almost drove me insane. (Of course, I WAS technically insane at that moment anyway.) It was definitely the "right-time-of-month" for the little-girl/woman. (Somewhere in the back of my mind, a sigh of relief went unheard.) I ate, and slobbered, and rasped my tongue up and down the little girl's slit, trying to drink more and more of her sweet juices, before I lost control. My slobbering must have woken Suzy up. "Daddy?" she asked, hesitantly. Thank God for the pill. I was unable to answer intelligently. I let out a loud, "Grraauuugh!" My arousal had reached a point, where I HAD to do something. I grabbed my engorged penis, and tried to shove it up inside the tiny little hole that I had been slobbering over. It wouldn't go. My drugged body couldn't believe it. I tried again, pushing harder. Surprisingly, the little girl didn't resist, and actually pushed back! It still wouldn't go. I don't know what would have happened, if Suzy hadn't spoken up, not in pain, or fear, but sensibly. "Lube," she said. Even my sex-crazed mind made sense out of this. In my neglect, I had wasted time, I should have had the little girl all lubricated BEFORE I took the pill. Luckily, the tube was right to hand, and I hurriedly smeared it on my cock, and barely as an afterthought, on the little girl as well. This time, when I pushed, my cock started in. I looked down, at where my big cock was entering the little-girl body. Eleven and a half inches of cock were somehow going to go into that little forty-two inch body. By the time you subtracted a foot and a half for her legs... My cock was going to be halfway up in her chest, when I bottomed out. I felt proud, that I had such a big cock. The contrast was something. "Aghh!" gasped Suzy, when my cock first entered her. Then gasps and whimpers as I went deeper. Next a loud, "Ow!" as I broke through the remnants of her hymen. Her cousin had been too small to complete the job. I pushed in still deeper, until over four inches had penetrated the child's body, and I was at the end of her vagina. By this time, Suzy was crying steadily. I could see blood dripping out around the tightly stretched lips of her vagina, and I knew I had torn her when I went inside. I was proud of myself.Not many men could tear a girl, just by sticking his cock inside her. I couldn't wait until I got it all the way inside! This goaty thought was enough to make me climax for the first time. My overexcited cock began spewing baby-juice all over the inside of the little girl's vagina. Knowing that she could get pregnant was an extra thrill. I imagined the little girl's belly swollen with my baby inside, and I pushed even harder, trying to impregnate her, while I continued to send spasm after spasm of potent sperm into the little girl's tiny belly. As my ejaculations slowed, the stimulation of the little girl's vagina squeezing on the end of my cock made me want more. I needed more! I pushed more of my cock into my daughter's tiny little belly. There was a tearing/ripping sensation, and Suzy screamed! Ahhh! It felt so good! Another 3 inches of my cock slid into the tight sleeve. By now, it was clear up inside the little girl's womb, and I was STILL squirting sperm inside her. I withdrew a half-inch, and pushed back in. Suzy screamed again. Boy, that felt good! Out, and in again. More screaming from Suzy, as my cock went even farther inside. By now, 2/3 of my cock was buried in the little girl's belly. The screaming intensified, as I pushed in even harder. I was going to plant the rest of my seed, as far up inside the little girl's belly as I could. Her screams by now were almost continuous, as she tore a little each time I pushed forward. The little girl's screams were becoming associated in my mind with the pleasure I was getting from the little girl's body sliding down my cock. I had to get the rest in! Grabbing the little girl's hips, I pushed forward with all my might, as I pushed my cock up into the little girl, like a man coring a pineapple. There was a final tearing sensation, and all but the last two inches of my cock slid up inside my tiny little daughter's torn belly. I could feel the little girl's liver move out of the way, as the tip of my cock forced its way through the torn walls of her womb, and up inside her belly, until it came to rest against the diaphragm separating her chest cavity from her stomach. I could feel the little girl's heart beating wildly against the head of my penis, as I forced the last two inches up into and THROUGH her diaphragm! Suzy fainted, as the pain must have finally been too much. I was somewhat disappointed when the screaming stopped, as I had begun to associate it with the pleasure. However, the feeling of the little girl's heart beating against the tip of my penis, while her lungs massaged it, caused me so much OTHER pleasure that I felt it was a fair exchange. I began spewing still another load of sperm inside the little girl. Only this time, it squirted against the little girl's heart and lungs, from the inside. I worked my cock in and out, for a bit, enjoying the feel of the little girl's bare pussy rubbing against the base of my cock while her whole body massaged the length of it, like a sock drawn on over my foot. After a while, the limp little body no longer provided me with the same pleasure. It had felt so much better (and tighter) when the little girl had been screaming and fighting back. I still needed more release! Three times now, I had ejaculated my seed into various parts of the little girl's body, but I needed at least two more. Hurriedly, I withdrew from the child's vagina, and forced my swollen member up the child's defenseless anus. Suzy would have screamed again, I'm sure, if she had still been conscious, as my 11-inch cock slid up into her poor little rectum. The lubrication of my sperm and her blood made it go in easily, and it wasn't until the last three inches went inside her that I tore open her intestines, and forced my penis the rest of the way up into her guts, so that it went through the same hole as before in her chest cavity. Pulling the little girl's body on and off my engorged cock, I jacked off inside her, enjoying the feeling of her body resisting me, as I pleasured myself in her. This was great. This was what a man was FOR! I ejaculate another generous helping of my incestuous sperm inside the little girl's torn body. After a while, the lack of resistance began to pall. I needed MORE stimulation! Removing my penis from her ravaged behind, I pulled the bottom of the hood from her chin, and tried to insert my blood, sperm and shit-covered cock into the child's mouth. It wouldn't go more than an inch, before slamming against the back of her mouth. I was frantic now. I had to get inside her! Madly, I ripped at the restraints holding the hood, and her head in place; ones designed to prevent this very thing. They weren't designed to stand up a 200-pound man's frantic yanking though. Intentionally so, as I would have mashed her head, in my frantic need, if I had to, to remove it from the straps. Yanking at the girl's head, I bent it backwards, and forced my cock down her throat. It STILL wouldn't go far enough. Yanking even harder, I bent the child's head backwards even farther, until I had a straight shot down her oral cavity, barely hearing the sickening "snap" of her neck. The shudders of the girl's lower body suddenly ceased. I didn't notice. I finally had managed to push my swollen penis down the little girl's throat. Her gasps for air stimulated my cock to new heights. God, it felt good! Trying to get even more stimulation, the next time I felt Suzy sucking for breath, I rammed my cock down her throat, into her windpipe! This was wonderful! The girl's body began thrashing, as the air was cut off. The suction on my penis was incredible, as her body tried desperately to get air. I began spewing great gobs of sperm into the little girl's lungs, as her body gave a last climactic shudder, and then became still. For what seemed like hours, I rested there, feeling the last sticky drops of cum flow from the end of my penis, coating the inside of the little girl's now quiet lungs. Finally satisfied, I withdrew. I felt wonderful, satisfied as never before. I had proved my maleness on this insignificant female form. I was magnificent. I was a MAN! I was... I was... I was a man who had just brutally murdered his own little 4-year-old daughter. I felt like cutting my own throat, as I came down from the effects of the pill, and looked at the terribly ravaged figure of my little girl. Blood, Shit, and sperm were everywhere, somehow accentuating the innocence of the tiny body. Now that the pill's effects had worn off, I could remember the code needed to remove the child's restraints. I did this, and then picked up the rag-doll-like body, and cuddled it, while tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew that too much time had passed to help her now. I wondered just how I was going to explain that to Karen. Carefully, I wiped the little girl's face clean, trying to keep from wincing at the sight of the drool of blood and sperm that dripped out. My sorrowful meditation was interrupted by a faint, "beep". It couldn't be! I had strangled the little girl with my cock for over 10 minutes. I knew it! Still, hoping against hope, I looked over at the monitor. "Beep." One minute and 20 seconds. One minute and 22 seconds. 23. 24. 25. "Beep." A cold flow of adrenaline ran through my veins like ice-water. The time-dilation. I had forgotten the time-dilation! Suddenly, the drills trained into me for hours each day over a period of months took control of my body like a robot. "First check for arterial bleeding. If necessary, tie off the artery with whatever comes handy. Just don't tie it around the victim's neck! (Ha ha.)" Frantically I searched for the flow that would endanger all other measures. I ignored the broken neck, that made the little girl's head flop like a dead chicken. No sign of the heavy flow that a broken artery would have produced. "Beep," went the monitor. One minute 35 seconds. "Next, look for puncture-wounds in the chest." I shivered, as I remembered the terrible hole I had put inside the little girl's body earlier. Still, I didn't think I had damaged her lungs. "Beep." One minute 50 seconds. "Finally, before starting, drain as much as possible, of any fluid from the victim's lungs." I shuddered, as I remembered just how much thick sticky cum I had ejaculated inside the child's lungs. My body ignored my mental despair, and proceeded to turn the child over, head down, face down, and pushed HARD on her back. I noticed, and tried not to disturb a mysteriously broken arm, as I did so. Only a small amount of drool and cum dripped out. "Beep." Two minutes 10 seconds. "Then, and only then, administer CPR, using the oxygen mask clipped to the side of the tie-down table." Thankfully, the oxygen mask was already pre-set to administer to a child of Suzy's size. I mentally thanked Karen for doing her job. Grabbing the mask, I squirted two puffs of oxygen in the little girl's lungs, making sure the chest rose. Then push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I fell into a rhythm. As I pushed with one hand, I worked out the defib, with the other. "Beep." Two minutes 40 seconds. I breathed a sigh of relief. Well under the four minutes at which brain-damage occurs. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen.Using my free left hand, I placed the patches in the proper spots on the little girl. Push-push-push-push-push, on the chest, and another puff with the oxygen. I got the last patch attached and hit the "RUN" button on the heart-monitor. "BLAAAAAT!" Hastily, I removed my hands from my daughter's body while the electrodes shocked her heart back into working. "Bee..." 0 minutes 0 seconds. From the monitor. Blip, Blip, blip-blip, blip, blip, blip. My daughter's heart was beating again. I was crying again, and not in the least bit ashamed, as I watched my daughter come back to life. Already, the plague-bots were doing their intended job and repairing the terrible damage that I had inflicted on her. As I watched, the tears in the skin around her vagina slowly closed, and the skin knit back together. I knew that inside, even greater marvels were being performed as the nano-engineered robots repaired the damage wrought by me. Only by repairing great bodily harm, while being injected with a close relative's sperm and male-system 'bots, close to the injury, could a child as young as Suzy's immune system be overcome by the male-portion of the super-microscopic system, and thus give her the benefits, as well as the drawbacks of the plague. Mentally (for the thousandth time) I cursed the religious fanatic who had so ingeniously crafted this system. The benefits, of almost complete immunity to physical harm or disease, were astounding. The drawbacks were just as bad. A second time, I cursed him, adding to the billions of curses already heaped upon his roasting soul. This time it was for his stupidity, at missing the bug in the 'bots program that was supposed to ensure fidelity. I managed to remember to hold Suzy's neck straight while the repair work went on, so we wouldn't have to break it again later. After about 20 minutes, she seemed to be just sleeping, and her feet responded by curling to the pressure of my finger, so I laid her back on the tie-down rack and, after placing new covers on it, I put back the restraints. Hopefully, she would think it was all just a bad dream when she awoke. I watched with a heart filled with love as the little girl's chest rose and fell repeatedly. It would never be this bad again. Next month, unless we were lucky and she got pregnant, she would already be inoculated, and I would only have to fuck her normally. (Of course, even this would be painful for such a little girl, as I was large, she was small, and her vagina would have shrunk back to its little-girl size. Even her virginity would have been repaired.) I thumbed the intercom and heard my daughter's quiet sobs. I think Karen figured that she had lost both of us, as it was now over two hours into our isolation period, and she hadn't heard from me. Thankfully, I had good news. "Karen," I said, barely able to get the words out through my suddenly constricted throat, as I thought of how close I had come to never seeing either her OR Suzy again, "we both made it." I then started weeping uncontrollably as my thumb dropped from the button.At this point, the man would also be protected, so it was to his advantage to get married as well. Of course, not being completely stupid (well, he was a genius, even if blind in certain spots), he checked prototypes of his creations out before releasing them on an unsuspecting world. The trouble really came out of what he used to check them out on. Like any self-respecting researcher, he used laboratory white mice. After several generations of robots, he finally got one that seemed to produce the desired results in the observed mice. Not wanting to produce a race of immortal mice, his program had a built-in fail-safe, which he activated, killing all the mice and all the robots used in the test. It is assumed that there was a similar fail-safe built into the ones used for humans, but he was torn apart by the mob before he had a chance to activate it. The nano-bots were self-protecting to an amazing degree. If examined with penetrating radiation, they self-destructed into a completely unrecognizable mess, so it was almost impossible to examine them. At the time of the story, scientists had just been able to freeze some with liquid helium and make some cursory examinations. Previously, because of the technological breakdown, no such studies had been possible. It wasn't until about a month after the first release, when he announced his invention to the world, that the horrible results of an otherwise minor bug in his invention's program became apparent. His testing had all been with laboratory rats, which for research purposes are inbred to a degree unheard of in the real world. The bug didn't show up at first, until people who had just gotten married started dying in a most horrible manner. People who were already married seemed to be immune. About six months later, unmarried women started dying as well. At this point, it looked as though the human race was finished, as only married couples were surviving, and there were no successful new marriages. When that news came out, was when the mob tore through the prison gates, took the inventor out, and ripped him limb from limb. They then proceeded to his house and killed all of his relatives, saying that if they weren't going to have any children, none of his would survive. This became a worldwide witch-hunt. Even after one hundred years, the suggestion that someone might be distantly related to "Bad Jahmain" was enough to start people to unthinkingly and uncaringly kill and destroy any male relative of the accused person. People no longer killed the female relatives, preferring them to suffer, "as they deserved," by dying by the "plague" as it was now called. It was only after the population of the world had been reduced by almost 2/3, by either the plague, suspicion of the plague, riots, malnutrition, wars, and other calamities, that a curious pattern of survivors was observed. People (such as some families in Arkansas) who came from highly inbred relationships, weren't dying at the same rate as everyone else. In fact, the closer the relationship, the better the chance of surviving marriage. Suddenly, the world went on a wild orgy of incest. Surprisingly, it actually worked. The nano-bots' program had a flaw that made them reject DNA too far out of "spec" with their hosts and treated it as a case of rape or adultery. Only a male with at least a 27% match of DNA would be acceptable to them. Any others would be fatal to both partners. Thankfully for the biodiversity of the human race, there was a second bug that only became apparent after almost 30 years. There was a hole in the program that counted female births. Once a woman had her four daughters and actually had a male baby, for some reason, the "chastity" program no longer worked on her. For this reason, women who managed to have a male baby were highly prized and could almost name their rewards and who they would accept as partners. Eventually, to counteract the world's outrage when several men were found to be holding 7 "male-bearers" as concubines against their will, laws were enacted to ensure a more even distribution. Such women were forbidden from carrying more than 1 baby for any one man, and any man who was found to have impregnated a woman not his immediate relative more than once had his male organ scratched while covered with vaginal secretions from another man's woman. The death was not nice. After about 80 years, an unusual side-effect of having the 'bots monitoring appeared. Because of inbreeding, people who started having sex early as a precaution, the average age of first menstruation and first successful pregnancy began to drop. Normally, this would have been self-correcting, but the nano-'bots' repair facility actually made it possible for incredibly young girls to not only menstruate but to actually get pregnant and successfully carry their babies to term. In fact, it was extremely rare for a pregnancy to not go to term, and unheard of for the mother to not survive, no matter how young, as the nano-'bots continually monitored the whole process and made sure not only of the health of the mother but that the DNA pattern was properly followed, and the baby developed normally. For some reason, there were never any twin or other multiple births anymore. At the time of the story, it was not completely unheard-of for a child as young as 4 to have a baby, and the current world-record was a girl who had her first baby two months shy of her third birthday. Both baby and mother were doing fine, and at the time of the story, the young woman was on her fourth male baby and was hoping to compete for the world record of 5. Her daughter (the first of 20) was already on her second male child at the ripe old age of 15. The nano-'bots seemed to have a learning program of some kind, because they seemed to get better at taking care of people as the years passed. They also got harder to fool. There was a trouble with the youth-progression though. First, the younger the child was when they had their first period, the sooner they needed to be "serviced" or "raped" by a male relative. And it really was "Rape". Children that young are going to be hurt when a male old enough to ejaculate forces his penis into such a small hole. Also, the injury-repair program that was originally intended to be activated by the breaking of a woman's hymen seemed to need unusual measures to be activated in children younger than 6 years old. The child's immune-system, already bolstered by her own female-system 'bots, actively rejected the male-system bot's that normally would re-program hers to do their repair-work. Only by giving both sets of plague-'bots a major repair job right at the sight of their joining could they be overcome. If the activation was not done the first time, the job became progressively harder as the female-system bots learned to repulse the male ones until, if the subject didn't get activated by the third time, they never would. There was some debate in the medical community at the time whether the benefits of being protected and almost immortality thereby were worth the almost 15% death-rate of those who tried for the third time. In case the reader is wondering about a runaway birthrate, the population at the time of the story was just barely approaching 50 million again in the United States, and there were signs of a vastly slowing fertility rate. Some secondary program in the nano-'bots seemed to be kicking in. Since the original inventor had been a rabid environmentalist as well as a devout Muslim, this was no surprise. Oh yes, one final thing: "Surprise-surprise:" The effect of the 'plague' on religion was exactly the opposite of what the originator intended. There were now NO Muslims left in the world. Those who survived the original pogroms and riots either switched religions (for health reasons), were killed in later riots when they were discovered, or went completely underground. Any remnants now embraced a religion that was far removed from what Mohammed had originally set up, as Mecca no longer existed, having been leveled by a 50 megaton warhead, and the required public prayers and posturings would have gotten the poor worshiper mobbed the moment they started. There were only 5 official copies of the Koran in the world. One in Moscow, 2 in the Vatican, One under heavy guard in the library of congress, and one in the Louvre in France. Anywhere else in the world, it was a capital offense, punished by instant on-the-spot stoning to death, to possess a copy. Probably, all your male relatives would be killed too, and your female relatives left to die from the plague. This last actually happened, just outside the story. The "Haas" riots referred to had been a case of mistaken identity. The man, one Ira Hass, had been a student studying the early years of the interregnum. At that time, a Charismatic preacher had written a vitriolic attack on Mohammed, entitled "The fallacies of the Koran," which the young man had been reading. A neighbor, who had just lost his 6-year old daughter to the plague, noticed him reading a black book with the word "Koran" on it and had gone insane. He had gathered up a posse of neighbors and had practically torn the young man limb from limb, never giving him a chance to explain. They had then proceeded to stone his son and younger brother to death and killed his father when he returned from work, rejoicing in their "cleansing" of their town.The only male survivor of the family was a cousin, who died of head injuries about 8 months later. It was only after they had finished their "dirty work" that someone noticed the real title of the book, just before they were going to burn it. At first, the town tried to hush the whole thing up, but the 7 remaining women, having no reason to keep quiet, yelled the whole story to the press. There was nothing that anyone could do for them now, of course, and all except one committed suicide. That one was pregnant and had narrowly missed being killed too. If the mob had realized she was carrying a male child, she would have been as well. As it was, the only remaining member of the family would have to wait until he was 15 or so and hope to attract some of the few "male-bearers" to continue his family line. Since the whole world felt guilty about this, his chances were probably pretty good. Certainly, he would have no financial worries. Oh, one final thing, hinted at in the story: Once a "termination" sequence had been activated, the 'bots attacked any live flesh available, not just their hosts, until the host flesh had been completely used up for energy. Only the original host would feed the dying 'bots, but a person could lose an arm or leg, past the ability of plague-'bot repair, if they handled the deceased body of someone who had recently died of the "plague." You generally wouldn't die; you would just almost wish you had.

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Girl Scout Baby-Sitting Services

"But I don't HAVE a baby that needs babysitting!" "Don't worry... WE supply that too." "Uh... I'm not sure I want girls bringing over other people's kids." "Oh, don't be silly! Part of the 'babysitting' service we Scouts provide is having you 'sit a baby' in the Girl Scout who comes over to 'sit' for you. No problem, see." "Uh... But I already... Uh... My wife will...." "Here... Let's give you just a TINY sample of the 'services' we're going to offer for a VERY reasonable price. You won't even have to take out a second mortgage." "But I... Uh... Oh God...." <Slurp, slurp, slurp.> "Marie! Don't suck the slob off. SIT on him." "But he... Oh damn, you're right. Here... get that thing in... UH!... Oh God, he's even bigger than Daddy. Shit. It feels like it's coming out my throat. Uh... huh... huh... huh." "Careful. You don't want him cumming in you before he signs the babysitting contract." "Oh God... I'm gonna...." "Uh, uh, uhn, uh! No you don't! We don't provide babysitting services until you sign! Marie... You'd better get off now." "But he's... Yes, Scout Cynthia." "Now you be a GOOD little parent, and sign right here." "But I'm NOT a parent." "Don't worry... You WILL be, before the contract is up." "There... Now let's be going, Marie." "But... But... But what about my...." "Oh... THAT. Your regularly scheduled babysitter will be over to supply the 'services' contracted for, at the specified time. Surely you don't expect one of US to do such a nasty thing? Goodbye, Mr. Jones; and thanks for your business." "But I... But we... But I was just gonna...." <Click!> <Groan!>

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Jacking off in your little sister

"Mike, did you remember to jack off in your little sister this morning?" "Yes, Mom." "BOTH of them?" "Aw, Geez. Mom, I just blew my load in Cindy. Do I have to do Jenny too?" "Mike, you know better than that. Jenny's period is in about two weeks, and your father and I don't want her missing her chance. Besides, it's time she helped out by having some of the babies around here, instead of having me and your Aunt Marie do all the chores... and that means that we expect you to do your part too. So get back in that room, and don't come out until your little sister's womb is full of cum, OK?" "Yes, Mom." "And don't try to sound like it's such a big chore... I know you like feeling your little sister's tight little slit sucking the sperm out of your prick up into her tummy just as much as she does... if not more." "Aw, Geez, Mom... but Jenny's only 10 years old." "Ten years old, or 25, your little sister has been having periods now for almost a year... she's definitely old enough to breed. Or do you want me to have your father do it? I thought you LIKED fucking the little kid... you've been doing it since she was five." "Never mind, Mom. I'll do it. I just don't like the thought of hurting her by getting her pregnant when she's so little." "You should have thought of THAT, the first time you squirted baby-making sperm in your little sister's tummy back when she was five. Now get busy." "Yes, Mom." "Good. I'll expect you to have both of your sisters pregnant before Christmas. Either that, or I'll have your father help out. Do you want that?" "No, Mom... I'll do it." "See to it... and Jenny?" "Yes, Mom?" "Make sure your big brother does it right when he jacks off in you. And when he's finished, I want you to lay there for at least half an hour before getting up to let your big brother's sperm soak in properly, OK?" "But, Mom, I'm hungry!" "You do what I said. I'll keep your food hot until you get out... but if you rush the job, you won't get ANY breakfast, you hear?" "Yes, Mom." "Now Mike, you take your sister in the other room and jack off in her right this time. I want you to sperm your little sister's womb real good at least once before you leave for school for the next week. If you hurry, you'll have time for breakfast too; so hurry up." "Yes, Mom." "Geez, the things you have to do to get kids to do their chores today. <Sigh> I swear it wasn't so difficult to get you to jack off in me, when Mom had you knock me up for the first time." <Snicker> "No, it never was." "C'mere, Little Brother, let's go peek in on our kids, see how they're doing, and maybe get a little baby-making practice in ourselves." "I thought from now on that you were going to leave the baby-making to Mike and his two little sisters." "Like hell I am. I just want their help. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop having kids myself. Or do you want me to get Daddy to do the job again?" "No... I'll do it. You always WERE the boss when it came to sex, weren't you, Janet?" "And always will be too. And don't you forget it." "Yes, Dear." "C'mon... if we hurry, we can watch while our son squirts his sperm right up inside Jenny's tight little baby-hole, and plants a baby in his own little sister's cute little tummy at the same time as you jack-off in me, and plant yet another kid or two in mine." "OoooooOhhHH!" "I knew that would get you."

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Practicing with my little sister

"It's time you two kids learned about sex. Now both of you get on the bed," said my mother. Obediently, Karen and I started to climb on our mother's bed. "Not that way, you idiots." Momma sounded disgusted. "Get undressed first!" Karen grinned at me, and I grinned back. We knew that Momma wasn't really mad, just impatient for some reason. Still, we hurriedly stripped out of our clothes, before getting on the bed, as Momma told us to. "Now you lie down there, and lift your legs, and spread them," said Momma to my little sister. "Then I'll show your brother what to do." "Yes Momma," Said Karen. "Then what?" "Then I'm going to teach you two how to make a baby." I didn't say a word. I figured I already knew how babies were made, but if you think I was going to tell Momma that, you're crazier than I am. Especially, as it was beginning to look like Momma was not only going to TELL us how babies were made, she was going to give us an actual demonstration. I wondered if she was going to actually let me stick my cock up inside my 6-year-old little sister, or just show us how. In either case, it just might lead to me being able to ejaculate my sperm inside the little girl. If not now, then maybe later, after Momma's "lessons." I figured that Karen wouldn't object to my advances, once Momma had broken the ice, so to speak. It turned out, that Momma was way ahead of me. "Now you get between your sister's legs," she instructed me. "I'm sure you know what to do then." I couldn't believe it. Momma actually WANTED me to fuck my little sister? "You mean...?" I asked. "Uhhuh," said Momma, "I'm sure you'd like to, so get up there and teach your little sister how to make a baby." I couldn't deny the "like-to" part. My cock was so swollen, I thought it would burst. Still, this WAS my little sister. "Uh, Momma?" I asked, "What if she...?" I couldn't say it. I tried again: "I mean, what if I...?" I still couldn't say it. Momma could. "Get her pregnant?" she asked. I nodded. My cock bobbed in time with my head, leaking dribbles of pre-cum on my little sister's leg. "It's OK Mike," reassured my mother. "Karen's too young yet, to have a baby. Besides, it'd be kind of nice, to have another child around the house. So don't worry, just do it. Let's see if you're man enough." I couldn't believe it. Momma not only didn't seem to care, if I got my own little sister pregnant, she actually seemed to WANT me to. Well, I might not believe it, but that didn't stop me. I pushed my pre-cum dribbling cock up against my little sister's tight little hole, and shoved! Chapter: 2 "Ow!" said Karen, "That hurts." "Sorry," I said. Well I was, but not TOO sorry. My little 6-year-old sister's tight little cunny was wrapped around the head of my leaking penis squeezing it in a manner that threatened to have me squirting baby-juice all over the inside of her vagina, before I even got all the way inside her. "I've got to get the rest of it in." I warned her. "Does he have to, Momma?" Asked Karen. Momma's face was bright red with excitement, as she watched my cock slide a little farther into my sister. "Yes dear," she replied. "He's got to get it all the way up inside you, if he's going to impregnate you properly." Momma's words almost had me spouting my sperm in my sister's tight little cunny, before I was fully inside her. WOW! Momma actually WANTED me to impregnate my little sister. My cock must have grown at least another inch, at the very thought. Still, as Momma had previously pointed out, Karen was probably too young yet, to get pregnant. I pushed in a little harder. "Ow," said my sister again, then she bit her lip, to keep from squawking. I didn't like the thought of hurting my little sister, but the tight ring sliding down my engorged penis, was too exciting for me to stop now. Suddenly, the rest of my cock slid home in my little sister's belly, as I felt the tight ring of her vagina come to rest around the base of my cock. In the meantime, ANOTHER tight ring slipped over the head of my penis, and a little over halfway down. I knew I had just busted my little sister's cherry, and the remnants were still squeezing on my prick. I looked down, to where my penis vanished into my little sister's crack. Her tight little cunny was obscenely stretched around the base of my prick, and my fuzz of pubic-hair was rubbing against their smooth nakedness. I couldn't believe it. I had cock all the way up inside my own little 6-year-old sister's tight little cunt, and I was actually fucking her. Momma seemed to be as excited as I was. "That's it," she encouraged. "Fuck your little sister. C'mon boy, do it. Teach your little sister how to make a baby. Go on Mike, knock the kid up." The only one who didn't seem to be enjoying this, was Karen. Still, she didn't seem to mind all that much. In fact, she actually encouraged me to go on, as she seemed to want to please Momma. "Yeah Mike," she said, gritting her teeth, and pushing back at me. I could see a trickle of wet seeping out of the corners of her eyes, as the fought back the tears, but she still continued to egg me on. "Do it Mike," she said. "Knock me up, like Momma says. Teach me how to make a baby, so I'll know what to do, when I get married. I don't mind Mike. You can make a baby in me, if you want to." All the time, she kept rocking back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her tight little hole. Chapter: 3 It was too much for me. Feeling my little sister's tight little hole squeezing on my swollen cock was bad enough, but hearing BOTH my mother and little sister begging me to knock her up was too much. I began squirting my sperm all over the inside of my little sister's tight little cunt. Oh God, it felt good to let that load of baby-juice go. Right where it belonged too. Right up inside my own little sister's welcoming young womb. Oooohhh, it felt good! Seeing me lose control, and jam my exploding cock up inside Karen's little slit, Momma knew I was doing it as well. "Feel it?" she asked Karen. "Feel your brother squirting something inside you? That's his sperm. The stuff that makes babies in little girls. Your brother's squirting the stuff that makes babies right up inside you, and he's going to make a baby in that cute little belly of yours. Go on, squeeze your brother's cock, and make him squirt inside you. That's it Honey. Make your brother squirt LOTS of the stuff that makes babies right up inside you, where it belongs." All the while Momma was saying this, my cock continued to pulse inside my little sister, sending wave after wave of thick sticky cum up inside the little girl's body. I couldn't believe how much sperm I was ejaculating inside my little sister. On and on it went, until finally I had no more to give. Still, my penis ached with dry squirts, as I tried to send still more baby-juice into my little sister's womb. It was no use, I had given her every bit I had. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of my little sister, while her cunny kept my shrinking cock warm, squeezing out every last drop of incestuous sperm up inside her, where it belonged. Afterwards, Momma told us both to just lie there awhile, so that my sperm would have a good chance to soak into Karen's womb, before we got up. That night, Momma had us "practice" again. In fact, from then on, until I went to college, Momma insisted that Karen and I "Practice making a baby." at least once a day, while she watched. Quite often, we "practiced" much more often than that. In fact most of the time I slept in my little sister's bed with her; and we'd practice making a baby before we went to sleep, and once again in the morning. It was fun. Besides, it sure made Momma happy, to know that her two kids were working to give her the grandchildren she wanted. Two years later, when Suzy turned 7-years old, Momma had me teach HER how to make a baby, as well. She got to be almost as good as her older sister. I imagine you think that with all that "practice" we'd get so good at it, that we actually succeeded some time. Well, that's another story.

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A Day in the Life of Suzy Jenkins

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, we bring you 'The continuing saga of The Life of Suzy Jenkins... 10-year-old.' Yesterday, as you remember, Suzy had just given her father a blowjob, when her mother walked in the room. Seeing that her little girl had taken every bit of her father's cum inside her mouth, not even pulling off when the man's enormous cum came running out her nose, Marlene figured that Suzy was old enough to learn more advanced methods of getting her father off, and had suggested that Max teach their little girl how to make a baby. It is at this point that we resume our story. But first, a word from our sponsor. "Well, Suzy, would you like your Daddy to teach you how to make a baby?" "Gee Daddy, would you? I thought I'd have to wait until next year, when I was 11, just like Ginny did." "Well, you seem to be learning a lot faster than your sister. Ginny's already 14, and she just got pregnant for the first time. 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Just remember, FAMILY products does not guarantee that ALL female users of our conception kit will actually get pregnant, only that they'll have the chance. "Now back to our program." "Oh Daddy, it's going in!" "Ungh!" "Ow!" "Sorry. Ugh!" "Oh Daddy. It hurts!" "Your father's got to break your cherry, dear." "Does he have to, Momma? Can't he just squirt the stuff that makes babies inside me, like Mary's father did?" "Do you REALLY want to be the only virgin in your class, dear?" "No, but why does it... OW!... have to hurt so much?" <whimper> "Just a little more, Honey. Ungh! There." "Ow! Momma, it stings." "Just a little bit now. Daddy's all the way up inside you now, and he's going to squirt his sperm inside you so you can have a baby, just like Momma, and your big sister did." "Do it, Daddy. Get me pregnant." "Easy, Suzy. If you keep squeezing on my cock like that I'll... Oh SHIT!" "Oh Daddy!" "Unngghh!" "Uh!" <grunt> "Huh. Huh. Huh. Daddy!" "Oh Suzy. I love you! 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At the doctor's office

"Karen Stanwick?" The pretty young girl in the nurse's uniform looked much too young to hold the job, seeming to be barely a year or two older than the budding teenager who rose from the chair in the waiting room. Still, her professional attitude and the crisp white uniform covering the firm young body underneath did a lot to add authority to her position. The smile she had for the 13-year-old, rising as her name was called, did a lot to dispel the younger girl's anxiety. "Is this your first complete sex checkup?" she asked, scribbling notes in the pad of paper that was in the binder. Karen could tell from the quick glimpse she had of the contents that it contained what was probably her entire medical history. "Yes," she said, somewhat nervously, wondering why the young woman didn't just read that information out of the file in front of her. Then she realized that the nurse probably didn't have time to read the entire file. Karen was just one person of many that the girl had to keep notes on. "Oh. In that case, perhaps you'd rather have your mother present... at least during your first time? Some girls feel a little nervous about having their first sexual examination by a male doctor." The friendly grin of the older girl somewhat reassured the 13-year-old that she wouldn't be considered "chicken" or even unusual to want one of her parents present at that time. Karen blushed. The LAST thing she wanted was to have her mother watching at what was sure to be an embarrassing moment for her, as the doctor did all those things she had heard about. Especially, since it involved her "private-parts". Karen was afraid she would be even more embarrassed if her mother saw her being touched "down there" than she would if she was alone with the doctor. Once again she blushed as she tried to explain this to the older girl. "No," she said, "I'd rather do it alone... I mean I'd rather be alone with the doctor, when he... Oh, you know what I mean." Cindy grinned at the girl's embarrassment, but it was a friendly grin. After all, it hadn't been all that many years ago that SHE had her first sex-exam, as the two-year-old down in the clinic's child-care facility testified. (One of the many benefits of working for Doctor Curtis.) "It's OK," she reassured the younger girl. "Most girls prefer to have someone present, like a nurse or one of their parents, for the first time, but not all do. Some feel more comfortable with just the doctor. We here at the Curtis clinic appreciate that, and try to make your checkup as pleasant as possible. So, if you'd rather just have the doctor, that can be arranged too. When it was my first time, I had my mother, my father, AND the nurse there... I was scared shitless." She grinned at the younger girl. Looking up at the crisp white uniform of the nurse, who didn't look a day over 17 herself, Karen found this hard to believe, especially with the sexy walk and unconscious wiggle that the older girl put in every move she made. CHAPTER: 2 "Really?" she asked. "I'm scared I'll cry or something, and that would embarrass me so much, I'd just DIE if my parents saw me. Especially Mother. She seems to think girls don't have to learn about sex; they just have to DO it, like she always did. All this 'modern foolishness' seems like just that to her. You know how mothers are." Both girls grinned at each other. Being only six years older than the younger girl at 19, Cindy could still appreciate the generational difference. "Well, thank goodness people are more civilized these days," observed Cindy as she ushered the barely teenaged "patient" into the examining room. "Anyway, I've got to take down a bunch of information first. Dr. Curtis has scheduled you for two hours this morning. It usually doesn't take that long, but he wants to be sure. In the meantime, I've got to get some preliminary information, and do some tests. Let's get started." Karen settled herself down on the small shelf that passed for a chair, while Cindy settled down in the real one and started making marks in the book in front of her. "Any Allergies?" she asked. "No." "High blood pressure?" "No." "Heart attacks, Rheumatic fever, Bleeding?" Cindy rattled on. "No, no, no." "Any STDs?" At the older girl's question, Karen looked puzzled. "Sexually-Transmitted-Diseases... Syphilis, Gonorrhea, HIV?" "No." Karen was blushing again. "Of course not; this is your first time... Still, we're required to ask. Are you taking any drugs, or on any medication?" "No." Karen's blush was even brighter. "Have you had Chickenpox, Mumps, Measles, or Whooping-cough?" "Mumps, I think, when I was six." The questioning went on for almost 10 minutes, getting increasingly personal. By the time Cindy asked her about masturbating, and how and with what she did it, Karen's cheeks were flaming red. Her questions about the girl's menstruation were almost tame after that. After finding out that Karen had been menstruating for six months, regular for the last three, and had just finished her last period about a week and a half earlier, the older girl put down her pen almost with a sigh of relief. "At least YOUR mother listened to the instructions," she sighed, as she pulled an arm-cuff from a drawer and fitted it around Karen's arm. "Now I'll get your blood-pressure; take a couple of blood-samples; and as soon as the results are in, Dr. Curtis will be in to see you... OK?" "OK." Karen was getting tired of all this.This was the first time she had ever been completely nude in front of anyone except her own parents, and the last time that had happened, she had been almost too young to remember it. It didn't help that Dr. Curtis was as naked as she was, not even wearing shoes or socks. His penis was a soft dangle bouncing in the matted hair of his groin. Thank goodness for that. If it had been erect and pointing at her, Karen would probably have shrieked or fainted. As it was, she could barely keep her eyes off it, like a bird watching a snake. "Uh... I... Uh," she responded, barely able to take the proffered hand and shake it, while keeping her eyes glued on the sexual apparatus of the handsome young man she supposed was Dr. Curtis. Dr. Goodwin Curtis (No, people did NOT call him "Goody"... at least not to his face, anyway. His nickname was "Doug.") was not insensitive. In his work, he couldn't afford to be. The naked little girl shivering in the cool air of the examining room looked ready to faint from fright, and her staring at his penis was threatening to give him an unwelcome hard-on, which at the moment was the last thing the little girl needed to see. "Uh, Karen?" he asked, "Are you sure you wouldn't feel better if the nurse was in here?" Karen gulped and nodded. Suddenly she did NOT want to be alone at this time. It was all very well and good to play "macho", but being naked and alone in the same room with a naked man (no matter HOW friendly) for the first time, was downright scary. Dr. Curtis didn't seem to be surprised. Very few girls went through the complete sexual examination without having either one of their parents or the nurse there to provide a measure of reassurance. Besides, things usually went faster with a nurse present to take notes, instead of him having to do it all himself. Still, for those who preferred their first time to be alone, Dr. Curtis always tried to be sensitive to his clients' wishes. "Cindy?" he called out through the door, "could you step in here please?" The door opened, and Cindy stepped inside. To Karen's surprise, the nurse was as naked as she and the doctor were. Karen hurriedly revised her estimate of Cindy's good looks upward from "pretty" to "beautiful." At 19, Cindy Macon had a body that most models would kill for. Long brown hair framed a smooth creamy face with just the right amount of mouth and nose to make her look sweet and nice, without being emphatic. The flood of brown hair cascaded down in smooth ripples to creamy shoulders, where it split, reaching partway down her back, and resting with just a hint of curl on a firm set of bosoms that Michelangelo would have mortgaged his soul to sculpture. Not a hint of sag or overblown fullness marred their perfection. They were full and pink with the blush of youth, as it wouldn't be that long before the young woman would be feeding her youngest daughter from those lovely nipples. The nipples themselves WERE erect, as the hustle and exertion of getting undressed in a hurry (not to mention being naked herself, with the handsome young doctor) had excited the young woman. From her breasts, down to her smooth flat tummy that showed no signs of wear or stretching from the two children she had carried inside it, on down to the fuzzy 'vee' surrounding her sex, and on down to two perfectly shaped legs, the young woman looked more like a high-quality porno-mag model than a physician's assistant. Cindy's embarrassment at being naked in front of the handsome young doctor quickly faded, as it was replaced by another emotion: jealousy. She knew she would NEVER look that good, even if her body continued developing the way it had been. Her skin and face weren't that smooth and creamy, her knees were slightly knobby, her voice high and shrill, and she still even had freckles. "God, I wish I could look that good," she said wistfully. Cindy giggled. It was hard to remain annoyed or jealous of somebody that friendly. "If she only knew..." she thought. To certain men (like a certain doctor), the barely teenaged little girl would look FAR more attractive than she ever would. Her very innocence and youth gave her something that Cindy would never have again. (Not that she missed it all that much.) From her long black hair to her oversized big blue eyes, the younger girl was the very picture of "innocent little girl" that men wanted to take care of. Her slightly budding breasts and pouting young mound with just a trace of fuzz, reminding people of her impending womanhood, just added to the sweet innocent sexiness of the child. Cindy knew that the younger girl would retain most of that "sweet innocent" look for most of her life, while she hadn't ever really looked that innocent... Not even when SHE had her first sexual examination, about a year and a half earlier than Karen. She also knew that it would be impossible to explain all this to the younger girl, as girls like her always wished for bodies like she had. Still... "Believe me," she said, "SOME people would think you're even prettier than I am." She deliberately avoided the eye of the young doctor who had been watching this almost silent by-play with some amusement, as he'd seen it many times before. Karen looked up angrily at the older girl, expecting to see that she was being made fun of. Only she saw nothing but sincerity in the nurse's eyes. "Well, maybe," she said, somewhat mollified, but not really believing it either. "We'd better get started," the man said. "We only have a little over an hour left. I'm Dr. Curtis," he continued, "My friends call me 'Doug', and I'm sure you already know Cindy here." The two girls grinned at each other. Somehow Cindy made the younger girl feel as if she had known her all her life. "Now, if you'll come here," he said, "we can get started." The young man motioned to Karen to sit up on the padded surface of the examining table. Picking up a black instrument from the wall and putting a disposable tip on it, he proceeded to look the child over from head to foot, making running comments to Cindy as he did so, while she made notes in the ever-present voluminous folder. "Ears clear and normal; no sign of infection; slight wax buildup." "Eyes normal and responsive; no visible abnormalities." "Nose clear and normal." "Throat clear and normal; slight redness on tongue and palate." "Have you been eating any candy lately?" "Just these," explained Karen, pointing to a pack of her favorite cinnamon candies lying next to her folded-up blouse. "Mouth clear and normal. No sign of swelling in throat, lymph-nodes or salivary glands." By now, the examination was almost routine, except for the thoroughness of it and the fact that doctor, patient, and nurse were all naked as jaybirds... even more naked in fact, as jaybirds have feathers. By now Karen was getting used to feeling Dr. Curtis' (No, "Doug's" she reminded herself) skin touching hers, as he thumped her back, prodded her chest, listened to her heartbeat, made her cough, and all those other things that doctors do... only usually the doctor is dressed, even if the patient isn't. Only Karen wasn't really a patient... she wasn't sick. She was just getting an examination... a SEXUAL examination, she reminded herself, as her breath caught when Doug massaged and pressed on her budding breasts. It was all she could do to keep from pulling away. "Breasts reactive and normal," he stated, tweaking one erect nipple for emphasis. "No sign of lumps, scar-tissue, or other abnormalities. I'm going to check a little more for response here." With this, Doug Curtis took Karen completely by surprise, as he bent over and took her left breast in his mouth, almost completely surrounding it with his lips, while he sucked and lapped on the suddenly erect nipple. Karen could barely gasp at the wonderful sensation. This was something no previous doctor had ever done. She looked over at Cindy, who was grinning at her. The older girl knew just how good that must feel. She was already wet and excited from remembering the first time SHE had felt a man's mouth sucking on her budding breasts. That was one of the things she loved most about this job: reliving vicariously her own first time, as she got to watch young girls get examined for the first time, by an expert. Doug Curtis WAS an expert, as she well knew. "Left nipple normal and reactive," commented Doug, switching his mouth to the other one. Karen gasped again. If anything, her right breast seemed to respond to the sucking and licking of the young doctor even more than her left one had. The man had one hand around her waist and the other flat across her tummy, but Karen barely noticed, as the stimulation of his mouth on her developing young breasts was driving all thoughts of where his hands were out of her mind. If what he did to her breasts caught her by surprise, what he did next almost shocked her. Removing his mouth from the now slippery young tit of the teenager, Doug Curtis dipped his tongue into the girl's sweet little navel, like he had been dreaming of doing ever since he had entered the room and seen the SYT (Sweet Young Thing) shivering naked there, waiting for him to begin his examination. Her budding breasts, perfect navel, and pouting young slit were all the makeup of a pedophile's wet-dream. And Doug Curtis was proud to be a pedophile (That's child-lover to those of you who don't know); his job called for it. At Karen's gasp of surprise, he managed to surprise her even further.Removing his mouth from her perfect little tummy, Doug placed it over hers before she even realized what he was doing. Such a sweet little mouth, and sweet breath (Doug always used mouthwash just before his examinations, so the children wouldn't be put off by it) and once she got used to it, such a lively little tongue, as Karen quickly learned to return his internal caresses with hers. Karen almost hated to end the kiss as much as Doug did, but the time was getting on. Only half an hour remained for the rest of his examination. "Navel normally reactive," he noted to Cindy, "Mouth clean and sensitive; tongue reactive and mobile." He grinned over at Cindy on that... they both knew the tongue bit was NOT a required part of the test, but it did seem to make the rest go easier. Besides, it gave the girl experience she would need later. "Bend over the table, Honey," he instructed. "Lie down on the table, and spread your legs." 'Spread your legs'... Karen wondered if this was the moment, then noticed the doctor pulling on a pair of latex gloves, while the nurse got out a blue-and-white tube of something clear. "He's just going to check you rectally," reassured Cindy. This was confirmed by a cold, slippery feel, before pressure on her bottom made Karen temporarily feel like she had to defecate. Then the doctor's finger slid smoothly into her bottom, and she could feel the man sliding the finger around, probing here and there inside her. "Smooth muscle tone, no sign of polyps, tears, abrasions, or hemorrhoids," commented Doug. He next turned the little girl over and asked Cindy, "Have those test-results come in yet?" The woman consulted her chart again, this time leafing through several papers before responding. "All negative, Doctor," she replied briskly. The two older people grinned at each other. After all, how likely was it that a 13-year-old virgin would have STDs? Still, the test was required. "Then we don't need these," commented Doug, stripping off the gloves and washing his hands thoroughly in the small sink. He did it twice, even using a small stiff brush to clean under his fingernails. After all, he didn't want to accidentally infect his young charge by accident, with dirty fingers. "For this," he commented, "I prefer natural lubrication," waving away the proffered tube of KY jelly. "Smells clean and normal; just like any sexy little girl," he noted for Cindy, as he paused with his nose almost in the girl's bellybutton again. In spite of his earlier kisses on her breasts, navel, and mouth, Karen was completely unprepared for the sensations as the young doctor leaned even closer and swiped his tongue through the crevice of her pouting young vagina. "Oh DOCTOR," she said, too shocked to even pull away. "What are you DOING?" "You shouldn't lick me THERE," she moaned, unconsciously pushing back at the delicious sensation, as the man's thick tongue probed deeply into her slit, then swabbed her loins almost from the crack of her anus to just short of the bud of her clitoris, now peeping in pink erection at the top of her suddenly wet vagina. "That's what I PEE out of," she objected, unable to stop herself from pushing back anyway. If the sensation of having a mouth on her sensitive young vagina for the first time was good, the incredibly erotic feeling she felt as the young doctor first licked her budding young clitoris, then sucked on it like it was a miniature cock, was indescribable. "Oh God. Oh God," she moaned. Karen barely felt the invasion of the doctor's thick middle finger in her clasping young slit, as the man kept licking and stroking the pink little bud at the top of her crevice. Karen had never felt anything like this before. Oh, she had played with her "joy button" before, but it had never felt like this! Smooth and slippery, and wriggling in a way that her own fingers never could, the man's thick tongue was bringing sensations to the little girl she hadn't known she COULD feel. "Oh, don't stop; don't stop!" she almost screeched, as the doctor paused long enough to comment to the interestedly watching nurse, "Clitoris erect and unhooded; and EXTREMELY responsive." Cindy almost giggled, but managed to restrain herself. "Vagina lubricating normally; in fact, extremely well, for such a young girl," continued Doug, using his finger to stroke the girl's vagina and clitoris, while his mouth was otherwise engaged. "Virgo Intactae," he remarked before returning his mouth to the young girl's now slippery vagina. "I'd better get the poor kid off, before she goes out of her mind," he said, before returning to the delicious (to him) taste of sweet young virgin cunny-hole. "Huh?" said Karen, temporarily distracted by the unfamiliar words. Up to now, Doug had been keeping his vocabulary toned down to words a barely-teenaged girl might expect to understand. He wanted her to understand each part of the examination. "He means that you're still a virgin," explained Cindy. "Oh," responded the younger girl. Of course she was still a virgin. What kind of girl had he expected her to be? Then she thought, "Of course; he doesn't know. It's his job to find out." "Oh," she repeated aloud, then "Oh! Ohmigod... OH! Oh, don't stop!" Her movements grew ragged, as her voice became unintelligible, and she reached the first orgasm of her life. Gasping, shaking and quivering, the young girl shuddered and shook through three mind-blowing spasms, as her body jerked through its release. Previous to this, Karen had always thought she WAS having climaxes, when she fingered herself off. Now she knew better, and would never be quite satisfied with anything less. Only when the little girl had finished shuddering and had gone weakly limp on the table, did the doctor pause in his duty of licking her tiny slit. "Well," he said with kind of a barking laugh, "I guess she's wet enough now!" Cindy giggled in response, while Karen was too washed out from her orgasm to do more than smile weakly at the joke. Continuing as if nothing had happened, Doug examined the young girl's legs, tapped just under the knee of each smooth limb with a rubber hammer, and worked his way down to Karen's feet, remarking to Cindy's notations as he did, "Legs normal; reflexes normal; feet clean and free of abrasions; no sign of fungal or other infections; all in all, a pretty normal, healthy young girl." He paused and looked at Cindy. "How much time do we have left, Nurse?" he asked. "About two minutes, Doctor," she responded. "Darn," he responded, not wanting to say "shit" in front of his impressionable young patient. Cindy was disappointed. "Does that mean I'll have to come back some other time?" she wondered. "We'll just have to MAKE time, I guess," sighed Dr. Curtis. "I'll work through my lunch hour I guess. Oh well, a girl as responsive as Karen here, will be worth it." He and Cindy looked at each other over the top of Karen's head, and grinned. "I'll reschedule things a half-hour later, and have a box-lunch brought up for you," responded the young nurse, slipping out the door without bothering to slip a robe or anything else around her nakedness. "Make that an hour," said Doug. "I don't want to short-change Karen here, on her first time." "Yes Doctor." The door shut with a click. "Come here, Karen," said Doug, holding out his arms to the young woman shivering on the padded examining table, "Let's see if we can figure out something to pass the time, while she's fixing my schedule." Karen was shivering from her reaction to her first orgasm, not from cold. If anything, after that tremendous climax, she was too hot, not too cold. For sure, being naked and alone in the same room with a man who was now sporting an enormous erection didn't seem to bother her any more. In fact, it was only when she felt the swollen member slip between her legs as she sat on his lap facing him, that she even noticed. Doug ignored the proximity of his pre-cum dribbling prick to the entrance to the girl's vagina as well. Time enough for THAT, when Cindy returned. The nurse had been extremely helpful in quieting the younger girl's fears, and he figured she deserved her chance to watch. Besides, it was awful hard to take notes, when sexually involved yourself. All this he kept to himself, just taking the 13-year-old in his arms and pulling her close. "Mmmmm," Karen purred, wrapping her arms around the older man in response. She felt SO grateful for what he had done earlier. She knew that "getting her off" was NOT a necessary part of the examination, and was just something the man had enjoyed almost as much as she had. Karen snuggled closer, and responded eagerly, when she felt the doctor's mouth descend to hers, to pick up on the kiss he had started earlier. This time, they kissed for almost five minutes, with the man's hands running up and down the child's frame, seeming to draw enormous pleasure just feeling her bare skin with his. The mismatched pair was just drawing breath for a third try at an even longer kiss, when a discreet cough informed them that Cindy had returned. "I arranged for an extra 45 minutes," she explained, "and you two have already used up 15 of those." "Oh.... Sorry," apologized Doug. Karen wasn't sorry. She had enjoyed the hugging, cuddling, and kissing entirely too much to be sorry. "I'm not," she pouted. Both of the adults grinned at her. THEY knew what she meant. "We've finished the external examination now," Dr.Curtis informed Karen, once again the professional, trying to finish the examination before time ran out again. He knew he didn't dare juggle things any more than Cindy already had. "So, if you'll get up on the table again, we'll proceed with the internal one." "Internal?" asked Karen, as she obediently lay back on the padded table and spread her legs as indicated. "Uhuh. Dr. Curtis is going to check you inside, to see if your body is big enough inside to have sex, and developed enough to have a baby. OK?" "OK, I guess." Surprisingly, Karen WAS ready. She knew that this was what the whole "sexual examination" was REALLY about. Everything else was just making sure she was healthy enough for what might happen if she "passed" this part of the examination. It felt kind of funny when the nurse put her heels in the metal "stirrups" and spread her legs so far apart she almost felt like she was doing the splits in Gym Class. It was slightly embarrassing to be exposed like that in front of a man too; but Karen no longer felt the way she had before, about exposing her vagina to the older man. After all, if she could only get HALF as much fun with what came next, she would be almost addicted to spreading herself for the young doctor. "You remember how Dr. Curtis felt up inside your vagina with his finger?" asked Cindy, distracting Karen from her introspection. "Uhuh." "Well, he's going to have to feel a LOT farther up inside you this time," explained the nurse, "and he's going to have to stretch you inside too." "Oh," said Karen, not sure what the older girl was getting at. "So, since his finger isn't big enough to reach as far as he has to inside you," she explained, "he's going to have to use something bigger to feel up inside you with." "Oh," said Karen... Then, "Oh!" as she realized what the pretty young nurse meant, as she watched the man approach her vagina with an erection that was truly astonishing... At least, to a 13-year-old like Karen, anyway. At 7 inches long, and well over an inch thick, it looked big enough to split her body in two. Still, Karen wasn't really afraid. She knew by now that the doctor would NOT hurt her... at least not any more than was necessary to the "examination." "Oh," she repeated, then "Oh!" again, as the doctor swabbed the pre-cum dribbling head of his prick through the still slippery slit of her barely teenaged little slit. His prick rubbing against her felt even BETTER than his tongue had, she realized. Suddenly there was an aching, stretching sensation, and the next thing she knew almost an inch and a half of the man's penis had vanished into her belly, while she felt the throbbing, pulsing sensation of the blood in his prick fighting to expand her inside, at the same time the clamping of her unused vagina fought to squeeze him down to a size she could easily accommodate. Like all such "accommodations", there was some give-and-take on both sides. The man's prick DID shrink a little from the extremely tight squeeze of the young girl's tiny vagina, while her vagina DID expand to accept the swollen member. Not quite enough to tear, but close. Doug Curtis was VERY careful as he inched his engorged penis into the belly of the virginal young girl. "Ow," remarked Karen, almost conversationally, as the doctor's "instrument" reached an obstruction inside her. "It hurts," she complained. "This next part WILL hurt," explained the nurse, while she watched the man struggle to keep from ejaculating his seed all over the inside of the young girl's belly, before he got his prick all the way inside her. She grinned, as she knew just how hard it was for him to "do the job right", and not cum before it was time. Well, that was what he got paid for. In the meantime, SHE had a job to do; reassuring the slightly scared young woman who was about to lose her virginity. "Dr. Curtis has to get it ALL the way up inside you, if he's going to feel just how deep inside you are." "Ung, uh," moaned Karen, not really pulling away from the steady pressure that was slowly forcing more and more of the man's prick into her heaving young belly. On the other hand, she wasn't pushing back either. Cindy decided that more help was needed. "Easy for a second, Doug," she commanded, taking charge as if SHE was the doctor, and HE was the nurse. "Let me help." Doug wasn't sure how long he could hold out, with the sexy young girl's tight little hole strangling almost 1/3 of his prick; but he didn't want to make things harder on Karen than he had to, either. He fought down the rising seed in his prick, and tried to still the urgency to spill it in the young girl's belly, while still remaining erect enough to continue fucking her. Cindy bent over the young girl lying on the table like some virgin sacrifice. She took Karen's breast in her mouth, and started sucking on the right one, in a manner that showed that, good as Doug was, he still had a lot to learn. After all, Cindy WAS a woman, and knew better than any man how to stimulate a woman's breasts. Cindy wasn't a lesbian, much preferring making love to a man than to a woman. However, she had several girlfriends that WERE, and was quite willing to accommodate a woman, when there weren't any men around to "scratch her itch." And Cindy had a LOT of "itch" to scratch, being almost as horny as the young satyr of a doctor she worked for. (Another reason she liked her job.) It didn't take long for a hot little girl like Karen to respond to the dual sensations of having her titties sucked, and a hot thick prick rubbing the inside of her vagina. Shortly, she was panting and thrusting back at the man whose prick was embedded in her belly, until suddenly almost 3/4 of the man's penis vanished into her vagina, while Karen just whimpered. "Oooh," she complained, still working her hips back at her older lover. "That's it, Honey," Cindy soothed the younger girl. "Now Dr. Curtis is going to feel around inside you with his penis, so he can see if you're big enough for sex. From the amount you've got inside you already, I'm pretty sure you are." She almost chuckled to herself at the small deception. As if Doug wasn't already HAVING sex with the young girl.... Only Karen wasn't quite as naive as she seemed. "Are we fucking now?" she asked, squirming to take almost another half inch of thick doctoral prick in her tightly squeezing little slit. "No," said both Cindy and the doctor, surprising her. "THIS is fucking," explained Doug, sliding in yet another 1/4 inch, and then sliding almost all the way out of the young girl. While Karen was somewhat glad to feel the ache subside as the man extracted his prick from inside her, she was also somewhat disappointed that it was all over. Here she had thought that sex was supposed to take longer, and somehow be more satisfying. It was with some shock therefore, that she felt Doug's cock pulsing inside the tight entrance to her vagina, without being completely removed, before it suddenly slid all the way back inside her, bringing slight twinges from her torn virginity, but surprisingly some pleasure too. "Oh," she said, realizing what they meant: That fucking was NOT having a man's prick inside you, it was the sliding in and out that was fucking. Then, "Oh," again, as Doug slid almost 5 inches out, and then back inside her once again. This was starting to feel almost as good as it had felt earlier when the man had licked her "down there." Karen was beginning to think she was going to LIKE fucking, once she got used to it. Doug KNEW the little girl was going to enjoy fucking. Already her tight little slit was beginning to clamp around his prick in a manner that he knew would have him spouting baby-juice all over the inside of the child's heaving young belly. Thank goodness he had managed to regain control earlier. "Six inches," he commented to the nurse watching him copulate with the child. "She's DEFINITELY big enough to fuck, don't you think?" "I'd say so... 6 & 1/2," replied the nurse, looking down at where another half-inch of thick prick had just vanished into the child's belly. The sight of the handsome man's penis bulging in the little girl's belly, knowing it was about to spit thick sticky gobs of baby-making seed all over the inside of the child's unprotected young vagina, was almost enough to make Cindy cum herself, without even being touched. As mentioned before, Cindy had a lot of empathy for her charges. "Oooohh!... Seven," the man groaned, as somehow the last of his throbbing erection slid into the 13-year-old little girl. His strokes got faster and faster, and Cindy knew it wouldn't be long before her boss's sperm was decorating the inside of the child's womb. "Since you're big enough to have sex," she told the little girl who was now straining just as hard as the man was, to force as much of his thick prick into her belly as she could, "Dr. Curtis is now going to check to see if your body is developed enough to have a baby. OK?" "Uh, uh, Ugh!" Karen was too far gone in the sensations of having a thick prick sliding in and out of her vagina for the first time, to raise an objection, even if she had been inclined to, which she wasn't. After all, wasn't this why she had come to the clinic in the first place? "In a minute," explained Cindy, "Dr. Curtis is going to squirt some white-stuff up inside you, to see if your body is mature enough to have a baby."When he does, I want you to squeeze his penis, so as much of that white-stuff gets up inside you as possible. We don't want any of it going to waste. ("God, what a line," she thought, wondering just how much of it the younger girl bought. Still, in all the time she had spent at the clinic, not once had any of the little girls objected.) 13 Cindy may have been warning Karen about what would happen when the doctor had his orgasm and ejaculated his sperm inside her; only Karen beat him to it! With a sudden groan that was incredible, and rose from a grunt steadily up in pitch until it was a sheer screaming whistle that could only come from a little girl, Karen jerked one, twice, and three times on the padded table as her already incredibly tight young vagina clamped down on the older man's penis in a grip that threatened to break it off. The stimulation was incredible. Doug would have been forced to cum; only the wild gyrations and rhythmic clamping on his swollen penis kept him from actually squirting inside the girl until her motions finally slowed, and he was finally able to let his thick white sperm flow in one long satisfying eruption into the child's developing young womb. It felt so GOOD to let that rusty load of baby-juice go. And Karen seemed to be as happy about feeling him ejaculate inside her, as he was to do it. "Are you getting me pregnant now?" she asked, as the last sticky curds of thick white cum were stripped from the man's penis by the involuntary squeezing of the last twinges of HER climax. (Thus showing that Karen HAD been paying attention in those sex-education classes, taken so long ago.) "Well, I'm trying," said Doug, feeling the last satisfying trickle of sperm ooze out of his penis, and into the welcoming belly of this incredible young girl. "I'm definitely trying." Finally, Doug managed to extricate himself from the child. Only a tiny bubble of thick white cum, and slight pinkish ring around his penis showed that he had just taken the 13-year-old's virginity, and left enough sperm in the child's womb to impregnate half the little girls in the county. "How much time do we have left?" he asked. Cindy looked at her watch; the only item of apparel that any of them were wearing. "You still have 20 minutes," she responded. "Just enough time." Karen was surprised. There was something left? She wondered what it could be. Eighteen minutes later, she was no longer wondering, as she had a slightly sore ass, a very tired tongue, a cloying taste in her mouth, and yet another thick white blob of sperm slowly oozing from her tight little slit, as the doctor and nurse combined to show her about oral and anal sex with both men and women; with the good doctor managing to hold out throughout this until he left the second thick white squirt of baby-making cum inside her vagina, "where it belonged." "Now remember," he said, scooping up a dribbling blob of cum with the pink rubber cup, "to leave this diaphragm in for three days, so you have a better chance to catch, OK?" "Yes Doctor," sighed Karen, enjoying the feel of his fingers fitting the rubber "baby-barrier" inside her satisfied vagina. "If you say so." "I do," he said, wiping up afterwards. "Now that you're old enough, I want you to practice what you learned here today, as often as you can. If you don't 'catch' and are still bleeding next month, we'll have you come back, and repeat the 'testing', OK?" "Oooh." Karen shivered with delight at the very thought. 14 "So promise me you'll practice this with your boyfriend, as often as you can." Karen was suddenly dismayed. "But I don't HAVE a boyfriend," she complained. "Well, that's all right... You can always practice making a baby with your brother, you know." "With Billy?!" Karen was scornful. "He's only 10 years old!" "Oh. I thought..." Here Dr. Curtis looked at the chart. "Well," he said finally, "There's always one person... though you might be surprised at the abilities of 10-year-old little boys," he said with a grin, as if remembering something from his youth. Something about that grin made Karen decide to see if maybe her little brother wasn't so "little" after all. Who knows. In the meantime... Karen finished dressing, and emerged in the waiting-room, where her mother had been so patiently waiting for the last three hours. Still, the older woman wasn't even annoyed at them for taking so long, taking a kind of perverse pride in the knowledge that they had thought that HER daughter was worth spending that much time on. "So, for the next three days," Karen heard the doctor finishing up to her mother, "your daughter is going to need a lot of sexual stimulation. I was informed that she doesn't have a boyfriend yet, so I wonder if you could convince your husband to help out?" "By fucking her, you mean?" Amanda Stanwick didn't mince words. "Uhuh." Neither did the doctor. "I suppose, if you feel that she needs it." It was almost a sigh, but you could see the lights dancing in the woman's eyes as she considered the prospect of her husband screwing the lights out of their little girl. "For three days, huh?" "Well, actually, even after that, if possible. Even once she takes the diaphragm out, Karen's going to need at least SOME sex for a while, at least until she gets a real boyfriend of her own.... So, if you could have your husband fuck her at least once a day..." "If I know John," interrupted the woman with a laugh, "it'll be closer to THREE times a day, and maybe even oftener, if the little slut will hold still for it." The gleaming smile she gave her daughter made the term "slut" seem more like a term of endearment, than anything else. "But what if HE gets her pregnant?" she asked, looking pointedly at Cindy, who had picked up her youngest daughter from the child-care facility, and was calmly nursing the child during her break. "So much the better," responded the doctor. "After all, isn't the idea of testing her, to find out if she CAN?" "I suppose. And if she doesn't?" "Well, if she gets her next period, just bring her back next month, and we'll 'test' her again, OK?" 15 "OK." Both adults grinned at each other. "I suppose you'll want me to have John stop fucking her before the middle of her period though." Dr. Curtis just grinned. "That's up to you, him, and her." "You know Doctor, If I didn't know better, I'd think you LIKE to knock little girls up." Both adults were grinning by this time. Karen, by this time, had grown bored, and had noticed the little girl playing in the corner, while she waited for lunch-hour at the small private clinic to be over, and her appointment. "Hi Ginny," said Karen, recognizing the 10-year-old that lived almost next-door to her. "What are YOU doing here? Are you sick or something?" Being bored, at playing alone for almost an hour past her appointment, the younger girl was glad to see someone she could talk to. "Oh hi, Karen," she exclaimed, "I'm in here to... Oh... HI DR. CURTIS!!" she yelled, almost deafening the older girl, as the child suddenly ignored Karen as if she didn't exist. "I'm over Here!" Karen had no choice but to listen in, as the child babbled on and on, to the questions the doctor asked. "No, I'm doing fine." "No, I had it this month; that's why we're in here." "Yes, I HAVE been doing my 'exercises' just like you told me to!" Here the 10-year-old looked indignant. Dr. Curtis looked for corroboration from the chattering child's mother, while Karen listened with open-mouth astonishment. She just HAD to find out if the little girl meant what she thought she did. She did. "Yes," sighed the older woman, looking with a mixture of pride and weariness at her precocious offspring. "She has. She's been 'practicing making a baby' with the boy next door almost twice a day; and as if that wasn't enough, she's been 'practicing' with her two big brothers even oftener. In fact, she's been sleeping with the two of them, just so she won't 'miss out on a chance to practice'. I get tired just watching her fucking all three kids from the moment she comes home from school, until she's on her way in the morning. Not only that, but she's seduced at least one uncle, her grandfather, and my husband at least twice; and I THINK she's been trying to get some of the teachers at school to get in her tight little panties. Yes, she's been trying... she's been VERY trying." The woman looked with a mixture of pride, awe, and a little annoyance, at her oversexed little girl. 16 "Well, we'll see what we can do to slow her down, by filling her tummy with enough weight she'll HAVE to slow down." Here the doctor grinned at the woman, and included Karen in his grin, by staring pointedly at her belly, as if it was about to start getting bigger right then. Ginger ignored the by-play. "Really Dr. Curtis... Uh, Doug? You'll fuck me, and cum in me, and get me pregnant, just like last time? Can we do it right now? Can I lick Nurse Cindy like last time? Do you think she'd mind?" the child chattered, as Cindy (once again dressed primly in white) and the doctor, took the little girl between them, back towards the examining-room where Cindy had just spent the last three hours. "Last time?" Karen looked wonderingly over at her neighbor, and then back at the woman's daughter. "Uhuh. She had her first period when she was nine, her first baby at 10, and she's been the neighborhood slut ever since."We left the baby with her father this morning. I don't know what I'm going to do if one of them doesn't get her pregnant pretty soon, as that's the only time she slows down even a little. The older woman seemed to be speaking more to herself than answering the young girl standing next to her. "Well, I hear Dr. Curtis is pretty good at that," said Karen, rubbing her own tummy in anticipation. Thinking of the horny doctor's tumescent prick bulging in the cute little pre-teen's belly, with his thick white cum filling the little girl's tight little baby-hole until the child's tummy was swollen with the man's potent sperm squirting inside her womb, was quite a turn-on to the teenager. Karen almost wished she was going back into the room instead of the 10-year-old. Still, her own cunny was still slippery with the man's sperm oozing out of her slit... a person shouldn't be greedy. "Yes, he is, isn't he?" agreed her neighbor, watching her precocious offspring vanish around the corner between the equally-oversexed young doctor and his almost-as-oversexed young nurse. Karen giggled to herself as she followed her mother out the door. She hoped Dr. Curtis ("Doug," she reminded herself) had taken some vitamin pills along with that hurried box-lunch. From the look of things, he was going to need it.

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The Facts of Life

"You got us into this mess," reminded my wife. "It's up to you to tell her the truth, since it's your fault she doesn't know already." Damn, I hate it when my wife is right. "Now you go in there, in her room, and tell our little girl the facts of life; and no more pussyfooting around," she said firmly. "With her wedding tomorrow, it's time and well past time she knew." "Yes, Dear." Well, what else could I say? When my wife is right, she's right. With Darlene marrying her cousin Jake tomorrow, there just wouldn't be any chances after this one. <Sigh.> Sometimes you like your little girl to remain innocent forever; even though you know it can't be so. Regretfully, I started getting undressed. No use putting this off forever. As I arrived, naked, in her room, Darlene looked up from where she was lying on the bed, playing with herself while waiting for me. Damn, she looked cute. I was going to miss her and her sexy young body tremendously once she was out of the house and off with her new husband. The small bulge in her tummy barely showed the coming child that had precipitated the hurried wedding in the middle of February for the 13-year-old, instead of waiting until June, or preferably until June of the following year. Still, babies come along when they want to. That's why my daughter needed to know the *real* facts of life, not the misinformation that a little girl had. Darlene's eyes lighted up when she saw my naked body. "Ooh, Daddy," she crooned. "Is that for me?" she asked; looking hopefully at my swollen and cum-engorged prick. When I nodded in confirmation, Darlene gave me a heart-melting smile, threw the covers back, spread her legs, and invited me into bed with her, like she has since she turned ten and had her first period. Damn, I was going to miss my little girl; and from all indications, Darlene was going to miss me, and me climbing into bed with her, almost as much as I was. We both moaned as my prick slid into her body. Damn, does it feel good to have your prick buried in the tight little baby-tube of your own little girl ... and from all indications, Darlene enjoyed feeling my swelling and cum-squirting prick inside her tight little belly almost as much as I liked feeling her squeezing young tunnel milking my penis for each precious drop of baby-making cum I have in me, in a demonstration of procreation and how babies are made that would pretty much be impossible to duplicate in any other way. Well ... How better to teach a little girl how babies are made than by having her own father demonstrate the process by climbing into her bed, slipping his swollen meat up inside her tight little baby-hole, and filling the child's womb with baby-making sperm? Well ... OK, by actually filling her smooth little tummy with your baby like I had about four months earlier. Talking about teaching the girl ... "Uh ... Honey?" I asked, as the first aching squirts of incestuous semen jetted out of the tip of my prick and into the warm wet depths of the little girl's sucking vagina, where it would soon join the results of similar sperm, where our little girl was now growing in the youngster's womb. "Yes, Daddy?" Darlene worked back at me to get each precious drop of fatherly seed deep inside her belly. A crying shame she had to leave and get married; but a baby needs a father of its own; and Jake would make a good father to our little girl and a good husband to mine. "Your mother says it's time I told you the Facts of Life," I grunted; while sending a last sticky gob of baby-goo squirting into my daughter's belly. "You mean ...?" asked Darlene; looking down at where my now wilting penis vanished into the furry down just starting to appear around the tight little hole squeezing so erotically on her father's prick. Damn, but it was a shame to spoil such innocence; but my wife was right. This was something I had to do. "Uhuh," I confirmed. "There ain't no Santa Claus," I informed Darlene; adding with regret, as the last thin drops of incestuous seed oozed out of my prick and into her belly to join the child we'd made a few months previously, "... and there ain't no Easter Bunny either."

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Grand-Daughters (3 of them)

"Please Grandpa?" Whined Lori. I couldn't believe it. Things like this just do not happen! First, your daughter-in-law just does not put you in bed between her two nubile young daughters.... At 12 and 10 years old respectively, Lori and her little sister Carri definitely fit the description of "nubile". Soft round bumps filled Lori's chest, and even little Carrie had started to fill out a little there; no longer being the completely flat little tomboy that had previously kept me from having sexual thoughts about her, unlike the ever-present wet-dreams her older sister gave me. And while the younger girl's hips hadn't rounded yet into the womanly shape that Lori had, she still had lost the skinny look that previously had made her almost look bony. Both little girls had long brown hair that almost reached to their waists, and big brown eyes that could get anything from their grandfather they wanted, just by looking at me sorrowfully, and saying, "Please, Grandpa?" Anything except this, that is. As I said, you just do not find yourself in bed between your two sexually developing young granddaughters like this. Second, even imagining for some outlandish reason that you did end up in bed with two little girls, you did not end up there naked, with the older of the two trying to fit your pre-cum dribbling prick up into her equally slippery little hole! I mean, it just doesn't happen! Only it had. I tried to remember how I had gotten into this mess, while fighting the urge to give in to my sexy little granddaughter, and shove my thick prick so far up her tight little slit that it came out her mouth, and pumped the child's belly so full of her own grandfather's potent seed that the little girl would be having my babies for the next five years.... God! I almost came all over the little girl's squeezing young hand, as she tried to work the tip of my penis into her horny little body. When Mari had told everybody that because of the crowding; having almost everybody in her family, as well as mine over for Thanksgiving, that we would all have to "double-up" in our sleeping arrangements, I had never even suspected that she meant "mixed doubles". And certainly that she would never put her horny father-in-law in the same bed with her two pre-teenaged daughters. Even when I found myself ushered into the girl's bedroom, when everybody was settling down for the night, I had expected to end up with possibly my son, or some of the other men, while her daughters spent the night with her and the other women. I just figured that this was the easiest place for her to put us, as the women would probably be sleeping in the master bedroom with her. (Who actually slept in the master bedroom, I didn't find out until next morning.) So, not being particularly shy, even around other men, I had undressed and slipped into the little girls' bed; expecting to be joined later by my son, or one of the older boys that were visiting also. CHAPTER: 2 Only I was awoke by first Lori and then Carri slipping into bed on either side of me. Unlike me, (I never wear anything to bed.) the two little girls were both wearing short little nightgowns, that while they were fairly demure when standing up, did nothing to keep my suddenly erect prick from touching either of their cute little bottoms. I was too shocked to even object, as Lori snuggled her cute little butt right back against my rigid prick, while she reached for the light. "Grandpa's got a hard-on," she giggled, as she reached down between her legs, and fit my swollen member up between them, so it didn't get in the way. "No shit!" I exclaimed. "What do you expect when two sexy little girls just climb right into bed with me?" Carri giggled at this, from the other side. "I'd better get out before...," I started. "Oh don't be silly, Grandpa," said Lori; snuggling back even harder; seeming to enjoy the feel of her own grandfather's hard prick poking between her legs. "It's too late to change things now. Momma's made all the arrangements, and almost everybody is asleep already. Carri and I don't mind sleeping with you, if you don't." "But, but, but," I spluttered for a second. "If your mother finds out I've been sleeping naked in the same bed with you two, she'll have me put away! I've got to get out." "Oh don't be silly, Grandpa," murmured Carri; snuggling up to me from the other side. "Momma knows you're in here with us. Who do you think arranged for you to sleep in here. So shut up, and go to sleep...OK?" The little girl wrapped her arm around me, and snuggled even closer; while her big sister pushed back from the other side. My by now steel-hard prick slid between the elder girl's legs, and poked out her front; almost as though she had a short little prick of her own. "Oooh!" sighed Lori; and snuggled back even closer, if possible. Interested; Carri reached over both me and her big sister, and felt between the older girls legs; actually fondling the tip of my prick for a second. "Wow," she said, "you were right. Grandpa does have a hard-on." At my objection, she said, "It's OK, Grandpa...I don't mind...it's kind of nice to know you think we're sexy...right Lori?" "Uhuh," replied her big sister; snuggling back against me so hard that I could actually feel her cunny-lips spread around the top of my prick, where it poked between her legs. "I don't mind Grandpa." "See," said Carri; pulling my swollen prick up hard into her sister's crotch until the older girl's cunny-lips were wrapped halfway around the swollen member; then letting go so she could wrap her arm around my chest while she snuggled up to my back like a second skin. "Momma doesn't mind, I don't mind, and I'm sure Lori doesn't mine either, do you?" At her big sister's sleepy, "Uh-uh," she continued, "So shut up, and let's go to sleep." CHAPTER: 3 Yeah, sure! I'm supposed to go to sleep with the sexiest little girl in the world snuggling up almost naked in front of me; where my big arm had unconsciously wrapped itself around the child, and I found I had one of my granddaughter's budding young breasts softly cupped in one big horny palm. Down below, my raging erection was sliding through the child's buttocks, and between her legs like some pedophiles wet-dream of heaven. I was so tempted to slide my prick back about three inches, and then angle it up until.... I was sweating; as I managed to stop that obscene thought before my prick pumped thick white sperm all over the sheets; making a mess of the little girls' bed.... Or worse-yet, I gave into the urge, and stuck my swollen member right up in my sexy little granddaughter's slippery slit, and pumped her tight little hole full of gob after thick white gob of the stuff that makes babies in little girls. Somehow (Don't ask me how.) I managed it. With a sigh, I gave in and just "snuggled" like the little girls seemed to want me to. It seemed forever I lay there; resisting the temptation to at least slide my swollen prick back and forth between my granddaughter's legs; but eventually the urge passed; and shortly thereafter I did fall asleep. The two girls were still cuddled up to me like over-friendly kittens. Well, it might be a new kind of sexual torture, but it was also incredibly friendly.... I found that I liked it. As I said, I did fall asleep. About two hours later, (I think.) I woke up having the most incredibly erotic wet-dream.... The head of my prick kept poking into a sexy hole; while a tight ring almost kept slipping over the head, and a sexy young girl kept begging me to shove it all the way inside her.... "Please," she whimpered..., "Please Grandpa? I want to feel it IN me...Please?" As you can guess, it wasn't a dream. My granddaughter Lori was working her tight little cunny on and off the tip of my prick, as she tried to force even more of it up inside her.... Only the angle was wrong. If I hadn't slipped into a half-crouched fetal-position during the night, I'm sure the horny kid would have slid my swollen peter all the way up in her dripping-wet hole. As it was, I had a chance to reason with her; once I realized what was going on. I didn't want to reason.... I wanted to stuff my swollen prick so far up the child's tummy she would be eating it, and fill her tight little womb so full if my sperm she would be bloated like a balloon.... Only I didn't. "Oh God, I can't," I moaned; as sexually frustrated as she was. "Your mother would kill me, if she found out I not only was sleeping with you girls, but had actually fucked one of you." Lori actually giggled. "Oh Grandpa," she snickered, "why do you think Momma put you in here with us? She knows how horny both of us are, and she also knows what kind of stories you like to read..." "What stories?" I interrupted her."Daddy's Darling Daughter, Her Father's Daughter, Grandpa's Little Darlings," she answered. I was in shock. I hadn't thought that any of my kids knew I read such material; let alone my granddaughters. "We know all about what type of stories you read," Lori continued, "so stop being silly, and fuck me... OK?" Oh God, was I tempted to do just that. Even if her mother did NOT intend me to actually fuck the little girl, it was extremely obvious that I would NOT be "molesting" the child; merely giving her what she so obviously wanted. On the other hand..., "What about your little sister?" I asked. After all, if Carri woke up and found me actually "slipping the meat" to her big sister... <Shudder.> "Oh don't worry; Carri won't mind," said Lori; busily trying to recapture my now half-hard prick; as it had wilted slightly while I worried about her mother and little sister. "Besides, she's asleep right now." "Oh shut up and fuck her, so I can get some sleep!" grumbled the little girl in question; putting the lie to her big sister's statement. "If you two keep on arguing all night, NOBODY will get any sex, or sleep either." Carri deliberately grabbed a bunch of covers, and pulled them over her head; pointedly turning her back on the two of us. Lori giggled guiltily, for a second, then resumed trying to fit my prick up against her slippery little hole. "Please Grandpa?" she repeated. What could I say? I did it. It took me about a minute to completely regain the erection I had when I woke up, but once I had, I pushed forward while Lori pushed back. The little girl's cunny was already slippery from both her juices and my pre-cum, so the swollen head of my prick slipped easily inside her tight little slit, with a popping sensation that almost had me cumming with only the tip buried inside her. The tight ring sliding over the sensitive head of my penis was almost enough to make me cum... Almost. For Lori, it must have been too much. I guess feeling her grandfather's prick slipping inside her, after dreaming and fighting for it for hours, was too much. Either that, or the little girl was just so hot that even feeling the head of a man's penis inside her was enough to make her cum. Almost immediately, I felt ripples and clamping on the head of my prick, as Lori shuddered and gasped in front of me. When I pulled out, and then slid almost three full inches inside her, the ripples ran up and down my prick like it was some expensive milking machine. God, do I envy girls. From first stroke to last, my granddaughter didn't stop cumming. I only lasted about three full strokes in the little girl, before the slick wet heat and tight squeezing got the better of me. In fact, I had barely bottomed out, on the third stroke; with Lori's cunny forming a tight ring at the base of my prick, when I lost it. I grit my teeth, and TRIED to pull out, but not before at least ONE thick squirt spat out the tip of my prick, and into the little girl's body. "Oh shit!" I said; trying desperately to extract my spewing prick from inside my granddaughter before I let her have even more of my potent sperm. Lori stopped me. "It's OK, Grandpa," she soothed me. For a second, I was able to hold off from squirting a second big spurt inside her from sheer surprise that she didn't seem to mind my cumming inside her. "My period was last week," she explained, "so you can cum in me all you want to." "Aaauuuughoooooohhh." My groan of release died down to just a moan of satisfaction, as I let the little girl have it all. While I knew that it wasn't as dangerous to cum in my granddaughter NOW, as it would be about a week later, I also knew that the little girl was NOT safe at this time. I just couldn't stop myself. I jerked and spasmed and forced my prick as far up in the little girl as I could, while I did my best to father a child on my own granddaughter. Lori, it turned out, was just as aware of her condition as I was. "Momma says my best time to catch is next week," she said comfortingly, while her cunny STILL clamped and squeezed on my wildly spewing prick, "so you can cum in me as much as you want to, without having to worry about getting me pregnant... I don't mind." "You... Don't... Mind?" I barely managed to gasp; thrusting forward and giving my granddaughter another incestuous squirt with each grunted word. "Uhuh," she replied, barely able to speak herself; while her tight little cunny squeezed each thick drop of my seed out of my prick, and into her welcoming young belly. "You can get me pregnant, if you want to... I don't mind." My prick gave one last thick squirt; rippling though the base of my penis, through the tube on the bottom, and then spitting out the head, before being forcefully injected in the welcoming young belly of the sexiest little girl in the whole world. She didn't MIND me getting her pregnant? OOOoooooh, what a thoroughly sexy, thoroughly obscene, and thoroughly wonderful thought. Even my wife, in the years before she died, had never really WANTED to let me get her pregnant; just accepting it as one of her "wifely chores." Not that Jane hadn't liked SEX... or even kids. It was being pregnant and going through childbirth that she didn't like; stopping after two children as having done her "duty to me," when I had hoped for at least three or four kids.... Ah well. Jane HAD loved me... while she still lived. Otherwise, she never would have consented to bear ANY of my children. To her, it was all pain and bother... Jane would have as soon adopted; while I wanted something that was part of both of us to love... ending up with a son and daughter to help me through the heartbreak of when she died. Now, my sexy young granddaughter who I love almost as much, tells me she "doesn't mind" if I get her pregnant? Oooooh! I sent one last thick white squirt in the child's vagina at the very thought. "Thanks, Lori," I gasped; as the final shudders of a few last sticky drops of sperm oozing through my prick finally eased. "Thanks, Grandpa," replied Lori; as she snuggled back to me, so we could both go back to sleep; with my now almost limp prick still holding my seed bottled up in the child's vagina like a soft cork. Her vagina was STILL making half-hearted squeeze-clamp-SQUEEZE sensations around my penis. Even as she relaxed, Lori was STILL having little twinges of orgasm. Only the bed still didn't stop moving, once we stopped. "Ungh, uuunnhh!" came the soft grunts behind me, then a final "Ohohohoooh," as a last shudder shook the bed. Carri was just finishing HER orgasm, after watching me get off in her big sister. "Whoo, thanks guys," she said; collapsing in a heap, "now THAT was sexy." Well, at least she hadn't expected me to fuck HER. I mean, it was bad enough fucking her 12 year old sister, but.... I sighed with relief; and snuggled up to Lori; trying to force my limp prick up inside her a little farther, so the white goo I had ejaculated inside her didn't get all over the bed. "You know," said Lori, almost conversationally, as she snuggled back to me, while her little sister snuggled up behind, "You're going to have to fuck HER too, before the night is over. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair." Oh shit. Several hours later I woke up with another hard-on. This time, Lori really WAS asleep. The tight squeeze of her horny young vagina had reduced to just a tight ring halfway down my prick, as only the muscles at the entrance kept the oversized member from slipping out. We were almost stuck together, but after sliding out about half an inch, the sperm I had already ejaculated inside the little girl lubricated me enough so that I was able to slide ALL the way up inside her without bringing more that a satisfied "Ooooh," from the sleeping little girl. The temptation was too strong. Since I knew that Lori already HAD millions of my sperm wriggling up inside her fertile young belly, I didn't feel very guilty about squirting still more inside her. I did something I had always loved to do with my wife, but had rarely gotten the chance to do... I fucked the little girl in her sleep. The cum inside her made her so slippery, Lori scarcely felt me moving in and out; and the tight ring sliding up and down my prick, while highly erotic, wasn't SO erotic that it made me cum immediately. Every once in a while I would feel the urge to spurt the little girl full of incestuous seed rise, and each time I slowed my thrusting; just pushing up inside her until the sensations eased, with the tight ring of her cunny clasping the base of my prick, and my penis leaking still more pre-cum and sperm in the child's womb. Sometimes I didn't manage to hold completely off; actually squirting a little sperm inside her tunnel before I grit my teeth and managed to regain control. Each time I did this; releasing a little inside her; it allowed me to go a little longer the next time. Finally, after sliding in and out for well over half an hour, I decided NOT to hold back on the next one; just letting it flow when the urge came; jetting gob after gooey gob of incestuous cum in the child, until I finally relaxed with my now half-hard prick still stuck all the way up inside Lori's tight young slit, and my prick was almost floating in the incestuous sperm I had ejaculated inside her sexy young body. I collapsed against my granddaughter; hugging her to me, and running my big hand up and down her smooth young belly, before capturing a sweet young breast in it, and drifting back to sleep. Carri had turned over in the night, with her back to both of us."Thanks, Grandpa," murmured Lori, snuggling back to seat my prick a little further up inside her body. I was too sleepy to be shocked at finding out she was awake, instead of asleep like I thought she had been. "You're welcome," I responded, then remembered to add, "I love you, you know." "'love you too, Grandpa," she murmured sleepily, then slid off to sleep. THIS time, I was sure the little girl was asleep, because she snored softly, and her body was relaxed when she did. Two minutes later I was asleep myself, with my thick prick STILL comfortably ensconced in the sleeping child's sweet young vagina. Oh, to be able to spend ALL my nights like this . . . <Sigh.> The next morning I woke up to find Lori gone, a slightly-cool damp-spot where she had been, and Carri snuggled up to me with my prick between HER legs, as I had turned over after Lori left to go clean up and help her mother get breakfast for a hungry crowd of relatives. "Mmmmm," she sighed, fitting my prick up against her tight little hole, just like her big sister had, once she found out I was awake. "For a while there," she said, "I was afraid Lori was going to monopolize this thing all night! C'mere, Grandpa, and show me you like my hot little hole just as much as you did my big sister's." THIS time, I didn't object. Having already fucked ONE of my two granddaughters, and having the other doing her best to get laid, I no longer felt guilty about it. Both girls obviously knew what they were getting into (Or, more correctly, what was getting into them.) so it wasn't as if I was raping them, or even "molesting" them, when they didn't want it. Heck, if anything, the two girls were raping ME. I shoved my prick up in the little girl. I would have shoved it ALL the way up in the child, only she gave out a yelp, and said, "Ouch! Grandpa! I'm not as big as Lori, and besides, You're a lot bigger than . . . Shit . . . Sorry Grandpa, I'm not supposed to tell. Anyway, it hurts a little." No wonder it hurt. No, it was NOT my oversized prick in the 10-year-old's tight little cunny that was really the problem. When I had fucked her big sister, we had both been leaking lubrication for over half an hour. Carri was not only SMALLER inside than her big sister was, but dryer too, as neither she nor I had "worked each other up" like Lori and I had the previous night. It took almost 10 minutes of working with saliva and a few "ouches" from Carri, before my prick lubricated enough, and her tight little cunny relaxed and also lubricated enough to allow us to fuck comfortably. For all the starting discomfort, neither one of us felt inclined to stop. Once we finally got going, I got on top, and Carri and I started fucking "missionary style". For all it's detractors, this method has a lot going for it. We both got to watch the obscene sight of my thick prick sliding in and out of the bare little slit of a horny 10-year-old girl. Such an erotic sight you never did see. Thankfully, her big sister had drained me enough the night before; taking the pressure off my balls, that I was able to give the little girl the fucking she deserved. Unlike her big sister Lori, Carri took a long time to work up; then came like a banshee, when she did. The wail of the little girl's orgasm ripped through the room like the squeal of a stepped-on bagpipe. I was certain that people would come running to see what I was doing to the child, but nobody did. Feeling Carri's tight little cunny clasping and squeezing on my thick cock was enough to finally get me off too. Only this time I had more control. Since I had already drained my balls in her big sister twice the night before, I was no longer the hair-trigger prick just waiting to spew sperm that I had been from almost two year's celibacy (if you count only self-done hand-jobs as celibacy, that is). "Uh, Carri," I said; gritting my teeth to hold back (successfully, this time). "I'm gonna . . ." I didn't have to say what. "It's OK," she said, "you can cum in me, if you want to." I just LOOKED at the little girl. After all, her big sister had given me the same line the night before. With that "permission" it was hard, but I still held back. Carri suddenly grinned, as she realizes what was bothering me. "Hey," she repeated, "you can cum inside me all you want to . . . . After all, I'm only 10 years old, you know." With a sigh of relief, I slid all the way into the little girl, and let her have the big mass of cum I had been holding back. I jerked and spasmed inside my granddaughter; doing my best to plant my sperm as far up in the child's womb as I could, while Carri held and squeezed me through the remnants of HER orgasm. It was only when the last sticky drops were oozing into the child's tiny little slit, that I became conscious that Carri had been rattling on with her reassurance, even while we both enjoyed the feeling of me ejaculating inside her. "Heck," she said, "Momma says it will probably be two or three months yet, before my periods stabilize, and I have to keep track of them like Lori does." We were both just coming down from the pleasure of mating, and Carri's words were just seeping into my brain; letting me know that there was a chance that I had just gotten not one, but TWO granddaughters pregnant, (Not much of a chance, but still a chance.) when the girl's mother poked he head in the door. There wasn't a chance at hiding what we were doing, as the bed was right next to the door, and the moment it opened Mari could see me lying on top of her daughter, with my thick prick still leaking sticky white cum in the little girl's tight little hole. "Sorry," she apologized, "but Lori thought you two would be finished by now . . . . When you're done, breakfast is ready. I've already thrown both of your clothes in the laundry last night when you were all sleeping, so don't bother looking for them. They won't be dry for another half hour." The door shut with a <click>. Well, it was obvious that my daughter-in-law was NOT mad at me for fucking her little girls. Carri and I regretfully pulled apart. The thick white ooze slowly seeping from her tight little slit somehow didn't even look obscene. For only 10 years old, Carri showed incredible grace after just being fucked. For HER, it didn't seem nasty for a 50+ man to be fucking her, and filling her tiny little slit full of incestuous cum. I looked, and Mari was right. Only my belt and things from my pockets were sitting on the chair I had left my clothes on the night before. Remembering the way Lori and I had spend most of the night connected, without even a sheet over us, I knew that the girl's mother could NOT have missed it. It seems that my daughter-in-law HAD not only wanted me to sleep with her little girls, but to fuck them too . . . or at least, she didn't mind if I did. Wow! I wondered just what kind of family my son had married into. Coming out of the bedroom, still naked, I soon found out. While the whole house wasn't an orgy; seeing that MOST of the family was eating breakfast in the kitchen; there were STILL signs that sex between family-members was considered not only normal, but pretty much the order-of-the-day. Not only with HER family, but with mine as well. For example, (ignoring the pants and groans from the master bedroom) my daughter's kids were still in (or more correctly ON) the sleeping bag they had spent the night in, in the middle of the living-room floor. The four kids were in a "menage-a-quatro" that would have made Don Juan blush; as my 7-year-old granddaughter "took care of" all three of her older brothers at once! The little girl was sliding her tight little cunny up and down her oldest brother, while the youngest was on top of her with his cute little prick buried in her behind. At the same time, the middle boy had his prick halfway down the little girl's throat. My daughter Ann just looked on with pride, as if scenes like this were normal at her house. "Isn't it great, Dad?" she asked. "Kimmy just learned how to take all three of them at once, and she's so proud of herself. She keeps wanting to show off how good she is; and since the whole family is here, she decided to show us all how much she's learned. Isn't she just SO cute? Look how she makes both of them go in and out at the same time . . . you'd almost think she had been fucking like that for years, instead of only 3 months now." I collapsed almost in shock, on the big living-room chair. I couldn't take my eyes of the little 7-year-old squirming in the middle of the floor, with her three brothers. Suddenly the little girl took her mouth off the boy in front of her, and remarked conversationally, "Oooh . . . I think Mike is cumming in me," before returning to sucking the teenager's prick. It was shortly obvious who the child was talking about, as a white smear suddenly appeared around the base of the cock of the older boy lying underneath her, and "slurp-slurp" sounds as his prick slid in and out, testified to the fact that the 15-year-old was indeed ejaculating his sperm in his 7-year-old little sister. Kimmy just speeded up her sucking on the other boy in front of her, until he too began squirting thick white cum in the little girl . . . Only in her mouth. The little girl didn't pull back, either; shoving her face forward, until the older boy's prick had vanished in her mouth, and you knew the kid was ejaculating his thick white cum right down the child's throat.The youngest boy didn't come; he just sighed with satisfaction as the little girl finally pulled apart from the three of them. Perhaps he was too young to ejaculate yet. In any case, he seemed as happy about it as his two older brothers. Little Kimmy stood up and proudly showed everybody her cum-oozing little cunny, only taking a tissue to wipe up with when it threatened to drip on the carpet. It was then that she noticed ME watching. "Did you see it, Grandpa?" she asked. "Did you like it? Momma says I'm getting to be pretty good... do you think so? Can I try it with you? Please? Lori and Carri say you're even better than Daddy is. Can I try it with you? Please, Grandpa? I'll make it feel REAL good for you, I promise!" Before I could say anything, the eagerly chattering child was climbing in my lap and fitting my suddenly erect penis up against her incredibly tiny little slit. I couldn't BELIEVE this was happening! I looked over at the little girl's mother in shock! Only instead of being annoyed, my daughter was looking at her little girl trying to fit my engorged prick inside herself with amusement, and yes, even pride! "Oh, why don't you, Daddy?" she said. "The little shit has fucked almost everybody else, except Danny, who's just plain too big. Why not let her try, OK?" "I'll make it feel REAL good for you, Grandpa," repeated the little girl, looking earnestly in my face for approval. "Please, Grandpa?" she pleaded. I gave up... From then on, if my THREE-year-old granddaughter had asked me to fuck her, the answer would have been the same... "If you can get it in, you can have it," I sighed. Somehow, I could NOT feel guilty about it, the way I would have felt like an unspeakable pervert if this had happened the night before. "Thanks, Grandpa," said the little girl, earnestly, "you'll like it... really." With this, the child placed the head of my prick against her tiny little hole, as kneeling up facing me, she started to sit back down on my swollen, throbbing prick. I was NOT worried that it would not "feel good" to me. In fact, just the opposite. I was afraid that after feeling a little girl like her's tight little cunny squeezing the cum out of my prick, that I would be spoiled for any ADULT vagina, like the one of my horny young daughter who was so eagerly watching her daughter try to fuck her father. As I felt the tip of my prick spread the child's cunny-lips, before slipping inside the tightest, sweetest, hottest little hole in the world, I suddenly became aware that the whole family was watching the little girl fuck her grandfather. Oh shit. Still, the incredibly sexy feel of the child's vagina spreading to take the head of my penis inside her body was enough to keep me erect, in spite of the embarrassment of fucking her in front of the entire family. In spite of my size, and her being so little, the sperm her brother had already ejaculated inside the little girl made her so slippery, that my prick just stretched and stretched her, and then slowly OOZED into her body. I felt an incredibly tight ring slide down my prick, never stopping until it was squeezing the base of my prick, and I could feel a hard knob bumping against the tip of my prick, as it poked against the little girl's cervix. I couldn't believe it... The little 7-year-old had taken every inch of my thick prick up inside her tight little hole, and was starting to slide up and down. Kimmy leaned back a little in my arms, so the whole family could see that she had taken me all the way up inside herself. Then, she leaned forward, and whispered in my ear. "See, Grandpa," she whispered, "I told you I would make it feel good." Oh God, did she ever... and that was only the start. First, Kimmy wriggled herself in place, just making my fat prick go all the way up inside her. Then she lifted up, almost milking my prick with her tight little hole. The tight ring of the child's vagina actually stripped some remaining sperm from my prick that had been left over from cumming inside her cousin Carri. Kimmy pulled up, until only the head of my prick was trapped inside her tight little hole by the muscles at the entrance; then she pulled up a little more, "popping" the head out for a second. Then, she "popped" it back in again, and began the long slide down to the bottom. Slowly she slid down, until once again the little girl had every inch of her grandfather's penis inside her hot little hole, and once again my prick was leaking pre-cum and sperm into the child's tiny cervix. Then she repeated it. Up she went, until the head popped out of her, then she popped it back in again, and slid down to the bottom where she wriggled to seat my prick all the way inside her. Three times more, the little girl repeated this... then four times. Finally, I felt my seed rising in my prick. THIS time I wasn't worried about accidentally knocking the little girl up... not at 7 years old, anyway. Besides, she had just fucked all three of her brothers, and from the sound of it, her father and uncle as well. No, I wasn't worried about cumming inside her. I DID want to let her know though... if only out of politeness. "Uh," I groaned, "I'm going to cum." "Do it, Grandpa," she squeaked. "Please? I want to feel you cum inside me, and get me pregnant, just like you did Lori and Carri... Please?" By this time, the little girl was sliding up and down my prick like a monkey on a pole. I grabbed the little 7-year-old and held her steady, jabbing my prick to the root in her cute little belly. "Here it comes," I warned her, before suddenly grabbing her tight, while my prick flexed and flushed what felt like gallons of hot sticky cum in the little girl's welcoming young womb. Spasm after spasm shook me, as I emptied my body into that of my own sexy young granddaughter. I could actually see the little girl's flat little tummy bulge, each time my engorged penis jerked and spat yet another thick gob of baby-juice inside her. God, did that feel good. Once I started to ease up, Kimmy leaned back, so that the whole family could see where my thick prick had vanished into the little girl's body, and was squirting my seed in thick white jets against her immature young womb. Shortly, a thick white drop of cum oozed out by the base of my prick, giving mute evidence that I HAD cum inside the child, not just faked it. After three or four good squirts inside her, my prick finally started to shrink. At this, Kimmy eased forward, and just cuddled up to me, like she had so many times in the past when she was younger... only THIS time, with her own grandfather's fat prick still buried in her tight little hole, still leaking incestuous cum in the little girl's womb. "Thanks, Grandpa," she murmured sleepily, snuggling into my arms and actually going to sleep, with my half-hard prick still oozing an occasional drop of thick white cum inside her vagina. Mari had to bring me coffee, while the child slept in my arms. "Well," she asked, as she settled into the couch next to me, where she could look down my front at where my penis still vanished into her niece's body, "what do you think of your granddaughters NOW?" What COULD I say? I snuggled Kimmy a little closer, so an extra half-inch of fat prick slid inside her, bringing a mewl of contentment from the child. "I think they're wonderful," I said, truthfully. "You don't think they're sluts, or anything like that?" she asked. I considered it... "Mmmmmm, maybe," I said. "But what's wrong with being a slut? At least, if you like it." "Thanks, Pops," said Mari, untangling herself to go get me some toast to have for breakfast, "I KNEW you were the right one to sleep with my little girls... I wasn't sure before. You'll be spending the rest of this reunion in their bed, OK?" I thought of the two little girls' possibly fertile conditions. "Uh, what about...?" I couldn't say, "pregnancy"; just waving my hand in a bulging-motion past the child sleeping in my lap. Mari figured out what I meant, as I knew she would. "THAT," she said, "is up to the girls," and left me there, with my jaw hanging out. About 20 minutes later, my daughter came by, while I was very carefully trying to finish my breakfast, without disturbing the sleeping little girl in my lap. Ann looked from me to the contented child snuggled with her grandfather's penis still pulsing in her tight little slit, and his potent sperm still wriggling its way up inside her cute little tummy. "Thanks, Daddy," she said. "Kimmy really needed that, after not being able to get Danny inside her like she wanted to." What could I say? Heck, what could ANY man say, when his daughter actually THANKED him for fucking her little girl, squirting thick gobs of incestuous seed in the child's womb? Nothing. Ann reached over to pet Kimmy's hair, causing the little girl to sigh with contentment and snuggle a little closer. There was a sudden catching sensation, and then my newly erect prick was once again all the way up inside the little girl's body, as she readjusted herself in her sleep to accommodate my swollen organ. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, nuzzling her face into my chest. Unconsciously, I hugged the little girl closer, while just as unconsciously her tight little cunny squeezed the base of my prick in such a warm friendly manner it would have to be experienced to be believed. "She IS a sexy little thing, isn't she?""Commented Ann, seeming to be pleased with the sight of her father cuddling her little girl, even if she knew the man had his thick prick buried to the hilt in the child's tight little baby-hole. Again, what could I say? "Yes, she sure is," I managed to reply. "Do me a favor, Daddy?" she asked. "Mmmm?" I responded. My mind was more occupied with cuddling her daughter and getting the child's cunny settled a little more comfortably on my cum-dribbling prick than on Ann's question. "Promise me you'll not only fuck her, but get her pregnant when she gets old enough?" I almost came again in the little girl at the obscene thought. "Well," I temporized, "If she still wants me to." I wasn't going to rape my own granddaughters. "Dad!" Ann looked as though she was going to pick up her daughter and leave. I just couldn't bear the thought of disturbing Kimmy by pulling out. "OK," I sighed. I knew I would regret making that promise someday. On the other hand, Kimmy hadn't seemed to be displeased by the prospect; any more than her older cousins had. Maybe I was worried for nothing. "How long has this been going on?" I asked, managing to include not only the fact of her daughter's sexual activity with her brothers and myself, but by implication my daughter, my two other granddaughters, and everything else. For sure, nothing like this had been going on the last time I had dropped over to visit either my son OR daughter. Ann giggled. She always did look so cute when she did that. "Only about three months," she replied. "And believe it or not, it was Kimmy here, who started everything." Somehow, with my prick slowly reviving in the child's belly where it was stirring the load of sperm I had already ejaculated in the little girl, I didn't find this as hard to believe as I might have otherwise. I smiled, raised my eyebrows, and indicated to Ann that she should continue. "Well," she said, settling down more comfortably on the couch to continue, ignoring pants and sighs of "Oh... oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," coming from the other room, "A little over three months ago my husband caught little Kimmy here sleeping in her big brother's bed..." No, not Mike's, John's. At first, he thought the 12-year-old was molesting his little sister, until it became apparent from both of them that it had been Kimmy who had sneaked into her big brother's bedroom, not the other way around. It seems the little slut had heard about sex from spying on some older girls at school and wanted to see if it was as nice as they said it was." Ann's voice when she called her little girl a "slut" was so loving that it sounded more like a term of praise or endearment than something obscene or nasty. "By the time we found out," she continued, "John had already fucked his little sister three or four times, and as you can imagine, neither one of the kids wanted to stop. Well, for a week there were such rantings, ravings, and screamings and tantrums in our house you wouldn't believe!" I smiled to myself in memory of Ann, at the same age, and the tantrums she had when not getting her own way.... I could imagine her daughter, for all of the sweetness of the child sleeping in my lap, being just as stubborn as her mother was. "Well," continued Ann, "George and I did our best... or thought we did. We forbid Kimmy from not only sleeping in her brother's bedroom, but from even going in there alone with him; and the same thing for him going into HER bedroom. We also gave the two kids big lectures about how 'wrong' it was for him to do that to her. For almost a week, we THOUGHT we had made them understand... well, maybe John, we had. Only about six days later we (actually, I) found Kimmy in MIKE'S bedroom; sliding up and down her big brother's prick like some incredible young harlot, until the older boy had no choice but to cum inside her. I was just about to yell and scream to get them to stop before he did; when Mike suddenly grunted and a thick white drop started oozing down the base of his prick; and I knew the older boy's sperm was decorating the inside of his little sister's vagina. It seems that since Kimmy wasn't allowed to fuck her 12-year-old brother John, she figured she would get Mike to 'do' her. Well, being a horny teenager, the older boy hadn't been all that hard to convince. MORE yellings, screamings and tantrums followed THIS discovery. When we finally got it through Kimmy's head that little girls are not supposed to fuck ANY of their brothers, we thought we finally had things under control...""Well, once we finally had Kimmy and the boys convinced that while it wasn't really right for them to be fucking, and they probably wouldn't get either us or themselves in trouble as long as they kept their sexual activities inside the family, we thought we had things in hand." Here Ann grinned at me. I grinned back. Somehow I just knew what was coming... her boys probably ended up in bed with her next... only it turned out I was anticipating things. "The next problem we had," continued Ann, "was when we came over here for Lori's 12th birthday party, and stayed the night, because of the snow. You remember that night, don't you Daddy?" I sure did. I usually managed to get to all of my children and grandchildren's birthday celebrations. Since I had just been at John's 13th birthday party the week before, it wouldn't have been fair to his cousin to miss hers... Even snow wouldn't have been an excuse; though six-inches of snow can put a damper on quite a few things. How do you explain to a 12-year-old that it was "too much trouble" for her grandfather to come to one of the most important milestones of her life... her last birthday before she became a teenager? Fighting rush-hour traffic in the snow to get to the party two hours late, and then having to drive all the way back not two hours later because I was supposed to meet a delivery-man who never showed up because of the same snow... It's a good thing none of my grandchildren had been with me then, as they would have learned really new and imaginative meanings for the words, "fuck", "shithead", and "asshole". Not to mentions some other words I won't repeat even here. Definitely, I remembered that night. Now my daughter was telling me that I had missed out on more than I thought I had, all because of that same stupid delivery? Oh well... long since over. "Well," continued my daughter, (Ann seemed to have a penchant for picking up her line of thought with the word, "Well.") "we forgot to tell the kids that when we said 'family' we meant 'immediate family'. So you can imagine what happened next." Oh, could I ever! Ann grinned at me, as she saw my eyes light up. "Uhuh," she confirmed. After you left, and while we were cleaning up, the kids all went into the den downstairs to play. The first thing we knew anything different was going on, was when we heard a loud "Ow," from Lori. "Ohmigawd!" was the next thing we heard from Mari, as she went to see what was going on. This brought the rest of us scrambling. It was no wonder that Mari was so astonished. There was a regular orgy going on in there. For the first time, the kids had a perfect match-up, with three horny boys, and three equally horny girls. Since none of our kids thought anything of fucking each other, it hadn't taken any convincing at all, for your son's two kids to be willing to join in. By the time we got there, Mike was just in the throes of ejaculating his seed in his cousin's womb, while Lori reached her first orgasm with a prick squirting thick white cum inside her. Over in the corner, Carri was just starting to take Darrin's little prick inside her, (figuring it wouldn't hurt quite as much as if she had one of the bigger boys do it) while John had to be contented with fucking his little sister, until one of the other girls was available. Talk about an 'Oh shit!' situation!" Here my daughter gave me a wan grin. Damn I wished I had been there to see that! Even hearing about it second hand, almost had me spouting yet another thick helping of sperm in the belly of the sleeping little girl whose innocent face belied the erotic things she had been doing. "Well!" said my daughter (again). "It took every inch of diplomacy we had, to convince Danny and Mari that thrashings were not deserved all the way around. Even when we explained things to them, it still took everything we could do to get them to realize (as we had finally) that once the kids had started, they weren't going to stop... which presented them with a dilemma." "Huh?" I asked. Somehow the sweet cherubic face of my sleeping granddaughter did not fit in with the story of the horny little slut I had been hearing about. On the other hand, feeling her tight little cunny squeezing on my prick, while my cum made her insides slick and wet, made it hard to disbelieve. "So what was the problem?" I asked; shifting to get my prick a little further up inside her daughter. Kimmy just grunted. "The problem was, Lori and Kim don't have any brothers like Kimmy here does." Here my daughter reached out again, and smoothed her daughter's silky hair with a loving hand. Hearing her mother's voice, and feeling her familiar hand just made Kimmy snuggle closer to me. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came again inside the little girl, even if she was still asleep. I wasn't worried about it though, as I knew that neither Kimmy nor her mother watching me, would mind at all. "So, what about their father?" I asked. "Daddy?" asked my daughter. "Have you ever seen Danny's prick?" Obviously, I had not. I mean, I don't go peeking in my son's bedroom to see how much 'manhood' he has... I'm not that much of a pervert. ("Oh?" asked a tiny voice in my head, "Then what kind of a pervert are you... fucking three of your own pre-teenaged granddaughters; one of them not even 8 years old yet, and actually trying to get the other two pregnant?" I ignored the voice.) "My 'little' brother," said Ann, "is NOT so little. He's over eight inches long, but that's not the problem. His whanger is so big around it's all even I can do to take him inside me. Mari likes him that thick though." Ann smiled when she noticed my surprise at knowing she had been fucking her little brother. Then I wondered why I was surprised. "That big thing of Danny's would split those two little girls wide open," she said. "We know, because believe me, they tried! So that left us doing OK at our house. Two horny women can always fuck even four horny men under the table any day of the week." Thus my daughter first admitted that she was taking her sons to bed, just like her husband was bedding their 7 year old little girl. "Only over here," she resumed, "things got pretty tight for a while. Then, (Here my daughter stopped to smile sweetly at me.) I thought of you... all alone in that big house, since Momma died; probably as horny as a two-peckered goat. I knew (don't ask me how) that your prick wasn't much bigger that Mike's, so you wouldn't hurt either of them. So, we all got together, and we set you up." Frankly, I just gaped. "You set me up," I repeated dumbly. "Uhuh. We knew that no ordinary argument would get you to leave that house where so many of Mother's memories haunt you still. But we know also how you feel about your granddaughters, and especially how you feel about men who fuck girls and then leave them to carry their babies." "You don't mean?" I said, understanding finally dawning about what had happened the night before. "Oh Daddy, you're so sweet," said Ann; leaning over to kiss me. DAMN, did her lips feel sweet, and her smell was so fresh and arousing I almost let her little girl have it right then. After she pulled away though, I managed to grit my teeth, and prevent the rising of seed in my prick. I wanted to remain mated to my cute little granddaughter as long as possible; and I knew once I had squirted inside the child for the second time, that only an Act of God would allow me to remain stiff enough to stay inside the little girl. "We set this whole Thanksgiving 'reunion' up, just to get you in bed with those little girls when there's at least a chance you might get one of them pregnant. Knowing how you feel about such things, we know you won't walk out on them now." My face blushed as red as a beet. Obviously my children knew me only too well. "You mean?" I prompted. This time Mari answered. I hadn't realized that the whole family was listening to our conversation, but they were. "She means," continued my daughter-in-law, "that from now on I expect you to be sleeping with Lori and Carri, or at least until they get old enough to move out on their own. I am NOT having my horny little girls go seducing the neighbor-boys, and accidentally bringing home some horrible disease. If they're going to fuck, which it seems that they are going to do whether I let them or not, then at least it will only be in the family, where we know it's safe. OK?" "But," I spluttered for a second, "You mean you actually want me to get your little girls..." Once again, I couldn't say it. "Pregnant?" supplied Mari. Obviously the thought didn't bother her. "As I said before, that's up to them. I just expect you to fuck them, so they don't get all frustrated and go out and get themselves knocked-up by someone else..." "Why? Don't you like the idea of getting your own granddaughters pregnant with your babies?" Oh God... did I ever. I almost came at the very thought. Ann noticed. "I think he does," she teased. "How would you like to get that little girl in your lap pregnant?" she asked. "Wouldn't Kimmy look real cute with a big belly, and your little girl kicking and squirming inside her? I'm sure Kimmy wouldn't mind." Oh shit! That was too much. My overused prick began squirting and jumping inside the little girl, like a fire-hose gone out of control.Just the thought of the cute little 7-year-old with her tummy sticking out was enough to make me ejaculate more sperm in the child's tummy than I thought I had in me. The whole family watched with interest as I jerked and spasmed the little girl full of incestuous cum. I couldn't help myself; hunching into the little girl as I tried to plant my seed as far up in the child's womb as I could. My jerking, shaking, and thrusting finally woke my granddaughter up. "Oooh, What's happening, Momma?" she asked sleepily, not pulling away from my frantic jabs, but not really fucking back, either. "It's just your grandfather getting you pregnant," Ann soothed the little 7-year-old. "He's squirting his sperm inside you, so you can have a baby... would you like that, Honey?" Oh SHIT! I had THOUGHT I was finished, with the last thick drops of sperm oozing out into my sexy little granddaughter. Only my daughter's obscene remark and question to her little girl was too much. Unexpectedly, I was cumming AGAIN! Squirt after squirt spat out of my prick, and into the welcoming young belly of the little first-grader. "Oooh," said Kimmy, suddenly working back at me to try and force even more of my spouting prick up inside her body. "Thanks Grandpa. I didn't think I was old enough yet to get pregnant. Thanks Momma." Well, at least any worries that she might not want it were groundless. "You're not," said her mother, now that my frantic surges were subsiding, and she knew I had planted every drop of incestuous sperm I had in me, in her little girl's womb. "That doesn't mean you can't TRY. Sometimes girls even younger than you get pregnant, if they try hard enough. So I thought you might like to try it with your grandfather, like your cousins will be doing, at least until we get home anyway." "Oh," said the little girl with some disappointment. "I guess that's OK. Anyway, didn't you say a girl's first baby should be by her father?" Ann had the grace to blush. "Uh, well, maybe," she admitted. "But that doesn't mean you can't 'practice' with your grandfather or brothers. And if you DO get pregnant by one of them, it wouldn't be all that bad, would it?" "Mmmmm," said Kimmy, trying to snuggle down so that she kept my wilting prick inside her. "I wouldn't mind. It might be fun to have Grandpa's baby." "That's good," said Ann, "because your grandfather has promised to get you pregnant as often as he can, once your body gets big enough to have babies." I opened my mouth to object, but Kimmy didn't give me the chance to correct her mother's statement. "Really?" she said, kissing me with little-girl enthusiasm. "Thanks, Grandpa. I'll try to hurry up, and get big as fast as I can, so we can get started." My prick gave another lurch inside the little girl, but even this erotic statement wasn't enough. My wilted prick, looking like a marshmallow-peanut instead of a rampant dong fit to impregnate little girls with, slid out of the child with a "slurp." It was only Lori's frantic rush to get some tissue that rescued the big chair from having a horrible mess in it. "Well, that's it Kids," said Ann, shooing the children down to the Den in the basement, where soon giggles and shrieks of children at play soon were wafting skyward. I was too exhausted to even daydream about what kind of "games" these kids might be playing downstairs. Kimmy had almost immediately dashed off to join them; a plug of tissue being the only barrier keeping my sperm from running in an obscene drool down the little girl's leg. "Well?" Asked Mari, looking at me expectantly, as if she had asked me a question. It took me a minute to figure out what she wanted to know. Well, after all, I had just finished fucking first her daughters, and then her niece twice, and was NOT in tip-top form mentally. Eventually I got it though. "I'll start moving my things in here next week," I said. Monday looked comfortably far away. "Tonight," insisted Mari. "Those two little girls in the other room, will be expecting you to sleep with them tonight, and I'm NOT going to let you disappoint them." "Tomorrow," I compromised. "I'll still sleep here tonight, and start moving in Saturday, OK?" And that's the way it was.

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Tricking Daddy

"Daddy?" The seven-year-old girl seemed bothered. "What, dear?" "How come we never fuck anymore?" "Uh... I'm sorry? WHAT did you just say?" To say that Dan was astonished at his little girl's accusation was a gross understatement. "I said, how come you never fuck me anymore? I keep waiting for you to come into my bedroom every night, and you never do!" "But, Hon, I NEVER... When was this, anyway?" "Back when you and Mom were having all those arguments... don't you remember?" The thirty-year-old man was quite taken aback. If there was one thing he would have been SURE to remember, it was sticking his swollen penis up in his own daughter's cute little slit, and squirting the child's womb full of jet after gooey jet of her own father's thick white baby-making seed, without a care of getting the little girl pregnant with her own brother or sister. Even a year earlier at six, the precocious youngster had been giving him hard-ons and wet-dreams like that, that made his groin ache for hours; though he had no more intention of even touching her sexually than he had of climbing Mount Everest. (Both taking up some time in his daydreams though.) Dan just couldn't imagine the scene that would have to take place for him to really molest his own daughter though. "Uh, you're sure of this?" he asked; wondering if he had been sleepwalking, drugged, or possibly somebody else had sneaked into the house and deflowered his innocent little girl. Dan felt a surge of rage at the very thought. "Uh-huh. It felt so GOOD, when you slid your big thing inside me. How come you haven't been to see me anymore? Don't you love me, Daddy?" "Of COURSE I love you, HoneyBun... It's just that I'm not sure...." "Oh GOODY!" exclaimed the youngster; clapping her hands and jumping on his lap with glee. "Does that mean you'll be in to see me tonight? I'll tell Mommy like I usually do, so we'll be ALL alone!" "Uh... Hon?" he asks; now worried. "Are you sure about this?" Things seemed rather strange, to say the least. "Uh-huh!" the child responded; giggling. "Here, feel me. I'm all wet!" Somehow Dan Samuels found his hand being almost forced into his child's groin, up under her short little dress, and down under her panties. Sam (Samantha) had been right about one thing; she was soaking wet and quite slippery with arousal; and her father's finger slipped easily inside her... about half an inch. "Sam!" exploded the older man, finally realizing what he was doing. "You've been lying to me! You're still a virgin; so you KNOW I haven't been doing anything to you." <Giggle> "Of course, Daddy, I know that. But I got you to stick your finger in me to find out, didn't I?" From a single giggle, the child's body now shook with a whole raft of them, as she almost shook herself off the older man's lap from laughter. Neither party even seemed to notice that the man's hand was still inside her panties; slowly stroking the lips and tickling the protruding nubbin at the top of the little girl's tiny slit. "Sam...." Dan couldn't bring himself to properly chastise the little girl he loved so much; and she didn't let him. "Uh Daddy?" she asked. "Does this mean you won't be coming in to fuck me tonight?" There was a long silence, as both man and girl thought about how their lives together would never be the same. "Please, Daddy?" she whimpered in disappointment; almost certain she would be refused. From the instructions she had gotten, Sam was sure this was her best (and possibly ONLY) chance to be her father's lover like she wanted to be... at least until she started puberty. Five or six years seemed like forever to a girl of her age. Samantha knew she would never make it until 11 or 12 to have sex... she'd die of frustration first. "Please, Daddy?" "Oh God."

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Appearances

"Am I doing it right, Daddy?" I grinned as I heard the question come from my daughter's room. I had just come back into the house after stopping in the driveway, when I found myself almost on the road, wearing a short little dress, but no panties. Around the house, this might be okay, but when meeting with members of the local church, one has to keep up appearances. I was just passing my daughter's bedroom, on the way to slip on a pair, when I heard Karen talking to her father. Curious as to what Dan was teaching the little girl THIS time, I peeked into her bedroom. It seemed that my husband was always teaching our little girls something. From how to ride a bike, to making a kite, or even how to fix a leaky faucet. Dan was always willing to show you how to do it. Already, either of the girls could unplug a sink, or rewire a lamp just as well as any boy, including their older brother, Mike. Better than most, in fact. The previous week, Dan had taken the motor for the lawnmower apart, while the two girls watched. He then had THEM put it back together; under his supervision of course. Karen and Diane had come back into the house with black faces, and hands that could have been an advertisement for the Mafia. I don't know who had been more proud, the girls, or Dan, when the old motor started on the first pull. So, you can see that it would be no surprise for me to find my husband showing either or both of our daughters how to do something. I wondered what it was this time. Curious, I peeked a little harder into the bedroom, before Dan and Karen came into focus. Dan was standing beside the bed, naked; and Karen was sitting on it in front of him, also naked. This in itself, was no surprise, as the whole family ran around the house in the "altogether" all the time. The only time anyone cared if they were dressed or undressed, was if we had a guest over. A couple of Karen's friends had been a little shook up, when we treated them like family, and Mike had walked in on them naked. By now, we knew who would be shocked, and who wouldn't. Also, the children were older and more careful, so the only friends who ever saw any of us naked any more, were those who we already knew wouldn't be upset. As I said, casual nudity was the norm at our house. With 65 acres of land, a tall fence in front, and neighbors who believed that what you did on your land, was your business, we never worried about clothes in, or even out of our house. Only when we went out to the store, or to visit, or something, did we make sure to wear "appropriate" attire. Most of our friends knew this, and many's the time I saw 14 or 15 naked kids splashing in the pool, or playing tag in the back of the barn. As I said, seeing my husband and daughter both nude in her bedroom, didn't ring any bells of alarm, like it might have in some households. Not only was it normal for one or all of us to be undressed, but I knew how much my husband loved our little girls; and I would never have imagined him molesting them, if I hadn't caught him red-handed.I told you, I wanted to learn how to give a blowjob, and that's why I asked you to teach me. I want to learn how to do it right! You've always insisted that if we were going to learn to do something, we learn to do it the right way, or not at all! So stop being silly, and cum in my mouth like you're supposed to. How am I going to learn how to do it right otherwise? "I guess," said Dan, "if you insist. I still can't believe how you managed to trick me into teaching you this in the first place. That was a sneaky, nasty trick, and you know it." He didn't sound too mad about it though. All of a sudden, I found that I had to revise my whole world-view again. Karen had tricked Dan into doing this? I listened even closer now, to the couple in the other room. I caught the tail-end of Karen's giggle, as she removed her mouth from her father's penis long enough to respond. "Well Daddy," she replied, "you were the one who taught me how to maneuver someone into a corner! Mmmmm. Your cock tastes good." "I knew I was going to regret teaching you that," said Dan. He sighed, then continued, "Oh well, if you're going to learn to suck cock, you might as well learn to do it right, I guess. So. For one thing, when a man's about to cum, like I am, you don't want to lick on the head like that. The head of a man's penis gets very sensitive, when he's about to cum, and for a while afterwards." I could tell that Dan was having a hard time holding back, while he gave the instructions. "Mmmm. Mmd," mumbled Karen. I thought it meant, "OK, Daddy." I could see that she must have changed her attack on Dan's penis, because the strained look left his face. "That's better," he said. "Now suck on it. Try to purse your lips as far down the shaft as you can. Lick the underside too. The tube on the bottom feels especially good to a man, when you lick it there." "Mmmk," agreed Karen. "Ungh. Uh! I'm going to cum. Take Daddy's sperm in your mouth. You can spit it out afterwards," said Dan, struggling to hold off a little bit longer. "Do I have to spit it out?" asked Karen, then hurriedly clamped her mouth back over her father's prick. That was the last straw for my husband. Knowing that his own daughter actually WANTED to swallow his cum was too exciting. In all our years of lovemaking, I had let Dan cum in my mouth about 10 or 20 times. I had never swallowed it though. Now my little daughter not only has my husband ejaculate his semen in her mouth, but she actually WANTED to swallow it? Here I had thought I was being so generous, to let Dan cum in my mouth once in a while. I felt ashamed that my own daughter had to teach me was love really was. I watched, as Dan lost the last little bit of control, and began to spasm our little girl's mouth full of his thick sticky cum. "Unhg. Unh. Oooooh!" he groaned. Karen didn't pull away. In fact, she seemed to suck even harder, trying to extract every last drop of her father's sperm into her eager little mouth. I resolved that I was NOT going to let my own daughter show me up. The next time Dan and I made love, I was going to suck him off properly, and I wasn't going to spit it out either. If my little girl loved her father enough to swallow his cum, then surely I loved him at least as much. All of a sudden, I realized what I was thinking. From being ready to almost kill my husband, for showing Karen how to suck his cock, I was now planning on rewarding him for the same thing. I couldn't believe how fast my priorities had changed. I knew that I was no longer mad at him for teaching the little girl about sex, once it became obvious that it was not only HER idea, but that she had tricked him into this mess as well. What really amazed me, was that I found that I was no longer even annoyed at the prospect of my husband teaching our daughters about sex. In fact, I was getting turned on at the idea. So much so, that I was actually contemplating sucking my husband's cock and swallowing his cum. Something I had never done in all the years we had been married. I felt a little ashamed of myself. No, not for wanting to swallow Dan's cum. Not even for letting Karen do it, while I watched. No, what I was ashamed of, was that it took my own daughter to show me how much I had been denying my husband, when I had thought I loved him. No more. From now on, Dan was going to think he was in heaven. I was going to see that he got so many different kinds of sex, he wouldn't know where to put his cock. Yes, even if he wanted to fuck me in the ass. We had never done it before. (I had been too scared, when I was younger, and eventually Dan had stopped asking.) This time, I was going to shock my husband, by asking HIM. All these weighty decisions took place in less time than it took for my husband to deliver three good squirts of thick sticky cum in our daughter's mouth. Dan managed to compose himself enough to resume his lessons, as the last sticky curds must have been oozing out onto our little girl's tongue. "No," he finally replied to Karen's previous question, "you don't HAVE to spit it out. Your mother does, but you don't have to. In fact, most men like the idea of a pretty girl swallowing their sperm." Karen blushed, when Dan called her a "pretty girl," but didn't remove her mouth from his cock. "Mmmm," she said. I was almost certain I could see her Adam's-apple go up and down, as she swallowed. She seemed to suck even harder, trying to extract every last drop from her father's cock. "Easy," said Dan, running his hands through our little girl's hair, "remember what I told you about the head of a man's penis getting sensitive. Just purse your lips around the base, and strip the last bit out with your tongue and lips." Dan started panting, as the little girl followed his instructions. Finally, Karen must have stopped getting any more, so she lifted her face from her father's now shrunken penis. "Did I do it right, Daddy?" she asked. "Did you like it?" "Oh God, did you ever," said Dan, replying to her first question. "I sure did like it. Almost too much in fact." Karen seemed to get excited by this. "'You mean it Daddy?" she asked. "I'm really good?" At his nod, she continued with the exuberance of youth, "Does that mean we can do it again, Daddy? I really liked it." "Oh God," said Dan, "we can't. We shouldn't have done it this time. If your mother ever found out, she'd kill me." I stifled a giggle. About ten minutes earlier, I would have agreed with him. Now I was slightly disappointed that he wasn't planning on going any further. Sometimes, I even shock myself. I wondered just how much "further" I was willing to let the two of them go. "Why not?" asked Karen reasonably. "If I want to, and you like it, what's wrong with that?" "Oh Jesus," said Dan. I could tell he was wondering how he had gotten into this mess. "For one thing, it just isn't done," he explained, "A man isn't supposed to have his own daughter suck his cock." "Hunh!" sniffed Karen, showing what the world could do with its opinions of what is or isn't "done." Dan ignored her unvoiced disdain for what other people thought. To some extent, everybody in the family shared that opinion, including me. "The real reason we shouldn't," he continued, "is that I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to stop." At this, Karen seemed to lose her patience. "So what!" she exclaimed. "You liked it. I liked it. Nobody's getting hurt. Why SHOULD we stop?" For a second, she glared at her father, then slumped. "Why should we stop?" she repeated. "Well, for one thing, we don't want your mother to get mad," replied Dan. I stifled another giggle. Me mad? Not now I wasn't! I may have been, but right now I was getting hot, not mad. I suddenly realized that I had been unconsciously fingering my crack, at the hope that Karen might give her father another blowjob, while I was watching. I started to remove my finger, then relaxed and stroked harder. "C'mon Dan," I thought to myself, "give your little girl another faceful of cum, like she wants." I was almost boiling at the very thought. I knew that from now on, I would be trying to catch Dan and Karen together as much as possible. A whole new avenue of sexual pleasures had been opened to me, and I had my own daughter to thank. Swallowing cum, (By now, I was actually looking forward to not only tasting Dan's cum but swallowing every drop, as well.) anal sex, (Yes, I was going to do that, and yes, I WAS going to enjoy it!) and now voyeurism. Watching my little girl having sex, was a definite turn-on. I began to wonder if I could arrange it somehow, so that Dan would start teaching Diane about sex, just like he was teaching her younger sister. By now, my cunny was soaking wet, at the very thought. Dan had said something that I missed, but I picked up the conversation from Karen's reply. "What do you mean, it won't stop here?" she asked. "I mean," said Dan, "that if we continue doing this, we won't be able to stop at my just teaching you how to give a blowjob. Pretty soon you would want to know how it feels to have a man licking you down there, just like you just did to me." Karen squirmed at this. I could tell that she had already been thinking that very thought. "After that," continued Dan, inexorably, "you'd want to learn more and more, until one day we'd find ourselves naked on the bed together, with my cock stuck up inside your tight little vagina, filling your womb with the stuff that make babies.You'd probably end up pregnant by your own father, as I wouldn't be able to resist. Besides, your mother would probably kill me if she knew we had done this much. We've got to stop now, before we get carried away, and she finds out about it. I stifled yet another snigger. Boy, was HE in for a rude awakening. "If I found out," indeed! Then I had another thought. It would be kind of cute to let the guy think he was getting away with something. I jerked my attention back to the other room, where Karen was speaking again. "You mean you'd do it if Momma knew about us and didn't mind?" she asked. Dan chuckled at the very thought. "Sure," he agreed easily. Suddenly, I knew how Dan had gotten trapped by Karen into giving her lessons in giving a blow-job. With crystal clarity, I knew what was coming next, and I almost bit my tongue in two to keep from saying something and warning Dan. "You mean, you'd fuck me, and cum in me, and teach me how to make a baby, and everything, if you knew that Momma didn't mind what we were doing?" "Well..." Dan started. For a moment, I thought he was going to see the trap, but he put his foot right on the trigger. "Your Mother would have a fit if she knew what we've done already, let alone that," he said. Karen didn't give him a chance to think as she pressed on. "You'd do it if you knew Momma didn't mind what we did?" Dan stepped in, and the trap closed. "I suppose," he said, "but there's not a chance in the world of that." Karen stifled a grin as she snapped the lock shut on the gate. "Promise?" she asked. "Promise," said Dan, taking the key from her and throwing it away. In our house, a promise was sacred. I figured that Karen had somehow made him "promise" to help her with some problem, and the problem had turned out to be that she needed lessons in giving head. "But there's not much chance of that," continued my husband, now testing the bars of his cage, when it was too late. "Your mother would never approve of this." Karen could no longer hold her glee. "Oh I wouldn't say that," she chortled. "Momma's been watching us for the last 10 minutes, and hasn't objected so far. In fact," she said, looking me straight in the eyes, through the crack in the doorframe, "she's been fingering herself off, while we did it. I think Momma is turned on at the thought of her little girl getting fucked." Oh shit! Caught red-handed. Or at least red-faced, and slippery-handed. What could I say? I thought about it, then gave a sigh of resignation. I decided, "What the heck!" So I slipped out of my skirt and blouse, and joined my astonished husband and daughter. After a minute, Dan finally closed his gaping mouth. By that time, I had finished getting undressed, and was just as naked as they were. "To heck with the church social," I thought, "This is far more interesting." "OK," I told my husband, "she caught us both. Dan, I always knew this business of teaching the girls everything would get out of hand. Do you realize that you just promised to not only fuck our daughter, but to get her pregnant as well?" Dan's eyes got big as he thought about this. "I didn't say that!" he protested. Karen giggled, as I pointed out his mistake. SHE knew what she had done! "You said, 'You would not only fuck her, and cum inside her, but that you would teach her how to make a baby,'" I reminded him. "In my mind, and I'm sure that Karen agrees with me, that means actually getting her pregnant, so that she knows what it feels like to have a baby, not just getting fucked once or twice and taking a chance." Karen nodded, confirming my suspicions. She had actually set it up, so that she could fuck her own father, and have his baby. Not only that, but somehow she had wangled my permission for her to do so. I knew that from now on, I wouldn't be worried about Karen being able to make her way in the outside world. With a devious little mind like that, she could hold her own with anybody. Surprisingly, I wasn't mad. My pride at her brilliance overcame my natural jealousy. I just hoped she would enjoy being a mother as much as I had. "Go on," I told them both, "you might as well start now as later. The sooner you fuck her, the sooner she'll get pregnant." Karen and Dan both stared at me, surprised by my cavalier attitude. That didn't stop them from following my instructions, however. Dan was already motioning for Karen to get on the bed, so that he could get between her legs, when the little girl stopped to ask one last question. "Uh Momma," she asked, a little worriedly, "can Daddy keep fucking me, even AFTER I get pregnant?" Oh Geesh! She hadn't even been fucked the first time, and she was already worried about having to quit, when her belly got big! "No Dear," I sighed, "you don't have to stop. Just remember, Dan's MY husband, and I like to fuck too." "Oh Momma," said Karen, "I'm not trying to steal Daddy. I just want to fuck a little. I won't be needing him THAT much." I thought about how horny I had been at her age, and grinned. "Don't be making any promises," I warned. Still, I did stop worrying. Karen thought over my advice, then nodded. If anyone knew the dangers of getting stuck with a promise, it should be her. Of course, Dan could give lessons as well. "So my little girl wants to learn how to fuck, and how babies are made," said Dan, approaching our daughter, with his big cock dribbling pre-cum all over the little girl's slit. "OK Honey, you asked for it. Daddy's going to stick his big nasty old cock all the way up inside your tight little baby-hole, and fill your cute little tummy so full of baby-juice, you won't stop having kids until you're out of college." We all giggled, as Dan went on, in a more serious note, "Normally, I'd take my time, and get you all worked up, but I see you've already done that. Besides, all this talk of you actually WANTING me to get you pregnant has me about ready to cum, before I even get it inside you. So..." There was a sudden groan from Dan, a slight "Ow," from Karen, and My husband's penis had vanished into the little girl's body. "Ooooh!" said Dan, "She's so tight inside, I think I'm going to cum, before I get it all the way inside her. Careful, Karen. Don't squirm like that. You'll have me cumming, before we're ready." "I can't help it Daddy," replied Karen. "It tickles inside. Oh. Ooooh!" I could tell, that they were both ready to climax. I was so proud of my little girl. Barely started on her first fuck, and already reaching for a climax. I hadn't cum, until Dan and I had been fucking for a week, in that old bed in the hayloft. "Momma, what's Daddy doing to Karen?" The little voice at my elbow, almost made me jump out of my skin. Unnoticed, Mike and Diane had come up, and had joined me in watching their sister and father. I heaved a sigh. Oh well. They would have found out soon enough, when their sister's belly started to get big. "Daddy's teaching your sister how to make a baby," I said, putting it in as an obscene and bald a manner as possible. Both kids considered this for a moment. "That's not fair," said Diane, "I'm older than Karen. When's Daddy going to teach ME how to make a baby?" Oh shit. I forgot how it would look to her. She was right. It wasn't fair. "How about me?!" said Mike. "I'm older than either of you. How come I always get left out. Just because you're both girls!" Double shit! He had a point there. I had a sudden brilliant (if nasty) idea. It wasn't as if I would be starting something the kids wouldn't think of themselves either. Especially not after seeing their sister and father. "Diane," I said, "why don't you get up on the bed, alongside your sister. There's plenty of room." Mike sent me a black look, thinking he was going to have to watch BOTH his sister's enjoying something that was denied to him, just because he was a boy. I almost grinned, but managed to continue, "Now Mike, why don't you get up there, and start practicing making a baby in Diane. Just do whatever you see your father do. That way, you can all learn at the same time. You just practice making a baby in Diane, while your father makes a baby in your little sister." When I heard that last line come out of my mouth, it was too much. It was so obscene, but so sexy too. It sounded like somebody's idea of a dirty joke; like the old one that Dan used to tell me was the dirtiest short little joke in the world: 'Gee brother, you fuck almost as good as Daddy does.' 'I know, that's what Momma told me.' I giggled again. I knew that from now on, any time someone told an off-color joke I'd be tempted to say, "Have you heard this one? A mother is talking to her son, and she says, 'Mike, why don't you practice making a baby in Diane, while your father makes a baby in your little sister.'" Of course, I'd have to change the names a little, unless I could trust them. I giggled again at the joke. "Practice making a baby in your little sister," indeed! I may have thought it was a joke, but the rest of the family hadn't. I had barely been aware of Diane's quiet little "Ouch," as she lost her virginity, before the bed was just one big nasty. Since Dan was too heavily involved in the "hands-on" portion of teaching Karen, I figured that it was up to me to continue the oral part of instructing the children."If you look at your father," I told Mike and Diane, distracting the boy enough to keep him from splattering his little sister's belly full of cum prematurely, "you'll see that he's about to squirt a thick white sticky liquid up inside your little sister. This white stuff is called cum, and it contains Daddy's sperm. That's what makes babies in little girls. So when Daddy squirts his cum in your sister, you'll know he might be making a baby inside her." I turned to my husband, who had gotten red in the face. The feel of his own little girl's tight little slit squeezing on his swollen cock was taking its toll. "Oh God," he groaned, "I'd better pull out. I can't knock-up my own kid. I mean, it's just not right!" For all his protesting, I noticed that Dan kept pushing his engorged penis as far up inside the little girl as he could. On the other hand, I knew he would probably pull out before he came, if he felt guilty enough. "Don't you DARE pull out," I admonished him. "You'll make Karen think you don't love her enough to keep your promise, even about something as important as this." "Yeah Daddy," interjected Karen, "you promised!" I could tell that Dan was weakening. Besides, I knew that he really didn't WANT to pull out anyway. The feeling of his own daughter's tight little cunny milking on his cock, as the little girl actually TRIED to get him to father a child on her, must have been exquisite. I gave him the encouragement he needed. "Yes Dan, You promised," I repeated. "Besides, SHE wants you to do this; I want you to do it; and I know that even YOU are turned on by the idea of getting your own little girl pregnant." That last, was no lie. I could see that Dan was fighting to keep from splattering his little girl's body full of baby-juice, at the same time he fought with his conscience. His conscience was losing. All this argument, had distracted Mike long enough, that he managed to keep from filling his little sister's vagina with baby-making sperm a little longer as well. He spoke up, trying to get the family back into the erotic mood, that Dan had interrupted. "Yeah Daddy," he said, "if Karen wants you to get her pregnant, what's the big deal? It's not as if you were raping her." "Yeah Daddy," chimed in Diane, "if Karen wants your baby, and you want to give her one, what's the problem? Besides, you did promise." "You promised, Daddy," repeated Karen. That was it. Dan gave up. If his whole family wanted him to impregnate his little girl, including most especially Karen herself, then he would do it. Actually, I knew that the thought of making a baby in his own daughter was quite exciting to my husband. He had just never believed that the little girl would actually WANT to have her own father's baby, or that I would let him do it, if she DID want it. Dan's pants became faster, and I knew he wouldn't be talking with anything but his cock, for the next couple of minutes. Watching his own son trying to impregnate one daughter, while the younger of his two girls squeezed the heck out of his cock as the little girl tried to reproduce with her own father, was too much for Dan. Even though he had already spent himself in the little girl's mouth less than 15 minutes earlier, he wasn't over 2 more inside his daughter, before he began spasming the little girl's tight little belly full of incestuous sperm. I saw my husband's fat cock expand in our little girl's tight little slit. Her bare cunny-lips were stretched obscenely around her father's dong, as Dan did his best to impregnate his own daughter. By now, all the family members on the bed were past words, as I saw my husband jam his oversized member as far up in our little girl's belly as he could. From his frantic jerking, and his grunts of pleasure, it was obvious that Dan was doing his best to fill the child's womb with his potent sperm. On the other side of the bed, Mike wasn't doing much better. In fact, he almost beat his father to the punch. The boy had never actually put his cock right up inside a girl before, and the feeling of his little sister's tight little baby-hole squeezing and clamping around his penis was too exciting for him. Shortly, I knew the boy was emulating his father, as I watched him jam his erupting penis all the way up in his little sister's belly, and hold it there. I looked between the boy's legs, and could actually see the tube on the bottom of his prick bulge, each time another dollop of incestuous sperm was injected into his little sister's womb. "That's it Mike," I encouraged him. "Push your cock as far up inside your little sister as you can. The more sperm you leave inside her, and the farther up it goes, the better the chance that you'll make a baby in Diane." I could hardly believe the words coming out of my own mouth. Not a half-hour ago, I would probably shot my husband, if I even THOUGHT he might be molesting one of our daughters. Now, I had not only encouraged him to fuck Karen, but I had almost blackmailed him into impregnating the little girl. To top it all, I was now encouraging my son to make a baby in his own little sister? As I said, I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I did it anyway. I shivered with excitement, as I realized I could be watching my own son impregnate his little sister. Such a nasty, obscene, and thoroughly exciting thought! My baby boy's sperm might be joining in my baby girl's womb with her egg, to make another little baby girl inside her. I hoped so. I wanted my son to make a little girl in his sister, so that he would someday be able to copy his father, and make a baby in his own daughter. I shuddered in a quiet climax of my own, at the very idea. Sadly, neither girl seemed to climax this first time, but both of them seemed to be happy just knowing that they had made their partners feel so good. I knew I had to do it. There are some things you know you shouldn't do, that you just HAVE to do anyway. Like a horrible pun. You just CAN'T resist telling it. You know you shouldn't, but you can't resist. It was the same in this case. I just HAD to say this. After I said it, I was even more surprised, to learn that I meant it. "Now Mike," I said, getting his attention, after he finally stopped pumping his little sister full of his incestuous seed, "I want you to practice making a baby in your little sister, at least once a day." (Oh God! What a line!) "As for you Diane, I want you to tell me, if your big brother doesn't fuck you at least once a day. Understand?" Diane gaped at me in surprise, then a big grin lit up her face. "Yes Momma," she replied, then giggled. I ignored the giggle, and turned to my other daughter. "Karen, the same thing goes for you. I want you to tell me, if your father doesn't help you practice making a baby, at least once a day." By now, my grin was threatening my ability to talk. "But not if he does it more often, huh?" Karen's grin matched mine and her little sister's. All of a sudden, it was too much. The whole family burst out laughing, as I managed to choke, "No, not if he does it more often." The whole family must have howled and choked with laughter for over five minutes. Still, each one promised to, "Do his duty," and help the other partner "practice" as often as he or she wanted to. By the time we managed to get off the bed, some three hours later, both little girls had "practiced" at least 3 times, and I had even managed to get in a little practice myself. No, I'm not telling you who I practiced with. Sometimes things look nastier (or sexier) if you DON'T say something, than if you do. Well, disappointing as it sounds, neither girl got pregnant right then, I guess their bodies just weren't ready yet. Dan and Mike kept practicing making a baby in the two little girls, and eventually they both succeeded. Karen and Diane both had little baby girls, just as we had hoped for. Karen's baby weighed 7 pounds, six ounces; and she named it Danielle. (I wonder who she was naming it after?) Diane's baby was a little bigger, at 7 pounds 8 ounces; and she named it (logically enough) Michelle. Me? How did you guess? Yes, I got pregnant too. In fact, it took Karen and Diane longer to get pregnant than I did; and I had to go off the pill first. I was already almost 6 months pregnant, by the time Karen first caught. Oh, you don't care about how long it took; you want to know about the baby! Joseph (or, as we call him, "Little Joe.") came into the world at 3:23 AM, weighing 8 pounds 3 ounces. (Well, ONE of us had to make a boy! How else would Dan and Mike's kids be able to know the joy of fucking their own brother?) Right now, all three kids sleep in the same bed, and we don't plan on changing this, when they get older. I wished I had been smart enough, to do it with Mike and HIS sisters, when they were small. Oh well, he's certainly making up for lost time. It's been a little over a year now, since Karen had her baby, and when I passed the children's room this morning, I heard the little girl squealing with delight, as her big brother helped her "practice" making a baby again. After all, as she had told me the night before: "Now that Daddy had taught her how to make a baby, she didn't want to get out of practice, did she?" I hoped Diane had another little girl this time. With this thought, I hurried down to the bedroom I now shared with Dan and Diane. I wanted to make sure that my husband didn't let my elder daughter get out of practice either.I guess this is all just a lesson to not be deceived by appearances. If I had jumped to the conclusion that was "warranted" by catching my husband giving our little girl a lesson in sex, then we all would have suffered. So watch out. Just because it "appears" to be true, doesn't mean it is. Just like my husband "appeared" to be forcing Karen to have sex, when in reality, she was forcing him! I'm so glad I didn't let appearances deceive me. Oh, by the way, Dan says both girls have learned their lessons VERY well. In fact, they are both almost as good as I am at sucking him off, fucking him, or whatever else "comes" up. In fact, he says the only place I really have an edge over them is when it comes to anal sex. I guess, when it comes to taking it up the ass, you've got to have incentive, like I do. My daughters may be younger and prettier than I am, but they aren't going to love my husband more than I do. Not that they would try to steal Dan away from me. I know they love us both too much for that. Besides, I think they are both going to marry their brother when they get older. "How's that?" you say. Well, all I'll tell you is that while all my kids are Dan's, he wasn't my first husband. (Appearances can be deceiving, can't they?) Officially, Mike is my first husband's child. Of course, Mike is going to have to PUBLICLY only marry one of the two girls. The other will just be his sister-in-law, who lives with them. Just for appearances, of course.

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Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/appearnc.txt

Learning

"Susie!" "Yes, Daddy?" "Come here." "Just a minute, Daddy. I'm getting dressed." "That's OK, there's something I want to show you." "But Daddy, I'm naked!" "I know. That's what I want to talk to you about." "Huh?" "Just come here... No, leave your panties off." "But Daddy, I thought I wasn't supposed to let anyone see me naked." "Uh-huh. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You know why you're not supposed to let people see you naked, don't you?" "It's about sex, isn't it?" "Right. You're now getting old enough to learn about sex, so I figure now's as good a time as any. Come here." "But Daddy, I'm naked, and... and... and you're naked too!" "Uh-huh. That's the idea." "Oh!" "Now, Susie?" "Yes, Daddy?" "You know what that crack between your legs is?" "Yes, Daddy. It's my vagina, isn't it?" "Right. Do you know what the purpose of your vagina is?" "Uh... To make babies?" "Close enough. It's also something to have fun with. You have been playing with yourself there, haven't you?" "A little, Daddy." "Good. Did you do it like I showed you?" "Uh-huh. It didn't feel as good as when you did it, though." "You'll get better with practice. Come here, and let me feel... Oh! You are wet, aren't you?" "I can't help it, Daddy. It always feels so good when you stick your finger inside me. I... I... Aughaaaah! Oooh, that feels good, Daddy!" "That's it, cum for Daddy! Cum. Come on, Susie, let yourself go. Squeeze my finger. Just like that! Do it. Cum." "Oh, Daddy! Unhg. Uuuh! Aaaahhh! Hooooo!" "There. Feel better now?" "Uh-huh!" "Good. Now, back to what we were talking about. You know what your vagina is for; do you know what Daddy's thing is?" "That's your penis, isn't it, Daddy?" "Uh-huh. Or my prick, or..." "Your cock?" "Right. Now, what's my cock for?" "To make babies? Like my vagina?" "Right. And?..." "To have fun with, like my vagina?" "Good girl! Now, do you know how a baby gets in your vagina?"Then, <grunt> you can climb on me, and we'll see what we can do. <silence> <grunt> <pant> "Ugh. Daddy, it won't go in!" 4 "Yes it will. Just rub it around a little, and make the slippery-stuff lubricate your cunny." "Ok Daddy, like this?" "Oooohhh!" "Oh Daddy, it's going in!" "It sure is. Take it easy Honey, we don't want to. . . Ugnh!" "Ow! Sorry Daddy, I. . . O Jesus, it's really going in." "Easy Honey, or you'll have me cumming in you, before it's all the way inside." "Sorry Daddy, I can't help it, I. . . I. . . Ooohh!" "Hooo! Oh Jesus! Oh Susie! I'm going to. . ." "Oh Daddy, it's going so DEEP!" "Hold it Susie, DON'T MOVE! I. . . Aahh! That's better." "What's the matter Daddy?" "I almost came. It's OK now, slide up and down a little, and we'll see how much you can take." "Like this Daddy?" "Unhuh. Oooh that feels good. How do you like it?" "Ungh. Stings a little, but it's feeling better now. Am I doing it right Daddy?" "Are you ever! Hold it a second Suz. Look down." "Oh, wow, Daddy! It's all the way up inside me. I don't believe it." "I told you it would fit. Now just slide up and down easily. Let's make this last, as long as we can." "OK Daddy. Like this?" <squeak> <squeak> "Yeah, just like that. Oh, that feels good." <squeak> <squeak> "I. . . think. . . it. . . feels good. . . too, Daddy." <squeak> <squeak> <squeak> <squeak> "Oh Honey, Daddy's going to cum! I can't help it." <squeak, squeak> <squeak, squeak> "Do it Daddy. Please?" <squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak> "Aaaugh! Oh! Oh Susieeeee! Oh Daddy loves you!" <squeak> <squeak> "Love. . . you. . . too, . . . Daddy." <squeak> "Oh! I'm bushed!" "Thank you Daddy." "You're welcome. Thank YOU Susie. I hope you don't regret this." "I won't. . . . Daddy?" "Yes?" "Am I pregnant now?" "Probably not. It's possible, but not likely. Most girls don't get pregnant on their first try." "Oh. Can we keep on trying, until I am?" "Oh Jesus. Susie, it's not really such a good idea." "Daddy!" "OK! If you insist." 5 "Promise?" "Oh no you don't! Look at the trouble I got in last time I promised you." "Daddy, that's not fair!" "Sorry. OK, I promise, if that's what you REALLY want." "I do." <puff> <pant> "Daddy?" "Could we do it again?" "Oh Jesus, what have I created?" "Daddy!" "I suppose. You really DO want to get pregnant, don't you?" "Unhuh. . . .Uh oh." "Now what?" "I just thought of a reason why I shouldn't." "NOW she decides she shouldn't get pregnant. When she's already got a bellyful of her own father's sperm soaking in her womb, THEN she decides she doesn't want to get pregnant!" "I didn't say that!" "Oh? Then what DID you say?" "I said, 'I thought of a reason I shouldn't get pregnant.'" "Oh. And that is?" "Ginny." "Oh, Ginny. What does your little sister have to do with this?" "Daddy, don't be dumb. When I got my bike, and almost broke my leg riding it, what did Ginny do?" "Borrowed your bike, and learned to ride it too." "And when I went swimming, and almost drowned, what did Ginny do?" "Almost got drowned too." "And when I climbed up in the apple tree, picking apples, and couldn't get down, where was Ginny?" "OK. I get the point. You're saying that anything you do, your little sister is going to do too, no matter how much it hurts. I hadn't realized it was that bad." "It's worse. If she finds out you're fucking me, she's going to want it too. And if she finds out I'm pregnant..." "She's going to want me to make a baby in her, as well?" "Right." "What if I won't do it?" "Daddy, remember how she learned how to swim?" <sigh> "If you don't, guess what she'll do?" "Get someone else?" "Uhuh. Can you imagine what might happen, if a little girl like her goes down to the beer-hall, begging to get fucked?" "Would she really do that?" <silence> "But she's only. . . I mean she's just a baby!" "Daddy! She's only two years younger than I am. She's even been having periods, almost as long as I have." "That too?" "That too. She copies me in EVERYTHING." <sigh> 6 <sigh> "Well, what are we going to do?" "I'm NOT going to stop fucking." "Then?" "You'll just have to fuck her too." "But she's only. . " "Daddy!" "OK. I give up. Who would have ever thought I'd be fucking BOTH my little girls this morning? What am I supposed to do? Just come into your bedroom tonight, and start fucking both of you?" <giggle> "Sound good to me, Daddy." "You're not serious." "Why not? She's GOING to find out about us sooner or later, so why keep it a secret? Then, if she wants to, you just finish fucking me, and slip it up inside her too." "You ARE serious." "Uhuh. Whaddya think?" "I think they're going to haul me away in the paddy wagon, that's what." "But you'll do it?" "I guess." "You don't sound too enthusiastic. I thought you liked to fuck your own daughters. You seemed to like fucking me anyway." "But Ginny's two whole years younger than you are. I mean..." "Daddy. Remember when you showed me how to play with myself?" "Uh." "Ginny was there too, wasn't she?" "Well yes, but..." "No buts. Ginny liked it when you stuck your finger up in her, just as much as I did." "I suppose you're right." "I am right. You'll see." "I guess I will." "OK, that's settled. Tonight then?" "OK, tonight." "Promise?" "Unh." "Daddy!" "OK, promise." "Uh Daddy? Can we do it again now?" "I suppose. Lie down on the bed, and this time I'll get on top. That's it. Now look down between your legs. Daddy's going to put his cock up inside your pussy, and squirt the stuff that makes babies in you. Is that what you want Susie?" "Please Daddy I. . . Oooh that feels good." "Ungh!" <pant> "Oh Daddy, I. . ." "Don't squeeze so hard Honey." "I can't help it Daddy." 7 "Oh shit. Well, maybe next time I'll be able to hold out. You're just too sexy for your own good Susie." "It's OK Daddy. I don't mind." "Well, go get cleaned up, and we'll see what happens tonight, OK?" "OK Daddy. Boy, you sure made a mess in me, didn't you?" <giggle> <Whap!> "Get your cute little butt in the bathroom, before you dribble all over the floor." "Yes Daddy." <giggle> . . . ". . . So she says to me, 'If I was you, I'd' . . . DADDY!" "Hi girls. Ready for bed?" "Daddeee! We're NAKED!" "So? So am I. So what?" "But Daddy. . . What are. . . Susie! What are you doing?!" "Hi Daddy. I missed you. . . Mmmmmmmm." <smack> "Oh my gosh!" "Daddy, what are you. . . Oh my gosh!" "Oooh Daddy, that feels good." "Mmmm. Sure does Kitten. Here, let's get on the bed." "Move over Ginny, so Daddy can get on the bed too." "Oh my gosh!" "Oh Daddy, that feels good. I've been so, so. . ." "Horny?" "Yeh. I've been so horny, all afternoon." "Well, let's see what we can do. Here." "Oooh, Daddy. That feels so good." "Spread your legs a bit Susie. Ginny, move over a bit more, so I can get my cock inside your sister." "Oh my gosh! What are you DOING?" "Well Gee, what does it LOOK like we're doing? Playing catch?" "Playing 'Catch the baby.' is more like it." "See Daddy, I told you Ginny wasn't dumb." "Ohmigawd! You don't mean you're really going to. . ." "Uhuh. That is, if Daddy can ever get <grunt> his thing in me. Oooh. That's it Daddy. Now fuck me. Please?" "Oh wow. Oh wow! Daddy's fucking Susie. Oh wow." "Ginny, could you keep it in for a bit. I promise I won't interrupt, when it's your turn." "My turn? You mean Daddy's going to fuck me too? Oh wow." <grunt> "Ow! Oooh. Sorry Daddy. There, that's better. Aaaahh. When we're done. Unless you don't want to." "Easy Honey. That's better. I think I can hold out this time, so you let yourself go." "Oh Daddy, can I? I. . . don't. . . think it'll. . . take too. . .long." 8 "Oh Jesus. Look Ginny, your sister's going to cum with my cock inside her." "Daddy are you going to cum too?" "Uhuh. I probably won't be able to stop." "You mean, you're going to squirt your sperm in Susie?" "I. . . I. . . Iiiee. . . Oh Jesus." "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, I. I. I. . .Aaauuugh!" "I guess so." "Unh. Oh. Oohh. Whoo, that's good." "Thank you Daddy." "Thank you! Feel better now?" "Oh boy, I sure do. I'll bet you can't wait for your turn, huh Ginny?" "Oh wow. You mean I. . . Daddy?" "Yes?" "Is Susie going to have a baby?" "We're not sure yet, but if we keep on doing this, she probably will. Why? Do you want to get pregnant too?" "Oh gee, I'm not sure. Yes. No! Yes. I don't KNOW! Oh Daddy!" "Sshhh. You don't have to have a baby, just because your sister does. You don't even have to fuck, if you don't want to."It's just that your sister and I figured you would want to, once you found out that she was." "But Daddy I..." "It's OK. We understand. You're just a little young yet. Maybe when you get a little older, and bigger you might want to fuck like your sister does. In the meantime, I'll still keep doing you with my finger like before, and you won't have to worry about having a baby, if you don't want to." "No." "Huh?" "I said no!" "OK, you don't have to ever fuck, if you don't want to." "Daddy!" "What?" "She's not getting away with it." "Huh?" "I said I'm not going to let Susie get away with it." "You mean, you want me to stop fucking your sister? That's not very fair. She's not stopping you." "That's not what I mean." "OK, what DO you mean." "I mean Susie's at it again. She's trying to get you all to herself. I mean, it feels good, when you put your... your penis up inside her, doesn't it?" "Well, yes but..." "And it feels even better, when you cum inside her too, I bet." "Uhuh." "And you'll probably love her even more, when she has your baby too!" "Ginny! I told you, you could fuck Daddy too." "No I can't." 9 "Huh?" "Why not?" "Cause it won't FIT, and it's not FAIR! Just because you're older!" <sob> "Ginny!" "What?" <sniffle> "That's what I thought too." "Huh?" <sniff> "I said, 'That's what I thought too.'" "Whaddyou mean?" "I mean, I thought Daddy was too big to go in me too. I didn't think it could possibly fit in my hole, until Daddy showed me." "But you're still bigger than I am." "Not THAT much." "Cunts stretch, Hon." "You mean it Daddy?" "Uhuh. Even smaller girls than you, can take even bigger cocks than mine, as I was telling your sister." "Yeah Ginny. Wait til I tell you about Mommy and..." "Later Susie." "Spoilsport." "I love you too. So, you want to try it Ginny?" "Unh, Daddy? What if it Doesn't fit?" "It will. No, I won't force it. I don't want to hurt you, but a woman's vagina will stretch a lot more than you might think." "If you say so, Daddy." "You'll see. Want to try it, and see?" "What about the other thing?" "Other thing?" "You said you were trying to get Susie pregnant. What about me? It isn't fair that Susie gets to have a baby, and I don't." <giggle> "Susie!" "I can't help it Daddy. Didn't I tell you?" <chuckle> "I guess you did, at that." "Daddy! It's not funny." "Well, maybe not to you. I'm sorry Ginny, it's just that your sister thought you might feel this way, and we TRIED to make it easy for you." "Huh?" "Ginny, do you REALLY want me to try to get you pregnant, like your sister? I mean, for yourself, not just because your sister wants to." "Yes." "Just like that? Yes? You're sure?" "Daddy, I already answered." "So you did. Sorry. How do you want to do it? Your sister got on top of me. That way, she controlled how fast it went. Do you want to do it the same way. Remember, it's going to hurt a little, the first time." "I thought you said it would fit." 10 "It will. It's just that there's a piece of skin inside your vagina, that won't allow me to go all the way inside, until it's broken. That's called your hymen, and if you want Daddy to fuck you like your big sister, you'll have to break it." "Do I have to Daddy?" "No. As I said, you don't HAVE to do anything." <gulp> "Uh, Daddy?" "Mmm?" "Can you do it?" "Huh?" "Can you do it for me? I mean push it in, and break it? I'm scared I'll chicken out." "I suppose, if you're sure." <gulp> "I'm sure, Daddy." "Well, if you say so. Here, lie back on the bed, like your sister was, and I'll try to do it quick." "Daddy, wait!" "Huh? What is it, Susie?" "Just a minute, Daddy... Here." "Oh gosh, you're right. Thanks Susie-Q. Here Ginny, slip this towel underneath you. We don't want to be getting stains on the bed." "Thanks Susie." "Don't thank me. I sleep on this bed too, you know." "Thanks anyway." "I know. Daddy, can we do it now?" "I suppose. You're sure you want me to do this?" "Daddy!" "OK. OK. Here goes." "Ooof. That doesn't feel so bad, Daddy." "Just a second. Hold it. Don't move." "Daddy, I..." "Easy. Aaah. That's it. Whew! I almost came. Here now. I'm going to push it in a little." "Ah. Aaah." "Easy Honey, a little more." "Aaah. Huh! Daddeee." "Juuuust a little biiiit more!" "Ow! Daddy!" "Aaaahh! Ooooh. There it goes. Now, that didn't hurt so much, did it?" <whimper> "Ginny?" "It hurts!" "Just a little, Honey. Look, you've got Daddy's cock all the way up inside you." "I do?" "You sure do, jerk." "I do!" "Susie, that was uncalled for." "Sorry Ginny. I just couldn't help it." "'sOk, I think. Daddy, are we fucking now?" "Not quite. THIS is fucking." 11 "Oh! Ow. Oooh." "Sorry Ginny." "It's OK Daddy, just surprised me. Go ahead and do it. Fuck me, and cum in me, like you do in Susie." "You're sure you want that. I mean, we can just fuck, and I can always pull out or something. You don't have to get pregnant, just because Susie wants to." "Daddy!" "OK. OK. I'm not really sure I could pull out in time, anyway. I'm probably leaking sperm in your belly right now." "You are? Ooooh! Do it some more Daddy." "Unh Uh. Uh. I don't think I'm going..." "Oh Daddy!" "AAaaaaaahhh! Oh! Oh Ginny! I love you Honey." "Oh Daddy, You're jerking so hard." "I can't help it, I...I...Ieeyiyi!" "Daddy's cumming in you squirt." "No shit, bigmouth. You think I can't feel it? Do it Daddy, Squirt the stuff that makes babies up inside my tummy, so I can feel it. I want my daddy's baby in me." "Oooh. OOOoooohh! Oh Ginny. You make Daddy feel so good." "Oooh. I hope so. It's starting to feel good to me too." "Oh shit. Sorry Ginny, that's all I've got." "It's OK Daddy. I'll probably like it better next time." "Oh boy! I guess it's a good thing we had that towel, huh?" "Oh Jeesh, what a mess." "Daddy, when can we do it again? Next time, I want you to REALLY put it up in me, so your sperm goes right in my womb." "Oh God Ginny I..." "HEY! It's my turn next time. Daddy, Isn't it my turn?" "Hey yourself. I've only got fucked once, pig." "I am not a pig! I just like to get fucked too. Daddy?" "Uh, I'm not going to take sides. Can't you two..." "Oh go ahead! I suppose you're right, Daddy fucked me three times already. But I get him next time!" "Maybe you can BOTH get me next time." "Really Daddy?" "Yeah, really?" "Well, I can try. Here. Put this pillow underneath you, so Daddy's sperm doesn't drip out." "Should I do that too, Daddy?" "I suppose, though it's a bit late for you. Waitaminit. Here." "What's that Daddy?" "Some of Daddy's sperm, that dripped on the towel. Here, let me sliiip this right up in your tight little cunny. There! Now you BOTH can go to sleep with Daddy's sperm inside you." "Thanks Daddy. I love you." "Love you too, Susie." "'love you Daddy." "Love you sprout. Now both of you go to sleep. Little girls who want to be mommies, should get lots of rest." "Good night Daddy." "Good night." "Good night.

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/learning.txt

My Little Sisters

"What do you think you are doing?!" My mother's voice caught me just as I was climaxing. Luckily, it wasn't one of those times I really squirted hard. Still, I lay there on my bed naked, with white semen flowing out of my penis in satisfying surges that never seemed to stop, until my whole hand was covered with the sticky substance. God, how embarrassing. Here, with Mother's previous calm lessons about sex, and how babies were made, and her claim that we should all feel free to express our sexuality, and not be scared to ask either her or Father about sex, I had never figured she would have any hangups about me masturbating... at least, as long as I didn't do it in front of my two little sisters that is. I mean, at four and six years old, seeing their 15-year-old brother masturbate, ejaculating all over the place might be a little too much. Well, it turns out that I had things backwards. "Carol, Diane, get your butts in here!" Mother's voice held that command-tone that we all knew better than to ignore. I was too shocked to do anything except just lie there with my penis still oozing a last few drops of semen all over my hand. When I reached for the tissue at the side of the bed, Mother gave me such a glare that I stopped; just trying to keep the flow of semen from flowing down my hand, and getting all over the bed. By this time, my two sisters had arrived, and I felt doubly embarrassed. (Or is that triply?) I mean, being caught masturbating by my mother was bad enough. Having my two little sisters see me with semen dribbling out of my penis, and running down the side, over my hand, was mortifying. The fact that it was close to bedtime, and both little girls were stark-naked was even more embarrassing. Mother made it even worse. "Look at you," she said, "dribbling precious sperm all over your hands, when you have two healthy sisters. I'm ashamed of you! Didn't you even ask?" Huh? It almost sounded like my mother wanted me to... My mind wouldn't stretch that far. "And YOU two," here Mother rounded on my sisters; aiming most of her ire at Carol. "I'm particularly ashamed of you Carol. I would think that after all those explanations we gave you kids about sex, and how babies were made, that you would at least make some effort to see to it that your big brother didn't waste his seed in some unfeeling tissue." My little sister looked almost in tears at this accusation. "I'm sorry, Momma," she said. "Well, I should think you would be," she replied. Mother seemed somewhat mollified by her daughter's response. "Well, it's not really TOO late," she continued, looking at me pointedly. "See that white-stuff coming from your brother's penis?" she asked. "Uhuh," said Diane. Carol merely nodded. By now, my penis had wilted to where I could just barely hold it in my fist, but the white puddle at the top seemed even bigger; forming a pool of sticky in the circle of my thumb and forefinger. "That's Danny's semen, that I told you both about before," said Mother. "In that white stuff are millions of your brother's sperm, the things that make babies in girls like you, just going to waste. Now I want you to do something about that." "Huh?" said all three of us at once. "Oh Jeesh! Did I raise a bunch of idiots?" said Mother, rhetorically. "Carol, reach out there, and pick up some of your brother's semen with your finger," she instructed. As the six-year-old reached out to touch me, Mother turned to our younger sister. "You too," she said. Damn, it tickled, when first Carol and then Diane each scooped up a glob of white from my hand. I wondered what Mother had in mind. I soon found out. "Now take it, and push it up inside you, so it doesn't go to waste," she said. "Huh?" Again, we all looked like idiots. Mother couldn't mean... "In your vaginas; your cunts; your cracks," she explained, exasperatedly. "How else are you going to get pregnant, if you don't?" "But Momma," objected Carol, "I thought we were too young to get pregnant yet." Diane didn't say a thing. Her eyes were as big as saucers though. That didn't keep either of my sisters from following Mother's instructions though; each one sticking a semen-dribbling finger between her legs, and forcing the digit up inside herself, while Mother explained. "Of COURSE you're too young," she said. "That doesn't mean you can't practice making a baby with your brother until you ARE old enough, does it?" "Oh." Even with a limp penis, I almost came again, at the very thought.Besides, if I had pulled out, I don't know if I could have gotten my prick all the way back up inside her or not. Still, just the feeling of the little six-year-old's tiny little cunny milking on my prick would have been enough to get me off, even if I couldn't slide in and out. "I'm going to do it," I warned Carol, still worried about hurting her. Suddenly my little sister wrapped her legs around mine, so I couldn't have pulled out if I had wanted to. (Which I really didn't.) "Do it," she grunted. That was the last straw. I "Did it." I came in my own little sister. Carol grunted in pain again when my prick suddenly grew bigger inside her, but she didn't let go with her arms and legs either. Her tight little cunny was involuntarily milking on my prick, I don't know whether it was from pain or passion, but it sure felt good. Her womb was wrapped around the head of my prick in an embrace that I could never duplicate with my own hand. To complete things, my little sister's six-year-old cervix was actually sliding back and forth about an inch on my prick, from a tight grip just behind the glans, to about an inch lower down; milking it like an unbelievably tight interior vagina. I let go. Suddenly, I felt a pressure build up in my prick, just behind the head. I was trying to cum, but the sperm just couldn't make it through the tight ring my little sister's cervix had clamped around the head. The pressure built and built, causing my little sister to clamp down even harder. Suddenly I involuntarily hunched forward, and my sister's cervix slipped back over that last half inch or so buried inside her. When it did, a ripple of cum got through, and spat into my little sister's womb. That was it. Once the first squirt got through, the rest went after. I buried my prick in my little sister, and just let it flow. Surge after thick sticky surge of warm greasy cum spat out of my prick, and into the warm welcoming recess of my own sister's young womb. Spurt after satisfying spurt. Jet after thick white jet of cum jerked out of me. Only this time, instead of being wasted by getting it all over my hands, or in some unfeeling tissue-paper, it went right where it belonged: into my own sexy little sister's womb. It seems Mother was aware of this too. "See," she said to Diane, "Your brother's squirting his sperm inside your sister, so she'll know what it's like to make a baby. Right now, that white stuff I showed you is going into her womb. That's how babies are made; by men like your brother squirting their sperm in women." Mother turned to me. "Now that you know how," she said, "I want you to practice making a baby in your sister, at least once a day. until you get it right." She turned back to Carol. "From now on," she informed my sister, "you're going to be sleeping with Danny here, so he can sleep with his prick inside you, so he won't waste his sperm if he has a wet-dream." "Yes, Momma," said Carol, obediently. I was too involved with leaving one last thick squirt of cum inside my little sister's sucking young womb, to more than grunt in response. If my mother had wanted me to "practice" making a baby in my little sister FIVE times a day, I would have been agreeable. Mother stopped me from pulling out, when I finally finished. "Just lie there a while," she said. "That way your prick will keep your sperm trapped inside your little sister, so she'll have a better chance of getting pregnant." "Ooooh!" I said. Still, I didn't argue. On the other hand, this was probably a good time to clear something up. . . "Mother?" I asked, snuggling a little closer to Carol, so my wilting prick didn't "pop" out of her womb. "Uh?" "About Carol getting pregnant. . ." I didn't know quite how to express my confusion. Mother understood anyway. "No," she said, "your little sister isn't pregnant. Yes, she's too young to have a baby yet. Most girls don't have periods until they're at least 11 years old, and usually they don't get pregnant even then, until they're a year or two older. That means you'll be able to 'practice' making a baby in your little sister for at least 5 years, before you have to worry about 'doing it right' and getting her pregnant. OK?" "OK," I sighed with relief. At fifteen, I felt a little young to take on the responsibility of raising children of my own. And as for Carol... If I was too young, what about her? I settled down to enjoy the pleasure of being mated to my little sister, while her tight little cunny squeezed my prick; keeping it semi-erect inside her. Carol's arms were still wrapped around me; stroking my back; while she nuzzled her face into my shoulder. Such a comforting way to spend the afterglow of sex; feeling your sister's skin next to you, her arms around you, her smooth little belly rubbing against yours, while her hair smelled so good in your nostrils. "So you see," finished up Mother, "there's no reason you can't fuck your sisters as often as you want. From now on, I don't EVER want to find you wasting your sperm in some Kleenex, when you have two healthy sisters to squirt it into. OK?" "OK, Momma," I heard Diane answer, while Carol's response in my ear sounded like an echo of my own words. I wondered just what Mother meant by that remark about TWO healthy sisters. Surely she didn't expect me to... Oh well, one sexy little sister was enough for tight now. I was almost dozing, with my prick still buried in Carol's tight little snatch, when Mother leaned back into the room and commented, "Oh. By the way, just because your little sister isn't having periods yet, doesn't mean she's completely safe. Some girls never DO have periods, before they get pregnant. And while she may be young, there HAVE been girls even younger than Carol, who got pregnant. It's very rare, but it DOES happen. It's true, that most girls don't get pregnant until they're 12 years old or older, but SOME do. Not very many, but some. So, your little sister MIGHT be carrying your baby inside her right now. I just thought you might like to know." Oh shit! I should have been worried, but my body betrayed me. My prick exploded into an erection at the very thought, and suddenly I was cumming again in my little sister, without even fucking her first to get excited. Carol felt it, as I jammed my suddenly swollen prick up inside her, and gave her womb a fresh shot of baby-making cum. "Oooh, that excites you," she said, "squirming back at me, so my prick was seated properly in her womb again, "doesn't it? I bet you like the idea of making a baby in your little sister. Go on: Do it. I don't mind. You can make a baby in me, if you want to. I bet THAT would make Momma happy." When I finished spasming my little sister's womb full of cum this time, I was too exhausted to remain inside her, like before. I rolled off her, and we lay panting side-by-side. We had almost forgotten about Diane. "Hey! What about me?" prompted our little sister. The little four-year-old was looking pointedly at my shrunken prick, and her big sister's cum-oozing slit. I looked down at my wilted prick. No way, was that marshmallow going into anything; let alone as tight a hole as our little sister had. Besides, even shrunk, it was obviously way too big for the child, even if it HAD been stiff. I pointed this out to Diane. My little sister started to cloud up. Diane never DID like to get left out of things. "But Momma said. . .," she pouted. Thankfully, Carol came to my rescue. She may be only a little girl herself, but she's smart. Besides, she had been dealing with her little sister's moods more than I had; living in the same room with her, for most of the little girl's life. "Come here," she said. Diane knew enough to trust her big sister. Obediently, she climbed on the bed with both of us, and spread her legs at the older girl's suggestion. "Now here," said Carol firmly, reaching between her own legs, and extracting a big white gob of cum, "with THIS, you can have Danny's sperm inside you just like I do; just like Momma said." I watched with amazement, (and some little amusement too,) as my sister took her cum-dribbling finger, and pushed it right up inside the little 4-year-old's tiny slit. Diane let out a slight, "Ow!" as her sister took her virginity, but didn't object. We all knew that girls had to have their "cherry" popped, before they could get properly fucked or have babies, so none of us were worried. I wondered for a bit, why Carol hadn't hurt, when I went through hers. Oh well, she hadn't, so why worry about it? Carol withdrew her red-streaked finger from inside our little sister; wiped it off on a tissue; then grabbed a second gob of cum that was drooling out from between her legs, and stuck it up in Diane, for good measure. "There!" she said with satisfaction, wiping her finger again on my proffered Kleenex, "Now you've got a chance to get pregnant, just like I do." This time, there wasn't near so much red on her finger, but a fair amount of white. Our little sister's vagina was too small to hold much of my sperm inside her. If Carol wasn't too young to get pregnant (Well, actually she was.) then I wondered about Diane. Surely SHE was too young. Still, I wondered. I found out, a few days later. That night, Mother did just what she said she was going to do, and moved Carol into my room with me. She didn't say anything about Diane.Once Mother had put the two of us in bed together, she had me snuggle up behind my little sister and fuck her that way until I squirted my little sister's tight little hole full of baby-making cum like I had earlier. God, did that feel good! When I finished squirting cum inside my sister, Mother told us to stay that way, with my prick buried in Carol's womb, so my sperm wouldn't leak out in the night. And if I had a wet dream (like I usually did - Mother knew this from having to wash my sheets almost every day), then my sperm would go into my little sister's womb, where it belonged, instead of making a mess of the bed and being "wasted." I didn't mind. The feeling of my little sister's vagina quietly squeezing on my prick, while it dripped cum into her tight little slit, was quite a comfort for an oversexed teenager. Even though I didn't really cum more than once, every once in a while I would feel another surge in my prick as yet another thick, sticky drop of seed forced its way through the tight clamp of my little sister's cervix and oozed out the tip into her quietly accepting young womb. The thought that I might be getting the little girl pregnant was more thrill than scare, as Carol didn't seem to mind, and our mother seemed to actually WANT me to knock the little kid up. Well, if Mother wanted me to impregnate my own little sister, and the little girl didn't mind, then I was going to do my best, even if she WAS only six years old. Heck, her being so young was a plus - that gave me that much longer to "practice getting it right," as Mother said. Probably 6 or 7 years of squirting my little sister's cute little tummy full of baby-making cum every night, before she started having periods, and we did it "for real." Just the thought made me squirt an extra dollop of seed in my little sister's sucking young womb. I was a little surprised at Carol's quiet acceptance, though not enough to question it. If my little sister didn't mind Mother's attempts to have me get her pregnant, then for sure I didn't. Besides, as Mother assured us when asked, there really wasn't much chance that my little sister would "catch" anyway. "Less than one in a million, even if you fuck every day," Mother assured us. That made the idea that I MIGHT be planting a baby in my little sister's cute little belly more fun than scary. Especially when Mother made it clear that neither she nor our father would be all that upset if one day my little sister woke up and her pants were too tight. No, Mother says she isn't TRYING to have me get my little sister pregnant; when she gets old enough, Mother says she is going to put Carol on birth control. Still, she wouldn't mind if we did... make a baby, that is. I wondered how we would feel about this when my little sister DID get old enough to get pregnant. Then I remembered: By that time, I would probably be in college, and so it wouldn't be a problem. Oh well. In the meantime, Carol (and possibly later Diane) and I could "practice making a baby," like Mother called it, as often as we wanted to. From the way things went in the next few days, that was going to be quite a lot. I DID have a wet dream in the night, but even though I did squirt it inside my little sister, that didn't keep us from making a mess of the bed, as we pulled apart in our sleep afterwards, getting gobs of sticky goo all over the sheets, as well as inside my little sister. Surprisingly, Mother didn't mind cleaning up, saying she expected to clean up a LOT of "wet spots" from our bed, from now on. She was right. Besides fucking Carol, Diane came around for a couple of days, so she could get her "share." Once, Carol had me jack off in the little kid, pointing out that I wouldn't be "wasting" it if I squirted it inside our little sister. Well, that was fun. But not nearly as much fun as sliding my prick up inside Carol, until the head of it was squirting thick, sticky gobs of baby-making cum right in the center of my little sister's womb, where it belonged. It always felt so GOOD to feel my seed flow into my little sister's belly where it belonged. After about the third time, it no longer bothered Carol when my prick snapped through her cervix and on into her uterus. It was about the fourth day, when I was just starting to piss my sperm in the little girl's womb, that she suddenly started wailing and screaming as if in pain, and her womb going into spasms around my squirting prick, almost felt like it was going to cut it off. I would have pulled out, fearing that I was hurting her, but Carol had her arms and legs wrapped around me in a death grip and wouldn't let me go. It was only afterwards that we figured out what had happened. My little sister had her first orgasm. It seems that being fucked three or four times a day had stimulated her body until it finally allowed her to enjoy what was going on, just as much as I did. From that day on, my little sister was as eager to fuck as I was, following me around like a puppy dog, with her big blue eyes pleading for me to take her into the bedroom and give her still another squirt of her big brother's sperm. The little girl was wearing me out. As much as I liked feeling my cum flow into my little sister's sucking young womb, 5 or 6 times a day was getting to be too much. Thank goodness, her little sister had seemed to lose interest, as long as she got her "share" once in a while from her big sister. Even that was more to keep from feeling "left out" than from any horniness on the little girl's part. Of course, Carol wasn't helping. Now that she had found out how good it felt to cum, she was trying to get Diane to do the same thing, working her fingers in and out whenever she pushed my sperm up inside her little sister, trying to make it feel as good for Diane as it did for her. Well, after a while, our little sister did begin to enjoy it, but nowhere nearly as much as Carol and I did. Thank goodness! If she had, Diane would have probably wanted me to fuck HER, just like I was doing to her big sister. Mother took care of things, before they got that far anyway. It was several days later, when Mother did it. We were all sitting around the kitchen table, eating. Carol and I were still naked from a last-minute fuck after getting home from school, and so was Diane. Both girls were dribbling white, sticky cum on the chairs, as our little sister had insisted on her "share" this time. Daddy seemed to always ignore the sexual goings-on, but it couldn't have escaped his notice that my little sister and I quite often fucked like bunnies, and were sleeping together in the same bed. We certainly never hid it, and would quite often be fucking away for quite some time with the door wide open, before I filled my sexy little sister's tight little slit full of incestuous cum. So, we knew Father knew what was going on. He just didn't seem to be affected by it, one way or the other, unlike Mother who seemed to get a lot of fun out of the idea of her fifteen-year-old son trying to make a baby in his six-year-old little sister. Father didn't seem to mind if I did, or if I didn't, just as long as neither one of us got hurt. Father was always like that, always looking out for us. As long as we both enjoyed having sex together, Father didn't care how, when or what we did, even if it meant that my little sister got pregnant. As long as she knew she was taking the chance, and didn't mind, then neither did our father. So it was a little unfair of Mother to accuse Father like that. On the other hand, it was just like Mother to make some outrageous accusation that even SHE didn't believe, just to set the accusee up for what she intended him or her to do, or admit to doing. At the time, things seemed pretty normal. (If you can call "normal" having both your little sisters drooling your cum out of their tight little slits, one of whom hasn't even been fucked yet. Well, Mother was about to take care of that too.) Our father was drinking coffee, reading the newspaper after eating supper, and Mother was reading a paper too. Only it wasn't the regular newspaper. It was one of those things Mother calls "scandal sheets." You know the kind: "Two-headed alien captured by Air Force" "Elvis Seen in Local Grocery-Store" "Madonna has kid by lover; doesn't plan on marriage" "OJ's grandparents fight for custody of his children" Yeah, THAT kind of paper. Half the paper is sales-pitch for psychics and diet scams. One third of the rest is Hollywood scandals, another third is pure garbage, like the two-headed aliens or Elvis sightings, and the rest might be anything. Some of the stories in there, like the man who weighed over 1500 pounds, were real, not only documented by real photographs, but by being confirmed by the Book of Records, or a line or two in the REAL newspaper. Only they covered them in great detail. The great and the miserable thing about those papers was that they had NO editorial policy, except, "Will it sell papers?" If I sent them a story about my little sister living on nothing but crayons for over a year, they would probably send around a picture-crew to take pictures of Diane chewing on Crayola's. Still, you learned some real things about people in those papers, because as mother pointed out, they didn't NOT post things if they figured somebody might be offended. They didn't care. This particular issue looked a little funny though. As if it was an OLD issue that Mother had found in the attic or something.Other than that, it looked the same as the rest. "Huh?" said Father, bringing the rest of the family's attention to what Mother was asking him. "I SAID," Mother emphasized, "'Have you been fucking Diane?'" Father looked insulted at the very idea. As well he should have. At a little over six-inches long, I've got a pretty big prick for a fifteen-year-old. Daddy's isn't quite that big, but it's big enough. If he stuck his penis up in our little sister's vagina, it would probably hurt her almost as much as if I did it. No way could I imagine Father hurting Diane like that, even by accident. "No," he said, quietly but with some force, "I have NOT been fucking our daughter." That should have been it. Only Mother had just started. "Well, why NOT?" she asked, sounding mad at the idea that Father was NOT fucking Diane. "Don't you like her?" Mother was obviously trying to put our father on the defensive, so he would be defending himself for NOT fucking our little sister. Having just been through something similar a week or so ago, I figured we would soon be seeing our father sticking his big penis up in our little sister's belly, before the day was over. Not only that, but Mother would make it seem like it was both our father and Diane's idea to do it, and then only when mother had given her reluctant approval to the idea. Mother is like that. It's never HER idea; always ours... Uhuh. But SHE is always the one who gets the kick out of watching. Well, I was right; and I was wrong. Father had been married to our mother for over fifteen years, and he knew how her devious little mind worked, far better than any one of us kids. Instead of arguing and working into Mother's hands, he simply asked calmly, "OK, now what brought this about?" and looked pointedly at the paper that Mother was so ostentatiously holding. It was obvious that whatever Mother had planned, it involved some story in the scandal-sheet. "It says right here," she said, shaking the paper angrily, "that this little girl down in Peru, has been fucking her father since she was four years old, and had a baby by her father when she was five." "And you think that's reason enough to accuse me of raping our daughter?" Father's voice sounded ominous. "Of course not!" snapped Mother. "I never accused you of raping anybody! I never would. I know you love all of our kids too much to hurt any of them." "Then what WERE you accusing me of?" asked Father. "I wasn't ACCUSING you of ANYTHING," said Mother. "I just asked if you had been fucking Diane yet, and if not, why not?" At our father's objection, she continued, "I mean, if a little girl in Peru is lucky enough to get her father to knock her up at five, I think it would be a shame if Diane had to miss out on the chance." "You really mean this?" My father's voice was serious. "I mean, it's one thing to have a son fucking his six-year-old little sister. That's bad enough. But if they want it, and nobody gets hurt, I guess I can keep my mouth shut. But trying to get ME to stick my penis up in our own daughter, who's only a little over four years old, is something else. Now don't you think that's going a little too far?" Well. THAT sure made it clear enough that Father knew what was going on between me and Carol. It wasn't too clear if he knew how much Diane was involved though. Mother had the grace to blush. "I suppose," she admitted. "Though you'll have to admit it WAS kind of a sexy idea. The kid in the story here, didn't seem to mind either; being proud of the fact that she was allowed to carry her own father's baby. She says she wants to have three or four more kids by him, and the authorities don't know what to do. If they put the man in jail, for fucking his own kid and knocking her up, then the whole family will starve; including the little girl's daughter. On the other hand, if they DON'T, then he'll probably keep right on doing it, as he has been doing to the little girl and her two older sisters, for the past several years. Not only that, but they suspect that the little girl is not only his daughter, but his granddaughter and great-granddaughter as well. They suspect that his present 'wife' is his daughter by a previous daughter. The whole family is like that. It seems that girls in that town are EXPECTED to have their first child by their father, before they move out and get married. It's also not unusual for a younger daughter to marry her father, when the mother dies. It's only the extreme age of the children involved in THIS case, that attracted the attention of the authorities. Now, they don't know what to do. They're tempted to just leave things alone, except they're scared that the kid's baby might be coming in with her OWN baby by her father in four or five more years. Anyway, I thought that if girls down THERE are lucky enough to have fathers like that, why should WE deny our little girl the same chance that they had?" "Let me see that paper," demanded Father. Gingerly, Mother handed him the paper; as if she was afraid he would destroy it just by handling it. The way it looked, that might just be possible. Father read the article in question, then looked more closely at the rest of the paper. "I thought so," he finally crowed with satisfaction. "Just how long have you HAD this paper?" he asked, pointing at the date on the cover. Mother blushed again. "Since just after we got married," she said in a low voice. "I've been saving it for years; never daring to bring things up, until I saw you weren't objecting to Danny here, fucking his little sister. I thought there might just be a chance to realize a life-long dream. My father never fucked ME, but I always dreamed about having him do it, and get me pregnant, ever since I was six years old. Of course, I never told him that; Mother would have KILLED me, if I even suggested having sex at all; let alone with my own father... You know what she was like." Father nodded thoughtfully at this. "And then," Mother continued, "I saw this paper when I was in the hospital with Danny. He wasn't a girl, and besides he was just a baby, so I put the paper away and forgot about it; except for an occasional dream. Then, when Danny got old enough to need sex, and his little sister Carol seemed willing, when I explained things to her; I began to hope. When you didn't raise the roof, like my parents would have, I finally dug up this old paper, in hopes you might be talked into fucking Diane, like I wish I had been, when I was your age. I'm sorry, Mike." "I'm sorry too, Marie, but I just can't," said Father. And that was that. Only it wasn't. "Why can't you Daddy," asked Diane. We had all forgotten just how stubborn my little sister can be, when she makes up her mind to something... Like getting her "share" of my sperm, from Carol. Only this time, she wanted more than just a "share." "I said, 'Why can't you Daddy?'," repeated Diane. "How come that kid in Peru gets to fuck HER daddy, and have his babies, and I don't?" It SOUNDED like a reasonable question, even though it wasn't. Diane continued; pressing her point. "And Momma says she wanted HER daddy to fuck HER. Why can't I? I mean, if Momma thinks it's OK to fuck her daddy, then why can't I do it too? Don't you love me too, Daddy?" By now, Diane was pulling out all the stops. If anyone (other than Mother, of course,) knew how to manipulate Father, then it was my little sister Diane. "Why not, Daddy?" she said again; tears streaming down her face. "I love you too, just like Momma does. Why can't I have a baby, if other people are, like Carol, and those people in Bolivia?" "Peru," I whispered to myself; correcting her privately. I didn't want to upset my little sister's plan. "You tell her, Maria," said Father in exasperation; forgetting who had started the whole thing. "How can I?" asked Mother, reasonably. "I wanted to do it with MY father, when I wasn't much older than she is. Do you really expect me to lie to her and tell her I believe she shouldn't?" If there was one way to get to my father, then Mother just had. Father never lied. He seemed to expect other people to, on occasion; but he never did. He might say he was going to do something, and not be able to, but he never deliberately lied. I've seen him tell some funny stories, trying to keep someone from finding out something; and quite often he succeeded, but he never lied while doing so. He said lying always caused more problems than telling the truth... No matter HOW painful the truth was; lying always made things worse. I haven't been able to keep to my father's strict standards, but I try. At least, I've never lied to him, and I know he hasn't ever lied to me. "Please Daddy?" said Diane. She didn't bawl or scream, or throw a tantrum, which wouldn't have worked anyway. She just stood there; tears running down her cheeks, looking like the day she had when our cat got run over, about 3 months earlier. As I said, Diane really knew how to manipulate her Daddy. (I know, it's cynical of me to say this, but it's the truth. Diane figured the only way she wasn't going to be "left out" because she was too young, was for her to make Father feel like he would be hurting her MORE, by not fucking her, than he would be by being a "good father" and not "molesting" his own kid. "Molesting," Ha! If anything, it was little 4-year-old Diane, who was "molesting" our father. For sure, she was fucking up his mind.As you've guessed by now, Father finally gave in. I don't know what the deciding factor was. Whether it was Mother's dream, Diane's tears, or possibly even Carol and me just staring at him expectantly, but he did. I guess he finally thought that if all four of us didn't seem to see anything wrong with the idea, then maybe it was HIM who was off-base. Anyway, once he decided to do it, he never backed down, and never seemed to regret it; even when Diane got pregnant about four years later. (But that's another story.) I was surprised when he did it right then, too. I guess once our father decided he was going to have sex with his own daughter, he also figured it wouldn't be fair to her to keep her waiting. So, not fifteen minutes later, the whole family watched as my father climbed on the bed between my little sister's legs and pushed his penis right up inside her. As I mentioned before, Daddy's penis isn't quite as big as mine, but Diane was quite a bit smaller than Carol. So I really expected it to hurt her. Only it didn't. Mother had Father put some stuff called KY-jelly on his penis, and it just slid right up inside her, to the amazement of everybody EXCEPT Diane and Mother. My little sister was already lubricated from the semen Carol had put inside her earlier, and Mother says semen is the slickest thing there is; but that still didn't really explain things. (I later learned that just like Carol, Mother had been having the little girl practice with a whole group of different-sized fake-penises for a whole week, before she sprung this on the girl's father. Momma didn't want her little girl's first sexual experience to be painful, and since Diane had already lost her "virginity" to her big sister, she wouldn't be "cheating" Father out of taking his little girl's virginity. So she had Diane practice. She had also had Diane practice the whole tears-bit and everything. Mother is devious. Did I mention that before?) Mother didn't insist that Father slide his penis all the way up in our little sister's womb, like I did with her big sister, but that was just for now. Seeing (and feeling) his little 4-year-old daughter's tight little vagina strangling the heck out of his penis, made Father climax before he barely got started. We all watched our father make about three strokes into our little sister, before we saw him go rigid and force his thick penis up inside the little girl, until she winced. "Oh shit!" Said Father, then gave one last thrust. From the frantic way he was jerking, we all knew our father was ejaculating his semen in our little sister's womb, just like I did every night with Carol. Afterwards, Carol and I did the same thing; while our father, mother and little sister watched. Seeing Father breeding our little sister had gotten us so excited we couldn't wait 'til later. I made a great show of sliding my penis all the way up in my little sister's womb, where I left great amounts of incestuous baby-making semen. We both kept making obscene references to the fact that "I was getting my little sister pregnant, by squirting her tiny little womb full of the white sticky-stuff that makes babies." By the time we were finished, our obscene comments had gotten Father so excited, he was doing it again; breeding our little 4-year-old sister, like a Great-Dane humping a little pup that was in heat. You could almost see the little girl's flat little tummy bulge, each time her father's penis slid home in her belly. When Father finally climaxed for the second time in her, his jerks and spasms almost made it look like you could see each thick sticky squirt making my little sister's belly bulge. Such a sexy thought. Her tiny little slit couldn't hold all of Father's semen, so it dribbled in obscene drools down her leg. Diane was so proud, she didn't clean up for hours afterward; wanting everyone to know just how well she had had sex with her own father, and that she was carrying his semen in her womb. Well, after that, there was no more heading for the bedroom, when somebody wanted to have sex. I would quite often come home from school, and find Father and Diane already having sex on the couch or the chair in the living-room. Sometimes they would just have sex; with Diane underneath. Other times, Diane would climb on top of our father, and slide down his penis like a monkey on a pole, and sit there with her father's penis leaking semen into her belly, while they watched television for hours. Quite often, Carol and I would be doing something, when the urge would come upon us to have sex; and so we just would. If we were playing cards, or watching TV, or just horsing around, we would stop; pull our pants down; and then have sex until I ejaculated my little sister's womb full of what she needed. A bellyful of her own brother's semen. Then we would go back to whatever it was that we had been doing as if nothing had happened. The only difference being that Carol would no longer be wearing panties, as her bare little vagina dribbled semen down her leg. The only time we kept to the bedroom to have sex anymore, was when guests were over; and then I swear my little sister deliberately walked through the room with her freshly-had sex little vagina dribbling semen, so that everybody could smell it, and see it running down her leg, if they looked closely enough. Carol is almost as kinky as Mother. Oh yes, Father still has sex with Mother sometimes. They still seem to enjoy it; though Mother gets most of her jollies just watching her two daughters get sexually used. And yes, we have all had sex with each other on occasion. I've had sex with both my mother and Diane a few times, while Father has taken Carol to bed several times; leaving me to "satisfy my lust" on Diane and Mother. Feeling the little 4-year-old's tight little slit squeezing the hell out of my penis, while I do my best to get the kid pregnant by filling her womb with squirt after thick sticky squirt of incestuous baby-making semen, is quite something. You wouldn't believe a little 4-year-old would even be interested in sex, but Diane sure is; insisting that I not hold back, and push my penis as far up inside her cute little tummy as it will go, so she has a better chance of getting pregnant. Not that that's very far. Even after having father open her up, and ejaculating his semen inside her womb for over two months, Diane was STILL so tight I could barely fit about 2/3 of my penis inside her. Of course, that 2/3 felt REALLY good. Diane's even tighter inside than Carol, and although I can barely get the head of my penis in her womb, the part that IS inside her feels incredibly good! I usually climax pretty quickly, once I manage to get my penis inside her; but when I do, it's usually a gusher. Sometimes I think I climax harder inside her even though she's only able to take part of my penis inside her; unlike her big sister. Ejaculating my semen in the little girl's womb is always such a thrill, even if the kid IS only 4 years old. We don't swap off all that often though. Not that we don't LIKE to have sex with the others. It's just that Carol seems to prefer me, most of the time; and Diane seems to prefer Father... most of the time. Diane says I'm a little too big for her to have sex with comfortably, while Carol seems to like the fact that my penis goes all the way up into her womb, while Father barely can get the tip inside. Yes, Mother managed that too. Before a week was out, she had our father pushing his penis all the way up in Diane's tight little hole, until he popped the head of his penis in the little girl's womb, just like I do all the time with her big sister. Once he started, Diane always insisted that he "Ejaculate his semen in her womb, so she could get pregnant," just like her big sister was doing. I guess that was as big a turn-on to Father, as it is to me, because I never saw him refuse. Mother says it's not so important whether my father or I get either of the two little girls pregnant or not. What matters is: That we both give each of the girls the chance. Oh, it would be NICE to see Diane's or Carol's cute little tummy all swollen with her father's or big brother's baby kicking and squirming inside her; but it wouldn't be a tragedy if we didn't. What WOULD be tragic, would be for the little girls to never even have the chance to carry our babies; like Mother had been denied the chance to have HER father's baby when she was a child herself. Mother doesn't really THINK she would have gotten pregnant, if she had had sex with her father when she was only six; but she's always regretted the fact that she never had the chance to find out. At least HER daughters wouldn't be sexually abused like she was. If there was even a SLIGHT chance that either Carol or Diane could get pregnant by having her father or big brother ejaculating incestuous semen in the child's tight little belly, then Mother would see to it that her little girl did... From the time they were 4 years old, until they entered high-school, Mother saw to it that each of her daughters didn't spend a night without her father's or brother's semen soaking in the child's belly. Mother always insisted that either Father or I have sex with our sister or daughter at least once a day; and ejaculate our semen as far up inside the little girl's vagina as we could. I didn't mind; and after a while I could tell that Father didn't either. There is something about feeling your semen flow into the warm welcoming belly of a little girl who not only WANTS to have sex with her father or brother, but who doesn't mind if she gets pregnant as a result. Mind? Not at all.Heck, my little sisters always did everything a little girl could do to have me or my father get them pregnant. I think they were as turned on by the idea of getting pregnant as Mother was. So, as you might imagine, and as I told you before, Father finally got Diane pregnant about 4 years later. And as for me, Carol, and Mother? Well, that's another story too. Maybe I'll tell it some time. Right now, my wife wants me to feed our son while she nurses Cathy. I can't wait until both kids get older. No, I am not telling you my wife's name! What do you think I am? Some kind of pervert who'd marry his own little sister?

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"Mommy!" the little girl's complaint shattered Melinda's comfortable relaxation on the big living-room chair. Darn! She had just gotten settled down with her favorite crossword puzzle. "What is it, Kathy?" she asked, rather more crossly than was justified by the little girl's objection. "They're doing it again!" "Doing what, Cat?" The little girl's full name was Kathleen-Ann Margaret Pinkerton. Almost nobody called her anything but "Cat" or "Kathy". "The boys are playing in their room, and they won't let me play with them," the little girl pouted. At seven years old, the child was so cute she had no trouble twisting either of her parents around her little finger. Only her brothers seemed even partially immune to the little girl's wiles, and even they mostly gave in to her. Kathleen Pinkerton was just too cute for her own good. "Well, go in there and play with them anyway," responded Melinda. The woman was too comfortably settled in her chair to feel like getting up and settling a dispute between her children. It was getting to be such a bother to get up and down right now. Besides, she had told all three boys enough times to be sure and include their little sister in their play. Being the only family three miles down at the end of a dirt road didn't leave the little girl many neighbors to play with; while the three boys at ages 15, 14, and 10, seemed to be capable of getting into all the trouble they wanted to with each other. Because of this, their little sister had grown up to be quite a tomboy, as none of the older boys wanted to play "little girl games" with her. So, Kathy had learned to play the type of games that boys play. Only lately, it seems that the three boys had found something new to do, and didn't want to invite their little sister in on the fun.... Which (of course) made Kathy that much more determined to do whatever it was her big brothers were doing anyway. Even if she didn't know what it was. "I can't," she complained again. "They've got the door shut, and won't let me in!" Melinda sighed. Somehow she had just known that she wasn't going to get off so easy. "Mark! Jeff! Brian! Get your butts in here! NOW!" she yelled. There was a scrambling sound from the boys' bedroom, but nobody appeared. "I said NOW!" she repeated. "If I don't see you three in here by the time I count to 10...." Not one of the kids in the house ever wanted their mother to reach "10" as they knew from past experience that it wasn't worth it. "Ten" not only brought down their mother's wrath on them, but got their father involved too. "1... 2... 3..." By the time Melinda was starting to form the word "four," a head poked its way out of the boys' bedroom. Mark spoke for his two younger brothers.Still, his little sister WAS too small. At only seven years old, his thick prick would probably split the little girl in half if he tried shoving it up her tight little twat. On the other hand, the idea was OH so tempting! "I didn't SAY hurt her," snapped Melinda. The older woman could tell just exactly what thoughts were going through her eldest son's mind. "You don't hurt your brothers when you play with them, do you?" "Well, no but..." "So, would what you do with THEM, hurt HER?" she asked. Mark thought of what he and his brothers had been doing. So far, they had only played with each other, had regular oral sex, and once had sucked each other off in a "daisy-chain". Up to now, they had never proceeded to actual fucking... not even in the ass. Even if they had, the older boy figured that his little sister's rear would probably stretch as much as either of the other two boys; and he was probably too big for even them. So his mother was right... anything he was doing or even planned on doing with his brothers, would probably be just as safe for the little girl as either of the boys. He didn't HAVE to fuck the kid, no matter what his erotic first-impression had been. "Well, no but..." he started; still thinking that while it was OK for boys to "fool around" with each other, it was entirely different to play sex-games with a little girl. Especially, if that little girl was your own 7-year-old little sister. "Well no buts!" snapped their mother. "I've told you before, that if you're going to play games with each other, then you've got to include Kathy too. So now get over there and fuck your little sister, just like you do your brothers!" This time, all three boys stared at their mother. Even Kathy did, though she didn't understand the word the way Mark and Jeff did. Fuck their little sister? "Well come on!" said Melinda, impatiently. "Show your little sister just what it is you do, so she can join in too!" The woman crossed her arms and looked expectantly at the four children. Mark thought about it for all of 15 seconds, while his two younger brothers watched to see how the older boy reacted to their mother's directive. He decided that his mother was right... everything that he and the other two boys had been doing, Kathy could too. It might even be fun to include their little sister in on their sex-play. Besides, if he did, then when the little girl got older... Mark's mind shied away from what three horny boys might do with a willing sister who was old enough to fuck. His mind was already overloaded from his earlier fantasies. "OK," he croaked, "but Kathy's got to get undressed too." Somehow Mark just didn't believe that his mother would actually let the little girl go that far, once she realized they were talking about real sex, not just touching each other. Only Melinda knew what horny boys do together, probably better than he did... After all, the woman had been a girl once herself, and she had two older brothers too. "Well?" she asked; turning her ire on the little girl this time, "what are you waiting for... an engraved invitation? Get undressed! I thought you WANTED to play with your brothers!" Kathy stood there for a minute, wide-eyed. The little 7-year-old had NOT expected THIS to happen. She hadn't realized that what her brothers did in the privacy of their bedroom involved getting naked together until the three boys had come out without any clothes, at her mother's insistence. Up to now, Kathy (being a virgin, just like her brothers) had never even SEEN a naked boy before. Now three rampant peckers were staring her in the face, while her mother seemed to expect her to get just as naked as they were! It took Kathy almost as long as her big brother had to decide. Still, it was mainly the thought of being forever "left out" of things, as her brothers continued "doing their thing" in the other room if she refused, that decided her. Kathy knew that her mother wouldn't let her even bring the subject up again for an entire year if she didn't "prove" she was old enough to join in on the boys' games THIS time. Those were the rules her mother always set, any time there was an argument about whether Kathy was "old enough" to play with her brothers. Remembering the Basketball fiasco, Kathy shivered. A year was almost forever to a first-grader. A half minute later Kathy was just as naked as her brothers; all except Mark who still had on his jockey-shorts. "Well?" prompted their mother again, "Show your little sister what to do." This time Mark and Brian looked at Jeff. After all, it had been the middle boy who had taught THEM; having learned about what boys and girls could do together while at "camp" the previous summer. "Well first," he stammered, "you've got to learn about sucking cock..." The boy seemed embarrassed at saying this in front of his little sister. A pink blush slowly rose up his back, around his neck, and then onto his face; peaking when his ears were bright red. The 14-year-old couldn't believe he was even saying the word "cock" in front of his little sister, let alone telling her she was going to have to learn to suck one! "Jeffrey Joseph Pinkerton! I'm ashamed of you!" Their mother's outburst stopped all three boys in their tracks. They just KNEW they had screwed up royally. Somehow all three boys figured they had misunderstood their mother and she had NOT wanted them to approach their little sister sexually, after all. "I'm ashamed of you," repeated Melinda. "Is THAT what you did with your brothers the first time? Just ask them to suck your prick? I'll bet I know what kind of response THAT got from them." "Well, no... uh." Jeff remembered the reaction HE had, when a boy first broached the idea of his sucking someone else's prick. Suck the thing another boy PEED out of?!?! No way! Only before the week was out, he had been sucking as eagerly as the other boys in camp, in return for feeling them doing the same to him. Even when one of the older boys came in his mouth; squirting thick white gobs of cum down his throat, Jeff hadn't minded, because the other boy had returned the favor; sucking him for almost 15 minutes, until the 13-year-old (at that time) had his first-ever cum; ejaculating his boyish sperm in the older boy's hardworking mouth. Jeff had learned NOT to spit out the other boys' cum, not only because it felt better to everyone, but because at camp there wasn't any safe place to spit it out, without leaving stains or suspicious smells. Besides, all of the other kids did. Anyway, once you got used to it, cum didn't taste bad at all. Remembering all this, Jeff was slightly ashamed that he had forgotten already how he had to be seduced into liking it, and how he had talked his brothers into "doing it" the same way. Of COURSE his little sister would be scared if some boy (even her own brother) just came up to her and wanted the little girl to suck on the part of his body he peed out of... even if the other boys and even her own mother seemed to think it was OK. Jeff immediately changed his tactics. None of the boys (especially Jeff) was really a homosexual. It was only because they didn't HAVE any girls to "practice on" that any one of the three of them had been willing to experiment with other boys. Only a teenager got SO horny... especially at night. And sleeping three in a bed, even three boys in a bed, DOES raise erections! "Come here little sister," he said, "Let me show you something that feels REAL good." Kathy looked at her mother for assurance. After that nasty thing her brother had tried earlier, she wasn't sure she trusted the older boy. Still, when Melinda beamed and nodded at her, the little girl let her brother "do his thing." After all, she HAD wanted to find out just what was so much fun about what the three boys were doing in their room, and this looked like it might be a clue as to what they liked doing together so much. It was. Jeff didn't really know what to do, since he had never done anything with a girl before, but he wasn't about to let Cat know that. Her teasing about being better than him at almost everything was already reaching the point of being unbearable. So, he decided that bluffing his was through with false confidence would be preferable to admitting ignorance, especially when both of his brothers were looking to him for leadership. "Hold still, Cat. This might tickle a bit." The young teen started feeling up his sister; remembering some of the more credible rumors about girls that had run rampant throughout the camp. One of the older boys, one who just might have done a few of the things he bragged about, had told everyone how to "get into a woman's panties". "First Base", as the guy had named it, was getting to touch a girl's breasts and crotch outside of her clothes. Obviously that wasn't possible now, he realized. His sister was already naked. To get there though, he was supposed to touch and kiss the girl, so that's what he did. His sister stood there, not saying anything, while he stroked his hands all over her body except for her breasts, bum, and crotch. According to instructions, he was supposed to stay away from them until the girl was "getting hot", whatever that was.All his sister did was stand there, let him do his thing, and look into his eyes with that challenging stare she used so often. The little girl was still waiting to find out what it was that her brothers did that Jeff said felt good. His touching did feel nice, even when it tickled a little, but it wasn't "REAL good". She was waiting for that. She was still waiting after being slightly grossed-out by her brother kissing her and trying to stick his tongue in her mouth. Without any real experience, Jeff didn't know whether or not his sister was "getting hot" or not. She was breathing a little faster than normal, and her cheeks were getting a little flushed, but that was about it. He decided that enough was enough and started in on "Second Base" - the tits, as he had been told. Of course Kathy didn't have any, but she did have nipples, so he was about to try licking and sucking them, like he had been told about. "Come on, do something," prodded Mark. The older boy was getting impatient with how long his little brother was taking to do anything. "So he's touching Kathy," he thought. "So what?" It wasn't much more than they all did when wrestling or playing some of the more physical games. Jeff wasn't touching anything interesting, and Kathy didn't look like she was particularly enjoying what was being done to her, so he figured his brother was probably too nervous to do whatever it was that he was supposed to be doing. Mark "knew" from the talk in school that girls liked getting licked in between their legs, almost as much as guys liked getting sucked off, so he figured he knew as much about sex as his little brother. Waiting wasn't the older boy's strong suit, as everyone in the family could attest. "Keep quiet, Mark. Jeff is doing just fine," Melinda spoke quietly but firmly. Mark frowned but didn't say anything else. Kathy was still waiting. Jeff, who had stopped when his brother spoke, stuck out his tongue and licked first her right nipple, then the left one. Then the right one, then the left one. Over and over again. At first, the little girl giggled because his tongue, running over her little tiny bumps, tickled. Soon, though, they started tingling and feeling good. At the same time, another tingling tickle started down where she peed. Jeff noticed that his sister was definitely not quite normal anymore. Her breathing was getting heavy, her eyes weren't really focused, and she was starting to squirm, especially at the hips. "Maybe," he thought, "this is what 'getting hot' is." Having decided that his sister was "hot to trot," another expression he learned from camp, he started on the run from "second base" to "third base". "Oh, wow!" exclaimed Brian. As quietly as the ten-year-old spoke, it was enough to break, at least temporarily, the spell his little sister seemed to be slipping under. She said "That feels funny," in a slightly tremulous voice. Melinda and Mark both shot him dark looks meant to shut him up. Without stopping the attention he was giving the girl's nipples, he started stroking her bottom. She was so small that with the palms of his hands on the tops of her thighs, he could still touch his fingertips together behind her bum. Still, the soft rubbing on her bottom, thighs, and hips did get her more excited. "Time to lie down, Cat," Melinda almost whispered. She got up and helped her daughter over to the chesterfield. Kathy walked like a zombie. When she was lying down again, she actually pulled Jeff's head back to her chest. The tickle down in her peepee was actually getting stronger than the ones in her nipples, but it was nipple licking that got the tickle started, so that's what she wanted more of. She decided right then and there that she liked what was happening, even if it wasn't the "REAL good" feeling her brother had promised. Jeff, however, wasn't finished. Instead of moving back to her chair, Melinda sat by her daughter's head. A smile and a pat on the cheek reassured the young child that Momma was there and that everything was all right. Fear and nervous tension that had gone unnoticed drained away, leaving room for more of the new, exciting kind of tension. Kathy smiled back, then closed her eyes to concentrate on what was being done to her body, and what it was feeling in response. Mark started to stroke his cock, and Brian almost immediately copied his big brother. A slight negative shake of their mother's head, along with a slashing motion made by her hand, made them stop. Everybody held their breath for a few seconds, so they all heard the slight gasp when Jeff finally reached "third base". After spreading open his sister's legs and snuggling down between them, he continued licking her bare, hairless slit. Kathy opened her eyes, lifted her head, and looked to see what her brother was doing. "Oh, gross," was her only whispered comment. The little girl made no move to pull away or close her legs, however. Melinda took that opportunity to slide a cushion under her daughter's head so that Kathy could look without straining her neck. The little girl's mother was watching carefully to make sure her daughter wasn't actually getting upset about what was happening. All she saw was wide-eyed wonder and excitement. On Cat's part, knowing Mom was right there watching to make sure nothing bad happened let her stay relaxed and let her enjoy this very new, different, and slightly scary kind of play. Her brother's licking, down where she peed, while gross, did feel really good. She wondered if this was the "REAL good" feeling her brother had promised. All of a sudden she knew it wasn't, because it got much better when her brother pushed his tongue in between her tight cunny lips. Everything started tingling "REAL good" as he licked up and down in there. Gross or not, she knew she really liked what he was doing and wanted him to do it more and more and more and more. Everybody was staring. Mark and Brian were staring from where they stood on the floor. Melinda was staring from where she sat on the couch. Cat stared down her skinny 7-year-old body at Jeff, and Jeff was going cross-eyed trying to stare at the first cunny he had ever had his face in. Melinda let things progress until Kathy had been groaning and squirming around for a while. She knew that it was unlikely that her daughter, at only seven years old, would have a climax with her first experience. The woman figured it was more important that she enjoy herself and learn how much fun sex could be than to drag things out until Jeff turned the girl into an exhausted and sweaty mess. Besides which, it looked to her like her other two sons were about ready to burst. "I think that's enough for now, Jeff. Sit up and take a breather." The young teen was breathing almost as hard as his sister, and his face had a wet sheen to it, from forehead to chin, and from ear to ear. That's about how far his grin spread too, when he saw the awed looks his two brothers were giving him. "Did you enjoy that, Cat?" asked Melinda as she leaned over to stare down at the flushed and sweaty face of her young daughter. The girl, still almost panting, opened her eyes and looked up at her mother's smiling face. "Uh ... uh huh," was her breathy reply, accompanied by a slow nodding of her head. After a few seconds and a couple of nods, she added "Yes." "Was it gross?" Cat's breathing was slowly coming back under control. She nodded some more, smiled, and said "Yeah!" "You want Jeff to do it some more?" "Oh yes! Please Mommy? Can Jeffy lick my peepee some more? Pleeeeease?" Little Kathleen-Ann Margaret Pinkerton finally thought she knew what that "REAL good" feeling her brother had been talking about was. She didn't, not then, but would within the week. "Not just yet, dear." The older woman wanted Kathy to lie still for a while to let all the new feelings she had experienced soak in. There was also an important lesson she had to learn in reciprocation, if the kids were all going to play together nicely. "Mark, what I think you should ... Mark!" The son in question was staring dazedly at the junction of his sister's legs. Everything was wet and glistening, and not just with saliva. Seeing his first real live act of sex with a real live girl, even if it was Kathy, had him mesmerized, and had his cock so hard it was almost splitting the seams of his shorts. The vivid display before him - his sister's naked crack, barely open despite having her legs wide open and having had her brother's tongue inside it for a good ten minutes - was so fascinating that he had tuned out of the conversation. His mother's sharp use of his name brought him back to reality. "Uh, yeah, Mom?" "Are you back with us again, dear?" Jeff and Brian both smiled and almost snickered at their mother's teasing tone of voice. Mark blushed, but still looked to see what she wanted. "I think it would be a good idea if you showed Cat what you boys are up to in that bedroom of yours. How about if you make Brian feel as good as Kathy does?" "Uh, what? Here? Now?" It was still hard for Mark to believe what had just happened, and was doubly hard for him to believe that she wanted to see him making his little brother feel good. Especially in front of his sister. For a few frantic seconds, his mind wavered between "yes she wants to see everything", "she doesn't really have a clue", "I haven't got the slightest idea what she's thinking", and "I wish she had told one of the others to make me feel good instead".The last thought came up because his balls felt like they were ready to explode. "No, I'd like you to do it next week out back behind the shed. Of COURSE I mean now! How else will Kathy learn that it's just as good for a guy as it is for a girl when the place their pee comes out of is licked and sucked? That is, if Brian doesn't mind you having sex with him here and now. Brian?" Instead of replying, the ten-year-old tried to hurry over to his big brother. However, since his forgotten pants were still hanging around his ankles, he almost fell over before he remembered to kick his way out of them. "Over here you two. And Mark? You might as well lose the shorts." She was pointing to a spot right in front of Kathy and herself. The blushing boy stared at his mother for a few seconds before dropping his underwear and stepping out of them. His erection stood out as big as life and twice as hard despite all the blood rushing to his face. "You too, Jeff. Front and center." Melinda lined her three sons up in the order she wanted. To the left was Mark, the fifteen-year-old. Tall, he was well on the way to fulfilling the genetic promise given to him by his father. Already near six feet tall, his shoulders were getting wider almost by the day. Many hours of running around with his brothers, chasing and being chased by his sister, playing basketball, swimming, skating, tree climbing, and anything else active kids could find to do out in the country, kept him and them in excellent shape. He also followed after his father in one other way - his cock was filling out to a nice 6-7 inches in length with enough heft to make a big handful. Hair ran wild all over the place, including his balls, and was starting on his legs and chest. To the right was Jeffrey. At fourteen, only 18 months younger than Mark, he had a long way to catch up in development. He was five foot seven and much lighter than his older sibling. Speed and determination, however, made up for much of the difference. Tanned everywhere except for a band around his hips, just like both his brothers, he looked slender and soft. Appearances, in this case at least, can be very misleading. As far as the part Kathy was staring at, it was an inch or two shorter than his big brother's, and considerably thinner, much to his chagrin. Only a little bit of hair was starting to sprout around the edges. Still, he thought he had something to look forward to. In between the two of them was Brian, Melinda's youngest son. Short and skinny, he stood four foot eleven in his bare feet. This was still five inches taller than his sister. Despite his fifteen-pound advantage, she was almost as strong as he was, and was definitely tougher. This didn't mean he was any kind of a wimp, however, since he was the second toughest kid in his class at school. What fascinated his sister, though, was his bare, hairless, and very erect little cock. It was about the size of his biggest brother's middle finger, and was the only one not circumcised. Like both his brothers, however, the cock-head was only slightly wider than the shaft, but with a widely flared edge circling most of the way around. "Go ahead, Cat. Have a good look. You can touch them if you want. I'm sure your brothers won't mind. Just don't scratch, pinch, or squeeze too hard. Go ahead. They won't bite." Melinda smiled reassuringly as her daughter sat up. Kathleen wasn't too sure that they wouldn't bite. After all, this was the first time she had ever seen a cock, and now three of them were pointing straight at her less than an arm's reach away. She was nervous and excited and scared and curious all at the same time. Her mother's hand on her back let her know everything was all right, and she certainly wasn't about to let her brothers see her as any less daring than they were. So, she reached out and touched Brian's. "It's warm!" were the first words out of her mouth. "Yes, dear," was her mother's reply. The woman barely succeeded in keeping the amusement out of her voice. With increasing confidence, the little girl explored this new area of her brother's anatomy. The only time she glanced up was when he giggled. Apparently, the skin between his legs, just behind his sack, was ticklish. All three stood still for her examination. Melinda, however, called a halt when she thought Mark was getting a little too close to exploding from feeling his baby sister's hands. "Sit back, Cat. You have a seat too, Jeff. It's time for a show. Boys?" Brian had a wide smile on his face as he turned to his brother and shoved his hips out. The boy was hugely proud of his newfound maturity. Sleeping in the same bed as his brothers meant that there was no way he could avoid noticing what they were doing to themselves every night, but up until a few weeks ago, he had no idea why they were doing what they were doing. Pulling on his pud, as it were, while feeling kinda nice, certainly didn't seem to be worth the time, effort, and sweat the older two were investing in their new hobby. At least, he didn't think so until Jeff sucked him to orgasm one night. From then on Brian was a convert to their new hobby; learning to suck in order to get sucked. While he was still too young to really ejaculate, sometimes he did spurt a few drops of a watery fluid. Now that he knew his mother wanted him to show off, he was more than willing, especially since she had told Mark to make him feel good. He and his cock were ready, able, and more than willing. Mark, however, was feeling quite nervous. He hadn't been naked in front of his mother since... well, in a long time. He had NEVER been naked in front of his sister before. And while the three boys had been playing sex games together, it hadn't been for all that long; and sucking off his brother in front of his mother and sister felt positively weird. Somewhere in the back of his mind was a lingering doubt that his mother even expected him to go down on his brother. After all, she had said to make him feel good, not specifically to take him in his mouth like they had been doing. Moving slowly, he got down on his knees. He moved his face closer to his brother's groin. He watched his mother carefully for any sign of anger or disgust. He opened his mouth. He leaned forward. The head of his brother's cock slid over his lips. Melinda smiled. Mark saw that, and decided to pay attention to giving his brother a good blow-job rather than watching his female relatives. After all the practice he had recently, Mark knew what his brother liked and what got him off in a hurry. Lots of tongue circling the head. Tightly pursed lips trying to pull the sperm out whenever he pulled his head back. Alternate hard sucking and gentle blowing. Thumb and two fingers playing with his balls, the other hand holding his butt. Lots of movement and friction. He didn't particularly enjoy giving head, but he did like making his brother feel really good, especially since his baby brother was learning how to make him feel just as good. Melinda stared at the spot where her two sons seemed to be joined. It was the first time since before her brothers had gone off to college, that she had seen one guy blow another. "Not bad," she thought; paying attention to the technique Mark was using. "A little rough maybe, perhaps a bit too rushed; but not bad at all, for someone with only a few weeks practice." It also looked like Brian was enjoying himself thoroughly. And Cat - Kathy was staring as though she were mesmerized; hypnotized by the show her brothers were putting on. Eyes wide and mouth agape, her nose was only a few scant inches away from the action. Nobody said a word until Brian blurted out "Oh, shiiiiit!", which was immediately followed by him collapsing and falling on his butt. A few drops of clear fluid oozed out of the tip, but that was it. "Eeew, gross! He peed in his mouth!" Kathy made a horrid face as she spoke; pulling back from her brothers in her revulsion. "No, dear, that's not pee. It's what comes out when a boy climaxes." "But mommy, you told me white stuff comes out before!" "Yes I did, Cat, but that happens when boys get older. Brian isn't quite old enough yet." "It's still gross!" "Hmmm..." Melinda thought for a couple of seconds. Kathy stared at her brother's wet cock. All three of her brothers were staring at their mother. "Before you make up your mind, let's ask your brothers if it's gross, and if so, why they do it. Mark? How about you first. Do you like sucking your brother's cock?" It took a few seconds for him to think of how to phrase his answer. He knew better than to lie, but the thought of maybe getting her to at least suck the sperm out his body made him so hot that he just had to convince her to try, or at least get her to not say never. "Um, well, at first I thought it was pretty disgusting." Mark was talking right to his sister. "After a while though, I didn't mind. It's not great, but it's not really all that bad either." "So how come you do it?" asked the naked little seven-year-old. "Brian," asked Mark, "did you like what I just did?" Sitting on his butt, leaning back on his arms, Brian smiled up at Kathy. "It was GREAT!" There was still some doubt on her face, so Mark spoke up again. "Cat, I do it because it makes Brian feel real good, just like Jeff made you feel real good. That's why I do Jeff too.You see, I know they'll do me later, again and again and again, same as they know I'll do them again later. We've even gotten used to swallowing cum because it makes it better for the guy getting sucked. "That's really gross!" "Come on, Kathy," continued her big brother, "don't knock it until you try it. Who knows? You might like it." "That's enough, Mark. Thank you," Melinda smiled and nodded to her son to show how much she appreciated his honesty. "Kathy, I think it's time you paid Jeff back for making you feel so good. Do just like your big brother did, but if you don't want to swallow, you don't have to." "Right now, Mommy?" the little girl asked rather uncertainly. "Yes, right now, dear," said Melinda with another smile. She brushed the hair back from her daughter's forehead. "None of the boys seem to have any trouble doing it right now, do they." "No, Mommy." When Kathy turned to look at him, Jeff leaned back and dropped his arms to his sides. The smile on his face threatened to separate the top of his head from the rest of him. Lower down, his cock was at least as big and as hard as he could ever remember it being before. For him, though, that was around five inches long and as thick as his big brother's thumb. He waited anxiously for the first touch of a girl's lips on his prick. The fact that it would be his little sister, and that his mother and brothers were all watching, didn't bother him in the least. He didn't care. Of the three of them, he would again be the first. There was a fluttery feeling deep in Kathy's stomach when she leaned over for another close look at her brother's cock. Always (well, usually) obedient to her mother's wishes, she was going to pay her brother back, no matter how gross it was. After all, if her brothers could do it, she was going to do it, regardless. There was no way she was going to let them show her up at anything. Not if she could help it. Four pairs of eyes stared avidly as Kathy got closer and closer to that thing sticking up from between her middle brother's legs. They watched as she turned her head first this way, then the other, as she worked up the courage to take it in her mouth. Then her lips parted, she leaned forward a little more, and it was in. "Ouch!" shouted Jeff, as he tried to pull away from his sister's face. She immediately opened her mouth wide and pulled back, a frightened look on her face. There was a few seconds of uncomfortable silence before Melinda took charge again. "Jeff, what happened?" "She bit me!" "Did not!" yelled back a nervous Kathy. "Did too!" "Did not!" "Hush up, you two. Kathy, a guy's cock is just as sensitive as the inside of your cunny. If your teeth scrape his skin, even a little bit, it can hurt a lot and feel like someone biting. Did your teeth touch him?" "Well, maybe a little bit," admitted the little girl. Jeff's yell had scared her, making her think she had really hurt him. She loved him too much to do that, even if it got her out of doing something gross. And she wasn't sure she wanted to get out of doing it. If that's what she had to do to get him to lick her some more, she was willing to try. "Are you ready to try again?" "Uh huh," she nodded. "This time, Cat, keep your mouth wide open, and use your lips to rub his shaft. Go ahead." When she leaned over again, this time a little more tentatively, Jeff watched with a nervousness he hadn't felt in a while. He wanted to get sucked off, but didn't want that sudden, sharp pain of being bitten again. Kathy did as her mother had told her, opening her mouth almost as wide as it would go before lowering her mouth around his prick. This time it went in all the way to the back of her throat before she stopped. There wasn't anything left outside, as her lips were pressing against the base of his shaft. Imitating her brother, she pulled back, then moved in, then pulled back, and repeated the same thing over and over again. Jeff was used to better, even from Brian. "Move your tongue around at the same time," he said. "It makes me feel a lot better." Kathy did as Jeff asked, wiggling it under his shaft and around the head as she raised and lowered her head. "Suck on it at the same time," interjected her mother. Once again, she did as she was instructed, sucking him into her mouth, then sucking as though she didn't want to release him on the out stroke. "Is that better?" asked Melinda of Jeff. "Unh, unh, unh," was all he could manage. The feeling of having a girl sucking him off, his sister in fact, was a lot different than having a guy sucking him off. He liked the girl feelings a lot better. Of course, all the talk, licking his sister, watching his brother, and having everyone watch him getting sucked by a girl for the first time, had him ready to pop in far less time than usual. Being an over-sexed and horny 14-year-old, he didn't have much of a fuse to begin with, so after less time than even he thought was possible, that indescribable sensation started somewhere deep in his groin. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna... gonna cum... NOW!" he panted; as he felt the first thick bulge ripple through the tube on the bottom of his prick, and erupt in an obscene *splat* out the tip. Kathy, never one to let her brothers one-up her, sucked her brother's spouting cock as far into her mouth as it would go. When the first thick spurt came out, it was a bit of a surprise, but summoning the reserves of courage and daring that had served her so well in competing with her older siblings, she simply closed her eyes and started swallowing. The actions of her mouth, with his cock nearly in her throat, massaged and rubbed the head of his prick, milking him for even more than the already large load he was emptying into his sister's mouth. Each thick puddle of goo splattered against the back of Kathy's mouth; making an obscene, but not really bad-tasting puddle there. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she watched the contortions her brother's face went through. "Maybe Mark was right," she thought to herself. It wasn't nearly as gross as she had thought it might be. And the taste, slightly cloying, sticky yet sweet, somewhat like a combination of library-paste and honey, while not great, wasn't even in the same league as spinach or Brussels sprouts. Those were things her mother served on a regular basis and which the little girl (being a normal kid) hated with a passion. Kathy decided that she wouldn't mind doing it again... as long as her brother didn't mind doing her too. It would be worth it. With a bit of a show, she sat back up and swallowed; deliberately and noisily. "Did you like that, Jeff?" asked Melinda with a smile. She knew exactly how he felt, but wanted him to say something to make his sister feel good about doing again what she had just done. "Oh... oh yeah. It was... it was GREAT!" he finally managed to puff out. The smile slowly building up on his face again made him look like the cat that ate the canary. "I LOVED it!" "My turn!" shouted Brian almost immediately, bringing a smile to their mother's face. Kathy looked, and, yes, her youngest brother was once again sporting a usable tool. "Kathy?" asked Melinda of her daughter. "Are you ready to do it again?" The little girl thought for a few seconds before answering. "Well, maybe... if he does me too." "I'm sure he will. Won't you, Brian?" "Oh yeah! I'll do you real good! Better than Jeffy even!" the young boy bragged. "We'll let Kathy decide if you're better or not. I think, though, that all of you should head off to the boys' bedroom if you're going to be doing much more of this today. Kathy, don't let the boys make you do anything you don't want too. And boys? If I hear that you've hurt Kathy in any way, you're all in real trouble. Got it?" That last admonition wasn't really necessary, since all the boys dearly loved their little sister. Hurting her, even when they were playing rough games, always got them really upset. The fact that Cat didn't blame them didn't matter in the least. That was, in part, why she did so well against them. The fact that she was fast, wiry, strong, tough, fearless, and daring, also helped, of course. With a grin, Kathy jumped off the couch and started running for the boys' room. "Last one there's a rotten egg!" she yelled over her shoulder. That started a small stampede, as nobody wanted to be last. "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" shouted Melinda, with some anger in her voice. All the kids stopped dead in their tracks, wondering what they had done wrong. "Maybe," thought Mark, "she really wasn't expecting us to continue playing the same game." "I thought I taught you kids better than that!" The four children stared rather guiltily at their mother; unsure what it was they had, or hadn't done, to raise the woman's ire like that. "Your clothes!" she exclaimed, in an exasperated way. "Mommy?" asked Kathy as she started slipping on her panties. She wasn't sure if that's what her mother meant, but she was in a hurry to feel one of her brothers licking her between the legs again. "No, you don't have to get dressed. But I do expect you to pick up after yourselves. You all know better than to leave a mess like this lying around. Now put them in the hamper in the bathroom. I don't think any of you will be wanting to get dressed again today." There were four relieved sighs, as four children released their held breaths.Their mother wasn't really mad; she was just reminding them of their responsibilities. There was a big difference between the former and the latter, as everyone knew from painful experience. Grabbing their clothes, everybody went running. "Mark, hold on a minute. I'd like to talk with you." The young teen wondered what his mother was going to say. He really hoped that she wasn't going to tell him he was too old or too big to play with his sister. After watching her suck the sperm out of their middle brother, and knowing she would soon be doing the same for their youngest brother, he was almost desperate to feel her little lips wrapped around his own cock. "I'm proud of you, Mark. I think you showed a lot of maturity and restraint when you said you didn't want to hurt your sister. It was the responsible thing to do, and you did it." "Uh, thanks, Mom." He didn't like the way this conversation was going. She was talking about "maturity" and "restraint" and "responsibility". Those were words he usually associated with added chores and decreased freedoms. "Old enough" were the words used whenever his mother and father started letting him do new things. That didn't happen nearly often enough, as far as he was concerned. "You're right, of course. Your sister is far too tight, and you'd probably hurt her a lot if you tried to stick your penis into her vagina right now. Later, maybe you'll be able to, but not right now." The idea that his mother EXPECTED him to maybe fuck his sister sometime in the future came as a bit of a shock to him, and as it sank in, and the image of him pumping his prick as far up inside of Cat's pussy as it would go and pumping as much of his baby-making juice as his balls could make into her stomach, re-stiffened his cock and almost had him squirting all over the carpet. "Yes, Mom. I guess in a few years she'll be old enough. Until then, we'll have other kinds of fun." Melinda smiled at the slightly disappointed look on her son's face. She knew exactly what was going through his mind. After all, her two older brothers had gone through almost the exact same thing. "Mark, I didn't say that Melinda was too young." She waited for the stunned look on his face to materialize, as her words sank in. "I said your sister is too tight. If you tried anything with your man-sized prick right now, you could seriously hurt her." "I know. So I have to wait until she grows big enough so I don't hurt her. Don't I?" The confusion on his face and in his words were apparent. The boy didn't think his mother meant that he should hurt his little sister, did she? Even if she did, Mark didn't think he could, no matter how badly he and his mother wanted him to fuck the little girl. "Like I said a minute ago, if you hurt your sister, you'll catch it but good. I'm sure though, that if Cat's willing, you could be fucking her in a few weeks." "Huh?" That intelligent response was all he could manage. Mark didn't have the slightest idea how that could happen, and it showed. Melinda decided to have pity on him and explain what she had in mind. "I think that Cat, once she felt a cock inside her pussy, would absolutely love fucking. However, she is far too tight right now for you. Brian, however, would probably fit if you lubricated them both enough. He's small enough that he would only stretch her a little bit. Once she was used to him, then Jeff would probably fit. After lots of practice with him, then, and only then, would she be ready for something of your size. Do you get the idea?" A grin slowly spread across the boy's, face as his mother's words percolated through. "You mean you don't mind if I really fuck Kathy right in the . . . right in the pussy?" Mark couldn't quite get the word "vagina" to come to his lips. "That's entirely between you and her. If she doesn't want to, there's no way I'd ever let you try and force her. However, if she's willing (and I'm sure you'll figure out SOME way of getting that to happen) then I guess you really will be fucking your little sister . . . right in the pussy, like you say. Only like I told you, Cat has to want it too. No tricks, no force, and most emphatically, no stupid dares. Right?" "Yes, Mom," he said. The grin on his face was positively enormous. "Good. Now scram!" Mark scrammed; throwing his shorts in the direction of the dirty clothes hamper in the bathroom just before disappearing into the bedroom he shared with his brothers. Sounds of slurping and panting could be heard for the few seconds it took for him to go in and close the door again. Melinda smiled a slow, self-satisfied smile to herself. Her kids were having fun, Kathy was once again playing with her brothers, and everybody was having fun. She knew her daughter would enjoy herself, and wouldn't let her brothers do anything to her that she didn't want to happen. Brian was the only one that lacked self-control, and Cat could handle him. If her talk with Mark was as successful as she thought it would be, the four of them would be fucking up a storm within a month. Cat, of course, would probably outlast all three boys put together. She was driven that way, always wanting to be faster and better at everything. "A lot like her mother, when she was the same age," she thought to herself. After getting comfortable in her chair, she picked up her crossword and started looking at it again. Her mind, however, was imagining the things that were at that moment happening in the other room. With three naked and horny boys all vying for the attentions of one naked seven-year-old little girl, she figured her daughter would probably have her cunny licked raw before the night was out. All in all, Melinda was quite satisfied with how things had turned out. Maybe NOW she could get back to her crossword-puzzle, and be undisturbed for a couple of hours, since the kids would be busy trying out things in the other room. It was a little hard thinking of four-letter words for "stiff" without thinking of all the hard-ons in the other room though. No, hardon was 6 letters. Melinda giggled, and tried NOT to think of teenaged boys' rampant peters pumping thick white incestuous cum into a pre-teenaged little girl's tight little baby-hole; making the child's tummy swell with their baby inside her belly, just like their mother's had. It was something like trying not to think of a pink elephant. Eventually however, she did manage to get somewhat engrossed in figuring out the remaining missing pieces of her puzzle. So, it was with some annoyance, when barely a little over an hour had passed, Melinda heard her daughter yelling again. Up to then, she had studiously ignored the pants, moans, grunts, groans, "ooh"s and "Aah"s coming from the room down the hall. Even a fairly loud "Ow!" from Kathy was ignored, as nobody started crying or fighting. That sort of thing was normal, when three healthy boys played; and Cat was quite used to the boys' roughhousing. Melinda figured that if she wasn't, then she would have to learn anyway, if the 7-year-old was going to keep on playing with older boys. Only this wasn't just an "ow" she could ignore. This was a child's whining complaint. "Mo-om! Mark won't play with me!" Oh shit. Here Melinda had THOUGHT she had that problem solved. "What is it NOW?" she asked; turning her head just as the little girl came running out of the room; almost bawling with frustration. "Didn't I TELL you boys to play with your little sister?" she asked. "What's the matter Cat?" "He . . . he won't play with me," she sobbed. "He calls me too little!" "Huh?" "Mark told us about a grownup game, called 'Mommy and Daddy' where Daddy fucks Mommy," she sniffled. "Only Mark won't play!" "Oh Jeeze," said the older boy; looking at his mother for support. "I can't fuck you Cat. You're just too little." "Mom told you to fuck me, didn't she?" The little girl looked to the two younger boys for support. Both brother thought back, and remembered their mother had said just that. "Uhuh," said Jeff, while his little brother nodded. "But I CAN'T," objected Mark again; still looking to his mother for support in his objection, like the little girl had looked to his younger brothers for hers. "Maybe if you try for a week or so with Jeffy, you'll get big enough," he said desperately. "I don't want to hurt you. You're just too little for me." For all his objecting, it was obvious that the older boy WANTED to feel his prick sliding up inside his little sister almost as desperately as she was arguing for him to do it; as the erection the 14-year-old was sporting would have done credit to his well-hung father. This didn't seem to bother the little first-grader though. "Am NOT!" she proclaimed proudly; standing almost on tiptoe to emphasize her height. "Mom told you to fuck me too, so there!" Melinda hated to back down on anything . . . but the thought of that 6-inch prick on her eldest son going into her little girl's tight little slit and tearing her open, while as erotic as anything she had ever even THOUGHT about, was actually scary. She remembered her earlier warning to the older boy, and knew she had to back him up . . . even if she would be having wet-dreams for weeks, from the frustration of not letting the little girl have her way. Better to say "No" to the child, and have her mad, than have the little girl ruptured or even just hurt.Besides, looking at the mismatch between her child's vagina and the rampant dong of the girl's older brother, it might hurt Mark almost as much as her if he even tried. "Maybe your brother IS a little too big for you," she tried, attempting to shift the onus from Kathy being "too small" to her older brother being "too big." "It's not FAIR," cried Kathy. "Mark made up the game, and now HE won't even PLAY." She sniffled and then continued, "You always TOLD me that if one of the boys told me I was 'too little' to play with him, then he had to prove it." "But Cat," objected her mother, "Mark's right. If he even tries to fuck you, you could get hurt pretty bad." "So what?" objected the little girl, now looking angry once she had made her point. "I could get hurt playing baseball too. But nobody tries to keep me from doing THAT!" The 7-year-old stood staring at her big brothers, little fists firmly planted on equally tiny hips, as if daring the boys to even TRY to keep her from playing baseball. "But this is different," objected Melinda weakly. The older woman knew she was losing the argument, but didn't know how to regain the upper hand. (A sneaky voice inside her head asked her if she even WANTED to win... or did she really want to see her oldest son's prick splitting the little girl wide open?) "Is it?" asked her daughter. Kathy might not be as big or strong as her older brothers and mother, but she could match any except Brian, and beat all the rest when it came to games of logic. "You always told me I could try," she reminded again. "Um." Melinda couldn't think of anything to say to rebut that argument. "You remember what happens if you fail," she reminded the little girl. Mark wasn't sure if he wanted his little sister to win or lose this argument. If she won, and DID manage to take his oversized prick up in that tight little hole... Mark almost came prematurely at the very thought of filling the child's womb with squirt after thick sticky squirt of incestuous cum, and being allowed to do this on a regular basis. (Allowed? It was almost as if his mother was REQUIRING that all three of her sons do their best to get the little girl pregnant. Even though it would probably be several years before that was even possible.) On the other hand, as his mother had just reminded Kathy, if she failed, then it would be another whole year before she would allow the little girl to even try. A whole year was almost forever to a 7-year-old, and looked almost as long to Mark. It would be murder to the older boy to see his two younger brothers fucking their little sister on a regular basis, while he wasn't even allowed to try. Cat's mother knew that. "If you don't succeed," she warned her daughter, "I'm not going to allow you to fuck Jeff or Brian either... it just wouldn't be fair to Mark, understand?" From looking enthusiastic, the two younger boys suddenly wished they hadn't been so eager to support their little sister. Now that both boys knew what it felt like to actually have their little peters IN a girl, they weren't sure they could ever go back to doing without. Still, they knew better than to even try, if their mother told them not to. If she had to get their father involved... both boys shuddered at the very idea. While not abusive, their father WAS strict. He expected all four kids, including Kathy, to obey their mother... especially now. When they didn't, Jack made sure that the punishment they received seemed at least twice as bad as whatever the kids had thought they were getting out of. Sometimes his punishments got quite imaginative, when he had to punish one of the kids he loved, without hurting, but enough to ensure future obedience. He just didn't have TIME to be squelching squabbles between his children and their mother. He expected Melinda to be able to control the children, and usually she did... even when she couldn't get around to good, like right now. That big soft chair was SO comfortable. Which was the very reason her husband had bought it for her about two months ago. Kathy looked a little scared at the threat, and almost backed out. After all, she HAD fucked both Brian and Jeff. Except for when the younger boy had "broke her cherry" as Mark had called it, it had been even more fun than getting licked down there. And Mark had mentioned other games too, besides "Mommy and Daddy." Ones like "Making a baby in Little Sister" and "Knock me up" and others. If she couldn't play with him too, then half the fun would be gone. The boy's reminder that she would probably be "big enough" to take him in a "week or two" seemed almost as far away to the 7-year-old as the year her mother was threatening her with if she failed. Besides, Mark hadn't PROMISED to even try, once that "week or two" was up. A week or two could be almost forever... as long as a month even! To Cat, the difference between a month or two and a year was like the difference to most people between a million years from now, and a billion. It was too far away to imagine properly. Besides, her brothers were once more telling her she was "too small" for something, and if there was anything guaranteed to get the little girl's dander up, that was it. She had heard that story about where "she might get hurt" too many times in the past. Oh, once in a while the preschooler had bitten off a little more than she could chew, but not often. Even looking at her big brother's swollen prick, she thought she could do it. After all, she had looked too small for Jeffy's prick to fit inside her, but while she had felt stuffed, it hadn't really hurt. "I wanna try it," she insisted. Melinda gave up. It seemed the little slut WAS going to try and fit her big brother's prick inside her, whether she got hurt or not. In a way, the older woman was proud of the little girl for trying... even if she was almost certain the child would fail. Still, she couldn't very well keep Kathy from trying... not after all the trouble she had getting both her and the older boys to accept this method of deciding whether or not they had to include their little sister in their play. Refusing her now, without any other reason than "it might hurt" would be far worse than letting Mark fuck her. Besides, Melinda trusted her son. She knew the older boy wouldn't just slam his swollen prick in the child's belly and squirt her cute little tummy full of incestuous sperm. Mark loved his little sister too much to impale her like that. It probably would be sheer torture for the older boy to withdraw from inside his little sister if she started hurting, but Melinda trusted her son to do it. Only if he did, the older woman knew she would have a LOT to make up to the boy. "Well," she sighed, giving up. "If you insist, then I guess I can't stop you. Only remember, we all warned you." Kathy looked as if she couldn't decide to jump for joy at getting the chance, or run for her room in fright at the sight of her big brother approaching her, with a prick that looked even bigger with every step. The precum dribbling in suggestive drools from the older boy's prick just made it seem all that much more obscene, while the sticky drip of the two younger boys' seed oozing from her barely post-virginal vagina was almost washed away in a combination of horny turn-on, and fright. "Remember Mark," reminded their mother, "you don't have to get it ALL the way inside her... just far enough to fuck her, and so you feel enough stimulation to cum inside her." The way things looked, that was likely to be the second the older boy got the tip of his prick inside his little sister. "Yes Mom." Mark was far too engrossed at seeing his engorged penis spreading his own little sister's cunny-lips to do more than barely agree. Melinda wondered if she had been so smart in giving in to Cat. Still, she didn't really see any alternative, if she was to live by her own rules. The older woman was not afraid so much of the pain her daughter would feel from having sex with her big brother... she knew that Mark, while probably being horny out of his mind at just the feel of the little girl's slit spreading around the tip of his penis, would not rape his sister if it hurt too much. Since she had obviously already lost her virginity with the younger boys, there wasn't that worry either. No, what worried Melinda was that if Kathy was NOT able to take her big brother's prick up inside her, like she seemed to think she could, then the consequences would hurt both her and her three brothers far worse than being violated and torn by a big cock would. Now that the kids knew what REAL sex was, between man and woman (OK, between boy and girl), returning to just fingers, hands, and mouths would be almost unbearable for the four children. Melinda knew better than to relax her rule of "one year" too, though how she was going to enforce it THIS time, when she WANTED the kids to be happy, she wasn't sure. For once, Melinda hoped she wasn't right, and that her little girl knew more than she did. Mark wasn't really THINKING anything. The sight of his drooling prick spreading the plump lips of his little sister's tiny slit was so erotic it was all his brain could do to retain control enough to not slam his cock to the root in the child's belly, ripping her open, and skewering her like a pig on a spit. Only the scary thought of even accidentally hurting the little girl he loved was tending to make his prick soft, as fast as the thought of ejaculating his sperm up inside his own sister's belly was making him hard.As said before, Mark was almost ready to cum, without even getting inside the little girl... almost. Still, the slight softening of his penis, combined with his pre-cum drooling off the end of his prick and the fact that Kathy was still dribbling cum from where his younger brothers had ejaculated in the little girl earlier, had an unexpected effect. Melinda had forgotten to take into account the flexibility and pliability of the human body. While "steel-hard" pricks filled all the erotic literature, boys' (and men's) pricks are made of flesh and blood, not steel, plastic (like a certain vibrator...), or even bone. And a child's vagina is not a fixed-size plastic-ring, that will split at the entrance of anything even a millimeter bigger than its fixed size. While it's true that Mark probably WOULD have hurt the little girl, if he had given into the urge to just slam himself into her; burying himself to the root in the child's belly, while he spasmed her womb full of incestuous seed, his slow but steady and determined push into his little sister's tiny hole had a different effect. The whole family watched in amazement as Cat's improbably tiny hole seemed to stretch and stretch, and then unbelievably stretch some more, before the head of her big brother's swollen penis suddenly vanished into the little girl's body with a surge that made you expect an audible "snap." While the little girl's vagina HAD stretched enormously, it really hadn't gotten much bigger than when she had taken Jeff's penis inside her, about a half-hour earlier. Oh, it WAS slightly bigger, but the child's vagina would only stretch so far, without tearing (as her mother had worried). Only when the limit of elasticity was reached, Kathy's vagina resisted any further expansion. So when her brother continued pushing, something had to give. The "thing" was Mark's prick. With the insistent pressure, and the lubrication provided by his brothers' previous ejaculation into the child (not to mention the incredible slipperiness provided by his own pre-cum) the 15-year-old could have forced his prick into the neck of a Coke-bottle, let alone the slightly yielding and soft entrance to his little sister's vagina. "Ow," said Cat... more in surprise, than the slight sting of being overstretched. The whole family looked in amazement at where the head of the older boy's penis had vanished into his little sister's body. Even Brian knew that the glans on his big brother's prick was larger than the rest; and once the older boy had that much inside the little girl, there was no reason the rest wouldn't fit as well. Only there were TWO things stopping Mark from going further. Unexpectedly, the first was his little sister's virginity! While both of his younger brothers had fucked the little girl, both had been too excited to do more than bounce off the membrane protecting the child's "innocence" from her big brothers' pricks, before they came in thick white spurts inside their sister's squeezing little tunnel. Besides, they were smaller than the older boy (as noted before) so their little peckers didn't need the room inside Cat that Mark's almost man-sized prick did. The second thing was Mark's excitement. Feeling his own 7-year-old little sister's tight little baby-hole squeezing on his prick, while he looked down and actually SAW that engorged member vanish into the child's belly was so erotic that he almost duplicated his little brothers' earlier actions, and filled his little sister's belly with incestuous seed, without finishing the job he started. "Oh God," he groaned, "I'm gonna..." "Don't you DARE," warned Melinda; giving her oldest son a swat across the rear with the magazine she had been working on. "You've got to get it ALL the way up inside her, if you're going to get your little sister pregnant." "Ow!" said Mark; pulling away from his mother's unexpected blow; while barely hearing or understanding the woman's obscene suggestion. This remark was echoed about a half a second later by his little sister's "Ow," as her big brother's prick tore through her hymen; and four more solid inches of thick brotherly prick vanished into the little girl's belly. "Now you fuck your little sister PROPERLY," scolded his mother, "so Cat can feel what it's like. It isn't every day a girl gets fucked for the first time, so you do it right, you hear?" "Yes Mom." The swat, the slight pain, and the yelp from his sister had softened the incredible urgency to splatter the child's womb with baby-making seed. Mark pulled out about a half-inch, bringing a wince from the little girl, then slid in almost two more. By now the older boy's penis had almost completely vanished into his little sister's body, while the tip was poking into the knob of her uterus and his balls were slapping against the child's rounded little rump. Mark was really and truly fucking his own little sister right in the pussy, just like he had dreamed of doing earlier. Everyone crowded closer to get a good look, as the 15-year-old started sliding in and out. All four observers could see the child's flat little tummy bulge each time her big brother slid in, then flatten a little as he pulled out. Kathy, on the other hand, didn't need to SEE her big brother's prick making her belly bulge... she could FEEL it. Every time the older boy pushed into her, Cat felt parts of her tummy being rearranged inside. Then, when her brother pulled out, she felt empty and missing something. The feeling of being alternately stuffed, then empty was extremely exciting; while the sensation of thick prick rubbing against her sensitive cunny-lips and her big brother's fur rubbing against her "tingle spot" had Cat almost shaking with need to feel more and more of the delicious sensations. "See Mom," she said; looking down between her legs, at her sweating, panting big brother who was stroking in and out of her body, "I TOLD you I could do it." "Yes Dear, you did," agreed Melinda; barely able to answer, as the incredibly erotic sight of her two children mating in front of her almost made her double over in unexpected orgasm herself, while her own tummy cramped in sympathy to what she knew was happening inside her daughter's body. "Oh God, I'm gonna...," croaked Mark, as he suddenly fought to extract his penis from within his little sister's body. "I've gotta..." Only Kathy had almost mindlessly wrapped her legs around her big brother's waist; and was hornily trying to pull the older boy into her body with almost as much effort as he had been trying to pump into her earlier. "Don't you DARE pull out," said Melinda; interrupting his concentration to keep from filling his little sister's body with seed. "Cat deserves to feel the whole thing, so she knows what it's like." "Uh, Ugh, Unh," grunted Kathy; forcing herself onto the swollen prick that filled her tummy so nicely. Each time she took him to the limit, the base of her brother's prick and his fur rubbed deliciously against her "tingle-spot". Kathy was SO close... "Oh God, what if I...?" Mark couldn't stop the first thick white squirt from rippling though his penis, and into his little sister's welcoming body. "DO it," said his mother, firmly; watching her son's penis jerk in the little girl's belly. Obviously she would NOT be angry or even annoyed if the older boy came in his little sister. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," groaned Mark; as he suddenly felt surge after thick gooey surge ripple through the tube on the bottom of his penis, before spitting violently into his little sister's body. Each thick glob was met by an answering ripple of the little girl's tight sleeve, as Cat's body responded to the pleasures of being bred by milking her big brother's penis for every drop of precious seed the older boy had in him. For what seemed like hours to the frantically mating siblings, Mark squirted thick white gobs of incestuous sperm into his little sister, while Kathy squeezed and fought against her big brother, trying to extract every precious drop. To the watching boys and their mother, it almost looked as if they could see the little girl's tummy swell, each time her big brother sent another thick squirt of cum into the child's body. It may have seemed like hours to Mark and Cat, but the erotic dance was over all too soon to the watching threesome; as after almost a minute of spasming his little sister full of incestuous cum, Mark collapsed on top of the little girl while his prick slowly wilted inside her; oozing a few last drops of sticky cum in her still tightly squeezing hole. The incestuous pair's crotches were a sticky slimy mess; but that didn't seem to bother either of them (or their watching mother, either). "Oh God, that was good," croaked Mark, as he finally pulled himself erect, and started to pull his softening prick out of his little sister's body. "Oooooh," cooed the little girl in agreement, then "Ow," at the slight pain of her brother's glans popping out of her. Even soft, and even after that incredible fuck, Cat's hole was STILL too small for the head of her big brother's prick to fit through easily. In fact, it would probably be several years before the older boy could jam his hard prick up inside the little girl with impunity.Still, now that they both knew what the "real thing" was like, neither one would want to go for long without having full unprotected vaginal intercourse, with the older boy's penis buried to the hilt in his little sister's body, ejaculating her womb full of thick white semen. They were both hooked, just like their mother had been at almost the same age as her daughter. Melinda looked with satisfaction at her eldest son's wilting penis, and the slimy mess between her little girl's legs. She knew that from now on, she wouldn't have to pressure any of the boys to play sexy games with their little sister. Still... "From now on," she admonished the boys, "I'll expect each of you boys to have sex with your little sister at least twice a day. And I don't want any oral sex, or anal sex by any of you, until you've ejaculated in her vagina at least once, OK?" "But Mom!" Kathy remembered what her older brother had told her about the fun she would be able to have with all three at once. Melinda gave in at this. She remembered similar mornings with her father, brothers, and yes, even an uncle or two. "Well, OK," she conceded. "But I STILL expect all three of you to ejaculate in your little sister at least once a day, OK?" Melinda wasn't too worried about this, as she remembered just how horny HER two brothers had been... even at only 11 and 12 years old. "Yes Mom," echoed the two younger boys; not even questioning the incredibly obscene directions their mother had given them. Mark was old enough to know better, however. "But Mom," he objected, "what if I... we... I mean, what if she..." "...gets pregnant?" Melinda finished. Mark nodded mutely. "Oh, don't be silly," sniggered the older woman. "Kathy's only seven years old. It'll probably be at least three or four years before she even starts having periods... and probably two or three more before one of you kids get her pregnant. We'll worry about that, when her pants get too tight, OK?" Mark just looked at his mother with his jaw gaping. It seemed that Melinda actually EXPECTED her sons to plant a baby in the little girl's belly... if not now, then in a few years, anyway. To confirm this, Melinda continued, "So I expect all three of you boys to keep practicing making a baby in your little sister, until you get it right." As if to emphasize the obscene idea, their mother finished up by saying, "So Mark, since you're the oldest, and Kathy has shown she's big enough to take you, I expect YOU to impregnate your little sister at least THREE times a day..." "Kathy, I want YOU to be sure and tell me if your big brother doesn't ejaculate in you at least that often, OK?" "Ejaculate in me, Mom?" "Squirt his semen in your tummy, like he just did... you liked that, didn't you?" "Uhuh. It felt good." If the teenager had been surprised earlier, he was astounded after hearing THIS exchange. "You... you WANT me to get Kathy... Kathy pregnant?" he finally stammered. While the idea was shocking and obscene like nothing he had ever heard before, his penis betrayed him by going from a wilted noodle after spending himself in his little sister like he had never ejaculated before in his life, to a rampant erection that looked fully capable of repeating the process. "Oh, don't be silly," repeated his mother. "As I said before, Kathy's too young yet. I just want you to TRY. This way your little sister can feel what it's like to have a man pumping a baby in her belly until she gets old enough to do it 'for real' with you boys, when she starts having periods." This time Mark didn't say a word, while Kathy just grinned up at him. The little girl seemed pleased by the idea of this new "game" of making a baby in her tummy, that her mother seemed to want her to play with her older brother. For a moment Melinda thought about making all three boys promise their little sister they would get her pregnant as often as possible; then decided against the deliciously obscene idea, as she figured it wasn't really necessary, since all four kids would almost certainly be doing their best in that regard, without any prompting from her. And if she did have them make such a promise, then Kathy might get curious enough to ask HER exactly what it was they were promising. "No," she decided, "Better leave things alone." Things were definitely going along nicely, just as they were. "Now run along and play," she said; yelling to the four children's rapidly receding backs, "And THIS time I don't want to hear any complaints from Kathy that you're leaving her out of the fun, when you have sex!" "Yes Mom." It was hard to tell if the hurried response was from one child or all four of them, before the click of the door announced that all four children had entered the little girl's room this time. Thinking about that interesting fact, Melinda decided that later she was going to have to do something about the sleeping arrangements. There was obviously no more reason for the little girl to have a room all her own, while the three older boys were crammed into a room barely larger than the girl's. "Maybe," she thought, "I could have Jack remove the partition - it's not load-bearing - and have the kids all sleep in one bed... if I can get one big enough. In the meantime, there's no reason Mark can't sleep with her, or possibly one of the other boys, or maybe they could rotate or... maybe Jack will have some idea." She snickered to herself, while wondering if the older man would try to figure out some way that HE would end up sleeping with the little girl, instead of one of the child's big brothers. Well, if anybody could figure out a way to make sleeping arrangements sexy, it was probably Jack. Snickering, after deciding to leave any such arrangements to her husband, Melinda settled back in the big chair; ignoring the pants and groans of a little girl getting royally fucked coming from the bedroom down the hall. She figured that even with the boys fucking the little slut three at a time, or in sequence, her daughter would probably screw all three boys under the table; just like SHE had with her father and brothers, at the same age. Melinda figured that if this kept up, she might have to get her husband involved after all, just to preserve peace in the family. The thought of her husband's swollen penis stretching the child's tight little slit wasn't as scary as it should have been, because while the older man had a good eight inches of penis, compared to Mark's barely six, she knew it wasn't much bigger around. If it had fit, then so would Jack's. Melinda wondered if her big brother would mind planting a baby in their daughter's belly, the way their father had planted Brian in HER tummy, when his sons were off at college. "It was kind of a shame," she mused, "that Dad only managed to knock me up once before I got old enough to marry Jack when he came back from Stanford." Even if her husband DID object to the idea of getting his own little girl pregnant with his kid, Melinda figured that Kathy probably wouldn't have to worry about not having as many kids as she wanted before she got out of grade-school. With all three men (possibly even four) pumping their baby-juice in the little girl's sweet little tummy, Melinda figured it would be just a matter of IF, not WHEN the child became pregnant. It might take two or three years, or even five or six, but it was only a matter of time before she did. Melinda knew that the thought of a pregnant pre-teen was getting her so aroused she would probably be raping her husband the moment the man came in the door. "At least THIS time, we won't have to worry about the kids seeing us," she mused, before entering a six-letter-word for "Family Lust", starting with the letter "I" in her crossword-puzzle. From the slow rhythmic creaking of bedsprings coming from the other room, Melinda figured she wouldn't have to worry about the older boys not including their little sister in their "adult" games, after this. And with any luck at all, it wouldn't take more than a few years before the kid got "good enough" in the lessons of "How to make a baby in Sis" that the older boys were giving her, that Kathy would be able to completely take over the job of having children from her mother. Well, time enough to think about that, when the little girl's panties started getting tight. In the meantime, maybe now Melinda could complete her crossword puzzle without any more interruptions. It was quite a bother to keep having to get in and out of the comfortable chair, with her belly getting so big, and Jennifer squirming inside her like that; almost as if the little girl growing inside was as excited at the prospect of her big sister having a big tummy, as their mother was. Melinda lovingly patted her squirming tummy; enjoying the erotic pleasure of being so nicely filled with her big brother's baby, while she tried to figure out a 7-letter-word for women who relied on "rhythm" for birth-control. MOTHERS. Oh! <Giggle.> The crossword-puzzle writer was doing an editorial, it seems. "Mom?" This time the little girl's question was more wistful than a complaint. Melinda had been peripherally aware of the activity dying down, and her daughter making a couple of trips to the bathroom. Still, even after taking a pee and wiping up twice, the naked child had a slippery drool running down each leg; the one on her left reaching almost to her ankles, while the beginnings of an even thicker gob of jelly slowly oozed down her right thigh.This didn't seem to be what was bothering the little 7-year-old though. In fact, she hardly seemed to notice the incredibly erotic yet obscene sight she made with her slightly rounded tummy, skinny little legs, and bare cunny sticking out, with slippery drools of her own brothers' sperm dribbling down the inside of her legs. "What is it, Cat?" Melinda seemed to have an idea, even before she asked. "Did your brothers give out on you?" "Uhuh." The child's voice showed more disappointment than anything else. "Jeffy and Mark said they were too tired to do any more, and Brian went to sleep on me!" While Kathy sounded annoyed, Melinda knew her daughter wasn't really dissatisfied. In fact, despite the fact that she knew the little girl would gladly have continued sucking, fucking, and probably even having anal sex for quite a while yet, the little girl was probably more showing off the fact that SHE was still ready to continue doing the thing her brothers had tried to keep her out of, when they had all quit on her. While not boastful by nature, Cat obviously wanted to show (her mom at least) that she could outlast any of the boys... when it came to sex, at least. Only Melinda wasn't surprised at all. She knew that any girl could outlast any five men, let alone three inexperienced, virgin boys. After all, all a girl had to do was just lie there and take it, while a man had to work like heck to ejaculate, and it took a lot out of him. Still... Melinda took another look at the little girl and changed her mind. From the matted hair and sweaty sheen of the child's skin, combined with the swollen red cunny-lips that had obviously been worn red, along with red marks on both legs from working against her brothers, the woman figured the little girl had NOT just been "lying there and taking it," but had been working just as hard to try and excite her brothers, as they had been working to get off in her. "Still horny?" she asked... both in sympathy, and testing slightly. "Horny?" "Itchy between the legs... wanting more sex," explained Melinda. "A little," sighed the 7-year-old. "Tired too." "Well, in a few hours I'm sure the boys will be ready to go again," reassured her mother. Kathy brightened at this. "Really?" she asked. "Really," assured Melinda. "I'm sure YOU will be recovered a little too, by then." This time the child's beaming face filled the room with happiness. "Thanks Mom," she said. "I thought it was all over." Melinda had to smile herself, at the child's naivete. "Oh I'm SURE the boys will want to try again later," she said. "If you want though, I'll ask your father to help out, when he gets home. Would you like that, Cat?" Melinda held her breath at this obscene suggestion. She almost couldn't believe she was suggesting that her little 7-year-old daughter should fuck her own father. Still, with the child already having incestuous relations with all three brothers, the next step didn't seem all that large. "Really, Momma?" asked the little girl, "I can fuck Daddy? You don't mind?" The little girl's mother had to chuckle. Trust Cat to put her finger on what would bother MOST women. It wasn't incest or even pedophilia. It was the thought of THEIR man fucking some OTHER woman. It wasn't the fact that the "other" woman was their own child, (even a pre-teen or even pre-school child,) that mattered so much to them (no matter WHAT they yelled and screamed about), it was the idea that THEIR husband was being "unfaithful" to them. Blech! Some women have such low self-esteem. Melinda knew that even if Jack DID fuck their little girl, even if he got her pregnant, she would NOT lose him. In fact, the horny lug would probably love her all the more for letting him. Sharing her husband with her daughter didn't bother Melinda as much as you might expect... possibly because she figured that might convince Cat that she should share HER brothers with her mother. "No Dear, I don't mind," she said. "...as long as you don't mind sharing your brothers with me." Kathy grinned up at her mother. Both women recognized horny sluts in the other. "As long as YOU don't mind sharing Uncle Frank and Grandpa Mike with me," she replied. This time the little girl's grin was almost splitting her face. This DID surprise Melinda. She had THOUGHT her ongoing relationship with her father and big brother was a secret from the kids. Obviously "little pitchers have big ears" and eyes too, it seemed. "It's a deal," she grinned back at her nymphette offspring. "Only don't blame me, if your father or grandfather is too big to fit inside you." "They'll fit," replied the little girl, smugly. Somehow Miranda figured the little girl was right. If they didn't, she knew Kathy would MAKE them fit... just like she had her big brother. "Mom?" asked Kathy again. Once again the wistful sound was back in her voice. "Yes Cat?" "What does Mark mean when he says he's making a baby in my tummy?" The little girl stared pointedly at her own mother's swollen belly, as if she knew the answer. Melinda took the child's hand in answer, and directed it up under her dress, carefully PAST her incredibly overheated pussy, and rested it open-palm on her bulging belly. At 6-months-gone, she wasn't huge yet, but the bulge was definitely there. "Feel this, Cat?" she asked. Kathy nodded wide-eyed; her hand resting on the smooth bulge. "That's your little sister Jennifer in there," explained Miranda. "If you wait... ooof!... you can sometimes feel her kicking and squirming inside me, like that." By now, the little girl was wide-eyed and gaping, as she felt the smooth skin of her mother's belly bulge, then ripple underneath her hand. "You mean I... I mean, Mark will..." Kathy seemed to be both fascinated and frightened at the idea at the same time. "No Dear... you're too young yet," soothed Melinda; allowing the little girl to press deeper, and feel her little sister's squirming inside their mother. "You'll have to wait until you have periods, before you can get pregnant like this," she explained. "Even then, you don't have to, if you don't want to." Melinda didn't figure a complete course in conception and contraception was needed; after all, Cat was only 7. Still, SOME explanation about how babies were made, and where they came from, seemed to be in order. Especially with her big brother's "practicing making a baby" in their little sister, two or three times a day... or perhaps even more often. "Periods?" "Bleeding between your legs... well, it looks like blood anyway, and comes out of your hole about once a month or so... just like Mark's sperm is dripping out of you right now," she said; pointedly looking at the thick drool running down her daughter's leg. Both women looked at the obscene sight, but neither seemed to be inclined to wipe it up. Melinda smiled at the child's wondering eyes that looked down at the dribble running down her thigh, and then back at her mother. "Oh THAT," she finally said; almost dismissing it as if it wasn't important. "You mean I can't have a baby unless I'm bleeding down there?" Kathy seemed both relieved and disappointed at the same time. "Um... You can't get PREGNANT until you're having periods," her mother explained. "That's when a man plants his baby in your tummy. The baby takes nine months to grow inside you, before you really have a baby to love. OK?" The little girl's eyes seemed to get even bigger. "You mean THAT is why your tummy is getting big?" she asked. "Uhuh. When Jennifer is about three months older, she's going to be big enough to come out of Mother, and then you'll have a little sister." "Oh wow." The child thought a minute about this. "You mean you'll get even fatter?" she asked. "A LOT fatter," giggled Melinda. "You ain't seen nothing yet." "Oh. Will I get that fat, if Daddy makes a baby in me too?" she asked. Melinda had to laugh; her belly jiggling obscenely as she did. "That WOULD be a big tummy for a little girl like you," she snickered. "Still, as I said, you don't have to worry about that yet. OK?" "Ok Mom. If you're sure." Melinda grinned at the thought of the little girl with a tummy almost as big as she was; then almost doubled over as the unexpected sexiness of the idea almost gave her an orgasm without her even being touched. "Oooh," she shuddered. Still, the idea WAS sexy! "Uh, Cat?" she asked. "Yes Momma?" "If you... I mean WHEN you fuck your father tonight, could you pretend you're already having periods... it would just blow your father away." "Huh? Pretend?" "Oh forget it Honey. He wouldn't really believe it anyway... OK?" "Yes Mom." For the next hour the two women watched TV, as Melinda had finally finished the crossword puzzle, and hated to get up from the comfortable chair, except to make supper. It seemed like she made a lot of TV dinners these days. Sometimes she even had the kids make them. Three more months to go. Melinda couldn't quite make up her mind if she was looking forward to those three months of growing so beautifully big with her big brother's baby growing inside her, or dreading getting so heavy she could barely move. She remembered all too well how big she had gotten with Cat. "Do girls make you get bigger?" she wondered. Even Mark, when she was only 11, hadn't seemed THAT big.Still, it was hard to tell at this stage of pregnancy; as all four kids had been about this big in her tummy then. "Uh, Cat?" she said, as soon as everybody was seated and eating. "Yes Mom?" "Could you show your father what you've learned today?" Mark's half-eaten Salisbury steak almost came flying out of his mouth as he choked in surprise; while the two younger boys stared at their mother in astonishment. Somehow all three boys had expected their mother to keep what they were doing with their little sister a secret from their father. After all, mothers just DON'T encourage their teenage sons to have sex with their little sisters. Especially not full unprotected vaginal intercourse with them; and even MORE especially when the little girls are barely out of the first grade! Still, they should have known that their mother never kept secrets from their father. Also, she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with a teenager fucking a little 7-year-old, and squirting thick white incestuous cum in the child's developing young womb. Or if she did, she certainly didn't act like it. "Everything?" "Everything. After dinner, and after your Dad has watched the news, I want you four kids to come in the living room and show him just how much you've learned. OK?" "Uh, you mean you want us to..." Jeff looked pointedly down at the T-shirt and shorts he was wearing. All four kids had changed into light clothing with no underwear, socks, or shoes. "Yes Dear," Melinda smiled sweetly at her middle son. "I want you all to wear EXACTLY the same clothes you were wearing when you were "practicing" with Cat earlier. Understand?" While her smile was brilliant, somehow all four kids knew that if they came out wearing a stitch of clothing, the boom would fall...heavily. "Uh, What's this all about?" asked Jack. The funny innuendoes had gotten his attention. "Nothing much," shrugged Melinda; daring with her eyes the kids to say anything different. "It's just that the boys have been practicing something with Cat, and they're all going to show you how good they are, after dinner...OK?" Only when the newscast was rolling to a close, with the credits just before the commercials, did Miranda take charge. "No, don't get up," she instructed Jack. Miranda KNEW just how hard it was to get up out of that comfortable chair and turn around. "Kids, come on in here and practice, so your father can watch." "Practice?" asked Jack; his eyes bugging slightly as first Mark, then his two brothers and their little sister in decreasing age, walked into the living-room as naked as the day they were born. "Practice what?" he asked. It almost looked as if the kids were going to have SEX right in front of him. Still, he really expected the kids to just do some fancy kind of exercise naked, and his horny slut of a wife figured he would get a kick out of seeing the children doing splits and things naked, so she would get that much a bigger ride in bed that night. After all, the kids were just KIDS; and Kathy was just a little girl. For some reason Jack seemed to have forgotten just how young Melinda was, the first time he slid into bed with HER. "Practice making babies, what else?" asked Melinda smugly, looking expectantly at her husband to see if his jaw dropped in surprise. She wasn't disappointed. "But...but...but," Jack stuttered. "Oh shut up and watch...you sound like a motorboat," giggled his sister/wife. "C'mon kids, show your father how much you've learned." Mark looked at his father's gaping jaw for reassurance that the man wasn't mad, before turning to answer his mother. "Uh Mom?" he asked. "There's something we've been working at, and we're wondering if you'd mind us trying it now?" Miranda bowed, and waved her hand at the carpet-covered living-room floor. "It's your show," she said graciously. Privately she wondered just WHAT the kids WERE planning on doing, almost as much as her husband was." "Uh, I'll get down here...Or would you prefer Jeff, he's smaller?" asked Mark; settling to the floor about three feet in front of his parents. "No...That's OK...I don't mind," gulped Cat, almost mesmerized by her big brother's swollen prick. Somehow with the boy lying on his back and the engorged member sticking straight up like that, it looked almost twice as big as it had felt the two times she had it inside her tight little vagina. And it had felt ENORMOUS then! Still, she HAD taken her brother's prick inside her twice, and she wasn't about to "chicken out" in front of both parents. Not Kathleen-Ann Margaret Pinkerton anyway! The older boy lay himself out flat on the carpet, put his hands behind his head like a pillow, and waited. His left side was facing the two adults, with his crotch about three feet in front of his father, while his neck was about the same distance in front of his mother. The four kids had decided that Mark would "get the best part" this time, as Jeff had gone first three times already, and Brian once, as well as being too small to do as much as the older boys. Besides, they all remembered the way their mother had seemed to feel when she was watching Mark's prick slide into the little girl for the first time. "That side, Cat," said Mark, when his little sister started to bend over him, her bare rump and cunny almost rubbing in her father's face. While sexy in its own right, the little girl blocked her father's view of what she was about to do. This time Cat kneeled down on the far side of her big brother, bent over, and calmly swallowed as much of the older boy's prick as she could. In that position, this was only about four inches, but it was enough. "Oh!" said Mark involuntarily; as the exquisite sensation of his little sister's mouth enveloping his prick almost took his breath away. This exclamation was almost immediately echoed by his father's "Ooof!" of surprise, first at the fact that the kids actually WERE having sex, and second at how good his little girl seemed to be, when he knew his daughter had been an innocent virgin the night before. (Exactly HOW he knew, is another story entirely.) After feeling his little sister's mouth sliding up and down a few times, Mark reached an arm out to pull the little girl around until they were doing a classic "69" not three feet in front of their parents. In this position, Kathy was able to get more of her big brother's prick in her mouth, until the boy's licking of her tight little twat made her involuntarily hunch forward; taking the head of her brother's six-inch prick right into her throat, almost gagging her. Only Cat had done this with Jeff twice already now, and just barely managed to keep from gagging and choking on the enormous head that seemed almost caught in her gullet. Once, twice, three times the little girl's mouth descended, until Jack could see the child's mouth distended around the base of her big brother's prick, almost to the balls on the downstroke, and the whole member shiny and slick on the upstroke. The man had bent over to get a better view; and had his nose barely a foot away from where his son's penis vanished into the little girl's hard-working young mouth. At the other end, Melinda had almost as good a view (she thought better) of Mark's licking and sucking her daughter's tight little slit, with almost as much vigor as the little girl was fellating him. From her bud of a clit (causing squirms and wriggles from the little girl) through her plump little slit, almost to her rosy bud of an ass, the boy licked and tickled and tasted delicious little-girl tastes, until he figured they were both excited enough, and had better get on with things before they got carried away. Gasping, he pulled his wet face away from the delicious little peach he had been eating; trying to get his sister's attention before he lost control."Uh, Cat," he said, gritting his teeth against the incredibly delicious sensation of the child's warm little mouth doing yeoman duty on her brother's swollen penis, "hadn't you better..." Kathy just hated to stop. By now, the little girl had grown to like the taste of "eating" her brothers. No, not just the taste of semen, which she liked too, but the clean masculine taste of male penis leaking pre-cum in her mouth. Sperm or cum was okay, but Kathy was almost hooked on the sweet, sticky taste of the liquid her brothers oozed out of their penises before they squirted hot, sticky seed in her gulping throat. Sperm or cum was like meat and potatoes, while pre-cum was like pie and ice cream to the little girl. Only here, she got her dessert first. Still, there were other things to do with a male penis that were even better, as her big brother was reminding her. Jack just got a glimpse of his little girl's charms, all sticky and wet from her big brother's tongue, before the child had squirmed around until she was facing the older boy, almost lying on top of him rather than kneeling. He watched with amazement as his daughter backed up slowly, until her big brother's penis was almost touching her tiny little slit. "Surely," he thought, "surely she's not going to..." She was. Jack turned his astonished face to look at his wife, expecting the younger woman to stop the two children from what was obviously a mistake! There was no way that enormous penis would fit in the child's tight little baby-hole... no way! Only Melinda (far from trying to stop the two incestuous lovers) seemed to be absolutely fascinated by the sight of her eldest son's six-inch penis splitting her daughter's vulva and pushing up against the tiny hole that seemed to be almost an order-of-magnitude too small for the boy to fit it inside. "Uh," started Jack, trying to object before it was too late and his precious little girl got torn by the enormous spike tearing her vulva open. Only he couldn't bring himself to say it. Even knowing that Cat was in control, he just knew the child would hurt herself if she even tried taking that thing inside her. Why, it was almost as big around as HIS penis was. Jack couldn't help himself. Instead of stopping the two children from mating, his horny penis gave a squirt of pre-cum himself, as he wet his shorts at the very thought of a penis as big around as HIS violating his little girl. Only Cat didn't ACT "violated". With a horny squirm, she almost screwed herself onto the swollen member poking at her vulva, until there was a slight "slurp" and the glans of the penis vanished into her body. There was an "Oooh" of satisfaction from both kids, as almost two inches of fat penis slid further into the child's body. By this time, it was obvious to even their amazed father that Kathy was not only not hurt by her big brother's enormous dong sliding into her body, she was actually enjoying it. "Oooh, that feels good," she said, wriggling her way down on the spike embedded in her belly, as if to confirm this. Mark just groaned in agreement. "Your turn, Brian," said Cat in satisfaction, once a couple of slides up and down had shown her she was lubricated enough to take almost all of the 15-year-old's penis inside her. Jeff watched with a little envy, as for once he was last. Still, his turn was "cumming" shortly. At his little sister's order, Brian walked around in front of the little girl, his semi-hard penis dangling almost in his big brother's face. Mark took the opportunity to suck the tip of the boy's penis for a minute, until it got too stiff, and Kathy had to take over. After about three good sucks, she decided it was enough, and said, "Now." Jack lifted his head from where he had been engrossed in the erotic sight of his eldest son's penis stretching the tiny little slit of his 7-year-old little girl, just in time to see the two younger boys swap places. Jeff groaned in delight, as his little sister almost swallowed his swollen member, taking the middle boy almost halfway down her throat, only easily, not like the hard time she had with his big brother. This erotic sight almost made Jack miss the younger boy's "entrance". Only the fact that his face was about a foot away from the child's rear made Jack notice the younger boy's approach, just before he walked right up between his siblings' four legs and kneeled down to push his swollen little penis to the hilt in the little girl's anus! Jack felt like he had been punched in the gut at the erotic sight. The involuntary groan from his right told him that his wife wasn't much better off. Pulling back to see the entire coupling, he got a complete view of what was going on, just before all four children started squirming together, in one big nasty. Only it WASN'T nasty. Erotic, sexy, loving, and horny as hell, but not one of the children seemed to think there was anything wrong with what they were doing. It felt good, nobody had ever told them that sex like this was nasty or naughty, they all loved each other, and each one KNEW that the other three were having as much fun as they were. For once, Jack felt sad at the way his parents had raised him and his siblings. When THEY had sex, their parents had let them know just how other people felt about family members having sex together. The whole thing BEING "nasty" had been as much a 'turn-on" to their parents as the sex itself was. Now he finally realized that sex with your sister wasn't the obscene thing that had been vaguely bothering him, ever since his parents had found out he was having sex with the little girl when her panties got tight, and had joined in with gusto, including his little brother almost by accident. Sex, it seems, was NOT "nasty". What was nasty was people's bigoted, prejudiced, biased, slimy attitude towards a normal thing. Having sex with somebody you love, far from being nasty, was the ultimate expression OF that love. If that someone happened to be a family-member, then so much the better. After all, who ELSE knows you better than your own family? If somebody who knows you that well loves you enough to want to have sex with you, then any lesser love pales in comparison. When that person loves you enough to have your children...like his sister had carried three of his...well, four now...Jack felt like he had a religious experience, almost ignoring the frantic squirming, grunts, groans, "oooh"s and "ow"s of the madly coupling foursome on the floor. He was too busy kissing his wife, feeling her wonderfully swollen tummy, and wishing he could thank her the way she deserved, for showing him this wonderful thing through their children. Up to now, Jack had always felt slightly guilty about marrying his own sister...no matter HOW much they loved each other. From now on, he figured he wouldn't feel guilty about his incestuous relationship, he would glory in it. That resolve would soon be tested. "Uh, Ugh, UUuuuhhh!" "MmmnMmnnph, mmmf." The groans of the older boy, coupled with the muffled cries of his daughter, brought both parents' attention back to their frantically mating children. Just in time too, as Jeff stumbled away from the remaining threesome, with a satisfied, almost stunned look on his face. Cat didn't seem to notice that she had half a mouthful of thick white cum coating her tongue and teeth, as she was too involved in working back and forth between the other two boys, as if her little anus was a shuttle on a loom gone out of control. She didn't bother licking up the obscene mess, or swallowing it either, just panting in rising passion, as her actions became wilder and wilder. "Oh shit!" exclaimed Mark, as his little sister's rising keen of passions surprised him as well as the whole family. "Ah, aaaaahhhh! AhahaaaaaaeeeeeEEEEEkkKK!!!" Cat squealed as she spasmed uncontrollably. "Oh Oooooh!" The sudden frantic squeezing of his little sister's already incredibly tight vulva was too much for the older boy, and suddenly everybody in the room except Cat was aware of the older boy's ejaculation in his little sister, as a white bubble appeared on the boy's penis, just before it got churned almost to foam by the little girl's wild gyrations. As each thick squirt went into the little girl's body, most of it was squeezed out of the tight little hole by her frantic pumping and gravity. Mark didn't care. The incredibly exquisite feel of each thick bulge rippling through the tube on the bottom of his swollen penis, before being injected into his little sister's squeezing young sleeve, would have had to be felt to be appreciated. Mark knew that Heaven couldn't be half as good as feeling your own 7-year-old sister get off for the first time around your swollen, spitting penis, while you're spasming the child's tummy full of the thick white cum you've been saving up for hours. Eventually the two lovers collapsed in a heap, pulling away from the little boy who had been quietly sliding in and out of his sister's gyrating bottom. "Did you get off too?" asked Melinda. "Naw...Didn't need to. It felt GOOD," the younger boy seemed fully satisfied. Both parents looked down at the obscene yet lovely coupling of the two remaining children. Their crotches were a slimy mess, but Mark still remained intimately connected to the little girl, while Cat was almost smothering her big brother with kisses. "Oh that felt good! Thank you, thank you, thank you," Cat finally started to run down."Well," said Melinda, "I guess that Cat finally got to know what 'REAL' good felt like." Everybody but Jack giggled at this, but he smiled dutifully. It wasn't until a couple of hours later that somebody managed to explain that this was Cat's first orgasm, and they had all been telling her for hours that sex felt "real good." Then he not only giggled, he laughed for almost half an hour; chuckling and snorting occasionally at the cute thought. "Daddy?" asked Cat, still somewhat breathy from her first orgasm. "Yes, Hon?" "Did you like it? Mark and I are getting REAL good at making babies. At least I think so, anyway. It DOES feel real good, just like they said it would." "Oooh," Jack groaned, almost cumming in his pants at the very thought. "Can we do it now Daddy? Pleeeeaase? Momma said you'd help me out; and the boys just keep quitting on me!" "Ooooh!" groaned Mark, in involuntary agreement. It was obvious that all three boys were finished for the night, including Brian. While the older boy still had his prick in the little girl's tight little tunnel (being so big it wouldn't come out without effort) even his sister's irregular squeezing and clamping as twinges of mini-orgasms still rippled through her tummy, couldn't erect the overused member. After ejaculating his sperm in his little sister's mouth twice, her hand once, and her tight little cunny three times, it would be several hours before the boy could get it up again; and by then it would be long past his bedtime...even at fifteen. The other two boys weren't in any better shape. "Please, Daddy?" repeated Kathy, hopefully. It was with some considerable regret that she pulled off her older brother; the boy's penis making an audible "splop" as the glans disengaged. This was followed almost immediately by another gurgling "schullop", as a big blob of thick white goo slurped out of the little girl's cunny, and landed in a quivering puddle on her brother's crotch. She giggled at the sight. "Ooh," she said; "your stuff is all yucky!" Taking everybody by surprise, Cat turned around and actually swallowed the boy's slimy member! Pausing for a second after slurping the softening prick free of the white stuff streaking it, Cat added, "Tastes good though," before continuing to lick and slurp up every drop until her brother's prick and groin were completely free of semen. "Good to the last drop," she commented, before licking her lips and exposing pearly teeth with white goo hanging from them, before swallowing noisily, licking her teeth and lips clean, and then swallowing noisily again. "Thanks Mark," she said. It was obvious that the little girl was right about her three brothers. Even after that incredible tongue-job, and the erotic sight of her lapping up her brother's cum, not one of the three had anything approaching a hard-on. Jack however, was so hard he was afraid he would be unable to get his pants off, without wasting his load down the leg. (Which would have been a crying shame, with two horny and available females almost panting for that load of baby-juice in their tummies.) "Are you sure?" he asked Kathy, while struggling mightily to remove his shoes, so he wouldn't trip over his pants when he pulled them off. Only instead of looking at his daughter, Jack seemed to be looking more at his sexy, pregnant wife for an answer. "Pleeeeeaase, Daddy?" repeated Cat, imploringly. Only it was his wife's silent nod that decided him. "OK, Cat," he said, "If you want it, you've got it. Only...only you've got to TELL me what you want me to do." By this time the man had struggled out of almost all his clothes; and paused waiting for his child's response before removing his jockey-shorts. "Can you make a baby in my tummy? Please Daddy? Mark says I'm getting pretty good at that." "Oh shit." One minute the mismatched couple were two feet apart, the next Jack was fitting his swollen prick into the still cum-dribbling hole between his daughter's legs, as she lay on her back, knees spread and welcomed the man she loved most into her body. "Jack! Careful." Melinda's cry of warning managed to shock some sense into her husband, before he jammed his prick to the root in the child's belly without thinking. "She's just a little girl." "Oh." Jack didn't argue. In fact, he was grateful for his wife's reminder. This time he took it a little slower; pushing firmly against the child's tiny little hole, then slowly increasing the pressure. It didn't look like the man's prick could possibly fit in that tiny thing; but everybody had seen her almost equally large brother's prick go inside. So, with a few grunts, groans, and a slight yelp from Kathy when her father's prick suddenly vanished inside her, they actually started fucking. After all the sperm her brother had ejaculated inside her tight little tunnel, combined with the thick drool that had been running almost continuously from the man's engorged prick for over 15 minutes, neither one of the incestuous pair needed any extra lubrication. Once the head popped inside, the rest of her father's prick slid into the little girl until the hole in the tip was pressed firmly against the child's cervix, and only a little over half an inch remained outside. Jack knew he wouldn't last long in the sliding wet heat of his own daughter's incredibly tight sex. That the little girl AND her mother WANTED him to do this unbelievable thing...fuck his own daughter and ejaculate his potent sperm in the child's belly, as if he was actually TRYING to get the little girl pregnant with her own father's baby, was so stimulating that he almost came the second his prick slid all the way into his little girl's body. Still, even for all the eroticism of having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with his own 7-year-old daughter, Jack was a much better lover than to just stick his prick in a girl and squirt her tummy full of thick white baby-juice...no matter if that WAS exactly what the child was begging him to do. "Oooh, Honey," he said, "work with your old daddy. Help your horny old dad slide this big old thing in and out a bit, and Daddy is going to give his little girl a nice big helping of baby-juice in her tummy. Would you like that, Cat?" "Please, Daddy," whined Kathy. "I wanna feel my tummy getting big, just like Mommy's. Please? I've been practicing making a baby ALL day long. Can we do it now...please Daddy?" Oh shit. Jack was NOT unfeeling; and didn't know quite how to handle this one...Geesh, the kid was just seven years old! "Uh Honey," he tried to explain, "You're a little too young to have a baby yet." Still, the very idea almost had him spurting thick white cum in the little girl, before he barely got started fucking her. Jack tried to calm his raging prick, so he could give his daughter the fucking she deserved. "It'll probably be four or five years before you have periods yet," he emphasized, wondering if he'd have to explain menstruation to the little girl. "You mean my monthlies? That bloody stuff that comes out of my cunny-hole?" Kathy showed she HAD been listening to her mother. "Uhuh." Jack's hair stood almost on end at the implications. Surely the child was WAY too young to... "Oh. I've been having them for several months now," replied Cat calmly, working steadily back against her father now. While the sensation of his own little girl fucking his prick like he hadn't felt since the first time he had crawled into bed with Melinda at almost the same age, was almost sucking the sperm out of his balls; the guilty idea of even accidentally getting his own kid pregnant made Jack fight to extract his prick from inside the little girl before he filled her womb with so much sperm she'd be having his babies for twenty years. "Oh God," he groaned, "I've got to pull out. I can't get my own daughter pregnant!" As long as it had been just a fantasy, it was an incredible turn-on. If it was actually possible, then the danger was incredibly scary. Surprisingly, the danger of accidentally getting the little girl pregnant was almost as (or even more) sexually stimulating than doing it deliberately, even if only as a fantasy. "It's OK Daddy," soothed Kathy. "I'm not bleeding NOW. Momma says I can't get pregnant until I start bleeding." "Oh." Jack relaxed, and let his member slide into his daughter all the way. It was just his horny wife and one of her sexy fantasies huh? Well, after this was over, he'd show the teasing slut a thing or two about fantasies! "Are you sure, Honey?" he asked, enjoying the feel of the child's cervix butting against the tip of his penis, while the incredibly tight ring at the bottom gripped the base of his prick like an overtight rubber-band. God, did that feel good. Jack felt the first thin squirt of sperm spit through the tip of his prick, presaging his full ejaculation in his daughter. "Uhuh," crooned Cat, "The last time was a little over two weeks ago, Daddy. So you can cum in me all you want." It was too much. As said, Jack was already cumming in the little girl, when this erotic message hit his mind like a blackjack filled with steel ball-bearings. Involuntarily, his hips hunched forward, instead of pulling back against his daughter's tightening legs, so the first thick jet of incestuous seed was ejaculated right up inside the little girl's tight little tunnel and almost forced into her receptive young womb by the pressure.A second thick squirt and then a third followed the first, until the child's vagina and womb were almost swamped with her father's lusty seed, and millions of tiny tadpoles had started making their way through the mucous plug of her uterus, wriggling their way further in, in search of the child's waiting eggs. By the time a fourth and then fifth surge of sperm started fighting their way into the girl's body, it was far too late for Jack to pull out, as several hundred-thousand of the lusty wrigglers were already through her cervix, while only one was necessary. Jack collapsed on his daughter, deciding he might as well enjoy the pleasures of her tight little tunnel squeezing in orgasm on his belching prick, as it was far too late to do anything else. At least Kathy seemed to have enjoyed it almost as much as he had. "Thanks, Kathy," he groaned, collapsing and almost crushing the little girl with his heartfelt hug and love for her, while his prick slowly shrank in the first-grader's belly and gave a few last ineffectual tries to ejaculate a little more incestuous sperm in the child's body. "Thanks, Daddy," she replied in turn, hugging him back just as hard, while trying to ignore his crushing weight. If she complained, she knew her father would get up and pull out, and her tiny cunny was still clamping and squeezing with mini-orgasms, as her body involuntarily milked her father's shrinking penis for every drop of precious seed. "That felt even better than when Jeffy or Mark does it." Cat didn't realize that a woman's second or third orgasm just built on the excitement of the earlier ones. "Thanks, Cat," said Melinda, grateful to her little girl for doing so much for the man they both loved. She was almost ready to ask Jack to "Promise Cat you'll get her pregnant, as often as you can," only she decided that maybe the erotic thought was just a little TOO scary for the man, and maybe she had pushed things far enough already. Maybe it was time to let her husband off the hook. "That was quite a nice fantasy you pulled on your father, pretending you've already started having periods like that," Melinda finished. The beaming look of pride she gave the little girl would have made anybody's day. "Pretending?" asked Kathy, seemingly puzzled, looking down with interest as her father climbed off of her. The slight wince she gave as the man extracted his half-hard dong from inside her was barely noticed. "Pretending about what, Mom?" The youngster seemed completely unconcerned about the incredibly erotic sight she made, with her legs spread, hair mussed, rosy pink nipples standing up on her tiny little chest, and the bare reddened, swollen, and slightly overused cunny between her legs, slowly oozing a thick white bubble of her own father's sperm. "About you having periods yet... bleeding from your vagina." The woman's voice had changed from pride to almost fright, and had a pleading note to it. "Oh that," shrugged Kathy, seeming almost uninterested. "Why would I pretend about something like that?" Kathy couldn't understand why everybody in the family was staring at her. Well, after all, the little girl WAS only seven years old.

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Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/interupt.txt

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Bound for Fun I

"For the next 6 hours, she's yours. You can do anything to her you want and make her do anything you want. The only restriction is NOTHING permanent." She looked at me sternly. I couldn't believe it. This woman was giving me free rein to do just about anything I pleased with her little girl. My cock strained at my trousers at the thought. June looked down and saw the lump in my pants and actually smiled. "I can see that you know what I mean," she said. It was all I could do to keep from losing it and wasting a gallon of sperm down my trouser legs. Still, thinking of the girl waiting in the other room for my "services" was restraint enough. I managed to force myself to breathe easier. "What do you mean by 'permanent'?" I asked, to be sure. I wasn't going to blow getting a second chance by going outside her rules. "For now," she said, "I mean nothing that would last beyond tomorrow morning. She's got to go to school tomorrow, and she's in swimming class, and she wears a bikini. No bruises, no broken bones, no piercing of any kind, not even earrings. No skin-breaking of any kind, such as scrapes, cuts, abrasions or most especially tattoos. And NO blood. If Lynn wants to do any of these things, and I decide she can, I want to be here to make sure you don't go too far. Understand?" I nodded. I did. "I'm not quite sure you do," she said. June looked at me with steel in her eyes. "I'm giving you permission to do just about anything you want to my little girl. But let me tell you something. If I come back, and Lynn's been 'damaged' in any way, you'll be peeing out of a hole where your prick used to be. Do I make myself clear?" She had. "Uh. You said 'No blood.' What about her virginity?" "She's been using tampons for over a year now. That's no problem." Maybe not, but it brought up another one. "Uh? Does your idea of 'permanent' damage include pregnancy?" I wanted to be sure. We both knew I'd be screwing this delectable piece, probably before she got to the mall. "Normally, that would be up to her," she said, giving me that steely look again. My hopes rose. Did she mean that she WANTED me to knock the kid up? I was brought down to earth when she continued. "But I don't think she deserves that privilege YET. I slipped some condoms in your top-right-hand dresser drawer while I was in there. Oh, one final thing:" "What?" I asked, somewhat disappointed that I wouldn't be allowed to plant a baby in the kid's cute little belly. Still, she hadn't said I wasn't EVER going to be allowed to do it. Just not this time. "Give her a 'safeword.'"Her mother's threat did have an effect on Lynn. She immediately stopped struggling and fighting to get words out around the gag. I guess she didn't really trust me enough yet to go past the originally scheduled 6 hours. "Now, you'll see that she gets plenty to eat and drink," said June, looking pointedly at my swelling penis. It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing. The three of us were playing games like I was really going to do something horrible to her little girl. Well, who knows, maybe I was. Still, she seemed to want it. I assured June that I would "feed" her little girl properly and yes, I would see that she got enough to "drink" too. I almost wet my pants at the lewd suggestion of what I was going to give the little girl to drink. Almost, but I decided to save it for Lynn, in case she got thirsty. Oh God! My cock was aching, and my gut too, with suppressed laughter. I could tell that both June and her mother got the 'point' as well, as June shook with suppressed giggles, and Lynn shook with fear... Or was that laughter too? "You'll see that she gets some sleep, while I'm gone, won't you?" She almost, but not quite, giggled. I assured her that I would not only put the little girl to "bed," but if necessary, I'd sleep with the little girl to "make sure she gets her rest." Lynn's eyes got real big at this, and she started making "mmmph," "MMmmmph!" noises through her gag. She looked frightened half to death. June bent down, kissed the little girl on the cheek, ignoring the frantic grunts of the little girl as she fought the gag, and said, "Now you be sure and do whatever Mr. Jones tells you to, dear. I'll be back tonight." With this, we both left the little girl, still bound hand, foot, and body, and went back into the living room, where she got ready to leave. As she prepared to go, I couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure about this? Lynn looked REALLY scared there, at the end." June's face lit up in a smile. "I knew you were the right one," she said. "I almost wasn't sure. Now I can quit worrying that you might really hurt her. Thanks. No, she could have stopped us anytime, right up until we left the room. Lynn WANTS to do this, and I'm not going to cheat her." "Unh. She couldn't say anything, once you put the gag back in her mouth," I pointed out. "She looked pretty scared there, when we left." June smiled again. "I guess I'll have to demonstrate," she said, then yelled, "LYNN. USE YOUR SAFEWORD. ONCE IF YOU'RE OK. TWICE, IF YOU WANT OUT!" There was silence from the other room, then faintly: "Bang bang bang," as the headboard of the bed hit the wall. Definitely an odd-number. Still, it MIGHT be a mistake, and she wanted to do it only twice. Silence afterward. "See," said June, then seeing my worry, "DO IT AGAIN, ONE TIME, IF YOU'RE OK!" Faintly: "Bang BANG bang." There was no doubt. "See," said June, "any strike, any three grunts, wheezes, bangs, etc., with about that same timing, and I know she's had enough." I was impressed. Here I thought I was the bondage expert. "Do you mind, if I use the same system?" I asked her. This had definite advantages. "If you wish. Or, you can use anything else you want. In the meantime, here's a number I'll be at, most of the time, just in case. Second, If you goof, or get carried away, Here's the number of the clinic we go to, and her doctor's name. If you hurt her, even by accident, the speed you get her to the doctor, determines whether you get to keep your balls or not. Do I make myself clear?" She did. "Perfectly," I said. "Also," she continued, "in case of a REAL emergency, there's always 911. If you have to use that number, the speed you use determines whether you get to keep your life, or not. Do I make myself COMPLETELY clear on that one?" She had. I gulped and nodded, suddenly unsure of whether I should go through with this myself. June decided for me. "See you tonight," she said, slipping out the door. "Don't go TOO easy on her either. Remember, she wants it, and if you do it right, this is just the beginning!" There was a click as the door shut. For a second, I stood there, looking at the door. Then I shook myself and headed for the bedroom, where a beautiful 16-year-old girl lay bound and gagged, waiting for me to return, knowing I had her mother's permission to do "anything I want" with her. Only six hours to work with. Hopefully, the little girl would be waiting on me naked, my sperm in all three holes, begging to be used, when her mother returned. Well, OK, sperm in two holes, but the third one well-used. I remembered her mother's instructions. I hoped that I would need to use a LOT of those foil packets that her mother assured me were in the top right-hand dresser drawer. There were enough. I'd have to be Superman to run out. There was a whole gross of them. I like people who plan ahead. Lynn had rolled over and was looking at me with frightened eyes as she saw me open the drawer. When she saw me examining the condoms, her eyes got big and frightened. I decided I'd better start. 5 hours and 50 minutes remained. "Lynn," I said. Her big blue eyes looked at me. "One time!" She looked frightened now. What rule had she broken, or was I going to give her to obey? "Your safeword remains the same. If you understand this and accept it, give me your safeword now. If not, just lie still and don't say anything." Lynn's foot managed to unbend enough to reach the footboard of the bed. With me there in the room, she didn't have to go through the gyrations necessary to bang the headboard against the wall. "Tap tap tap," went her foot, then she relaxed. "Fine," I said. "Now, do you REALLY want to go through with this? If not, use that safeword right now, and I'll untie you, and we'll just have a quiet afternoon together, reading or watching television. You'll go back with your mother this afternoon, and I'll never see you again." I waited. Then I waited a little more to be sure. Lynn didn't move. "OK," I said, suddenly the stern taskmaster. "Lynn, you raised quite a ruckus when your mother left. You almost sounded like you were scared of me. Are you scared of me Lynn?" Lynn's eyes were wide, but she started to shake her head. I grinned. I had thought I would have to ask her a couple of questions before I got lucky. "Oh Lynn," I said sadly, "now you did it. You lied to me. This is your first lesson, and the most important: Don't EVER lie to me. Understand?" Lynn nodded, as much as she could, being bound and gagged. "Now Lynn, I WAS going to untie you and let you stretch out for a while before we got started, but since you lied to me, I've got to punish you instead. You realize that, don't you?" The little girl nodded, a tear starting down her cheek. Obviously being bound for so long was REALLY beginning to make her uncomfortable. I resolved to give her a chance to please me relatively sooner than I had originally planned, so that she could unwind, before we got into the planned training schedule. Besides, I wanted to see the little girl naked, and trussed up like that, it would be impossible to get her clothes off. I picked her up bodily and put her across my knee. Lynn was shocked with the ease of which I handled her small body. "THIS!" I said, laying three healthy swats across her smooth little panty-covered ass, "is for lying to me! Next time, It'll be much worse!" "Unph Unnnph unh!" Lynn grunted in time with the swats. For a second, I was struck by the resemblance to her 'safeword' then remembered that she only did them in time to the swats, not out-of-sync. I resolved to stagger future punishment, so there would be no such confusions. After letting her rest for a second and get her breath after her first punishment, I continued. "And THIS!" I said, reaching down and ripping her panties off violently, leaving her bare-assed to six full-armed healthy blows, nearly as hard as I could swing, on her now pantyless bottom, "is to remind you that you are SUPPOSED to be scared of me." I didn't swing harder because the first three blows had told me that her rump wasn't as firm and full of muscle-tone as some of the women I knew, and if I gave her my full strength, it would probably break blood vessels and bruise her. My hands were strong and callused, and I could deliver swats hard enough to raise welts on even toughened veterans at this game. I liked to use my bare hands, at least at the beginning, for three reasons. First, I liked to feel a woman's (girl's in this case) bare bottom. Second, I could judge exactly how hard I hit. And third, I could test to see how firm she was, and therefore how much she could take later on. I hadn't really needed her mother's warning of "no bruises" - I NEVER bruised any of my "clients," or even my friends. I hoped that Lynn would end up being one of the latter. As it was, my callused hand on her bare bottom raised a nice shade of pink, as I very carefully spaced the blows, to both ensure that I didn't duplicate her "safeword" timing, and to make the red spread smoothly across her cute little bottom. I didn't want to raise a welt, but I DID want her to feel like I was. A fine point that some disciplinarians can't (or won't) do. By the time I finished, Lynn was crying for real, tears dripping on the bed.I could tell that this little girl had very rarely, if ever, received such abuse. Still, there was not even a hint of her "chickening out" and using her safeword. I was proud of her. "Now Lynn? I'm going to ask you again. Are you scared of me?" This time, Lynn nodded violently. "Good!" I said. "Remain that way, and we'll have very little trouble this afternoon." She did. "Now," I said, "as your reward for not struggling, when I spanked you, I'm going to take the ropes off you, and let you get undressed." Lynn's eyes got real big at this, and she started to shake her head, then thought better of it. I decided to temporarily remove the gag as well. "Do you have some kind of trouble with that?" I asked sternly. "Do I have to get undressed?" she asked plaintively. "I've never been naked in front of anyone except Momma before, and you're a man and..." "That's the idea," I said. "To really appreciate discipline, you've got to be naked and vulnerable. Later on, if you work hard enough to deserve it, I'll let you undress me, so that you won't feel so embarrassed at being the only one without any clothes on." Lynn's eyes showed me that she was even more frightened at this idea than being naked in front of me. I knew that she would feel differently before the day was through. Five hours and a half to go. Six hours later, I was fucking Lynn for the third time. Third time in the cunt, that is. Two used condoms lay on the floor beside me, and a white drop of sperm welling out of her well-used asshole attested to the fact that Lynn had been VERY good at getting me excited that day. The 16-year-old girl was strapped to a chair, crosswise, and gagged, as I gently fucked her again. Once in her ass, not 5 minutes before, and I was already about to cum in her tight little cunny. I couldn't believe how sexy the little girl had turned out to be. Being fucked like this was actually a reward I had devised for the little girl, after she had performed a striptease for me that would make a eunuch squirt sperm. I had managed to get most of it on tape, and had promised Lynn a copy to take home and look at. She didn't seem to mind that I would be showing off her sexy little body to tens, maybe even hundreds of other men. The thought of hundreds of men jacking off to her undressing on screen had so excited her that she had begged me to take her and fuck her. I had made her pay for the pleasure by tying her up so tight that she couldn't move or speak to show how much fun she was having. I had left one hand free to both allow her some movement and as access to her "safeword." I had so tightly gagged her that she couldn't even grunt, and the rest of her body was so thoroughly trussed up in the chair that she could barely move her free hand to reach me in thanks. It was this scene, with me naked behind her little girl, stroking for climax, that greeted June when she returned. She looked at where my condom-covered cock had vanished up inside her little girl's tight little hole. "Is she good?" she asked, as she watched me push up hard inside her daughter. I could feel the little girl's cervix open up around the head of my penis each time I bottomed out in her. It was only the thin film of the latex that had kept me from filling the little girl's womb with baby-making seed three times that day. Lynn had definitely been "good." I felt her tight little cunny clamp down on my prick. Hearing her mother, and knowing she was being watched, had triggered her orgasm. The feeling was exquisite. "Did she do everything she was supposed to?" asked June, as she watched me fuck her daughter. I remembered how the little girl had swallowed my piss and sucked me off without complaint only two hours before. This was her reward for doing such a good job on that and the striptease, and she definitely seemed to like what I was doing. Her vagina was now clamping down rhythmically on my cock as the little girl went into an almost continuous orgasm. Squeeze after squeeze. Only the gag in her mouth and the fact that she was barely able to move in the chair where I had tied her kept her from showing her appreciation even more. Still, from the rivers of cunt-fluid running from her over-used little slit, it was obvious, even to her mother, that Lynn was happy with what I was doing. "Oh God!" I said. "Did she ever!" "Then I think my little girl deserves a reward," said June. "Pull your cock out, all the way, so that I can see it. I want to make sure you're using that condom the right way." It was murder to pull out, but I did anyway. Lynn's little pussy didn't seem to want to let go. From her tied-down position, Lynn couldn't quite see what was going on between her legs. About this time, a big white sticky gob of sperm that had been slowly oozing out of Lynn's tight little ass picked this moment to gather itself together and start to slide down towards the gaping hole left by my exiting cock. June and I reached for Lynn simultaneously. I was about to wipe the little girl up with a Kleenex so she didn't get pregnant, when June almost blew my mind away. "I'll get it," she said, pushing me away. She reached out with her index finger and scooped up the big blob of white stuff. Then, she calmly took her finger and pushed it up inside her little girl's hole?! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Carefully, June wiped her finger off on the lips of her little girl's slowly closing cunny, making sure that every bit of my sticky cum was inside her little girl's vagina. "Now push it back in," she said. "We don't want to waste any of it." I gaped at her. "But she could get..." "Pregnant?" asked June. "You're right. Having a baby is serious business. When my daughter gets a big belly, I don't want it to be by ACCIDENT. You do know what I mean?" "I sure do," I said. "You're sure this is what you want?" "I'm sure," affirmed June. "Now you push your cock up inside her while I watch, so that I can make sure you're doing it right." Almost fainting with the thrill of watching my cock push my sperm up inside the little girl, I did as the woman asked. I took three good strokes, watching my sperm turn the outside of the condom white and sticky, before June asked me to pull out again. The by now continuous squeezing of the teenager's tight little slit almost had me cumming, but I grit my teeth, trying to hold out a little longer. "Oh good," said June, looking at my condom-covered penis. "It's a good thing you've got that on right," she said, pulling it down tight around the head of my penis, smoothing out the little gap I had left in the tip to allow for friction and to hold the sperm. "I bet you wish you didn't have this condom in the way, so you could feel my daughter's slick little cunny squeezing on your bare prick, while you squirted my little girl's womb full of baby-juice, don't you?" "You know, if this thing should somehow crack, or split," she continued, running a sharp fingernail over the now tightly stretched latex covering the bulging head of my cock, "you could actually squirt your sperm inside my little girl, and get her pregnant." With this, she pushed the head of my penis back into Lynn's tight little crack, just as the condom started to split around the tip and slide back painfully over the head of my engorged cock for a second, before the tear stopped, just behind the head that was now threatening to squirt my seed all over the inside of her daughter's tight little belly. "We wouldn't want that to happen by accident, would we?" I couldn't believe it. The woman was actually trying to get me to impregnate her little daughter! "No," I grunted, shoving my cock to the hilt in the little girl's belly. "We sure wouldn't want to get her pregnant by accident." I couldn't help it. My cock grew almost another inch as the thought of knocking this cute kid up, with her mother's connivance, was too much for me. This time, the whole head of my penis snapped into the little girl's womb as I started pumping sperm into her body like a fire-hose gone amok. Spasm after spasm shook me as I did my best to plant a baby in the child's receptive young womb. By now, her vagina was in one long continuous shuddering orgasm. I had seen it only a few times before, where a woman would not only climax several times but go into a state of almost continuous orgasm that didn't stop until either she collapsed from exhaustion or the man stopped stimulating her. I was proud that I had managed to get Lynn to such a state of excitement on our first time together. I was vaguely aware of the hand I had left free pulling on my hair as I spasmed inside her, forcing more and more of my sperm into her uterus. Tug tug tug. God it felt good to actually cum inside her, with my by-now bare penis feeling every inch of her squeezing little slit, filling her womb with my baby-making seed. TUG TUG TUG! "What the?" Suddenly, I was aware of what I was doing. OH MY GOD! For the first time, I realized just how far I had gone. Not only had I came in the little girl, possibly (Probably) getting her pregnant, but I had been so involved, I had ignored her safeword when she wanted me to stop. She must somehow have known what was happening and didn't want to get pregnant. Oh SHIT! I yanked my still-spurting penis from inside the little girl, spraying her backside and the outside of her vagina with the last sticky drops of my potent seed.As I frantically scrambled to untie her, June seemed to get in my way, hurriedly stripping the split condom from my penis and wiping the stray drops of sperm off her little girl's vagina. Lynn had collapsed, seeming unable to move, as I removed the last of the restraints and untied the gag with trembling fingers. I was so mad at myself I was shaking with suppressed fury. Never in my life as a "top" had I ever missed a client's first "safeword," let alone one from a friend. I knew I had blown whatever chance I had of making the relationship permanent with Lynn. She would never trust me now! More importantly, I would never trust myself. In the excitement of her mother "helping" me make a baby in the little girl, without her knowledge but with her (implied) consent, I had not only missed the first use of her "safeword" but had almost missed the second! The excitement was no excuse. A top couldn't afford to lose control. The whole idea was to make the bottom lose control, while the top kept his (or hers). Otherwise, what's the point of being a top? "Oh, Lynn," I was babbling, trying somehow, someway to apologize. "I'm so sorry. I didn't feel it the first time. What's the matter, Honey? Please speak to me. Please don't be mad. I'm so sorry. What's the matter? Lynn?!" This last was almost a scream, as by now I was frightened. Lynn just lay there, across the chair, gasping, not replying to either her mother's or my more and more frantic requests. Jesus Christ! What had I done?! I must have almost killed the girl, and never known it. I was finished as a top. Never again! "Felt... so... good!" gasped Lynn, as her breathing finally slowed down to a fast pant. By this time, June and I had her sprawled out on the soft carpet, with her arms and legs spread out, as though she were tied spread-eagled in a bed. She seemed to only hear part of my apology when I kept asking her if she'd forgive me for not stopping sooner. "Hated... to... make you... stop," she said; her words getting clearer now. "It was just too good. I couldn't stop cumming! Over and over and over. Finally, I had to stop, or I would have passed out. I thought I was going to die, it was so good. Whoooooo!" I breathed a sigh of relief. The intensity of her climax had been too much for such an inexperienced girl. I could understand her fear though. I had almost passed out myself, once or twice from sensual overload, and some of the "bottoms" I worked with came to me, just to have me produce such an experience for them. Next time, Lynn wouldn't have to stop. "Honey," I said, getting her attention, "you didn't have to stop. I know several women who do this all the time. Next time, just let it flow over you. You won't regret it." "But my heart felt like it was going to burst," said Lynn, "and I was losing consciousness." I smiled. "You're only 16, Lynn. I wouldn't worry about your heart giving out on you just yet. Now if you were 45 and overweight, maybe, but I don't think so. As to losing consciousness, you said you felt like you were dying of pleasure?" Lynn nodded. "Well, as a friend of mine, who does this all the time says, 'What a way to go!' You won't die from an overdose of pleasure, Lynn. You'll just wish you could!" I smiled at her. Lynn smiled back. June looked at me. "You're that good, huh?" What could I say? I shrugged. June turned to her 16-year-old offspring, looking so beautiful, with the red marks on her body already starting to fade into the flush from her recent orgasm. "Would you like to thank Mr. Jones for what he's done for you today?" she asked. For a second, Lynn paled, as she remembered how I liked to be "paid" for her fun. Then she bit her lip, gulped, and nodded. She could take a little more. I wondered what part of her body that I hadn't already hit, slapped, swatted or pinched, June was expecting me to use. It turned out that June's idea of "payment" didn't match mine. I prefer hers. "Tie her up in the bed," said June. "Face-up, and spread-eagled." A woman after my own heart. She picked up the two used condoms and followed me, as I followed her instructions, by picking Lynn up, enjoying the feel of her naked skin against mine. Soon, Lynn was helpless on the bed, the very picture of a young girl, about to be raped. My prick was aching hard again at the very thought. "Now look down," commanded June, as she motioned me to get between her daughter's legs. Lynn looked down, at where I was positioning myself. Her eyes bulged as she noticed that THIS time, I wasn't wearing a condom. "Momma!" she gasped. "He's not..." "Uhuh," said June. "You said you wanted to thank him. Well, it doesn't feel nearly as good to a man when he wears a condom. You'll REALLY show how much you appreciate what he's done for you if you let him put it in, just this once, without using a rubber." "But Momma!" wailed the girl. "I might get pregnant!" "Mr. Jones is a nice guy, Lynn," replied June. "I'm sure that if you'll do this for him, he'll pull out." "After you 'cum' inside her, I hope," she whispered in my ear, before continuing to her offspring. "Or, we could untie you now, and just go home, if you don't think he deserves the feel of your tight little cunny against his bare prick, squeezing and milking on it, trying to make him cum inside you. I thought you were grateful!" "Oh, go ahead," said Lynn. "I really want him to, but I'm just scared. I like the idea of him feeling me, and even me feeling him without a condom." She looked down, where my condomless penis was approaching her inviting little slit. "Momma! There's some cum on the head of his penis!" Sure enough, a white drop of sperm from my previous orgasm inside her was slowly welling out of the hole in the tip of my prick. It got slightly bigger as her mother grabbed my cock and firmly pressed the head, drop of cum and all, into her daughter's tight little cunny. "It's just a drop," said June, ignoring the fact that by the time she had inserted the head of my cock into her little girl, the drop was almost a third of an inch in diameter and threatening to fall off the tip. She also ignored the fact that it took only one drop to get her daughter pregnant, no matter how small that drop was. "But Momma!" said Lynn, then stopped protesting. By now it was too late, as she felt my cock slide home in her belly, hopefully leaving the cum on the tip pushed into her uterus, where it belonged. I had barely gotten inside her before I was threatening to start squirting baby-juice all over the inside of the little girl, instead of giving her the nice long loving screw she deserved. I needn't have worried. Watching me slide my sperm-dripping cock up in her belly must have triggered some primitive desire to reproduce in her. Feeling my (as she now knew) bare cock sliding in and out, knowing she MIGHT get pregnant, was both a thrill and a terror to the young girl. Also, she was still somewhat excited and not completely recovered from her earlier orgasm. Lynn began climaxing uncontrollably, after only two full strokes. It was too much for me. Feeling Lynn's tight little cunny in orgasm around my now bare quivering prick, and knowing that the girl actually KNEW this time that I might be getting her pregnant, while her mother tried every way she could to sneak more of my baby-juice into her daughter's fertile young womb, without the child suspecting, was WAY too much for my overexcited prick. I felt a wave of release go through me, as a pulse of sperm spat out of the head of my penis, into the welcoming belly of the teenager, this time with no latex barrier to get in the way. "Oh, LYNN!" I groaned, as a second pulse left still another big blob of seed in the girl's body. "I'm..." "Going to cum?" interrupted her mother. "Remember WHEN to pull out! After all, we want to be careful about making a baby, since Lynn is probably fertile right now. So you be SURE and do it right." A third contraction shook me, as I deposited one last pulse of sperm inside Lynn's vagina. I gasped and pulled out my still cum-leaking cock. A big glob of sperm slowly oozed out the tip and onto the little girl's bare belly, one drop, then another, until there was a little pool of white, obscenely puddled next to her navel. "I thought it would 'spurt' out," said Lynn, looking disappointed at the gooey puddle on her belly. "I guess you must have wrung him dry," said June, trying to keep Lynn from thinking I might have left the real spurts inside her, instead of outside. There was enough sperm puddled on her flat little tummy, though, to help alleviate that worry. "A guy just can't 'cum' and 'cum' like a woman can. He's only got so much." True, but in these circumstances, very deceptive. "Now let's see what we can do about this matter of you getting pregnant," continued June, rummaging in a bag on the floor, out of sight of her daughter. It's amazing how two people can hear the same words and get entirely different meanings. *I* heard her say she was doing something to GET her daughter pregnant, while LYNN heard her say she was doing something to KEEP her from BEING pregnant. Amazing. "Found IT!" she said, triumphantly, holding up a plastic case. "But Momma," said Lynn, by now confused, "isn't it a little late for that?" By now, June had removed a pink rubber device that I recognized as a woman's diaphragm. I was as confused as her daughter. "Not for what I have in mind," said June.Again, a different meaning to each of us. "First, let me wipe this off you," she said, taking a plastic spoon from her purse and scraping up the glob of cum on her daughter's belly. My jaw dropped as I watched what she did next. Calmly, she poured the puddle of cum into the cup of the diaphragm! "Now where's that 'sperm jelly'?" she said, fumbling around until she found the two used condoms. I was gasping in absolute admiration for the way she had her daughter hearing one thing while I heard just the opposite. What an incredible, kinky lady! June milked every last drop of cum out of the condoms, smearing it all over the inside of the rubber cup. "You want to make sure you cover every inch," she told both of us. "I need a little more." With this, she reached out to the still dripping tip of my cock and added the drop on the end to the puddle in her little girl's sperm-filled baby-barrier. I still couldn't believe I was hearing and seeing what I did, as I watched the woman carefully pick up the semen-filled diaphragm, curling it a little and remarking, "Mustn't spill the 'sperm jelly'," and inserted it into the 16-year-old girl, pushing it home with a snap. Almost all the sperm I had ejaculated that day was now trapped inside her daughter's vagina, soaking into the little girl's womb, behind the latex barrier. I was ready to cum again at just the thought. Too late now. "Now," said June, closing the plastic case with a snap and putting it back in her purse, "we can give her a douche, without washing the sperm." "If you douche after being fucked, sometimes you'll just wash the sperm up into your womb, instead of washing it out," she explained. "Lynn's got to go to school tomorrow, without smelling like a whorehouse. So, we'll douche her now, and she can just leave that diaphragm in for a couple of days to make sure. Her period's in about two more weeks, so she could be fertile right now." How she managed to say this with a straight face, I'll never know. I was in too much of a state of disbelief and shock to even giggle at the woman's double meanings. Not to mention, admiration. Together, we untied Lynn. (NOW I knew why June had REALLY wanted the little girl tied up. She didn't want Lynn to see what kind of "sperm jelly" [NOT spermicidal jelly] went into that rubber cup.) June took Lynn into the bathroom, gave her the promised "douche," and an enema too, and had her take a shower, before they headed home. "You're a nasty, sneaky, devious old woman," I said to June, while Lynn showered in the other room. "Trying to get your little girl pregnant, without her knowing. Shame on you. I love it. If I wasn't so in love with your daughter, I'd be asking you to marry me." "Well," grinned June back at me, "pretty soon, she's not going to have much choice, is she? Remember back when we came here, I said if you do it right, I'd see that you weren't disappointed? Well, are you happy?" "I'm happy," I said. "I just hope Lynn's happy too." "Oh, don't worry. She will be. She likes you, and she really LOVES babies. She's always baby-sitting, and you should see the look on her face, when she's got a drooling little bundle of joy in her arms. I just decided to speed things up a little, and give her a little surprise, for Christmas." I counted on my fingers. March-15th, plus nine-months. Close enough. "You WILL invite me over to see the baby?" I asked, seriously. "Well actually, I was expecting the two of YOU to invite ME over." "It's a date." As they left, I heard Lynn whispering to her mother, "Mom! You let him put his thing in me, when there was still cum on it. You'd almost think you WANTED me to get pregnant." "You WOULD almost think so, wouldn't you?" replied June. "I noticed you weren't exactly turned off by the idea though." "Well... I'd just better not. Can you imagine me going to school with a big belly? God, I hope his sperm doesn't leak past that diaphragm!" "I hope so too, dear." Two nights later, they both stopped by again. June told me that her daughter was fine, and that she had liked what we had done but, she wanted to try "regular" sex for once. Since Lynn didn't have a regular boyfriend, (Hard to believe, with HER body.) she wanted to try it with me, to see which kind she really preferred. June (correctly) figured that I wouldn't mind "doing the honors" even if straight-vanilla sex wasn't usually my thing. Besides, they didn't have the time for a full-blown "lesson" this time. Well, if you think that I was going to turn down ANY chance at screwing this girl who had even an old bachelor like me thinking really seriously about how I could trap this SYT (sweet young thing) into saying "Yes," to the classic question: "Do you, Lynn Anthony take this man..." (OK, I'm not so old. 27 is considered young, by most people. It's just old compared to 16) Well, anyway, If you think I'd pass up such a chance, then you're crazier than I am. Besides, I'd been having wet dreams, ever since that incredible night where her mother had "helped me out," so to speak. Even straight-vanilla sex has its things going for it: Bare-body sliding against bare-body, the slap of bellies coming together, the satisfying *spurt* of hot fresh cum into a receptive young womb, the sweet panting in your ear of a young girl who's *trying* to get pregnant, the tongue in your mouth and in your ear, the sweet ripples of a bare vagina milking your seed into a fertile vagina, the... Sorry, I got carried away with my daydreams. These things usually didn't happen to ME. Most of the women I dealt with were both religiously on birth-control, and expected me to use a condom besides. I was quite happy with this, as (up to now) I had no intentions of ever getting married. Much as I enjoyed sex, I found the thought of settling down with one woman, shall we say, unsettling. Until two days ago, that is. Now, I wondered how I was going to make it through the rest of my life, if Lynn said "No," when I got up enough nerve to ask her. To answer the question that might be bothering you: No, I did NOT plan on using the baby that might even then be growing in her sexy little tummy, as a point of leverage. I planned on asking Lynn to marry me, BEFORE she even knew about it. If I could just get up my nerve, that is. And: Yes, if she refused me, I'd still see that she got child-support. I just hoped she'd let me visit the kid, at least on weekends. I take my responsibilities seriously, and pay my debts. All of which June knew, or she would never have pulled that incredible stunt the other night. So you can see, that I was definitely not adverse to having sex with Lynn. Not even plain old-fashioned missionary-style sex. Just as long as I got my thick fat cock up inside her tight little hole, and managed to leave a generous helping of the sperm that I had been saving for the last two days in her sexy little tummy. (No, I hadn't "cum" since Lynn and June were last over. Each time I started to "jack-off" it was such a disappointment, after that incredible last scene in the chair, and on the bed, that I lost my hard-on, before I finished. Let's face it, I was spoiled, and was hoping that I could somehow repeat it with someone [hopefully Lynn] before my balls burst. None of my regular clients, or even friends [female that is] were available that week though.) I wondered if June had any more kinky ideas, like last time. It turned out, that she did. Or at least, another variation of the same one. She told me later, that she had to work carefully on Lynn for the last two days, to set this up, or I wouldn't have gotten to see either of them, until the next weekend. (What happened THEN, is a different story, and not nearly so nice.) THIS time, June wasn't leaving. She wanted to supervise every step of THIS "lesson," to be sure that Lynn "got it done right". My cock ached at the thought of what June REALLY wanted me to "do right" with her daughter. After she had explained all this, June had us all get undressed together. Surprisingly, Lynn didn't seem to object, at seeing her own mother naked with me, and it became apparent, that she expected me to have sex with HER as well! June explained that neither of them were the jealous types, and Lynn had already told her, that she would be welcome to come over and "get relief" from her husband, if she ever got married. June had already let Lynn "play with" a couple of June's dates, but things had never progressed very far yet. Well, Lynn had actually sucked off ONE of June's dates one morning, when he had stayed overnight, and Lynn found him in the bathroom the next morning. Except for that and tampons, Lynn had actually been a virgin, when I so thoroughly "used" her two nights ago, and I hadn't even known. I had suspected she might be, but what girl her age really is, at 16? Especially one as sexy and full of life as Lynn? It began to look as if I not only had gotten a virgin, but if I married Lynn, I'd get her mother thrown into the bargain. Wow! What a way to sweeten the pot! I mentioned before that Lynn was sexy didn't I? I did? Good. Well, where Lynn was sexy, June was voluptuous. For every curve Lynn had, June had more. As I mentioned before, if I hadn't fallen so hard for Lynn, that all other women seemed to pale beside her, then her mother would probably be the type I'd be chasing. If I got Lynn, I'd get her TOO?! WHAT an incentive!My hormones were already out of control, thinking about having Lynn around as a permanent bed-partner and life-partner as well (hopefully). This was enough to make my mind go out of kilter. While all this was running through my mind, it wasn't over 15 minutes from the time they walked in the door before we were all naked, sitting around the kitchen table, discussing sex and babies, and even names for them, while we drank a pre-sex cup of coffee. A nice way to warm-up. I recommend it highly. June then said that she'd better do something about that diaphragm that Lynn still had in her from the other day. "Sperm usually only live about three days or so in a woman's vagina," she explained to both me and Lynn. "So this should be about the right time to change it." June had Lynn spread her legs, while she removed the diaphragm that had been keeping my sperm trapped inside the girl's body for the last two days. "We've got to be sure to do this right," continued June, "as this is Lynn's best time to 'catch'. I checked her temperature this morning and used a litmus test as well. She should be ovulating right now. So, I'm going to make sure this diaphragm is 'properly' prepared before she uses it again." I could only gaze in awe at the woman's sheer brass, of telling me she expected me to impregnate her daughter, while using the exact same words to tell the girl that she was protecting her from that very same thing! "Now you go into the bathroom and douche," said June, "while I fix this diaphragm." I still couldn't believe June could say this with a straight face. Me, I was so much in awe, I didn't even THINK of laughing. Besides, I knew June would half kill me if I did. Not to mention losing out completely in the "baby" sweepstakes with Lynn. While Lynn dutifully paraded her cute little ass off to the bedroom, I watched in admiration as June took the diaphragm over to the sink to clean it off, before "fixing" it for Lynn. I looked at it with disappointment. I had hoped to: A. Be able to see some of my "cum" still inside it. It was just wet-looking, with normal vaginal secretions. Lynn's body must have soaked up all the semen. And: B. I had hoped to somehow be allowed to fuck the little girl without ANY barriers keeping my sperm out of the child's womb. June seemed to be planning on using the diaphragm to protect her daughter from pregnancy this time. Oh well! At least ONCE, I had done it. Actually squirted my seed in the little girl's unprotected belly, that is. I mustn't get TOO greedy. Not many bachelors got even ONE chance. While I was thinking this, I watched as June first carefully cleaned the rubber cup and ring, then pulled an Exacto-Knife out of her purse, and calmly CUT THE RUBBER LOOSE FROM THE RING! Even watching her, I couldn't believe it. She then reached over to my pre-cum dripping cock with her finger, and smeared it all over the ring, lubricating it, and then palmed both ring and rubber cup in her hand, as Lynn returned, explaining to both of us, "I put the 'sperm jelly' all over the ring, to lubricate it, and to make sure it performs properly." I was almost ready to waste about a gallon of baby-juice all over the floor, instead of planting it up inside Lynn's tight little slit, where her mother so obviously wanted me to put it. I watched, almost in disbelief, as June had her daughter spread her legs again, and inserted the now rubber-cupless ring into the girl's tight little hole. Somehow, she managed to do it, without Lynn ever noticing that her mother still had the rubber barrier in her palm AFTER inserting the rubber ring inside her. "There!" said June, with satisfaction. "Now Mr. Jones can fuck you without having to use a condom, and you won't worry. He can put his bare cock right up inside you, and squirt his sperm inside you, just as if you two were married, and you were actually TRYING to make a baby. Won't that be fun? Trying to make a baby, without having to worry about it?" While I nodded, Lynn's face lit up. "Oh THANK you Momma!" she said. "I've always wanted to try and make a baby, but I've been scared to. At least THIS way, I can feel what it's like, when Mr. Jones 'makes a baby in me,' without having to worry." I had a fit of coughing, while I got my face under control. June looked at me sternly, then grinned at me. "See," she said, "wasn't I right?" It took me a moment to remember our conversation from the other day, then I nodded gravely. It seemed that she WAS right. Lynn DID want it, she was just scared, and June had found a way to give her daughter what she really wanted, without the fear. Or, at least that's what I tried to convince myself. The mind will rationalize anything. By this time, we were both so hot, I was about to lose everything all over the floor, before we even got into the bedroom, where the evening's entertainment had been planned. When I mentioned this to June, she suggested we do it the first time, right were we were. She had Lynn come over and straddle me in the chair, and slide down my engorged cock while she watched. SHIT! Two days of dreaming about it, and all this sexy preamble, combined with the moist hotness of the sexiest girl I have ever known sliding down my cock, made me blow it. And I do mean BLOW! Before I was halfway inside her, I was spouting great big gobs of sperm all over the inside of her squeezing little belly. By the time she was fully seated on me, and the head of my penis was pressing up against the tiny hole in her open uterus, I had spasmed the little girl full of three big healthy squirts, and I was already starting to lose it as the pulses of cum started to subside. Surprisingly Lynn didn't mind. SHE was overexcited too! "Oh Momma!" she exclaimed. "He's cumming in me! I can feel it. Just like he's making a baby in me! Oh Momma, it feels so GOOD!" With this, I felt a hard squeeze, then an even harder one, as her tight little cunny milked on my prick, and spasmed so hard around it, I felt like she was going to cut it in two. Squeeze, squeeze, SQUEEZE! Ooohhh! It felt so good! My cock responded with two more healthy squirts, then a couple of spurts, then dribbles. God she was nice! Two minutes later, we were both sitting there, enjoying the afterglow of sex, while her warm little cunny gave my softening prick an occasional friendly squeeze. We just sat there, and cuddled. This was so nice and friendly. I daydreamed about waking up every morning, and having breakfast just like this, with her sitting on me, and my cock up inside her, not really fucking, just enjoying each other while we ate. It was almost enough to make me forgo the pleasures of bondage and discipline for the chance to do this. Then, I thought of combining the two, and my shrunken cock started to swell again. Oh god! I was about to cum again, just at the thought! When June saw us start moving for the second time, she interrupted. "I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds," she said with a grin. "But we only have so much time. Weren't you going to try it in bed, just like married people do, when they make babies?" I blushed red as a beet, as June reminded me that that was exactly what I was doing to her daughter. Making a baby in the little girl, and Lynn didn't even know it. By now, the little girl had enough baby-juice in her tight little belly to knock up a regiment of young girls like her. It only had to get through her cervix, and up inside her womb, to do the job. It turned out, that June planned on fixing this, too. Not content with just having me fuck her daughter without any real protection, she had figured out a way that would almost ENSURE my sperm the best possible chance of knocking the little girl up. When we got to the bedroom, June asked her daughter to, "Lie back on the bed, before you start. I want to make sure Mr. Jones' sperm only goes where it's supposed to. You can't always trust these diaphragms. Sometimes, they get holes in them, or not properly put in place. I've got something here, I brought along to help." Dutifully, Lynn lay back on the bed, as her mother rummaged in her purse. In a few seconds, June had extracted a TURKEY BASTER? What the? My confusion was short lived, as she explained. "With this, I can suck up all of Mr. Jones' sperm, and see that it doesn't go where it's not supposed to," she said, motioning me to hold open her daughter's cunt lips, so that she could get the baster inside. "Oh Momma. I can do it!" said Lynn, trying to push me aside. "Not the way I want it done. Now you just lie back here and slide these two pillows underneath your rear, so I can get at you right, and let me and Mr. Jones attend to things, OK?" "Okay Momma. If you say so." Dutifully, she lay back on the bed, and let me open her up to her mother's ministrations. June actually DID use the turkey-baster, to suck up my sperm from inside her little girl. She poked around, drawing giggles from Lynn, and suctioned up every drop. She even took the baster to my cock, and sucked up not only a stray drop of cum seeping out the end, but she put it up against the piss-hole, and somehow managed to get an incipient drop that hadn't yet emerged. THEN she did it. I had been expecting something like this, ever since she had pulled that baster out of her bag. I KNEW this device was NOT designed to keep her daughter from getting pregnant. Not with all the other things she had done.So it was with some admiration for her ingenuity, but no real surprise, when she finished suctioning all the sperm up, that she reached into her bag again and pulled out an enema-nozzle that had been slightly modified, and inserted it into the end of the turkey-baster. "I've been planning THIS for months," she explained to me. "Ever since I read a story called 'PREGGIE SARAH' on the internet. It took me about two weeks to make it, after several false tries." June then continued to her daughter, "We want to get ALL the way up inside you, to make sure the sperm is all out of your vagina, and where it belongs, so hold still. You'll probably feel it poking around your uterus." "OK, Momma." I watched as June rubbed a little sperm all over the tip, to lubricate it, then pushed the whole contraption up into her daughter's vagina. Once it had gone in about 7 or 8 inches, there was an "Ow," from Lynn, as her mother felt around with the tip. "I've got to get it all," explained June, feeling around with the tip. "It's OK, Momma. Ow." "Almost got it... There." The turkey-baster suddenly slid about 3 inches farther into the little girl's hole. "Does that hurt?" "Unh! No, Momma. It feels weird though. Like you're up inside my tummy." "That's good, dear. I want to get all Mr. Jones' sperm, especially the stuff that's all the way up inside you. Now hold still. I might have to push a little, and you may feel some pressure." "OK, Momma." I watched in sheer awe, amazement and delight, as June lifted the turkey-baster up, until all the sperm she had collected ran down towards the tip, then with a gentle squeeze, she injected every drop of my seed directly into her little girl's womb. There was a quiet "phlup," as the homemade artificial-insemination device did its work. I almost came in sync with it, wasting my valuable sperm on the floor, instead of in the child's womb, like the rest of it. "There!" said June in satisfaction, as she removed the baster. "Now you don't have to worry about his sperm inside your vagina any more. I moved it to where it'll be safer." "Thanks, Momma." "You're welcome. Now why don't you two try doing it on the bed this time. I'll do this again later, to make sure you don't get pregnant by accident." Both Lynn and I were agreeable. She from the internal stimulation of having her mother poking around in her, and me from the thought of this incredible sexy, kinky woman actually squirting my sperm in her own daughter's womb, while making the kid think she was doing it to keep her FROM getting pregnant?! Wow! Both Lynn and I were on our way to a rousing climax, within 2 minutes of my climbing on top of her. Once I did, June repeated her "ensuring Lynn didn't get pregnant by accident," by seeing to it that the girl got pregnant deliberately. What a woman! When she finished, June "checked" the diaphragm, her daughter was wearing, by removing it, and somehow replacing it with an intact one from her purse, carefully adding extra drops of cum from my penis to "lubricate" it, before inserting the now intact baby-barrier back inside her little girl. She managed to do this, right under Lynn's nose, as the woman had her daughter hike her ass up in the air on a pillow, so that her mother could "get at things better" (and incidentally "hide" things better, as well). Afterwards, June wanted me to do her as well. Sadly, I was unable, as my cock had seen too much excitement in her little girl's tight little snatch. I was too much of a gentleman, to send her away unsatisfied though, after what she had done for me. My penis may not always be up to the job, but I always have a tongue, and ten healthy fingers. After I had eaten both her, and Lynn out twice, my flagging cock was starting to show signs of life again, but they both had to go, as Lynn had school the next day, and June had to work. June made it plain, that next time, she expected me to save SOME for her, and not give it ALL to her daughter. My cock ached afterwards, as I watched them go, wondering if she meant what I thought she did. Well, she hadn't let me down yet! The last I saw of Lynn that day, was when she walked down the hall with her mother, still looking like the innocent school-girl, trying to be sexy, while her mother gave her some last instructions. "Now tonight, Lynn, I want you to sleep on your back, with a pillow underneath your rump. If there's any sperm inside you, I want it to stay on the right side of that diaphragm. Understand?" "Yes, Momma." <giggle> "It's almost like what you do, when you WANT to get pregnant, huh?" "Almost exactly the same.

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Telephone

"Sometimes she makes me so mad!" It's a bit distracting to be interrupted during sex like that. "Who?" I asked. "Marie. She gets all stuck up and stuffy; using big words." I remembered Marie. Far from "stuck up," my niece was as eager to feel my prick stretching her belly as my daughter. "Big words, Hon?" Sandy wriggled around on my prick, bringing groans from me and squeals of delight from her. "Oh, Marie says 'cause we went cross-country without boots, that we should feel proud." "Cross-country?" I thought, then guessed: "Oh... You mean, 'Around The World'?" "No... Interstate... intercounty... something." "Oh... I'm not sure I understand." "Since Marie met this new teacher down at school, she's using all these big words. She acts *proud* and says she's Magma... No, pragma-something." "Pragmatic?" "Yeah... Think so. Ever since she met Mr. Class, Marie's been bragging about how she's pragmatic. She thinks *I* should be proud too... for not even *knowing* the guy! It don't make sense!" Well... Marie *was* rather pragmatic... especially the time I accidentally came inside her. She just said, "Don't worry about it." "Who's this teacher she knows?" I couldn't remember a "Mr. Class" in either of their schools. "Mr. Class... No, Mister Recess. No... Something about time in school. What do you call the time when each class is held?" "A period?" "Yeah! That's IT! She knows Mr. Period." Oh God. The school bell finally rang. This was like figuring out the original message in a game of "Telephone." "You mean... Your cousin thinks that since we had intercourse without a rubber, and she knows she missed her period, that she's pregnant, while because you *haven't* seen your period, you are too?" "That's IT."

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/telephne.txt

Teaching the Boys

"Now watch closely," I said to the watching boys. "In a second, I'm going to cum inside your sister and try to get her pregnant, so I want you all to watch and see what to do when it's your turn." The three boys could only nod, and I barely caught that out of the corner of my eye as I concentrated on the little girl squirming underneath me. "In a second," I repeated to Sandy, "I'm going to squirt that white stuff I told you about, that makes babies, right up inside you, so you can feel what it's like. When I do, I want you to squeeze my prick as hard as you can and milk all the sperm out of me, so you'll have a better chance to catch, OK?" Sandy just groaned, rocking her hips against mine, while digging her heels into my back the way I had taught her to. The feel of my own daughter's tight little slit milking and squeezing on my prick finally had the effect I knew it would. I felt first a tingle, then a dribble, then finally a thick, healthy SQUIRT of cum ripple through the tube on the bottom of my prick and into the child's welcoming belly. "Oh God," I groaned. "Here it comes, Honey. Daddy's making a baby in that cute little tummy of yours. Fuck back, Honey... Fuck back at Daddy. Make me cum." With each grunt, I forced myself as far into the little girl as I could, while my penis performed its intended purpose of delivering my sperm inside a fertile female. Each healthy surge of thick white cum squirting inside her felt incredible to me. I don't know if Sandy could feel each ejaculation, but she seemed to react to my thrusts as if she did, grunting and moaning her satisfaction in my ear, while squirming wildly against me. For sure, the thought of carrying her own father's baby was not even tempting her to pull away... Far from it, in fact. With each heavy blast of cum teeming with millions of sperm, Sandy worked to force herself even tighter against me, until it felt like I was trying to work half my body into her tight little hole. Finally, I collapsed on top of my daughter, as the ability to ejaculate any more left me. It was with some effort that I managed to keep from falling asleep that way, but the knowledge of the three watching boys kept me awake. I could barely groan as I rolled off Sandy's body, the sensation of my little girl's incredibly tight little slit milking the final drops of semen out of my prick as we pulled apart, almost giving me yet another erection. Sandy groaned too... in disappointment? Well, perhaps that was only my fantasy. Still, she wasn't complaining. "Now Mike," I barely managed to speak clearly, "it's your turn. I want each of you three boys to practice what I just showed you, so your sister can feel what it's like with different guys. Since you're the oldest, you go first." Mike looked down at where his little sister's cunny was spread and oozing a tiny trickle of white, belying the enormous gouts of sperm-containing cum I had left inside her. The lips were reddened and swollen... and completely slippery with both her juices and mine. I knew the little girl would have no difficulty accommodating the older boy's penis, especially after having her father's thick dong inside her. I don't remember Mike climbing on the bed. The next thing I do recall is an instant's view of my son's prick touching the swollen, red, and puffy lips of Sandy's cunny... and then the two siblings' pelvises met as they mated in frantic urgency. It seems that watching me impregnate their little sister had gotten all three boys so hot and horny they weren't able to hold out for more than a second or two against the little girl's squeezingly tight little hole. However, Sandy (again) never complained, just working with her brothers in turn, milking and squeezing with her vagina on their pricks, accepting their slobbery kisses, working her chest, tummy and pelvis against their ragged thrusts, as each of the older boys climbed on top of her body and banged away. As Mike began shuddering in climax almost immediately on getting inside her (no surprise to ME, as I knew it was the first time the older boy had actually stuck his prick inside a girl), I encouraged him. "Now Mike, you be careful when you cum inside your sister," I admonished him, as he did just that. "Sandy's not on birth-control, and her period was just a little over two weeks ago... So there's a good chance you're getting your little sister pregnant right now, understand? Make sure you do it right." "Uh, UHHH, UghhhH!" the boy groaned in somewhat of an answer, and somewhat just in reaction, as he jerked and spasmed on top of his little sister. "Yes Dad," Mike finally groaned, as the last thin trickles of sperm oozed out of his prick and into the little girl's welcoming body. Shortly after that (it didn't take more than five minutes for both of them), the two younger boys, Daniel and Jacob, followed suit, leaving gobs of thick white cum inside their own sister's tight little slit, until when Jake was finished, my daughter's cunny was oozing and dripping with slippery goo. To his surprise, I motioned Mike back on top of his little sister again. I had noticed that watching his little brothers fucking the child had aroused the older boy's erection all over again. Oh, the resilience of youth! I knew that even with the extreme stimulation of watching all three boys trying to impregnate their little sister, it would be at least a half hour (and probably longer) before I would have enough of a hard-on to do the same thing myself. "Now Boys," I said, while watching Mike sheathe his prick inside his little sister again, "from now on, I'll expect each of you to impregnate your little sister as often as you can. I'll do the best to help out whenever I can too, but if Sandy gets pregnant in the next few months, I'll really expect it to be by one of you boys. Got that?" Jake and Danny looked at me in surprise. The knowledge finally percolating into their minds that I actually WANTED them to knock up their little sister? Still, neither boy objected, either then, or to what I added later. Mike was too busy actually TRYING to father his child on the little girl to object himself. "So from now on, Sandy," I added, "I'll expect you to let me know if each of the boys doesn't fuck you at least three times a day, OK?" "Uh, Uh, Uh," Sandy groaned, in response to her big brother's thrusts inside her vagina. I took that as an affirmative, and continued, "I'm sure that three healthy young boys like you can manage to get it up that often. Each of you should be able to fuck your sister at least once a night before bedtime, once in the morning before school or Church, and two or three times during the day as well. Like I said, 'I'll do what I can to help too, but I'm not as young as you kids are.'" Not one of the kids protested. (What I would have done if they had... especially if Sandy had shown even the slightest objection to having her own brothers feel her up, put their pricks inside her cunny, fuck her, cum inside her, ejaculate their thick white cum right up inside her fertile young womb, and get the little girl pregnant with her own brother's babies, I don't have the foggiest notion... except I knew I would be in BIG trouble. Thankfully, that scenario never came up.) As I left the room, I could hear Jake going for HIS second "turn". I looked back, and sure enough Sandy had her legs wrapped around the boy, pulling him into her body just like I had taught the youngster to do. God, I'm proud of my kids!"If we try to stop the kids from having sex, what happens, and how do we do it?" My wife looked at me for a second, then calmed down enough to listen. I knew I was home free. "Look," I said, "if you start beating the kids, Social Services will come around and find out why. If you call the Cops, the same result will happen... All three boys will probably end up in jail for 'statutory rape' of their little sister, and SHE will end up in a foster home. Even if they don't end up in jail, for sure all FOUR kids will end up in foster homes, as they won't trust US any more to keep them away from each other. Do you WANT all four of our kids taken away from us?" Marcia looked at me. For a moment I thought she was mad enough to risk even that. Then she collapsed against me. "But what can we DO?" she almost wailed. "We can't just let them go on having sex together, can we? Besides, I can't let the boys rape their own sister. If we have to send them to jail to protect her, then what other choice DO we have?" "Um... I think you'd better see something," I said. Motioning to my wife to be silent, I led her down the hall to the bedroom where I hoped the orgy I had seen start earlier would still be going on. It was. Cracking the door slightly, Marcia and I had a perfect view of Sandy lying on the bed, her legs wrapped around Mike, pulling the older boy into her body, while he worked towards yet another climax. Off to one side, the two younger boys were obviously waiting their turns to repeat their earlier exploits. Once she had seen clearly what was going on in the child's bedroom, I carefully closed the door. "See," I said. "Does THAT look to you as if Sandy was being raped?" "No... but we've GOT to stop them," moaned Marcia, sinking down on the carpet in the hall. "Think about it," I said, once again. "Now that they've all learned what sex is about, and how good it feels to have sex, what do you think the chances are they'll quit? Hell, once you and I started having sex, how much chance do you think either of OUR parents would have had at stopping US?" "You don't mean we should just let them go ON having sex?" My wife's voice was incredulous. "What other choice DO we have?" I asked. "Other than having the boys arrested and put in jail?" "But... but... but, she might get PREGNANT," wailed Marcia. "At LEAST, we'll have to put her on the pill... if it's not too late already. My God, the kid is only 11 years old!" "Um," I said, "you realize that that too, is up to her. Like I said, I told the kids about where babies come from, and about birth-control." (I had too... I just hadn't suggested that they ever use any... or intimated that I would supply it if asked. [I would; but ONLY if asked.] With my plans, I had no expectation that any one of the four kids ever WOULD ask... but I certainly didn't tell Marcia that.) "You saw them," I reminded her. "Did it look like any one of the boys were trying to keep Sandy from getting pregnant? In fact, from the way she had her legs wrapped around her big brother, I doubt if Mike could have pulled out of her if he wanted to." "Oh God." "Uhuh," I pushed my point. "From the look of things, since I told them about how she could get pregnant and have a baby, they've actually been TRYING as hard as they can to do it. And unless we send them off to reform school or something, there's not much doubt that eventually they'll succeed." "Oh God," repeated Marcia. "What'll we DO then?" Finally! "Nothing," I replied. "Nothing? You mean we just LET the kids continue this way, breeding their own sister, like it was something everybody does?" "Uhuh. Well, after all, it WAS you who wanted more kids anyway." It took almost three more hours before I convinced her; but once she was on-board, it seemed like my horny wife was almost as eager to see our daughter with a big belly as I was. She still didn't know that there was a good chance (a VERY good chance) that if Sandy got pregnant right away, the kid might very well be mine; as my sperm was the first to find its way into our daughter's womb, right while the little girl was at the peak of her fertility. I wasn't about to tell my wife that... yet. However, it was a couple of days later that Marcia found Sandy and me in our bedroom one afternoon, with her little girl rising and falling on my engorged prick, until the child's tight little slit milking and squeezing on my swollen dong caused me to jerk and squirt our daughter's womb full of jet after potent jet of incestuous cum; filling the child's loins with my seed until my wife finally collapsed and gave in completely to the idea of not only the boys having sex with her little girl, but her husband as well. After all, with Sandy squirming, jerking, cooing, and rutting like an oversexed mink on top of me like that, it was obvious that the horny little slut (A compliment!) was NOT being forced. I just looked at my wife and shrugged; as if to say, "Well, what CAN I do?" ... as if it had been our daughter who seduced ME. I must have pissed almost a gallon of sperm in the child's womb at the thought of my wife watching me impregnate our little girl. A little over a week and a half later, Sandy missed her period. I'll never know if the child that grew in her womb is my daughter or granddaughter... and even now, almost seven years later, I really don't WANT to know. All I DO know, is the little girl is the light of my life. Her, and her five little sisters.

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/tch-boys.txt

The Breeders Cup

"I can too!" I shouted at my twin sister. "I can have more than you!" "Andrea, you're a virgin, and I'm already starting my second trimester. There's no way in the world you can beat me," Heather replied scornfully. As usual, my twin and I were arguing up in our room. This time, though, I was determined to win. You see, it all comes down to the fact that Heather is fourteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds older than me. She has used the label of "big sister" to constantly boss me around and tell me what to do. I mean, it's only fourteen and a half minutes, for crying out loud! This time, our argument was a little more important. Heather was going into territory that I considered solely mine. She was going to move in on Daddy. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Andrea Garcy, and I'm thirteen years old. I have long blond hair, green eyes, and a petite figure. I live with my Father, Michael, older brother Greg (who's fifteen), and my twin sister Heather. Mom was killed in a plane crash when we were only about two, so I don't really have many memories of her, but that's okay. Daddy is the best mother a girl could have. Well, Heather and I have not gotten along all that well all our lives. In spite of being twins (or maybe because of it), we just are opposites in so many ways (maybe because we TRY so hard to be different). My sister is the adventurous one. She's the perfect tomboy. She plays sports and war with Greg and all the boys on the street. No matter where Greg is, there you'll find Heather, playing and fighting to help him win. I, on the other hand, am the studious, responsible one (at least I think so, anyway). I have always had straight "A"s, and I'm the one who usually has to pull my sister's bacon out of the fire. I'm the one who talks politics with Daddy and helps him out around the house. I don't think Heather could boil an egg without burning the place down. Even Daddy jokes that Heather "can't boil water without burning it." Despite our differences, I do love her. Whenever we're not arguing, I know she loves me too. Only sometimes she can be SO exasperating...like right now. CHAPTER: 2 CORRECTED_TEXT: I guess it was no big surprise when I came into our room about a year ago to get my bookbag and found Greg and Heather screwing for all they were worth. My big brother had his thick cock buried to the hilt in our sister, and both of them were working just as hard as possible to try and force even more of it inside her. Both were completely naked and not saying a word. (I guess that's why I hadn't noticed what was going on, even before I entered the room.) At first, I was shocked and maybe even a LITTLE surprised at seeing the two of them rutting like minks in the bed I shared with Heather, but after a second or two of watching my brother's thick prick sliding in and out of her, I just backed out and waited until Greg came downstairs with a silly grin on his face before I went back up. I guess he didn't realize I had seen him fucking his sister, as he didn't look embarrassed at all. When I got upstairs, Heather was asleep on the bed, with her legs spread and a pinkish fluid seeping out of her pussy. I threw a sheet over her and got my stuff. It wasn't until that evening that Heather and I talked about it. She said that they had just been goofing off and it got out of hand. When I asked her if they would do it again, she got this dreamy, faraway look in her eyes and said they would. It was then that I gave my sister the lecture on STDs and pregnancy. Well, as you can imagine, that speech didn't go over so well. After all, SHE was the "big sister," and she knew EVER so much more than her little sister did. Yeah, right. All I had done was to make Heather and Greg sleep together even more. I lost track of the number of times she snuck out of our room and into his at night or how often one would vanish into the basement and then the other would follow a few minutes later. Daddy doesn't get home from work till a little after six, so when I would get home from school, it was standard to find them fucking at home. They did it everywhere. The kitchen, bathroom, his room, our room, Daddy's room, laundry room, the basement...well, you get the picture. After a while, it seemed as if they went out of their way for me to find them. I think they LIKED to have me watch them. I kept my peace, let them get theirs, and went about my work as usual. Still, it WAS a bit distracting to come into a room and find my two siblings putting on what was effectively a porno-show just for me. I think that once Greg knew what was going on between me and Heather, he made an even bigger point of not pulling out and ejaculating his sperm inside my big sister when he knew I was watching. For sure Heather did, anyway. I hate to admit it, but the sight of the two of them rutting like that made me have to finger myself off more times than I ever did before. I'm not sure, but I think they both knew it too, and that made them both more eager to have me "catch" them. It wasn't until a bit before our thirteenth birthday that I noticed anything different. I got up one morning to find Heather on her knees, bent over the toilet. At first, I thought she had the flu, but when her morning sickness lasted a week, I knew what was up: My "big sister" was pregnant. I told her about my suspicions, and instead of being afraid like I thought she would be, Heather just gave me a superior look and told me to "mind my own business."Of course, since she was already pregnant, it wasn't the nastily obscene risk it had been for Heather to have her own brother ejaculating his seed in his own sister's nubile young body before she caught. Since she was pregnant, and Dad didn't want to raise too much controversy about his just-barely-teenaged daughter having a big belly, Heather took the home schooling option the district offered. Dad let them have their privacy and only gave Greg some advice now and then. Once Heather moved out of my room, and it didn't seem like a setting for constant orgies anymore, I guess I felt excluded from their lives and began to spend nearly all of my free time with Daddy when he was home. We would snuggle on the couch or go to movies or out shopping together. I also began to see Daddy differently, now that I had my "big sister" and Greg as a constant reminder that family members were also human and even possible sex partners. He was now more than just Daddy. He was a man and I was a woman. I also realized that he was the man I wanted. It was near the end of Heather's first trimester when she began to hang around Daddy more and more. This made me as nervous as all Hell. I would rush home and find Heather and Daddy talking on the couch. Once, I even found them sleeping there. I began to get jealous of my sister. I mean, she had Greg and he loved her; now she was working on Daddy? The final straw was when I came home late one night and found her sitting naked on Daddy's lap. I calmly asked to talk to her up in what had been our room, and that's when the argument began. I went on and on about how she had Greg and didn't need Daddy. She calmly answered that she was a "woman" and, as I was "just a girl," this was something I didn't know about. If it weren't for the fact that she was pregnant and I didn't want to hurt my niece/nephew, we would have had a real fight. As it was, we started screaming at each other until finally I was shouting at the top of my lungs. Heather was calm and cool the whole time. She just said for me to leave alone the things I didn't understand, and then she said, "Besides, you couldn't even get your man, let alone have him knock you up. You wouldn't know how." That was really the last straw for me. "I can too!" I shouted at my twin sister. "I can have even more than you do!" "Andrea, you're a virgin, and I am already starting my second trimester. There's no way you can beat me," Heather replied smugly. "Okay, if you're so sure, then let's bet on it!" I said pugnaciously. "All right," she replied, "I'm interested... what's the bet?" "Okay, here it is: We're both going to pick one man and stick with him for the next four years. In that time, we both try to have as many children with whoever it is that we can. Whichever one of us has the most at the end, wins the bet. How's that?" "Why four years?" "I just figure that will give us time to have a good count. Since you already have a head-start, I figure I need a little time to catch up; even though I plan to blow you away!" "Okay, you're on," said Heather smugly, certain (with her developing belly) that she had the "race" in the bag. "Now what are we going to bet with? Money, Chores, Services?" "Mom's Jewelry," I said flatly. "The winner gets all of Mom's Jewelry." Dad had shown us Mom's jewelry box and had promised it to us when we turned eighteen. Heather and I each had favorites in there and some of the pieces we both wanted as a reminder of our mother. This was something I knew both of us highly valued and both of us desired badly. "Deal!" Heather cried, and stuck out her hand. "Shake on it." We shook hands, but I didn't let go of hers quite yet. "There are a few other rules, Sister-Mine," I said. "First, my man is Daddy, so you stay away from him sexually. That means no more cuddling up on his lap naked. You can still kiss him, but not like a lover... he's mine. If I catch you even trying to 'make out' with Daddy again, you automatically lose. Got that? Now you pick your guy." "You're taking Daddy? This is a piece of cake!" she said in a careless fashion, as if Mom's jewelry were hers already. "I guess we might as well keep this in the family. Of course, I'll take Greg, as you already figured out." "Second, no cheating with other guys," I pressed on. "Okay?" "Okay." "Third: You're so sure you're going to win because you're pregnant already... I'm not going to cheat you out of that; I'm going to beat you in spite of it, so your pregnancy counts now, but so will any we have that start before the time limit is up. Twins count as two, not one. Okay?" "Okay. Boy, you're sure going out of your way to make sure you lose, aren't you?" I ignored my sister's remark, while I finished laying out the rules. "Last, neither Greg nor Dad can know about the bet 'til it's over. So no cheating that way. Good?" "All right; that sounds fair." Heather thought for a moment, then in a conciliatory manner decided that maybe she did have the better part of the deal. "So, since I'm already up by one on you," she said, "I really think you need some help from your big sister." Heather walked over to her dresser and got out one of her short nighties and threw it at me. "There," she said smugly, "at least he'll have something nice to look at." Whatever else you can say about Heather, she did have sexy taste in nightclothes. The short little Baby-Doll looked like an invitation to rape. "Thanks, Big Sister," I said, for the first time in weeks without being sarcastic. Nothing in my closet was half as sexy. Still, while I was grateful for the outfit, I was still annoyed from earlier, and the fact that my sister was right about my needing it... didn't she think I had any sense when it came to dressing to attract a man? I guess not. I grabbed the nightie and stomped out of the room and into the bathroom to get ready. I stripped down and took a long shower. I did my hair and makeup, carefully trying to be as pretty as I could. It was in there for close to an hour and a half before I looked at the final product in the mirror. I stood five feet tall exactly. My blond hair shone and fell down to the middle of my back in lustrous waves. I wore just enough makeup to highlight the prettiness of my face, and my eyes had a soft, loving cast to them. My body was a pale alabaster in color and nicely developed. My small breasts sat high on my chest with my nipples firm in anticipation of what was to come. I had shaved my legs (and in a flash of insight, also my pussy). It was now as bald as a baby's behind. I looked stunning, and I thought sexy. (God, I sure hoped I looked sexy.) I looked to where I had thrown Heather's nightie and decided, "What the Hell, why not?" At first, I had been inclined to wear something of my own, because I was still somewhat steamed at her. Only Heather's outfit was a lacy black Baby-Doll that just emphasized how short it was against my creamy skin, and I knew that Daddy would like it on me, even more than Greg had liked it on her. Or at least I hoped so. I picked it up, shook it out, and put it on. The hem fell to just a few inches below my pussy and gave whoever was watching me a flirting glimpse of my charms. I practiced walking a few times and pronounced myself ready. Seeing me in dishabille like this should get any man hard... Only I didn't want just any man... I wanted my own father. I got out of the bathroom and was about to go downstairs, when I heard Daddy's shower start up. I turned and walked into his room. Now was the critical moment for me. I gathered my courage and stuck my head into the master-bath and saw Daddy's body behind the smoked shower glass. "Daddy?" I called. "What, Princess?" I almost melted right then, when he called me his "princess". "Can I talk to you about something?" "Sure, Baby. Let me finish up in here, and I'll be right out," he called back to me as he rinsed out his hair. "Okay, Daddy. I'll wait for you in your room." I closed his door, locked it, and sat down on what I hoped would soon be our bed. I was so nervous. All my doubts and fears ran through my mind. "Maybe I wasn't physically mature enough for him?" "What if he didn't want me?" "How would I go on after he said no?" I thought I was a fool to do this. "How could I risk our relationship like this?" the worries continued. After what seemed like an eternity, the water shut off in the bathroom, and I heard Daddy step out. I got even more nervous as the seconds ticked by until he emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of sweatpants. He stopped in his tracks and looked at me. It felt like his eyes traveled all over me and finally came back to my face. I started to do handsprings in my mind as he smiled in approval at me. He liked how I looked. Then I saw a glimmer of confusion on his features. I knew it was now or never. "Daddy, do you love me?" I asked in a small voice, looking down at my feet. "Yes, Princess, I love you very much," he said as he placed his fingers under my chin and lifted so that we were eye to eye. "Do you think I'm pretty?" "You're beautiful, Baby. Why?" "Daddy, I want you to make love to me," I said. Then it was like a dam burst, and all of my feelings for my father boiled over and came out. I told him how I loved him as both a daughter and as a woman, but that I would understand if he didn't want to change our relationship."Oh Princess," he said as he gathered me into his arms. "Is this because of Heather and Greg, or is this something you really and truly want?" I couldn't lie to him, so I said, "It's both, Daddy. Watching Heather and Greg helped me to realize that what I felt for you is more than a daughter should feel for her father, but I also want this for me. I love you, and I know you like no other person since Mom died. I want you to be happy, and I think I am the best person to make you happy. I know I'm young and all, but I love YOU. I guess what really decided me was the fact that you already had a relationship like ours before. If you loved your own little sister enough to marry her, maybe you could love your daughter almost as much. Please, Daddy? I know it would be hard for me to take Mom's place, but I'd like to try." He sat us down on his bed and held me to him. He slowly stroked my hair with his big hands. It felt wonderful, and I gave myself over to his caresses, but it was all fatherly in feel. For a long time, he didn't say anything. When about five minutes had passed, I felt like my heart was dead. I had made a mistake. He didn't want me like I wanted him. I began to squirm out of his grasp as tearing sobs racked my body. I had to get away. I wanted to die! He just held me tighter and turned my face up to his, and then it happened. He kissed me. At first, it was a soft, gentle kiss, more like a father's than a lover's. I looked up into his face and saw love there, as well as something else. He kissed me again, this time with passion, and I felt his tongue flick out and taste my lips. With a shuddering groan of surrender, I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. I threw my arms around his neck and put all of my heart into my kisses. I tried to show my father that he and he alone would always own my heart. Our passions built, and I felt his hands begin to slide over my body in what was now a lover's caress. First, they dipped down my back to grasp and knead my ass. I felt a flush of heat spread out from my loins and encompass my entire body. His hands felt so good on my slight form. I pressed back into them and let out soft mewls of pleasure. Then his hands began to travel up my body, caressing my smooth skin. He gently untied the bows at the shoulders of the Baby-Doll, and let it fall around my waist, freeing my breasts. I shivered in anticipation of his touch on my chest, and was rewarded with it almost immediately. He gently felt and squeezed my twin orbs. His pulling gently on my nipples caused fireworks to shoot through my entire being, and I let out a loud moan of pleasure. We broke our kiss and looked into each other's eyes with a kind of special wonder you have when you find your perfect match. "You're so soft and pretty," he husked to me, as his face dropped lower. I felt his kisses on my torso, and they burned like fire. He kissed my shoulders and neck first, nearly driving me mad with the sensation. Then he drifted lower still. First, he kissed the shallow valley between my breasts, then the right and then the left. Finally, he kissed each of my nipples. I thrust my chest out and moaned out my pleasure, begging him to suck harder. He complied, swapping from right to left every few seconds. I felt my inner fires begin to roar and knew I was close. I entwined my fingers in his hair and held him against my chest. My insides were on fire, and I was panting in quick, shallow breaths when it finally happened. I felt Daddy's right hand slither down my abdomen and cup my pussy mound. His middle finger rested right in my groove and began to rub gently. The fire in my belly increased a hundredfold, and I cried out my pleasure, "Oh Daddy, Yes!!! It Feels So Good!!! Yes! Daddy, Yes!" Then I came. My brain was overloaded with the pleasure he was giving me. I felt a massive surge of pleasure rip through me as my first true orgasm hit. It was in that moment, when all other concerns and cares were thrust away from me, that my mind refused to let go of the fact that this was my father, the man I loved, and that I was his now. That knowledge fueled my orgasm, sending it higher and higher. As my body tensed and jerked in spasms, my heart and mind welded shut the door to my soul to any other but Daddy. I was his. From now on, there was truly no man in my life but my father (at least not sexually, or as a lover). I slowly came down from my orgasmic high and found myself cradled in my father's strong arms. I could smell the faint scent of his soap on him and his own scent as well. I turned my head and smiled my most radiant smile at him. He gave me a small, sly one in return. I moved my hand so that I caressed his chest and kissed his nipple. I stood on shaky legs, and let the Baby-Doll fall to the ground. I took his hand and pulled on it, signaling him to stand. He did so, and with sure fingers, I pulled his sweatpants down and off. His erection sprang out into full view. I turned and backed to the bed, drawing my father after me. My nervousness was gone, and all that remained was the desire to finish our union and properly consummate our new relationship. When I felt the bed behind me, I laid back upon it and spread my legs in a welcoming gesture to the man who now owned my body and soul... my own father. "I'm ready, Daddy," I said. "Please make love to me now." "Yes, Princess... now and forever." I felt the bed sag as my father's weight came down between my legs. I knew I was ready. I could feel the juices of my arousal slowly seeping down my legs. We exchanged another deep, loving kiss, and then I felt the head of my father's penis touch my pussy. I spread my legs farther apart and looked down to see where we would soon become one. I think that the first time watching my father's cock begin to enter my virgin pussy was the most erotic sight I have ever seen. Even seeing Greg squirming on top of Heather, pumping his penis in my sister's body and getting her pregnant with her own brother's baby by filling her barely pubescent womb with thick white squirts of incestuous seed, wasn't as sexy as watching my own father prepare to do the same thing to me. I could feel the thick, purple head of Daddy's cock push open my pussy lips and begin to burrow its way into me. Soon Daddy had the head of his prick inside my body, up against my hymen. Then he began to thrust in small, gentle pulses. He worked out and in, stretching my hymen instead of plowing straight through. Eventually, my hymen tore gently with very little pain, and I saw and felt my father/lover's cock vanish up into my body. Soon, he was three-quarters of the way in and had bottomed out against my cervix. The feeling was unlike any I had ever known. I was so full, yet it felt so right. Daddy began to take longer strokes as I began to let out pants and mewls of pleasure while we worked together to combine ourselves into one being. Soon Daddy was stroking in long, powerful thrusts that shoved me up the bed toward the headboard. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and begged him to go faster. "Oh Daddy, more! Faster. Oh yes!!!" I hissed through clenched teeth. The fires in my body were again raging higher and higher. The pleasures I was getting and giving were so great that I never wanted them to end. "Fuck your daddy, Princess!" Dad ordered me. "So Good! So Tight! I want to fuck you forever, Princess." Soon Daddy's strokes began to speed up, and I knew from watching Greg and Heather that he was getting close to cumming. The thought of my own father ejaculating his sperm inside my body, filling my womb with incestuous baby-making seed, was incredibly thrilling. "Come in me, Daddy," I begged him. "I want it in me." I locked my legs and arms around my father and began to furiously thrust my hips up to his. My fire was soon at its peak, and then I was over it. I again lost control of my mind and body as a massive orgasm shot through me. I was dimly aware of Daddy saying he was cumming. I was locked in a world of pleasure and love, and I never wanted it to end. My last words before I passed out from the pleasure were, "I love you, Daddy." Slowly, I began to become aware of myself again. Something heavy was on me, and it was hard to move. Then I realized it was my own father lying exhausted on my body after cumming inside me, and I welcomed the weight. I put my arms around him and stroked up and down his back gently. I thought of the millions and millions of his sperm now swimming up through the neck of my uterus and on into my womb in search of an egg, and wished them all the best of luck. I wanted our first child to be conceived tonight, in the midst of this discovery of our love. Daddy lifted up and looked into my eyes with a shy, hesitant smile on his lips. "You know, Princess, you're the first woman I've been with since I lost your mother. I love you, Andrea." I felt sorry for my father, missing pleasures like this after having enjoyed them for years with his little sister. It must have been hell for Daddy when Mom died. "I promise I won't leave you, Daddy," I replied. I reached up and kissed him, as a promise of our new bond. We snuggled down into his bed and continued to trade kisses and words of endearment for a while. Then I felt Daddy growing hard again. This time, he rolled over on his back and drew me on top of him.I helped him raise me up, and then put my hand on his cock. "You put it in this time, Princess." I took Daddy's cock, centered it on my pussy, and slowly sank down its length. It felt bigger now and stretched me in new ways. I welcomed it and reveled in the feeling. I leaned down and kissed my father. I started to undulate my hips as we traded passionate kisses. I broke our kisses and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I want our first child to be conceived tonight." The effect my words had on my father was electric. He surged up off the bed, lifting me on just his cock. He grabbed my head and kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I loved it as we took each other this way, with my father's cock impaling me like a spike. I could feel that Daddy was getting close to cumming again for the second time because of my words, and I decided to whisper to him again. "I want you to keep me pregnant for the next thirty years, Daddy. I never want to be without your child growing inside me, ever again." "Oh baby!" Daddy cried as he again bucked up into me and came. "I'll try... I swear I'll try." That was what I wanted to hear, and the words were even more erotic to me than what came next, as I felt my father's penis first swell inside my cunny, then jerk powerfully. I could swear I felt each powerful spurt of his semen into my body, as each thick white jet of my father's potent seed splashed wetly into my womb where it belonged (they say you can't, but I was so sensitive and receptive that I'll still swear I could). I collapsed onto Daddy's chest as he came down from his orgasm, while I tried mightily to milk each precious drop of my father's sperm inside my tummy. I felt Daddy wrap his arms around me and pull me tighter into him. "Andrea?" "Yes, Daddy?" "Did you mean what you said?" "Yes. I want your... our children so badly. I want you to get me pregnant, and keep me that way forever. Please Daddy." "We'll see, Princess. Andrea, when was your last period?" "About two weeks ago. So hopefully I already am. This is my best time to conceive." "Well, if we miss this one, we'll just have to shoot for the next one, won't we?" In spite of myself, I couldn't help but giggle at that one. Shortly Daddy joined me in quite sniggers, as my cunny kept trying to milk a few more drops of precious seed out of his body and into mine, to replace those leaking out around his still half-hard prick. We didn't get much sleep that night.bringing the "official count" to nine for me, and eight for Heather. Both Greg and Daddy had a good laugh when they learned of our bet, when Heather presented me with the trophy in front of the entire family. Still, I'm quite proud of it; and it does look nice over the fireplace. Funny thing though... it still doesn't have my name on it; though Heather has promised to have it engraved several times. Our house is now a large happy home, filled with well-loved children. How about yours?

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Before the wedding

"Are you sure this is right, Mom?" asked the picture-perfect young bride. All girls (and even women) look like angels or princesses when getting married. Charlene was no different. From the top of her veil with the tiny coronet in place, to the rhinestones glittering on the heels of her shoes, the girl looked the very picture of radiant bridal glory. A woman doesn't need real beauty for this. Even the ugliest of dowdy frumps can look wonderful for a wedding once in her life. But Charlene had that beautiful brown hair combined with blue eyes, that seemed so common with girls her age in this area. A fact well appreciated by the horny young studs aching to trap these beauties into matrimony ... the only way it seemed to get sex in Marton County. "Yes, dear," soothed her mother. "Father Jenkins knows how inexperienced girls like you are when it comes to sex, and has volunteered to see to it that you know what is important on your wedding night. Now that we're sure it fits, let's get that dress off you before we wrinkle it. I don't have time to do another ironing." "Well ... If you're sure," she pouted, working to ease herself out of the layers of gown, like a man taking off a diving suit. "I don't want Jeremy getting angry about this. I mean, he's waited so long ... and really expected to be first." "Don't worry about Jeremy," again soothed her mother. "Being first-born, he knows as little about sex as you do ... So Father Jenkins has also volunteered to instruct him in the details as well. He's very good at that. In fact, your fiancé is probably over there right now."Having felt "Father" swallow every drop of his cum, Jeremy felt obliged to reciprocate; licking and cleaning up every drop, as the older man taught him to. Two hours later, after "proper" introductions to anal sex and the joys of mutual masturbation, Jeremy was sent on his way with the knowledge he would need to make it until his new wife told him she was ready, like the good priest had taught him. An anus isn't exactly a great substitute for a vagina, but Father Jenkins had demonstrated rather well that on occasion it felt almost as good to both receiver and giver. Again, something the young man would find handy later on, when his wife was menstruating or otherwise unavailable "normally". "Yes, Jeremy," he reassured the still trembling young man as he left, "I'll make SURE to teach your sis... I mean your new bride what she needs to know for your wedding night. I've done this many times before, you know." With that, the prospective young groom had to be content. It took a full day for the over-fifty priest to recover. He was no longer the young stud who could fuck three triplets in one morning, knocking all three of them up in one marathon incestuous session... and then take on their brothers the same afternoon. However, 2:00 the next afternoon the priest issued a warm welcome to the pretty young thing blushing in the doorway. That the beautiful girl was his own daughter, was fertile, and would be ovulating sometime in the next three or four days (according to her mother who had arranged the marriage-schedule to properly match the child's timing, per the priest's instruction) just added to her alluring beauty to the horny goat of a priest. Still, Father Jenkins was a master of seduction, not rape. Getting his children to send THEIR children to him to seduce was as close as he got to forcing somebody into sex. However, with both her mother encouraging this, AND the spiritual leader of the parish the young woman had known and followed all her life assuring her this was the PROPER thing for a young woman about-to-be-married to do, it wasn't all that difficult. Father Jenkins often suspected (but deliberately never tested the idea) that many if not most (or even all) of his daughters actually LIKED the idea of the horny old goat of a priest having full vaginal sexual intercourse with their little girls... and knocking the kids up BEFORE they got married, with her own father's baby kicking and squirming inside her fertile young womb. Even with younger girls that were NOT the priest's direct offspring, it was probably a kick to know the child would be knocked-up by her own grandfather, and carry her own uncle or aunt to term in her womb, days or sometimes even weeks before her new husband's seed ever saw the inside of the girl's vagina. "Father Jenkins... I'm not sure...," began Charlene, as the priest took off her jacket, kissing her neck as he did so, and hung it on the hook by the door. "Call me father," instructed the priest; helping the girl out of her blouse; baring her naked waist, now only protected by a thin brassiere. "... Or even 'Daddy' if you prefer. Your mother told you what to expect, didn't you?" "Father... Uh... Daddy?" Now the youngster seemed confused, as she almost helplessly let the priest unbutton the front of her pants, before slipping them down to her ankles. "Daddy is fine," he reassured her. "A priest LIKES to think of his parishioners as his children. Like you are, my child. Think of me as your Daddy, who is teaching you to make love, so you can please your husband, please God, and please me by accepting his seed into your body so you can obey God's command to be fruitful and multiply." "Oh God, fath... Uh, Daddy. This just isn't right," she objected faintly; but not struggling as the priest kissed his way down her thighs, while removing garments and intruding pantyhose as he did so. "It's not right to love your own father?" he asked; while pulling a shoe off the girl's foot and replacing the missing object with a kiss. Soon the girl's thoughts were almost incoherent, as she felt the man's tongue working its way back up the INSIDE of her thighs, close to the "private parts" she had expected to keep private to herself... and possibly her soon-to-be husband, Jeremy. Somehow Charlene only managed to raise a small objection (and her ass slightly at the same time) as the priest continued removing her most intimate of garments until both panties and bra had joined the heap of clothing on the floor. "You mean," she breathed; involuntarily pushing her chest into the man's sucking mouth, "Momma was RIGHT? You're really my... my real Daddy?" "Uhuh," he reassured her. "And her mother's too. So you see how right this is. I don't want you to do anything you don't feel right about." "Uh... I don't Know . oh . oh," she whimpered; as she felt the first intrusion of the good father's finger inside her virginal cleft. "I haven't... I mean, Jeremy and I ...." "Shhh," he coddled her. "Don't worry about Jeremy. I taught him, just like I'm going to teach you. You've got to know how to make your husband feel good, when it comes time for you two to consummate your marriage. I'm just here to help." "But I never ...." "Shh... Doesn't it feel good?" This asked, with a thick tongue probing her womanhood in a manner she hadn't suspected could feel so... so intimate, even with her experimentation years earlier with her two younger sisters. But then, they had all been kids when that happened. "Yes but... But you're my own FATHER," she objected; as he placed the leaking tip against her now wet and ready young hole. If she didn't stop him soon, she knew the priest's sex would soon be buried to the hilt in her belly; squirting and inseminating her with her own father's sperm. That she had just learned of their true relationship just added to the obscenity (and, to tell the truth, the incredibly sexual carnality and wonder) of the idea of coupling with the man. "That makes it all the better," he told her; fitting the first inch of fatherly prick inside her. "Uh... I guess," she somehow couldn't help but agree; lifting her hips so that the next inch sliced through her virginity in a sudden stab of pain. "Ouch," she added, almost conversationally; looking down at where the priest's swollen member had vanished partway into her body. The astonishment at seeing their incestuous connection made the girl involuntarily hunch forward, until half the man's penis was now embedded in her no-longer-virginal and leaking sex. "So tell Daddy to fuck you, cum in you, and make a baby in your tummy, just like he did to your mother years ago," he prompted. "Uh... Fuck me, fa... Uh, Daddy," she tried. Still wincing, she pulled back an inch until a red streak appeared on the man's prick. "Fuck me, Daddy," she repeated, stronger now, as he slid back inside her. "The rest, too," he prompted again. "Uh... Unh, OOooh!" she moaned; temporarily distracted. Then, "Cum in me, Daddy... Please?" By this time, almost all of the priest's swollen member was appearing and disappearing into the young girl's tight little slit. Charlene was working almost as hard as her father was to force the incestuous priest's swollen prick into her fertile young belly as they both could. "All of it," he insisted; holding still until the youngster's gyrations on his engorged member stilled, and she looked up in frustration at his patient waiting for her to continue. "Do I have to?" she asked; holding out on this last obscene request as long as she could. Charlene knew that once she ASKED him to do this, she would have no recourse or blame to put on him for planting his baby in her belly. Like her mother, she would always remember ASKING the priest to fuck her, cum in her, and knock her up with her own father's baby. Father Jenkins just nodded; somehow holding out against the incredible pleasure of having the youngster's tight little slit squeezing and milking his swollen prick for its incestuous seed. He had to have the girl's mind, as well as her body, not only asking, but pleading for his baby-making seed, before he would let go and give her what had been his aim all along... another incestuous baby for the girl to raise, without any obligations from him. Really nice work for a priest, if you can get it. "Make a baby in my tummy," she broke down and said; her needs now growing too great to ignore. When the priest STILL didn't move, she added pleadingly, "Please, Daddy?" "Well, if that's what you want...," he teased; just sliding in and out about an inch. "PLEASE, Daddy," she whimpered; now gyrating her hips as she tried to capture the delicious sensations she had felt inside earlier, when the priest's prick had been sliding in and out. "Knock me up."Make a baby in my tummy, so I can have my Daddy's baby, just like Momma did." When this finally brought a slow reaction and more movement on the man's part, the little girl broke down completely. "Please Daddy," she whimpered. "I want to feel your baby inside me. Please?" Charlene it seems, in the end, was (and is) just as horny a young woman as her mother was before her... and her equally horny goat of a father. Going faster and faster now, the priest slid in and out until he felt the rising of seed in his prick, and buried the belching member to the hilt in his daughter's body; filling the child's womb with squirt after squirt and jet after jet of incestuous baby-making seed. Charlene just moaned and grabbed at him; working against the priest to milk each precious drop of her father's sperm into her ripe and ready young womb as she could. Like her half-brother earlier, Father Jenkins did NOT stop with just vaginal intercourse. Before the four-hour "sex-education" session was over, Charlene (like Jeremy) had been introduced properly to both oral AND anal sex. "After all," the priest reminded her, "she had to keep Jeremy happy until she had conceived... and it was 'safe' to take her husband's sperm inside her body." Charlene just shuddered at the implication... but did not object in the slightest when Father Jeremy showed her how to use a rubber diaphragm to hold his sperm inside her womb. Once married, and once their initial consummation of their marriage, the couple would be good little Catholics; raising child after child for the benefit of the Church... and of course, Father Jenkins, too. But that would be probably several days before she felt free to risk her husband's seed inside her body, where the priest's child might already be taking root. In the meantime, both children had been "properly instructed" as to how to proceed until she was ready to consummate the marriage properly. "And now, My Child, do you Jeremy take Charlene, to have and to hold, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, to be your wedded wife, from this day forward, until death do you part?" Jeremy looked stunned that he could be so lucky as to have such a lovely bride; and almost had to be prodded into saying, "I do." "And do you, My Daughter Charlene, take this man, My Son Jeremy, to have and to hold, to honor and cherish, for better for worse, in sickness and in health, to be your wedded husband, from this day forward, until death do you part?" "I do!" "Do you Brother and Sister, promise to follow the teachings of God and the Catholic Church; to raise your children in the ways of God, and to follow his commands to multiply and replenish the Earth?" "We do." "Therefore, by the powers invested in me by God, by the Church, and by the State I now pronounce you husband and wife." Father Jenkins turned the now-glowing couple together. "As Father, I now command you Brother Jeremy to kiss your Sister Charlene." Only a few people (all women) in the parish noticed the slight difference of wording in the marriage ceremony. But then, why should they? After all, Father Jenkins had been giving almost identical weddings for over thirty years in the parish. By now, his interpretation of scripture was accepted as the definitive one. "Ladies and gentlemen," he concluded, "I now present to you Brother Jeremy and his Sister, Charlene... Now husband and wife." Well... people were SUPPOSED to be brothers and sisters in the Church, weren't they? Father Jenkins intended to see that they continued to be.

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Backrubs

"What are you doing, Daddy?" "I'm giving your mother a backrub. She likes it." "Oh." "Is that why you're naked?" "Uhuh. It feels better that way. Dan, why don't you show your big sister what I mean. I'll show you how." "Uh... Here? Now? You want me to get naked in front of Bambi?" "Why not? She'll be naked too. And you notice, both your mother and I are naked already. Now stop dithering, and get up here on the bed, before I get too tired to show you how to do it." "Yes, Dad." "Ooooh." "See? Your little sister feels good, just like you're going to make HER feel good. Now rub her back, just like I'm doing." "Mmmmmmmm." "Momma likes it." "I do too! It feels good, Danny." "Now just a little harder, and run your hands up your sister's sides, like this..." "Oooooh. That tickles.... Feels good though." "Mmmmmm." "Mmmmmmmmmm." "Uh... Dad... my 'thing' is..." "<Snicker.>" "Uh, Danny, just do what your father is doing... he has the same 'problem.'" "Uh... If you say so, Mom." "Mom... Dad! Danny's 'thing' is poking me between my legs!" "I can't help it... rubbing your back makes me hard." "It's OK, Danny. Just rub your prick a little against your sister, until it gets slick, and then slide it up inside her. That way, it won't get in the way of your backrub. OK?" "Uh... you want me to...?" "Uhuh. Just like I'm doing with your mother. Don't worry... it'll feel REAL good... you'll enjoy it, just like your sister is enjoying your backrub. Your mother and I do this all the time." "Uh... but what if I... I mean, what if she... I mean, I'm not supposed to have sex with my own sister." "It's OK. You're just giving her a backrub. Besides, what's wrong with having sex with your sister? No worries about her telling. No STDs. No worries about pregnancy. No worries about anything, unless you two start blabbing it all over town. Anyway, it's time the two of you... especially your big sister... started learning about sex. Besides, as I said, you'll like it." "Mmmmmmmm." "See, your sister's almost out." "Oooohhhhoohhhooooo." CHAPTER 1 "Mom! Danny's poking me... Ohmigosh! Oh. Oh. Mom! Dan's thing... Ow! Daddy! Danny's got his.... Ooooh. OOoooo. Danny, you're not supposed to.... Oooooo. I... Uh.... Ahhh. You're not supposed to be fucking me, you know. Uh, huhnh." "Do you want me to stop?" "Uh... Uh... Uh... I.... Oh, never mind." "See, Danny? I told you you would like it." "Ooooh." "Mmmmmm." "See, You two can do this all the time, and never have to worry about a thing." "Oh God." "Hmmm?" "Oh God, I'm going to..." "Danny? Are you about to cum?" "Uh... huh... Oh Jesus I... Oh God, I'd better pull out." "Don't you DARE get cum all over the bed!" "But Mom, I...." "Now you heard your mother. Make sure your prick is ALL the way up inside your sister when you cum... That way, there's the least chance of it cumming out and making a mess of the bed." "But what if I... I mean, what if she... I can't get my own sister pregnant." "Oh don't be silly. Like your father told you, you can cum in your sister all you want, and never have to worry about getting her pregnant. After all, that's what sisters are for." "You're sure?" "You're sure, Mom?" "Of course she's sure. Now you be careful when you cum inside your sister. She's not on the pill, and should be ovulating any time in the next few days... so when you ejaculate your sperm inside her womb, now's the best time. You've got to cum in her as often as possible in the next few days, if you plan on getting Bambi pregnant before her birthday." "Oh... OOOOHHH! Uh... Unh. Uh, Uh, uhghhhunh! Ohhhhhh." "But Mom I... Ow, Danny, not so hard it.... Oh God... Oh... Oh.... Ooooooh. Thanks, Danny." "Ooooooh." "Huf, huf. Huh. Huh, Mom?" "Yes, Dear?" "Are you SURE it's OK for Danny to... I mean, what if I get pregnant?" "Yes Dear. You and your brother can do this as often as you want to. You don't have a thing to worry about." "You mean, I can't get pregnant with my own brother? How come they never tell you this?" "Like I said, as long as you stick to only Dan, you don't have a thing to worry about... pregnancy, least of all. In fact, your father and I kinda' EXPECT you to practice making a baby with your brother, as often as you can." "<Snicker.> You're kidding." "Well... Kind of. Now turn over and go to sleep. After a backrub like that, and your brother cumming in you, I expect the two of you to sleep like logs. Your father and I always do." "Here... now?" CHAPTER 2 "Uhuh. The bed's big enough. That's one reason we have a kingsize bed." "Oh." "No... Don't pull apart. In a few hours your body will absorb your brother's sperm, and that way you won't get it all over the bed. Just snuggle up spoon-fashion, like we are." "Uh... OK, Mom." "Night." "Night." "Oh... what about the kids?" "Your sisters are well old enough to put THEMSELVES to bed, don't you think?" "Yes, Dad." "Uh." "Move your arm... it's getting in my... That's better." "Mmmmm." "Night, Sis." "Night, Jerk." "Night." CHAPTER 3 "Omigawd! I can't believe we just... Omigosh, Dan's still here!" "Ohshit... he's stuck inside me. I've got to... Ouch." "Should I?" "Damn... If I don't, Mom and Dad will wonder why I left. I don't want them thinking I dislike the big lug. Still... having sex with my own brother?" "It DID feel nice though... especially the backrub. If all guys gave me backrubs like that, I'd probably let them all get in my pants. God... losing my virginity (what there WAS of it) to my own horny little brother. I wonder how many girls can say that? I wonder how many WOULD? Probably none... at least, none would tell, if they did. That's probably why you never hear about it. Hmmm... I wonder if Sandra...? Damn, with three horny big brothers in the house, no wonder she puts out for almost anything in pants." "Groan." "Sorry, Bro... but you'll have to move over. I just got back from taking a piss... and I'm NOT climbing over you again!" "Groan." "That's YOUR problem... the bathroom is that way." "Did you fuck your sister yet this morning?" "Huh?" <Mumble, grunt.> "Well, why not?" "Groan." "That's no excuse. From now on, your mother and I expect you to help your sister practice making a baby at least once in the morning before you go to school, and once in the evening before you go to sleep. To make things a bit easier, we're moving you in with Bambi, so you can give her backrubs to help you both get to sleep... OK?" "Uh..." "OK. Now fuck your sister." "But I... But she..." "Bambi... Roll over on your back, and spread your legs, so your brother can get between them... that's right. Now wrap your legs around Dan, and make it feel good for him when he cums inside you." "OhGod I..." "Do it." "Oh shit I... Oh... Oh God... Oooooh." "ALL the way up in your sister." "Oh... Oh... Oooooh." "That's better. Now make sure you do it like that every time, OK? Didn't it feel good, when you ejaculated your sperm inside her? We told you it would." "Oooh." "Now see that white stuff oozing out of your sister's crack?" "<Groan.>" "That's the stuff that makes babies in girls." "Uh?" "Now you remember what I said about your sister not being on the pill, and being in the middle of her period?" "Uh?" "Well, she SHOULD be ovulating, sometime today or tomorrow... so this is the best time for her to catch. So we don't want you neglecting your sister for the next day or so." "Uh... I thought you said she couldn't..." "We SAID, she doesn't have to worry about getting pregnant. That does NOT mean we don't expect you both to try. After all, a girl only has a little while that she can safely practice making a baby with her brother... so we expect YOU to help her practice as often as you can. Understand?" "Uh... I guess so." "Good. Now Bambi, thank your brother for doing such a good job of filling your tummy with baby-juice." "Uh... thanks, Danny." "Now you lie there for a few minutes to let it soak in... You want give as many of his sperm a chance to reach your egg as possible." "But I thought you said...." "Just because I said you don't have to worry about getting pregnant, does NOT mean you shouldn't do your practice right. You want to do it as if you were TRYING to get pregnant... just like if you and Dan were married and wanted kids."After all, that's the idea of having 'practice', isn't it?" "Yes, Mom." "Good." "And Dan?" 4 "Just because you'll now be sleeping with your big sister, doesn't mean you can neglect your little sisters!" "Huh?" "Gosh, kids can be so dense sometimes. Dan... My favorite Idiot Son of Mine... Fawn and Judy are getting old enough to learn about sex too... and if you think they're not going to notice what's going on with you and Bambi, well...." "Oh." "So this afternoon, when you and your big sister get back from school, I want you two to show Fawn what it's like to get a backrub from her big brother." "Uh...?" "That's right. And by Wednesday, your father and I expect you to be having sex with all three of your sisters at least once a day... and preferably two or three times apiece. Considering how often you've been taking showers the last few weeks, that shouldn't be any problem for a horny teenager like you." "Oh, God, Mom...." "Well, would you look at the kid blush! Having sex with his own sisters doesn't seem to bother him, but let the boy get caught masturbating in the shower, and he turns beet red!" "Oh, God, Mom." "Don't worry, Son. I won't tell your sisters how you've been wasting your sperm in the shower, when you could have been ejaculating inside their tight little tummies every day for the past couple of years, the way a healthy virile young boy like you is SUPPOSED to help his nubile young sisters out when they need sex. That is: I won't tell the girls, if you don't. OK?" "Yes, Mom."

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/backrub.txt

Frank McCoy

Showing My Daughter

"Hi Daddy." "Hi punkin. You ready for bed?" "Uhuh. What'cha want Daddy?" "Mmmm. Well Momma sent me in here to check on you, to see if you're old enough." "Old enough, Daddy?" "Uhuh. Your mother thinks you might be old enough to learn about sex, and how babies are made, so she sent me in here to check." "Why didn't Mommy check herself? I mean, she knows how big I am, even better than you do Daddy." "Well, this is a special kind of checking, that only Daddies can do to their little girls." "Oh. What Am I supposed to do, Daddy?" "Well, first, I'll have to look at your body. You aren't wearing anything are you?" "No Daddy. Am I supposed to?" "Not if you don't want to. Actually, I'm kind of proud of you, for not wearing anything. Most little girls don't stop wearing pajamas, until they're older. Perhaps your mother is right, and you ARE old enough." "I hope so, Daddy." "We'll see. Now let me pull back these covers, so that I can get a good look at you. OOh. You are pretty." "You really think so, Daddy? I'm not as pretty as Kelly, or even Ginny. All the boy's like to look at Kelly, since she. . ." "Boy's like to look at girls with breasts, Honey. In a few years, your breasts will start to get big too, then you'll have even more boys chasing you than even Kelly does. Besides, I think you're just as pretty as either Ginny OR Kelly, right now." "But Daddy, I don't have any tits at ALL, and even Ginny has just started growing them, and she's. . ." "Believe me, Judy, You're just as sexy in your own way, as Ginny is. Some people would thing you're even sexier." "Really Daddy? I thought you had to have real breasts, and hair down there like Kelly does, before people thought you were sexy." "Well some people do. Still, you'll notice that Ginny has plenty of boyfriends, and she doesn't have any hair between her legs yet, and her tits aren't THAT much bigger than yours. It's what you DO with your body, that makes you sexy, not how big your tits are." "Really Daddy, You think I'm sexy?" "Uhuh. And I think your mother was right. You're definitely old enough." "Really Daddy? You're sure?" "Uhuh. Here, let me get these pants off, and Daddy's going to teach you how babies are made. It's time you learned, so you don't get pregnant by accident." "Really Daddy? You'll teach me how to make a baby, just like Kelly and Ginny?" 1 "Well, not QUITE the same. You're not old enough to really have a baby yet, but your momma wants me to show you how it's done, so you'll know what to do when you are. Here, move over a bit, so Daddy can get into bed with you." "Oooh Daddy. What's that thing?" "That's my penis. You've seen it before." "But it's bigger, or something." "Uhuh. That's because I'm ready to have sex. A man's thing get's big and swollen like this, when he's next to a woman, and he thinks there's a chance he might have sex with her." "But I'm not a woman, Daddy." "It won't be long, before you are, Honey. That's one of the things I'm going to be teaching you. Now, you know this crack between your legs here?" "You mean my vagina, daddy?" "Uhuh. Well, up inside your vagina, there's a spot inside you, where babies are made. It's called your womb, and when you get older, you'll start bleeding there." "Like Ginny and Kelly?" "Uhuh. Once that starts, you'll know your body is ready to make babies. I want you to know this now, before it happens, so you'll know what to do, when it does." "You mean, when I bleed, I could have a baby?" "Well, actually not. Usually, when you bleed, is the one time of month, you CAN'T have a baby. You see, your body releases an egg each month, and. . ." "An EGG, Daddy?" "They call it an egg. actually, it's very tiny, and you almost couldn't see it. As I said, your body releases an egg about once a month, and it waits for a man to squirt his sperm in you. If nobody squirts in you, then the egg is wasted, and your body will wash it out with a little blood. That tells you, that you didn't get pregnant that month, and you'll have to try again." "Uh Daddy? Yes, Judy? Is that what they call. 'fucking,' when a man squirts his sperm in you?" "Oh. You DO know some of this already. Uhuh. That's what they call it." "Then How cum Kelly was fucking for over 6 months, and she kept right on bleeding anyway? I remember how she kept fussing with those white-things." "Tampons. Oh. I'm sorry I misled you, Honey. You don't always make a baby when a man squirts his sperm in you. That's why Kelly didn't get pregnant for so long." "Pregnant?" "You know!" "Oh! having a baby." "Right. When your womb expands because there's a baby inside it, and makes your tummy get big." "Like Kelly's, or. . ." "Right. So your mother wants me to show you this, so you'll know what to do, and what NOT to do, when you start having periods." 2 "Periods, Daddy?" "Bleeding between your legs. It happens about once a month, or 'periodically', so they call them periods." "Oh. So how does a man squirt his sperm in me Daddy?" "That's what I'm going to show you. You see Daddy's cock?" "Huh?" "My penis. Cock, prick, peter, dong. All the same word. Just like your vagina is called your cunt, cunny, slit, crack, hole, pussy, and a whole lot of other words." "Oh. What about your 'cock' Daddy?" "Well, a man makes little things called 'sperm' in these little lumps in the bag underneath my cock. They're called my testicles." "Test-Tickles, Daddy? I always called them 'balls'." "Balls is OK, if it's easier for you. That's another common name for them. Anyway, Daddy makes sperm in his balls, and then it goes up inside him, where it's stored, until he fucks someone, at which time he squirts it up inside HER, and hopefully they make a baby. Daddy's sperm contains about half of what makes him the person he is, and the woman's egg contains about half of what SHE is, and together they combine to make a NEW person." "You mean, if you squirted your. . . your sperm in me, and I got 'pregnant', then the baby would be half me, and half you?" "That's right, except you're 'half-me' already, being my daughter." "Gee, Daddy, I don't know if I want to do this with just anybody. I mean, if it's half ME in there, I don't want just anybody making a baby in me." "That's the idea. You should only make babies with someone you love, who you know won't hurt you, and you can trust to help you raise the baby. Your mother picked ME, to have her babies, which is the greatest compliment a woman can give a man. That's why your mother wanted ME to show you how babies were made, 'cause she knows you love me, and I can be trusted not to hurt you." "Just like you did with Kelly and Ginny, huh?" "Right. So to continue, the man puts his cock up inside the woman, and squirts his sperm inside her, so she can get pregnant." "Waitaminit, Daddy! That can't be right." "Huh? What can't be right?" "You said the man puts his. . ." "His cock." "The man puts his cock up inside the woman, and squirts his sperm inside her." "That's right." "You don't mean, that you'd put your cock up inside my vagina, do you? I mean, it wouldn't fit!" "Yes it would. In fact, that's what I'm going to show you." "Huh?" "Here. Look at Daddy's cock. See that liquid on the end?" "Uhuh. It looks slippery." "It is. Here, feel it." "Ooh, it IS slippery." 3 "Uhuh. That's to make Daddy's cock slippery, so it'll slide up inside you." "You're kidding! It'll never fit!" "No. Cunts stretch a lot, and with this stuff, you'd be surprised how much of Daddy's cock will fit inside you. Here, let me show you. Let me rub the head of my prick around your cunny, and get it nice and slick." "Daddy! It'll never fit!" "Yes it will. Come on, spread your legs a little. That's better. Now push back." "Daddy, it's too big, it. . . OH!" "See? Unh!" "Ow!" "Unh! OOOoooh! Look Judy, you've got the head inside you." "It hurts!" "Just a little. You DO want to learn how to make babies, just like your sisters do, don't you?" "Uhuh, but. . ." "Just take it easy then. I'm going to take it out, and rub a little more pre-cum on my prick, so it goes in a little easier." "Huh? Pre-cum? Oof!" "That slippery stuff. There. Now I've got it all over my cock. Just let me slip it up inside you here. . ." "Unh! Oh Daddy!" "Unh! Easy Hon, I almost. . . There! Whew!" "Ow. Ooh. Uh Daddy, I. . . I. . . Uh. That doesn't feel so bad." "Uhuh. Told you. Here let me slide it out a little." "Uh! Oh! Daddy, that feels. . . Ow! Not quite so hard, Daddy." "Like it?" "Uh."Like the feeling of Daddy's cock sliding in and out?" "Uh Daddy, I think so." "Here. Let me lay on my side, so I'm not squishing your leg. There. How's that feel?" "Better, Daddy." "Good. Just lie there, and let Daddy fuck you. Ooh, you're nice and tight." "Does it feel good to you, Daddy?" "Honey, it feels just GREAT. See, I've got the whole head of my cock in you, and almost a quarter of the rest of it. Feel it pull, when I slide out, and push, when I slide in." "Uhuh. It's starting to feel a lot better Daddy." "Good, 'cause I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to hold out." "Daddy! Huh. Huh. Huh. It's, huh, Starting to feel. . . Oh God. Oh Daddy!" "Like it? Oooh! That feels good, Hon." "Daddy, why won't it go in any further? I thought you said it would fit inside me." "I'd have to break your cherry, Hon. I didn't want to hurt you." "Ginny takes more than this, doesn't she?" "Uhuh. She takes it all the way up inside her. You're too little for THAT yet, but I could probably get about half of it inside you." "Uh. Huh. Oooh! Why don't you Daddy? Please?" "Oh God. Hold still for a second, Judy. DON'T MOVE!" "Uh. Daddy, I. . . I. . . Can't stop. . . Oooh. What's the matter, Daddy?" "Hold it just a second. . . I. . . There! Whew!!! Sorry Honey, I almost came in you." "Came in me Daddy?" "Squirted my sperm inside you." "I thought you were supposed to squirt your sperm in me Daddy." "Uhuh. I am. It's just that if I do, I won't be able to put my cock all the way up inside you. Here, how's this feel?" "Ow. Hurts a little. Feels good too." "Daddy's going to push up inside you. Now you tell me, if it hurts too much." "OK, Daddy, I. . Oh. . . Oooh. . . It's OK Daddy I. . . .I. . . Ooof. . . Daddy I. . . OWW!!! That hurt!" "Sorry, Judy, I had to break it. Now look down." "Ohmigod!" "Uhuh. You got almost every inch of Daddy inside you. I'm proud of you." "Oooh Daddy. Does that mean we can fuck now?" "Uhuh. Here, let me get on top of you." "Daddy! Don't take it out! Ow." "Have to. Here, now spread your legs, and let Daddy. . . Ooh, that feels nice!" "Oh Daddy, it's going in!" "Uhuh. Now I'll slide it out a little." "Oooh. That feels good too, Daddy." "Now back iiiiinnn." "Oh Daddy!" "And out." "Huh!" "And in again." "Oh Daddy!" "SEE Judy. Look down now." "Oh Daddy! It's almost all the way up inside me." "Uhuh. You like Daddy's cock inside you?" "Uhuh. Don't stop, Daddy." "OOh, Honey. You're so tight inside." "Do you like the feel of my cunny Daddy?" "Ooh. Do I ever. You squeeze so nicely on daddy's cock. I feel like I could fuck you all night." "Oooh Daddy. Do it. Don't stop, Daddy." "Don't worry. Daddy's going to fuck you, and cum in you, and everything." "Cum in me Daddy?" "Uhuh. Daddy's going to squirt his sperm in your cute little tummy, so you can feel what it's like to make a baby." "Oh. Do it Daddy. Cum in me, and make a baby in me. Please?" "That's what you want, Judy? You want Daddy to squirt the stuff that makes babies in your tummy, and get you pregnant?" "huh. Huh. Huh. Uhuh. Please daddy?" "Hoo! You're a little too young yet, Honey, but we can try. Ooooh! Here it comes, Honey I. . .I. . . OH! That feels good." "Oh Daddy I. . . What are you doing Daddy, I. . . Ow! Oh God, Daddy! Oh. It feels good Daddy. Oh. It's all sticky!" "Oh God! Daddy's cumming in his little baby girl. Oh. Oh. Daddy's making a baby in that cute little tummy. Oh. Oh. Feel it Judy? Daddy's squirting the thick sticky white-stuff that makes babies in little girls, in your sexy little tummy. Oh Honey!" "Do it Daddy. Oh. OH! Oh Daddy! You're jerking so HARD! Oh! Oh. Whew." "Take it Judy. Take Daddy's sperm up inside you. Squeeze your Daddy's cock. Oh! Daddy's going to get his little girl pregnant! Oh JUDY! Daddy loves you so much." "Oh Daddy, do it! Make a baby in my tummy. Squirt your sperm in me. Please Daddy? Oh, Daddy. I love you." "Oh. OH! Here comes some more! OOOOoooh. Oh God, your tight little cunny feels so good to Daddy. Ooh. Huf. Squeeze it one more time, Honey, so you get it all. That's it. Oh Jesus, you make your daddy feel good." "I like it too, Daddy." "Whew! Judy?" "Yes Daddy?" "Feel that slick creamy stuff up inside you?" "Well, It slides in and out, a lot easier now. Is that what you mean?" "Look down. See that white stuff around daddy's prick?" "Uhuh. It's leaking out." "That's Daddy's cum. Daddy's sperm is in that white-stuff." "Oh. Is that the stuff that makes babies in me, Daddy?" "Uhuh. When Daddy's sperm gets to your egg, a baby will start to grow inside you, and you'll be pregnant." "Oh. You mean I might have a baby?" "Well, you're a little young yet, but I suppose anything is possible. Most girls have to wait until they start having periods, before they get pregnant. Why? Do you want Daddy to make a baby in you?" "Uhuh. Please, Daddy?" "Well, I suppose. Your sisters seemed to enjoy it enough. I guess one more kid with a big-belly, won't hurt too much." "You mean it Daddy? You'll fuck me, and squirt your sperm inside me, and let me have your baby, and everything." "Well, as I said, you're a little young yet. Still, I guess I can keep fucking you every once in a while, until you get your period. After that, we'll see." "Uh, Daddy?" "Huh?" "Now that I know what it's like, I don't want to stop. I mean, it feels too good." "Oh. I suppose so. How about, I come in here and fuck you about two or three time a week? That'll keep your cute little tummy filled with Daddy's sperm often enough, that you won't miss a chance at getting pregnant." "That's ALL, Daddy?" "Well Gee. I'm sorry Judy, but I still have to fuck Kelly and Ginny once in a while Hon. I promised Kelly I'd try to get her knocked-up again before her birthday, and Ginny still likes to fuck, even if her baby is due in about 6 months. Not to mention your mother. She still likes to fuck too, even if she can't have any more babies." "Momma can't have any more babies?" "Uhuh. That's why she's willing to let you girls have as many as you want. Your mother says, that watching her little girls' tummies swell, is almost as exciting as feeling her own, when you were inside her." "Oooh. I hope my tummy starts to get big pretty quick, so Mommy can watch me have a baby too." "We all do Honey." "George! Aren't you done fucking that kid yet? I mean, how long does it take, to teach a little girl the facts of life? Oh. Sorry Judy. Did your father do it right, and squirt his sperm up inside you properly, so you could feel what it's like, to have a baby?" "Yes Momma. Daddy squirted LOTS of sperm in me." "Good. C'mon George, let's go. You're not done YET, tonight. You've still got. . . Oh, Sorry Hon. 'night, Judy." "G'night Momma. 'night Daddy." "Say Judy?" "Yes Momma?" "If you lie on your back tonight, and stick a pillow under your rear-end, there's a better chance that Daddy's sperm will soak into your womb, so you can get pregnant." "OK, Mommy. Thanks." "You're welcome. Now as I was saying, 'You've still got to. . .

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Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/showing.txt

A Matter of Taste

"Mmmmmm, that's good," I thought, licking my lips. At the same time, my right hand twisted my clit, while my other one was two fingers deep in my hot little hole. I had my legs spread, and both hands in my crotch, while I worked myself up to the orgasm I had been building for all day long. Beside me, Laura slept the sleep of the completely satisfied, not even aware of her older sister's rising orgasm. Not that she would have cared if she had been awake... watching doesn't turn my little sister on, like it does me. I licked my lips again, savoring the memories of the day (and other things) that had gotten me so stimulated that for the first time in a week I had to masturbate. It all started this morning, when Mother was making breakfast... "Marie, could you go down and check on Mike and Toni?" she asked. "Don't disturb them if they're busy," she instructed me. "Just wait until they're done and make sure they do a good job before you interrupt them. Then let them both know that breakfast is ready as soon as they finish." Mother didn't even offer to serve me breakfast first. She, like all the rest of the family, knows full well my "taste" in such things, and that I wouldn't be able to eat while thinking about what my two older siblings were doing. As I said, my mother knows me very well. I grinned at her, almost snickering internally at the outrageous pun, while I followed my mother's instructions and headed down to "check up on" whatever obscene things were going on in the bedroom my big sister shared with our big brother. "Mother really IS a kinky bitch," I thought with another internal grin. Of course, being "kinky" ran in the family... As I should well know. Well, it wasn't as kinky as it sometimes was, but it was still quite sexy. I got to my brother and sister's bedroom just in time to see Toni fit our big brother's swollen penis in her crack, before sliding down until almost every inch had vanished into her body. They both must have known I was coming to watch, because Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the door, while Toni sat on his lap with legs spread in my direction, so I could see every detail of their obscene coupling. As I mentioned earlier, my whole family knows my taste in sex, and tries to see that I'm not left out; even though I don't get turned on by the same things that they do. Once again, I almost giggled at the unintentional pun. The "action" going on between my big sister's legs were too interesting though, for me to spend much time in mirth. If I got carried away, I might miss the best part. Mike and Toni must have been going at it for some time before I came in, as his prick was white and shiny with slippery stuff, while my big sister's crotch was dripping. No wonder she hadn't had to get him excited before sliding down on him like that. I figured my brother and sister must have been fucking around for over half an hour; probably just waiting for me to arrive to watch their climax. I guess the thought of my older brother blowing his seed in his own sister's unprotected womb, while their little sister watched him do it, was almost as an erotic idea to my two older siblings as it was to me. For sure it didn't take the two incestuous lovers more than a minute or two to cum, once I got settled on the floor in front of them, with my face almost between their legs, so I could get a good closeup view of their coupling. Talk about the best seat in the house! Of course, my big sister would argue that; pointing out that HER position, with her "sitting" on our big brother's prick like that, was the, "best seat in the house." It was all I could do to keep from gasping with laughter at the very thought; thus missing the most interesting part. My big sister is just as kinky in her own way as I am. (Some people would say she's even kinkier; fucking her own big brother like that, without taking precautions.) Of course, our whole family is kinky. We just have different kinks to get us off. As I said, it didn't take long after I got settled in front of them before Mike was gasping, "Oh Sis, I'm gonna'...," while jamming his prick into Toni's belly with sharp insistent jabs. I knew it wouldn't be long before my big brother's sperm was decorating the inside of our sister's womb, and the thought almost had me gasping with excitement. My breath whistled through my teeth; and I had my legs jammed together to suppress the rising itch in my crotch, before I found myself reaching down in my panties and fingering myself as I watched. (Not that either of them would have minded if I did... It's just that it would have been too distracting to cum myself... Heck, I might miss it when Mike came in Toni; and I didn't get to watch them often enough to want to miss it even once.) My big sister seemed to be as excited about feeling our big brother cum inside her as either Mike or I was. "Do it... Do it, do it," she half-groaned; while her motions grew almost frantic on top of him; until one of her wilder gyrations almost pulled him out. Somehow Toni managed to slow down enough to keep from losing him, while our brother's motions became even more violent, if possible. "Oh God...," he groaned; and I knew my big brother had lost it. So did my big sister; as the jerking inside her belly must have been unmistakable. Toni pulled up for a second, until only the head of Mike's prick was inside her, so for almost a second I could see the bulges running up our big brother's prick, as ripples running through the tube on the bottom showed the older boy was actually cumming inside my big sister, and not faking it. The very idea of my big brother ejaculating his sperm in my sister was so erotic I almost came myself; fighting down the urge to climax, by squeezing my legs together. Once Toni was sure I had seen enough to satisfy ME, she dropped down so that Mike's prick was completely sheathed in her tight slot, and the following bulges in the tiny bit of brotherly prick remaining outside just told me the older boy was squirting his sperm as far up in my big sister's belly as either of them could get it to go. By this time my face was pressed so close to my big sister's crotch; that I could see, smell, and almost taste each incestuous bulge as yet another thick wad of cum rippled through my brother's prick and into my big sister's welcoming womb. God, it was so exciting to see that. (Not to mention the SMELL alone, was almost enough to make me cum in my shorts. The temptation to stick out my tongue and taste the delicious meringue making a mess of the juncture of my older siblings' bodies was almost overwhelming. The smell, look, and feel of hot sweaty bodies mixed with sex and even the delicious smell of cum almost made me feel I could taste it without even sticking out my tongue. Still, I knew better than to touch either of them without being invited. Our parents had made it abundantly clear that none of us were to ever touch another family member in a sexual way, unless that other person made it abundantly clear (in advance!) that such touching would not only be tolerated, but welcomed. Dad and Mother weren't going to let any of us rape any of the others; or even let any of us take advantage of someone else's weaknesses. That's how I had managed to remain a virgin, even with all of the rest of the family having an almost continual orgy around me. Neither Dad nor Mike were about to try having sex with me, unless I approached them first... which from the look of things, would be a long time. While I like sex well enough, my "tastes" are completely different from the rest of the family. And I knew my big sister would NOT like to be disturbed by feeling a tongue on her sensitive areas, while she was enjoying the final satisfying twinges of pleasure from having her pussy pumped full of our big brother's seed. It was this mutual trust... Her that I wouldn't touch her when she wasn't ready, and me trusting them to not try and force me to join them, that allowed us to do this; with me almost having my face buried in my sister's crotch; enjoying the vicarious pleasures of watching my older siblings mate like two minks, while my big brother and sister "got off" on knowing that their little sister got a kick out of seeing them do it. If we hadn't trusted each other to not touch, then we wouldn't have been able to do it. "Thanks, Big Brother," said Toni; as I watched a last shudder of pleasure ripple through her body. Mike didn't answer in words; just hugging her close while the last sticky drops of sperm oozed out of his prick and into my big sister's body. I knew that while Mike was too exhausted from that climax to say anything, from the heavy whistling of his breath, I also knew that he was just as grateful to my big sister for what she had done for him, as she was for what he did for her. He had made it abundantly clear in the past.Lori gave one last satisfied shudder, then reached down and patted the back of my head, pulling my face into her crotch so my nose was almost sticking into the gap around our big brother's cock at the top of her vagina. Thus given permission, I reached out with my tongue and lapped at the tasty juncture of sibling sex. The smell, look, feel, (and especially taste!) of my big sister's spendings, mixed with the slightly sharper and sweeter tastes of pre-cum left on her matted hair was exquisite. My mind almost blew away at the delicious flavor of my brother and sister combined, even though I didn't get even a taste of the stuff I like most, as my brother had left every drop of cum inside Toni's belly where it belonged, instead of wasting it on the outside. <Sigh.> Oh well... After I had licked them both clean (as much as I could with them still joined together like that) I pulled back and sat on my haunches. I knew better than to overdo my welcome, and while my big sister had enjoyed the feel of me cleaning her up, lesbian tendencies just weren't in her book of pleasures. If I got too eager, she might not let me do it again next time. (Not that I'm a lesbian either; being fully as heterosexual as everybody else in the family. It's just that MY pleasures are different from theirs, in a different manner than that. You might say I have different tastes, than they do. (Damnit! There I go again. <Giggle.>) I watched as Toni and Mike rolled back on the bed, still together, while they enjoyed the final twinges of being mated. Then, almost with regret it seemed, they finally pulled apart. While I had done a pretty good job of getting them clean when they were stuck together, Mike's prick STILL looked a smeary mess when they pulled apart. Toni's tight little cunny though had only a tiny white seepage to show that her own big brother's incestuous sperm was even then wriggling up inside her womb, looking for an egg to fertilize. My big sister is so tight inside, that rarely does much more than a drop escape, and even though my big brother has been spasming her belly full of incestuous cum for over three years now, she's never caught. I know neither one is using any precautions or even seem to care if she gets pregnant or not. If she does, she does, and neither of my two older siblings or even our parents seem to be worried about it. I guess they figure they'll worry about that, if and when Toni's pants start to get tight. Doesn't that almost blow you away? I know it does ME. Even my little sister seems to be turned-on by the idea of our older siblings mating like that. But I'll get to HER later. Toni looked at the tasty sausage dangling between our big brother's legs, and with an apologetic look at me, she bent over and sucked the half-erect member into her mouth, stripping the delicious juices from the outside, and enjoying the sweeter taste of the white dribble oozing from the tip. Our big brother's prick stayed half-erect at this stimulation, but he didn't get another full-sized hardon. I guess he couldn't. Only when she had cleaned up almost every drop, did my sister remember me. While Toni isn't as orally-fixated as I am, she DOES like the flavor of her pussy on our big brother's prick...yes, and even his cum too. "Want a taste?" She asked apologetically, reaching down to Mike's balls, and stripping one last thick drop out of his prick, so it made a tiny puddle oozing from the tip. I could see a white streak on my big sister's tongue, so I knew she had tasted Mike herself. Even with my disappointment, I couldn't blame my sister for getting a good taste of our big brother's cum, before offering any to me. I mean, I KNEW just how good it tasted, just as much as my big sister knew how much I liked the taste, so she didn't "hog" it all to herself. I nodded, grateful that I even got a taste. After all, my older siblings didn't HAVE to invite me to watch their sex-play...and they certainly didn't have to let me taste either of them afterwards. I was lucky to be allowed to watch, as most 12-year-old girls aren't even allowed to do that! "Mmmmmm." My mind STILL tingles at the delicious taste of my big brother's seed oozing against my tongue. I swirled it around in my mouth, trying to coat every inch without swallowing, so I could enjoy the taste as long as possible. Sadly, there was only a tiny drop, as my big brother must have left most of his sperm inside my big sister's body where he had been trying so frantically to plant it. I guess my loss was my big sister's gain. Still, I was grateful to both of them for letting me have even this little bit. They COULD have just chased me out, once they had cum and I had completed my mother's instructions to, "Check on Mike and Toni, and let them both know breakfast is ready when they're done." I savored the flavor of my big brother's cum, while I repeated our mother's instructions. For all the time it takes to describe, it had only been a little over five minutes since I came in to "check on" my two older siblings. I was still licking my lips when I arrived at the table. After that delicious appetizer, I was ravenously hungry. Mother just grinned as she slid a big platter of ham, eggs, and toast in front of me. She knows how hungry the sight, sound, smell, (and taste!) of seeing my brother and sister fucking makes me. Even though it was probably gone with the first bite, I still imagined the taste of my own big brother's cum was flavoring every bite. God, what a delicious thought...Having your own brother's cum flavoring your breakfast like that. I shuddered almost in orgasm at the very thought, and resolved to ask Mike (or Dad and Mother) if one of them could jack-off on my breakfast some morning, just so I could see what it tasted like. Even though the rest of the family thinks I'm kinky, and don't really get as turned on as I do by things like that, they still like to see me "get my jollies off" too. So if I asked, I knew that eventually one (or delicious thought) or possibly even both of my male relatives would do it. Lord knows, even with four horny females in the house, (well, possibly only three, if you don't count me) both Mike and Dad STILL "whacked off" on a semi-regular basis. Doing it over their little sister's (or daughter's) breakfast wouldn't be all that hard for studs like them. Who knows? They might even get off on it themselves. I resolved to ask, at the earliest opportunity. "Well?" asked my mother, interrupting my train of thought. "Did they do a good job?" I thought of the way Mike had looked while spasming my big sister's belly with cum. His face had been almost expressionless, but you could tell he was practically in heaven. Even though only a tiny drop leaked out later, I figured my big brother had left enough sperm in our sister's womb to make Lori be having her big brother's babies for the next five years...if she was in a condition to "catch" which I figured she was. And remembering the way my older sister's belly had fluttered in cramps around her big brother's prick, I knew the older girl had enjoyed it almost as much (if not more) as my big brother had. "Yes," I said, remembering the frantic coupling, "they did a good job. From the look of them when he was cumming, you would almost swear Mike was pumping at least a quart of baby-juice in Toni's belly." I giggled at the thought of my big sister's belly being swollen with that much cum being pumped inside her, then almost cramped at the devastatingly horny thought of that much cum pumping out of my big brother's prick for me to drink. The thought of a whole Mason Jar filled with white slippery goo, just waiting there for ME to drink up every drop, was so erotic I almost doubled over in unexpected orgasm. Damn! That was twice in one day I almost came without even being touched, just at the thought of what my big sister and brother were doing. "Yes," I said, repeating myself, "I'd say they must have done a VERY good job." Mother looked at me for a moment, probably wondering what I was thinking, as I shivered and shuddered in the memory of just how good a job my brother had done on our sister. "You know, you don't HAVE to watch them, if you don't want to," she said. "No Mother," I answered, shivering at the delicious memory. "It's I LIKE to watch them get it on. It's just that it gets me so...so..." "...Frustrated?...Horny?" she asked, completing my thought. "Um. Maybe we'll have to do something about that," she said, looking at me with some concern. "I'll talk to your father, and maybe we'll see if we can't arrange for something tonight...OK?" She looked at me questioningly. The smile I sent Mother would have made a car headlight look dim. Damn, I had never expected this! Usually Mother was as protective of HER few chances with Dad (considering my little sister) that she wouldn't even suggest such a thing. Still, my mother seemed to appreciate (to a small extent at least) that vaginal, cock-in-cunt sex was not the ONLY way for people to get off. Maybe the most important to her and the rest of the family, but not the only way. Even though it seemed like a "waste" to her, Mother still appreciated that the way I got pleasure from sex was NOT the way she and my two sisters did. "Thanks Mom," I almost squealed with glee, using my old "baby" name for Mother. "Well, don't get TOO excited," she reminded me."I still have to clear this with your father, you know." I wasn't worried. Dad hadn't once turned down any of us girls when we approached him for sex of any kind. Even when Laura wanted him to take her cherry, two weeks after she had her first period, Dad hadn't refused her... once he had warned the 8-year-old what might happen (this was two years ago). While they hadn't exactly been "fucking like bunnies" ever since, my little sister had almost taken over for Mother in their bedroom at night. Since Mother wasn't nearly as oversexed as the rest of the family, wanting it only two or three times a week, this wasn't as bad for her as it sounds. Mother had actually enjoyed the fact that Laura could "take over" every morning, and almost every other night; so Dad didn't have to miss out on "real sex" when she didn't feel like it. Previous to that, Mother had been "letting" Dad "use" her body to jack-off into, on the days when she wasn't horny herself. To have her horny 8, 9, and now 10-year-old daughter be "willing" to relieve her father's urges, had been a relief for both of them. Still, Mother usually jealously guarded her scheduled times with Dad. After all, she did get horny sometimes herself. Especially with three horny teenagers putting on a porno-show in the house almost every day. On the other hand, Mother knew that I could get almost as horny as my two sisters, and wasn't about to see me neglected either. After some discussion, Mother told me that while she was willing to give up "her turn" with Dad, so I could get some relief, I was going to have to make some negotiations with my two sisters for a more permanent solution. It wasn't fair that they got all the sex from the men in the house, and I didn't get any... Even if both men did prefer the same kind of sex as my two sisters did. I was almost shivering in happiness at the thought that I would probably not only get my father that night, but had the prospect of getting at least some relief on a more constant basis. Well, that was that morning and breakfast. Now you get some idea of why I was lying there in bed, twisting my clit and licking my lips at the memory of what happened earlier. Only that was just the beginning. It was about an hour after lunch when I came dashing into the house; having to pee so bad it felt like my teeth were floating. It's too bad I couldn't have come in earlier, as I understand the squeaking noises of the bed in the room I share with Laura had sent most of the family looking for a spare bedroom themselves. Only it's usually more fun to wait until whoever-it-is finishes, so you get all the stimulation from hearing them go at it, before starting your own song of love, and possibly disturbing the other "team." With that in mind, you can understand why not 30 seconds after I settled on the can and was starting to let go with a big healthy blast into the bowl, a rhythmic squeaking started up just down the hall, at almost the same moment my little sister came dashing into the bathroom with her hand cupped over her sex; trying desperately to keep from leaking all over the floor. "Oh shit," she said; glaring at me just as my bladder burst into full stream. Dad has said several times that he should fix up that "rough-in" for a bathroom in the basement into the real thing... or at least install a stool down there. Only he never has. This situation was just the sort of argument for finally getting Dad to do it... or maybe not. "Can't you get up?" asked Laura; now using both hands to desperately keep from leaking on the mat. The blast of pee hitting the bowl answered for me that if I got up, I'd be making a bigger mess than she would. Suddenly an evil grin spread across my little sister's face, as she remembered something. "Hey," she said; removing her cupped hand from under her leaking sex, "that's right. You like this stuff, don't you?" Here the little girl pushed her smeary messy crotch at me suggestively. If you think I turned down an invitation like that, you don't know me very well. Pulling my little sister closer, I stuck my tongue out and lapped up the lowermost dribble running down her leg. God, did that taste good! Something about my little sister's juices mixed with the deliciously sharp/sweet flavor of male cum made a cocktail that was indescribably delicious. After I cleaned up the more obvious drools so she didn't make a mess, I delved deeper with my tongue and was rewarded by an almost pure thick gob of sperm from my little sister's leaking hole. "Oh. You like that, don't you? You nasty little slut," groaned Laura; now pushing harder into my face; and almost pushing my nose into her clit. "Eat it all out, you cunt-licking whore." Laura's voice grew nastier and nastier, as her excitement grew. Previously my little sister had never let me touch her sex with my mouth; insisting that it was something only queers did. Laura is definitely not a lesbian... but then, neither am I. I just like to get my cum from wherever I can; and if it's from inside one of my sisters' vaginas, then so what? Cum is cum, no matter whether it comes 'straight from the tap" or from where the man squirted it. Heck, I'd probably be willing to suck my big brother's cum out of my little sister's asshole, if he ever squirted it there. Of course my sister would never go for that. Neither being fucked in the behind, or worse yet being eaten there appeals to Laura; though I'm not so sure what Toni would think of the idea. By this time, Laura was really getting into it; pushing her crotch in my face, while calling me, "Lezzie trash, cum-slurping whore. Suck your brother's nasty old scum out of your little sister's smelly gash. Come on, Sis, show me just what kind of lesbian gutter-whore you are, by cleaning all that nasty goo right out of me." Even trying, my little sister's innocence showed through; as she couldn't quite make her nasty slurs sound as bad as she wanted them to. For all of her accusing me of being a lesbian and normally being supposedly turned-off by things like I was doing, I could tell that Laura not only loved me, but was starting to actually like feeling me cleaning her out. That's why I didn't stop once I got the last delicious drop of family seed I could with my tongue; but continued licking and probing with my tongue, while the little girl's body shook, and I found even more mess to clean up. only this was clear and runny, not white and sticky. Laura's voice became ragged, as her voice became more and more potty-mouth. "Shit, cunt, mother-fucker, don't stop," she almost groaned; while at the same time almost drowning me with her secretions. By now I almost couldn't taste the cloying flavor of male cum I liked so much; but I wasn't about to stop until my sister wanted me to. You see, there's what they call the old "blowjob principle." If somebody give you a blowjob (or head of any kind) then you want to let them know you're grateful; so they'll be inclined to give you another one next time. I wanted Laura to know I was very grateful for giving me what I wanted; and if the way to show her was by getting her off, then I wasn't going to stint on the job. I wanted to get my little sister in the habit of coming to me to "clean her out" whenever she "got dirty". Maybe this way, I could get what I wanted without cutting into either of my two sisters' sex-lives. I wasn't really thinking this consciously, but I knew I did want to make my little sister feel good, after giving me what I had been craving all morning. Laura finally stopped shuddering; and once she did I stopped my frantic licking; just slowly running my tongue in and out of her hole until she seemed to get enough. "Oooh, that was good," she admitted. Then, with that same evil smile, but this time a twinkle in her eyes to accompany it, Laura held out her hand to me. "Here, you cum-sucking gutter-whore," she said; displaying where a thick drool of liquid had puddled in her hand while she made that earlier dash to the bathroom, "clean me up. And don't you dare miss a drop either, slut." "Mmmmmmmm." Now this was payment I could appreciate for eating my little sister out. While I'm not a lesbian, I'd gladly eat the little girl out two or even three times a day, for treats like this. Dutifully I cleaned up every drop of delicious seed, and looked hungrily for more. The cloyingly sweet taste of genuine male cum helped cover up the runny, almost tastelessly bland flavor of little girl. While eating my sister wasn't bad, and I could see why some people actually like to eat little girls out, it wasn't for me. I guess it's an acquired taste, like mine. I like the "real thing" like I just had cleaned off my little sister's hand, and earlier out of her body. "Michael's?" I asked interestedly, now that I had finished cleaning up every drop I could find. I couldn't be sure, because my sister's smell and taste had covered up the subtle differences between his taste, and that of our father. Besides, I knew that Laura and Mike quite often liked to "knock off a piece" in the afternoons. when their normal partners were otherwise occupied. "No, Dad's," giggled Laura; giving me another treat by holding out her left hand. There splattered on it, were almost as much cum as she had on the right one. Dad must have cum in buckets in the little girl for her to leak that much. Turned-on by the thought that I was licking up my own father's sperm... the same sperm he had squirted in his own daughter's fertile young belly, I almost shuddered in release myself as I cleaned her off.Afterwards, enjoying the sticky-sweet taste of my own father's seed in my mouth, and rolling it around on my tongue, the shudders suddenly became harder and harder, and I found I was coming, right there on the toilet, while my little sister hugged and comforted me. No longer the nasty little girl being mean to her sister, but the loving little girl who really cared for her big sister. "Go on, do it," she encouraged me; actually urging my mouth to her breasts which I sucked in unconscious activity. "Suck Momma's breasts... Cum on... Get it all out... Cum... Cum... Cum for your little sister. Eat Daddy's cum, and have a nice big cum yourself." I suddenly found myself face-to-face with my little sister; involved in a crushing kiss like I never had with anybody else. I don't know who started it, or who pushed, but both of us gave as good as we got; dueling tongues, and mashing our faces together so hard they almost bruised. As I said, I'm no lesbian, and even my little sister isn't going to make me one. (And Laura's even more a confirmed heterosexual than I am.) Still, that kiss and cum made me see why some women would turn to other women... if there weren't any decent men around like my father or big brother, anyway. If I ever find a man like either one, I'm going to marry him, if I have to kill both of my sisters to do it. Of course, I know both of them feel the same way. Once my shudders had died down, the way hers had earlier, we both pulled away and looked at each other. Experiences like that, you don't get every day. "Well," said my little sister; circling her toe on the bathroom mat like an embarrassed little boy. "Well," I repeated; almost as embarrassed myself. I mean, a girl just isn't supposed to do things like that with her little sister. Of course, girls aren't "supposed" to do all the things us girls did with our father and brother, either. "Well," I repeated; with more strength now as I recovered my breath, "we'll have to try that again some day, won't we?" Laura actually blushed; circling her toe even harder. At least she didn't seem to be mad at me for "coming on" to her like that... of course, she had started it. "Um... Yes... we will, won't we?" she said; blushing even harder. "Uh, How about tomorrow afternoon? Does that sound fine to you?" Laura ducked her head in little-girl embarrassment. If I turned her down.... I had no intention of turning her down. "Sounds fine to me," I said; reaching for the paper to wipe up with. I had almost forgotten my original purpose in the bathroom. "Same time tomorrow, same channel?" I asked. Laura grinned at me. Grins like that could win awards; and she knew it. "Same time, same station," she agreed. "And Marie?" "Um?" I grinned back at her, while I flushed the toilet. "I'm sorry I called you those nasty names." I grinned down at my little sister. "Laura," I said, "anytime you do that, you can call me all the nasty names you want to. I know you love me, and I love you too. You can call me all the nasty names you want to... OK?" "You really mean that?" she asked. "You're not mad about it? I really can? You do?" As the last statement settled in, I saw my little sister's face pucker up for a moment as if she was going to cry... and then I suddenly found myself in an embrace from the little girl like I hadn't had from her since she was seven, and was giving all her relatives big hugs. Suddenly I found the two of us embracing, me in my shorts and halter, Laura still stark-naked; hugging and holding each other while she actually cried on my shoulder. "Oh Marie," she finally sniffled as she pulled away, "I've missed you so bad." Missed me? I looked at my little sister in wonderment. Whatever could she mean? "I mean, I've missed holding you, and hugging you, and cuddling with you, like we used to," she explained; wiping a tear from her eye. "Then why did you stop?" I asked. It certainly hadn't been me who stopped hugging and cuddling. It seemed that just one day Laura had stopped; and from then on hadn't even wanted to snuggle up spoon-fashion in bed like we used to. It had confused me for a while when Laura had pointedly turned her back on me while in bed; but I wasn't one to force intimacy when none was offered. Nobody in our house is. "I thought I was getting too big for such things," she explained. "And besides, that's when I first learned about women who... who do things with other women, and I didn't want to be a lesbian." "Oh Sis," I sighed; exasperated at the kind of world that would make the innocent snuggling of a little girl with her big sister into the obscene coupling of two horny dykes. "You're never too old to hug someone you love," I explained; holding out my arms for the little girl to snuggle into a little more comfortably this time, "and nobody is going to force you into being a lesbian, if you don't want to. If you don't want to snuggle up to me at night, then you don't have to. But I'm not going to molest you in your sleep if you do, either. Have I ever approached you for sex?" I asked. "Well, no but..." I could tell Laura was thinking about that incredible scene we had in the bathroom, from her glance in that direction. "...but what if I told you I wanted you to 'approach' me?" she asked. "Then I would think about it, and let you know," I replied. "Even if I turned you down, I wouldn't be mad at you, or want to stop snuggling with you." "Oh," said Laura; snuggling even closer. By now we were sitting on our bed, her almost in my lap, while we talked and enjoyed being close in a way we hadn't been for over two years. "Uh... Marie?" "Yes?" I nuzzled my little sister's hair; enjoying the smell like I hadn't done in far too long. "I'm asking." Oh shit. Damnit! I was a heterosexual, and determined to stay one. Only I suddenly remembered something from my mother's lessons. Neither men nor women were really "gay", "bi", or "het". All humans were sexual creatures, and the urge to have sex was strong... even with members of your own sex, and yes even your own family members. There was nothing intrinsically wrong with such urges or feelings. There were only problems when people tried to control others in how they related sexually. That's why it was usually so bad to have parents having sex with their children, as what son or daughter could refuse to have sex with his or her parent, if he or she knew the older partner wanted it? On the other hand, she had explained that my big sister and brother climbing in bed with each other was not the same thing; even though society called both "incest" and condemned it. If they both wanted it, and neither one was forcing the other in any way, then why not? The old wives'-tales about incestuous relations resulting in deformed babies were just that: Hogwash. Mother explained to both of us girls about how genetics worked, and why the statistical chances of an incestuous relationship having problems were far less than the scare-tactics that society pushed at you. I think it was about that time, that Laura had asked something like, "What if a girl asked her father for sex, instead of him doing it?" After Mother answered that question, I don't think it was two days later before my little sister lost her virginity to Dad. So far, Mother's advice about incest seemed to be holding up. OK... so why was I worried about turning into a bull-dyke, when neither I nor my little sister liked that kind of stuff? If I "made love" to Laura, that would not "ruin" me or her for sex with the rest of the family. "I'll think about it, OK?" I replied. "OK." Laura didn't seem to be disturbed by my answer, as if it was the one she expected. "Only Marie?" she asked again. "Promise me something?" "What?" I replied; too wrapped up in the pleasure of holding the little girl in my arms after her long absence. "If you do decide 'Yes', I want you to promise me something." she said. "What's that?" I asked, semi-suspiciously. The cute grin of the 10-year-old made refusing her anything hard to do. "'Molest me in the middle of the night' like you said you would... please? I want to feel what it's like... OK?" "OK," I said; grinning back at the little girl, as hard as she was grinning at me. "If that's what you really want, and if I do decide to take you up on your generous offer, and if I decide that I want to do this, then yes, I'll do it. But I'm not guaranteeing anything. OK." "OK, Marie." The child squirmed around in my arms, gave me a crushing kiss, and was gone... leaving me with arms almost achingly empty. Somehow I just knew that sometime in the next two weeks or so, I would be pulling up the little girl's nightie, and not just feeling her up, but trying to get the little girl to orgasm, before she was fully awake. The damned thought the little girl had planted in my head was just too erotic to resist. Somehow I just knew that Laura knew it too. Oh well. I looked over at the little girl in bed with me, her leg half-over mine, sleeping close to me like we hadn't for way too long, and was tempted to start right now. Only my long-awaited climax was close; and there was still that last memory of the day to help me get off. In the delight of rediscovering my little sister, I had almost forgotten the promise my mother had made earlier. Thus it was that about an hour ago, Mother caught me by surprise, when she called in to the living-room, where the rest of the family was watching TV."I'm going to bed early tonight," she announced. At my little sister's brightening face, she squelched the little girl's hope of "taking over" for her mother. "So Marie, could you 'take care' of your father tonight? I've got a slight headache." I knew Mother no more had a headache than I did. This was just her way of allowing me to get to Dad, before one of my sisters beat me to it. "Sure Mother," I said, "if Dad doesn't mind. Perhaps he'd prefer one of the other girls though (here I licked my lips suggestively). You know how they can both 'do things' that I don't." The whole family, including Dad, knew those "things" involved little girls taking their father's penis right up inside their tight little slits, and then letting Dad fill their cute little tummies full of his thick white baby-making cum. The fact that neither girl was on the pill, or even planning on getting on it, just made the whole idea that much more erotic. On the other hand, while I couldn't do THAT for Dad, I DO give the best blow-jobs in the house. Dad says in the entire universe, but he's prejudiced. Still, there IS something in what he says. To give a REALLY good blow-job, you've got to LIKE giving blow-jobs. (Remember that "blow-job" principle?) Not only that, but you shouldn't mind getting cum in your mouth, and even swallowing, if you have to. There are few turn-ons to men, like seeing a pretty girl licking her lips, and then SWALLOWING his sperm as if she likes it. If you REALLY like it, that's a plus...though I understand that there are SOME women that they call "cum-guzzlers" that are only interested in just that...swallowing a man's sperm. They will suck like hell to get a man to cum in their mouth; then swallow it, and go on to the next guy to get some more. Sick! Then, you get the rare-bird like me, who loves the taste of cum. While I would no more spit out someone's cum after they squirted it in my mouth than I would candy, I wouldn't just gulp it down, either. I LIKE the taste of cum in my mouth; and try to keep as much there as long as I can before I swallow. The same goes for cock-sucking. I like to tease a guy on for as long as possible; keeping him on the hairy-edge of cumming all the while, until he finally loses it and squirts his cum in my mouth where it belongs. (To me, it seems a waste for a man to squirt it up a girl's cunny, unless he's trying to get her pregnant. To my sisters, it's just the opposite.) So, as you gather, I give a GREAT blow-job. Dad knows THAT, too. That's why I really wasn't surprised (but was pleased) to hear my father say, "No, it's all right with me, if it's all right with Marie." The faces of both girls turned to me expectantly, and then fell at my smiling response. On the other hand, Mike's face brightened, when he learned that both of them would probably be available to HIM to 'slake his lust on." When one of the other girls is with Dad, that usually means he has only one sister to squirt his sperm in. To my big brother, there's only ONE proper hole for a man's prick to go in. Dad, thank goodness, is more civilized. So, about 45 minutes ago I found just me and Dad in the living-room with the TV turned off, and both of us naked. I climbed on my father's lap and gave him a bare-naked hug, just like I understand my little sister gave him (and later Mike, and Toni) not 15 minutes after leaving me that afternoon. "Daddy," I said; using the erotic name he liked to be called when having sex with us kids, "I love you." "'Love you too, Marie," he replied; giving as good as he got, in the hug department. After a few minutes, he started squirming though. I giggled as I felt my father's penis swell up under my bottom; and after a little more squirming, poke up between my legs. "But don't you think we'd better do something about this," he said; looking down at his lap where his penis was almost splitting my cunt-lips, "before it accidentally slides up inside you?" My father knows how I feel about remaining a virgin. "Oh...I don't know," I said; squirming until my father's prick actually WAS poking into the hole between my legs, and the sudden rush of wetness from both of us made it incredibly slippery. "Oh God," I thought, "just one hard PUSH, and my virginity would be history; while my tummy would be so filled with Daddy's baby-juice that I would probably be nursing our child within the year...SO close..." "That might be fun," I said; gritting my teeth and standing up, instead of forcing myself down, like I almost found myself wanting to. "But we're supposed to do it THIS way, this time," I said; getting on my knees. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dad's sandbagged look. That was the first time I had even HINTED that I might accept vaginal intercourse. I giggled, while internally I wondered just what I was talking myself into THIS time. One of the main reasons I'm still a virgin, is that I KNOW I'm extremely fertile (heck, even the doctor has warned me) and once I start having unprotected sex with either Dad or Mike, my non-pregnant time will probably be measured in hours, if that. And I also knew full-well, that any sex I DID have with either one of them WOULD be unprotected; with thick family prick belching great gobs of incestuous baby-making cum at my fertile young womb. Hours? Heck, I would probably be pregnant within minutes of taking Dad inside me. Such a scary (and thoroughly erotic) thought! My crotch was soaking wet, and I knew it was NOT just from the pre-cum leaking out of Dad's prick. I knew I had better do SOMETHING to cool my hot box off; so I did what always had worked in the past...I deep-throated Dad's prick. I didn't even wait to get him worked-up or myself excited first. From the almost steady drool of clear liquid coming from my father's penis, I knew Dad was about as excited as he could get. I guess my hint about what I MIGHT do some other time had gotten him incredibly aroused. I filed this concept away for use later, when I might need to get one of my men excited in a hurry. Usually, when I deep-throat someone, I work him up first; sucking and jacking on him, until his prick is slippery with pre-cum, and it's spread all around my mouth, and even I am so excited I'm ready to be choked by prick, if necessary. This time I just jammed my mouth down in Dad's crotch so fast that it slid down my throat like an oversized potato. God! Did that hurt! But I didn't stop; working myself forward until my nose was buried in Dad's fur, and my mouth was strained as far open as it could be, around the base of his prick. The smell and aroma of a real MAN in my nose, combined with the sight and knowledge that my own father's prick was buried in my body where it belonged, were enough to make me climax without a thing touching my overheated little snatch. For the next 20 minutes, from that first big swallow, until my ministrations finally got to be too much, I was in almost continuous orgasm; shuddering around my father's prick, while I did everything a 12-year-old girl could do to excite her father; only easing up each time he got a little too close to cumming in me. Up and down and around I would slide my mouth; pausing each time I felt those tiny flutterings that presaged my father's eruptions. All the time, I felt his body up, hugging him to me, and rubbed and stroked his legs, chest, balls, ass, and wherever I could reach. Whenever Dad got too close, I would slow down for a second; still keeping his prick in my mouth, but no longer stroking until his excitement died down momentarily. Three times in that session, I felt a delicious dollop of warm cum splurt into my mouth, while I hastily nipped my father's prick with my teeth to distract him from giving me the whole load. Occasionally, I would "deep-throat" him, but mostly I just used my mouth like a cunt for him to fuck; letting his prick slide down my gullet on the instrokes, while catching my breath on the outstrokes. At the same time I was doing this, I was peripherally aware of Dad stroking my back; teasing the erect nipples on my dangling breasts (what there were of them to "dangle") feeling me up, gentling me down; and generally helping me to enjoy the almost continuous shudders of orgasm that kept rippling through my body. I was incredibly disappointed that I had to swallow the first three squirts, but I did have to, to avoid making a big mess. Besides, Dad's cock pushed most of it down my throat anyway, and one went there directly; as he squirted it while buried halfway down my gullet. All the time I fucked my mouth on my father's prick, we made love. I was continuously aware of Dad's words about how he loved me, how good it felt, and how he wanted ME to feel good. I was just about to let Dad squirt, (Yes, I have that good a control, that usually *I* can control when a man comes...usually, but not always.) when I felt myself being moved, and realized that Dad was moving my body over his, so he could return the favor by licking MY hot little hole. It wasn't forceful; being more of a suggestion by pushing lightly on my hips than a demanding shove. Still, I found myself moving to accommodate him. Now usually, I resist ANY touch even near my vagina; but after what had happened today, (especially with my earlier hint) how could I refuse to allow my father the same pleasure of tasting me, that he was giving me of tasting him?I slid my body around; for once not only not resisting his unconscious effort to make me feel as good as he was, but actually helping him position my body to where first his finger, and then his incredibly slippery tongue could stroke and tickle my overheated crack. This was almost an incredibly bad mistake. It was only with incredible effort that I kept from almost biting my father's prick in two, the first time I felt his tongue touch my clit. NOBODY (besides myself) had EVER touched my clit when I was already in the process of cumming. Even I usually kept my fingers away from there, as the sensations were too strong for me to control, and I had been known to fall out of bed... spoiling everything... when that happened. Only Dad had control of me this time and wouldn't let me fall off. I literally blacked-out for several seconds from the intensity of the sensations. As I said, it was almost sheer luck that I maintained enough brain to remember NOT to bite down. When I came to, I was almost choking, as I had involuntarily forced myself an incredible distance down on my father's prick, and I somehow had managed to suck balls and all inside my mouth, so my mouth was distended around the base of his prick, like a snake swallowing a broomstick. My nose was almost to his ass, and the incredibly erotic smell, sound, feel, and yes taste of my father was making me try to swallow him whole! Only it was too much. I need air to breathe, too. So I regretfully was about to pull back to catch another breath, when I heard Dad groan, "Oh God," and actually PUSH another half-inch down my throat! Being out of control like that had made me lose control of Dad too. For a second, I mentally debated with the twin possible pleasures of letting Dad actually cum down my throat (where I couldn't taste it) or pulling back to get a breath of air (where I could enjoy the taste of thick rich cum squirting against my tonsils). It turns out that I didn't really have a choice in the matter, as my body chose for me. I pulled loose just enough to gasp for air, before I almost choked to death on the enormous gouts of cum my father spouted in my mouth. Some people are addicted to chocolate; others like steak or lobster. While I like ice-cream, I'd give it up forever for one sip of cream straight from a man's prostate. It's sweet and indescribably tasty and erotic. I could just gorge myself on it. Drinking that imagined quart of sperm, while incredibly obscene, nasty, and repulsive to some people, would be like drinking nectar of the gods, to me. I wouldn't just DRINK it, like those cum-guzzling sluts; I'd savor every drop. Ooohh! Damn! That obscene thought had been enough to put me over the top. I couldn't help myself; almost thrashing around in bed, as the memory stimulated me to my long-sought orgasm, while my jerking woke up my little sister. Sensing what was happening, Laura cuddled me and held me through the shakes, while I kept both hands thrust between my legs; looking vaguely like a boy who had been kicked in the balls. It was only after that incredible climax had died down, that I was able to think again. First I resolved to actually DO the thing I had talked about earlier...molest my little sister in her sleep...probably in the morning. Second, I tried to finish up my recollection of the day (harder to do, now that I was relaxing after getting my rocks off. Still, I DID want to finish my mental review of the day... As I said; Dad was cumming in my mouth; while I was barely aware that his ejaculation had distracted HIM from the job he had previously been doing on MY hot little hole...thank goodness for small favors. My orgasm combined with his, I couldn't have handled. I wonder how those people in stories manage "simultaneous orgasms?" Sounds incredibly awkward to me. After feeling one incredibly tasty squirt of thick hot cum wash against my tongue, I decided to partially go for Dad's pleasure, as well as my own. (After all, he deserved it.) I jammed my head forward, and let the second big bulge surge through my father's prick, ripple across my tongue, and on through where his swollen member was buried down my gullet. I could tell from his reaction that felt incredibly good to Dad. Then I pulled back and caught a breath; once again barely avoiding choking on the third big squirt. After that, I held my breath; just working my throat muscles on and off my father's prick; using the back of my throat like an interior vagina for Dad to jack off into. I was well rewarded for my efforts. While SOME of Dad's sperm went right down my throat, most of it did not. It seems that the tight squeeze of my throat kept Dad's sperm bottled up in his prick until I pulled back far enough for the pressure to drop enough to let it out in my mouth; while the sensation of actually fucking me in the throat was enough for Dad to squirt more sperm in my body than even he thought he had in him. Dad was NOT disappointed that he had picked me over either of my two sisters. I wondered just how much longer I could resist the idea of getting my father to "take my cherry" and squirt his sperm in my tummy from the other end, just like he does to my two sisters. They both insist that it's even BETTER than swallowing cum; though I don't see how that's possible. I shuddered in another half-orgasm at the very thought. Somehow I knew my virginity's lifetime could probably be measured in days at most, and probably only hours. Well, at least if we did "make love properly" there wouldn't be any "going to waste", as whatever sperm didn't end up in my vagina getting me pregnant would be there for me to clean up with my mouth. I stripped my father's prick of each tasty drop of precious cream; shivering at the delicious thought combined with the equally delicious flavor of my own father's cum. By the time he finished, with his prick all wilted and small in my mouth, I felt like I had well over a half a cup of my father's semen to swill around and enjoy the taste of. It couldn't really have been over a few tablespoons, but it FELT like that much. God, was that good. It was lying here after Dad went back to bed with Mother, still savoring the incredibly erotic taste of my own father's seed in my mouth, that got me hot enough to masturbate...even after that incredible orgasm earlier. As I said, I simply LOVE the taste of my father's cum. It isn't often that I get more than just a taste.

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An Erotic Story

"Seven," she told me. "Huh?" I was resting, trying to get my breath after the most incredible sex I'd ever had, with likely one of the most beautiful women I'd ever met. (Pun intended.) Even the most experienced and high-priced hookers would fail the test. I was wondering just when this woman, who couldn't be more than just *barely* "legal" at eighteen, if that, had started. "I said, 'Seven,'" she replied. "The answer is always seven." Uh... Just what I needed... a kook. Just about the time I met a woman that looks worthy of chasing around the world to marry, she turns out to have some weird hangup over numbers. Damn. "I was seven years old when I first had sex," she explained. Oh. Oh God... Seven. THAT is what she meant. I tried imagining having sex when I was only seven myself, and couldn't do it. I was nine, almost ten, before I started playing with myself, and almost two years older when I first ejaculated. Seven. "Uhuh," the woman answered my inquisitive look. "It was on the night of my seventh birthday that Daddy first came down to my room, climbed under the covers with me, slipped his fat prick up in my crack, slid in and out, and then pumped thick white gobs of baby-goo in my hole. Seven. The answer is always seven." Oh shit. "You mean your father raped you when you were only seven years old?" I asked. "Raped? Who said anything about rape? I said I had SEX when I was seven. It took seven years after I was born before Mom figured I was ready for it. I took to sex like a duck takes to water. For a while I was annoyed that Mom actually made me wait seven whole years to feel this wonderful thing." Oh. I thought a bit more; then opened my mouth to ask how much sex she had at when she first started at such a young age. After all, you don't expect a kid that young to be having sex several times a day like a teenager! "Seven," she replied before I asked. "I told you, the answer is always seven." This was getting annoying. The woman didn't even know what I was going to ask, and replies with the same shit. "At least seven times a week. Mom saw to it that Daddy slipped into my bed at least once a night after that first time; and on the times he didn't, she made him make it up to me the following week. Seven." "Seven times... That's the number of times Daddy fucked me in one day," she explained. Oh shit. I wondered how old she had been when she first got pregnant; as it didn't sound like her horny goat of a father was inclined to use birth-control... and her mother didn't sound like the type to make him. "Seven," she said again, to my questioning look. I started a slow burn again. "It took seven years from the first time we had sex until Daddy knocked me up, a little past my fourteenth birthday." Oh Geesh. How had the woman even guessed the question I was going to ask? "Seven," she said. "The answer is *always* seven. You're the seventh guy to ask me. When you look at me that way, the answer is always obvious; and it's always seven. For example, my sisters and I had seven kids by Daddy before we left, and the oldest was just seven, and Daddy was climbing into HER bed for the first time, when we took off for college. Seven girls in one tiny apartment; two of them my sisters. No, I didn't have seven kids *personally* by my father, but they came within less than seven years." "So you're...?" "Twenty-One... or three times seven," she replied with a grin. God, she didn't really look a day over fourteen. ("Two times seven," whispered a quiet voice in my mind. "Shut UP," I told myself.) I wondered if I was crazy enough to marry this woman, how long it would take to get her to the altar, and if I did, how old *our* kids would have to be before she had me porking the girls like she and her sisters were? "Seven years," she answered my unspoken question. "I *told* you, the answer is always seven. And yes, my two sisters were named, 'Five' and 'Six'; as Mom numbered her pregnancies from her own father, before she met Daddy." Oh God... That meant her very NAME was.... 7.

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Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/7.txt

Fun with Dick and Jane

"Momma?" asked the little 8-year-old girl, turning off the television where a particularly abusive stream of language was cut short, "why do they call a man's 'thing' his 'Dick'? I can understand 'Penis' and 'Cock', but why did they name it after my big brother?" "Well, Jane, it's hard to explain... A man's penis isn't named after your brother; he wasn't even born then. But it is named after the same boy your brother was named after, in a book. You wouldn't know about that though, as the schools just aren't the same as when your father and I were kids." "What's that got to do with it, Momma?" "Well, they just don't use the same books to teach first-graders how to read anymore. I'm not saying it's right or that it's wrong, but I miss those old primers they used to use. They taught me and your father a lot. My brother and I went to the first grade together, you know." "They say it's better now, Momma. They teach sex education and everything these days," the little brunette grinned up at her mother from where she had been watching TV. "Well," explained her 22-year-old mother, "they did then too. Only differently." "Here," she said, rummaging through a bookcase. "Perhaps Mom saved either your father's or mine. Mom always was a packrat." A lot of rummaging, and blowing of dust, and shortly the older (not too much older... only 14 years older than the child) woman managed to retrieve two fairly thick volumes from the unsorted pile inside. "I don't believe it," she said in satisfaction. "Mom saved BOTH of them... not only mine, but my brother's set too, so there's a set to give your big brother, if he ever wants one." "Here," she continued, "you're a pretty good reader by now, being in the third grade. So this shouldn't take more than an hour or two to read. When you're done, maybe you'll understand things better." The older girl sighed with misty-eyed memories of when she and her big brother had sat side-by-side in those big desks that had seemed just made to hide what was going on underneath them, between brother and sister, like so many of the kids in the first grade had been. Those had been fun times; coming to school day by day to read about what had seemed like the terribly exciting life of the boy and girl in the primer. She handed the little girl the worn and frayed book. In spite of the surface appearance, though, when the child opened it up to First Page, the colors and pictures were as vivid as she remembered them. "Momma!" exclaimed the little girl in delight, "They've got pictures on every page! BIG pictures too!" "I know, dear," sighed the woman for lost days of youth. "That's why Mike and I liked them so well. These days, I guess it just costs too much for the schools to pay for books this good. Back in those days, they were handed down from year to year, until they finally wore out. I think ours was the last grade to use these primers, so it's pure luck that Momma got them to keep." The little 8-year-old turned to the title page, showing a full-sized picture of a teenaged boy, and a little girl that looked not much older than her namesake. "Fun with Dick and Jane," she read, looking at the carefully colored pictures of a little girl in a short red dress that came barely halfway down her thighs, and an older boy looking so handsome in a blue pair of pants and yellow shirt (probably picked more for color contrast than any other reason). The little girl in the short dress seemed to fill the cute outfit out like it was poured on, and the barest hint of breasts emphasized her laughing face and long hair to assure you the child really was a girl, while her short-haired brother was definitely a boy. For the next two hours, the little 8-year-old sat quietly in the chair, reading every page aloud, while the thick rustle of the pages turning showed that almost every sentence was on a separate page, with an explicit picture to show exactly what was going on, so the child reading it could match the action on the page to each word below. Miranda got a little warm, thinking about how much she and Mike had enjoyed those books together, and what they had done while reading them under the cover of those big old desks. She understood things were much more out in the open these days, as her daughter's busy fingers reminded her, once the child got into reading (or looking... the pictures, while not of modern-day photographic quality, were originally hand-painted, then transferred to the printing process in a way that was long dead). The pictures would probably long outlive the present day's modern photo-printing though, where they used live actors and pictures of them to make the "illustrated" books for little boys and girls these days. The modern methods, while quite accurate and even beautifully erotic sometimes, just didn't give the meaning to "illustrated" that those old hand-paintings of the little girl and boy in the storybook did. As she wandered around, the woman never went far, listening to each sentence, remembering vividly the picture that accompanied each line, as she and her husband had enjoyed looking at every picture in the book for many long minutes in class, while some of the slower kids struggled to figure out each word, that grew progressively harder and longer throughout the story, with each new word being repeated and used, until the child reading it understood and was familiar with it, allowing the new word to be used later in other sentences. From the beginning of the book, with its two-word sentences, to the ones in the back with over a dozen words in them, the book was designed to teach basic reading in a progressive manner, introducing children to new concepts in a step-by-step approach. Miranda admired the way the book managed not only to teach reading, but loving, fairness, reciprocation, respect for your parents, sex, and family values, all in two small volumes. The woman had never realized until now how much books like these helped instill community values and morals in children, by showing them what was considered normal in the community. Without care, even such innocuous things as beginning readers for children like these, could distort the family values that people like her so highly valued. Miranda was glad the people who had written the primers and published them were ethical people. The young mother almost shivered at the thought of what distorted parodies of family values might be instilled in innocent trusting children, if those same people had been hung up on incest, were sexually-repressed, or happened to be any other kind of pervert, for that matter. The child's sweet voice neatly pronouncing each word, just brought the memories of each vividly colored picture back that much clearer to the listening young woman. See Dick. See Jane. See Dick and Jane. See Dick. See Dick's hand. See Jane. See Jane's dress. See Dick's hand in Jane's dress. See Jane. See Jane's hand. See Dick's pants. See Jane's hand in Dick's pants. See Dick rub. See Dick rub Jane. See Jane rub. See Jane rub Dick. Rub, rub, rub. See Dick and Jane rub. Dick and Jane have fun. Fun, fun, fun. See Dick kiss. See Dick kiss Jane. Kiss, kiss, kiss. See Jane kiss. See Dick and Jane kiss. Kiss, kiss, kiss. See Dick and Jane kiss and rub. Dick and Jane have fun. See the pants. See Dick's pants. See Jane's hand in Dick's pants. See the cock. See Dick's cock. See Dick's cock in Jane's hand. See Jane rub. See Jane's hand rub Dick's cock. Rub, rub, rub. See Dick's cock. See Dick's cock get big. See Jane rub. See Dick's cock get bigger. See Jane. See Jane rub. See Jane rub hard. See Jane rub Dick's cock hard. See Jane rub harder. Dick and Jane have fun. Jane likes to rub Dick's cock. Rub, rub, rub. Dick has fun too. See Jane's face. See Dick's cock. See Dick's cock get big. See Jane rub Dick's big cock. Rub, rub, rub. Jane has fun. Dick has fun. Dick and Jane have fun. See Dick's cock get bigger. See Dick squirt. See Dick's cock squirt. See Dick squirt in Jane's face. See Dick's cock squirt in Jane's face. Squirt, squirt, squirt. See Jane. See Jane's face. Jane's face is wet. See Dick, See Dick's cock. Dick's cock is wet. See Jane's face. See the cum. See the cum on Jane's face. See Dick's cum on Jane's face. See Jane's tongue.See Jane's tongue lick. See Jane's tongue lick cum. See Jane's tongue lick Dick's cum. Lick, lick, lick. See Jane lick. See Jane lick Dick's cock. Lick, lick, lick. See Jane lick Dick's cum. See Dick's cock. Dick's cock is small. See Jane. See Jane's dress. See the panties. See Jane's panties. Jane's panties are wet. Wet, wet, wet. See Jane's cunny. Jane's cunny is wet too. See Dick lick. See Dick lick Jane. Lick, lick, lick. Dick likes to lick Jane. Jane likes it too. Dick and Jane have more fun. See Dick lick Jane harder. Jane likes it when Dick licks her cunny. Dick likes to lick Jane too. See Dick lick Jane. See Jane cum. Cum, cum, cum. See Jane cum in Dick's face. Jane likes to cum. So does Dick. Dick likes to make his sister cum. See Dick. Dick is Jane's brother. See Jane. Jane is Dick's sister. Dick and Jane are brother and sister. Dick is a boy. Jane is a girl. Dick and Jane are a boy and girl. Jane is little. Jane is a little girl. Dick is bigger than Jane. Jane is Dick's little sister. Dick is Jane's big brother. Dick likes his little sister. Jane likes her big brother. See Dick kiss Jane. Kiss, kiss, kiss. See Jane kiss Dick. See Dick and Jane kiss. See Dick kiss his little sister. See Jane kiss her big brother. Kiss, kiss, kiss. See Dick's cock. Dick's cock is not small. Dick's cock is big. Kissing Jane makes Dick's cock get big. See Jane. See Jane's face. See Dick. See Dick's cock. See Dick's cock get big. See Jane kiss Dick's big cock. Kiss, kiss, kiss. See Dick's cock get hard. See Jane's mouth. See Dick's cock in Jane's mouth. See Jane suck. See Jane suck cock. See Jane suck her big brother's cock. See Dick fuck. See Dick fuck his little sister's mouth. See Dick get big. See Jane suck. See Jane suck Dick. Suck, suck, suck. Dick is going to cum. See Jane suck harder. See Dick cum. See Jane suck Dick's cum. Suck, Suck, suck. Cum, cum, cum. See Dick cum in his little sister's mouth. See Dick's cock. Dick's cock is little. See Jane. See Jane's mouth. See Dick's cum in his little sister's mouth. Jane likes her big brother's cum. See Jane smile. See Jane smile at Dick. See Dick smile at Jane. See Dick and Jane smile. See Jane's face. See Dick's cum. See Jane swallow. Gulp, gulp, gulp. See Jane swallow Dick's cum. See Jane swallow her big brother's cum. Jane likes her big brother. Dick likes his little sister. Dick and have fun together. See the room. See the bed. See the bedroom. See Jane. See Jane's room. See Jane's bedroom. See Dick and Jane in Jane's room. Dick and Jane are going to bed. See the floor. See Jane's dress on the floor. Jane has no clothes on. See Jane's clothing on the floor. See Jane. See Jane naked. See Dick. See Dick's pants. See Dick's pants on the floor. See Dick. See Dick naked. Dick has no clothes on. See Dick's clothing on the floor. Dick is naked. Jane is naked. See Dick kiss his naked little sister. See the bed. See Jane. See Jane's bed. See Jane climb in bed. See Jane in bed. See Dick climb in bed. See Dick in bed. See Dick in bed with Jane. Dick and Jane are in bed together. Dick is a boy. Jane is a little girl. Dick is older than Jane. Jane is younger than Dick. Jane is in bed with her older brother. Dick is in bed with his younger sister. Jane is in bed with her big brother. Dick is in bed with his little sister. The older boy is in bed with his little sister. Dick likes to sleep with Jane. Jane likes to sleep with Dick. Dick likes to sleep with his little sister. Dick is not sleepy yet. Jane is not sleepy either. What to do? See Dick's cock. Dick's cock is hard. Dick is horny. See Jane's cunny. Jane's cunny is wet. Jane is horny too. What to do? See Dick. See Jane. See Jane's legs. Jane's legs are spread. See Dick. See Dick's legs. See Dick's knees. Dick is on his knees. Dick is on his knees, between his sister's legs. See Dick's cock. Dick's cock is hard. See Jane's cunny. Jane's cunny is wet. Dick and Jane are horny. Dick likes his little sister. Jane likes her big brother. Dick and Jane have fun together. Dick's cock is big. Jane's cunny is little. See Dick's big cock go in Jane's little cunny. Jane's cunny is tight. Tight, tight, tight. Dick likes Jane's tight cunny. See Dick's big cock go in Jane's tight cunny. Dick is fucking his little sister. See Dick's cock slide in his sister. See Dick's cock slide out of Jane. Dick's cock is red. In, out, in, out. Dick and Jane are fucking. See Dick fuck Jane. See Jane fuck Dick. See Dick and Jane fuck. See Dick's cock. Dick's cock is NOT red now. Dick's cock is wet. See Jane's cunny. Jane's cunny is wet. Dick likes to fuck his little sister. Jane likes to fuck her big brother. See Jane's tummy. See Dick's cock slide into Jane. Dick's cock is in Jane's tummy. Dick likes his cock in his little sister's tummy. Dick is 15 years old. Jane is 10 years old. Dick is five years older than Jane. Dick likes to fuck his 10-year-old little sister. Dick likes to fuck his little sister in the cunny. Dick likes to cum. Jane likes to cum too. Dick likes his little sister. Dick likes to cum in his 10-year-old sister too. Jane wants Dick to cum in her tummy. Jane likes Dick too. Dick fucks Jane harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fucking is fun. Fucking is fun for boys and girls. Dick's cum is called sperm, too. Jane wants Dick's sperm in her tummy. Dick's prick is bigger now. Dick is going to squirt cum in his little sister. Jane wants Dick to cum in her. See Dick and Jane fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fucking is fun. Fucking is fun for Dick and Jane. Dick's cock gets big. Dick is cumming in Jane. Squirt, squirt, squirt. Dick's cum is white. See Dick's cum. Dick's white cum is squirting in his little sister. Dick likes to squirt his sperm in the 10-year-old little girl. Dick likes to squirt his sperm in his little sister's tummy. Jane likes to feel her 15-year-old brother cumming in her. Dick likes it too. See Mom. Mom is Jane's mother. Mom is Dick's mother too. See Dad. Dad is Dick's father. Dad is Jane's father too. Dad and Mom are Dick's father and mother. Dad and Mom are Jane's father and mother too. Dad and Mom see Dick fuck his little sister. See Mom smile. See Dad smile. Jane is Mom and Dad's daughter. Dick is Mom and Dad's son. Mom and Dad watch Dick fuck Jane. See Mom and Dad smile. "Fuck your sister," says Dad. "Fuck your brother," says Mom. Mom and Dad like to see their 15-year-old son fuck his 10-year-old little sister. "Fuck your little sister," says Dad. "Fuck your big brother," says Mom. Mom and Dad watch Dick cum in Jane. Squirt, squirt, squirt. "Cum in your little sister," says Dad. See Dick's cock. See Dick's cock in Jane. See Dick cum in Jane. Cum, cum, cum. Cumming is fun. Cumming in your little sister is fun. Dick is done. Dick has finished cumming. Dick has finished cumming in his little sister. Dick is happy. See Dick smile. Jane is happy. See Jane smile. See Dick slide out of Jane. See Dick's cock. Dick's cock is white. Dick's cock is small now. See Jane's cunny. Jane's cunny is white. Dick's cum is in Jane's cunny. Jane has her big brother's sperm in her tummy. See Mom and Dad smile. Mom and Dad are Happy. Mom and Dad like Dick to squirt sperm in his little sister's tummy. Mom and Dad like to see Dick and Jane fuck. Jane has Dick's sperm in her tummy. Little girls need lots of their brothers' sperm in their tummies. Mom and Dad smile at Dick and Jane. Jane is sleepy. Dick is sleepy too. See the blanket. See Mom cover Dick and Jane with the blanket. "Go to sleep," says Mom. See Jane sleep. See Dick sleep. Dick is sleeping in his little sister's bed. See Dick sleep with his little sister. See Mom smile at Dad. See the door. See Mom and Dad go through the door. See the door close.Dick is sleeping with his little sister, in her bedroom. Dick's sperm is in Jane's cunny. Dick and Jane are sleeping together. The child yawned and stretched, her panties in a pile on the floor where she had kicked them, when the action in the story got too interesting, and her panties got in the way of her probing fingers. "Is Dad home yet?" she asked her mother, hopefully. "No, but I'm sure your big brother will help you out," the woman told her precocious young offspring, with a giggle. She might as well have been talking to a hole in the air, as the 8-year-old headed towards the bedroom she shared with her 10-year-old brother. Miranda sighed, and picked up the child's clothing that the little girl had been discarding, even as she dashed towards the back of the house. For the next 20 minutes, squeaks, groans, and pants echoed down the hall from where the little girl had left the door open; rising to groans of a young boy and the wails of satisfaction of a little girl having their respective climaxes shortly thereafter. While Dick probably "got off" in his little sister before she did, he knew better than to leave the little girl hanging. While the erotic dance was going on in the other room was continuing, Miranda compared her old primer with the books her daughter had at the same age. The modern ones were slick and professional, with many actual full-color photographs of boys and girls fucking and sucking, and even quite a few pictures of full-grown men fucking little girls, some being almost 12 years old, but some of whom were obviously even younger than Jane. While incredibly erotic, there weren't nearly so many, and most of the pictures were clustered in a section in the middle; and only referred-to by notes in the text, instead of the page-by-page seduction of the little girl in the older books, where the pictures, while not the modern photo-quality, were lifelike enough that you were almost certain that a real boy and girl had posed for each picture, as the straining look of a little girl being stretched by an adult-sized prick was too realistic to not be copied from genuine models acting out the story for the artist. Also, cutaway drawings could show the boy actually ejaculating his sperm in his little sister, in a way that photographs could only hint at. About five minutes later, the 8-year-old returned to the chair; now completely naked from head to toe, and a slick streak of clear liquid running down one thigh. The pre-teen boy just couldn't deposit the thick white gouts of incestuous sperm in the little girl's tummy that the child's father could. At first, Miranda was going to chide her daughter for sitting in the big chair without douching, or at least wiping up her leaking little slit before coming back . . . but the chair was leather, and it was kind of sexy knowing the child was carrying her big brother's sperm in her cute little tummy while she read; just like the girl in the story had. Shortly the turning of pages resumed; and the child's sweet voice continued carefully enunciating each word in the second book of the pair. See Dick. Dick is a boy. See Dick run. Run, run, run. See Jane. Jane is a little girl, See Jane run. See Dick and Jane run. Run, run, run. See Spot. Spot is a dog. See Spot run. Run, run, run. Spot is tired. See Spot pant? Dick and Jane are tired too. Pant, pant, pant. See the tree. See Dick and Jane under tree. Dick and Jane rest. Dick rests under the tree. Jane rests under the tree. Dick and Jane rest under the tree. See Spot. See Spot's cock. Spot's cock is bigger than Dick's. Spot is horny. See Spot hump. See Spot hump Jane's leg. Spot is very horny. See Jane. See Jane's panties. Jane's panties are wet. Jane is horny too. Spot wants to fuck Jane. Do little girls fuck Dogs too? See Dick. See Dick's hands. See Dick's hands under Jane's dress. Dick is undressing his little sister. See the ground. See the panties on the ground. Dick took off Jane's panties for Spot. See Spot. See Dick help Spot. See Jane. See Spot's cock. Spot's cock is big. Jane's cunny is little. Jane likes big cocks in her little cunny. See Dick help Spot fuck his little sister. See Spot fuck Jane. See Spot's cock slide into Jane. Jane says "Ow!" See Spot slide in deeper. See Jane cry. See Dick. See Dick's cock. See Jane's mouth. Dick puts his cock in Jane's mouth. See Jane suck. See Spot fuck. See Dick fuck, See Dick fuck his little sister's mouth. See Jane suck. See Jane suck her brother. See Jane suck her big brother's cock. Suck, suck, suck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. See Dick, Jane, and Spot fuck and suck. Jane likes to suck her big brother and fuck her dog. See Spot's cock. Spot's cock is big. See Jane's cunny. Jane's cunny is small. See Spot's cock get big. Spot is going to cum in Jane. See Dick. See Dick fuck his little sister's mouth. See Jane. See Jane suck. See Jane suck cock. See Jane swallow. Dick is cumming in Jane's mouth. See Dick cum. See Jane suck her brother off. Jane likes cum. Jane likes cum in her mouth. Jane likes cum in her cunny too. See Jane lick Dick clean. See Dick's cock. Dick's cock is small and wet. Dick is tired. See Jane. See Jane fuck Spot. See Spot fuck Jane. See Spot's cock. See Spot's cock swell. See Spot's big cock swell in Jane's little cunny. See the knot? Spot's cock is even bigger inside Jane now. See Jane fuck back at her dog. Jane likes swollen pricks in her cunny. Spot is going to cum. The big dog is going to cum in the little girl. Spot is cumming in Jane. Squirt, squirt, squirt. Jane likes to feel Spot cum in her tummy. Jane is tired. Spot is tired. Jane is stuck! Spot's big cock is stuck in Jane's tight little cunny, Jane and Spot are hung up. Spot wants to run. Spot tries to pull out. Jane says, "Ow. That hurts!" Jane is still hung up on Spot's big cock. Spot's cock has a knot on it. The knot is stuck in Jane's tight little cunny. Spot's cock is smaller now. Jane says "Ow" again. Spot has pulled out. See Jane. See Jane's cunny. Jane's cunny is red. Jane's little cunny is not so little. See the white stuff in Jane's cunny. The white stuff is Spot's cum. Spot has squirted his cum in Jane's tight little cunny. See Jane's cunny shrink. Jane's cunny is little again. Jane still has Spot's sperm in her tummy. See Dick smile. See Dick smile at his little sister. See Jane smile. A slut is a little girl who likes to fuck and suck. Jane likes to fuck and suck. Jane is a slut. Dick likes his slut little sister. Jane likes to be a slut. Jane likes to be a slut for her big brother. Jane likes to be a slut for her father too. See Jane. See Jane on the bed. Jane is naked. Jane is naked on the bed. Jane is tired. Fucking makes little girls tired. Jane is sore. See Jane's cunny? Jane's cunny is red from fucking Spot. See Dad. Dad is naked. See Dad looking at Jane. Dad likes his little girl. "How's my little slut?" asks Dad. "Hi Daddy," says Jane. Jane says, "I'm sore." See Dad look at Jane. See Dad look at Jane's cunny. See Dad's cock. Dad's cock is bigger than Dick's. Dad's cock is bigger than Spots. Dad is a man. Dick is a boy. Jane is just a little girl. "Not too sore?" asks Dad. "Not for you," says his daughter. "I like my Daddy." See Dad's cock. See Dad's cock drip cum. Dad is horny for his little girl. See Jane spread her legs. See Jane spread her legs for her father. Jane is horny too. See Dad's cock. See Dad's cock go into Jane. See Dad's big cock go into Jane's little cunny. Dad is fucking his 10-year-old little girl. Fucking little girls is fun for big men. Dad likes to fuck his daughter. Fucking your father is fun for little girls. Fun, fun, fun. Dad and Jane have fun together. Jane likes to fuck her Dad. See Dad's cock go in and out of Jane. Dad and Jane are fucking. See Dad and Jane fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fucking is having sex. Dad is having sex with Jane. Jane is having sex with her father. Having sex is fun. Fun, fun, fun. Little girls need lots of sex. Little girls need lots of sex from their fathers. Jane likes having sex. Cocks are also called pricks. Dick's prick is big. Dad's prick is bigger. Dad's prick is bigger than Dick's prick. Jane likes her brother's prick. Jane likes her big brother's prick.Jane likes her big brother's penis in her vagina. Jane likes her father's penis in her vagina even more. Dad's big penis feels good in Jane's tight little vagina. Dad's penis gets big. Dad's penis gets bigger. Dad is going to ejaculate in Jane. Having sex is fun. Having sex with your brother is fun. Having sex with your father is even more fun. Fun, fun, fun. Jane likes to have sex with Dad. Dad likes to have sex with Jane. Having sex with little girls is fun. Having sex with little girls is fun for big men. See Mom. See Mom watch Dad. See Mom watch Dad have sex with their daughter. See Mom watch Dad have sex with their daughter in the vagina. See Mom watch Dad have sex with Jane. Mom likes to watch Dad have sex with their little girl. Dad is a big man. Having sex with big men is fun for little girls. Having big horny men ejaculate in your belly is fun for little girls too. Mom likes Dad to have sex with their daughter, and ejaculate in her belly. Dad is going to ejaculate in Jane's belly. This is fun. Fun, fun, fun. Having sex with your daughter is even more fun for men. Having sex with your father is even more fun for little girls. Having sex with your brother or sister is fun too. Dad is having fun, having sex with his daughter. Jane is having fun, having sex with her father. Father and daughter sex is fun. Brother and sister sex is fun too. Having sex together is fun. Fun, fun, fun. Dad is having sex with his daughter. See Dad's penis get big in his little girl. See Dad's penis get even bigger. Dad is going to ejaculate in Jane. Dad is going to ejaculate his sperm in his little girl's belly. "Here it comes," says Dad. "Please, Daddy," says Jane. Jane wants her father to ejaculate in her 10-year-old little vagina. Dad's penis swells even more. "Ejaculate in her," Says Mom. "Ejaculate in me," says Jane. "I'm ejaculating," says Dad. Dad is ejaculating in Jane. Jane feels her Dad ejaculating his white sperm in her belly. Jane is Dad's horny little slut. Jane likes being her father's slut. Sluts like Jane need lots of sex from their fathers. "Ejaculate in me Daddy," says Jane. "Ejaculate, ejaculate, ejaculate." Dad ejaculates his sperm in his little girl. Ejaculate, ejaculate, ejaculate. It's fun for big men to ejaculate sperm in little girls. Dad likes to ejaculate sperm in his little slut. It is fun. Fun, fun, fun. Dad likes having a slut for a daughter. Dad pulls out of Jane. After ejaculating in Jane, Dad's penis is still big. Dad's penis is white and wet. Jane's little vagina is white and wet too. "Am I a good slut?" asks Jane. Dad smiles at his little girl. Mom smiles at Jane too. Dad says Jane is a good slut. "Thanks, Daddy" she says. See the pillow. See the pillow in the bed. See Jane on the pillow. See Jane's vagina. See Dad's ejaculate in Jane's little vagina. Jane has Dad's sperm in her belly too. See Dad kiss his 10-year-old little girl. "Thanks, Jane," he says. "Thanks, Daddy," says Jane. See Mom kiss Jane. "Thanks for having sex with your father," says Mom. "Thanks Mom," says Jane. Jane is happy. Jane likes to feel her father's sperm in her belly. Sperm is warm. Sperm is white. Sperm is wet. Dad's sperm is warm and wet in Jane's belly. Having Dad's sperm in her belly makes Jane happy. Knowing Dad's sperm is in their little girl makes Mom happy. Dad covers up his little girl. See Jane. See Jane sleep. See Jane sleep with her father's sperm in her belly. See Mom and Dad leave. See dad close the door. See Jane. See Jane sleep. Jane is a little girl. Little girls have wombs in their bellies. Little girls with men's sperm in their wombs get pregnant. Dad likes to get his little girl pregnant. It is fun. It is fun for men to get little girls pregnant. It is fun for men to ejaculate their sperm in little girls and get them pregnant. It is fun for little girls too. Fun, fun, fun. Jane's father's sperm is in Jane's womb. Jane is pregnant. Jane is pregnant by her father. Being pregnant is fun. Being pregnant is fun for little girls. Being pregnant by your own father is even more fun. Jane is having fun. See Mom. See Mom's face. Mom is worried. Mom is worried about Jane. Mom is worried for her little girl. See Dad. See Dad's face. Dad's face is happy. Dad's face is proud. Dad is proud of his 10-year-old little girl. See the baby. Babies are VERY little girls and boys. This is a baby girl. This is Dad's sister's baby. Mom wants a baby. Dad wants a baby too. Dick wants a baby brother. Jane wants a baby sister. See Jane. See Jane's belly. Jane's belly is bigger now. Jane is going to have a baby. Jane is going to have her father's baby. Dad's baby is in Jane's little belly. Dad's baby is in his daughter's womb. Having a baby in your womb is being pregnant. Jane is pregnant with her father's baby. Jane is pregnant with her father's baby in her belly. See Mom. Mom is proud of her little girl too. See Jane. See Jane's belly. Jane's belly is even bigger now. Jane is very happy. Jane is happy to feel her father's baby in her belly. See Jane's breasts. Jane's breasts are bigger too. See Jane suck Dick. Suck, suck, suck. Jane sucks her big brother's sperm in her belly. See Jane suck Dad too. Suck, suck, suck. See Jane swallow. Jane likes to suck her big brother and father. Jane likes to have sex too, but Jane is too big now. Jane likes to swallow Dick and Dad's ejaculate. See Jane's swollen belly. A girl with a baby in her belly is pregnant. Jane is pregnant with her father's baby. See Jane's breasts. They are swollen too. Jane's baby will suck on Jane's breasts. Breasts make milk, and babies drink milk like little girls drink ejaculate. Having a baby suck milk from your breasts is called nursing. Jane is going to nurse her father's baby. Jane sucks her father one more time. Jane already has her big brother's sperm in her belly. See Jane. Jane's belly is much bigger now. Jane's belly is hurting. The baby wants out. See the mess? Jane is having a baby. See Jane. See Jane in bed. See Jane scream. "Ow! Mommy it HURTS!" she cries. When a baby comes out of your belly it's called giving birth. Jane is giving birth. Jane is giving birth to her own father's baby girl. See Jane strain. The baby is coming out. See Jane's legs. See Jane's vagina. See Jane's vagina get big. See Jane's vagina get bigger. See the head in Jane's vagina. The baby is coming out. See Jane scream. The baby is out now. See Mom tie the cord. See the mess? Mom cleans up the mess. See Jane. See June. Jane is a mother. Jane is June's mother. Dad is Jane's father. Dad is June's father too. June is Dad and Jane's baby girl. June is Dad's daughter. June is Dad's granddaughter too. June is Dick's baby sister. June is Dick's niece too. June is Jane's daughter. June is Jane's little sister too. June is Mom's granddaughter. See June suck. See June suck on Jane's breasts. See Jane. See Jane's face. Jane is happy to have a little girl. Jane is nursing June. Jane is happy to have a little girl to suck on her swollen breasts. Mom is happy too. Mom wants Jane to have lots of babies like June. Mom wants Dad to make another baby in Jane. Dick likes his new little sister. Dad likes his little baby girl. Dad wants to have another baby too. In 10 more years, Dick can have sex with his little sister, just like Jane. Dad is going to have sex with his daughter by his little girl too. Maybe June can have Dad's baby too. Making babies in little girls is fun for Dad. Making babies with her father is fun for Jane. Making a baby is fun. June will like making babies too. See Dick. Dick is a man now. Dick is 26 years old. See June. June is a little girl. June is 10 years old. June likes to have sex and suck. June is a 10-year-old little slut, just like her mommy. Jane is proud of her daughter. Jane is proud of her slut daughter. See Dick. See Dick have sex. See June. See June have sex. See Dick have sex with June. See Dick have sex with June in the vagina. Dick likes to have sex with his little sister. Dick likes to have sex with the 10-year-old little girl and ejaculate in her belly. See Diane. Diane is June's little sister. Dad is having sex with Diane, today. Jane is Diane's mother too. Dad likes to have sex with his little girls. Dad likes to have sex with little girls in the vagina too.Little girls like Diane need lots of sex from their daddies. See Dad fuck Diane in the cunny. See Jane. See Jane watch Dad fuck their little girl. See Diane. Diane is proud. See Jane. Jane is proud of her little girl. "Fuck her," says Jane. "Fuck me," says Diane. Dad is fucking his daughter's little girl. Fucking is fun. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fucking your daughters is fun. Fucking your father is fun too. Fucking your own father is fun for little girls. See Dad cum. Squirt, squirt, squirt. Dad is cumming in Diane. Dad is cumming in his daughter. Dad is cumming in his daughter's cunny. Dad is cumming in his granddaughter too. Dad likes to cum in little girls. "Cum in her," says Jane, to their father. "Cum in me Daddy," says Diane. "I'm cumming," says Dad. Dad likes to cum in his granddaughter. Dad likes to squirt sperm in his daughters' wombs. Jane likes her father to squirt his sperm in their daughter too. "Cum in our daughter," says Jane. Dad is cumming in Diane's womb. Dad liked to get little girls pregnant. Dad liked to get his little girls pregnant with his babies. Jane wants her father to get their daughter pregnant. Jane wants her father to get their little girl pregnant with his baby. Jane wants Diane to have her father's baby too. Jane wants her father to get Diane pregnant. "Make a baby in our baby girl," says Jane. "Make a baby in me," says Diane. Dad is making a baby in Diane. Dad is making a baby in his daughter. Dad is making a baby in his granddaughter. Diane is pregnant. Diane is pregnant with Dad's baby. Diane is pregnant with Dad's baby in her tummy. Diane has her father's baby in her womb. Jane likes having her father's babies. Diane will like having her father's babies too. Jane likes having her brother's babies too. Jane is pregnant by her big brother now. Jane has Dick's baby in her tummy. Jane is pregnant by Dick. See Dick. See Dick fuck. See Dick fuck June. See Dick fuck his sister's daughter. See Dick fuck his little sister in the cunny. See Dick cum. See Dick cum in his little slut sister. See Dick squirt his sperm in his little sister's tight little cunny. Dick likes to fuck. Dick likes to fuck June. June likes to fuck her big brother too. Dick likes to fuck little girls. Dick likes to get little girls pregnant with his babies too. Dick is like his father. Dick likes to fuck his little sister. Dick likes to fuck his little sister in the cunny. Dick wants to get his little sister pregnant with his baby. June likes to fuck Dick. Little girls need lots of sex from their brothers too. Dick and June like to fuck each other. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fucking is fun. Making babies with your brother or sister is fun for boys and girls. Dick likes to cum in his little sister's tummy, just like Dad. June likes it too. Little girls need lots of sperm in their tummies from their fathers. Little girls need lots of sperm in their tummies from their brothers too. Little girls need lots of sex from their fathers and brothers. June likes to feel her big brother's sperm squirting in her womb. See Dick fuck. See Dick fuck June. See Dick and June fuck. See Dick cum in June. See Dick cum in his little sister. See Dick cum in his little sister's cunny. See Dick get June pregnant. See Dick get June pregnant with his baby. See Dick get June pregnant with his baby in her tummy. See Dick get June pregnant with his baby, just like his father. Mom is pregnant by Dick too. Mom has Dick's baby in her tummy. Dick is busy fucking Mom. Dick is busy fucking Jane. Dick is busy fucking June. Busy, busy, busy. Fucking is fun. Fucking your mom and dad is fun. Fucking your brother or sister is fun too. Fun, fun, fun. Having sex with your father and mother is lots of fun. Little girls and boys need lots of sex from their moms and dads. Having sex with your little sister is fun too. Jane is Dick's little sister. June is Dick's little sister too. See Suzy. Suzy is 5 years old. Suzy is Dick's little sister. Suzy is Dick's daughter too. Suzy like to watch her father fuck their mother. Suzy like to watch her father fuck their sister too. Suzy is not big. Suzy is little. Suzy is a little girl. Suzy is not big enough to fuck. Suzy is not big enough to fuck her father yet. Suzy is sad. See Dick. See Dick's cock. See Dick rub his cock. Dick is rubbing his cock to make sperm squirt out. Rubbing your cock to make sperm squirt, is called "jacking off". Dick is jacking off. See Suzy's cunny. See Dick Jacking off. See the head of Dick's prick in Suzy's cunny. Dick is jacking off in Suzy. Suzy is too little to fuck. See Mom rub Dick's prick. Mom is jacking her son off into their daughter's cunny. Dick is going to cum in Suzy. Squirt, squirt, squirt. Dick is squirting his sperm in his little girl. "Cum in me, Daddy," says Suzy. Dick is Suzy's Dad. "Cum in our daughter," says Mom; squeezing her son's sperm into the little 5-year-old. Even little girls like Suzy like to get sperm in their tummies. Suzy is too little to fuck. Suzy is too little to get pregnant too. Suzy has her father's sperm in her tummy now, just like her mother and sister do. See Suzy. Suzy is happy now. Suzy is too little for her father to fuck yet. Little girls who fuck big men have babies. Dick and June like to make babies. Making babies is fun. Making babies is fun for Dick. Making babies is fun for Jane. Making babies is fun for June too. Dad likes to make babies in his daughters. Dick likes to make babies in his sisters. Dick likes to make babies in his mother too. Little girls need lots of babies in their tummies. Dad, Mom, Dick, Jane, Diane, and Suzy are a happy family. A happy family has fun together. Fucking is fun. A happy family fucks together. Having sex and having babies together is fun. Fun, fun, fun. Dick and Jane have fun making babies. Little girls who have babies are mommies, just like Mom and Jane. Mommies are women who have had babies. Babies are sometimes little girl babies. Babies are sometimes little boy babies. Little girl babies grow up to be little girls. Little boy babies grow up to be little boys. Boys grow up to be men. Little girls grow up to be women who have babies. Little girls get fucked by men. When little girls get fucked by men, men squirt sperm in their tummies. Girls who get men's sperm in their wombs, have babies. Girls who have babies are women. This is life. June has Dick's baby in her tummy, just like Jane does. Dad and Diane have fun. Dick and Jane have fun. Dick and Mom have fun. Dick and June have fun. Having sex and making babies is fun. Fun, fun, fun. Now it's Dick and June who have fun, just like Dick and Jane. The End.Less than a minute after that, there was a man's satisfied sigh, and the unmistakably happy squeal of a pre-teenaged little girl getting her horny vagina filled by her own father's big cock. Miranda picked up the two books, wiped them, and returned them to the shelf for the next generation that the two incestuous lovers were busy making in the next room, satisfied when she heard the unmistakable groans and squeals of a full-grown man ejaculating his sperm in the fertile young womb of his own 8-year-old little girl, that Dick and Jane would probably follow their namesakes' examples in every particular. Miranda wondered just how many of her schoolmates had hurried home each day after school, to "practice" doing the things they saw the little boy and girl in the book do, the way she and her big brother had. "Probably most of them," she decided, as the girls in her class had tended to end up pregnant "early and often," like voters in Chicago. The heady, almost gloating satisfaction the young woman felt at knowing her own horny big brother was getting their precocious young daughter pregnant with her own father's baby, by filling their little girl's tiny womb with jet after thick white jet of his potent seed spewing into her uterus, simply cannot be fully appreciated... except possibly by another woman who has watched HER husband father a child on their own pre-teenaged little girl, jerking and spasming his baby into the child's womb with thick hot splashes of his vigorous sperm squirting hotly and wetly into the little girl's eagerly waiting fertility. That Jane soon WOULD have her own father's baby kicking and squirming in her cute little tummy was undeniable. The only question was when, not if, the child would get pregnant by the older man. The tiny amount of seed her big brother squirted in the little girl didn't stand a chance against the thick white gouts of incestuous cum her father ejaculated inside her cute little belly. That Jane would keep her big brother almost as happy as her father was, (considering the two children had slept naked together in the same bed since they were babies, fucking like bunnies ever since they learned how) was also a foregone conclusion. Miranda concluded that if Jane was old enough to have a baby like her namesake in the book, the child was old enough for other privileges too. She decided she WAS going to get the little girl a dog for Christmas after all. A white dog with black splotches. The man at the Bestiality Institute had assured her that all dogs in the "Spot" line were full-grown males, and fully trained to take care of little girls. She was assured that ANY dog she picked for her little girl would have at least an eight-inch prick, like the little girl's father, and at least a baseball-sized knot, even though dog-pricks were generally skinnier than human ones of the same size. If she was willing to pay for it, then for incrementally higher prices a person could get dogs with nine or ten-inch pricks, and softball or even grapefruit-sized knots for the little girl to "tie" with. The bigger sizes were much more expensive (being more popular it seems), but Miranda was determined to get the best she could afford for her little girl after "knot" being able to afford the atrocious prices for a "breeder" like she had hoped to, nor even two dogs so there would be one for her son too. They just didn't have that much money. Properly-trained dogs like these were VERY expensive. (Yes, they had female dogs too [a different line] that were trained to take care of boys without little sisters, but those just weren't as popular as the "Spot" line, for some reason.) Miranda knew the Institute also supplied an incredibly expensive line of many different animals, that were bio-engineered to ejaculate genuine human sperm; these being mainly intended for little girls unlucky enough to not have brothers, and who had lost their fathers too, so the children could get pregnant by their pets (usually dogs, goats, monkeys and ponies; with dolphins being by far and away the most expensive of all). Most of these animals (and a few similar female ones) were paid for by the efforts of several charitable foundations for those children who needed them, as most families could never afford the fees charged. Specialty animals like that were expensive, not only because of their in-depth training, but because of the special operations where each was implanted with human gonads, as they couldn't be raised by just breeding them. It seems there just weren't enough suitable organ-donors around, in spite of all the advertising and donor-cards, and even donor-check-off boxes on drivers' licenses, and all the publicity about the need for animal-implants, just like the need for heart and liver transplants. Some people it seemed were SO selfish. Miranda sighed. Well, while it would have been SO nice to see their daughter knocked-up by her own pet, like the little girl and her four daughters in "Old Yeller's babies", they just couldn't afford it. She knew the Institute carefully matched each breeder to its new owner so those black girls only had white babies, and white girls like Jane only had black ones. That way the parents would know who had fathered the child on the little girl. Well, Jane would just have to have fun with Dick and Spot, just like her mother had with her brother and dog when she was a child, and such methods hadn't been invented to help out horny little sluts who would otherwise have been horribly neglected. Miranda giggled to herself, remembering just how much fun a horny little girl could have with a horny pet, and equally horny big brother... even if the dog couldn't get her pregnant like the boy could. It would be fun to have a dog around the house again. With her big brother fucking his little girl almost twice a day now, Miranda wasn't getting as much sex as she was used to. A properly trained dog would be quite a help. Until Christmas though, the horny little slut in the other room would just have to confine herself to her equally horny father and big brother, even though horny little girls could usually outfuck horny men and boys any day of the week. Pants and groans trickling from down the hall, just emphasized the truth of that observation. Fucking her father obviously just wasn't enough for the cute little slut, and Miranda's 8-year-old daughter was obviously molesting her big brother again. Yes, Dick, and especially Jane, were certainly having fun, while Miranda and her big brother had "Fun with Dick and Jane."It would be so easy for some child-molesting pervert to cut the two "books" out of this story, print them up, and bind them into little booklets with maybe a picture or two of real child-porn and then give the result to his kids as "educational" material for children. Only I'm not quite that paranoid yet. This story is written and posted strictly for ADULTS ONLY, not for children, and certainly not for adults to use to seduce children either. I'm sure all the readers of this story out there realize that. Anyone perverted enough to use a cute little spoof like this to seduce children would almost certainly be molesting them anyway, whether they saw this story or not. There are lengths people should go to protect children from perverts, but those lengths don't include indiscriminate acts of violence, libel, slander, perjury, or censorship. Not even voluntary censorship on the author's part, if the material has any literary value at all. I think this story (and all of my stories, for that matter) does have literary value (how much is open to debate). While the story deals with little girls having full unprotected vaginal sex with men, it's a spoof of a slice of real-life, just like "Gullible's Travails." It's fun, it's funny, I hope it's sexy, and the "primers" even give real lessons about sex, what it is, and what happens to little girls when they have it (besides having fun, that is). The books even would help a child to learn to read, if the child didn't get too distracted by the subject-matter, that is. No, I don't recommend you give the "books" to your kids to help them learn to read. I recommend that you read the books, and while doing so, imagine how much fun it would be to be a child reading such a book, in a society like the one described in the story. (In this society, the end-result would read more like a horror-story, than a fun book for little kids.) Note-4: Scat: You'll notice in the story that while the two "primers" have cases of incest, pedophilia, bestiality (getting pregnant by a dog?!?!), and even impregnation of very young girls, there is no bondage, rape, or forced-sex of any kind. There is also no scat (that's watersports, or playing with feces). This was deliberate, as the "primers" were supposed to be schoolbooks for first and second graders, and the "authors" felt that if they included such material, some of the children might get hurt when they tried to "act out" what they read in the book. (As if little girls couldn't get hurt by having full, even consensual, vaginal intercourse with full grown men, which the book seemed to actually encourage, not to mention the dangers of a pre-teenaged little girl getting pregnant, and carrying the baby full-term in her belly.) With not only oral sex, and full vaginal intercourse, including little girls having vaginal intercourse with boys, full-grown men, and even dogs being actively encouraged in the "books," some people might wonder about the curious lack (or even mention) of the third-leg of the trio: oral, vaginal, and anal sex. Again, this was deliberate for similar reasons to those listed above, feeling it was too dangerous for children, as a child might get seriously infected if an adult tore the kid open while fucking the child in the ass. For some reason, rupturing a little girl by forcing a full-sized male prick in her tiny cunny didn't seem to bother them, as if they felt the vagina was "made for sex," while the ass was not. In neither case did those writing the "book" expect the child to be seriously hurt by her sex-partner, as it was supposed to be someone she loved well enough to want to fuck. The "authors" just figured that anal sex was just too risky for 6 to 8 year old little girls and boys. (But not pregnancy?!)

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/dick_jan.txt

Frank McCoy

Rats!

"Michael Jordan Finster! What do you think you are doing?" Rats! If there's one thing guaranteed to let you know you're in trouble, it's when your parent uses your full name. I knew I was in deep trouble. Not that I really needed the name to know that. I mean, when you're caught 3/4 naked (just a towel) outside your big sister's bedroom, masturbating, you don't need the house to fall on you to know you're in deep trouble. At the time, I almost wished the house had fallen in. When you're the only boy in a house full of women, sexual curiosity is the norm. (Aw heck. My friends, some of whom are only-child boys, tell me they have the same problem. I guess interest in the opposite sex is normal for any teenaged boy. So, I was just normal.) Anyway, normal or not, you don't want to get caught. I just had. The way I figure it, Marsha wanted me to see her playing with herself. For the past month or so, it had seemed like every one of my sisters was doing everything she could to tease me sexually. From running down the hall in just panties and bra, to "accidentally" leaving the bathroom door open when taking a shower. (AND the shower-curtain not fully pulled.) Lately, my big sister Marsha had started playing with herself in the afternoons, when Mother wasn't around. Last week, she had almost caught me listening at her door, and after that, instead of being more discreet, she had been leaving her door open just a crack when she did it. I guess she was trying to make it look like an accident, but I think she really wanted me to watch her do it. Since the first time I spied on her, I figure she must have said something to the other girls, because the teasing I used to get had escalated tremendously. The previous night, my little sister Judy had come over and sat on my lap, wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties, and a smile. Judy doesn't really have breasts yet, so she doesn't wear a bra. Heck, Marsha doesn't really need a bra, and she's 16. No, I don't mean she's flat-chested. My big sister has one of the nicest set of breasts you ever did see. It's just that they are so nice and firm, and not oversized, that she could get by even in the swimming-pool without a top on. In fact, she sometimes does. Mother has never insisted that any of the girls wear a top, as long as it's just us "family" in the pool. Back where we live, you can't see the back yard through the trees anyway. Now that I think of it, Marsha has probably been going without a top, just to tease me too! Now that I think, I'm sure of it. She always wears a top, when other girls come over; even when she knows it's just girls. As I said, I think ALL of my sisters were trying to "get a rise" out of me. Well, they had succeeded more than once. More than once? Who am I trying to kid? I had sent more sperm into a towel in my bedroom at night, dreaming I was squirting it in the willing holes of one or the other of my sisters, than I care to admit. Whatever... It seemed like gallons. A couple of nights before, Cathy had barged in on me in the bathroom, just as I was getting out of the shower. The little girl was completely naked herself, as she nonchalantly slipped into the shower, rubbing her little butt against my leg as she stepped in. I had felt like climbing back in the shower, and showing my little sister "the facts of life" right there. Still, you don't rape your own little sister. Now, I wonder if I shouldn't have done it anyway. At 10 years old, Cathy isn't as sexy as her big sisters, but she still has a cute enough body to give me a permanent hard-on. I went back into my room afterwards, and had to take yet another shower when I came out, after working myself up to three cum-squirting orgasms; imagining that I was filling the cute little girl so full of my incestuous seed, that she would be having babies for the next ten years. When I came out of the bedroom, Cathy was just getting OUT of the shower, as I got back in. Bare-naked and dripping, the little girl stopped me; gave me a big hug, while ignoring the fact that we were both naked; said, "Thank you," and left. I never did figure out what she thanked me for. I had to jack off AGAIN, in the shower this time. As I said, all four of my sisters seemed to be in on it. Hardly an hour passed, when I didn't see one scantily clad body or another. With four sisters teasing me, from Marsha at 16, (two years older than me,) Ginger at 12, Cathy at 10, and Judy at 7, I was almost a walking hard-on. It seemed that once they knew I liked to look at them, they all decided they liked me to look. Which led up to the trouble I was in. I had known my big sister masturbated before. Heck, when Mother taught us about sex, and where babies came from, she had told us about masturbation, and let us know it was normal, almost expected behavior, when you reached a certain age. Well, first Marsha had reached that age, then about two years ago, I had. Neither of us had thought anything about it at first. Until last week. Now, here I was, caught with my "pants down", peeking on my older sister while she got her rocks off. Oh shit! I turned to face my mother. Oh double shit! It wasn't just my mother, it was all three of my other sisters too! Talk about getting caught "en flagrante delicto." "Well," Mother huffed, "I'm ashamed of you. Standing out here in the hall, masturbating, while your big sister so obviously needs you. Didn't you learn anything I taught you about sex? Or do you just like to tease your big sister? Shame on you!" "Huh?" I responded weakly. Me teasing Marsha? I hadn't even thought of it that way. Here I thought she was teasing me! I started to mumble something to that effect, but Mother didn't give me a chance. "Now you get in there, and apologize to your big sister, before I give you what for!" With this, Mother gave me a shove through the open door to the room that Marsha shared with Ginny. Somehow, I ended up in my sisters' bedroom, stark-naked, as my mother had appropriated the towel. "Well?" my mother prompted sternly. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to melt down in a puddle on the floor. Still, I did my best. "I'm sorry, Marsha," I stammered. "I didn't mean to..." I wasn't quite sure what my mother wanted me to apologize for... Peeking, surely. But teasing? Mother never gave me the chance to finish anyway. "Not that way," she said, disgustedly. "Do it properly! Get up there on the bed, and show your big sister you didn't mean to tease her." "Huh?" My astonishment was echoed by Marsha's. Mother sighed with exasperation. "Your big sister is lying there, almost dying of sexual frustration and you're out in the hall wasting your sperm in some grubby old towel," she said. "Now I want you to get up there and show Marsha you didn't mean to tease her, by letting her have what she wants so badly." "Huh?" again from both Marsha and me. I don't know which of us was more astonished. Surely Mother didn't want me to... to... to... Mother lost all patience. "Get up there, and put your cock in your sister's hole, before I lose all patience," she explained. "YES, idiot! I said fuck your sister! Can't you see she needs it?" Oh. Both Marsha and I looked at each other with open mouths. Still, when Mother opened her mouth to let us have it again, I hurriedly scrambled onto the bed, where my big sister was lying, legs spread, with just a flimsy nightie that only covered her shoulders. Catching Mother's glare, she spread her legs even wider, to allow me to climb between them. Two seconds later, my cum-dribbling cock was touching the open hole between my sister's thighs; and one second after that, I felt my prick slide into the hot sweet hole of my own sister. OOOHHH! Did that feel good! I almost came at the very first touch. "Oooh!" echoed Marsha. Her hands reached out to grab me, as I reached for her. "I'm sorry I teased you," I said, and heard Marsha say the same thing, at the same time. We both giggled. Damn it felt good inside her. The feeling was so intense, that I hunched forward involuntarily; trying to drive even more of my swollen prick up inside my big sister. Neither one of us was more than peripherally aware of our mother and three sisters watching every incestuous move we made. "Ow!" said Marsha. For being all of two whole years older than I was, and having unmercifully teased me for the last two years, my big sister was a virgin! "You have to break it," observed Mother. At my hesitation, (I didn't really want to hurt my sister.) Mother said, "Now!" and gave me a glare that made it plain that she was going to brook no arguments from either of us. I looked at Marsha; she looked back at me, and shrugged. So I did it.It was the most natural thing in the world to hunch forward, sinking my prick into the hot, wet hole between my sister's legs. There was a straining moment, then I felt the membrane tear around my prick and slide down past the glans. More and more of my swollen cock sank into my sister as I was almost overcome with the devastatingly erotic sensation of having my own sister's vagina sliding onto my penis. Still... "I'm sorry," I said. It was hard to be as sorry as I wanted to be, though. Even though the last thing I wanted was to cause my big sister pain, the feeling of her hot, wet hole massaging my prick was too good to let me feel very guilty. Wow! Did that feel good! "I'm sorry too," Mother apologized, "but Mike had to break your cherry if he's going to fuck you properly." "Now Mike, I want you to be careful," she continued. "Your big sister's not on the pill, and her period was just a little over a week ago. You COULD be getting her pregnant right now." "Oh shit!" I said. "I'd better pull out." The sucking heat of my big sister's vagina didn't seem to want to let go, but Marsha knew the dangers of letting me cum inside her, just as much as I did. Reluctantly, we started to pull apart. "Don't you DARE!" said Mother. "Huh?" again my big sister and I showed our brilliance... NOT. "I said, 'Don't you dare,'" repeated Mother. "How's Mike going to learn what it's like to make a baby if he pulls out the first time he gets inside a girl?" I was listening with openmouthed astonishment. It had been amazing enough to find out my mother actually wanted me to FUCK my big sister. NOW, it sounded like she WANTED me to knock her up, too! "But Momma!" wailed my sister, using a name for Mother that she hadn't used since she was younger than I am. "What if I get pregnant?" Mother looked at my big sister sternly and reminded her of how she had been lying on the bed jacking off, so her little brother could watch. "That's just a chance you'll have to take, won't you," she replied. I had been half-sitting there on my haunches, with my prick half-in and half-out of my sister, while this exchange took place. Mother turned her glare back on me. "Well," she prompted. "You'd better get it ALL the way up inside your sister if you're going to try getting her pregnant. You probably won't be able to do it this time, but I'm sure that if you practice often enough, you'll do a good job." Oh shit. Mother DID want me to impregnate my big sister. The thought was too stimulating. I could no more resist the idea than I could resist a tidal-wave. With a grunt, I sank the full length of my prick in my big sister's belly. With a slight cry, Marsha suddenly grabbed me and humped back at me just as hard. Within two minutes, I lost control and spurted wad after thick, sticky wad of incestuous cum in my sister's incredibly hot, sweet hole. Jamming our crotches together, we both did our best to plant my seed as far up in her womb as we could. Mother's encouragement of, "That's it... You've got to squirt it as far up inside your sister as you can, if you're going to get her pregnant," was ignored until we were both finished anyway. As I came down from the incredible high of my first sex with a real girl, I slowly became aware of the shudders of my big sister underneath me. Marsha was just finishing HER first climax with a real man inside her, pumping her sexy little belly full of baby-making cum. It must have been as big a thrill to her as it was to me. Eventually it ended. About two minutes later, not even my big sister's hot little hole squeezing on my prick could keep it erect any more, and it came out with an obscene "slurp". Mother looked at both of us. Me, lying there with my limp prick dripping one last white, sticky drop of cum, while Marsha lay there with a matching drop slowly oozing out of her no-longer-virginal crack. "So," she said. "Now you both know what the real thing is like. Did you like it?" Both Marsha and I were too exhausted to do more than barely groan in agreement. "Good," said Mother. "From now on, Michael, I want you to 'practice' making a baby in your big sister, at least once a day." Oh SHIT, what a line. It sounded like some sophomore-boy's idea of a wet-dream sex-story than reality. (I learned later that it was just that. Mother had stolen the tag-line from just such a story.) I didn't even have a chance to agree, or more likely gasp in amazement, when my mother turned to Ginger and told her, "Now I want you to tell me if Mike doesn't come in here and fuck your big sister at least once a day." Ginny's eyes opened in amazement. It had been one thing to see her big sister get "what for" for teasing me. Now, it looked like she could get in trouble for something she had nothing to do with. After all, she couldn't be expected to monitor her older siblings' comings and goings. "Mother!" she complained, "that's not FAIR!" Mother thought it over, then suddenly agreed. "You're right," she said. Ginny relaxed for a moment, until Mother continued, "It's not fair to have to watch Mike getting your big sister pregnant, and not get anything out of it yourself." Mother turned away from my little sister's gaping mouth and turned to me. "Michael, you'll just have to take care of Ginny too. I'm sorry but, you'll have to practice making a baby in HER, at least once a week, as well." By now, I had started to figure things out. Mother WANTED me to fuck my sisters. Yes, and she even seemed to want me to get them pregnant too! What a sexy thing to happen to a perennially horny teenaged boy. If this was just another wet-dream, I hoped I never woke up. I decided to test my hypothesis a little further. "What about Cathy and Judy," I was going to ask, when Mother stopped me with a final injunction that seemed to answer my question without my asking it. "From now on Mike," she told me firmly, "I don't want to EVER catch you jacking off in the hallway. At LEAST, not as long as you have 4 healthy sisters to take care of you, anyway." Cathy and Judy looked startled for a moment, then resigned. I guess after seeing the firm way Mother had dealt with Marsha, they knew that objections would only get them in deeper trouble. After a bit, I noticed a smile forming first on Judy's face, followed shortly thereafter by one on Cathy. I wondered if my 7-year-old little sister actually liked the idea of fucking her big brother. I wondered if it was even possible. Still, the thought of the little girl's incredibly tight little hole squeezing the sperm out of my prick was getting me hard all over again. Ginny noticed it first. "Oh my God!" she said quietly to herself. Only everyone heard her, as we had all stopped talking by then. Mother followed Ginny's eyes to my swelling prick, as did Judy and Cathy. "Oh good," she sighed with relief. "You won't have to wait after all. Ginny, you get up there on the bed with your big brother, and start your practicing right now." "But Mother!" started Ginny. Somehow I don't think she had really believed that Mother really wanted me to fuck her too. Not even after seeing me take her big sister's virginity. I mean, mothers just don't HAVE their teenaged boys fuck their sisters and get them pregnant, do they? Well, Mother did. "Now!" said Mother, in that tone of hers that brooks no arguments. In less than a minute, my little sister was lying on the bed, as naked as her big sister, and I was approaching her tight little vagina with a prick that felt hard enough to split rocks. TWO virgins in one day! And both of them my own sexy sisters, that I had been having wet-dreams about for months... years even. Ginny was tighter than Marsha. I guess that being younger had something to do with it. Still, that didn't stop me. This time, knowing what was going to happen, I swabbed my leaking prick up and down my little sister's hole, and then shoved it all the way up inside her, with one big push. Ginny didn't have more than a second to say "Ow," before we were fucking like we had been doing it for years. Ginny may not be as hot and wet and slippery as her big sister, but she's definitely tighter, and she seemed to enjoy fucking just as much or more than Marsha did. This time, there was no false-starts, or worries about me getting her pregnant. We both knew that I might be planting a baby in her womb, but that was more turn-on than worry. Besides, Mother wouldn't have let us stop anyway. We knew by now that our mother actually WANTED me to plant a baby in each of her little girl's tummies, and the sooner the better. This nonsense about "practicing" was just that: funny-stuff. So we tried. Yes, my little sister and I actually tried to make a baby. She may be only 12 years old, but we both knew she had been having periods for over a year. With a little bit of luck, she could be conceiving right then. As I said, we tried. After only about two minutes of sliding in and out, I lost control and jammed my prick as far up in my little sister's belly as I could. Ginny was right with me. Her tight little hole milked and squeezed on my prick, as my sister did everything a girl could to get pregnant by her big brother. Grunting and groaning, we both kept thrusting at each other, trying to force ever more of my swollen prick into the little girl's belly, where it sent jet after incestuous jet of baby-making sperm splashing against her womb.Finally, we came to rest, with my wilting prick held tightly inside my own little sister's clasping young hole. As long as I didn't pull away, Ginny was able to keep my prick inside her, like a cork in a bottle. "I'm sorry I teased you," she whispered in my ear. "If I had known it would be THIS good, I would have fucked you two years ago." Oh God! What a sexy thought. My prick jumped inside her tight slit, but I just didn't have it in me any more. (Both of my sisters had "it" in them now.) [Sorry, I just COULDN'T resist that pun.] Regretfully, we finally pulled apart. Knowing that it was all over (at least for several hours), Mother shooed my two little sisters out of their big sisters' bedroom and closed the door. For the first time in my life, (but not the last, by far) I went to sleep between my two sisters. God! Is that something! To sleep between two beautiful, sexy young girls; both of whom love you and are willing to not only fuck you but have your babies as well, with neither of them feeling the slightest bit jealous of the other. Two weeks later, I took Cathy's virginity. I woke up in the middle of the night, between Marsha and Ginny; both of whom already had a generous helping of my seed warming their cute little tummies, and went to the bathroom. When I was finished, I still had a hard-on; and I didn't want to wake up the two older girls, after their already wondrous performance that night. So, remembering my mother's injunction about "4 healthy sisters", I went down to the littler girls' bedroom and crawled in bed with Cathy. My little 10-year-old sister must have already been having a wet-dream, because it wasn't until I actually had the head of my prick inside her tight little slit that she woke up. "You're fucking me, aren't you?" Cathy murmured, sleepily. "Uhuh," I replied, sliding my prick out an inch, and then back in until it butted up against her cherry. "Good," she said, "For a moment there, I thought I was dreaming again." "Pleasant dreams, I hope," I said. "Very pleasant." By now, the tickling sensation of my 10-year-old sister's tight little slit, nibbling on the head of my penis was almost unbearable. Still, wasn't that the reason I had stopped in to see her? Cathy's tight little cunny had clamped down on the head of my prick in a welcoming embrace, that felt almost as good as her big sisters' vagina squeezing on the whole thing. I could feel the membrane of Cathy's hymen holding me back. Still, I didn't HAVE to break her cherry. Just feeling the little girl's cunny-muscles wrapped around the head of my prick, like some obscene mouth sucking on it, was almost enough to get me to cum, without even moving. With a little effort, I knew I could get my rocks off, and Cathy could still remain a virgin, if she wanted to. "Ooh," she said, echoing my thoughts. "That feels good." It didn't seem that she wanted to, but I was going to be sure. Without our mother there, insisting that I do it, I didn't want to hurt my little sister by taking her virginity, unless she wanted me to. "Should I take it out?" I asked. I know, a little bit late, but now that she was awake, I felt a little guilty about fucking Cathy without her permission. "Don't you DARE!" replied Cathy, in a tone very reminiscent of the one my mother had used the previous week when I was going to pull out of her big sister. "I've been waiting all WEEK, to feel this thing in me, and I had almost given up on you," she complained. "Sorry," I apologized. And I was. If I had known my little sister actually WANTED me to fuck her I would have been in her bed days before. Days? Heck, weeks, months, even YEARS before. The tickling sensation of Cathy's hymen rubbing against the head of my prick was making me involuntarily hunch against her, bringing slight gasps of pain from between my little sister's teeth. I didn't know how much longer I could go, before I accidentally pushed too hard, and broke it. "It'll hurt, if I break it," I warned her. "I don't CARE," said Cathy. "Ginny and Marsha managed. So can I... Do it." I did. Trying to take it easy, I pushed in steadily, while Cathy's breath whistled in and out through clenched teeth. I felt the little girl's hymen split, while Cathy grunted in pain. She didn't yell out, or try to stop me though. Inch by inch, I worked my throbbing prick deeper into my little sister's vagina, until I finally had over half of it inside her. "That's it," I said, "you're no longer a virgin." Cathy looked down at where my swollen prick was obscenely stretching her bare little cunny-lips, and had vanished halfway up inside her. She whimpered a little, but didn't complain when I slid out a half-inch or so, and then back in almost a whole one. "See," I said, "we're fucking now." "Do it," she said. "Fuck me, and cum in me, so I can have a baby, just like Marsha and Ginny." Oh my God! "You're a little young yet, to have a baby," I reminded her. My prick didn't believe it though. By now, it was almost three-quarters of the way up inside my little sister, and was threatening to fill her tight little sleeve full of incestuous cum, even before I got all the way inside. My hands had instinctively cupped the little girl's breasts, as I slowly worked my prick in deeper. Previous to this, I hadn't thought that Cathy even HAD breasts, let alone ones big enough to grab, but she did. They weren't the delicious grapefruit-sized mounds that Marsha had, or even the nice little swellings that adorned Ginny's chest. They were definitely female breasts though, and a very sensual handful at that. Cathy was growing up. As she reminded me. "I don't care!" she said. "It isn't fair that Marsha and Ginny get to have babies, and I don't." Cathy sniffled a little, as she fought to ignore the slight pain remaining from her torn virginity. "Besides," she defended herself, "I'm a better baby-sitter, than either of them. Why shouldn't I be first?" Well, she had a point. Cathy had started out by helping first Marsha, and then Ginny, when they went out baby-sitting. After a few months though, she had taken over most of the work, and then had even been called back alone, as Marsha and Ginny lost interest. At first, Mother had objected that she was too young for such a responsibility, but had eventually given in; as long as she picked up and delivered the little girl herself. For some reason, Mother didn't trust the parents of the children to bring Cathy home, even though she trusted them when Cathy was left at their houses. Later, Cathy told me why, when she told me about how several of the children's fathers had made passes at her, before Mother was due to pick her up. If she had been driving home alone with them, it would have been much harder for her to resist. Actually, she hadn't bothered to resist with a few of the handsomer men; allowing them to feel her up, and even sucking a couple of them off. Mostly they had to settle for just hand-jobs though. Cathy never let Mother know any of this though, or she knew she wouldn't have been allowed to baby-sit at all. No WONDER Cathy was in such demand as a baby-sitter! Still, she was in almost as big a demand from the couples who wouldn't dream of molesting a 10-year-old, as she was from those she was fooling around with. Cathy was a GOOD baby-sitter. She was right. It wasn't fair for her big sisters to have babies, when she didn't, and she was the one who would probably have to take care of them. Besides, the thought of the little fifth-grader, with her sexy little tummy swollen with my baby inside it, was too sexy for words. "OK Little Sister," I said, "if you want a baby, I'm just the guy to give it to you." By now, over three-quarters of my prick was sliding in and out of my sister, as her cunny slowly lubricated, and the pre-cum leaking from the end of my prick into her tight little hole made it easier to slide in and out. If Ginny had been tight, what can I say about Cathy? It was difficult to push in each time; and once I did, it was difficult to pull out. If I had fucked the little girl the way I did her big sister Marsha, we both would have been worn raw. Cathy's tightness finally did to me what Marsha's hot sweet wetness, and Ginny's sexual exuberance usually does. Yes, her tight little cunny sucked me off. There was still almost 3/4 of an inch, that I couldn't get inside her, when I felt the by-now-familiar sensation of cum rippling through the tube on the bottom of my prick, and I knew I was cumming in my own 10-year-old little sister. By then, we were both gasping and grunting; bare-skin slapping wetly against bare-skin, as we both worked against each other; trying to plant as much of my incestuous seed as we could, as far up in the little girl's body as it would go. As I said, Ginny was tight. It was all I could do, to force each thick drop of cum through my prick, and up inside her sweet little belly.Still, I did my best, squirting jet after jet of my sperm against her hungry little womb. Cathy squeezed and milked my prick in an attempt to extract every precious drop of sperm I had in me. I was amazed. After fucking two sisters already, you would think I knew quite a bit about sex already. I found out that I still had a lot to learn. Each of my sisters is different. Each one fucks me differently. I can't even say that any one of the four is better than the others, because in different ways, each one is best at one part or another. Marsha is hot and wet and slippery. Ginny is enthusiastic and acrobatic, putting more energy into sex than all three of her other sisters put together. Cathy is not only the tightest, but she has internal control over her muscles that allows her to milk me off, while I just lie there and enjoy feeling her incredibly tight little sleeve rippling up and down my prick, until I have no choice but to fill her tiny little womb with squirt after squirt of incestuous baby-making seed. And as for Judy... Oh, that's right, I haven't gotten to Judy yet. As you probably know by now, it wasn't much longer before I was fucking my 7-year-old little sister too. I guess I'd better tell you about that, before I go on. After fucking Cathy that night, I wanted to spend all night in bed with her, but she told me it would probably be better if I didn't. Because if Judy ever found out I was making out with her, the little girl would probably want me to fuck her too, and neither of us wanted to hurt the little kid. Cathy was right. If I put my big baby-maker up inside Judy's tiny little hole, it would probably split the little girl wide-open. Still, I knew that Judy would want to try, if she ever found out I was fucking Cathy. Do any of you boys out there have pesky little sisters? Ones you love, but who follow you around like a love-starved puppy-dog? Well, my little sister Judy is like that. The little kid acts like I'm some kind of god or something, and can do no wrong. Whatever I'm doing, the little scamp is there; either trying to join in (if she can), trying to help out, or just watching her big brother, if she can't. I mean, it's flattering and all, but sometimes she can be such a pest! Hardly any time at all do I have to myself, when she's not following me around like some kind of shadow; underfoot, and in the way. Still, if anyone had ever tried to hurt my little sister, I would probably have killed the SOB, without a second thought. As for ME even accidentally hurting the little girl, the thought gives me shudders. And Cathy's point was valid. If Judy found out I was fucking her, then she would feel left-out, and want to do it too. As long as it was just Marsha and Ginny, it would be OK. Once I started screwing Cathy though, Judy probably would want to do it too, as soon as she found out. So, Cathy and I decided right there, that from then on we would have to be more careful about fucking, so Judy didn't find out. Ha HA! Yeah, I can see you're way ahead of me. Well, I'll get to that in a minute. After deciding this, I had to leave, before Judy caught us like Mother had. While we had been whispering, we had been cuddled up together in the warmest, most wonderful of embraces, with my softened prick being held inside my sister by her warmly squeezing vagina, that STILL felt incredibly tight around my shrunken cock. The little girl's muscles had stripped every last drop of incestuous seed up into her tight little hole; and milked my penis dry. When I pulled out, there was a snapping sensation, as Cathy's little slit closed up, trapping almost every drop of my sperm inside her. Only a tiny bubble oozed out of her smooth little slit, and that she wiped up with a finger, and licked it off. The thought of my little 10-year-old sister lying there with my sperm soaking into her womb, was almost enough to make me get on top of her, and give the little girl a second shot, but Cathy stopped me before I did. To make it up, and to say goodnight, she kissed me before I left. Kissed? Sounds chaste, after the nasty thing of fucking your own 10-year-old little sister, and leaving great big gobs of baby-juice soaking in the little girl's womb, doesn't it? Shows what you know. This kiss, was anything but chaste. My little sister had her mouth slightly open, when I bent down to kiss her, and I responded by opening mine slightly. I found out fast, that I had never been properly kissed before. It seems that one of the men whom Cathy baby-sat for, had been teaching my little sister how to kiss, while he fingered her off, and she played with his prick. He had never even tried to do any more than that though. I guess he was scared of being charged with rape, if he tried to fuck his 10-year-old baby-sitter. Cathy says, "No," and that he's just a nice guy, and he doesn't want to cheat on his wife, who he loves very much. Whatever. I suppose it's possible that a guy would figure that feeling-up a little girl, and getting her to jack him off, wasn't "cheating", but fucking the little girl would be. Some people's minds are weird. Anyway, Cathy gave ME a lesson that night in kissing, that I've been striving to get down pat ever since. By the time we finished dueling tongues, and licking the inside of each other's mouths, my prick was leaking pre-cum again, and I almost came all over her sexy little belly. Perhaps the guy who taught her hadn't been missing out on so much after all. Cathy sent me back to her big sisters' bedroom with as big a hard-on as I had entered with. Good thing too, as both of them were waiting for me, wondering why I had taken so long in the bathroom. They were BOTH horny as a two-peckered goat, and I didn't get back to sleep, until I had taken care of both of them. This took quite a while, as it was murder for me to get it up the third time. I actually had to fake an orgasm, as Ginny slaved underneath me, trying to get me off, after she came for the third time that night. Huh? You didn't know that guys COULD fake an orgasm? Well, neither did I, until that night, when I just HAD to. The next morning, I didn't even try to get in the usual morning-fuck that had become almost standard with me and Marsha. Still, neither of my sisters complained, remembering the night before. It was when I came home from school, that I found out I was in trouble. It didn't take a rocket-scientist to figure out just what that trouble was, either. For sure, Marsha and Ginny figured it out, and I wasn't home ten minutes before the situation became clear. Cathy was so cheerful and happy, and Judy was so miserable, while Mother looked at me as if I had just killed her favorite cat. (Oh. Didn't I mention we are all cat-people? We are. We all love pussy. <grin>) As I said, it didn't take a rocket-scientist to figure out what had happened. Even if Judy HADN'T seen us "making out" last night, her older sister's bubbly cheerfulness and bouncy demeanor would have given things away. Not that Cathy is normally a grump. It's just that she usually was never THIS happy and contented; like a cat who had just imbibed a whole pitcher of cream. Well, it wouldn't have escaped Judy's notice that her big sister had taken a lot of MY cream up inside her where it belonged, even if she hadn't woken up and seen us going at it like a pair of laboratory rats, with her own eyes. Judy may be little, but she's NOT dumb! Neither is our mother. Looking at her two youngest daughters in such obviously disparate moods, Mother knew I had popped her little girl's cherry during the night, and she was annoyed; to put it mildly. It seems, Mother had hoped to see me take each of her little girls' virginities and she felt as if I had cheated her, by sneaking a poke in Cathy, in the middle of the night, when she couldn't see it. Mother did NOT figure on being left-out again. Neither, for that matter, did Judy. When confronted, Cathy and I both admitted it. After all, we weren't ashamed of what we had been doing. We had just hoped to keep it a secret for a while. Fat chance, as it turned out. So, I guess you can figure out pretty easily what happened next. Uhuh. Judy insisted on being fucked too, just like Cathy and I figured she would. And Mother made sure I did it. She didn't want to take the chance on missing out on seeing her youngest daughter being fucked for the first time, and since Judy so obviously wanted to, she insisted that I do it right then. Well, insisting that a man fuck a girl, is a lot easier than getting him to do it. Especially, if he's scared of hurting the kid like I was. For all the eroticism of the thought of fucking your own 7-year-old little sister, I couldn't get a hard-on. Mother finally had to get Marsha to climb on my lap, and work her sexy body against mine, until my prick finally got erect enough to slip into her hot slippery hole. Once it did, the sucking heat of my big sister's vagina had me proudly erect in almost no time. Then, once I was erect, Mother had Marsha get off me, and had Judy get on. Being so slippery with Marsha's juices, and my pre-cum, I was able to get the head of my prick into Judy's little crack, even though she was as dry as a bone from nervousness, and a little scared too. Still, she didn't even think of "chickening out." Mother had us do it in the big leather chair, that everyone tries to get when watching TV, in the living-room.It was more comfortable, and there everyone could see, and besides, a chair would be better for a little girl like Judy; especially the way Mother planned things. Yeah, Mother planned it. Just like almost everything else, except my sneaking Cathy's virginity in the middle of the night. Mother wanted to be there, the first time I tried to impregnate her little girl, and she wanted to supervise, to make sure we "did it right"; as if breeding her own kids was some kind of sexy experiment. Yeah, sure. Mother's just a sneaky pervert, who likes to see her little girls get fucked, and we all love her for it. I actually regret that Cathy and I didn't let Mother know we were going to fuck, so she could have watched. Being so old, (33) Mother just doesn't have the chances to have sex, that a teenager like myself, or even a pre-teen like Cathy or Judy has. I mean, can you imagine an old woman of 33 trying to get laid? Yeah, funny, isn't it. Not that Mother's all that ugly. Actually, Mother's pretty good looking, for an old woman. I mean, her breasts don't sag, and her skin is still smooth, and even her tummy is still flat and fairly sexy for a woman who's had five children. Still, who would want to fuck an old woman, even if she DOES look fairly good? OK, I'll admit it... Before I started fucking my own sisters, I probably would have. Uhuh. As horny as I was, Mother didn't look all that bad to me. Actually, she still doesn't, for that matter. Still, don't you lose all sexual interest, when you get old? Well, obviously, Mother hadn't. Maybe she's got a higher sex-drive than most women. Anyway, we all felt sorry for Mother being deprived like this, so if she got pleasure vicariously by watching her kids "get it on", then we were all happy to have Mother watch. After we both got undressed, (Actually, Mother had EVERYBODY get undressed, even her, so we were ALL naked when we started.) she had me sit back in the big chair, and wanted Judy to get on top of me, so she could control how much prick she took, being so young and small. Only we ran into that little problem I told you about, before Marsha helped out. Once Judy got the tip of my prick inside her tight little crack, there were no further chances of me "losing it." Seeing my little sister's tiny little slit so obscenely stretched around my invading prick, and feeling the tight little hole clasping and squeezing on the head; it would have taken a bucket of ice-water thrown over the two of us, to "dampen" my enthusiasm enough to make my prick wilt again. Judy didn't even have buds of tits, like Cathy, and her little hips were thin and boyish, but her tight little hole was all woman. Her smooth little tummy was sexy too. It was quite a turn-on to imagine that smooth little tummy sticking out like a basketball, and changing shape as I watched; from my baby squirming inside her. So little girls her age don't get pregnant; it was STILL a turn-on, just thinking about it. Mother told me she wanted Judy to have a chance to at least FINISH the first-grade with a big belly, even though it was probably too late for that, even if I COULD knock her up. I think Mother just said that, to get me harder, so that when I came inside Judy, the little girl would get a bigger helping of her big brother's cum. If so, then it worked. I lurched upward, and a second inch of incestuous prick vanished into my little sister's hole. Judy let out a squeak of pain, but didn't pull away, either. I tried to pull out, to get a little more lubrication, but Judy was so tight I couldn't. So I tried pushing again, instead. There was a jerking/rubbing sensation, and another half inch went in. It felt like I was trying to fuck a garden-hose. With each push, there would be a squeaky/rubbing sensation, like the feel you get when rubbing your finger on a squeaky-clean glass, and another quarter to half-inch of my prick would disappear into my little sister. When I would try to pull out, it would feel like my prick was trapped in one of those "Chinese handcuff" finger-toys, and grab my prick so tightly it wouldn't move. Quarter-inch by half-inch, by quarter-inch, my prick kept going farther into Judy's unbelievably tight little slit. I kept waiting for the yelp of pain, that would announce I was up against her "cherry", but it never came. Oh Judy did squeak with a little pain, each time I got another fraction inch of fat prick inside her, but she never did let out the squeal you would expect from a deflowered virgin. I guess Judy just didn't HAVE a hymen. (Some women don't.) Or perhaps she had ruptured it in some game she had played as a child. (As a CHILD?!?! She was only SEVEN years old NOW! Oh my God!) I didn't even have a full half of my prick inside Judy, when I felt the little girl's cervix pressing like a hard bump against the head of my prick; and I knew the little girl had taken all she could inside her. Once this happened, we both rested for a minute, with my big prick buried halfway up in my little sister's belly; getting more and more horny at the incredible sight of the tiny girl being fucked, and her tight little snatch squeezing and pulling on my prick, while her cervix was a slightly distracting bump rubbing against the head. Judy lifted up, and at first nothing happened. Her hole just clamped-down on my prick, and her body just seemed to stretch a little; allowing about a half-inch of my prick to retreat from bumping up against her womb. Then she dropped down again, and her tight little tunnel caressed the sensitive skin around the head of my cock. Up and down twice more, until the stimulation of her vagina rubbing against the glans of my prick caused me to release a spurt of pre-cum inside her. This loosened things up a little, and this time my prick stretched her little body almost a whole inch; spreading the lubrication around even farther. By the time she made two more strokes up and down, I was helping Judy rise and fall on my prick by lifting her butt with my hands, and then dropping them to lower her, while the dry tightness of her opening had suddenly become slippery with juice, after one slightly painful pull, that allowed the lubrication now running in great gobs from the tip of my prick to make the journey easier. After about 5 minutes, Judy was sliding up and down my prick, like she had been doing it for months. It was STILL like fucking a garden-hose. Only NOW, it was an incredibly tight and slippery garden-hose. Not to mention, a short one, with a knob at the end. Still, even the slight pain of Judy's cervix bumping repeatedly against the head of my prick, did little to cut down on the eroticism of the moment. It WAS however, enough to slow up what would otherwise have been a much-too-fast orgasm. Judy probably couldn't "cum" herself, but she did seem to finally be enjoying the feel of my prick stimulating her vagina from the inside. For sure I was enjoying it! Only I didn't want to take too long. I knew my little sister would be sore from the pounding she was taking inside, even if she DID enjoy it. Better for me to cum right then, and let Judy enjoy it more some other time, when she hadn't just lost her virginity. The trouble was: I couldn't quite cum. I tried. I really did; but I couldn't. Feeling only half my prick being squeezed, her cervix bumping against the head of my prick, and the garden-hose tightness of her little hole were all distractions that repeatedly kept me from cumming. I was about to say, "Uncle," and stop, when Mother bent over and whispered in Judy's ear. Being so close, I heard her, even though it wasn't meant for me. "Now?" asked Mother. Judy nodded; not slowing up for a second, her sliding up and down on me. "Are you sure?" asked mother, somewhat worriedly, it seemed to me. Judy nodded again; too involved in gasping for breath, to say, "Yes." Now some of you may know what is coming, but I didn't even have a clue. I had never heard of such a thing, and if I had, I wouldn't have done it with my own little sister. Especially not my LITTLE sister, Judy. As I've said, I wouldn't hurt the little girl for the world. It was stretching things, to even be fucking her. [Oh my God! If it hadn't been unintentional, I would deserve to be shot for producing a pun like that! Maybe I should be shot anyway.] Well, if I was "stretching things" by fucking my little sister, [Hey! If I'm going to use this pun at all, I might as well go whole-hog.] then what was I doing when Mother finished pushing down on my little sister when I was just starting to push up? By now, there was so much pre-cum oozing out of my abused prick, that it was running in streams down Judy's left leg. Pre-cum is about the slipperiest thing I know, and Mother used that to do what she did. When I felt my little sister's cervix mashing into my prick, like the head of a hammer, I tried to pull back, but the chair wouldn't let me. I figure that's the REAL reason Mother had us use the chair, instead of the bed. Mother pushed down even harder; throwing almost her full weight on my little sister's body. I was barely able to yelp, "Mother! What...?" when Marsha and Judy leaped to our mother's assistance, and added their weight to hers. My prick, which had only managed to get about three inches inside my little sister's body, vanished another inch inside her. It wasn't enough.The strain was incredible, and I thought my prick would snap off for a second, or I would really hurt Judy, by tearing a hole in her vagina. Well, for a second, I thought I did tear Judy inside. There was an incredible straining sensation, and I felt a hole open around the head of my prick, as I was SURE it was tearing my little sister's vagina wide-open, as my mother and sisters all added their weights to that of my little sister; to try forcing every last inch of my prick up inside the little girl. Well, it almost broke my prick; it almost tore a hole in Judy, but neither happened. My little sister's vagina slowly stretched under the pressure, until the muscles of her uterus could stand the strain no more. I felt an INCREDIBLY tight ring slip over the head of my prick, and come to rest about 1/3 of the way down my prick, as over two inches of my cock slid into my little sister's womb. Judy let out an involuntary yelp of pain, as it happened, but didn't even try to pull off. For that matter, she had done her best to help; pushing down as hard as she could with Mother's help. Mother had previously heard of this; had checked to see if it could really happen, and then had suggested it to Judy. (Judy being the only one of my sisters small enough for a barely six-inch prick to reach that far.) I never would have gone for it had I known, but it was too late now. My prick was buried all the way up in my little sister's womb; leaking pre-cum inside her, as my mother looked at the two of us, and sighed with satisfaction. "There," she said; waving our sisters away, now that their help was no longer needed. "Now you've got your big brother's cock inside your womb, so he can squirt his sperm inside it, and get you pregnant, just like your big sisters." Mother looked at me with a glare that silenced any objections I might have. I knew that if I "wasted" this opportunity, after risking so much, and hurting Judy to get there, Mother would never forgive me for denying my little sister the chance she had worked so hard to get. The trouble was, my prick had wilted at the very thought that I was causing Judy pain. I did my best though. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the feel of my sister's vagina sliding up and down on me. Only that wasn't much better. The rubber-band-tight ring rolling up and down the last-inch-but-one of my prick was actually painful. Erotic as heck, but painful. The feeling of the rest of my sister's vagina sliding up and down the bottom of my prick, almost made up for it, however. I opened my eyes again, and looked directly into the smooth little belly of my 7-year-old little sister. I could actually see a slight bulge marking the spot where the head of my prick was distending the little girl's womb. The thought of my prick being in the spot where our baby might grow was quite erotic. My prick bulged for a second; bringing a slight "Ow" from my little sister. Still, there was another side-effect. Flexing my prick, either tore Judy inside, or forced the muscles of her cervix to relax slightly. In either case, the painful ring around my prick eased slightly, and became just another incredibly sexy part of my sister's body working to get her big brother to ejaculate his seed in her womb. Even with over 1/3 of my prick buried in her womb, I STILL didn't have all of my cock inside my little sister's body. Still, what I did have inside the little girl, was being treated to a sexual-massage that was incredible. THIS time, it didn't take me very long. I started to cum. Only I couldn't. Judy was too tight! The pressure built and built; like the feeling you get when you stop pissing by squeezing the end of your prick. Like that, something had to give. Luckily, it was the pressure on my prick, as ripples of relaxation then clamping of my sister's vagina had started milking on my cock. The first ripple allowed the sperm to start up my prick; and from there on, there was no holding back. Squirt after squirt of thick sticky sperm slid into my little sister's womb, in what felt like long greasy ropes of incestuous cum. A whole string of semen would ripple through my prick in one big spasm, like the rope of cream you would get if you accidentally stepped on an open tube of hair-cream. Rope after rope of goo squirted out the head of my prick and into the welcoming belly of my own little sister. By now, I had both arms wrapped around the little girl's waist, as my prick jerked again and again inside her. I could feel her little tummy swell, each time I jerked another big gob of cream inside her. I'm not sure if it was just my prick jerking, or if I actually felt the bulges of my sperm squirting in the little girl's womb. It felt like I sat there an hour, with my little sister in my lap, and my swollen prick pissing sperm in the child's womb. Realistically, it couldn't have been over two minutes, and I doubt if I managed to give Judy over four really good squirts of cum, but it FELT like it went on for hours. Talk about what heaven feels like! I almost revised my idea of heaven to spending eternity spasming my little sister's womb full of cum, just like that. Well, two hours, or twenty seconds... two gallons, or four good squirts, it finally ended. My prick shrank just a little; and with a sigh of satisfaction, Judy slid down that last half-inch, until our pubic bones met. She had finally taken all of my prick inside her. For about five minutes, we both sat there, as my prick slowly wilted inside her. Every once in a while I would shudder, and clasp Judy tightly to me. Twice, as the pressure inside her became less, I felt another drop of cum ease through the tube on the bottom of my prick; up inside my sister's body, and ooze out the tip of my penis, into her already flooded womb. Even when my prick had fully shrunk down to a bare shadow of itself, Judy's tight little cervix kept the head of my prick trapped inside her womb, like an over-tight cork in a bottle. Neither one of us wanted to take it out. It was only when our sisters started showing signs of impatience, as we seemed to be just sitting there doing nothing, that Mother finally made us pull apart. Damn, it HURT, as my prick uncoupled from my little sister's womb. I could hear the sharp intake of breath, as Judy felt a similar pain inside her. Still, we couldn't have stayed locked together all night, could we? Thinking about it, I guess we could have. Maybe sometime we would. Well, that was it for that day. In fact, it wasn't until two days later, (Never mind Mother's injunction to "practice" with Marsha every day.) that I recovered enough to fuck any of my sisters again. And then only Marsha, as her slippery hot wet hole was the only one that wouldn't squeeze the still-sore head of my prick too hard. I must have given my big sister almost as much sperm that time, as I did the first. Waiting two days between fucks had built up quite a load in my balls. It's funny, I went YEARS without sex, and it didn't really hurt me. NOW, going two days without sex seems like torture, and the pressure in my balls is almost unbearable. Strange, isn't it? After that first time, I was afraid I'd hurt Judy, if we did it again, but the second time she just climbed on me and slid down until the head of my prick was butting against the back of her womb, and her cervix was milking my prick like a second vagina. From then on, That was Judy's "thing"; to do what none of her older sisters could do: Take my prick all the way up inside her womb, and have me fill it with squirt after squirt of incestuous sperm. A couple of times, I fucked her on the bed, but Judy seemed almost to have a fetish about fucking in the same chair, and the same way as the day she lost her virginity. (Well, OK, she didn't HAVE a virginity to "lose." Still, it was the first time she got fucked, and that amounts to the same thing, doesn't it? Well, it did to her, anyway.) After about two weeks, things started settling almost into a daily pattern: I would come home from school, and Cathy would be waiting for me, since she gets out first of the older girls. We would go into the bedroom and fuck, while Mother watched, and I filled my little sister's tight little snatch full of the stuff that makes babies. When we finished, Mother would go in the kitchen, and start supper, while Cathy would lie on the bed for a while, to allow my sperm to soak into her womb. (Not that Cathy ever lost very much, when she DID get up. My little sister's vagina is so tight, and she has fairly good muscles too; so usually she only loses a drop or two all evening long, before she goes to bed.) After dinner, it's Judy's turn. We usually watch TV together, with my prick buried up inside her belly, sometimes for two or three hours. Only when it gets to be too much, do I finally give in, and squirt my sperm in my little sister's 7-year-old womb, where she so dearly likes to feel it. Usually, the other girls can tell when we're getting close, and they all watch to see my prick bulge, as I fill their little sister's belly with cum. Afterwards, we sometimes spend another twenty minutes to an hour or so, with my prick held captive in my little sister's vagina by her clasping young cervix. We're both very careful not to cheat though, and if she feels me getting hard inside her again, Judy makes sure she gets off, so her sisters won't be shorted.All four of my sisters know that they only have one prick between them, and are all very careful to share. It's only on weekends that it's somewhat of a free-for-all, "first-cum, first-served." <giggle> When I go to bed at night, it's usually between Marsha and Ginny. Mother had gotten a bigger bed for all three of us to sleep in. I very rarely use my room anymore, except for show, and to keep my clothes and things in. Before I go to sleep, I usually fuck Ginny, while Marsha watches, but sometimes it's the other way around. Usually Mother stops by when I do "To make sure I'm taking good care of my sisters," but not always. Sometimes, Judy and Cathy watch too. Usually if one watches, they both do. In the morning, I fuck the sister that didn't get fucked the night before, (Usually Marsha) and send her off to school with a belly full of her brother's sperm wriggling up inside her womb, getting her pregnant with her own brother's baby. I get hard all day long in school, just thinking about it. No wonder I lose attention sometimes in class. So, that's how things got started with me and my four sisters. Now, guess which one got pregnant first. Aw, that one was too easy. Of COURSE it was Marsha. Being 16, and in the peak of her fertility, it's a wonder it took as long as it did. A little over two months after that first "peeking", Marsha missed her period. Almost a year to the day later, she delivered Kathleen Ann Finster; 8 pounds, 14 ounces of bouncing beautiful baby girl. OK. As I said, that one was too easy. Now, guess who got pregnant second? Nope. Nope. Nope. Gotcha! Trick question. It wasn't ANY of my sisters. It was Mother. Yep, my Thirty-Three year old mother, got "caught" by her own son... me. What happened, is this: Once we started fucking all the time, Mother decided there was no reason for us to wear clothes around the house anymore, unless we wanted to. So, starting at first on weekends, when we were too lazy to get dressed, and eventually spreading to the rest of the week, when we found we LIKED being naked in front of each other, it ended up with us all wearing no clothes at all, once we got home. What about when friends were over? Then too. To them, we were just a slightly fanatical nudist family. The sex, we kept to ourselves. Well, after about a month or so of this. (Probably about a month before Marsha first got pregnant, but it might have been about the same time.) I was watching television as usual, with my prick buried in Judy's belly, when we both noticed Mother watching us. We knew Mother liked to watch, so we decided to put on a little bit more of a show for her; with squirmings and thrustings, and comments from Judy about wanting her "Big Brother" to squirt his baby-juice in her womb, and get her pregnant with his baby. After a while, this got our sisters' attention, and they chimed in by encouraging me to, "Get my little 7-year-old sister pregnant, so she can finish the first-grade with a big tummy." All fantasies that Mother had given us herself. By this time, Mother was panting, and watching the two of us, like a cat looks at a canary. So, Judy and I got even nastier, if possible. More sexy comments about first-graders with big bellies, and little girls who carry their big brother's sperm inside them, and little sisters who want their egg fertilized by her own brother's sperm. When they realized what we were up to, all three of our sisters joined in. Each of them not only commenting on what Judy and I were doing, they also made obscene references to the sperm that Mother knew each one of THEM was carrying inside her. Mother had started out just being hot. She had progressed to fingering herself, and was soon lying back with her eyes closed, as she worked madly with her big finger, in and out of her hairy crack. Ginny and Marsha grinned at each other. They knew what to do. Many nights, when I was too exhausted; having spent every drop of incestuous sperm I had, in their sweet little holes, the two of them had shown me they were quite as capable of giving each other sexual satisfaction, as they were of getting it from their big brother. They just preferred "the real thing." Preferences however, were not going to make them go to bed horny, while they each had a willing sister to help them out. So, when Mother finally gave-in and let go in front of us; showing us that our mother had sexual desires too, Marsha and Ginny were quite willing to help. Before she knew exactly what was happening, Mother had her eldest daughter kneeling between her legs, and Ginny suckling on one of her tits, like some obscene caricature of an oversized baby-girl. After a startled moment, they were joined by Cathy, as she tried to help by sucking with equal vigor on Mother's other breast. By this time, Judy and I had stopped all pretense of fucking; while we watched Mother getting worked over royally, by our sexy sisters. Suddenly Mother's body lifted and fell, and a howl of satisfaction filled the room. Twice, three times she climaxed, and still her frantic squirming continued. Judy and I could tell that Marsha's mouth was getting tired by now. "You'd better get over there and help," observed Judy. I thought so too; especially after remembering Mother's annoyance at my "teasing" my big sister, and not giving her a big tummy, when she needed it. If anyone seemed to need a belly full of hot sticky cum, it was our mother right then. Still... "What about you," I asked. I hated to leave Judy hanging, after getting her all worked up. Besides, it WAS her "turn" right now. "Oh don't be silly," said Judy, getting off me with an obscene "slurp". The feeling of her cervix caressing the head of my prick as she did, was exquisite. "I fuck you all the time. Mother needs you right now." I guess she was right. Marsha had given up by now, and even Ginny and Cathy were starting to tire. Still Mother worked frantically trying to coax yet another orgasm from her overheated snatch. Wordlessly, Marsha moved out of my way, as I stepped up to where Mother was sprawled on the couch, and slipped my still-swollen prick up inside her. "OH! My... Michael! What do you THINK you are doing?!?!" Mother's squirming just drove my prick deeper into her. I snickered. If that wasn't a silly question, I don't know what is. "Michael, you've got to stop!" said Mother. Her squirmings had turned more into the type of hip-rolling that Marsha uses when I fucked her, than an attempt to get away. "You can't fuck your own mother," said Mother, now making a lie out of her own words, by squirming back at me; taking my prick all the way up to where it was pressing against her cervix, with one obscene slide. "You've GOT to pull out," she said, in one last-ditch attempt at "normal" relations with her own son, "You might get me pregnant!" THAT got everyone in the room giggling. MOTHER, afraid I might get her pregnant? After all she had done to get me to impregnate my sisters, including my little 7-year-old sister Judy, whom she wanted me to put my cock into, all the way up in her womb, so the little girl would have that much better chance of getting pregnant? OUR mother? The one who insisted that I "practice" making a baby in my 16-year-old sister every night, while she's in the peak of her fertility? Don't make me laugh. So I giggled instead, and my sisters all giggled with me. After a while, Mother giggled too, and relaxed. Well, not exactly "relaxed", but she no longer tried to stop fucking me. In fact, she started fucking back. After a while, she regained her voice, and started mouthing back to me the same words and phrases my sisters and I had been using to get HER worked up, while she had watched me and Judy. "Fuck your mother," she said. "Slide that big old baby-maker up in your mother's belly, and give Momma what she wants: A big belly by her own son. C'mon boy, see if you can do it. Squirt your thick sticky cum in your mother's womb, and get her pregnant. How would you like that Mike? Just think, if you do a really good job tonight, you might be making another little sister to fuck, in your mother's womb." That did it. The smooth slippery wetness of my mother's hairy crack was too stimulating; as were the obscene thoughts she was planting in my head, like I was planting my seed in my own mother's womb. Gush after gush I squirted in my mother, as all four of my sisters encouraged me to knock our mother up. When we finished, there was a big mess on the couch, but Mother wouldn't even let us clean it up. She said the stain would always remain there, to remind her of the first time she got pregnant by her own little boy. Mother is kinky sometimes. Well, after that, we never left Mother out of our sex-play. Even if I was fucking one of the girls, we always made a point of letting Mother feel my prick at least once, before or after I came, and tried to be sure she got at least ONE good squirt of sperm every day as well. At least once a week, the girls all made sure that Mother got screwed properly, besides. One of them would give up her "turn" and insist that I "Give THIS load to Mother." I never figured out the schedule they used. Sometimes it was the same girl two weeks in a row, but usually not. I never heard them discuss it, and there was always at least one of them who insisted that "her turn" was now our mother's.It couldn't have been more than two months later that Mother first missed her period. Three months after that, Cathy did. Within a year, I was the proud father of three healthy, squirming, kicking young girls. Having three pregnant bellies in the same house at the same time was quite something. Ginny, Judy, and I worked ourselves ragged helping the others when it got hard for them to get around. There's something extra sexy about going to sleep next to your big sister who's pregnant with your baby and feeling her tummy squirming in the middle of the night. I guess that's why I gave Ginny so much extra while this went on. Of course, if you think seeing my big sister Marsha with a big belly was sexy, you should have seen Mother! And if you thought THAT was something, then imagine what Cathy looked like. Barely 11 years old and pregnant by her big brother. God, she looked so cute. I mean, all the girls are cute anyway, but an eleven-year-old with a tummy out to "here" will get me every time. Ginny was three months pregnant when Marsha came back from the hospital, and there hasn't been a day since when one or the others of my sisters (or my mother) didn't show at least a LITTLE bulge in one of their tummies. Judy? No. As much as Mother tried to get me to knock her up, Judy didn't get pregnant until she was almost eleven years old. It was about three days shy of her birthday when Judy first "missed." Since then, she's had three kids by me: Two girls and a boy, just like Mother. Right now, there are 14 kids (not counting me and my sisters) in the house. And yes, we've grown quite tired of "Cheaper by the dozen" jokes. They range in age from Kathleen at 6 years old down to John at 3 months old. Well, there ARE three younger ones, if you count the ones "in the oven." <smirk> Once, some snot-nosed kid gave my little sister some shit about our family "breeding like rats in a grain-barrel," but after I gave him a broken nose, nobody bothered any of my sisters again. If you're wondering how we can afford so many kids, Mother has some special kind of endowment or "trust" from the university that covers raising all of us. She's never been too clear about it, saying that it's just a big bunch of legalese, but mainly all Mother has to do is keep some kind of records, make a few tests, and they make sure she has enough money to cover our living expenses and enough over for us to be comfortable. She's hinted that it has something to do with our father, so I figure it's probably some kind of insurance policy or something. Anyway, it seems her income has gone up each time we had another mouth to feed, so we aren't hurting. Mother says she wants me to teach our daughter Jennifer "how to make a baby" on her birthday coming up, as she wants the little six-year-old to "Have the chance of finishing the first-grade with a big belly." Mother is an optimist. Still, it wouldn't be that hard for Jenny to take me up inside her, since she's not a virgin, having slept with her brothers since the day they came home from the hospital. Last week, I caught her trying out a cucumber that Mother had given her. It looked almost as big as me. Still, I'm wondering about this obsession of Mother's about having at least ONE of her daughters "finish the first-grade with a big belly." Mother says she's going to do it, and Mother usually gets what she wants. Lately, Mother's been going in for "golden showers." But for some reason, she seems to be more interested in the girls pissing than me. I've got a sneaking suspicion why. While Mother seems to like playing with piss, she seems to like seeing our two daughters playing with piss even more. Especially, when they're playing in the pee of one of the older girls. You don't suppose...? Yesterday, Mother seemed awful insistent on each child sitting at her assigned space at the breakfast table, and especially Jennifer, Kathleen, and our youngest, Suzy. Suzy didn't like the homemade tomato-juice that Mother made, but Mother insisted she drink it anyway, saying it was "good for her." It's not like our daughter to avoid fruit-juice. I've GOT to find that article I read. Well, it's a week later, but I figured out what Mother's up to. I found the Science-Article I had been missing. Mother had it under her mattress, and I found it when I helped Ginger change the sheets yesterday. There was an article about the sex-hormones in urine. Particularly, in the urine of fertile females. It seems that pre-pubescent rats can become fertile if exposed to the urine of their siblings who are ovulating. It seems their bodies don't want to allow their older sisters to "steal a march" on them, so they become fertile themselves, so they won't lose their chance in the "baby-wars." Now that I think of it, Mother has been daily almost WASHING both Judy and Jennifer in their older sister's piss, when they were midway between periods. And I'll bet I can guess why Suzy's tomato-juice tasted a little funny, too. Mother must have slipped, and made the "dose" a little stronger than usual. Still, knowing Mother, I'll bet she sterilized the stuff before she let her darling little girls drink it. Not that piss is bad for you. It's almost as clean as any sterile bandage, having passed through the filter of the blood and kidneys first. It just doesn't taste good. As Suzy had found out. Now that I know, what do I do? I'm tempted to just let things go, and if or when our little girl starts ovulating, then do MY part of the job that Mother has been wanting me to do for the past 7 years. On the other hand... Six years old and pregnant? I finally decided to talk this over with Jenny, herself. If SHE decides she wants this, then we'll just go along, and not let Mother know we even suspect. If not, then we'll have to do something. Especially about Suzy. Oh God! I'm getting hard just thinking about my little girl sliding up and down my prick, while I fill the child's womb with her own little sister who will grow up into yet another little girl for me to fuck when SHE gets old enough. No wonder Mother gets hot at the idea. I wonder how long Mother has been "treating" Jenny? Could the little girl be fertile right now? And how about Suzy? The thought of my four-year-old little girl, with eggs ripening in her tummy is driving me insane with horniness. Thank goodness for a stable of horny sisters to take the pressure off. If it wasn't for that, I'd probably be willing to fuck even Suzy right now; even if she is only four years old. The youngest girl in the world to have a baby was five years old. THAT was a medical curiosity. To have a baby at six-going-on-seven is not impossible, just unheard-of rare. Mother is going to push the odds. Well, it's too late to do much about Jenny, anyway. I've already promised to fuck her for her sixth birthday, and I'm not going to back down on a promise to my own daughter. If we find out she's fertile, we'll just have to take it in stride. I've still got to decide what to do about Suzy though. I wonder if that experiment with rats really works on humans too? It couldn't really, could it? Should I find out? Damn, I'm getting hard again, just thinking about it. I wonder where Judy is? Even though my little sister's had three kids already, I can still slip my prick up inside her womb. It seems that her body developed a tolerance for having my prick spurting sperm inside her womb, and her cervix has been open and receptive ever since. If I fuck HER, then we can pretend that I'm getting my daughter pregnant, by squirting my sperm in her womb. God, I need a fuck! If Suzy were here right now, I'd probably fuck the little kid, and cum in her too; even if she IS only four years old. Heck, I'd probably do it, even if I knew the little girl COULD get pregnant. Oh my God! What am I SAYING? Suzy's my daughter! Where are all the girls?!?! Oh God, I'm so horny! Oh, Hi Jennifer. See what Daddy's got for you? How would you like to get your birthday present a couple of days early? If you promise not to tell Mother, you can have it right now. Uhuh. Really, just like your big sisters. You're sure? OK. Come on, right over here Honey. Now slide down, REAL easy. Don't hurt yourself. THAAATS it. Easy now. OOooohh! That feels good, Honey. Daddy's going to have a REAL BIG present to give you, in just a minute. Uhuh. Your very own. Easy Honey, don't hurry... Daddy's going to... Oh! Oooh! GOD, Honey, here it CUMS! Squeeze Daddy Honey. Squeeze me again! Get it all! Oh! Oh. Oooh, Shit! Aaah! Thanks Jenny. What's that? Well, I suppose you COULD be. Tell you what... If you want, we'll just keep on doing this, until you are. OK? Sure. I promise. Now remember... Don't tell Mother. In fact, don't tell anyone, except your little sister Suzy. Uhuh. No. In fact, it might be a good idea if you DID tell her. Well, OK, if she wants to. I wonder if that experiment with rats works on humans. Oh Rats! I just remembered there was something in that article about when the female rats first became fertile, there was some hormone-or-other that would get the male rats so excited, they would mate with their own relatives. Oh shit! Oh Hi Suzy. Did your big sister tell you? Sure, if you want to. No, I'm not mad at you.Daddy was just mumbling to himself about some rats in an experiment. Nothing to do with you, really. "Easy, honey. Just spread your legs a little wider." "Ooooh, that feels good!" "Daddy's going to give his little girl a real NICE present!" "Ooooh!" "Oh God! It feels so good, I can't help myself." "Oh rats! I'm doing it again!"

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Girlfriends

"Daniel, did you fuck your little sisters this morning?" Sandy's question caught her eldest offspring by surprise for a moment, then he grinned. "Yes, Mom," he replied, remembering how sweet the sensation of the tight little holes of his two new "girlfriends" had almost overwhelmed him when they were squeezing the thick white cum out of his swollen prick. That he didn't have to worry about diseases, condoms, or even pregnancy when fucking his own two sisters made it even better. "Candy too?" "Huh?" "I asked, did you remember to fuck Candy too?" repeated his mother. The idea of fucking the little 5-year-old (almost 6 now) hadn't even occurred to the older boy. Sandy watched raptly as her son's bulging prick slid in and out of the child's slit. Watching her little girl's tummy swell and then flatten each time the older boy slid all the way home in her daughter was so erotic she was leaking a steady stream of juices from her own snatch. "Do it," she murmured under her breath, silently encouraging the boy to fuck his little sister, "do it!" "Did it," said Danny. "Oh, Oh!" he groaned, as the tight ring of his littlest sister's tight little cunny milked and squeezed on his engorged member, until the urgent tickling in the head presaged a coming flood of cum that would inundate the child's belly with incestuous sperm. "Oh God, Mom ... I'm going to cum," he groaned, looking for approval from the woman staring so closely at the mating pair. He completely ignored the two girls watching from the other side of the bed, as if they weren't there. "Can I cum in her?" he asked, still not sure if his mother would approve of him cumming in his own little sister ... even after fucking the two older ones with her permission, if not outright approval. "Do it," said their mother, barely able to choke the words out. The thought of her son's seed squirting in thick white jets into the virginal belly of her little girl was almost overwhelming in its eroticism. "Spunk her belly really good. Candy needs to feel what it's like ... just like her big sisters." Danny wasn't able to think clearly any more ... if his mother wanted him to spunk his little sister's womb ... then he was going to. The 16-year-old held his prick as far up inside the little girl's tummy as he could, while he shivered with the sensations of her tight little slit squeezing on his penis, preparatory to flooding the child's womb with his potent seed. "What's happening, Mommy? What's Danny going to do?" the plaintive question from the child on the bed barely managed to stall the teenager from letting his little sister have everything he had stored up in his balls right then. After the pain of losing her virginity, things had just started to feel good again when her brother started acting weird and talking about this mysterious "cumming" that everybody else seemed to know about. "It's OK, Honey," her mother soothed. "Danny is going to squirt his cum in you, like a big girl, so you can feel what it's like to take a man's spunk in your tummy like your big sisters do. In that spunk is Danny's sperm ... the stuff that gets little girls pregnant. So Danny's going to try and get you pregnant, just like a big girl ... OK?" "OK ... I guess," replied the pre-schooler doubtfully. "What's pregnant?" "That's when your brother makes a baby in your tummy with his sperm. You're a little young yet to do that; but I want you to try ... OK?" "OK." Candy still seemed a little doubtful; but if her mother wanted this ... she wondered about having a baby in her tummy though. "Good ... now I want you to ask your big brother to spunk your tummy, and make a baby, so he knows you want it." The thought of what this meant was ALMOST enough to make Daniel lose his erection. If he hadn't already been so close to filling the little girl's tight little baby-hole with his cum, he might have lost it anyway. Only hearing his little sister obey their mother and ask, "Please Danny? Shoot your baby-spunk in my tummy, like Momma says. I don't mind. I want to feel you do it," was too much for the teenager. Before he could even think about the possible consequences of squirting his sperm in his little 5 year old sister's unprotected tummy, he was already doing it; jerking and thrusting, and squirting jet after thick white jet of incestuous seed at the child's developing womb. Oh God, did that feel good. And the fact that his mother had NOT assured him that he didn't have to worry about making a baby in the little girl ... in fact almost encouraging them both to do it ... was even more erotic than fucking either of his two older sisters. There's something about ejaculating your sperm in the unprotected belly of your own little sister, knowing you MIGHT get her pregnant with her own brother's baby ... and knowing that his parents wouldn't get mad at him if he did, took away what tiny bit of remorse the teenager might have otherwise had. Jerk after jerk, squirt after squirt, Daniel emptied his prostate in his little sister's womb; now actually TRYING to father a child on his own pre-schoolaged sibling. He was knowledgeable enough to know there wasn't much chance of knobbing a girl as young as Candy ... but it sure felt good to try. Candy wasn't complaining either. It felt GOOD to have her big brother sliding in and out like this ... and the slippery goo he was ejaculating inside her just made things easier. But the biggest pleasure was the almost painful pleasure she could see she was giving her big brother, as his face contorted in spasms of ecstasy that she hoped someday to feel ... like she had heard other girls did when "making love" to their brothers. "Good," said Sandy, as she watched her son's shudders die down, and he finally came down and rested on his little sister's body, while his prick oozed a last few dribbles into the swamped uterus of the child. "From now on," she continued, "I want you to impregnate your little sister at least once a day ... just like you do her big sisters ... OK?" "Ooooohhh!" Daniel could barely groan his agreement. "Good," repeated Sandy. "Now I want you to tell Candy that." "Uh?" Danny was so exhausted from spilling his seed three times in his sexy little sisters in less than two hours that he had a hard time even saying that much. "Promise your little sister that from now on you'll get her pregnant as often as you can ... OK?" Sandy waited, breath held, for her son's reply. She wasn't going to FORCE the kid to father children on his sisters but ... "I promise Candy." Both Maria and Carol stared wide-eyed at the still incestuously coupled duo, and then back at their mother. "Mom, you lied to us." Sandy looked over at her two offspring, one nursing her eldest grandson, and the other obscenely swollen with a child that was due any day. "I did NOT!" she said, in annoyance. "You name even ONE time I told you a lie." "Mom! You told Danny that he couldn't get us pregnant. Look at us, and then say that wasn't a lie." "I didn't say that." "Mom!" Sandy hushed her offspring. "What I SAID was, that most boys don't get their sisters pregnant ... most don't. Most don't even have sex with their sisters ... and those girls that DO have sex with their brothers are usually on the pill or taking SOME kind of birth-control. Is it MY fault that you two neglected to take precautions?" "Mom! You said ..." "I KNOW what I said. I pointed out to your brother that most girls had to start somewhere ... even his old ex-girlfriend. And since she wasn't a virgin, where do you suppose she learned? I also implied a lot of other things that suggested that most families have sex ... who knows, they might even be true." "But MOM .... I KNOW that you told Danny ..." Here Carol's face screwed up as she fought to remember her mother's words from almost 8 months earlier. "... You told Danny that if WE were his girlfriends, that he could have sex with us, 'without worrying about disease, condoms, or pregnancy,' and don't deny it!" she finished fiercely. It seems the middle girl had a very good memory when it came to words. "So?" replied her mother. "In what way does that make me a liar?" She waited for the expected outburst. "What do you call THIS," said Carol, waving her hand at an obviously too-pregnant belly ... and implying the child in her older sister's arms. "A baby," replied the older woman. She held up her hand at her children's outburst, and continued, "Well, piece by piece then: First, none of you three girls have any diseases ... certainly not venereal diseases, since all three of you were virgins; and I DON'T think any of you have had sex with anybody except Danny since then, right?" "Well, but condoms ..."" 3 "So," she continued, "he didn't need condoms as protection from disease... and the only other thing I said was that he didn't need to worry about pregnancy... I never said you girls wouldn't get pregnant. Are either of you girls annoyed at having his kids... or do you think Danny is annoyed at having babies by either or both of you?" (The attitude of Daniel towards his child and prospective child was well known... he doted on his little boy and was way overprotective of what they all knew would be the baby's little sister in less than a month.) "And neither your father nor I have shown the slightest objection to helping you girls raise as many children by your brother as you want to have, now have we?" Sandy waited expectantly. "Mother," said Maria, finally breaking the silence and speaking for both of her sisters (even though Candy wasn't there). "You are a sneaky, nasty, obscene, and wicked woman... and we both love you very much." "Thank you, dear," replied Sandy. "I thought you'd see it that way. Now where's your brother?" "In the bedroom with Candy... Where else are either of them these days?" replied Carol with a sigh. Since they had missed the chance to start Candy in kindergarten with a baby in her belly, the two siblings were still trying to make it so the little girl started the first grade with a swollen tummy. Not much chance at her age... but Daniel took seriously his promise to the little girl to get her pregnant as often as he could. "He barely has time enough for us these days." "He's not neglecting either of you sexually, I hope?" Both girls giggled; Carol's tummy jiggling when she did so. "Not if about a pint of sperm in each of us is neglecting us," the older girl replied. "Even Carol gets her share every day." "Good. I wouldn't want any of you kids regretting being your brother's girlfriends." From the smile she got from both of her daughters, just before Carol's tummy cramped, it was obvious that neither of the two girls had any regrets at all to their mother's choice of a boyfriend for them.

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Why is it?

"Why do you suppose so many girls have their first sex with a relative?" asked Janice. "You mean, like me and my brother?" responded Marsha. Both women were sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, just gossiping and passing the time together. Neither one had any important engagements for the next hour or so, and it was nice to talk to someone who thought before she spoke. (For a change.) "I suppose it's because it's so... well, convenient. Having a horny big brother around to help you out, when you're a raging bag of hormones like most teenagers are, it's a wonder more kids don't start out fucking their own brother, like me and Jeanette did." "Yeah, or me and my sisters, and our grandfather... or our kids; like you were pointing out earlier." "Stupid kids... think they invented everything; including sex." "Or getting it on with a relative, like I pointed out." <Giggle.> <Snort.> "Yeah, I guess you're right. So I guess I can't blame Cindy for asking her father to teach her about sex and how to make babies. Only did she have to go the whole route and have him get her pregnant? I mean, that's taking the 'lessons' a little too far; don't you think?" "Oh? I don't know. That's what my mother had Grandpa do with me and my sisters." "No!" "Uhuh. Mother had Grandpa come into our room one night and 'teach us about sex' by actually fucking each one of us and getting us pregnant, so we would 'know what it's like to make a baby.'" "You're kidding, right? She didn't really want him to get you pregnant, did she?" "Oh, didn't she? You don't know my mother. Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime... I don't dare right now; you'd cream your jeans, and I can't have you cumming right here in the restaurant, can I? You'd be likely to give some poor guy a 'heart attack'." <Giggle.> Marsha looked around the almost empty coffee shop. Besides the two women, there was only a trucker finishing up a cup of coffee, and the waiter-cum-busboy who was filling in for the usual waitress in the slack afternoon time. "Well," she said, "we can't have the poor guy suffer, can we?" She paused for a moment, then continued, "Tell you what, if Billy there gets too excited about me getting my rocks off at listening to your story, then I'll see to it that the poor kid doesn't suffer... OK?" "God. You don't mean you'd?..." "Yeah, if necessary, I'd suck him off. Or, if he's REALLY horny, I'd take him in the back room and... well, you know." Janice had to be sure. "You'd fuck him?" she asked. "If necessary." "God, you're such a slut." "I know. And so are you." <Giggle.> <Snort.> "OK. Heck, maybe I'd help out too." "So TELL me. I'm dying to hear about you and your grandfather." "Well... I don't know. It's kind of personal." "Janice!" "Well... OK. But you've got to tell me about you and your big brother first." By now, the older woman had her hand up under her dress, stroking her already swollen clitty, not caring if the busboy saw her or not. Maybe it would be fun to fuck a teenager again. "Well... OK. But there's not as much to tell about me and my brother, as there obviously is about you and your sisters. I mean, Bobby never knocked us up, or anything like that, and our parents for sure weren't in on it. When I think of what happened when Ginny... well, maybe I'd better start at the beginning." "Damn! You get me all worked up, then don't tell me. Who's Ginny?" "I'll get to that later. OK?" "OK," grumbled the older woman. "But you'd better not forget." "I won't... Let me see. I think I was about 10 or 11 the first time my big brother came into my room with the excuse that he wanted to find out what was 'different' about boys and girls." "You didn't really FALL for that line, did you? I mean, even at 11?" "Shit no. But I didn't tell HIM that. It was all I could do to keep from giggling. What Bobby didn't know, was that I was as horny and curious about sex as he was, even at that age. I had been playing with myself for years, by that time, and I had begun to wonder if I EVER was going to find out what sex was all about, or if I was going to die a virgin." <Chuckle.> "Yeah right! At 11 years old, yet." "I might have been 10, I'm not really sure." <Snort.> "So what did your big brother do?" "Well, it seems my big brother was as frustrated as I was, only HE was a little more aggressive, or possibly just inventive. If you can call THAT line about 'seeing what's different between boys and girls' being inventive. Whatever. It's more than I ever came up with. Actually, if I had known my big brother was even interested in me, I would probably have crawled into his bed when I was 7." "No. Seven? I thought I was a horny slut." "Yeah, well I was... and still am; for that matter. Does Billy look interested yet?" "Some. Let's see if we can 'work up' a little more interest. Just keep fingering yourself, while I have him get us some more coffee."" <Wheeze.> "Well, once again, I 'thought about it', then nodded my head. Two seconds later we were fucking. I don't think Bobby ever DID figure out why I was so wet and slippery that day, but his prick slid all the way home inside me with scarcely a pause when it slipped through my hymen. "Ouch," I said, "that hurt." "Sorry," gasped Bobby, forgetting he wasn't supposed to know anything about sex, "but it always hurts the first time. Next time, you'll like it a lot better." "Oh," I said. I remembered other girls telling me something similar, so I figured he was right. I looked down at where my big brother's prick had vanished up inside my body. God, that was sexy! Still, I was a little distracted by it being my first time with a real boy, so I was more interested than horny. Besides, it still hurt a little inside me. "Bobby," I asked, "are we fucking?" For a moment, I was afraid that Bobby was going to pull out in fright. I guess he didn't expect me to know about fucking or sex in any manner. Still, I guess the feel of my horny little hole squeezing on his swollen prick felt too good to him to let him pull out, even if he WAS scared I might tell. Finally, he decided to just be honest. "No," he said, pulling his prick out, and then sliding it back inside me to the hilt, "THIS is fucking." 4 Well . . . almost. Having never actually had his prick inside a girl before, the feeling of hot girl squirming underneath him, while her tight little cunny milked and squeezed on his swollen peter, was too much. Bobby had barely made three good strokes into me when he lost it and began squirting jet after jet of incestuous cum inside me. He must have been dreaming about fucking me for weeks, because I swear my big brother left enough sperm in my hot little hole to impregnate half the county. It's a wonder I wasn't carrying his baby before he quit that night. For sure, neither of us had any idea of birth-control, nor would we probably have used any if we had any to use. We were just too horny to care. "A jackrabbit, huh? Just stuck it in you, and came. Still, what can you expect of a kid on his first time? I hope you taught him to better next time." "Oh, I don't know," Marsha giggled, "Bobby may have been fast, but I was faster. You forget: I had been jacking off for over two hours when Bobby first 'put the make' on me, and was just about ready to cum when he walked in with that lame excuse. Feeling a real prick sliding in and out was too much. By the second stroke I was coming, and didn't stop cumming until Bobby finished squirting the last sticky drop inside me, and rolled off exhausted. No, I can't complain about him 'getting off' too quick. As I said, I was faster than he was." "Oh. We'd better finish this story up pretty soon, before the waitresses get back, or other customers show up, and poor Billy over there has to go home with blue balls." "Well, then shut up; and let me finish the story." After that, Bobby and I fucked whenever either of us felt like it. That night, I tiptoed down to his room, and climbed into bed with him. Bobby must have fucked me three times that night, before sending me back to my room at about 6:00 AM, with a sore but very happy pussy; just socked full of my own brother's cream. The next day, he sneaked into MY bedroom, and we fucked all night long. After about two weeks of this, I got too sore to fuck, and so did Bobby. So we cooled it for two days, (As long as we could hold out.) and then started over. Only THIS time we kept it down to just a major orgy, instead of a Bacchanalia. For the next two years, we fucked; if not every day, then at least every other day, until my little sister caught us, and wanted her share. So, Bobby and I included her in. It was either that, or have Jeanette tell our parents what we were doing, and that we wouldn't let her join us. It wasn't really all that bad for me, either. Bobby had picked up some sex books since we started, and he showed us how girls could do things to each other as well as boys. (Actually, I think he was just wanting us to 'go down' on each other, so it wouldn't seem such a big thing for either of us to suck HIM off.) Anyway, after Jeanette joined us, somehow oral sex became as much a part of what we did, as the regular kind. It wasn't until two years after that though, that we first tried anal sex. 5 "So that was it? You and your little sister fucked your brother until you left home?" "Pretty much. Oh, I could give you lots of stories about each time we fucked; like the time all three of us 'made out' under a blanket in the back seat, while our parents were in the front, when we were on vacation. If we hadn't had the windows wide-open, we never would have gotten away with it though. As it was, the blanket we snuggled under just REEKED of sex for almost a week; giving us all the giggles each time we thought about how close we came to getting caught." "So both you and your sister fucked your brother for how many years? And nobody got pregnant?" "Six. And I never said that." "Ooooh! I like that. Which one of you 'caught'?" "Neither one of us." "Marsha!" "It was Ginny. Remember? I told you I'd tell you about her. Well, one day our cousin was sleeping over; visiting Jeanette, and Bobby just slipped into bed with her; where he ended up fucking our cute little cousin instead." "Was she a virgin?" "No. We never DID find out who got in her cute little panties the first time; as she would never tell. So she wasn't all that shocked to see her year-younger cousin getting the lights screwed out of her by her older brother. And then Bobby woke up in the middle of the night between the two of them, and stuck his thick prick right up inside his cousin's tight little cunny instead of in his little sister's hole, like he usually did. Ginny didn't even object; working with the older boy until he sent big splashes of incestuous sperm squirting high into her tight little cunny where it belonged. Only Ginny should have left fucking Bobby to me and Jeanette. She only stayed over for two nights that weekend, but it was enough." "Knocked-up, huh?" "Higher than a kite. After six months, Ginny couldn't hide it any more, and the whole story came out. You can imagine the rest." "Tell me anyway." "Not much TO tell. Lots of yelling and screaming. No more sex for me and Jeanette. . . ." "For Bobby either, I imagine." "Not exactly. A month later Bobby and Ginger were married; and surprisingly have been very happy together; unlike most such marriages, I hear. So Jeanette and I had to take most of the brunt of our parents' displeasure, as Bobby had moved in with Ginny." "Is THAT why you? . . ." "Uhuh. Both Jeanette and I were so frustrated at not getting any sex, that we both let the first decent guy who tried get in our pants and knock us up, so we could do what Ginny did." 6 "Oh. Talking about 'not getting any': Bobby and Laverne are back, and Billy looks as though he's going to have a heart- attack, trying to keep his swollen prick from shocking the two girls." Janice looked pointedly over towards the kitchen where the boy in question was trying to stay behind the counter while talking to the two waitresses who had returned to take over. It was obvious that the two girls had a pretty good idea what was bothering the youngster, from their smiles and sexy wiggles. "Hey! You promised to tell me about you and your grandfather." "Well, the crowd will start coming in here in about 15 minutes. I can't tell THAT story, in under two hours. How about I come over to your place, and maybe I'll tell your family the story as well." "The WHOLE family?" "Why not? Your husband sure won't be shocked. Not if he's been fucking your daughter and got her pregnant. Who knows, maybe it'll give them some ideas to try." "I think they have ENOUGH ideas already," said Janice, dryly. "Well, then maybe it'll give YOU some ideas. . . . What do you say?" "I say we'd better help that poor kid out, before those girls make him waste a gallon of sperm down his pants legs." "What if they object to our 'spoiling' their fun?" "They won't. Just watch." The two women got up; leaving a generous tip for all the "service" the boy had done, along with enough money to cover the bill. "Can we 'borrow' Billy here?" Asked Marsha. "What do you need him for?" asked Bobbie, the older and sexier of the two. Her black hair and ponytail framed a face that was stark white, in contrast. Both girls were dressed in short little skirts and white blouses that showed off their cute figures. The owner of "The Koffee Klatch" liked waitresses that were young and pretty, and didn't mind showing lots of leg. It was probably sexist and unfair, but it DID give the girls at the high-school a chance to get started in a job, so nobody objected. Particularly, none of the male customers of the coffee shop objected. "I've got a 'bone to pick' with this young man, and there's 'something we've got to get straight between us,'" replied the older woman with a smile. "It'll only take a few minutes." The two waitresses conferred for a second, then again it was Bobbie who replied. "OK," she said, "but only if we get to watch." Janice looked pointedly around the empty coffee shop. "Who's going to keep an eye out up front?" she asked. "We'll take turns," said Laverne.She may not have been quite as sexy as her taller companion, but her compact little body promised fun for whomever she picked for a bed-partner. (Male OR female.) "Me, Bobbie, and whoever's NOT busy with Billy. OK?" "OK," said four voices at once. Billy was NOT about to object. One of the reasons he had taken this underpaid job of busboy to the Koffee Klatch was just to be near the sexy waitresses, and hopefully be around when one of them either dumped, or was dumped by, her current boyfriend. For sure, it wasn't the pay. Now, it looked as though he might not only get laid by one of the restaurant's sexiest customers, but two of the sexy waitresses wanted to watch. If he played his cards right and didn't goof up, Billy figured he just MIGHT parlay this into getting into at least ONE of their cute little panties as well. Things were certainly looking up for the normally oversexed and underlaid teenager. Not for the first time, the youngster wished HE had a little sister to fuck, just like he had overheard one of the women talking about. Ah well. So they set it up. The two girls played "rock-paper-scissors," and Bobbie won; so Laverne took first watch, while the two older women and Bobbie took the boy into the kitchen and around the corner and started undressing him. "Are you going to suck him?" asked Bobbie. "No. He's MUCH too excited right now; and if I barely do more than touch him, he's going to squirt," replied Marsha, as the three worked to remove the last of the boy's clothing without touching his cum-dribbling prick, which looked ready to explode. Marsha was right. Hardly had she straddled the youngster when a thick white jet splattered up her leg. She was not caught unprepared, however. Grabbing the squirting member, the older woman managed to get it seated against her tight little hole, just as a second thick white squirt started to jet out. Only THIS squirt went right where it belonged, into the horny woman's hot baby-hole, as she sank down on the boy's prick, sheathing it inside her vagina with a gasp of pleasure. Two, three, then four more times, the horny boy squirted hot sticky cum in the woman's equally hot little hole, until he had completely drained himself into her. Billy had NOT managed to jack-off that morning and had resigned himself to a horny day of frustration, watching the sexy girls serve customers while ignoring the poor busboy as if he didn't exist. Now, he had spent himself in the welcoming belly of one of the prettiest women he had seen come into the coffee shop, while the two girls he had been ogling for months watched him do it, and didn't seem disgusted at the sight either. If he had died right then, Billy couldn't have felt his life would get any better than this. "Customers coming!" said Laverne, coming in just in time to see Billy's white-streaked penis emerge from the older woman's hairy crack. Bobbie took off to the front, while Janice bent over and cleaned up the cum-smeared prick of the teenager with her mouth, almost shocking him. He had NEVER expected that. By the time Bobbie returned, looking for another coffee pot, all four of them were once more fully dressed and looking respectable. Marsha stopped the older girl for a second, so she could ask both the waitresses a question. "You'll both take care of Billy tonight, won't you?" she asked worriedly. "I hate to leave the job half-done, like this." Both waitresses looked at each other calculatingly. They trusted each other, like you HAVE to, if you're going to be working together. Still... the busboy? On the other hand, Billy WAS cute, and hardworking, and he obviously had a crush on both of them. (Another reason that up to now, NEITHER of the girls had given him any opportunities.) First Laverne nodded, and then Bobbie did. "Don't worry, Mrs? ..." "Kettings; but you can call me Marsha, like all my friends do." "Don't worry, Marsha; Bobbie and I will take REAL good care of Billy tonight... Right, Bobby?" "Right," said the older girl, wriggling her hips at the boy and sticking her tongue out obscenely at him. "Real good care." Billy felt as if he'd died and gone to heaven, while the two women thanked the waitresses for helping. It wasn't until he was locking up that night, after mopping the floor, that Billy realized he was all alone. The girls had left, leaving him to lock up by himself... Ah well. It had been a nice dream. He carefully locked the door, set the alarm, and made his lonely way to his car, getting dark and gloomy in the far corner of the parking-lot where the owner insisted that his employees park, so the good spots were left for the paying customers. Still somewhat gloomy, Billy opened the driver's-side door and climbed in. The teenager wondered how the other woman's story had gone. The first one had been extremely hot. Few people realized that when the noise-level was low enough, you could hear private conversations clear across the restaurant (if you picked your spot right). That's why he had gotten so excited. It wasn't just seeing the woman with her finger up her dress. It was hearing them both discussing sex, and more importantly, the idea of having sex with HIM. Several times before something similar had happened (conversations of that type), but nobody had ever actually DONE anything about it until today. God, what a day. He would probably be out of a job by tomorrow, when the girls complained about his "harassing" them (no matter what had REALLY happened), but it would be worth it. Girls that pretty just did NOT "make out" with busboys or dishwashers. "Well, it HAD been a nice dream, while it lasted," Billy thought, as he slid behind the wheel. "Well! It sure took you long enough," said Laverne. "Bobbie and I have been sitting out here for HOURS!" (If you want to find out about the story Janice told, then read the story "Getting off Grandpa".)

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Tonto

"Say, you're the guy they call The Lone Ranger, aren't you?" "I've been known to use that name." "I thought so ... The mask, outfit, and Silver Bullets kind of gave it away." "So, if you already knew, why did you ask?" "Well ... I wasn't sure; because the guy they call The Lone Ranger always has a sidekick ... an Indian, I believe; and you're all alone." "You mean, Tonto?" "*That's* the moniker I was thinking of. So what happened to your `Faithful Indian Companion' anyway? Did he get shot or something?" "No ... He's just back on the Reservation where he belongs." "I thought he belonged with you." "So did I ... But his tribal leaders thought differently ... That he had a more pressing obligation at home." "Home? I didn't ever hear of Tonto having a home." "Neither did I, until we happened to be passing by one day, and Tonto stopped in to see his mother." "That must have been a shock." "Well, it sure was ... Both to me, finding out Tonto actually had a family; and to my sidekick when he found out he had a 10-year-old little sister." "So why was that a shock? Parents have kids all the time." "Yeah ... but his dad has been dead for over twelve years ... and guess what? Tonto left home about ten years and eight months ago." "You don't mean ...." "Yep ... Tonto knocked up his mom just before he left. I always wondered if the guy was a bit weird sexually; since he never seemed interested in chasing any of the girls, even Indian girls that we met. For a while I thought he might be queer; going around with just me; but since he never made a pass at me in all the years we were together, I stopped worrying. Still, I had my doubts about his sexuality ... couldn't help it. It seems he was just being `faithful' to his family." "So that's why the Tribal Elders are making him stay? I can see that they'd be a little pissed." "Not exactly. Tonto's tribe is a small one; and has some rather funny customs. It seems that a young boy is *expected* to take his father's place if the father dies ... and yes, in bed too. It seems my sidekick has been supporting his family by using his share of our silver mine to help them get by ... and I never even suspected. Not that I mind, mind you. I'm kind of tickled to see that the guy takes care of his family like that." "So what WAS the deal?" "Well ... How to put this ... It's been a LONG time since Tonto had any ... So, of course, he spent a night or two with his mother; and when I learned what the deal was, I encouraged the guy to spend a week or more there. So he did." "But you say he *stayed* there." "Uhuh. Now you have to realize that an Indian Wigwam is a rather small place; and ... uh ... Hard to hide things from a kid." "You don't mean ...." "Yeah ... his `little sister' saw him and their mother making love ... and before you know it, SHE had joined in." "So the tribal leaders got mad at *that*?" "No, not exactly. Remember I *told* you the tribe had some strange customs." "Stop teasing, and tell me what happened." "He knocked the kid up, of course." "Oh. So the Tribal Leaders ...." "... Made him marry the kid. That's why he's now stuck on the Reservation." "Oh." "Not only that, but his mother is pregnant again too. That boy must have had a *very* busy night." "So, he's stuck there now until the kids are born this time?" "Until they grow up ... And from the look of things, that'll be a long time; as he's sleeping in the same tent with both his mother *and* the `little sister' he fathered on her; so this time next year I fully expect a *second* set of little papooses to be stretching both his mother's tummy and his little sister's as well. You can see where *that* leaves me." "Yeah ... without a partner. I guess if he's porking his own mother and his sister/daughter, it's no wonder he never went looking for girls." "So, for now, Tonto is pretty much stuck in the middle of the Reservation, with the kid's he's producing?" "Yeah, but that's not really anything new to me; as I always did think the guy was stuck in the middle of one; if you see what I mean." "Oh God ... I can smell this one coming. You don't really mean ...." "Yeah. I always *did* have serious reservations about that Indian and his sexuality."

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Cousin Kim baby-sits

"But Momma!" I protested. "That's enough, Brian," snapped my mother. "Kim is coming over, and that's final." "But I don't NEED a baby-sitter," I grumbled to myself. I didn't grumble too loudly though, because once one of my parents decided something, it only made things worse to complain about it. My mother heard me anyway. "No, you don't," she said, surprising me. "But Lynn and Cathy do. And you're STILL not old enough to look after them, as well as yourself. Anyway, do you want to spend all of your time looking after your sisters, or do you want to have some time to yourself, while your father and I are out?" "Well..." My mother had a point. "Besides," she added, "I thought you LIKED your cousin Kim. Didn't you have fun the last time she was over?" My mother had me there. I blushed bright red at the thought of the "fun" we all had, at our older cousin's direction. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. In fact, Maybe Kim had some more ideas like last time. "I know," Momma interrupted my thoughts, "you don't want people to think you're really having 'fun' playing with girls, do you?" I hung my head, and twisted my foot in embarrassment, while Momma continued. "One of these days," she teased me, "you'll WANT to play with girls, once you find out how much fun they can be. You're almost old enough now." "Oh Mom!" I hung my head, and blushed even brighter, if possible. I thought about all the "fun" we had the last time Kim was over, and wondered if my mother suspected. I decided not, as I figured she would NEVER let Kim watch us kids, if she did know. By now, thinking about it, I had decided it might be worth putting up with Kim's bossy ways, if she had any ideas like she had last time. "Oh, OK," I grumbled; but my heart wasn't in it. The grumbling that is. My mother's reminders had me almost looking forward to the time Kim got there. My two sisters had finished washing up after dinner, and had caught the tail-end of our conversation. For sure Lynn and Cathy didn't mind having Kim "baby-sit" us. MUCH better in their opinion, than having their older brother (me) do it. Come to think of it, better for me, as well. For sure, neither of the two little girls would have gone along with the things we had done the last time Kim was over, if I had suggested them. Still, it wouldn't do to look too eager either. So, I listened, as Momma gave us last-minute instructions before our cousin arrived. "Now you all be sure to do what Kim tells you to," Momma instructed us. "Anything?" I asked, to clear up a point that had come up last time.Well, it turned out that I was right... And I was wrong. "Huh?" asked Lynn. "After last week, when you kids learned about how men and women were built, I decided that maybe it was time you all learned ALL about sex," explained Kim. "You DO want to?" she asked. For sure I didn't say no. Lynn and Cathy looked at each other, then gave a cautious nod. "Good!" said Kim. "So one of the main reasons for having sex is to make babies." My two little sisters' eyes got real big at this. "So, I figured I'd show you kids how babies were made, and you could 'practice' doing it, like Mommy and Daddy." "Really?" asked my 10-year-old little sister. "You mean we'll really make a baby, for real?" When she got excited, Lynn quite often used words over and over again, without realizing how redundant she sounded. "Well no," said Kim. We all sighed. I just KNEW it had been too good to be true. "I mean that you're almost old enough to do it 'for real', and should get some practice in, before it's too late, and Cathy is just old enough to start practicing. So you and Brian can 'practice making a baby' as much as you want to, without having to worry. Unlike me," she added. "Oh. How do we do it then?" Asked Lynn. Kim grinned, when she saw that she wasn't going to have any trouble persuading her younger cousins to have sex right in front of her. "Well first, you have to get naked," she explained. "Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt," I giggled. Kim giggled back at me. "Then, you start out by hugging and kissing." Cathy reached over and kissed her big sister. "No, HIM," said our cousin exasperatedly, pointing to me. "One at a time," she said, stopping things when it looked like I was going to be overwhelmed with little girls. "Lynn, you start first. You're the oldest." Cathy pouted, then sat back to watch. After all, Kim had implied that she would be next. I didn't care. I was almost overwhelmed anyway, as my arms were suddenly full of sexy, naked, squirming little girl, as my little 10-year-old sister came into my arms and gave me a kiss like she never had before. The feeling of her smooth skin next to mine, and her tiny titties rubbing against my bare chest, and my hands running down her bare back, and touching her smooth round little ass... It's a wonder I didn't squirt white sticky cum right down her sexy little leg. Thankfully, we were interrupted. "We'd better do this in the bedroom," instructed Kim. "That's where 'mommies and daddies' usually make babies, so you should probably practice in there. Besides, it's easier." "What do we do now?" asked Lynn, once we were in her bedroom, sitting on the bed. The little girl was unconsciously running her soft little hand up and down my engorged prick, as she jacked me off, without even noticing that she was doing it. You know damned well I didn't stop her though. Kim looked at the dripping prick in my little sister's hand, and decided she had better hurry things up, before they got "out of hand." <Giggle> "Lynn, you just lie on your back, in the middle of the bed," she instructed. "Cathy, you just watch this time, so you'll know what to do, when it's your turn." Obediently, my little sister squirmed over to the middle of the bed, while Cathy walked around to the foot, where she could get a good view. "Now lift up your knees, but keep your feet on the bed," instructed Kim. "Fine. Now spread your legs apart... Not that way! Move your feet apart too." I could see my little sister's wide-open crotch, even clearer than I had the previous week, when Kim had me "examine" the little girl thoroughly. Once she had my sister positioned, Kim turned to me. "Now get up there and 'do it'," she told me. "Don't go pretending that you don't know what to do." I blushed, but I "did it." Yes, I fucked my little sister. I crawled up between my little sister's legs, swabbed my dripping prick up and down in the little girl's crack, and pushed the head inside her. Lynn didn't say a word; her eyes just got bigger and bigger, as she felt my prick stretching her tight little cunny for the first time. It was only when the head of my prick pushed up against something inside her, that she said, "Oh! What are you..." before I lost it, and shoved my cock in HARD. Perhaps it was better that way. I sure hadn't intended to hurt my little sister, but the stimulation was too much. I was already squirting thick sticky ropes of incestuous sperm all over the inside of my little sister's vagina, as I hunched up, and split the little girl's virginity wide-open. I was barely aware of Lynn's loud, "OW!" and then quieter "Ow", then still quieter "ow"s as I wildly humped, trying to deposit as much of my sperm, as far up inside the little girl's body as I could. After about 4 or 5 big squirts, my urgency slowed, and I started to feel a little guilty. After all, I know you aren't really supposed to fuck your own sister, and besides, I hadn't figured on hurting her. "I'm sorry," I said. "It's OK," said Lynn; wrapping her legs around me, so I couldn't pull out. "You didn't tell me it was going to hurt," she accused our older cousin. "Only the first time," reassured Kim. "To tell you the truth, I had forgotten it hurt. It was so long ago, when I first did it." "Oh," said Lynn, now working against me, as the final drops of cum dribbled out of my prick, and into her tight little hole. My little sister's cunny kept squeezing on me; extracting the last sticky drops of cum into her welcoming body. "Thanks Big Brother," she said. SHE was thanking ME??!! "Thank YOU!" I responded heartily. It was about this time that my cock got too soft to remain inside Lynn's tight little hole. My cock slipped out with a slight "slurp", followed by a white sticky gob of ooze. I flopped over on my back alongside Lynn, and we both gave a sigh of relief. We had done it! For the first time, we had both had sex! I was no longer a virgin, and neither was my little sister. FINALLY! <Whew!> KIM was not finished, however. "See that white sticky-stuff, leaking out of your sister's crack?" she asked. Cathy just nodded. The little 8-year-old was almost overcome from watching her two older siblings "making love." "That's the stuff that makes babies," said Kim. "No shit!" I thought, but didn't say anything. "Here, scoop some up on your finger," said Kim, reaching between Lynn's legs, and demonstrating. Following our cousin's example, Cathy obediently scooped up a big gob of sticky white cum from the ooze bubbling out of her big sister's crack. "Now take it, and stick it up between your legs, so you can get pregnant too," instructed Kim, almost blowing me away. She didn't MEAN that, did she? "What about you?" asked Cathy, as she looked pointedly at the messy finger of our sexy older cousin. Still, that didn't keep her from following the older girl's instructions. I watched my little sister's cum-slippery finger vanish up in her tiny little slit. Oh shit! Was THAT ever sexy! "I REALLY shouldn't," said Kim, almost to herself, as she studied her dripping finger. "Still, my period was just last week..." I couldn't believe it. I watched as my 16-year-old cousin spread her hairy cunt-lips with one hand, while she slipped her middle finger that was loaded with a full helping of my baby-making sperm up inside herself with the other. By the time she finished, my prick was as hard as a rock, and aching just as if I hadn't just finished squirting one little sister full of sperm not 5 minutes before. Well, Kim sure knew how to "get a rise" out of a man. Cathy was the first one to notice my new erection. "Oh Goody," she exclaimed, "Can I do it now... Please?" I had REALLY wanted to "stick it to" my sexy older cousin, after that incredible "demonstration." I figured if she was going to use a finger to inseminate herself with, then I had a better tool for the job. Still, Cathy had asked first, and Kim hadn't. It wouldn't be fair to skip her. "It'll hurt," Kim reminded the little girl. "I don't care. Lynn liked it, and you like it too, don't you?" Cathy looked Kim squarely in the face, as she talked. At Kim's nod, she continued, "So I want to get fucked too!" We all gasped at the little girl's words. "What?" "How?" "Who told you?" "Well, it is, isn't it?" Cathy answered our questions with a question of her own. "Getting fucked? I'm not as ignorant as you guys think!" Obviously not. "Well, little sister," I said, "I guess if you want to get fucked, I guess you can get fucked." "You mean it?!" squealed Cathy. "You'll fuck me, and cum in me, and make a baby in me, and everything, just like you did to Lynn?" I snickered at the little 8-year-old girl's enthusiasm. "Well," I said, "I don't know about the 'make a baby' part. Even Lynn's too young yet, for that. But we can always try." I grinned at her. The very THOUGHT was making my prick ache with excitement. Cathy grinned back at me, as if she knew something I didn't. It wasn't until I was grunting and panting on top of her, almost ready to fill her unbelievably tight little crack full of sperm after taking her virginity, that the little girl decided to tell me. "You know what you said about Lynn being too young to have a baby?" she asked. "Ugh Huh?" I grunted, as I humped my little sister madly. I was getting close... SOOO close! "What about it?" I barely managed to croak."Well, Lynn's been having periods for over 6 months now, and her last one was just two weeks ago," said Cathy, now humping back at me, as the pain receded from her torn virginity. "Oh shit!" I had just started to squirt in the little girl when her words penetrated. The surprise was so much that it actually stopped me in the middle of my orgasm. I barely left one big squirt inside my little sister before I stopped. Oh God, Lynn might be pregnant, right now. Come to think of it, Kim might be too; for all her thinking she was fairly safe. I knew that girls her age, in the prime of their sexuality, were never really safe, as Dad had pointed out in his lecture about "the birds and the bees." Still, I had never expected that Lynn might be fertile too. After all, she didn't even have tits yet. Besides, most girls didn't even start having periods until they were 11 or 12 years old, at least. Who would have ever expected that a 10-year-old might have started already? Oh well, too late. Suddenly I was suspicious. "How did you find all this out?" I asked Cathy. Cathy grinned at me as she continued milking my swollen prick with her tight little slit. For only 8-years-old, the little girl was incredibly good. "Momma told me," she explained, as she worked even harder against me. "Oh." So that was it. I pushed up harder inside her, bringing another squeal from the little girl. I felt the first spurt of cum spit out of my prick and into my little sister's welcoming young womb as she continued, "when I had my first period, last week." It was too much. I was already cumming inside the little girl, and way too late to stop. Especially, as Cathy seemed to be doing everything a little girl could do to get pregnant by her own big brother. Besides, she already had several good squirts of my sperm inside her already. So I did it. I let my little 8-year-old sister have every drop of baby-making cum I had left in my body, as I actually tried to get the little girl pregnant. I might regret this later, but for the moment the thought of my little sister's tight little tummy being all swollen with our baby growing inside her was incredibly erotic. I love my little sister, even if she is sneaky. The feel of each thick glob of cum rippling its way through the tube on the bottom of my prick was incredibly good. This feeling would be followed by an even more exciting sensation, as each glob forced its way through the tip of my penis, before being forcefully injected into my sexy little sister's welcoming young belly. Three, four, then five good healthy squirts of incestuous cum I let my little sister have. Not as much as I gave Lynn, but definitely enough to get the job done. God, did it feel good to do that. Each jet of cum into my little sister would be welcomed by an answering ripple of her tight little snatch, as Cathy did her best to strip my prick of every drop of sperm I had in me. It wasn't until I felt Cathy's vagina milking on my shrinking prick, trying to extract semen that I no longer had, that I finally stopped. I knew that if it was possible for me to make a baby in my little sister, then I just had. After that, I was too tired to continue. Even though I knew my cousin Kim was as hot as a firecracker after watching me impregnate my two little sisters, I just couldn't get it up. Kim made me promise to fuck her too, the next time. The easiest promise I ever made. Kim no longer seemed to be afraid of getting pregnant, after watching me squirt baby-juice in both my little sisters, when we all knew they might get pregnant. I could hardly wait. It was about four hours later, that I woke up between my two sisters, where I had fallen asleep in their bed with them. We were still all naked, and lying on top of the fur-bedspread. I turned over, and snuggled up a little closer to Lynn. "Did you show them?" My father's voice made me realize what had woken me. "Take a look." The light grew slightly brighter, as the door opened a little wider, and I knew my parents were peeking in. I didn't move. My arm was wrapped around Lynn's body, and I knew it was obvious that we had been sexually involved, but I hoped that somehow I could pretend that we had just been sleeping, as long as I kept my eyes closed. "Wow. I see you did a good job. We'll have to give you a little extra for that." My mother's voice faded, and the light dimmed, as they carefully closed the door, without latching it. By now, I was fully awake. I wondered just what was going on here? I tiptoed to the door, and sneaked down to my parent's bedroom after them. "Does he know?" It was my father's voice. "Uhuh," Kim's voice was sure. "They all do. Once I got them started though, it was too late. So, like you figured, they didn't stop." "What about you, dear?" came my mother's voice. "I know it was a lot to ask of you, to take a chance with Brian, but we just couldn't figure any other way." My mother sounded worried. "Did you douche afterwards, or was it too late?" Kim's giggle was sweet and long. "He didn't," she explained afterward. "I didn't have to. He already gave both girls everything he had, so I had him promise to do me next time." "You don't have to now," replied Dad, "After this, we won't really need a 'baby-sitter' now that the kids have started. So, if you want to, we'll just wrap it up now, and I'll even throw in a bonus... Even if you don't get pregnant." "Oh, you don't understand, do you Uncle Bob?" said Kim. "Huh?" This from both of my parents. "After that incredible scene tonight, of watching your kid get his little 8 and 10 year old sisters pregnant, I'm so wound up with sexual heat I'm almost ready to strike! I was all set to let the kid really do it to me. I didn't even mind if he got me pregnant. Mind? Who am I kidding? I wanted the kid to knock me up. Then the twerp goes to sleep on me! I'd go home and get Daddy to do it, but Momma says that three kids by your own father is enough, and made me promise to not fuck Daddy any more unless I'm in the middle of my period, or using a rubber. So, I've been setting here seething, all evening, just waiting for you to get home. Please Uncle Bob? I won't charge any extra. Please? You can even knock me up, if you want to. You can keep the bonus. Please?" "Oh why don't you, Bob?" Said Mom. "She sure seems to need it." If you think I announced the fact that I was listening, you're nuts. I managed to find a place in the hall where I had a good view through the crack in the door, as Dad got undressed, and approached my cousin. If I ever would have wondered why Dad didn't fuck my little sisters himself, if he wanted them pregnant, I found out shortly. My father's cock was huge. He would have split Lynn wide open, let alone Cathy. Even my cousin Kim looked wide-eyed, as she saw the enormous member, but she didn't chicken out. "Oh my God, Uncle Bob. It's so big," was all she said, before straining and moaning as she worked to get the enormous cylinder into herself. Dad had a little over 2/3 of his cock inside her, when her eyes got even bigger "Oh no," panted Kim, "You can't!" "Yes he can," chortled my mother, "just watch!" Kim's mouth opened in a silent scream, as Dad pushed in harder. There was a straining moment, then the last 3 inches slid into my cousin. Her fuzzy pussy-lips were splayed out around the base, and you could see a slight bulge in her flat little tummy, each time Dad pushed up inside her. "See," said Mom, "Your uncle Bob has his cock all the way up inside you, and he's going to squirt his sperm right inside your womb, so you'll have a better chance of getting pregnant. Isn't that what you want?" "Oh my. Oh my. Oh my gosh!" squealed Kim, but that didn't stop her from pushing back. They both must have been near the edge. Suddenly Kim started panting madly, and I saw her cunny-lips turn white, then red, then white, and she grabbed a pillow to yell into. Daddy merely said "Oh shit!" and suddenly jammed his cock up inside my cousin as hard as he could. There was a straining moment for the two of them, and I knew my father was filling my sexy cousin's womb with squirt after squirt of thick sticky sperm. I was almost ready to cum myself, just from the excitement of watching my father impregnate my sexy cousin. I was a little sad that it wasn't me. But what the heck, I already had two little girls to fuck and get pregnant. Thinking of which, I was about to return to my sisters' bedroom, and do just that, when my mother's voice stopped me. "You kids can come in now," she said. Kids? I heard a giggle, and looked back. Sure enough, there was Lynn and Cathy; both of whom had obviously been watching Daddy inseminate our older cousin, with just as much interest as I had. It looked like this was going to be the start of something fun. For sure, I was never again going to complain when my parents invited Kim over to "baby-sit" us. Especially, if I ever got to "sit" a baby in her sexy little belly. Well, maybe she would let me, after my father did.

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Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/cuzn-kim.txt

Posing

"It's just for posing." Daddy looked hurt that I had refused. The trouble was, that's what Daddy always said, "It's just for posing." Look what happened to me. It all started when I was about 11 or 12. Momma got Daddy a camera for Christmas. Not just any camera, though. My mother had been running out of ideas of what to give Daddy for birthdays and Christmas, when my father expressed an interest in photography. As usual, when either Momma or Daddy buys the other one a present, Momma went overboard. She didn't just get a good camera; Momma had to get the best. Even at that, she goofed. Not being sophisticated, Momma assumed that when you bought a camera that expensive, you got a camera... ready to go. After looking over Daddy's shoulders for almost three weeks, while he drooled over this camera or that, Momma figured she knew which one Daddy liked (or at least, which ones were acceptable). So she ordered it, wrapped it, and placed it under the tree. (Yes, she ordered it. Cameras that expensive you don't buy over the counter; you order them from specialty shops.) When Daddy opened the plain brown box and found it contained the "dream machine" of camera buffs, he almost went wild with joy. For almost 10 minutes, Daddy spent fingering all the various features, loading it with film, and generally planning his first shot. Momma and I couldn't figure what was taking Daddy so long to get started. I mean, the tree and our family were excellent starting subjects. So why didn't Daddy just take some pictures and go on unwrapping presents. Still, Daddy kept fiddling, looking through the box and instructions, as he became more and more frantic about something. This wasn't like my father. Usually, he could figure most things out without spending a lot of time reading instruction manuals. Finally, Daddy seemed to give up. "Mel," he said (Momma's real name is Mellissa, but nobody ever calls her that, except Grandma), "Where's the lens?" Lens? Both Momma and I looked at Daddy, puzzled. "Isn't that it?" I said, pointing to the black circle in the front, showing that I was just as ignorant as my mother. "Oh shit," said Daddy. He then explained to both of us that cameras like this one had interchangeable lenses for different uses. Some for close-ups, and some for taking pictures of things far away. Since each photographer had different ideas about what the perfect combination of lenses were, they sold the "body" of the camera separate from the various lenses. On cheaper cameras, they usually included a general-purpose lens with the body, but on really expensive ones like this, they left it up to the buyer to decide which one he or she really wanted. After all, it didn't make sense to include a 500 to 1000 dollar lens that the buyer might never use. 500 to 1000, for a "cheap" lens? Wow! I wondered how much a "good" one cost. Almost half the price of the camera, I found out. Luckily, the camera store was open that Christmas (for returns, and sudden extra needs, just like ours). Also luckily, they had two lenses that would fit Daddy's new jewel. The others he had to order, just like Momma had ordered the camera itself. By the time we left the store (Paying in advance for the two lenses Daddy ordered), we were carrying bags, film, tripods, lights, and other accessories that made my parent's bank account poorer by over twice what Momma had paid for the camera body. Momma's lips were pinched and sour. She had wanted to get Daddy something expensive. This was far beyond what she had budgeted, however. Still, Momma never suggested that perhaps Daddy should settle for a cheaper combination of camera and lens. Momma loves Daddy. I don't really remember what I got for Christmas that year. The camera took up all our time. Daddy started with pictures of the tree, us, the cats, our Christmas dinner, me making a snowman, the house, etc., etc., etc. Daddy must have gone through five rolls of film that first day. You might think that my father would lose interest after a day or so of this. Nope. Mother did pick the right gift for Daddy. From then on, you never knew when you might be doing something, and there would be a bright flash as your likeness was captured forever on film. Daddy took pictures of me playing, the trees outside when it was frosty, the neighbors, and anything and everything. Momma put her foot down though, when he started to take a picture of her in her nightgown. Still, she didn't object when he had me "pose" in my summer sun-suit, or my bikini. As long as it was only "posing." About three months later, Daddy got his first award. We didn't even know Daddy was sending copies of his pictures off to various magazines, until they announced he had won. Daddy's first award was for a picture of the frost-covered trees that winter. It was beautiful. Strangely, that was the only award Daddy ever got for a nature-picture. He collected many awards over the next few years, but they were all for pictures of people. The second picture that won an award for Daddy was one of me. I never even knew he took it. It was a picture of a cute little girl (me) lying on a couch, sleeping. I looked so innocent, as back then my body was just beginning to develop. I was wearing a short little mini-skirt that was all the rage back then, but in my sleep the dress had crept up above my waist, exposing my panties. It was so cute. You could tell that I had no idea what a spectacle I made, with the tight little panties pulled up, so you could actually see the indentation made by my plump little cunny-lips. It was innocently sexy, without being lewd or obscene. I've got to say, that Daddy had great taste for posing. (He still does, for that matter.) Only I wasn't posing in that picture. (I hadn't gotten into that yet.) I was just a little girl sleeping, and Daddy caught the pose just right. After that award, Daddy started taking more pictures of me. Sometimes, he would "pose" me for the pictures, but at first he seemed to do better just catching me doing things naturally. Still, he improved all the time. The picture that really started things though, was the one of me licking a lollipop.This one Daddy did "pose" me for. We must have worked for over an hour before Daddy finally got the "pose" he wanted, with me sitting and licking a big sucker that was almost as big as my hand, while facing the camera, so you got just a hint of my panties up under the short little skirt I was wearing. When that picture got the big award and even got posted in the local newspaper, suddenly people started coming to see Daddy to have them take pictures of THEIR children. Within a month, Daddy had quit his job and was working as a professional photographer. It seemed that over half of Daddy's customers were men who wanted him to make THEIR little girls look as innocently sexy as I had. That old "pose" of a little girl with a lollipop got pretty worn-out in the next few months, though Daddy STILL gets an occasional request from somebody to "pose" his little girl like that. As I said, that was the start. After that first success, Daddy started trying new "poses" on me all the time. Momma wasn't too happy about some of them, especially the ones that showed a lot of bare skin and panties, but she never said anything. There was a slight glitch the first time Daddy took some nude pictures. (No, not of me.) A nudist couple (or nature-lovers) wanted Daddy to take a family photo, but of them nude. Daddy didn't mind; he just charged them a little extra because he took more time to "pose" them than normal. Never having worked with nude people before, it took Daddy a while to get the lighting and "pose" just right. Full-frontal nudity, with genitalia of everyone exposed, but not lewd or obscene, was quite a challenge. Still, Daddy managed, and that was the start of him being a nudist photographer. The couple liked the picture so well, of them and their little girl, that they recommended Daddy to all their friends. Well, one day the cops showed up at the door and arrested Daddy. It seems that some bluenose at the studio where Daddy had his film developed thought nude pictures of little girls were illegal, so she called the cops. It took almost a year before Daddy got all his equipment back, as the case was thrown out of court by a judge who said, "Anyone who thinks award-winning pictures of little girls were obscene, just because they were naked, has to be sick." Still, Daddy lost a lot of negatives and his equipment was fairly badly damaged, but the police never even gave him an apology. After that, Momma got Daddy an enlarger and photo-equipment for his birthday, and Daddy made a darkroom in the basement and did his own developing. After a while, Daddy got so good he preferred his own work to the labs anyway. The publicity he got for fighting the "nudist" case made Daddy quite popular among those people who preferred to go naked. So Daddy ended up going to a lot of nude gatherings, quite often taking me and Momma along. He was also taking a lot of nude pictures of me by this time. Daddy would quite often "pose" me for these pictures, and I appeared in quite a few publications like "Sun and Swim". I didn't mind, though. At first Momma was a little upset at her little girl's naked body being displayed in magazines all over the country. Daddy was almost as good at soothing Momma's worries though, as he was at posing me. Each time Momma got a little upset at a slightly more risque pose, Daddy would point out that it wasn't all that unusual, and he was able to back up his claims by showing pictures of other girls in even more extreme positions than the one that bothered Momma each time. Daddy must have had a lot of pictures of little naked girls, ranging from innocently nude all the way up to hard-core fucking. Of course, he never showed Momma any of the hard-core ones at first. He led Momma (and me) along a step at a time. Just nude at the start, without even my pussy showing. Then a hint of pussy. Next, the crack showing. A few days later, full frontal nude. Next, my leg lifted a little. As I said, one tiny step at a time. The progression was so smooth over several months that it was only when you compared the early pictures Daddy took to those several months later that you could see how far we had gone. There was something about my body that people seemed to like, at least those people who bought nudist magazines, anyway. Daddy had a secret that he kept for many years. The reason I looked so fresh and innocent, yet so arousing, was very simple: Daddy excited me before I "posed". At first, it was just things like tickling that got my body all heated and flushed with excitement. Then, when Momma complained about all the noise, Daddy got a little more subtle. He'd stroke my body with his big hands until I shivered with excitement. Then, when my nipples were sticking out, he'd "pose" me in various semi-erotic positions. Once he started taking nude pictures of me, Daddy would usually go naked himself, explaining to my mother that it would be "less embarrassing" to me if I knew he was naked too. I don't know about that, but knowing my father was taking sexy shots of my body while HE was naked sure did a lot to make me look even more aroused than before. Daddy pointed this out to Momma, and after a while, she stopped objecting, even when she saw Daddy sporting a huge erection. After all, this was even MORE exciting to me, knowing my own father was getting turned on by my naked body. At that time (about 6 to 9 months after Daddy first got the camera), I knew about as much as any other 12 or 13 year old, so I wasn't completely ignorant about sex. I knew where babies came from, and that my body was getting ripe, so it could make them. Once I started having periods, seeing Daddy naked aroused me even more. Still, you don't do sexy things with your own father, do you? Daddy did. About this time, the pictures he started making subtly changed. From sexy pictures of an innocent little girl, my "poses" became increasingly explicit. Daddy even started "feeling me up" to get me more aroused before "posing" me, sometimes with my own finger hovering near my little crack. The first time Momma caught Daddy with his finger in my slit, she almost had kittens. Still, Daddy talked her down as he explained that it was necessary to make me look properly aroused for the pictures he was taking. When Momma objected that he shouldn't be taking "that kind" of pictures of his own little girl, he showed her how most of our money was now coming in from him taking just "that kind" of pictures of me. Well, Momma still objected, but finally agreed that he could continue as long as I didn't get hurt, and the pictures didn't get much worse than what he had already taken. That was a mistake. Momma should have put her foot down and insisted that Daddy keep to the strictly nude pictures. By saying it was OK as long as he didn't get "much worse," Momma allowed Daddy to progress even further. The next day, Daddy had me "pose" with my finger up my crack, while spreading my legs. Since Momma wasn't there to object, I went along. It was only about a week before Momma saw Daddy "posing" me with my legs spread, and both hands groping between my legs. When Momma objected, he told her I was "just posing" and they could make a lot of money if I made it "look good", as if I was really masturbating. Momma looked suspiciously at my father, but finally agreed, as long as it was "just posing." That was the REAL start of my career in porn. From then on, whenever Momma caught me or Daddy doing something particularly outrageous, Daddy would explain that I was "just posing" and Momma would stop. From masturbation and rubbing my developing titties, it wasn't long until Daddy had me rubbing my crack with first a vibrator, and then later a dildo. Momma got red in the face when she saw me rub my little slit with a big rubber penis, but as long as Daddy assured her that I was "just posing" she didn't stop me. Of course, Daddy's "warm-up" exercises had progressed as well. From feeling me all over, Daddy had progressed to feeling me up, in both ass and cunt, until I was hot and flushed for the "poses." Daddy kept assuring Momma that it was "necessary" to get me excited, so that the people who looked at the pictures would believe I was really masturbating, not just "posing." Yeah, right. Daddy was just a horny old man who liked to feel his daughter up. Still, I didn't object either. I mean, if my own father and mother thought I was doing the right thing by helping Daddy, then it didn't bother me to "act" like I was getting off on it. After a few months, Daddy said he had some new clients who would pay well for a few slightly more explicit shots. Momma was a little suspicious of this, but agreed that maybe a LITTLE hint of real sex wouldn't be all that bad, as long as it was just posing. Still, she wanted to be sure it was just that: "posing" and not the real thing. So Daddy had Momma take the pictures this time. He set them up, and had Momma click the shutter when he said so. This way he was able to get into the picture, and Momma could be sure we were "just posing." Ha Ha! Some "posing." These pictures were the start of what was to become real hard-core porno. Since I was under 13, it would be considered "kiddie-porn" now, though at the time, such a category didn't exist. At first, it WAS just that: posing. Daddy would stand beside me, with a semi-erect prick right near my mouth.If you were a real pervert, you might imagine that I was about to suck Daddy off, but you needed a pretty good imagination. Later, we did similar shots with Daddy between my legs. It seems there were some funny rules at that time, where you could publish pictures of people in sexual positions, but couldn't actually show penetration or ejaculation. Daddy had to jack off a few times before we "posed" together, so he wouldn't have an erection that would get the pictures busted. The second time he did this, Daddy had a hard time getting off, until he reached over and began feeling me up while he did it. Momma looked daggers at Daddy, but didn't say anything, as it wasn't all that much more than he had been doing previously to warm me up. Daddy came in warm squirts all over my leg, and Momma had to wipe it up before we could continue "posing". It was the first time I actually saw my father's cum, but not the last. After about a month of these kinds of shots, where Daddy would "pose" with his prick next to my little cunny, ass, or mouth, the rules changed. Suddenly, because of a law change or possibly because Daddy had new customers for his pictures, penetration and ejaculation were no longer forbidden. Daddy worked it up slow though. If he had rushed in, Momma would probably have put her foot down, and the whole photo business with me would have probably ground to a halt. I'm sure that if Momma had known Daddy's eventual aim, she would have stopped him immediately and maybe even filed for divorce. Daddy knew that, and very carefully led us both along step by tiny step. The first of these steps was when Daddy came on me, as we prepared for yet another of those fake-fuck shots. When Momma was going to wipe up the white splatter on my leg, Daddy stopped her. "It looks more realistic this way," he told Momma, "as if we really were fucking. It makes the pose look more real, and I can probably get a lot more money for it." Well, what the heck. Momma figured that Daddy was already cumming on me almost every time, so what did it hurt if we took a picture of it? The next day, Daddy squirted his cum right on my belly, so it would look like he had just pulled out of me. Momma almost had a fit, worrying that he might accidentally get some inside me, but once she saw Daddy only had squirted on my tummy and a little on my legs, she relaxed. The next day, Daddy had me close my eyes, while he squirted cum on my cheek and down my chin. When Daddy posed next to me with my mouth open, it almost looked like I had sucked him off, and he had cum all over my face. Things went on like this for a while, until Momma stopped flinching each time Daddy squirted his cum near my pussy, ass, or mouth. In the meantime, Daddy had started having Momma take the pictures while he actually inserted the tip of his prick in me. No, not in my pussy. At least not at first, anyway. But Daddy had Momma shoot while he laid just the head of his cock on my lips or rested his prick on my asshole. As I said, step by little tiny step, Daddy worked towards his goal. I think by the time Daddy first squirted cum in my mouth, we all knew where it would end, but we couldn't seem to stop. The first time Daddy put the tip of his prick inside my vagina, Momma almost made him stop. But Daddy told her to, "Take it easy, it's just posing," and Momma stopped objecting. How Daddy ever kept from ramming his thick cock up inside me that day, I'll never know, but he just slid the head in and out while Momma obediently took picture after picture of her husband's cock going into their little girl. Daddy was already cumming when he suddenly pulled out and splashed thick white cum all over my belly, even running back down to my bare pussy. Momma hurriedly wiped me up, commenting that it was a good thing Daddy didn't "do it" inside me, as I wasn't on the pill. I didn't tell her that I could feel some of Daddy's warm seed dribbling out of my slippery slit, even as Momma was commenting on how lucky we were that he didn't get any in me. That picture made a LOT of money for Daddy, and I understand it got into over four porno mags before the year was out. After that time, Momma agreed that it would be OK for me and Daddy to "pose" like that, as long as he didn't ejaculate inside me. Well, as you can imagine, Daddy kept pushing the limits. It started with him fucking me in the ass, and then once he had cum all over my ass, he pushed his prick back inside me before Momma could object. Daddy pointed out that he couldn't get me pregnant by shooting up my ass, and it looked so much more sexy for people to know that my daddy's prick was leaking sperm in his little girl, as the cum all over my ass and his prick up inside me so clearly showed. Once again, Momma gave ground. Having set a precedent, the next day Daddy had me suck him off, and came in my mouth. He then had me show my mouth full of my father's sperm, dribbling down my chin, while I licked the last obscene drop off his prick. Momma took picture after picture of this, and never said a word. Two days later, Daddy slid his thick prick all the way up inside me and fucked me for real. My virginity was long gone, taken by Daddy's finger and dildoes and vibrators, but it was the first time I had a real man inside me. I came so hard, it's a wonder I didn't break Daddy's prick off. Momma took picture after picture as Daddy and I "posed" with his prick partly inside me, barely inside me, or buried in my tummy to the hilt. When he came, Daddy squirted a big mess of white sticky cum all over my tummy, and some of it even landed on my slit, as Daddy couldn't pull it away fast enough. Momma said some dirty words, but just wiped me up carefully to make sure none of Daddy's sperm got inside me. As long as it was just "posing", Momma never stopped anything after that. She only drew the line at Daddy squirting his sperm in my vagina. Fucking, sucking, ass-fucking were all just "poses" to be photographed. I had Daddy's sperm in my mouth, up my ass, and all over my body. Two days after the first time, Daddy "accidentally" squirted in me before he could pull out. Still, three good squirts went up on my tummy, and Daddy (again "accidentally") let the last squirt land right on my bare little cunny, thus hiding the fact that more semen was dribbling out of my snatch than Daddy squirted on the outside. When Momma gave him hell, Daddy just shrugged and said that "accidents" were bound to happen, and he couldn't guarantee that he would always be able to pull out in time, let alone be sure that none of his cum accidentally landed on my crack. Momma seethed a bit, but let it pass. The next time Daddy fucked me, he pulled out all right, but when he stopped squirting cum all over my ass (We were fucking doggie-style.), he slid his cock down and stuffed it back inside me. Momma almost had a fit! Daddy brushed it off, saying that he THOUGHT he had put his cock in my ass, where it was "safe", but not to worry, because he had squirted most of it on my ass anyway. Again Momma fumed, but didn't push it. About a week later, Daddy squirted cum all over my cunt, holding it open so he could squirt it right up inside me. He told Momma that it was needed for a "special client" and worth the risk. Besides, hadn't I just finished my period? As I said, pretty much anything went, except the final step, and even that one Daddy was treading pretty close. After the first few times, I found I LIKED getting fucked properly in the cunt, and actually helped Daddy sneak a few extra squirts of incestuous sperm in my womb, when Momma didn't suspect. Once, I tried getting Daddy to fuck me before bedtime, but Momma cut me off short. It was OK with her, as long as it was only "posing", but boy oh boy did she get mad if Daddy ever approached me outside the studio! I think this was just Momma's way of denying what was going on, that her husband was screwing the heck out of her little girl, and she wasn't doing anything to stop it. Well, Daddy made a lot of money with the pictures he made. In fact, some of them are STILL making money even years later. Eventually though, it wasn't enough. I was a little over thirteen when Daddy told Momma that someone was willing to pay a LOT of money for a real "cum shot" of a man fucking his own daughter. Since we were the most famous father/daughter sex-team, they had naturally approached him first. "It'll be only posing," I heard Daddy saying to Momma for the umpteenth time. "But what if she..." Momma wasn't convinced. "Don't worry," said Daddy, "I'll just make it LOOK like I cum in her. You know how good I am at posing shots so they look real." I shivered, as I listened. Daddy WAS good at posing. I always looked forward to "posing" with Daddy, and he rarely disappointed me, usually finding some excuse for us to "pose" together every day. In those days, I rarely posed alone. A few times Daddy had me pose with Momma, but she didn't like that too much. "Oh OK," Momma acquiesced, like she had so many times before. "As long as it's just posing, mind you. I don't want you getting our little girl pregnant." "I have to make it look real," reminded Daddy. Momma sighed. I guess she knew that somehow it would eventually come to this. "Do what you have to," she finally said, giving Daddy all the rope he needed. This time, when Momma grabbed the camera, she used the new movie camera.Over the past several months, we had been using it more and more, until Momma could finally handle it like an expert, and she was almost as good as Daddy was. We had made several movies before, but this was to be the start of one like never seen before. In those days, sound movies were too expensive for amateurs to make, so everything was silent. Momma panned across a blackboard that said "Daddy does his Daughter" before focusing on where Daddy was "working me up" like he usually did before we started. However, since the film couldn't be too long, we quickly moved to where Daddy had me facing the camera, while he slid his big prick up inside me from behind. That way, the camera had a good view of my father's prick sliding in and out of my hot little hole. Momma got a close-up of Daddy's cock stretching my little slit, before shifting a little higher so you could see my tummy swell each time Daddy pushed his cock up inside me. Momma then panned the camera up to my flushed, panting face, while I mouthed, "Oh Daddy, fuck me!" at the camera. Daddy then lifted my leg, so you could see the incestuous father/daughter coupling even better, while Momma hurriedly grabbed a few quick shots with the still-camera, before continuing with the movie camera. Daddy continued to "pose" me in as many obscene positions as he could, before yelling, "NOW!" to Momma. Momma took a quick shot of Daddy's strained face, as he mouthed, "I'm cumming!"; then shifted the camera to a close-up view of where Daddy's cock was sliding in and out of me. Daddy pulled his cock halfway out, so Momma could close in even tighter, just as a bulge rippled through the base of his cock. The grim look on Momma's face was precious, as she realized that her husband was actually cumming inside her little girl, but she knew better than to waste time trying to stop him, when this shot of a man trying to impregnate his own daughter might be priceless. One, two, then three big shots of incestuous sperm shot into my womb, as Daddy tried to force as much of his prick inside me as he could. Then Daddy pulled out; just long enough for Momma to catch a good shot of my father's thick cock squirting thick sticky sperm all over my teenaged crack, before shoving the still-squirting member back up inside me, and leaving it there. Momma managed to catch the two final bulges in the base of Daddy's cock on film; as he let the last bit of his seed flow into my welcoming young womb. Finally Daddy pulled out, and Momma got a good shot of my crotch leaking Daddy's sperm; while his white-streaked penis dripped proof that the man had really cum inside his little girl, and wasn't just faking it. Momma took one final shot of me kissing Daddy, before shutting off the camera. Once her job was done, Momma confronted Daddy. "You horny son-of-a-bitch," she said, "You were just TRYING to get our little girl pregnant, weren't you?" Daddy just grinned, and said, "It's just posing." "Just posing, my foot," stormed Momma. "Just look at her, dripping cum. Her period was just a little over two weeks ago, and she might be conceiving right now! I'd better get a rag, and wipe her up. Douching would probably just wash your sperm up inside her. Men!" Daddy stopped Momma from hurrying off to get a towel. "Wait," he said. "We'd better get some more shots of her first. We don't want to miss the opportunity of taking pictures of a fresh-fucked little girl." Momma opened her mouth to object, then suddenly seemed to change her mind. "Yeah," she said, "if Lisa's going to get pregnant, we want to have a record of it, don't we." For a moment, Daddy looked startled. Then he chuckled. "Right," he said. For the next half hour, Momma and Daddy posed me: Showing off my sperm-dripping vagina, in shot after shot. Then, when Daddy got hard again, Momma had him get on top of me, with my ass elevated on a pillow; so that when Daddy came in me this time, it would soak in. To tell the truth, I was shocked. I had really expected Momma to hit the roof when Daddy came in me; after all her earlier insistence that he be careful, so he wouldn't get me pregnant. Afterwards, I really expected Momma to insist I go on the pill; or at least use SOME kind of birth-control, but she didn't. I suppose you're wondering about Momma too. After all, this was quite a change from her previous stance. Was Momma mad? Wasn't she even annoyed? Or was she turned on by the whole thing? Well, years later I asked her. It seems that Momma just gave up, and decided to go along. Was she turned on? A little. Well, actually a lot. It's just that she didn't want to admit it, even to herself. So Momma raised weak little objections all along the way. Never enough to stop Daddy, but enough to soothe her conscience each time. Was she amused? A lot. Actually, Momma knew this was going to happen quite a while before this, and was trying to decide what to do about it, when Daddy forced her to decide fast. So she did. Since I wasn't objecting, and if she DID raise a stink it might have ended in a messy divorce, she decided "What the hell!" Even though some people might consider what her husband was doing abuse of the worst kind, she knew he really loved me, and would never dream of hurting his little girl. Also, if I HAD objected, he would have stopped. Since I didn't... Well, Momma figured I must have wanted it. Well, I did... A little. I just didn't know all that I was getting into. Still, I'm not sorry, and neither was Momma. Besides, Daddy had led us both step by tiny step up to this point. That last little step didn't seem so big any more to Momma. In fact from then on, Momma insisted that Daddy squirt his sperm right up inside my womb at least once a day. Even on the days we didn't have a photo session, Momma would have Daddy come in my room after I had gone to bed, and fuck me so I could go to sleep with my father's seed swimming in my womb. She no longer raised any objection to Daddy fucking me when we weren't "posing." She even insisted that if we were NOT posing, then Daddy had to cum in my vagina, so I would have at least a CHANCE of getting pregnant when he did. Since Daddy had pretty much the same ends in mind, you can imagine how often I got fucked. Not that I minded. I gave up on getting on the pill. I figured if both Daddy AND Momma wanted me to get pregnant, then I guess I would just go ahead and have a baby. So I did. It was about three months later, that I first missed my period. Momma and Daddy held a big celebration, in which I got fucked about 5 times, and even licked Momma out twice. From then on, it seemed that I "posed" more than ever. Pregnant 13-year-old little girls are rare, it seems. At least ones who fuck their fathers and let pictures be taken of them anyway. We made a bundle on that set of pictures. Yes, we. Since I was old enough to have a baby, Momma and Daddy figured I was old enough to make financial decisions on my own. So, from then on, all the money from our "posing" was split three ways. Daddy pointed out that I deserved a good part of it anyway, as the pictures were of me. Of course, having a third of the income, Momma insisted that I share a third of the expenses too. As I said, we made a LOT of money on that movie, and even more on the photo series that followed of my belly getting big. Not to mention those shots of Daddy fucking me when I was about 8-months gone. If you think pictures of a pregnant thirteen-year-old are sexy, then you should see the market there is for a FUCKING pregnant 13-year-old girl. Daddy had to be careful selling them, but we made a mint. When my daughter Mindy was born, it wasn't two weeks later that we were making a sequel to the first film, where Daddy gets his FOURTEEN year old daughter pregnant. Actually, Momma had me "posing" with my little girl before I even got out of the hospital. I remember one shot, where Momma took pictures of me nursing Mindy. She suggested I pinch my nipple, and squirt the milk into my daughter's mouth. Unfortunately, not all of it went in, and some landed on her face. Strangely, Momma found that very interesting, and took several shots of Mindy's little wrinkled face dripping in her mother's milk. This continued for a while, until we all decided we'd better stop. There was something about seeing my little girl with her father's sperm oozing out of her unfucked cunny, and knowing we wouldn't be able to stop later, if we didn't stop then. Not wanting Mindy to even accidentally get hurt, we all decided to limit the posing to just me. A few years later, I got too old to be in "kiddie-porn" anymore, and the regular porn business seemed too tame for all of us. So, after one last incredible sequence where I got pregnant for the fourth time, I retired. Daddy went back to his still fairly successful regular photography business, and we all lived on that, the money we invested from the earlier business, and the "residuals". Of course, I still did some private "posing" for Daddy... Like every night, at bedtime, and sometimes in the morning too. Momma would take pictures, but it was amazing how often she forgot to replace the film. <grin> So now you know why I was a little dubious about having my daughters "pose" for my father. I mean, Mindy's almost 12 now, and Carol just had her first period last week. Who knows what might happen, if Daddy gets carried away? On the other hand, what's the worst thing that could happen?Having a baby hadn't hurt me all that bad. Anyway, the two younger girls aren't old enough that we'd have to worry... yet. And when they do... well, we'd just have to see, wouldn't we? I had a sudden vision of a perfect "pose", where Carol is sliding up and down on Daddy's thick prick while her father squirts bolt after rich, creamy bolt of the same baby-making sperm that created her 12 years ago, in our little girl's fertile young womb. Then I had another "pose" appear in my mind, where Mindy was bending over, licking Daddy's cock that was sliding in and out of her little sister, lapping up the overflow of cum that leaked out of the little girl, while her enormously pregnant belly jiggled and swayed with each obscene lick. I thought about Daddy's lewd suggestion a little bit more. For the first time, I regretted that at least one of our children hadn't been a boy. There were poses you could do with children of the opposite sex, that just weren't possible with only girls. However, it was the thought of a third pose that did me in. Imagine this scene, if you will: "Girls, help Marla get ready. We want to make it look like your father has just gotten your little sister pregnant. Mindy, you hold the light right here, so when Daddy cums, the camera can see his sperm going right up inside Marla's vagina. Cindy, you suck on Daddy's cock, until he's ready to cum inside your little sister. Jean, you take the backup camera, and try to get a good shot from over there. Try to get a shot when Daddy cums. If we're lucky, maybe one of us will catch a shot of Daddy's cum actually squirting inside her. Cindy, make sure you don't block the shot. Is everybody ready? OK Cindy and Marla, GO!" Too bad Momma died last year; I can't ask her anymore. Oh well, I knew what Momma's answer would be anyway. "Well OK, I guess," I said with pretended reluctance, "as long as it's just posing.

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Not Really An Erotic Story

"Oh Sis, I'm..." "Don't cum in me, I could have a baby!" I looked down at where most of my son's cock had vanished up inside his 12-year-old little sister's tight little slit. From the jerking of the fat rod, I knew the boy wouldn't be able to hold out, so I knew that I'd better act fast, before it was too late. Hurriedly, I reached down and grabbed my son's hips, and pushed, as hard as I could! The last half-inch of my son's penis slid up inside his little sister. Diane's eyes widened in shock, as her big brother's cock stretched her uterus, and then popped inside her fertile young womb, as the 15-year-old boy began to cum. It was so exciting to watch my son impregnate his little sister. Spasm after spasm shook the boy's body, as he squirted gob after thick, sticky gob of his potent seed in his own little sister's unprotected young womb. "Ungh. Unnngghhh!" grunted Jason. "Oh God, I'm cumming in you! Oh Diane!" Diane whimpered a little, then suddenly seemed to decide to accept it. The little girl wrapped her arms and legs around her older brother, and pushed back. "Cum. Cum. Cum in me," she said. "C'mon big brother, knock your little sister up." I watched closely, to be sure my son did it right, and left every drop of his incestuous sperm in his little sister's tight little belly where it belonged. He did. It wasn't until both children had finished their orgasms, and his cock could no longer remain erect, that he pulled out of the little girl. I could see a thick white drop of sperm dripping off the end of the boy's penis as he withdrew, and shortly a matching drop started to ooze out of his sister's tight little crack. I knew my son had done it right, and had left a generous helping of his baby-making sperm in his little sister's cute little tummy. Hopefully, that same tummy would soon be swelling with her big brother's baby kicking inside. Well, if not, I'd see to it that Jason kept trying until it did. My wife was going to be so proud of our kids, when I told her. I thought about our other two children, and wondered how long it would be, before Billy was old enough to father a child on HIS little sister, Suzy. After thinking about this a bit, I brightened with a new thought. Maybe Billy and Suzy weren't old enough to MAKE a baby yet, but that didn't mean they weren't old enough to practice. This thought was so exciting, I just knew I had to tell my wife. Since the whole Idea of mating Jason and Diane, so that Karen's baby would have a playmate to grow up with, had been hers, I was fairly sure she'd go for it. I could hardly wait, until she got home. "The family that plays together, stays together."

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Pregnant! #1

"I feel like a beached whale!" she moaned, struggling to get comfortable in the bed. The hard lump in her belly decided to jump around and play, anytime she lay back, interrupting her rest. "I look like a beached whale, too!" "Nonsense." The man reached over and draped his arm across the disgruntled woman, giving her a sleepy hug. "You've never been more beautiful." "Oh, bullshit." She grabbed his pillow away from him, stuffing it under her belly as she rolled on her side. For a moment, that was comfortable. "If I'm so beautiful, how come you never look at me anymore?" "Look at you?" He opened a sleepy eye, peering over at her. "I look at you all the time. Your face is glowing, your hair is so luxurious, and your eyes, oh Honey, your eyes shine. And, of course, I love how pretty your breasts are. All big and swollen." He waggled his eyebrows lasciviously. "I have never seen you any lovelier. Being pregnant is a wonderful thing." "Hmmph!" He knew right away he'd said something wrong. "Then how come you've not touched me in a month?" she cried. "You don't find me attractive anymore!" "Oh yes I do!" He squirmed closer, nuzzling her neck. "I was just trying to be considerate. I didn't think you wanted to be touched. I mean, you didn't even want me to rub cocoa butter on your stomach anymore, so I thought...." "I didn't want you to rub cocoa butter on my stomach, because the smell bothered me," she answered. "I ALWAYS want you to touch me." Smiling, he rolled back the covers, revealing her swollen body. In one month, their child would be ready to leave, ready to join them in this world. He watched her stomach move as his son (He was just sure it was a son, though he wouldn't love a daughter any less.) kicked and punched his confining home. None of her night clothes fit anymore, so she wore an old flannel shirt of his, buttoned down only three buttons, her belly too big for the shirt to close around it. He reached up to unbutton the shirt, kissing the quivering mound that was her stomach. The shirt fell away, baring her beautiful breasts. Here again, her pregnancy had only improved on something already wonderful. The softness he loved so was now swollen heavy with milk, the nipples dark and extended, extra large. Long ago, he'd told her he would be the kind of husband who would want to share their child's breakfast... and now he fastened his lips over one of the swollen buds, thrilling at how her body jumped at his touch. His cock was hard as a rock, throbbing, and the dribble of milk that came into his mouth only excited him more. She was moaning now, her nipples hypersensitive, his sucking nearly sending her over the edge. But then, she had always had very sensitive nipples, and he had always loved playing with them like this. His mouth trailed down her belly; his tongue pressed flat against her skin. He was rewarded with a punch from the baby; obviously upset that Dad was interrupting his play time. His tongue dipped into the deep well that was her navel, already smelling the delightful muskiness of her sex. He let his fingers wander ahead of him, finding her pussy already wet and warm, just waiting for him. Well, he'd waste no time.... Two fingers slid deep into her, slipping easily in her juices. His tongue trailed down her belly, sliding down the slope to find her clit already hard and swollen. Tasting her was sheer heaven, having denied himself so long. And looking up, he could see her belly, looming over him. If he wasn't careful, he'd find himself shooting his cum across the bed, and not where he wanted it to go. "Oh, my little baby, you really where hot, weren't you?" He teased, feeling her pussy clutch at his fingers as her body quivered through an orgasm. If she had been wonderful to watch before, seeing her orgasm with her belly so full was magnificent! The way her breasts shook, the nipples blood red. Her stomach so heavy she couldn't arch her back, the baby disliking Mom's sudden movement, shifting her stomach in the opposite direction. "You are beautiful. You should be pregnant all the time." "No way," she managed, raising herself to her elbows. "YOU be pregnant. See how you like it." "I wish I could be," he replied wistfully, rubbing his hands across her belly. Her foot rubbed against the underside of his cock, a wicked smile on her face. "You ever gonna get around to using this, Daddy?" she asked. "Yes Ma'am." He folded the blankets up, sliding them under her hips, raising her off the bed. Now he could kneel on the bed; sliding his cock into her waiting pussy without pressing down on her stomach. Which he did, watching the lust in her face as he entered her. "This is the best," he said, his cock buried deep inside her; his hands free to roam her stomach, her breasts. Each stroke made her gasp; her breasts heaving, the walls of her pussy trying to pull his cock deeper inside. Crying out her name, he sent a load of cum up to her womb, to his son or daughter. What delightful torture, forcing himself to keep pumping in and out of her before he lost his erection. The feeling of her climaxing around his semi-erect cock almost sent him into unconsciousness. Together they lay on the bed, spent. She smiled softly. "I guess that does prove you love me," she murmured. "Good." He smiled back. Her belly lunged out at him. "And I love you too, sprout," he said, rubbing the hard lump. Laughing, they drifted off into sleep.

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A Little Knowledge

"Daddy?" The sixteen-year-old asking the question was a heart-stopper. She certainly almost stopped Dan's heart as she entered his bedroom while he was naked and almost ready to start masturbating, since his wife was out shopping and wouldn't be back for several hours. "Yes, Cyndi?" he started; then did a double-take as he took in what his daughter was wearing. Or, more correctly, what she wasn't wearing. The girl in a red bikini bra and lace panties that were almost see-through wasn't exactly hiding her charms. In fact, she looked far sexier than she would likely have done naked. The youthfulness of the child was just enhanced by the thin mesh that did almost nothing to hide the pert nipples underneath the two tiny triangles at the top; and the equally thin panties did even less to hide the furry young bush that didn't quite cover the teenager's pouting young slit, either. "Uh, Cyndi," Dan corrected himself, "I don't think you should be wearing that outfit in here ... especially while I'm naked." Dan tried to reach for the covers to hide his growing erection; then decided that would call more attention to his "problem" than merely covering it up with an arm and pretending such a thing as an erect penis just didn't belong to the father of a lovely teenaged girl. "What's the matter, Daddy? Don't you like it?" she asked; posing almost in front of her father's nose and twirling, arms outstretched just above his head so he got a whiff of pretty-girl, as well as quite an eyeful. The firm young breasts hardly covered at all by the lacy top, along with the furry nest hardly hidden by the soft mesh of the bikini-bottom, along with flaring womanly hips and soft belly just tended to emphasize the extreme fertility of the young woman. If anything, Cyndi was far sexier than most of the sexiest women in porn magazines and motion-pictures; and likelier to arouse a man than even she would be when two years older and "legal" to fuck while somebody was taking a picture of her to document the fact. That she was already "legal" to have sex with even then, was beside the point: They made rather stringent exceptions for fathers; and called it, "Incest." Dan was tongue-tied for a moment. He didn't want to lie to his daughter; he never had before; but how to say she shouldn't wear sexy outfits in front of a man unless she wanted to fuck him without practically inviting her to do just that; and how to request that she stop without implying that he didn't like what he saw? That last was the very problem, of course. Dan liked what he saw very much indeed. Cyndi noticed. "Oh Daddy," she gurgled; smiling broadly. "You *do* like me!" It was all Dan could do to keep the girl's reaching fingers from grabbing his now painfully hard prick; tucked down into his lap as it was. "Uh ... Cyndi?" he prompted; trying to change the subject back to something less dangerous. "What was it that you came in here to ask?" Cyndi pouted a bit at being distracted; but decided her original tack might be more productive after all. "Daddy?" she asked, "Is this true?" while waving a sheaf of papers past his nose. "Is *what* true, Hon?" Without a closer look, Dan couldn't tell what it was his nubile young daughter was waving. That it was a computer printout, was about the only obvious thing about it. "This stuff you read on the net." `Stuff *I* read?" Suddenly Dan was sweating. If his teenaged daughter got any idea of what Dan *really* spent most of his time reading on the net, especially in the alt.sex.stories.incest newsgroups .... "Uhuh," she confirmed. "Stuff like this:" Here Cyndi struck a pose; holding the paper out in front of her while arching her back so her bosom was almost in Dan's mouth while quoting from the paper. "There's nothing a young girl can do to prove how much she *really* loves her father, than to take his thick prick up inside her body, his cum-engorged member swelling and spurting hot sticky goo in her vagina, his virile and potent sperm squirting deep inside her womb where it belongs, and (hopefully) even his baby in her belly. There's also nothing a man can do to prove to the child how much he loves his little girl than by filling her tummy with thick gooey white squirts of his baby-making and incestuous seed while his daughter is ovulating and fertile. After all, *every* little girl needs *lots* of sex from her daddy; just like every man's ultimate fantasy, wish, dream, and often actual physical *need* is to feel his own nubile young daughter's tight little vagina convulsing and cramping around his prick; milking it for hot sticky sperm-laden semen while she's between periods, ovulating, and completely unprotected against the baby-making effects of her own father's potent and virile seed; just like it's the ultimate fantasy and thrill for any girl to feel the same thing; as her father doesn't just fuck her like any normally decent man might tend to daughter's sexual needs; but actually ejaculates inside the child and pumps his baby in his own sexy little girl's fertile young womb." After finishing, Cyndi paused then asked again, "Is that right, Daddy?" "Uh ... Cyndi," Dan sweated out the words. "That's just a *story*. It isn't meant to be taken seriously or as advice." "Oh Daddy ... I *know* that!" Cyndi disgustedly disparaged his reply, while Dan heaved a silent sigh of relief. "What I mean is," she explained, "Is it right for *you*?" "Huh? Me?" "I mean, is that what YOU want to do?" she asked; then expounded: "Do you want to ...." Here Cyndi looked close at the offending paper; reading from further down, "Put your big babymaker up in my tight little slit and pump my belly full of incestuous baby-goo, like every little girl needs to feel at least once from her father?" Finishing the quote, Cyndi stood waiting; dangerously, and not too patiently. This time Dan was *quite* visibly sweating as he tried to answer truthfully without making Cyndi feel obligated to have sex with him ... in fact, hopefully to send the teenager back to her room, curiosity satisfied, but with nothing haven taken place between them except for her already having seen him naked. "Of course I *want* to," he explained; trying to hurry the entire answer before something drastic happened. "It's just that a ... man isn't ... supposed ... to ...." Dan's voice trailed off as with an enormous grin his sexy young daughter started stripping off first the flimsy bra, and then the frilly panties. Then, reaching between them, the girl grabbed her father's now cum-dripping penis with one hand and shuffled closer. The only words Cyndi had heard in the whole response from her father, were the three important ones: "I want to." Anything else where Dan was trying to beg-off was inconsequential and irrelevant. "Hurry up, Daddy," she groaned; swabbing the leaking prick in her own leaking twat; the flower opening up and with a gulping sensation taking the whole head and glans of her father's penis inside her vagina. "Uh ... Honey ... We shouldn't really ...." Dan couldn't help but push back as the head of his dick met sudden unexpected resistance. "Why ... Ow ... Not so hard, Daddy ... Shouldn't we?" "Because, your mother might ... Ugh! Sorry, Hon." "Ow. It's OK, Daddy. Just go a little slower." By this time half of Dan's prick was inside his little girl; and he didn't know how he was going to extract it once Cyndi understood why they really shouldn't be fucking like this. Otherwise, it was likely to remain inside the girl until it *couldn't* remain in her any longer when it wilted after he'd blown his wad in the kid. Only .... "Mom said it's MY body, and *I* get to decide who I want to fuck," defended Cyndi; now sinking even lower on her father's lap so that almost the entire thing was inside her. "I want to feel you fucking and cumming in me," she directed. Barely all the way inside the girl, and Dan was about to blow his wad in the kid ... especially with such a statement as that. "I'd better pull out," he groaned; suddenly painfully aware that there wasn't a condom in the house, or even nearer than the "convenience store" close to a mile and a half away ... if there. Perhaps all the way into town. Oh God. He hated to extract his dick from inside such an obviously willing girl ... even (or especially) if the girl was his own teenaged (and fertile!) daughter. Almost involuntarily his arm came around the girl; pulling Cyndi close so her belly was rubbing against his and his face was nuzzling his little girl's neck; the sweet smell of his sexy daughter's hair arousing him even more as his aroused dong swelled even bigger inside the teenager. The feel of her bare skin against his, her body squirming in his lap, her firm young breasts poking into his chest, and her hot breath panting in his ear as she absorbed inch after thick incestuous inch of her father's prick, was almost as erotic, hot, sexy, and mind-blowing as feeling her tight and virginal tunnel sliding down his leaking and cum-filled dong.The incredible sensation of mating with his own daughter was about to make Dan cum in the girl the second he felt the tight ring of her vagina against the base of his prick... if he could even hold out that long against her sucking and eager young body. "Oh Daddy. Don't be silly," reproved Cyndi, sinking lower on his lap and not letting her father escape. "The guys in the stories don't pull out while fucking *their* daughters, do they?" "Well, no, but...." Dan felt caught in a trap. In a few seconds, he was going to cum in the girl if he didn't hurry up and get out. Dan could feel the familiar tingle in his groin signaling an imminent eruption. "But the guys in the stories *want* to knock up their kids," he explained weakly. "You mean you don't *want* to get me pregnant?" asked Cyndi, pulling back and looking Dan in the eye with his prick buried to the hilt inside her body, milking her father's prick for its potent baby-making seed, and just *daring* her horny father to deny the fact that he wanted to put his baby in her belly. "I thought you did." "Well, no... I mean yes... I... Oh God!" Unable to stop, Dan felt first one thick surge of hot sticky semen spit out of his prick and into his sexy daughter's waiting fertility, to be followed almost immediately by a second thick white surge, then a third, a much weaker fourth; and finally his prick was wilting, just oozing sticky white cum out of the now limp member as it slid out of the girl. It felt like he was flushing pints of hot sticky goo into his daughter's belly, though likely it was only a couple teaspoons at most. Feeling her father jerking inside her and thrusting heavily, made Cyndi aware of what was likely happening inside her. While she couldn't really *feel* the hot sticky squirts of incestuous seed the man was ejaculating in her belly, the description she'd read in the stories matched the way her father was acting. "Are you cumming in me?" she asked, wanting to confirm her deduction. "Uh... huh... Huh," verified Dan, panting heavily as the last thin squirt of incestuous seed spat out of his prick and into his nubile young daughter's waiting fertility. "I just did," he confirmed. "Ooh... Thanks, Daddy." Cyndi worked against her father to milk the last sticky drops of seed into her belly before the wilting member slipped out. She was thanking him? In a way, that was almost as mind-blowing to the older man as the fact of having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with his own daughter was itself. That Cyndi not only didn't mind having sex with her own father, but seemed to actually *welcome* the hot sticky spurts of his potent and virile seed inside her body while ovulating and fertile.... Dan just couldn't think clearly about that. It was too much. "Thank you," he echoed weakly, involuntarily moving so that his now wilted prick slipped out, allowing a flood of sticky semen to escape and make a rather slimy and gooey mess of their crotches. Dan was too blown away from the incredible sex to even wipe up right away before dripping on the floor. What his wife would think when she found cum on the carpet... Well, he *did* often jack off. That excuse would have to do. Why would she even suspect he'd been mating with their little girl unless one of them told her? As even his daughter's attempt to keep his prick inside her failed, Dan looked his daughter over, seeking but not finding any sign that the girl was disgusted, sorry, or abused by having full unprotected sex with her father. Instead and to the contrary, Cyndi looked rather proud of taking her father's dong inside her body, his seed inside her vagina, and his sperm inside her womb, just like the story she had been quoting. Streaks of red and pink in the smeary mess he'd made of Cyndi's crotch gave good evidence that Dan had not only *fucked* his little girl good and proper, but had taken her virginity (Here he'd *thought* that would have been gone *years* earlier) and ejaculated probably several teaspoons of his semen into the girl's waiting fertility. It was Cyndi herself who brought this very point up. "Is that your baby-stuff?" she asked, looking interestedly at the sticky ooze seeping from her ravaged cunny-hole and soaking into her pubic hair. Dan could only nod at first. The experience of fucking his own sexy young daughter and then dumping his wad in the kid's tight little baby-tube was thrilling, wonderful, exasperating, scary... and tiring. "Uhuh," he nodded, looking almost frightened at the curdled mess of his daughter's sloppy vagina. If this sort of thing was going to happen again, and Dan was pretty sure it was, both from Cyndi's actions and reactions to getting fucked, along with his own feelings about it, Dan knew with certainty he wouldn't be able to resist porking his daughter again if she came over again and made it plain she wanted him to... like Cyndi had just finished doing. In that case Dan *really* needed to get some kind of birth-control for the girl, probably condoms, as his wife would wonder why Cyndi needed to get on the pill. "Oooh!" Cyndi looked with even more interest at the slippery goo still seeping out of her body. "Does that mean I'm pregnant now, Daddy?" Dan almost laughed at his daughter's naivete. "No, Honey," he corrected. "Oh, it's *possible*," he explained, "just not very likely." "Why not?" complained Cyndi. "I did it just like the book said... This *is* the second week of my period. In about another two weeks I'm due again. Wasn't that right?" Dan's hair almost stood on end. "You *want* to get pregnant?" he asked. "What would your mother say?" "Well, yes, I mean no, I mean, you said you want to get me pregnant, just like the stories all say any *real* father does, who really loves his little girls; so of course I want to have your baby. After all, if you want another kid, why not?" She stopped her father's objection by adding, "And, as far as Mother goes, she's told me *many* times, who I have sex with, and whose baby I carry in my tummy is *my* business, not anybody else's; so there!" Dan privately wondered what his wife was going to say to this particular logic when Cyndi's belly began to swell. Still, there was Cyndi's other unanswered question. "Just doing it at the right time of month isn't enough," he explained. It seemed that a *little* knowledge could be a dangerous thing. "Most girls have to `do it' several hundred times before they get lucky." "Several *hundred*?" Cyndi's eyes bugged a bit at this. "Sometimes more; sometimes less," he agreed. For several minutes Cyndi sat there while Dan grabbed a tissue-holder from beside the bed and attempted to wipe up the mess in his daughter's crotch. Then: Then with a sigh of resignation: "Well... OK, I guess," she decided. "I'm still a little sore right now; but they say it doesn't hurt the second time; and it's supposed to get better each time." "It does," reassured Dan. "So we'd better get started." This time it was Dan's turn to look startled. "I figure we can do it about 20 times before Mother gets home in a couple hours," clarified Cyndi, explaining her logic and mathematics, where she took into account the fact that it took about fifteen to twenty seconds for Dan to cum inside her for the first time, and allowing a bit extra for each fuck. "After dinner," she continued, "we should be able to fuck about fifty times before bedtime; and the same thing before and after breakfast; so by tomorrow at about this time we should be done and I'll be pregnant with your baby... my own little brother or sister like I should be right now." Cyndi sighed, looked down at her flat (and unpregnant) little belly with disappointment, before adding, "Damn. I didn't think it would take all *that* long just to get pregnant; or I might not have even started." "Daddy?" "Daddy?" "Daddy, why are you looking at me like that?

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/a-little.txt

Getting little sister pregnant

"But I CAN'T have sex with my own brother!" Marcia's objection sounded reasonable enough... unless you knew that the four of us were stark-naked and had been "fooling around" with each other for over two hours. Both Marcia and I had sucked both guys off twice in that time, never bothering to even care if the guy's prick squirting thick white baby-juice against our tonsils was our sibling's or our boyfriend's. The four of us have been getting into and out of trouble together for longer than I can remember. Once we reached puberty, though, things had rapidly progressed from just kisses and hugs to our present involvement, where nothing was off-base except doing "the real thing," and Mike and I were working to remove that last barrier. Marcia always was the naive one of the group, though, and I figured it was up to me to get the little girl ALL the way into what Mike and I had started about a week ago, when it was too snowy to leave the house. Only I planned on a little "surprise" for Marcia that she didn't expect. For once, my cute little cousin would be FIRST in doing something, instead of me. Only she just didn't know it yet. Even Dan was in on it, though it had taken the threat of watching me and Mike "get it on," while he only got to watch, to bring him around. Still, I had only sucked him off twice since then, telling him he wasn't fucking ME until he did it "properly" with his little sister. "Why not?" asked Dan. "Mike and Sherry do!" Marcia didn't even bother to look at us to see if we agreed with her brother. I guess she knew the ring of truth when she heard it. Besides, it sounded just like something we WOULD do (and had too). Abandoning THAT line of defense, our little cousin blurted out the thing that really bothered her: "But what if I get pregnant?" she almost wailed, seeming to be more worried about NOT being able to have sex with her big brother, like I was, than at the prospect of having his baby in her belly. "I mean I just CAN'T get pregnant by my own brother, can I? Mom and Dad would just KILL me." Here Marcia looked hopefully at Mike and me, as if we might have a solution for her problem, since WE seemed to not be bothered by the prospect of an impeding swollen belly with Mike's baby kicking and squirming inside me. We did. "Here," I said, holding out the box of a dozen condoms that Mike and I had spent the day preparing. (We had spoiled three of them, but both agreed it looked like we had been using them ourselves that way.) "Use these. I'll put one on Dan, while you lie back and get ready, OK?" "Are you SURE it's OK?" whimpered Marcia, obediently lying back and spreading her legs. "Mom would just KILL me if she found out I let my own brother get me pregnant." Even Dan shivered a little, but we had already discussed this. If (when) Marcia showed up with her big brother's baby in her tummy, Mike was going to say it was him who "got her in trouble"... just like Dan would do if Mike and I slipped up (fat chance). "See," I said, rolling the latex sleeve down my boyfriend's swollen prick, "these new condoms are so tough you could drive a nail through them, and they wouldn't split." The very reason we had chosen THEM over the more "sensitive" latex kind. Mike and I had spent the afternoon yesterday using a leather-punch to punch a tiny circular hole in the tip of each one, before sealing it back in the foil with a heated wire. The tiny hole was almost invisible, but when we tried them, the holes matched up almost perfectly with the piss-slit on Mike's (or in this case Dan's) prick. When Dan ejaculated his seed in his little sister's belly, almost every drop would squirt right THROUGH the condom and into the girl's vagina where it belonged. "See," I said, holding Dan's prick up so my fingertip hid the end (not that the tiny hole would be visible, unless you were looking for it), "now you don't have to worry about a thing." Yeah, right... except what size dress she was going to wear in about six months or so. <Giggle.> It wasn't until Dan actually slid his condom-covered prick home in my cousin's belly, though, that I knew we were home free. By the time Dan has used up the eight or nine specially prepared condoms, it would be all over except the cry of the baby, and the celebration after my cousin gives birth to her own niece or nephew. Sure enough, when Dan pulled out, after shuddering and groaning on top of his sister for several minutes, very little sperm was trapped inside. Almost every drop of the boy's potent seed was planted firmly inside his little sister's cute belly where it belonged. Afterwards, Mike and I put on a show of him fucking me, with NO condom stealing any of his sperm from getting inside me. "Oh my God," croaked Marcia, once she saw my big brother's bare prick sliding up inside me. "You're going to get pregnant if you don't watch out." "That's the idea," I groaned, as my orgasm overtook me. I might know about the diaphragm tucked away neatly in my vagina, where my cousins couldn't see it, but that didn't mean the idea wasn't as erotic to me as it obviously was to them, by the sudden resurrection of Dan's prick and the highly erect nipples on Marcia's titties. "That's the idea," agreed Mike, as my brother jammed his thick prick to the root in my belly, before sending flood after flood of incestuous cum squirting inside me. We could tell that both of our cousins were fascinated by the sight of his sperm leaking out of what THEY thought was my unprotected sex. Before Mike even finished cumming in me, Dan and Marcia were one big nasty themselves, as my boyfriend jammed his now bare prick to the root in his little sister's belly. "God, I can't wait to see Sherry's tummy get big," groaned Marcia, as her big brother's movements became erratic, and he began filling the little girl's womb with incestuous seed... this time without even a holey condom to get in the way of his sperm wriggling its way up inside her, looking for an egg to fertilize. "Well, it'll probably be a pretty long wait," I giggled, as I snuggled up to Mike, while his thick prick slowly wilted inside me. The feel of my own brother's lusty seed inside my vagina was SO comforting. "I've at least got a diaphragm in my vagina, unlike some girls I know who fuck their brothers bareback, and don't even check their condoms for holes when they do use them." "Um," said Marcia... smiling at me MUCH too pleasantly for a girl who's just had a fast one pulled on her. "Have you checked YOUR diaphragm for holes lately?" she asked sweetly. "I did mine." Oh shit.

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/preg-sis.txt

Conversations V

"Come in here, girls. I want to ask you a question." "Yes, Momma." "Get your dad in here too. I want him to hear this." "Yes, Momma." "What is it that you wanted, Momma?" "Well... What do you kids think of the idea of having a little brother or sister?" "Wow!" "You're going to have a baby?" "No, I'm NOT pregnant... and I don't plan on it either." "Then why...?" "We just want to know what you girls think of the idea of having a little brother or sister." "You're not thinking of ADOPTING, are you?" "No! This is going nowhere fast." "Girls, just answer your mother's question." "Uh... I always LIKED the idea of having more brothers and sisters. Especially a little brother." "Uhuh. Sometimes only having sisters can be a pain." "With kids, you get what you get. Chances are really good you'd all get more sisters, OK?" "Then I wouldn't be the littlest anymore!" <Snicker.> <Giggle.> "It's not funny." "I suppose. Would you WANT to have a little sister?" "Uhuh. Can I? Can I? Can I? Please, Mom?" "Me too. It was FUN when my sisters were little." "So you kids want to have little brothers or sisters?" "Yeah!" "You'll have to take care of them, you know. I don't have the time." "I don't mind. I LIKE babysitting." "So do I!" "Me too!" "I said it first!" "Kids, KIDS! Ease up a little." "Yes, Daddy." "So, you all want kids, huh?" "Please, Momma?" "Uhuh." "Well, OK. Go ahead. I guess your father was right." "Huh?" "I said, go ahead. Have as many brothers or sisters as you kids want to." "Huh?" "Well, you sure don't expect ME to do it for you?" "But Mom!" "How are we supposed to get brothers and sisters, if you don't get pregnant again?" "I'm sure your father would be willing to help out. It's for sure *I* am not going through nine months of pregnancy and six hours of labor, just to supply you girls with brothers and sisters, when you're fully capable of doing the job yourselves." "Uh... You don't mean...." "I sure do. You kids know where babies come from. You've all had sex-education, you're NOT on the pill, and I had your grandfather come over last month when each of you was between periods and fuck you, and cum in you, so that each of you would know what it was like to have a man ejaculate his sperm in your wombs while you were fertile, and get you pregnant." "But we didn't GET pregnant." "Yeah, Momma. Why not?" "... uncle's trick." "Huh?" "I said, a trick that my uncle taught me, when we first started fooling around, and he was afraid of what his big sister would say if her little girl showed up with a big belly by her horny little brother. Back in THOSE days, they didn't have the pill... Not that MY parents would put me on it, anyway." "Trick?" "It doesn't always work." "Trick? What did Grampa do?" "We lowered his sperm-count by having him take HOT baths every day for a month before he came over. That was the price I put on letting Dad fuck you girls. Sperm in a man's testicles needs to be cool to form. That's why a man's balls hang low when it's hot, and pull up to the body when cold. They need fairly constant temperature, that's slightly lower than body temperature. By the time my father came over to see the first of you girls, his sperm-count was almost but not quite unmeasurable. Still, there WAS enough sperm in there to get each of you pregnant by your grandfather, IF you were lucky. So he didn't cheat you girls, either. It only takes ONE to make a baby, you know. Besides, it might not have had anything to do with it. Girls don't ALWAYS get pregnant, even when having complete and unprotected intercourse during their most fertile times. Sometimes it takes MONTHS of trying to get pregnant. On the other hand, it might, and you might." "Oh." "Does it always work?" "I don't know. It worked for me and your great-uncle for about 7 months, before we almost got caught, and had to cool it. Whatever. I wouldn't trust it as a regular method of birth-control, especially now; but it sure did beat going bareback back then. Besides, condoms stink." "Oh. So how are we supposed to have our own brothers and sisters?" "Think about it, girls... If you're going to have babies, and the babies are going to be your own brothers and sisters, you'll need somebody VERY closely related to you to help out. I'm sure that if you think about it, you'll father an idea of who the father of your kids will have to be, and who will father them on you. If you can't figure it out, I'm sure your dad would be willing to assist you. At least, since he's the one who really wants a big family, he'd BETTER." "Ohmigawd! You mean DADDY?" "She said the secret word. Give the little lady a cigar!" "But I can't have my own father's babies!" "And why NOT? I thought you kids were supposed to know all about sex, especially after that VERY thorough lesson in how to make babies that I had your grandfather give each of you last month." "You mean, he... I... we...?" "Yes, each day (if you agree) your father will sleep with one of you girls. That is, on the nights he's not sleeping with ME (of course). So... Like I asked before... Do you kids REALLY want to have some brothers and sisters? It's up to you." <DEAD silence.>

Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/convrsn5.txt

Playing "Mommy and Daddy"

"But Mike, I wanna play!" The petulant pout of the little 10-year-old was only slightly annoying to her big brother. He was bored too. "OK," he sighed, "but none of those kid games." Mike looked over from the book he had about given up on and looked at his kid-sister. The little brunette had brightened immediately at his offer and looked ready to smother the older boy with hugs. "So ... What do you wanna play?" he asked, hoping for something bearable like checkers or some decent board game ... NOT "Monotony" though. That would be worse than the dumb book he was about to toss. "I wanna play 'House.'" "Oh, Geeze, not that," groaned Mike, thinking of hours spent pretending to cook, clean, and have "lunch" with the little girl making a big fuss about setting out dishes on the play-table. He was about to object when Cindy added, "You be the daddy, and I'll be the mommy." Suddenly Mike had an idea. The 15-year-old had heard before of other kids who did things like "playing Doctor" with their sisters ... and even jokes about playing "Mommy and Daddy" together. But that's all they were ... jokes. Still, he figured it might be worth a try, even as just another joke. The prick in his pants didn't think it was a joke though. "Uh ... OK," he suddenly found himself agreeing, mouth dry with apprehension. What if Cindy told Mom or Dad? Still, she never usually mentioned what they did at play. Parents usually never bothered asking, as long as the kids didn't break things or start fighting. What Mike had in mind wasn't fighting. Licking his lips, it took three tries before the older boy could bring himself to say, "I'll be the daddy, and you be the mommy ...." Cindy looked at him like, "Duh!" Of COURSE she would be the mommy. How idiotic was he, or did he think SHE was? "... And we'll play 'Mommy and Daddy make a baby,'" he choked out, amazed that he actually said such a thing to his own little sister and fully expecting the kid to run screaming to their parents about the, "Nasty thing Mike asked me to do!" Of course, he PLANNED on saying it was only a joke ... fully expecting to be punished anyway, as you don't play jokes like that on your own little sister. He knew Cindy was as fully aware of how babies were made as he was ... Maybe even more-so, as their parents had made a point of telling the little girl everything a few months earlier. Only instead of running screaming for Mom, Cindy just looked brightly up at her big brother, eyes dancing with glee as she said, "OK!" Mike couldn't believe his luck. Here he thought he was going to remain a virgin until he was an old man at 18 ... or even 20 even! That his little sister might let him ... No, he couldn't be that lucky. Still, he decided to see just how far the little kid would let him go. CHAPTER: 2 At the least, he might get to see his little sister naked, like he hadn't since the girl had been a toddler. And if she really meant ... Mike's mind just couldn't work that far ahead. "We'd better go into your room," he told the youngster. At Cindy's questioning look, he explained, "If we're going to get undressed, we should do it on the bed ... and my room's quite a mess right now." 'Not to mention that Mom or Dad could look right in there ... which they can't, in Cindy's room,' he thought to himself. While their parents weren't likely to bother them when playing, locking the door to his room or even just shutting the door would just invite questions. Cindy seemed to accept that explanation, while heading down the hall to her room. "But you've got to get undressed TOO," she insisted, "if we're going to play, 'Mommy and Daddy'." Mike suddenly turned white as their mother passed by the hall entrance, giving both kids a smile. It was all he could do to keep from collapsing in relief as the older woman continued on towards the kitchen without stopping. Obviously (Thank goodness!) their mother hadn't heard that last remark from his little sister, or he would have been nursing a sore bottom and a mouthful of bar soap for weeks. Or possibly even worse. The grin he had gotten from their mother was just the normal kind they got when she saw the two kids playing peacefully together, without getting into the fights that sometimes erupted between even the friendliest of siblings. Mike loved his little sister ... but sometimes the kid could be SUCH a pest. Cindy was already stripping when Mike finally managed to stagger the rest of the way down the hall. "Well?" she asked, looking at the older boy expectantly. Mike flushed at the implied annoyance, but wasn't about to explain that he had been worried that their mother might catch them. If he did, he was certain the little girl would decide to tell Mom anyway. He carefully "bumped" into the door, so it swung almost but not completely closed. No point in taking more chances than necessary. "Uh ... Cindy?" he asked, nervously removing his shirt and then shoes. (No point in getting COMPLETELY naked until he was sure.) "Are you sure you want to do this?" Cindy looked at her big brother as if he was dumb. Of COURSE she wanted to do this. Playing "Mommy and Daddy" was sure going to be a LOT less boring than staring at the walls in the living-room. By now Mike was down to his shorts, while Cindy was stark naked and waiting. "Uh ... You remember what Mom said about men touching you 'down there'," her brother reminded her. Now that the moment was almost there, Mike found himself almost trying to beg-off! Cindy snorted, looking pointedly at her big brother's middle, where his prick was making a big dent in his shorts. "Mom said it was OK, if *I* wanted to," she replied. "Why? Don't you? I thought this was YOUR idea." Mike couldn't believe his luck. His little sister seemed to WANT to ... He couldn't be that lucky. But he was."Oh," groaned Mike, as he felt the first thin trickle of cum squirt through the tip of his penis and into the welcoming belly of his little sister. "Here it comes, Cindy. Daddy's making a baby in you, just like Mommy. You want to be a mommy, don't you?" "Uh ... huh." Cindy tried squeezing her brother's prick for the semen she knew was in there. "Please," she whimpered. Suddenly the little girl felt her brother jab his prick in harshly, as it expanded then shrank; expanded then shrank, and finally jerked one last time emphatically. Cindy knew her big brother was doing his job as "Daddy" in trying to make her a mommy, just like her mother was. Mike, in the meantime, was too engrossed in the incredible sensation of actually ejaculating his cum inside a girl for the first time. Losing his virginity to his own little sister was something he would remember fondly for the rest of his life. One, two, then three big gobs of incestuous cum rippled through the base of his prick and into the welcoming young belly of his own little sister. With each thick spurt inside her, Cindy seemed to not only accept her brother's potent offering, but to work against him to get even more of the boy's sperm inside her tight little baby-hole where she so obviously wanted it. It was only AFTER Mike had completely spent himself in the child, with the last of his semen oozing from his prick and into his sister's tight little cunny, that his brain re-awoke and he realized what he had done. Oh shit. Cindy, he knew, had already been having periods for several months ... That's why the little girl had gotten "that talk" from their mother. Shit, again. "Uh, Cindy?" he asked; now that his prick was finally wilting inside the child's belly; almost swimming in the juice of the heavy ejaculations he had put inside her. "Hmmm?" Purred his sister. "When was your last period?" A bloody FINE time to be asking. "Mmm ... I dunno ... About a week or two ago, I guess. Why?" Cindy continued trying to squeeze a last drop or two of her brother's cum out of his wilting prick and into her tight little hole where it belonged. "Oh God. Cindy ... I might have gotten you pregnant!" he moaned. "Huh?" she asked. "Wasn't that the idea of playing 'Mommy and Daddy make a baby'? I thought you were SUPPOSED to get me pregnant. I mean, how ELSE am I going to be a mommy and have a baby, unless you do?" Mike just stared at his little sister for a while. Finally, "You mean you WANT me to get you pregnant?" he asked. "Uhuh. Didn't I just SAY so?" "Oh." Mike thought about this, while his prick wilted even more, and finally slid out of his little sister with a slurp. "Hadn't you better go into the bathroom and clean up?" he asked. "Heck, No," she replied; reaching behind and pulling a pillow to put under her butt. "I'm going to lie here and let it soak in. Mom says that's the best way to catch." Mike shook his head at his little sister's idea. He didn't dare argue, or (worse yet) go get their mother to stop the kid from letting his sperm soak into her womb. All he could do now was hope that either it wasn't the right time of month ... or that for some other reason the kid wouldn't catch. Even newlyweds trying every night sometimes took years before the woman got pregnant. Hopefully his little sister wouldn't either. "Mike?" came Cindy's quiet request, as he prepared to leave. "Huh?" "Could we do this again sometime? I really liked it. You play 'Daddy' real good, you know." Mike KNEW he should say no. However, his prick was reviving, even as he thought that. Besides, the kid already had his sperm inside her tummy ... so what would it hurt if she got a little more? Yes, his little head was once again thinking for the big one. "Well ...." Mike thought about it. Then: "I suppose, if you want to," he temporized. "After Mom and Dad go to sleep, you could come down to my room, and we could play some more." THERE. If their parents caught HIM in his little sister's room, there wouldn't be any arguing out of it. But if the little kid came down to HIS room, there could be all kinds of "innocent" explanations. At least he wouldn't be accused of raping the little girl. Mike was already having wet-dreams in the daytime about what he and a cute little horny kid like his little sister could do, sleeping together all night long in the same bed. About an hour later, when their mother called the two kids to eat, Mike thought he had actually gotten away with it. Cindy hadn't said a word; and their parents hadn't asked what they had been doing. Only ... when Cindy passed him in the hall on the way to lunch, Mike almost fell over. The odor of SEX from the child was almost overpowering. The smell of hot little girl, combined with the unmistakable odor of slightly stale cum from a boy was incredibly intense ... and he didn't DARE say a word! Jittering, Mike finally decided to stay close to Cindy ... and just HOPE their parents would ass-u-me that the smell was just him. Neither his mom or dad had ever raised the slightest objection to either kid masturbating. Thankfully, even though their mom leaned over Cindy a couple of times while serving lunch, nothing was said. Once again, Mike was sweating; but figured he might have gotten away with it. Only .... "Cindy?" asked their mother. "Yes Mom?" "Did you have fun playing with your brother this afternoon?" "Uhuh! We played Mommy and Daddy!" For a second Mike figured he was dead ... then remembered that "house" and "Mommy and Daddy" were two similar games ... and supposedly not involving sex. Only this time their father continued, "So did you two kids have a good time together?" "Uhuh," piped Cindy, before Mike could open his to redirect the conversation. "Mike plays Daddy REAL good." At their parents' grins, the little girl happily continued, "Mikey's 'thing' feels *real* good sliding up in my baby-hole. It's almost as big as Uncle Jeffy's baby-maker, and Mike squirts almost as much baby-juice in my tummy as Daddy does!"

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Collections/SirSnuffHorrid/FrankMcCoy/momydady.txt

Population Control

"So, kid, how'd you like your first day?" It was the end of a long day at the PC center, and the guys were kicking back with a brew or two and, of course, shop talk. The new kid was no kid but a hardened vet being rewarded with a transfer to PC. "Man, I never saw so much blood, and the dozer just plain flattens the ones we don't kill clean - thank God for the ear muffs. But we're stuck here all the time, so what do you guys do for fun, drink, watch TV, or what?" "Hell, you mean nobody told you anything about this place? Off-hours is when we really enjoy it here. When we're working, all we get to do is herd, shoot, and dozer. On our own time, we can get creative and take our time with these bitches. Just grab any that suit your fancy and haul them to an empty rec room and have a ball, team up with other guys if you want. Every damn one is just one less for the killing floors." "How come all we get is women and girls, anyway? Where are all the men?" "Mostly killed when we moved in, and the rest sent to the slave camps to be worked to death. Same with the boys. Little kids go directly down the chute to the grinder - tell their mamas they're going for check-ups and will be back in a couple of days. Course, by then, Mama's dead too." "So what do you guys do with them in the rec rooms, anyway, rape or what?" "Rape is just for warmup, kid. We've got our choice of cunts from five to older than dirt, ugly as sin to model beautiful, flat to stacked, just about anything you could want. Some of the best get culled out for the brass, but even those greedy bastards can't hog all the lookers. We seem to each find what turns us on, and if anybody else likes the same shit, we often share. You'd be surprised what works for some of these guys. See these two assholes sitting next to me? Turns out they both have cocks about the size of a garden hose and only a bit shorter. Know what turns them on? One plugs into her asshole, and when he gets close, the other one hooks out an eyeball and really skull-fucks the poor slut. Of course, the first couple of thrusts into her brain kill her, but you ought to see them go crazy when the first push goes in. I mean, the broads just go nuts for about thirty seconds, and all you can do is hang on - that ass will buck and jump like you never saw before. First time I tried it, bout ripped my dick off. Can't do the skull-fuck though, just too big to fit in the hole." "Jeez, you guys play rough. What else do you do for fun?" "Anything we want, as long as we clean up the mess and don't blow up or burn down the joint. Oh, and never, ever let one escape, man - you do not want to ever let one get away. Want to open one up so you can reach in and feel your dick move in her cunt - go for it. The range has posts and frames so we can practice our marksmanship and try different loads and shots or even weapons. Ever wanted to stick an arrow into a good-looking bellybutton? I killed one last week with a paintball gun loaded with marbles, took my time, and about a million marbles. I think she had a good time, but the stuck-up slut wouldn't let me know for sure. One other thing, you didn't make it to the break area between the killing floors today, did you? Well, there's an unmarked door that goes to what we call the quickie room. There's always a few girls in there, just in case you need a little quick relief. Already tied and spread, all you have to do is walk up and stick it in or, in my case, stick it in and walk up. Use them as needed, but if you kill one, it's good manners to replace her, and don't hog the girls 'cause it's for quick reliefs and not for serious playtime. Everyone sets up a fresh one from time to time, and we always try to leave good ones for the night shift, and they do the same for us. I just left one of those tall, skinny ones with big boobs set up for them, got her hanging from her tits and ankles with the holes at just the right height for walk-up service." "Where do we go to get fresh ones, and what do we have to do to get them, and after what do we do with the leftovers?" "Just go down to the intake cells and pick one out, and the duty guard will give her to you, no paperwork or nothin'. Each rec room has a dump hatch at the back that drops onto a conveyor to the grinders and a hose to flush with. Once a day, some thrall cleans each room and restocks them." "Man, I wish I'd known about that room today. I mean, I got really hot and bothered watching all those sluts go down under my fire. I've killed a bunch before, but this is different, all of them naked and trying to run and hide as we shot them. I finally started to kneecap 'em or gut-shoot just so I could watch the faces as the dozer came for them. I think about half of the last hundred were still alive as they went into the grinder. God, it was great. When I got off duty, I was so stiff I could hardly walk and had to hit the head and take myself in hand. Now you bastards tell me there were warm pussies handy - thanks for nothin', assholes." "All in good fun, my man, all in good clean fun. Tell you what, I'll take you down to intake, introduce you around, and help you pick out a good one. I'll even show you the ropes and all the goodies in the rec rooms and what to do with her."

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Black Falcon

Sigo

"You look like a pretty tough dude. We could use your services." "Oh? What kind of services?" asked Lance. "We want you to take care of some people for us. You see, there's this new gang out on the street called The Instigators. They're trying to run us out, we need your help to slow them down a bit," the two men said, looking slightly nervous. "What do ya say, will you help us?" "Why should I?" "Cause we will pay you 10,000 dollars for every Instigator you kill," they said. "Now that's different!" exclaimed Lance. "Give me 20,000 right now and I'll help you." "10,000 now, plus 10,000 for every kill." "15,000 now, and 15,000 for every kill," retorted Lance. "Very well, you have a deal. Here's our location." One of the two men handed Lance a folded piece of paper and then they departed rapidly. Lance smiled and looked forward to his new venture. He got back into his car and opened the small piece of paper the two men gave him. It was a tiny map, and he decided to drive there instead of beaming. Lance powered up his car's systems and headed to the map location. He arrived soon; it was on the outskirts of town, a rich suburb. Just before he pulled up to the building, Lance cloaked and did a sensor sweep. Many booby-traps and trip wires surrounded the area, as well as sentry cannons. The sensors also picked up hidden reconnaissance buoys. Lance tapped into the highly compressed signal being sent by one of the buoys and put it up on his HVID. It was an omnidirectional feed separated into four different angles so it could observe everything around it. He also noticed a marker code at the bottom of each feed indicating the signal's source. It was very sophisticated. After completing his sensor sweeps, Lance parked about 100 meters away, then beamed from his car directly to the inside of the structure. At once, he was accosted by an armed guard. "You got 5 seconds before I blow you away," he said. But then the two men Lance talked to earlier appeared from behind a tinted glass door. "It's okay, he's with us." The guard lowered his weapon and let Lance pass. "Smart move, buddy," Lance said and patted the guard on the shoulder. Lance followed the two men into an adjacent hallway, through an open door, and into an office. The place was well-furnished and high-tech. Money comes easy in the drug trade. "Please, have a seat." Lance made himself comfortable on a plush sofa, and one of the two men handed him a portfolio. "Inside you'll find information on who we want eliminated. Each successful hit pays 15,000 as we agreed upon in the restaurant." "Sounds easy enough. How do you want the jobs done? Clean? Messy? Disappearing act?" "We'll leave that up to you. However, there might be some special cases, such as the girlfriend of one of our enemies. In that situation, we will want her to be tortured, and pictures sent to her boyfriend as a warning." "Awesome, dude, I can't wait to get started!" said Lance. "Good. Report back to us on occasion and pick up new assignments." "Very well. I'll get started right away with, let's see," Lance opened the folder and pulled out a picture, "Sigo." "Ah yes, good old Sigo, I won't miss him a bit," one of the two men said with a smile. "But why not just take them out yourselves?" Lance asked. "Politics, man. It's all about politics...it won't look good if we take 'em out ourselves, so we hire outsiders to handle the dirty work. You understand." "Sure, man, I'm down with that. In fact, I'll go take care of this Sigo right now." "Excellent. Enjoy!" the two men waved as Lance beamed himself directly to his car, which was waiting outside. Lance studied Sigo's file. He had a wife and one female child and lived about 10 kilometers away. He was apparently the boss of a drug production plant for the Instigators. Lance entered the location into the navcom and made his way to Sigo's private mansion. Traveling at high velocity, Lance arrived in minutes, parked, and jumped out of his car. He walked up to the main gate, which was at least 7 meters high and protected by a laser field and razor wire. Two large men guarded the entrance, one in front of the gate and one behind it. Lance just walked right up to the guard and asked to see Sigo. "Ha ha ha...you can't just walk in from the street and see the boss. You gotta make an appointment," the guard said, laughing. Lance pulled out his Mega' Blaster and shoved it into the guard's belly with his finger on the trigger. "Let me in or I fill your stomach with lead." "You don't understand, man, I can't let you in. They'll kill me!" the frightened guard said. Lance noticed the other guard running toward Sigo's house, so he stuck the nozzle of his gun through the bars of the gate and fired the grappling hook on his gun. It impaled the running man through the back, severing his spinal cord and aorta, and he died within seconds. Lance retracted the strontium-corded grappling hook, then turned the gun back on the remaining guard, who was too scared to speak. He pistol-whipped the fool and, when he was down on the ground and helpless, Lance stabbed him to death. Then, using brute strength, Lance kicked open the main gate and walked in. Automated cannons at once began firing, but the bullets were deflected by his personal force field. Several guards ran toward him, so Lance shot them to death with his Mega' Blaster, and the XT/F-40 explosive-tipped rounds shredded them like pork rinds. Even more guards appeared from nowhere, so Lance blasted them to pieces as well. He finally reached the front door and kicked it down with ease. Sure enough, there was Sigo, fucking his wife on the couch. An alarm was sounding, but he was apparently so overconfident that his guards would stop any intruder that he had decided not to heed it. Lance smiled and pointed his gun at Sigo. "No, please, I'll pay twice what they are giving you! We were just trying to expand our territory, you know, expand on the business," Sigo was an obese, ugly man, and his cock had grown limp. His wife stood naked and trembled with fear. "Save it, fat man. I was hired to do a job, and I'm about to do it. Then afterward, I'm gonna do your wife." "No, please don't hurt Jessica!" "I'm gonna hurt her good. Real good," Lance spoke. He then suddenly opened fire on Sigo, blasting his portly body to bits. Pieces of fat flew out, and he dropped dead on the floor while his wife watched in horror. "NO!! Sigo!" she screamed as Lance laughed. He walked up to her and grabbed the bitch's hair. "Time for fun," Lance said as he roughly threw her down. He then fucked her with the barrel of his Mega' Blaster. Afterward, Lance quickly undressed and began raping young Jessica on the same couch Sigo was fucking her just minutes before. He slammed in and out of the stupid bitch and choked her with his big, powerful hands. She thrashed about and screamed as his giant member split her like a coconut. During his brutal rape, Lance alternated slapping and back-fisting her until her face was bloody and bruised. She just moaned in pain, her pussy shredded. Lance finally blew a wad up the bitch's cunt and pulled out just in time to dribble the leftover cum onto her beaten face. Lance re-dressed using his utility necklace and stood up. The quivering woman lay before him, beaten and raped. He grabbed his Mega' Blaster and walked out of the house. He then turned around and fired a hypergrenade at the mansion, and in a blinding flash, the whole thing went up in a fireball. The flames engulfed Lance, but his shield protected him, and he just walked away. Lance jumped in his car and drove off, but suddenly the proximity sensor detected someone approaching. Lance recognized the person as Sigo's daughter, and she came running when she saw the house was completely destroyed. He stepped out of the car and grabbed the stupid bitch, who had fallen to her knees and was in tears. "There, there, pretty young girl, it's okay. Lance is here, and I'm gonna take good care of you." He placed his hand on her shoulder and attempted to comfort the sixteen-year-old. She resisted, so Lance grabbed the back of her neck and threw the bitch against the side of his car, knocking her senseless. He picked the young thing up and dumped her into his car, then drove away. Lance headed back to the dudes that hired him and planned to deliver Sigo's daughter as a prize. He arrived shortly and beamed himself, along with his meat, right into the office he had been in earlier. The two cartel members who had hired him were there and were quite pleased when Lance presented the young girl. "Hey, thanks, and good work. Here's 15,000 dollars." They handed Lance the money, which he put in his trench coat. Afterward, they placed the girl in chains and dragged her off to be tortured for information about the rival gang. Lance was invited to watch and did so eagerly. Several hours later, after brutal, inhuman torture, Sigo's daughter was finally released.She knew nothing about the rival gang's activities and was tortured just for the hell of it. The young girl was then placed in a holding cell. Lance got a big kick out of it all and went back to his car after setting up another hit. He was about to drive off when two unmarked police cars boxed him in. "Man, what's this crap?" he thought as several detectives got out and approached his vehicle. They tapped on his window. Lance wanted to have some fun, so he got out. "Are you Lance Mace?" one of the suits asked him. "Depends on who's asking," he replied. "You think you're funny? 'Cause I'm not laughing," said another of the officers. "Yeah, I'm Lance Mace, and hey, I don't want no trouble," Lance spoke. "I'm afraid you'll have to come with us. We'd like to ask you a few questions." "Questions about what?" "We'll discuss that downtown." "No, I want to know what this is about," said Lance, becoming agitated. "Sir, you are coming with us down to the station." Lance knew full well that he could easily defeat the wimpy cops, but he decided it might be fun and allowed himself to be placed in the back of one of their cars. "What about my vehicle?" asked Lance. "It will be towed to the impound," one of the officers said. But once they were out of sight of his car, Lance used a mental command to activate the cloaking shields. Along the way to the station house, Lance talked to the agents. "So, am I under arrest?" "No, we just need to ask you some questions." "Are you going to tell me what this is about, or do I have to guess?" "Everything will be explained once we get to the station." "Very well," Lance said with a sigh. About 10 minutes later, they reached the police headquarters for this district, and the four officers entered along with Lance. They made their way up a winding flight of stairs and through a vestibule. Lance looked around for female officers and noticed quite a few sitting at desks and talking on phones. He also saw a mainframe computer terminal. Lance planned on hacking into it after his business with the cops was complete. After Lance glanced around the place, they entered an interrogation room. "Before we get started, Lance, is there anything you'd like to drink?" "Your blood, maybe..." Lance said under his breath. "What's that?" "I said, how about a ginger ale." "Okay, no problem." One of the cops left and three remained. He returned a few minutes later with an ice-cold ginger ale. Lance sipped some of the drink. "Well, fellows, what's this all about?" Two cops left, and two stayed. They sat down across from Lance. "We are performing a murder investigation. It seems someone decided to torch Sigo's house today and kidnap his daughter. You and your car were observed fleeing from the scene." "Is that right? Well, yeah, I was in the area when it happened. His house just exploded; I was attempting to get away from the flying detritus. Are you saying you think I'm involved in this terrible act?" "Well, are you?" one of the officers said. "No. Why would I be? I don't even know the guy." "Excuse us for a minute." The two cops left, then re-entered about fifteen minutes later. Apparently, it was some sort of intimidation tactic, but it didn't work on the stone-cold Lance. "We have a video surveillance tape that shows you near Sigo's house carrying a large-caliber weapon, and we recovered shell casings from the crime scene. Witnesses recall hearing a gun being fired and you fleeing from the scene. We know you killed him and his wife, and we know you know where his daughter is. What happens next is up to you. You can tell us what happened and save the trouble of going over the crime scene again, or you can go the hard way and let us take what we have to the district attorney." "Well, what choice do I have then? I guess I'll have to spill my guts and tell you what happened. But before I do, I want a female officer in here. I won't confess without a woman cop present." "Why?" "Do you want me to confess or not? Bring in a female cop, or I don't talk." "Okay, fine. Jim, go get Adreanne." About a minute later, a female police officer entered the room and sat down with Lance and the other detective. "Before we begin, I'd like to see this so-called surveillance video you claim to have." "Okay, have it your way, Lance." Bob left and brought in a small TV. He played the tape, and to Lance's surprise, it was from one of the surveillance systems used by the drug cartel that hired him. "Where did you get this?" Lance asked. "Anonymous tip. It was sent to us right after the explosion was detected." "Is that right?" said Lance. He now knew that the cartel had set him up. Lance killed Sigo, and now they were trying to pin everything on him. Revenge is in order. But not just yet. First, Lance had to continue to amuse these cops, these simpletons. "Okay, here's what happened." Lance thought for a moment and decided to just make something up. "I was cruising around when I saw this fat dude crossing the street with his wife and daughter. I was speeding and rapidly approached them. They walked even slower in defiance, and I had to swerve to avoid hitting them. I decided that payback was in order, so I followed them to their car and all the way back to their house. Once they were inside, I climbed over the fence and entered the house and killed all three of them with my Mega' Blaster, the 'large-caliber weapon' I'm seen carrying in the tape. Then I left the scene and jumped into my car and drove off. As for the house exploding, I have no idea what caused that," Lance calmly explained while staring at the female cop and her perfect body and long, flowing brown hair. "That is not consistent with the evidence we have collected thus far," she said. "Then your evidence is wrong. 'Cause it happened just like I said." "I'm afraid what you have told us is a farce. We want the truth, or I'm going to the D.A.," said the male cop. "Fine, go to the district attorney. See if I care," said Lance. The officer got up and left, leaving Adreanne to watch Lance, a mistake that would turn out to be fatal. As soon as the door shut, Lance reached across the table and struck the bitch upside her head, knocking her to the ground. He stood over her, his phenomenal body blocking the window. She was dazed, and Lance grabbed the whore and held his hand over her mouth while ripping her clothes off. He roughly threw the young woman on the table and got on top, ramming his hardened cock into her pussy and fucked her harshly while still holding his hand over her mouth, muffling her screams of pain as the well-hung Lance split her vagina wide open. He slapped the bitch hard on the face and continued the savage rape, thrusting violently in and out of her warm pussy. After 10 solid minutes of pumping, Lance shot his load into her cunt and pulled out. Then he wrapped a nylon cord around her throat and strangled the unlucky bitch. Feeling her body twitch as she suffocated gave Lance another immense hard-on, so he masturbated and came onto the woman's now-dead face. Just as Lance was cleaning himself up, the two detectives walked in to check on the interrogation. They were displeased to say the least when they discovered their peer's corpse and Lance laughing. They both pulled out their weapons, but Lance was tired of playing the fool. He unsheathed his surgically sharp sword and severed both of the cops' heads with one powerful blow. Lance then casually left the station and walked back to his car, which was several kilometers away. Along the way, he was stopped by a street person who asked for money. "Get out of my way, old man. Go get a fucking job." "Have you no mercy for those less fortunate?!" cried the disabled man. Lance smiled and pulled out some coins. "Here, go get cleaned up somewhere." "Thank you! God bless you, young man!" The bum walked away, and when his back was turned, Lance spritzed him with bullets from his Mega' Blaster. The bum's body instantly flew to pieces as the shells exploded on contact. "Ha ha ha!" Lance chuckled as pigeons and crows started feeding off the bum's shredded carcass. He continued his trek and soon arrived at the location of his cloaked car. "Now to get rid of that fucking cartel!" Lance screamed in anger. He activated a set of newly installed Canaanite ram spikes which retracted from under the front hood. He floored it and rammed straight through the front of the building, killing five guards and bypassing all exterior security. Lance grabbed his Mega' Blaster and jumped out, blasting everyone in sight. He took down a dozen men and finally came upon the two hoods who had hired him. "Tried to set me up, huh, fellows? Big fucking mistake!" "No, please!" they screamed. "We'll pay you, don't kill us." "I have all the money I could ever need. Time to die!!" Lance shouted and blasted them with his massive gun. Lance unloaded the whole fucking clip, riddling their bodies with hundreds of bullets. They both died gruesomely as Lance loaded another clip and continued shooting them. But suddenly, something hit Lance from behind, knocking him to the ground. He looked back and saw a huge man holding a fully charged taser. The blow weakened Lance's personal force field, and he jumped to his feet. Microseconds before Lance could squeeze the trigger of his Mega' Blaster, the man knocked the gun from his hands. They both engaged in a furious fist and martial arts fight. It was an even match, but the sheer strength of Lance gave him the advantage. Lance parried a punch, then grabbed the man's throat and squeezed it with superhuman force, crushing it. The huge dude fell to the ground, gasping and asphyxiated in less than a minute.Lance picked up his Mega Blaster and shot the large man just for fun. His vengeance now complete, Lance left the building after finding and rescuing Sigo's daughter, who was still in the holding cell. She was weak and covered with burn marks and cuts from her previous torture. They both left and drove away after blasting the building with rockets, completely destroying it. After a short bout of silence, Sigo's daughter, Dehara, spoke. "Thank you for rescuing me. I am in your debt." "Yes, you are, my sweet," Lance said as he drove a screwdriver into her ear and through her brain, killing her instantly. He dumped the body out of his car and continued. "Consider your debt to be paid," he jested.

Collections/snuffstories/Lance Files/sigo.txt

Black Falcon

The Lance Saga

"Can I help you, sir?" the secretary asked Lance. "Yes, my name is Lance Mace, and I would like to apply for a job." "I'm sorry, but there are no open positions at the time. If you want, I can put your name on the waiting list," she said. "That would be acceptable," replied Lance as he watched the young girl pick up a pen and write his name in a notepad. "Let me give you a hand with that." Lance said, and he grabbed the pen out of the woman's hand and rammed it into one of her eyes. She cried out in pain and went into shock. "You stupid whore!" Lance kicked her to the putrid floor and then he threw her desk on top of the princess, squashing her instantly. Blood splattered in all directions from underneath the desk as the woman's body crushed like a walnut in a two hundred ton hydraulic press. Her internal organs were turned into gut stew, and Lance laughed. He then continued down the long hallway and walked through a fancy arched vestibule. He approached the office of the President who was in charge of this Uniworld division and was preparing to smash down the doors when he became aware of whimpering coming from under a table in the corner of the hall. He investigated and discovered, to his delight, a young secretary, no older than twenty-four, with her hands over her face crying. This debonair little redheaded juicy seductress was just what Lance felt like having at that time. He forcefully grabbed her arms and yanked her off the floor. She resisted as he tried to hold the sex object down on the cold, hard table, so Lance painfully rammed the redhead's tear-covered, bare shoulders against the metal table and punched her stomach. She cried out as her shoulder blades collided with the solid table, and Lance smacked her on the cheek with the butt of one of his guns, causing a big welt to form on her elegant, alluring face. She doubled over in pain as Lance punched her several more times in her abdomen, and he grabbed her hair and yanked her head down to the table as punishment. She offered no further struggle even as he held her down with one hand, while unbuckling her belt and pulling off her long, white, velvety skirt with his other hand. Lance tore the skirt into strips after taking it completely off her, and tied a long strip of fabric around her neck. He twisted the knot so hard that it almost cut off all the blood to her brain, but just before she passed out, Lance removed the strip of fabric from around her luscious neck and gagged her with it instead. He wrapped the strip through her mouth and around her head and tied it tightly so the girl could only mumble as Lance prepared to rape her. She moaned as he licked her savory neck to get all the red marks off it caused by the fabric strangle collar. She was wearing a button-down, black tank top, and Lance slowly undid the buttons while massaging her rigid tits to intensify the suspense of his upcoming bitch buffet. Then, in one swift motion, Lance finished unbuttoning her tear-drenched top, ripped it off, and tossed it aside while drooling all over her the entire time. All that remained were two hard nipples attached to a pair of firm, tan breasts covered by a delicate, cotton, strapless bra, and moist French-cut, see-through, white panties. Just above her panties was an elastic garter belt which held up two black silk stockings that ran the length of her smooth legs and around her feet. She was wearing synthetic leather high heels, and her gleaming reddish hair was tied up into a ball by a large rubber band. A long red scarf hung down off her shoulders, resting on one of her flexed, tan thighs. To his surprise, Lance noticed that the woman had a freshly shaved twat which was oozing with female cum under her panties. Lance had never fucked and tortured a girl with a nice smooth slit before, but he had always wanted to. She began squealing in fright as Lance massaged and squeezed her butt cheeks and other sensitive parts of her body, but he ignored her cries and continued his activities. Then, after about five minutes, he stood back so he could just admire her rape-perfect body before violating it with his sex rod. Lance could hardly keep from creaming in his pants at the sight of this delicious, enticing female as he thought of what he was going to do to her before throwing the bitch out the window. He was thinking of some pretty disgusting, erogenous, eccentric, and excruciatingly painful sexual positions to try on her, but first, he wanted to engage in some exceedingly sensualistic foreplay and hard-core torture, his style. She was not restrained to the table, but Lance knew the secretary would not try to disobey him again, so he placed his hands on her tender thighs and slowly moved his eager fingers up her legs, getting closer to her shaved pussy every second. He passionately licked circles around her sweet belly button with his sticky tongue and carefully peeled off her panties while he squeezed and frolicked with her perfectly formed breasts. She groaned in distress, and Lance yanked the band out of her silky hair, and her mane unrolled and laid flat on the table, increasing Lance's sex drive even more as he twisted and played with it. He then removed her lace bra and tied the woman's hands firmly together behind her back with it as he sucked and bit her stiffened, uncovered nipples. Lance finally put his hands on her bare vagina and started playing with her dripping cunt as he licked her nose and ears, saturating them with heated spit. He continued toying with her coitus, then inserted his hand into her tight opening and forced it all the way up her acidic fuck tunnel. She jumped in agony and ecstasy as he began clawing her sensitive vaginal walls, causing them to bleed slightly, and the bitch almost kicked Lance in his head. He got mad and harshly wrenched his hand out of her, slashing her pussy lining, and licked the slime off his fingers. Then he grabbed the rest of the strips of fabric from her skirt and securely tied her stout, tan, smooth legs together at her thighs and ankles. He yanked it so tight that it nearly cut off the vital blood flow to her legs from her femoral artery. She wasn't going anywhere now, and Lance positioned her voluptuous, stimulating body so it was in the middle of the table, and that way she wouldn't fall off as he raped, sexually tortured, sliced, burned, crushed, mangled, and beat her magnificently tantalizing body. The kinky, hypererotic superfucker was preparing to painfully and deeply penetrate the sultry bitch with his immense, pulsating megadick when the Uniworld branch president came out of his office to see what all the commotion was. Lance hastily jumped off the table and took out a throwing spike and held it behind his back. The president approached him and inquired as to why Lance had his assistant gagged and tied up on the table. He laughed and pierced the man's left testicle with the acid-tipped spike. The sperm ball disintegrated instantaneously, and the man fell to his knees, screaming in the ultimate pain and suffering in front of Lance. "You had better bow to me, you inferior, submortal, fuckshit!!" Lance cried in anger as he thrust his razor-blade broadsword into the president's chest, slicing all the way through his soft, fragile body with great ease. The torn internal organ-stained sword jutted out of the poor man's back, spraying blood all the way across the room and severing his spinal cord. Lance removed his ninja weapon, cleaned it, and threw the blood-enveloped, severed body out the window. He watched it plunge two hundred floors straight down, but couldn't see it when the already mangled corpse impacted on the solid road and undoubtedly burst into a pile of ripped skin, crushed bone, and splattered guts. Lance laughed, then refocused his barbarian, carnal desires on the helpless, tied-up, flirtatious cumbitch, who will soon fall prey to his erotic wishes when he severely exploits and tortures the woman with his fully erect superstump and various carefully chosen demoniac torture devices. He slowly approached the bitch, who was obviously in shock after witnessing this horrible, inhuman display of murder of her boss. She appeared oblivious to her surroundings, making it easier for Lance to rape her. He took off her cloth gag and stuffed it deep within her throat and licked her dry lips. Lance then urinated in her mouth and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open so she wouldn't miss any of the urine. Then he tapped her mouth completely closed with duct tape, trapping the smelly piss in her gullet. She couldn't swallow the juice because the fabric gag blocked the entrance to her throat, and she had to continually taste his warm yellow waste fluids. Lance then mounted the poor tramp, removed the tied cloth strips from around her thighs and ankles, and parted the chick's tender legs. This gave way to her sensitive pussy, and he slowly ran his cock up within her tight, slippery pumphole. Lance groaned in pleasure as he fucked her deeply and slowly at first, then he increased the rhythm of his raping, going in and out of her faster and rougher every second.He pumped the slut so hard that huge bruises formed around her vagina, and the abrasions could be clearly seen because of the girl's missing pubic hair. Lance's unfathomable dick filled her to the max, stretching her fuckpipe and splitting it wide open, and the pressure of his thrusts caused fresh snatch mucus to squeeze and spritz out of her each time he lunged deep into the woman's hole of euphoria. His balls slapped against her with each powerful insertion of his cock, and Lance's testicles began to hurt after a while as his hump speed increased even more. The young woman's twat tore more and more until blood and pussy juice flowed from her clam. Lance had ripped her like a piece of paper, and the girl was groaning in agony. After deepfucking her for about two hours, he removed his rape warhead and decided to secure her arms and legs with a more painful method. He untied her limbs and tied the bra around her head and urine-filled, taped mouth to further enhance her appearance. Lance punched the abused young woman and then started thinking of an enjoyable, imaginative, but very cruel way to harmfully restrict her arms and legs down on the hard desk, but with them spread apart. Then he smiled as he recalled that on his way up the turbo lift, he noticed there was a 201st floor under construction. Lance performed a Vulcan nerve pinch on the youthful rape plaything, rendering her unconscious after biting a chunk of juicy flesh from the woman's nose, and headed toward the turbo lift. He was approaching the turbo shaft doors when suddenly Lance detected noises from down the long corridor using his sonic optimizers. He figured it must be a bunch of executives having a staff meeting or something. Lance walked in the direction of the noises, hoping he would find a young luscious bitch or two to rape, and was going to crash their little party. His boner remained rock hard as Lance prepared to kill the poor fuckers which he now knew were in a small office thanks to his thermal imagery scanners. He still couldn't tell if any females were present in the room, but he would know soon enough. Lance finally reached the door to the conference room, aimed his M-16, and kicked it down. Seven people became visible, two being female, and he realized that these were representatives from the seven major quadrants on Earth. Lance ran up to an ugly-looking motherfucker and rammed the barrel of his gun down the dude's throat, smashing the poor man's teeth into rubble. The human could not cry for help or agony because the barrel of the gun was brutally stuffed all the way to his stomach, and on the way down, it ripped the representative's larynx out and dragged it into the man's gut. Lance picked up the gun, and the guy went up with it, and Lance spun around abruptly, causing centrifugal forces to throw the guy off the gun, and the barrel shredded the man's throat on the way up. Lance fired simultaneously, tearing the pathetic creature into bits of roasting, burning flesh and bones, and the whole thing splashed onto the floor. One of the other male delegates thought he was a tough guy and tried to hit Lance on his back with a chair, so Lance swung his M-16 around, and it solidly impacted the foolish man's head like a ball and bat. The fellow's dome cracked like a big egg, and his bloody, fluid-covered brain oozed out like yolk as he fell to the floor. Lance grabbed a straw and sucked the man's brain soup into his mouth and swallowed while he chuckled loudly. Lance then took his Bush Master 5000 knife and rigorously cut the headless guy in half. He pulled out his guts and threw it at the other people in the room, which splattered on their flabbergasted faces like soft silly putty. By now, everyone was screaming and running around, and there were still five delegates to rape or kill, so Lance grabbed another man by his hair and spun him around. The guy screamed in severe despondency as his hair ripped out of his scalp one strand at a time with each revolution. Lance built up some momentum as he spun the stupid fucker faster and faster, then let go, and the futile pisshead flew like a bird and smashed right into the composite plexiglass window. The window did not break, and instead, the guy's head gruesomely dissipated like a crushed juicy testicle. Blood, shattered bone, and grey matter stained the entire window and dripped down along the wall. The guy's body fell to the blood-polluted tile floor, and Lance shot it with a grenade, blowing it to tiny fragments of guts and bone, while all the blood in his body erupted from the explosion, covering the entire room and everyone in it. Lance wanted to save the two females for a later rape and torture session, so he grabbed the two remaining males by the throat and squeezed his powerful vise-like hands, nearly crushing the inferior carbon units' necks. A moment before their necks snapped like twigs, he let go, and they fell to the blood and gut-stained floor, gasping for air. Lance began laughing as he took out two throwing spikes and jabbed them into one of the guys' eyes, popping them like balloons. Lance drank the eyeball juice as it sprayed from the punctured optical modules of the poor chap. The guy wailed like a bitch getting raped, and Lance pulled out the spikes. His brain had not been penetrated, so the screaming man felt every bit of the unendurable anguish. Lance then poured salt and gasoline into the fellow's eye sockets, increasing the pain to unimaginable levels, and stomped on his balls, crushing them into a pile of sticky, unmixed sperm and skin. He got tired of hearing the fool scream, so Lance picked him up and threw the guy into one of the tricarboxylic walls in the room. His back smashed into the barrier, crushing the leechfucker's spinal column, which pinched his spinal cord and caused a cascading failure of his nervous system. This resulted in a slow, grisly death as he gradually lost the feeling in his body and brain. Lance ran and kicked the man's stomach with his armored boot, ripping right through his frail body. He pulled out the dude's intestines and ate part of them, but he disliked the flavor and forced the other guy to eat it, and the man choked on them. Lance kicked the asphyxiated idiot in the throat with one of his spiked boots and easily detached his head from his worthless, tiny body. After that, Lance spit down his neck and threw the decapitated body against the wall, crushing the fragile bones within the corpse. Then he grabbed the severed head and threw it into the wall as well, causing it to crack like a coconut, and all the brain juices spilled out of the smashed skull. Lance ran over to the cracked head and drank the liquefied brains, which tasted sweet and salty. "You stupid motherfuckers! Nobody fucks with me!" he screamed, even though all the people in the room were dead and mangled. Lance laughed as he fried the remaining corpses with his Pyrotech flame unit. He liked the smell of the burning flesh and took several deep breaths while pissing on the charred cadavers. He then refocused his astuteness on the two sultry bitches who were laying on the floor in the hallway in shock. Lance walked toward them, and his dick began to pulsate with blood as he approached the two chicks whom he would soon have his way with. Lance had a big smile on his mean-looking face as he slowly moved toward the two ladies to enhance suspense. They didn't seem to notice him at first, but as soon as Lance began his raping and torturing, there would be no question as to his intentions. "You two stupid bitches! Pay attention when I'm talking to you!" He hit the girls with a bat and then Lance laughed. "Wake up, time for fun!" He then spit on the females and kicked them in the head a few times for amusement. It would be easy to take advantage of the two young, defenseless women, and they could not resist Lance because of their extreme emotional distress. He grabbed one of the whores off the blood-encompassed tile floor and manipulated her breasts with his rapier, slicing and dicing her jugs effortlessly. The razor-sharp blade pierced deeply into one of her tits, and she squealed in agony as Lance twisted the sword, tearing her fleshy watermelon to shreds. He retracted the rapier and squeezed her incised breast with his hand, causing the blood and fat to squirt out of it and into his drooling mouth. After he finished eating the inside of her sliced hooter, he kneeled down and prepared to eat the main course, which consisted of a tight, succulent pussy and a sensitive, edible cunt. Lance ripped off her pants and yanked her cotton panties down her soft, warm legs and fingered her damp twat. Mucus oozed out of the woman's rigid clam as he probed farther and farther into her while meandering his big hand. Lance smiled as he felt the bitch's wet vaginal lining all over his hand while some of her skin got caught under his dirty fingernails. He kept his hand deep within her and used his other one to stroke and pull her velvety reddish hair. After a while, he removed his paw from her hairy beaver and licked the tasty juices off it. Then Lance put his face close to her clam and darted his tongue in and out of her warm twat rapidly. She moaned in erotic pleasure as he tongue-fucked her with extraordinary passion while fingering the girl's ass. A few minutes later, Lance was tired of eating her out, and he licked her belly button before standing up. Lance then noticed that his mate was bleeding badly from her ripped-open breast. He didn't want her to die yet because he had not inflicted enough pain on her, so he cauterized the wound with his micro-plasma torch. The black, broiled scar was completely sealed now, and Lance pissed on the bitch to wash off the blood and bits of torn flesh as she screeched in extreme torment. "Shut up, you stupid bitch!" Lance yelled as he zipped up his fly. "Be glad you're even still alive!"He threw her down in the middle of the room, unzipped his fly again, and began raping her. He shoved his thick cock far into the reaches of her fuckclamp and violated the virgin lady over and over while slapping her. "Never been fucked before, huh bitch? At least I'm the one who's gonna' pop your little cherry tonight! Ha, Ha, Ha!!!" Lance deepfucked her so hard that large wounds already started to form in her crotch area as Lance's balls slapped against her with each muscular superthrust. The poor victim's pussy began to split from the excessive thickness of Lance's rod as it slid in and out of her faster and faster. The pain was so intense now that the whore just laid there as she was sexually assaulted and clobbered beyond recognition. He pumped her harder and harder, and used every ounce of his energy to rape and hit her. Lance grabbed the woman's ears and yanked on them each time he deeply penetrated the whore. Eventually, her ears ripped off causing preposterous anguish and she began screaming just as Lance began creaming. His warm slime forcefully ejected out of his huge, throbbing fuckhorn in powerful spurts of white jizz covering his prey's vaginal walls with sticky goo which mixed with the mucus that was already there. He groaned in erotic pleasure as he ate her tender bloody ears and then pulled his big worn out cock from the depths of the unlucky female's cum filled hairy clamp when his ejaculation was finished. She cried in pain as his cum oozed out of her almost ripped pussy, so Lance took a spike out of his pocket and slowly pushed it into one of her ear canals rupturing the slut's delicate eardrum. She cried out in sheer terror as the pain went beyond her limit and the mutilated bitch passed out. Lance kicked her in the face and she awoke just as he penetrated her inner ear with the sharp spike and forced it all the way through her brain. The spike protruded out the other side of her skull and Lance picked her up by it, and threw the sperm filled sex object out the door with blood and other bodily fluids spewing from her popped cherry and her ripped apart ears. Lance washed off his penis with a water fountain in the hall, then returned to fuck the other bitch. He walked toward her and she tried to run, so he seized the foolish girl and kicked her in the head. The dame flew across the room from the impact and landed on top of one of the mangled bodies which used to be her husband. She started shrieking in an emotionally psychotic manner at the sight of her newly wed, but very deceased hubby, and Lance threw a chair at her. It smashed her in the stomach completely knocking the wind out of her. She gasped for air and began spitting up blood. "Poor baby, did you get a boo-boo? I don't even want to fuck you anymore, bitch! This little fiasco is just a momentary distraction from the main attraction which is waiting for me down the hall. Don't you understand! I'm gonna' put you through so much hell, you're gonna' wish you never existed!!!" He ran toward her and drop kicked the widow's skull smashing her against the solid wall. "Please....don't hurt me," the woman pleaded, "I'll do anything, just don't kill me." Lance smiled and said "I see, you actually think I was going to kill you! I'll not going to murder you, I'm gonna' torture you and cause you so much pain you won't even know your own name anymore! Now turn over!" He grabbed her thighs and swiftly rotated the bitch so her ass was facing him. Lance grabbed a bottle of hyperwhisky from the desk in the room and read the label. "Good, 199% proof. I think that's flammable enough, don't you, honey?" He rammed the unopened torture bottle all the way into her steaming pussy until he could no longer see it. Lance left the bottle there, and started to tongue kiss the little sugar bear. She didn't even resist as he roughly but passionately licked the inside of her mouth and took her damp tongue into his warm orifice. He continued kissing her, quite sensuously, and she actually seemed to enjoy it. Lance moved over and began fondling her tits under her shirt while licking and kissing her ears. The woman's breasts were becoming very firm as he erotically played with her stout melons and rubbed her smooth thighs. She unexpectedly grabbed Lance and started kissing his neck and worked her way down to his sumptuous chest. She licked his muscle covered body and began biting and sucking Lance's nipples. He was surprised at this odd behavior, but it felt good, and he enjoyed her unusual sexual stimulus anyway. She erotically licked him and continued caressing his nipples with her saliva filled gullet. He liked it, but was still confused by the bitch's bizarre actions. He got tired of her diversion and kicked the woman in the face and she fell to the ground. "Enough of this, you dick sucking whore! Time for pain!", he roared as Lance took one of his guns and smashed the butt of it on the chick's crotch breaking the bottle within her. The whore screamed in agony and bloody whiskey dripped from her torn bushy fuckhole. Pieces of jagged broken glass dug into her soft flesh. He took out his Zippo lighter and put it to her pubic hair which burned almost immediately, and then the alcohol caught on fire turning the woman into a human M.T. cocktail. The interior of her juicy vagina burst into flames charring her entire pussy, inside and out. She cried in torment and Lance yanked back her hair, tearing it out of the scalp. The chick didn't even scream anymore, but just trembled in shock from the severe anguish she was experiencing. Lance laughed and rammed the barrel of one of his guns into the girl's tight posterior and pushed it all the way up. She just jolted at this intense sensation as the rigid barrel penetrated farther and farther into her shithole. Her entire crotch area was now sufficiently black and fried, and the inside of her fucktube was still flaming. Lance smelled the distasteful odor of her burning flesh and inhaled deeply because he liked the scent. Smoke began emanating from within her dick warmer as the last few drops of the flammable solution burned up. She passed out, but Lance didn't care as he pissed on her to extinguish the flames of pain. "Stupid bitch, she couldn't even take a joke! I don't give a fuck." he thought as Lance zipped up his fly. "Besides, I still have to rape that tantalizing secretary. That reminds me, I still need to go to the 201st floor and find a high powered nail gun to secure the secretary to the table." he spoke aloud. Lance left the blood and gut stained room and laughed to himself as he got one last glimpse at the bloody, mangled corpses and raped bitches which were already beginning to rot. Lance headed back to the turbo lift and the doors slid open. Some little stupid fucking kid was standing in the middle of the turbo car and Lance grabbed the youngster and put his head between the deadly powerful doors as they closed. The kid's head crushed like a grape as the hydraulic aperture closed all the way severing the little bastard's bloody, smashed skull from his wimpy body. Lance took out his quadtanium hunting blade, the Rambo XXVII, and starting hacking up the foolish child's body for fun. He pulled out some of the kid's organs and ate them, then he tore out a few bones from the sliced up cadaver and put them up the boy's ass tearing it to shreds. The door soon opened again, and Lance realized he had arrived at the 201st floor. The child's pendulous remains fell to the blood ladened turbo car floor and he stepped on the mess to get out. Lance immediately started walking around the construction zone looking for a nail gun. During his search he found a roll of nail gun ammunition, chalk powder, vise grip pliers, a butane welding torch, two wood clamps, a circular saw, and eventually he found the nail gun. Lance packed up all the supplies and went back downstairs to engage in hedonistic sexual acts with the main attraction of the evening. He soon approached the red-headed fervent bitch, and she was just stirring from unconsciousness and shuttered in fear as the woman saw all of Lance's aberrant torture and impassioned pillage devices. Lance violently ripped off the tape he placed on her mouth earlier so he could laugh at the woman's hopeless cries for mercy and screams of extreme pain. He then spontaneously threw some of the chalk powder into her eyes momentarily blinding the supermodel slut. The girl's eyes burned from the coarse dust and he agonizingly rubbed it in with a broken pencil slicing her delicate eyeballs. Lance then grabbed one of her slender arms, and held it, palm up, on the table. He placed the barrel of the ultrapowerful nail gun on her thumb while slowly squeezing the trigger, and a thick, sharp nail powerfully discharged from the end of the torture device, which impaled straight though her tender digit shattering the bone. Lance did the same to her other fingers, severely distorting them as he painfully affixed the girl's sweat covered hand to the desk. The bitch shrieked in unbearable agony when the piercing nails crushed right through the little bones in her fingers fragmenting them instantly. He laughed at her meaningless, flagrant squeals, then blasted another nail right through the middle of her palm, tearing and pinching the woman's delicate flesh as if her hand was made of sheepskin. Lance did the same to her other hand and he smiled the entire time. Rubbery tendons protruded from her palm and Lance yanked them out and used them to floss his teeth. The girl's slit eyes rolled back into her head as she went into shock from the incredible pain and suffering Lance had caused her. He next he shot a nail through each of her ankles securing her torrid limbs to the punishment table. "Now for some action, you stupid bitch!!".She just groaned in misery, barely able to comprehend the pain but was forced to endure it and not given the benefit of a quick death. Lance jumped on the table and fondled her limp breasts while tongue kissing her. She was still in shock and unresponsive to Lance's attempts at sensuous, erotic foreplay, which pissed him off. "You dumb cow, wake the fuck up!" Lance punched her five times in the stomach with brass knuckles, severely bruising the crucified woman and causing internal hemorrhaging. Then he poured concentrated ammonia in her mouth and tore off her left ear, right eyelid, and a nice big chunk of flesh from her shoulder with the pliers he found upstairs. The lascivious secretary regained consciousness almost instantly and screamed, causing herself to gargle the burning liquid. Lance smiled and resumed his passionate stroking and fondling of her smooth, rapeable body. He bit and sucked her hard nipples, licked the girl's firm breasts, and crudely tongue kissed her. She was too weak to resist the sensuous foreplay, and Lance put his spit-covered tongue all the way into her warm, moist mouth and caressed the insides of her sensitive cheeks as he erotically squeezed and played with the woman's magnificent tits. She groaned in pleasure and distress, so Lance kissed her ears, neck, and smooth inner thighs. His cock was so full of blood and hard that it was about to explode, so he slowly but harshly inserted his member into her greasy, tight vagina. Lance laboriously deep-fucked the whore, and his entire super-dick was engulfed by the young woman's unctuous, esoteric ultra-pussy all the way to his nuts. Lance could feel the warm, thick vaginal juices being discharged around his pulsating fuck-shaft to proliferate lubrication within her tense fuck-trap. He forcefully pumped the bitch, in and out, in and out, for hours while licking her upper torso, palpating the girl's wondrous breasts, and biting her rigid nipples, causing them to bleed. His balls continued slapping against the dame's clean outer vagina as his thick cock slipped her up all the way in rhythmically. Lance's iron-handed hump-thrusts into the rape victim pushed her forward more and more from the increasing intensity of each of his lust-driven rapid penis insertions. He continued fucking and caressing her and then violently punctured her soft, jelly eyeballs with several toothpicks, causing excruciating pain. She shrieked in agony, and Lance pumped her harder and more roughly to ease the pain as he tore off strips of her skin with the vice-grip pliers. After a while, the nails that had so painfully secured her began to tear through her flesh because of the inertia of Lance's powerful dick as he ruggedly penetrated her steaming screw-pipe repeatedly. He had just developed a nice little fuck rhythm when the bitch suddenly achieved a powerfully orgasm of pain that tightened her used pussy even more, and the girl's labia and inner vagina swelled with blood. She screamed in agony-induced ecstasy, and the exorbitant, masochistic, sensualistic pleasure she was experiencing canceled out the intense pain from the nails, but only temporarily. Lance could tell the slut was impassioned from her orgasm, which was caused by his brutal, but passionate rape. He then banged and pumped her so incredibly hard that the nails tore completely through her ankles and hands as her body was thrown off the blood and cum-stained table. Lance quickly got down on the floor and re-entered the lovely woman's pussy because he knew his nut was about to gush. She cried out in ferocious pain and passed out just as Lance's warm, sticky, goo infiltrated her uterus when he aggressively ejaculated deep within the tender and savory confines of the dame's thoroughly used screw-tunnel. He sighed and groaned in sexual relief as the smelly cum exploded from his swelled head in timed, repetitive spurts of thick cream. When his orgasm was complete, he pulled out of her and cleaned up his penis with her shiny, red hair. He then picked her up by her hair and legs and threw the bitch against the hard wall, crushing her tiny, raped body like an eyeball. Lance ran over to her limp body and yanked her off the ground by her fingers, which simply ripped off, leaving a trail of muscle and bloody tendons hanging from the severed digits. After he ate her dissected fingers, Lance stomped on her punctured ankles, causing them to tear off of her juicy legs. He beat the young woman on the head with her dismembered feet and then threw the whore's flaccid, violated body out the same window that he threw her boss out of. She plummeted down the two hundred floor drop and ended up just like her former employer on the hard promenade far below. Lance picked up the nail gun and the other things he got from the 201st floor and headed back toward the turbo lift doors. Moments later, the doors slid open, and he had to step on the smelly, bloody carcass of the kid he killed in the turbo car earlier. Lance roughly stomped on the child's body, tearing him open, and Lance pulled out all of the expired youngster's organs and smeared them all over the floor of the turbo car. He then laughed and pressed the button, which sent him on his way to the lobby. Lance went into the receptionist's back office, after raping and killing the bitch who was standing behind the counter, and sat down behind her desk. A large voice input computer was at his left, and a pile of papers covered the other side of the large pulpit. Then Lance noticed a fax/subspace communications array between the computer and the papers. He grabbed it and put out a call to the Sentry Class starship S.S. Eagle. Special amplification arrays transmitted the message across the 750,000 lightyear distance where the Eagle was at. "This is Admiral Miller...oh, hey Lance, what's up?" "Hey man. After I finish messing around on Earth, I want to rendezvous with your ship so we can get the fuck out of here. Cool?" spoke Lance to his friend. "Yeah, sounds good. I can be there in an hour. We just finished our class M planet survey and have a few days of free time. Just let me know when you're ready." "I should be done in a few hours. I'll contact you later, Lance out." and he shut off the link. Just then, he heard someone come into the front room. Lance quickly left the back office to see who it was. Once he passed through the door, he saw some blonde chick and her male friend standing in front of the dead receptionist's desk. Lance sat down at the desk and pretended he was the receptionist. "May I help you?" he said. "Yes, we are here to see Mr. Jones about a business arrangement," the hot blonde reported. "I'm sorry, he's out right now. Would you like to leave a message for him?" "Well, we were supposed to meet him at this time. We spoke on the phone less than an hour ago," the man said. "Shut the hell up, fool. I said he's not in!" Lance shouted as he got up and jumped over the table. He spin-kicked the male idiot, knocking his silly ass to the floor. Then Lance grabbed the blonde bitch around her waist and roughly tried to kiss her. She screamed and tried to break free from his grasp. Lance let her escape, and she ran out of the room, leaving the guy bleeding on the ground. Lance took a bat and swung it down onto the dude's skull, crushing it easily. Then he ran out the door to find the sexy babe. She was stumbling across the large marble walkway, heading toward the main entrance. Lance ran after her with amazing speed and swiftly caught her. He tripped her, and the woman fell to the hard floor on her face. She was only dazed and tried to get back up, but Lance put one of his feet on her back and pinned her on the ground. Then he took a big handful of her shiny clean hair and pulled her head back with it. She groaned and swung her arms around, trying to grab onto something. Lance continued to slowly pull her head back, and her neck stretched further and further. Soon, her neck started cracking as it reached its limit, but Lance still pulled her hair even more, causing her spinal column to suddenly snap. She shrieked in extreme pain, then died promptly. Lance released her hair and pulled off the attractive female's pants and underwear. He kneeled down on the back of her thighs and fucked the dead bitch in her ass for a while while violently twisting her head back and forth, attempting to tear it off her neck. A security guard approached him just as Lance was pulling his hard cock from the girl's tight butt after completing a powerful ejaculation. "What's going on here?" questioned the undertrained guard. He looked at the girl's body and wondered why her pants were off. Then the dude noticed her severely distorted neck. The guy checked her pulse and discovered she didn't have one. "Hey, she's dead," the enlightened officer said. "Yeah, no shit. It must have happened when she tripped," spoke Lance, trying to cover his misdeeds. "But why are her pants off?" the guard asked. "Cause I was fucking her in the ass, stupid fool." Lance pulled off one of her legs and beat the guard to death with it. He then left the Uniworld building and hopped back into his car while he reminisced the great fun he just had.

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Black Falcon

Cargo Ship

"Now what is it?" sighed Lance. "We are within range of the asteroid field, but have detected a cargo ship that seems to be adrift." "Great, what the fuck do you want me to do about it?" "The ship is transmitting a general distress call, and the captain appears to be female," reported the bridge duty officer. "Ah, now that is different. Patch it through to my office." "This is Lily, captain of the cargo freighter Pikoi. We have sustained heavy damage from a Riberzome attack. Communications are at minimal, life support is at minimal, and weapons are offline. We are requesting help from any friendly ship." Lance answered the call with a smile. "This is your lucky day, Captain. Had we not been passing through this remote sector, you may have been adrift for a very long time. How did you get so far into uncharted space?" "We were attacked with a new Riberzome weapon, and it somehow created a subspace wave that pushed us all the way here. It would take weeks to get back. We have limited engines," she replied. "Oh, forgive me, my name is Lance, commander of this vessel. I would be happy to assist in repairs. In fact, we encountered a Riberzome battleship, and it tried to stop us, claiming restricted space. So it appears we share a common enemy." Lance's real intentions were, of course, insidious, but he wanted to extract information before killing this woman; now he knew what the Riberzomes were hiding, a new weapon. "I would be very grateful for any assistance you can offer," spoke the attractive young captain. Lance engaged the sexy woman in pleasantries as he secretly scanned her ship. It had no transporters, and the weapons were completely inoperative, but the sensors were still functioning. He also detected a total of 42 crew members scattered among the craft's 6 decks. "I will beam over a repair team immediately," said Lance as he instead beamed her into his office. Flabbergasted, she demanded an explanation. Saying nothing, Lance rendered her unconscious with a powerful slap to the back of the head and then quickly tied her up. Saving the bitch for later, he tossed her into the corner of his chamber like a piece of trash. Knowing for sure that the rest of the cargo vessel crew had detected the abduction of their precious captain, Lance decided to beam over and have some fun.Their bodies were immediately turned into steaming ashes as Lance's weapon broke down their atomic bonds. He looked around and saw no one else, but just then someone came out of the ready room. He appeared to be the ship's first officer. Lance ran toward the person and grabbed him by the throat, picking him up off the ground. He just held him there as the poor guy asphyxiated. His head and face swelled, and his eyes glazed over as the life-bringing oxygen and blood was cut off from his brain. He died quickly, arms and legs flailing. That pretty much took care of everyone on the dainty vessel. Even if anyone was still alive, Lance didn't feel like finding them. He sat in the captain's chair and attempted to access the main computer. It was locked out using a rather advanced encryption scheme. Lance attempted to override it with his neural interface but was unsuccessful. He accessed an unsecured system and pulled up the layout of the ship. He found the engine room; it was five decks down. So he left the bridge and quickly made his way there. The doors to the engine compartment opened, and a technician was inside trying to hide. Lance's heat sensors found him. "You there, come out. I won't hurt you." "You won't?" asked the dude. "No, no. I'm here to help," said Lance, lying like a mother fucker. The engineer came out of his hiding place and approached Lance. "Just kidding!" said Lance as he grabbed the idiot by the throat. Lance then opened a plasma conduit and threw the guy into the energy stream. He screamed as his body was incinerated. Then Lance walked over to the plasma reactor core. It used a less sophisticated protection routine, and Lance easily bypassed it. He set the engines to overload, then contacted his vessel. "Disengage the tractor beam. I've set the engines to overload. The plasma core will explode in approximately 2 minutes. Maintain minimum safe distance." With that, Lance beamed back to his bridge. Once he materialized, he glanced at the viewscreen. "I said minimum safe distance, why are we not moving away?" "Captain Mace, a subspace distortion field has appeared and is interrupting the sub-light drive. I can't back us off." "That's a plasma core, it will destroy us! Use the emergency thrusters. Quickly!" said Lance. "Thrusters on-line, yes, we are backing off now. 5000 meters, 10000, 20000, 35000......" said the ensign. "There, that should do it. Have we cleared the distortion?" "Yes, but the SLD suffered damage." "Get a repair team on it at once. Ahh...there we are, watch this!" Lance said as he pointed to the viewscreen. A flash of light emanated from the cargo ship, then it exploded violently, sending pieces of the hull in all directions. Then the whole thing vaporized as the plasma came into contact with the rest of the ship. "That was cool...well, anyway, let's head into the asteroid field, we are nearly at our destination, and get that sub-light drive fixed." "Aye sir," said Derti. They resumed their course into the asteroid field, and Lance made his way to his quarters where the bound cargo captain lay in wait.

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Dreemluvr

Monkey See, Monkey Do

"Okay now, Kimmy," Mrs. Carr said, "your father and I will be home no later than 1:00 a.m. I've left all of the emergency numbers on the fridge. Call the cell phone if you need us. And keep an eye on your brother. You said you didn't need a babysitter anymore, so this is your night to prove it." "Don't worry, Mom," 14-year-old Kimmy answered, "We're old enough to handle it. I promise. Alex and I will be fine. Now go." "You be sure to lock the doors and don't let anybody in," Mr. Carr injected. "We'll see you in a little while. Love you." "Love you too, Daddy. Bye." Kimmy watched as her parents drove off. She was excited to be in charge tonight and get to be her 13-year-old brat of a brother's boss. "Speaking of Alex," Kimmy thought, "where is he?" "Alex?" Kimmy yelled. "Alex, where are you?" There was no response. Kimmy went up to her brother's room, but he wasn't there. She checked the bathroom, downstairs again, but no Alex. "I wonder..." Kimmy thought as she headed to her parents' bedroom. Sure enough, Alex was in there. Thirteen-year-old Alex was lying on his parents' bed in his gym shorts, looking at one of his Dad's Playboys. His erection was impossible to hide. "ALEX!" Kimmy yelled. "What do you think you're doing!" Kimmy stared at her little brother but couldn't ignore the bulge in his shorts. Her eyes kept shifting between her brother's face and his obvious erection. Alex made no move to conceal it. "Chill out, Sis," Alex answered, not taking his eyes off the magazine. "I'm just checking out the new issue. I plan on taking full advantage of tonight's freedom. A little drink, a little sex, and I'm there." "Yeah right, Alex. The only drink you're going to have is a Pepsi, and the only sex you'll get is with your own hand." "Well, maybe so, my darling sister, but at least I'm having some kind of sex, little miss goody-two-shoes." "You shut up, Alex Carr!" Kimmy yelled. "I'm not a goody-two-shoes. I'm going to take a shower. When I'm done, you'd better be out of Mom & Dad's room." Kimmy stormed out of the room and headed to take her shower. "Goody-two-shoes, hmph," Kimmy thought. "I'll show him." Kimmy started to undress in the bathroom. At 15, Kimmy was a beautiful girl with shoulder-length brown hair. Her body was tan and firm, thanks to her daily jogging. She was, however, painfully shy. Her breasts were small, but nice and round. Kimmy looked at herself in the mirror as her hands roamed over her hard body. She liked the way her hands felt. She caressed the roundness of her breasts and ran her fingers down the front of her body. She closed her eyes as her hand delved between her legs. Kimmy felt the wetness of her teenage pussy and began to stroke her swollen lips. She inserted a finger inside of her as a vision of her brother's erection back on her parent's bed flashed in her mind. Suddenly she froze. "Oh my God, Kimmy," she thought, "what's wrong with me?" Kimmy removed her finger from her pussy and jumped into the shower. She couldn't believe that her own brother turned her on! She tried to forget what she saw, but couldn't. When Kimmy got out of the shower, she put on her robe, leaving her panties and bra on her bed. She went to her mom & dad's room to make sure Alex wasn't in there anymore. He wasn't. Kimmy went downstairs to the living room. Alex was lying on the couch, wearing just his gym shorts. Until she got closer, she didn't realize what Alex was watching. On the TV screen was a picture of a guy sucking some blonde girl's breasts. She was obviously enjoying it, judging from the sounds emanating from the TV. Kimmy looked over at Alex. He too was enjoying the show. Alex was rubbing his growing erection through his shorts, oblivious to his sister's presence. "ALEX!" Kimmy yelled. "What the hell are you watching?" Alex, startled, quickly removed his hand and this time attempted to cover his straining erection. "K-Kimmy, I didn't hear you come in. I, uh, found this tape in mom and dad's room. I've never seen a porn film before. I was curious." Kimmy turned back to the TV. She was just about to chastise her little brother, but instead found herself staring at a 9-inch cock getting licked and sucked by the hot little blonde in the movie. Kimmy had never seen a guy's "thing" before. She couldn't take her eyes off of it. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs. "I, uh, guess you're a little curious too," Alex said, smiling. "Hu-wha...?" Kimmy managed, shaking herself from the screen. "No, I think it's disgusting." "Yeah, right," Alex said, "that's why you couldn't take your eyes off of that guy's dick. Admit it, Kimmy. You're just as curious as me." "NOBODY is as curious as you, little brother. I saw you playing with yourself." "So? There's nothing wrong with that. At least I admit it. Are you telling me looking at that guy's dick didn't turn you on even a little? I dare you to watch this movie with me." "Oh yeah?" Kimmy answered. "I can watch it, and I'll prove it. Move over." Kimmy sat next to her brother on the couch. They both turned back to the TV. The blonde was still sucking the guy's hard cock. She was stroking his shaft, moving her mouth up and down. At times, his cock completely disappeared in her mouth. Kimmy began to stir a little on the couch. "God, that blonde is hot," Alex muttered. His hand disappeared underneath the pillow. Kimmy noticed the pillow start to move up and down. "Alex, if you're going to do that, you might as well do it out in the open. I mean, it's not like I can't tell anyway." Kimmy couldn't believe those words came out of her mouth. She invited her own brother to masturbate in front of her! "You sure you won't be offended?" Alex asked. "Who am I to put a damper in your sex life?" Kimmy responded. Alex didn't need to be asked twice. He threw the pillow to the floor and slid his shorts off his 13-year-old frame. He wasted no time in resuming his stroking. Kimmy found herself staring more at her brother's cock than the one on TV. Kimmy let her own hand slide inside her robe down to her wet, teen pussy. This did not go without notice by Alex. "Uh, sis, the same goes for you. Might as well be comfortable." Alex was challenging his sister. Kimmy didn't say a word as she stood up, faced her brother, and slipped the robe to the floor. Alex had never seen his sister naked before. He couldn't believe how hot she looked. He stared at her firm, teen breasts. "My God, my sis is a hottie," Alex thought. He let his eyes roam over her body, letting them stop at her 14-year-old pussy. Without realizing it, Alex was stroking his cock faster now. Kimmy felt her brother's eyes on her as she sat down next to him on the couch. Their legs practically overlapped each other. Kimmy's fingers went back to her wet pussy. Brother and sister continued masturbating together, watching the movie, and at times, watching each other. The blonde was just about to get a mouthful of cum on the TV. The guy began to moan louder and louder as he exploded all over her face. She continued to lick and suck him, tasting his cum that had drenched her completely. "I wonder what that feels like," Kimmy said aloud. "Alex?" "Huh?" "Wanna play a game?" "Depends. What do you have in mind?" "Let's act like we're in the movies. Let's do what they do." "WHAT?" Alex was dumbfounded. "But that would mean you and I would have to..." "Yeah, are you afraid?" Kimmy asked, taunting him. "Did little miss goody-two-shoes catch you off guard?" "N-no. I can handle it if you can." "We'll see about that." Kimmy slid off of the couch on her knees in front of her little brother. She reached her hand out to his 6-inch cock and began to stroke it up and down just like she saw in the movie. Alex was getting very turned on by his sister's touch. He suddenly felt something warm and wet surrounding his dick. He looked down as Kimmy began to suck on him, taking more and more of his manhood into her mouth. "Ohh God, Kimmy, that feels sooooo good! Oh yeah, suck on it!" Alex kicked his head back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the feeling. Kimmy's tongue was all over her little brother's dick. She couldn't believe how powerful a feeling this was. It was turning her on, knowing that she was in total control over a guy. She reached down and felt her pussy. It was so hot and wet. "Oh Alex, you taste so good! Cum for me like in the movies, Alex! Cum all over my face! Oh, little brother, I love your cock so much!" Alex was delirious. He looked down at his 14-year-old sister jacking him off and talking like he's never heard her before. It put him over the edge. "Oh God, Kimmy, yessss! I'm cumming, ohhhhh yes, sis! Oh God, yessssssss!" Alex sprayed his seed all over his sister's face and neck. Kimmy kept on stroking him, making sure she got everything out of him. She put his cock back in her mouth, sucking out the final drops of his sperm. "Mmmmmmm, you DO taste good, little brother. Next time, it all goes in me." All Alex could do was manage a nod. Kimmy climbed back up on the couch next to her little brother.They both looked at the movie, and by now the guy's head was buried between the blonde's legs. It was obvious he was eating her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Alex and Kimmy watched as the blonde wrapped her legs around his head. She began to fuck his face with all she had. "I-I've never done that, Kimmy. I don't know how," Alex stammered. "Oh, Alex," Kimmy answered. "You'll be fine. Just start kissing it. I'll tell you when it feels good." Kimmy ran her fingers through her little brother's hair. Alex dropped down to the floor as Kimmy slid her little teen ass to the edge of the cushion. She sat back and slowly spread her legs for her brother. "Oh, Alex, put your lips on my pussy..I'm so hot, Alex..I want to feel your lips right here." Kimmy was fingering her hot little hole right in front of him. Alex's head moved in towards Kimmy's fingers. He couldn't believe how strong the smell of her sex was. It was such a sweet, enticing aroma. It drew him in and made him want to completely consume her. Alex put his mouth over Kimmy's wet teen pussy and kissed her gently. She tasted so good. He slowly stuck his tongue out and licked right where Kimmy's fingers had been. "Mmmmmmmmm, yes, Alex, do it like that...lick my pussy, Alex..Ohhh God!" Hearing his sister moan gave him more encouragement. He began to lick more passionately. His tongue penetrated her lips into the inner folds of her tender young pussy. Kimmy began to raise her hips off the couch. Alex was trying to keep his tongue on Kimmy's cunt, but it was difficult with her moving around like that. He slid his hands underneath to Kimmy's tight ass and held her firmly. He then buried his face in her wet pussy and began to lick the entire length of her slit. "Ohhhhh God, yessss, Ohhh, yes, Alex, Oh, yes!!" Kimmy was starting to buck hard against her brother's face, but Alex held on tight. His tongue moved up Kimmy's wet pussy and found her swollen clit. Alex didn't know what it was, but soon realized he should keep his mouth on it. "Ohhh, fuck, Alex!!! Ohh, my God, Yessss!! Oh, God, I'm going to cum!! Oh, Alex, right there!!! Oh, Goddd, brother, suck it!! Ohh, yessssssss!!!" Kimmy's orgasm was giving Alex's face the ride of his young life. She was bucking and thrusting her pussy into Alex while pushing the back of his head deeper and deeper into her. His face was being drenched in his 14-year-old sister's juices as her orgasms continued to engulf her body. She tasted so fucking good. Alex knew right then that he loved eating pussy. Kimmy slumped back to the couch, releasing her brother's head. "Oh, fuck, Alex, that was incredible. You can eat my pussy anytime. And I mean anytime." "I just might take you up on that, sis," Alex replied, his face still soaked in her juices. "That was fun. I love the taste of you." They both continued looking at each other, rubbing their hands over each other's bodies. Alex and Kimmy knew they had discovered feelings for one another that neither would have imagined existed only a day ago. They also knew that it was just the beginning. Kimmy reached out and grabbed the remote to the VCR, pressing the stop button. "I don't think we need that anymore, bro." Kimmy slid off of the couch on top of her 13-year-old brother and pushed him flat on his back. "I want you inside of me, Alex. I want us to be each other's first. Fuck me, Alex, fuck me now." Alex's cock had regained its full hardness and was pressing up into his sister's belly. She sat up and took hold of her brother's erection and placed it to the entrance of her hot, wet pussy. "Ohhh, Alex, I want you sooooo bad." "Ohh, yes, Kimmy, put it in. I want to fuck you so bad. Ohh, God, yesss!!" Alex's cock slid into Kimmy's tender cunt. Kimmy slowly sat down on her brother, inching his 6" rod into her virginity. "Oh, Alex, Ohhhh, it feels soooo goooooooooood, Alex, Oh, my God!! Oh, yes!! Oh, Alex!!" Alex was now completely inside of his sister. "God, she's so fucking hot and tight!" Alex thought. He reached his hands out to Kimmy's ass as she began to slowly move up and down on his shaft. "Oh, God, Kimmy, Oh, God, you're fucking me!! Oh, God, you feel great!! Yes!! Ohh, baby, Yes! Kimmy, fuck me, fuck your little brother!!" Kimmy couldn't believe the sensations she felt having a cock inside of her for the first time. She began to ride her brother with more and more passion. Her thrusts became more powerful and intense. Alex started matching his sister's movements, ramming his cock into her hot, wet cunt. "Oh, yes, fuck me, Alex!! Oh, God, yes! I love your cock in me!! Oh, God!!" Alex was near the point of no return. He didn't know if he should pull out or not, but thought he should. "Oh, God, Kimmy, I'm going to cum!!! I can feel it!! Oh, Kimmy!! Oh, God, I've got to pull out!!! Oh, Kimmy!!!!" Kimmy ignored her brother's request. She was completely immersed in the heat of the moment. There was no way she was going to let him pull out. She began to fuck her brother even harder, pressing her weight down on his cock, forcing him to stay inside of her. "Ohhh, yesss, Alex!! Cum for me, Alex!! Cum in my pussy!! Oh, God, Alex!! Yes!! Cum in me, Alex!!! Oh, Godddd!!! Now, Alex, yessssss!!!!" Kimmy's own orgasm rifled through her body as Alex pumped his seed deep into his sister's cunt. They were fucking so fast and furious, their bodies bouncing off of each other. It was an incredible moment that neither will ever forget. The intensity of their orgasms seemed to feed off of each other. When their orgasms finally subsided, they laid still in each other's arms. "Oh, my God, what have we done?" Kimmy thought to herself. She knew many would consider it wrong, but she knew deep in her own heart it was so, so right. And there was no way she could stop.

Collections/Aerosmit/brother&sister/kimmybro.txt

Harry Stevens

Teasing Pleasing Family

"Looking forward to seeing your big brother, honey?" Christy's mother asked. "Sure," Christy said, but she was really thinking a lot more about the hung cousin she'd left behind than Denny. After all, she couldn't fuck her own brother. Half an hour later they were there. Denny lived in an apartment that was just large enough for him, his wife and the baby they were expecting so with three visitors it strained at the seams. There was a rollaway bed for Brad and Helen in a room that would eventually be used as a nursery, but Christy would have to make do with the couch in the living room. Because of the sleeping arrangements, Christy had to wait until everybody else was through talking before she could turn in. Feeling tired, she didn't have much to add to the conversation. So she just sat there and sneaked some wine after dinner, waiting until she could treat herself to another wet-dream. Around midnight, things finally broke up. Grateful to be alone, Christy put on her nightie and tested out the couch, finding it more comfortable than she'd expected. Curling up on it under a sheet and blanket, she snuggled her hand between her legs and rubbed her cunt to lull herself to sleep. However, before she could drop off, Christy heard footsteps. Peeking out from under the covers, she saw her brother in his pajamas. Standing in the hallway, Denny was looking straight at her. "You awake, Sis?" he whispered. Christy remained motionless, not answering. Her brother repeated his question, louder this time. Christy kept her silence, while she watched Denny slowly edge toward her. He was being very careful about something. It seemed to take him forever to get to the couch. By the time he had, Christy had her eyes tightly shut, doing her best to convince him that now wasn't the time to disturb her. "You awake, Sis?" Denny said again, standing directly over her at this point. Christy pretended to snore, just not in the mood for her brother. But if she wanted him to go away, she was using the wrong strategy. For, it turned out, asleep and helpless was exactly how Denny wanted to find her. "I'll just take a quick look, that's all," she heard him mutter to himself under his breath. "What she doesn't know won't hurt either of us." Christy held her breath as her brother then slipped the covers from her body. Even though she was afraid to look, she could feel Denny's eyes all over her. And since she only wore a sheer nightie, there was plenty for him to see. "Mmmmm, Sis, you grew up real nice," Denny murmured. "Everything I remember from when I was still at home, and now a whole lot more to go along with that." Christy squirmed. How could she help it? Her brother's ragged breath now caressed her nearly bare ass, raising goose bumps. Denny was leaning over to get a better look at her cunt. He was panting. "Cunts don't get any sweeter than this beauty. Damn, I can smell how good it must taste. Wonder if Sis is still cherry?" The goose bumps had spread all over Christy by now. "God, what I'd give to suck and fuck her," her brother muttered. "Whole time we were growing up it was all I could do to keep my hands off her, and she's got me even hornier now." Christy didn't know what to do. Frantic, she ran the past through her mind in search of clues about her brother's alarming behavior. And, her memory forcibly triggered, something abruptly stood out which she had never before seriously considered ... When Denny was still at home, she recalled, it would happen when she was taking a bath. How often he'd seemed to walk in on her by accident. Then, afterward, he'd always wind up in his own room with the door shut. What had he been doing in there? Christy was starting to get a pretty good idea. Tonight, of course, he couldn't withdraw into his bedroom. His wife was in there. But it was obvious to Christy that he was on his way to somewhere private to do something about the hard-on which she saw jutting from his pajamas when she dared to peek out of one eye at him. He left a moment later. Christy heard a door open and close down the hallway. And sitting up in a daze, she found herself mentally focusing on the big cock she had just glimpsed. "I never knew he was so hung," she whispered to herself, seeing him in a whole new light. Then, comparing him to her cousin, she added, "God, Denny's cock's even bigger when it's hard than Jake's was." The next thing she knew, Christy had left the couch, her curiosity too strong to resist. Across the living room and into the hallway she went. To her left she saw a sliver of light from beneath a closed door. The bathroom. That's where her brother was, the same place she'd been when Denny had accidentally walked in on her so many times while they'd been growing up together. "It's my turn now," Christy whispered. She made her move before she lost her nerve. Suddenly she'd opened the bathroom door, ready to claim that she hadn't known anybody was inside. Instead, she speechlessly stood there and stared at the sight awaiting her. Denny was sitting on the john. His cock seemed even bigger to Christy now that she was staring at it. What's more, in his stroking hand, his cock was just this instant erupting with a torrent of jizz. "S-sorry you had to see this, Sis," Denny said as he came, caught in the act of jacking off. Then, trying to save face, he said, "Isn't easy having a pregnant wife. Guy's gotta do something about the way he feels." Christy didn't know what she'd say until she heard it herself, and it was as bold as her brother's cock was big and hard. "Elise doesn't have anything to do with it--with us," she bluntly said, dismissing Denny's explanation about his wife. "You're jacking off on account of me. You're horny for me--always have been." Denny didn't deny it. "H-how'd you know?" Christy could have told him that she hadn't been asleep when he'd been fooling with her on the couch, but that would have probably made him feel so guilty that she'd have had to listen to a whole string of more sorry excuses. And her uncontrollably aroused cunt made her too impatient for that. "I've always been the same way for you," Christy stated, recklessly changing the past to suit the present. "That means, in case you want me to spell it out, h-o-t! Girl keeps her eyes open when she's got a crush on her own brother, just hoping he feels the same about her. So I know all about how you used to beat your meat because of me--same as you did tonight." "Th-then why didn't you do s-something?" Denny sputtered. "I did. Same thing you did," Christy said. "Want a demonstration?" Her brother gulped and nodded for her to go ahead. Christy went to the bathtub. She sat on the edge, one foot propped on the rim and the other extended on the floor. This made her short nightie bunch around her hips, exposing her cunt. Then, snaking her fingers through her wispy cunt-bush, she began massaging her cunt. "I played with my cunt so many times, thanks to you." "Show me ... show me more," Denny urged. "Mmmmm-hmmmmmmm," crooned Christy, poking her middle finger into her cunt. "Feels good. 'Specially now that I get to look at your big cock while I'm finger-fucking myself." "I-I'll jack off along with you, Sis," Denny said. "No, I've got a better idea." "Yeah, Sis?" "I'll suck you instead." "You sure, Sis?" "Just put that big cock in my mouth and try me, stud." Denny sprang off the john. Christy's mouth was wide open. Denny took aim and filled the target with his surging cock. Christy did the rest, deep-throating him to his balls while she continued finger-fucking her own cunt. "God, Sis, you're terrific!" Denny praised Christy's expert cock-sucking. "Always knew that if you ever gave me one it'd be the best blow-job I ever got." Christy, though, had just begun to bend her brother's mind with her sexy ways. First, she'd tangle up his spurs some by seeming to go in the opposite direction than the one in which she was actually headed. This occurred when, all at once, she separated her mouth from Denny's hard-on. "What's wrong, Sis?" he anxiously asked. "You were sucking my prick so good." "But," Christy said, "I know what'd make me suck it even better." Denny nervously waited for an explanation. "This ..." Christy popped her finger out of her cunt and passed it under her brother's nose. "Smell sweet?" she asked. Denny nodded. Then Christy put the same sticky finger in her brother's mouth. "Taste even sweeter?" she asked. Denny nodded again. "Then go for it where it's sweetest," Christy said. "Eat my cunt if you really want your cock sucked as good as it gets." To get into position to make good on her suggestion, Christy took advantage of what was available on the spot. Leaving her perch, she slithered down into his tub as if it were a sunken bed and spread herself out in all her glory. "Sixty-nine!" she said. Denny followed her into the tub without further delay. Facing in the opposite direction, he dangled his cock and balls above her head while looking down at her reeking cunt. "Go for it!" Christy cried. Her brother burrowed between her parted thighs, mouth flush with cunt-lips, tongue surging into cunt-gash."Mmmmm, that's more like it," Christy moaned with pleasure. Then she acted to double that pleasure, guiding her brother's cock back into her mouth and down her deep throat. From there it was prime suction at both ends of the action as if brother and sister had been sixty-nining since they were little kids. Christy came first, feeding Denny all the orgasmic cunt-juice he could swallow. But within moments he'd caught up, his prick unloading with gushing force. Christy's thirst for her brother's jizz proved to be as much or more than it had been for her cousin Jake's. She couldn't get enough of his cum. Not a precious drop would escape her hunger, as she clung to Denny's cock until his balls were totally drained. "If you want my cock to stay hard, Sis, you got it," Denny said when Christy had sucked him clean. "You got all my cum this time, but I'll have more to shoot if that's what you want." "God, do I!" Christy slurped, finally releasing her sucking hold on Denny's cock. "And someplace even better than my mouth the next time you come for me." "Fuck you, Sis?" Denny eagerly asked. "Like you're trying to split me in two!" Christy declared. Then she pushed her brother away so she could move into a better position to get fucked. When Denny had given her room, Christy slithered out of the tub and then crawled over to the john. There she knelt with her face resting on the lid and her ass raised, in the classic dog-fucking stance. "Get the idea, stud?" she called. "You better believe it, Sis!" That said, Denny moved in behind his sister. In each of his hands he took an ass-cheek and yanked them apart, exposing the yawning splendor of Christy's rear-spread cunt. "You like it rough, don't you, Sis?" he said. "What makes you think that?" Christy asked. "Your tits," Denny said. "Started noticing how bruised they are. You must've really let the last guy who fucked you do a job on you." "How do you know I wasn't raped?" "If you were, bet you wound up begging for more." Christy suddenly had a whim that was more reckless than anything that had gone before. Rape was the key. She'd never been forced into sex before, but like any normal girl she'd always wondered what it would be like. And since her brother was so sure he knew how she'd react, why not make him prove it? "If I begged for more before, then you ought to be able to make me do it again even more," she said. "You're really asking for it, Sis," warned her brother. "So do you have the balls to give it to me?" Denny reacted to Christy's challenge by squeezing her ass-cheeks so they'd be even more bruised than her tits already were. "You can be meaner than that," Christy egged him on. One hand went to her head. Denny grabbed a fistful of her hair and snapped her head back. Then his other hand went for another kind of hair. The wispy thatch at Christy's cunt. He tugged her cunt so her cunt-lips stretched from between her ass-cheeks like pink flaps of rubber. "Now what do you think, Sis? Am I giving it to you rough enough?" Christy reacted to the pain by coming on the spot. "God, you mean it, don't you? You goddamned horny bitch in heat!" "You raping bastard!" "Okay, if this is what you really want, it's gonna get worse," Denny said. "Then pour it on! Treat me like I deserve! Rough as it gets! Rape the shit out of me!" Christy wildly pleaded for the worst. "Rape the shit out of you, huh?" Denny chuckled. "Baby sister, I just ought to take you at your word on that. Teach you a lesson you'll never forget." "What's stopping you?" Christy replied. "You know what that means, Sis?" "Try me!" "Damn, then, you got it!" Once again, Denny was prying apart his sister's ass-cheeks. But this time he didn't focus on her cunt. The much tighter opening had his attention. Denny nudged his chunky cock-head against the puckered dent, ready to go for broke. "Mmmmm it's like being cherry all over again," Christy panted with anticipation. "Then you know it's gonna hurt." "It damned well better!" "Then take this and put it in your mouth, so you don't wake up everybody in the apartment when you start to scream," Denny said, reaching for a towel. "You do it for me. Gag me just like you're honest to God raping me," Christy said. His throbbing cock-head remained poised in striking position. Denny wrapped the towel around his sister's face the way a genuine rapist would do to keep his victim quiet. Then his hands returned to Christy's ass-cheeks as he steadied himself to finally take the plunge. "No backing out now," he exclaimed, speaking for himself as well as his sister as his crotch violently lurched to force his huge cock into its narrow target. And so Christy was brutally introduced to backdoor sex. With the towel gagging her, she couldn't cry out as she wanted to, but at least she managed to make herself heard. "Owwww! Feels like you're ripping me in half, Denny!" she moaned. "Getting my ass fucked for the first time hurts twice as much as when I got my cherry cunt full of cock!" "You bragging or complaining, Sis?" Denny taunted, shoving even more cock into Christy's rear chute. Christy responded to his mocking question by coming on the spot. Her orgasmic asshole rippled along the length of her brother's buried cock, letting Denny know for certain that he'd plugged into a keg of female dynamite. For her, twice as much pain equaled twice as much pleasure. "You're the real goods, Sis. Hell, forget about me raping you. More like the other way around--your ass raping my prick." This made it Christy's turn to tease. "You bragging or complaining?" "Just telling the truth, Sis," Denny said. "You're the best!" "Then," Christy chuckled through the towel, "I'd better keep living up to my reputation." She began rocking back and forth on her knees so her tight asshole tugged and hauled her brother's cock. In the process, something gave way within her, in much the same way it did in her cunt when her cherry had been popped. Only this time, rather than blood, the sticky flow which seeped around the cock fucking her was more like female fudge. "Oooooh, can you feel it?" Christy asked, picking up on the slimy sensation at once. "Feel my fucked ass leaking? Getting your cock so dirty with you know what?" Denny tested his sister's slippery asshole with what was now his thoroughly lubed cock, sliding back and then lurching forward in to the hilt. "Yeah, brother dear, that's right, you did it. Kept your promise," Christy said. "Fucked the shit out of me ..." She interrupted herself by shuddering from head to toe. "... got me shitting and coming at the same time," she moaned with ecstasy. "Coming and shitting." By now the towel that was supposed to gag Christy had fallen away from her face. So she put it to another use, wadding it in her hand and reaching behind to dab the excess shit which leaked down her inner thighs from her fucked ass. Then she brought the stained towel back to her face and sniffed it, getting high on her own funky aroma. "Soooo dirty," she joyously murmured. "Just makes me wanna get even nastier." "Don't see how it could get any dirtier than this, Sis," Denny said. That was like a dare to Christy in her current frame of mind, and she readily accepted the challenge. Can't get any dirtier? she scoffed;. "We'll find out about that." Denny was curious about where his sister was leading the next. However, to his surprise, Christy now told him to take his cock out of her ass. "Huh?" He gulped, puzzled why she'd pick this moment to end the butt-fuck just when it was as its filthiest. "Just do what I say!" Christy snapped. Denny reluctantly withdrew. Fresh from his sister's shit-pit, his rigid cock looked as if it had been smeared with chocolate. "Mmmmmm, disgusting, isn't it?" Christy asked over her shoulder as she and her brother both looked at his butt-fucked cock. "Now what am I supposed to do with my cock?" Denny asked. "Well, what else?" giggled Christy. "Clean your cock off. I told you, it's disgusting." "Give me the towel, then ..." "No, silly, I mean clean your cock off the dirtiest way there is," Christy said, continuing to confuse her brother. "'Fraid you're gonna have to explain better than that, Sis," Denny mumbled. "Dunno what you're talking about." "Well, actions always speak louder than words, don't they?" That said, Christy was abruptly no longer kneeling over the john. Instead, she'd bobbed up and around to perch herself on the seat. And, next, one leg angled over so she could prop her foot in the sink. After that, the other leg stretched to rest on the dirty clothes hamper. Her clit seemed to jump out at her brother from between her spread thighs--her wide-open cunt. Danny reacted, glancing at his filthy cock as he muttered, "You mean you want this ..." His gaze then darted to his sister's yawning cunt. "... in there?" "Can't think of a better place to wash your cock clean," Christy giggled some more. "A better, wetter place than my juicy cunt." But Denny hesitated about filling that pink cunt with a cock so gross as his. Then, as he stalled, Christy lost her patience. Those long legs of hers reached out and seized her startled brother, pulling him tightly into fucking range. "Remember this?" she asked, waving the towel in Denny's face. "Well, it's not gagging me anymore. So if I start screaming that you really did rape me, everyone'll hear." "Th-that's not fair, Sis." Denny choked on the threat. "I'd go to jail." "Not if you play ball by balling my cunt with your dirty cock," Christy said. Trapped, Denny had to stick his dirty cock into his sister's demanding cunt. And, as soon as he had, Christy slung the towel around his ass, tugging an end in each of her hands to guide the movement of his hips so they'd roll to her liking. "Oooooh, yes this is how I wanna finish up."Christy moaned, making Denny's cock pump nonstop in her grinding cunt. "Fucked up the ass and then in my cunt by the same big, hard prick! How could any horny little sister ask for anything more from her big, hung brother?" She was getting awfully loud at this point. Denny broke into a cold sweat worrying about her being overheard by the rest of the family. And what about when she came again? The way she was going, she might raise the roof. She read his mind. "Still afraid about going to jail, Brother dear?" An ashen Denny nodded. "Relax," Christy told him. "Relax and enjoy it. You can trust me. Nobody'll know how much I come except me and you." Then Christy whipped the towel free from her brother's ass, startling him by snapping it in the air. From there, Denny watched her stuff a corner of it in her mouth. And only then did she begin coming. Sighing with relief as his sister's wails of pleasure were muffled by the towel while she came, Denny took Christy's advice and relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the fuck. Enjoyed it so much that when he shot his wad, he had to grab the other end of the towel and stuff it in his mouth too, silently screaming along with his sister in perfect harmony.

Collections/Aerosmit/brother&sister/christybro.txt

From Happy Days

"Whatcha doing, Richie?" She spoke softly, almost a whisper, but it was enough to startle me. I grabbed my cock with both hands to cover up. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you." This was funny, my little sister trying to comfort me, her big brother. But it worked. My heart slowed down to a more normal beat as I looked across the bed. Joanie was standing right at the edge, right by my feet. Her oval, freckled face was beaming down at me. She'd changed into a nightgown, one that must've been a hand-me-down because the material was worn pretty thin and the pink and blue embroidery around the collar was frayed a lot. It was transparent enough for me to make out the outline of her body. She was just starting to hit puberty then, I guess. There was only the slightest of hints of a curve to her waist. She didn't really have any breasts, but Mom had gotten her a training bra and she wore it all the time. I could see the white triangles through the gown. I'd loosened my grip on my cock, and I suddenly realized it was rising up above my hands, standing stiff and straight. Joanie followed my eyes. "Wow, Richie! You're big!" I blushed, at first with pride. Then I remembered this was my baby sister! I was naked in front of her, and it was making my cock swell. Even as I thought about how terrible that was, my cock got bigger and harder. I couldn't figure it out. I'd never thought of Joanie THAT way; she was just a kid. OK, she wasn't really a kid anymore; I'd even wondered why Mom had bothered to make me stay and watch her that weekend. Joanie had already baby-sat herself for a couple of families on the block. And her face had lost all of its baby fat; she was obviously going to be a really pretty girl when she got older. Oh, heck, she was pretty now. Her lips were fuller than Betty's, and her brown eyes had this kinda sexy twinkle sometimes ... God, I was doing it to myself, I thought. My cock was eight inches long now, bobbing a bit up and down like a skier waiting at the top of a jump. As I looked up from my cock, I saw that Joanie was staring at it too. Her eyes were wide open and her pink tongue was peeking out between her lips, rubbing back and forth slowly. I saw a blush spread over her face when she realized I knew what she was looking at. "Haven't you ever seen a boy's -- you know?" "I saw Tommy Johnson's when we were six, but it didn't look anything like that," she whispered back. "It was small and stubby and it looked kinda soft. And he didn't have any hair ... down there." "Well, all boys are like that when they're kids. When we grow up, we get hair. And mine isn't always so big, it's just ..." I stopped. What could I say? It's just that I got hot thinking about my baby sister? And what did I think I was doing, just lying there naked, anyway? I grabbed for the sheet to pull it over me, but Joanie held it back. "No, don't. It's OK. If you're worried about me telling Mom and Dad, don't. I won't tell. Just like I won't tell about you and Bet... oops." My cock quickly deflated. "You heard?" "Yeah," she said shyly, ducking her head. "That's why I'm here." She sat down on the edge of the bed. "I heard what you said, and what Potsie said. I bet that Betty's a stuck-up girl like her little sister Tracy. I remember how long you worked on that poem you wrote for her last week -- and she didn't even say 'Thank you,' I bet. ... And I heard how you stuck up for me when Potsie called me a brat. That was really sweet, Richie." As she finished, she looked up at me again. "Oh, Richie, your thing's so much smaller! Did I do something wrong?" "No, no, it's ..." "It's Betty, isn't it? It's 'cause I reminded you about her." She paused and seemed to be making up her mind about something. "It wasn't right, what Betty did. When I heard about it, I wanted to do something to help. But I couldn't think of what, until I saw you running past my room." She reached a hand out tentatively. "Jenny Piccolo said guys like it if you touch their things. Can I touch yours?" I stared at her. I couldn't believe this! My kid sister, the little girl I'd seen in diapers, wanted to touch my cock? I thought about it. She was really cute, and I was horny. But could I...? Even as I thought about it, my cock started to swell again. "Oooh, I think you want me to," Joanie cooed. She softly encircled my rod with her right hand. The warm touch sent a shiver all the way up my spine and I let out a deep sigh. "What do I do now, Richie?" I should have told her to stop. I should have sent her out of the room and gotten dressed. I should have done a lot of things. But what I did was say, "That feels really good, Sis. Now move your hand up and down, real slow. Yeah. All the way up to the tip, and down. Mmmmmm." I lay back on the bed as Joanie's small hand massaged my cock. I tried not to think about how I was corrupting my kid sister. Then ... I felt a warm breath on the head of my dick, and it was engulfed in a hot, wet embrace. "What?" I yelped, as I looked down to see my little sister swallowing my cock. She slipped it out of her mouth. "Sssshh." She grinned. "This is something else I learned from Jenny Piccolo. She showed me on a banana. Am I doing it all right?" With that, she swooped down onto my dick again and began to bob up and down on it, holding her lips in a tight "O" that sizzled up and down the rod while her tongue flicked out at the tip. I had never even dared think about asking Betty to give me a blow job, and now Joanie ... well, I was going to have to change the way I thought about her. Fast. And faster. She picked up the rhythm, her dark hair flying as her head bounced up and down while her hand kept rubbing the rest of my cock. The bed was creaking and squeaking as I finally let out a loud groan. "Look out, Joanie! I'm commmmmmmmiiiinnnngggg!" She pulled her head up just in time to get a jet of cum across her face. Her eyes flew open in surprise. When she flicked out her tongue and had a taste, though, she smiled and licked some more off. "Mmmm," she said, "it's as good as Jenny said." I reached down and pulled her up to me. "Joanie, that was wonderful. I've never had anything so good. You're the best sister ever." Looking at her cute face with globs of my spunk still spattered here and there, I couldn't resist. I pulled her closer and pressed my lips to hers. I'd heard the expression "a tie is like kissing your sister," but I don't think this was what they meant. She kept her lips slightly open, and as we pressed together she slipped her hot tongue inside me. I flicked back at it, one hand entangling itself in her hair as the other slipped down and caressed her tight little butt. We became lost in passion. I kissed my way from her mouth down to her neck, licking and sucking around to her tender ear. When I slipped my tongue into it, she yipped as her body shook. "Richie!" I whispered into her ear, my warm breath washing over it. "I've learned a few things too, little Sis." We kissed and licked for several minutes. Then Joanie slipped out of my arms and stood beside the bed. "Richie ... I love you," she said in a deep, sighing voice. "Can I, can I ask you something? There's, um, there's something else Jenny told me about." She pressed her lips together tightly and squeezed her arms at her side. I reached out and took her hand. "It's OK, Joanie. What?" She took a deep breath. "Jenny-said-boys-could-do-girls-like-I-did-you-but-they-don't-like-to-Could-you-do-me-please?" The words tumbled out fast, as if she was afraid if she stopped for a second she'd be too afraid to go on. "I've never done that, Joanie -- but I'll try," I said. The familiar grin broke out on her face, like the sun coming out after a gray morning. I couldn't help but love her, I thought. "What do I do, Richie?" "Well, I guess ... Take your clothes off, first." I lifted the nightgown over her head. As I'd thought, she still looked like a little girl on the outside, without any real curves. But as I slipped off her training bra, I could see that her nipples were long and hard, standing out from the dark circles around them. And when I pulled off her panties, I could see the first few wisps of hairs above her pussy. I moved over on the bed to make room for her. "Now you lie down," I said. Moving between her legs, I licked from her feet to her crotch as I gently spread her thighs apart. Better take it slow, I thought. I moved up further, sliding my tongue around her belly button, then taking each of her nipples into my mouth and sucking. I could feel her smooth, warm skin next to mine. My cock had already gotten hard again and was rubbing on her legs. I kissed her again, then moved all the way down to her crotch. A pungent aroma was already rising from her pussy as I nibbled around the edges. Joanie's hands grabbed my head as her knees rose up around me. "Nnnnice, Richie! Ooooh, that's so good!" Gently, I began to lick her labia, already slightly wet. She wiggled her pussy in my face and urged me on, but I was afraid to do too much at once.Plus, I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing. After licking up and down at the entrance to her pussy for a while, I used both hands to spread the lips slightly and slipped my tongue inside. "Aaaaaaah! Richie, yes! Yes-yes-yes! Unnnggghh!" I guessed I must be doing something right. I pushed my tongue in further and in and out. My fingers roamed outside the now-slick cunt of my baby sister, until I felt something like a small, hard button. As soon as I touched it, a jolt shot through Joanie's body. A sudden realization hit me: her clit! For all my hopes with Betty and the boasts Potsie, Ralph and I made, I'd never done anything like this before, and I'd never really known what all the words we used meant. It felt kind of weird to be getting a sex education from my kid sister. Before I could waste too much time thinking about it, though, Joanie's thighs closed around me and she called out. "Don't stop, Rich! That feels so good!" She gasped several times, and her voice got low and soft. "Richie, that's it. Touch me there. Oh, rub it. And lick me. My whole body's burning up with you, Richie. Uhhhh, please, yes, right there. Oh, Richie, I love you. I love you!" All at once she stiffened. "Gaaaaah-nnnnng-unnnnnnh-AAAAAAAHHHH! Oh, God, Richie, did I cum? I think I ccuuuuuuunnnnnnnggghhh-AAAAAHHHH!" This time it was Joanie who pulled me up for a deep kiss, licking her own juices off my face. As we nuzzled, my stiff cock was at the gate of her pussy. I felt the hot, slippery fluids from her washing over the tip of my dick. I looked straight into her warm brown eyes. "Did Jenny Piccolo tell you about anything else? I mean, about what boys and girls can do ...?" "You mean ... Oh, Richie, do you want to fuck me?" Hearing my kid sister use words like that turned me on even more than ever. "Yes, yes, Joanie, I want to fuck you. I want to put my cock inside you and feel your pussy around me. Please, Joanie, I love you so much, can I?" She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "Yes, please, yes! I want you inside me! I want you deep in me, Richie!" I pushed my cock up to the entrance of her steaming tunnel and slowly slipped inside. She was tight, even tighter than when she'd sucked me. But all the juices made it easy to push in, her pussy lips squeezing around the inflamed head of my dick. I felt the wide helmet pop past the lips, which immediately tightened again around my rod. I almost came right then, but I held it there for a long time until that feeling went away. Then I began to stroke, real slow and gentle. The feeling was a hundred times better than I'd ever expected. I kept pushing in a bit further every time, carefully probing for Joanie's maidenhead. Soon I had three or four inches inside her, and still nothing stood in the way. "Joanie, I..." I heard a soft giggle. "I used a candle, Richie. Three months ago. That's something else Jenny taught me." "Remind me to thank Jenny next time I see her," I murmured. I was happy that the pain of breaking her hymen wouldn't interrupt our lovemaking. Opening my eyes, I looked down at Joanie's face, now flushed and covered with sweat and cum and juices. My little sister's first fuck, I thought, and it was me! Somehow it felt right, now, that I'd be the one, not some fumbling jerk who didn't really care for her ... like I didn't care for Betty, it occurred to me. Yes, this was the right thing. By now I was plunging all the way inside her, burying my cock to the hilt in the hot, sopping wet pussy, then pulling out. Joanie was bucking her slim hips back at me in a primal beat. "Fuck me, Richie. Fuck me so good. Ohhhh, you feel so good inside me. Deeper. Deeper! DEEPER! YES! Ohhh, Richie, it's wonderful! Oh, God, it feels so good." Her legs closed tight around me, her feet sticking straight up in the air. I couldn't believe I could go so deep inside her! Her fingers clawed at my back and my knees ached a little and my arms were stiff but I didn't really feel much of that at all. It seemed like my mind was wired directly to my cock and the feel of Joanie's soft pussy squeezing along the rod and the tip bumping up against the back of her cunt and the base bouncing against her crotch. She brought her heels down against my butt, pressing me deeper. "Harder! Faster!" Joanie urged me on. "Fuck me harder, please, pleasepleaseplease-yes-that's-it-that's-it!" The bedsprings were screeching, the sheet and blanket had slipped off onto the floor, the pillows had fallen off and Joanie's head was bouncing up and down on the mattress, sweat flying off as she bucked and jerked and I had never loved anyone as much as I loved her at that moment. I felt a burning deep within and I knew it was time. "Joanie, I'm cuuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggggg!" Waves of jism pulsed through my rod and exploded into her as her pussy convulsed, squeezing me dry. "Me too, Richie, me toooooooo-AAAAAAHHHHH!" She trembled and stiffened, trembled and stiffened, her fingers digging into my sides as her eyes flew open and she stared blankly at the ceiling. "Aaaaannnnnggggghhhh! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-AAAAAHHHHH!" As my cock made its last feeble pulses, all at once I felt the ache in my arms and the friction that had rubbed my knees raw. I slipped out of Joanie and rolled over onto the bed next to her, taking her in my arms and kissing her long and hard. "Richie," she said, her eyes softly shining, "I do love you. You're so good to me. Can we do it again?" "Mmmm, yes, little Sis, anytime you want." The thought of making love to Joanie again made me press my mouth to hers again. How wonderful! My baby sister and I, lovers! Soon, Joanie slipped a hand down to caress my cock back to life as she snuggled up to me, sticking her tongue into my ear. Before I knew it, she had rolled me over onto my back. Incredibly, my dick was stiff and straight again. Joanie got on top of me and slowly lowered herself onto my cock, letting it slide past her slippery lips and all the way up. At first she kept it slow, sometimes even lifting all the way off so that the tip would have to pop into her lips again. I reached up and twiddled her nipples between my fingers, feeling her heart beating swiftly beneath her sweaty skin. Then Joanie picked up the pace, until soon she was bouncing up and down as if she were riding a bucking bronco. My hands slipped down her silky body to rest on her hips, holding onto her as the speeding friction drove me wild again. Her voice was like a helicopter traffic guy's, all jerky because of the bouncing: "Oh-oh Ri-hich-hie I-hi lov-ove yo-hou! Fu-huck me ye-hes ye-hes uh-NG-GAAAH-haaa-GAAa-aaaaaaaaahhhh-DDDeehaaaa!" My cock was still hard and I urged her on even after her orgasm. She must have ridden me for 30 minutes before she finally cried out, "Oh, Go-haaad Ri-hichie I-hi can't ta-hake this mu-huch loooonnnggge-hheeerr!" I eased her off me -- my cock was so swollen that I was afraid it would break -- and had her lie face down on the bed, already soaked with our sweat and juices. Quickly I moved behind her and pressed my dick up against her puckered little asshole. I don't know why I thought of it, except from raw sexual passion. Smearing some of the juices from her pussy onto her other hole, I worked my index finger inside her and then slowly but firmly pressed my cock in its place. "Richie! Richie, Jenny didn't say anything about this? What are you doing?" "I love you, Joanie, and I want all of you! It'll be all right! Just relax and let me -- oooohhhh, yes!" My dick slid inside her asshole, even tighter than her pussy. With my hands I kept her small butt cheeks separated as I began to stroke. I kept the rhythm slow and steady until I felt the familiar burning and my jism blasted deep into Joanie's ass. "I'm cummmmiinnngggg!" The next several years were the best I've ever known. Joanie and I had many happy days together. Joanie blossomed into a beautiful young woman with ample breasts, shapely legs and the hottest mouth in Milwaukee. When she finished school, I asked her to marry me and she, of course, said yes. So, my sister Joanie became my wife Joanie and now she is also mother Jonie. Yes, my sister and I have two lovely children now and our happy days continue.

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JeanPaul

Looks Good to Her -- Part II

"Wow, Pauly, where did you learn to fuck like that? I thought you were a virgin." "Was that good? Cool. I just did it the way they write about in those books about fucking." "What books about fucking?" "The paperbacks... You know like this one," he said, reaching down the side of his bed and under the mattress. He handed me a well-worn little paperback titled, "Teen Party Girl," with some lame rhyme on the back summarizing the storyline. It was about a girl who's the town slut and apparently she ends up doing it with her brothers too. Except for the extra brother, it could be about me. The cover had a photo of a girl that didn't look much different from me, bodywise at least. "Okay, one book similar to this situation. It's just a coincidence." "You got any more?" I asked Pauly. "Yeah, you want to see 'em?" "Yeah." "'Kay," he said, rolling over me to go to the closet. As he reached up to the corner of the top shelf, toward his out-of-sight stash, I watched his still half-hard cock bobbing back and forth. After sliding some other boxes aside, he pulled a big boot box down and headed back to the bed. When he set it down next to me and opened it, I was amazed at how much he had in there. A few regular mags like Club and Hustler, about 20 or more of the explicit paperbacks, and even a couple of those really hardcore mags. "Where did you get so many of these?" I asked, starting to look at the paperbacks. "There's a convenience store down on Campbell that sells 'em to me. Those at least," he said, indicating the paperbacks. "The mags I got from Joe. He's a real porn head." Joe was the brother-in-law I'd seen fucking my sister one night that I had stayed at their place. "He is?" "Oh yeah, he's even set it up so I can watch him and Shelly doing it a few times." "Shell let you watch them fuck?" "No way, he gets me to come over while she's out, and I hide out in the spare bedroom and watch down the hall as they get it on. Then I slip out the window." I file that away, wondering if it had been an accident that time I had seen them when I stayed the night at their house. As Pauly was telling me about all this, I had continued to look through the books. A few of them were just horny housewife stories, a couple about horny teachers seducing their students, one about girls fucking dogs, but most of them were about incest of some sort. I noticed some with little dog-ears on some pages 'til I got to one that wasn't just dog-eared, it had a couple of pages folded down halfway. When I pulled it from the stack, it flopped open to one the marked pages like it had been bent back there many times. "You really like this part in this one, huh?" Pauly actually blushed and got a little sheepish, "Yeah, it's really hot." "Let's read it." "Okay," Pauly replied, just sitting there on the side of the bed for a moment. "Well, get this out of the way and lie down next to me," I directed, indicating the porn stash. He did, and I started to read the passage aloud to Pauly. It didn't start with hardcore sex, but with a brother and sister watching TV. She was wearing a long nightgown and was laying on a couch with her feet folded up and reading. She was fidgeting, and her brother caught a glimpse up her gown. She may as well have been wearing nothing. As the story went on, she was giving him the accidental show on purpose, fidgeting every now and then, hiding and showing her pussy. Watching him over her book, she kept teasing him as if she was unaware of the show she was putting on until she made what might have been a perfectly innocent move, flopping her right leg wide while reaching down and scratching her calf, spreading her thighs wide open. She lay like that for a bit, her wet pussy open to her brother's gaze, and she watched him try to adjust his cock. That was what she wanted -- to get him hard, and as she watched him, legs flopped over the side of his big chair, trying to secretly stroke his cock, she tauntingly dropped the pretense. "Does looking at my pussy make your dick hard?" She asked, pulling up her nightgown and sliding her fingers alongside her pussy. I sensed Pauly moving next to me and looked over at him. He was casually stroking his again rock-hard cock as I read the book to him. I reached down and grasped the shaft and slowly slid my hand up its length as he dropped his own hand away. "You really like these brother-sister stories, don't you Pauly?" "Yeah, they really turn me on. Sometimes I imagine it's you and me, that always gets me off." Putting the book down and releasing my grip on his cock, I moved around so that I was sitting at the foot of the bed between Pauly's feet. I sat there with my legs spread, my feet on the bed outside his knees. "You like to think of me playing with my pussy like this?" I taunted him as my fingers spread the wet folds of my puffy pussy lips. A more breathy, "Yeah," was his reply as he moved to grip his cock again. "No, don't touch your cock yet. I like the way it looks bobbing in the air like that." I really did like the looks of it. Hard enough to stand up nearly ninety degrees to his body, I could count his heartbeat as his cock went completely straight up with every pulse of his excited blood. I slowly rolled my clit with my left middle finger as I slipped the fingers of my right hand up and down along my lips. Spreading the mixture of my juices and Pauly's jism around got my fingers glistening and slippery, and as I flattened my middle and ring finger between my lips, I could feel a trickle of the juice dribbling out of my pussy. Sliding those two fingers inside myself slowly, I watched Pauly's cock. It looked like it was getting even harder with each pulse beat. Pressing the heel of my thumb against my clit, I moved my left hand up to twirl one of my nipples as I started to just pivot my fingers in and out of my pussy. Curling my fingers as I pulled them out and straightening them as I finger-fucked myself, I maintained contact on the hard nubbin of my clit. "Does this look like what you imagined when you were beating off to those books Pauly?" "Better, lots better. Your pussy is a lot wetter than I ever thought it could be." "Looking at your big, beautiful cock just makes it wetter," I replied. "And you know what Pauly?" "What?" he answered, struggling not to jerk his cock as I raised myself up onto my knees, moving my pussy till I was hovering over his cock. "I want it again," I said as I slipped my pussy onto his cockhead. Putting my hands on his chest, I held Pauly down as I slid down as slowly as I could. I really wanted to just drop all the way, but it felt so good to feel the thickness of his cock opening me up as it slid deeper and deeper. I could feel the head of it pressing against my cervix and looked down to see that more than an inch of it was left to go in. Rolling my hips around on his cock, I worked it around and around, loving the way it filled me up. As I forced myself down to take the rest of it in, his cock stretched my pussy walls till they were tight around him. I might not have planned to fuck Pauly, but feeling that monster rod filling me up better than ever before made up my mind that we'd be doing this a lot more often.Sliding my hands up to his shoulders and down his arms, I took Pauly's hands in mine as I rose upward, clenching my pussy around the emptiness it left as it slid out. Leaning forward, I stopped with just the head of his cock in me. "Fuck me, Pauly. Fuck my hot cunt," I whispered hotly to him as I started downward again. Pauly began pushing his hips toward mine, matching my own languorous rhythm and working his hips around against my own motions. After a few more strokes in and out, another small orgasm was rocking me, and my pussy began milking his cock. I don't know how long we kept up like that; I was in such a state of delirium. I slumped over Pauly semi-conscious a few times as he just kept slowly, inexorably sliding his cock in and out of my spasming body. I can't remember when he came, or even if he did, because I finally did just pass out with him fucking me like that slowly, leisurely as I came and came. When I awoke, I was lying on my side with Pauly spooning me. It was dark as I looked to see the time -- 5:30. Just in case Mom came to wake us up, I extracted myself from his arms, amazed in the process to realize that Pauly's cock was hard again. I was tempted to wake him for just one more fuck, but decided that my pussy could use a rest too and padded off to my own bed. In my own bed again, I quickly drifted off to sleep as I vowed to myself that this was just the first time I had fucked my sweet brother and not the last. Chapter Nine - A Look in the Mirror My sister, Nancy, had been staying out pretty late ever since she'd got her license, and I really didn't see her that much around the house except on weekend mornings. When I did see her, I usually got pretty horny. As I'd become aware of my own sexuality, she wasn't just a sister anymore. She was a sexy older woman, too. When she started hanging out with Lisa, I had no reason to believe in my sister's innocence any longer. Lisa had a reputation that was even known at the junior high school. One of the guys in my class had claimed that more than a few times, Lisa had come home with his older brother and fucked while they thought the house was empty. (I found out later how true that story had been, but at the time it was believable enough anyway.) "Good girls" didn't hang out with sluts, so I didn't see my sister as the cold cock teaser that she might have been. I figured that she must have been just as horny as I was. It didn't seem to matter though. How was I going to get my older sister interested in me, her little pipsqueak brother? In a way, I guess my brother-in-law kinda encouraged me to think of my sisters sexually. I spent a lot of time over at my sister's house while she was away because Joe would show me new stuff from his porn collection all the time, and he had a lot. He had magazines, Hustler, Penthouse, hardcore, everything you could imagine, even some European ones with girls Nancy's age and even some as young as me. He also had a bunch of paperbacks that he loaned me. Sometimes, when I was over at their house, he would pull out the super 8 films that I'd watch on a little editing machine (this was before video). He always encouraged me to masturbate while looking at the stuff, and I did. He talked about how all my sisters turned him on, not just his wife, my sister Shelly. He had a sister that was just as many years older than him as Nancy was to me, and he talked about how horny she had made him when he was my age. He told me how he thought it was such a compliment to her that he always had a hard-on whenever he was around her. It had been his idea that I might get Nancy interested in me by just leaving my door open a little bit when I wacked off at night. Partly because it would look hot, but also as I learned from him, I was pretty well hung. From all the books and stories, I figured I was pretty average, after all they always talk about guys with nothing less than eight-inch cocks. Joe convinced me that I was lucky to measure up to the porn studs and stories. If Nancy was at all interested in size, she'd have to become very interested when she got a good look at my well-grown cock. So I followed Joe's advice and started leaving my door open a bit, hoping Nance would like what I had to offer enough to make a move. The only problem was that she was hardly ever home early enough anymore. I just couldn't wait for her to get home before I had to get off, especially when I had some new stroke books to get off with. There had been a few nights when she had been in her room and I had left the door open just an inch or so. There I'd be stroking my cock, imagining her lying in her bed naked, picturing her getting up and walking down the hall to my room and stopping at my door. I listened for any hint that maybe my fantasy was actually occurring, but that's what it seemed it would always be -- just a fantasy. But as the cliché goes, good things take a little more time. It had been a really horny day for me, starting with second period. Ms. Wendle, who was just about the most attractive teacher in the junior high. Still young enough for kids our age to be interested in, she was also built with some amazing curves that kept the guys distracted. She didn't try to de-emphasize anything either - favoring well-fitted outfits and especially tight sweaters that really fueled our adolescent fantasies. She had worn a new one of those sweaters that day. Thin, light, and low-cut, it pretty much just put her lush, soft tits on display. That and the fact that her nipples were noticeably hard had all the guys in the class equally so. That wasn't so uncommon, but what else happened to me in her class was part of what fueled my excitement later. I don't know why, but I had to go up to her desk with my notes and discuss them. As she sat at her desk, I had to stand behind it next to her. From that position, I was looking over her shoulder and directly down that triple-D valley of female delights. I was distracted enough to say the word "city" as "titty." I'm still not sure if she even noticed or if she was just so cool about it that she just ignored it. As she moved to return the paper, she grasped it and turned toward me, swinging the back of her hand right onto the head of my cock. She quickly lifted the paper upward, ending the contact, but the quick brush may as well have been a deliberate stroking of my hard shaft. Quickly returning to my seat, I lost all focus on what was going on in the class as my imagination played with the possibilities of what had happened. I was soon picturing her pulling my cock free as I had stood there and sliding my cock shaft between her tits as she slathered the head of it, coaxing me to shoot a wad all over her face. When the class was over, I still had a notable erection. I had never really learned to be embarrassed about walking around with a hard-on. I did keep my notebook held low as I moved through the hall, but when I got to my locker, I didn't worry about it. I was just standing there exchanging my books, daydreaming about Ms. Wendle, when I felt a hot female butt pressing into my crotch. Deanne Upton, who had the locker next to me, had managed to step back right into me as she closed her locker. She quickly stepped away with an "excuse me," a blush, and a demure smile. My fantasies quickly moved back to girls my own age. There were other instances through the day that had left me incredibly horny by the time I got home. I had managed to wack off as soon as I got home, but by the time I got to bed that evening, I had relived all the incidents of the day and was feeling extremely horny again. I wasn't even thinking about showing off for Nancy; I just had to get off. It was one of those nights when I, after I came, I'd just keep casually stroking my half-hard shaft as I kept reading some porn till my cock was hard again and I was wacking it hard. After I'd gotten off a few times, I dozed off for a little bit, maybe an hour or so. When I awakened, I was lying on my side, and my eyes focused on the magazine I'd left lying next to me. It was open to a particularly juicy spread of Marilyn Chambers that had me again stroking my hard cock. It was just a few minutes later when I heard the creak of a floorboard outside my door. There was only one person who would be outside my door at that time of night - Nancy - so as I realized that, I committed myself to giving her a good show. The chance I'd practically given up on had finally presented itself, and I was going to give her the best show I could. At least I'd had the little nap to recover. From the films Joe had shown me, I knew I shot pretty big loads of cum, but an hour earlier and I was almost drained. As I lay there thinking of Nancy being just outside my door (I knew she was because if she had moved from the spot, I would have heard another floorboard creak), I dropped the magazine to my side and pictured in my mind what she was doing as she watched. Sliding my fist up and down my cock, I pictured her standing there squeezing her nipples, sliding a hand down to her pussy and fingering herself. In my mind, I could see her sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy as I fucked the air through my pumping fist. I kept jerking my cock with long, full strokes, making sure that she could see just how long and hard it was. Eventually, I could even hear her out there in the hall. I could tell she was trying to keep quiet, but I could still hear a few muffled moans. As I heard them, the picture of her in my mind changed to having her splayed before me as I drove my cock deeply into her pussy. I couldn't keep from cumming at that thought. I really wanted to turn toward the door, aim my cock right at her, looking out the opening in the door to where I knew she was standing, and shoot my cum right at her. As the first jet of cum flew from my cock, I pictured it arcing through the air toward her.I imagined her getting on her knees to catch my cum, begging me to cover her with it as I shot another jet of jizz harder than I could remember ever cumming before. It flew through the air past the foot of my bed to splatter on the wall across from me. After a few more spurts, I was spent. What I wanted to do was get up and open my door completely and invite Nancy in for a closer look, but I just lay there listening for movement in the hall. Before I heard her feet, I heard her breathing, or rather panting breaths. I knew enough to realize that she must have been just as turned on watching me as I had been giving her the show. Maybe Joe's idea was going to work for me after all. I sure hoped so as I listened to my sister's light footsteps as she went back to her room. I just hoped she was as horny for cock as I imagined and that she wouldn't be thinking of me as just a geeky kid anymore. Beyond showing off like this, though, I had no idea what to do next. If anything more was going to happen, she'd have to make the move. As I turned off my light and dropped off to sleep, I was wondering what would happen next. Chapter 10 -- My Sister the Mega Slut The next morning was the same as usual. Nancy and I went our separate ways to school, not even seeing each other that morning. In a way, I tried not to think about the night before, after all, as things were Nancy was in control. Even though I had masturbated while my sister had been watching, she had no reason to know that I knew she had been watching. The whole plan depended on her making a move on me. I just made my way to school and tried not to think about it. I didn't feel like eating lunch at school so I rode my bike home to watch some TV and eat there. I'd do that on occasion and I don't know how it worked out, but I'd always been alone. No one else was in the house when I came home for lunch. Today was different though. I saw a car parked out back as I put my bike next to the house. It wasn't my parents' or Nancy's car so I quietly entered the front door wondering who might be there. As I heard Nancy's voice coming from the den, my worry dissipated as my curiosity and excitement rose. Excitement because I had heard Nancy yelling "Yeah that's it, fuck me. Don't hold back, fuck me, fuck me hard, pound my pussy with your cock!" I made my way quietly through the house to see what had inspired such a nasty exclamation. The sight before me had my cock stiffening immediately. Spotlighted in the sun streaming through the skylight, there in the middle of the den was my sister on her knees with one guy fucking her from behind as she swallowed another guy's cock. Seeing her fucking two guys at once confirmed that she was the slut I hoped she was, and more. She had her nose buried in the pubes of the guy she was sucking off when I first caught sight of them. As he pulled his hips back, I realized she was taking a lot of cock all the way down her throat. From all the porn I'd seen I knew how rare a deep throater was and I just about lost my load as I watched Nancy let that guy fuck his cock in and out of her mouth like it was her pussy. It didn't take much of that before he was splattering her face with wads of his cum. Nancy just slumped down on her shoulders as the other guy kept pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. The first guy practically dragged her up by her nipples and she just reacted by asking for more. She was soon sucking on his cock again, and once she'd gotten him hard again she shoved him down onto his back. As she pulled her pussy off the other, of course, disappointed guy's cock to straddle the first guy, I knew what I hoped would happen next. I didn't expect it to actually happen till I heard her tell the guy kneeling with his dick swinging in the air that she had something special for him. Nancy slid her pussy down the first guy's rod until it was buried balls deep. Lying down on his chest, she put both her hands on her ass and looked back over her shoulder, "Fuck my ass. I want both your cocks fucking me." I'd been slowly stroking my cock almost absent-mindedly as I watched, but when she told the guy to fuck her ass I gripped my cock tight at the base to keep from shooting my wad on the spot. I still had a sort of half-cum as a dribble of jizz forced past my grip as Nancy took that second cock into her ass. She and the guy with his cock in her pussy lay still as the other guy slid his cock up her butt slowly. His cock still glistened with her pussy juices like it was oiled up and it appeared to slip in easy enough until he was about balls deep in her ass. Now that she had both cocks buried in her ass and pussy she told them, "Oh, yeah now just fuck me." As they began to work up a rhythm, Nancy started fucking back on them too. Rolling her hips around, she started working those cocks in her. She was moaning and moving like she was having a seizure. The way she was whipping her head around, I was afraid she might spot me at any moment, but I couldn't have torn myself away from the sight. As they fucked and fucked Nancy got nastier and nastier, and as she commanded the guys, "Yeah, Fuck me, Fuck me! Shoot your hot cum for me!" I imagined myself slam-fucking her ass and I couldn't hold back my cum. Cupping my left hand over the head of my cock as I shot off I thought for a moment that Nancy had been looking me right in the eyes, but ignored it as my imagination. There was no way she could have seen me in the dark hallway. It seemed we were all cumming together, and I realized I had to get away before I was discovered. I dashed up the stairs to my room. As I lay in my bed the image of my sister getting double fucked filled my thoughts. I put a glob of Vaseline on my cock as I visualized myself as the guy sliding into her hungry ass. With that image in my head I was again as hard as ever. I came quickly as I imagined pulling my sister back to ride on my cock, but I was still turned on and just kept fucking my fist imagining it was my sister's hot ass riding me as I heard them driving off. The last cum took a little longer, and I napped a little after it. By the time I came back to reality, it was time to head back for school. I hadn't gotten to eat anything, but this was the best lunch I'd ever had! Chapter 10 -- Who seduced whom? Going to school that afternoon was pretty pointless. I had only one thing on my mind. I usually was thinking of nothing other than sex in the afternoons with a little room left to concentrate on school, but that afternoon there wasn't any room in my thoughts for my regular education. The sound of my sister yelling out, "Yeah that's it, fuck me. Don't hold back, fuck me, fuck me hard, pound my pussy with your cock!" kept running through my head. As I pictured Nancy there in the middle of the den begging to get fucked harder and harder by those guys plowing her pussy and ass, I kept putting myself into the scene. Sometimes I was fucking her ass. Sometimes she was sliding her pussy up and down my cock as she begged us to pound fuck her. Most of the time I just pictured her with me. It was a lot easier to picture her in my mind now that I had a complete image of her to maneuver in my fantasies. Not only did I have a complete picture of her totally naked, which I could only fabricate from what I had seen of her in various skimpy outfits. Now I also had that picture of how she fucked, and just what she looked like as she came. The more I thought of that moment when I thought she had been cumming, when she had been her sluttiest and hottest looking, when I thought I had imagined she was looking me right in the eye as she had yelled seeming right at me, "Shoot your cum for me, baby!! FUCK!!!" The more I discounted it as my imagination. I might have been in the shadows, but it really seemed as though she might have figured out that I, or someone, was there. If she thought it was someone else, it would have been our parents, an intruder or someone she had been expecting. I doubt she would have continued fucking the guys if it had been either of the two former possibilities. I figured, if it was someone else she was expecting, she would have invited that person to join them. No, the more I thought about it, I realized she had expected someone to be there, and he was there. She had expected me. She knew I often came home for lunch. We had crossed paths a couple of times through the school year as she was leaving and I was arriving home. As I realized this I did begin to worry that this was going to be the end of things. She had repaid me for my show the night before with her wanton fuck-fest for my enjoyment. I really hoped it was just a teaser for more exciting things to come. The only thing that partially distracted me was my after-school music lesson, I was working on a piece for the upcoming solo competition. I knew the music so I could just lose myself to playing it. I say it only partially distracted me, because I played the trombone and soon I was ripping through arpeggios picturing the slide's movement as Nancy's ass riding my cock. Somehow I made it through that and finally made my way home again. As usual, no one else was there and I went directly to my room. After fantasizing about my sister all afternoon, I had one thing I had to do immediately. I started undoing my jeans as I'd come in the front door and just shucked them off as I stepped in to my room. Even though I was really primed, I tried to make it last. My fantasy began to merge the images of the afternoon with what I imagined Nancy had done in the hall the night before while watching me. I was in bed just as I was at that moment and Nancy was again at my door watching me. This time she didn't stay in the hall though. This time she stepped into my room and knelt at the side of the bed, and asked me to fuck her mouth with it.In my fantasy, I pictured her kneeling there at my bedside, the fingers of one hand sliding deeply in and out of her pussy as she told me how much she wanted to suck the cum out of my balls. As I envisioned her nasty pleading, I turned on the bed just as I did in the fantasy and brought myself to the edge of the bed. I dropped my hand away from my cock as I did in the fantasy to let her put her mouth on it. Turning my fist around, thumb toward me, I imagined it was her lips sliding down my cock ever so slowly. It wasn't long before I was pumping both fists up and down my cock and spewing forth a wad as I pictured Nancy's upturned face accepting it and remembered her commanding me, "Shoot your cum for me." I was spent, but hungry. I hadn't gotten to eat for lunch. So, I quickly wiped myself off, zipped up, and headed downstairs to get a snack. As I stepped out my door, something seemed different, and I glanced toward Nancy's bedroom. She'd moved some things around, and as I stood there in my bedroom doorway, I was seeing almost all of her room reflected back at me in her full-length mirror. Hmmm... Leaving my door open, I went back and sat on my bed to see how the view was from there. Sitting up at just the right part of my bed, I only had to move about six inches to one side or another to see nearly half of her room, from the bed to the closet. I remembered that mirror had been on the other side of the room before. I got up and went to her room to see what else she might have done. Other than having moved her makeup table over a ways so she could put that mirror there, she hadn't changed anything else. Considering where she had moved the mirror from and the way it pointed right into my room, it seemed pretty obvious this little bit of see and be seen was going to continue. It looked to me like Nancy wanted to watch me from her bed. I certainly didn't mind, but I also hoped the show would work the other way around too. I was looking forward to that. The evening was uneventful -- dinner, TV, say goodnight to the folks, go to my room to watch my own TV. I stripped down and plopped onto my bed to watch the TV, but I really wasn't paying much attention to it. I was listening closely for my sister's return. She wouldn't usually get home till nearly midnight, so I was kinda caught by surprise when I heard her come in at about ten. Laying there in just the light of the TV, I waited for the sound of her footsteps coming up the stairs. I didn't have to listen too intently, she practically stamped up the steps. As I heard her steps receding toward her room, I waited just a moment to sit up for the show I expected. I sat up at the edge of my bed so I would get the best view I could from where I was. She started turning on every light in her room. Talk about obvious... it looked as if she were lighting a stage, and any doubt that I was going to be getting a show quickly dissolved as she bent over at her nightstand and started rummaging through the drawer. I could see that she wasn't actually looking for anything. She was posing, bent over at the waist, reaching back to "scratch" - she lifted her skirt up, teasingly, nearly exposing her pussy. I was barely gripping my cock, just lightly stroking it as she seemed to pause for a moment before lifting her skirt higher. I could see her pussy, and even from where I was, it seemed to glisten. Standing up, she moved to the closet and started taking out clothes, turning to face the mirror and posing as if she were comparing how they looked on her. A rather pointless deception as there was no way she could see herself if I could see her in the mirror. She wasn't looking at herself in that mirror, she was looking at me. Knowing that had my cock so rock hard that I just let go of it and sat with my hands at my sides. The only direct stimulation I gave my cock was clenching and unclenching down there. That made my cock pulse and bob a little. Eventually, she seemed done "picking out clothes" and tossed some of them over the back of a chair. I was beginning to wonder if that was going to be it. The "voyeuristic" thrill of watching her had really turned me on, but I had hoped for a little more. She stood there not looking toward me, reached down grabbing the hem of her minidress, and whipped it up over her head and off. As simple as that. There my sister stood, wearing nothing. Did she always go out like that with nothing but her naked flesh under her dress? What a slut my sister must be. She stood there for a moment looking down at her own body as she reached up and briefly tweaked one of her noticeably hard nipples. Then she moved toward the bed and picked up a little nightie that she pulled on quickly as she moved back to the closet to turn off that light. When she started to walk toward the door, I reacted in a way that I still don't quite understand. It looked like she might be coming right to my room, and yet I slipped under the covers and flipped off the TV with the remote, as if I didn't want to get caught watching her when it was obvious she wanted me to watch her. Laying there on my side, I watched her shadowy figure move toward me, and it really did look like she was going to walk right into my room for a moment. She even paused for a second next to my open door as she flipped the bathroom light on. When that light came on, she was no longer a backlit shadow, and for a second, I could see her, and that little nightie didn't hide anything but her tits. Her pussy was fully exposed and just about seven or eight feet away from where I lay. She was only there like that for a moment before she ducked into the bathroom, but it was enough. I didn't really stroke my cock so much as grip it and fuck my fist for a few strokes as I blew a load in appreciation. I wished Nancy had been watching, but I just kept stroking my cock, thinking of the show so far. I was anticipating Nancy's walk back down the hall, thinking of watching her hot naked butt as she walked back to her room kept me hard. Realizing how ridiculous it had been to hide under the covers, I turned again to sit on the side of the bed and positioned myself for the best view when she came out of the bathroom. It was a few minutes later when she opened the door, and the hallway was flooded with light from the bathroom. Leaving the light on, Nancy walked down the hall to her room and got the outfit she'd put aside earlier. This time as she walked toward the hall and on to the bathroom, I just sat there slowly stroking my cock for her. If she wanted to see me, she only had to turn her eyes a bit. She seemed to pause at my door again, and for a moment, it did look like she would come in, but she hadn't even glanced in on this trip and continued back into the bathroom. She must have hung up the outfit for later because after just a moment, the light went out, and she went back to her room and got into bed. Well, not actually in the bed under the covers, but on the bed. Picking up a book, she feigned reading as she posed there, letting her legs splay open for me to see her pussy. I wanted a closer look. For a moment, I thought about getting up and standing in the hallway just outside her door to watch, but I thought that might be too close for comfort. So, I moved a chair right over to my doorway, putting myself about a third of the way closer. It wasn't long after that that my sister dropped a hand to her thigh and began to lightly caress herself. My fist slid up and down my cock in time to the light stroke of her fingers on her own thigh. Soon she dropped the book and began touching herself all over, teasing her nipples through her nightie and sliding her fingers further up her thigh. When her fingers finally reached her pussy, she pulled the lips open widely, and I could see just how wet she was. In some of the books my brother-in-law had loaned me, they talked about unbelievable wet and juicy pussy, but the women in the magazines never looked that wet. Now seeing my sister spread wide, I understood that they hadn't been exaggerating. As she slid her fingers around, her whole crotch became coated with her juice. She slid a single finger deep inside herself, getting it well coated. Pulling that finger out, she put it to her lips and sucked her own pussy juice off of it. That really looked hot, but soon she had her fingers back in her pussy, sliding them in and out slowly. Then Nancy flipped over onto her stomach and put a hand back to spread her ass wide. Her pussy popped open and inviting. Standing up myself, I was ready to walk in there and plunge my cock deep into her pussy, thinking this was the invitation I had been waiting for, but I stopped when I saw her other hand sliding up to her pussy. I just stood there, fucking my fist and the air as I watched my sister jamming her fingers into her cunt. When she slammed three fingers deeply into herself, I had to grip my cock hard from blowing my load. Even so, I had a partial cum as a choked jet of jism oozed out the head. After that, I was able to fuck my fist in time to her hand jam, and she was really jamming her fingers into her snatch. I pictured my cock fucking in and out of her pussy hard. As much as seeing and hearing her cum made me want to cum with her, I resisted and moved back to my bed. Nancy was laid out on her bed, exhausted, with one leg hanging off, a foot on the floor, and her fingers still buried in her snatch. One good show deserved another, so, I flipped on my light. It took her a bit to recover from her orgasm, but I just enjoyed looking at my sister splayed wide open on her bed as I slid my fist up and down my cock. As she rolled over onto her back, I looked right back at her through that mirror reflection into her eyes.She watched me for a few moments more, her hand moving back to her pussy again just before she turned off her own light. I knew she was still watching, and I wanted to keep going as long as I could, so I stroked really slow. Spreading my legs so my balls would hang down, I slid my fist up and down my rock-hard cock, twisting it and stroking it slowly. Holding it and swiping my thumb across the head, spreading a bit of the oozing pre-cum around. I looked down and admired just how hard my cock was. The veins stood out like wires snaking around under the skin, and the head was actually purple, it was so swollen. As I looked up again, expecting to be looking back into the darkness of Nancy's room, I saw her standing in my doorway. Leaning against the door jamb, my sister was staring at my cock while she slid a finger in and out of her pussy. Looking me in the eye, there was a flicker in her eyes as it seemed she had decided something. In a moment, she pulled that tiny nightie over her head and stepped into my room. I just sat there holding my cock as she walked toward me. I didn't know what to do, and being the big sister, Nancy took over. She stood in front of me and guided a hard nipple to my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her, I sucked and licked that nipple as she pushed me back and lay atop me. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my stomach as she lay on me, and soon felt it seeming to scorch my skin as she slid downward. I clenched just as I felt her pussy pressing against the shaft of my cock, and a dribble of cum oozed out. She took my face in her hands, and we kissed, and she was wriggling around against my cock. Eventually, I felt the head pressing against her pussy as she trapped it there. Raising herself up, Nancy put her hands on my shoulders as she worked her pussy against my cockhead. Wow!!! The feeling of my cock sliding into her pussy was so fucking hot. Just the head was inside, but it was so hot, and it felt like her pussy was milking me as she started to slide down slowly. It just got better and hotter as she worked herself onto my cock. I was disappointed when I felt the end of her pussy on my cockhead and realized there was some still outside her pussy. Then she shoved down harder, and as that last inch or so went in, her pussy got even tighter around my cock. I swear her eyes rolled back, and for a moment, all I saw was the whites of her eyes as she jammed every last inch of my cock into herself. Her pussy was wrapped tightly around my cock, and it felt great. "Goddamn, Pauly, your cock feels so good," she said, breaking the silence between us. "It's really stretching my pussy." "Your pussy is so hot, Nancy. I never imagined it could feel this good.... Aww, shit! I'm glad I already wacked-off a couple of times, or I'd be shooting my wad right now, sis." "So am I, your cock feels so good, I want this to last," I replied as I started to slide back up Pauly's cock. "Oh, yeah..." was all I could say as I wrapped my hands around her ass and started rolling my hips around just like they describe it in the porn books. With every stroke, Nancy rode my cock a little harder until she was really slamming down on me. Then she pulled me over on top of her and begged me to fuck her hard. "Yeah, Pauly, fuck me, fuck your sister's hot cunt," she ordered me. That really got me going. I had fantasized so many times about this, and having her beg me to fuck her was so nasty. "You like when I talk nasty?" she asked. "Yeah, just like...when you were...fucking those guys...in the den..." I told her. "Ohhh.. you liked...watching me...Aaaaiii...be such a slut...Aww, fuck my cunt hard!" "Yeah...You're the hottest, sexiest slut ever, sis...And....I'm gonna shoot my cum all over you just like those guys." "Ohhhhh, Yeaaah Pauly, I want you to shoot your load in my mouth, cum on my face, shoot your jizz all over me." That was all I could take. As I whipped my hips back a little farther, my cock popped free of her pussy just as the first rope of cum flew from me up her belly and between and across her tits. We both scrambled for a moment, she moving down and I aiming my cock at her mouth until she wrapped her lips around it and coaxed the rest of my load down her throat. When I'd watched her and those guys before, it was more like a hyper-realistic porn movie that I was just watching, but now with my sister's lips wrapped around my cock and my sperm shooting down her throat, I could really appreciate what a hot slut I had for a sister. I was truly spent and just lay down with Nancy for a few moments. She ran her fingers through my hair, and we kissed a few times. I wondered if I had as goofy an expression on my face as Nancy did, but was interrupted in my thoughts as she complimented my apparent expertise. I told her that I just did it the way they describe it in the porn books. That just led to questions about the books, and I volunteered to show her my stash. That just led to more questions about where I got them. I told her about the store where I got the paperbacks, and I even told her that our brother-in-law had loaned me some. For some reason, I couldn't resist telling her how Joel had set it up a few times so I could watch him and my other sister in bed. I did resist telling Nancy how I knew he had set it up so that she could "accidentally" watch them one night. As I prattled on, she started flipping through the stuff and scanning parts. It didn't take her long to figure out which stories I really liked by the dog-eared pages. She even found the one that I rated my all-time favorite fantasy. She wanted to read it aloud and did. It was about a brother and sister, our same ages. The sister is a real tease. She usually wears really skimpy outfits or "innocently" provocative nightwear around her brother, giving him glimpses of her body all the time. He doesn't realize how much she gets off on teasing him. She gets so turned on that she often goes out and gets the first willing guy she can find after one of her teasing sessions. The part of the story I liked didn't end like that, however. As the scene opened, the brother, Richard, was watching TV in the den when his sister, Candice, joined him. She was wearing a long, even frumpy nightgown, that didn't look all that sexy at all, but as she plopped down on the couch with her feet pointed toward her brother, the outward appearance of it didn't matter. As she lay there, her feet close enough to her brother that he could reach out and touch her, the gown tented over her knees, he was afforded a perfect view under it. As Candy fidgeted, the gown opened more, and her pussy was soon on full display. Eventually, she gives up the idea of teasing him and openly plays with her pussy, asking her brother if looking at her pussy was making his cock hard. As Nancy read that part, I started to stroke my own cock until Nancy noticed and wrapped her own hand around it. Putting the book aside, Nancy asked me, "You really like these brother-sister stories, don't you, Pauly?" "Yeah, they really turn me on. When I imagine it's you and me, that always gets me off," I admitted. Nancy then moved to the end of the bed, striking a pose just like Candice had in the book. "You like to think of me playing with my pussy like this?" she taunted him as her fingers spread the wet folds of her puffy pussy lips. "Yeah, only now I know just what you look like," I replied, again grasping my cock and stroking it lightly in time to the motion of Nancy's fingers sliding up and down along her pussy lips. She told me not to stroke my cock, and she had me in a spell because I actually did let go of it even though I really wanted to. Having her lying there playing with her pussy, I really wanted to jerk off with her, but I really wanted her again (and again and again and again) so she could tell me whatever she wanted me to do, and I would. Watching her, sliding her fingers around her cunt and inside, I was mesmerized. The blood coursing through my cock seemed to be pounding as the shaft pulsed and bounced with my heartbeat. "Does this look like what you imagined when you were beating off to those books, Pauly?" "Better, lots better. Your pussy is a lot wetter than I ever thought it could be." "Looking at your big, beautiful cock helps just makes it wetter," I replied. "And you know what, Pauly?" "What?" "I want some more," she told me as she started to slide up the bed. This she really took it slowly, and I did too. It felt really sexy just slowly fucking each other like it could last forever.A flood of memories washed through the father's mind as he surreptitiously watched his son and daughter having sex. His son looked much as he had at that age. His daughter had inherited many of her features from his side of the family, and the resemblance to his own sister was enough that it looked as if he were watching himself and his own sister. He had noticed the resemblance in her before, so much so that he had felt some shame at the thoughts he felt for his daughter. Many times he had seen in his own daughter the sexiness his sister had used to beguile him many years before. His daughter's growing maturity was more a window to his own past, but now he could not deny that his own daughter was just as exciting in her own right, especially the way she was rolling her hips on her younger brother's cock. Stepping away from the doorway, Kurt considered what he might do. Realizing his cock had become such a raging hard-on that it had slipped through the fly of his boxers, he knew what he was going to do in just a few minutes. He was going to let his wife enjoy this moment of randiness, but he wouldn't be fucking her. At least not in his mind -- his cock might be sluicing through her maternal cunt, but in his mind it would be sliding into the tight confines of his teen daughter's pussy.

Chapter eight

Collections/Aerosmit/family/kurtfam.txt

Nightingale Minigales

The Harem

"Your father wants to see you in his room," Mom said, peeking through the door. "On my way," I said as I jumped off the bed. Mom escorted me to Dad's room, which was a large bedroom with the bed on one side and two couches and a coffee table on the other side. Dad was sitting on a couch. "Happy birthday, Nick," Dad said, bringing that to my attention. "Today is your first day as a man." "Thank you, Dad," I said. Mom and I were still standing before Dad. "As a man, you have to share some responsibilities toward this house that brought you up and cared for you," Dad continued. "Let's see how fit you are. Why don't you take off your clothes." I stood there in confusion. "Go ahead," Dad instructed. I started to unbutton my shirt. Mom helped me with the shirt, and as I took it off, she unbuckled and unzipped my pants and had them around my ankles. I stepped out of my pants, and Mom folded them on the coffee table. Then she took my shirt and folded it there. I stood still for a second in my underwear. "Continue," Dad said. So I took off my tank top. Mom took it from me and put it on the table. I stood there in my briefs. "Take it all off," Dad said, and before he finished, Mom was lowering my briefs down. I stepped out of them, covering my crotch with my hands. "No need to cover up," Dad said. "Turn this way, too." So I stood there shyly, my hands on my sides. "Like father, like son," Mom said, smiling. I did not think it was new that my height and build were similar to Dad's. "So far so good," Dad said to Mom. "Proceed." Suddenly, Mom reached out for my crotch and picked up my limp cock. She held it up and went to lick my balls, as I stood there dumbfounded. My cock involuntarily grew and hardened in her hand, and I got very embarrassed. "It's okay, son," Dad said, witnessing my plight. "We want you to sport the biggest hard-on you possibly can. Show us how virile you are." That made it a little easier, but still getting a hard-on on one's mom did not seem natural. My cock thickened and stood up on its own, pointing forward and up. Mom moved her hand away and continued to suck on my balls and swab them with her tongue. "Thick and hard," Mom said. "I can see that," Dad said as Mom opened her mouth and engulfed my bulbous cock head. I grunted and almost came immediately, but Mom obviously knew how to keep me under control. For the first time, I was looking down Mom's cleavage, and that was causing my hard cock to pulse. Slowly but masterfully, Mom let my entire shaft disappear between her lips and come out repeatedly. "You may sit down," Dad said. Mom removed her mouth from my crotch. I leaned over toward my clothes. "Don't bother." I sat down on the other couch, stark naked and with a raging hard-on. Soon, Mom's mouth was back working on my cock. "I like your virility," Dad said. "We should put it to work. I think you should end up doing most of the work." He laughed. I did not understand anything. "Are you a virgin?" he asked. "No," I said. "Good," he said. "Part of the manly duties and rights you have to share is using that fine piece of meat your Mom is enjoying sucking right now to satisfy and pleasure the ladies in the house. You will be trained on the things that they like." I stared blankly, obviously disoriented. "I realize this surprises you," Dad said. "From now on, it is your right to fuck them, and it is your duty to make it worth their while. This is part of your living here." I nodded, although I hoped Mom would explain that to me later. Dad had three wives, my Mom was the legal one, and the other two were living with us. I was my Mom's only child, and each of my stepmothers had a seventeen-year-old daughter. Dad used to change his sleep partner nightly. Now he wanted to share that with me. Dad's three wives had similar builds and looks. Having the same height, hair and eye colors, full curves, they looked like sisters. They always wore sexy, revealing outfits. I never recalled seeing any of them in clothes that reached below mid-thigh or covered much of their cleavages. In the past, I did not pay any attention to that, but that would change immediately. "Go prepare him," Dad said to Mom. Mom handed me my clothes, then guided me out of the room, naked! She led me to the bathroom. She sat me on the edge of the tub and proceeded to remove my crotch hair, from my pubes to my tailbone. She depilated all that, making me jump from time to time. She also kept licking up every drop that formed at the end of my ever-hard cock. When she finished, she rubbed me with a soothing lotion. "What's going on?" I finally asked, as Mom stroked my cock slowly. "You'll be fucking all of us," Mom said bluntly, stroking my cock faster. "I can't wait to have your young cock up my hot pussy. I am wet already, but unfortunately I will be the last." She reached between her legs and inside her panties. Then she returned her hand with a glistening middle finger, which she brought to my mouth. I sucked her finger gingerly. "Who's the first?" I asked. "You'll go to your room and wait for that after I am through with your cock," Mom said. Mom opened her mouth and started jacking me real fast. "Give it all to Mom," she urged. In less than a minute, my come was flying into her open mouth. Some of my spunk hit her chin and ran down. She first sucked my cock dry, then used her fingers to feed herself the stray come. Mom put my clothes in the hamper after removing my stuff from them, then she led me up to my room. I climbed the stairs with a limp cock, but once I lay down in my bed, my cock started pulsing with anticipation. Mom blew a kiss to me and closed the door. My cock hardened as I wondered about what would happen. Soon, my door opened, and Cindy peered in. "Is the new stud ready to be broken in?" she smiled. I blushed, and my cock twitched. Cindy and Brenda entered the room and closed the door. Each of them was in a stretch, low-scoop tank dress that hugged every curve it did not expose and ended a few inches below the crotch. Their dresses held their tits up and together, outlining the nipples. Cindy was wearing a red version of the dress, and Brenda a blue one. They had the same hairstyle and lipstick color, looking like twins. "I am sure he is," said Brenda. "Look at that lovely hard-on beckon to us." They hopped onto the bed and crawled toward me from either side. Spreading my knees, they at first shared licking my hard shaft, then Cindy took the shaft, and Brenda took my balls. They licked and sucked gently for about a minute, during which my cock grew harder than steel. Cindy got on her hands and knees beside me, but facing toward the corner of the bed. Brenda arranged me on my hands and knees behind Cindy. "Peel up the dress off her butt," Brenda directed. "Look at what awaits you." I did as directed, exposing a flawless pair of ass cheeks without a single hair in Cindy's crack and mound. Her slightly wrinkled pussy lips had a hint of moisture. "I want you to copy my moves," said Brenda. "Do to her pussy like I do to your balls, to her clit like I do to your cock head, and to her ass like I do to yours." Brenda started licking my balls, and I copied that to Cindy's pussy lips. Cindy started to moan, and my cock continued to pulse with every heartbeat. Brenda's tongue traveled up my balls and started stroking my perineum, so I tongued Cindy there. Then suddenly, Brenda's tongue flicked my asshole, making me jump. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. "Keep going," Brenda said. "I am stimulating your anus. Do the same to Cindy. If you don't like it in a minute, we'll stop." Cindy's pink, wrinkled asshole was so clean and pretty. It was tempting. So I tested it with the tip of my tongue, and Cindy gasped. Soon, she was moaning and humping back as my tongue swabbed her asshole. I was feeling funny as Brenda explored this part of me. What she did to my ass started to feel good, and soon my cock felt harder than ever, and I was moving my ass against Brenda's tongue, involuntarily copying Cindy's moves! Cindy's asshole relaxed and opened up under my tongue, and I am sure the same happened to my own asshole as Brenda's tongue probed it while she pulled my ass cheeks apart. Brenda started to work the tip of her finger in and out of my ass. That made my cock jump with heat.At first, my asshole clamped tightly around the intruder, but soon it was enjoying the treatment. Then it dawned on me that I should be doing the same to Cindy's hot ass. Slowly and expertly, Brenda fed my ass more and ended up pumping two fingers all the way in and out of my hole, spitting occasionally to lubricate my hole. I was doing the same to Cindy. We both humped our asses back for more. Then Brenda was licking my balls while she finger-fucked my ass. My cock felt as big and hard as a baseball bat. Cindy's asshole spasmed as I licked her pussy, and she gushed fresh juice onto my tongue. Finally, Brenda withdrew her fingers from my ass. My cock twitched as my asshole plopped shut. She looked at me as she sucked her fingers slowly. I did the same with my fingers. "There's more you can do to a woman's ass," Brenda said as she moved to Cindy's ass. "I'll show you." Brenda pulled Cindy's ass cheeks apart and held them like that while she circled and probed Cindy's asshole with her tongue. When Brenda removed her mouth, Cindy's asshole stayed agape. Brenda spat just above Cindy's gaping anus, and we watched the spit run down into the open rectum. "Spit in there," Brenda instructed. I spat right into Cindy's asshole. Brenda squeezed and spread Cindy's ass cheeks, making her asshole wink. "Fuck it with two fingers," Brenda directed. I started to pump two fingers in Cindy's asshole. "Move your fingers around, ream it out for her." Brenda spat several times, and her spit flew into Cindy's rectum where my fingers worked it in. "Give her one more finger," Brenda said. After I fucked Cindy's ass with three fingers for a while, Brenda pulled her own dress over her ass and turned me toward herself. She moved closer and guided my cock into her pussy. "Don't move," she said, sucking my entire shaft into her wet pussy. Brenda milked on my cock with her pussy for half a minute, then she pulled back, leaving my cock glistening in her juices. She pulled my fingers from Cindy's ass, then sucked them one by one. "Now she's ready for your big cock up her ass," Brenda said, pulling Cindy's ass cheeks apart. My cock twitched. "Be gentle at first as you open up her guts." I guided my cock to Cindy's slightly gaping asshole and started pushing. She grunted as my cock head popped into her butt. "Take it slow but keep going until you can't slide it any deeper," Brenda instructed. My cock advanced slowly into the unprecedented tightness of Cindy's ass despite all the reaming she had been through. She breathed deeply, and my cock pulsed in extreme hardness. Finally, my balls were resting against Cindy's pussy. "Now grip her hips and pull her hard into you to make sure you are all the way in," Brenda said. I obeyed, making Cindy grunt as I drove the last fraction of an inch of hard meat into her stuffed butt. "Now take a little pause until you both get used to the feelings." We paused for a few seconds. "Reach beneath her and feel how wet and sticky her pussy is," Brenda said. When my fingers touched Cindy's dripping pussy, she gasped and shivered. Her asshole spasmed and almost made me come. "See how this bitch loves your cock up her funky ass? Now fuck her. Take it slow at first, and while you do that, watch how your cock is stretching her horny asshole." I started thrusting into Cindy as Brenda kept Cindy's ass cheeks apart. The view of my cock sliding in and out of that tight hole made my cock twitch. Brenda peeled Cindy's dress over her tits, pulling her hands out of the straps. "Grab her tits and play with them," said Brenda. "That's what they are for." I leaned forward and grabbed Cindy's tits and milked on them as her asshole milked on my pumping shaft. Then Brenda had us both straighten up while we fucked. She guided my hand to Cindy's dripping pussy. I started to toy with Cindy's clit and finger her pussy. She gasped, and her asshole twitched around my cock in sympathy. Brenda pushed Cindy down to her forearms and had me plop my cock out as she held Cindy's ass open. Cindy's asshole stayed open wide. "Look how well your cock loosened up the slut's asshole," Brenda said, then she fired a ball of spit right through the gaping asshole. Brenda bent over and sucked my cock balls deep for several seconds. Then she spat on my cock head and guided it again to Cindy's gaping asshole. Brenda had Cindy straighten up and had my hands back at Cindy's tits. Brenda reached between Cindy's legs with her left hand and took over playing with Cindy's dripping pussy. Cindy moaned and shoved her ass back hard into my thick shaft while I pinched and tweaked her stiff nipples. Brenda meanwhile brought her mouth to mine, and we kissed deeply while I drilled the other lady's ass vigorously. "Hold back," Brenda said to me as Cindy let out a long groan, then her body convulsed. "Don't come yet." I tightened my grip on Cindy's tits and pumped her harder, concentrating deeply to delay my inevitable orgasm. Cindy's grunts and convulsions finally subsided, and Brenda nudged her forward, letting her collapse over the bed. Brenda pounced on my swollen shaft. As soon as her lips closed over my cock head, my come started firing into her sucking mouth. She milked me thoroughly into her mouth, making sure I was totally drained. Brenda dropped my softening cock from her mouth and rolled Cindy onto her back. I watched in wonder as Brenda drooled some of my come into Cindy's open mouth. Each of them swirled my come around in her mouth for several seconds before she swallowed it. Brenda rolled Cindy back onto her stomach and lay on her stomach beside her. "Moisten two fingers of each of your hands, then push your two slick fingers in either of our assholes," said Brenda, pulling her own ass cheeks apart. "Compare the tightness." Cindy reached back and pulled her own ass open as I wetted my fingers in my mouth. My fingers went easily into Cindy's ass, whereas my other fingers met resistance as they slid into Brenda's ass. There was a noticeable difference in tightness as I pumped my fingers in their milking assholes. "Can you feel the difference?" asked Brenda. "Your next mission is to eliminate the difference. Let me see how well you learned your lesson. Enjoy your meal." I removed my fingers from their butts, and Brenda moved back and pushed her ass up. My tongue started to dance on Brenda's asshole, making her moan. While I licked her ass, Cindy maneuvered herself around and, remaining on her stomach, she slithered beneath Brenda, placing her ass under Brenda's face and her head between Brenda's knees. Cindy started moaning as Brenda started to eat her ass. Cindy reached out for my crotch and started to play with my balls and hardening cock. Using my tongue, spit, and fingers, I stretched out Brenda's asshole and prepared it for my cock. When I moved forward toward her ass, Cindy raised her head and intercepted my hard cock with her mouth. I fucked her mouth while fucking Brenda's ass with my fingers. Brenda rose up and started kissing me while humping her ass against my fingers. She then removed my fingers from her ass and sucked them. "You lie back this time, and I will ride you," Brenda said as Cindy withdrew from my raging hard-on. Brenda pushed me onto my back, then straddled me, facing me. Cindy held my cock as Brenda pulled her ass open and lowered herself slowly onto my shaft, swallowing it up to the balls. "Feel my pussy," Brenda said as she rested. I reached over and touched her dripping pussy. She gasped and shivered. I squeezed her pussy tightly, making her moan. As she started riding my cock, she peeled her dress off her tits and bent over me. Pinning my hands away by hers, she brought her nipples to my mouth. I sucked them one then the other, as her rectum massaged my shaft. Cindy was meanwhile licking my balls and thighs. Brenda straightened up, and Cindy sat on my face, facing Brenda. They started fingering each other's pussy while I licked Cindy's ass and fucked Brenda's. Soon Brenda gasped and stiffened as I continued to thrust into her ass. She convulsed in orgasm as Cindy continued to finger-fuck her. Cindy helped Brenda off my cock. Then Cindy and squatted on me in the reverse cowboy position. She leaned back on her hands and started whipping her ass up and down my cock. Brenda straddled my face back to back with Cindy. I lapped up her drenched pussy and fingered her freshly fucked asshole as she rode my tongue. Her asshole was noticeably less tight than before. Brenda dismounted me and applied her mouth to Cindy's sticky pussy while Cindy worked her ass up and down my cock. Soon Cindy was shoving her ass up and down my cock as she gushed into Brenda's sucking mouth. I survived the spasms of her asshole until she collapsed beside me. Brenda took my cock in her mouth and sucked it until she got me on the edge. Then she lay on her stomach and had me put my cock in her ass. "We won't move," said Brenda. "Just finger my pussy until I come." As I did that, Cindy started to lick my asshole. When Brenda grunted and started coming, Cindy shoved a finger up my ass. The spasms around my cock and the jerking finger in my ass had my cock fire all it got deep into Brenda's twitching rectum in my hardest and longest orgasm yet. I rolled on my back, and Cindy sucked my cock dry. Then she pushed a finger into Brenda's come-filled asshole and scooped some come. She sucked her glistening finger. "Mmm, I like it," Cindy moaned. Then she scooped more come onto her finger and fed it to Brenda, who sucked the glistening finger dry. Cindy surprised me by bringing her finger the third time to me. "Open up," Cindy instructed when I hesitated. I grudgingly opened my mouth and sucked the come off her finger."That's better." After that, Cindy used two fingers to scoop more come from Brenda's ass. She and Brenda took turns sucking that come off her fingers. "We'll break for late lunch now, then we'll continue your training," Cindy said. At lunch, the rest of the family joined us. My sisters, Eunice and Lenore, were there too. "How was he?" Dad asked Cindy and Brenda. "He's great," said Brenda. Mom smiled proudly. "Good job, son," Dad said. "Salutations, big brother," Eunice and Lenore said. "Thanks," I said, hoping they would have no clue about what we were talking about. "Way to go, Nick," Mom said. "Thanks, Mom," I said. After lunch, we resumed our session in my room. I got to thoroughly use Cindy's and Brenda's pussies and mouths and fuck their tits, besides eating and fucking their asses. We finished just before dinner, or that was what I thought. At night, Mom joined me in bed. While she toyed with my cock, she chatted with me about my new status at home. "You will also have to service your sisters," Mom said, dropping a new bomb. "What?" I asked in shock. "My sisters?" "Yes," Mom said calmly, jacking my cock. "Your dad wants to share them with you." "You mean he fucks them already?" I asked. "Ever since their sweet sixteen," Mom said. "I see," I said as I suddenly remembered that my sisters became more attached to Dad and started wearing make-up and sexy outfits since over a year. I had before thought that was part of growing up. Now it all made sense, and my cock made big sense in Mom's hands. "Your little sisters are nothing to sneeze at," Mom added. "They'll give you a run for your money." "Great," I said. "I hear you took to ass fucking like a duck to water," Mom said. "Care to try your big one on my butt?" "Your wish is my command," I said. I started with her ass, but I ended up trying all of her. She was wonderful. Somehow I found it in me to pump two loads in her, one up her rectum and the other down her throat, bringing my total for the day to ten big orgasms. We slept like logs, at least myself. The following day, my sisters took over my training. At first, I felt funny about getting trained by my younger sisters. The little devils had smaller tits, but otherwise they were hornier and wilder. The difference in experience did not make them a whole lot less enjoyable. I was amazed at their ability to deep throat and ass fuck. My training took ten days, during which I had been trained by the ten possible combinations of two females, and I had spent the night with each single female twice. After that, it was the nightly trysts in addition to impulsive fucking in the day. After I turned into a man, Dad did not care much to be private about coupling with his women. It was not uncommon to find him bouncing a daughter on his cock while he spread her ass with his hands or letting a wife ride his cock while he finger fucked her ass. He explicitly told me it was okay to watch and play with myself. That was how we ended up double pronging Cindy in the living room while Eunice watched, fingering her own pussy. Henceforth, I occasionally grabbed one or another on impulse and fucked her wherever I got her, usually in the living room or the kitchen. Gradually, it appeared that Dad was concentrating his attention on his daughters while he entrusted his wives to me. Nonetheless, he would occasionally sleep with one of his wives. My nights, however, were divided among the five hot things. Once I was chatting with Dad when I said, "I do not know how I will maintain this level of sexual satisfaction when I get married." "Don't worry," Dad said. "I've been there and out. We'll let your future wife agree to be part of our harem." "What if she doesn't agree?" I said. "She'll agree after she tries my cock," Dad said. That surprised me. "What if she was prim and proper and did not let you have her?" I asked. "My wives that you have been fucking are prim and proper, too," Dad said. "We are the only two men who had ever got into their pants. There are ways to bring prim and proper women under cock. It may take time, but I'll be able to fuck your wife. You'll be able to fuck her mom, too." "Her mom?" I asked in shock. "Yes, just like I fucked my mothers-in-law and most of my girlfriends' mothers before," Dad said. "If you wish, I can help you fuck your girlfriend's mom. That can teach you a few things about how pussy thinks." "I won't mind that," I said, feeling my cock twitch. "You'll soon build your own harem," Dad promised. "I can't wait," I said. "Good things are worth waiting for," he said. "We'll do that after you prove you are really good at servicing my harem." The End

Collections/Aerosmit/family/nickHarem.txt

Suzi K

Reluctant Convert

"Look after things, David, won't you. And you will be sensible?" David's mother called anxiously from the car. She was setting out to her sister in Bradford who had fallen ill and needed looking after and help with her two young children. 16-year-old David was being left behind. It was the first time he had been left on his own, and his mother was anxious. "I've asked Harry, Mr. Adamson next door to keep an eye on you. And if there are any problems, you are to go to him. You're sure you can cope?" David, standing on the kerb beside the car, reassured her; he was excited at the prospect of having the house to himself. He had no intention of letting Harry Adamson nanny him. He was a tall, well-built widower who had moved next door a few months ago, and a close friendship had quickly grown between the sophisticated businessman and David's mother, who was divorced and rather bowled over by Harry Adamson's wealth and rugged good looks. David did not like him, was a little jealous of the big man's relation with his mother. He was intimidated by his air of aloof sophistication, and there was something about the way he looked at him that made him uneasy, a speculative, wondering glint in his eye, as if he were asking himself some intriguing question. He did not like the man's daughter Sally either, who seemed stuck-up and gave herself airs, he thought; fortunately, she was usually away at her boarding school, and in the holidays, she spent long weeks with her mother in another town. David meant to spend his days of independence as if this neighbor did not exist. Even as he stood waving at his mother's departing car, he was thinking about his plans. He went into the house and straight to his mother's drinks cupboard, took out a bottle of whisky, fetched some ice and a glass from the kitchen, switched on the television, and settled on the sofa to watch the day's episode of a late afternoon soap. He had barely sat down when the telephone rang. Harry Adamson's cool, slightly mocking voice said, "Hello, David. Your mother thought you might be feeling a bit strange on your first evening alone in the house. Why don't you come and have some supper here. And you could watch a video." David thought quickly. "Thank you very much, Mr. Adamson. But I am feeling quite tired, and I thought I would go to bed early." "As you like, David." Mr. Adamson sounded amused. "But if you feel hungry or lonely, remember you can change your mind." David hung up, hoping that was the last he would hear from the intrusive neighbor. Later, much later that night, he was still in front of the television. He had drunk a good deal more whisky. The lights were off, and the curtains were drawn. He had loaded the video he had bought from a boy in his form who had recently visited Amsterdam. It was labeled "Circus Babes." The screen recited numbers at him, then stripes, then a warning in German that he did not understand, and then a girl appeared on the screen. She was young and naked, her legs were spread, and she was moaning and writhing; one hand reached down to her cunt and she pressed a finger between the lips and began rubbing up and down, the other took hold of her right breast and caressed it and squeezed the nipple between finger and thumb. David gasped; he had never seen anything like this before. He reached down and opened his trousers and pulled out his penis, which was rapidly becoming hard. The girl's writhing intensified, she lifted her body and thrust her hips at the camera, her vagina and the long stroking fingers almost filling the screen. The scene changed, became a naked man on top of a woman, fucking her. Shot from above and behind, it showed the man's penis moving in and out of the woman as his buttocks pumped up and down. David began to stroke his penis, breathing hard. He lifted up from the sofa and pushed his trousers and underpants down. "So this is what you meant by tired, David." He jumped in shock and turned to see the tall figure of Harry Adamson standing by the door, in shadow, light from the TV flickering over his face, which still showed a cool amusement. "Don't you dare move," he said crisply, switching on the light, moving swiftly across the room. He took the remote control from the sofa, pointed it at the set, and switched off the film. It all happened so quickly, David was so shocked he could not speak. "Mmmister Add...," he stammered. "Shh!" the man laid his finger against his lips and looked down at the teenager, at his penis still jutting up from between his thighs, beginning now to soften, and his hand still holding it. "You were having a good time," his gaze moved to the whisky glass beside David and the open bottle on the occasional table and back to his penis. The boy blushed and began to pull up his trousers. "I told you, don't move." He produced a small black object and put it to his face, and David realized too late it was a camera. It flashed once, twice, three times, as the big man moved swiftly, taking him from different angles, making sure the whisky glass and the open bottle featured in each shot along with his exposed penis and his hand. "And I shall take this too," He pressed the eject button, and the video cassette slid out into his hand. "Your mother will need the evidence."He stumbled into the room, and Adamson gave him a final push so that he fell forward onto his face onto a bed. "But this is Sally's room," David said. "Of course it is, and it's where you'll be staying until your mother returns. She's expecting me to ring and tell her how you're getting on. I shall say you were too nervous and frightened on your own, so you'll be staying here. She won't be surprised. She's brought you up to be such a sissy. You'd better tell her the same, unless you want her to know the truth about you." David was silent, his face half buried in the soft bedclothes, and felt a hard slap on his exposed behind and cried out in shock. "You'll get a lot more of those on that girlish bottom of yours if you sulk." "But I wasn't sulking, Mr Adamson." "Well, answer when you're spoken to." He nodded. "Yes, Mr Adamson." "Yes, Mr Adamson, no Mr Adamson." He took hold of David's hair and pulled his head back. "What's more," he said, "though I don't expect you to say this to your mother, that kind Mr Adamson is letting you sleep where you belong, not in the spare room, but in a young girl's bedroom. Do you understand me?" "Yes, no.... I don't know." David was quite bewildered. Full of guilt and embarrassment, still terrified that his mother might find out about him and the video, sprawled across Sally's soft bed in Mr Adamson's house, his trousers and underpants round his ankles, his naked bottom stinging still from Mr Adamson's slaps, he did not know where he was or what was going on. The man saw his bewilderment and laughed at him. "You'll understand soon enough. Now get up and strip, take everything off." He hesitated for a moment, saw the man move to slap him again and leapt off the bed hastily, fumbled his way out of his clothes, and stood naked, the soft bedroom carpet warm under his feet. He crossed his hands in front of his penis, half in embarrassment, half in fear. "It's a bit late for modesty, miss," Adamson said. "You've been a dirty little beast, haven't you, David?" "Yes, Mr Adamson," He muttered miserably and hung his head, unable to meet his eye. "So you'll have to have a bath before I can let you talk to your mother." He took the boy into the bathroom and made him run the bath, and told him to get in and wash himself. David sat in the hot water waiting for Mr Adamson to leave the room, but he sat down on the end of the bath and lit a cigarette. "I shall be supervising you, David. You can't be trusted on your own." Shy and embarrassed at the man's watchful presence behind him, David was half-hearted with the soap and flannel. He heard a sound of exasperation and felt a stinging slap on the face. He cried out, and the soap and flannel flew out of his hands. "Is that how you wash? I believe you're deliberately defying me. Now find the soap and flannel and stand up." His face red and burning, David groped in the water and retrieved them and stood up and gasped. Mr Adamson was standing in front of him. He had removed the black robe, and the boy was overwhelmed at the well-muscled body, the strong arms, the broad shoulders, the gleaming pectorals. The man's only clothing was a narrow thong around his hips with a pouch that covered his penis and balls. David gasped in shock, the pouch bulged out massively, and the boy could see the outline of his penis through the thin material. It was not erect, but it was like a thick, curving, terrifying snake. Mr Adamson ignored the boy's fascinated gaze. "Give me the flannel and the soap." But David hardly heard, his gaze still transfixed, and the man slapped him again. "Really, David, anyone would think you'd never seen underwear before. What a little hypocrite. I shall have to wash you myself, and I can't do that in my robe." He took the flannel and the soap and rubbed the boy's face vigorously. "Open your mouth," he said, and pushed the soapy flannel inside until David gagged. The taste of the soap was vile. "You won't be so filthy again in a hurry." Then he attended to the boy's chest, rubbing his nipples hard with the flannel. The sensation was painful but curiously pleasant, and to his horror, David felt his penis beginning to harden. It had just reached full erection when the busy flannel had worked its way down to that area of his body. "Really, David. You are incorrigible. I've seen it once tonight, and that was enough. If you're trying to prove you're a man, you won't convince me." He twisted the flannel into the semblance of a rope and struck the boy's penis three smarting blows. David gasped with pain, and his penis immediately began to wilt and soften. "That's better," said Mr Adamson and took hold of it firmly with one hand, and began rubbing it with the flannel. The cool firmness of his grip, the friction of the cloth, part rough, part slimy with soap, was too much for the boy. He groaned with pleasure, and his penis began to erect again, while he still felt the smart of the blows. "You're beginning to annoy me," said Mr Adamson and hit David's penis again, still holding it with one hand, so that the pain and shock were greater. Again it began to soften, and David said, "I couldn't help it," and began to cry. The man ignored him and pulled his foreskin back and started rubbing the head of his penis. Again the sensations were excruciating, delightful, painful at the same time. "Really, David, I'm beginning to think you are turned on by men." Again he hit the boy's penis, and again it started to wilt. David was sobbing uncontrollably now, the pain, the humiliation, the embarrassment and the excitement combining to produce an almost hysterical state. "You're such a sissy, David. Turn round now and lean against the wall." He took him by the hips and turned and pushed his back down so that his bottom jutted out. "Now stop that sniveling. I'll even be gentle." He began to wash the boy's bottom. David couldn't see, but it felt as if the man was washing the cheeks with his strong, firm hands, softly stroking them. Then he pulled them gently apart, and he could feel him soaping the crack between them, focusing more and more upon his anus, pressing the soap against the opening and turning and pushing it. The sensation was delightful. Horrified, David felt his penis beginning to harden again. Then he felt the roughness of the flannel pressing hard against his anus, slowly pushing its way into him. Mr Adamson had wrapped it round a finger. The boy moved in alarm, but a hand on his back held him steady, pressing him to the wall. "You must be thoroughly clean," he said, worming the flannel further inside him, then pulling out and pushing in again. The boy's alarm dissolved in the exciting sensations. Without knowing it, he began moving his hips in response to the finger. Abruptly it was withdrawn, strong hands on his hips spun him round and held him. David's hands flew down to protect his penis. "Please, Mr Adamson, I can't help it. Please don't hit me again." He fell forward against the big man's chest, sobbing hysterically. The man put an arm round him. "All right, David. But you are behaving very oddly - for a boy." His voice was deep and warm and oddly comforting. "Stand up now. I'm getting wet. Get out of the bath." David climbed out of the bath, sobbing still, but less uncontrollably. He was shaking, though the bathroom was very warm. Mr Adamson wrapped a large, warm, white bath towel around the boy and began to dry him. "You know, David," he said as he rubbed with the towel, "I'm getting more concerned about you by the minute. Getting turned on like that. For all the world like a girl with a finger up her pussy. And look at this now," he was drying the boy's chest and pressed the towel below the boy's nipples and pushed upwards. "Look at these, like a young girl's breasts." David looked down and saw that the pressure had created two soft mounds of flesh with his nipples standing out at the peaks. "I'm sorry," David muttered. Mr Adamson laughed. "My daughter Sally had a pair just like that two years ago, and she was thrilled to bits with them. Flaunted them about the house in little lace bras. Got a few pairs still, up here in her room. These tender white things you've got would look very fetching in black lace." And he moved his hands up over the towel and grasped the white mounds of flesh in his big hands, moving the thumbs caressingly across the pink nipples. "Please, Mr Adamson, don't." David stepped awkwardly away. The towel fell to the floor between them, and Mr Adamson laughed again. "Don't, Mr Adamson," he said mockingly. "You seem to like it well enough." He pointed, and, sure enough, David's penis had begun to stir, was half erect. David blushed. "Please can I get dressed now." "We'll both get dressed," said Mr Adamson, turning away and picking up his black robe; as he turned, David noticed again the man's enormous penis outlined in the black pouch, and it seemed to have grown even larger, to be swelling even as he saw it outlined against the white tiles of the bathroom wall. Again the sight, brief glimpse that it was, fascinated him. They went back into Sally's bedroom, and with relief, David picked up his trousers and underpants. "What do you think you're doing?" asked Mr Adamson. "You're not wearing those again. I want to keep an eye on you." He opened a drawer in the wardrobe and rummaged about in it. "Perfect," he said. "Put this on," and tossed something across the room to David, who was still holding his trousers. It landed on his shoulder, something filmy and black and very light. "I can't wear this. It's for a girl," David was dismayed. "Don't make me angry again, David. Do as you're told. I want to keep an eye on that part of you that has been misbehaving, the part that got so excited about the video and has gone on misbehaving ever since." "But...""There's nothing to make such a fuss about. The central heating's on, the house is as warm as toast. We're going downstairs to phone your mother, and I want to be sure you're not being indecent. Now put it on at once." Slowly David pulled the garment over his head. It was far worse than he had thought. Almost transparent, the filmy black material was a shorty nightie that barely reached his thighs. He looked despairingly at Mr. Adamson. "Please. It's so short and..." Mr. Adamson laughed. "And I can see through it. Yes. That's the idea. Have a look at yourself." He pulled open a wardrobe door. There was a full-length mirror on the inside face. David saw his slim body outlined through the transparent black mesh, his nipples prominent dark points, his groin, shadowy, mysterious, his penis clearly visible. He was shocked. He found the sight erotic. Mr. Adamson's voice woke him from an absorbed stare. "Very fetching you look too. Goes very well with that pale skin of yours and that long curly black hair. Girly black hair." He laughed. "But I'll take pity on you." He opened another drawer and said, "You can wear these; I'll still be able to see if you get up to anything." It was a pair of red panties. They were made of satin trimmed with lace and there was very little of them. David blushed as he took them. "Put them on. Hurry now, it's getting late." And David had another shock, there was even less of the panties than he had thought, for, as he pulled them on, there seemed to be room for a third leg and he saw that there was a great gaping hole at the crotch and that, too, was edged in lace. Mr. Adamson chuckled. "Yes, crotchless panties. You won't be able to get away with anything wearing those." His voice changed. "Downstairs now, David," and grabbed the teenager by the arm and shoved him out of the bedroom door. Mr. Adamson telephoned David's aunt's house in Bradford. David's mother had arrived safely, but was in the bath and would ring back in half an hour. David and Mr. Adamson sat on the sofa beside the telephone waiting for the call. David was worried about the shortness of the nightie, even shorter now that he was sitting down and kept tugging at it and then his penis kept slipping out of the slit in the panties. Mr. Adamson observed his embarrassment and seemed amused. Then he said, "Stop fiddling. Pulling at it won't make it longer, and if you tear it, you'll be in real trouble. And stop playing with yourself. If you touch your cock again, I'll tie your hands together." David quickly put his hands by his sides. Mr. Adamson smiled and sipped from the drink he had made himself. "While we're waiting David, I want to talk to you seriously about your behaviour this evening. Your mother trusted you. She was worried that you might find it difficult to cope on your own. But she didn't dream of what I found you engaged in. Stealing her whisky was bad enough, of course, but worse was that video and what you were doing. If I'm not to tell your mother, which is what I really ought to do, I'll have to deal with you myself. Now, first, I want you to tell me where you got the video." Silence. David could not speak. Mr. Adamson's hand flashed out and slapped his face. "I'll get it out of you. Better speak now before worse follows." And he slapped David again, holding him by the shoulder so that he could not move away. David began to cry. "I bought it." "Where? From whom?" Silence only the sound of David sobbing. He felt strong hands on his waist lifting him as if he were a feather, and he found himself across the man's knee, head down, his legs trapped between his thighs. The nightie was lifted, a hand pressed on his back while the other pulled the panties down to his thighs. "I see you want to be spanked on your bare bottom," said Mr. Adamson as delivered the first stinging slap. "I should have brought Sally's hairbrush down," accompanied the second. "In fact when I've reached twenty-five," the third, "I shall go and fetch it and you'll find out what the bristles feel like on that tender skin." Four, five and six. The slaps rang out rhythmically. David was sobbing loudly now and crying out that he would tell. But Mr. Adamson didn't hear him, or pretended not to and continued spanking until David's white bottom had turned a dark, flaming red in the dim light. "So you're ready to tell me how you acquired the video." David told how he had bought it from a fellow student at his school who had been to Amsterdam, and hesitated about revealing the name, but another slap from Mr. Adamson and the threat of more persuaded him. "Andrew Crowley," said Mr. Adamson musingly his hand resting on David's bottom. "I suppose I'll have to inform his parents. This sort of thing must be stopped." David, still weeping, helplessly pinned across Mr. Adamson's knee, his bottom aflame, head hanging down inches above the carpet, feeling as if it would burst, was horrified anew. "No. Please. You mustn't. Everyone would know I'd told." "Well, what of it?" Mr. Adamson's hand was absently stroking David's bottom. "What if they did know?" "I'd be finished. They don't like me as it is, they make fun of me." "Do they now? And why is that?" The fingers of the stroking hand strayed between his hot, smarting buttocks. It felt cool, soothing and somehow exciting. "I don't know. Because I don't do sport, play football, I haven't got a girlfriend and mummy doesn't like me to go out at night." "In other words they think you're a sissy." "Yes," said David. He was not thinking of his answer. The hand absent-mindedly stroking his bare bottom was having an effect in spite of his discomfort. David felt his penis beginning to stir against Mr. Adamson's knee and was terrified at the idea that the man would see and mock and punish him. "Please let me up now Mr. Adamson. I've told you everything." "Perhaps you have - for the time being, at least. But remember I can do a lot worse if ever you try to keep things from me." The man released the boy and taking him by the waist lifted him and stood him between his knees. "Now pull those panties up. And sit down." He patted the sofa beside him. The boy winced as the rough material of the sofa came into contact with his sore and inflamed bottom. The red panties were no great protection. "Sore are you?" Mr. Adamson's deep tones were sympathetic. "Well, I'll help you out. I can be kind, and you have been co-operative." Once again he took the boy by the waist lifted him and placed him on his lap, but sitting across the man's powerful thighs, his bottom protruding beyond them. "There, that's better, isn't it. Well, what do you say?" "Thank you, Mr. Adamson." David was thoroughly bewildered. In his wildest dreams he could never have imagined that he would be sitting across a man's lap, dressed in a transparent filmy nightie that barely reached his thighs and red crotchless panties, and expressing gratitude because his thoroughly spanked, sore inflamed bottom, protruding over the edge of the man's thighs, was spared the pain of bearing his weight. "I should think you're grateful. Gives this sore little bottom a bit of air." And he patted it gently. Then the telephone rang. Mr. Adamson made no move to answer it; instead he picked up something with a long trailing wire and held it up. "An earpiece," he said as the phone rang again. When you talk to your mother I shall be listening in. Where she's concerned you are not to be trusted." Then he picked up the phone and began talking to the boy's mother, explaining how David came to be staying in his house. "The poor thing came knocking on my door as soon as it grew dark. Tears in his eyes. He said he was frightened, had passed a couple of rough-looking men loitering in the street outside. Thought they were going to break in and kidnap him." As he spoke, the hand that was patting David's bottom began to stroke it. Somehow the fingers had strayed inside the opening of the crotchless panties and the hand was gliding over the hot bare skin. Once again David found himself fighting against the exciting sensations aroused by this absent-minded caress. "Of course, he'll be all right here. I'll look after him," said Mr. Adamson. "But he can talk to you and tell you himself." Mr. Adamson handed the phone to the boy. "Here he is." "Hello mummy," said David, uncomfortably aware that the cool soothing fingers on his bottom were beginning to arouse his penis. His mother said how sorry she was to leave him on his own, but he could hardly focus on her words. He could feel his penis swelling and brushing against the opening of the panties, and then the coolness as it emerged into the air. "What a silly thing you are," said his mother, "to be frightened of rough men. Why ever would they kidnap you?" He felt the caressing hand on his bottom and then something new - the warmth of Mr. Adamson's breath against his ear and the man's murmuring voice dark and warm as his breath as he ordered, "Tell her you thought they might do things to you." Hypnotized, wholly under the spell of this man, David obeyed. His voice quivered as he repeated the words the man had breathed into his ear. He was overcome by a mixture of unfamiliar feelings, the insistent hand stroking his bottom, calming, soothing, but terribly exciting, terror lest Mr. Adamson should notice his penis jutting out of the panties, and yet a half-comforting, half-frightening sense of being wholly in the man's power. "You're far too sensitive, darling," said his mother. "What on earth did you think they would do to you?" Again Mr. Adamson's voice murmured into his ear, instructing him what to say. He felt the man's lips as he spoke and now and then his tongue touching the sensitive inner flesh, and he shivered, but he obeyed, his voice shaking even more. "I heard them say I was pretty and they were going to have me."He heard his mother's sharp intake of breath at these words. "Oh darling! I am sure you misheard them. You are very pretty to be a boy, I know; but that's a good thing. Don't be frightened. You're safe now with Harry, with Mr Adamson. He's very strong and kind. He'll look after you, put you to bed, even give you a cuddle. It sounds as if you could do with one. I must go now. Alice is calling me. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Be obedient and do what Harry tells you." The conversation ended, and as Mr Adamson replaced the receiver, his hand brushed against David's erect penis. "What's this?" he said. "A cockstand because your mother's on the phone? I don't believe it." The hand on David's bottom tightened in anger and squeezed the sore flesh. David yelped. "It's not like that, Mr Adamson. I can explain. I couldn't help it, really I couldn't," he pleaded, his hands over his groin protectively, almost hysterical with fear lest the man strike his penis again. "Alright, alright," said Mr Adamson. "I want to get to the bottom of this," and he relaxed his hold on David's bottom and patted it. "If it wasn't talking to your mother that's excited you like this, then it must have been the idea of rough men using you. Is that what turns you on?" "No, no," said David desperately. "I only said it because you told me to." "And why do you think I told you to say it? Because I wanted to see if it turned you on. All evening I've been noticing how feminine you are, and I wanted to test it out, and this is the result." "But it's not like that. Really, Mr Adamson, please believe me." "I'd like to, David, but you've shown yourself so deceitful that it's very difficult. And don't think that I really believed you were staring at my underwear in the bathroom earlier on. You were looking at my cock. Can you deny it?" David didn't. He was too shocked. He stared up at Mr Adamson. "Don't look at me with those big innocent eyes as if you don't know what I'm talking about. The way you looked at my cock, it was hungry, like a girl who wants to feel it inside her. You were almost licking your lips." "It's not true. It's not true." "Are you sure of that? Are you willing to put it to the test?" As he said this, he lifted David from his lap and set him standing between his wide-spread thighs. He stared challengingly into the boy's eyes. David couldn't meet that mocking, questioning, yet serious gaze and looked away. "How do you mean put it to the test?" "I'll show you." Still holding him by the waist, he pressed David down until the boy was kneeling between his legs. "I just want you to look and answer my questions." With that, he untied the belt that held his robe together and slowly pulled it open, exposing once again the black pouch that barely managed to contain the great serpent of his penis, barely a foot away from the boy's eyes. David, shocked, tried to move away, but Mr Adamson took hold of his hair and held his head motionless. "You stared at it hard enough before; it's too late to pretend. Have you never seen a man's cock before." David shook his head as much as the grasp on his hair allowed. "No, Mr Adamson." He was shocked and bewildered. The enormous penis, as much exposed as hidden by the thin material that strained to cover it, seemed to be stirring slightly. "So you've never seen a grown man's erection. Well, this will be your first time then." With fear and astonishment, David saw the man's penis swelling and straightening, like a live thing waking within the confinement of the pouch. Mr Adamson pushed the pouch down, uncovering the flesh of it as it began to rear up, gradually reaching its full size. The enormous ruby head was almost touching David's face. He stared, his eyes enormous, his mouth falling open. "So what does that make you feel?" David did not hear the question, did not realize that Mr Adamson was no longer holding him by his hair. There was silence for a minute while Mr Adamson looked at the boy's rapt face. Then abruptly, he pulled the edges of his robe together, hiding the enormous penis, breaking the spell. "I asked you a question, miss," he said, "and you answered it without saying a word." He laughed. David blinked and looked up. "But I didn't hear the question," he said. "Exactly, because you were in dreamland staring at my cock, couldn't make up your mind whether you wanted to kiss it or sit on it. You're masquerading as a boy; you look like a girl, and your desires are those of a girl." He hauled the boy to his feet and looked at him, ignoring David's protests that he was a boy. "And what's more," he added, looking him up and down and licking his lips, "you're dressed as a girl. I made you wear those things for other reasons, as you know, but I see I made the right choice. You should always be dressed as a girl. As for this," he reached forward and grabbed hold of the boy's penis still protruding through the slit in the crotchless panties, but subsiding now from its excited state, "as for this, it's no more than a pretty little ornament." Hopelessly, David repeated that he was a boy, not a girl. He could not understand how he had come to be in this position between Mr Adamson's muscular thighs, dressed in a transparent nightie and crotchless red panties, his penis held by this contemptuous man who was so unerringly challenging his masculinity. He was beginning to doubt it himself. He felt his penis stiff again in the man's grasp. "Please, don't do that," he said weakly. He felt himself being pulled closer and closer to the man whose other hand reached round and clasped his bottom. He heard Adamson's voice "Your mother suggested I should give you a cuddle. Perhaps this is what she had in mind." And the man's mouth pressed against his, and he felt the tongue pressing against his lips and snaking inside his mouth as he opened it to protest. A hand on his back crushed him to Harry Adamson's chest while the other caressed his bottom. Against his will, he felt his body responding, his arms going round the man's neck and his bottom pushing against the caressing hand. Then, overcome with nervous excitement and a passion he wanted to resist, his mind and body in turmoil, he fainted. He opened his eyes. He was lying in a bed, Sally's bed, in Sally's room. Mr Adamson was sitting in a chair beside him, looking concerned. "A bit too much for you was it," he said, and his voice was kind and reassuring. "Well, we won't say any more about it for now. It's late, and you've had an emotional evening. A good sleep will do you good. And perhaps tomorrow we can make a fresh start." The events of the evening came flooding back to David, and he blushed intensely, seized by a mixture of embarrassment and shame. Mr Adamson, still dressed in his black robe, smiled at him. "I thought if I read to you for a while, it might calm you down, help you to sleep. Would you like that." David nodded. He had not been read to sleep for years, but he thought it would take his mind off the events of the evening. "I'd like that," he said shyly, and thought how kind and understanding Mr Adamson could be. Mr Adamson picked up a book from the floor beside him. "This is one of Sally's - a romance, I expect. It doesn't matter, the main thing is to get you off to sleep." He began to read. The book was indeed a romance. David was only half-listening, letting himself be soothed by Mr Adamson's deep, rich voice, which flowed over him like a dark tide. How different he could be, David thought, remembering how cruel and stern the man had been earlier. He smiled to himself and turned on his side and was abruptly shocked out of his dreamy state. While he was reading, Mr Adamson had spread his legs and leant back in the chair and pushed his knees forward until they touched the side of the bed, and in doing so, his robe had fallen open, exposing his enormous penis. He no longer wore anything under the robe, and the penis hung down like a thick piece of rope between the well-muscled thighs over his enormous balls. Once again, David was reminded of a sleeping snake. It was dangerous and somehow attractive. Mr Adamson turned a page and looked up and saw the direction of the boy's fixed gaze. Still reading, he reached across and twitched the bed clothes off David's body and saw that the boy's hand in his dreamy state had reached between his thighs and was holding his penis, which protruded from the opening in his panties. He dropped the book on the floor and stood over the boy. "I'm disappointed in you, David," he said, his face growing stern. "It seems that all you can do is think about my cock, which as I see turns you on. I said you were a girl. You seem to be obsessed." David was close to tears. "It isn't like that, really it wasn't," he said and wished he hadn't looked at Mr Adamson's cock. But it was so large, so unavoidable. "I'm sorry. Please don't hit me." The man was still angry. "I sat here reading you to sleep, hoping we could put all that behind us and make a fresh start tomorrow. I thought how sweet and innocent you looked, and perhaps I'd misjudged you after all. But no, after all, you're cock-mad. You were going to spend the night dreaming of sucking men's cocks and masturbating. Well, I won't have it. Turn over. Lie on your back." While David obeyed, he took some of Sally's stockings from a drawer in the chest beside him. "In the middle of the bed," he added and lifted David up and placed him where he wanted. Then he climbed on the bed and knelt astride the boy's pink hairless chest. He flinched as the big man loomed over him and put his hands protectively across his face, whimpering in fear. "Don't be such a sissy," said Mr Adamson, "I'm not going to slap you. I'm just going to make sure you don't get up to anything during the night. I shall tie your hands to the bedhead."Lucky that Sally wanted one of those old-fashioned brass bedsteads. As he spoke, he took the boy's hands one by one and tied a stocking around each wrist. But David hardly heard a word. To the boy's horror, Mr. Adamson, who had not bothered to close his robe, was so positioned that his penis hung over the boy's face, and as he moved in tying a stocking around each wrist, his penis bobbed and touched first David's nose, then his cheeks, and then his lips. Whether it was the man's accusation that he wanted to suck cocks, something that David had never thought of till then, or something else, he didn't know, but the boy felt an almost irresistible desire to open his mouth and let the penis slide between his lips and to suck it like a lollipop. He had almost given way when, to his mixed relief and regret, the man's movements made the penis move away from the boy's mouth. "I don't want you to be more uncomfortable than necessary, so I'm just making sure that you won't be able to reach down there to masturbate in the night," Mr. Adamson's voice came from above him as he secured the other end of each stocking to the top of a brass bedpost just below the shiny brass ball that surmounted it. In doing this, he leant further across than before, and his penis trailed across David's face, coming to rest on his lips once again. And this time, David could not resist. He did not give way completely, but could not help letting his tongue slip between his lips and giving Mr. Adamson's cock a long caressing lick. The man drew back and looked down at the boy's face. "Well, I'm damned," he said. "What a randy little bitch you are." He sounded almost amused. David's face was red with shame and embarrassment. "I didn't mean to... I couldn't help it," he stammered. "Please don't be angry with me again." "Well, we shall see," said Mr. Adamson, and leant forward again, very deliberately, so that his penis trailed once more across the boy's face. David shut his eyes. "Please, don't." He tried to push the man away, but his wrists were securely tied, and he could raise his hands no more than a few inches above the pillow. He felt the soft, cool weight of Mr. Adamson's cock trailing smoothly across his cheeks, and his body quivered and shook as it moved across his eyelids. Mr. Adamson's hand was guiding its track over his face. Now it moved tantalisingly quickly across his mouth. Now it was on his eyelids again. Now, suddenly, it was gone. David opened his eyes and saw it above him, inches away, and it was swelling once more. The great purple head was rearing up between Mr. Adamson's fingers, and then he pointed it downwards, and as David closed his eyes, it touched his lips, and without thinking, without giving himself time to make a choice, the boy opened his mouth, and the engorged head of the swelling penis head began to push its way in between his lips. David whimpered at the first taste of the man, and ran his tongue over the smooth, alien body in his mouth. He felt abysmally ashamed and terribly excited. From above him, but as if very distant, he heard Mr. Adamson's voice. "That's what you wanted all along, you little cocksucking bitch. That's right, use your tongue." The soft, yet hard penis pushed its way to the back of David's mouth, and he almost gagged, but then it withdrew, and, as if afraid that it would leave him, he sucked at it, raising his head a little from the pillow. Then it pushed into his mouth again, slowly, deliciously, until once again he almost gagged, and it withdrew. The next time he sucked, he licked furiously, pressing his tongue into its soft firmness. Then abruptly, he was bereft, the thing was gone. He opened his eyes and looked up, his expression showing deprivation and disappointment. Mr. Adamson was watching him intently and nodded. "Yes, my girl, you really have given yourself away." He got off the bed and stood beside it, looking down at the boy, at his hands lying on the pillow beside his head, secured to the brass bedposts by nylon stockings, his pale, heart-shaped face framed by curly black hair, his big blue eyes staring up piteously at the man, filmed with tears, the red lips which had so recently enfolded his cock, parted now as if the boy wanted to say something but could not speak, the slim body outlined through the transparent black nightie rucked up now above the red satin panties through which his penis still protruded, still erect, at the slim thighs and long legs lying passive against the sheet. "That's enough for today," he said. "I shall leave you to sleep now if you can, and to lick your lips at the thought of men's cocks if you can't. I've made sure you won't be able to do anything else. Have you anything to say to me before I go?" The boy shook his head, still staring at the man out of eyes from which tears were now flowing. "Well then, good night. I shall see you in the morning." The man switched off the light and went out, leaving the door open through which the dim bulb on the landing cast a shadowy, uncertain light. David lay in the semi-darkness, his eyes still wide open, crying silently. He was shocked, horrified by what had just happened. He could not understand himself and the desires that had suddenly revealed themselves to him; could not understand the mixture of emotions, joy, excitement, terror that had seized him when Mr. Adamson's cock had slid between his lips. The memory made him shudder as that feeling returned for a moment; then he felt revulsion - at himself. Why had he felt so bereft when he had been deprived of that cock in his mouth, why had he wanted nothing so much as to feel his lips around it again? How could he have desired such a thing? And still desire it? He asked himself the question and could not answer it. But he did not want to desire it. He would not give way again. Somehow he had been tricked into letting that beautiful cock into his mouth. But he would not let it happen again. Tomorrow would be different. The resolution comforted him, and his tears ceased to flow, and gradually he fell asleep. He did not know what he dreamed about, for, in the morning, he had forgotten. Harry Adamson did not go to bed for some time. He sat downstairs on the sofa for more than an hour, drinking and smoking, and though his eyes were open, he did not see the room around him. He too, was remembering the evening, remembering how the boy's mouth had felt around his cock. He too, was making plans for tomorrow, and a smile played around his lips, and under his black robe, his cock grew hard. Reluctant Convert – by: Suzi4th Part 2 David woke to bright sunlight and a gentle stroking of his forehead. It took him a moment to register that he was not in his own bed but next door in Sally's, in her father's house, and that Mr. Adamson was stroking his forehead. He was sitting in the same chair as last night, and David blushed a deep red as he remembered all that had happened. Mr. Adamson smiled at him as he stirred and tried to move his hands and found he could not, that they were still tied to the brass bedposts, a vivid memento of the night before. "We'll soon release you from bondage, sleepyhead. And then breakfast." He was dressed in casual clothes, a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt that was tight over his muscular chest and arms. He was in a genial mood and chattered as he untied the knots that bound the boy. "I hope you're not as hard to wake every day." He rubbed David's wrists. "No harm done. And I've brought up breakfast for you." He gestured to a tray on the bedside table. "Come on now. Get yourself straight." He arranged the pillows behind David and adjusted the halter-neck of the nightie, reminding the boy he was dressed in a semi-transparent shortie nightdress and open crotch red panties. He wriggled in embarrassment and shame, but Mr. Adamson appeared to notice nothing. "Don't imagine I'll bring you breakfast in bed every day," he said as he placed the loaded tray on the boy's lap. "I thought you could do with a bit of pampering after last night. I gave you a bit of a hard time, I'll admit. Not that you didn't deserve it. And don't suppose for a moment that it's all forgotten. We're going to have a serious talk later, you and I." He poured milk from the little jug into the bowl of cereal. "Come on, you must be hungry after all that emotion. I've never seen anyone cry so often." David ate his cereal and drank a glass of orange juice. He even ate a slice of toast. All through his breakfast, Mr. Adamson continued to talk in the same friendly way, seeming not to expect any response from the boy. He couldn't speak, and Mr. Adamson knew it, just as he had known he would be hungry. David had prepared himself to face the man of last night, the man of the black robe who had mocked and frightened him, who had spanked him ignominiously and made him cry, who had dressed him in a nightie and panties and treated him as a girl, who had made him doubt his maleness and had tempted him into sucking his cock. But the man who had woken him and brought him breakfast in bed, this genial man talking away in the sunny room, was entirely different. He could not be defiant or surly in the face of this open-hearted kindness and concern for his comfort. The sunshine, along with Mr. Adamson's friendliness, began to dissolve David's determination. There was nothing for him to resist. The previous night now seemed almost like a dream; the black robe and the terrifying thing it had hidden had no place in this bright morning. Involuntarily, David glanced at Mr. Adamson's crotch. The monster was still there; he could see its outline clearly swelling the tight blue denim along the inside of the man's left thigh. It was still imposing but, imprisoned by the blue denim, it seemed safe, unthreatening, contained by the everyday.Suddenly aware of the direction of his gaze, and not sure how long he had been staring, he looked up guiltily at Mr. Adamson's face. But he had noticed nothing. He was saying, "Well, if you've finished your breakfast, perhaps you'd like to get up. Have a shower and join me downstairs. I thought we could go for a drive into the country, have lunch in a pub somewhere." He took the breakfast tray and stood up. Awkwardly, David said, "Thank you for the breakfast, Mr. Adamson, it was very kind of you." "Not at all. We got off to a bad start yesterday. It couldn't be helped, I had to intervene for your mother's sake as well as your own. But today's another day. I hope it will be a better one - for both of us." He turned away. "I'll leave you to it," he said. "Don't be long," and went out of the room. As soon as he was gone, David bounded out of bed, overjoyed to be unsupervised, trusted by this man whose good opinion, surprisingly, he found himself anxious to win. He threw off the humiliating nightie and the panties and hurried into the bathroom where he showered quickly and brushed his teeth. In five minutes, he was back in the bedroom ready to dress in his own clothes. But he could not find them. They had been lying on the carpet last night, where they had fallen when he had been hurried out of them. Mr. Adamson must have tidied them away. But where? He looked round the room. They were not visible. He opened the wardrobe door. There were rows of Sally's dresses, skirts, on the floor were high-heeled shoes and boots, but no sign of his own clothes. He pulled open the drawers in the chest, stockings, bras, panties, slips, feminine lingerie, but nothing of his. At a loss, he stood uncertainly in a shaft of sunlight by the open door of Sally's bedroom wondering what he should do. Irresolute, he called out, "Mr. Adamson, please, I can't find my clothes." Distantly downstairs, he heard, "Didn't hear that. I'll be with you in a second." Then there was the sound of plates clashing and a cupboard door slamming shut, and Mr. Adamson, still holding a tea towel, came bounding up the stairs. He caught sight of David in the doorway, naked, the sunlight creating a halo around his body, and came to an abrupt halt. For a moment, words failed him. If David had been looking at him, he would have seen his face take on an expression of the purest lust. But David's eyes were cast down in shyness, and his hands crept in front of him to cover his groin. The man quickly recovered himself, and the look of genial good humor which had reigned over breakfast returned. "Not dressed yet! Flaunting yourself naked. This won't do. The day is passing." "I couldn't find my clothes," said David, his voice low and embarrassed. "I told you, it doesn't matter. Put on whatever takes your fancy. Sally won't mind." "I meant my clothes," said David, shocked. "I can't wear Sally's." "Of course you can. You're more or less of a size - if anything, she's bigger, certainly is in the tit department, though you've nothing to be ashamed of there. Don't you worry about her. I'll make sure she doesn't object. She can be a little madam with young men but not with me." "But I want mine. I can't dress as a girl." Mr. Adamson looked astonished. "But that's all agreed. Maybe I wasn't crystal clear last night, but I explained it to you this morning. You can't expect to get away with what you did yesterday scot-free, and this is your punishment, not a harsh one by any means, you'll agree, taking everything into consideration. Anyway, you didn't object." "But, Mr. Adamson, I didn't hear you say it." "Daydreaming again. That's one of your problems. I noticed it yesterday, and I don't have to remind you, they were rather unwholesome dreams. In fact, the form your punishment takes, though I don't like the word, is really meant as a kind of therapy, meant to fit the crime or crimes, another word I don't like. It's a designer treatment, custom-made so to speak," Mr. Adamson chuckled. "It should cure you of those daydreams, among other things." David was guiltily aware that he hadn't listened to all of Mr. Adamson's chatter over breakfast and was terrified lest the man had noticed when he had stared at his penis swelling down the inner thigh of his jeans. But he had another objection, and it seemed irrefutable. "But you said we were going out - to the country and to a pub. I couldn't possibly go out dressed like that - people would notice." Mr. Adamson roared with laughter. "No wonder you were worried if you thought you had to go out wearing a transparent black nightie and crotchless red panties. You'd certainly get noticed in that. No, no. Of course you're to wear lingerie, I want you properly dressed after all. But you'll be wearing a dress or a skirt and blouse over your undies. No one will notice, especially since you'll have a touch of eye makeup and a smidgeon of lip gloss, and we'll titivate your hair a bit. A bangle or two on your wrist, and the only notice you'll get is admiration. And don't worry about your voice, it's one of those in-between voices; dressed as a boy, you sound like a boy's, dressed as a girl, you'll sound like a girl, a sexy young girl at that." As he spoke, Mr. Adamson had led David back into the bedroom in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the wardrobe door. He selected various items and spread them carefully on the bed and then took items of underwear from the chest of drawers. He was full of energy and excitement. David resigned himself to the ordeal of an excursion dressed as a girl. Mr. Adamson had made it sound like a kind of challenge, a trick to pull off. After all, as a punishment, it wasn't too bad, especially if it meant that his mother wouldn't hear about the whisky and the pornographic video. So he stood passively in front of the mirror, not really looking at himself, but somehow reassured nonetheless by the sight of his familiar body. That would remain the same, however he was dressed. He was aware of Mr. Adamson bustling about the room, but the man's movements were unthreatening. The whole thing began to appear to David almost as an adventure, a risky masquerade he could even look forward to and might remember with pleasure afterwards when he had carried it off. "Come on now, you should show some interest." He took David by the shoulder and turned him to face the array of clothes spread on the duvet. "I want you to choose. After all, you'll be wearing it." David stared, baffled, at the mass of female clothing. "I don't know..," he began. "What I thought," said Mr. Adamson, "seeing that it's a spring day in May, is that you should wear something virginal, fresh, suited to a young girl, something like these white silk stockings, they'll go well with these white satin and lace panties, and the white waspy. And I found this white lace bra of Sally's when she was about your size." "A bra!" said David, dismayed. "Do I really have to wear a bra? Couldn't I...?" "Of course you must. We've got to do things properly. Don't worry, it's a half-cup and underwired, and since it'll be a bit tight, it'll bring out those little beauties you've got a treat. Just wait till you see them nestling in white lace." He patted the boy's shoulder. "And now for the rest. I thought maroon, this maroon leather mini, the white silk blouse, and those maroon patent leather shoes." He pointed to a pair beside the bed. David, who had been about to protest at the miniskirt, was distracted by the shoes, which had slingbacks and two-inch heels. "I can't wear those. I couldn't walk in them." "It will be easy. You'll see. Of course, you must have a little practice before we go out, but you'll manage it in no time. You need a bit of advice anyway on how to walk and move like a female; believe me, that's much harder. But," he mused, "perhaps not in your case. I've noticed you tend to walk with rather a sway to your hips. Anyway, that's the ensemble I suggest. What do you think of it? It's up to you. My regime is liberal, you'll agree." David relented, picked up the bra and the shoes. He thought he might as well accept Mr. Adamson's choice. He had no ideas of his own, was glad that he was being consulted at all, and wanted to please the man, to keep him in his present benevolent mood. So he agreed. "I'll help you dress," said Mr. Adamson. "It wouldn't be fair to expect you to manage on your own the first time. But pay attention. I won't dress you again." He took a garment from the bed. "Begin with this, it's a waspy. Pull your stomach in as much as you can." He stood behind the boy and passed his hand round to feel the boy's warm skin for a moment. "That's the way," he said approvingly. The waspy was a little too small, and it compressed David's waist, and when Mr. Adamson looked over David's shoulder into the mirror, he saw how it rounded out and emphasized the boy's hips and how the two suspenders hung down his thighs. The man licked his lips. "Now come and sit down." He guided David back to the bed where he sat down, still facing the mirror. "It's time for the stockings. Watch carefully. I'll put on the first, and I want you to put on the second yourself." He showed the boy how to hold the stocking and lifted his leg and began to put the stocking on. He proceeded very slowly, talking, explaining all the time, and using the opportunity to caress the boy's leg. "You have to be careful, gentle. The material is very delicate. Like this, you see. Don't let your nails catch. Don't let the material bunch up down here." He ran his hands slowly up the boy's leg and told him to stand as he pulled the stocking taut on his thigh, and reached caressingly between the boy's legs to adjust the stocking top. "And keep it straight, don't let it twist. And the lacy top, don't let it fold over."David shivered as he felt the man's hands touching him, deftly running over his thigh, between them, behind them. He felt the beginnings of arousal and tried to ignore them. Mr. Adamson attached the suspenders, and his hands touched David's bottom and then his penis, which was stirring. To the boy's relief, he took no notice and stepped back. "There," he said, "Now you try the other one. Sit down to begin with." He handed David the second stocking and watched him in the mirror as he clumsily began to follow the man's instructions. The boy's movements, as he lifted his foot and began to pull the stocking on, revealed his anus and his half-hard penis and balls. "That's the way. Stand up. Gently now. Good. Now stand up to fasten the suspenders. Yes, that one is more difficult. Twist around. There, you've got it. It'll be easier next time." He watched the intensely erotic image of the boy's lithe figure bending and turning in the mirror, yet kept up the flow of advice and encouragement, and his voice remained level and friendly, not betraying his excitement. "Now this." He picked up the bra. "I'm pretty sure it'll fit. But it'll be a tight fit. Which, as I said, is a good thing." David looked at him pleadingly as he slipped the straps over his shoulders. For some reason, the idea of wearing a bra afflicted him more than anything else. "Don't look at me like that. It's got to be done properly. Luckily, it's front-fastening." He grabbed abruptly at David's chest, catching hold of the flesh and pulling upward. David felt his skin uncomfortably dragging under the tightness of the bra, and almost cried out. Mr. Adamson repeated the painful maneuver, then adjusted the straps. He stepped back to look at the result and sighed with gratification. "Perfect. Better than I had hoped. Have a look yourself." David looked down and saw again the two white mounds of flesh surmounted by the small nipples that he had seen in the bathroom the night before. But the mounds were larger, and they nestled in the half-cups of the lacy white brassiere, almost overflowing them. "Even better. Look in the mirror." David saw that his nipples peeped over the top of the bra, but he saw too and registered how different he looked. The familiar image of his body, which had so reassured him earlier, had gone. He saw an erotic pin-up, a girl's image in the white stockings, the waspie and the bra, the narrow waist, the rounded hips, the slim, elegant legs, the breasts swelling above the half-cups of the bra. His almost shoulder-length black curly hair framed a face which now seemed to him unfamiliar despite its familiarity. It belonged now to the unfamiliar body as a girl's face. Only his penis contradicted the femininity of his image and by a kind of perverseness also emphasized it and made it erotic. He turned wondering, dismayed eyes to look at Mr. Adamson, who smiled reassuringly at him. "Now slip into these," and handed him a pair of white lace panties. David drew them on slowly. His mind was in turmoil. What he had seen in the mirror, what he could see now as he felt the delicate material on his skin, was a transformed, barely recognizable version of himself, an image that was erotic, sexually desirable, but undeniably female. Though he could not formulate it, he felt a confused desire to identify himself with that image, to substitute it for what he had always been. Adamson watched the play of feeling in the boy's expressive face, understood it, and was silent for a moment. Then he handed the boy the skirt. "Step into that. Work it over your hips. It zips at the side." Without changing his tone, he added, as casually as he could manage, "Of course, when we go out, I'll have to use a different name. I can't call you David, dressed like that." The boy looked up, his eyes surprised and questioning, leaving the skirt unzipped, and it began to slip down again. The man reached over and adjusted it and pulled up the zip. "Do I have to do everything for you? I thought of Susie. I think it will suit you." "But I don't want a girl's name." "Well, you'll have to put up with it. You surely won't want people to suspect anything out of the ordinary. I have to address you somehow, and then, we might bump into someone I know, and I'll have to introduce you. You can be my niece Susie, my sister's daughter staying with me, come on a visit from London, because her mother had to go away to visit a sick relative. That keeps close to the truth. It's always best, I think." As he spoke, he had put the blouse on David and found a pair of earrings and clipped them to David's ears. "Yes, Susie, eighteen years old, from London, let's say from Hampstead. You'd better get used to your new name, Susie. So that's what I'll call you from now on. And of course, I'm uncle," he laughed, "your Uncle Harry." He moved to the other side of the room. "Come and sit here, Susie," and indicated a chair in front of the dressing table mirror, and watched as the pretty girl who had been David turned to him with bewildered eyes. "I don't understand." "What don't you understand, Susie?" "Please, don't call me that. I feel ... Oh, Mr. Adamson, I feel ...." David stopped. He couldn't put the strangeness of his feeling into words. He hated being called Susie, he knew he did, and yet, when Mr. Adamson used the name, it made him shiver with something like pleasure and excitement. "You feel strange. But you'll get used to it. Over here now, my girl, we better hurry. Do as Uncle Harry tells you. This is all taking up time." As the boy approached and sat down, Mr. Adamson noticed how graceful and feminine his movements were. He took the boy's face in his hands and had to restrain his desire to kiss the full lips. "Now, a little makeup, the finishing touches." Rapidly, skillfully, he applied dark red lip gloss to the boy's mouth, eye shadow, and mascara. He attached earrings. "There. You look beautiful, Susie." And looking back at him from the mirror through his own eyes, David did indeed see a beautiful young girl. Again, he experienced that strange, exciting feeling of being and not being the girl in the image, the insistence that he wasn't and the exciting desire to be that girl. Mr. Adamson led him downstairs and put the red patent leather shoes on him. At first, David could hardly walk a step. But after ten minutes, he graduated from having to support himself on Mr. Adamson's shoulder to being able to walk across the room without difficulty. "Remember, Susie," said the man, "always take small steps and put your weight on the toe first." After another ten minutes, Mr. Adamson said he was satisfied and hurried them out of the house. His car, an MG, was parked a little way down the street, and, as they approached it, Mr. Adamson kept a few yards behind David and noticed how the young girl in front of him swayed her hips and how invitingly she jiggled her rounded bottom in the leather miniskirt. "I'll put the top down, it's such a lovely day. We'll be there in about half an hour." As they drove through the sunlit Saturday streets of the town filled with the bustle of morning shoppers, Mr. Adamson was aware of the male heads turning to look at the sexy teenage girl beside him. David, who was still in a bewildered dream, did not notice. He was still puzzling over what was happening to him and his own feelings. Once out on the open road, the roar of the car and the wind made conversation impossible, and each was left with his own thoughts and feelings. They reached the pub shortly after twelve. To David's relief, Mr. Adamson spared him the ordeal of entering the bar and led him from the car straight into the extensive pub garden, which was dotted with tables and benches distributed about the lawn and under the trees. The garden was still almost empty, and the people at the few occupied tables were too concerned with their own conversations to look up at them. "You're doing me credit, Susie," said Mr. Adamson as they walked across the grass. He had taken David's arm to guide as much as to support him. He seemed to know the place well, for he led them to the back of the garden, to a table shielded from view by tall rose bushes. "Sit down, Susie," he gestured at a bench that ran along one side of the table. "Don't look so worried. It's quite private here. No one can see you. I thought you'd prefer that," he said, "at least to begin with, let you get your breath back and feel more confident." David was grateful. He had been terrified as they walked across the grass, convinced that everyone was looking at him. "It's a bit early yet for lunch. But I'll get us something to drink. For you a white wine spritzer, I think. I know you're underage, but who's to know and who's to care?" He turned to go. David was suddenly terrified. "Please, don't leave me," he said. Mr. Adamson was charmed. "What's the matter, Susie?" He stroked David's head. "I shan't be a minute." When he returned with the drinks, he was accompanied by a plump, balding man in a sports shirt and shorts. He was talking volubly and stopped abruptly as he caught sight of David. "What have you been hiding from me, Harry? No wonder you chose this secluded spot." Mr. Adamson rolled his eyes, indicating to David that he could not help this intrusion. He introduced the plump man to David, who was aware that his gaze was directed down into his open-necked blouse. The boy blushed, and the man sat down on the bench beside him. "I didn't know you had such a beautiful niece, Harry. Where have you been hiding her? His eyes remained fixed on David's breasts." "Come on now, Tony," said Mr. Adamson, who seemed genuinely put out by the man's arrival, "remember you're a happily married man, and if you can't remember that, remember that your wife is sitting not thirty yards away." "Alas, I can't deny it," said the man."If any girl could make me forget the fact, it would be you, Susie." He seemed to expect an answer. But David didn't know what to say. He looked away, and the man mistook his shy reaction for coquetry and an invitation. "My word, Harry, you'll have to keep an eye on her." To his horror, David felt the man's bare knee under the table pressing and rubbing against his thigh. He shifted on the bench, feeling totally vulnerable, and looked appealingly at Mr. Adamson, who looked back at him angrily and then stood up and looked beyond the sheltering roses. "I think your wife is getting ready to come and see what you're up to, Tony," he said. The man looked alarmed and moved away from David. "Well, I'm sorry I can't stay," he said, getting up. "Good to see you again, Harry, and it's been a real pleasure to meet you, Susie." He hurried off to his wife. Adamson scowled at David. "You little bitch. How dare you flirt with that fat bastard?" "But I wasn't," said David indignantly. "Why did you stick out your tits under his nose then?" "He stared at them. I didn't want him to. I couldn't stop him," said David miserably. "And those flirtatious looks you gave him. And don't think I didn't know what was going on under the table." "But he was horrible. I hated him. He pushed his knee against me. It was awful," David's voice became a wail, he was on the verge of tears. "Don't cry," said Mr. Adamson sharply. "It'll ruin your makeup. I'll believe you. I know of old that he's a lecherous slob." He patted David's hand and then held it caressingly. "We won't let him spoil our day." "No," said David still gulping back tears. To comfort him, Mr. Adamson told him how pretty he was and how well he was carrying off his first outing as a girl. No one would guess the truth. He would deceive even women who much sharper eyes than men for such masquerades. "I'm proud of you, Susie," he said, "proud to be seen about with such a stunning girl." David was comforted. Things were so much better when Mr. Adamson was nice to him. He even liked being told that he was pretty, though it aroused that strange confusing excitement he had had when he looked at himself in the mirror. He began once again to appreciate the spring day, the sunshine, the blue sky and the birdsong in the trees in fresh green leaf all around them. His eyes glowed and he told Mr. Adamson how much he liked the drink he had brought, and Mr. Adamson held his hand and stroked it and said he would get him another. "Harry! Harry Adamson, I might have guessed I'd find you at the best table in the garden." A man had appeared in their little private clearing. He was in his forties, smartly dressed in an expensive lightweight suit. Mr. Adamson seemed pleased to see him, greeted him enthusiastically and introduced him to David as Edward and invited him to sit down. David was not pleased. He had been relaxing and beginning to enjoy himself alone with Mr. Adamson, and felt nervous at having to deal with another man. But Edward was very different from Ron. He was polite and, though his eyes were admiring when he shook David's hand, they did not stray. And when he sat down beside David, he did not sit intrusively close. He was good-looking, too, in a distinguished way, and his hair had touches of grey. But David did not like the look of his mouth; it was thin-lipped and there was a meanness to it when he smiled, while his eyes remained cold and watchful. He and Mr. Adamson were old friends, and, to his relief, David was largely ignored as the two exchanged pleasantries and gossip. He began to relax again, taking small sips of his drink and listening to the two men. Then, to David's alarm, Mr. Adamson got up, "What'll you have, Edward? I'm off to get a refill for Susie and me." While David gazed panic-stricken at Mr. Adamson, Edward asked for a scotch and soda, and Mr. Adamson said, "Right you are. Don't look so terrified Susie. I can leave you with Edward. He's a very honourable chap." When he had gone, Edward laughed and said, "Rather Harry than me. There's a hell of a crush at the bar. He'll be gone quite a while." David's look of dismay deepened. "You're a quiet one," said Edward, "and far too good-looking to be Harry's niece, if that's what you are. I've known him a good few years and he's never mentioned a niece." He was watching David closely and something must have shown in his expression, for Edward laughed. "I might have guessed. You're very nice but you're no niece. Admit it." "I am. I am his niece," said David miserably but without conviction and he could not look at the man sitting beside him. Edward moved closer and put his arm round David's waist. "Well, he's left you to me for the duration and he won't mind if I have a little taste of you. He owes me many a favour." "Please don't," said David trying to pull away. "I don't want you to." "Don't resist me, Susie," said Edward. "It really turns me on," and he pulled the boy even closer. David pushed at him with his hands, struggling to get free. "Lovely little vixen," said Edward delightedly and crushed David to him and kissed him, forcing, thrusting his tongue into the boy's mouth. He thrust a hand down into David's blouse and began to caress David's breasts, twisting his nipples viciously. David moaned. But there was more than pain in his voice. He was beginning to feel excited by the tongue in his mouth and the rough handling of his breasts. Insensibly, as the man prolonged his violent caresses, the boy's struggles weakened, changed, became wriggles, writhing in the man's grip. Edward sensed the change immediately. He transferred his mouth to David's ear and began licking it, whispering. "You like this, you're hot now, Susie. You want my cock." He took hold of the boy's hand and dragged it between his thighs, where it encountered Edward's penis sticking out of his trousers. It was warm to David's hand, which closed round it convulsively. "They've put a waiter on to serve in the garden. I've ..." Harry Adamson came into the little clearing. Edward and David sprang apart. "What the hell's going on?" Edward said, "Don't blame me, Harry. She leapt on me as soon as you went, had my cock out in a second and wouldn't let go. I should have resisted. Your Susie's the hottest ..." "Alright, Edward, that'll do. It would be best if you left now. Shut up, Susie," he said to David who had begun to assert his innocence. "I'll deal with you presently." Edward tidied himself and left. "I didn't, I didn't, it wasn't true, what he said." David gabbled his excuses. "I told you to shut up. Your hand was on his cock. His tongue was down your throat. You can't deny that was true. I saw it. And I saw the expression on your face. You were enjoying it; you wanted more." "But he made me. He forced me." "Just like Tony did? You can deceive me once, but not twice." "It's not fair," said David. "I hate your friends. I don't want to be Susie any more. I want to go home." He buried his face in his hands and began to cry. Mr. Adamson looked at the dark curly head, the shapely body shaking with sobs. His eyes gleamed with pleasure that his voice did not betray. "You'll go home when I decide and not before. I want you to stop that crying at once. The waiter will be here any second with our drinks, you don't want him to see you in this state." "I don't care." David looked up at him defiantly but the effect was ruined. His tears had made his mascara run and Mr. Adamson laughed. "You look like a panda, Susie you've got black smears all round your eyes. Here." He handed David the small black leather bag he had brought from the car. "You'll find a mirror and some tissues and cleanser in there. Use them. Clean yourself up." David obeyed. Whatever he said, he did not want to look foolish in front of anyone. The waiter arrived with the drinks and David noticed that Mr. Adamson paid for Edward's drink before directing the waiter to take it to another part of the garden. "Now, Susie, don't think I've forgotten. Edward is an old friend of mine. I've never known him lie about anything, anything serious at least. Whereas you, well, I don't need to remind you. The facts are clear. He says you grabbed his cock. You say he made you do it. I saw you holding it as if it was your heart's desire and no sign of force." David hung his head. "I didn't dare let go," he muttered. The man laughed. "You don't even expect me to believe that. The truth is you held it because you liked holding it. You like men's cocks." "I don't!" David threw the cleansing lotion at Mr. Adamson. It went wide and he caught it neatly in his left hand. "I hate men's cocks! I hate men!" "Shh. You're getting hysterical, Susie." David threw the mirror, which was made of plastic, and it skittered along the table. Mr. Adamson was delighted though he did not show it. "Now, now, Susie. Stop it, you're behaving irrationally." He sat down beside the teenager, straddling the end of the bench and put his arms round him. "I don't want you to be upset. We were going to have a lovely day in the country together." "It's been horrible," said David. "You've been horrible to me." "Do you want me to be nice to you, Susie?" he murmured in David's ear. "Yes." The teenager rested his head on the man's shoulder. At that moment he felt that Mr. Adamson was all-powerful and could make everything come right, if only he was kind and gentle and strong. "I will be good." "Well, let's see." Adamson lifted the boy, who did not resist him, and turned him round so that he sat sideways between the man's legs as they straddled the bench. His slim white stockinged thighs lay over the blue denim that was taut around the man's well-muscled thigh.In this position, David leaned back against the man's arm, and the man looked down at the lovely face, could see the white breasts, their tender skin slightly reddened by Edward's rough treatment. He saw how the maroon leather mini had risen a little to reveal pink skin and suspenders above the top of the white silk stockings. He saw too how the lovely boy-girl was available to him in this position. "You say you'll be good, Susie. Well, tell me truly then, what happened with Edward?" "It was awful. He held me and wouldn't let me go, and kissed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. Then he grabbed my... grabbed me here." David's hands rose to cover his breasts. "And he squeezed and pinched me. And then he licked my ear and whispered things and put my hand on his 'On his cock'." The boy nodded. "You say that's what he did. And I suppose he might have - I accept that. After all, you make a very sexy girl. But what happened, what went on inside you? You liked holding his cock, didn't you? I could see that." David shook his head vehemently. "I didn't know what I was doing. It all happened so quickly. Please believe me." "Alright," said Mr. Adamson soothingly. "I only want to be clear about what happened. So he put his hands here?" His left arm, which was holding the boy, tightened and pulled him back so that he was almost horizontal, and his right hand stole into the boy's blouse and slid over his right breast, where it nestled in the lacy bra. "And then what did he do?" The boy's eyes widened in alarm. And then he squeezed and... "Please, don't." He felt Mr. Adamson's fingers grasp his breast and then skillfully play with his nipple. "No! Stop! Please!" But even as he protested, the tense apprehension seemed to flow out of his body, and the man felt how the boy's body arched, thrusting his breast against the caressing fingers. David's eyes half-closed. "And then he kissed you, like this." The man's voice was deep and murmuring, and his mouth was gentle on the boy's. But his tongue was insistent against David's lips and pushed its way into his mouth. Mr. Adamson's eyes remained open, and he watched how the boy's thighs parted and his hips moved sensuously. The man's hand moved from the boy's breast and slid caressingly under the maroon leather mini, stroking the bare skin of the boy's inner thigh above the stocking tops until it reached the boy's erect penis constrained by the lace of the panties. The man's mouth pulled away from the boy's. "It's a good thing he didn't get into your skirt then," he said, "or he'd have found something he didn't expect, wouldn't he, Susie?" David was dazed in a sensual dream to which he had given himself up under the man's exciting caresses. Mr. Adamson was still holding his penis through the lace of the panties, and now he began to caress it. "You see how men turn you on. You can't deny it." His hand slid inside the panties and down, and a finger lightly caressed the boy's anus. "And you'd love a great big cock here, wouldn't you." David sat up abruptly, indignant and shocked. "No. I wouldn't." He reached down to pull at the man's hand between his legs. "I'd hate it. Stop doing that! You tricked me! I want to get up now." Mr. Adamson was unperturbed. "Alright, Susie. Have it your way. Come on, let me help you." David was floundering between the man's thighs in his efforts to get up. He set the boy on his feet. "You make such a lovely girl." He patted and stroked David's bottom, "it's difficult to remember you're not one." He noticed how the remark seemed to mollify David. "Shall we have some lunch then, you beautiful, sexy, creature," he invited? Though David said, "Don't call me that." Mr. Adamson saw that the compliment gave him pleasure. He took the teenager's arm, and they walked slowly across the grassy garden where almost all the tables were now occupied. He saw the admiring looks that came their way, directed at the lovely boy-girl walking beside him. And he sensed that David, too, was aware of them and that they pleased him, that he swayed his hips with more freedom, that his movements were consciously feminine. "Don't overdo it, Susie," he warned. "You'll make the other girls jealous." The faint blush on the teenager's cheeks told him he had been understood. "Still, I'm pleased that you're feeling so confident. But as this is your first outing, Susie, I don't want you to feel embarrassed. The owner of this place is a good friend of mine, and he's let me have a table in the little dining room where we'll be alone, so you shouldn't find things difficult." David squeezed his arm, grateful for his consideration. They were shown into what amounted to a private room. It contained only two tables, both unoccupied. "We should have some privacy here. See, they've cleared off the setting on the other table. Mike, that's the owner, is a good chap. He might pay us a visit later on." Then he pointed to the little button set in the table. "See, whenever we want anything, I press this, like so," and he pressed it, and a few seconds later a waitress pushed open the door carrying two large leather-backed menus. "Good afternoon, Mr. Adamson," she said. "It's good to see you again." "Come on, Alice." Mr. Adamson was reproachful. "Why so formal? I've been Harry to you for years. Are you worried you might make Susie here jealous? Susie's my niece and above all that sort of thing." He introduced them, and David felt shy under the young waitress's scrutiny. She was wearing a short black dress, and David noticed how the material was pushed out by her prominent rounded breasts and felt a twinge of something like envy; it was almost as if he wished his breasts were as large as hers. Mr. Adamson ordered drinks and discussed what they were to eat. Though he was hungry, David felt too nervous to choose anything from the list of dishes; he did not recognize the names of most of them. So he let Mr. Adamson choose for him. David was becoming increasingly aware that he needed to pee, had been holding back, and when Alice left with their order, he confided his need in Harry Adamson, who grinned at him. "Well, there's no problem, Susie. You'll use the ladies - it's just along the passage, turn right, follow the arrows down the stairs, and it's at the bottom, just opposite the gents. Just make sure you go in the right one." David felt himself blushing again and was annoyed at himself, wishing that Mr. Adamson couldn't embarrass him so easily. He found the Ladies without difficulty and went in. But all three cubicles were occupied, and a woman was already waiting. She eyed him curiously. "You're with Harry Adamson, aren't you? I saw you come in with him." David answered, "Yes, I am his niece. Do you know him?" "I know him, alright," said the woman. She was a small, neat blonde in her thirties, wearing a close-fitting velvet dress. "I know him quite well." She spoke with a curious emphasis, and David, forgetting his nervousness, looked at her questioningly. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders and turned away, and then, as if coming to a decision, she turned back to David and took him by the wrist and drew him to a corner of the room. "Look, it's none of my business, and I'll probably be sorry I spoke. If you're really his niece, then fine, but if you're not, you be careful of him. You're prettier and younger than the others, and, God knows, completely convincing." She paused and stared at him. A toilet flushed in one of the cubicles. "If it wasn't for the nervous way you came in here, as if it was all new to you, I wouldn't dream of doing this," and she swiftly thrust her hand up David's skirt and brushed her fingers across his penis. Dumbfounded, David stepped back, and a woman came out of the cubicle. "I'm sorry, but it was the quickest way. Just be very careful, watch out for him." She entered the cubicle. David was utterly bewildered. Automatically, he smoothed his skirt. What did she mean, what was she warning him against? What did she know about Mr. Adamson? Everyone seemed to know him. Who were the others she compared him with? How had she guessed he was a boy? He looked in the mirror. He saw a very pretty girl staring back at him. The woman who had come out of the cubicle was adjusting her makeup next to him and looked from her reflection to his. "You're so lucky, dear. You can just look at yourself. You don't need to worry about little repair jobs." When he returned to the little dining room, their first course was just arriving, and Mr. Adamson was joking with Alice the waitress. He had an arm around her waist. "Ah, Susie, I was just going to send Alice in search of you. She said you were so pretty you'd probably been whisked off by some young man, didn't you, Alice?" "That's right, Harry," she said as David sat down, "Too pretty for your own good." He felt there was a curious emphasis in her words, too, and she gave Mr. Adamson a meaningful look as she spoke. He noticed, too, that she was buttoning up the front of her dress. "Now, now, Alice," said Mr. Adamson warningly. "Remember your place. Be off with you until we need you," and he slapped her bottom to send her on her way, and David felt the slap was not altogether friendly. He ate and drank, but his mind was not on his food. Every now and then, he looked up at Mr. Adamson, who ate and drank and talked and did not seem to mind that David's answers were perfunctory or that he did not speak. David was preoccupied, puzzling over the meaning of his encounter in the ladies, puzzling about Mr. Adamson, so entirely at ease, so handsome and powerful in the white T-shirt that showed his muscular physique. What was the truth about him? Alice, too, seemed to know something that was to be kept secret.David wondered whether Mr. Adamson and Alice were having an affair. He remembered that she had been buttoning up the front of her dress, and he became convinced that Mr. Adamson had been caressing her breasts. He could not quite understand why he found the thought so upsetting. Was it that he felt jealous? Certainly, he was pleased when the remaining courses were served by someone else, a waiter who was impersonal and efficient. Mr. Adamson broke in upon his thoughts. "Come on, Susie, you're not very good company. You've picked at your food and barely spoken through three courses. What's the matter? You'll have to do better than that when men take you out for a meal." "Nothing's wrong," said David, but there was a sulky note to his voice and his eyes were reproachful. "I can see that something's upsetting you. Tell me about it." "Nothing is," said David. "But I want to go home now. I don't want to be Susie any more." He was aware that he sounded sulky and tried to be more dignified. "After all, I am not a girl, and I don't want to be treated like one any more." "We'll go home soon enough, Susie," said Mr. Adamson, who seemed delighted rather than put out by David's words. "As for your other desires, I'm not so sure. But I want some coffee and a cigarette. So you'll have to contain yourself a little longer." He pressed the little button on the table and ordered coffee from the silent, efficient waiter who cleared away the dessert dishes. "And ask Alice if she would bring the coffee." "Alice is off duty now, sir," said the waiter. "All the more reason," said Mr. Adamson. "You can but ask her, and she can always refuse." "Very good, sir." "Now, Susie," began Mr. Adamson. "Why did you ask for her?" asked David, unable to suppress the rage in his voice. "Why not?" said Mr. Adamson, grinning. "She's an old friend. Have you taken a dislike to her?" "No. Yes. I mean, she's rude." Alice came in with the coffee, and Mr. Adamson turned to her as she set out the cups and the paraphernalia. "So you've forgiven me, Alice." "What have I got to forgive you for, I should like to know?" "There was that smart little tap on the rump. I thought you might have taken offence." Alice did not reply and turned to go, but Mr. Adamson took hold of her arm. "Wait. You may not be offended, but Susie here is, aren't you?" He smiled his most charming smile at David. "You were just about to tell me what you have against poor Alice. Now you can tell her, too." As he spoke, he drew Alice to him and put his arm around her waist, moving it up to her breast, all the while smiling his charming smile at David. Alice was passive under his hand, and she too smiled and stared at Susie. The teenager went crimson with embarrassment, rage, and jealousy all at once. "You're horrible, both of you," he said. "I want to go home." However, he watched, fascinated, as Mr. Adamson unbuttoned Alice's dress and slid his hand inside. "I think Susie is a little jealous," said Mr. Adamson. "She'd like her lovely little breasts to be big like yours. Look, Susie." He pulled the sides of Alice's dress apart so that her breasts, overflowing their half-cup bra, were exposed. He licked a finger and ran it around her large brown nipples. Alice shivered. Her nipples were erect and gleamed with the man's saliva. "You see, Susie, her nipples are bigger than yours too, but she likes having them played with, don't you, Alice." He pulled her onto his lap and lifted her breasts out of her bra, began to manipulate them with both hands. "Harry likes an extra course after his lunch. He's a very greedy man," said Alice. "Would you like to have tits like mine, darling Susie?" "Well, I don't know about that," said Mr. Adamson. "Susie just said she didn't want to be a girl any more, didn't you." Their mockery was too much for David. His eyes filled with tears, and hating to show his emotion, he turned round in his chair and looked for somewhere to hide. There was an old leather sofa behind him, and he threw himself on it and buried his face in the corner. The man and the woman watched him, enjoyment in their eyes. They saw a pretty girl, half lying, half kneeling on the sofa, her slim body shaking with suppressed sobs, her bottom raised, so that the backs of her thighs and her panties under her mini skirt were revealed. The two looked at each other. "Yes," said Harry in a low voice. The woman got up and went across and sat on the sofa beside David. She heard a muffled 'go away' and when she stroked his hair, she heard 'leave me alone.' Alice turned so that she was above David. "Now, now, Susie," said Alice. "You may not like me. But I like you a great deal. Girls like you are my hobby. I know your little secret," and she reached down between David's legs and grasped his penis. "It is such a little secret just now. But perhaps I can make it bigger." As she spoke, she began to play with his penis. "Harry's told me how naughty you've been. If you could watch that video, I should have thought you would enjoy watching greedy Harry and me." Against his will, David felt arousal, and his penis stiffening under Alice's skilful fingers. "No! I don't want to!" He struggled, tried to wriggle away, but her weight was on him, keeping him pressed in the corner of the sofa. "Get off me!" he cried, his legs flailing wildly. "Not till this little jewel is a bit bigger and harder," said Alice. Then he heard Harry Adamson's voice above him. "I think I know what will bring Susie round." The man had come over from the table with his large, erect penis protruding from his jeans. "She loves to get hold of a stiff cock." He leant over the arm of the sofa, reached down, and David felt the man take hold of his wrist and guide his hand, opening its clenched fingers and fitting them around a warm, velvety firmness that David recognized immediately as the man's penis. "No!" he cried and attempted in vain to pull his hand away. "I don't want to! I hate it!" "You know you love it," Harry's voice said. "Lovely little girls like you always do," Alice's said. She let go of his now rigid penis, pulled the panties back so that their waistband was under his balls. Then he felt her cool fingers pulling back his foreskin and playing with the head. David still bucked underneath her, still tried to pull his hand away from Mr. Adamson's penis, but as he became more excited, he could feel his resistance weakening. His body once again was betraying him. Mr. Adamson, still holding David's hand around his penis, began to move it up and down slowly, and reached down and slid his other hand under David's panties and began to stroke his bottom, sliding a finger into the groove between the cheeks. It was too much; David could not resist any more. He began to moan and move his hips sensually, and his fingers tightened convulsively around the man's penis. Mr. Adamson gently released his hold on David's hand, which continued the slow masturbating motion of its own accord. "See how Susie loves cock," he said. "I think she'd like this one in her mouth." It was Mr. Adamson's first miscalculation. David had almost let go completely, was almost ready to feel the man's cock sliding between his lips, filling his mouth again. But when he heard the man's triumphant, mocking tone, it recalled him to himself. "No," he gasped, releasing the enormous penis and pulling his hand back, "I won't, I won't." "Little bitch," muttered Mr. Adamson. "It's alright, Harry," said Alice, catching hold of the hand which had been about to slap David's bottom. "You silly girl, you don't know what you're missing." And she raised herself slightly and leant forward across the arm of the sofa and took Harry Adamson's penis between her lips and began to suck and lick it. David, still pinned in the corner of the sofa under Alice's body, heard the sucking noise, then he heard Mr. Adamson's voice. "Mmm, that feels so good, Alice." He felt blindingly angry and writhed and bucked, half because he wanted to free himself, half because he wanted to get Alice's mouth off Mr. Adamson's penis. He was furiously jealous, though he did not acknowledge it. He thought he had succeeded in his aim when he heard Alice's voice. "Stop that, Susie, you little cow." And then, "Alright, get out of my way." He felt her hand grab his hair and pull, so he had no option but to slide, squealing, off the sofa and onto the floor in an untidy heap. Mr. Adamson laughed, and Alice said, "Lie there, you silly girl," and he heard the sucking noise again and Mr. Adamson's groan of pleasure. He lay for a moment as he had fallen, feeling utterly miserable. Then he got up slowly. He saw that Alice was lying on the sofa, her head on the arm, and Mr. Adamson was pushing his penis into her open mouth. His eyes were half-closed, but he saw David stand up, saw the misery on the lovely, tear-stained face, and said, "Alice has a wonderful mouth as well as big tits, Susie. Why don't you go off and read a magazine?" David felt he was going to cry again. The door to the little private dining room opened, and a red-faced middle-aged man in a grey suit came in. "So you've started without me," he said, not in the least surprised by the sight of Harry Adamson's penis in Alice's mouth. "And without this beautiful little gooseberry here." He looked appreciatively at David. "So why are you playing Miss Mope-in-the-corner?" "Susie, meet Mike," said Mr. Adamson. "He owns this dump. Mike, meet Susie. Remember, she's the one I mentioned when I booked the room." He turned his attention back to what Alice was doing. "So you're the niece," said Mike. "That explains it. You didn't want to commit incest with Uncle Harry." He took David by the arm. "Come and have a chat. Let's leave them to it. Alice's tongue is too busy for conversation, and Harry can't concentrate on more than one thing at a time."He led David to a leather armchair opposite the sofa and sat down in it with a sigh. "A grandstand view. Sit down, Susie, there's a good girl," he said, patting the arm. David remained standing, distraught. "I don't want to watch. It's horrible. Why don't you stop them? You could. It's your place. Stop them, please." Mike looked at the distressed young girl with a surprised expression. "Stop them? I've had a very busy lunch hour entertaining customers. If my customers want to entertain me, I'm not going to stop them. You don't have to watch, Susie. You can shut your eyes and I'll distract your thoughts." He took David by the waist, turned him around, and pulled him onto his lap. "That's better," he said. "Let me get up," said David, struggling, but Mike pinned his arms to his sides. "That's it, Susie, wriggle your lovely bum against my cock. I can't remember when I last had something so pretty on my lap." To his horror, David could feel Mike's penis lengthening and swelling under him. In desperation, he said, "I'm not a girl, I'm not Susie." Mike laughed. "I know all about you, Susie. If you think this makes a difference," he pulled up David's mini skirt and grabbed David's penis, "you're wrong. As far as I'm concerned it adds to your girlish charms, especially this one," his hand thrust lower between David's thighs, and his forefinger pressed against David's anus through the lace panties. "I'll bet you've got a lovely pussy." He took his hand away and sighed. "It's too much for me." Then he rapidly unzipped David's mini skirt, lifted the boy up with the arm that held him, and with the other pushed the skirt up around his waist. Then David felt the man fumbling underneath him, finally he pulled David's panties down to the tops of his thighs. Then slowly he let the boy down again, and David felt the man's hot hard penis under his bottom extending between the cheeks. Mike sighed again, this time with evident pleasure. In a panic, David cried, "Mr Adamson, help me. Please stop him." He saw that Mr Adamson was now sitting astride the arm of the sofa, Alice was kneeling in front of him, furiously sucking his penis, stroking it and playing with his balls while he was bent forward twisting her nipples. He looked up and saw David helpless in Mike's grip, the mini skirt around his waist, the panties a strip of taut material across the tops of his thighs which Mike had forced apart by hooking his feet around David's legs. He saw the boy's penis and, protruding between the cheeks of his bare bottom, the head of Mike's large penis. He saw too how Mike had unbuttoned the silk blouse and was plundering the pert breasts. He saw too the beautiful, terrified girlish face, the helplessness, the tear-filled eyes appealing to him for rescue. It was too much, and with a cry he came in Alice's tender sucking mouth, and she moaned in pleasure as her mouth flooded with his sperm. "End of act one, I think, Susie," said Mike coolly, and pinched David's nipple between finger and thumb. The boy squealed in pain. Alice turned towards him still on her knees, which were spread. One hand was now under her dress working away between her thighs, the other was on her breasts large and white against the frame of her open dress. She was frantically caressing her nipples. Her face was wild, her eyes had a crazed look as she looked at David. Her mouth was slightly open and semen flecked her lips and drooled out of the corners. The sight of the helpless boy-girl on Mike's lap prompted a cry of lust from her, and she sprang at him. Her hand tugged at his hair, pulling his head back, two fingers pinched his nose, he felt her hot swollen lips against his as his mouth was forced open and then it was filled with a strange salty, metallic tasting fluid which he realized was Harry's semen. He felt her cry out against his mouth as her tongue thrust into him, and he felt her body shudder and groan as she began to come. Then he fainted. David woke to the sound of an engine humming. He was sitting on someone's lap, he could feel warm breath on his neck, and arms enclosing him. He opened his eyes. He was in Harry Adamson's car, which was driving through open countryside broken here and there by houses, the beginning of a town. The sun of a late afternoon in May was low and shone into the car, warming his face. He could see Harry Adamson's thighs in their blue jeans, and a dress that he recognized as Alice's. He was sitting cradled on her lap. He heard their low murmuring voices. Alice was saying, "I still think you were rushing things. This one is more delicate, more sensitive." Harry's voice, "Well, Alice, you weren't actually delicate and sensitive yourself." He heard embarrassment in Alice's voice. "I was carried away. She was irresistible. Anyway, you set it up, I just went with the swing." David remembered then how he had come to faint, how, when he had come round, he had been shaking uncontrollably, almost hysterical, and how kind and concerned they had all been, even the fat pub owner, Jim. They had laid him on the sofa. Jim had brought a blanket. Alice had placed a damp flannel on his forehead. Harry Adamson had held his hand. But he could not stop shaking and every now and then bursting into tears. In the end, they had given him a pill, something to calm him down, Alice said, and he had quickly fallen asleep. Now he felt calm and comfortable. "I think she's waking," there was a warning note in Alice's voice. Then he remembered what Alice had done, how she had forced his mouth open and had spat into it the semen she had sucked out of Mr Adamson's cock. He couldn't bear to sit on her lap like this, cradled in her arms. He tried to escape, but her arms tightened around him and he could not move. "Keep calm, Susie dear," she said. "I know you don't like me and that you've had a bit of a shock. But you're on your way home now." "Let me get up," said David. "As soon as we get back. But there are only two seats in the car and Harry's driving. So either you sit on my lap or I sit on yours." "I don't care," said David, struggling wildly, an arm breaking free and striking Harry Adamson's elbow. "Stop it, Susie," he said. "or you'll make us have an accident." "I don't care," David cried. "I hope we do. I wish you were dead and me too." He flailed about with his arm and, as Alice tried to catch hold of it, struck Mr. Adamson again, on the side of the face. The man cursed, braked, and then regaining control of the car, drove into a lay-by and stopped. "Listen to me, Susie...," he began, but David slithered free of Alice, flung himself onto the door handle, opened the door, half fell out of the car, regained his balance and began to run as well as his high-heels would let him, towards the undergrowth bordering the lay-by. He had no idea where he was going, he wanted only to get away. He heard Mr Adamson's shout and Alice calling, "Susie, come back." He reached the bushes and plunged into them, uncaring that the branches were tearing into his white silk stockings. He turned to look back and saw Mr Adamson running towards him not thirty yards away, and Alice emerging from the car. He ran on, plunging further into the increasingly dense undergrowth. He was entering some kind of plantation, which had been seriously neglected. Young trees grew in orderly lines amongst scrubby bushes that had grown amongst them. He hesitated, unsure where to run. Behind him, he heard Mr Adamson crashing through the undergrowth. He started to run again, but his heel caught on a root and he fell amongst the bushes. He lay there resigned and fearful as Mr Adamson came closer and then, to his astonishment, he saw the man, running past him, silhouetted against the setting sun that was striking through the young trees. He had not seen him. Perhaps he had been dazzled by the sun. David crawled as far as he could into the bushes and curled himself up, trying to make himself inconspicuous. He heard Alice approach, picking her way slowly through the bushes. Surely she would see him. But he heard Mr Adamson call her, and she turned away, going deeper into the plantation. Cautiously, David began to move back the way he had come, bent double to keep himself hidden by the low bushes. He meant to reach the road and get a lift back to town, to go back to his house and lock the door, keep them all out and telephone his mother. If he couldn't get a lift, he would walk along the road until he came to a bus stop. He had no money, but he would give his name and address. He had almost reached the road now, could see cars flashing past. When he emerged, he found he was in the lay-by. Another car, a long black saloon, had parked a few yards away from Mr Adamson's blue MG. Two men were walking up and down beside it, smoking and talking. They did not notice David until he had almost reached them. They turned and looked at him with interest. "Excuse me," said David. "I'm sorry to bother you, but if you're going towards Shreveport, I wonder if you could give me a lift?" The men looked at each other, then at David. "Well, my dear, that depends," said one of them, a very tall thin man of about fifty who was balding and wearing heavy thick-lensed glasses. "You seem to have been in a spot of trouble. Quarreled with your boyfriend," he nodded toward Mr Adamson's MG. "Yes," said David, and the man said, "Yes, but then things got too hot for you, eh?" said the other man who was considerably younger, and wearing white trousers and a white jacket over an open-necked red shirt, framing a grey neckerchief. With horror, David realized that in the excitement of escape, he had forgotten he was dressed as Susie and that these men took him for a girl. He blushed hotly. "No, nothing like that. I haven't got a boyfriend, that is, I'm not really a girl."The men stared at him. The younger man muttered, "That never stopped me." "I'm a boy," said David. "But you're dressed as a girl and you look like a girl." "I hate these clothes." "Well, they love you. She looks a treat though a bit disheveled, wouldn't you say, Tom?" said the man with glasses, approaching David. "I'm not a she, I'm he. Please, can you help me," said David. The younger man, too, came close. "We'd like to help, really we would. But I'm not sure I believe you. I don't like uncertainty when giving lifts to strangers, nor does Arthur. It makes us nervous." "Well, she can prove it very easily," said Arthur, the man with glasses. He took David by the arm, gently but firmly. "Just step over here, my dear." Reluctantly, David allowed himself to be led to the side of the lay-by. "Just a little further, please," said Arthur. "We don't want to be too public. Over here, Tom," he called to the other man who had slammed the car door shut. "He needs more convincing than I do. You can satisfy us both at the same time." He guided David beyond the screen of bushes. "Now then, my dear, show us," he said as Tom joined them. "Just lift up that adorable miniskirt and convince us." Shyly, David took the hem of the skirt and lifted it. "A little higher, please," said Arthur. Blushing, David complied. The two men stared at his groin where David's genitals made a perceptible bulge in the lacy white panties. They saw a beautiful, blushing boy-girl in high heels and white panties, her silk stockings torn, raising her skirt to display herself. A button had been torn off her blouse so that it gaped, exposing her bra and her small white breasts, their nipples peeping over the edge of the half cups. "I don't believe it!" muttered the younger man. "Tom's very skeptical," said Arthur. "Let's just make sure." He leaned forward. "Allow me," he said politely and took hold of David's panties by their waistband and delicately drew them down David's thighs, exposing his penis and balls. Tom licked his lips and David suddenly realized he had made a terrible mistake in trusting these men. They were like all the others. He turned to run. But he was hobbled by the panties which slipped to his knees and Arthur caught him before he had moved a step. "Where are you going, you indecent creature. You wanted us to help and so we shall - help ourselves to you." He pulled David deeper into the bushes. Tom followed, his hands groping David's bare bottom under his mini skirt. David screamed and struggled and shouted for help. And then the man called Tom had his hand over David's mouth, and Arthur pulled off his neckerchief and gagged him. Then they held David pressed between them and he felt a large erect penis in front pressing against his stomach and another behind him, pushing against his bottom. He couldn't move. The men were listening. "I don't think anyone heard the bitch scream," said Tom. The men relaxed. "But what good is she going to be to me gagged like this?" said Arthur plaintively. "I want her mouth." "Don't worry," said Tom. "Have more faith in me. Let me work on this delightful creature. I can get this charming little creature so hot she'll beg for it. Just give me ten minutes. You keep watch." Arthur seemed doubtful. "You won't start the main course without me?" "Don't worry. You know how much I enjoy persuasion." David heard all this with terror, and in part it was terror of himself. He had learned how easily he could forget himself, be overwhelmed by his body, how it took him over and swamped his resolution. This time, he was determined, he would not give way. He began to struggle frantically, wrenching his body this way and that against the hands that held him. But to no avail. The men were so much stronger than he, and controlled him easily. He quickly exhausted himself. Then, when he was quiet, but still quivering with fear between them, Arthur held his arms, while Tom took a thin cord from his pocket and tied David's hands behind his back. They were standing on a small patch of grass and he pressed the boy down on to his knees and himself sat down behind him so that the boy was kneeling between his outstretched legs. He unbuttoned David's blouse and pushed it back over his shoulders, then he bent the kneeling boy backwards until he would have toppled over had Tom not supported him against his chest. He caressed the boy's small breasts, at the same time pushing his long curly hair aside and began to kiss and lick his ear. He murmured caressingly, "You're a lovely thing, so desirable. No one could resist you." He laid an uncapped tube on the grass and squeezed out a transparent jelly onto the palm of his hand. He smeared it over David's penis and balls and then between his legs. He applied more to David's nipples. The substance felt cold to David and he shivered. Tom licked his ear and murmured, "Cold first and then hot. Just you wait, pretty bitch." Then he began to play with David's penis and balls. David could not move, but he was resolved not to respond. The man's touch was like silk and his fingers glided smoothly over David's skin. The sensation was delightful and, against his will, David felt resolution ebbing along with his fear, and pleasure and excitement rising in their place. He began to feel a strange heat, a kind of fire, in his nipples, which the man was caressing with his other hand and in his whole genital area, in his penis which was now erect, its foreskin pulled back, in his balls, and between his legs. David heard himself whimper helplessly. Then Tom took some more of the substance and applied it to David's anus. "Wait till your pretty little cunt gets hot, too." His finger played around the little opening, exerting the lightest of pressures, stroking the jelly into the boy's sensitive skin. That caressing finger, that strange heat brought David to awareness of his anus as a fiercely erogenous zone. He was almost overcome by the sensation and cried out into the gag as the man's finger began slowly to ease its way inside him. He was still caressing the boy's penis and his balls, lightly gliding his hand over them, grasping the penis more firmly, bending it downwards. David moaned and, overcome with almost magical pleasure, began to writhe under the man's hands, pressing his bottom back to engulf more of the invading finger. But it maintained its slow penetration, turning and twisting. "You like that, don't you, you gorgeous little girl." Then abruptly the finger withdrew. Frantically, David pushed back his bottom as far as he could, trying to recapture the finger. "You need something up your cunt, don't you?" Tom's voice murmured into his ear. David nodded vigorously and felt the gag being removed. "Beg for it then, slut." "Please, oh, please," said David feeling the finger caressing the outside of his anus but avoiding his attempts to capture it. "Say it, then darling," whispered Tom seductively, "say - please put your finger up my cunt." "Please, put your finger up my cunt," said David without hesitation, and gasped as the finger began once again to penetrate him. "More," he begged, "Please more." Tom's finger pushed in further and now a second finger began to press against the ring. "And you'd like Arthur's cock in your mouth. Open it. Lick your lips. He likes to be invited." Again David obeyed without thinking, wild with pleasure and desire. "OK, Arthur," Tom called out in a low voice, "she's begging for it now." Arthur who had been half-heartedly keeping watch turned and saw the beautiful boy-girl on her knees on the grass, body bent back against Tom, the white stockings, waspy and bra startling white in the twilight. Her erect penis and balls and the tops of her thighs glistened with the jelly-like lubricant, as were Tom's caressing fingers, and the tiny nipples peeping over the edge of the bra. The boy-girl's face was flushed with excitement and desire, her eyes were shut, her mouth open and her tongue protruded invitingly between the red lips, as she moaned and writhed. "Gorgeous!" exclaimed Arthur, momentarily too overwhelmed to do more than stare. Then he sprang at the boy. "Slowly, Arthur," warned Tom. "Open your eyes, darling, and see what Arthur's got for you." David saw the man advancing towards him, his erect penis protruding from his open trousers, he saw the swollen purple head, the ridged veins along the stem. It approached his face and he strained towards it, wanting it to fill his mouth, to feel it between his lips. He felt Tom pushing against his shoulders pushing him forward and towards the approaching penis. He strained at his bonds, wanting to reach out and hold it, feel its velvety firmness in his hands, to draw it between his lips. Arthur took hold of his penis and guided it in. At last, with a cry of pleasure, David closed his lips around it and began to suck. Arthur grabbed his head and began to move it back and forth. At the same time David felt a second finger join the first inside him, and the two fingers began to pump in and out. David sucked and licked the penis in his mouth and thrust his bottom against the invading fingers. He was whimpering and moaning in excitement. He barely heard Tom's voice. "What a hot little slut. She's ready now for my cock up her cunt." "Hurry, Tom," Arthur gasped. "I can't hold out for much longer." "Hold her up then," said Tom. He took his hand from David's penis and put it under the boy's bottom and hoisted David from his kneeling position. As his legs straightened Arthur grabbed David's shoulders and kept him bent forward. Tom pulled his fingers slowly out of the boy and stood up behind him. He held David's hips with one hand, positioned the tip of his erect penis against David's anus with the other, and began to push against the slippery, yielding ring.There was a roar from the bushes around them, and Harry Adamson burst out, brandishing a thick branch. One glance was enough. The two men dropped David and ran off through the bushes, leaving David where he had fallen. Adamson made no attempt to follow them. He stood watching as David writhed and cried tears of frustration. He saw the boy's hands tied behind his back, skirt and panties round his ankles, white stockings torn and dirty, the white waspy and bra grubby with twigs and soil, and the lithe girlish body writhing on the grass. "There's only one thing to do now." Alice had joined him. Harry Adamson remained silent, still holding the tree branch, as if mesmerized by the girl-boy on the grass in the gathering dusk. "What are you waiting for?" Alice's voice was urgent and excited. She brushed her hand over the front of the man's jeans, feeling the hard penis straining under the material. "You've got to fuck her. Just look at her." Deftly, she opened his jeans and slid her hand inside. Harry pushed her hand away. "I am looking," he said, and he was adding this image of the girl-boy writhing in the half-darkness to what he had seen as he burst into the clearing, the image now imprinted on his mind. David, bent forward, sucking one man's cock, his little breasts pressing out of the half-cup bra, his penis erect, and his beautiful naked bottom pushing out to welcome a second man's penis. Harry sighed and bent to lift the boy-girl who was still oblivious of his presence. "Hold on to her," he said to Alice, who came forward and supported the boy, stroking him and murmuring calming words as he began to shake and cry. Harry pulled the blouse over his shoulders, pulled up the panties, and adjusted the skirt. Then he picked David up and slung him over his shoulder and carried him to the little MG, now solitary in the lay-by. Alice got in, and he put the boy on Alice's lap, where she held him. Still in silence, Harry drove off, while Alice cuddled David, who fell asleep almost immediately. In a low voice, Alice said, "Sometimes, I can't understand you, Harry. I think you made a big mistake back there. It was the right moment." Harry didn't answer. He was still haunted by the two images which had filled him with a deep sadness; they were intensely erotic and exciting. But somehow, he had been unable to take advantage of the moment, of David's desire. He sighed again. He did not understand himself. Alice looked at him and fell silent. Back again at his house, half an hour later, Harry remained mute. David too, sat silent at the kitchen table. Alice made some cocoa, and the boy sat, clutching the mug, his head bowed, his expression hangdog. The glances he occasionally directed at Harry Adamson expressed guilt and shame. He was deeply tired and felt that he had betrayed himself in some irrevocable way. He could not bring himself to think about what had happened beside the lay-by, but it remained present to him like a disgraceful revelation, an exposure, as if his deepest secret had been revealed to one from whom at all costs it should be hidden. It was far worse than last night's secret that had to be kept from his mother. This was his secret, and it was he from whom it should have been kept. All the same, he was glad that he did not have to speak to his mother that night. There had been a message from her on Mr. Adamson's answer phone. She had accompanied her sister to the local hospital and would not be back till very late. Mr. Adamson, too, had seemed relieved. David himself construed Mr. Adamson's silence as grave disappointment in him. He did not blame the man for what had happened at lunch. The events in the clearing in some confused and confusing way exonerated him, proved that he had been right all along and that David was quite other than he had thought himself to be, still wanted to be. He stared into the mug of cocoa he held in his hands. He had taken barely a sip. It had been a comfort to hold when it was still hot. Now it was tepid, and he put the mug down. "I think Susie's ready for bed," said Alice. It was still early, but she saw how tired David was. She looked at Mr. Adamson, morose and silent and restless, walking up and down in the small kitchen. He grunted, "You see to it." "I should leave," said Alice. "I'm on early turn tomorrow." "Stay," he flashed at her with a surge of irritation. "Look after Susie. I'm going out." Alice sighed as the front door slammed. "He's angry with me," David said timidly. "No, darling." Alice put her arm around him. "He's angry with himself." She guided him upstairs, undressed him, taking off the blouse that had been white and was now marked and grass-stained and the creased leather skirt. She sighed again as she removed the bra, unhooked the waspy, drew down the torn stockings. "These are no good for anything now," she said, throwing them into a corner of the bathroom. Then she unhooked the waspy and, last of all, drew down the panties, then she washed him as, half asleep, he stood by the basin, half-supporting his slim naked body as she sponged and dried him. He was aware that she lingered over his nipples and his bottom and his genitals. "I am a boy, Alice," he said, "aren't I?" wanting reassurance. "You're very beautiful and desirable, darling, and you can be whatever you want to be." "But everyone wants me to be a girl, to pretend to be a girl, even you. You call me Susie." "That's the only name I know you by, and, what's more," she put her finger on his lips, which were opening to correct her, "it's the one I want to know you by." She silenced him again as she led him into Alice's bedroom. "Lie down, and I'll show you something." She pushed him gently onto the bed where he lay on his back, his head on one side staring at her expectantly. She turned away for a moment, and he could see that her hands were busy, and when she turned back, he saw that she had undone the front of her dress and pulled it aside and removed her bra altogether. Her breasts were white and tipped with brown and beautiful. "You've seen them, and you thought you envied them, Susie," she said, getting onto the bed and straddling his chest. Just like Mr. Adamson last night, he thought, as she lowered herself so that her breasts touched his face. "I know you're tired, darling, but you're also irresistible. I'll spare you, but I must have something. Suck my nipples," and she lowered one of her breasts so that the nipple touched his mouth. At the same time, she reached behind her and began to play with his penis and his balls. He opened his mouth and began to suck and lick the nipple she offered. "Harder, Susie, suck harder," Alice cried. He sucked at the nugget of flesh and licked at the aureole, then as his body began to respond to her caresses, he began to use his teeth, nibbling at the nipple. "Now the other one, little bitch, gorgeous boy-girl." She slapped his face to make him let go and thrust the other nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked frenziedly, and Alice played behind her with his erect penis, now and then reaching back as far as she could between his legs to touch his anus, and his body bucked and writhed under her. She did not notice that, even as he responded, tears were squeezing out of his tightly closed eyes. With a growl, she rose, got off the bed, and knelt beside it. She took hold of David's hair and turned his face to the side and took possession of his mouth with hers, thrusting her tongue between his lips, while her hands roamed about his body, pinching his nipples, wandering between his legs, touching his anus, taking his penis and bending it between his legs. She sucked his tongue, then licked over his face, discovering his tears by their salt taste. She cried out in delight and commenced to lick his eyes, sucking up the tears as they emerged from the tightly closed lids. David felt overwhelmed and terrified by the passion of her assault upon his body. Her fingers seemed to be everywhere. Then she began to prey upon his nipples, biting them as her finger began to invade his anus. He wanted to beg her to stop, but he was gasping now, and words would not come, only meaningless, pleading whimpers in which only the word 'please' made any sense. He thrust against her fingers inside him, and then he felt the soft caress of her hair on his belly and thighs as her mouth engulfed his penis, sucking and licking frenziedly. Alice was beside herself with passion. As she took possession of the body of the girl-boy she had lusted after all day, sucking David's penis, fucking his anus with two fingers now, she thrust her hand under her skirt and slid long fingers between the lips of her cunt and found her clitoris and began to stroke it. When David came with a long wailing cry, her voice joined his, and in hers, there was triumph as well as release. She swallowed his cum, but did not release his penis from her mouth or withdraw her fingers from his anus. She lay above him, sucking his slowly subsiding penis, masturbating herself to a second orgasm which came as his penis began to harden again, and he began to protest, "Please, no, please, no," in a long litany of helpless complaint, and he pulled futilely at her hair, only exciting her the more. When his penis was erect again, and he was moaning and writhing once again, she released him and withdrew her fingers from his anus and put them to his lips, which opened to allow her to thrust them into his mouth. She watched him once more as he sucked at her fingers, held by desire and frustration until she deprived him of them. Then she turned him on his side, facing away from her, undressed swiftly, and lay down on the bed beside him. She pressed her body against his, one hand snaking under him and round to play with his nipples while the other reached down and held his erect penis."Yes, Susie," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear, "You can be what you want... when you know what you want." As if in answer, she felt his bottom push back against her belly and thighs, and a great shudder ran through his body. "Until then, you are what others want you to be." She went on murmuring and holding him in this way until first he and then she fell asleep. Much later, Harry Adamson entered the bedroom and found them clasped together, the young woman and the slim boy-girl, her hand still holding his penis, their two heads side by side, the boy's bottom pressed against the curve of the woman's belly. He looked down at their entwined bodies for a long time. Then he picked up the duvet from the floor at the foot of the bed where it lay and gently spread it over them.

Part One

Collections/RICOS_LIST/RICO'S LIST - STORIES ABOUT BOYS DRESSED AS GIRLS/RICO'S LIST 34 RELUCTANT CONVERT PARTS 1-3 BY Suzi K.txt

J. Nash

Aunt Evil

"If ever I find you're wet before bedtime, I'll change your diapers, but not before I give you a good, thorough spanking first. Is that clear, Johnny?" This was a warning from my aunt Eva. I secretly called her Aunt Evil. My cousins wailed with scornful laughter. "Yes, ma'am," I squeaked, feeling my face go very red at the thought. Now it was ten to nine in the evening, I was soaking wet and getting smelly, and it was sort of not my fault. Let me explain. I'm a just-turned-fifteen-year-old lifelong bedwetter who was put back in night-time diapers and plastic or rubber pants (Babykins!) by his fed-up mother, a no-nonsense mom who also acquired some bad advice, a wooden paddle, and a proficiency in using it that leaves my bare butt stinging every Friday evening, when I regularly receive three hard strokes for each wet night the previous week, for a usual total of twenty-one. The drill is that at 7 p.m., I am to go up to my room (I share with my older brother Rob, and sometimes-- in fact more often than can be explained by coincidence-- he is there to witness my shame), timidly remove pants and underwear, lean over my crinkly plastic-sheeted mattress, and wait for my mother to appear, to take down the paddle from its hook on the wall, consult my tell-all wetting calendar (a large 'W' marks each wet night) and administer the appropriate degree of punishment that invariably reduces me to helpless tears of pain and humiliation in the first few strokes, no matter how much I try to be strong. Then, unless she's done it earlier, after the spanking I have to endure what seems like an endless wait in only a T-shirt while she prepares a thick diaper consisting of a Babykins prefold with several flannelette baby diapers folded lengthwise inside. I have to lie on the powdered diaper, have more powder applied to my front, then try somehow to bear it as the shameful, bulky cloth is pulled up between my spread legs to be pinned securely on either side. Then she scornfully puts plastic or rubber pants on me to complete my ridiculous reduction to helpless infancy. I cry but cooperate, because any hint of defiance can (and more than once has) resulted in another prolonged spanking. And non-spanking nights can and do turn into the opposite at the slightest lip or hint of defiance during the diapering process.I arrived with a small suitcase of normal clothing, plus an identical one that was (as Rob was quick to point out) a de-facto diaper bag. It contained enough diapers to last me a week between launderings, plus plastic pants, rubber pants, (and my mom had even thoughtfully included snap-on vinyl pants in case Auntie might find them more convenient), my despised sleepers, diaper pins, baby powder, diaper-rash ointment, a package of Huggies baby wipes, medical gloves, my plastic sheet, my calendar on which to record my nightly failures, and the dreaded paddle. Plus I had been sent with my awful personalized diaper pail. Having been ordered to unpack, all these things were now open to view by my aunt and the twins. I was horribly embarrassed, but dared not fail to comply. My aunt had earlier set the tone for the visit. "Have you been spanked today?" Derek and Danny giggled. Aunt Evil didn't regularly spank her own darlings, but was fully aware and in agreement with my form of punishment. "I don't get spanked every day," I managed to blurt, to more laughter. "That's not what I asked, Johnny. Have you been spanked yet today?" "No." "Well let's try and keep it that way. If you give me the slightest reason, I'll warm your backside. Understand? I have no patience with all of this nonsense. A fifteen year-old in diapers indeed! The boys stopped wetting when they were about three. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" "I guess so." Derek grabbed the paddle and said to Danny, "Bend over, baby!" So this was the way it was going to be. It might seem trivial, but I had argued about the inclusion of the rubber gloves. Since I looked after my wet diapers in the mornings, their presence suggested that I might have to be changed sometime between being diapered in the evening and bedtime. I resented this, but my mom pointed out unhelpfully that I might need diaper-rash ointment applied, and besides, I had indeed wet my diapers on several occasions before bed. Of course I had to admit she was right. The worst instance was on the very first night of the new approach to my chronic wetting. After my very first wildly debasing paddling as an adolescent, to my utter horror and amazement, then I really was put into thick diapers covered by a pair of vinyl snap-on pants. I was in shock! And to further bring home to me my new lowly status as a diapered bedwetter, for a couple of evenings I had to wander the house that way (a tee-shirt was reluctantly allowed), dazed and amazed at the bulkiness, the noisy pants, the unbelievable shame of it all. Of course I was teased by my brother, and when someone I looked up to, my brother's best friend Brad dropped in to see me that way, I wet without immediately knowing it, was found out, and paid the price-- another bare-bottomed spanking and a fresh diapering in front of the jeering pair of them. Other accidents have also happened, but not always through my own fault. When it comes to my wetting, my mom, whether as part of a plan or just because of her intolerant nature, makes no concession whatever to my dignity, privacy, or feelings. She has even said 'If you wet, here is what you get.' So my diapers, pants and accessories are in plain view in the room I share with my brother, along with my calendar and paddle. She has never asked him or any friends or relatives present to leave before diapering me (as you would not if it were a baby being attended to), even when I was to be spanked first. It's as if these are the logical, inevitable, practical consequences of my infantile behavior, and she doesn't think twice about it. Recently, not wanting to miss any action during an early hockey game, she sent me to my room to get diapers, pants, pins, powder, and my sleeper, and proceeded to diaper and dress me on the couch after asking three of my brother's friends to make room temporarily. They missed a Canucks' goal because they all stood watching my involuntary transformation from teenage kid to infant. Then remembering too late what day it was, she declared "Oh, well, he can have his spanking tomorrow with a few extra for not reminding me in time." I made a noisy escape with a still burning face as soon as possible. I don't know if my mom instructed Aunt Eva or whether it comes naturally, but she has exactly the same attitude: 'You want to wet--this is what you get'. As if wanting had anything to do with it. My aunt took the plastic sheet and began placing it on the bare mattress of the spare bed in the twins' room. There were sheets and a blanket on a nearby chair, but she didn't make the bed, and I felt awkward to have my plastic sheet left exposed, but I had other problems too. The twins' stuff had been rearranged in their dressers to free up two drawers for me. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, into these drawers I managed to squeeze my 'normal' clothing, my waterproof pants, the rubber gloves, and my sleepers. There was absolutely no room for diapers, powder, wipes, etc. I was panicking, and seeing my problem, Auntie said "You can stack your diapers and the rest on top of the dresser." This was the first time she had said the word, and it shook me. 'Your diapers!' 'Johnny's diapers!' And in front of the boys. So that's what I did. It's caused me no end of horror that my diapers, waterproof pants, and accessories are kept in plain view in my room at home. I quake in anticipation of my brother's friends seeing my infantile stuff even already knowing I'm a diapered bedwetter, and it was the same when we accepted a Japanese exchange student into our home, and he sometimes had friends over. (But at least Hiro-- whose famous Japanese reserve didn't prevent him from calling me 'omutsu-boy'--never saw me in my idiotic straitjacket sleeper.) But that was home. Now my borrowed dresser-top supported a large pile of folded youth and baby diapers, diaper pins, a container of baby powder, and the wipes. Who knew who would see them over six weeks? Things felt really out of control. I was at the mercy of hostile semi-strangers. "There's a nail on the wall there for your calendar and your paddle." This generated interest, and Danny picked up the well-marked calendar. "W, W, W, W...'W' is for wet?" "No, I think it's for Wuss," Derek offered. "Man, he never has a dry night. Mom, look. Johnny's been a wuss every night since January 1, 2000. And who knows before that? He's going to stink up our whole room." "Hopefully his diapers and pants will prevent that." That word again. "I sure hope so," said Derek. "Or you can always put him in the garage to sleep." Thoroughly crushed, I hung the calendar, then the paddle from the nail. A double advertisement of my disgrace. All that afternoon I dreaded what the evening would bring. I'm the sort of person who is just totally shy about being seen naked. I just hate it. For example, I wear my P.E. shorts under my clothing on gym days at school, and never ever shower afterward. And it's not just to avoid revealing the tell-tale signs of my diapers. I'm just intensely shy about being seen naked. So the time worrying about the approaching hour when Aunt Eva would diaper me were like torture. How could I handle it? How would my cousins react when they saw me later? That afternoon they had made it clear what they thought of my wetting, and adopted a sneeringly superior attitude that would last the whole six weeks. They spared no opportunity to demean and belittle me, and even though I was somewhat used to it from my brother and his friends, the twins are technically a year younger than me (although really only a few months), and that made it harder to take. Plus the fact that there's really no dignifying comeback possible from wearing demeaning diapers. You just have to take it. "I can't wait to see you in your diapers, baby," said Derek. "Hey do you think he sleeps with a pacifier?" Danny asked. "I didn't see any, but if he has one I don't think it's for going to raves..." "Hey Johnny, if you have real bad diaper rash, do you still get the paddle?" Derek again. I blushed, but didn't answer. "No, I really want to know. Do you still get spanked if you have diaper rash? Yes or no? It's for your own good. Our mom will need to know." "I guess so." They laughed. "Hey, let's call Alan and invite him over tonight," Danny said. "Tell him to come around eight." Derek made the call on a cell phone. I could either run away or listen. I cringed and listened. "Hi Alan. Derek. Doin' anything this evening? Wanna come over? Cool. You know our cousin Johnny? Anyway he's staying with us. But he's a bedwetter, and, like he wears diapers for it. Yeah! Fifteen! I know, I can't believe it. He wears cloth diapers and, like, rubber pants. He pisses 'em every night. Anyway, mom's going to diaper him. Come over around eight and you can see him. Ok? See you then..." He hung up. "Hey, we could sell tickets!" Danny joked. Great. something else to look forward to. My anxiety increased as the afternoon passed, and by suppertime I didn't have much interest in eating. Although both thin and light, my cousins seemed to have a healthy appetite, and each ate three hot-dogs. I sipped ginger ale. An air of anticipation hung in the room. "Is he allowed to drink pop?" Derek asked. "Good point. Stick to water, but nothing after suppertime," my aunt ordered. My throat was dry, and I was shaky. Finally, at about five minutes to seven, Aunt Eva looked at her watch, and the dreaded moment came. "Ok Johnny, I want you to go upstairs, prepare a diaper like your mom said, and be ready for me." This had been agreed on to spare her the chore of putting together a diaper. By 'get ready' she meant get undressed. I went slowly, the twins watching, superior and complacent.With trembling fingers, I took a Babykins, laid it on my plastic sheet (I had forgotten; it was a shock to see it bare like that), and folded four baby diapers, laying them lengthwise along the already thick center of the youth diaper. Then, I laid two diapers flat over the top. I folded the sides of the main diaper in toward the center. Ready. I felt a feeling of lightheaded unreality as I realized it was time to take my pants off, that I had to take my pants off. Here I was, getting myself ready to be diapered like a baby! By someone who was practically a stranger! Man! With a feeling of dread, I managed to remove my jeans and stopped there. I needed time to think, to prepare myself, to swallow my pride. I don't know how much I took. But here was Aunt Eva already, and she was not alone! My heart pounded. I had a sickening sense of déjà vu and foreboding at the same time. "I told you to be ready," my aunt said. "What are they doing here?" "Man, I never saw such a big diaper!" said Derek. "Man, I never saw such a big baby!" said Danny, and they rewarded their common wit with a high-five. "I want them to know how in case one of them has to diaper you. Quite often I'm out in the evening." This was too much. "I don't want them here." "I'm sorry, but you have absolutely no choice in the matter. It's not to embarrass you. At some point, I will most likely need them to put you into diapers." The boys looked on in amazed anticipation. She had picked up diaper pins and powder. I felt like I was in a bad dream. This could not be happening. She sprinkled powder on the cloth. "Now take your underwear off, please, and lie down on your back on your diaper." But I couldn't. Maybe if she hadn't said 'your diaper'; or maybe if it had been just her, bad as that would have been; but to be ordered to strip off my BVD's in front of my younger cousins under such humiliating circumstances, to have to reveal my nakedness, my minor diaper rash, my weakness, was too much. I froze. Not on purpose. "Are you going to take your underwear off?" I didn't answer. Nothing came. I was there, but I wasn't. "Very well! Derek, get me his paddle. His mother said not to stand for any nonsense, and oh, I won't." My cousin obliged. I felt my underpants being pulled down in a dream. They dropped to the floor between my legs. I was aware of being pushed downward until I was on my knees by the side of the bed about a foot away from it. My torso was pushed downward, so that my face was almost touching the plastic sheet, my arms extended in front of me. I thought I detected a faint smell of urine. Was my brother right after all? Then I felt the first solid bite of the paddle. My aunt was using a long downward trajectory, and it hurt from the very first stroke. The shock of it brought me back. The room was mostly silent except for the sound of the paddle against my butt. Again and again and again it came, in what would prove to be the worst spanking of my life. By now, I was bawling, and still the paddle came, again and again and again. I thought she would never stop. The thought of the boys witnessing my degradation only made it worse, as did the knowledge that they would soon also see me diapered. More to come! Finally, my Aunt said, "There. Do you think this will remind you to do as you're told in the future?" She was breathing fast and still spanking me just as hard. "Yes." "And by the way, that goes for the boys too. If they tell you to do something, just do it. And if they do have to diaper you, you don't make a fuss. Right?" Still spanking. "Ok." Although I wasn't too sure about that. She gave me three more swats. I stayed kneeling, my torso on the plastic, sobbing. Auntie seemed to be catching her breath. "Mom, are we allowed to spank him too? I mean if there's a reason?" asked Derek. "Yes, if there's good cause. But you have to be reasonable." This was more bad news. She stood me up and directed me to lie on the waiting diaper. There was noise as my butt indented the diaper and the plastic sheet under it. I was just as self-conscious as the first time this had ever been done to me. I could painfully feel Derek and Danny staring at me, but I was helpless and didn't dare to risk another spanking by reacting. I gazed at the ceiling through teary eyes, but was aware of every awful detail of what was going on. "Ok, boys. See, there's nothing to it. You put him on the center of the diaper, use a little baby powder, then bring the diaper up between his legs, like so, then pin it on either side, good and tight. There. Danny, hand me some diaper pants, please, top drawer." He gave her a pair of my vinyl snap-on pants. Without a hint of defiance, I lifted my painful diapered butt from the slippery sheet, and she slid them under me, adjusted them, then snapped them up, five stainless steel snaps per side. God, help me. She stood me up, and my head hung in abject shame as the boys got their first good look at me in my diapers. Of course, all waterproof pants are by definition babyish, but I find snap-on pants especially so, as they're designed for the convenience of the parent or caregiver, not the helpless 'baby'. And helpless is how I felt as Derek and Danny stared at me in my chastened and infantile condition, my vinyl pants instantly removable by anyone for a quick diaper change. They were strangely silent, not out of sympathy or respect for my feelings; they were just overwhelmed by the ridiculousness of the situation, as was I. And still throbbing in pain from a horrendous spanking, I could not even think that my silly, immature cousins had just been given permission to do the same. And the thought of actually being diapered by one of them was beyond my ability to deal with right then. But I should have got myself ready. I still had a t-shirt on, and now my Aunt told me to lift one foot, then the other, and I was put into my 'retard jammies', zipped up and 'locked', and she showed the boys how to do it so I can't get out. "Now remember. If you have to use the bathroom before bedtime, ask one of us. If I catch you in wet diapers, guess what happens. Guess!" "I get a spanking." "Surprise, surprise." The paddle went back on the wall, I hoped for a long time. Auntie wouldn't allow me to hide in my room as I would have liked, and we all went downstairs. The boys were very amused by my general appearance, my bulkiness, the noise of the pants when I walked or moved, my baby powder smell, I guess the abashed look on my face. "Got a sore bum?" Derek asked, and he patted my behind, making my pants crinkle. I didn't think I could suffer much more of this, but then remembered their friend was coming over.We were on our way to her cousin Joan's to briefly wish her happy birthday, and as we drove, I felt that familiar hollow-stomached, almost sweet, sickening anticipation of impending deep mortification that being seen in diapers inevitably brings. I knew I would have to leave the car and walk up the path into their house as I was, in shirt, diaper, shoes, and socks. I pre-lived the shock and surprise, the looks, the whispers, the teasing on the part of the kids, the questions, the explanations, the shaking heads, the not knowing where to look or stand or sit as I waited to get my pants back from their washer and dryer, the fact that I would still be made to wear my noisy, deserved diaper under my pants until we got home and I got changed into cloth and rubber pants for bed, and that they would all know all about it, forever. That's exactly how I felt now as I waited for this Alan kid to arrive- and in my experience, the anticipation is never the worst part; there is always some part of the awful reality, when it finally happens, that you could not possibly have imagined. And then he was there. "Hey, man, I finished the English paper for Miss Lennon. It's only around 350 words, but it's all she's getting." As he spoke, he was eyeing me, sizing me up, or down. I was avoiding eye contact, looking at the floor. "So what's with diaperboy?" Already no respect. I wet my diapers quite badly. "That's Johnny, our cousin," Derek said. "He has EN-U-RE-SIS," added Danny. "That means he goes pee-pee in the night, ALLL over himself. That's why widdle Johnny have to wear diapers and wubber pants, wight, Johnny?" "Man, he looks like a baby. Do you guys have to change his diapers?" I was burning up. "Not yet. But mom said we might have to sometimes," said Derek. "But we're allowed to punish him too," added Danny. "If he deserves it. You should have seen earlier. Mom spanked him, and he was blubbering before she even got started. Bare ass, man. He has a paddle. C'mon, I'll show you." I was scared, had had enough, and began to head upstairs just as Alan was invited up, and now I was stuck to go up directly in front of him, acutely aware of my vinyl pants noise, my absurd padded bottom just inches from his face. "Jeez, what a racket!" Alan said, at the top. "I guess at least he can never sneak up on you. By the way, do I smell something?" He hadn't said a single word directly to me. This was fairly typical in my experience. Look like a baby, get treated like a baby. For a while, I had been working on screwing up my courage to ask either twin to unzip me to let me go to the bathroom. It had been my plan to ask Aunt Eva to do it. She had left for a real-estate seminar (she was an agent) shortly after dealing with me, and I thought I could easily hold out until nine o'clock or so, when she was expected back. But my urgency seemed to grow with my anxiety, and I knew I would have to forget my pride and ask a cousin and hope they would not catch on immediately (as my brother had) that it can be fun to just say no. (`You have to learn to hold it, Johnny. I'm just trying to help!') I tried and tried to ask, and even mumbled an `Um...' once or twice, but couldn't follow through. When Alan showed up, I knew that was it, and couldn't hold on anymore. My diaper wasn't about to leak, but was quite wet. Now my only hope was that no one would catch on. I had `got away' with it a couple of times at home, if that's the right way of putting it. `Getting away with it' means having to stay in wet diapers for maybe up to twelve or more hours, having them possibly leak during the night thus running the risk of causing your mother to use even more on you, having your urine turn into skin-burning, stinking ammonia, and so on. But that's what I was hoping for. Tired Aunt Eva might not bother to check, or I could go to bed before she got back, and the twins had no experience in such matters and probably wouldn't even notice if I kept out of their way. Alan had seen my shameful plastic sheet, of course, but also was shown my paddle, calendar (more astute than the twins, he spotted two fluky dry nights- January 6, and April 29, 2000. There was one more, but he missed it), my diapers and accessories, and Derek obligingly opened the top dresser drawer to give him a peek at my assorted waterproof pants. I started to sneak away, but my pants betrayed me. Alan was watching me with a look of derision. "Man, I don't know how anyone could be like that. So weak. So un-cool, man. So freakin' babyish. By the way, his diaper's pissed, you know. I heard him do it downstairs. Just like my baby brother. You can hear it. And now I can smell it. No mistake. You'll get used to the signs." He laughed. "What the hell did you do that for?" Derek asked. There was no point in denying anything. I pointed weakly toward the covered zipper on my back. "Um, I was too shy, I thought I could hold it..." Another first. They hadn't seen me in wet diapers before. "Yeah, well you'll be holding your ass when mom gets home." A phone rang, and Derek reached for his cell. It was obvious he was talking to his mother, and any faint hope I might have had soon disappeared when he mentioned my name. He talked at some length, then handed me the phone. I knew something bad was going to happen. "Hello?" "I just can't believe you've done that. I just can't believe it!" "I'm sorry. It was an accident. It won't..." "Is this the way it's going to be? Because we all have better things to do than change your ridiculous diapers, young man. It's too much!" "Well, I..." "I'm going to be late. The boys are going to deal with you, then you're going to bed. If I hear from them that you've been the slightest bit uncooperative, the slightest bit mind you, I'm going to get you up when I get home, and you'll be one very sorry boy." She hung up. "What did she say?" Danny wanted to know. "Um, to cooperate." "Or else?" "Spanking, I guess." Small voice. It was all happening again. So soon! "Jeez, that would make three in one day. Would that be a record for you, Johnny?" Three! That meant... "Who's going to do it?" Danny asked. "I don't feel like touching his pissy diapers." Girls seem have no problem with the D word, maybe because of playing with dolls and playing house. Boys always say it funny, as if they're too embarrassed, something catches in the throat. Danny included. Me included. "Mom said to use gloves, and use a Huggies wipe on him. Whoever does it does the whole thing, the diapers and the spanking. She said we'll probably be doing it a lot, so we might as well get used to it. I'll go first. And mom says to make it a spanking, not a beating. Johnny, she said as soon as you make up a diaper for yourself, we'll get started. Let's go." No mercy. It took less than a minute to assemble the diaper, even in my unsteady state, as they watched and made ridiculing remarks. My butt was still sore from the first bout with the paddle, and I knew from experience that a second one so soon does not just bring back the pain, but increases it many-fold. I was afraid of the usual things, but also of maybe having to beg Derek to stop spanking me. I hated that they were going to see me in diapers, naked, spanked, and back in diapers, that there was nothing I could do about it, and that they'd know about it forever, and that nothing could ever undo that fact. My diaper ready on the plastic sheet, Derek undid the tab on my sleeper, pulled the zip down, pulled the sleeper down, and helped me out of it, throwing it near the head of my bed. My knees buckled a little, and I held my arms together to minimize exposure. "Whoa!" Alan said. I guess he had never seen a big kid in diapers either. Danny went to my drawer and found a pair of hospital gloves, put them on, wiggling his fingers. "Danny, get his diaper pail." He slid my waiting diaper toward my jammies, and told me to lie across the bed. I did, my feet touching the floor. The plastic sheet felt cool on my back in the gap between my tee-shirt and the waistband of my vinyl pants. It was hard to keep my hands from reaching to stop him as he slowly unsnapped my pants and brought the front down, exposing my wet diapers and releasing a urine smell. "Cripes!" he said. My mouth was working, I was trying not to cry, I was trying to stand it. His gloved hands fumbled, but undid one then the other diaper pin, and he placed them near my waiting diaper. Now he pulled the front of the wet diaper so that the whole thing slid thickly and unwillingly between my legs until it was free. He held it gingerly and let it drop into the pail. I lay semi-naked, in an evil spell, as Derek went to get a wipe. I heard it come out of the container. It was cold on me. He used it sparingly on my front and between my legs, as if had to get this part over as quickly as possible, to my relief. "Turn over." He moved the vinyl pants out of the way, and I lay directly on the plastic sheet as he cleaned my bum, taking a little more time. Now he pulled me back by the shoulder so that I ended up kneeling in the same position as just a few hours earlier. He slid the diaper back to where it would be ready for me. My arms in front of me, he pushed me down as his mother had so that my face was almost touching the diaper (talk about rubbing my nose in it), causing my still damp Huggie-wiped butt to tauten. There was a pause as I think he was handed the paddle, and I sobbed a second before the first blow landed. Still in his gloves, Derek set me on the diaper, powdered me, pulled it up between my legs, and pinned it on before snapping me into the same vinyl pants. "There he is," said Alan, as I stood before them, "dry and chastised." I was put back in my sleeper, then told to make my bed and get the hell into it. "Man, I can see it.You guys are going to have to waste your whole freakin' summer babysitting this guy," Alan said as I fought my urge to hide my face anywhere and submissively did as I was told, remembering what Aunt Eva had warned about cooperation. I woke up sometime later as Derek and Danny were undressing for bed. I watched quietly. Alan was still with them, and had unrolled a sleeping bag on the floor. "Hey," Derek joked, "you could kick Johnny out and have his bed..." "No thanks. This boy don't sleep on no plastic sheet." I thought how nice it would be to strip down to your cool Calvin Klein boxers or whatever, jump into a bed with a quiet, unprotected mattress while your friends did the same, and drift off to sleep without a care in the world. I noticed the clock by Danny's bedside. 12:03 A.M. My second day at Aunt Evil's had begun. My butt hurt, and I was wet. AUNT EVIL by J. Nash PART TWO "Is baby Johnny all wet?" I didn't know if it was Derek or Danny asking. They sound the same, and I wasn't looking. It was Friday morning. I climbed quietly (as quietly as possible under the circumstances) out of bed and started to pull the covers up over my dry sheets (wet as I might be inside, it still gave me pleasure, almost a sense of accomplishment to get up to a dry bed). I had hoped to wake up early and escape the room before the boys noticed, but I must've slept longer than I planned, for all three were wide awake and watching me. "Hey Johnny, did you sleep like a baby?" "Can't you tell by the smell?" Alan asked. In fact, I was aware of quite a strong odor, caused by having wet so early the night before. Waterproof pants will only control it to an extent. I was also itchy and uncomfortable, and anxious to get out of the damn diapers and into the shower. So anxious, in fact, that now having been `caught', I was willing to ask to be released from my sleeper and risk the embarrassment of being turned down. "Danny, could you...?" "Better fill in your calendar, in case baby happens to forget later. Make that a great big `W' for Wet Wuss." The black marker my brother had used on my diaper pail was actually for the purpose of recording my wet nights on the despised calendar, from which it normally hung on a string. Now I had to look around for it, finally spotting it on Derek's desk. His clock showed ten to eight. I was acutely aware of the revealing sound being made by my vinyl pants as I approached, retrieved the marker, and walked a bit stiff-legged (it did no good) to this public chronology of my wetting shame. I winced as I produced the telltale four squeaks of yet another `W', this latest under Friday, June 29. An all too rare `D' sounds different and almost refreshing, which, if I may say, squeaks for itself. And here was a reminder, not that one was needed, that this was the beginning of the weekend, and furthermore that every date between this one and the same day last week was marked the same way. W, W, W... And here at nose level was the paddle (I thought it was starting to look a little worn) that on Friday evenings translated such an innocuous-looking letter of the alphabet into three painful naked-butt strokes for each time it appeared. I wondered how many times bare wood had met bare backside in the sadistic career of the spanking implement--not only mine, but that of Russ, my now maddeningly dry and condescending paddling predecessor whose very dryness was an argument for its continued use on me, and whose busybody mom, along with the paddle, had generously donated his diapers, plastic pants, and even his diaper pail to my mother for my own baby collection after a suitable interval to ensure that Russell's `big-boy' status seemed permanent. It was an ordinary white baby's diaper pail with a lid, and now it had my name on it. "Danny, could you undo my zip?" "Say pweeze." "Derek?" "A good wittle boy always wemembers to say pweeze, and anks." "Ok, please." "Sorry, we're just tooo tired!" Danny said, and fell back pretending to snore. Alan began singing in a sleepy voice: "You can tell by the smell that he's wet as holy hell, and the urine keeps flow-ing on John...." They all thought this was very funny. I crept to outside my aunt's closed bedroom door and listened, but I could tell she was still asleep, and I didn't dare wake her. Alan was still singing, to the continued laughter of my cousins. "Over hill, over dale, here he comes with diaper pail, and the urine keeps flowing on John..." What talent! What a jerk! I went downstairs and poured myself a bowl of Cap'n Crunch and turned on the TV. A bunch of cute babies were `singing' opera in a Huggies commercial. I instinctively changed the channel. Whenever others were in the room, excruciating diaper commercials never failed to spark an embarrassing conversation about my own babyish need for them. Now I sat in my soggy state, ate my cereal, watched Roadrunner cartoons, and felt sorry for myself. I wondered what my mother and Rob were doing in Europe just then. Probably having a great time. I almost hoped Rob wouldn't slip and fall off the leaning tower of Pisa. Or maybe get pushed. The doorbell rang. I froze. Who the heck could that be? Maybe they'd just go away. I waited. It rang again. "Answer the darn door!" It was Derek, in his underwear at the top of the stairs. "It's probably Alan's little brother Dustin." I guessed it was, when I finally let him in. He seemed to be about eleven years old, and looked somewhat like his older brother. "I'm Dustin Johnson. Is my brother Alan here?" Already he was staring hard at me, at my sleeper, at the obvious bulge instead of where underwear or nothing should be. My vinyl pants made betraying noises as I moved from the door. "Upstairs," I said. I knew he knew, but I hoped he wouldn't ask. "How come you're wearing diapers? You even smell of pee." He answered his own question, but I couldn't speak. This was always the worst moment--to be confronted without tact, totally defenseless in your diapers, by an astonished kid much younger than yourself. Your roles are instantly reversed, with you on the bottom. For a confused second I thought of asking him to undo my zipper. I probably wet a little. "Dustin, meet my cousin Johnny. Johnny's in diapers `cause he's a big wet baby bedwetter. Come on up." Dustin fixed me with a look of mocking disbelief, shook his head, and started upstairs. I didn't even have time to sink into the floor and the doorbell rang again. With shaky legs and a sense of resignation I went to the door and opened it. "Oh. You must be Johnny. You're the nephew still in diapers. Your Aunt told me all about you." All. I bet. She was about my Aunt's age, and was dressed in shorts, a golf shirt, and wore a visor. She had a kid with her. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen. He was looking at me in that disbelieving way just as Dustin had. "I'm Jane, and this is my son Martin. Is your aunt Eva around? We're playing golf this morning. Maybe you could you call her, please?" She spoke in a slightly condescending way, as if I might be too dumb to understand. Retarded, maybe. "I'll get her. Um, make yourselves at home." They had to hear the rustling of my pants as I made my way to the stairs and up, but then Aunt Eva had told her `all about' me. Still, I was mortified, and I thought I could feel their eyes on my bulky rear as I went upstairs, and I felt myself get a little wetter inside as I heard Jane say "That's what can happen to some chronic bedwetters." It sure could! Aunt Eva was already up. She graciously greeted her visitors, apologized for running late, and began eating a cup of yogurt for breakfast. It turned out that because of a large annual golf tournament beginning later in the morning, the usual roster of country club caddies would be unavailable, and so Martin had been recruited to caddy for his mom. After being turned down by my cousins and even Alan and Dustin, Aunt Eva settled on me. "Well I haven't even had a shower yet," I protested. But I wondered if I'd be better off with her than being at the mercy of the tormenting bullies upstairs for possibly several hours. "Well, there isn't time. One of the boys is in the bathroom, so you can just use a Huggies wipe. Here. Let me undo your sleeper. See this Jane? It's what I told you about. It's designed to prevent Johnny from removing his diapers, which he's been known to do, apparently. Whew! Well I see we'll be adding yet another three strokes to the total this evening, young man." Had Martin caught on to what she meant? I couldn't look. I had hoped the bathroom was free by now, but someone was still in there. I reluctantly went into the bedroom, and once there I hesitated as long as I could, hoping that Derek, Alan and Dustin would leave, as they seemed tantalizingly on the verge of doing any moment. But then the kid got interested in my private business. "Does the guy wet himself every night?" he asked. "Even my little brother is mostly dry, and he's only three." He was staring at my pile of neatly stacked white diapers. For some reason it added to my discomfort that they looked so real, so used, so necessary along with my spare diaper pins, powder and other things, the wildly embarrassing nuts and bolts of my extended babyhood. "Yeah. Pretty well. Look for yourself. It's marked on the calendar." He checked, and of course he saw the paddle also. "Man, oh man that's bad! Don't tell me he even gets spanked for it?" "Yep. Tonight as a matter of fact. Stick around, it's really funny! Wahhh!" My Aunt called from downstairs, telling me to hurry up. I slipped my shoulders and arms out of the sleeper, which now dropped down to my waist in front. I took a deep breath and let it fall down to the floor, and then stepped out of it one leg at a time.It was a bad moment as I felt my face and the back of my neck go crimson as I stood with my back to the boys in nothing but my vinyl pants, diapers, and my t-shirt, totally exposed. There was hushed silence as I unsnapped the pants, ten loud pops in all. I let them fall on top of the sleeper, then undid the blue diaper pins, removed them, and held the front of the wet diaper as the back fell from between my legs. "Man, he looks like he's even got diaper rash!" "Of course." Now I had to face them semi-naked as I went to my diaper pail, removed the lid, and deposited the soaked diaper. The pail's contents gave off a fairly strong odor which caused Alan and Dustin to put on an exaggerated display of fanning the air with their hands and pretending asphyxiation. "Whoa! Put the lid on!" Trying not to cry, I took a Huggies wipe from the container and gave myself a very quick cleaning, anxious as I was to get into underwear and jeans. Then I grabbed a shirt and ran downstairs, leaving the boys to their taunting laughter, and my sleeper, pants, and wipe where they lay. "Is he waterproof?" Jane wanted to know. "Only at night," my Aunt replied. "So far, that is..." I couldn't look at Martin. On the way to the golf course, I became aware of a faint sour urine smell, and hoped no one would notice. We'd soon be outside in the breeze, after all. I should've been a little more thorough with the Huggies wipe, but then who could blame me for wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible and get the heck out of there? I studiously watched the scenery go by. I hadn't said a single word to Martin. What do you say to a kid you've never met before who's just seen you in wet and smelly diapers? How do you recover from that? He wasn't killing himself to make conversation either, and that was fine with me. At least no talk meant no teasing. "Did somebody wet his pants back there?" Aunt Evil neglected her already bad driving to turn and look pointedly at me. I squirmed in my seat, and I thought Martin did also. "No..." we both said. Like my mom, Aunt Eva is blessed with an olfactory finesse that could probably make her rich in the perfume industry. You can almost never fool either of them when it comes to sniffing out embarrassing secrets. Not that it isn't worth trying. "I find with enuretics you can never quite get rid of the smell of urine," Auntie said. "I think being wet so much of the time, it must permeate the skin, and is always present, however faintly. I can always smell a bedwetter." I was intensely interested in the weathered side of a barn. "I agree," said Jane. "Only now we've got it double." What was this? "Don't tell me Martin wets the bed?" Astonished, Aunt Eva looked at him in the mirror. "A big boy like you?" What exactly did that make me? "Mom!" Now it was Martin's turn to cringe. "Three or four times a week, since he was nine." "Mom!!" "We don't have to have secrets here, Martin. You just saw Johnny in his diapers, for goodness sake. Maybe Mrs. Wilson can help." Now poor Martin was busy scrutinizing the scenery. Interesting cow... "Do you use diapers on him?" He let out a low groan. If the car seat had been a mineshaft, Martin would've been gone. Me too. "No, he absolutely refuses, with the result that his room usually smells like a public washroom. In fact the whole apartment does. I've had to fight him to even have a plastic sheet on his mattress, and he'll only have it on at night, in case someone finds out. He takes it off in the morning. His little brother is always complaining about the smell, and frankly, I can't blame him." Brothers are such whiners! Poor Martin's face was red as a fire engine, and he had tears in his eyes. "I can probably help, if you're willing to take my advice," Aunt Eva said. "You don't have to put up with that." "Anything." If Martin didn't know it, he was now in big trouble. We were on the golf course by 9:15. There were relatively few players, with the tournament scheduled for later in the morning. I was somewhat negligent in my caddying duties as I bumped along towing my aunt's cart behind me as I ignored hooks and slices and her score while trying to absorb what I had learned about Martin. It was difficult. I knew very well that I wasn't the only bedwetter in the world, even if it often felt that I was alone in my shame and humiliation. But I had never met a real live bedwetter before (at least to my knowledge), and I was surprised that Martin looked so...ordinary, even so cool. He looked like the type of guy who's popular with guys, who gets the prettiest girl, who unanimously gets elected captain of the debating or basketball team. I could hardly believe he was a lowly bedwetter like me. Poor guy, I wouldn't wish that on anybody. Not even the twins, not even my idiotic brother, who I now gave in and imagined in free-fall from the Leaning Tower. We waited behind the second tee as Eva and Jane tried to decide which clubs to choose. Martin looked very upset, still on the verge of tears. He wasn't being a very good caddy either. We never even suggested a number two wood or a number three iron. He spoke quietly. "Does your mom or your aunt, um, do they ah, do they actually diaper you?" He had trouble saying the word. I had trouble hearing it. "Yes. Or my brother, or my cousins, or anybody. Anyone can do it. Except me. I'm not allowed." "Man, I don't think I could stand wearing diapers like a baby. Or getting diapered by someone. People will find out, I'll be a laughingstock. What am I going to do? What happens if you refuse?" "Then I get a spanking first." I explained about the regular weekly spanking, plus irregular paddling punishments for showing defiance or a lack of cooperation. I told him about my calendar, about having to bend over, about my bare butt. "Jeez! Will I get spanked? Oh, man! I'm fourteen!" "Not necessarily. That's just my mom. Also, I still get diapered 'cause I refused to do it myself. That was dumb, I admit it. And I have to wear that stupid sleeper thing 'cause I took my diapers off and got caught. Your mom might be real discreet about everything." "But she's accepting advice from your aunt." This was true. Martin's impending treatment, whatever it was to be, made me anxious and a little angry. I liked the guy. On the fifth hole fairway, my aunt's ball sailed into the woods. I found it easily at the base of a pine tree, and buried it under a rock. She took a two-stroke penalty, and I felt a little better. "I guess everyone knows about--you know--your diapers and everything?" Martin asked a little later. "I get called 'diaper-boy' or whatever by kids I don't even know," I told him. "At school, at the mall, on the street. Everybody knows. I can't really show my face anywhere without getting teased, even by little kids." "Do you ever get used to it? I mean do you get sort of desensitized? I mean does the shame ever go away?" It seemed the poor guy was starting to feel desperate. "No," I said, "not really." There was no use lying. In fact, my sense of pride, dignity, and self-worth were under attack every time I was made to lean over to be spanked, every time I was put in diapers and plastic pants, every moment I spent in them, wet or dry, every time I was teased, every time I was even in the presence of someone who knew about my wetting and its 'solution'. And it never got better. Sometimes I would temporarily 'forget' about either being in or needing diapers, and then suddenly the awareness would come flooding back in a renewed wave of shame and helplessness. Or I would re-live a particularly awful event over and over, no doubt making it even worse in my imagination. And even in my dreams I was usually in diapers, often in an awful humiliating situation involving my peers. Or I would wake dazed from a deep sleep, and the unbelievable realization would take a few moments to sink in: one, I was wearing bulky diapers; two, they were soaking wet inside my plastic pants, again; three, maybe I deserved what I got. I hoped Martin wouldn't have to find all this out for himself. "Ok, boys, I want you to go up to the top, stand away from the green, and watch where our shots go. Keep your eyes on them." The ninth hole was a very short par three, but the catch was it was uphill. In fact, from the tee, you couldn't actually see the green because of the steep rise, and the putting surface was surrounded by woods directly behind, and sand-traps and water-hazards on either side. So caddies would be sent to the top to monitor the blind tee-shots and to report back on their status, while the golfers waited to proceed ahead or take another shot. Auntie's ball bounced off a tree and landed about twenty feet beyond the edge of the green, followed by Martin's mom's, which splashed into shallow water. This would be the last hole, as the course would be closed for the tournament, and we weren't sorry not to be doing the full eighteen. The conversation in the car had somewhat depressed us both, and it was hard to get around our mutual lowly status as infantile bedwetters, one still in diapers and the other perhaps soon to be. It was all we could think about. We had also heard Auntie describing to her friend my mom's and her own policy of 'creative shaming' to deal with my wetting, and it seemed likely that Martin would soon be in for some of the same. At his insistence, I reluctantly explained some of the obvious finer points of the treatment, mainly that the wetter faces the practical consequences of his enuresis--diapers and everything related--openly, without regard for modesty or privacy, and without exception. Just like a baby. If you wet, this is what you get. Period. And it doesn't matter if the whole world knows. I stared in astonishment as Martin picked up his mom's ball, dried it off with his shirt, and dropped it in the cup."Maybe it'll make her feel better," he said with a chuckle. I hesitated for just a moment, retrieved Auntie's ball, and deposited it in the same place. Two holes-in-one! What were the odds? Then Martin started hollering and yelling for the golfers to come and see. When they arrived, it seemed the event was so extraordinary that they were astonished and then excited, and they didn't question it. They shook hands, they hugged, they whooped and danced. Martin explained that his mom's ball had bounced twice and rolled into the cup, and that Auntie's had hit the pin and dropped straight down. Of course, I didn't disagree with these observations, and added a few details of my own. The mood was happy as word of the unusual coincidence spread through the busy clubhouse, and the ladies were congratulated as golfing heroes. They really seemed to be basking in the attention, and I concluded that Martin's plan had had a lot of merit. My usually penny-pinching aunt's elation was such that she didn't even balk at the notion of honoring the long-standing tradition of buying drinks for the house on such an occasion, and it was a very full house. Martin and I had just finished a commendatory toast to each other with our ginger-ales when I saw an older man approach Auntie for a quiet word. He was carrying a bird-book and a set of binoculars. "I've never felt so foolish in my entire life!" Auntie said on the way home. "What on earth were you thinking?" Jane wanted to know. "Do you know how much that little prank cost us?" Auntie was back to normal. "One hundred ninety-six dollars and seventy cents. That's how much." "Did you really expect to get away with it?" Martin's mom. "Well, we would have if it wasn't for that stupid old busybody birdwatcher," Martin answered. "Why did he have to spy on us? Anyway, we were only trying to do a good deed." "Well, as of today, you're going to have to smarten up, young man, and start taking some responsibility in your life. You're sure it's ok to leave him with you for the weekend, Eva?" "Perfectly fine." "And remember, you have a completely free hand." Not words you want to hear around Aunt Evil. So Martin was going to have a sleepover, but I doubted he'd find it that much fun. Auntie and Jane fumed all the way home, and Jane left after warning Martin to do as he was told. Martin seemed a bit oblivious about what was likely to happen, and I didn't have much chance to talk to him because the twins were there with Alan and Dustin, and they had already begun teasing me about my upcoming spanking, which I had been trying not to think about without much success. With me, the anticipation is almost as bad as the actual punishment. I pre-live every moment, over and over. The brothers were staying for supper and no doubt the show afterward. I had hoped against hope they'd all be out of the house, and it was with a sense of anxiety and dread that I accepted that they would be there to witness my degrading submission to the paddle, and then my diapering. And then having to face them all afterward. I hoped I wouldn't cry, but I knew I would, probably before Auntie even got started. It was the humiliation. During supper, I was acutely aware of time running out as I nibbled at my chicken nuggets. Martin joined in the general conversation as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and it occurred to me that the boys didn't know yet that he was a bedwetter. Did he think they wouldn't find out? Was this guy in denial, or what? "Johnny, how many are you getting?" Derek asked. "How many what?" I stalled. "He pretends he doesn't know what I'm talking about. How many whacks with the paddle, Mr. En-u-re-sissy." I didn't answer. "Mom, how many?" "Johnny, have you been wet every night since last Friday?" "Um-hum..." "The max!" Danny exclaimed. At ten to seven, I got the word. "You can go and get ready now." It was clear to me she was including Martin. "And Johnny, make up two." She meant diapers. It was hard to handle the diapers in front of Martin, and then the others came into the room. I put together one in the usual way, and then started the second. I had a feeling of unreality. "How come you're doing two diapers?" Danny asked. I looked at Martin, and his face went white. "We're supposed to take our pants off now," I said to Martin as confidentially as possible. "No way, man. I'm not wearing any diaper!" "Martin's a bedwetter? Don't tell me we have two babies?" Derek exclaimed. The others laughed derisively, and Martin hung his head. "You better do it," I said. Hard as it was, I removed my own pants and underwear. The alternative was worse. The boys stared. I shivered in fear and embarrassment. "I want my mom," Martin said. He was on the verge of tears. "Martin wants his mommy. Poor baby!" Derek mocked. "Your mother knows exactly what's going on. She told you there'd be changes. Now get your pants off so we can put you in your diapers for the night. You may as well get used to it, because that's the way it's going to be from now on, and neither your mother or I will accept any nonsense." Aunt Eva had come in to the room, and I think she already knew he wasn't going to cooperate. Martin looked stunned, and was crying. But he made no move. "No? Well, maybe this will help you change your mind!" She grabbed the paddle and forced Martin into a bending position over the bed. I think he was too shocked to resist, but she held him tight with her left arm and began to spank him severely on his pants. He was crying hard. "Man, that must hurt!" Dustin observed. She spanked and spanked as I looked on in shock, semi-naked, powerlessly waiting for my own turn. "I don't want to wear diapers," Martin wailed. "Please, I can't!" "You can and you will," Auntie informed him. "And I'll tell you something else, young man. First, you're getting twenty strokes on your bare bum, and the number goes up for every second you keep me waiting. Understood?" The spanking continued at a fast pace. Auntie has good stamina. "Ok." Martin straightened up, undid the button on his jeans, unzipped them, stepped out of them, and then took his underwear off. I felt sorry for him. His shoulders were hunched, tears streamed down his face, and he looked totally small and defeated. Sort of like me. "Now lean over." He did, and I wondered how he must feel getting spanked for the first time, while staring at the thick diaper he would be wearing in a few moments. I thought I knew. The paddle sounded different on his bare skin, which was very red. Auntie warned him that she'd add strokes if he tried to move to avoid the paddle, which he did a couple of times. The boys kept count. "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" "Derek, if you'll diaper Martin, I'll see to Johnny." This made Martin cry more. "Sure." Aunt Eva checked my calendar. "So. You've earned the full twenty-one. Congratulations." I was looking at Martin, who looked like he didn't know what to do. He stared at the floor. Derek sprinkled baby powder on the diaper. "Martin, lie down on your diaper," Derek ordered. Your diaper. That must've hurt. He guided the semi-unresponsive boy down, then sprinkled powder on him. A now quietly crying Martin hid his face as Derek brought the diaper between his legs and pinned one side, then the other. "Johnny, bend over. If I have to tell you again, I'm adding five strokes." "At least the paddle will be nice and warm," Dustin laughed. Imagine having to submit to a demeaning spanking in front of a superior little twerp who makes jokes at your expense. Not only that, he was using my diaper pail as a stool, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. I did as I was told, and began to cry as I anticipated the first blow. This was always one of the worst moments, when you're waiting for the spanking to begin. Spankers instinctively know this and prolong the agony. You get all tense waiting, and this probably makes it hurt more. Derek was snapping Martin into a pair of my vinyl pants. His face was still hidden. I felt the first sting of the paddle. They counted for me too. As usual, Auntie did a good job, and my butt was on fire as she diapered me and put me in the same type of snap-on pants as Martin was wearing. "Hey, they look like twins!" Dustin said. We did even more as we were put into identical sleepers. This was one more insult for poor Martin, who was asked whether he'd prefer walking around in just his diapers and a tee-shirt instead. Of course, he chose the escape-proof sleeper, and we waddled around like that until bedtime, enduring the taunts and teasing of my cousins and their friends. It was bad enough for me, but this was Martin's first time ever being spanked, and his first time in diapers since he was a baby; and suddenly having to adjust to one's new infantile appearance and status is not easy. Since I had the only plastic sheet, we were made to sleep in the same bed. The sheet and our pants made quite a lot of noise, a constant reminder of our shame. I tried to comfort Martin, but he quietly cried a lot. Besides, what could I say? If Auntie's advice were followed, he would be regularly spanked, he would be put in diapers every night, and everyone would know he was a diapered wetter. Just like me. There was no bright side. Well, a dry bed. Big deal. Sometimes I even leak. The next morning, we were both wet, and had to wait for my Aunt to free us from our sleepers. We had been expressly prohibited from doing it for each other. Derek and Danny merely held their noses and made demeaning juvenile comments. "Did you mark your calendar?" Auntie asked. "Yes." As I wrote the 'W' earlier, Martin eyed the paddle as if he couldn't believe it had been used on him. And might be again. His face went red. "Martin, are you wet too?" "Yes." "Well, I have a calendar for you too."You can start marking it as of today, and you'll be spanked accordingly at the end of the week by your mom. You guys aren't off to a very good start. And another thing. Mr. Blair across the street is very handy at woodworking, and I've arranged for him to make you a paddle, Martin, just like Johnny's. It'll be ready for you to take with you when you leave tomorrow. Gee, thanks. You shouldn't have. Martin seemed depressed all day. I actually heard an electric saw running somewhere across the street, and he must've heard it also. Also, I knew he was thinking about the evening, and we both became more anxious as seven o'clock approached. "What do you think about, like when you're getting your diapers put on?" he asked as I was getting ours ready. "I just try not to die of embarrassment. Sometimes I try to think of other things, but it doesn't really work. You just can't ignore what's happening--the smells, the sounds, the feelings, the nightmare." "There isn't a trick or anything?" "No. We better get...ready." Martin blushed deep red, but didn't resist this time. The twins were out, so we waited alone in only our tee-shirts for Auntie to come. We looked away from each other, respecting each others' modesty. Auntie arrived. "Well that's better! Lie down, Martin, and I'll diaper you first." He covered himself, and Auntie brushed his hands away. He had been ok to that point. Now he started to cry, but complied immediately. He looked like a little boy. "I feel like such a baby!" he wailed. "Well no wonder! Now lift your bum so I can snap your rubber pants on you." Then it was my turn. The twins came home with friends we hadn't met, so we had to put up with their questions and contemptuous comments and teasing. Derek grabbed Martin unawares, put him over his knee and spanked him a few times while speaking `babytalk', and saying "I want my mommy!" Of course Martin's pants made a lot of noise under his sleeper, bringing laughter to the group and tears to Martin. We both wet again that night. Martin's mom arrived at about noon on Sunday, and had a long talk with Aunt Eva. Poor Martin was forced to stand there, staring at the floor in front of the twins and me holding a cardboard box containing his calendar, a bunch of diapers from my huge supply, pins, plastic pants, vinyl pants, rubber pants, and the new paddle that thoughtful Mr. Blair had indeed delivered after a final touch of drilling holes in its surface to reduce drag and any cushion of air between it and bare skin. Martin and his mom would stop on the way home for baby powder, wipes, diaper rash creme, and a diaper pail. I said goodbye to my friend and went upstairs for some peace. AUNT EVIL by J. Nash PART THREE I got double-dumped, if you can believe it. Aunt Eva was given a three-day package tour to Las Vegas from a friend whose sudden illness prevented her from going. It was a non-refundable trip for three, and of course her husband and son weren't going to go without her. In fairness, my Aunt had called the travel agent and tried to include me ("I think I'll put you in disposable diapers to save trouble..."), but it had proved impossible, and an alternative had to be found, or she and my cousins wouldn't be able to go. "Couldn't we just hire a babysitter? It couldn't be that expensive," Derek suggested. A babysitter! Of course in a different situation they would be allowed to stay on their own. "Yes, if all else fails, that's what we'll do," Aunt Eva said. "But I have another idea." The idea was to ship me over to Martin's. Naturally I was apprehensive, as this would mean being put in diapers by his mom, a near stranger, and a stickler for the Aunt Evil method. But it couldn't be worse than having it done by a `babysitter', and I would get time to spend with Martin, who I hadn't seen since he last stood in our living-room shamefaced with his box of my ex-diapers, plastic pants, and his horrible, brand-spanking new paddle. I had talked to him on the phone a few times. "Hi Martin, how's it going?" "Ok. Actually, pretty bad. Can I talk to you?" "Of course. What do you think?" "You won't make fun of me or anything?" "Martin, it's me. We're in the same boat, remember? The same leaky boat." "Yeah. I'm getting it just like you. Mom diapers me every night, and it doesn't matter who's around, and if I make a fuss I get spanked first. Plus I get a regular spanking on Friday, just like you. Bare butt. It hurts. Plus if she's busy or out or something, Dean has to diaper me, just like I was a baby. He's even allowed to spank me too, if I don't do what he says. He's only thirteen, you know. All his friends have seen me in my diapers, and mine too, except I don't have any anymore. My relatives and my mom's friends have all seen me too, so now everybody knows." "Are you getting teased a lot?" "All the time. And I wet just about every night now. I used to have one or two dry nights a week. I feel totally infantile. And that's how Dean treats me too. Now it's like he's the older one. He used to complain a lot, but now he's really bossy and mean, and never gives me a break." I knew how he felt. I hadn't met Dean, but my relationship with my cousins was similar. They treated me with condescension and contempt, and never missed a chance to ridicule or humiliate me. They saw my wetting as a weakness which justified whatever punitive measures they could dream up. More and more of my diapering was being delegated to Danny and Derek, and whether they resented it or just used the opportunity to punish me, they almost always found a pretext to spank me, even though I tried to be as submissive as possible. It even happened in front of Alan and Dustin. That time I think Derek had just been showing off his power. "Ok, bend over." "Oh man, watch this!" Dustin said. "What?" It was all I could do to take my pants off in preparation of being diapered, but I had complied. It killed me every time. "But I didn't do anything!" "You're a bedwetter, aren't you? Bend over!" "But..." He started counting. "Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five..." In tears, I finally did as I was told, and received twenty-five strokes. My aunt came to see what the fuss was about. Derek was pinning my diapers on me. "The boy just wouldn't cooperate," he said. This was the stock excuse. It got to the point that I was being spanked almost every day except when Auntie did the diapering, and even then sometimes if she judged me not compliant enough. "Never mind, he'll learn eventually!" Later Dustin came up and patted my rear on my plastic pants. I hate that, and it's amazing how many people do it It's as if plastic pants covering diapers on a boy are a magnet. "Sore butt?" Stupid question. "You have to learn to cooperate, Johnny!" A few days later the twins, their mom and I ran into Martin's mom at the mall. I was glad Martin wasn't there to hear himself talked about, and wished I wasn't either. "Don't bother to send any diapers with Johnny, he can just wear some of the ones you generously gave to Martin," his mom said to Aunt Eva. She spoke in a normal voice. People could hear. The twins grinned at each other. "Ok. How's it going?" "Fine. I'm sticking to the rules. Of course Martin hates the whole diaper thing, he cries and makes a fuss, but not too much of a fuss or he gets spanked. I'm fairly severe about that. Anyway, the place smells better, his brother's happy, and I'm satisfied." "Is he wetting any less?" "No, more, if anything, but I don't care. He'll just stay in his diapers as long as necessary. It's not a problem. I should've done it much sooner." "And you're spanking him consistently?" "Every Friday evening and sometimes in between. He gets the same as Johnny, here. I agree with you that if spankings don't reduce the wetting, they at least send a message that we don't approve of enuretic behavior. He begs me not to use the paddle on him, but like I've said, I've been tough. You have to be, it's for his own good. And of course Dean's been a big help. He's very responsible. When he spanks, the message really gets across. And the same when he diapers Martin; there's an extra element of shame, because he's almost two years younger, after all. I'm very proud of Dean. He's really trying to help his brother learn to stay dry." "Yes, the twins have been a help with Johnny. It makes it so much easier. After all, in many ways it's just like having a baby in the house." "It sure is," Derek added, and Danny laughed. My relatives dropped me off at Martin's and then continued on to the airport. I wished them `Bon Voyage'. I told them I'd miss them, but I exaggerated. "This is my brother, Dean," Martin said. He looked like a slightly smaller version of Martin; blonde, blue eyed, skinny but wiry. We shook hands. I thought I could tell he already knew all about my diapers. Something about the way he looked at me. You develop a sense about these things. I was instructed by Martin's mom to put my things in the room I'd be sharing with Martin and Dean. Martin showed me the way. A fold-up bed had been partly readied for me--that is, it had been unfolded and a well-used looking plastic sheet had been placed on the mattress. One of Martin's I guessed. It really smelled of urine, and I recalled that Martin used to wet a lot without using diapers. I put my bag down and looked around. The room looked remarkably like mine at home, and the one I shared with my cousins. Near Martin's bed was a table with shelf. The shelf contained the assortment of waterproof pants donated by myself, plus powder, pins, creme, and some Pampers wipes. Right out in the open, that was the plan. On top was a large stack of folded cloth diapers also formerly of yours truly, but also some new ones still in packages. Curity pre-folded baby diapers.Also flannelette baby diapers. Some had been removed. New ones to use inside the Babykins, just like with me. "Man," Martin said, noticing my stare, "my mom made me go with her to Walmart, to the baby section. Then I had to walk around the store with those two packs of diapers. A kid I know spotted me and he jokes to my mom 'New diapers for Martin?' and I thought she'd make an excuse, but she goes 'Yes, unfortunately. Oh, and Martin, we need a diaper pail for you, too, don't forget.' The kid knew she was serious. I almost died!" Above Martin's table was his calendar. Although the pictures were different than mine (vintage cars), the markings under the days were identical to mine--W, W, W, W, on and on. And below the calendar, just as with me, was Martin's varnished paddle. It still amazed me that this Mr. Blair, whoever he was, would go to the trouble of drilling holes so that the paddle would inflict more pain to the backside of a boy he would never even know. What a world! "What are those marks?" The paddle had little 'x's' marked on its handle in ink. "Oh, my mom or Dean puts a mark on it every time it gets used on me. A sort of record, I guess." "It's been used a lot, already." "Yeah. Sometimes I fight it when they diaper me." "Does it hurt more than mine?" I asked, still thinking about those holes. "I don't know. I only got yours once. It's hard to say. It hurts plenty, though. I guess you'll see tomorrow. You can judge for yourself." Tomorrow was Friday. It was crazy, but it had sort of escaped my attention that this thing would be used on me. Of course it would! Tomorrow! I examined it with renewed interest, and dread. "One thing bugs me though. I always start to cry before I even get smacked once. That's so lame. I'd like to be able to just take it and not show how much it bothers me." "Me too." "By the way, bad news. Dean's babysitting tonight. Tomorrow too, I think. I hate that." "You call it 'babysitting'? You get babysat? My Aunt was thinking of doing that too," shuddering again at the thought of being under the care of an official 'babysitter'. "That's what my mom calls it, and Dean. You have to do what he says, and he's even allowed to spank. Mom thinks he's so responsible. If you refuse, mom will give you five maximum 21 stroke spankings over five hours. I thought my butt was going to fall off. I mean I spent the whole afternoon getting spanked, and then I couldn't sit down for three days. Be careful. Dean doesn't take any crap." In fact, I heard him on the phone a short while later. "I can't. I have to baby-sit. I promised. Why don't you guys come over here instead? No, they're not actual babies--it's my brother and his friend. Close enough! Remember I told you? They both wear diapers for bedwetting. I have to be in charge of them. Not all the time, just if my mom goes out or whatever. Um, fourteen, and, Johnny, how old are you? Right, he's fifteen. Yeah, I know it's weird...Ok, see you, Mito." We were in the kitchen having supper. Martin's mom had already said her good-byes, but now ushered in Dean's friends. "Let's see if I've got this right: Anthony," she said to the taller, "Taylor, and Mito. Right?" "Right. Good memory," said Mito, who appeared Japanese. All three boys were around Dean's age, which meant the differences in our ages should have been just enough to make them 'little kids' to Martin and me in the complicated politics of adolescence. All the worse for us. I nervously wondered what would happen. Martin's mom left after conveying to Martin a subtle warning look, and we finished our supper. The boys regarded us with barely concealed curiosity, and exchanged meaningful glances with each other, and even nervous laughter. They had been talking about us. "So Dean, this is your brother?" Anthony asked, guessing right. Or it was the family resemblance. "Yep. That's Martin, that's Johnny." The boys made greeting noises. Martin stared at his empty plate. I knew something was coming. "We heard you guys pee the bed and have to wear diapers," Taylor said, getting right to the point. "Like babies. That true?" More nervous laughter. There were no denials, and the statement was left hanging around our necks. A moment later Dean invited them to his room, and they went. "They're from a kung-fu club. Dean just joined." "Is he going to diaper us right in front of them do you think?" "I'd say we can count on that," he said, his voice shaky. "Could we just leave?" "It would only make it worse. I think we better just take our medicine like...like babies. Just try not to provoke him, or it'll be worse. Oh, man!" We were called to the room. Martin looked pale as we walked down the hallway, knowing what to expect. Two diapers lay ready side by side along the width of my plastic-covered mattress. They looked exactly as if I myself had made them up, a combination of a Babykins youth diaper with baby pre-folds and flannelette inside. Also on the mattress were powder, pins, snap-on vinyl pants, and the paddle as a warning, I supposed. The boys stood in a little knot nearby with Dean a little distance away. My heart was skipping. "By the way, John, does one of those diapers look right for you, 'cause I can make it thicker. Are you a heavy wetter?" he asked, without a trace of sarcasm. I was afraid I'd freeze. How was I going to get through this? I looked at the paddle. It was amazing that he could use it on us if he wanted. "Um, normal, I guess." "He's a normal wetter!" Taylor said. Laughter. "Time to put you in your diapers, guys." Unreality was setting in. With shaky hands, Martin slowly undid the button of his tan cargo pants, his zipper, and pulled the pants down as I did the same with my jeans. Forced to undress so that we could be diapered in front of taunting juveniles, all younger than us! What could be more embarrassing? And poor Martin with his younger brother as the 'babysitter' in charge of diapers! He seemed to shrink measurably, and I bet I did too. Now he stood only in his t-shirt and colorful Tommy Hilfiger boxers. "Hey, same underwear as me," Mito said. "Not for long!" Taylor joked. Blushing badly, we took our shorts down and stepped out of them. It was a low moment. I hoped Martin wouldn't cry, because then I'd start. He did. He let out a sob, and so did I. It was awful standing there, helpless, half-naked in front of these jeering boys, knowing that worse was yet to come. Dean pulled me back until I was sitting on my diaper, then lying on it while my feet stayed on the floor. He had powdered the rear of the diaper, and I could feel the coolness on my lower back and butt. I could smell the powder and the urine from the mattress cover which crinkled under me. This couldn't be happening. I felt weight and heard sound as Martin was laid on his diaper right beside me. He was crying openly now, and so was I. I stole a teary glance at the boys watching in amusement, and then Dean was sprinkling powder on my front, and then after brushing the bottom of my shirt out of the way, he pulled the diapers up between my legs and pinned them tight with blue diaper pins, which he clamped in his lips like a real babysitter might. It was a relief to have my shameful exposure come to an end, even if I was mortified due to the thick white diaper which now covered me. "Man, how can they even walk with all that between their legs?" Mito asked. "I don't know, man. I guess they toddle, they waddle, whatever," Anthony suggested. Dean had now pinned Martin, and was back to me with pants. I submissively lifted my bum and he slipped the vinyl under me, brought the front up between my legs, and snapped me up before doing the same for Martin. We were still crying, but more softly. Hopelessly. "Ok, you can stand up." Martin looked pathetic, and I knew he was a mirror-image of me. Teary, hunched, blubbering, absurdly trying to reduce our exposure in diapers and vinyl pants, staring at the floor while we were examined by this little group of unsympathetic specimens of normality. "Do they always bawl like that?" Mito asked. "It's Johnny's first time here, but apparently he does, and so does Martin." "It must get to be a pain for you, all this baby stuff and babysitting, and whatnot," Taylor observed. "Not to mention the pee-pee smell." "Yeah, but mostly my mom does it. Besides, I get my revenge on Fridays." "What happens Fridays?" "That's when bedwetters get their official spanking. I don't know about them, but I always feel better." "Hey guys, we'll have to come back tomorrow. Just kidding..." "No, you'd be doing us a favor. My mom says the extra shame is good for them." Speaking of which, we wallowed in plenty right now as we continued as objects of curiosity, ridicule, and revulsion. They marveled at the bulk of our diapers (and the probable fact that they would soon be as soaking wet as those of any infant), the very babyishness of our appearance, the revealing sounds of disgrace our pants made as we moved, and when Martin went noisily to retrieve the pajama bottoms he was allowed (after first asking), he was followed and mocked by Taylor who talked in babytalk and pretended a similar thickness between his own legs. Martin's pajamas did little to conceal what was underneath, and my teasing continued as I was put into my sleeper and its purpose explained. We tried to watch TV, but it was hard to concentrate. At first we were alone, and I asked Martin why he didn't wear a dressing-gown over his pajamas. "I'm not allowed," he answered. "Everybody has to know I'm in diapers." He sniffled and sighed, and hid his head in his arms. The boys came in to watch TV just as a Pull-ups commercial came on. It didn't surprise me, given my luck. Dean stayed out of it, but the others made jokes. "Do you know why Martin's mom won't buy him any Pull-ups?" Anthony asked. "Why?" "Cause he's a big kid now!" he sang."Are you guys ever put in Pampers or stuff like that?" Mito asked. We tried to ignore him. "Really. Does your mom use disposables on you? Wouldn't it be easier?" "My mom likes cloth," Martin said. "Where's she get them? And your baby pants?" Mito asked. What was it with this guy? "Um, mine came mostly from Johnny." He squirmed. I squirmed. "Interesting. So the diapers you're now wearing have been wet by Johnny, probably many times. And is the vice-versa true? Have Johnny's current diapers been wet by you?" "Yes. I guess so." Martin looked like he was going to cry again. "Well, I've heard of Blues Brothers, blood brothers, now I finally met a pair of Piss Brothers. Hey, piss-bro!" The boys laughed. I could only hope the term wouldn't stick. Later on, Mito sniffed the air theatrically. "Speaking of `piss-bros', Mr. babysitter, I think you should check your boys. Something smells funny here." "Martin?" Dean said. "I'm dry!" "Stand up." An ashen-faced Martin did as he was told, and his brother stretched the waistbands of his pajamas and vinyl pants. Martin flinched as Dean reached in and felt the outside of his diapers. Dean released the pants with a snap, and Martin sat down and cradled his head in his arms. "Johnny, stand up." "I'm dry!" This was not 100% true, and I was terrified. I stood up, and when Dean reached for the tab on my sleeper, I jerked out of his way. "You don't have to check me. I'm dry!" "Well, you don't smell dry." I realized he had me, and let him unzip me. He took the sleeper to my waist and looked inside my pants. "You're soaking wet!" "I didn't know!" About fifteen minutes earlier, I realized I had wet. It had happened once or twice before in moments of intense anxiety caused by teasing or humiliation. Maybe I could have avoided the problem by keeping an empty bladder, but I was too proud to ask my `babysitter' to undo my sleeper and let me go to the bathroom. He took my sleeper down to the floor and made me step out of it. "Go and wait by your bed." "One good thing--at least he was wearing diapers," Taylor joked. "Do I sense a spanking, perhaps?" Anthony asked. "Guys, I want you to see this. You too, Martin." Beside myself in dread and shame, I walked or waddled or toddled past them into the bedroom and waited by my bed. They soon followed. This would be entertainment for Dean's friends, and a lesson for Martin. And of course for me. "Lie down." I lay on my back on the plastic sheet. "You guys should hire a freakin' nanny for them." Taylor said. The boys laughed. Martin looked on solemnly. At least he wouldn't enjoy this. Dean unsnapped my pants and laid the front out straight. Then he undid the diaper pins and tossed them onto the mattress cover for later, and brought the front of the diaper down onto the vinyl pants, taking care not to get pee on his fingers. The air felt cold on my wet skin, and once again I was acutely embarrassed to be naked in front of a crowd. "Lift up." I did, and Dean slid the diaper and pants from under me, touching only the dry pants. He dropped the whole bundle into the diaper pail, and returned the lid. Then he reached for a Pampers wipe. "See, he does use Pampers," Mito said. "Stand up." I did, and Dean wiped me off while I stared at the floor. He did a thorough job, exactly as if he were cleaning up a baby. It was hard to let him, but I was afraid of what was coming, and didn't want to make it worse. "Now lean over the mattress and wait." I did. I think even my butt was blushing. "Can I have another chance?" This caused a bit of laughter. "Doesn't hurt to ask, I guess," Anthony said. "Mito, could you hand me the paddle from the wall, there?" I had thought of refusing to let Dean do it, but remembered what Martin said regarding the consequences of that. Along with my regular spanking tomorrow, I would receive five more, maybe even in front of the same audience. It was better to just get it over with. I waited and waited, ever closer to tears, and finally they came before the first slap of the paddle. Dean spanked pretty hard. It was difficult to say whether this hurt more than my own paddle, but it stung plenty. The diaper pins bounced from the plastic sheet and landed again with each blow. "Man, he's pretty good with that thing, I guess it's all the practice, right Martin?" Anthony said. "I'll certainly remember to behave whenever I come over," Taylor said. "I'll try real hard not to pee my pants," Mito joked. I was disappointed when Dean got to ten and didn't stop. I was crying pretty hard, but didn't resist or impede him in any way. Maybe he took pity, because he stopped at fifteen. "Ok. Wait while I make up a fresh diaper for you." This would only take a minute, but it felt like hours while I stood there in hideous embarrassment, my butt on fire, bawling like an infant. Dean diapered me just as before, but this time he chose a pair of plasticized nylon pull-on pants from Babykins that were amongst the ones I gave Martin. He guided my ankles through, then pulled them up over my diapers. A feature of these pants is that you can clearly see the diapers through them. "There. Since you don't know that you wet and don't tell, now we can keep an eye on the situation. You can have your sleeper when you go to bed. Another thing. The spanking was for wetting; for lying, you're going to stand in the corner in the living room until bedtime." I did. I stood facing the wall in disgrace in only my diapers, see-through plastic pants, a tee-shirt and socks as they all watched TV and talked and joked. Of course, Martin didn't join in and was asked if he ever has to stand in the corner, and mumbled `yes'. Twice Mito came over to me, turned me around, peered through the plastic pants at the front of my diapers, and announced "Guess what? The boy's still dryyyyy for now! Good boy!" This brought sarcastic clapping and cheering. I was finally put in my sleeper by Dean, allowed to make my bed, and climb into it. The visitors had not left yet, and I figured now that I was gone they were renewing their torments on Martin. After such an emotionally draining day, I quickly fell asleep in spite of the discomfort to my backside. I woke up in pitch blackness, wet, and with a curious sensation that somebody was in my bed. Was I dreaming? No, I clearly heard the plastic sheet crinkle, and I had not moved a muscle. "Hey, Piss-bro!" "What're you doing here?" "Shhh. Dean's asleep. I came to visit." "What if he hears?" "I'll just tell him I sprung a leak and didn't want to change my sheets. Are you going for Blackjack tomorrow?" "I am now. I'm soaked, that makes seven." `Blackjack' was the term we used to describe the maximum number of strokes with the paddle on a Friday--twenty-one. "Same here. What a pain." We talked for what seemed like hours, about everything--diapers, spankings, sports, school, our hopes and dreams, secrets we had never told anyone; we whined and complained, told jokes, told stories, but no lies. When we woke up in the morning, wet, smelly, happy, hugging each other, I thought it had been the most magnificent night of my life. Martin agreed. That evening, Martin was given his `Blackjack' first, by Dean again, in front of the same gawkers with the addition of Ian, a geek who left us alone, but he was there watching it all, right? As usual, Martin was crying as he waited to be put in his diapers. I was crying uncontrollably as the fifteenth stroke bit into my already painful butt. Once again the diaper pins danced on the bed with every stroke. And once again we had to endure the sarcastic comments of the audience as Dean did his work, and they counted for him. Suddenly I felt Martin close to me. He leaned and whispered in my ear before Dean could stop him. "Smoke that paddle, Piss-bro!" I couldn't help it. I started to laugh, and so did Martin. It was crazy, insane. We were both bawling like crazy, and laughing at the same time. It was all mixed up. I didn't think that was possible, but it must be, `cause we did it. I'm not sure which was loudest, but maybe it was the laughing, by a bit. Suddenly we were winning a little, and it felt good. AUNT EVIL by J. Nash PART FOUR "Get over here, you dumb bedwetter," I said into the phone. "I can't, you infantile diaper-wearing scuz," Martin replied. We often joked like this. It was a way to laugh at our common problem and make it seem smaller. "I wish you could come over." "Me too. But you know we're both kind of passively busy on a Friday evening. I get the max in one hour." I felt a shiver of fear and apprehension go through me. One hour. "Same here. Max minus five for the spanking I already got. Who's doing it?" "My mom. Dean's having a big sleepover for his birthday. I begged her not to spank and diaper me in front of Dean's friends. I asked if she could do it in her room with the door closed, and to let me sleep in there, too. Or in the living room by myself." "And?" He sarcastically mimicked his mom. "`Bedwetters have to take the consequences of their habit, and unfortunately for you that includes spankings, diapers, and no hiding the fact that you require them both.' She said she's sorry for my embarrassment, but that's part of the price I have to pay." "Jeez, sounds like Aunt Evil..." "Exactly. Well, that's where she got it. Anyway, Dean's having about eight kids over, and they can all watch my butt get paddled and diapered if they want. That's a pretty big price if you ask me. I'm already getting all shaky." I knew what he meant. One time I pleaded with my brother Rob not to invite his friends to a sleepover, but he was determined. He said it was his turn. It was a Saturday, so I was to be spared a spanking in front of them, but they were all in the room when the time came to make up a diaper for myself and then get undressed and wait for my mom to come and put it on me.But I couldn't do it. Even though my diapers and other "baby" stuff were right in the open for anyone to see (and of course they all had seen and had their fun checking out my "infant-wear," calendar, and paddle), I just couldn't go near any of it, much less make the move to prepare diapers right in front of them and then get myself ready to be put in them. It was too much. I was increasingly panicky because I knew what would happen, but I was powerless to avert it, even though Rob warned me. My annoyed mother put me down hard on the bed, pulled my pants and underwear off, turned me over, raised my t-shirt up my back, and gave me ten hard smacks with the paddle in front of everyone. All the time I was thinking this can't be happening, but you don't feel such real pain to your butt in a nightmare. I stayed in that position, dying, hiding my face in my hands while she made up the usual combination of a youth Babykins and baby diapers, turned me on my back and powdered and diapered me, then put me in plastic pants while saying how foolish I was for making it so hard on myself. My brother's friends were recovering from their awe of the situation and at having been a bit subdued by my mother's anger, and now I heard snickering, sarcastic comments, and the inevitable playful "baby talk." I wondered if it might actually be possible to die of shame. I had to be around them like that the whole evening and submit to their teasing and cruel comments without being able to look at any of them in the eye, and then have to lie in bed with them all around, reliving my humiliation, terrified that I would wake up in soaking wet diapers and that they would all know it. Of course that's exactly what happened. Being in diapers in front of kids is bad enough, but at least you can feebly deny that you really need them (it's just your mom being mean), not that that gets you very far. But once your diapers are actually soaking wet, there goes your final pathetic excuse along with your last shred of dignity. Anyway, sleepovers are not my favorite thing, even though I don't go to them. The problem is, the odd one comes to me. Now there was something else. My aunt is a "networker"; she's a busy bee, all nervous energy and dumb ideas. Somehow, through the internet or some parents' group, she connected with families of occasional bedwetters and started an informal "community service" that the twins immediately called "Scared Dry." I was to be the example to kids of what could happen if you kept wetting the bed. Kids would be sent to the house or sometimes be accompanied by a parent around seven o'clock as I was prepared for bed. The idea was that the occasional bedwetters would identify with what was happening to me and stop wetting to avoid my fate. Of course it was immediately realized that the lesson would be far more effective if I was "demonstration paddled" before being diapered, and in "fairness" the strokes (only five so far) were to be deducted from my regular weekly spanking. Only one session had happened yet, but I lived with the knowledge that any night I might be used as an example of what can and should happen to a chronic bedwetter. Paul and Damien arrived around ten to seven on Thursday. Paul had insisted on coming alone, Damien was accompanied by his mother who waited in a car outside after consulting Aunt Evil on a cell phone. It was very awkward. They were shy and embarrassed, and of course so was I. But needless to say, Danny and Derek were clearly enjoying themselves. The boys both looked about twelve years old. We went to the twins' and my bedroom, and Aunt Eva pointed out my "baby" stuff while picking up diapers to assemble for me to wear. She silently handed them to Derek, who started putting them together on my bed. He didn't mind at all. I was beside myself with embarrassment. This was bad, worse was to come. "So you're both twelve?" Aunt Eva asked. "Yes," Paul said. "I'm almost thirteen," Damien revealed. "And you still wet the bed," Aunt Eva accused. Both boys turned beet red. "Not very often," said Damien. "Me about twice a month, only," Paul said. "I guess like Johnny here, you guys have to have a noisy plastic sheet on your mattress?" Danny asked. "Yeah." They both looked at the floor. "That's sooo babyish!" Derek said. He was finished my diaper. My aunt set a pair of plastic pants and diaper pins beside it. The kids squirmed uncomfortably. Me too. Auntie picked up the neatly folded diaper and handed it to Damien. "See how thick Johnny's diaper is? Feel how heavy? How would you like to have that between your legs and pinned on with real baby-diaper pins?" She picked one up to demonstrate. "I wouldn't," Damien said. He was near tears. "How would you like to have to wear baby pants like Johnny?" Danny asked. "No," he said. Aunt Eva took the diaper and handed it to Paul, who didn't want to touch it, and took it only reluctantly. "You know, if you have to be put in diapers, sooner or later everyone finds out about it--your friends, kids at school, everybody. Did you ever think about that? Would you like everyone to know you need diapers, and have lots of people see you wearing them too?" "No," they both said. "Everybody knows about this bedwetter," said Derek. "Even little kids call him a baby." "Okay, Johnny, let's show Paul and Damien what it's like to be a big baby. Take your pants and underwear off, please." I reluctantly did as I was told, knowing it would be worse if I showed any resistance. I turned my back to them, but was still acutely aware of being stared at. They saw the signs of my perennial diaper rash. Another good reason to stop. "Bend over, please. Paul, see that wooden paddle hanging there? Could you hand it to me please? Many frequent bedwetters get a regular spanking to remind them that it's not acceptable." As usual the wait for the first stroke was interminable, and humiliation made me start crying before it arrived. I only received five hard smacks, and when it was over and I was being positioned on the diaper, I noticed the two kids were quietly crying also. I guess the lesson was working. Maybe they would even be scared dry. Of course Danny and Derek looked very smug and superior. Danny hung the paddle back on the wall. Auntie powdered me and pulled the diaper up between my legs and pinned it with the blue diaper pins. I felt awful. "Is this what you guys want to look like, dressed in diapers every night?" "No," they bawled. Auntie put me in plastic pants. She pulled them over my ankles to my knees, then stood me up and pulled them up over my diapers. It was a helpless feeling to be a wetter, and just as helpless a feeling to have plastic pants pulled up over your thick diaper that smells of fresh powder. Just like an infant! What now? "Now we'll leave you alone for a few minutes. You can ask Johnny any questions you like," said Aunt Eva. "See you babies later," Derek said. I would have welcomed being put in my sleeper, but was purposely left in just my diapers, plastic pants and t-shirt to bring home to the boys how ridiculous they would look if they persisted in their bedwetting ways. I was totally ashamed to have been spanked and diapered in front of these two young strangers, and didn't know what to say or how to face them while looking like such a baby. There was nothing to say. I started to cry, and as they stared at me and perhaps saw themselves, they cried also. Finally Aunt Eva appeared and told them they could go, and I was put in my sleeper. "It's real good of you to set an example for the younger kids," Derek said later. "You're an inspiration to us all!" Both cousins laughed and laughed. "How did it go?" My own regularly scheduled Friday spanking was relatively uneventful except that Aunt Eva had a friend over. The twins were out, so Auntie carried out my punishment. As usual she did not "spare the rod," and while her friend Joan discreetly stayed out of the room, she certainly would have heard sixteen loud smacks, the sound of a boy crying, and his being told to "stop blubbering like such a baby." Then she saw me in my diapers, in my sleeper. She stared hard. "You'll have to forgive me for gawking, Eva, but I've just never seen such a big boy in diapers before.." "Yes, amazing isn't it? And he just got his butt warmed for it, too." "Yes, I couldn't help overhearing. Poor kid! So he wets every night, does he?" I went and hid, and made a phone call. "So how'd it go for you, Martin?" "It was awful. The little brats watched my butt get paddled then diapered, and then I had to sleep in the same room as them. My mom told them not to tease, but of course they did. I hardly got any sleep, but I still wet. In the morning they smelled me and started teasing all over again. 'Martin wet his diapers! Martin wet his diapers!' I can't take it anymore. I'm running away. Want to come? I'm serious." "Sure!" Just like that. I had had about enough also. The new "Scared Dry" program did it. I was finished being an example. Kids would have to learn to stay dry without my "help." We both had a little money in the bank. The plan was to take a Greyhound to Toronto, where Martin knew someone who could put us up for a few days. We would look for work. We'd get a place. We'd have fun. We'd be free. The plan was admittedly a bit vague, but what we lacked in detail we made up in determination. The next afternoon we met near his house, and by four o'clock we were on the road. As we headed along the Trans-Canada highway through (to us) unfamiliar terrain of eastern British Columbia, we both felt exhilarated. "Bye-bye Vancouver!" I said. "Bye-bye mean Dean!" said Martin. "So long crusty cousins!" I said. "Au revoir pisser paddles." (My cousins' crude coinage.) "Bye-bye diapers!" said Martin a bit loud, and a person across the aisle gave us a curious look.We chatted, ate snacks from our backpacks, and savored our newfound independence. Time quickly passed, and Martin checked his prized Timex Indiglo watch. "Guess which humiliating exercise was happening yesterday at this time, and never will again?" Bye-bye spankings! Bye-bye diapers! Eventually, the monotonous sound and gentle motion of the bus caused us to fall asleep. I slept for quite a while, maybe a few hours, until being roughly shaken by Martin. "Wake up, wake up!" "What's the matter?" "I don't know how to tell you this--I wet my pants! I can't believe it! What am I going to do?" Martin had fallen asleep with his overhead reading lamp on, and it was easy to see that his pants were not just damp, but soaked. I imagined the seat under him was too. Also, there was quite a strong smell, which would only get worse. "Stay calm," I said. "Did you bring a second pair?" "No. I never thought." In fact, his pack contained comics, a Walkman, many tapes, a flashlight, some Ding-Dongs, a banana, and one pair of socks. That was it. "Me either. Maybe you'll just dry. Too bad these windows don't open." "It'll take hours, and I'll stink. I'm sorry, man." "Don't worry. We'll just try to ignore it." We did, but it was hard, and as time passed, the smell got worse and worse, and he didn't seem to be drying. People around us started grumbling, and the guy across the aisle finally stood up. He looked at Martin's pants. Martin tried to cover the wet spot with his hands, but the effort was futile. "I wondered why I heard a big kid saying `bye-bye diapers', but it looks like maybe you should still be in one. You stink, kid." With that, the bus pulled over. The driver must have heard, and came the short distance down the aisle to our seats to investigate. He shone a flashlight on my lap, then Martin's. Now other passengers were looking. "Damn!" the driver said. "Stand up so I can see the damage to the seat." I got up out of his way and stood in the aisle, and Martin stood and followed. His jeans were soaked front and back, and the bus seat looked bad. "We're an hour out of Calgary. You can do what you like, sir, but your wet friend will be getting off there. In the meantime, I'd like him to stay standing." So poor Martin had to stand in the aisle in urine-soaked pants visible to all. There was some tittering nearer the back of the bus, but around us, people seemed ever more irritated by the smell. A lady passenger nearby told Martin he should be ashamed of himself, `A big boy like you...' Martin tried to say he was sorry, but a kid around our age shouted "Quiet, piss-boy, anybody got an extra-large Pampers?" Martin just stared at the floor. "Are you going to stay with me?" he asked quietly. "I wouldn't blame you if..." "Forget it. We're a team. We're bros. Besides, I have a plan." "What about our tickets? Will we lose them?" "No. We'll spend the night in Calgary, then jump another Greyhound tomorrow night. You're allowed to do that. No problem. Frankly, I'm sick of this bus. In fact, it stinks!" My plan was to find a cheap motel that would rent a room to a fifteen-year-old, and I concocted various cover stories about my dad who would be joining me momentarily (he was fixing a flat for a single mom in the parking lot, he was busy administering CPR to an old guy, he was chasing a robber...) but here's the money, and if I could just have the key, I really need to use the washroom... But I needn't have worried. It was late, the young clerk was bored and half-asleep, and here you are, sir, number 207. Sign there. Goodnight. As it was after midnight, I suggested we worry about Martin's wet clothes the next day. We had passed a laundromat just up the street; I would take his stuff tomorrow. I handed him a clean garbage bag from the wastebasket in which to store his jeans and underwear, and he went to have a shower. "Man, that feels so much better," he shouted. He had opened the bathroom door a crack. "But there's no towels. Could you find me something to dry myself with?" I discreetly handed him the bedspread from the large double bed to dry and wrap himself in, and then we ordered a pizza. It came with a complimentary two-liter bottle of orange pop, and we feasted and watched movies on TV. We went to sleep around 3 A.M., Martin still wrapped in the bedspread, me in tee-shirt and underwear. It felt great. We were men. I opened my eyes. The room was light. I happened to be staring at the clock-radio: 10:44. I thought if I just didn't move, there would be no problem. Or maybe there wasn't a problem, but if I stayed perfectly still, I wouldn't have to find out. I closed my eyes again. I could hear Martin breathing deeply, almost a snore. I waited. I fooled myself for as long as I could, then, still on my stomach, I pulled myself up a little and immediately felt the clammy coldness of my underwear and tee-shirt, which I discovered was wet right to my neck. I felt wetness on my thighs and knees. I noticed my pillowcase was wet along the edge under the pillow. Also, in moving I released a fair amount of that familiar, unmistakable odor. Damn! Disaster! This must've been a two-alarmer. I mean I most likely wet more than once. I suspected I often did. I thought I better warn Martin. I reached under the covers to find his shoulder or arm, and was surprised that the wetness was not restricted to a large oval around me, but extended all the way to where he was sleeping. I didn't do all that! "Martin! Martin! Wake up, it's morning!" He stirred. "Good morning," he mumbled. Then his eyes opened wide. "OH, NO!" He was still wrapped in the bedspread, and squirmed around, checking. "OH NO! You're not going to believe this, John!" "No, you're not going to believe it." "I wet the bed!" "We both wet the bed!" I was disappointed, and a little scared. What a mess! "It's all your fault, you dumb enuresis-freak!" I said. I didn't want him to feel bad. "Why'd you let me drink all that pop? Think of the caffeine!" I bonked him with my pillow, and he bonked me back. "What'll we do? We can't run away, I have no clothes," said Martin. "Whaddya mean we? Look, I was going to the laundromat anyway. I'll just do a bigger load. We'll open the window and let the mattress dry. It'll be ok. Good as new. Better, even." It would have been wrong to just leave such a mess. Besides, being new at such things, I had naively put my real name and address on the registration card. I didn't want my mom to get a bill. We had to disguise what we'd done. I took a fast, limited shower, `toweled' my self using scarce dry bits of my tee-shirt, then got dressed, adding my peed underwear and shirt to Martin's things in the plastic bag. I had brought one spare tee-shirt, but no underwear. Good planning. Martin was anxious to have a shower, so I told him I would get everything together and get to the laundromat. Then we would fix up the room, get something to eat, sightsee, and be on the bus on schedule. More or less. I stripped the wet sheets and blankets from the bed. Martin's pillowcase was also damp, so both his and mine went into the pile. The fabric mattress-cover was also very wet, so I added that, noticing plenty of urine had soaked through into the mattress itself, which could take days to dry by the look of it. We couldn't help that. Also, the room had become quite smelly. Well, we weren't expecting visitors, but bedwetters have a strong instinct to conceal, conceal, conceal, and this made me nervous. We had to leave the mattress in the open, which meant so were we. I dropped the plastic clothes-bag into the pile and made a big bundle. Something was missing. The bedspread. I quietly retrieved it from the bathroom while Martin showered, and used it to wrap my bundle, tying its four corners into a neat carrying handle. I left, checking that the `Do Not Disturb' sign was still on the outside handle. The laundromat was only half a block away. It then occurred to me that Martin had been left with absolutely nothing to dry himself, and absolutely nothing to wear. Darn! I better call him. And when was check-out time again? After sighing in relief that the place was even open on a Sunday, I crammed a few machines and then went to the pay phone and called 411. I told the operator the place was called the Shady Something Motel. "Sir, do you know how many `shady' motels there are in Calgary?" We finally worked it out. I eventually got through to room 207. A shaky-voiced Martin answered after a whole bunch of rings. "Uh, hullo?" He was whispering. "Martin, it's me. Sorry you have nothing to wear. I didn't realize. What's check-out time?" "I can't see. I'm afraid to go near the door. Somebody tried to come in. Maybe the maid. She was yelling in Spanish. I tried to yell back at her from the bathroom." "Okay, I have an idea. See the curtains? Not at the front of the room, but on the side. I think they have guns on them, and cowboy hats and boots." "Ok...man it stinks in here." "Take the curtains down and you can wear them like a toga or something. No harm in that. Even dry yourself off a bit, no one'll notice. Check the card on the door, and I'll call you back." The machines spun, and I willed them to go faster. But other wheels were also in motion. I called Martin back. Thanks to his concealing cowboy toga, he was able to creep to the door and tell me that with a bit of luck and a small grace period, we might make it. But he was nervous. He had heard voices outside, suspicious ones, he said. I finally repacked a now clean and warm bundle, added a couple of towels and a baby's plastic crib sheet from the `unclaimed' box (to ingeniously cover up the wet spot on the mattress) and arrived back at the Shady Lane Motel just in time to see a shaky Martin in a ridiculous cowboy toga open the door to two large police officers.His clever use of curtain hooks prevented any indiscreet flapping of the unusual garment. Smart boy, my friend! Apparently, I had been spotted leaving the motel property with what looked suspiciously like motel property. A chambermaid disguised as a Hispanic chambermaid had been sent to 207 to investigate. More suspicion ensued. Police had been called, and a discreet peek through a bare side window had revealed not only that 'things' seemed to be missing, but also a boy who seemed to be wearing nothing but tacky cowboy curtains. And what was that large stain on the mattress? We had a lot of explaining to do. "I'm afraid it's...well, it's urine, sir," I admitted. There was no dispute about that. The smell! Not about to desert my friend at this possible slight turn for the worse, I had explained who I was (sort of), that no theft had taken place, that there might even have been some improvement to some motel items, if not all. "You see, poor Bobby here...well, to be honest, both Bobby and me, I mean Bobby and I, well, we have a slight bedwetting problem, and it happened last night. To both of us. Very embarrassing. Darn pop. Big mess! Really, sir, we know better. We just wanted to clean up. That's all!" "So you're Bobby..." the officer said to Martin. "Um, Dean. Bobby Dean. Robert Dean, that's me." This wasn't going to work. "And you are John Robb?" "John Rob. Two 'b's. John B. Robb Jr., in fact. Quite a mouthful, ha, ha!" I was doing it too. We had absolutely no experience conning the police. We were mere runaways. I couldn't help thinking it was kind of obvious we weren't on our way to an important deep-thinkers' convention. "So why's Bobby here wearing the curtains?" "Well, you see, it's a long story. He sort of fell asleep in his clothes on the bus and wet, then we sort of wet the bed, then there were no towels, and everything else was kind of...wet." Too late I thought I could at least have left out the saturated Greyhound. "And smelly." "Very smelly," Bobby-Martin Dean offered. "Very, very smelly." "Just like your story." Darn! I knew it wouldn't work. "We'll continue this talk downtown." At least they let Martin get properly dressed first, and then I was allowed to put on my underwear, with a cop outside the bathroom door listening for signs of possible escape. (See how soon you go from 'police officer' to 'cop' when you find yourself on the other side of the law.) At the cop station, they didn't even bother to separate us, and our 'story' still crumbled within the first fifteen seconds. "So what's the 'B' stand for, John?" "Um, the 'B'?" "In your name." "Um, Bob." I was nervous. It was all I could think of, what can I say? "So this is Bobby Dean, and you are John Bob Robb Jr., is that right?" "Yes. Very unusual. My Granddad must've been from the South. Did I mention he was a war-hero?" They told us it might even be a record. We told them everything they wanted to know, and they seemed satisfied that no crime had been committed. It was a great consolation to learn that we wouldn't be charged with felony-bedwetting. "Now you're not being charged with anything," Officer Monk said, "but you are minors, you are runaways, missing person reports have now been filed. We're going to have to do some more checking, talk to your folks, and arrange escorted transport back to Vancouver. All this takes time, and as you're both considered a high risk for flight, you'll be held at YDC. Could take a few days." "What's a YDC?" naive Martin asked. I think he was relieved not to be Bobby anymore, and I was happy not to be J. Bob Robb. All that lying and deception when you're not used to it can wear you out. "Youth Detention Center. Don't worry, they'll treat you good." Well, who was lying now? After a polite goodbye from our arresting officers, we were escorted to the place in the back of a police car. Our sightseeing in Calgary was limited to what we could see during a short five-minute drive from the copshop to YDC. Not much. From the outside, the building looked like a modern jail. A squat two stories spread out over half a block, red brick, narrow escape-proof windows, imposing solid-looking steel doors. In some places, fences surrounded a main wall on three sides, with razor-wire along the top. We were nervous. "What do you think?" Martin asked. I think he was trying to gauge how scared I was. "Not good," I said. "Let's be careful." We were led up to a main entrance, and as we got there, a buzzer sounded, and the cop opened the door. He was carrying a binder. Our case files. Inside the room was a protected office with an upper wall of thick plexiglass. From inside, our guide was directed to a solid side door which buzzed as we approached. The door slammed behind us, and now we were in a more normal-looking office with a counter and a guy waiting behind it. A gloomy, oppressive feeling began to take hold, or maybe take over. The cop handed our files to the official, who looked to be in his mid-twenties. "Ah," he said, looking over the files. "The famous runaway bedwetters. Thank you, Officer. We'll take it from here." "Have a nice day," he said, maybe to all of us, and left with a slam. "Okay, you follow a few simple rules, you should be ok," the guy said. He wasn't going to introduce himself. Ok. Should be ok? "No swearing, no fighting, no smoking, no drugs, of course. No talking after lights out. You don't talk back to staff. You do what you're told, when you're told. Got it?" "Got it." He gave us a look. I guess he liked to be called 'sir'. Too bad. He pressed a button. "Stay standing." In case we put lice in the furniture. A 'staff' (they didn't like to be called guards) came to escort us to Unit 6, which would be our temporary Alberta home. His name was Gil, and he looked mean and sly. He looked like he knew ways to hurt you. Indeed, de-lousing is the first step in these places, and once on the unit, we were ushered into the washroom which had open showers on two sides, a row of toilet stalls along a third (no doors), and frosted windows along the fourth. In the middle was an island containing two rows of sinks with mirrors. "Take your clothes off, leave them on the floor, and wait. And no talking." He was also in his twenties, and casually dressed. He left. "What do you think so far?" I asked Martin. We were nervously, shyly getting our clothes off. "Well, I'm not crazy about the ambience overall, and the bad acoustics are already starting to get on my nerves. And am I mistaken, or is that a diaper-pail in the corner?" Oh, no! It was! "Listen, we have to be careful," I whispered. I'd read about places like this. Anything can happen. The guy came back with shampoo and a couple of towels. Towels! We were instructed to stand under two adjacent showers after he turned on and adjusted the water. Then he squirted a bit of bug shampoo onto our heads and instructed us to lather vigorously and rinse. The stuff smelled. Both of us were very modest in front of others (and each other), and this was painful and awkward and dehumanizing, but that's what these places do without even trying. He handed us each a towel, we dried off, wrapped the towels around us, and followed him down the hallway to the dormitory. There were two rows of seven beds each along facing walls. There were no dividers for privacy between the beds. Each numbered 'sleep station' consisted of a small single bed, a small dresser with a toiletries bag on top, and a towel rack with a towel and face cloth. No reading lamp, no clock, nothing personal. When we got to our beds, 13 and 14, ('I want 14,' I imagined myself saying. 'No, I called it first,' Martin said. 'Sir, did you happen to know that Martin here is a bedwetter?') at first I was shocked to see that the unmade mattresses were covered by thick translucent plastic covers. But then I noticed that another unmade one further down the row also had one, and one or two badly made beds suggested that they probably all did for government-mandated hygienic purposes. I felt a little better. We were all in the same boat. On each of our beds had been laid out a standard inmate uniform consisting of blue pants and a matching blue tunic, a pair of boxer shorts, and a pair of soft-soled slippers. "Put those on," said Gil. A man of few words. We did as we were told as our guard stood by impassively. The uniforms fit ok, they weren't even that ugly. But they still identified who you were. Nothing was said about Martin's watch, which surprised me. I guessed watches were allowed. They showed you how slowly time passes in a place like this. We were urged out of the dorm, and Gil locked the door behind us. It had a narrow plexiglass window in it, all scratched and distorted from the inside. We passed the washrooms, the entrance where we had first come in, then a dining area about the size of the dorm. We would learn that main meals were prepared in a central kitchen and delivered to units (sometimes much later) in steam-boxes that left most food soggy and tasteless. On the right was a small infirmary with an examination table and a couple of beds, and straight ahead was the main living area. We entered, and were met by eleven sets of staring eyes from various locations. The kids were all dressed like us, and seemed to vary in age from about eighteen right down to one skinny kid who appeared about twelve. A TV was belching cartoons for some of them, while others played Ping-Pong (I had expected to see the proverbial pool-table, but there was none. Weapons! Weapons! Any furniture not secured to the floor was made of foam). Some played card or board games, and there was a noisy Nintendo playstation in one corner. Others just sat around. The group seemed to represent an ethnic cross-section of society. There were two Native Indians, an East Indian, a kid who looked Asian, one who was Black.The rest were White, but almost all had that tight look that comes of material and emotional deprivation, of being kicked around a little too much. You wanted to watch yourself. At the far end of the room was the office. It had a secure door and plexiglass windows, and was strictly off-limits to inmates. The stereo and TV were controlled from there, the kids constantly watched. Also included in this area were three small tile-floored bare cells with solid-steel doors (with a tiny window the only access to outside, and that could be papered over from the office side) where inmates could be kept in only their underwear for days for the slightest infraction, real or imagined. `Gil' disappeared inside the office. Martin and I sat nervously on covered foam chairs. The whole place had an aura of neglect and decrepitude. The carpet was threadbare and torn and stained, the walls were drab institutional greens with narrow windows that hardly admitted light, the furniture, such as it was, was in shoddy condition, and the whole place smelled. The overall effect was one of oppression and claustrophobia, and I had a bad feeling. I wanted to be out of there. "What you guys in for?" It was the Hispanic guy. We learned his name was Garcia. "Nothing. We just ran away. Got caught," Martin said. "That's not what I heard." There was slight menace in the voice. He looked around seventeen, lean, lithe, strong, mean. Kids were taking an interest. Someone else approached. "I'm Patrick. I stabbed a guy. See him? That's Dwayne. Conked his dad with a baseball bat. Deep coma. See little Roy over there? He's twelve. Burnt down his school. We all done bad things, been here a long time, gonna stay a long time. We heard you guys are here...cause you wet your bed!" Intense derisive laughter erupted, causing the staff member who was with Gil in the office to look up. Rule number one in detention: There are no secrets. There is no such thing as confidentiality. There is no privacy. There is no expectation of decency. "See, we don't like bedwetters," Garcia said. "We don't like associating with babies. You guys always get sent to Unit 6, and we all get a bad name, not to mention the smell. Other units make fun of us cause of guys like you. Not to our face, though. Roy here, he's a bedwetter, but he's just a kid. He lights fires, that's cool. You guys could pee `em out!" More laughter. "That's ok. We got ways to deal wit you." It seemed that for practical reasons wetters were assigned to the same unit. That was not its primary function of course, and at any given time it might house only one or two or a few at most. But because of the policy, all other units were `dry'. So it was easy to pick on 6, which was known as `Enuresix', amongst other things. Naturally this did not go over well with unit members who didn't wet, and who were just trying to get by in a tough environment. But this was my worst fear. To be exposed as a helpless bedwetter amongst a group of tough kids whose pride is contingent on never showing or admitting to weakness of any sort! Well enuresis happens to be the greatest weakness known to Boy! In surveys schoolkids have been asked to name the greatest humiliation which could befall them; the most common answer? `Wetting my pants in class'! Now we'd be sleeping with the `class' and they all know beforehand that you'll wet your bed! This was turning out to be an overall adventure not quite as excellent as I had originally hoped. Meanwhile, I couldn't help wondering about Roy. He looked like a sweet kid. Was there a correlation between fire-starting and bedwetting, or was that merely a myth perpetrated by authorities to discourage firebugs? I personally have no special attraction for matches or Bic lighters; the one time I got carried away involved lighting and smoking cigarette after cigarette with Martin, and we ended up puking for hours. During supper (pork chops, mashed potatoes, soggy cabbage) Martin and I sat with Roy, and got to know him a little. We ignored jokes and comments about bedwetters sticking (and stinking) together. It was hard to tell if any of it bothered him or not. He was 12 Ѕ, and had already set too many fires to count, including his school and a BMW belonging to one of his mother's many boyfriends. Apparently his mom was something of a boozer and druggie, and in spite of extravagant promises, more or less always forgot about him. His older sister had long since disappeared to the streets of downtown Calgary. Same old story. He was fascinated by Martin's watch (maybe `cause it can glow), and it didn't surprise me when Martin took it off and handed to the kid. That's Martin. "You can borrow it. Put it on." "Really? For how long?" "For as long as we're here. I don't really need to know the time in this dump." Roy said had never worn a watch before. Something was bothering me, and I had to get it off my mind one way or another. Since our `secret' was out, I had a curious feeling almost of being stared at with no clothes on. I felt exposed, afraid, but there was something else. Almost as if these kids knew something they weren't saying. Something bad. "Roy, can I ask you something?" I kept my voice low. "In this place, um, if you wet your bed, do they make you wear diapers?" There. I asked. He nodded his head yes. I thought so when I saw the diaper pail in the washroom. Darn! "The kids go for their showers at 8. We go to the infirmary for diapers. Usually the staff has another staff or a kid for a witness so you can't say he abused you. We get our shower in the morning." "That's at 8 P.M.? What time is lights out?" "9:15. We're locked in the dorm at 9. It's kinda bad `cause our pants won't fit over the diapers, and they don't give us pj's here." That's what I was afraid of. That explained the `Just you wait and see' sneers. After supper we spent another grueling hour in the noisy living area. Martin and I tried our best to keep our heads down, but comments came our way regardless. We were getting more and more nervous. "Hey babies, it's almost D-Hour!" "At least you guys will be company for Baby Roy." Gil and the other staff came out of the office. "Ok boys, time to hit the showers. No funny stuff--Ross will be supervising. Bedwetters come with me. Oh and Caesar Garcia, will you give me a hand?" Boys sniggered openly at our pathetic parade to the infirmary to be diapered like infants. "Ok Roy the boy, you're first. You two--pants and underwear off." He went to a closet and took out a box, placing it on a table. He took out three thick diapers and three thick liners, and put those on the table. As we sheepishly undressed, Garcia grinned at us. "Don't worry, we're gonna keep you dry tonight. Outside, anyway." Gil put an insert inside a diaper and placed both on the exam couch. The diapers and inserts were clean, but looked old and well used. Frayed. He sprinkled powder on the diaper. I was in a stupor, but was still surprised they'd bother to use baby powder in a place like this. It had a very strong, almost bitter smell, and I wondered if maybe it was some kind of product designed for institutions, maybe to lessen the smell of urine. Roy climbed up on the table, and Gil positioned him on the diaper, then pulled it up between his skinny legs. He fastened either side with a diaper clip, as I suppose pins could be used as weapons. Then Gil took some plastic pants from the box and helped Roy push his feet through the openings. Then he pulled them up. The pants were made of a thick but pliable plastic, like that of the sheets on our beds. They were very generously cut, wide in the crotch and reached well past the belly-button. Again I thought `institution'. Roy was ready. He just seemed resigned. He climbed down, and I noticed his pants made a lot of noise. And you could see his diapers through them, and the clips. I hated that. "When I started here I never thought I'd be changing diapers on 12 and 15 year olds, I can tell you that!" Gil said. "I can do these two," Caesar Garcia offered. "Sure." "You!" he ordered me. "Up on the table!" It was happening again. Here I was, naked from the waist down, helpless, inevitably destined for diapers, but I couldn't move. I knew it would be best to get it over with, but it was like the panic you can feel when a teacher calls on you and you freeze. My body felt frozen, and my mind was stuck in slow motion. I could see the concerned and scared look on Martin's face. But I could not move. "Bedwetter Club Initiation?" `Ok. But do this guy first." "You!" he said. "On the table." Martin complied. It was still slow motion. Gil's little crony got a diaper ready, slipped it under Martin, who seemed to be in depressed shock, used the smelly powder, used clips, put plastic pants on him. "Well at least when I have kids of my own, I'll know what to do," said Garcia. "Ok, you two babies go and tell Sol and Jared that I want them. Then you come back." He meant Martin. I felt sorry for Martin, forced to go off in his diapers to be ridiculed by the other kids. The boys made noise as they walked. "You stand here and wait." He meant me. "Do you know what's going to happen now?" I didn't answer. I had my back to him. He must have reached into the box and retrieved a flexible rubber strap that was there. He hit me hard on the butt with it. "That's what!" He hit me again, and it stung like mad. "I can't be here for this. Call me when it's over, and don't go crazy," Gil said.Show 'em who's boss! I could imagine the sheer arbitrariness of the punishments, which were in fact often meted out solely for the perverted pleasure of the guards or warden. A boy would be stripped naked from the waist down (I could imagine the loneliness of it, the sense of utter abandonment to brutality), and bound wrists and feet in a tight bending position over a table. His shirt would be pulled over his head to prevent his seeing who actually delivered the beating, and then he would be 'spanked' with a strap or wooden paddle. As if more cruelty were needed, usually the boy would not be informed as to how many strokes he would receive, and be left to try as he might not to cry out (as pride required) or more likely to wail and beg for mercy which rarely was granted. As often as not the kid ended up in the infirmary or hospital, sometimes for weeks. The barbaric practice was officially outlawed as such in the 60's, but I realized that these are dark places, immune to scrutiny, where anything can happen. The guards didn't spank kids anymore. Now they used proxies. It was an 'initiation'. Boys being boys. Or: What were those welts on Johnny's butt? The kid's a bedwetter--he gets diaper rash. "Do up his ankles." Acutely aware of my lower body nakedness, I stared straight ahead as I felt a hand grab my ankle and force it to the left. I looked down to see that there was a leather cuff attached to the bottom of the examination table. I hadn't noticed it earlier. You wouldn't. There was another one three feet to the right. Sal or Jared put my left ankle in the cuff and did it up as you would a belt. Then he did the right one. Of course I had been spanked before, but I had never in my life been bound in any way. I was just made to cooperate on threat of prolonging the spanking, and I naively wondered why it was different now. "Stretch him across." The kid who hadn't done my ankles now came to the opposite side of the exam table and pulled me down so that my stomach touched the cold soft surface of the table. Leather cuffs attached to straps lay on the floor and were fastened to the bottom of the table, and one by one he attached them to my wrists, then adjusted the straps so tight I couldn't move an inch. My head was actually lower than the level of the table, and I was very aware of my butt being in the air. I heard the sound of plastic pants and realized it must be Martin returning. I was sorry he had to see me like this. "Hey you. Diaperboy. Go tell the kids to come and see." I heard Martin leave again. I felt the cool rubber strap touch me. He was playing with me. It was always awful waiting to be spanked, but never worse than this. Fear and humiliation got to me, and I began to cry. "That's ok, crybaby. In a minute you'll have something to really cry about." I heard the room filling up. One of the kids asked Martin if he had already been spanked. "Maybe tomorrow," Caesar said. With the first stroke I knew why they tied you down. Otherwise you'd run away, you'd fight, you'd do anything to avoid that strap. I struggled, but I just couldn't move. I thought of brave kids who just kept quiet, but I couldn't. I cried out and bawled like crazy. I lost count of how many times he hit me. I thought I was going to faint. I wished I would. Martin later told me I got fifteen strokes. The room was pretty quiet except for me and the sound of the strap on my butt. Then it was over, and I was eventually released, still crying. "Show's over," someone said. Not quite. "Wait, I want you to see him get his diapers on," Caesar said. "I think he'll cooperate this time. But if not..." I did, even with everyone watching and making comments about what a 'baby' I was. Then I was 'free' to go. Back in the lounge I tried sitting, but it was impossible because my bum was so sore. Gil was amused by my quickly getting to my feet. "Successful initiation, Mr. Garcia?" "Totally, sir! He won't be sitting for awhile." I had to stand up. Martin stood with me. (Roy sat quietly watching TV.) We walked around the room in nothing but our inmate tunics and diapers clearly visible through our noisy plastic pants, objects of ridicule and mockery the whole time. We were almost glad to be locked into the dorm. There was one incident in which a kid claimed he was going to put Martin over his knee and spank him on his diapers, but nothing came of it. I would have punched him if he tried. I woke up with a stinging butt not knowing where I was, and then it all came flooding back. Detention, spanking, diapers. Oh no! I think the strap must've broken my skin in places, and when I wet the urine got in the cuts and was burning. I had to lay on my stomach, and was facing Martin. I could see, because they left a light burning all night so that the security camera mounted on the wall could pick up any movement. His eyes opened. "What are you doing hanging around with these idiots, you big baby?" I said. "I'm freakin' wet," he said. "Me too," I answered. "And it's killing me." We talked all the rest of the night, then fell asleep just as it was getting light. A rude bell went off, and a staff member unlocked the door and entered the dorm. "Everybody up!" He ordered. I was reluctant to get up because of the wet diapers. Martin too. But we couldn't risk the ire of this new staff person, so we got to our feet. My butt was still very sore. I could see yellow through Martin's plastic pants, and I was sure I showed yellow too. We had slept in our jail shirts, which did little to hide the diapers. "You stink." It was Charlie, an Indian guy. He was here with Bobby, his younger brother. Apparently a group-home worker had slapped Bobby in the face, and the boys had ripped the house apart--walls, ceilings, plumbing, carpets, appliances--trashed. Then they cut her brake lines, and she ended up in hospital. "You guys sure stink." He was right. Between us we emitted a powerful odor. So the powder wasn't for that. Maybe it was just used as part of the humiliating diapering process. Or to prevent diaper rash. "Hey guys, Baby Roy wet his diapers again!" someone said from the other end of the room. Roy was quietly staring at the floor. "These guys too," Charlie announced. "Ok boys, hit the washroom and get ready for breakfast," the staff member ordered. "Babies, wait here." Once again we were the subject of taunts and jibes as boys dressed, grabbed their toiletry kits and headed out. "How's your wet butt this morning?" Caesar asked, loud enough for everyone to hear. He spanked me lightly on my plastic pants, to laughter. "It hurts," I answered truthfully. "Next time I'll give you more," he said. He was showing off, but I believed him. Once the boys went to breakfast, we were instructed to go and shower. We were told to deposit wet diapers, plastic pants, and diaper clips in the diaper pail in the washroom, and that we could pick up our pants and underwear from the infirmary later. We set out with towels and toiletry kits to do as we were told. As the three of us walked down the hallway in our ridiculous wet diapers, hoping not to meet anyone, I plotted escape. "I'm sure we could find some way to bust out of here," I said to Martin. "Why? I love it here. I'm going to ask if I can stay forever!" This was Martin's sick sense of humor. Then, as if we were on our way to the hot-tub in some resort, he flicked his towel at me. I twisted out of the way, and the towel hit the wall--right on top of a fire-alarm handle. The towel was old and frayed, and a thread must've got caught on the handle, which was missing its little glass barrier. The alarm started ringing. I instinctively put the handle back, but it kept on ringing. Staff came running. "Out of the building!" "But we have no pants...It's a mistake!" "Now!" We were directed out a side door into a large fenced yard which was already filling up with kids who were streaming out of several doors. The center had six units. If there were fourteen beds in the others as there was in ours, that made a potential total of almost 90 kids to stare and make fun of us in our shameful wet diapers. Martin had lost his towel, but Roy and I still had ours to try and hide behind. They weren't very big, and it was obvious what all three of us were wearing. We tried to stick to the far end of the yard away from the main crowd, but soon we were surrounded by laughing, jeering boys, making the odd familiar Unit six face seem almost friendly by comparison. Our towels were roughly snatched away. I hoped we wouldn't get beaten up, but staff members seemed to be keeping some order. "Look guys--it's the boys of Unit Enuresix!" "Look--you can even tell their diapers are wet!" I didn't know about the others, but I had wet mine again out of pure fear and embarrassment. Someone started a chant, which was picked up: "Ba-bee! Ba-bee! Ba-bee!" We had to stand there and just take it while staring hard at the ground. We had tears in our eyes. A sidewalk ran down one side of the fence, and a mom with two kids passed by. The kids looked about eight and ten. The older one looked at me, puzzled. "Mom, how come those boys are wearing diapers?" "I don't know, Christopher. Maybe they're retarded children," she suggested. "Don't stare." This brought renewed laughter from those in earshot. "They're not retarded, Christopher," a kid from another unit said. "They're just bedwetters from Unit Enuresix!" Finally a false alarm was declared and we were able to go and get cleaned up. The incident did not endear us to our peers on the unit (who at least never knew who pulled the alarm), and I feared that their anger and hurt pride at being lumped in with bedwetters and laughed at could turn out badly for us. Above all I feared another spanking. In the meantime it felt really good to be wearing underwear and pants again. I felt almost like a 'big boy'.The three of us stuck together and tried to keep out of everyone's way as the stifling boring day went by, so it took a while to realize that our fellow inmates had developed a strategy to use against us (if Roy hadn't chosen to hang with us, he probably would've been excepted; it was impossible not to like him). They would shun us. No talking, no sharing, no passing the salt at lunch. We were officially beneath their contempt, not even worthy of their insults. If you looked at someone, they would turn their back. If you asked a question, it went unanswered. A door might be shut in your face as if you didn't exist. All this suited me fine. That evening we were sent by Gil to the infirmary to undress and wait to be diapered. To my surprise, when he showed up, he was assisted by a young staff-in-training ('Gary' seemed to be about nineteen) who actually did the diapering; Roy, then Martin, then a very cooperative if embarrassed myself. The strap was nowhere to be seen, although seeing my marked butt, Gary asked if I had been spanked. "Of course not," Gil said. "You know we're not allowed to spank. Besides, why would we need to? Look how compliant he is!" They laughed. Even if they weren't speaking to us, it was still hard being in diapers in front of the other boys, and their looks of derision spoke volumes and made us feel ashamed. I was happy to finally be able to 'hide' in my bed, and in the morning all three of us were wet again. We were regarded with the same quiet ridicule, and I realized it was effective--I almost felt like I deserved to be in diapers, to be spanked. I felt like apologizing. I felt more infantile than I ever had. Later that day we were informed that we were to be escorted home. We would be flying to Vancouver with a guy from the sheriff's department and be turned over to the RCMP at Vancouver airport and then be driven to our homes. There was just one little catch. Before changing into our own clothing, Gary informed us that because of our wetting history (it was all on file!) the sheriff's department had requested that we be put in diapers for the trip. So instead of our underwear, which went into our backpacks, we were put in size small Attends disposable diapers. It was only my second time wearing a disposable diaper during the day, and Martin never had. We were terrified that everyone would know--the noise they made was certainly awesome. Just before we were due to be picked up, we crinkled into the lounge to say goodbye to Roy. He seemed sorry to see us go. "Don't worry, once we're gone, they'll be nice to you," I said. "We'll miss you," Martin said. "Here's your watch back. Thanks a lot," Roy said, unbuckling the Timex. "Nope. You keep that," Martin said. "I want you to have it. But do me a favor. No more fires, ok?" "Ok. I'm out of matches anyway." We laughed, shook hands, promised to write. 'Steve' from the sheriff's department arrived. "These guys are in Pampers, right?" In spite of that, we enjoyed our flight, and arrived at the airport to a band and lots of balloons. That they were for someone else didn't really matter. Soon we were re-united with our so-called loved ones.

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A Day At The Beach

"Are you guys having a good time?" Danielle inquired, looking up from her book. The two guys grinned. "Yes..." the first guy, Daniel from Accounting, sighed. Of course, this wasn't the first of Danielle's "events" which Daniel had attended. "Yeah...it was a great idea to have a company beach party..." agreed his pal from the sales department. All the while, neither man took his eyes off the volleyball game that was in progress just a few feet away. The sight was almost comical. On one team, there were ten players. On the other side of the net stood Terri, the company slut, alone. As they watched, Terri desperately raced to save a ball that had gone at least ten feet over her head. As she ran, one of her gargantuan silicone breasts popped out of her bikini for the tenth time. She dove for the ball, but missed it entirely. In embarrassment, the blonde stuffed her breast back into the too-small bikini top, although she knew it was no use. With her breast enhancement, Terri was a 36-triple D. The string bikini top she was wearing was one of Danielle's old ones—a 34-B. (Before the company party, Terri had begged Danielle for the "privilege" of wearing the swimsuit.) The young office slut realized that her fate was inevitable. Danielle had made the rules for the volleyball game quite clear. The first team to 15 points would be the winner. The loser would have to service the winners (Danielle had strongly emphasized the plural here, as Terri had stood there falling out of her swimsuit, fake bimbo smile painted on her face as usual). There were no "out of bounds" lines on Terri's side of the net. In other words, the postgame agenda would consist of Terri being used and abused by ten men. And they were well on their way to this goal...the men led by a 7-1 score. FOOF!!!! Terri's wallowing in self-pity was abruptly interrupted by the volleyball smacking into her face...another point against Terri. "Ummmm...sorry...." The apology came from the guy who had hit the ball to her. Mark, she believed his name was. A new guy at the company, who obviously hadn't yet been taught that Terri the company whore existed solely for the pleasure of others, and that there was no need to meekly apologize for humiliating the hell out of her. Even now, as Terri watched bitterly, several of Mark's more seasoned co-workers were pointing these facts to him. As she bent over to retrieve the ball (taking care to bend at the waist, always at the waist, in accordance with Danielle's "rules") her boob again popped out of her top. Without bothering to put it back in, she scooped up the ball and sent it back over the net....where it struck Mark on the head. Mark didn't even notice—he was busy staring at Terri's chest. This was unbelievable! he thought to himself. At my last company, some guy got fired just for looking at a female secretary for too long...but...this is UNREAL!!!! On the other side of the net, Terri was thinking to herself as well. Getting set for the next volley, she deliberately didn't tuck her breast back into her bikini. And when the ball came over the net, she hit it back in Mark's direction. Again, she caught him in the middle of a daydream and the ball ricocheted harmlessly off his shoulder. Terri's turn to serve...still she left herself exposed. She surveyed the other team, searching for an opponent who was busy drooling over her tit meat instead of concentrating on the game. This wasn't hard to find, as practically the entire guys' team couldn't tear their eyes off Terri's triple D chest. And the young blonde slut took advantage, easily scoring a point. Terri scored five consecutive points, and was even foolishly beginning to hope that she might manage to avoid a gang-rape, before Danielle realized what was going on. She stood. "Terri...come here," she demanded sternly. Trembling, Terri walked over to Danielle, who swept her gaze over the blonde pet's chest. "Terri, Terri, Terri. There's just no depth to which you won't sink, is there? Look at how you'll use your body to get what you want. No different from a two-bit whore." Terri kept silent. "I, personally, don't think it's fair. Showing off those beauties just to distract the other team." Danielle was practically bubbling with mirth. This was a very bad sign for Terri. "I don't think it's very fair...do you?" Terri honestly didn't think it was any less fair than ten against one. But she simply shook her head. Danielle was grinning wickedly. "Well...then we need to do something to even up the odds, don't we?? We wouldn't want Terri to have an unfair advantage, now would we?" In Danielle-speak, this translated to Terri as "we need to do something to make this astronomically unfair and hopeless for our dumb blonde bimbo, don't we?" and "We wouldn't want Terri to have even a slim chance of avoiding being abused and humiliated, would we?" Then Danielle told Terri what was expected of her. Resigned to her fate, eyes downcast, boobs hanging out of her bikini top (Danielle had graciously pulled the other one out), Terri picked up the ball with one hand. Per Danielle's instructions, she slipped her other hand beneath the fabric of her swimsuit and began playing with her cunt. Terri's serve bounced harmlessly into the net. With it, a golden opportunity was wasted, as all ten of her opponents were focused upon the scantily clad, bare-breasted blonde frigging herself. "Faster," Danielle whispered from behind her. Terri methodically finger-fucked herself as all the players watched. Finally, one of the guys managed to put his tongue back in his mouth long enough to serve the volleyball. Terri tried to backpedal to meet the ball, but it was just too awkward, given what she was doing with her other hand. She stumbled, managing only to deflect the ball backward, thus giving up a point. "Faster....harder!" Danielle insisted from somewhere behind her. The hapless blonde increased her tempo accordingly. The other team had collected the ball and now served it to Terri, who flailed desperately at it. She missed badly.... "Make yourself cum..." Her boss' instructions left no margin for doubt. And Terri knew from past experience that Danielle would accept no imitations. She began rubbing her clit in a circular motion with her thumb, while two fingers slid in and out of her cunt. Eager to follow Danielle's instructions, she concentrated on blocking out everything and everyone around her. Furiously she fingered herself. The volleyball game was completely forgotten as the men watched the blonde masturbating. It was difficult to get aroused in the midst of such a degrading, humiliating situation, but Terri had become an expert at doing just that. Her fingers were able to find and stimulate just the right spots. "Mmmmmmmm..." the blonde sighed as she fell to her knees. "Ohhhhhhhhh..." She threw her head back as she peaked. "OhhhhhhhhGAWWWWWWD....OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...MMMMMMFF!" Terri was abruptly cut off in mid-scream by a 7" cock being jammed into her open mouth. Then she felt hands all over her body....on her breasts, on her legs, fingering her pussy. The strong hands picked her up and laid her down on the sand... then the long procession of hard cocks began taking turns with her mouth, pussy and ass... tears of shame pouring down her face as she orgasmed again and again.

Collections/xthewofliex/sp16.txt

Raped Virgin Cheerleader

"Suck my cock, Jamie," the boy in the uniform commanded, slapping Jamie's beautiful, tear-stained face with his fat, slimy cock. "Suck some military cock, you trashy, cheerleading slut!" Jamie was bent over like an animal in the middle of the mob of boys. It seemed to the dazed young cheerleader that every boy attending Rener's Military Academy must be gathered around her. They were mauling her tender young body through her tight, blue and gold cheerleading uniform. They grabbed at her breasts and slapped her ass and pinched her long, lean legs. Boys knelt on her forearms and calves, hurting her terribly and keeping her pinned in her degrading position. It was more than the innocent sophomore cheerleader could stand, and she cried out in pain and protest as the boys manhandled her sexy young body. Moments before, she had been walking home from her school, Eastport, across the campus of the military academy. It was the same way she walked home every day after cheerleading practice. Now a crowd of at least fifty boys had pulled her into the narrow space between two buildings, forced her down on her hands and knees, and were taking liberties with her sexy body that no boy had ever taken before. Jamie began to cry, sensing that she was not going to escape from these boys unscathed. "There you go, cheer-tramp!" The ring-leader, a senior cadet named Gary, pushed his cock through the oval ring of Jamie's lips the moment she opened her mouth to cry. "Suck that cock, you trashy slut! Just like you do with all those wimps at Eastport." Jamie gagged, howling with revulsion as Gary's fat cock stretched her lips and pushed her jaws wide apart. She tried to jerk her head away, but the boys held her so tightly that she could barely move a muscle. There was nothing Jamie could do as Gary pushed his fat, filthy cock over her tongue and into the warm, wet cavity of her mouth. "Look at the silly little bitch take cock!" Gary shouted happily, pulling Jamie's head forward by her ears and pumping his hips at her face as though he was fucking a cunt instead of a mouth. "She loves it! I told you guys that all these Eastport cunts were nothing but slutty whores!" Gary gritted his teeth with pleasure as he held Jamie's head in place and spitted her beautiful face on the long, fat length of his prick. Her lips were stretched obscenely around the huge girth of his cock. Her throat worked convulsively in a vain, desperate effort to expel the inches of wrist-thick fuck-rod he was pushing down her gullet. Gary drove relentlessly forward, feeding her all ten inches of his massive prick. By the time his balls were draped over her pretty chin, Jamie was gagging and thrashing wildly. Her face was turning white with shock. "None of those little Eastport assholes have pricks like that, do they, Jamie-slut?" Pat Funt, another of the senior cadets asked. He was tall and blond and good-looking, and as he spoke, he flopped out a rock-hard cock that was every bit as long as Gary's. "And you're never going to forget the fucking I'm going to give you with this big baby!" Pat and Gary winked at each other as Pat dropped to his knees behind the bowed, beautiful cheerleader. They glanced at a couple of the other boys who had been in on the original plan to nab and train the sexy little slut. So far the plan was working perfectly. Ever since school had started in the fall, Jamie Shields had been swinging her hot little ass across the Academy's campus. She always wore the tightest, sexiest clothes, never wore bras, and swung her ass as though she wanted to give every boy in the school the world's biggest hard-on. Next week the Academy was going to Eastport in a big football game, and that had given Gary, Pat and a few others the excuse they had needed to jump her sexy ass and make her pay for all the teasing she'd been doing. There wasn't a single dog among the Eastport cheerleaders, but the beautiful sophomore was easily the pick of the litter. Jamie had the most beautiful face most of the boys at the Academy had ever seen. Her eyes were huge almonds, her cheeks so high and perfect that she could have been a fashion model. Her lips were so full and sensual that every boy Gary had talked to admitted that his fondest dream was to stick his cock between them. Jamie had a perfect, coltish teenage body. Her legs were her best feature. Her thighs were full and creamy and finely muscled. Her calves were perfectly turned, perfectly shaped. Even her ankles and feet were flawless. But if Jamie's legs were her best feature, her ass wasn't far behind. Jamie was a very thin girl, but her ass was a mound of firm, creamy flesh. It swept out beautifully from the long, shapely pillars of her legs, then swept back in to a waist that was long and narrow. Jamie's breasts weren't huge, but for a girl as slender as she was, they were bigger than average. But the size of Jamie's breasts wasn't what was remarkable about them. Their shape was. Jamie's breasts were perfect, upthrust cones. They stood out from her chest like firm little torpedoes, so perky that they seemed to beg to be taken into a man's hand or mouth, to be crushed together around a hard-thrusting cock. Her nipples were pink, always erect and over an inch long. Now she was trapped on her hands and knees in a space no more than six feet wide. Her black hair was disheveled. Her cheerleading sweater was pulled up under her arms, baring her long, lean torso and her pert breasts. There were boys pushing their knees into her forearms and calves, making her tremble with agony. There was a huge cock spitting her face, stretching her lips wide. Jamie squirmed and twisted frantically against the boys who held her, writhing in a hopeless, sexy escape attempt. She was gagging and gasping for breath. Her face was pale and she was crying her eyes out. She was still the hottest-looking bitch any of the boys had ever seen. "That's it, Jamie-whore," Pat said, flipping her short cheerleading skirt up over her creamy haunches and then ripping off her panties. "Keep shaking that sexy little ass and you'll be fucking fine before you know it." Jamie screamed around the throat-clogging girth of Gary's huge prick when she felt the first pressure of Pat's cock-head against the pink lips of her pussy. She thrashed like a madwoman, almost throwing off the boys who crushed her arms and legs to the ground. She arched her back and swung her lush ass in every direction, but there was nothing she could do to escape Pat's big cock. Finally, he pounded his fist into the small of her back so hard that for an instant Jamie was paralyzed. And in that moment, Pat fucked his fat cock inside her. "I'm a virgin!" Jamie screamed around the fat sausage of Gary's cock. "Please don't-oh no! Oh no! Oh no! What are you doing!" Pat closed his eyes against the pleasure of Jamie's super tight, super hot cunt. His cock was bigger than the tiny pink mouth of her pussy, and as he pushed his fat cock-head inside her petal-like cunt-lips they stretched almost to the point of tearing. Jamie was a tall girl, but her cunt was tiny, virginal. Pat had fucked no more than three inches of his cock into Jamie's tiny cunt when he hit the fleshy wall of her cherry. It didn't stop him. Jamie stopped thrashing when Pat tore her cherry to shreds. At first it felt as though it was stretching. Then it gave way with a rush, and something hot and wet filled Jamie's tiny cunt. When she realized it was her virgin blood, she almost passed out. Jamie had denied nice boys who really liked her, determined to save herself for the man she was going to marry. Now her virginity had been ripped away in a back alley by a vicious military cadet. Pat dug his strong hands into Jamie's silky hips and fucked his cock in. It was like fucking a hot, greasy latex glove. Jamie might be trembling like an injured deer, her fine muscles drawn tight as bow strings, her creamy skin dotted with gooseflesh and her beautiful face pale as if she were dying, but her cunt was reacting as though it loved everything his big cock was doing to it. Pat backed out a couple inches and thrust into her again, stretching the tight elastic walls of her pussy. Jamie gasped and shivered as though she were dying. Pat rabbit-fucked her with short, hard strokes until her tight, tiny pussy was taking every inch he had to give. Gary was fucking her mouth with just as much vigor as Pat was fucking her cunt. He bludgeoned his fat prick back and forth through the restrictive tunnel of her throat, delighting in the way her gagging made it constrict around the fat stalk. Jamie's mouth was filled with spit, and her saliva ran back down Gary's long, hard fuck-pole in sparkling rivers. She was swallowing convulsively in a vain attempt to clear her mouth of the spit, and every time she did, her tongue rubbed over the sensitive underside of Gary's cock. He knew that he was going to cum very soon. "Lick it, trashy bitch!" he shouted, pulling back until his huge, spit-slicked cock-head was resting against Jamie's lush lips. "Lick that big ugly prick! Lick it and kiss it and make it spit all over your nasty little face!Jamie gasped for air, gasped with pain, too, each time Pat's rock-hard cock fucked inside her tiny cunt. She looked up at Gary with a sick despair, hoping that he wouldn't make her take so active a part in her own desecration. Her mouth was already chalky with the cool, slimy taste of his fuck-lube. The taste of pre-cum, and the fleshy, bland taste of his cock were already making it a struggle for her to keep from vomiting. "Get to it, Jamie-slut," he said with a smirk when he saw her pleading stare, "or I'm going to smash up that trampy face until it's not so pretty anymore." Gary smashed his fists down on top of Jamie's head to prove that he was serious. He beat her until she was weaving from side to side, dizzy and almost unconscious from the repeated blows. Jamie wished she could pass out to escape the brutal fucking Pat was giving her and the disgusting task of licking and kissing Gary's cock. But after a dozen blows, Gary stopped hitting her and slapped his heavy, spit-soaked cock back against her cheek. "You ready to kiss it now, you little slut?" another of the boys asked her. Jamie thought his name was Wayne. He was pulling on her long, still nipples until she thought he was going to tear them off her body. "Come on, baby whore, stick out your pretty pink tongue and lick all over that big, fat cock-head!" Jamie cried uncontrollably, but she stuck her tongue out between her full lips and brushed it over the blood-red, slimy head of Gary's prick. Gary moaned with pleasure as Jamie licked up the cool, sticky pre-cum from around his piss slit. He angled his cock so that it crossed the bridge of Jamie's nose, and when the trembling beauty ran her tongue over the underside of his cock, he almost came. "Kiss it, Jamie-bitch," he said, plopping his fat cock-head right against her lips. "Give it a French kiss, you dirty little cheerleader slut!" Jamie ran her tongue all over the bulging cock-head, then pursed her sexy lips and gave the fat crown a lingering wet kiss. She teased her tongue over the deep cleft of Gary's piss slit, tasting his fuck-lube as it leaked from the tiny hole. And as she kissed the fat head, she sucked on it gently, applying suction to just the tip of the jerking prick. "Where'd you learn how to do that, you dirty cunt?" Gary asked, twisting his hands in Jamie's silky hair and pressing her face into his crotch. "Such a dirty little slut. I'm going to cum all over your slutty little face. Who wants next shot at the tramp's scummy little mouth?" A moment later, Jamie felt the first hot, slimy blast of jism against her full, pouting lips. Cum spurted into her mouth, painting her soft pink tongue a dirty shade of silver. Cum frosted her lips like lipstick. Cum dripped down from her chin in long, stringy strands. "All right, Gary!" Pat shouted, and he fucked Jamie more brutally than ever, swinging his hips from side to side to plunge his savaging cock into her from different angles. "Get ready for some more, you sleazy little cock-tease! I'm going to cream your stuck-up little cunt!" Gary gushed cum against Jamie's lips, filling her mouth and soiling her beautiful face. His cock was jerking wildly with each powerful discharge, and on the third blast, it jerked up and away from her lips. Jamie recoiled in shame and disgust as Gary's cum-spewing cock sprayed fuck-slime right up her nose. The next blast glued Jamie's right eye shut and left fat globs of cum hanging from her long, dark lashes. Cum drooled down her cheeks and rolled down the sides of her nose. Jamie coughed on the jism that had shot up her nose, and half her mouthful of cum poured out between her moistly parted lips. "Dirty slut!" Pat cried gleefully. He leaned down over Jamie's bowed back and pounded his cock into her. "Dirty, sleazy, slimy cunt! That's all you've ever been, Jamie! And now you're going to learn your fucking place!" Jamie grunted with each brutal jab of Pat's long cock. He was wrecking her tiny cunt, ripping through the ragged remnants of her cherry and stretching the tiny pocket of her pussy until it tore with the strain. Her cunt was filled with blood and pussy-cream, as her inexperienced young body tried desperately to cope with the massive cock that was rutting inside her. Pat stirred the broth with every grinding, powerful thrust, crushing Jamie's slim young body beneath his brutally humping frame. "I'm going to shoot!" Pat screamed, grabbing Jamie's pert tits and smashing them flat against her chest. He looped his powerful legs around her silky thighs and pounded her svelte young body with short, brutal fuck-strokes. "The cheerleader slut's got the world's tightest fucking pussy! I'm going to wet it down with its first cum shower!" Jamie's lean, sultry body buckled with Pat's weight and the overwhelming assault of his rapid fucking. Her face slid down over the stalk of Gary's cock, and his last drops of jism left silver stains in her dark, lustrous hair. Gary wiped his cock clean in her hair, and as soon as he moved away, another boy dropped down in front of her to take his place. "No!" Jamie screamed, shaking her head as the boy pulled her up by her hair. "Please pull out! Pat, please, I'll do anything, but please don't cum inside my pussy! Please don't make me have a baby!" Jamie had dreamed about the day she would give up her cherry to the man she married. Already that dream was shattered, pierced and ruined by Pat's long, spearing cock. Now he was going to cum and pollute her pristine body with his filthy cock-slime. The boys had violated her at both ends already, and now Pat was going to contaminate her with his slimy, disgusting fuck-filth. He was going to squirt billions of his sperm up inside her, and any one of them could make her pregnant. "Fuck on it, Jamie!" Pat shouted, gnawing on the back of her neck until he drew blood, pulling and smashing her tits until they were almost numb with pain. "Roll some sweet jism around in your dirty little pussy!" Pat fucked her faster and harder yet, his muscular ass a blur as he rocked her slim, sexy frame with savage fuck-strokes. His cock was moving no more than a few inches back and forth inside her battered cunt, and the friction he was getting from her stretched, skin-tight cunt was bringing his cum boiling up from his balls. "You love it, Jamie!" he gasped, hugging her svelte young body so tight against his own that the beautiful cheerleader could barely breathe. "You're nothing but a cock-loving slut! Cunts like you, they need fucking and hurting! Then they cum and cum and cum! You're getting excited now, Jamie-whore! I can feel it inside your scummy little cunt!" Jamie screamed in disgust at Pat's words, then screamed in horror as his jism exploded inside her tiny, grasping cunt. Her pussy felt rubbed raw by the rapid friction of his long prick. She could feel his jism squirting up inside her womb. She felt as though she had been polluted with some deadly toxic waste. Pat's jism was so hot and slimy that Jamie's sleek young body shook with disgust. Her cunt felt like a sponge, soaking up every drop of Pat's horrible fuck filth. Jamie cried in revulsion, wishing desperately that there was some way she could stop her pussy from drinking down his tainted seed. Hoping against hope that it would not make a baby up inside her. But hope disappeared when she realized that there were more boys waiting to squirt her full of sperm, and that there was nothing she could do to stop the fact she was soon going to be swimming in sperm. But suddenly she was trembling with another feeling. Her clit had been rubbed too hard for too long for Jamie not to feel something. Burning pleasure spiked through her brutalized cunt as Pat's bubbling-hot jism filled her up. Jamie couldn't keep her sweet young ass from jerking back against Pat's hard-thrusting cock. She couldn't stop her pale pink pussy-lips from quivering around the thick, thrusting stalk of rock-hard fuck-flesh. A glut of sticky pussy-cream rolled down her trembling, luscious thighs. The pleasure was so sudden and unexpected that before Jamie could stop herself, she was gasping with lust and bucking her hips from side to side in a frenzied bump and grind. "The cheerleader slut's getting off!" one of the boys shouted. Jamie glanced around and saw dozens of leering, lusting faces-and dozens of hard, dripping cocks. The boy who had taken Gary's place jerked her face around and rubbed his leaking cock all over her pert nose and full lips. Jamie's beautiful face was already plastered with jism, and she barely noticed the new coat of fuck-lube the boy was laying on. His cock wasn't half the size of Gary's, and when he stuffed his prick-head between her lips, Jamie sucked him to the roots with ease. She even squirmed her lips around the crinkled bag of his balls, almost popping one inside her mouth alongside the boy's cock. Pat's hard stomach slapped against her lush ass with loud smacking noises. Boys gathered around, making lewd comments about the way Jamie's sexy, creamy ass, and long, lean thighs shuddered the impact. They mocked her for bucking back against Pat's brutal fuck-lunges. They laughed at the gooey mix of blood and cum and cunt-cream that soaked Pat's cock, that dripped from the wide-stretched lips of Jamie's steaming pussy. Pat pulled out of Jamie's cunt and almost ran around to her face. The other boy pulled his cock out of her mouth so that Pat could plunge his sloppy prick between Jamie's open lips. Five inches of Pat's tacky cock were inside her mouth before the dazed beauty knew what was happening. She gagged then, and tried to pull her mouth off the filthy, disgusting spear of flesh, but it was far too late.Pat plunged his cock all the way down Jamie's tight little throat, choking her, filling her mouth with the gooey mix of blood, pussy juice, and jism that coated his prick. Another boy dropped to his knees behind her, plunging his seven-inch cock fully into Jamie's rapidly shrinking pussy in one, swift, sure stroke. Jamie sagged forward, gasping with pain. Suddenly the taste of Pat's cock didn't seem so awful. She sucked it lovingly. The knowledge that his prick was soaked with her virgin blood and pussy-slime still made Jamie's stomach roil with disgust, but the renewed friction against her wriggling clit fogged her head and made her sweet young body burn with passion. She licked and sucked every drop of flick-filth off his huge, throat-clogging prick. And then the other boy was back, and Jamie lathered his cock with her pink tongue and squirmed her lips up and down his skinny cock-shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to his thin, stiff cock. She washed his prick with her spit, swirling her slobber into a tiny whirlpool around the hard rod of his cock. Jamie bucked and twisted against the boy who was flicking her cunt. His cock was nowhere near as big as Pat's, and he was far less expert in its use, but Jamie was on fire now, and she squeezed her battered pussy against the plunging shaft while she swung her ass in a sexy wringing motion. "She loves it," one of the boys shouted. He jerked one of Jamie's hands out from under her, and she almost fell. Another boy did the same on her other side, and Jamie had to crouch back on her knees and bounce against the cock that was fucking her pussy. "The dirty little whore loves getting gang-banged! She's getting off thinking about taking us all on!" "She's got the slutty little body to do it," the other boy said. They clamped Jamie's delicate, long-fingered hands around their throbbing cocks. "With that creamy ass and those sexy little tits, she could turn on a corpse!" "And we've got the cocks," the boy fucking her said, groaning with delight as she bounced up and down on his stiff prick. "Two hundred big, hard pricks, all waiting to fuck the shit out of a prick-teasing Eastport gutter-slut." Jamie moaned with shame and passion as the boys talked about her and cursed her and fucked her helpless, beautiful body. She felt degraded beyond measure by the way her body was responding to the boys' brutal gang-fuck. But she was also squirming with sexual excitement, and she was nearing the first orgasm of her life. Just as certain as she was that she would soon have a baby up inside her, she was also certain that she was soon going to be cumming while they raped her. She was totally helpless to stop either thing from happening. CHAPTER TWO The two boys Jamie was beating off and the one she was sucking came at almost the same instant. The boys she was masturbating edged forward on their knees so they could hose down her beautiful face with the their gluey fuckslime. Jamie passively swallowed the cum the third boy was pumping down her throat, almost savoring the taste of jism as it rolled over her waiting tongue. Her ravaged, innocent cunt felt as though it was being pierced with a hot iron, but her clit was buzzing and her crotch was sticky with pussy-cream. She gagged at the meaty taste of cock and the salty, slimy, hot taste of cum, but she washed it around her mouth and smacked her lips on it as though she had never tasted anything more delicious. She wanted to cringe back away from the wet slapping of jism on her face, but she also rubbed the cocks that were plastering her all over her cheeks and chin and nose. The brutal, degrading gang-bang was shattering her sexy body and innocent mind with its pain and humiliation. But it was also turning her on. By the time the three boys pulled away, Jamie's face was dripping with dirty jism. It washed down over her cheeks and dribbled from the point of her chin. Spit-tainted jism drooled from the corners of Jamie's sexy mouth. Jism streaked her hair and crossed her forehead and rolled down her throat in sticky rivers. "Cumming!" the boy fucking his cock up her cunt moaned, locking his hands around Jamie's narrow waist and yanking her back on his jerking cock. He filled her up with his cock-slime. "The little bitch is tight! The little bitch is hot! Fucking cunt is making me cum!" Jamie shrieked with pain and pleasure as her tiny pussy filled up with fuck-cream. The jism seemed to boil all the way up inside her stomach. Her cunt-lips contracted wildly around the base of his thrusting prick, and her clit vibrated as a tiny orgasm crested inside her. "Oh!" Jamie gasped, her beautiful, cum-stained face wide-eyed and dreamy with pleasure. "Oh! Oh, what are you doing to me? Please! No! Please, I can't be... No! Please! Oh God! I don't want to like... No! It's awful, it's wrong! OOOHHHHH!" "The slut's getting off," a boy said, dropping to his knees in front of her and pulling her face up by twin handfuls of her hair. "This cheerleader's as hot as a firecracker! Fuck, she's having more fun than we are!" Jamie moaned with pleasure and shame at the boy's scornful words. A moment later he reduced her cries to muffled whimpers by shoving the fat head of his stubby cock between her cum-stained lips. More boys dropped down on either side of her, lifting her jism-slick hands and fitting them around their hard cocks. Jamie jerked and sucked without having to be told. She knew what she was supposed to do. Suddenly her face was yanked off the cock she was sucking and twisted painfully back around over her shoulder. A new boy was kneeling behind her, and the ravaged cheerleader cried out in fear when she saw him. It was David Huntz, the biggest, meanest boy at the Academy. He had asked Jamie out before, even put his huge, rough hands on her sexy ass and pert young tits. Jamie had been terrified of him for months. Now he was kneeling between her legs, and her vulnerable cunt was just inches from the head of his massive, foot-long cock. "Do you like it, Jamie?" Dave asked, waving his big cock around behind her. "You know you're a whore, Jamie. Stuck-up little high-class cheerleader, and here you are getting off while a bunch of guys fuck you in an alley. Back in the old days armies had camp whores, and that's just what you are now." Dave grabbed Jamie's asscheeks and pulled them wide apart, revealing the tiny pink bud of her asshole. The sight of it almost hypnotized him. If her cunt was tighter than most girl's assholes, then how tight would her shitter be? Dave decided he was going to find out. "Fuckers!" Jamie muttered, staring back over her shoulder like a surly brat. "I don't care what you do to me, I still hate you! And Eastport's still going to kick your asses this week!" "You might hate us," David said with a small, mean grin, "but you like getting fucked, and like getting hurt. And that means you're going to just love this." "Noooooo!" Jamie wailed when she felt the gigantic head of Dave's cock press against the tiny bud of her asshole. "No, you've got the wrong hole! No, Dave, no!" Jamie thrashed in terror at the thought of Dave's monstrous cock splitting her tiny shitter open. She bucked like a wild, unbroken filly, arching her back and twisting her supple, slender body. There was no way she could escape the punishing advance of Dave's huge cock against her tight virgin asshole. Boys rushed in to help the big cadet. They grabbed Jamie's ankles and calves and thighs, lifting her knees from the ground and stretching her legs out so far to her sides that the terrified young beauty thought she was going to be broken apart like a wishbone. They wrapped arms around her slender torso to keep her from twisting free and fought for the right to grab vicious, nail-digging handholds on her proud, bouncy tits. They jerked her arms out straight to either side, three boys holding each arm. Boys held her by her shoulders, throat, ears and hair. Jamie was held off the ground, unable to move in any way. Five or six boys helped Dave by pulling Jamie's asscheeks wide apart. They pulled so hard on the creamy half moons that Jamie thought they were going to tear her asscheeks apart. She cried out at the pain, tears coursing down through the tacky jism that crusted her beautiful face. The boys just laughed at her pitiful pleading. The boys Jamie had been sucking and beating off crowded back around her face, smearing their dripping, rock-hard cocks all over her cheeks, nose, lips, and chin. Other boys were rubbing their cocks over her long, sexy legs. Boys were even dragging their slimy pricks over her slender arms and ribs. The very worst assault was the one Dave was committing on her tiny shitter. Jamie couldn't move at all. Her ass was spread as far apart as it would go, but Dave wasn't using a drop of lubrication, and even if he had, his massive cock was far too big for Jamie's tiny, virgin shitchute. The tiny mouth of her asshole resisted desperately against the invasion of Dave's huge cock-head, but slowly the tiny ring of muscle began to give way. "Love it, don't you, Jamie?" Dave hissed, paddling her ass with one hand while he guided his monstrous cock into her tiny shitter with the other. "Now you're not a virgin anywhere, you hot-assed little cunt. Tell us how much you fucking love it." "Slow!" Jamie cried desperately, her big eyes alight with pain and fear. "Please, slow! Easy, Dave! Please! I'll try to make it good for you, Dave! Just please, please go slow!" The boys laughed at her, called her filthy names and bragged about the way they were fucking the stuck-up little Eastport beauty queen. A cock jerked against the small of her back, and Jamie cringed as ropes of burning jism striped her spine.Another boy lost his load against her arm, soaking the crook of her elbow with slimy fuck-juice. Jamie pleaded with the big cadet who was fucking her asshole, her begging punctuated by pain-filled screams as the tiny rings of muscle inside her asshole gave way and tore loose under the inhuman assault they were being subjected to. Jamie almost passed out when Dave's gigantic prick-head popped fully inside her asshole. It felt as though she were shitting out a baseball bat. But this baseball bat was impossibly, horribly, being shoved inside her, not sliding out! A boy lost his load against her face, and Jamie almost welcomed the sticky slide of jism over her nose and cheeks. Anything that could take her attention off the unnatural impalement of her young body seemed like relief to the pain-drenched cheerleader. Jism dripped from the tip of her nose and rolled into her mouth. The boy smacked her elegant face with his cock as he fouled her features. The cock-beating hurt, but it was nothing compared to what was happening to her tiny shitter. "Now you're going to get it!" Dave gasped, locking his huge hands around her shapely hips. "Get ready for a ride, bitch! I hope I don't mess you up too bad!" "Slow!" Jamie cried, squirming against the brutal handholds of almost fifty boys. "Please, Dave! Slow! Please, slow!" He didn't go slow. The boys were chanting for Dave to fuck her, to do his huge-cocked, brutal best to ruin her tiny shit-chute. Dave grinned and nodded, then stabbed his big prick deep into the tiny tunnel of Jamie's shitter. It was like nothing Jamie had ever felt before. Dave's huge cock tore her tiny asshole apart. Inch after inch of hugely thick fuck-meat plunged up her tight asshole, tearing loose her ass muscles, spreading the tiny chute wider than it had ever been meant to go. It felt to Jamie as though a new hole were being drilled in her body. Her shitter was tearing and the sharp agony of her asshole being split sent lightning bolts of agony shooting up her back and down her long, slender legs. She broke into a sweat even though the day was cold, and she twisted madly against the grips of the boys who were holding her. Dave clenched his eyes shut against the exquisite pleasure Jamie's tiny, constricted shitter was giving him. Her asshole was so tight and so hot that he was already close to cumming. He plunged his cock into her little shitter until his heavy balls smacked against the pink lips of her pussy. By the time he pulled back out, it took every bit of control he had to keep from blowing his load inside her. Jamie gasped for air like a fish out of water, her body trembling and slick with sweat as Dave buried a foot of arm-thick cock up her tiny, torn shitter. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. Pain flared up her spine and through her stomach and down her creamy soft inner thighs. A boy splashed her face with his gooey jism, but Jamie didn't even flinch. Every bit of her awareness was concentrated on her spread shitter, and the huge cock that was making it burst at its seams. The boys screamed and cheered when Dave pulled his cock back out of Jamie's wounded asshole. His prick was smeared with shit and dripping with blood. He laughed along with the others and fucked it back inside her. "Slow!" she cried hopelessly, her voice almost inaudible over her ragged gasping. "Dave, please, slow! Go slow-ahhhhhh! Slow!" "Hurts, doesn't it?" Dave asked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he stabbed his ruining cock through the tatters of Jamie's asshole. "But you still like it, you stuck-up, cheerleading slut! Cunts like you spend their whole fucking lives waiting for some man to put you to work doing what you were fucking made for!" "Hurts, Dave!" Jamie moaned in a tiny voice. "Hurts bad! Please go easy! Please slow down!" Dave laughed and fucked Jamie even harder, thrusting his cock through her tattered shitter like a hard-striking piston. The wet tug and pull of her asshole on his enormous cock was pulling him quickly toward orgasm, but he was too excited to slow down. Jamie's shitter was damp with blood and sweat and fuck-lube, and the added lubrication made the fucking easier and more enjoyable for the big cadet. Things weren't getting any easier for Jamie, though. Every thrust of Dave's cock into her shredded asshole felt like the running of a white-hot poker through her tender body. She could hear the wet plunging noises that were coming from her asshole with every stroke of Dave's massive cock, and she knew that he had torn her open. Even the terrifying knowledge that she'd been fucked bloody on his huge cock was nothing compared to the continued pain of having his prick fuck deep inside her bowels. Jamie's lean, sinuous body writhed in the hands that held her above the floor. Her big brown eyes were glazed, and her mouth hung limply open. Boys pelted her face with their jism, and it drooled down over her perfect features in a shifting wave of dirty white. Her sexy, rounded asscheeks flexed against the hands that held them spread wide, and her asshole dilated and relaxed around the jabbing stalk of Dave's big cock. Her creamy white skin was bathed in glistening sweat. Every muscle in her lean, sexy body trembled. She was being overwhelmed by the ass-fuck, and she was starting to lose control of her body. "Dave!" she cried breathlessly, feeling the fist-sized head of his cock reach almost to her chest with every punishing thrust. "Cum inside me, Dave! Please cum! Hurting me bad, Dave! You're hurting me so bad!" "You love it, gutter-slut!" Dave growled, fucking her shitter with his cock, making her sexy asscheeks bounce with every ruining thrust. "You're the kind of whore who'll love everything we do to you." Jamie whimpered with shame and pain-because Dave was right. She felt paralyzed from the cock-torture Dave was giving her, but her cunt was still twitching and bubbling, and even her torn, bloody ass was starting to feel hot and itchy with the slide of Dave's prick. Her injured asshole began to twist and tug on Dave's hard ramming cock. Contracting her shitter around his monstrous cock made the pain a thousand times worse, but Jamie couldn't stop it. "Drop the whore!" Dave bellowed, pounding his fist so powerfully into the small of Jamie's back that the world spun around her. "I'm cumming!" The other boys released Jamie, letting her fall to the hard ground. Dave followed her down, pinning her to the ground with his cock. He dug his hands under her and closed his fists around her pert, pretty tits. Then he used her tits for handles, pulling her back against his brutalizing cock in perfect tempo with his powerful fuck-thrusts. Jamie couldn't beg Dave anymore. She couldn't scream. All she could do was lie passively beneath him. She was hardly conscious at all, cock-beaten almost to the point of insensibility. Dave pulled her against him by her perky tits, then pushed her back with his ass-savaging fuck-strokes. Jamie twitched and trembled beneath him, her sexy, supple body bathed in sweat. Another orgasm made her cunt leak and twitch, but the only outward sign was a long, dreamy moan and a slight rippling of her hips. And then Dave filled her shit-chute with jism. Jamie screamed, but her voice was so weak that the boys made fun of her. She squirmed, but she was like a fly caught in a web. Dave's jism burning into her torn asshole like liquid fire. Jamie felt more dirty, more degraded than she ever had as he administered a fuck-slime enema. When Dave pulled his huge cock from Jamie's wrecked shitter, cum and blood began to pour out of the torn, stretched hole. The boys laughed and made jokes, and Jamie trembled in pain, fear, and shame. When Dave came around to her face and showed her his cock, she cried at the bloody, shit-streaked mess she saw. But when he rubbed it over her face, cleaning his cock, another tiny orgasm rippled through her. This time her hips bounced off the ground, her sexy ass wiggling up invitingly at the boys. Cum dripped from her cunt and asshole. More drooled from her parted lips. Blood drooled from her cunt, asshole, and mouth, too. The next boy who reached her turned her over onto her back before he slid his long, skinny cock inside her cunt. He grabbed Jamie's long, sexy legs and forced them up until they rested on the floor on either side of her head. Boys knelt beside her on both sides and took turns spearing their fat cocks into her open mouth. The innocent young beauty was taking on three boys at once again, and everywhere she looked there were more lusting boys waiting to be serviced, more hard, dripping cocks waiting to pump their loads into and onto her sultry little body. The boy fucking her cunt smashed her pert tits together and sucked on both her long, stiff nipples at the same time. He bit the spiky nubs of flesh until Jamie thought he was going to tear them off. At the same time he was drumming his long cock inside her sloppy, twice-fucked cunt. Jamie whined in pain as he rabbit-fucked the little cunt-hole, but before long she was urging her ass up off the floor to meet his rapid stroking. The boys kneeling beside her turned her head in first one direction and then the other. Spit mixed with pre-cum slopped down over Jamie's tacky cheeks as the boys took turns spearing their cocks into her wet, warm mouth. When one of the boys had his cock out of her mouth he would drag it all over her pretty, scummy face, rubbing the spit and pre-cum and drying jism into a frothy paste on her features. Jamie let them use her mouth anyway they wanted to. She was too tired to fight them. Jamie realized that she was going to have to satisfy the lust of every boy at the Academy.She didn't think she could survive the task, but just the thought of trying mixed an unwanted burst of lust in with her fear and pain and shame. The boy fucking her cunt was the first to cum, and he shot a load that filled Jamiee's drenched pussy to the brim. Blast after blast of gooey, hot jism exploded inside her tiny, ravaged cunt, and Jamie grunted at the force with which it exploded inside her. The boy stuffed almost one whole tit inside his mouth while he soaked her pussy, biting down on the tender, creamy flesh and jerking his head from side to side until Jamie shook with pain. The boy on her left side was the first of the two guys she was sucking to cum. The other boy didn't seem to want to be left behind, and he jerked his cock like a madman until he was spurting too. Jamie's already-dirtied face all but disappeared under a blizzard of jism. It filled her open mouth and trickled into her ears and made her long, straight nose look like a ski slope. More boys fucked her while she was on her back. At one time Jamie was servicing seven boys at once, a cock buried in her cunt, three boys surrounding her face, two hard cocks filling her hands, and a boy straddling her chest, fucking his cock between her firm, creamy tits. It was the boy fucking her tits who made Jamie cum. There was something about the way his hard, hot cock slid between her crushed tits that seemed incredibly sexy. When his fuck-lube slicked down the soft tunnel of her cleavage, Jamie couldn't keep herself from trembling with desire. And when his cock started spitting cum, striping the crease between her tits with gluey lines of white, a powerful climax shook the sexy cheerleader's sultry young body. The thought that a man could cum just touching her pretty tits was too much for the dark-haired beauty to stand. By the time twenty more boys had fucked her mouth and cunt and ass and tits, Jamie was barely conscious. Sometimes it seemed to her that she must be dreaming everything that was happening. But when Gary had the cadets force her to squat and ride cocks, Jamie knew how terribly real everything was that was happening to her. Jamie had already been fucked to the point of exhaustion. Squatting like a catcher, being forced to bounce up and down on the stiff, spearing cock of a boy lying comfortably beneath her, was almost more than she could stand. The boy's cock seemed to stab even deeper inside her in her new position, and the tired muscles in her long, sexy legs burned with pain at every grinding bounce she executed on the stiff pole of fuck-flesh. Boys circled around her, sticking their cocks into her scummy, pretty face. While Jamie bounced on the cock in her cunt, three more cocks took turns probing her tight throat and two more hot, slimy pricks filled her hands. Jism rained down on her from the boys who stood around her. It splattered her face, tits, and shoulders, and ran down her flawless back and flat, shuddering belly in greasy white rivers. Boys shot their cum in her hair and onto her trembling, overworked legs. Boys shot their cum into her waiting mouth until Jamie couldn't swallow anymore, and it bubbled back out over her lips in a sheet of silvery stickiness. The boy fucking her cunt came, showering her drenched pussy with another load of jism. The boy who took his place fucked his cock up her ravaged little asshole. Jamie jiggled and convulsed in agony as she rode the boy's hard cock. An endless supply of hard-cocked boys marched up to take their turns sticking their cocks down her throat and into her hands. Before long Jamie's fingers were webbed together with cum and her mouth was coated with gummy, drying jism. Jamie wasn't certain what was happening when two boys wiggled underneath her. There were four cocks poking over her dirty face, two more in her hands, and three more wrapped in her shining black hair, so she didn't have much chance to see what they were doing. She knew instantly, though, when she felt the hard push of their pricks up against her asshole and pussy. Jamie cried, her tears making tracks through the deep coat of cum the boys had painted her with. She didn't beg, though, knowing that the boys wouldn't care what she wanted. She was nothing more than an animal to them, a beautiful fuck toy to satisfy any perverted desire they might have. As far as the boys were concerned, she only existed for their pleasure. Her only purpose was to service their cocks and take their abuse. And after the long afternoon of brutal mob rape, Jamie was beginning to wonder if they might not be right. The two cocks tore through her body like a single, huge cock. Jamie felt as though her two battered fuck-holes were being torn open, turned into one big cavity at the bottom of her sexy body. She felt stuffed full of cock. She could feel the two cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall of flesh that separated her cunt from her asshole. It was that friction that made the svelte young beauty squirm with pleasure, that made her gyrate her hips and bounce her ass with more energy than she thought she had left. After the two boys filled her sodden fuck-holes with their cum, Jamie toppled onto her side. The boys tried to get her back up, but the muscles in her long, sexy legs were so knotted that she couldn't even stand. There were still boys with hard cocks, though, and so they took turns fucking her as she drifted through a daze of lust and pain. Jamie was double-fucked five more times as she lay on her side. Five more boys fucked her throat, laughing and joking at the way her lips blubbered around their thick fuck-meat and their cum slid from her slack mouth. A couple more boys fucked her tits, and other boys jacked off all over her svelte body. By the time they were finished, they had fucked the beautiful cheerleader unconscious. "Gather around her," Gary said at last, as the gorgeous young girl twitched and whimpered in a pool of cum. "Time to wake the hot-assed little tramp up and get down to business." While the boys lined up around Jamie's limp, sultry body, Gary watched her with satisfaction. Cum slithered from her wide-spread asshole and cunt. Clotted, drying jism slipped from her open mouth. Her slender, sexy body was stained with so much cum that she looked as though she had been painted in dirty silver. Her cunt was red and swollen, her nipples so hard and dark that they looked like raspberries. Her tits and lips were swollen with lust, and her cunt and shitter flexed and quivered even empty of thrusting cock. Her hips continued to gyrate in random, sexy movements. "Gentlemen," Pat said with a grin, winking at Gary, "start your engines." The first row of boys started pissing on Jamie. CHAPTER THREE Jamie came awake drowning. At first she thought the boys had decided to throw her in Luce Park Lake and kill her. She flapped her arms and legs frantically, trying to swim to safety. Then she realized what was really happening, and she wished they had just drowned her. They were pissing on her. Twenty boys were standing around her in a circle, and there were dozens more holding their cocks in their hands, waiting for their turns. The streams of piss were hitting her everywhere. They splashed over her tits, forming a quickly rushing piss river through her silky cleavage. They soaked her hair, matting her lustrous black tresses flat against her head. They tattooed her between the quivering lips of her pussy, filling her cunt more full of burning piss than it had been of jism. Gummy clots of cum washed out of her pussy. Piss splashed into the crack of her ass, burning the stretched, torn mouth of her pulverized shitter. Piss filled the tiny cup of her navel and made the creamy skin of her leg and flanks and stomach sparkle wetly. Boys pissed on her hands and feet and arms and neck. Every inch of her gorgeous young body was soaked with piss. But the worst was the piss that hit her in her face. Jamie gagged on the mouthfuls of piss that gushed into her open mouth. Her eyes burned at the piss that splashed into her eyes. She couldn't even draw a breath because of the piss that flowed up her nose. At least ten of the boys who surrounded her were aiming their streams of piss at her beautiful, upturned face. Their combined streams of piss hit the gorgeous cheerleader with the force of a firehose blast. The piss quickly washed away the crusted cum that painted the teenager's sexy young body. As the second rank of boys stepped up to take their turns, Jamie's lean, sinuous body was clean of jism and glistening with piss. She looked like a sexy water nymph, soaking wet from the sea. Only the awful smell and the look of sickened humiliation on Jamie's face would have revealed that she was being drenched in piss, not water. Jamie could barely comprehend what was happening to her. They were pissing on her, pissing on her like she was nothing but a filthy toilet, an open sewer, a fucked-out whore who would let her customers do anything for a twenty dollar fee. The boys pissing on her showed Jamie what they really thought of her, what she really represented to them. Then her cunt began to get hot. "Stop!" she gasped, still gagging on the piss that flooded into her open mouth. "Stop it, you lousy bastards! You can't do this to me! I'll get you all!" "Shut up, slut!" Gary shouted, and suddenly he pounced on her, wrapping her piss-soaked hair in his powerful hands and slamming her head against the ground. "Open up your mouth, you hot-assed little cunt! Open up your mouth, cheerleader, I'm going to piss down your cocksucking throat!" He pounded Jamie's head into the piss-muddied ground a dozen times, making the world tilt wildly and dark spots dance in front of Jamie's eyes. Then he stuffed his cock between her swollen lips and started hosing his piss down her throat."You've got a lot of things to learn, Jamie slut!" Gary growled, filling her stomach with his burning piss. "They teach us tactics in our school, and they teach us about how to break the enemy! You're the fucking enemy, bitch, and we're going to use your slutty little ass in our plans! We're going to win that fucking football game this week, and you're fucking going to help us! Understand?" Jamie nodded her head frantically, choking on the strong stream of piss Gary was squirting down her throat. For some reason her battered pussy was squirming and her clit was buzzing with excitement. Without warning, Pat plunged his cock inside the tiny, swollen mouth and started pissing. A climax ripped its way through Jamie's sleek young body, making her thrash and tremble. "We're going to break your pissy little ass," Pat said with a smirk, emptying his bladder inside Jamie's tortured pussy. "And then we're going to train you to do a little job for us. We can't brain-wash you, because an air-headed cheerleading slut like you probably doesn't have a brain, so we're going to pussy-wash you instead!" Jamie choked on piss. Piss sizzled its way into her torn, wounded pussy. Then Dave dropped onto the ground and fucked his huge cock up her shitter. When he started pissing up her asshole, Jamie nearly went out of her mind. "We're going to fuck you up so bad you won't even recognize yourself, whore," he said, fucking his cock deeper up her asshole while he force-fed her a piss enema. "You still think you're a high-class little piece of ass, but we're going to change all that shit. By the time we're fucking done with you you'll know you're nothing but a cheap, piece of shit whore. We're going to mark your ass for life, you stuck-up gutter-slut." Jamie cried, thrashing and twisting between the three evil cadets. These were the leaders, the popular seniors who must have planned her kidnapping and assault. She knew the other kids would go along with whatever these three told them to do. Their piss filled her mouth and cunt and asshole, burning her and drenching her and turning her on. Jamie's lean, sexy body twisted and hunched on the two cocks that were spewing piss up her fuck-holes. Her mouth milked Gary's pissing cock until her flat little tummy felt bloated with his waste. But she couldn't seem to stop cumming as they filled her helpless young body with their piss. The boys could see her excitement and they mocked her for it, making her feel more degraded and more excited than ever. When they had finished, piss was running from her cunt and asshole. Piss dripped from her lips, too, and Jamie kept her mouth open, expecting the last few boys to take their turns pissing on or in her lovely, soiled body. Instead Gary yanked her hands above her head and Pat tied a leather leash around them. Dave grabbed the end and began to pull her through the alley. Jamie tried to crawl, but each time she managed to make it to her hands and knees one of the boys would kick her back down. After a few tries she was too beaten and exhausted to do anything but let herself be pulled along after the big cadet. The other guys followed, dancing around Jamie's twisting body. They kicked her and spit on her. Some of the boys jacked off on her, and the boys who hadn't gotten a chance to piss on her in the alley washed the fresh cum away with stinging streams of urine. The boys tore away the few scraps of her cheerleader outfit that still clung to her sleek, sexy body. A couple of the boys pulled out their belts and striped Jamie's perfect, creamy ass with lines of fiery red. Jamie whimpered in pain, jerking her ass from side to side in a desperate attempt to escape the brutal whipping. A few of the boys even kicked her in the head, as though they wanted to kick her to death. Dave dragged Jamie into one of the campus buildings. The beaten young beauty tried to get up when she saw him dragging her toward the stairs, but one of the boys kicked her hands out from under her, and another planted his foot on her sexy ass and flattened her on the floor. A moment later Dave yanked her onto the staircase, and Jamie tumbled helplessly down. The boys laughed and cheered as Jamie bounced down the steep staircase. Dave stepped out of her way and let her fall almost to the bottom. It was only two steps from the landing that the sexy young cheerleader pulled up short, and that was because she had reached the end of her leash. The leather bit into her wrists until they bled, and the sudden, painful jerking of her arms and shoulders was almost worse than the battering fall down the stairs. Dave pulled her down the second staircase just as he had the first. By the time Jamie hit the floor of the basement she was barely conscious. Her svelte young body was so full of pain that even breathing made her cry with agony. When she saw what was waiting for her in the darkened basement, she cried with fear as well. The boys had constructed a torture chamber, and Jamie could see that she was to be its first victim. There were whips and paddles on the wall, branding irons in a dark metal heater, leather and rubber clothing hanging on hooks. There were other things in the room that Jamie didn't even recognize, but everything looked dangerous, everything looked as though it had been designed to inflict pain on the body and break the spirit. "Please!" she whispered, staring up at the leering faces that surrounded her. "Please, I'll be good! I'll be your good little whore!" "Who the fuck wants you?" Pat said with a maniacal laugh. "You don't know how to fuck, you don't know how to suck-shit, cheerleader, you don't know how to do shit! About the only thing you're good for is getting pissed on, and we've already done that!" "The rest of you guys head out," Gary said, walking to a strangely altered exercise bike and making some adjustments. "Me and Pat and Dave will hook her up and take the first shift. We don't want to attract any fucking attention. Does everybody know when their shifts are?" The rest of the boys nodded and began to shuffle from the room. For long moments Jamie lay still and stunned on the floor, until all the boys except Dave, Gary, and Pat were gone. Then Pat had locked the basement door. For some reason Jamie was more frightened than ever to be alone with just these three. She began to cry helplessly as she looked up into their evil faces. When Pat walked toward her with one of the rubber outfits from the wall, she could contain her fear no longer. "I'll be yours," she said, her voice cracking. "You guys can do anything to me you want. I'll be your girlfriend... I'll be your whore for as long as you want. I promise I will. Just please let me go. Please don't hurt me." "Put this on," Pat said, throwing the rubber outfit in her face. "I'm going to time you, and every minute it takes you to squeeze your slutty little bod into that baby means ten lashes when you're done taking your first lesson." Dave unfastened the strap that held Jamie's hands together, and the three older boys watched while the beautiful sophomore cheerleader pulled on the shameful rubber costume. It took all the energy Jamie had just to roll to her knees and unfold the black rubber outfit. When she slipped her foot into the right leg of the outfit and realized how hard it was going to be to put it on, she cried like a baby. Jamie was a slender, tiny girl, but the rubber jumpsuit was half her size. The rubber was so thin that it molded to every bump and contour on her sexy body. It was so tight that it made Jamie think she might smother if she put it on. It took every ounce of strength she had to pull it up her long, lean legs. By the time she had stretched it painfully around her lush, creamy thighs, Jamie collapsed on the floor, completely exhausted. "Three minutes," Pat said with a disappointed sigh. "You've got a long way to go, piss-drinker." The crotch of the leather suit was slit, revealing the swollen pink lips of Jamie's cunt and the tight, dark crevice of her ass. Jamie's slender arms trembled with the effort of pulling the skintight rubber up over her full, sexy ass. She squirmed over the floor like a sexy snake. She looked like some lewd exotic danger, twisting and jerking her sexy little body across the cold basement floor. "She's perfect," Gary said, jerking on his long, hard cock. "Look at those pretty little tits. Every fucking jock at that stupid school will cum all over himself trying to get at her." "Fuck that," Pat said as Jamie pulled the rubber slowly and painfully up her torso. "The little slut's got the best ass I've ever seen. And those legs are unbelievable. They'll fuck her until they can't stand up, much less play a fucking football game." Pulling the rubber suit over her tits was the most painful part of all. The rubber crushed her perky tits, flattened them against her chest and spread them until they looked like two soft, comfortable pillows. There were holes for her nipples, and with her tits crushed so cruelly by the tight rubber, the tiny nubs of flesh swelled and throbbed. Her nipples spiked out unbelievably hard and long. Pat leaned over and pinched them until Jamie squirmed with pain and cried for him to stop. He just pinched them harder, then checked his watch. "Six minutes, Jamie-bitch," he said with a shake of his head. "That means sixty lashes. Shit, you're not going to have any skin left on that sweet little ass by the time I'm done with you." "Whore, you've got a lot of proving to do!" Dave growled as Jamie pulled the rubber over her arms and onto her shoulders. She almost broke her wrist zipping it up her back. "Far as I'm concerned, you've got little-girl tits, a stuck-up face, and a scrawny body! And you don't know how to fuck or suck worth a shit!"You better shape up fucking fast, or there's not going to be any of you fucking left by the time the game rolls around!" Jamie collapsed on the floor, the rubber suit finally on. The three cadets gathered close around her. "Shit," Dave said, raspy-voiced with lust. "Look at the bitch now." Every line and curve of Jamie's sleek, sexy body was molded by the rubber suit. Her long, lean legs, full, curvy ass, hourglass waist, and high, proud tits all looked as though they had been coated in a thin layer of shining black paint. The plump bulge of her pussy jutted obscenely through the tight rubber. Even the way the exhausted, sexy cheerleader moved, her svelte body writhing slowly, sinuously with pain and fatigue, added to the sexiness of what the boys were seeing. Each of them was tempted to call the other boys back in and let the gangbang continue. A bitch as sexy as Jamie needed constant fucking. But there was something else she needed too, and that was training. Dave grabbed her by a handful of her hair and hauled her roughly to her feet. CHAPTER FOUR "No!" Jamie moaned, too tired to scream at the pain that burned through her scalp. "Please don't make me do anything right now! Let me rest for just a second! Please! Just a second and then I'll do whatever you want!" "Move your ass, you lazy whore!" Dave growled, pulling her to her feet and then throwing her stomach-down over the bicycle that sat in the middle of the room. "Let's strap the slut down and let her get to work! I'm about ready to hit the sack!" Jamie gasped when she saw what was sticking out of the seat of the bicycle. There were two huge dildos, shaped exactly like hard, ugly male cocks, each one at least a foot long. Just leaning on the seat made the dildos thrust up and down slowly. Jamie could see the mechanism under the seat that pistoned the dildos up and down. It was activated by pressure on the seat, and Jamie knew that pedaling the bike would cause the dildos to plunge up and down at lightning speed. She didn't have time to see anything else before the three big cadets grabbed her and pulled her leg over the side of the bike. Jamie struggled desperately, urging her fucked-out, worn-out body to frantic motion in a vain attempt to escape the horror the boys had planned for her. It was no use. In moments she felt the two huge dildos splitting open her swollen fuckholes. Dave and Gary pulled her down to the base of the seat, filling her asshole and cunt with the fat rubber cocks. "Please, guys!" Jamie moaned, her voice cracking. "You've got to let me go sometime! I won't tell anybody about what you did, I promise! Just please don't do this! I can't take any more of this!" "You're going to take a hell of a lot more of this," Pat said with a smirk. "And your parents aren't expecting you for a couple days. I conned one of your dumb slut friends into saying you were staying over at her house." Cold terror froze Jamie. The idea that she would be at the mercy of the boys for several days was almost more than she could stand. The cocks speared so deep inside her body that Jamie couldn't keep from squirming, trying to ease the terrible pressure they exerted on her already battered fuckholes. The foot-long pole that skewered her pussy pressed harshly against her cervix, stretched her swollen, beaten cunt to the very limits of its elasticity. The ten-inch dildo that clogged her asshole made her asscheeks feel as though they were being pulled apart, and made her legs feel as though they were no longer joined to the same body. She could feel the fat rubber head of the dildo pushing deep inside her asshole, making her bend forward over the bike in a desperate effort to relieve the pressure. "Hurts!" she whimpered, looking in vain for some sign of sympathy from one of the boys. "Hurts so bad!" "Now for the fun part," Gary said. He clipped a huge, sharp-edged alligator clip on each of Jamie's fat, hard nipples, letting the cruel metal teeth bite deep into her tender flesh. Jamie screamed as she watched the steel jaws indent her sensitive nipple-flesh. A tiny drop of blood oozed from the hard nubbins of flesh. The pain was so bad that Jamie thought her nipples had been ruined, torn from her firm, pretty tits forever. "No! Gary! No, please no!" Jamie screamed in terror as Gary ran a finger between her swollen pink cunt-lips. "Not there, Gary! Please don't! Oh damn you, don't do this!" It was too late. Gary let the clip snap shut on her clit and Jamie's world exploded in a haze of agony. She twisted and thrashed on the bicycle, causing the twin dildos to fuck brutally into her pussy and asshole. She grabbed for the clips on her nipples, ready to tear them off in spite of the terrible punishment she knew would follow, but Pat stepped in and caught her wrists. Jamie fought so savagely that Dave had to step in to help him, and between them, they fit Jamie's hands into two hard rubber gloves they had molded to the handles of the bike. They snapped catches around her wrist, and the luscious young cheerleader howled in almost animal frustration at not being able to move her hands. When they strapped her feet to the pedals, Jamie screeched like a banshee, maddened by her pain and humiliation. "Turn on the switches, guys," Gary said, checking the bicycle and the other equipment like a general inspecting his troops. "The game's simple, Jamie-slut. There's a certain speed you need to pedal that bike at. When you pedal it that fast you'll get fucked. When you pedal it slower you'll get hurt. We already saw what a in-heat little whore you are, so this should be an easy decision to make. And in the morning we'll come and let you loose. Shoot, that's only ten hours away." "No, Gary!" Jamie cried, her voice shaking, tears running down her beautiful young face. "Please don't do this to me!" "The faster you go, the faster the dildos will fuck you," Gary said, obviously proud of his work. Dave flipped a switch and Jamie felt a faint tickling in her cunt and asshole. "And the faster they'll vibrate. They'll have a sleazy whore like you creaming all over the place in no time." Jamie squirmed uncomfortably on the two huge prods. Even though the two monster dildos were hurting her terribly, deeply violating her tenderized fuckholes, her cunt was beginning to get hot, her shit-chute beginning to feel tingly. Jamie felt so ashamed of herself that she wanted to die. "The faster you bike, the harder the chains attached to the clips on your nipples and clit will pull," Gary said with a shrug. "I guess that might hurt some, but it'll hurt a lot more if you go slow. Show her why, Pat." Pat flipped a switch. Jamie tried to scream. She couldn't. She couldn't breathe or scream or move. All she could do was shake like a spastic, drool like an imbecile, gurgle like a baby. A huge charge of electricity jolted her sleek young body, making her bounce on the bike like a frenzied dancer. It felt as though her nipples and clit were being burned away. The pain from the clips was still there, still grinding and piercing and horrible, but it was nothing compared to the lightning bolts of raw electric current that were shooting through her slender young body through the metal clips. Jamie was too dazed to fully understand what was happening, but she knew the only thing she had to. With a force of will she would never have thought she had, she forced her numb legs to push the pedals. Jamie screamed with sudden pleasure as the two huge dildos began to thrust deep inside her cunt and asshole. They vibrated more powerfully, massaging the injured flesh of her fuckholes until it felt as if every inch of her insides was tingling. Jamie pedaled faster and faster, determined to drive away the killing bolts of electricity. The muscles in her shapely, slender legs were already exhausted. Every push of the pedals made deep, aching pain settle more heavily on them. But Jamie knew she had to pedal as fast as she could. She was certain that much more of the electrical current would kill her. The chains that connected the nipple and clit clamps to the generator began to contract and loosen in time to her pedaling, and Jamie sighed with pain as they pulled her sex flesh brutally tight. The sight of her nipples being pulled out to over three inches long made Jamie sick. She was glad she couldn't see how far her tiny pink clit was being dragged. The dildos in her cunt and ass were plunging up and down with ruthless, brutal precision. They rocked her body, sent thundering shock waves of pain rumbling through her slender frame. Jamie grunted with each powerful impact of the twin probes inside her. But they vibrated faster too, and the electrical massage they gave her was making Jamie undulate in sensual pleasure. Her hips bucked back and forth in short, quick fucking motions. Every once in a while her ass would rotate in a wide, slow circle, as if savoring every inch of dildo she had shoved up inside her. Her cunt was filling with pussy-cream, and much as it shamed her, there was nothing Jamie could do to stop it. The three male cadets watched in lusting wonder as Jamie's slender, athletic body labored to pedal the bike fast enough to keep her from being shocked. The rubber-bound beauty was gyrating over the bike like some sleek, sexy snake. Her sexy legs seemed longer than ever as she pedaled the bike. Her tits stretched with her nipples as the clamps pulled them taut, seeming bigger and pointier than ever. Gary stooped down and turned on a series of heaters that surrounded the bike, then nodded to Pat to flip the switch that would complete Jamie's torture. "That rubber's going to be good and hot," Gary said, stepping back as Pat flipped the last switch. "With you working so hard to keep the bike going, you should get toasty real quick.Jamie moaned in misery. Her young body was already bathed in sweat beneath the skintight rubber she was wearing. Now hot air assailed her from every side, making it hard to breathe, hard to move. Sweat poured down her beautiful face in fast-moving rivers. "This last part is mine," Pat said. Jamie barely heard his words through the horrible misery she was feeling. "It's not as sophisticated as Gary's stuff, but my dad's a plumber, and I learned a little bit from him." Jamie turned her wide, frightened eyes toward the pipe that jutted toward her face from the ceiling. She had ignored it until now. But now she knew what it was for. When she heard a toilet flushing deep inside the building, she whimpered like a badly punished dog. "Here it comes," Pat said with a giggle. Jamie cringed and tried to duck to one side, but there was nothing she could do to escape the rush of toilet water that came blasting out of the pipe. It splashed into her upturned face, then cascaded down over her sultry, rubber-clad body. The water was tinted yellow and smelled terrible, and a soaked wad of toilet paper smacked Jamie right across the bridge of her nose. A moment later another toilet flushed. This time there were dark clods of feces mixed in with the yellow waste water. Jamie retched uncontrollably as she was pelted with brown turds. One hit her right cheek and another landed in her hair, seeming to take forever to slide out and fall down her back. Jamie cried bitterly, but a shudder of passion tickled through her willowy body. "You love it, cow!" Gary snarled. He picked up another dildo, one even bigger than the two that were punching into her body, and held it up in front of her. "Just this one last thing, Jamie. Hold this big rubber prick in your mouth. If it's on the fucking floor in the morning, you're going to stay on this bike until you fucking croak!" "You can hold onto it," Dave said with a laugh as Gary stuffed it into her mouth. "You look just like a little bitch doggy, holding a bone in your mouth." "The only bone she wants," Pat said, slapping Jamie so hard that she almost passed out. "Get your exercise, you doggy slut. We'll be back for you in the morning. Maybe!" The boys laughed and each one of them stepped up in front of her and slapped Jamie hard across the face, then back-handed her, causing the helpless teenage victim's head to snap first one way and then another. Finally Gary punched her hard in the forehead, then Pat did the same. Jamie was barely conscious when they filed out of the basement. Then Jamie was alone, strapped to the torture bike, fucking herself with two huge, vibrating dildos while she held a third in her mouth. She began her first night of torture and bondage as a slave of the Rener Military Academy. As she heard the door slam, she thought again of the gallons of sperm they had squirted up into her unprotected womb and wondered if she was pregnant and if she was, would she ever know whose baby she would have.Then she dropped the dildo from between her teeth. Jamie cried out bitterly at the loss of the dildo. She had held onto it faithfully, desperate not to give Gary and the others any further reason to mistreat her sexy little body. Now all her work had gone for nothing. Orgasm after orgasm shattered the beautiful cheerleader's bound body. The electricity made her jerk and shudder like a badly controlled puppet. The twin dildos fucked her cunt and shitter until blood dripped down onto the seat of the bike. Her nipples and clit were pulled almost six inches under the unrelenting pressure of the chains. Piss and shit and toilet water flushed down on her perfect face, soiling her elegant features and staining her rubber jumpsuit. After a few hours, Jamie's slim, sultry body hung motionless over the handlebars, fucked and tortured insensible by the sex bike. She whimpered in shame the first time the electrical current teased her urine from her body. After that, she was beyond shame, beyond anything except the pain and the climaxes. Finally, her body was numb, her cunt and asshole so swollen that she couldn't feel anything, her body so used to the electricity that she barely noticed it. The final torture was the heat that smothered her and stole the moisture from her body. Even after she had become numb to everything else that was happening to her, the heat continued to punish her sexy body, continued to force her swollen cunt through painful, boiling orgasms. By the time morning came and the boys came in to get her, Jamie was unconscious. Her eyes were still open, glazed and staring, but she was no longer aware of anything that was happening. Her svelte, sweat-drenched body shivered and shuddered with the constant flow of electricity. The savage pumping of the twin dildos bounced her off the bike seat. Her legs and arms swung limply, and her head lolled on her shoulders. "Stupid slut!" Pat screamed. He pulled a whip down from the wall and lashed it across Jamie's rubber-clad ass. "You dropped the fucking dildo, cheer-bitch! And you made a fucking mess of the whole fucking basement!" Jamie didn't react to the bite of the whip, even when Pat used a knife to rip the rubber suit open and whipped her bare, sweaty ass. Dave cut the rest of the rubber suit off her limp body as Gary switched off the bike. Quarts of trapped sweat gushed out of the cut rubber, splashing all over everything. "Fuck!" Dave shouted as the wash of sweat splattered over his shoes. He tore the last of the suit away and pulled the clips off Jamie's nipples and clit. "Shit, Gary, this bike really fucked the cheerleader up!" He pulled Jamie off the bike and tossed her on the floor. Pat lashed her across her stomach and tits a few times, then stopped as Gary joined them to look down on the prostrate beauty. Jamie had lost at least ten pounds during her night of sexual torment. The rubber suit, the heat, and the frenzied activity of pedaling the bike to fuck herself had drained Jamie's sleek body of every extra ounce of moisture. She had looked like a fine racing horse before, a thoroughbred of a girl with lines as sleek and sexy as any the boys had ever seen before. After her night on the bike, though, she looked like a beast of the jungle, a panther or leopard driven wild by hunger and operating on pure instinct. Her creamy skin sparkled with her sweat, her ribs made clear ridges in her silky flesh, and her stomach was a sucked-in little cavity that seemed hardly to be there at all. The dildos beating her agonized pussy and asshole had changed them as well. The last traces of Jamie's petal-pink cunt were gone. That pristine hole had been replaced by a slash of blood-red, the cunt-lips swollen and peeled back, the inner lips inky with pussy-cream. The mouth of Jamie's cunt spasmed, as though searching desperately for another cock to fill it. Her pinched, stretched clit peeked out between the fat red lips of her cunt like a questing worm. Jamie's asshole was no longer pinhole-tight and virgin pink. Instead, it was spread wide enough for a man to easily shove his cock up it to the hilt. The ring of her asshole was inflamed as bright a red as the lips of her pussy, and there was a wet, inviting look to the stretched pucker. The changes made her more beautiful than ever. Her tits looked bigger, her ass fuller, her legs even longer and more perfectly shaped. Her nipples, which had been long before, had been turned into long spikes by the night of stretching. Everything that had made Jamie irresistibly sexy before seemed to have been magnified ten times by her night of torture. Dave jerked Jamie's arms high above her head and pressed her hands together. The dark-haired beauty moaned, then squirmed weakly, but gave no other sign of being aware of what was happening to her. Dave snapped a strange pair of cuffs on her thumbs, and the unconscious cheerleader cried out in pain. The cuffs were stainless steel, and they trapped her by the bases of her thumbs. They also locked her thumbs next to each other. It wasn't until Dave snapped a metal leash to them and dragged Jamie several feet across the floor that she seemed to become aware of what was happening. "Oh no!" she whimpered, life coming slowly back to her eyes as she looked up at the three evil cadets. She had been sure she was going to die on the terrible sex bike, or that she was going to wake up from the worst nightmare she had ever had. "You're killing me! You've got to stop! Got to!" "Shut up!" Gary shouted, grabbing a big brown turd up off the floor and smashing it into Jamie's pretty pale face. "You couldn't hold onto the fucking dildo, could you, you worthless slut? Shit, you couldn't even keep the bike going, you lazy bitch! The electrical bill's going to be high as hell!" Jamie gagged repeatedly as Gary smeared the big gooey turd all over her beautiful face. He forced his fingers between her lips and shoved shit into her mouth, and it took every ounce of willpower the sexy girl possessed to keep from vomiting all over herself. The taste of shit was so raw and earthy and disgusting that it made her empty stomach churn and her dazed mind teeter on the brink of insanity. "Hey, that looks like fun," Pat said with a cruel little laugh, and grabbed a turd off the floor and pushed it into Jamie's already shit-caked face. He used his fingers to work shit into her ears and nostrils. "Hoist her up, Dave. I'm in a hurry to give the slut the whipping I owe her from last night." She would have begged for mercy if she could have, but her mouth was filled by Gary's wiggling, shit-caked fingers. The muscular cadet had managed to cram four of his fingers into Jamie's warm mouth, and now he was wiping the shit from his hand off on her tongue. At the same time, Pat was smearing shit through her eyebrows and her long black hair. He laughed as Jamie cried at the way he was polluting her long, silky hair. "Up, up, and away," Dave said, and Jamie discovered yet again that she had yet to experience all the varieties of pain the boys could show her. She tried to scramble to her feet as the pressure on her thumbs and hands grew from painful to intolerable, as the bite of the cuffs turned from pinching to ripping. Pat and Gary laughed at her pitiful struggling, and kicked her feet out from under her every time she began to get her balance. By slow degrees, Dave hauled her up, first to a sitting position, then to her knees, and finally to her feet and tiptoes. "Please, please, please!" Jamie mumbled, her mouth thick with shit, her nose clogged with shit, her lovely young body soiled and hurt and exhausted in so many ways that she wondered if she hadn't died and been sent to some especially dreadful hell. Her long, lean body was laced with agony. Now she was standing on her toes, trying to stretch her body as far as it would go. Her long, beautiful legs trembled as she tried to support her weight on them. Her face turned white from the terrible strain of being strung up by her thumbs like a side of beef. "Please what, Jamie-whore?" Pat asked, uncoiling the whip on the basement floor. "Please whip your sexy ass until it bleeds?" Then he snapped his wrist, and Jamie began to learn what pain was really all about. CHAPTER SIX The first lash burned across her soft ass. Jamie cried in pain, weaving from side to side on her toes and almost falling over. Bright red welts rose on her ass almost instantly. The second lash tore across the small of her back, and the third curled around her lush right thigh. The fourth scored her ass again, crossing the tender skin with lines of red, making the firm flesh bounce and jiggle lewdly. "Look at that sweet ass shake," Dave said with a coarse laugh, pulling another whip down from the wall. "You'd think it was a bowl of jelly the way it's jiggling now." Jamie burned with shame as well as pain. The scorn the boys treated her with, the way they mocked her and treated her like a whore, was almost worse than the torture and rape they visited on her defenseless young body. But it excited her too, and in spite of all her pain and exhaustion, in spite of the brutal beating Pat was giving her, her hurt pussy began to squirm. Jamie closed her eyes and tried to will away the sluttish ticklings of lust that were creeping through her cruelly bound body. The whip Dave pulled from the wall was a long, cruel-looking bullwhip. He snapped it against the air once, then thrashed Jamie's satiny flat stomach. The heavy whip bit into her stomach, then curled around her soft, creamy side. "The slut's doing a pretty good job of shaking her pointy little tits, too," Pat said with a smirk, lashing her full asscheeks over and over again. "Do a dance for us, Jamie-whore! Show us what a hot fucking cunt you are."The svelte beauty squirmed and thrashed at the end of her chains, writhing in a desperate, useless effort to escape the torture the boys were giving her. Her creamy ass was criss-crossed with angry red welts. Her upper thighs and lower back were streaked with red, too. Pat laid ten quick strokes across her shoulder blades, as though noticing that he had neglected her upper back for the first time. By the time he was finished, Jamie was delirious with agony, wondering vacantly if someone had set her on fire. Dave stepped in front of her and began playing the bullwhip out against the front of her body. He popped the end of the big whip against Jamie's pert right tit, and the bound, beautiful cheerleader shrieked with anguish. Dave laughed at the innocent girl's suffering and slapped her with the bullwhip again and again, slicing her tender, creamy flesh with the biting leather strap. After a few minutes, Jamie's sweet young body was a battleground of welts and bruises. Dave wrapped his vicious whip around her slender calves, circling them with welts and made Jamie look as if she was wearing anklets. Pat curled the slender strands of the cat around her creamy inner thighs, hitting her lush upper legs until the soft flesh trembled. More than once, the strands of the cat caught the soft pink lips of Jamie's swollen, sore pussy. The pain when that happened turned Jamie's slender, shapely legs to jello, made her dangle at the end of her thumb locks like a hung woman. Dave was even more brutal with his bullwhip than Pat was with the cat. He hit her tits dozens of times with no regard for the damage he might be doing them. He didn't even stop when every slash of the big strap of leather made drops of blood splatter onto the cold basement floor. And he took a special delight in whipping Jamie's soft, flat belly. But the time five minutes had passed, her stomach was a solid mass of bright red. Pat whipped her ass the way Dave whipped her stomach, striping her firm, bouncy asscheeks until they were livid red and dripping blood. He whipped her upper thighs even harder, and took great delight in curling the cat around her hips and stinging her plump pussy mound. He whipped her lean, flawless back until it looked like a crazy road map. He even flayed the long, slender lengths of Jamie's arms, laying a track of welts from her tender white armpits to her elegant, slender fingers. It was Dave who whipped her face. Even Gary gasped with surprise at the unbelievable cruelty of slashing the brutal bullwhip across the trapped beauty's cheek. Dave took their shock as encouragement and hit Jamie's face several more times. Jamie screamed in hellish agony at each blow, whipping her face from side to side in a maddened attempt to save her face from further torture. She was certain that Dave was slicing away her flesh with the terrible, vicious blows. The pain was so wicked that it seemed the very muscles of her face had been torn from the bone. By the time Dave was finished whipping her face, Jamie teetered uncertainly on her toes, more unconscious than awake. Her skin was a brutalized patchwork of welts. Even her face was bruised and reddened from the bite of the whips. It felt to the weary young slave that she had been dipped in acid, that some awful corrosive was eating into every bit of her soft skin. Then Dave started aiming the bullwhip at her cunt. "No!" Jamie gasped, her voice little more than a whisper, her eyes fluttering closed and her slender, sexy body doing a sensuous dance on the end of the chains that held her spread so vulnerably. "Not there!" "Everywhere," Pat said, and swung his arm up underhand, bringing the wicked strands of the cat dancing up between Jamie's silky, quivering legs. Pain exploded through the cheerleader's ravaged cunt. It was as though a wild cat had used its claws to rip at the mouth of her pussy. Several of the strands had flipped right between her swollen, blood-red cunt-lips and had scored the heated inner flesh of her pussy. Jamie's legs slipped out from under her and her full weight swung from the fiendish thumb-cuffs. The pain that shot through her hands was nothing compared to the liquid agony that was pouring through her pussy. Dave swung his whip with pinpoint accuracy. Bomb bursts of pain exploded against both of her swollen, tortured nipples. Then the narrow tip of the bullwhip smacked squarely against her stretched, raw clit. "Bastards!" Jamie shrieked, her wide brown eyes rolling back, spit spraying from her lips as she convulsed in demented anguish. "Aggghhhh! You dirty bastards! Agggghhh!" Her cunt was flexing uncontrollably. Her lithe, sexy body was twisting and thrashing through a series of spastic convulsions. Jamie's head swung wildly on her shoulders, her eyes unfocused, her mouth slack and drooling. Piss squirted from her pussy in a strong yellow stream, soaking her creamy inner thighs and splattering on the floor beneath her. Cunt-juice poured out in desperate defense of her pussy, drooling from her peeled-back slit like spit from a mouth, painting her blood-red pussy-lips a milky white and sliding down over her trembling, piss-slick thighs. Jamie thought she might be dying. The pain was incredible. Dave hit her, and then Pat hit her, and then Dave hit her again. Back and forth they went, one drawing his whip back while the other lashed her pussy. Jamie knew that if they beat her for very much longer, she was going to die. But a part of her wanted them to keep beating her forever. Slowly, hesitantly, she spread her legs wide. Taking the last of her weight off her feet made crushing pain run through her hands and arms, but that didn't matter to the broken, bound beauty. Her thumbs could rip off for all she cared. Her pussy was important, and her ass and tits and mouth. Her thumbs didn't matter at all, except to help her get a better grip on a cock when a boy wanted her to beat him off. "Shit, the sleazy little slut's getting off on it!" Dave's cock was so long and hard that it looked like it was going to explode. He swung his whip up against Jamie's brutalized cunt with all the strength his big arm possessed. "The tramp's cumming from getting her ass whipped off!" "The tramp's cumming," Jamie muttered in agreement, nodding her head with insane, pain-fueled glee. "The tramp's cumming for her big, sweet men." Jamie bent her knees, drawing her feet up to her ass and spreading her thighs as far apart as she could. She looked impossibly sexy covered in welts and dangling in midair. Dave and Pat swung their whips as hard as they could, pounding the gorgeous cheerleader's pussy with their vicious leather straps. Time after time the whips cut their way directly into the spread mouth of her cunt, bruising and tearing at the super-sensitive skin inside her pussy. The first time the killing strands of the cat kissed her clit, Jamie started cumming. She was beyond even shame now. The pain, lust and degradation of the past day had reduced her to the point where shame had no meaning. "Hit me again!" she moaned, her eyes glazed, her beautiful, bruised face full of ecstasy. "Beat the whore harder! Beat the slut's cunt until it bleeds!" Dave lashed her across her chest until her pert, fat-nippled tits were flattened against her chest. Pat played the cat over her swollen pussy as though he was trying to tear it from her slender, squirming body. Jamie turned her pain-dazed eyes toward Gary, who was standing apart, his arms crossed, a smug smirk on his rough face. "Why aren't you whipping me?" she cried, spit dribbling from her lush lips. "Are you too good to beat the trash? Don't you want to see how it feels to whip a slut until she can't stand up? Why aren't you whipping me too?" "Fuck it!" Dave growled, stomping toward the hanging, beaten beauty. "I'm going to fucking cum all over myself if I don't get a piece of this sleazy whore's ass!" CHAPTER SEVEN Jamie screamed as Dave grabbed her welted thighs in his hands and forced her to wrap her long, lush legs around his big ass. She screamed again when he slapped his foot-long prick against the raw, bleeding lips of her pussy. But she saved her loudest scream for last, when the big cadet stuffed his fist-sized cock-head through the tattered lips of her well-whipped cunt. "Noooooo!" she screamed, her legs gripping his ass so tight that he grunted with pain. "Yesssssss! Fuck me hard!" "You dirty, scummy whore!" Dave hissed, driving his cock into her slight, sexy body like a huge steel spike. "We're going to fuck you dead before we're done with you! We're going to fuck you into tiny, slutty pieces!" Dave ran his hands roughly all over Jamie's sexy, injured body. The luscious little cheerleader whimpered and trembled with pain as his hands ran over the painful welts the whipping had left her. She had never imagined that a hand touching her body could hurt so much. "Shake your ass, cheerleader bitch," Dave said, spearing his huge cock up her ragged little pussy. "Fuck on my big prick until you go out of your slutty little mind." Jamie gasped with pain and lust, convinced that she was already as demented as it was possible to be. She grunted like a pig when Dave's big hard stomach collided with her crotch, when his balls swung into the crease of her ass and his cock-hair scratched her tender inner thighs. The collision of their bodies made her swing at the end of her thumb cuffs, lifted her up several inches and then let her fall back down. She gripped Dave's ass even tighter with her rubbery, lovely legs. It was a desperate attempt to relieve her thumbs of some of the killing pressure. The whole gruesome length of Dave's cock was buried inside her slender young body. Jamie could feel the huge cock-head deep inside her, pushing her mangled pussy even farther out of shape.Jamie squirmed on the huge, fleshy prod, trying in vain to find some position which would alleviate the clogging, tearing pain his monster prick was causing her. Dave's big hands found Jamie's well-whipped tits, and the sultry cheerleader cried in agony as he mashed them against her chest. Dave dragged his ragged fingernails over the sweet wounded mounds of flesh, making Jamie jerk like a wild woman. The pain was the worst thing she had ever felt, worse than the whipping or the rape or even the long night of electrocution. "Please no!" she cried, kissing Dave full on his lips in a desperate plea for him to stop. "Sweet Dave, please stop! Please, my big, handsome soldier! Please sexy lover! Please, please stop!" Dave grabbed her tits as though they were footballs and squeezed them until they flattened into long tubes of silky flesh. He jerked out on them in rhythm, first pulling out one and then the other, making Jamie's sexy shoulders jerk forward as though she were dancing in a disco. All the time he tore at her sweet tits he was fucking her whipped, raped cunt with his huge cock. Every fuck-blow swung Jamie back and forth at the end of the chains that held her in the air. Every cock thrust tore her cunt in a different way, wrecking her sweet pussy a little bit more. Jamie squirmed and trembled, bathed in a clammy sweat from the beating she was taking. She ran her tongue all over Dave's ugly face, bathing his rough features in her spit. She kissed him as though he was the most wonderful lover a girl had ever had. Her lips slithered over his mouth and cheeks and nose. Her talented tongue teased over his ears, his nostrils, his eyes and forehead. She even tried tightening her cunt around the pussy-shredding battering ram of his cock. But nothing she did seemed to take Dave's mind off ripping at her wounded tits. "Please!" she cried out in a tiny, child's voice between licks and kisses and tender love bites. "Please stop hurting my tits, lover! Please, you're hurting them so bad!" "How bad, little cunt?" Pat asked, stepping up behind her. He looped his whip around her silky white throat and tightened it until her face paled from lack of air. "How bad is he hurting you, you shit-faced little cheerleader?" "Bad!" Jamie gasped, her slender body squirming between the two men, her beautiful face twisted from the pain she was receiving. "Hurts-no, Pat! Please don't do that! Pat, please don't do that!" "Shut up, Jamie-sleaze!" Pat yelled, tightening the loop of leather until Jamie couldn't breathe at all. "You know you love it, you shitty little whore!" Pat strangled Jamie with one hand and pulled her asscheeks wide apart with the other. Her loose asshole winked out at him, and he drove his long, strong cock right up it. He fucked her to the balls on his first lunge, smashing her against Dave and bouncing her at the ends of the chains that held her. "Ohhhhhh!" Jamie moaned, smashed almost to the point of oblivion by this latest outrage. "Noooooo!" Pat pulled the whip even tighter around her throat. The thin strand of leather bit so deep into the tender flesh of Jamie's throat that it almost disappeared, buried in silky skin. Pat bit at her neck like a wild dog, drawing blood and leaving the marks of his teeth all over the sweet nape of her neck. Jamie choked and spluttered helplessly. But her sleek young body tossed and twisted, writhed and wiggled in a frenzied effort to breathe. "That's it, slime queen!" Dave shouted, pounding her slender body with his big cock, slamming her tits together and yanking them wide apart. "Shake your worthless slutty ass! Jump all over our big, hard cocks!" "You heard him," Pat said, choking Jamie harder as he fucked his cock deep inside her asshole. "Do something right for a fucking change, Jamie! Ride our cocks like you know how to do something!" Pat and Dave were fucking her with long, brutal cock-strokes. They fucked her with no rhythm, sometimes beating her back and forth with one of them pulling out as the other stabbed in, sometimes spearing her body together, smashing her like a bug between them. There was nothing Jamie could do to avoid the brutalizing fuck-thrusts. She could only swing back and forth, battered like a shabby rag doll between the two powerful boys. Dave was jerking on her tits so violently that Jamie could feel something tearing inside them. The welts from her whipping were almost obscured now under the angry red bands of Dave's handprints. Every vicious bite Pat took at the back of her neck made Jamie's creamy skin prickle with gooseflesh. He was strangling her with the whip, cutting off so much of her air that she wavered in a dreamland of near oblivion. The whip felt like a knife cutting into her tender throat. It seemed to be crushing things inside her long, slender neck. Dave smashed his mouth over hers, crushing her lips and forcing her jaws wide apart. He sucked Jamie's tongue into his mouth and bit on it so forcefully that the young beauty thrashed her head from side to side in a maddened effort to escape the agony. They were killing her, she thought. Her thoughts were muddied, frenzied things, but she knew that they were doing too much to her all at once. But suddenly, with no warning at all, she was cumming again. "Yeeeeeooowwww!" Jamie screamed, her tongue trapped between Dave's crushing teeth, her throat wrapped tight by Pat's whip. She howled like an angry cat. "Yaaaaahhhhh!" The orgasm was unlike any of the others she had experienced at the hands of the boys. It started in her cunt and asshole, swelling through the ravaged channels of her shitter and pussy like a huge balloon filled with heated air. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost pain, and Jamie had the sudden, insane fear that she was going to explode with the ecstasy she was feeling. Instead, the orgasm swelled upward, filling every other part of her body. Her stomach filled with burning, tickling pleasure. Her abused tits tingled and swelled until she was urging them into Dave's tearing hands. Her sexy legs and slender arms numbed under the icy spiking of pleasure. Pat and Dave gasped with pleasures of their own as their sultry young slave went wild between them. Her shattered asshole and cunt began to do a wild, squirming dance on the huge cocks that were spearing them. Jamie still felt every bit of the pain she had felt before. There wasn't any fading of agony as the pleasure overtook her. Her writhing and bucking made the impacts of the boys' bodies rock her even harder, made the cuffs pull even more painfully on her thumbs. But Jamie realized something, something that made even her hysterical, lust-crazed mind cry in despair and shame. It was the pain that was making her cum, she realized. She really was every bit of the pain-loving whore that the boys had claimed she was. Another orgasm exploded within her. Jamie went into rapid convulsions between the two hard-fucking boys, her sleek young body jerking and bouncing. Spit poured from her lips and finally Dave had to release her tongue to keep from getting a mouthful of her spit. Her legs slipped from around his ass and kicked out in wild, random movements. She coughed and spluttered, her face turning blue from lack of oxygen. Jamie passed out while her orgasm was still rattling her helpless, bound body. It took several more minutes for her thrashing and trembling to cease. Pussy-juice poured from her body by the quart, as though the power of the orgasm was emptying every drop of fuck-cream from her body. The juncture of her thighs was so sloppy with it that every move she or either of the boys made caused wet, farting noises. Her legs, Pat's and Dave's cocks and balls, and even the trembling satiny plane of her stomach were painted with her pussy-slime. And even after she was passed out the cunt-cream continued to spill. "Having fun, Jamie?" Gary asked, the last words the beaten slave heard before she slipped away. "Good. Because as soon as they're done fucking, you're going to start learning your real lessons. Little cunt, I'm going to make you know what pain is all about." Then Jamie fell limp between the two older boys who were fucking her. Neither of them seemed to mind, and they slammed her hanging, sexy body back and forth, bruising her as they fucked her cunt and asshole. They came at almost the same instant, filling her ravaged fuck-holes with so much cum that it began to run back down over her sleek thighs while they were still pouring more inside her. By the time they stepped away, Pat loosening the whip to let Jamie breathe again, the only sound was the steady dripping of their cum, and her cunt-cream as it hit the floor. Jamie hung silently, her svelte body striped with welts, her cunt and asshole swollen and red, her lower body a mess of cum and cunt-cream. Her face was smeared with filth and dotted with bruises. Her pert young tits were swollen from the abuse they had taken, and there was a bright red ring around her throat where Pat had used the whip to choke her. Gary stepped forward to start her next lesson. CHAPTER EIGHT "Wake up, Jamie," Gary said cheerfully, rubbing his cock all over Jamie's pretty, soiled face. "Time to wake up, little slut." A stream of piss burst from his cock and splashed over Jamie's features. Gary guided the stream of his piss so that it poured between her parted lips and shot up her quivering nostrils. Jamie came awake choking and coughing, and as her eyes fluttered open, Gary aimed his stream of piss at them, making her cry out in anguish as her eyes filled with pain. "Rise and shine, toilet bitch!" Gary shouted, waving his cock back and forth, soaking her beautiful face in his stinking piss. After her lovely features were drenched he stuffed his cock between her lips and pissed straight down her throat."Wake up, you dirty little cunt. It's time you started training for your fucking job." Jamie spluttered on Gary's piss, trying desperately to swallow it but not able to keep up with the firehose blast that flooded her throat and filled her mouth. Piss poured back out over her face, soaking her even more thoroughly in waste. Piss shot out her nose as she choked on the stinking liquid. And she swallowed huge gulps of the noxious broth. She was surprised at how welcome the rush of piss was, at how her dehydrated, exhausted body craved any drop of moisture it could get. It wasn't until Gary squirted the last of his piss onto her tongue and made her lick his cock clean that Jamie had a chance to see where she was. When she realized the new position the boys had bound her in, she began to cry. She wasn't sure what they were going to do to her, but the way they had her strung up now she would be vulnerable to any kind of torture that came to their minds. Jamie was strung up in a chair that was constructed of leather straps. One strap circled under each knee, pulling them high and wide apart. Straps crossed her shoulders, each one circling under the arm on the other side to make her body more stable. A thin strap circled her middle in a noose and connected to the ceiling with the others. The five straps were what held Jamie bound, what held her in the air. And they left every luscious inch of her tortured young body available to the three evil cadets. Her cunt and ass were spread wide by the position of her knees. Her long, lean torso was stretched and left bare by the thin strap that circled her waist. And the straps that crossed beneath her arms tilted her enough so that her whip-striped back was still positioned for more abuse. She was only inches above the floor now, but she could see the simple pulley that controlled the straps, and knew the boys could pull her as high into the air as they desired. "I can't take anymore!" she cried in a very small, trembling voice. "You know you can do whatever you want to me! I'm a slut, just like you said! Won't you please give me a break now? You'll be able to do whatever you want to me, whenever you want! You know I won't be able to say no! But I hurt so bad, and I'm so tired! I'm hungry and thirsty and-and I need a bath! I'm so dirty! If you fuck me to death now I'll be ruined, and you won't be able to have anymore fun with me!" "So what?" Gary asked cruelly. "There are plenty more sluts where you came from. And sluts with bigger tits, too. What's the problem, Jamie-bitch, didn't you drink enough cum when you were little?" Jamie stopped pleading and stared up at Gary with passive, accepting eyes. She didn't even cry at the humiliating things he was saying to her. She was past tears now. They had fucked the life out of her, tortured her until her spirit had broken. The last brutal fucking hanging from the ceiling had pushed her as far into the muck as she could go. Gary smiled thinly, slapping his huge fat cock down across her passive face. He knew what Jamie was thinking. He also knew how wrong she was. Jamie hadn't begun to scream and cry yet. They had been going easy on her until now. Pat picked up the cigarette lighter and lit it. Jamie's eyes went wide as the flame sparked and fluttered. Dave produced a bundle of long, sharp needles from behind his back and smiled at the bound, helpless beauty. It wasn't until Pat touched the lighter's flame to her pussy-hair that the tortured cheerleader realized she could still be made to scream. "Nonononononononono!" she moaned, unable to get the words out fast enough in her desperate attempt to make Pat pull the flame away from her tender cunt. The flame was causing her pussy-hair to crackle and sizzle. Dave stuck one of the needles into the shuddering flat plane of her belly. He caught the lip of her navel and pushed the needle right through it. He pierced her flesh no more than an inch, but the pain was awful, the sight of the needle sticking straight up out of her body even worse. Jamie writhed madly against the strips of leather that held her dangling from the ceiling. Pat brushed the flame from the lighter no more than a quarter of an inch from the fluttering lips of Jamie's cunt. The sexy cheerleader bucked and shuddered in terror and pain, unable to believe the cruelty of what the boys were doing to her. She had thought she had seen the limits of suffering and degradation, but she'd been wrong. Suddenly she felt very naive to have believed that she was broken beyond caring. Gary and the others would always have some new outrage to commit on her helpless, sexy body. "Kiss my cock, Jamie," Gary said, slapping her wide-eyed, pain-twisted face. "Give it a big, wet kiss. Plant those cocksucking lips on my big cock and show me how much you love it." Jamie stared up blankly at Gary, barely comprehending the words he was speaking. After a moment she kissed the underside of his cock just behind the bulge of his prick-head. Her lips were parted, her tongue teased out to play over Gary's heated fuck-flesh. Pat set her cunt-hair on fire, sizzling so much at once that a flame erupted over Jamie's crotch. He patted it out before she was burned, but the flash fire had reduced her silky cunt-hair to burned stubble. Pat played the flame a quarter inch from the tendons that lined her inner thighs watching the muscles jump with involuntary contractions. Dave plunged a pin deep into the muscle of Jamie's right thigh, then screwed the needle around until a drop of bright red blood oozed out to streak over her silky skin. He plunged another needle into her leg just above her kneecap, a third up into the soft pillow of flesh where her thigh met the curve of her ass. A fifth went high on her hip as Dave methodically tortured her right leg with the long, sharp needles. Jamie stared at Gary's huge, stiffening cock, not wanting to see what Pat and Dave were doing to her helpless young body. But Gary wanted her to see, and he twisted her hair, forcing her head up as she kissed and licked his fat prick. Her leg was dotted with needles. The bright heads looked so cheerful that Jamie was almost hypnotized by them. At least twenty of them poked into the soft flesh of her right thigh. There were a few more sticking into her calf. As she watched, Dave stabbed one into the super-sensitive flesh just behind her knee. Before her scream died away he had lunged in two more. Pat was running the flame up and down the crack of her ass. Every few moments he would jerk his hand upward to splash the flame right against her tender asshole. When he let the flames dance against the reamed out pucker of her asshole, Jamie howled like a banshee and jerked around like a madwoman, but she couldn't escape the searing pain the flames were causing her. She kissed her way up and down Gary's thick prick-stalk, trying to please him so much that he would make Pat and Dave stop torturing her. The hope seemed foolishly faint, but it was the only one Jamie had left. She slithered her tongue all over his wrist-thick prick, lathering the fleshy pole with her spit and then lovingly sponging it away. She even pressed the big cock between her lips and pumped on it, slurping up the silvery drops of pre-cum that would ooze from the cock-head. "That's it, whore," Gary said, twisting his hands even tighter in her hair and jerking her from side to side. "You're starting to learn, aren't you, slut? That's right, stick your slutty little tongue right in my piss-slit." Jamie fucked the very tip of her tongue into his piss-slit, and then, when he told her to suck the fat cock between her lips and bob her head up and down, she did that too. At the angle she was hanging it hurt terribly to take the full length of Gary's cock down the narrow tunnel of her throat, but after a dozen tries she managed it. It made her gag constantly and rubbed her tender throat raw. Jamie's sexy cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to the pistoning prick, and she squirmed her tongue all over the fat rod as it pushed back and forth through the warm wetness of her mouth. "Oh!" Jamie squeaked around the thick cock as Pat plunged a finger into her cunt. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Pat fucked the full length of his finger roughly into Jamie's pussy. He scratched at the sensitive inner walls of her pussy and ground his hand against her whip-tattered cunt-lips. At the same time he was waving the lighter across her asscheeks, making the creamy flesh glow a bright pink. He smiled when the first trace of fresh pussy-juice coated his pistoning finger. On the next stroke he pushed another finger up beside it. Dave was plunging one pin after another into the tensed, burned cheeks of Jamie's ass. The beautiful cheerleader's ass tensed hard as rock with each new pin Dave stuck into the silky cheeks, but they couldn't clench tight enough to keep the pins from slicing into her vulnerable flesh. Jamie tried to jerk away from the pain that filled her backside, but that only ground her pussy more violently onto the fingers Pat was sticking up inside her. And her treacherous cunt was beginning to betray her once again. Even now, being tortured with needles and an open flame, her pussy was starting to leak and squirm. Gary fed her his cock, pushing it past her stretched lips, through the warm, welcoming cavity of her mouth, not stopping until he was clogging the tiny, sore tunnel of her throat. Jamie did her best to suck him, letting her mouth fill with spit and then swishing it over the thrusting prick. But he was fucking her throat too fast and hard now for her to apply much suction to the fat rod. The best she could do was squirm her lips around it as it speared through them. Suddenly Dave thrust a needle into the ring of her asshole.Jamie cried out, jerking her hips wildly from side to side in a wild effort to dislodge the awful metal pin. Pat took the opportunity to slip a third finger into her swollen, squirming cunt. Dave pushed ten more pins into her tight shitter, outlining her tiny asshole with the long, sharp needles. "Stop now!" she gasped as Gary pulled his spit-soaked cock from her bruised lips. "You're going too far! Too far!" "We're just barely started, Jamie," Pat said, drawing his fingers out of her cunt, curling his hand into a fist and pushing back in. "Shit, there's things we're going to do to you that you haven't even imagined yet." "No!" Jamie screamed as Pat's clenched fist pushed relentlessly at the mouth of her pussy. Her juice-slick cunt-lips began to stretch under the inhuman pressure. "No! Oh fuck, go ahead and do it! Do it all, you bastards! Stick me with needles! Set me on fire! Fuck me with your arm! Do everything!" "We will, Jamie," Gary said. "Now lick my balls." Jamie moaned with passion and disgust as Gary draped his sweaty balls over her moist, parted lips. She kissed the hairy, crinkled flesh, letting her tongue play out over the deep, dirty creases. Gary angled his cock against Jamie's nose and hunched it back and forth over her forehead while her tongue flapped over his sweaty, dirty ball-sac. Pat waved the lighter over every tender nook and cranny of Jamie's sleek young body. The flames splashed against her armpits and into the hollows behind her knees. He teased the lighter up the center of her back, touched it to the soles of her feet and the palms of her hands. He even played the flame over Jamie's face, making her cry out in terror. Dave was turning her left leg into the same kind of pin cushion her right already was. He drove the needles into her hip and thigh and calf. He even stuck a needle into her big toe, making her howl pitifully. Then, without warning, he abandoned her leg and stuck a pin right through the stretched, swollen lips of her cunt. "There?" Jamie shrieked. "There? Oh please, please, please, not there!" "There," Pat said, mockingly, forcing his fist fully inside her ravaged pussy. Jamie's cunt-lips tore around the huge girth of Pat's fist. First they spread tight, then pulled so taut that they were like a tiny band of elastic. The needle Dave had impaled them with popped free. Finally the swollen, abused little cunt-lips could stretch no farther, and they began to split. A moment later Pat's fist popped inside her already-battered cunt. His wrist was greased with blood as it slid in farther. Dave spiked one needle after another through her quivering, torn cunt-lips. He also pushed needles into her shaking, jerking inner thighs. He ground one needle after another into the quaking muscles that lined the insides of her silky legs, pausing only to gather a fresh supply from the box of torture tools in the corner. By the time he moved on, Jamie's cunt-lips sprouted dozens of needles and her legs were lined with over a hundred. All the time Dave was working, Pat was driving his hard fist in Jamie's cunt. When he fucked the rest of his arm up inside her, the tiny pocket stretched in ways it had never been meant to stretch. "Ohhhhhh!" Jamie moaned through the ball-sac muffler Gary was dragging over her lips. Her big brown eyes crossed from the unbearable pressure Pat was applying inside her slender body. "Enough! Enough! Pat, enough, enough! Enough!" Pat just smiled and fucked his arm inside her. His fist banged against her cervix. His face twisted with the effort of fucking his fist into her pussy. He could feel her cunt tearing. It spilled a gallon of pussy-cream out in a desperate defense against the savage beating it was taking. "Look at this," Pat said proudly, slamming his fist into her cunt. "Look at the way her fucking pussy is swallowing my fucking arm." Pat fucked his arm into her faster and harder. Finally he popped his arm inside her all the way to the elbow, and Jamie whined in agony. Her legs flopped and shuddered, spread wider by the giant intrusion of Pat's forearm than by the leather straps that held her airborne. Her flat stomach bulged with the unnatural invasion. Each time Pat slammed his fist inside her, Jamie's tiny little tummy would puff up as though she were pregnant. Each time he pulled his fist back out the bulge would collapse. Pat laughed at the sight of his fist making her stomach bulge and began to angle his blows so that the outline of his fist would be even more clearly. Dave lined her silky flanks with needles, driving them deep and twisting them to get more of a reaction from the girl. He drew a line with the needles from her hips to under her arms. Then he followed her arms down, sticking needle after needle into her slender limbs. He stuck a needle through the soft webbing between each finger, then, as an afterthought, did the same between each of her toes. The pain was awful, and combined with the agony of the fistfucking, it was unbearable. Jamie cried bitterly as she licked Gary's balls. "Suck them," Gary said, and instead of waiting for Jamie to do as he asked, he levered her jaws open with his hand and stuffed his balls between them. "Suck on them good, Jamie, and I might keep Dave and his nasty needles away from your slutty little face." "Don't lie to the bitch," Dave said, dotting her flat tummy and wide shoulders with the long, sharp pins. Jamie opened her mouth as wide as she could, and one of Gary's fat balls slipped between her lips. The single ball filled her mouth, and she had to squirm her lips painfully to squeeze the other big ball into her spit-filled cavity. With both of Gary's balls in her mouth, Jamie's beautiful face was distorted, her pretty cheeks swollen grotesquely. "That's it, Jamie, wash them off good." Gary rubbed his dripping cock across her forehead, leaving trails of pre-cum all over her. "Shit, Eastport's got a whole squad of cheerleaders. They'll never miss one. And you're ours, now, you know that, don't you?" Jamie nodded her head up and down, tears and spit staining her soiled cheeks. At Gary's words her cunt contracted like a fist around Pat's punishing forearm. A burning, agonizing orgasm gripped her sleek, helpless body, so powerful and painful that it almost made her pass out, so unexpected that Jamie couldn't stop her moans of pleasure and the slow, sensual grinding of her hips against Pat's beating fist. Jamie's ears were pierced, but Dave pierced each lobe three more times for good measure, driving needles completely through the fragile flaps of flesh. He grabbed another handful of needles before he started on Jamie's tits. When he stuck the first pin deep into the upthrust little mound of her right tit, Jamie came again. "Not my tits!" she groaned pitifully as Gary pulled his spit-dripping balls from her widespread mouth. "Not my tits! They hurt already! They really do! Dave, you already hurt my tits real bad! Please don't hurt them anymore!" "I thought you'd learned not to whine so fucking much," Pat said in disgust. He lit the lighter again and touched it to the perky mounds of her tits. "Maybe we should all hurt your tits a little." Gary pulled Jamie's head up by a fistful of hair, making her watch the double torture of her firm young tits. The enslaved beauty screamed and thrashed as Pat toasted her nipples with his cigarette lighter. He never dipped the flame close enough to burn her badly, but by the time he stopped waving the flames over her flesh the skin of her swollen, silky tits was stained a bright pink. And all the time Pat was burning her, Dave was turning the perky mounds into twin pin cushions. Jamie whimpered, crying at the obscene, degrading spectacle of the pins sticking from her tits. It was hard to decide which was worse, the pain of the attack or the humiliation of having to watch helplessly while it was taking place. And Gary made sure she kept her eyes open for every moment of the outrageous assault, pulling her eyelashes and pinching her lips and cheeks every time her eyes fluttered shut. Dave saved the best for last. After Pat had stopped his lighter torture and had gone back to fist-fucking Jamie in earnest, Dave pulled a pair of thick needles from the box of torture tools. Jamie watched with wide eyes as he held the needles up for her inspection. She knew what he was going to do with them, but she tried to convince herself that she was wrong. Dave grabbed her tit with his left hand, holding it still in spite of Jamie's frenzied thrashing. He steadied his hand against his side to make sure he pierced the hard bud of flesh at the proper angle. And then he pierced her nipple with the fat, sharp needle. "No!" Jamie wailed, her beautiful face twisted with pain and terror. The tip of the needle disappeared into one side of her nipple and a moment later it popped through the other, drops of blood clinging to its glittering surface. "No, Dave, no! Gary, not this! Please don't ruin me! Please don't ruin me forever!" "We're improving you, you stuck up little slut!" Dave growled, sticking the other needle through her left nipple. "Your little tits aren't worth too fucking much! Put a couple rings through them, though, and they'll be a real fucking attraction!" "No!" Jamie whimpered. "No. Gary, Pat, Dave, you're going too far! Too far." "You don't understand yet, do you?" Gary asked, jerking Jamie's head back until she was staring up at him. "You belong to us. You're our slave. We own you, just the way we'd own a dog or a hamburger we were going to eat. Anything we do to you is our fucking business. And your only fucking job is to be happy about it. If we cut your fucking tit off you should say thank you and ask us if we want to cut off the other. Understand?" "Thank you," Jamie whispered, her voice trembling.Suddenly, she did understand. "Do you want to stick more pins in my tits, Dave?" "Shut up," Gary yelled, swinging his leg over Jamie's head to straddle her face. "Suck my ass out, sexy cheerleader!" Gary parted his asscheeks with his hands and settled down on top of Jamie's face. He sat on her face, making the straps of leather that held her up cut deep into her flesh. His weight almost snapped Jamie's neck, but it didn't matter. The musky aroma of his filth-clotted asscrack made Jamie heave. Jamie lapped up and down the filthy asscrack. She lathered the shitty crevice with her tongue and slithered her lips up and down the crack to suck away all the spit her tongue had left behind. The taste of Gary's ass was ten times worse than the smell, and Jamie's empty stomach heaved and twisted until the pain wracked her whole body. Still, she sponged her tongue and kissed her lips over the soiled flesh. Pat pulled his fist from Jamie's cunt. It was dripping with cunt-cream and blood. Before the pulverized slit could begin to tighten, he fucked his other hand in, never missing a punishing stroke. A moment later, Jamie felt a strange pressure against her asshole. When she realized what it was, her heart beat fast with terror. Pat's well-lubricated hand was forcing its way into her tiny shitter. Jamie screamed up into the crack of Gary's ass. Then she began to force her tongue up into the tiny tunnel of his shitter. Gary moaned with pleasure as her tongue snaked up into his shitchute like a tiny, wet cock. He banged his hard, dripping prick against her pin-cushion tits, then smashed the needle-sprouting cones together and slid his cock through their silky cleavage. "Shake your ass, Jamie," Pat said, watching as her tiny asshole spread to accommodate the impossible intrusion of his pussy-slick fist. "You've never gotten it this good, have you, cheerleader? You've never had this good a fucking in your whole worthless, tight-assed life." "But you will again," Dave said as he stroked his rock-hard cock. He watched the helpless slave's brutal fist-fuck and desperate ass-slurping with equal fascination. "You'll get fucked so good and so much that that's about the only thing you'll think about." "And that's all you should be thinking about," Gary said, moaning with pleasure from the feel of Jamie's silky tits on his cock and her soft tongue in his asshole. "Because from now on all you are is a mouth, a cunt and an asshole all wrapped up in one slutty package." Jamie whimpered in agony and flinched as Pat's slippery fist popped fully into her tiny shitchute. The ring of her shitter stretched and tore as Pat's knuckles squeezed through. Her asscheeks looked as though they had been split in half, and her ass-ring was stretched so wide that it looked as though it might burst apart. It did tear, tiny trickles of blood slipping down her asscrack, but then Pat's fist was through, and he was ramming it up her shit-chute with all the power he could muster. Jamie's supple body went stiff as a board as Pat rammed his forearm up her pussy and asshole at the same time. She trembled uncontrollably, as if from a terribly high fever. And she planted her lips tightly around the winking bud of Gary's asshole and sucked on it desperately as her orgasm blasted through her overloaded body. Suddenly her mouth filled with a wash of something that was too base and earthy to be anything but shit. Jamie retched repeatedly, her lean, sexy body jerking with the force of her heaving. The watery shit ran down her throat and bubbled out over her lips. In an instant it was streaking down over her face to splatter against her throat and shoulder and the floor beneath her. Jamie tried to jerk her parted lips off Gary's asshole, but she was trapped between his asscheeks. A huge, barely solid turd pushed out of Gary's asshole and plopped between Jamie's lips. It filled her mouth, nudging its way into the back of her throat. Another turd came out after it. Jamie's mouth was already clogged with shit, but Gary rubbed his ass back over her face, smearing her perfect features with the dank stuff. Shit smeared up her nose and into her eyes, all over her beautiful face. Pat was going at her cunt and asshole like a fighter, slamming his fists into her so brutally that her body felt shattered beyond repair. His right fist pounded so far up her asshole that Jamie thought she could feel his fist pounding her stomach. His left fist banged against the inner walls of her womb so forcefully that Jamie could feel her internal organs being shoved and jostled. Gary lifted his ass off her face to drop his last turd across the bridge of her nose. It covered both of Jamie's eyes like a steaming, stinking blindfold. He used a handful of her hair to wipe his ass. Jamie uttered a long low moan as Gary used her hair for toilet paper. "Chew that shit!" Dave shouted, punching Jamie's pin-cushion tits until they flattened on her chest. "Chew it up and swallow it, you freaky shit-sucker!" Gary turned, pumping his cock like a madman. His cum burst from the head of his prick, splashing over Jamie's shit-streaked face. Dave stepped up beside him, and a moment later he was cumming too. They stood side by side and covered Jamie's beautiful defiled face with their gluey, filthy jism. It ran into her mouth and draped over her nose and slid over her shitcaked cheeks. Jism decorated the turd that crossed the bridge of her nose like icing. Gary shot a fat glob of fuck-cream that completely obscured Jamie's right eye. Pat pulled his forearms from Jamie's fuckholes and grabbed his cock just as it started spitting cum. His jism arched high over Jamie's shivering, needle-pierced body. It slapped down with loud, wet splats, drawing dirty white lines between her tits and down into the cup of her navel. He lowered his cock to fire a few bursts into the widespread, tattered mouth of her pussy. The jism pooled in her reamed out cunt, some sliding inside her and the rest trickling out onto the floor. Jamie chewed shit and swallowed shit as the three boys called her filthy names and laughed at how they had humbled her. "Now you know what you are," Gary said. He shoved his cock into her shitty mouth and started pissing. "We're going to keep doing this shit to you until you're fucking numb, until you're just a fucked out old whore. That should take a year or two. And you'll love every fucking minute of it. But first you've got a fucking job to do." When Gary finished pissing, Dave stepped up to take his turn. Then Pat stood up to take his. After Pat was done pissing, they made Jamie eat the turd that crossed her forehead. She came three times while they were pissing on her, then came twice more while she was chewing on the wad of shit. "What do you say now, whore?" Gary asked as Jamie swallowed the shit. "Thank you, Gary," she whispered. "What?" Gary screamed. "Speak up, you shitty, ugly slut!" "Thank you, Gary!" she cried, putting the last of her failing strength into the shout. "Thank you, Pat! Thank you, Dave!"Jamie couldn't keep herself from uttering a long, throaty moan at the stinging pain of the catch snapping against her breasts. "Hey, Jamie likes this shit!" the boy shouted. He snapped the bra against her breasts again, and half the football team laughed when Jamie's face went dreamy with passion and her legs shook beneath her. The boys circled Jamie. They were all big football players, and Jamie felt very tiny and helpless standing in their midst. That feeling made her even hotter. And when several of the boys started pulling their jockstraps down and revealing long, thickening cocks, it was all the submissive young beauty could do to keep from climaxing. "You like getting hit?" Tommy Moore, the cute senior quarterback asked. There was a look on his face that seemed to say he would very much like to hurt her. "You like getting belted around? Maybe you'd like it if we tied you down and fucked you until you can't stand up." "Yes!" Jamie gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I'd like that very much! Beat me! Whip me! Tie me up and fuck me until I can't stand it! Hurt me! Fuck me and hurt me and use me until I can't move a muscle!" "All right," one of the boys said. "I never knew you were such a slut, Jamie. You're a real hot-assed whore." Jamie tore at the clasp of her jeans, then yanked the zipper down. She skinned her way out of the pants slowly and sexily, kicked off the thongs she was wearing, and stood in the middle of the mob of boys dressed in only a sheer pair of black panties. She stripped those down too, and spread her legs far enough to offer a glimpse of her pink labia and her wiggling little clitoris. The boys at the academy had shaved away the last of her pubic hair, so there was nothing to obscure the sight of her luscious pussy. "You dirty whore," Morris said with something like wonder in his voice. "You shaved your fucking cunt! You're really hungry for some cock, aren't you?" "I want it so bad," she said in a sexy voice. She cupped her hand over her cunt and spread her labia wide for the boys' inspection. After a few moments she inserted two fingers up inside the pretty cunt. "I want it in my cunt, in my mouth, in my ass, between my breasts - anywhere you want. Just make it hard. Make it hurt." "Shit!" a boy yelled. "We've got a party here! Where the fuck are we going to take her?" "Penn Valley Park," Tommy said. "Way over on the west side there are some spots where nobody ever fucking goes. Bring some booze and we'll have a real fucking party." "I can't wait!" Jamie gasped, dropping to her knees and pulling at the front of Tommy's pants. "I need your cock right here!" She ran her fingers between her full, moist lips, sucking and licking at them as though they were a sweet little cock. Then she pulled Tommy's cock out of his pants and rubbed it over her face. As she knelt naked in the parking lot, inserting three fingers into her heating cunt and smearing Tommy's slowly hardening prick all over her beautiful face, the other boys moved in on her. She felt rough hands cupping her breasts, stroking her sides and legs, and pinching her perfect ass. Cocks brushed her face and shoulders. The boys were getting ready to give her the gang-bang she had begged for. "I've never seen a sweeter pussy," a boy said. "She said we could fuck her ass," another said. Jamie squeaked and wriggled her sexy ass when a boy stuck his finger up her anus. "Don't get nervous," another boy said. "She's nothing but a whore. Shit, she'll probably get ass-fucked fifty times before the night's over." Jamie rubbed Tommy's cock all over her face, smearing his pre-cum over her cheeks and nose and chin. Then she stuffed the swelling head of his cock between her lips. She slurped at it as noisily as she could, making the most obscene sucking and smacking noises possible. She rolled Tommy's cock over with her tongue, washed his cock with her saliva, then bobbed her head forward and took his cock all the way down her throat. All the time she was tickling his balls and pumping the fat shaft of his prick. Her cunt was convulsing around her three thrusting fingers, leaking arousal like a sieve. But more than her pistoning fingers or the luscious cock between her lips, it was what her old friends and schoolmates were saying about her that made Jamie explode into orgasm. "That tight little pussy looks like it could just eat you up." "I'm going to cum all over her face. I never thought I'd see innocent Jamie dripping with semen." "Suck that cock, bitch! Shit, look at the way she's taking that big prick!" "Shake your ass for us, Jamie! Bounce those sexy fucking breasts!" Jamie moaned, unable to stop the sensuous sway of her body. She bobbed her head fast on Tommy's cock, squirming her lips so tight around his shaft that he thought she was skinning him alive. Her ass danced back and forth, her anus flexing open and shut, her labia flapping like the wings of a pale pink butterfly. Arousal glistened inside her cunt, and Jamie rubbed her satiny thighs together as the orgasm crested. "Hey," one of the boys said, his eyes wide as he watched the first slow seeping of pussy-juice from her wiggling cunt, "I think Jamie's cumming. I think the bitch is getting off!" "Yes!" Jamie hissed, pulling her mouth off Tommy's cock and rubbing the fleshy shaft all over her upturned face. "The bitch is cumming! Look at the slut! She's creaming all over herself just sucking on a big, fat cock! I'm a sleazy little tramp, aren't I? I'm nothing but trash! Somebody ought to fuck my slutty little ass off!" She lapped at Tommy's dangling balls and pushed her pretty face between his legs so that she could run her tongue up his crack. She planted her lips on the ring of his anus and gave him a long, lingering kiss. All the time she ministered to his balls and anus she ran his saliva-slick prick all over her face. When she popped her head back out from between his legs her face was slimy with his pre-cum. She popped his cock back between her lips and swallowed it to the base with one steady, throat-clogging lunge. Boys' hands swarmed over her crotch, and someone pulled Jamie's fingers out of her cunt and replaced them with his own. Hands were swarming over her breasts, too. In fact, there wasn't an inch of Jamie's slender, sexy body that wasn't being pawed and probed by questing male fingers. A half dozen hands swarmed over her already-spasming cunt. They were poking and probing and pinching her sensitive pussy-flesh. Fingers from four different hands plunged into her cunt. Hands pulled her labia roughly in one direction and then another. Fingers pulled and pinched her clitoris, and Jamie squealed in a mixture of pain and lust, wondering if the less experienced boys of the Eastport football squad knew how much it hurt when they mishandled her sensitive nub in such a way. They pulled her sexy asscheeks wide apart and three fingers from three different hands poked into her anus. Other boys were pinching the tender flesh of her crack. Still others were slapping and pinching the softly rounded cheeks of her ass. Hands had descended on her breasts, too. Boys pulled her nipples and pinched her soft tit-flesh and crushed the upthrust mounds until they were distorted into strange shapes. Other boys stroked and petted her stomach, and pinched her long, sexy legs and slender, creamy arms. "Yes!" she cried around the mouthful of cock she was sucking. "No! Oh, you nasty motherfuckers! Do it! Do me good! So good! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Jamie writhed like an eel out of water, her sleek body twisting in a sinuous display of pure animal lust. She devoured Tommy's cock. Without warning, he began to spew his semen, and Jamie bobbed her head even more wildly. Her lips slurped as she fucked her face on his spurting cock. Soon the soupy mix of his cum and her saliva was flying everywhere, frosting his prick, webbing her lips and dangling from the bouncing cones of her breasts. It was as if the boys had reached into her cunt and grabbed the orgasm she had been having. Now they were holding it there, beating it into a froth with their diddling, pinching, pulling fingers. It kept growing and growing, never ebbing at all, just building and building and building endlessly. Jamie whimpered around her mouthful of gushing cock, blowing bubbles in the frothy mix of cum and spit that spilled out over the jerking shaft of Tommy's prick. She jerked her ass crazily from side to side. Her pussy-juice coated the fingers that spiked into her fuck-holes. It splattered her soft inner thighs and ran in tiny streams down to her knees and the hard blacktop of the parking lot. Jamie's anus gripped the fingers plunging inside it so hard that the boys could hardly pull them out. Her cunt wrung the fingers that were spearing inside it with a desperate strength. "What a hot-assed cunt," one of the boys said. He pulled his cock and rubbed it over the side of Jamie's face. "I've never seen such a fucking slut." "Tramp!" Tommy growled, clutching Jamie's head while she jerked off his cock with her lips. "Jamie, you should have told us what a trashy little slut you really are. Fuck, you could thank us for playing football every week." "Every day," another boy said. He was shoving three fingers into Jamie's cunt. Her pussy was spread unbelievably wide now, accommodating fifteen fingers from the hands of seven different boys. "Look at the way her pussy stretched. We could fuck her four at a time." "Yes!" Jamie hissed. Tommy's cock was only dripping now. Jamie still bobbed her head wildly, slurping up every bit of semen and saliva coating his long shaft of flesh. "Fuck me! Beat me! Hurt me! Do everything you've ever wanted to do to a girl!"She could only buck her ass back against the fingers and grind her hips to make sure they filled every nook and cranny inside her. The mass finger-fucking was hurting her terribly, stretching the mouth of her cunt farther than Pat's fist-fucking had. That was one of the reasons she was cumming so hard. Jamie writhed and shivered. Her sultry little body was bathed in sexual sweat. Her flat stomach trembled with passion, her lush thighs shivered as they spread wider and wider before the crush of male hands. Her breasts were swelling, her nipples getting thicker and longer with each pinch or slap they received. Jamie looked up at Tommy and the others and smiled happily. Her face sparkled with sweat and was twisted with the strain of being mauled by so many demanding male hands. But it was also ecstatic, shining with pure pleasure. Her lush lips were moistly parted. Her smile revealed a mouthful of white cum. Jamie gulped it down noisily as the boys watched in excited wonder. "Yummmmmm!" she moaned, her eyes dreamy, a tiny smile on her lips. "That tasted soooo good! Who wants to be next to give me a little drink?" "Me, slut!" a boy shouted, and pushed his penis at Jamie's face just as the first thick, white trail of semen erupted from the end of his cock. "Suck on this, you hot-assed tramp!" Blinding cock-slime squirted into Jamie's eyes. More slopped over the bridge of her nose and splattered against her cheek. The boy hit Jamie with his cock, bruising her lips and stinging her nose while he covered her face in semen. Jamie yelped from the burning pain that stung her eyes and tried to turn her head away from the wash of semen. Hands twisted in her hair, pulling her face around to meet the jolting slaps of the boy's cock and the fluid wash of his cum. "You like that?" a boy asked, and the others laughed. "You like that, Jamie? Damn, but you're a slutty little cunt!" "I love it!" Jamie gasped. She opened her mouth wide, but the boy didn't seem to want to shoot his semen there. Instead he spurted it all over her face. "I love cum! I love having cum all over my face!" Jamie undulated as the boy slapped her with his fountaining cock. She humped her ass on the multitude of fingers that fucked into her pussy. Her lean, sensuous body writhed in a supple display of sexual desire. One orgasm after another poured through her body. "Hey, look at this!" a boy cried. "I can stick my whole fist up Jamie's cunt! What a hungry little whore!" Jamie screamed as one of the boys with his fingers in her cunt balled his hand into a fist and fucked it deep inside her. Tommy and another boy grabbed her wrists and twisted her arms brutally behind her back, tying them together with jockstraps at her wrists and elbows. Another boy stepped up and started unloading his semen load all over Jamie's face. The sexy young slave screamed in sudden agony, squirming both in excitement and in a desperate attempt to escape the pain she was feeling. Another boy slid his hand inside her cunt, then balled it into a fist once it was inside. Suddenly there were two fists fucking inside her cunt at the same time, and there were still at least a dozen fingers poking around the edges of her widespread pussy. "No!" she screamed. As she opened her mouth, another boy stepped close with a spurting cock and doused her mouth with a cupful of gooey white semen. Jamie spat it all over herself as she screamed again. "Noooooo!" "This is what you said you wanted!" One of the fist fuckers laughed, fucking his forearm relentlessly inside Jamie's overheated pussy. "And your cunt's sure as fuck big enough! What you been fucking, Jamie, horses?" Jamie shuddered uncontrollably, her lithe body drawn tight as the two boys pounded their fists inside her. Her mind began to unhinge as a third boy forced his hand up inside her, forcing the boys who were still fucking her with their fingers to pull aside. He rolled his hand into a fist as soon as his wrist popped through the tearing mouth of her pussy. Suddenly there were three fists inside her at once! "No!" she cried. The pain was incredible. She had never imagined that her own friends and schoolmates could be so cruel. "Please stop. I didn't want to do this! They made me get you to fuck me!" "Too late for bullshit now, Jamie," Morris said, stepping up with a crusted yellow jockstrap held gingerly in his fingertips. "You're a slut, no doubt about it. And you begged us for this. Now we're going to have a party, and we've got forty party favors we can't wait to give you." "No!" Jamie cried hollowly. The three boys were beating her cunt to one orgasm after another. "No!" Her cunt was almost unrecognizable spread around the three thick wrists. It was as though her pussy had been pierced by three huge tree branches. Fresh blood was trickling from the mouth of her cunt, but there wasn't very much. A week at the Rener Academy had stretched her pussy pretty wide. Inside her cunt was taking an even worse beating. Try as they might the boys couldn't give her a real fist fucking with all three of their hands stuffed inside her. There were simply limits to what the human body could stand. But just the presence of three balled fists in her cunt was tearing Jamie apart. Her legs were spread out so wide by the intrusion that they felt dislocated. Her pelvis seemed to be separating. Even the tiny mouth to her womb was spread wide by the unnatural stretching, and when one of the boys realized that he, speared his middle finger into the hole. Jamie screamed insanely and went into convulsions as the boy plunged his finger deep inside her. Only the restraining hands of the boys kept her from toppling to the ground. An orgasm exploded inside her. A glut of pussy cream washed through her cunt that made all three boys pull their fists out of her in disgust. "Here, Jamie, you sweet little thing," Morris said sarcastically while Jamie was still thrashing spastically from her awful, pain-wracked orgasm. "A slut like you couldn't be homecoming queen, but in honor of the service you're doing for us, we thought we would make you slime queen! Here's your crown, baby!" He pulled the dirty jockstrap down over her face like a helmet, pushing the dirtiest part of the crotch over Jamie's nose and into her mouth. A boy bombarded her face with semen, soiling her, and the jockstrap even more. Jamie's orgasm exploded again. And then she realized that there would be one difference. The academy boys had kidnapped her, held her against her will, used force to turn her into a slut. They were strangers who hated her. These were guys she had known all her life, guys she had always thought were her friends. And she had begged them to do every painful, degrading thing they could think of to her sexy young body. Jamie cried as she understood what that meant. She was never going to escape what Gary and his friends had done to her. The boys at the academy had turned her into a junkie, and her drug was torture and rape and humiliation. "Get the whore into the van!" Tommy growled, and Jamie was hauled into the air. It was time for her to get her fix. CHAPTER ELEVEN The edge of the park was deserted, as Tommy had claimed it would be. When they got there, the boys laid Jamie out on the back of the van and started the gang-bang in earnest. Jamie squirmed and screamed her way through twenty orgasms as one boy after another slipped between her widespread legs. Jamie's arms were bound behind her, and each time one of the boys pounded down on her helpless body she felt as though her elbows or wrists were going to slip. The helplessness and pain only made her more excited. The boys fucked her with short, brutal strokes, clawed at her breasts, and slobbered over her face. And as they fucked her and cursed her and mocked her, Jamie climaxed again and again. She had been reduced to a sex-toy in their eyes, a slutty little tramp who was fit for fucking and hurting and making fun of. The ultimate degradation of having been turned into a whore in the eyes of her friends turned Jamie on like nothing else that had happened. It was late that afternoon before the boys pulled Jamie out of the back of the van. Her pussy was swollen almost shut, and the seat was soaked with her sweat and puddled with the semen that had leaked from her cunt. The boys pulled Jamie roughly to her feet, and as she wobbled under their guidance to the front of the van, huge clots of gluey semen poured down over the lips of her cunt, ran in rivers down her legs, and lay glistening on the ground. "You're leaving a trail of semen, Jamie," a boy said cruelly. They laid Jamie face-down over the hood of the van, making her spread her legs wide apart. Then they took turns fucking her ass the same way they had taken turns fucking her cunt. Jamie's climaxes continued as the boys smashed her into the hard, cold hood. Her pert little breasts flattened against the unyielding metal. The air was forced from her lungs every time a huge boy's body sandwiched her into the side of the van. Each ass-fucking stole a little more of her energy, made her legs a little more wobbly and her balance a little less certain. Before long her lean, sexy legs were streaked with semen. Boys turned her head this way and that as they ass-fucked her, making her French-kiss them, and biting and spitting on her face and throat and shoulders while they fucked her overworked anus. By the time the last boy had shot his semen up her soaked, clasping asshole Jamie was nearly unconscious. She took two stumbling steps away from the hood of the van and collapsed into the gravel that lined the side of the road. The boys pulled her back up to her knees and ordered her to give them blow-jobs. "Stick your tongue into my piss-slit!" "Suck on my balls, bitch!" "Don't swallow my cum, slut! Hold it in your mouth and then drool it out!""Yeah, that's it!" "Tilt your head back. Yeah! Right up your nose, Jamie! Right up your fucking nose!" Each boy made her do something different. Whatever order they gave her, Jamie meekly followed. Before long, the jockstrap crown Morris had put on her head was soaked with fuck-cream. A short time later, the boys pulled it off her head and made her suck it clean before they tossed it away. Then it was back to more sucking. Jamie's knees were chafed raw and bleeding by the gravel she knelt on. Her lips were bruised and swollen by the rough slide of cocks and the beating of prick-heads against her mouth. Her face was so plastered with jism that she looked as though she were wearing a mask. Her tits were painted with the same dirty shade of silver. When it was over, the boys were tired. Tommy pulled her body over to a thick tree. With the help of a couple other boys, he forced the fucked-out cheerleader to stand up, and then he circled her arms and legs around the trunk and tied them tightly in place. "Noooooo!" Jamie cried weakly. She knew that nothing she wanted mattered, but she couldn't keep from crying out at the horrible pain that lanced through her arms and shoulders and legs and hips from the unnatural way she had been bound, hugging the tree. "No... this hurts really bad! Aren't you done?" "You said you wanted to get beaten, Jamie," Tommy said with a smile, winking at the other boys and pulling his belt from his pants. "You said you wanted to get hurt." Every boy on the football team took part in her beating. They whipped her with their belts. They whipped her with switches they got from the surrounding woods. They whipped her with lengths of rope from the back of the van. Morris even beat her with the tow chain for a while, and then they stuffed the chain up her ass, giving her a long metal tail to shake while they continued her punishment. Jamie came a dozen times while they were beating her. She hugged the tree desperately. The longer they beat her, the hotter she became. By the time her ass and back were covered with bright red welts, she was humping the tree as though it were the world's sweetest, most delightful cock. The brutal scratching of the bark was almost as painful as the lashing of the belts and switches that were scoring her tender flesh, and it turned her on even more. "Shake that slutty ass!" a boy shouted, leaving a blood-red streak across her jiggling asscheeks. "Wag your tail, you doggy bitch!" another boy shouted, lashing his belt savagely across Jamie's shoulders. "Wag your tail just like the little lap-dog bitch you are!" Jamie dropped her head against the tree and cried as the boys paused in her whipping to examine the way her cunt-juice had soaked the bark. A few of them plunged their fingers up into her cunt. Tommy slammed his belt up against the swollen lips of her pussy, and Morris slapped her cunt with a switch. More than a few of the boys took the opportunity to give Jamie a kiss, or bite her arms or throat or face, or just spit on her as though she were a heap of old smelly garbage. Then they went back to whipping her. The boys got hot again as they whipped her, and before long they were having to take breaks for a boy to step up behind her and shove his cock up her cunt or asshole. The fucks were inhumanly painful for the sexy girl, crushing her svelte body brutally into the hard, rough tree, but the boys didn't care. They just laughed at the way the chain wagged back and forth when she shook her ass, at the way cum joined her pussy-cream in streaming down the bark of the tree. The boys pulled the chain out of her asshole when they wanted to fuck her there, then stuffed it back up inside her when they were finished. The pain of being started up like a lawnmower made Jamie tremble and whine, but the boys thought it looked hilarious and they couldn't seem to do it enough. Finally, the boys tired of the game. Only Tommy continued her beating. He seemed to want to beat her to death. When the last of the other boys had gone back to the van to drink beer and rest, Tommy switched from belt to switch to rope, lashing Jamie until she was bloody, not seeming to be satisfied until he had scored every inch of her creamy skin. "You still having fun, bitch?" he shouted, slapping her face with the switch, taking a break only to spit on her and switch weapons. "You still want us to keep going?" "Hurts!" Jamie whimpered, no longer exactly sure of what was happening, aware only of the pleasure that tickled her worn-out cunt and the pain that bathed every other inch of her body. "Hurts so good!" Tommy screamed with rage and beat her harder. Finally, it took all of the boys to convince him to stop. By that time, Jamie hung unconscious from the tree. Her slender, sexy body was so still that some of the football players were afraid they might have gang-banged her to death. When they cut her down from the tree, they saw that she was still alive, though, and that although she was unconscious, her cunt was still spasming and leaking slick pussy-cream. The sight excited some of the boys so much they wanted to fuck Jamie some more. They tied her knees to her shoulders with more jockstraps and shot their cum into her one after another. Even the boys who had had enough of the night-long gang-rape took another turn, not wanting to be considered wimps by their friends. Jamie came awake after the first few fucks, screaming her way incoherently through an unending orgasm. Before long, the boys' cum was brimming over her sloppy cunt. This time, the overflow of cock-slime cascaded into her face. Jamie opened her mouth for it, swallowing all she could and letting the rest pollute her face even more thoroughly than it already had. A lot of the boys pulled their cocks out of her cunt when they came and blasted their fuck-juice right into Jamie's beautiful, passive face. Before long, she was unrecognizable beneath a thick, slimy mass of dry and wet jism. After the last boy had fed her the last of his jism, Jamie was still cumming. Her body was covered with welts, bruises, and cock-slime. She looked as though she had taken on an army division in a week-long orgy. But her pussy was still squirming, her asshole still flexing. The tired boys collected a couple of beer bottles and fucked them inside her. They made her cum constantly, cum painfully, for over an hour. When they tired of the game, they untied her knees from her shoulders, but they left the bottles fucked deep inside her. "We got to get going, Jamie," one of the boys said. "You want a ride?" "Yeah," another boy said with a laugh, "we could drop you off at your house." "A whorehouse more likely," another boy said. Jamie scooped clotted jism out of her eyes and stared up at them. The boys began to feel uncomfortable, and none of them wanted to go near the girl they had just fucked into insensibility. "Piss on me!" she gasped. A huge glut of jism poured out over her lips as she opened her mouth to speak. It streamed down over her chin and throat in a wave of solid, dirty white. "Piss all over me! All of you! I'm nothing but trash! I ought to get pissed on! It's all I'm good for! Piss on me and show me what kind of whore I really am!" "Right on, Jamie," Tommy said, and aimed his cock right at her eyes. "All over your trampy, cum-sucking face." Jamie screamed as his piss scalded her eyes. She blinked them shut, and then Tommy was pissing over her nose and into her open mouth. Other boys started pissing. They hosed her body down with a dozen streams of piss, then two dozen. Before long, almost every boy on the football team was drenching Jamie's sleek young body in his stinking yellow piss. Jamie writhed in ecstasy as the boys pissed on her. Her sinuous, sultry body twisted and rippled in a display of raw, sluttish sex. Before long, her creamy, welted skin glistened with piss. Boys pissed into her cunt and into her ass. More than anywhere else, the boys pissed over her beautiful face and into her open mouth. They laughed at her and called her names while they watched her swallowing steaming mouthfuls of their dirty piss, and each time she had emptied her mouth, they filled it up again. Jamie couldn't stop cumming. Her cunt and asshole gripped the bottles that pierced them until they were close to shattering. Her cunt poured so much fuck-cream that the bottle filled with it. Her ass clutched the one bottle so fiercely that it shot it out. The boys pissed until the ground beneath Jamie had been pounded into mud, and she squirmed in the filthy black muck, painting her body in the pissy soil. Too soon, it was over. Jamie cried out at the loss when the last of the boys stopped pissing. She had been fucked and beaten almost to death. Her life at her old school had been destroyed. She had been defiled by the very people who had always been her friends. Now she lay limp in piss-soaked mud, her lean, sexy body streaked with cum and filth and pussy cream, and soaked with piss. A quart beer bottle stuck out of her cunt, almost half full with her own pussy-cream. But if the boys left her, she would be alone. No one would be fucking her. No one would be hurting her. Jamie didn't think she could stand it. "More!" she cried out desperately. "Please fuck the slut some more!" "Shit," Morris said. "We fuck you anymore and we'll have a dead tramp on our hands. Come back tomorrow after we kick the Academy's little military asses. Maybe we'll have another party." "Or maybe not," another boy said cruelly. "We might have some real girls willing to fuck us tomorrow. Respectable girls, you know. They'll be all happy after we win the game. You know, you can fuck a slut anytime, but you've got to jump at your chances with real girls." Jamie cried at the boy's words. "Here, bitch, have a present," Tommy said, squatting down over her."A last little party favor, huh, Jamie?" Jamie knew what to expect even before the first turd slipped out of Tommy's asshole. She came as it splatted down on top of her tits. He laid his second, long, curling turd on the flat, quivering plane of Jamie's stomach, and her orgasm grew hotter at the filthy smell and wet feel of the shit on her belly. He scooted up over her body like a crab before his third turd dropped out. Half of it landed on the tip of Jamie's nose, and the rest of it curled down over her lips. He dropped his last turd right between Jamie's eyes. He used her hand to wipe his ass, grabbing her wrist and making her rub his shitter clean. Jamie came while she was doing that, too. "Damn, Tommy, you're one gross motherfucker," Morris said as Tommy trotted to the van. "Shit! It's fucking four o'clock in the morning! Oh shit, if coach knew, he'd fucking kill us!" "Well, he doesn't have to know, does he?" Tommy snapped. "And he better fucking never. Bye, Jamie, you scuzzy whore. See you at the game tomorrow. Maybe you can give some blow-jobs at halftime." A moment after the van drove away, a car stopped beside her. Dave, Gary, and Pat got out. "Looks natural, doesn't she?" Dave asked with a grin. "Those lousy creeps won't have a chance tomorrow," Pat said. "They'll be so fucked-out and worn-out that we'll mow right over them. Congratulations, general." "Like any good commander," Gary said, "I'm only as good as the men under my command. In this case, the men and sluts under my command. You look good, whore. You look just the way you ought to." Jamie was slick with piss. Her sleek, sexy body was streaked with cum and mud and dotted with wet brown turds. Cum dripped from her cunt. Cum dribbled from her weakly flexing shitter. Dave grabbed the bottle out of her cunt and pushed it between her lips. He held it upside-down until every drop of her pussy-cream had drained out of the bottle and down her throat. Jamie came twice while he was doing it. "That was a very successful first mission, slut," Gary said. "But you've got one fucking lot of work left to do." "And you've got to stay in training, too," Pat said. "I saw that little trick they did with three fists. I think we might try three feet sometime real soon." "Turn her over," Gary said, and Dave grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her onto her stomach. "This is a present for you, Jamie. A present, just so you'll always know who you are, and what you are." Jamie had an instant to see the blazing hot iron Gary held in his hand. A simple sentence was stenciled on it. It read: "Please fuck me hard." A moment later, Jamie saw the similar iron that Pat was holding. It read: "I'm a slut." She tried to get away. She knew that this would be the end, that once they had branded her with the two irons, she would never be able to go back. For as long as she lived, she would be a toy for the men around her, a pretty, mindless animal to be fucked and hurt and ridiculed. Dave held her tight, though, and a moment later, she realized that it was already too late for her. Jamie stopped struggling and let Pat push the first brand into her left asscheek. The pain was awful. She could smell her own smoking flesh and hear the sizzle as the brand burned into her. But she came. And a moment later, she came again. She had to, because Gary was branding her other asscheek. The pain made her cry and shiver, but it seemed to the dazed, beautiful slave that it was for the best. Now every boy and man she met would know what she was. And they would do whatever they wanted to do to her, whenever they wanted, wherever they wanted, as much as they wanted. She decided she would show her brands to every man and boy she ever knew, and tell them to bring their friends. She never went back to school, and never got a job or even a place to live. She just let men pass her around, and slept wherever she lay when they finished raping her and beating her. Sometimes it was a man's house or apartment, sometimes in a car or van, sometimes in an alley or parking lot. She didn't care, as long as she got what she wanted, what she deserved.

Chapter One

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The StoryMaster

The Obligation - Part Two

"Is that you, dear?" Melissa's mother called from the pantry. "Yes, Mom," the pretty teenager replied. She winced slightly when she turned a little too quickly to shut the kitchen door behind herself. She had to move fast though, if she wanted to make it through the kitchen and into the relative safety of the hallway before her mom emerged from the pantry. She much preferred not to have to face her mother just now. Melissa breathed a sigh of relief when after three or four rather ungraceful waddling steps she made it into the hall and proceeded in the direction of her room. "Trevor called. He wanted you to call him back as soon as you got home," Melissa heard her mother say as she reached her bedroom door. "OK, Mom," Melissa answered, opening the door and disappearing inside. Stepping gingerly, she crossed the room and fell face down into the pile of stuffed animals atop the fluffy comforter on her bed. "How could she talk to Trevor? How could she talk to Trevor ever again?" she thought miserably. Then after a good cry, Melissa fell into a fitful sleep. Her dreams were dark and filled with disturbing images and confusing, helter-skelter scenes in which, incredible as it may seem, she was having sex with Mr. Johnson, her American History teacher, but that simply couldn't be! In her dream, the man's hands were everywhere, and then suddenly he was making love to her. "No, that wasn't exactly correct, was it?" As her nightmare progressed, Melissa slowly came to the realization that it was she who was in motion. As though she were having an out of body experience, she saw herself standing with her hands braced against a table or a desk of some sort, and in horror, she looked on as her other self rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. "Oh, no! God, no!" Melissa cried in her subconscious mind, for suddenly it became abundantly clear to the beautiful fifteen-year-old that it was she who was doing all the lovemaking and not her shadowy lover. It was she who was fucking him! In her slumbering state, Melissa groaned softly. Unconsciously, one hand crept down to her lower abdomen, while the other moved to her breast. "Ohhh," she groaned aloud. He was so big! And he was hurting her. Her tummy ached terribly with a deep, throbbing...what? Desire? Mindlessly, Melissa rolled from side to side on her bed, while in her dreams the pain in her abdomen intensified. Then, as will often happen in a dreamscape, the scene changed. Suddenly Trevor was there, seated cross-legged on the desk right in front of her. He was watching her, studying her actually, while she made love. "Oh, Trev," Melissa whimpered. Then she gasped abruptly when her lover's huge engine invaded her once again. "I'm sorry, Trev," Melissa said dejectedly. Her handsome beau looked so very sad. Then Trevor was speaking to her, but Melissa couldn't understand him, and suddenly he didn't seem at all upset about the situation. "Why doesn't he help me?" she thought angrily. "Doesn't he care that another man is having his way with me?" Melissa thought indignantly. Then, once again, the dreamscape shifted, and Melissa found herself seated beside Trevor on the tabletop, facing herself and her older lover. She watched as the man who looked a lot like Mr. Johnson used one hand to press downward on the small of her back, forcing her to arch for him. It was utterly mortifying, and when Melissa looked toward Trevor to see what his reaction would be to the way she was being treated, she was astounded to see that her beau gave no sign that he objected in the least to what was being done to her. Melissa heard herself groan loudly, and turned to see that her lover had reached up under her torso and was squeezing and kneading her tender breasts as the hazy ordeal continued. It was then that Melissa's attention was drawn to her facial expression as she watched herself writhe wantonly in the older man's hands. She fully expected to see distress and anguish etched upon her face, so you can imagine her shock when what Melissa saw was anything but a look of pain or suffering. As she looked on with growing horror, Melissa perceived her facial expressions changing much like a slide presentation. Seated beside her silent boyfriend, Melissa watched her clear blue eyes open wide with wonder, then slowly they became hazy and distant. Her cheeks were flushed, and a sheen of perspiration glowed upon her forehead and upper lip. She was breathing heavily, her ribs plainly visible beneath her flawless skin with each gasping breath. Melissa watched herself slowly lower her head between her arms, allowing her soft blond locks to sway freely to the timing of her lover's cadence. Dream time passed. It could have been minutes... or hours... or even days that she rocked to and fro in the hands of her phantom lover. Melissa raised her head and looked to her left to where Trevor was seated, and was startled to discover that she was now witnessing the scene through his eyes. The real shock came, however, when she realized that what she saw through Trevor's eyes was her dream self becoming aroused and even passionate. "No!" Melissa cried and awoke with a start. At first, she was disoriented and shaken, but gradually her breathing slowed as she realized that she was lying in her own bed in her own room. For a few seconds, the pretty teen lay bathed in blessed relief, believing that it had all been a ghastly dream. She glanced at the digital alarm clock on her bedside table. It was almost eight-thirty. She'd missed dinner, but perhaps there were some leftovers in the fridge that she could use to whip together a quick meal for herself. "I'm starving," she thought to herself as she raised up and rolled onto her side. No sooner did Melissa swing her legs over the edge of her bed and shift her weight forward in an effort to stand, than she received a sharp reminder of the reality of the afternoon she'd spent with Mr. Benjamin Johnson. "Ugghh," the pretty teen grunted then jumped to her feet to relieve the sudden pain and pressure in her nether region. She reached back and touched the hard plastic flange. The feel of it, and its foreignness made her cringe as slowly memories and images began to form in her mind. Melissa recalled how her history teacher, had initially inserted the despicable device into her vagina in order to lubricate it, then after removing it from there, he'd proceeded to push the small torpedo-shaped appliance up into her rear end. Then, to add to her humiliation, Mr. Johnson had informed her that he wanted her to leave the hideous object in place until the next day. Naturally, Melissa had argued the point, but Mr. Johnson wasn't about to capitulate. In the end, Melissa had left his office and the scene of her first sexual undoing, pantyless and bearing a small memento of her newly established relationship with her history teacher. The thought of it made her skin crawl. At first, it had hurt like hell, but in a surprisingly short time, her body had adjusted to the foreign object, leaving Melissa with a dull sensation of fullness back there, kinda like she needed to use the toilet. It hadn't taken long for her to figure out that if she moved slowly, the dull pain the thing produced in her belly was at least tolerable. Melissa wanted nothing more than to take a nice hot bath. She felt dirty all over, and when she took a moment to inspect herself, she found a sticky mess between her legs. Her soft pubic curls were all matted together, and there was a viscous, musky odor which hung about her like a shroud. She felt disgusting. In addition, Melissa remembered that she'd been rather short with her Mom earlier that afternoon. Melissa was never rude to her mother and felt badly about it. It wasn't quite nine o'clock, and she knew she had time before the rest of the family turned in for the night. She would apologize to her Mom right after her bath. Melissa waddled toward the bathroom, shedding her clothing along the way. Pausing briefly, she studied her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She didn't look that much worse for wear, actually. Her breasts were a little red and sore, as Mr. Johnson had taken great pleasure in mauling those smallish cones with his big hands. Other than that, there were no visible signs whatsoever of Melissa's afternoon engagement with her history teacher. The real effects of her first coupling were internal, and to Melissa, they were very noticeable. She'd never experienced that particular kind of soreness before. It was a dull, penetrating sort of ache that Melissa found to be not altogether unpleasant in spite of the circumstances of her liaison with Mr. Johnson.Although she hated the man for what he'd done to her, subconsciously Melissa felt a peculiar sense of completeness, and this presented a new and thoroughly confusing emotional conflict for her. She turned to the side to view her profile, and there it was. The flange of the anal plug that Melissa bore was in the shape of a rounded rectangle about two inches by one inch, and was nestled snugly between her buttocks such that her soft flesh was indented around it. Melissa frowned and touched the thing again. The idea that she could be forced at the whim of a total stranger to endure having a foreign object placed into her body was utterly abhorrent to her, but if the truth be known, deep down in her subconscious where her "inner female" resided, Melissa felt mild excitement at the site of the hard plastic pressed between her fleshy globes. The barrel of the device lay completely hidden from view, occupying the first three inches of Melissa's rectal passage. It was rounded at the tip and approximately three-quarters of an inch in diameter except where it narrowed at its neck. The design caused the appliance to interact with the first anal sphincter, allowing the rubbery toroidal muscle to actually draw the device inward, holding it firmly in place. For those of you who have joined our story late, Melissa Carpenter, age fifteen, has just recently entered into an obligatory relationship with her American History teacher, Mr. Benjamin Johnson. Ben Johnson had been admiring Melissa from afar for quite some time and recently was fortunate enough to have discovered the means by which he could convince the vivacious little blonde to spend some quality time with him. At the time, Melissa was dating a very popular student by the name of Trevor Williams, and the young couple were always together. Trevor was a fine young man, the son any father could be proud of. He was a talented athlete, an exceptional student, and he was totally devoted to Melissa Carpenter. Trevor Williams also had the reputation of being impeccably honest. So when Melissa came to him, begging him to help her pass her mid-term exams by supplying her with the answers to her American History test, Trevor was, needless to say, torn between his strong morals and his desire to please Melissa. In the end, Melissa was able to win the young man over, but in Trevor's defense, you will wish to note that she was and is an exquisitely lovely young lady. And at the tender age of sixteen, Trevor Williams was ill-equipped to resist the kind of allure and enchantment that the beautiful Melissa Carpenter brought to bear upon him. Melissa Carpenter was 5'-5" tall and weighed approximately 116 pounds. She had strawberry blonde hair that she was in the habit of wearing up with straight bangs and a short ponytail. The immaculate shape of her nubile young body was the stuff that wars are fought over. At age twelve, Melissa began turning heads, and by the time of this writing, she occupied the secret dreams and desires of virtually every male she encountered, young and old alike. With square shoulders, broad hips, and a slender waist, Melissa was perfectly proportioned for her height and weight. Her breasts, although a little on the small side, were nonetheless delicately shaped cones of flawless flesh, firm and every so slightly pointed at the tips. And her derriere, now there was a dream maker. When Melissa Carpenter strode the hallways of her school, there were always numerous collisions between distracted males in her wake, turning their heads to get a better look. In addition, Melissa had a face that Michelangelo would kill for. At a fairly young age, she discovered "the power of pretty," and in a relatively short period of time, she'd developed it into an art form. Melissa knew exactly how to glance at a boy in order to bend him to her will. Her lips were full, and her mouth slightly pouty and extremely expressive. Melissa knew precisely how to flash her big blue eyes in order to get her way. On the other hand, those same sensual blue pools could instantly turn the grey-green color of a storm-swept sea if she was displeased. In short, Melissa Carpenter was, in the minds of many, an absolute work of art. Ironically, it was her ability to sway the hearts and minds of men that landed Melissa in her current predicament. She managed without a great deal of difficulty to convince her boyfriend, Trevor, that the rewards at which she hinted would be well worth the sacrifice of his honor and integrity, and that's how Melissa came by the answers to the exam. As it turned out, her tactics were sound, but her strategy wasn't well thought out at all. Melissa wasn't a stupid child by any stretch of the imagination, but she tended to be somewhat impulsive. For example, she'd been turning in barely passing grades the entire semester, then suddenly she practically aces the mid-term. Highly suspicious, I'd say, and so said Benjamin Johnson, her teacher. After confronting Melissa with what amounted to irrefutable evidence of cheating, Benjamin devised a method by which she could make restitution for her wrongdoings. The plan naturally involved Melissa consenting to have sex with him, which understandably was not at all popular with the pretty teenager. Fortunately though, Mr. Johnson had a little extra leverage in the form of Trevor's involvement in Melissa's transgressions, which he used to encourage her to cooperate. Melissa was still exhausted, and as she slid into the warm water, she found that she needed to turn slightly to one side, reclining on one hip lest she bring pressure to bear against the exposed end of the device buried in her rectum. But the bath water was so wonderfully soothing that after thirty minutes, she began to feel almost human again. More than once, Melissa toyed with the idea of removing the repulsive device. "How would he ever know?" she reasoned. One time, she even reached back, and with some difficulty, grasped the flange of the embedded anal appliance and gave it a gentle tug. Melissa quickly discovered that the thing was in there pretty tight. She found she could twist the device one way or the other without causing herself too much discomfort, but when she tried to pull on it, she instantly got this really "yucky" feeling in her belly. It wasn't painful exactly, just "yucky". Melissa decided to leave it alone for the time being, discovering that unless she messed with it or sat on it, the thing really wasn't all that noticeable anymore. "Are you alright, Melissa?" her mother asked when the pretty teenager wandered into the kitchen. The older woman's concern for her daughter was obvious in both her voice and her expression. "I looked in on you last night, but you were sleeping so soundly that I didn't want to wake you." Melissa gave her mother a puzzled look. "Wha.. What do you mean, Mom? It's only nine o'clock." Melissa's mother stopped what she was doing and turned to face her lovely teenage daughter. She looked very worried now. "It's nine o'clock in the morning, Melissa," she said. "Are you sure you're feeling OK, dear?" her mom asked as she dried her hands on a dish towel then went to her young daughter. "Yeah, Mom, really," Melissa insisted as her mother took her by the shoulders. "You don't look sick," the older woman said, placing her hand on Melissa's forehead. "And you don't appear to have a fever." Melissa's mother put her fingers under her daughter's chin and made her look up at her. Then, gazing into the pretty teenager's eyes, she asked in a sterner voice, "You haven't been drinking or anything, have you, young lady?" Melissa squirmed and turned away. She didn't appreciate being scrutinized in such a manner, even though she knew that her mother was genuinely concerned for her well-being. "Noo, Mother!" she huffed in a decidedly exasperated tone of voice. "You know I wouldn't do that," she said, acting insulted that her mom would suggest such a thing. Melissa had never touched alcohol or drugs, or even tobacco, and she took great pride in the way she conducted her personal affairs. She thought of herself as a good, wholesome, American teenager. "Why, I've never even had sex," she thought to herself. Then, with a start, she brought a hand to her mouth, and her eyes stared unseeing. Her mother noticed her pretty daughter's face grow paler, and her expression become dark and distant. "What is it, Melissa? Tell me, dear," the older woman insisted and shook her daughter gently. For at least a minute, Melissa remained lost in sullen thought. Then, eventually, she snapped out of it and tried to put on a brave face for her mother's benefit, but only after concluding that from this moment on, she would have to adopt a new self-image. "I'm alright, Mom, really," she said and tried to smile, even though that was the last thing on Earth Melissa felt like doing. "I just have a little headache, that's all, and yesterday, I was feeling kinda nauseous. Maybe I had a twenty-four-hour flu bug or something," she offered, praying her mother would cease and desist with her interrogation, well-intentioned as it might have been. "Can you make me something to eat? I'm really starved," the pretty teen said in an effort to change the subject once and for all. Her mother continued to stare at her for several rather uncomfortable seconds before, at last, she said, "Well, alright then. If you're sure you're OK." "I'm alright, Mother. I promise," Melissa insisted with just a hint of impatience. "But I'm really famished." "I guess you are," her mom said in a little bit brighter tone of voice. "You missed dinner last night, you know," she scolded as she turned toward the refrigerator. "That's just not like you, dear." "Don't start again, please, Mom," Melissa pleaded as she went to the kitchen table and plopped down into a chair.The pretty teenager was barely able to suppress an audible groan when the disgusting thing that Mr. Johnson had placed into her rear end jabbed upward into some very tender tissues, practically knocking the wind out of her. Melissa shot a quick glance in her mother's direction, and thankfully her back was turned, or she most certainly would have noticed the color drain from her young daughter's face and a distinct line of perspiration spring to her forehead. "A Mr. Johnson called for you about thirty minutes ago, dear," Melissa's mother said, as she rummaged about in the refrigerator. "He said he's your history teacher. Is that right?" Melissa's blood ran cold, and she had to concentrate to keep her voice steady. "Y...yeah, Mom, he's my teacher. W..what did he want? Did he say?" the teenager asked, fearing the worst. "Well, he said that he'll be tutoring you each week, something about advanced social studies or the like," her mother prattled on as she set a Tupperware container on the counter. "Anyway, he said that Trevor's involved too, and that he wants the two of you to come to his home this evening to begin your studies," the older woman went on, not noticing the expression of growing alarm on her pretty daughter's face. "He said you can stay for dinner, and that you might be quite late getting home, which is fine with me, dear, since your father and I have plans anyway." Melissa's heart was going ninety miles an hour, and she tried desperately to appear calm as her mother turned and set a bowl of cantaloupe wedges in front of her. Melissa couldn't think of anything to say, so she sat staring at the bowl of fruit while her thoughts raced. "What wickedness does he have planned?" the distressed teenager wondered. "And why involve Trevor?" "Anyway, dear, Mr. Johnson said to be at his home at around five and to come as you are, whatever that means." Melissa almost choked on a piece of cantaloupe. She knew exactly what her history teacher meant, as her mind's eye was tugged inward to the dull throbbing presence in her backside. "O..OK, Mom," Melissa managed after regaining her composure. The ride to the home of Mr. Benjamin Johnson was one of the most uncomfortable experiences Melissa had ever been through to date, barring one, of course. Trevor's Jeep Wrangler had an extra heavy duty suspension, and the custom bucket seats just happened to be shaped such that every little bump or dip in the road caused shock waves to be transmitted from the Jeep's big knobby tires directly into Melissa's lower abdomen by way of the hard rubber device secreted away inside of her. To Melissa, it felt as though she were being kicked in the belly from the inside every few minutes or so. The knuckles of her right hand were white where she clung to the side roll cage bar above the passenger door in an effort to raise her shapely bottom up off the hard seat and attenuate at least a few of the blows. "Ugghh, God!" Melissa groaned under her breath when Trevor, in his usual driving fashion, brought the vehicle to an abrupt stop at a traffic light, causing Melissa to rock suddenly forward then back and down onto the hateful anal plug. Beads of perspiration adorned her forehead and her mood was anything but cordial as the pretty teen turned to her boyfriend and hissed, "Can't you take it easy, please!" Trevor didn't know what to make of Melissa's attitude recently. "Hell, he'd done what she'd asked and gotten her the test questions. She'd passed her exams with flying colors, and she ought to be happy," the perplexed young man thought to himself. "Then she goes and breaks our date yesterday with no explanation or anything, and tonight she's acting like she doesn't want me around even though Mr. Johnson invited us both over for dinner. Probably to celebrate Melissa passing his mid-term," Trevor surmised. "If he only knew," the young man muttered to himself, referring to his theft of the history exam questions. Trevor liked Mr. Johnson, both as a teacher and a person, and he felt badly about what he'd done, but that was all water under the bridge now. "Now if only she'd be a little nicer to me, like she promised," Trevor thought, glancing surreptitiously over at his pretty girlfriend. Melissa stared straight ahead, ignoring him entirely. She looked upset and even angry, Trevor noted. "Hell, it's probably just that time of the month," the trusting teenager concluded. For the past couple of years, Trevor Williams, like the rest of us, had been forced to learn about the vagaries of the emotional female during menstrual cycles, and his pretty girlfriend had introduced him first-hand to the joys of PMS. Trevor caught on quickly, discovering that once every month there would come a time where nothing he could say or do that would count for anything, and once every month he learned to keep his distance. "But this is different, somehow," Trevor reflected and was about to turn his attention back to his driving, when just then the Wrangler hit a fairly deep pothole in the road. Trevor couldn't remember ever having seen the kind of expression that appeared on Melissa's face. "Are you OK, Mel?" he asked when he saw her eyes grow suddenly wide and staring. He thought also that he'd heard her make a grunting noise of some sort. Melissa wouldn't look at him. She didn't care about what Trevor thought right now. For a second or two all she could think about was catching her breath which had been temporarily knocked out of her as though she'd been punched in the gut. Then as she struggled to maintain at least some semblance of composure, Melissa's thoughts were occupied with trying to figure out a way that she could gracefully exit the Jeep and make it into her history teacher's house when they arrived without Trevor noticing the growing wet spot on the back of her dress. You see, just before the Jeep hit that last big pothole, Melissa's bladder had been relatively full. It no longer was. Melissa knew that her panties were soaked, and she prayed that she wouldn't leave a puddle in the seat as Trevor pulled up in front of the home of Benjamin Johnson. At the last minute, a thought occurred to her, and Melissa asked Trevor if she might borrow his letter sweater that was in the back seat, claiming that it might be cold in the house. Stealthily the pretty teenager tied the arms of the sweater around her waist so that it covered the back of her dress to her knees as she slid from the Jeep. Glancing back as the door closed, Melissa noticed the distinct sheen of moisture on the car seat she'd just exited but didn't think that Trevor had seen it. "Thank God they're vinyl!" she thought as she began the uncomfortable walk to the front door. "Well, well, well!" Ben Johnson said in a very congenial tone of voice to the two young people standing on his front steps. "How nice it is to see you both. Do come right in," he added, sticking out his hand to Trevor, but all the while he had his eye on the young man's pretty girlfriend. When Trevor took his offered hand, Johnson practically dragged him through the front door and into the foyer, before the polite high school student could step aside and allow his girlfriend to precede him. "And good evening to you, Miss Carpenter," Johnson said, turning to Melissa. "You do look lovely tonight, my dear," he said, reaching for her and placing a hand onto her shoulder. Melissa refused to look the man in the eye, averting her gaze as she allowed him to draw her into his residence. Feeling it was one of the least provocative things she owned, Melissa had chosen to wear a simple cotton, sleeveless sun dress, knee-length and teal in color. Besides, summer was almost here, and the nights were getting warmer. And although she strongly suspected from his message that Mr. Johnson preferred that she not wear panties, Melissa had worn a pair anyway, and right now she was very glad she had. The absorbent cotton had helped to trap at least a part of the flood resulting from the pothole incident, and in addition Melissa had included a panty liner due to the persistent vaginal oozing she was experiencing. She was sure that her dress was spotted in spite of the added protection, and she only hoped that Trevor's sweater would conceal it. Benjamin Johnson noted the sweater right away, thinking it a little incongruous with the rest of her ensemble, and as he guided Melissa into the foyer, he glanced down at her pretty little rear end which he enjoyed looking at but which was obscured by the heavy sweater. Johnson thought about the anal appliance that he'd placed into the lovely girl many hours ago, and hoped that she'd obeyed him and left it in place. He imagined the dark rubber torpedo-shaped plug surrounded by moist and tender tissues which shifted around it as she walked past him. Lost in this pleasant daydream, Ben Johnson almost missed it, but at the last second before she turned, his sharp eyes spotted the darker color of Melissa's dress where it peeked out from under her boyfriend's letter sweater. "Her dress is wet," he correctly deduced. Then glancing quickly in Trevor's direction, Ben Johnson concluded from the young man's good-natured expression that he was clueless. Looking then at Melissa as she sought to maneuver herself nearer the wall, Johnson raised an eyebrow and smiled when at last he caught her eye. "We've had a little accident, haven't we," the older man mused when Melissa blushed hotly, thereby confirming his suspicions. "And we haven't told Trevor about it," he reasoned, winking covertly at the obviously uncomfortable young lady. Then with a gracious flair, Ben Johnson held out a hand, indicating the way and saying, "Let's retire to the library for a while until dinner's ready, shall we." Moving to Trevor's side, Mr.Johnson placed his hand on the shoulder of his former student, urging him forward. Then, unexpectedly, he turned to Melissa at the last moment and asked, "May I take your sweater, my dear?" "N-no, thank you," Melissa responded a little too quickly, looking decidedly uncomfortable as she stared at her history teacher. She quickly averted her gaze when he grinned at her. "Wow, you've got a lot of books!" Trevor marveled, turning in a circle and gazing at the ceiling-high walnut bookcases filled with rare volumes. Melissa remained silent. Her panties were cold, clammy, and very uncomfortable. "Yes, well, I've been collecting them since my college days," Benjamin Johnson stated proudly. "And speaking of college, I suppose you'll be leaving us pretty soon, young man," he said to Trevor. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Melissa look his way. "Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson," Trevor replied. "And have you decided which scholarship you're going to take advantage of, Mr. Williams?" Johnson shot a glance at Melissa before continuing. "I understand you did very well on the mid-term exams, but of course you always do, my boy. And I was so pleased to see how well Miss Carpenter fared this year." "Y-yes, sir," Trevor answered modestly, totally missing the thinly veiled innuendo. "I-I think my Dad and I have decided on Dartmouth, sir." "Ah, yes, Dartmouth is a fine institution," Mr. Johnson said, casually looking in Melissa's direction. Her eyes were wide and pleading. "Aren't you proud of your young man, Miss Carpenter?" he asked. He'd caught the lovely teenager completely off guard, and Johnson relished the sight of her attempt to "shift gears" and smile for her boyfriend. "Y-yes, sir, Mr. Johnson," Melissa stammered in reply. Ben Johnson wondered if anyone besides himself thought it rather odd that she didn't move to her boyfriend's side and congratulate him. Instead, Melissa remained in the same spot she'd occupied since she entered the library, close to one of the tall bookcases with her back to the wall. After a brief but uncomfortable silence, the high school teacher spoke up. "Where are my manners," he said. "I haven't offered anyone a drink. What'll you have, Trevor?" Ben Johnson asked the honor roll student. "I-I..." Trevor stuttered, thinking at first that he was being offered alcohol. Trevor Williams had never touched a drop. Benjamin Johnson smiled at the naivete of the young man and offered, "Coke? Ginger Ale?" "C-coke will be fine, sir," Trevor replied sheepishly. "And for you, my dear?" Johnson asked, turning toward Melissa. "N-nothing, thanks," Melissa said, trying to be polite. "Nothing at all?" Johnson pressed, raising his eyebrows. Melissa shook her head, saying, "I'm not thirsty right now." Then she added, "Do you have a bathroom I can use, Mr. Johnson?" Smiling broadly, Ben Johnson walked to the lovely teen and placed an arm around her, feigning affection. He felt her cringe beneath the weight of his arm as he said, "Why of course, my child. You should have said something earlier. No sense waiting until it becomes an emergency," he added with a wry smile. Then, turning Melissa toward the door, Ben Johnson looked back at Trevor and said, "You wait right here, young man, while I show your pretty girl to the powder room, and then I'll be back with your drink in a jiffy." No sooner than the two of them were alone in the front hall, Mr. Johnson dropped his hand from Melissa's shoulder as they walked and placed it onto her shapely rear end. Melissa tried to escape by pretending not to notice and then walking a little faster, but to no avail. "Not so fast, young lady," Johnson said, taking her by the shoulder with his free hand and stopping her in her tracks. Meanwhile, with his other hand, he brushed the sweater aside and spread his fingers and palm out onto the firm surface of Melissa's left buttock. Her cotton dress was still slightly damp to the touch as he kneaded her supple flesh for a moment, before removing his hand. Melissa kept her eyes on the floor and said a silent prayer that maybe, just maybe, her history teacher wouldn't notice anything unusual. "It appears that we've had a little accident, Miss Carpenter," Mr. Johnson said after a moment, shattering her hopes. "I hope that you'll tell me all about it later," he murmured to the distraught teenager. "But first, we have a more important matter to attend to," he added. "Come with me, please, my dear," her history teacher said, taking Melissa by the hand and leading her farther down the hall and around a corner. "This'll be fine," Ben Johnson said, stopping the lovely girl in the hallway outside the door to the downstairs bath. "But Mr. Johnson, wait, I..." she pleaded as he turned her to face the wall. "Now be still, Miss Carpenter. We wouldn't want young Trevor to hear, now would we," he cautioned as he reached around her slender waist and untied the sleeves of her boyfriend's letter sweater. After unwrapping the sweater from around her, Johnson hung it over his right shoulder for the time being. "Please, don't, Mr. Johnson," the exquisite young girl whimpered, looking back at him over her shoulder while he deftly hoisted the hem of her dress up to mid-thigh. "Hush, my child," Benjamin said a little gruffly as he reached up under Melissa's dress and between her legs. "Were we a good girl?" the older man murmured from close behind her right ear as he ran the palm of his hand up the satin-smooth skin of Melissa's inner thigh. Then, just as he felt the swelling of her magnificent derriere, the edge of his hand bumped into something hard and artificial. Melissa shuddered when she felt her history teacher start to finger the object embedded in her rear end. "I'm happy to see that you followed my instructions, my dear," he whispered as he pressed his body against hers, pushing her against the wall. "But I do insist that you not wear underwear in the future when you come to visit." Through her damp cotton panties, Ben Johnson grasped the sides of the rounded rectangular flange that represented the external portion of the embedded device. After kissing the lovely girl on the side of her slender neck, Ben murmured with his lips still pressed against her fragrant skin, "Do you need to use the bathroom, sweetheart?" He felt her body stiffen when he twisted the end of the anal plug a little. "Tell me you need to go, and I'll take it out, Melissa," he said, then nibbled at her ear lobe, causing her to shiver. "Mr. Johnson. Oh, please, Mr. Johnson," the lovely blonde cried a little too loudly when he tugged teasingly at the end of her plug. "Not so loud, sweetheart," he whispered. "I don't think Trevor would understand or approve," he added with a little chuckle. "Last chance, baby girl. Tell me that you need to go, and I'll take it out. I promise." "I-I..." Melissa began and then nodded her head reluctantly. "No, Melissa. I want you to tell me," her teacher corrected her. Melissa couldn't remember having been this embarrassed in a long, long time. It was like some kind of a nightmare, she thought, as she felt her history teacher twist the wicked thing inside of her, causing her tummy to flex slightly. Until now, Melissa hadn't realized just how badly she really did need to use the bathroom, since the anal appliance made her feel kind of that way all the time. But now that Mr. Johnson had altered its placement ever so slightly, Melissa felt the telltale cramping begin farther up her rectal tract. "Tell me that you have to go to the bathroom, Melissa," her teacher prompted. "Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me, Melissa." Ben could feel through the external flange of the device when the young girl clamped down on the embedded portion. "It won't be long now. She definitely has to go," Ben concluded from the noticeable increase in her muscle activity. "Tell me you have to go, Melissa," he said more forcefully. "I-I-I need," she began and then hesitated. Reaching over her shoulder, Mr. Johnson took the girl gently by the chin and turned her face more toward his. Locking eyes with her, he then mouthed the words, "Tell me." Her expression was a symphony of anguish and humiliation when at last Miss Melissa Carpenter said to her American History teacher, "I-I need to use the b-bathroom, Mr. Johnson." Her eyes were wide and pleading, and the way that she bit her lower lip was priceless. Ben Johnson fell in love with her all over again as he placed the palm of his hand against her cheek and caressed her soft skin with his thumb. "OK, sweetheart," he said with a warm smile, then looked on in wonder as her big blue eyes glazed over and turned inward when he slowly extracted the anal plug from her supple interior. Ben was pleased to feel Melissa's muscles clutch and tug at the device until it finally pulled free of her. "There we are, my child," Ben Johnson said as he fumbled briefly inside Melissa's panties to retrieve the little torpedo. At last, he held it up beside her shoulder so she could get a good look at it, before he dropped it into the pocket of his trousers. "You can go ahead and use the bathroom now, Melissa, and when you're finished, please leave the panties in the hamper beside the tub. I'll take care of them later," he said with a wink. "I've got to go and fetch a drink for your beau," the man added casually, then turned and walked away as though nothing at all out of the ordinary had happened. "Ah, there you are, Miss Carpenter," Ben Johnson said affectionately. "Trevor and I were beginning to worry about you. Weren't we, Trevor?" he said, clapping the young man on the back good-naturedly. Trevor nodded dumbly in response and then smiled at his pretty girlfriend as she re-entered the library. He took one last swallow of his coke and set the empty glass aside, before asking Melissa if she was feeling better.Melissa replied that she was, and stood for a moment nervously smoothing her dress down around her hips. She'd dispensed with the sweater, since her dress had dried enough so the embarrassing wet spot was no longer noticeable, and now only she and her history teacher knew that beneath that slightly soiled sun dress, Melissa Carpenter wore nothing at all. Melissa felt terribly exposed and declined a seat on the sofa when her history teacher offered it. The three of them pretended to carry on a conversation for the next ten minutes or so, until from the back of the house, presumably from the kitchen, a timer bell rang. "Ah, there's dinner," Mr. Johnson said happily and got up from where he and Trevor were seated on the couch. "I hope everybody is hungry," he said and stepped beside Melissa who stood beside the nearest bookcase. "Surely you're hungry, Miss Carpenter. After all, a young lady your age needs to keep her strength up. No telling what she might be called upon to do," Melissa's history teacher added with a wry smile and put his arm around her. Melissa shot the man a nervous look, feeling that his insinuations were becoming a bit too transparent, and that Trevor would surely suspect that something was amiss. But when she looked over at her young beau, he didn't look too well. In fact, Melissa had failed to notice that Trevor had been unusually quiet for several minutes now. "Ready to eat, Mr. Williams?" Ben Johnson asked. The young athlete looked up at his former teacher with an expression of deep concern on his handsome face. Then without warning, Trevor clapped a hand over his mouth and heaved violently. "Are you alright, son?" Mr. Johnson inquired, knowing full well that he was not. After one more heave, Trevor Williams launched himself from the sofa and staggered from the library, heading off down the back hall. Soon the sounds of retching could be heard from the back of the house. Melissa stood stunned, not knowing what to do. "Wha...what's wrong with Trevor?" she cried when at last she found her voice. "Now don't you worry about your young man, sweetheart. I guess something he ate doesn't agree with Mr. Williams, but he'll be just fine in about an hour. I promise," he told her and then gave her a hug. "Sadly, though, I think our little dinner party is over," Ben Johnson added as more violent heaving sounds came from the back hall bathroom. "Tell you what, my dear, let's you and I go upstairs and get you settled, then I'll see if Trevor is capable of driving home. Naturally, I'll offer to take you home when we're finished studying," he added with a wink. "W..what do you mean?" Melissa asked as she tried to shrug his arm from around her shoulders. "How quickly we forget our responsibilities," Mr. Johnson said, faking exasperation. Then taking her by the hand, he turned her toward the door. "Bu..but, w..wait, Mr. Johnson," Melissa said, her voice filled with alarm. She tried to pull her hand from his grasp, but he held her fast. "Wha..what about, Trevor?" Another retching sound came from the back of the house. "You just let me worry about Mr. Williams, young lady," the older man said sternly as he pulled her toward the wide staircase. "I don't think he's going to feel much like hanging around, so I'll just send him on home, then you and I can get on with our tutoring. I doubt that your beau would have appreciated my lesson plan anyway," Ben Johnson chuckled as he mounted the first stair with Melissa in tow. Originally he'd considered bringing the young man into the fold, so to speak. Using the fact that Trevor had stolen confidential material from his office as incentive, the middle-aged history teacher planned to have him watch while he bedded his pretty girlfriend. And perhaps he still would at a later date, but the moment the lovely young girl had appeared on his doorstep, Johnson decided that this evening belonged to just the two of them. It was a rather unremarkable bedroom that Melissa found herself in. Seated on the edge of the queen-size bed, she cast her gaze about and wrung her hands nervously. Through the partially open door, she heard muted voices from downstairs. Then moments later Melissa heard the front door close. She was alone, but not for long. "Your young man is already feeling better, my dear," Ben Johnson said, entering his bedroom. What a lovely sight she was, seated on his bed. "How long he'd waited for this day," he sighed contentedly. "Trevor asked me to say goodbye for him, and that he'd see you tomorrow at school. He also expressed how sorry he was that he wouldn't be able to join us this evening. Maybe some other time," Johnson added with a wink when he noticed the dubious look on Melissa's face. "Well," he said, glancing at his wristwatch after a moment of heavy silence. "It looks like we have plenty of time, my dear," Johnson said as he stepped toward her. Holding out his hands to her he offered, "So why don't you hop off the bed, and we'll start by getting you out of those soiled things." Ben Johnson couldn't suppress a grin when the pretty teenager gave him an absolutely incredulous look. "No stalling now, Miss Carpenter," the man added after a moment of hesitation on Melissa's part, during which time her expression changed from incredulity to one of undisguised hatred. "Haven't you gotten what you want already!" Melissa hissed venomously and tried to pull away when her history teacher reached out and took her by her wrists. "Oh, my goodness gracious no, my child," the older man chuckled as he pulled her off the bed. "Why there's a whole world of wondrous delights just waiting to be discovered. Most young ladies your age are forced to await fulfillment, often for years, while their silly young boyfriends make their clumsy attempts to please. You, on the other hand, my dear girl, are fortunate enough to have me for a mentor and guide, and together we'll continue on our journey of discovery." With that Johnson pulled her quickly toward himself. Caught completely off guard, Melissa found herself standing nose to nose with her history teacher, her young body pressed against his. "Nnn...!" the pretty fifteen-year-old hissed and turned her head quickly to the side when the older man tried to kiss her. Next Melissa felt his arms encircle her waist and his fingers begin to fumble at her hips seeking to grasp the fabric of her sun dress. Ben enjoyed it to a degree when she fought him. He liked the feel of her supple body moving against his, so he allowed her struggle a bit while he went about tugging her cotton dress up over her shapely hips. Since she'd been relieved of her panties earlier, Melissa immediately detected a draft and realized that she was exposed. "Stopppp," she whined as her efforts to escape crumbled. "Alright, that's enough, Miss Carpenter!" Ben Johnson barked, losing patience with the headstrong teen. "Raise your hands up over your head and be quick about it," he ordered in no uncertain terms. Momentarily stunned by the harsh tone of voice her history teacher had adopted, Melissa ceased her struggles and gaped at him in disbelief. Then slowly she raised her hands. "I suggest you stop this nonsense and save your energy, my dear," Johnson muttered as he hauled Melissa's dress up and over her head. "There, that's much better," he said, dropping the slightly damp sun dress to the floor at the girl's feet. He smiled at the lovely teenager's efforts to conceal her nudity, noting how the blush of color that flashed in her neck and cheeks tended to enhance her image of innocence. Melissa was mortified, because for reasons she could not begin to fathom she'd elected not to wear a bra this evening. Therefore for the second time in as many days she found herself totally naked in the company of her American History teacher. "Come, my dear. We should get you cleaned up a little after your accident," Ben murmured in a more kindly tone of voice. At first she tried to shrink away when he reached for her, but after a sharp look from him, the unhappy girl allowed Johnson to place his arm around her shoulders and lead her toward the bathroom. Melissa was rather confused and anxious, but she brightened a bit at the thought of a warm bath. She felt decidedly filthy, and besides, if she took her time, perhaps whatever Mr. Johnson had planned for her wouldn't last as long. If she was able to relax, she might even come up with a way to get out of this mess. "Step over here, Melissa," her teacher instructed her, pointing toward the wash basin set into a granite-topped vanity. "But..." she started to argue as she looked longingly in the direction of the oversized sunken bathtub. "Can't I please take a bath, Mr. Johnson," she pleaded. "I feel so dirty," she whined as he shepherded her away from the tub. "No time for that, my dear," Johnson told her. "But don't you worry your pretty little head, because Ben's gonna give his special girl a nice sponge bath." "What!" Melissa gasped and tried to pull away from him. "No nonsense now, Miss Carpenter!" Mr. Johnson snapped as he took her by the wrist and pulled her toward the sink. Then placing his hands onto her shoulders, he faced her toward the large triple mirror on the wall above the basin. "My, my, we do make a handsome couple, don't we, Melissa," Ben Johnson commented happily as he gazed at their reflections. Melissa glanced up briefly, frowned and then looked away. "I expect for you to cooperate with me, Melissa," her history teacher told her as he reached out and turned on the tap. "Mind what I tell you, and we'll get along just fine, my dear" he said, adjusting the temperature of the water and reaching for a washcloth. "Cause trouble, and as sure as the sun rises, your young beau will be flipping hamburgers for a living rather than attending university. Do I make myself clear, Melissa?"Ben Johnson asked, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Look at me, and answer my question, young lady!" he ordered when she hesitated. Her expression was precious. With a look of unmistakable hatred mixed with just the right amount of submissive trepidation, Melissa glared at her history teacher in the bathroom mirror. "Well?" Johnson pressed. "Alright, I understand," the lovely teenager hissed under her breath then looked away again. "Very well, then. That's better," the older man said as he held the washcloth under the running water. "Move your feet apart for me, please, Melissa," Ben Johnson instructed the unhappy girl. "A little wider, please," he added then tapped at the inside of her left ankle with his shoe. "Oww," Melissa whined softly as she moved her foot to the side until she stood with her feet spread just beyond shoulder width. "That's my girl," Ben murmured from just behind her right ear as he placed his free hand onto her right hip and shifted the dripping washcloth behind her. "Now just hold nice and still for me, sweetheart," Ben cooed, watching her reflection closely as without warning, he slid his hand between the girl's shapely thighs and then pressed the warm, wet cloth upward and against her. "Nnnnn..." the startled teenager squealed and quickly pressed her thighs together, trapping his hand between them. "Now be nice, Melissa," Ben Johnson cautioned the girl. "Spread your legs, and let me wash you. Heck, I should think this would feel rather nice," he added almost casually. He looked up just in time to catch her staring at him in the mirror with a precious and troubled expression on her pretty face. "Do as I tell you, Melissa," he said more sternly when she hesitated. "Ohhh," she whined. "Please, Mr. Johnson," she pleaded despondently. "Hush now, my child," Ben Johnson murmured as the luscious teenager once again spread her legs for him. "Let Mr. Johnson get you all fresh and clean," he said in a hoarse whisper as he began to move the damp cloth slowly back and forth between her trembling thighs. He steadied Melissa with a hand on her right hip as he went about cleansing her most private areas. Nothing escaped his intimate touch, and the young girl squirmed in his hands as he pressed and prodded with his finger through the terry cloth. "Stoppppp," Melissa groaned between clenched teeth, and she rose up onto the balls of her feet when Ben pushed firmly upward against her puckered little anus. When at last he was finished, Melissa stood literally trembling with abhorrence and humiliation. Never in all her fifteen years had she ever felt so thoroughly violated and debased. After toweling her dry, her history teacher escorted the unhappy teen back into his bedroom, but rather than leading her to the bed like Melissa was expecting, Mr. Johnson directed her to his big maple wood desk, where he left her standing uncomfortably while he took a seat in the padded leather chair. Then without a word, the older man turned away from Melissa and opened a lower desk drawer. Melissa stood shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she eyed her teacher warily. She had no idea what he was up to as she watched him remove a small black leather case from the desk drawer. After placing the case on the desk blotter, he next retrieved a smallish glass bottle filled with clear liquid. It was an oddly shaped, squat little vial with a slender neck and what looked like a rubber stopper in the end. Melissa thought she'd seen such a container before, but she couldn't remember where or when. Additionally, she was entirely too preoccupied, worrying about what wickedness her history teacher had in store for her. Setting the bottle on the desk top next to the mysterious, leather case, Mr. Johnson turned and spoke to her at last. "I want you to touch yourself for me now, Melissa. Just like you did in class yesterday. Will you do that for me, please," he said in a conversational tone of voice. Melissa was utterly astounded not only by his bluntness, but also by his unmitigated gall and stood gaping at her teacher in shocked silence for several seconds. She was about to speak when Mr. Johnson continued as though he were discussing the weather. "Make yourself wet for me, my dear. Can you do that, do you think?" He looked up at the stunned teenager as if his request was not at all unusual. Then when she didn't answer him, Ben added with a wry smile, "Of course if you need a little help, I can take care of that." Turning back to his desk, Mr. Johnson opened the top drawer. "Perhaps a little artificial lubricant might be in order," he said, placing a blue and white tube which read "K-Y something or other" on its side near the case and vial on his desk blotter. Melissa didn't answer. She really didn't know what to say, as she tried her best to return her history teacher's gaze with some small modicum of courage. "Or maybe you need a little help concentrating, Melissa," Mr. Johnson offered, looking up at her with a peculiar expression on his face. Melissa was about to inquire what he meant, when her teacher unexpectedly produced an object she recognized all too well. In fact, the very sight of it made her shiver involuntarily when Mr. Johnson stood the little anal appliance on end next to the other items on the desk top. "We both know that this is a real attention getter," Mr. Johnson added with a smile as he turned to face the uncomfortable teenager once more. "So what's it gonna be, young lady?" he queried. Melissa stood staring at her history teacher in silence for a long while, and then she began to fidget nervously. Then without warning Mr. Johnson reached out, grabbed her behind her left thigh and dragged her so close that her legs brushed against his knees. "Why don't I get you started," he said, and before Melissa could even think to react, Ben Johnson pinched a quantity of soft pubic down between his fingers and tugged playfully. "Nnnn.." Melissa squeaked and immediately tried to pull away from him, but he held her fast. "Stppppp," she hissed unhappily when her history teacher extended three fingers between her legs and pressed upward against the resilient flesh of her sumptuous labia majora. "Hush, Melissa, and hold still!" Ben Johnson cautioned the distressed young beauty as he slowly worked his middle finger between her plump outer lips. "You ought to be used to my touch by now, considering what close friends we've become," he added with a wicked little laugh. Instinctively she tried to retreat from his exploring finger, but Ben was persistent, and as he probed deeper between her supple folds, a smile slowly spread across his face. "That's my girl," Ben murmured as his finger tip slid effortlessly into a world of rich and silky moisture. Melissa felt it at the same time, and her expression of dismay clearly portrayed the fact that she knew she was getting wet. "Why can't I control my own body!" she silently berated herself. Then as she felt her history teacher's finger tip glide smoothly over her inner folds her mind wandered. "It had to be the thing in the bathroom," she concluded in self-defense. "Ohhh!" Melissa moaned out loud before she realized it. "That's right, Melissa," Mr. Johnson cooed. "My little girl likes it, doesn't she. Yeah," he purred, gazing up at the troubled teen. "Nnnnno," Melissa whimpered and shook her head miserably. "Now let's not tell fibs," Johnson countered, toying with the girl. "Ben can tell when his special girl is happy," he went on, as he slowly extracted his fingers from between Melissa's thighs. "You can't fool me, sweetheart," he chuckled as he held up his fingers and rubbed them together in front of her. Melissa groaned audibly as she watched his fingers slide together, coated with silken fluids of her own making. "Now you just go ahead and touch yourself like a good girl and keep yourself all nice and wet for me, Melissa, darling," Ben Johnson told the unhappy girl. Staring deep into her eyes, he willed her to cooperate, and sure enough, her right hand began to inch toward the juncture of her thighs. "That's a good girl," Ben murmured as he took her hand and guided it to its target. "Just make yourself nice and wet down there, and I'm going to fix us a nice surprise," he whispered as he released her hand. Ben waited for a second, watching while she slowly slid her fingers into her pubic curls and gently cupped herself, then he turned to the desk. When she first saw the hypodermic syringes, Melissa assumed that her American History teacher must be an insulin-dependent diabetic. She watched distractedly while Mr. Johnson opened the small zippered case and removed one of the glass syringes from beneath its retaining band. Melissa continued to rub herself very slowly while her teacher fitted one of the shining needles from his kit onto the end of the syringe. "How're we doing?" Ben asked with a knowing smile, nodding toward Melissa's hand between her legs. She blushed hotly and averted her gaze, but didn't remove her hand. Curiosity eventually got the better of her, and Melissa's eyes were drawn back to the goings-on at the desk. Now she remembered where she'd seen a bottle like the one her teacher held in his hand - at the doctor's office. Ben caught the girl watching and gave her a wink, then returned his attention to the business at hand. When the 3cc hypodermic was nearly full, he carefully pulled the needle from the rubber gland at the neck of the vial containing a very potent, clinical grade of cocaine hydroxide. Holding the syringe up to the light, Ben thumped on the side of the small graduated cylinder with his index finger in order to dislodge any air bubbles which might have adhered to the inside of the barrel.Next, he grasped the end of the glass plunger of the device and very carefully advanced it just enough to expel one or two tiny bubbles of air, stopping when a shining droplet of clear liquid swelled at the beveled tip of the hypodermic needle. "It won't be long now, my child," he said to Melissa and placed the syringe carefully onto the desk. Melissa thought it was rather strange that Mr. Johnson would prepare two insulin shots for himself, but not knowing anything about diabetes, she figured he must need it. Anyway, the longer he played around with his medications, the longer it would be before she would be expected to do anything with him. Melissa knew there was no getting around the fact that she was going to have to allow the man to have his way with her again, and she only hoped it wouldn't take too long, and that he wouldn't ask her to do anything weird. Melissa started when she felt his hands on her hips. She'd been daydreaming in that muzzy place girls go when they begin to get aroused, and before she knew it, her history teacher had turned her around so that her back was to him. "Mmm..mmm," Melissa complained softly when he slid the blade of his right hand between her legs from behind and began to rub her with a slow sawing motion. "Is my little girl nice and wet for me?" Ben cooed in a patronizing voice. Before she could stop herself, Melissa nodded her head. "That's nice.. That's nice," he repeated as he allowed the edge of his index finger to trace slowly upward between her shapely buttocks. The edge of his hand came away wet, as Ben stood up behind Melissa, unbuckled his trousers and let them drop to the floor. Feeling his body close behind her, Melissa gazed back at him apprehensively from over her right shoulder. Then when he smiled at her, she turned away, nervous and embarrassed. She looked divine. "Just keep touching yourself down there, sweetheart," Ben whispered from just behind her ear as he slid his hands under her arms and around her slender body. She trembled delightfully in his arms when he cupped her perky little breasts and began to knead the supple flesh affectionately. "Are you all ready for me, Melissa, darling?" he murmured with his lips pressed softly against the side of her neck. "Are you ready to make love, baby?" he whispered, then kissed her two or three times on her neck and shoulders. "Mmmm," Melissa moaned unconsciously when he pinched her nipples between his fingers and rolled the hard little nubbins from side to side. Then she felt him press himself against her backside, hard and hot. "I think you're all ready for Benjamin, honey," he said and lowered himself back into his desk chair. As he did, he released her breasts and allowed his hands to slide down her flanks until they came to rest upon her flaring hips. "Why don't you just sit back, Melissa. Just have a seat in Uncle Ben's lap," he told the slightly befuddled teenager. Then after spreading his knees apart, he began to pull her down. Hands on her knees, Melissa leaned forward slightly, then allowed herself to be guided back and downward. She jumped in surprise and gasped when she first felt the smooth, hot tip of Mr. Johnson's manhood touch her, but he held her steady and continued to draw her inexorably down. "W...wait," she cried breathlessly. Her history teacher suddenly felt much bigger than he had only yesterday as she felt herself begin to stretch around him. "Nnnn.." she groaned as the man abruptly popped into her. Melissa's hands flew to the arms of the desk chair in an effort to support her weight and slow his ingress, but much to her dismay, in that same instant she lost her footing and then her balance. Additionally, Mr. Johnson continued to pull down on her hips, such that the unhappy teenager could not support herself using her arms alone. As a result, Melissa suddenly fell backward and down into her history teacher's lap, thrusting herself onto him with the entire weight of her falling body. A most pleasing and visceral grunt escaped the girl, and had he been able to see her face, Ben Johnson would have seen a look of pure, wide-eyed astonishment portrayed there. Ben would never cease to be amazed at just how exquisite this adorable girl truly was, as with a groan of his own, he slid into the immaculate snugness of Miss Melissa Carpenter. Like he had during his initial introduction to this wonderful child-woman, Ben met with the perfect amount of resistance. Her nubile internal musculature put up just enough of a fight as he intruded into the cradle of her womanhood, to make Ben feel that indeed he'd taken her. Then as her femininity dilated and adjusted to his presence, Ben quickly decided that he never wanted to leave the hot, clutching confines of the lovely Miss Carpenter. As Melissa's shapely rear end landed on the tops of his thighs, Ben felt something shift deep inside of the lovely girl, and the head of his manhood immediately moved into the new space she'd provided. Ben was convinced that he had just found a place inside of Melissa Carpenter that no one had ever visited before, and he felt happy and fulfilled. Speaking of fulfilled, Melissa was experiencing difficulty breathing because of the upward thrusting force seemingly exerted directly upon her diaphragm by her loving history teacher. Picturing herself seated impaled atop a flagpole, she started to struggle. Melissa felt his arms encircle her midsection, preventing her from moving to alleviate the abdominal pressure as a stuttering groan escaped her lips, and a powerful tremor wracked her body. "Easy, Melissa, honey," Mr. Johnson soothed. "Just relax and let your body adjust. After all, it's not like we're total strangers," he added with his customary wicked chuckle. "Buhhh...hut, I c...can't breathe," Melissa gasped, feeling her history teacher's penis at the back of her throat. "OK, then, my dear," Ben Johnson responded after a moment. "We wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable," he said sarcastically. "Why don't you stand up, and we'll switch to a more suitable position, one we can both enjoy," he instructed as he slid his hands under her and lifted upward on her pert little rear end. Ben helped Melissa to regain her feet, and as she stood, his manhood popped out of her with an audible sucking sound. Rising from his chair, Mr. Johnson turned the lovely blonde to face him. She gazed up at him curiously as he took her by the shoulders and slowly backed her up against the edge of his big desk. "We seem to have a thing for desks, Melissa," he said with a wry smile. "Why don't you hop up and have a seat," he instructed as she frowned at his reference to their liaison at school yesterday. "But..." she began to argue. "Here, let me help you, my dear," Ben said, interrupting her. She was as light as a feather as he caught her under her arms, lifted her up and plopped her down on top of the desk. "There we are, that's much better, don't you think," he said as he placed his hands on Melissa's knees, spread them apart and stepped up between her legs. "Scoot this way a little, if you would please, my dear," Ben directed, and reaching out, he took her by the hips and coaxed her toward the edge of the desk. "There now, that should be just fine," he said, looking the girl in the eye. She returned his gaze warily. "Tell me, Melissa," Ben Johnson began again in a conversational tone of voice. "Now that you're sexually active, my dear," he went on, smiling at the incensed look she gave him. "Have you given any consideration to taking a lover, other than me, of course?" he asked casually. Meanwhile, Ben grasped his fully erect penis in his right hand. Then as he continued to speak in an even tone of voice, and without the slightest hint or warning, he directed the head of his cock between Melissa's outer labia. She was positioned at just the right height such that with one forward thrust of his hips, Ben re-entered the startled young girl with ease. Before Melissa realized what was happening, he was in her, and even as the stunned awareness dawned upon her face, Melissa's history teacher propelled himself deep into her vagina, causing her to rock her head back and gasp in surprise. "I'd be willing to bet that Mr. Williams would like to spend a little time in the sack with you, Melissa." The shocked expression on her face was utterly priceless, and Ben Johnson could barely suppress a laugh. "Now what kind of a look is that, my dear?" he asked as he slowly extracted all but a couple of inches of himself from the immaculate teenager. Melissa was too stunned to speak. Staring down between her legs, she watched in shocked silence for a moment as her history teacher delivered two or three short "testing" strokes. Then looking back up at the wicked older man, a sense of loathing came over Melissa that she hadn't experienced before until that moment, and she was just about to open her mouth and launch into a diatribe of unrivaled ferocity when Mr. Johnson abruptly slammed himself back into her. "Huugggnn!" was all she could manage in response. Ben Johnson had certainly noticed the change come over his young partner, for her face darkened like the sky before an oncoming squall. He also felt her tense up, inside and out. "Nothing like a good hard slammer to get a girl's attention," Johnson thought gleefully as he watched the unhappy teenager's eyes snap open wide when the head of his cock hammered into her cervix. Then in that same enraging conversational tone of voice, Ben said, "You don't seem nearly as enthusiastic this evening as you were yesterday afternoon, my dear." He began to get up a slow and steady rhythm while he chatted casually to the astounded girl. "In fact, I think maybe you might need a little help, Melissa." He smiled ominously. "W...what do y..you mean?" she managed despite the fact that his cadence was becoming increasingly more ardent.In answer to her question, Ben Johnson unexpectedly pulled out of Melissa, leaving her blinking in surprise. Without a word, he picked up the tube of K-Y jelly and squeezed a healthy dollop into the palm of his left hand. In silence, he stared directly into Melissa's eyes as he proceeded to apply the lubricant to himself. Then, as before, he entered her without comment or warning. Her nostrils flared in reaction to his renewed presence, but the pretty teenager managed not to make a sound this time. "God, she feels good!" Mr. Johnson groaned under his breath as he literally flowed into the young girl. The added lubrication allowed him to feel every supple convulsion of her untamed womanhood, and although it really wasn't necessary at the moment, Ben knew that it would be welcomed by both of them as their lovemaking became more enthusiastic. As he began a steady cadence, Mr. Johnson was pleased to see Melissa look down and become momentarily mesmerized by the sight of his glistening shaft pistoning slowly in and out of her body. "Pretty neat looking, don't you think, my dear?" Ben Johnson asked. Melissa looked up in surprise and blushed hotly, embarrassed that he'd caught her staring, and that she'd been looking in the first place. She gazed into his eyes for a moment, then looked away without comment. "Why don't you lie back on the desk for me, sweetheart," Melissa's history teacher suggested, and tried to kiss her when she glanced his way. "Don't," Melissa said quietly and turned away. "Have it your way, my dear, but I have something here that I think will change your mind," her teacher said. "Lie back now, Melissa," he said, smiling at the curious look she gave him as he helped her to recline on the desk top. Once she was down, he took her by her slender waist and pulled her nearer the edge of the desk, at the same time pushing himself deeper into the sweet girl. "Comfortable?" he asked facetiously when he heard her groan softly as the head of his cock nestled firmly against her cervix. God, what a sight she was lying there before him, so innocent and vulnerable. Ben had to fight hard not to simply fuck her silly right then and there, as he felt to his left beneath the center section of his desk and pressed the button that activated the small Web-Cam that sat unnoticed just a few feet away. Melissa refused to comment or to even look at the man. She vowed to herself that she would not participate this time. She wouldn't give him the pleasure. Yesterday he'd caught her by surprise, but not this time. If he was going to have his way with her, then so be it, but he'd have to do it all by himself. "If he just wouldn't push so hard," Melissa thought as she felt him deep down at her very center. "I have a special treat for us, this evening, my dear," Mr. Johnson said, breaking her concentration. "It's kind of illegal, but I know you won't tell on me," he added with a chuckle. Melissa looked up at him, her curiosity getting the better of her, just as he slipped the piece of latex tubing around her arm immediately above her elbow and pulled it tight. "What're you d......" Melissa started to ask, but her history teacher cut her off. "Be still, my dear, and make a big fist for me," Ben instructed her. "B...but.." the girl stammered fearfully. "Do it, Miss Carpenter! Make a fist, now!" Johnson snapped, startling her. Smiling inwardly, Ben Johnson swabbed the inside of her elbow with an alcohol wipe when he saw her obey him. Almost instantly, two sizeable blue veins rose proudly beneath her pale skin. "But, Mr. Johnson, I... I mean I've never, I... Please don't hurt me, Mr. Johnson," Melissa whined pitifully when her history teacher picked up one of the slender glass hypodermics. Her blue eyes were wide with near panic as he moved the shining beveled tip of the needle closer to her outstretched arm. "Hold still, Melissa," Johnson ordered. "If you move, I very well might hurt you," he added for effect. That did the trick. Melissa froze in pure terror. "One little prick," Ben murmured in concentration as he pressed the sharp needle against her skin over one bulging blue vein. "Ow," Melissa squeaked as the tiny needle passed through her tender skin like warm butter. "Oh, be still," Ben scolded. "You know that didn't hurt." Her face was a mask of fear as she glanced quickly from his face to the syringe in his hand, then back to his face. "Just hold real still for me for one more minute, sweetheart, and we'll be done here before you know it," Johnson said softly as he felt the momentary resistance of the vein wall, before it too fell to the advancing hypodermic. "B.. But what're you....?" "Almost there," he muttered, ignoring her concern as he slid the short needle all the way into her flesh. "You can relax your fist now, Melissa," Ben Johnson said, smiling down at the distraught teenager. "Hold still now," he added when Melissa squirmed beneath him. Again, she froze. "Just one more second," Ben whispered as he tugged gently on the plunger of the syringe. A smile spread across his face when he noted a tiny plume of bright red blood jet into the glass barrel of the syringe, turning its contents a light shade of pink. He was in. Ben had used a good bit of cocaine in his time, but had always sniffed or snorted the drug in its powdered form. Someone had told him recently, however, that taken intravenously, the effects of the drug were a hundred times more powerful. Ben had always been nervous about needles in general, so he'd thought long and hard before deciding to give it a try. The guy he'd purchased the drugs and paraphernalia from had written down some abbreviated instructions for him, and assured him that it wasn't difficult, but he was pretty nervous, nonetheless. In fact, he performed his first intravenous injection only yesterday on himself for practice. All had gone very well, and whoever it was who'd told him it was better that way had been right on the money. Ben couldn't wait to share his discovery with his new-found love. "So far, so good," he muttered under his breath as he depressed the plunger and watched as approximately half of the powerful stimulant drug disappeared into Melissa's arm. Melissa gazed up at him fearfully from the desktop and started to say something when suddenly a queer little expression flashed upon her pretty face. "That's a good girl, Melissa, darling," Johnson murmured as he pulled out on the syringe plunger again. "One more minute, and then you and I are going to have the time of our life," Ben spoke softly as he watched the barrel of the hypodermic slowly fill with dark red blood. "Wha??" the lovely teenager said a bit breathlessly. Ben Johnson knew that in spite of the tourniquet which prevented the bulk of the powerful drug from entering Melissa's circulatory system, a small quantity had obviously slipped through, and she was beginning to feel its effects. "Shh...shh...shh, Melissa," Ben whispered. The syringe was full again with a mixture of her blood and the remaining cocaine. Holding the barrel of the hypodermic tightly, Ben reached out and carefully tugged at the latex tourniquet, leaving it hanging loosely around her biceps. Then, with one fluid motion, Ben Johnson advanced the glass plunger and watched the blood/cocaine mixture disappear ahead of its black rubber tip. Ben knew he'd have to move quickly. Even as he carefully pulled the shining needle from her flesh, the powerful drug coursed through the girl's system on its way to the pleasure centers of her brain. Unconsciously, he swabbed the inside of her elbow with an alcohol wipe, then used the same wipe to sterilize himself. Suddenly, a powerful tremor passed through the girl, inside and out. Quickly, Ben snatched up the second syringe and without bothering to apply a tourniquet, he pumped his fist rapidly. "Wha.. What.. Oh, m..my Goddddd!" his lovely teenage partner gasped. "Thank God," Ben muttered to himself when he hit the vein on the first try. Melissa was becoming more animated with each passing second as Johnson injected the entire contents of the hypodermic into his arm as quickly as he dared. With no tourniquet in place, he knew he had only seconds before the headlong rush into pleasures beyond imagination started. He literally tossed the syringe aside and then, being a cleanly man, he took a second to dab at the tiny drop of blood that formed in the crook of his elbow over the injection site with an alcohol wipe. Melissa's vision began to narrow as her teacher used the second syringe on himself. Then, suddenly, her universe exploded into a riotous hodgepodge of sensory phenomena. She felt her heart race. "Oh, my God!" Melissa gasped aloud. Her own voice sounded tinny and distant. "What.. Wha..?" As her last coherent thoughts fled, Melissa saw her history teacher smiling down at her from his position between her legs. Then, a feeling of power and wholeness the likes of which Melissa had never before imagined filled her to the roots of her being. That wasn't all that filled her, and as the powerful cocaine rush took her, so did her loving history teacher. The next hour and a half of Melissa Carpenter's life can best be described as a medley of sensual delights beyond anything she would have dreamed possible. "Oh, my dear girl!" Ben croaked as his own dosage took effect. Through the haze of his rush, Ben Johnson beheld the enchanting teenager lying before him. The expression on her face was one of unbridled wonder. As he reached down and grasped Melissa around her narrow waist, her young body strong and supple in his big hands, Ben pulled her onto himself, watching his presence register in her facial expressions. Ben suddenly felt his testicles constrict from the effects of the powerful, stimulant drug.Melissa's blue eyes grew wide and round as he pressed himself against her cervix, and her internal musculature squeezed reflexively. Ben knew that a brief period of relative flaccidity would soon occur, so he held himself deep inside the young beauty, allowing her to milk him reflexively. Shortly after her history teacher entered her, something in Melissa Carpenter "clicked." Held firmly in the grasp of the powerful cocaine that her loving teacher had introduced directly into her circulatory system, Melissa lost all inhibition and control. She became a creature of instinct and unbridled passion. Her body sensed the male presence inside and reacted accordingly, and for a while Ben Johnson held still and let young Melissa do all the fucking. The enraptured teenager's hips soon began an instinctive and powerful humping motion, and Ben had his hands full trying to keep up with her. "That's it, Melissa. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me, Melissa!" her teacher huffed as he allowed his pretty partner to have her way with him. Reaching down, he grabbed Melissa's muscular thighs and drew them up on either side of his hips. This served to better Ben's "angle of attack," allowing him more complete involvement with his younger lover. After a few minutes, Ben felt his manhood begin to stiffen once again, growing more generous by the second. Melissa obviously felt it too, because she began to groan with each thrust of her hips against him. Ben was in heaven. After a few minutes, he slowly pulled his hips back, extracting himself from the tight confines of her birth canal. Gazing down at Melissa's sweet pussy, he marveled at the way her inner lips adhered to his shaft, pulling outward, and causing a noticeable suction. Then after a short pause during which he delivered two or three shallow thrusts to the young girl, Ben Johnson reentered his lovely young pupil fully with one uniform thrust of his hips. Ben would forever remember and relish the sight of Melissa's muscular tummy bulging outward in response to his ingress. "Huhhhhh..ohhhhhhh!" the beautiful teenager gasped. Her eyes grew wide and staring, as Melissa gazed sightlessly up at Ben. The fact that she was being taken against her will by her American History Teacher for the second time in two days no longer mattered to the enraptured youngster. Although Melissa saw his face, smiling down at her where she lay upon his big wooden desk, it simply didn't register. Her entire being was focused on the throbbing fullness in her belly. Melissa sensed the head of her teacher's penis pressing against her cervix and little else as Mr. Johnson engaged her utterly. Leaning down to her, Ben said, "Put your arms around my neck, Melissa." It took a moment for his instructions to register with the enraptured teenager, but then slowly she did as he asked. "Hold on tight, sweetheart," Ben murmured, his lips just inches from hers. And with that, the older man slowly rose up, pulling his lithe young lover along with him. When she was seated upright in front of him on the very edge of his desk, Ben took a moment to position her thighs around his hips and himself firmly within her depths. Then without further explanation, Ben slid his hands beneath her firm little backside and picked her up. Her nubile body was as light as a feather in his arms, as he took a step back from the desk. Gazing into her big blue eyes, Ben allowed his sweet young student to settle down onto himself. Although Melissa was quite inexperienced, she tended to be an intuitive lover, nonetheless, and as Ben continued to stare into her eyes, he saw understanding begin to dawn. "Oh my, Melissa," Ben said with a big smile when he felt her begin a kind of vaginal calisthenics. "Lock your ankles behind my back, Melissa," Ben instructed. "Huh? Ohhhh!" Melissa was able to moan, staring at him in curious wonder. Then slowly she did as he asked. Her expression could best be described as one of enthusiastic resignation. Hugging her warm body tightly against his own, Benjamin Johnson began to bounce the teenager on his fully erect manhood. When she tried to move with him, he whispered, "Just relax, sweetheart, and let Mr. Johnson do the work for now." Her firm little breasts rubbed up and down against his hairy chest as he bounced her up and down rapidly for several minutes until she began to gasp in time to his cadence. Then slowly, Ben leaned over the desk and deposited his aroused young lover onto its smooth surface. "I'm going to fuck you hard now, Melissa," Ben Johnson informed the enchanting youngster. Her expression of angst was worth its weight in gold. Ben began his thrusts at a moderate pace, watching Melissa's face to gauge his progress. He delivered three or four long, measured strokes to Melissa, and swore he could feel every velvety fold of her convoluted interior as the head of his penis cast aside her tender internal tissues. Melissa closed her eyes and rolled her head to one side. Then as if perceiving from his developing cadence that the real love making was starting, she opened her eyes and gave him another apprehensive look. Her blue eyes were round and filled with astonishment, her pupils dilated from the coke which roared through her being, causing every nerve ending in her body to sizzle with increased sensitivity. "That's my girl," Ben murmured as he thrust his hips forward quickly. "Huhhh!" Melissa gasped, rocking her head back against the desk top. Mr. Johnson gave his prize pupil three rapid thrusts, before returning to his original pattern of long, slow forays into her depths. When he sensed her settling down to his rhythm again, Ben supplied Melissa with one hard thrust followed by several rapid jabs. In this manner, he maintained control over their engagement, by keeping his young partner off balance. Increasing his pace slightly, Melissa moaned and closed her eyes in response. "You like that, don't you, Melissa?" Ben murmured. "You like Mr. Johnson's big cock inside you, don't you, sweetheart. Don't you?" The fronts of his thighs began to slap against Melissa's bottom. Melissa rolled her head from side to side. Joe jabbed her suddenly, causing her blue eyes to snap open wide and staring. "Slap..slap..slap..slap..slap..." The bedroom resounded with the fleshy sounds of thigh on buttock. "Pay attention, Melissa," Ben suddenly demanded. "Squeeze me, baby. Fuck me back, Melissa." Melissa's expression registered puzzlement and incredulity, but she was unable to respond verbally. The young teen was simply too far gone to argue or resist. Her entire world lay between her quivering thighs with her teacher's thrusting penis at its epicenter. Melissa knew only alternating periods of fullness, then emptiness, then fullness again. Slowly and almost imperceptibly, a tide was rising inside of Melissa Carpenter. Although she'd made love to her history teacher just yesterday, orgasm had evaded her, so the sensations that were ever so slowly building up inside of the enraptured teenager were of a relatively unfamiliar nature. The powerful cocaine she'd been given mixed with her ever increasing ardor, held Melissa in a kind of dream world, suspended between the reality of being taken again by her American History teacher, and the inexplicable new sensations that filled both her mind and body. Judging from the distinct rosy glow that spread up his lovely partner's shoulders and neck, and the beginnings of more defined and uniform vaginal contractions, Ben Johnson surmised that the young girl was approaching climax. Leaning forward and placing his hands on the desk top on either side of Melissa's waist, Ben gradually stepped up his tempo. The expression on the young girl's face slowly evolved into one of puzzled wonderment, and as her history teacher smiled down at her, Melissa's first orgasm seized her just seconds later. Mr. Johnson made love to Melissa for over an hour, assisting her in achieving multiple carnal apogees. The cocaine helped the young girl to maintain her stamina throughout the period of intense erogenous activity as well as increasing her innate sexual appetite. Once again Mr. Johnson insisted upon coaching Melissa during love making, telling her when to squeeze him and when to relax. Whereas before his incessant chatter about her anatomy and even her relationship with Trevor had been exceedingly humiliating, not to mention aggravating for Melissa, it was somehow more palatable this time around. Their love making seemed to make a much greater impression upon the headstrong young lady, and later she would recall the experience with a kind of reserved fondness. Ben inseminated Melissa for the second time that week to the sound of soft whimpers. All in all it was a highly successful and satisfying coupling, in Ben's opinion. In addition, he'd managed to capture the entire encounter in both MPEG movie clips as well as a large assortment of still images. Melissa was understandably quite surprised when later that week, she received an email from her American History teacher which included three rather compelling file attachments. The email was signed, "Looking forward to our next tutoring engagement - Ben Johnson."

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Lara V Cataluna

Mrs. Arrogant Tamed 2

"This is not happening"... She'd lost count of how many times that simple phrase had echoed through her tortured mind, over and over and over again. Yet, the truth belied her attempts at self-denial. The nightmare was real. It was a miracle she hadn't gone crazy. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Alicia was always in charge. "I'm the one who's in control," she repeated to herself... "Not him... Me..." To no avail... She continued fingering herself for all she was worth, naked and spread on the floor. Alicia had never felt pathetic in her life. Angry or frustrated sometimes. But never helpless or pathetic. She felt pathetic now... A naked quivering figure engulfed in a sea of futile rage. Rudy had spent the day choking down beers. There were two reasons for this: Unlike at Princeton, Rudy knew all the Manhattan bars that didn't ID, which was information best put to use. Secondly, using his newly-found power would require, at least initially, more boldness than he could muster soberly. He'd never been too popular with the girls. At 5 foot 9 with a few pounds extra, he was hardly a jock. He didn't know many Jewish jocks. Usually, what he lacked in sex-appeal, he made up in brains, which was enough to garner plenty of respect, at least at Princeton. He had landed his fair share of scores in high-school, few that they were in a private Manhattan academy. His first year in college, however, had not been the "sex-fest" he'd hoped for. No matter. "Sex-fest" was waiting for him back home. He was interning as a trader assistant on Wall Street, with only a few weeks left before the school started again. He was determined to make the best of this opportunity. Rudy had been daydreaming about Alicia ever since he was a teen. It was his regular encounters with Alicia in the elevator that had first made him pick a new hobby in the bathroom. She must have been a junior or senior in high-school then - he could still picture her in that kinky plaid skirt, her defiant breasts straining against the plain white blouse. It was an image that was carved into his head, no doubt as a direct consequence of many sessions of self-gratification. She and her sister... "Two little fuckdolls," he grinded his teeth. Lara was more of a tease, very subtle. Both sisters were snotty as hell, but Alicia had no match for her self-assured haughty arrogance... He couldn't wait to fuck her brains out. "Hello, George," he greeted the doorman as he entered the building. In his early 50s, George had been guarding the door for the residents of 695 Park Avenue for more than 20 years; as long as Rudy could remember. He was always the perfect gentleman of course, professional in attire and respectful in his manners - except when he was talking to his young pal. "What's going on?" Rudy asked. "Same ol', same ol'... How's college Rudy? Seen any action yet?" Having hid the young teen's Playboys in the mailroom, or having purchased the alcohol needed for the occasional party thrown when the parents were gone, George was that rare adult on the side of the miscreant youngster. "Not bad," Rudy lied. "Yeah?" laughed George. "So, have you seen Alicia today?" Rudy inquired, out-of-mischief more than anything else - had George known Mrs. Cataluna-Dewey was in her apartment naked and spread, he'd go bonkers. "No, I have not had the pleasure today," George replied roguishly. The two were used to making vulgar comments about the Cataluna sisters, provided none of the distinguished residents were around. They had exchanged many guilty looks in the past as Alicia and Lara walked into the building, their sight an instant tease. "Is she the fuck of the century or what?" Rudy joked boldly. "She certainly is... Haughty as hell, though. I don't know whether to envy or pity Mr. Dewey, as good a man as he is": They'd married 6 months ago. Alicia usually treated personnel awfully, especially in the case of George, since she knew damn well behind the smile of the doorman was a pair of eyes stripping her naked every time he held the door for her. "Yeah, she certainly must be a pain in the neck... You know where her sister is?" "I believe she's with the parents in the summer home... I hear she might come to New York..." "Wouldn't that be interesting?" Rudy pondered enthusiastically. "Anyway, catch you later George..." "I'll be right here as usual Mr. Goldberg," the doorman tipped his hat. By the time he pushed the 12th floor on the elevator Rudy had a hard-on big enough to knock down the walls. "Click." Alicia tensed at the unmistakable sound of the opening door. Fear clutched her heart stronger as she heard footsteps approaching. Then there he was, Rudy towering over her head like a giant, an amused grin on his face. "Having fun?" he inquired mockingly. She wondered in fear what was next. But Rudy was tired of playing games: He lifted Alicia off by the hair and threw her onto the leather love-seat in the living room. His bemused looks gave way to a visible, predatory hunger. "I wanted to do this to you since I was twelve years old, you arrogant cock-teasing cunt..." he growled as he unbuckled his jeans. "Now, I am going to have my way with you... no ifs, no buts." He positioned himself on top of her, looking right into Alicia's eyes. His hands rolled the firm globes of flesh on her bosom. "From now on, you are my fucktoy," he emphasized each word... "and by the time I'm through with you, you will have been fucked in every conceivable way." With that he plunged forward; he began pounding at her viciously, as if he wanted to drill right through her. His veins were pumping with power and lust. His heart beat like a drum. Alicia could only respond to his thrusts with high-pitched moans as Rudy crushed her under his weight."Yes, Master." No matter how much she hated being a puppet in Rudy's hands, she'd follow his orders with diligence and intuition, following not just the words but the spirit of his commands. Alicia couldn't avoid being the accomplice in her own demise, no matter how much malice and enmity boiled inside her. "Wake up." Alicia regained her consciousness, not remembering the last five minutes. The last thing she remembered was Rudy fucking her. She hated him for it, but she knew she had no choice but to obey. The alternative was far worse... Rudy leaned back on the sofa, now relaxed. "Now, go clean yourself. Take an icy shower," he ordered. "And fix me a sandwich, I'm starving." Alicia jumped into the cool shower in gratitude, trying to wash away all the shame and frustration. As the cold water splashed against her molested body, she couldn't even bear to ponder what more Rudy had in store for her. She emerged from the bath after cleansing in water for a long time. She got into a sexy lingerie set, complete with stockings and garter belt, just as he wanted; she put on heavy makeup as well. For all her fury, she could not imagine the consequences of disobedience. She strolled into the kitchen wearing her highest heels to fix Rudy's sandwich. Ordinarily, she'd delegate such menial tasks to the maids - she hardly knew how to cook much of anything - but this morning after her encounter with Rudy, they had been wisely sent home for the weekend. She carefully sliced the tomatoes and the cucumbers, and prepared the best sandwich she could ever make. As she walked into the living room with the tray, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror: Dressed in her sexiest undies, sporting the reddest of red makeup, standing on towering high heels - she looked like a whore. Rudy was seated comfortably on the leather couch, watching Alicia's "tape of confessions." The sight of her naked, convulsing figure on the big-screen TV, reciting matters of such privacy for Rudy's amusement was more humiliating than she could bear. She wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. Instead, she leaned forward to present Rudy's dinner. "Your dinner, Master," she said in the manner of a concubine. "Thank you, slave," Rudy smirked, giving her a playful slap on the ass like a boorish truck driver. "Now fetch me a beer, too." Once Alicia handed her Master a bottle of cold Grolsch, she stood patiently at the edge of the room like a servant girl, doing her best to avoid the unbearable spectacle on the screen. Rudy finally stopped the tape as if he'd seen enough. "Have you ever sucked cock?" he inquired. "No, Master." Alicia flinched at the question. "Not even for James?" "I never performed oral sex on anyone, Master." "Why might that be?" Rudy knew Alicia was too much of a haughty pain-in-the-ass to put a dirty cock in her mouth, but asked anyway. Alicia answered with helpless honesty. "It is a demeaning sign of submission; it's the sort of thing common sluts do..." Alicia replied matter-of-factly, as if repeating lines from Andrea Dworkin - and the truth was, while even the wildest imagination wouldn't confuse her for a feminist of any kind, she hated relinquishing power, to men or anybody else. Unfortunately, she knew full well this answer would only infuriate her tormentor. "You ARE a SLUT!!" Rudy fumed. "You may think you're some kind of aristocratic ball-buster, but you're just another SLUT!! And you will learn to look and act like the shameless SLUT that you were made to be by the time I'm through with you... You're just a glorified plaything for men; got it, slave?" "Yes, Master," Alicia replied in horror. "In fact, it's time you began your training." Rudy zipped down and whipped out his semi-limp cock. "Get down on your knees," he ordered abruptly. Alicia kneeled before Rudy. She was almost face to face with his cock. "That's a good girl... You'd better get used to it, you'll be spending a lot of time on your knees from now on..." "Now, I want you to suck my cock, but you'll have to make it last," he instructed in detail. "There's a Britney Spears concert on HBO, which I'd like to watch while you develop your oral skills on the perfect test subject, yours truly. You'd better be a fast learner, I wanna be feeling the bottom of your throat within the hour. And make sure you put that sharp tongue of yours to good use." Satisfied with his instructions, Rudy leaned back, tuning into MTV. He was ordinarily no fan of the tacky teen-star. But the prospect of watching Britney dancing and singing, semi-naked in a soft-core schoolgirl uniform two sizes too small, while getting a prolonged blow-job, was just too good to pass. Alicia took Rudy's cock in her mouth as Britney Spears started performing her suggestive dance and prancing her stuff on the giant screen. For the next hour, Alicia slaved over Rudy's cock, slowly getting the hang of it. She was doing her best in spite of herself. She massaged his cock in her throat, her tongue darting underneath his penis, slowly bringing him to the brink and then letting him relax ever so slightly. His cock tasted and smelled of his maleness, his pubic hair brushed against her face. The hard flesh filled her mouth, strained her jaws. But none of her aversion affected her performance. As Alicia's head bobbed up and down on his lap, Rudy's breathing became more and more rapid. He felt great: Britney was dancing for him, while Alicia was diligently sucking his cock. He also realized it was much easier to imagine the teen tease on the screen in sexual scenarios while receiving a nice drawn-out blow-job. Not to mention the fact that, even though Alicia had never looked as juvenile as the teen tart on the TV, Rudy had seen her in the same school uniform way too many times during his boyhood. She was a fast learner: Following orders to perfection, the young woman was deep-throating Rudy in due time. At last, it was too much: A few final soft strokes in Alicia's throat took him over the edge. He flooded her unwilling mouth with his jism. Alicia gagged with the flow of semen rushing down her throat. She felt degraded and exhausted, having sucked his cock for close to an hour. And she prayed it was over, yet Rudy only seemed to crave more. She felt his hand grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up, as the TV went silent. "You'll have to get me hard again, slave," Rudy said dispassionately as he pushed her towards the master bedroom. He was determined to violate the haughty young woman in every fashion before the night was out. Alicia would forever know Rudy had his way with her in every imaginable way. "From now on, my cock will be wearing you like a glove."

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DR. WU

TIFFANY ON THE TABLE

"I know what boys like, I know what guys want, I know what boys like, I've got what boys like, I know what boys like, I know what guys want, I see them looking, I make them want me, I like to tease them, They want to touch me, I never let them." Tiffany Daniels sashayed down the hall of her high school, singing softly to herself. None of the students could hear her; the song, an old '80s tune by The Waitresses she had heard at a friend's house over the weekend, had stuck in her head, the way relentlessly catchy melodies so often do. The other students might not have been able to hear what she was singing to herself, but they certainly noticed Tiffany. She was the queen of Daniels High School (named for her grandfather, Godfrey Daniels). How was she queen? Let us count the ways, as Tiffany so often did to herself: She was a senior. A cheerleader. She was rich. Her family was established and well-connected, her daddy a member of the City Council of Beverly, Texas. And she was beautiful, heart-breakingly, staggeringly beautiful, in the way a pampered princess of 17 years can be. Long blonde hair that bounced when she walked, a knock-out figure with perfect firm breasts and long, tanned legs, a cute little pug nose and a light sprinkling of freckles that gave her a resemblance to a certain teenaged tennis star who dates an older hockey player and is known for her I'm-so-fuckable-too-bad-you-can't attitude. And like some royalty, Tiffany knew she ruled. Sports hadn't started for the school year yet, so she wasn't allowed to wear her cheerleading uniform to school, with its ultra-short pleated skirt that swirled when she walked and made all the boys and most of the male teachers almost cross-eyed with desire. But she nonetheless managed to dress in a classy, sexy way that didn't look slutty, with a plaid kilt-style skirt that fell to mid-thigh, white knee socks, expensive loafers, and an $80 white cotton sweater, very lightweight, that showcased her magnificent chest. As she bounced down the hall of Daniels High, she was the very picture of healthy, nubile schoolgirl eroticism. "Tiffany, could I see you a moment please?" Ms. Warren, the Daniels cheerleader advisor, called out from her class to the passing senior. Tiffany stepped into the room. "Tiffany, have you had your physical yet?" "Oh, jeez, Ms. Warren," the teenaged beauty said, "I'm sorry. I guess I've been putting it off." "Well, you can't put it off any longer, dear. The deadline for the squad is tomorrow. And you know the rules: If you don't have a signed doctor's form and a complete physical every year, you can't be a cheerleader." "I know," Tiffany said, somewhat embarrassed by the intimacy of the topic. She hated going to her doctor for a physical, even though she was a woman, because it meant being naked, or nearly naked, and having her breasts examined for lumps and being on that God-awful examining table and having her legs up in the stirrups and all. After what Tiffany had been through in the past year - the sexual degradation, humiliation and abuse that had been heaped on her by teachers, relatives and even strangers in a bizarre string of horrifying ordeals - she could barely stand to be naked in the shower, let alone in front of a stranger. She thought quickly. "But it's Wednesday, Ms. Warren. I think my doctor isn't in the office today." "Look, it's best to just get this over with, and not take a chance of missing the deadline," Ellyn Warren retorted. "I know a doctor that a couple of the other girls on the squad have used, and she keeps me office hours on Wednesday. I could write you a pass and you could get this over with right now." "She? The doctor's a woman?" "Of course, honey," Ellyn Warren said. "I know how you teenaged girls feel about going to male doctors. Dr. Weston is very nice. Tell her I sent you and what it's for, and she'll do a super-quick exam and get you out in 10 minutes tops." "Well, OK," Tiffany said reluctantly. She had no more excuses, and she did have to do it. Better to get it over with. Fifteen minutes later Tiffany swung her red Miata into a parking space at a nondescript office park in Beverly, the kind where all the gray brick buildings look just alike. That song was still going through her mind, and she was enjoying singing: "I got my cat moves, that so upset them Zippers and buttons, fun to frustrate them They get so angry Like pouty children denied their candy." She found the sign out front indicating that this was the office of Dr. Nancy Weston, and went inside. A matronly receptionist, chubby and graying, greeted her, pushed a clipboard at her with a page of personal information to fill out, and Tiffany sat down to write, and then to wait. The waiting room was empty, and in just a few minutes the receptionist, whose nametag read "Hope," called her name. "How are you, honey?" she asked with a voice that sounded like too many cigarettes. "Fine." "Step into Exam Room 1, take off your clothes and put on the gown. The doc will be with you in a second." Tiffany did as she was told, and stripped down to her knee socks (for warmth), lacy white cotton bra and white Victoria's Secret panties. She put on the thin cloth gown, and awkwardly tied it behind her back and around her neck. She could still feel how much of her back side was exposed by the long slit in the gown. Before she even had a chance to sit up on the examining table, Hope was back. "Come on out here, hon, I got to take your weight and height." The 17-year-old cheerleader stepped nervously into the hall and climbed up on the scale. The receptionist wrote her weight, 115 lbs., and height, 5 foot 7, on the clipboard, and Tiffany was about to step down when she heard a male voice say "Holy shit!" She whirled around and saw two construction workers, who had appeared as if from nowhere in the corridor. They were big, burly guys in the late 20s, dressed in jeans and white T-shirts, and both wore belts hung with tools. "Yowsah!" said the other man. The two workmen were openly ogling the poor girl. From their view of her back as she stood on the scale, she knew they could see a lot of her bare back and much of her naked legs. The way the gown was tied they couldn't see her panties or ass, and if she had stopped to think about it, Tiffany often was seen by hundreds of men at the beach wearing a bikini that exposed far more of her succulent flesh. But this wasn't a time for such rational thought, and the flustered schoolgirl was deeply embarrassed to have the two strangers so openly checking her out. "Don't you men have some work to do?" asked the receptionist harshly. "Get back to your dry-walling!" The workers held their gaze for a few more moments, and Tiffany could feel their hot, lustful stares burning into her skin. Then, disappointed that their show was over, they went back into another exam room. "Sorry about that, hon," she told Tiffany. "That wasn't very nice. Still, you can't blame red-blooded American men for noticing a pretty little thing like you." Tiffany knew she was trying to make light of the situation, but she felt sick to her stomach, somehow violated by the eyeball-rape. She moved quickly back into her exam room, and shut the door behind her. God, why did they have to make these places so freezing cold? she thought. She was getting goosebumps on her arms, and underneath the cotton gown, her nipples had sprung to erection from the cold. They brushed against the front of her gown when Tiffany hopped up onto the examining table and sat on the white paper that had been rolled down there. There were no magazines, so Tiffany just sat. A boombox sitting on the counter against one wall was playing soft music, some sort of light classical that was obviously intended to relax patients, but little Tiffany was far from relaxing. She was no longer singing "I Know What Boys Wants," because her cockiness had been punctured by the brief encounter with the lecherous workmen. Soon there was a gentle knock on the door and in walked the doctor. "Hello," he said. "I'm Dr. Steadman." "But, uh, you're supposed to be a, uh, woman," Tiffany stammered. "Well, obviously I'm not," he answered. "If you mean Dr. Weston, she had a family emergency. I work for the same HMO, and they called me and asked me to fill in." Tiffany didn't know what to say or do.She was already in the gown, in the exam room, and her sponsor was expecting her back soon with a signed physical form. She hated the thought of being examined by a man, but it was better just to get it over with. It didn't help that Dr. Steadman was incredibly handsome. Tiffany figured he was probably in his late '20s, not long out of med school. He was tall and well-built, with close-cropped dark hair and piercing eyes. "Your chart says you're here for your high-school physical," he said. "Cheerleading." "Oh, you're a cheerleader? Lucky you. I should have known." Was he flirting with her? Tiffany wondered. What did he mean by that? "Very good, Miss Daniels. Please untie your gown behind your neck and let it drop forward. I need to check your breathing." He picked up the end of the stethoscope that dangled from his neck. "Untie my gown?" Tiffany said. "Can't you listen through my gown?" "Miss Daniels," he said sternly. "You let me be the doctor, and you can be the patient, and we can both get on with this." His tone left little room for her to argue. Reluctantly, Tiffany reached back and untied the string at the back of her neck. As soon as it was loose, the gown fell forward, exposing her 36C breasts nestled snugly in their bra. Even through the cotton, the nipples, pink and hard as little pebbles, felt the cold air in the room and poked out even more. She was embarrassed by her erect little nubbins, but hoped the doctor saw this sort of thing all the time. "This will be a little chilly," Dr. Steadman said as he approached with the stethoscope. "Can't be helped." He placed the icy piece of metal on her chest between her breasts and instructed her to breathe. The familiar ritual was repeated as he moved the stethoscope around her chest, and then on several spots on her back. Tiffany started to calm down a little from the clinical nature of what was happening. "Now we have to check for any nodes in the breasts. Please lay back on the table." "Dr. Steadman?" the nervous girl squeaked. "Is that really necessary? I mean, I'm only 17, so I don't think that's a problem, and uh, I was hoping this would just be quick so I could get back to school." "Miss Daniels, I'm getting tired of having my authority challenged!" Steadman snapped. "Now quit yapping at me, take off your bra and lay down!" The busty girl had no choice. Reluctantly, she unhooked her bra and set it aside. Her sweet adolescent breasts were now on full display, and Tiffany prayed the door to the exam room was locked, so those horrible workmen would not "accidentally" come in and see her. She lay down on the paper, her arms at her sides, her body rigid with anxiety. Her breathing was shallow, and her perfectly formed breasts rose and fell, rose and fell, in a delightful rhythm. "Please try and relax, Miss Daniels. I'm not going to hurt you." She couldn't help it, she squeezed her eyes shut, and then she felt his hands on her left breast. They were incredibly warm and soft. Dr. Steadman began to rub her breasts in circles, giving her a standard breast exam. His touch was so tender, Tiffany thought, and she found herself relaxing, the tension melting away as she lay back with her eyes closed. The hands started at the outsides of her breasts and worked inward, slowly, in circles, headed toward the nipple. To her dismay, Tiffany found herself wishing he would hurry up and get to her nipples. They were so cold and so hard, and she knew his soft, warm fingers would feel fantastic there. This wish confused her: this was a breast exam, for God's sake, not an erotic massage. Still, she couldn't help the tickle in her brain. Dr. Steadman finally reached the nipple of her left breast, and Tiffany surprised herself by gasping with pleasure when his fingertips made contact with the aureole. He immediately stopped. "Is everything all right, Miss Daniels?" he asked. She opened her eyes and looked at him leaning over her. "Yes, I'm sorry," she replied. "This is not supposed to be sexually stimulating, Miss Daniels," he said in a clinical voice. Tiffany blushed scarlet. Oh Jeez, she thought, he can tell this is turning me on! How embarrassing! I've got to get a grip on myself. But she was also aware that her sweet teenage pussy was beginning to secrete a little bit of juice. Dr. Steadman turned his attention to Tiffany Daniels' right breast, and she closed her eyes again. The physician's sensitive fingers again worked their magic, and the beleaguered teenager was again assailed by inappropriate sexual feelings. Again, he reached her nipple and brushed it with his fingers, and Tiffany moaned softly and squeezed her naked thighs together. She was getting wet between her legs, and praying it wasn't so much as to make a spot on her panties! "You may sit up now, Miss Daniels," the doctor said, and Tiffany sat up swiftly. The intensity of her sexual arousal, coupled with sitting up so quickly, caused her to be light-headed for a moment, and she swayed a bit, leaning toward the doctor. Steadman reached out and caught her. "Are you all right?" he asked. "Yes, sir, I'm sorry. Please, I, uh, I don't know..." She knew she was babbling, but couldn't stop. "We'll continue the exam now," Steadman said. Tiffany didn't even think to ask if she could put her bra back on, but sat on the exam table, her naked breasts practically at eye level with the doctor, the front of her panties under the gown glistening slightly with a dab of her own juice. Steadman quickly ran through taking her pulse, blood pressure, checking her eyes, ears, throat and reflexes. The schoolgirl began to settle down and return to normal. "OK, we need to do a pelvic," the doctor said matter-of-factly. "Take off your panties, then lay back, and put your feet in the stirrups." This was the moment Tiffany had been dreading. She was about to expose her most intimate part to a total stranger. And even though he was a doctor, a professional, there was the added problem of having been slightly turned on by the breast exam. Her mind swirled with confusion, but she didn't want to be reprimanded again, so she obediently hopped down off the examining table, reached under her gown and pulled off her panties. Then she climbed back up, lay on her back, and scooted her bottom down so that her legs were lined up in the proper position. She lifted her feet up and placed her heels carefully into the metal stirrups that jutted out from the end of the table. There is no more humiliating position for a woman, Tiffany thought. She and her friends sometimes joked nervously about how much they hated gyno exams, how demeaning it was just to have your legs lifted and spread and your private parts so blatantly exposed. Never mind what the doctor did down there, that was just too awful to even talk about! Dr. Steadman pulled thin latex gloves onto his hands. At least he's being very professional about all this, Tiffany thought. She waited, dreading his touch. Or at least part of her was dreading it. Another part of her brain – the primitive part, that controls sexual response and operates independently of the rest of the brain – was somehow craving his touch on her bare pussy. "Shame on you, Tiffany Daniels," she thought. The physician stepped to the bottom of the table and lifted her gown, so that it formed a tent over her upraised knees and she could not see what he was doing. Then she felt him push a finger into her vagina. She was relieved that it didn't feel particularly good or bad. He slowly inserted his finger into the nervous adolescent, so splayed and vulnerable, until it was all the way in. "Miss Daniels," he said sternly. "I see you're not a virgin." "What?" Tiffany practically yelped. "What?" "I'm simply stating a fact," he said. "Your hymen is gone. You're not a virgin. And don't give me any of that silly teenage girl crap about tampons or gymnastics or horseback riding." Tiffany was stunned. How dare he speak to her like this? She started to get up from the table. Any incipient sexual feeling had vanished completely, and she just wanted to get dressed and get away from this awful man. She was part way up when Steadman snarled at her. "Lay back down immediately, Miss Daniels!" She froze. "This is not an optional series of tests, Miss Daniels. I'm sorry if you're distressed that I found out that you're sexually active, but that's too bad, honey. Now get back down on that table!" Poor Tiffany was mortified. The exam had started off bad when she realized her doctor was a man, then had seemed OK when she was mildly aroused by him and he seemed to be professional. But now he was yelling at her, and practically calling her a slut. It was horrible, particularly for a princess like herself who almost always got her way. But what could she do? She obeyed Dr. Steadman and laid back down on the table. "Now, Miss Tiffany Daniels," he said, "I have to step out for just a minute. You will continue to lay exactly as you are and not move one muscle. If I come back and you have moved a muscle, I will call your cheerleader sponsor at school, whose number is on this form. I will tell her that since you are sexually active, I need to test you for sexually transmitted diseases. I can, if I choose, make it sound very ugly over the phone, implying all sorts of things. By the time I hang up, your sponsor will think you're practically dripping with the AIDS virus. Do you think a development like that might put a little crimp in your plans, Miss Daniels. Hmm?" He was taunting her, threatening her. It was too awful, Tiffany thought, just too awful. But he was leaving her no choice.She wanted to tell him that she had never willingly had sex with anybody, that every sexual encounter she'd ever had had been the result of blackmail or drugs or threats or outright force. Men seemed to always find ways to manipulate her, and that's why she wasn't a virgin. She wanted to tell Dr. Steadman all this, but how could she? With tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, she laid back down on the table and kept her feet in the stirrups. Dr. Steadman took the clipboard with the form she needed and left the exam room. CHAPTER TWO With our poor little high school honey stretched out on the doctor's examining table, her feet in the metal stirrups and her pussy gaping open like an invitation to the whole wide world, let's pause very briefly to consider her new tormentor, Dr. Steadman. Michael Steadman, 28, had been a promising young physician until he got himself into a bit of a jam in Colorado. The charge was molesting a female patient - several female patients, actually - and in exchange for the charges being dropped by the district attorney, to spare the young women the ordeal of testifying in open court, Dr. Steadman agreed not to practice medicine in the state of Colorado. Soon after, though, he moved to Texas, to the small town of Beverly. Rather than open his own practice, he contacted HumanaCorpInc., the largest HMO operating in Texas. For a decent annual salary, he agreed to be a doctor-on-demand for the HMO, filling in for other doctors as needed. The HMO loved Dr. Steadman because he hardly ever ordered expensive tests and put people in the hospital for observation. And Dr. Steadman loved HumanaCorpInc. because it gave him freedom to roam, which made him harder to keep tabs on. He had access to drugs, and more important, he had access to young females such as Tiffany Daniels. He was careful this time, though, about whom he went after. He only went after girls he thought he could persuade not to press charges against him, and when he found out Tiffany wasn't a virgin, and noticed how agitated she was at his little bluff, he knew he had found his latest victim. Dr. Steadman went up front and told the receptionist that Miss Daniels, the only patient in the office, was almost done, and that she could knock off early for lunch if she wanted. He waited while Hope got her purse, and after she had left, he hung a little clock on the front door of the office suite that read "Back at 1 p.m." It was 11:30 a.m., and Dr. Steadman locked the door. He paid a quick visit to the drug supply cabinet and fixed himself a little cocktail, and then re-entered Exam Room A. Ah, perfect, he thought. The little slut is doing exactly what I told her, laying perfectly still, scared shitless. This will be fun. Tiffany turned her head when Dr. Steadman walked back in. "Please, sir, may I go now? You know I don't have any STDs, and they'll be missing me at school and wondering where I am," she pleaded. "Just a couple more minutes," Steadman told her as he resumed his position at the foot of the exam table. From where he was standing, Steadman had the most glorious view imaginable. From Tiffany's bare feet in the stirrups, his eyes followed up her long legs, so smooth and tan from the tanning salon. Her thighs were incredible, soft with great muscle tone. And they met at the sweetest little pussy in the world. It was covered with silky blonde pubic hair - a real blonde, imagine that! - and was gaping open ever so slightly, exposing her inner labia and a hint of her little pink clitoris. Steadman reached into his pocket. Tiffany could not see what he was doing, and suddenly she felt a sting in her buttocks. He'd given her a shot! "What was that?" she screeched. "Just a little something to relax you, my dear," Steadman said. "You seemed awfully uptight and nervous. This will make you feel very nice, I promise." "I don't want a shot," she said, and started to sit up. She got part way up, and then it seemed as if her body would not obey her wishes. Her arms gave way, and she flopped back down on the table with a thud. "What did you do to me?" she asked, panic rising in her voice. "It's a kind of muscle relaxant, dear girl," he said. "Actually, it's a combination of a couple of drugs that interfere with the messages from your brain to the muscles in your limbs. Your brain is telling your muscles to get up and run away, but your legs don't hear the message. And they won't for about an hour or so, until it wears off. No side effects, no after effects, I promise." "HELP!" Tiffany yelled. "No one can hear you, princess. The receptionist is gone, and the door is locked. It's just you and me. Fun and games..." "You pervert! Fuck you!" Tiffany yelled. "Oh, a feisty one. I like that in a girl," Steadman said. "Go ahead, why don't you get up and and get dressed and walk out of here, Tiffany?" She struggled to get up, but got as far as raising her head off the pillow at her end of the table. Nothing from the neck down moved, as if she was paralyzed. "I'm paralyzed!" Tiffany squealed. "No, you're not. Pay attention, you stupid slut. First, it's temporary. Second, even though your muscles aren't responding, you have full feeling everywhere. Here, I'll show you." Steadman raised Tiffany's exam gown up and bunched it at her waist. She was now completely nude except for the a few inches of gown scrunched around her midsection. Then he grabbed each one of her trim ankles in his hands and spread them out. The stirrups moved with her, as Tiffany's legs were stretched wider and wider, making her feel more and more vulnerable. Finally, when she was practically doing a splits in mid-air, Steadman stopped pushing her legs apart, bent down and fastened his mouth onto Tiffany's pussy. Without warning, he began plunging his tongue in and out of her twat, occasionally pulling it out to take a big lap at her clit. The tonguing had the desired effect on the teenager, and she began to become physically aroused. The little hood covering her clit began to retract, and the tiny love organ began to throb. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! Stop that! Please, stop that, for God's sake, don't do that!" she shrieked. "I think your little pussy likes it though, Princess," said Steadman. He took a breath and plunged back in. This time he stuck his index finger up into the poor girl and began frigging her gently, and kept his lips fastened on her clit, sucking and swirling it in his mouth. As much as she hated it, the doctor's attentions couldn't help but arouse the poor girl, and she began to get wetter and wetter, from his saliva and her own juices, which were now flowing copiously. "Oh God, please stop!" she pleaded. "What are you doing? It's not right! I'm helpless, you can't do this. Ohhhhhhhh." Steadman went to work on Tiffany's gaping, defenseless cunt. He took her labia, now engorged with blood, very gently between his teeth and tugged at them ever so softly, which opened the girl up even more. He began to tongue-fuck her, snaking his tongue deep inside her pussy, setting up a rhythm as if it were a cock. Because his face was so deeply sealed against her pussy, the bridge of his nose was bumping into her exposed clit continually, running the hard little organ. At the same time, he touched the tip of his index finger to her asshole, which because of her position at the edge of the table was every bit as exposed as her pussy. He began to gently probe at her pink little rosebud of an anus. "Nooooo!" Tiffany wailed. "Don't touch me there! Please stop, you sicko. Oh Godddd, ohhhh ...." Steadman could feel the cheerleader's juices flowing freely, and the muscles inside her vagina contracting. She wasn't having an orgasm yet, but she was getting close, he could tell. "I think Little Princess Tiffany wants to cum," said Dr. Steadman, gloating. "No! I don't! I don't! I can't help it!" she wailed. She tried frantically to close her legs, to stop what he was doing, but her legs wouldn't do what she told them to, and the sensations shooting up from her pelvis to her brain were overwhelming. "OK, I'll stop," said the doctor. He walked around so that he was standing near Tiffany's face and chest, and when she turned her face to look at him, she realized she was eye-level with his crotch. She could see his erection straining inside his pants, a huge throbbing bulge that she knew, with a sickening feeling in her gut, was destined for her in some way. The youngster was so confused. She had begged the perverted doctor to stop manipulating her, trying to make her cum, and he had done so. But now she was left panting and wanting more, wanting desperately to have the orgasm that had been denied to her. She couldn't possibly ask for him to continue, though, after begging him to cease. It would be far too embarrassing. "Time to take your medical history," he said. He reached out and grabbed each of Tiffany's nipples, which were bigger and harder than they had ever been from the combined effects of the exciting cunnilingus, her fear, and the room's air-conditioning. He grasped each nipple tightly between thumb and forefinger and began to pull, just enough to cause the young girl a small amount of pain. "As a doctor, one of the things I'm good at is telling whether my patients are lying to me. So if you tell me the truth on every question I ask, I won't pull your nipples any harder than I am right now. But if you lie to me, you little bitch, I'll increase my pulling. I'll be careful not to do any permanent damage, but I don't think you want to find out how much I can hurt these precious little nips. So now I'll take your medical history. And nothing but the truth, cause the truth shall set you free.""OK, maybe not free," he chuckled, enjoying his position of power, "but it will keep you from getting your breasts yanked. Now, how many boys have you had sex with?" "Shut up! I hate you! Leave me alone." "Oops! Wrong answer!" And Steadman squeezed the schoolgirl's nipples and pulled them upward about an inch, stretching her breasts in the process. "Ow! Owww! Stop!" Tiffany squealed. "OK, OK. I've never had sex with another man willingly," Tiffany started, then stopped. How could she tell this stranger what had happened to her? It was so humiliating, and he would just get more turned on listening to her story. But she plunged ahead. "I was drugged and blackmailed by one of my teachers last year. He was part of a ring of adults at school, and they did all kinds of nasty things to me. Then over the summer I was baby-sitting for my cousin, who's 13, and he and his friends raped me. There! Are you satisfied now, doctor?" "Oh, it's gonna take more than that to satisfy me, sweet thing. So how many different cocks have you had in your pussy?" "I don't know." "Listen, I'm trying to take a comprehensive medical history," he said harshly. He smiled, knowing what a perversion of true medicine he was practicing. "How many dicks?" "Please, doctor, I really don't know. I haven't counted. A bunch, OK? A lot. It wasn't my idea, none of it was." "Well, that's better than 'I don't know,'" Steadman said quietly. "And how many cocks have you sucked?" "Same answer. A lot." "More than 20?" "Yes, God damn it, more than 20, probably. I told you, I was blackmailed!" Tiffany was nearly hysterical. Here she was, opened up and vulnerable to this cruel, manipulative man, practically paralyzed, and having to recount her horrible past sexual experiences for his twisted version of 20 Questions. "Well, well," said Steadman. "She acts like Little Miss Virgin, but she's really Little Miss Whore. I find it very hard to believe that more than 20 guys have had their dicks in that pretty little mouth of yours, and you didn't invite a single one in, or that a bunch of guys have been inside that sweet cunt, and it was all unwilling. Do you think you could sell that story to a jury, Miss Tiffany Daniels?" "To a jury? I don't know." She was so confused by his taunting. "It's not an idle question. Let me explain why. In just a minute I'm going to fuck you, Miss Daniels, while you lay there helplessly on the examining table. And then the drug is going to wear off, and you're going to get dressed and go back to your little high school and play Miss Queen of the Senior Class. And you're not going to breathe a word to anyone about what happened here today. Because if you tell anyone, and I get in trouble, there will probably be a trial. I will be the one on trial at first, but I won't be the only one. I'll hire the toughest, nastiest lawyer I can find, and he'll start with a full deposition of you, my accuser, under oath. He'll get you to tell every single detail of every sexual act you've ever participated in. Then we'll start deposing your family members, your friends, your teachers, all to compile the complete sexual history of Miss Tiffany Daniels, age 17. It will all be relevant, see, to the charges against me. I'll just be defending myself. Maybe, in the end, a jury will find me guilty. Or maybe they'll decide that a slut like you who's had sex with so many different guys can't be believed. Whichever way it comes out, it's a safe bet you won't be elected Homecoming Queen. About the only vote you'll win at your high school is the Girl Most Likely to Suck Seed!" Steadman cackled at his joke, and Tiffany moaned. Again, she was trapped. She would just have to endure whatever this horrible man did to her, and take it. Take him. "Since you've been fucked so many times in your pussy, I think I'll take you in the ass, Princess. Have you ever had a cock up your ass?" Before Tiffany could answer, the horny physician changed his mind. "No! Don't answer that! I prefer to believe that your tiny little butthole has never been violated, that mine will be the first cock to penetrate you there. If that's not the case, I don't want you spoiling my little fantasy." All Tiffany could do was whimper. "Please don't. Please. I'm begging you." Steadman started undressing, and pulled off his shoes, socks, pants and jockeys. His erection sprang out from his groin: stiff, huge and angry looking. His hard-on was just inches away from her wide, terrified blue eyes. "It hurts so much if I put it in dry," he informed her. "It won't hurt as bad if it's wet. Why don't you see if you can figure out what to do. You've got five minutes." He pushed his dick up to the teenager's lips, and Tiffany parted them, allowing him to slide inside her warm, wet mouth. "Thatta girl," he hissed, pushing his cock into the unwilling girl's mouth. "Get it all nice and wet. And here's a little hint: Since I'm gonna bury the entire length of this big boy all the way up in your rectum, it's in your best interest to get the entire length nice and wet. So I suggest you try deep throating me, Miss Daniels, all the way to the balls." As he spoke, he kept feeding more and more cockmeat past the cheerleader's lips and into the back of her mouth. Tiffany suddenly had a brain storm. If she could make this awful pervert cum now, in her mouth, then his cock would be too limp to fuck her in the ass. And maybe by the time he got hard again, the drug would be wearing off and she could escape. Accordingly, she began trying to give Dr. Steadman the best head she possibly could, swirling her pink little tongue over the bulbous helmet-head of his cock, slurping away frantically, and actually trying to push her face forward to get more of the cock into her mouth. She started to choke, but forced herself to stop, as the doctor's dick tickled the uvula in the back of her throat. "Just make him cum," Tiffany thought, wishing she had the power to use her hands to tickle his balls. "Just make him cum fast." "Ahhh, yes," Steadman moaned. "God, I LOVE being a man of medicine!" Suddenly there was a knock on the exam room door. Both Tiffany and her tormentor froze, although since Tiffany couldn't move anything below her neck, the freezing was more or less in her mind. The knock boomed again, and then the door burst open. "Fuckin' A!" yelled one of the workmen. "Looks like the doc's got himself a little party goin' on in here!" He stepped into the room, followed by the other worker. The two men took in the amazing sight of Tiffany, nude on the exam table with her legs splayed wide open, and the doctor's cock buried in her mouth so far that his pubic hair was tickling her face. "Hey doc," said the second worker. "Mind if we join ya?" "Mmppppffffff!" said Tiffany. CHAPTER THREE Dr. Steadman whirled around at the sound of the intruders, and his hard-on popped out of the teenager's sweetly sucking mouth. "Looks like you got some nice action goin' here, doc," said one workman. "Mind if we join in?" Steadman weighed his options in a split second. He could try to bluff his way, tell the men to get out, and continue his ravishing of the drugged and vulnerable girl. But if he did that, they would get pissed and could report him, and unlike Tiffany, they were not easily blackmailed. Or he could invite them to join him and have a turn on the girl. It really wasn't much of a choice, he thought. "Come on in, guys," he said. "The more the merrier. Maybe not from the patient's standpoint, but I don't think she'll object, will you Princess?" Tiffany had not thought her day could get any worse than being drugged and anally raped by a doctor during the lunch hour. But now she realized she was going to have to service three men. And she was just enough of a snob that somehow, in her subconscious, it was worse being violated by common construction workers than it was by a handsome doctor. "Please, doctor, I'm begging you," she wailed. "Let me go. I won't tell. I promise." "We already discussed that. Of course you won't tell. But I've got this condition here" - he pointed to his throbbing dick - "and I need you to take care of it. And I don't want to be selfish, so we can share you with these two newcomers. Names, gentlemen?" The construction workers realized he was talking to them, and they paused while stripping out of their overalls. "I'm Elliott," said the shorter one, who had closely cropped red hair and a full beard. "This here is Gary," he said, jerking a thumb at his partner, who was tall and thin and had long, dirty blonde hair. "I'm Dr. Steadman, but under the circumstances you can call me Michael. And let me introduce our guest of honor, Miss Tiffany Daniels." The cheerleader moaned and turned her head away from the burning lustful gazes of the three men. "Tiffany has had a little shot that more or less paralyzes her movement from the neck down," explained Steadman. "She can, however, feel everything that happens to her. Otherwise it wouldn't be any fun, would it Princess?" He reached out and grabbed a nipple, which was still jutting up from her firm young breast. He gave it a quick tug upward, and Tiffany moaned. Was it pain, or shame, or lust? She hardly knew the difference any more. Tiffany turned her head back, and saw that Gary and Elliott were now naked and approaching her. Both men were massaging their dicks, which were growing quickly into threatening weapons. "Here's the plan, gents," the physician said. "Since I don't have any rubbers handy and we don't want to get the Princess pregnant, we'll be fucking her up the ass today. She can suck on one guy while another takes her up the ass. We'll have a little round-robin on Tiffany."Since I set it up, I go first. Any questions?" "Sounds great to me!" said Gary. "Man, she's fuckin' hot. How old is she?" "According to her chart, she's 17," said Steadman. "A high-school senior right here at Daniels High School. And a cheerleader, no less. Don't you just bet that all the boys at her high school follow her around all day with drool cups under their chins, and little Princess Tiffany just swishes her ass at them and laughs to herself." "Yeah, she looks like a real prick teaser," said Elliott. "Only today she's gonna be a real prick pleaser." Tiffany tried to remain calm as the men talked about her like a piece of meat, but it was hard. They were so cruel, and yet, she had to admit, they were so right. She was a prick tease, she knew it, she enjoyed it. Somehow this horrible encounter was payment, or penance or something, for being such a cock tease. Just as she was thinking that, Steadman jammed his cock back into her mouth, and she began sucking him again. She could see Elliott and Gary standing right behind him, stroking their cocks lazily with one hand, waiting their turn. There was nothing for her to do but lay there and get fucked up the ass, she thought. Steadman sawed his cock in and out of the helpless girl's mouth for several minutes; the exam room filled with wet, slurping sounds. Tiffany had given up her plan of trying to make him cum in her mouth; even if she managed it with one, she'd never pull it off with all three. Soon, the doctor popped out and moved to the end of the table, between Tiffany's widely spread, immobile legs. "Let's scoot you down a little," he said, and grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her pelvis down toward the end of the examining table. This had the effect of forcing her legs apart even farther. When he was done, Tiffany Daniels' tight little pink bumhole was right at the end of the table, perfectly lined up for Steadman's massive dick. "Here we go, Princess," Steadman said, and he pushed the bulbous head of his cock up against her sphincter. Tiffany started to cry out, but was stopped because Gary had stuffed his cock into her mouth as soon as she opened it. He did not smell as clean as the doctor, she thought, as he rammed his erection into her. "Mppfffff!" she screamed, as Steadman penetrated her young asshole. "Ohh, man, that is soooo tight!" the doctor exclaimed as he fed his cock up the cheerleader's rectum, pushing it in inch by inch. Even though she had lubricated the tool as best she could, Tiffany still felt as if it was ripping her guts apart. But Gary was working up a rhythm in her mouth even as Steadman was starting to pull back out, then shove his erection back in again. "Nice ass, doc?" asked Elliott. "The finest," said Steadman. "You can't believe how tight it is. Hey listen, since you're not doing anything except standing there yanking your crank, why don't you change the station on that radio over there and find us some good gang-bang music?" "Sure thing, doc," replied the workman. He started fiddling with the knob on the boom box, tuning it away from the light classical station. After several spurts of static, the sound of one of the most popular songs of the fall of 1999, Lou Bega's "Mambo No. 5," filled the exam room. "One, two, three, four, five/ Everybody in the car come on let's drive ..." sang Bega. "Yeah, keep it there, I like this," said Steadman. Tiffany Daniels choked on the blue-collar cock that was reaming her mouth, banging against the back of her throat. Her asshole was on fire from Dr. Steadman's steady beat, penetrating her tiny orifice over and over as she lay there helplessly. And now this damn song playing! Like all high school students, Tiffany had heard the sexy Top 40 song "Mambo No. 5" over and over. Even though cheerleading hadn't actually started, she and some of the girls had gotten together informally and planned a half-time routine where they would dance to the song. They had practiced the last couple of weeks after school in the panelled rec room in Tiffany's basement, swaying their hips sexily and giggily as they choreographed it. Through the dim haze of the drugs and the humiliation, it occurred to her that now this song would be ruined for her, and that she would not be able to tell her friends why. Every time it played and she got up to dance at half-time, she would flash back to this awful medical examination. "A little bit of Monica in my life/ A little bit of Erica by my side/ A little bit of Rita is all I need/ A little bit of Tina is what I see," Bega sang. Steadman had now penetrated the poor girl's bowels completely with his rampaging cock, and was slapping his stomach against her exposed ass in time to the tune. Her legs were spread wide in the metal stirrups, with her knees pulled back almost even with her big tits, which were jiggling in time to the butt-slamming she was receiving. Gary was working his prick in and out of her unwilling mouth, and Tiffany just had to lay there and take it. Suddenly and very unexpectedly, Elliott started singing along with the tune. "A little bit of Tiffany — fuck her butt/ A little bit of Tiffany — What a slut!" Gary and Steadman burst out laughing. "Cool, man!" yelled Gary. "Sing it, dude!" "A little bit of Tiffany, make her squirm A little bit of Tiffany, give her sperm!" Elliott timed his invented verses so that he was singing them right over the correct spots in "Mambo No. 5." Tiffany was mortified. Being sexually used and degraded was horrible enough, but then to be laughed at! How humiliating! How would she ever be able to join her fellow cheerleaders at half-time and dance to this song that would, in her mind, forever have these awful lyrics about her. The arrival of the workmen had spoiled Steadman's plans for the girl. He had intended to cum in her mouth first - oh yes, he knew exactly what she was doing in trying to get him off orally - and then, after waiting a few minutes and tormenting her, he had intended to get himself hard again and take her in the ass. His theory was that having just cum, he would be able to ride her ass for a good 20 to 30 minutes, because there would be no semen built up. But the interruption by the workers had spoiled this, and as a result, Steadman found himself on the verge of cumming after only a few minutes of hammering his cock into the helpless cheerleader. "Oh, man, I'm gonna cum!" he announced to the room. Poor Tiffany could feel the mushroom-like head of the doctor's erection swell up even larger, and she grunted with a feeling of fullness as he rammed into her over and over. "Oh, fuck, fuck FUCK!" he yelled, and began to empty a torrent of boiling seed up inside the girl's rectum. "A little bit of Tiffany, what a whore/ "A little bit of Tiffany, her backdoor," Elliott sang along with Bega. Tiffany gasped as she felt the penis explode in her bowels. She could feel the monster pushing in relentlessly, gushing out spurt after spurt of sticky semen that coated her insides. She moaned in helpless self-pity, and quickly realized that her moaning was increasing the pleasure she was giving to Gary's cock as it thrust into her mouth. Every time she moaned, it was like she was giving him a "hummer." God, she couldn't win! "A little bit of Tiffany, in so deep/ A little bit of Tiffany, make her weep/ A little bit of Tiffany, up the bum/ A little bit of Tiffany, make her cum," sang the demented workman. "Hey, that's a great idea!" Steadman said. He had withdrawn his dick, which was rapidly wilting, and Tiffany's ravaged butthole gaped open. "I'm gonna make her cum while you guys keep doing her. Gary, you come around here and have a go at this sweet little teenaged ass. It ought to be nice and slick and easy to fuck now that I've creamed up the inside. Elliott, you can keep singing if you want, cause I love the way you're doing that song, but you can have a shot at her mouth now!" The men rotated, like members of a volleyball team after a point. Gary pulled his cock out of Tiffany's mouth and walked around to the base of the table, where her exposed asshole provided the perfect target for his throbbing piece of meat. Elliott, who was humming along while Bega sang a verse, waiting for another chorus, stepped up to Tiffany's face at the head of the table. Dr. Steadman, his dick now drooping, leaned over Tiffany's crotch and plunged his face hard down into her pussy. "Ohhhhh my Godddd!" Tiffany bellowed when she felt the doc's expert tongue make contact with her clit. The girl had been sexually revved up, and hadn't even been how good it would feel to have her hungry snatch stimulated. "I got a little change of plans, babe," Elliott informed her. "I can get my chick to suck my dick any old day, but she won't give me a rimjob no matter what. Since you don't have much of a say in things, why don't you stick that sweet tongue of yours right up Uncle Elliott's nasty old asshole?" With that, the construction worker turned around, presenting his backside to Tiffany's face, and spread his cheeks with both hands. Tiffany was staring right into his horrible asshole. "Do it, princess!" Steadman ordered. "Or I'll grab those nipples in some tweezers and let you feel some real pain!" Hating her powerlessness, Tiffany stuck her tongue out, and Elliot shuffled backward, impaling the girl's tongue deep up his ass. "Oh yeah, baby, work that mouth! Ream my ass!" "A little bit of Tiffany, suckin' ass/ A little bit of Tiffany, got no class/ A little bit of Tiffany, she's so young/ A little bit of Tiffany, what a tongue!" The three men all laughed uproariously at Elliott's sick satire of "Mambo No. 5."Gary was hammering away on the spread-eagled adolescent's ass, but his cock didn't hurt nearly as bad as the first one because her anal opening was now well-greased with semen. Steadman used his hands to pry apart her sticky labia and worked his tongue frantically up and down Tiffany's ever-stiffening clit. She could feel her pussy juices flowing freely now, running downward and further lubricating the cock that was reaming her asshole. Elliott sang loudly and lewdly, wiggling his hips from side to side while encouraging Tiffany to dig ever deeper with her tongue. "A little bit of Tiffany, what a girl/ A little bit of Tiffany, do that swirl." She knew he was referring to the way she was swirling her tongue up inside his disgusting ass. But she no longer cared about the rimjob she was being forced to give or the forced fucking she was enduring. All of Tiffany Daniels' attention was focused on her pussy, specifically on her clit, which Dr. Steadman was flicking back and forth with his tongue, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. "Mmmmmmmmm, ohhhh, mmmmmmm!" she moaned, giving a little anal thrill to Elliott. "Oh, man, I'm gonna shoot inside the bitch!" Gary shouted, and for the second time that day Tiffany felt a male penis swell inside her ass and begin to convulse. The feeling of fullness, which at first had been painful, was now part of the overall sexual experience and closely associated in her reeling mind with the powerful feelings radiating from her young crotch. "Ohhhh! Ohhh!" Tiffany was practically yelling into Elliott's ass as her orgasm approached. "Hey, buddy, let her vocalize!" Steadman told Elliott, who at first didn't understand what he meant, but who then stepped away. "Ohh, yessss, that feels so gooood!" Tiffany wailed, her mouth free for the first time in quite a while. "Yes! Yes Yes!" The only thing she could move was her head, and now, without even knowing what she was doing, she began lifting it and dropping it to the table. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" she screamed. Steadman reached down with his thumb and rammed it up inside her pussy while he sucked on her clit as hard as he could. It sent the cheerleader careening over the edge, driving her into a fierce orgasm. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, her chest went bright red, and she pounded the back of her head over and over onto the table. "God! God! Jesus! Jesus! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed as her pussy convulsed over and over. "Man, she's havin' a head-bangin' orgasm," Gary observed, watching the youngster's spasms. After about 20 seconds, Tiffany quieted. It was Elliott's turn at her ass, but by this point, it was almost anti-climactic for everyone. Except Elliott, of course. He began plunging into the girl as hard and as fast as he could. Steadman, his face all greasy with her love juices, bent down and began nibbling her clit again, and Tiffany rocketed quickly to a second orgasm, then a third, then a fourth. She felt the third cock of the day start to cum inside of her, and this time she had a simultaneous orgasm with the singing workman, who was no longer singing, just turning red in the face and grunting loudly. Finally, they were done. Steadman told the workers that the drug would be wearing off soon, and they dressed and cleared out, but not before each gave her a deep and lingering French kiss that disgusted Tiffany all over again. By the time she was able to twitch her legs a little, Steadman too was dressed, once more looking professional. "The drugs are wearing off, Princess, but remember our deal. Not a word to anyone, or I'll drag your past sexual history out for the whole world to see. I think a little bitch that cums as hard as you just did has some real experience that a 17-year-old wouldn't want everyone to know about." "I won't tell, I promise," Tiffany told the doc, as she realized she could flex her fingers. In 20 minutes, she was dressed, and Steadman was helping her off the table, making sure she could stand and walk properly before he let her get in her car and drive. He didn't want her driving with the drug still impairing her motor coordination. "After all," he thought with a smile, "that would be irresponsible." THE END "Are you crazy? Are you high? Or just an ordinary guy? Have you done all you can do? Are you with me, doctor?

MMM/f teen nc humil, med exam

CHAPTER ONE

Collections/xthewofliex/tiff4.txt

el Mano (ridge@ea.net)

Kristen the Cruiser

"Yup, I said, it will remind you about our agreement." "But that's two whole days," she said. "I know, but you can make it. When did you last use the toilet?" I asked. "Just now, but..." "No problem then," I said, cutting her off. "Come on in the bathroom." "Ohhhhhh...." she whined as I took her hand and led her into the bathroom. I walked her over to the vanity. "Bend over, put your hands on the counter top and spread your legs a little." She looked at me pleadingly. "Do it, Kristen!" She turned and assumed the position. I flipped her skirt up over her back and drew her little panties down to mid-thigh. "Now poke your little ass out, baby. Arch your back." She slowly complied. I picked up a tube of K/Y Jelly from the counter and lubed up the five-inch rubber plug. She squeaked as the cold object touched her tight little anus. I watched her face in the mirror as I slowly pushed the plug up into her tight ass. "Uggghhhh," she grunted deeply, her blue eyes bulging. "That's nice," I said, twisting the plug gently in her. "You have a nice tight little ass, baby, and I know that this plug pokes you inside. It isn't quite the same as my cock, but it's the closest thing I have that's portable for you right now." Kristen's head dropped below her shoulders as I pushed the plug the rest of the way in. I placed my hand flat on the back of the wide rubber flange, pushed it up against her warm ass cheeks and rubbed it against her, moving the plug inside. She groaned again. I saw her little anal ring snap into the recessed groove. "There we go, honey," I said as I leaned down and kissed her on the hip. "All done." I leaned down and pulled her panties up for her. She stood up slowly, wincing a little as she smoothed her skirt down around her hips. "OK," I said. "Let's get you home. I am already looking forward to Monday," I said cheerily as I led the bow-legged young teenager out to my truck.Lynn and I went into the living room and introduced ourselves to Patty and Erica, two of Kristen's friends from her cheerleading squad. Both young ladies were lovely. We chatted for a minute when suddenly Lyle ran in and said, "Lights out and everybody hide. I see headlights coming down the road." We dimmed the lights in the living room and everyone hid behind the furniture. A few seconds later, the front door opened and in walked Kristen followed by a dark-haired guy. Suddenly the lights came on and we all jumped up and hollered, "SURPRISE!" Kristen's hands went to her mouth. She was smiling brightly. She looked radiant! Then she saw Lynn and me standing in the corner partly behind a big overstuffed chair. She paled visibly, but managed to maintain her composure. She reached out and took her boyfriend's hand. Lyle was beaming from the hall door. Kristen saw her there, ran to her and hugged her. "Oh, Mom, you know how much I hate surprise parties," she said playfully. "I know, dear, but Happy Birthday anyway," she said smiling. "I couldn't invite all of your friends, you're so popular, but I did ask your closest friends, Patty and Erica and of course you know Lynn and our 'handyman'," she said smiling our way. Kristen turned back to the living room. "Hi, Erica... Patty... You guys," she said still smiling. The two young cheerleaders beamed. "Hello," she said demurely as she turned to Lynn and me. "Hello, Kristen, and Happy Seventeenth," I said smiling as I crossed the room to her. Before she knew what was happening, I grabbed her and hugged her warmly. God, she still smelled great! Her supple young body tensed. I let her go and smiled at the young man beside her. "This must be Rick," I said, sticking out my hand. "Rick, you're a lucky man," I said to the slightly dorky-looking guy. 'What in the hell does she see in him?' I wondered. "Hello," Rick said pleasantly as he took my hand in a 'dead fish' grip. "Kristen mentioned that you were tutoring her in English after school and that was the reason I had seen so little of her lately. I was beginning to get jealous!" the young man said, smiling. We all took a seat in the living room as Lyle offered everyone something to drink. We chatted for a minute and then I said, "Kristen, I have a present for you." I handed her the wrapped box. She took it from me nervously. She tried to smile for her friends as she slowly unwrapped it. It was a video cassette. She looked up at me with fear in her big blue eyes. "What's this?" she asked in a little voice, her face somewhat pale. "Yeah, what is it?" her cute little friend Erica asked. "Oh, it's just a little something I put together myself," I said. "I'm an amateur videographer and like to dabble in all sorts of stuff." "Cool," said Erica enthusiastically. "There's a lot of new stuff on there that I thought you might like, Kristen," I said to the now trembling teenager. She tried to smile. "Th-thanks," she said, "I'll be sure to play it later." "No, let's see it now," Erica chimed in. I gave Kristen a big knowing smile and said nothing. I wanted to let her dig her own way out of this. Just then, Lyle walked in with a tray of drinks and said, "Dinner in fifteen minutes." Kristen immediately took advantage of the situation. "Well," she said. "I guess the video will just have to wait." I noticed her looking around for a safe place to put the "hot" tape. Rick had, in the meantime, excused himself and gone to the kitchen to help Lyle make last-minute preparations, and Lynn had engaged Patty and Erica in a conversation about school. Kristen found her moment to exit and headed upstairs to stash her present. After a minute or two, I left on the pretense of checking on dinner and quickly slipped up the stairs to Kristen's door. I walked in without knocking. Kristen turned from her dresser as she closed the top drawer. She saw me standing in the door and paled once more. "What do you want?" she said, trying to appear brave and self-assured. "You know what I want, Kristen," I said as I closed the door. She began to tremble visibly as I walked over to her. She jerked away from me as I tried to place a hand on her cheek. "Don't touch me," she said venomously! "I've missed you, Kristen," I cooed. "Did you forget about our little agreement? If your mother hadn't called yesterday afternoon to invite me to your birthday party, I was going to put ten copies of our original video of you and Lynn into the main checkout rack at your school's library this very day." "I don't care," she said softly. "Sure you care, Kristen. I know you do. I think you're trying to see just how far you can push me, aren't you?" She said nothing. "Well, now you know how far. This is it, Kristen! That tape that you just stashed in your dresser drawer is even better than the first one. I know because I have been watching a copy of it for the past several days. I hadn't realized just how good you look on film before. You really do have a lovely little body, and you look so hot when you cum for me!" She began to shake harder, and her face flushed with anger. "So now what?!" she practically shouted at me. "Keep it down, baby," I said. "We wouldn't want the others to hear. I want you back, Kristen. I want you back, naked at my house every day just like last week; starting tomorrow afternoon. I want you to tell Rick to take a hike!" "What?!" she cried out. "You heard me," I said. "He doesn't look like your type anyway. He's too much of a dork to be with a hot little number like you, Kristen." "I can't do that," she whined. "Rick loves me," she said. "Do you love him? I asked. "I don't know, I think I do," looking at her feet. "That's what I thought," I replied smugly. "You need someone to light you up, young lady, and Rick just can't seem to get the fire started. Not like I can, right?" She flushed hotly. "So, no more games, you will be at my house tomorrow or else!" She hung her head meekly. "Good, now let's get back down to your party." She started to push past me when I said, "Oh, one more thing...." "What?" she said, turning. I could plainly see the fear and apprehension on her lovely face. "Where's my butt plug?" I asked. "I feel pretty certain that it is not still in place, is it?" She shook her head. "Where is it then?" "I threw it away," she admitted in a tiny, frightened voice. "Uh, huh," I said."Well," I went on, "No big deal, I guess." She looked momentarily relieved. "You see, I've brought you a second birthday present that I wanted to give to you in private." I smiled and she paled. Out of my blazer pocket, I took a Zip-Lock bag. In it was a small white plastic cylinder about 3/4 of an inch in diameter and 2-1/2 inches long. Both ends of the cylinder were rounded so that it looked like a large gel-cap. Kristen gazed at the device in horror. Inside the small cylinder were several complex electronic components including a small transceiver, a tiny oscillator set to vibrate at about 20 Hz, a compact circuit board containing some pretty sophisticated miniature high power capacitors, a micro-processor controlled voltage regulator, and a long life lithium power cell capable of powering the device for up to one year. All of the components were sealed in the small hard plastic container, which was completely impervious to damage from moisture, shock, or magnetic fields. It was also designed to be "stealthy" as far as most security metal detectors were concerned. The unit, designed to be inserted into the vagina, was capable of putting out low frequency vibrations for varying lengths of time depending on the setting input into the small remote transceiver disguised as a cellular phone that I had in my other pocket. It could also deliver mild pulsed electric shocks when a certain key was depressed. The two tiny transceivers, one in the remote and one in the device, were capable of "talking to one another" over a range of approximately 20 miles, the keying signals being piggy-backed sub-audibly onto a local ham radio club 440 MHZ repeater system. The unit also had a "failsafe" feature that would activate an alarm in the remote should the device "find itself" removed from an environment with a temperature of approximately 98.5 degrees Fahrenheit for more than a couple of minutes after its initial activation. I held the clear plastic bag up so the young girl could get a better look at it. "This is our new little "reminder", Kristen," I said to the frightened teenager. "We won't be needing the butt plug anymore although I do expect you to replace it. Now, Kristen, I want you to turn around, put your hands on your dresser and spread those lovely legs. You know the drill. Then I am going to place our 'reminder' deep into your sweet pussy where I expect it to remain until I remove it. Do I make myself clear?" She stared first at the device in the bag and then up at me in shocked disbelief. "Oh no... Pleassssssse... Not again," she wailed! "I promise I'll come over tomorrow. I'll do anything you want, anything! Just please don't make me do this, pleasseee!" "Bend over Kristen," I said calmly. "Do it now. We're running out of time and I want to show you how it works before we re-join your friends downstairs." She started to sob but slowly turned and put her hands on her dresser top. She moved her feet apart and back from the dresser and bent over. She was wearing a pretty party dress that hung down below her knees. I set the device in its bag down beside her hands on the dresser top and bent down. I gathered her pretty dress up past her narrow waist and let it rest on her back. She was sobbing more as I looked at her beautiful round ass barely covered by a pair of very brief pink satin panties with a nice lacy little waist band. I gently lowered her panties to just below her ass cheeks. "Spread your legs a little wider, baby," I said as I placed one hand on one of her warm inner thighs. She gasped at my touch. "Yeah, baby. You remember how much you like to be touched, don't you." "Ohhhhhh," she whined pitifully. As her legs spread, stretching her little panties tight on her thighs, I slipped my hand between and cupped her warm moist little pussy. "Oh God," she moaned. God she was hot down there. I had missed touching her so much. I also made a mental note that she needed a shave. I started to rub her as I looked up at her in the mirror. "That's my girl," I said. "I really missed your sweet pussy, Kristen. I really missed touching you and feeling you get warm for me." She groaned louder as I slipped a finger into her pussy slit. She was actually beginning to get a little damp. I moved my finger to her vaginal entrance and pushed inside. "Ohhhhhhh," she moaned as her back arched. "Oh, yeah, baby. You missed me too, didn't you?" I slowly fucked my finger in and out of her tight young pussy. After a minute or two of this she was reasonably wet inside. "OK, honey," I said. "I think your pussy is ready for my toy now." "Nooo, please," she said trying to stand up. I put a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her back down on the dresser top. "Hold still, Kristen," I commanded. She sobbed some more. I removed the unit from the Zip-Lock. I had stored it in the bag because I had pre-lubricated it with K/Y Jelly before leaving my house. I almost dropped the slippery little bugger as I moved my hand down between the teenager's spread thighs. "Poke your sweet little ass out some for me, Kristen." She whined, but complied. I rubbed one thumb in between her small glistening labia, spreading them slightly. I could see the pink insides of the tight entrance to her sweet belly. As I placed the rounded end of the device against her pussy lips, she gasped and flinched. "Hold still," I said. I gave her a little slap on the ass. She squeaked. "Uggghhhh," she grunted as I pushed the small white cylinder into her. It slid in easily in spite of her tightness. As the other rounded end disappeared into the young girl, I followed it with my middle finger. I felt her strong pussy muscles spasm as I pushed the plastic device as far up into her as I could possibly reach. I slowly withdrew my finger from her quivering hole and then pushed back into her a few more times, gently fucking her. After I finally pulled out, I rubbed her full warm pussy for several minutes before reaching down and pulling her panties up. I patted her on the butt and said, "OK, honey you can stand up now. That wasn't so bad was it?" Slowly Kristen rose to a stand. She smoothed her dress down and I could see her shift her hips as she tried to adjust herself around the foreign object in her tummy. "Don't worry, baby, you'll get used to it in time," I said as I took the remote out of my pocket and flipped the tiny switch marked "ARM". "Why after tonight, I'll bet you won't even know it's there unless of course I do this." I held the remote up so she could see and pressed the pulse key. Kristen's big blue eyes practically bulged out of her head as her mouth flew open and her head flew back.Her knees locked tightly together, and her back arched as she let out a deep guttural grunt. "Uuugggggghhhhh!!!!" I released the key instantly so she only received a one-second pulse. It was really not enough energy to hurt her at all. As a matter of fact, Lynn had been willing to test it out for me earlier and found it to be quite pleasurable after she knew what to expect. Kristen looked at me in shock. (No pun intended) "Nice little gadget, isn't it, baby?" I said. "How did you do that?" she gasped. "With this trusty remote," I said, smiling. "It can also do this," I said. "No, wait," she said as I quickly keyed in 0.25 and hit ENTER. Kristen's eyes slowly got wider, and her hands went to her lower abdomen. She started to whimper as her knees began to rub together. She could barely stand still when the 15-second period ended, and the vibrations from deep in her pussy ceased. "That was 15 seconds' worth, baby. I can program in any amount of time up to 999 minutes. Wanna go for the record?" I said, grinning at the panting young girl. "How? W-when?" she stuttered, totally confused. "It's quite a little miracle of technology, isn't it? I can activate it anytime from practically anywhere. It will also 'tell me' if you try to remove it, although I doubt if you will be able to without a speculum and long forceps. So I won't have to worry about you throwing it away." She just stood there, completely flabbergasted. "Well, now that my little demonstration is over, I think we should go back downstairs. You have guests, Kristen." I turned and left the room. I went directly to the kitchen to see what was going on with the food. "Ah, here you are," said Lyle. "Are you all set?" "I sure am, Lyle. I'm starved," I said, grinning. "Why don't you and Rick help carry stuff out to the dining room, and I'll go call the troops," she said. "Glad to," I replied. I picked up a big platter of asparagus and headed into the dining room. We all got settled around the table. I was seated between Patty and Erica, who babbled across me ceaselessly all through the meal. Lynn and Kristen were seated across from us, and Rick and Lyle were at either end. It was a really good dinner. I hadn't had a good home-cooked meal in quite some time, and Lyle was an excellent country cook. Idle chatter ran rampant as we all ate slowly. About halfway through the meal, the little transceiver in my jacket pocket chirped just like a cellular phone receiving a call. It was a little feature I had programmed in just for such an occasion. As I pulled it out of my pocket, Kristen eyed it nervously. I smiled sweetly at her and then said, "Excuse me, everyone. Now, who could be calling me at this hour?" I keyed in 3 and hit ENTER. "Hello," I said into the fake phone. "Hmm, no one there. You never know about these cellular phones," I commented to no one in particular as I placed the tiny transceiver on the table beside my plate. Kristen, who had been about to take a bite of scalloped potatoes, quickly put her fork down on the side of her plate. Her eyes went a little wider as she dropped her hands to her lap below the edge of the table. She just sat there for a minute, staring blankly without saying a word. No one seemed to notice except for me that she had at first paled slightly but now her pretty face was beginning to take on a nice, healthy glow. She began to squirm in her seat a bit as she brought her shoulders back against the back of the chair. She shivered once and looked around the table sheepishly. I smiled knowingly at her as I imagined her little pussy beginning to get really wet. Hell, she was probably already spotting those pretty pink satin panties. I figured about two minutes had passed when she let out an almost imperceptible little moan and rolled her big blue eyes. "My, Kristen... you are looking absolutely radiant tonight," I said to the slowly squirming teen. She blushed as all eyes looked toward her. "Th-thank you," she said in a slightly husky voice. She reached out a trembling hand for her water glass. As she brought it to her lips, her shoulders suddenly relaxed, and she slumped forward slightly, sighing into her glass. I'll bet that young girl was hot as a three-minute egg. I gave her about a minute to recuperate. I turned to Lyle and said, "Kristen tells me she wants to start up her tutoring again tomorrow. Is that OK with you, Lyle?" "Whatever Kristen needs to keep up her honor roll status," her mother replied. "Listen, I feel I should compensate you somehow for the time you spend with her," she went on. I just smiled sweetly and said, "Kristen's company is compensation enough for me." "Alright," she said, "but if you change your mind, you will let me know?" "No problem," I said as I looked over at Kristen. She sat staring at me in disbelief. I picked up the "phone" again. "I think maybe I'll just turn this thing off," I said as I again punched 3 and hit the ENTER key. Kristen immediately sat upright in her seat. She looked directly at me with a pleading expression. I just smiled as I watched her begin to heat up. I fantasized what it might be like to fuck her while my "reminder" had its way with her. Maybe I would have to try that. There should be enough room, provided I didn't fuck her too deep. I watched as the teenager began to perspire. Her mother looked at her. "Are you alright, dear?" she asked, noticing Kristen looked mildly distressed. 'I know why,' I thought. 'I'll bet she's about to cum right here at the dinner table.' Her hips were actually beginning to grind in her seat. Kristen gave a little gasp. "It's so hot in here," she said as her hands again disappeared into her lap. Her eyes closed momentarily, and she gave a long, hard shiver. I'll bet she was about to slide right off her chair, she was so wet. The timer expired. "Oh god!" she breathed heavily, leaning forward onto the table. She fought to get her composure back. "I just really had a dizzy spell," she said to everyone at the table. "I can give you something for that," I offered, smiling at her. "No. No, thank you, I'll be fine. I just need some air." She excused herself from the table and walked out of the dining room. Rick got up and went after her. I heard the front door open and then close. "I hope she's OK," I said to Lyle. "Oh, she'll be alright," Lyle said, smiling at me. "It's just the excitement." "Yeah, you're probably right," I agreed. The rest of the evening went about as expected. I "buzzed" Kristen a couple of more times while she was opening her presents. I'm pretty sure she had an orgasm the second time around. At one point, just after Patty and Erica left, I managed to get Kristen alone again in the kitchen.Lynn had aided in this by cornering Rick into some boring conversation about computers and the Internet. "So, how do you like our new little 'reminder'?" I asked her. No reply. "It looked to me like you came at least once in there when you were down on the floor with your friends," I smiled at her. This time she gave me a hateful stare. "Well, I have certainly enjoyed the evening. I know that deep inside you had a good time too! So, I'll see you tomorrow then, right?" "OK," she said dejectedly. "Be there, Kristen! This time no games! Have you told Rick to get lost yet?" "Not yet," she said softly, looking at her feet. "Well, I think he at least understands that you will again be spending your afternoons and evenings with me, so you can string him along if you want to for a while, that's up to you, but eventually I expect you to dump him." "I know," she said, more resigned. "Good. That's more like it. Well, Lynn and I have to go, so I'll see you tomorrow." "OK," came her soft reply. I took a quick look around and, seeing no one coming, I put my hand behind her head and pulled her mouth to mine. At first, she struggled, but finally, she relaxed and let me kiss her. She did not exactly kiss me back as she had in the past while she was in the throes of passion, but she did not try to prevent me from putting my tongue into her sweet mouth. "Mmmmmm," she tasted like heaven. I decided to run by Kristen's school and watch her cheerleading squad practice and maybe have a little more fun with the "reminder". I had "buzzed" her periodically during the day, varying the intervals between "sessions" and the duration of each. That way, I felt sure she was pretty much unprepared for the stimulations. Once, at about 9:15, I hit her for almost ten full minutes. I'll bet she was cumming all over the place. She probably left a puddle on the seat of her desk. I never did use the pulsed shocks, though. I wanted to be around to watch that. I parked my car about a block away from the athletic fields and strolled leisurely over to an area beside the bleachers. I had a very good view of the six young ladies as they went through their routines. They were all kicking high and shaking their little pom-poms and generally putting on quite a show if you're into that sort of thing. Cheerleaders have never really been my thing, with the exception of one or two, but that was merely coincidence. One of those coincidences was looking magnificent right now out on the field. She was by far the best looking of the group. It was no wonder that she had been made head of the squad. She was as talented as she was beautiful. She was placing her incredibly limber young body in some rather suggestive poses. I watched for a minute or two and then pulled out my little remote and punched in 0.50. I waited for Kristen to bend down with her legs spread. She shook her pom-poms right in front of her toes and looked straight ahead at the empty bleachers when I hit ENTER. Suddenly, she dropped one pom-pom and put her hand between her thighs. She stood up quickly and brought her knees tightly together as she turned away from her teammates. I punched in another thirty seconds and waited as the first "session" time expired. Soon, she shook her head in a nonplussed fashion, causing her long blonde ponytail to swing out in a wide arc, then bent back over into the same pose. As soon as her hands touched the ground, I "hit" her again. This time, she brought her legs together and knelt on the grass with both hands pressed between her thighs. She looked straight up at the sky and swayed from side to side slowly. One of her teammates saw her and went to her. They exchanged words, and Kristen shook her head. The other girl stood by her for a minute and then went back to her practicing. When Kristen got up after the timer had expired the second time, she looked around suspiciously. I stepped behind the bleachers. Seeing nothing, she returned to her routine. At one point, she was facing away from me when she bent down, touching her toes with her legs spread wide apart. I got a glimpse of a big wet spot on her red cheerleader pantaloons. I left her alone for a while until the squad of young girls finally finished their practice for the day. As they walked off the field and into one of the corridors leading to the locker rooms, I hit the pulse key. Kristen practically leaped into the air and then grabbed a nearby railing to steady herself. I could hear her screech arrive at my location about one second later. She again looked around and then disappeared into the corridor. I gave her about fifteen minutes as I walked back and got into my car to head home, then I gave her one full minute of deep vaginal vibration. She was really going to be worked up by the time she arrived at my house. The knock came at my door at 4:05 PM. Kristen was looking fresh and clean as I let her in. It is amazing how women can hide the fact that they have been sexually aroused just moments before. Nothing shows. Everything is neatly tucked away inside. I had been "buzzing" Kristen every ten to fifteen minutes for the past hour and a half, and still, she looked like she just walked out of a fashion magazine. Her blonde hair was neatly held back in a long ponytail. Her blouse and skirt were immaculate. Even her makeup was perfect. "Hi, Kristen," I said as she pushed past me and into the hall. She did not look too happy. "Have a nice day at school?" I asked, smiling. She glared at me and said nothing. "Oh, the silent treatment! Well, I can tell what kind of day you had very easily. Come over here." Slowly, she approached. She stopped just out of reach. I held my ground. "Closer, Kristen," I commanded. Darts of hate flew from her blue eyes as she stepped up in front of me. "That's a good girl," I said. "Now hold still, I want to see exactly what kind of day you had, because you apparently don't wish to share that information with me just now." I looked her straight in the eyes as I bent and lifted the hem of her skirt slowly. At first, she stared back until, with my other hand, I reached up under her dress. I smiled broadly at her. She flushed and looked away. Her panties were soaked. "Oh, yes, baby! It feels to me like my little girl has had quite an exciting day." I gently rubbed her through her sticky wet panties. "Did my little 'reminder' make my girl all warm and runny? Yeah, baby, you're all hot and wet for me already. Let's not waste any time, then, what do you say." I knelt down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her feet. She trembled slightly. Next, I drew her soaked little panties down to her ankles."Step out of these nasty wet things, honey. Will you do that for me?" Wordlessly, the young woman obeyed. I looked up at her and saw that she was again blushing hotly. That was good. I liked that. I then looked down at her lovely pussy. She was just beginning to show a "five o'clock shadow" of fine blonde hair at the top of her pubic mound and just along the inner edges of her full puffy vulva. It felt a little like soft sandpaper as I cupped her and began to rub gently. I dipped a finger into her, and sure enough, she was just as wet as she could be and incredibly hot as well. After only a minute or two, I stood facing her and unzipped my fly. I reached in and pulled my nine-inch fuck engine out. I intended to leave my pants on for this. I also left her blouse and sneakers on. She moaned as I moved against her. She made a feeble attempt to push me away. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard on her sweet mouth. I intended to ravage the young teen right there in the front hall. "Kiss me back, Kristen," I said. Reluctantly, she began to move her sweet mouth against mine. I darted my tongue in and out of her mouth several times. Jesus, I had missed this young girl. Almost too much, I thought. After a minute, I reached down and lifted one of her firm, warm thighs up to my hip. "Keep your leg up there," I told her. I pushed my cock down under her raised leg and brought the back of it against her hot, wet little cunt. "Mmmmpphh," she groaned into my sucking mouth. I moved my hips, rubbing my cock back and forth over her wet pussy lips, coating it well with her hot, sticky juices. I bent my knees slightly and grabbed Kristen around her narrow waist with one arm. With my free hand, I guided the head of my cock up against her young vaginal opening. I thrust up with my legs and hips and entered the teenager in one swift motion. "Oh god," she groaned as she put one hand back against the wall and the other around my shoulders for support. I felt her soft vaginal walls separate as I passed into her. God, how I had missed her pussy! "Oh, baby, you feel so good. So nice and tight and warm," I groaned. "Mmmm... Ohhhh... Mmmmm," she moaned softly as I slowly pumped in and out of her tight little pussy. I pushed up deeper inside her with each slow thrust until finally, the head of my cock met with a hard little obstruction. I held still for a second and kissed the young girl deeply, feeling her inner muscles quiver around me. After a brief pause, I again pushed up into her. This time, as the head of my cock met with the end of the "reminder," I pushed a little harder. I was only into her about three inches, and I knew from experience that she could take at least nine. As I continued to push, I felt the reminder move deeper into her birth canal. She grunted loudly and tried to stand up on her tiptoes as the inside end of the "reminder" pushed against her cervix. "Mmmm, baby, yeah, honey," I cooed gently as I pulled back out and then slowly pushed back into her. "My little toy is really all the way up in there now!" "Ohhhhhhh," she moaned as I began to slowly fuck her. Kristen was starting to get off. Her eyes were closed, and her head was rolling as I fucked her slowly, slowly. I think she liked it this way. I certainly did. I could feel her tight pussy adjust to me each time I pushed slowly into her. I could feel her insides grab and suck as I withdrew. I had to try activating the reminder without her noticing me. I carefully reached into my back pocket and pulled out the remote without breaking the rhythm of my fucking. I kept the unit behind my butt as I felt over the keypad with my thumb. I definitely didn't want to hit the pulse button just yet. I hoped I had my thumb on one of the number keys, it didn't matter which one, and pressed it once. "Ohhhhh....Mmmmm," my young conquest moaned again as I continued to fuck her tender pussy slowly and rhythmically. I felt around for the ENTER key. It was different than the rest. It was wider, just like on a computer keyboard. I held my thumb over the key and pushed up deep into Kristen, forcing the "reminder" up against the back of her vaginal canal, and held as I depressed the key. Holy Shit!!!! I thought we would both explode on the spot. Kristen gave a long cry with a gradual increase in volume as her body began to tremble all over. We both came up on our tiptoes as I clutched at her thigh against my hip and hugged her narrow waist and flat tummy tightly against me. I could actually feel the vibrations of the device not only through the head of my cock, which was pressed against it, but I could also feel its vibrations mixed with Kristen's own vaginal spasms transmitted through the walls of her vagina. I looked up at her face as I began to tremble as well. She was in another world. Her eyes were rolled back as she stared blankly at the ceiling. Her eyelids were fluttering, and animal grunts and groans were issuing from her open mouth. I held her tightly as I felt her pussy clamp down on me as the first wave of her orgasm passed over her. I think I caught the second or third wave, I can't remember, but my load erupted into her quivering cunt in volcanic proportions. Kristen came over and over again. I just held on tightly and rode out the gale after I had spent my load. 'Christ!' I thought. 'What fucking button did I push?!?!' "That's it, baby, cum for me Kristen. Keep cumming for me, baby. Your pussy feels so good when you cum. Can you feel the vibrator against your cervix, baby? Oh, yeah, Kristen, that's the system, honey." She was crying out and panting and shaking her head from side to side violently. The "reminder" had her in a non-stop orgasmic state. Now was the time. "Kiss me, baby," I panted into the wild girl's ear. She planted her hot, sucking mouth on mine without hesitation. She practically raped my mouth with her tongue as she sucked the very breath out of me. "Tell me you want my cock, honey. Tell me you want my big, hard cock way up inside." "Yeah, yeah, I want it!" she panted as I began to fuck her again. "Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me! I need your cock in me. Don't stop, PLEEEZZE!!" she wailed. "Don't ever stop, don't ever stop!! OH GOD!!" she shouted as she came again. I couldn't believe it, but suddenly I felt my own jizz begin to rise for the second time in just a few minutes. I was weak-kneed and about to fall down as I fired a second volley into Kristen's belly. "Jeeeesusssssss!" I hollered as we both came together. We hugged each other tightly and shook.After several minutes had passed, we began to rally and untangled ourselves. We were both kind of surprised to find ourselves on the floor. The last thing I remember, I was standing, holding Kristen tightly to me, my cock buried deep in her spasming young pussy. I vaguely remember feeling the "reminder" still humming inside her as the young girl shook and quaked in one wave after another of orgasmic tremors. The next thing I knew, she was wrapped around me on the hall carpet, dozing quietly. I will never know to this day what button(s) I pressed on the remote. I feel pretty certain that I pressed the 1 button. I had originally intended to "buzz" her in a series of several short bursts. Maybe I had pressed 2 by mistake. I must have then accidentally depressed the 9 key at the same time I hit ENTER. Who knows! Anyway, the result had been one incredible fuck! "Did you like that, baby?" I murmured to the teen as she slowly came around. It took a minute for her mind to clear, but suddenly that old look of resentment was back on her otherwise lovely face. "Do you have to make me do these awful things?" she asked angrily. I smiled at the irate young woman. "Now, baby, all I did was provide the stimulation. Your hot young body did the rest. Why, just listen to yourself." I reached for my jacket that I had dropped in my excitement and found the remote to my house audio/visual system. I looked at the tiny monitor on the remote and hit REWIND/SCAN. I watched our recent 'sextravaganza' played backward at a high rate of speed. I stopped it at the pertinent spot. I hit PLAY. The sounds of Kristen's passionate cries filled the apartment with her passionate pleas to be fucked by me. "Yeah, yeah, I want it!" she panted as I began to fuck her again. "Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me! I need your cock in me. Don't stop, PLEASE!!" she wailed. "Don't ever stop, don't ever stop!! OH GOD!!" blared through the recessed speakers in every room. I hit STOP. Kristen looked crushed. "You see, baby," I said. "All I have to do is supply the ignition, and you burn like a Roman candle! You're a little slut, Kristen!" She paled at my choice of words. "You might be an honor student and a head cheerleader, but I know, and soon you will too, that what really drives you is right between those hot little thighs of yours." Her blue eyes flashed in anger. "I am not a slut," she cried! "Oh yes you are, baby! You'll do anything or say anything when you've got a big hard cock up inside you! I've been with a lot of women, mostly young women, and I know a cock-hungry little girl when I see one. Let me tell you, honey, you are the hottest thing I have ever been with. I intend to continue with your conditioning until you realize just who and what you are. Let's just say that I am going to have to fuck some sense into you!" I grinned at the distressed teenager. She glared at me hotly. "Now get up and get the rest of your clothes off. You have been dressed for entirely too long. I want you naked now, and I want every part of your young body accessible to me at all times." I stood and pulled her to her feet. She struggled helplessly as I began to forcibly remove the rest of her clothing. I batted her hand away as she tried to prevent me from unbuttoning her blouse. I actually popped the last two buttons off as I pulled the garment apart and forced it back over her shoulders. "Let me go," she shouted as I turned her around and pulled her blouse the rest of the way off. I threw it on the floor. I was reaching for the catch on the back of her bra when she broke free of my grasp and ran down the hall toward the living room. I just smiled as I watched her cute little body round the corner at the end. I reached down and picked up the "reminder" control. I pushed the button marked P with a little lightning bolt running through it. I heard a shriek from the living room. I pushed it again. Another cry. As I slowly walked down the hall to the living room, I keyed in 5 and hit ENTER. As I approached the door, I could hear her moans of pain and pleasure. I turned the corner to find Kristen on the floor on her side. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, and her hands were pressed between her thighs. Her head was thrown back, and her little hips were rolling. Her eyes were staring sightlessly, and her mouth was open wide and panting. I pressed the P once more. "Uugghhh," she grunted loudly as her whole body jerked. I lay down on the floor behind her and placed a hand on her hip. "That's my girl," I cooed. "Feel my toy in your belly, baby. Feel my toy make love to you, Kristen." I ran my hand gently up the shivering girl's back. I unclasped her bra strap and slipped the garment over her shoulder. I smoothed her hair and caressed her cheek as she groaned and shook. Suddenly, she cried out softly, and her body jerked convulsively several times. She had cum again. I quickly moved my hand down over her soft round ass and slipped my fingertips in between her tightly closed legs. Pussy juice was literally bubbling out of her. As I wiggled my fingertips into her sopping wet slit, I could feel her labia vibrating at 20 Hz. I turned around on the floor and pushed the tip of my tongue between her bubbling ass cheeks. I felt her hands move out of the way slightly as my nose took their place. Her ass pressed against me as I gently licked her, sipping her juice like honey. I just lay there feasting on her until at last the timer expired, and the device released her. As I felt her little body relax, I gave her a deep, long lick and got up from the floor. She was trembling and weak as I picked her light young body up off the floor and laid her on the couch. I left her there and went to the bathroom to draw a warm tub of water. I dumped in a liberal amount of bubble bath oil, then I returned to the living room. Kristen was where I had left her. She was just staring at the ceiling. She looked at me blankly as I bent down and effortlessly lifted her in my arms; her little bra fell to the floor. One of her warm arms circled my neck as I carried the weak young girl into the bathroom and placed her gently into the bath. She actually smiled at me for the very first time, I think. Not much, but it was a start. I sat by the tub and gazed at her for several minutes. Neither of us said a word. She did not resist as I sat her up and stepped into the big tub, sat down behind her, and placed one leg down along either side of her. She allowed me to lean her back against my chest. Her head fell back on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her arms and chest and basked in the feel of her warm body.We both awoke covered with goose bumps and shivering in the now tepid water. Kristen unwrapped my arms from around her and got out of the tub. Her supple little body looked great dripping with bath water. She didn't say anything to me as she grabbed a towel and dried herself off. I got out and dried off as well, then stepped closer to the young girl and took her in my arms. She did not resist, but rather passively allowed me to hug her. I nuzzled my nose against her soft neck just under her right ear and whispered, "It's time for your shave, baby." Her body tensed, but she did not try to pull away nor did she resist as I took her by her shoulders and steered her backwards to the edge of the vanity. I removed the big towel she had wrapped around herself and then grabbed her around her waist just below her rib cage and hoisted her up onto the edge of the vanity next to the sink. "Scoot back a little, Kristen, and lean back against the mirror," I told her. She obeyed without protest. Her expression remained blank as I took her ankles in my hands and raised her feet up onto the front edge of the counter, and then pulled her knees apart, spreading her wide. I remained silent as I got my shaving mug and brush out of the medicine cabinet. I ran a little water into the mug and began to whip up a nice lather with the badger hairbrush. All the while, I gazed into Kristen's eyes. At first, she simply stared back at me expressionless, then she lowered her eyes. The teen gave a tiny gasp as I first touched the soft soapy brush to her tender pussy lips. She watched as I gently soaped her sweet pussy all over. I swirled the brush around all the right places. "Mmmmm," she sighed softly as her head went back against the big mirror. "Feels pretty nice, doesn't it, honey?" I said softly. She didn't answer. When I had her tender pussy uniformly covered with foam, I dropped the brush into the cup and set it down. I picked up the light disposable razor and started shaving the lowest portion of her full puffy vulva. I worked carefully down and around her rubbery little asshole. I made sure I got the insides of her thighs. I had to push her full vulva to one side to get into the crease in between her inner thighs and her pussy lips. I saw her tummy jerk from time to time as her body reacted to the stimulation. Carefully, I worked my way up both her vulva, shaving them absolutely clean and smooth. When I was up past the entrance to her vagina, I paused and laid the razor on the counter top. I picked up the shaving mug again and began to lather her up all over her inner labia and over her vagina. She gave me a puzzled little look as I reached my hands behind her firm butt and scooted her forward so that her ass was right on the edge of the counter, then with two fingers, I entered her. She groaned softly and rolled her head back. Without a word, I proceeded to fuck my two fingers in and out of her, pushing some of the soapy foam into her to mix with her juices, which were beginning to flow already. "Two could play the silent game," I thought. Her head was still back against the glass. I said, "Look at me, Kristen." She brought her head up and looked at me as I placed the head of my cock against her vaginal opening and pushed into her. Her eyes widened, and briefly I saw that "Inward Stare" as I slipped deep into her belly. I have always loved the look on a girl's face and in her eyes when she is being entered. It's almost an innocent, mystified sort of stare. Not really seeing, but rather staring within. I felt Kristen's muscular young vagina expand as I progressed into her slowly. When the head of my cock hit the hard plastic obstruction hidden deep in her vaginal canal, I stopped. I held still inside her, feeling her body adjust around me for a moment, and then picked up the razor and resumed shaving. I flexed my muscles so that the head of my cock expanded and contracted inside her. I could feel Kristen's supple muscles respond as her cunt milked me instinctively. Carefully, I shaved around my protruding cock shaft and up over her pubic mound. I slipped a soapy thumb down below where I had already shaved and began to rub her erect little clitoris. "Ohhhhhh... Mmmmm," the teenager moaned as I worked on her, moving my thumb up and down in the top of her soapy slit. When I was pretty sure I had removed all traces of her fine blonde hair, I laid the razor on the counter. Her legs had been dangling off the counter down either side of my thighs. I took one firm warm thigh in each hand and pulled them up higher on my hips. This caused her little ass to slide out just over the edge of the vanity. She lay back on her elbows, put her blonde head back against the glass, and looked at me. Kristen looked ready. I began to fuck her slowly, like I now knew she liked it. "Mmmmm.... Ohhh.... Ohhh.... Ohhh..." she began to softly moan to my slow, even cadence. I took one of her tender young breasts in my hand and gently rubbed it, allowing my fingers to flick over the tiny erect nipple. The young girl opened her blue eyes and gazed into mine. I saw a gentle glow. Without warning, she took a deep breath and then began to tremble all over. I felt her tight young pussy contract around me as she came unexpectedly. "Oh, that's so nice, baby," I said soothingly as I rubbed her firm breast. I humped slowly in and out of her for a minute or two longer, then gently pulled out. She continued to look at me with a sort of uncertain look on her lovely flushed face as she basked in her afterglow. I was beginning to sense a certain amount of true resignation in her body language. "Hop down, sweetheart, and let's go into the living room." I held the warm young teenager by her narrow waist as she lowered her feet to the floor. "I think we can remove that 'reminder' now." She looked up at me, and I thought I saw another hint of a smile. I placed an arm around her warm little shoulders and gently led her into the living room. I had Kristen lie down on her back on the sofa with a big pillow under her hips. I left her there as I went to get my speculum and long forceps. The teenager looked at the chrome instruments with fear in her eyes. "Don't worry, honey. This won't hurt. Have you ever had a pelvic exam?" "Uh, huh," she answered. "Well, then you know exactly what this will feel like," I said as I went into the bathroom. I ran the speculum under hot tap water to warm it up a little for her and then returned to the living room. "OK, honey, spread your legs as wide as you can." I knelt between her spread thighs and looked down at her gaping, hairless pussy.Before I could do anything else, I had to taste her. I had to run my tongue over her smooth, soft pussy lips. I laid the speculum beside me on the couch and leaned down to her. I breathed in a deep breath, reveling in her moist, musky scent. She moaned softly as my mouth touched her smooth lips. Oh God, she felt good. I didn't even lick her at first. I just rubbed my nose and lips around on and in her warm, smooth pussy. I nuzzled her little clit with my nose and dipped my tongue inside her. Her sweet taste was ambrosia. I could see Kristen's firm little tummy begin to heave to my licking. She was sighing softly and moving her hips against my face. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to take her through another fiery climax, but that would come later. Right now, I had work to do. I reluctantly drew away from her luscious pussy and picked up the speculum. I made sure that it was fully closed. I rubbed Kristen's wet slit with one thumb for a minute and then gently separated her soft inner lips with two fingers. She looked down her body at me as I slowly pushed the tips of the two slightly curved stainless steel "blades" of the instrument into her tight, wet vagina. Kristen drew in a deep gasp. "Just relax, baby," I said reassuringly. "I have done this before. I know it feels strange, but it is necessary to spread you very wide in order for me to get to the device inside you. I'll go real slow. You let me know if it hurts, OK?" "OK," she replied in a tiny voice. She was pretty scared. When the "blades" of the speculum were fully inside the young girl, I began to turn the handle on the end of the instrument, causing the "blades" to separate. Slowly, her vagina grew wider and wider as the speculum spread her walls. Kristen groaned a little and began to squirm. "Hold still, honey. We're almost there," I told her. I stopped when she was well open. I picked up a small penlight and aimed it into her gaping vagina. I could plainly see her fluffy, convoluted inner walls. Since she was pretty wet from her recent arousal, she glistened inside. Then, deep at the end of her vaginal canal, I could just make out the rounded end of the "reminder." It was really lodged deeply inside the young girl. I was sure it had been driving her crazy when activated, since the other end of it was no doubt resting against the entrance to her womb. "I can see it in there," I told the young girl. "Now let's see if I can reach it," I said as I picked up the long forceps. Carefully, I inserted the forceps into her. I kept their rounded ends closed until I felt them tap against the hard plastic device. I held the pen light close to her entrance and very carefully opened the ends of the forceps. At first, I could not get a hold on the slippery plastic cylinder, but eventually, I managed to grab the end of it. Kristen gasped once, and her hips jerked. "Damn," I muttered. "Lost it." "What?!" Kristen said in a frightened voice. "Don't worry," I said. "It's just slippery, that's all. There, got it again," I said as I began to slowly extract the device from the teenager's belly. Finally, it was out. I laid it down on the sofa and began to "unwind" the speculum. "All done," I said as I removed the instrument from Kristen's young pussy. She sighed deeply. I placed my hand tenderly over her soft, smooth pussy and rubbed her gently, then I moved up and massaged her uterus slowly, working out any cramping. Suddenly, a loud whistling sound screamed from my jacket pocket. "Oops," I said as I scrambled off the couch. "I forgot to disarm the little bugger." I found the remote and flipped the ARM switch to the OFF position. The racket ceased. I smiled at Kristen and returned to the sofa. "That was our little friend letting me know that 'he' was no longer inside your nice warm belly," I said. I rubbed her warm, soft tummy and massaged her over her uterus for several minutes. "Kristen, I am going to run you home now. I am going to trust you to come back tomorrow. If you do not show up, or if you disappoint me in any way, I will put our little friend back deep inside you and leave it there. Do I make myself perfectly clear," I said, staring hard at the lovely naked young girl? She nodded. >>> Kristen - Thirteen <<< I received an unexpected phone call from Kristen the next day, just after lunchtime. She was calling from school to tell me that her cheerleading squad would be practicing late and that she would probably be pretty tired and would like to just go home afterward. She wanted to let me know in advance so that I wouldn't be angry with her for not showing up on time as agreed. She went on to say that she would definitely be coming over the next afternoon. I told her that I was disappointed, but that it would be OK for her to miss our "appointment" just this once. "I'll see you Wednesday for sure, then Kristen," I asked? "I promise I'll be there," she assured me. She even sounded a little like she was looking forward to our meeting. "OK," I said. "I'll see you then. Bye." As I hung up the receiver, this sneaky suspicion came over me. "I wonder what's really going on," I said out loud? I still did not trust that her conditioning was complete. She could still stray. I decided that I would once more go by Kristen's school after classes were over. I parked several blocks away from the high school and walked in the direction of the athletic fields. As I passed by on the other side of the wide street from the front entrance to the main building, I spied Kristen walking out of the door. She descended the wide concrete steps. As she set foot on the sidewalk, a car pulled up, and the passenger door swung open. I stopped behind a parked van to watch as she got into the car. The obviously male driver was looking away, but as he started to pull out into traffic, he turned my way to glance back over his shoulder to check for oncoming vehicles. You guessed it. It was my buddy Rick. "Damn," I muttered angrily! "I knew she was up to something!" I thought about following them, but quickly realized that it wouldn't accomplish anything. I went back home and spent the rest of the afternoon plotting my revenge on the disobedient young girl. When Kristen showed up at around 4:10 PM the following day, I was ready for her. I did not let on that I had discovered her treachery as I let her in the front door. I was immediately "snowed" by her appearance as she breezed by me through the door and turned. She was absolutely stunning this afternoon in her tight designer jeans and tube top pullover. The outfit displayed each and every perfect angle and curve of her lovely young body.I stepped up to her and pulled her to me, taking in a deep breath of her fresh young scent. Her long blonde hair was loose and flowing, and her eyes sparkled. She even smiled shyly as I brought my lips to hers. We kissed fervently for several minutes. Her tender mouth was sweet and warm against mine. I pulled her away slowly and said, "Let's get you out of those clothes." She blushed hotly, but uttered no words of protest. "You can 'change' in my room," I told the teenager. "OK," she said as she turned toward the hall. Kristen walked in front of me down the hall toward my bedroom. As we passed the small front hall table, I picked up from behind a stack of mail a small, self-contained, pneumatic vaccination gun loaded with a fast-acting sedative. Before Kristen knew what was happening, I quickly stepped up behind her and gave her a shot in one of her lovely ass cheeks. She squealed and immediately turned to me with alarm registering on her little face. I said nothing, but smiled at the young girl as she swooned. I caught her in my arms and lowered her gently to the floor. She was unconscious within seconds. The sedative, again supplied by my friendly neighborhood "pharmaceuticals guy", was not only fast-acting but would cause the patient to remain unconscious for several hours or until an antidote was administered. It would also cause the patient to experience a mild case of short-term amnesia upon regaining consciousness. It was the perfect drug to complement my plans for Kristen this evening. I picked up my sleeping little playmate and carried her into the bedroom. I laid her out on the big bed and began to remove her Reeboks. It has always been a thrill for me to strip an unconscious girl. After removing her shoes and socks, I unbuckled her narrow belt, unfastened her jeans button, and unzipped her zipper. Her smooth flat tummy looked so inviting as I slowly worked the tight denim over her luscious young hips. My cock hardened noticeably as I gazed at the bulge in the cotton panel of her white bikini panties. The outline of her full vulva was plainly visible through the fabric. I gently traced my finger down the crease in the cotton where it was slightly drawn into her pussy slit. I felt her warm female moisture against my hand. I tugged the sleeping girl's jeans down over her feet and laid them at the foot of the bed. Next, I crawled up onto the bed and sat the sleeping teen up, propping her inert form against me as I pulled the little tube top up over her head. I tossed it to the foot of the bed as well. I was mildly shocked to see that Kristen had not worn a bra today. Her small white breasts stood out nicely as her little pink nipples began to harden in the cool room air. I slowly lowered her back to a prone position on the bed and spread her lovely long blonde hair out around her head. I stretched out alongside the sleeping girl and snuggled up against her warm, soft body. She smelled just great as I nuzzled my face against her sweet neck and up under her warm, fragrant hair. She breathed softly and evenly as my left hand began to gently explore her tender body. I paused at each firm breast to squeeze and fondle. I pinched each perfect little nipple and rolled them between my index finger and thumb. I licked one finger and transferred some saliva to each nipple. As I rubbed my spit around on her little nipples, they became firm and erect. Kristen moaned softly. My hand continued its travels down over her flat belly, over the waistband of her panties and out over the warm soft cotton to gently cup her full, puffy pussy. I pushed my fingers against her, and she again moaned as her hips rolled slightly into me. I again gently traced the groove of her pussy slit through the soft fabric. Up and down the outline of her pussy slit my finger traveled, gently tickling and rubbing. After a period of time, I slipped my hand under the soft cotton of her panties and rubbed her full vulva. Kristen unconsciously spread her thighs slightly so that my hand could venture further between her firm legs. The teen's breathing began to get deeper as I gently dipped one finger into her moist little slit. She was already getting wet for me. It was at that point that I decided that I was going to fuck her while she lay unconscious. First, I wanted to taste her. It would be just like old times, only this time I would be able to finish up with what I had been afraid to do when Kristen was only eleven. This time I didn't care who found out. After rubbing her for several more minutes, I pulled my hand from inside her cotton panties and knelt beside her sleeping form. I removed her panties. I liked the way the center cotton panel wanted to stick up between her pussy lips as I slowly drew them down her hips, firm thighs and calves, and over her pretty feet. I tossed them in the pile. The beautiful young girl now lay naked before me. Kristen's flawless white skin and long blonde hair shone brightly in contrast to the dark blue bedspread beneath her. Her pretty pussy still looked to be clean-shaven. Her full vulva stood out prominently from between her firm young thighs. I wondered briefly if she had shaved herself since I had seen her last. I slowly spread her legs. I crawled between her succulent young thighs and lowered my face to her pussy. I drew in a deep breath of her sweet, musky scent and then took my first lick. God, she tasted delectable! Her little pussy was just beginning to warm up and had just the slightest coating of her warm, salty nectar starting to form on her soft labia. I gently licked her damp trough from her asshole to her little hooded clit. I paused there for several minutes to swirl my tongue around over the hardening little nub. Her hips started to rise and fall rhythmically. I darted my tongue in and out of her tight vagina several times. Her body reacted accordingly. I knew this drove her crazy when she was awake. It had the same effect on her while unconscious. Her hips jerked, and her breathing became ragged and gasping. Memories of administering to her sweet body that wonderful night years ago flooded my mind as I sucked her sweet juices into my mouth. After several more very enjoyable minutes of eating the young teenager, she was ready, and so was I. I moved over her and, supporting myself with one hand, with the other, I guided the head of my throbbing cock to her tight little opening. Her hips moved in time as I rubbed the broad head of my prick up and down in her wet pussy, coating it liberally with her juices. I watched Kristen's pretty face closely as I entered her.I could tell that subconsciously, she was aware of the invasion of her young body, because her face contorted slightly as my cock traveled deep into her warm belly. Her mouth opened, and she gave a barely audible groan. I exhaled heavily when I noticed I had been holding my breath. The young girl's flat tummy bulged out noticeably when the wide head of my cock finally reached the very end of her birth canal and pressed against her little cervix. I held still inside her for several minutes, gazing down at her lovely inert form beneath me. I watched as she breathed in and out slowly and evenly. When I flexed my cock inside her, her tummy would jerk slightly. I could feel her strong young vaginal muscles moving around my throbbing cock, adjusting to the intrusion. After a few minutes, I started a slow rhythmic fucking motion. I moved in and out of Kristen with firm, long strokes. I could feel her insides shift as the head of my cock traveled the full length of her tight young vagina. Her pussy would then suck on my cock as I withdrew. I looked down to see her inner lips pull out along my shaft as inch by inch, glistening with moisture, slowly drew out of the young girl. Her ass lifted off the bed just a bit on my next thrust. It was really quite exciting to be fucking Kristen while she was unconscious. It was a long-time dream come true. Her little hips were beginning to roll as I felt my cum begin to rise. Like so many years ago, I wanted to cum down her throat. I wanted to fill her little tummy with my jizm. I gave the young girl one or two more thrusts and then grabbed the shaft of my cock and held it tightly as I pulled out of her. Quickly, I moved around to her head. I tipped her face to one side and then rubbed the head of my cock, still wet with her juices, on her sweet lips. Kristen instinctively opened her mouth. "She really is a natural," I thought. Slowly, I worked my cock in between her perfect teeth and on into her warm, wet mouth. Her jaws moved as she sucked on me in her sleep. I felt the head of my cock contact the back of her tight throat, and then released my grasp on my throbbing shaft. "ARRGGH," I cried as the first wave of sticky cream pulsed into the teen's throat. At first, she gagged, but then I saw her throat muscles begin to move as she swallowed the first wave of many. Once I was spent, I pulled my cock from her still-sucking mouth and lay down beside her. After several minutes, I got up and went to fetch a rag from the bathroom. I returned and cleaned the cum off her pretty face and neck. I wanted Kristen to wake up clean and fresh, not knowing that I had once again had her. I left the naked young teen asleep on my bed, left the bedroom, and closed the door behind me. At approximately 7:15 PM, I telephoned Rick Miller at his dormitory at the University. After several minutes, he answered. "Hello," the young man said. "Rick, I'm calling for Kristen, who is studying quite hard at the moment," I said. "She asked me to ask you if you wouldn't mind giving her a lift home this evening. I would do it, but my old truck is kind of on its way out and is not running very well today. -- Sure, just come around the beltway until you see signs for Rugby Road, then take a left. I am in the second building on the right as you come into the parking lot. Apartment 4-C. -- I'll see you in about a half-hour then? -- Great! Hey, thanks, Rick. Both Kristen and I appreciate this. OK, See ya!" Rick arrived at my door about forty minutes later. "Hi," the young man said as I let him in. "Hello, Rick. Good to see you again," I said, sticking my hand out. He shook my hand and then immediately asked, "So, where's Kristen?" "Oh, she's in the bathroom. Come on into the living room, and I'll go let her know you're here. It's right down the hall," I said as I pointed the way. I fell in behind him as he headed down the hall. When we passed the front hall table, I again picked up my trusty vaccination gun and gave Rick a shot in the butt. He must have really been sensitive to the sedative because he didn't even have time to look back. His knees simply crumbled, and he went down hard on the carpet. "Ouch!" I thought as his face hit the floor. Rick was too heavy for me to lift easily, so I dragged his limp body down the hall and into my secret room. I managed, with some effort, to get him up and into the heavy metal chair that I had bolted to the floor directly in front of the big one-way mirror looking into the living room. I fastened the restraints at his ankles and wrists and buckled the big leather straps around his knees, hips, and chest. Once he was secured, I removed a small syringe from my jacket pocket and injected the antidote to the sedative into his upper arm. It would be five to ten minutes before he came around. I checked the restraints once more and left the room, locking the door behind me. He could struggle and yell to his heart's content. He was hopelessly bound to the immovable chair, and the room was completely soundproof. About all young Rick could do was watch. I went directly to the bedroom to find my little love toy still fast asleep. I gave Kristen a similar injection of the antidote. I then walked out of the bedroom, leaving the door open. As I walked into the living room, I turned to the big ornamental "mirror" and waved. Although I could not see what was behind it, I knew that Rick was conscious by now and probably beginning to wonder what the hell was going on. I smiled, checking my hair in the big mirror and then took a seat on the section of the big modular sofa facing it. After ten minutes had passed, I shouted, "Kristen, what's keeping you?" I'll bet Rick was having a fit as he no doubt saw, probably for the first time, his nubile little girl friend stroll into my living room wiping the sleep from her eyes and naked as the day she was born. She looked great and had that "freshly fucked" look about her, even though she didn't know she had been. "Hello, sleepy head," I said, smiling. "Hi," she said as she walked past the big table in front of the all-seeing mirror. I stood up, pulled off my sweatshirt, and sat back down on the big modular couch. "Come have a seat," I told the beautiful young girl and patted the couch beside me. I wonder what thoughts were racing through old Rick's mind as his naked girl friend willingly came and sat next to me. "You must have had a busy day today," I said to Kristen as she stretched sensuously. "Yeah," she said. "I must have been more tired than I thought. I don't even remember lying down." "Well," I said. "I've been waiting for you, so now that you are rested, let's get on with your training." She eyed me suspiciously."I want you to take my cock out, Kristen, and suck me," I said, looking her directly in the eye. She hesitated at first. "Come on, Kristen. You know you like it. This is one of the things I think you do the very best," I said, smiling sweetly. She didn't look overly happy, but she replied, "OK, I guess, if I have to." "That's my girl," I said as I leaned back to give her better access to my pants zipper. I looked directly at the big mirror and smiled as the young girl turned and began to unzip my fly. I was already getting quite hard as Kristen put her small hand into my pants and grasped my throbbing cock. With some difficulty, she finally managed to get it out. "Stroke me with your hand first, Kristen, just like I taught you." Rick could see and hear everything that was happening in the living room. I had made sure of that. I asked Kristen, "Does Rick ever ask you to play with his cock?" "No," she said, looking shocked. "He respects me too much for that." She gave me a mean look as she began to slowly stroke me. "Yeah, but I'll bet you anything he would love to be sitting here where I am right now," I said, grinning at the mirror. "Have you missed Rick at all since I forbade you to see him?" I asked. "Some," she lied, still stroking slowly. I placed one hand on her firm, warm thigh and slowly moved up toward the junction of her legs. "Spit on me once, Kristen." The young girl obediently leaned down and spat on the head of my cock. She rubbed it in and up and down the length of my blue-veined, throbbing member. "You haven't disobeyed and seen Rick, have you?" I quizzed the teen. "No," she answered a little too quickly. "We haven't seen each other since my birthday," she covered nicely. "OK," I said, "because I'd be very angry if I were to find out that you were still seeing him. I want to be your only lover, Kristen. I don't want anyone else to touch you ever again. You know Rick can't make you feel like I can, don't you, Kristen?" I said as my hand found her hot, moist pussy. "Mmmmm," she sighed as I gently rubbed her between her legs. "Isn't that right, Kristen?" I asked again as I pulled her thighs apart slightly with my other hand and cupped her sweet sex. "Uh..humm," she replied meekly as I began to rub her. "Keep stroking my cock, baby. Make me nice and hard for you. I want to finger your tight little pussy for a minute and get you all nice and wet," I told the young teen beside me. After several minutes of mutual manual stimulation, I said, "Help me get my jeans off, Kristen." The teenager readily complied as she unbuckled my belt and began to wiggle my blue jeans down my hips and legs. I raised my hips up off the couch to help her. Once my pants were off, without prompting, she grabbed the elastic waistband of my jockey shorts and tugged them down as well. I now sat completely naked on the couch with my throbbing cock standing up in front of me. "Suck me now, baby. Suck my big cock," I told the staring young girl. Without hesitation, Kristen leaned her head down over me and took me in her warm mouth. "Oh, Jesus, Kristen," I moaned as the wide head of my cock popped between her teeth and back into that incredible young mouth of hers. I wasn't watching the mirror anymore. I was too intent on the sweet blonde head bobbing up and down in my lap. Kristen really had improved with practice. She used her tight little mouth to suck me like a real pro. "Mmmmmmm, god," I groaned aloud as I placed a hand on her head to guide her up and down on me. Kristen moved her mouth on the shaft of my cock with ever-increasing speed. Below her sweet lips, she used one hand to stroke me. She turned on the couch and got to her knees, poking her lovely ass up in the air directly at the big mirror on the wall. "Mirror, mirror on the wall..." I laughed as I reached around her ass and pushed a finger into her. "Mmmmpphhh," she grunted around the shaft of my cock. I began to fuck my finger in and out of her tight, wet pussy at the same speed as her head bobbed on my cock. "Lick my balls, Kristen," I gasped as her mouth came up off me. Immediately, her little head dove between my thighs. "Keeeeeeerist," I yelled as her talented tongue lapped tenderly at my swollen gonads. She went back to work on my cock shaft, licking me from my balls up to the tip of my cock and back down several times before she once more went down on me. My head hit the back of the couch as the head of my cock hit the back of her hot young throat. It didn't take long before I felt my balls constrict. "I think you'd better stop," I grunted to the young girl in my lap. "Why?" she said as she sat back on her haunches. "Wasn't I doing it right?" she asked, looking down right hurt. "Oh, no, baby, you were doing it just right," I told her as I winked in the general direction of the big mirror. "I just want to fuck you now, but first I want to taste that sweet, hairless young cunt of yours. Get up, Kristen, bend over in front of me and face that big mirror," I told the young girl. Kristen obeyed and got off the couch to stand before me. I held her by her hips and turned her away from me. "Now bend over and put your hands on your knees," I said. "That's my girl, spread those pretty legs for me." She cooperated fully. I saw her looking at herself in the mirror as I brought my face to her sweet pussy. I heard her gasp softly as I pushed my tongue directly into her vagina as far as I could. I smiled as I thought of her boyfriend's reaction as he witnessed the expression on Kristen's pretty face when she felt my tongue go inside her. Well, I thought, I would see that too soon enough, and I had a camera on old Rick right now recording his every move. I purposely made lots of loud, slobbering noises as I moved my mouth over the teen's smooth, wet cunt. I flicked my tongue in and out of her rapidly and sucked her juices as they flowed from her. Her cleanly shaved vulva felt as smooth as silk beneath my tongue. "Ohhhhh, Mmmmmm," the young girl moaned as I licked her sweet, wet trench from her asshole on down between her quivering thighs. I pushed the tip of my tongue into her tight anus and wiggled it quickly. This caused Kristen to groan louder and arch her little back. She pushed her ass up and back lewdly against my probing tongue. She threw her head way back, making her lovely hair spread out on her back and shoulders. She was a lovely sight to behold as I ate her from behind. "I want you to crawl on top of me now, Kristen," I said between licks. "Uuuugghhh..." she grunted. Then, "What did you say?" she asked in a husky voice. "I am going to show you something brand new," I told the sweet-tasting girl. "It's called '69'.""You will really like it, I promise." "Ok," she cooed softly. "What do you want me to do?" I turned sideways and lay back on the big sofa. "Just crawl up here on top of me with your knees on either side of my shoulders and face toward my feet," I instructed. She hopped up and straddled me. I was gazing up into the prettiest shaved pussy I have ever seen. Her inner lips were red from her heat and glistened with a mixture of her bodily ambrosia and my saliva. "Now what," she asked, looking at me from around her hip? I wrapped my arms around her thighs and said, "Just go down on my cock again, baby. Suck me, Kristen. Suck my cock just like you did a minute ago. You're so great at cock sucking, baby. While you are sucking my hard cock, I am going to eat your pretty pussy some more. Would you like that, baby?" "I guess so," she said unenthusiastically. She leaned down. This caused her sweet butt to move back over my face. As I felt her take my cock in one hand and slip it into her hot little mouth, I reached up with both hands and held Kristen by her hips. As she began to suck me, I gently pulled her sweet pussy down over my face and mouth. I lapped at her between her smooth spread vulva. She felt and tasted divine. Gravity helped to cause her love juices to drain from her and into my hungry mouth. I clamped my mouth on her like a Lamprey Eel and sucked hard on her vagina, darting my tongue in and out of her tight quivering opening. My nose was pressed into her sweet asshole as I began to shake my head quickly from side to side while I ate. "OH GOD! OH GOD!" she moaned between dives onto my hard cock. Her head began to go up and down on me with increased vigor. In all too short a time, I felt my cum begin to rise. "Wait, stop," I shouted from behind her sweet ass! "What? what's wrong now?" she moaned as she pulled her sweet mouth off me. Kristen sounded frustrated. She must have been getting close as well. It was time to begin the grand finale. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up," I gasped as she rolled off me. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Kristen?" "Well," she answered slowly, thinking about it. "I guess not," she replied, although her answer was not all that convincing. "I want to fuck you now, baby. I want to push my big cock deep into your sweet belly and make you cum like a wild woman. Would you like that, baby," I asked the sweet young teen beside me on the couch. "Tell me you want me to fuck you, Kristen." This was a big test. Would she say it again? Kristen stared at me long and hard and then said in an almost inaudible little voice, "I want you to fuck me." The young girl was hot! "What will Rick think?" I asked at the risk of spoiling the moment. "I don't care what he thinks," Kristen said in her old haughty voice. This time, however, it was aimed the other way. 'You listening to this, Rick, old buddy,' I thought to myself as I looked toward the big mirror and smiled. "He won't ever try to do anything with me anyway," she went on. "Sometimes I think he's gay!" 'Oooooh, that one had to hurt, didn't it Rick,' I thought. "But you told me that you loved him," I said, baiting the young girl. "Well, I do at times," she said. "But other times, he's such a bore. All he wants to do is talk about computers. I just wish he'd touch me every now and then. You, know, like you do," she said, looking at me innocently with a finger in the corner of her mouth. "I know, baby," I told her. "You're just a hot little girl, plain and simple. You need someone to keep you warm all the time. I intend to do that, Kristen. Right now I want you to stand up in front of me and face the mirror again." "What are you gonna do?" the teen asked as she crawled off the couch. "I'll show you," I said as I took her by her hips and pulled her back closer to the edge of the sofa. "I want you to spread your legs, back up and straddle my knees, Kristen." Looking back at me, the young girl did as she was told. "OK, now reach down between your legs and take my cock in one hand," I instructed. "Lower yourself down a little and put the tip of my dick against that hot little pussy of yours, baby." Slowly her sweet round ass descended until I felt the head of my cock push up against her soft hot pussy lips. I placed my hand over hers on my shaft and slowly worked the head of my pulsating cock back and forth between her wet vulva. "Mmmmm," Kristen moaned. "That's a good girl," I murmured. "Feel that cock, baby." I glanced at the big mirror and could plainly see the excitement on the young girl's face. "OK, honey, look up at me in the mirror. I want to see your pretty face as my cock goes inside you." She looked up at me [and Rick]. "Now just sit back, Kristen. Sit back down on my cock. That's a girl." I groaned as the sweet girl slowly lowered herself onto me. I felt the head of my cock pop into her tight entrance. "Huuuuh," she gasped. "That's right, baby. Keep going. Doesn't my hard cock feel good as it shoves up into your tight little cunt?" She had a look of wide-eyed wonder on her lovely face as I felt the head of my hard dick slowly push her reluctantly yielding vaginal walls aside. I glanced down to see about half of my nine-inch shaft still visible between her round little ass cheeks and my thighs. Kristen's knees were beginning to shake as I reached to support her by her narrow waist. Suddenly her legs gave way and she dropped onto me. "Uuggghhh..." she grunted as she threw her head back, showering me with her fragrant hair. Her back arched as her sweet little ass fell into my waiting lap. "Oh, baby," I groaned as the head of my cock slammed up into her cervix! She began to shiver as I reached around and rubbed her bulging little tummy. I could feel her young muscles convulse beneath her smooth skin. "Oh... mmmmmm," she groaned softly as she leaned her warm young body back against my chest. I leaned forward and kissed her on the neck and shoulders. She smelled wonderful and fresh and young. "Fuck, me, baby," I whispered in her ear. "Fuck me, Kristen." I put my hands around her narrow waist and helped her to rise up off my cock. She leaned forward slightly for better balance. When she did, I was treated to the sight of my glistening wet cock shaft withdrawing from her tight young body. Her little pussy lips clung to me, holding me. When she felt the head of my cock arrive just inside her vaginal opening, she paused and then slowly lowered herself back down. Oh, God, she was great! "That's right, baby. You're so pretty, honey. You're so pretty when you are fucking my stiff cock.Watch yourself in the mirror, Kristen. You see how pretty you look? You see how good my cock looks as it goes in and out? "Uh, huh," she panted as she looked into the big glass and began to pick up a rhythm. I was in heaven as the beautiful teenage girl fucked herself on my throbbing cock. I did notice, however, that Kristen was stopping her descents a little short of full penetration. I decided to help her. As her firm little butt came down on me the next time, I jabbed up with my hips, driving my cock deep up into her. "Uugghh! Uugghh! Uugghh!" she grunted rhythmically as I hammered at her womb. As she picked up speed, the room filled with the sounds of wet pussy being probed deeply. Kristen was really hot now. Her little back was arched, angling her young vagina so that it felt even tighter around me. Soon she dropped into my lap once more and began to undulate her narrow hips back and forth in my lap. "Mmmmmmmm, ohhhh," she cried as the head of my cock dug around in her tender belly. I reached around Kristen's warm body with both hands and cupped her two perfect firm breasts. Her tiny nipples were hard and erect beneath my palms. I began to squeeze and knead her tits as she rocked her ass in my lap. Suddenly, I felt Kristen's young body stiffen. When she began to shake all over, I knew she was about to cum. I wrapped my arms firmly around her small frame and pushed her down harder onto my cock as the first wave of her orgasm wracked her tender body. Her head went back on my shoulder and I could smell the passion on her breath. The broad head of my cock was up in her further than ever before. She was literally impaled on throbbing hot cock meat as her body convulsed in ecstasy. "Oh god," she shrieked as the biggest wave washed over her. I glanced up at the mirror to see the young girl completely consumed in her intense climax. The teen's lovely face, neck and shoulders were flushed and her eyes were closed. She tossed her head around, causing her long blonde hair to fly out like a fragrant cape around us. I hugged her tightly and breathed in her sweet scent mixed with the smells of hot wet sex. I smiled as I thought about the scene that Rick was witnessing. Soon I would spring my trap and Kristen's conditioning would be complete. Kristen continued to shiver for several minutes as she slowly moved her little ass in my lap. Even as her orgasm wound down, she was moving for another. This little girl was really hot. Soon she would be in that mindless state of all-consuming heat that I was seeking. "Let's get up, baby," I murmured in her ear. "Huh," she moaned, still very muzzy from her latest climax. "Let's get up off the couch and stand. I want to fuck you from behind. I want to fuck your hot little pussy until your knees give out, baby. Do you want me to fuck you nice and hard, Kristen? You do, don't you, baby," I said, squeezing her tits again. "Mmmm.... yeah!!" she moaned. I moved my hips, and Kristen started to get up off me. "No, go slowly," I told her. "I want to stay inside you, baby. I want to keep my hard cock pressed way up in there." "OK," she said as she looked back at me. It was a little awkward, but eventually, we managed to stand. I held her hips and guided her over to the big table directly in front of the big one-way mirror, my stiff dick still in her tight vagina. "Bend over, Kristen honey and put your hands on the table. I want to fuck you just like I did the first time when I took your virginity." I smiled at the mirror. Kristen leaned down and did as I requested. She started to spread her legs. "No, baby," I said as I brought my hands down to her thighs. "I want you to keep your little knees together. I want that little cunt of yours to be as tight as possible. I want it to suck the cum out of me, baby. I am going to fuck you hard, Kristen, and then I am going to cum deep inside your sweet belly. Do you want that, baby? Tell me you want me to cum in you, Kristen. Tell me you want me to fuck you silly and then cum deep in your tummy. Tell me, baby," I said as I slowly began to move my cock out of her tightly gripping young pussy. "Ohhhh," the young woman moaned as my cock withdrew to just inside her entrance. "Ummm, ugghhhh," came her next gasp as I pushed back deep into her. "Tell me you want me to fuck you, baby," I continued to coax as I began a slow rhythm. Her head hung down between her shoulders, and her long blonde hair was piled on her hands. "Look up at me, Kristen," I commanded as I gave her a slightly harder thrust. "Uuggghhhh," she grunted as her head flew up, flipping her beautiful hair all over her back. She stared wide-eyed at me [and Rick] in the big mirror. "Ask me to fuck you now, Kristen," I said, looking directly at her in the mirror. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned reluctantly. "Ask me, baby," I prompted once more as I jabbed her again. "You know you want it!" "Uugghhh," Kristen grunted again as the head of my cock slammed her cervix. "F-fuck me, fuck me hard!" she said huskily in a very soft voice. She again dropped her head between her arms. I took a handful of her long hair and pulled her head back up, causing her pretty back to arch. "What did you say, Kristen," I asked, looking at her as I continued to pump my cock slowly in and out of her clinging young pussy? "What, baby? Tell me again." "Fuck me!" the young girl grunted much more clearly this time. "Mmmm, yeah, baby! You're so tight, baby. Tell me again, Kristen." I rammed her hard once more. "Ohhhh... uhgghhhh," she grunted as she went up on her tiptoes. "Fuck me," she growled this time. "Fuck me harder!" "Ohhhhhhh, Kristen," I groaned as I pulled back on her hair, causing her strong back to arch further. I began to fuck her tight pussy in earnest. With slow, even strokes, I pistoned my throbbing shaft in and out of the young girl's quivering cunt. "Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh... Uhhh... Uhhh... Uhhh... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm," she panted as I increased tempo to a more brisk pace. She was staring wide-eyed into the mirror as I tugged on her hair, pulling her sweet ass onto me. I released her hair after a minute, and her head dropped between her shoulders. I grabbed her firm, warm hips with both hands and drove my cock deep into her. "Oh God Owww," she cried as the blood-engorged head of my fuck engine smashed against her tender cervix again. I held deep in her for a second and then began to quick-fuck her tight young pussy with short, rapid jabs, lifting her feet off the floor with each thrust. I watched her blonde head roll helplessly between her outstretched arms as I fucked her sweet box relentlessly.Once again, I rammed deep into her and held, pulsing my cock inside her. I reached up under her bulging tummy and back between her quivering thighs to find her swollen little clitoris. I began to swirl my fingertip over the hard little nub until Kristen cried out passionately. "OH GOD! FUCK ME!!!" "Look at me, Kristen," I said over her wails. "Look up at me in the mirror, baby. I'm gonna make you cum now, baby, and I'm gonna cum too, deep in your belly. I'm gonna fill you full with my baby juice, Kristen. I want to see your pretty face when you feel my cum splash deep inside. Look at me, baby!" She looked up with a wild, dazed look on her face. I started up again with the long, slow strokes that I knew she craved. Kristen looked wonderful. Her flushed little face glowed with a wide-eyed, rapt look of passion. Her strong young vaginal muscles squeezed around my shaft as I pushed in and out of her. I was rewarded with a couple of nice, loud pussy farts as trapped air blew past my pistoning cock. I kept up my nice, even pace as she began to shiver. She was moving rapidly toward another huge orgasm. "Ooh god! Ohh god!" moaned the hot young girl as she began to jerk her tight little ass up and down, working my cock around inside her belly. "Fuck me harder!!" she cried as I continued to fuck slowly and evenly, watching her every expression in the big mirror in front of her. Little did Kristen know that her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend was watching also, only inches from her passion-contorted face. I felt Kristen's pussy begin to spasm. Her entire body shook as she soared upward. "Oh god," came her now-familiar cry as she burst into orgasm. I again grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, causing her to stare wide-eyed into the big mirror, and drove my cock fully into her hard. At that exact moment, with my other hand, I reached beneath the edge of the big table and pressed a hidden button. Several things happened at once: As Kristen's strong young pussy muscles clamped down on my cock, I felt my cum rise up out of my throbbing nuts and roar down the barrel of my shaft. "Ahhhhhhh.... Jeeeeesussss," I shouted as I came like crazy into the tight young girl, filling her full. Kristen gave a deep, guttural grunt as she felt the first hot blast of cum hit deep inside her belly. Her tight pussy began to milk my cock instinctively. The sucking action of her cunt muscles spurred wave after wave of cum to pulse into her womb, coating her uniformly inside with white, sticky jizz. At the same time, the big "mirror" in front of us dropped quickly and soundlessly into a recessed area below the tabletop. Suddenly, I felt the hot young girl's body go rigid as her passion-glazed eyes focused on Rick sitting bound to the big metal chair not more than three feet in front of her. "That's it, baby, show old Rick just how pretty you look when you come for me. This will be the last time he ever sees this," I said as I began to slowly fuck her again. Kristen's pussy continued to spasm for several seconds more as I slowly moved in and out of her wet, runny cunt. My cum mixed with her juices flowed from around my shaft and ran down my balls and down Kristen's thighs. She didn't even notice that I had started to fuck her again. She was staring in horror at her ex-boyfriend who sat completely still and stared back with no visible emotion. No doubt he was in a mild state of shock. I put both my hands around Kristen's narrow waist and pulled her back onto my softening cock. She didn't resist as I ran my hands up her waist and chest and pulled her back upright against my chest and hugged her close. "She's mine now, Rick," I said to the silent young man in the chair before us. "She could have been yours, but you didn't know what she really wanted. You thought she was a sweet, good girl when actually she is a hot little cock tease. I, on the other hand, have known what she really wanted for years. Isn't that right, baby?" I said. Kristen grunted as I shoved my cock into her hard. Her head fell back against my shoulder. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she groaned as I squeezed one of her firm breasts. Through all of this, Kristen said nothing. She just stood passively in my arms as I continued to fuck slowly in and out of her. I was getting hard again. "You see, Rick, she doesn't even care what's happening as long as I keep moving my big, hard cock in and out. All she needs is a good, hard fucking at least once a day, and I plan to give it to her. Wave goodbye to Rick, baby," I said as I lifted one of Kristen's limp arms up and waved her hand at the stricken young man. "Wave bye, bye." I rammed up into her again, causing her head to go back hard on my shoulder. "Uuuugggghhhhh... mmmmmm," Kristen grunted as the big mirror once more rose to fill the opening and then turned an opaque ebony color. Rick could now only listen as I again fucked his once lovely little girlfriend into another screaming climax. I would deal with him later. Kristen collapsed onto her hands and knees and began to crawl toward the big couch. I stayed right with her, crawling along on my knees. Never once did my cock leave her tight, warm little cunt. When she reached the couch, she pulled her upper body onto the seat and lay passively as I fucked her silly. "Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh," she grunted as I pumped my meat deep into her. The air was filled with the smells of cum and vaginal fluids. Soon, I again felt the hot little teen begin to quiver inside. "This little girl could cum forever," I thought as I made a grab for my jacket hanging on the arm of the couch. Kristen was way too involved with her rising heat to notice me remove the small, white, hard plastic cylinder from my jacket and bring it down between her legs. Her little ass began to buck on my ramming cock when I quickly pulled out of her and, in one swift move, I shoved the device into her and then jammed my cock in behind it, much like priming a muzzle-loading cannon. I pushed my hips forward, shoving the small cylinder deep into the climaxing young girl with the head of my cock. As the object pressed against her tender cervix, she launched into another earth-shattering orgasm. This one must have been an eight on the Richter Scale. "Oh god... Oh god... Oh god!!!" she screamed over and over again as her tight pussy crushed down on my cock. I doubt seriously that she even knew at that time that I had placed the "reminder" back inside her. Suddenly, my damn broke again as well, and the resulting flood roared up into the young teen, once again filling her and coating her insides. Cum spurted out from around my still pistoning shaft as she was filled to overflowing. "Mmmmmmmmm...""Gosh," I moaned as I fell forward onto her sweat-covered young back. "You are wonderful, baby," I murmured. "I promise to always keep you full and happy." "Mmmmmm," Kristen sighed, too weak to move or think. I gently pulled out of her, lifted her light young body, and carried her to my bed. I laid the already sleeping young girl out on my bed and went back down the hall to deal with Rick. After giving him another dose of the sedative, I got him out to his car and drove him back to the University Campus, where I left him unconscious behind the wheel in a convenient store parking lot. I walked home. I doubted if Rick would give me any further trouble, but if he did, I had ways to deal with it. When I returned home, I went straight to my room and found Kristen still fast asleep under the sheets. She looked so lovely there in my big bed with her soft blonde hair spread out on the pillow. I gently crawled in, trying not to wake her. I carefully curled up behind her and hugged her to me. She sighed softly and cuddled against me. I could smell the fragrance of her hair as well as the sensuous odors still wafting up from beneath the sheets. We awoke later that evening. Kristen didn't say much about what had happened that afternoon. When I asked her about how she felt about things, she just shrugged non-committally. "Are you content to be with me now, Kristen?" I asked her point-blank after we had showered and I had dressed. She sat naked on the side of my bed and looked up at me with her incredible blue eyes. "I guess I can learn to be," she said softly. "That's a good girl," I said, smiling down at the lovely teenager. "I will always take good care of you. I will do my best to keep you happy and satisfied," I told her. "You put that thing back in me, didn't you?" she asked, her voice flat and emotionless. "Yes, baby, I did, but it doesn't have to stay there forever. Just until I can trust you. I was very upset with you when you lied to me and went out with Rick. I don't think that will be a problem anymore, but I don't want you going out with anyone else. Do you understand me, Kristen?" "Uh.. Huh," she nodded as she looked down. "Good," I said. "I want you to come over every day after school, and I want you to work it out with your mom so that you can spend weekends here regularly, OK?" "Uh... Huh," she nodded again. I might use the "reminder" every now and then when I want to warm you up in advance, but I won't do it as often as I did before unless you provoke me. I sat next to the slightly stunned young girl and hugged her. She smelled fresh and clean after her hot shower. I turned her face to me and kissed her. Reluctantly at first, she kissed me back. I put an arm around her warm shoulders and pressed my tongue between her lips. Soon I felt her relax and yield to my wishes. I smiled to myself as I felt her warm little arm circle my neck. I dropped a hand to cup one perfect breast. She gasped in a breath around my mouth as I felt her little nipple begin to harden. I let myself fall back on the bed, and she slowly crawled on top of me, her fragrant hair covering the two of us like a soft warm blanket."Right now I want to show you exactly how I want you to service me." Kristen stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me in shock. "What?" she asked, a look of mild horror on her sweet face. "You heard me. Now come here and climb up on the bed." As the nubile, young girl reluctantly obeyed, I continued. "There will be times, Kristen, when we will make love. After all, I want this relationship to be mutually pleasurable. There will also be times when I will simply expect you to attend to my desires. I may choose to have you perform these acts of service at times that you will feel are inconvenient or even humiliating, but nonetheless, I expect you to cooperate fully. Am I making myself clear, Kristen?" The beautiful blonde was in shock as she nodded her head, saying, "Uh huh," in a numb tone of voice. Kristen's big, blue eyes stared at me unbelievingly. "So long as you are cooperative and nice, you may rest assured that no one will ever see the videos I have made of you, nor will anyone have to know about our relationship. Is that understood?" "OK," the young girl said meekly. "Good. Then let's get started. You may begin by sucking my cock, Kristen. Make me nice and hard for you." Tears of humiliation welled up in Kris' eyes as she took my swollen member in one hand and slowly bent her sweet mouth to me. "Mmmmm, that's nice, baby," I sighed as her warm mouth engulfed the head of my cock. "You have gotten so much better at cock sucking since we have been working together, Kris." I lay back, placed my hands behind my head, and watched with extreme satisfaction as my young plaything bobbed her little, blonde head up and down on my throbbing dick. Kristen's long, blonde hair trickled down between my thighs and around my balls. "Lick my balls now, Kris," I said. Kris' head rose up and then went down between my thighs. "Ahhhhhhhh.... yessssssss," I sighed as her little tongue went to work on my tightly constricted gonads. "That's wonderful, baby." I resisted the strong urge to reach out and stroke the lovely, young girl. I wanted her to know that she was performing a duty, and that she might not be rewarded each and every time. Kristen began licking the shaft of my cock from my balls up to the very tip and then back down several times. Then she dropped her hot, little mouth back over me and swallowed most of my nine inches down into her tight throat. "Ohhhhhh, baby!" I moaned. "You have a wonderful, little mouth, Kristen. You make me feel so great, baby." After a few more incredible minutes, I grunted, "Stop now, Kristen." "Huh?" the young blonde said, looking up at me. Her pretty face was flushed, and a light sheen of perspiration covered her forehead. 'She's really getting into this,' I thought. "I want you to sit up for a minute, Kristen, and listen to me." She stopped and turned to face me. "From now on," I continued, "when I tell you to service me, I want you to begin by sucking my cock, just like you have been doing. You are very talented at cock sucking, my dear. You know that, don't you?" "I guess so," the embarrassed teenager said softly. "Good, that is a talent we will build on. Now where was I? Oh yes... While you are sucking me, I want you always to try to position yourself such that if I wish to, I will be able to play with your pussy. If you are kneeling on the floor, that might be difficult, but when you can, I want you to do that for me. Are you following me so far, Kris?" Kristen stared at me with a blank expression on her face and nodded. "Good. That's good, Kris. Stroke my cock a little, baby. I want you to keep me hard, because in a minute, I am going to ask you to fuck me." Kris' eyes grew a little wider, but she didn't hesitate to take my dick in one hand and slowly begin to rub up and down the length of it. "That's nice. Now, when I say 'enough', that will be your signal that it is time for you to fuck me. At times you might be a little dry inside. That will depend on how much you get into your cock sucking duties, or perhaps you might choose to masturbate while you suck me if I have not been fingering you myself. In any case, Kris, if, when I tell you to fuck me, you find that you are too dry for comfort, you have several choices. You may attempt to dry fuck me. As a matter of fact, I might tell you to do that once or twice. Your second option would be to keep a tube of K/Y jelly near by at all times, since you will never know when I might wish to be serviced. Lastly, you may always ask me to give you several minutes of stimulation with the "reminder", whenever it is in place, before it is time for you to perform your duties." Kristen had stopped her stroking and sat in mild shock, staring at me in horror. "I did not tell you that you should stop rubbing me, Kristen," I said sternly to the young girl. Kris opened her mouth to say something as her smooth brow furrowed and pretty face clouded over in a dark frown. "Yes, Kris?" I said in a slightly menacing tone of voice as I looked her directly in the eyes. She quickly closed her mouth, and her little hand began to move on me once again. "When you fuck me, Kristen," I continued after a brief pause, "I want you to begin by straddling my cock facing away from me. I want to be able to see your sweet, little ass as it comes down over my dick. I will hold myself for you so all you will have to do is sit down on me slowly. Just like you did earlier for Rick." Kris' hand paused briefly, but she picked back up when I glared at her. "I also want you to remember to look back over your shoulder at me while my cock slides into you. I want to see how pretty you look as my big dick makes its way up into your warm, little belly. Well, did you get all that, baby?" I asked the lovely girl as she stroked my hard cock. "Yeah, but....?" "Yes, Kristen. Now what?" I asked in an exasperated tone of voice. "How often am I going to have to do all these things?" she asked with a worried look. "I mean, summer's coming soon, and I have friends and things to do," Kris went on. I smiled up at her from my relaxed position on the bed. "Kristen," I said. "This summer is going to be very different from any summer you can remember. I might let you play with some of your old friends, Erica for one," I said, smiling slyly. "But you are also going to be making a lot of brand new friends soon. Friends who will show you all sorts of brand new ways to relax and enjoy yourself," I went on ominously. "Anyway, we'll be discussing all of that later. Right now, I want you to fuck me, Kris," I said, staring at the worried, young teen. "Yeah but..." Kris started to argue again. "No more 'buts', Kristen! Now turn around here and let me feel your pussy. I want to see how wet you are." "Oooohhh," she whined as she reluctantly got to her knees and turned her sweet ass toward me. Kris groaned deeply as I pushed my middle finger directly into her tight, little vagina. "Hmmmm, feels a little dry in there, baby. Maybe you had better run get the K/Y jelly this first time. It's in the bathroom cabinet, next to the spare toilet paper, under the vanity." I pulled my finger out of her and tasted it as the young girl crawled off the bed and went to the bathroom. She returned quickly with the big blue and white tube and reached to hand it to me. "No, honey," I said. "You go ahead and apply the stuff however you see fit. I would suggest you spread some on my cock and then perhaps you will want to also put a little up inside that tight, little cunt of yours. It's entirely up to you, but let's get on with it. I need a good fucking!" Kristen glared at me coldly, then opened the K/Y and squeezed some into her hand. "Mmmmmm, that feels nice, baby," I told the indignant, young blonde as she rubbed the jelly up and down my throbbing cock shaft. "Be sure you get some on the head. After all, that's the part that'll go into you first," I said, smiling benevolently. Kris didn't reply but moved her hand up over the swollen head of my stiff dick. "See how nice and hard you make me, Kris. Just think how good that big cock's going to feel when it's once again buried to the hilt in your hot, little cunt." "I wish you wouldn't talk like that," Kristen said angrily. "Why, baby? It's true. In just a very few minutes, you're gonna be ridin' my cock like a real cowgirl and lovin' every minute of it. Now no more talk, Kris. Push a little jelly up into your pussy, and let's mount up." Kristen squeezed some K/Y on her finger, then gently pushed it into herself. I watched as she slowly moved her finger in and out a few times, spreading the lubricant evenly around inside her vaginal entrance. "OK, Kristen, It's time to ride. I want you to stand up over me on the bed with one foot on either side of my hips, then when you are ready, just squat down, put your hands on my thighs for support, then lower yourself onto me just like you did in the living room earlier this evening. I am not going to help you like I did earlier. This is your job, and I want you to do all the work. Do you understand me?" "Yes, I understand," the haughty teenager replied sharply. I paid her no mind and went on. "One more thing, Kristen..." "What now?" she said as she stood up, stepped over my hips, and looked down at me from around her nice, round ass. "You are allowed to enjoy these sessions, but while you are servicing me, I want you to remain absolutely quiet, unless I tell you otherwise. If at any time you disobey me, you will be punished. Now, do we fully understand each other?" Kristen gave me her best icy stare. "Do we understand each other, Kristen?" I repeated coldly. "Yes, I understand everything," the agitated, young girl replied sharply. "Very well then, Kristen. You may begin." As Kristen slowly squatted down, I took my stiff cock in one hand and aimed the tip at her descending pussy slit.I stared fixedly at the young girl's slowly spreading cunt, her inner lips glistening with lubricant as I felt her warm hands on my thighs. Kristen inhaled deeply as the broad head of my cock first touched her tender, vaginal opening. She paused. "What's the problem, Kristen?" I asked as I moved the head of my cock against her pussy, working the tip between her slippery labia. "Nothing, I just...." she whined softly. I could tell she was totally mortified at being used in this fashion. "Then stop stalling and fuck me, and don't forget to look at me as my cock goes up inside you. Do it now, Kristen!" "Ohhh.. Godddd," the teenager moaned softly as her ass descended, and I felt the tip of my cock penetrate into her warm pussy. "Look at me, Kristen and keep quiet!" I reminded her harshly, as I again put my hands behind my head. Kristen gasped quietly as she slowly lowered her tight pussy onto my waiting cock. As she obeyed my instructions and looked back at me, I watched her sweet face register the every sensation as her tight, vaginal walls expanded to take me inside. When about four inches of cock had disappeared into her sweet cunt, I told her to stop. "Lift up now, baby and take a couple of short strokes to stretch yourself out, you don't want to go too fast," I instructed. Kristen closed her eyes and slowly lifted her tight, little pussy up until the tip of my cock was at her entrance once more. A sheen of light perspiration appeared on her brow as she began a series of short humps, each one pushing down on me about two to three inches. Kris panted softly and looked away. "You're doing just fine, Kris. I'm proud of you. Now lower your sweet pussy back down all the way, baby. Shove that big cock up inside your belly, honey." "Uuuuuhhhhhh," Kris gasped as her little hips came down on me. "Oh, yeah, Kristen, honey! You're little pussy is so warm and tight tonight. Look back at me, baby. Look back and fuck me, Kris. Make me cum in you again, darlin'." Kris looked back at me, her big, blue eyes beginning to glaze as she humped herself on my nine inch fuck engine. Each time her ass descended, I felt the tip of my cock push against the small, hard, plastic cylinder buried deep within her womb. The young girl was beginning to heat up as I felt her tight pussy move around my invading flesh. Her juices began to flow and run down the shaft of my pistoning cock and out over my balls, as Kris got up a rhythm to her fucking. Her young cunt was magnificent as always. Her firm, young vaginal muscles felt as strong as the first time I fucked her. I could feel her tightness against every inch of my cock as it moved in and out of the young girl. Kristen started to pant louder and more rapidly as I felt her begin to spasm inside. She was fully absorbed in her fucking by this time and had once more looked away. I watched her firm, round ass bounce up and down on me for several minutes, feeling her get closer and closer to orgasm. "Ohhhhhhh," Kris moaned aloud. "Be still, Kristen," I warned the hot, young teenager. When suddenly, I felt her young cunt begin to clamp down on me, I brought my hands up under her little ass when she was at the top of a stroke and pushed her up and off my cock. "Splop!" "Noooooooooo," the young girl whined as my cock popped out of her. "It's time for you to stop, Kristen. Climb off me and lie down on your back," I commanded as I got to my knees beside her. Kris reluctantly obeyed and stretched out before me. She looked lovely. Her face and neck were flushed a nice, healthy pink and she had that muzzy "fuck me" look on her pretty face. "Why did we have to stop?" she whined, pleading with her eyes. "I want you to masturbate for me now, Kristen. Put your hand between your legs and play with your hot, wet pussy. Make yourself cum for me while I watch," I ordered. Kristen didn't argue with me. Her hand literally flew between her thighs as she began to rub her sweet pussy, stroking a finger between her full, puffy labia. Her hips immediately began to move up and down as her whole body writhed in passion. I knelt above her and began to stroke my cock as I watched the beautiful, young blond finger herself to climax. Kristen's breathing got really loud and ragged as she rapidly approached orgasm. I continued to pump my stiff cock as I gazed at the squirming teenager before me. Before long, I felt that wonderful tickling sting begin to rise in my groin. "Ohhhhhhhhh.... godddddddddd... ohhhhhhhh..." Kristen cried as the first wave of her climax hit her like a tsunami. As it washed over the writhing, young girl, I felt my cum rise from my throbbing balls and rush down the length of my shaft. Kristen never saw it coming as the first glut of my cum launched into the air and landed squarely on her nose and open, panting mouth. "Nice shot!" I complimented myself on my marksmanship. My second salvo hit young Kristen on the her firm, little tits and upper abdomen as I adjusted its trajectory. "Ohhhhhh...... uuuughhhhhh..... nooooooo... goddddddd!" the startled teenager cried as my third and final shot landed on her tummy, the back of her hand and her pussy. Kristen struggled to get up. "Stay down there, Kristen," I commanded. "I'm not finished with you yet. You may get up when I tell you to and not before." "But it's so gross," Kristen whined disgustedly. "It's not gross at all. On the contrary, I should think you'd be pretty used to my cum by now. After all, Kris, you have consumed quite a bit over the past week in one end or the other," I said grinning at the distressed, young girl. Kris moved a hand to her face to wipe the cum off her mouth. "Leave it there, Kristen," I said sharply. "But...." she said. "Move your hand away," I told her. As Kristen removed her hand from her mouth I placed mine on her cheek. Then I put my thumb into the largest deposit of cum just to the left of her little nose and wiped it down over her lips. She began to struggle. "Don't move," I shouted and slapped her face lightly. Cum spattered. Kristen froze, her blue eyes staring in terror as I gently began to wipe my cum over her pretty face. Once her face was uniformly covered I allowed my sticky hand to move down over her chin, down her throat and chest to her perky, little titties. There I picked up a fresh supply of my love cream and proceeded to massage it into Kristen's firm breasts. "Ohhh... goddddd," Kris whined in protest as I gently pinched her firm pink, nipples now slippery with cum. "Be still," I warned her. My lovely, young slave lay shivering beneath my exploring hand as I worked my way down her firm, flat tummy taking great care that no part of her was left uncovered. When I at last reached her puffy, bare pussy, I took extra time to rub the remainder of the cum I found on her lower abdomen down onto and into her sweet cunt. After several minutes of rubbing I dipped my finger into Kristen's pussy to find she was still very hot inside. "Mmmmmm, baby. You just never cool down do you?" Kristen turned her head to the side looking away from me as I finger fucked her. I immediately returned my hand to her cheek and pulled her head back to face me. "Don't look away, baby. Remember, Kris. One of my primary rules for you is that you should always look directly at me whenever I touch you." Kristen gave a slight sob as a tear trickled from the corner of her eye and ran down her cum covered cheek leaving a little trail. I followed the tear with a finger tip then around her cheek and jaw, then back up to her lips. "Open your mouth, baby and lick my fingers." "Mmm..mmm," Kristen moaned shaking her head. "Do it, Kristen," I said coldly as I drew back to slap her again. "OK, OK" she whined as she opened her sweet mouth. I smiled down at my young captive as I popped three sticky fingers into her warm, wet mouth. "Lick my fingers, Kristen and when they are clean you can lick my hand clean as well." Kris slowly went to work on my fingers and hand with her nimble, little tongue. God she was good! When she had pretty well gotten everything, I said, "That's nice, Kristen. Now I want you to do the same to my cock." I shuffled closer to her on my knees. "Now, Kris, I ordered before she could protest. Reluctantly the humiliated young blond rose up on one elbow, took my now semi-flaccid cock in her hand and guided it to her warm, young mouth. "Ahhhhhh, that's my girl," I cooed as Kris' little tongue danced over the bottom of my cock shaft. "Lick it just like a popsicle, baby. That's right, honey," I moaned as the talented girl put her warm mouth over me and sucked gently. I had Kris clean me off thoroughly then I said, "I think it's time we telephoned your mother to let her know you will be sleeping over again this evening. Don't you agree, Kris?" "Can I take a shower first, please?" the sticky, young blond pleaded. "No, baby, let's call your mom first. They say that there is nothing better for a young girl's complexion than a nice, fresh cum pack." I grinned. "Let's leave it on for awhile, shall we?" "Ohhhhhhh..." Kris whined pitifully. "Come on, Kristen let's get up and call her now." Kristen followed me out into the hall where I dialed the phone and handed it to her. "Hi, Mom. It's me," Kristen said wearily when her mother answered. "No, nothing's wrong, Mom. We just had a lot of work to do tonight, that's all," she said as I stepped behind her. I pulled Kris' warm little body against me, cupped her tender little breasts and began to rub, reveling in the feel of her slippery, young body. The aroma of her hair just slightly over powered the odor on semen rising from her. "Mom, I think I'd better stay over again if that's OK with you. We still have a lot to cover tonight... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," Kristen moaned softly as my hand found its way to her sweet pussy and squeezed gently. "Nothing, Mom," Kris went on."I was just sighing and saying how much I was looking forward to summer... OK. Mom, I'll tell him," she said as her firm butt began to squirm against my flaccid cock. "I love you too, Mom... OK, Mom. See you tomorrow... Bye, bye." Kristen handed me the receiver. As I hung up the phone, I turned the sweet, cum-covered, young girl around and hugged her gently. I rubbed my body against her slippery front and felt her springy little breasts against my chest. "You did very well tonight for your first servicing, Kristen," I murmured into her ear. "You may now go take a shower. I will probably join you in a minute or two. Then it's time for bed. Tomorrow I want to talk to you about your summer vacation. I have plans," I said as I stepped back from her. Kris gave me a concerned, little look, then started for the bedroom. "Oh, by the way, Kris." She paused and turned. "I will probably want to fuck you again tonight before we go to sleep." Chapter 8 I had Kristen service me once more the first thing the next morning. She was much more cooperative the second time. I didn't have to reprimand or slap her at all as she went about her duties quietly and thoroughly. I again decided to cum on her face and chest, believing the added dose of humiliation would work wonders on the headstrong, young girl. "Good morning again, my dear," I said to the beautiful, young blonde as she joined me in the kitchen fresh from her shower. "Hi," Kristen replied shyly as she walked through the door. I held my hand out to the naked teenager as she crossed the room to the table. She took my offered hand and passively allowed me to guide her to a seat in my lap. I kissed her and gave her a little hug around her narrow waist, basking in her fresh, clean scent. I had not allowed Kristen to cum during this morning's session, but she still wore a slightly flushed look about her. By not allowing the hot, young girl to have orgasms during her early attempts at servicing me, I hoped her conditioning would be more complete. "You look lovely this morning, Kris," I told her as she blushed a bit. "I want to compliment you on your performance this morning. You did much better. It appears you are taking your duties seriously, and I'm proud of you." "Thanks," Kris muttered, looking away. "Have a seat and let's eat," I told her. While we ate, I discussed my plans. "Kristen, the efficiency at the end of the hall has become vacant in the last couple of days. The rent is reasonable and, best of all, it's close by. I think you should be able to talk your mother into allowing you to stay in your own apartment for the summer as a reward for remaining on the honor roll all year. After all, you are now a young woman and should be allowed some additional responsibilities. You can tell her that I will see to it that you get a summer job with the company I work for. Actually, I will be paying your rent and taking care of you, but as far as your mother's concerned, you will have a part-time job. How does that sound so far?" "OK, I guess." I could tell the teenage girl was mildly excited about the prospect of having her own apartment for the summer. I continued. "We will have a phone line installed there that also rings here since you will be spending most of your time with me. I'll expect you to continue your duties here on a daily basis, unless of course, I decide to lend you to someone for a while." "What?" Kristen said in an alarmed voice. "Oh, yes, I intend to share you with some of my friends. All female, of course, I don't want another man to touch you. As a matter of fact, Lynn has already reserved you for the weekend, so you will need to make arrangements to stay here tomorrow and Sunday. I'm sure your mother will approve." Kristen stared at me in disbelief. She was too shocked to reply. "Lynn lives very close by, and said she'll pick you up first thing in the morning. Pack light," I said, smiling at the distressed, young girl. I really missed having my young conquest around for the next two days, but I knew that Lynn would use Kristen properly, thereby aiding in her training. The remaining few weeks of the school year went by very quickly. Kristen came to my apartment practically every day, where I would have her service me at least once each visit. On days that she could not come by the house, I would drive to her school and have her do me in the car. Her conditioning was all but complete by the time summer vacation rolled around. As expected, Lyle, Kristen's mother, agreed to allow her daughter to take the efficiency in my building and to come to work for me for the summer. We got Kris all moved into her new place, to all outward appearances, when in reality, I now had a full-time, seventeen-year-old, sex toy living with me. One morning after a routine servicing in the kitchen, I asked Kristen about Erica. "You know, Kris," I said. "I would like to see your little friend Erica again and maybe get to know her a little better." I smiled lecherously. "Why don't you invite her over to see your new apartment one afternoon and let me take it from there. OK?" "I don't know," Kris said hesitantly. She was seated in my lap, my cock slowly going soft in her warm pussy. "What do you mean, 'you don't know'?" I replied as I kneaded her firm breasts, lightly pinching her erect, little nipples. "Do as I ask, Kristen. I think maybe tomorrow would be nice. It's a Saturday, and Erica should enjoy coming to visit you." I dropped my hand to the young girl's lap and absent-mindedly pushed a finger into her warm, moist, pussy slit to rub her firm, little clitoris just above my impaling cock shaft as I continued, "Have her come by around noon. That will give us plenty of time to entertain her properly." "Mmmmmm..." Kristen moaned softly, momentarily losing herself to my fondling. "Did you hear me, Kristen?" I asked. "Uh.. Huh," she replied muzzily. "Alright then, that's settled. Let me know what Erica says and thank you, Kristen that should be enough for this morning," I said, indicating to my blond plaything that she should get up now. I had to admire her tight, little ass as my cock slipped from between Kristen's firm, round cheeks. She walked gracefully out of the kitchen to take a shower. I let myself back into my apartment after returning from Kristen's efficiency at the other end of the building. I had left a note to her friend, Erica, who was expected in a few minutes, telling her that Kristen was at my apartment and to drop by for a minute. Young Kristen, in the meantime, was sleeping peacefully, stretched out naked as usual, on my big bed, after I gave her a small dose of my special sedative. When the light knock came at about 12:20 in the afternoon, I opened my door. "Well, hello again, Erica. Right?" I said, smiling sweetly to the cute, young girl at my door. "Hi there, nice to see you again," came Erica's effervescent reply. "How have you been? Made any new videos lately?" she asked brightly. "Oh, yes, several actually, but come on in and make yourself at home," I told her as I held the door. "Let's go into the living room; I'll get Kris," I said as I held out my hand, indicating the way for her. As I followed young Erica down the hall, I gazed fixedly at her lovely, swaying ass. Erica was a tall girl, I estimated about 5'-10". Like Kristen, she had a trim, athletic build with narrow hips and long, muscular legs. Erica wore a pretty, cotton sundress that clung to her curves nicely. Her long, wavy, light brown hair fell to her shoulders and framed her pretty face. Erica was a bubbly, young girl, her clear, brown eyes sparkling when she talked. "Have a seat, I'll go see what's keeping Kristen," I said to Erica as I left her in the living room and went directly to the kitchen. There I poured a big glass of iced tea laced with my fast-acting sedative. "Kristen said she'd be right out," I said, smiling to the cute, young girl on my couch as I walked back into the living room. "I thought you might be thirsty, so I fixed you some tea." I handed Erica the big glass. To my great delight, she said, "Oh, thank you. I thought I was going to die of thirst. It's so hot out there today," Kristen's little friend said as she tipped the glass back and all but drained it in a few big gulps. To kill time, I engaged the pretty, young girl in idle conversation. "So, Erica, how has your summer been so far?" "Just great!" she replied enthusiastically. "I'm so glad school's over for the year. Now I can have some fun." "Ah ha..." I said, smiling. "Yes, I'm sure you will. Tell me, Erica. How old are you?" "I'll be seventeen in December," she replied without hesitation. Isn't it funny that when girls are young, they always want to appear older, then when they get older, they want you to believe they are still young. "That's great," I said as I noticed the pretty girl's eyes droop a little. "Do you live at home with your parents?" I asked innocently. Erica put a hand to her face and with a concerned look, she said, "No... I... My Mom left last year and I... My Dad and I..." Erica fell over on her side on the big sofa. She was out cold. I smiled as I rose from my seat and walked over to the sleeping girl. "Erica?" I said as I touched her face lightly. No response. I placed my hand on one of her firm breasts and gave it a little squeeze - again, no movement, no response. I took Erica by her shoulders and sat her up, leaning her back on the big, soft couch. Then I knelt in front of her, placed my hand on her inner thigh up under her dress, and began to rub, carefully watching Erica's pretty face for any signs that she might be awakening. The sedative had her well under. With both hands, I spread her muscular legs, then slowly moved my left hand up the inside of one firm, warm thigh until I felt the familiar moist heat radiating from her pubic area.As I allowed the backs of three fingers to play up against what felt like smooth, satin panties covering a nice, plump, young pussy, little Erica gave no signs of consciousness. I rubbed her for several minutes, feeling her pubic hair rasp softly against the inside of the silky, center panel of her panties. Then slowly, I worked three fingers under the tight elastic surrounding one of young Erica's firm thighs. What I felt beneath was thrilling. Erica had very soft pubic hair that pretty much uniformly covered her pubic mound but grew sparser farther down toward her openings. I allowed my exploring fingers to move softly over what felt like very full, inner lips. Since Erica was not yet aroused, she was still pretty dry, but she was nonetheless very warm. Carefully, I dipped my center fingertip between her soft, warm petals to feel a slight amount of moisture beginning to form near her vaginal opening. I played my finger gently up and down between her moistening labia and stopped briefly to touch her small clitoris, which was just beginning to stand up and take notice of the attention being paid to the young girl's most private area. "Mmmmmmm..." Erica moaned softly in her stupor as her knees drew together against my arm. Slowly, I removed my hand from Erica's panties, then from under her dress. Then I leaned down and kissed her tender mouth. I worked my tongue between her sweet lips and licked her smooth teeth. Usually, if a patient is going to regain awareness, it will happen when something touches their mouth. Erica merely pouted her lips a little, almost kissing back before giving a long, slow sigh, then she again lay still, breathing quietly and evenly. 'The time was ripe,' I thought to myself as I left the room to retrieve a duplicate of the device that I had inserted into Kristen's vagina, which now remained there at all times. I used to call these devices "reminders," but lately I had begun to think of them more as electronic "leashes." On the way back, I stopped by my secret equipment room to set up the cameras and recording equipment. All was in readiness when I returned to the living room to find that Erica had again toppled sideways onto the seat of the couch. 'Just as well,' I thought as I walked over to her, placed the little, plastic cylinder on the carpet along with a tube of K/Y jelly. Erica's legs were hanging over the edge of the sofa, so I took the opportunity to hoist her dress up under her thighs in the back and to her waist in front. Next, I took the young girl by her legs below her knees and swung her legs around onto the seat of the couch. Erica now lay on her back with her skirt up to her tummy, exposing what turned out to be a very small pair of light blue, satin panties. My mouth began to water as I noticed that her plump pussy filled the center panel of her panties quite nicely. I grasped the tiny garment by its lacy, little waistband, then slowly and carefully drew it down to Erica's ankles. Oh, what a pretty pussy she had. My God! As I suspected, Erica had a full, little bush over her pubic bone, but lower down, her sandy, brown hair thinned out so that her full vulva were plainly visible through the sparse covering. Without wasting a moment, I gently lifted Erica's knees, then let her legs fall open, spreading her young pussy wide before my hungry eyes. I immediately leaned down and inhaled a draft of her sweet, musky scent. Then I crawled onto the sofa and again leaned down between Erica's spread thighs. I sniffed her once more before placing my tongue into her damp, little trench. Erica gasped. I waited for a minute before taking another taste. This time, her little hips rolled slightly, but otherwise, Erica lay still as I brought my lips down to her soft, damp labia. Mmmmmm, she tasted wonderful, just like all young girls do - sort of salty sweet and ever so slightly sticky. Because Erica's ankles were still restrained by her little panties, I wasn't able to actually recline between her young thighs and feast on her the way I would have liked, but I was able to get a goodly amount of satisfaction just licking her slowly and deeply. I watched Erica's young body react to my oral stimulus as her narrow hips rolled slowly from side to side. When at last, the young girl began to unconsciously hump my mouth, I wondered if she had done this before. "Well, no time like the present to find out," I said to myself as I nuzzled my nose into Erica's warm, little cunt. I licked my middle finger and began to carefully poke around at the entrance to her vagina. Erica's inner lips were somewhat fuller than Kristen's, so I had to separate them slightly with my other hand in order to gain unobstructed access to her interior. Ever so slowly, I pushed my slippery finger into the young girl. Erica inhaled quickly when I first entered her. I waited for a minute as I felt her vaginal muscles squeeze down on my invading digit, then relax. Once her breathing returned to normal, and her hips lowered back to rest, I pushed in a little farther, feeling carefully for her virgin barrier. When at last my second knuckle disappeared into Erica's tight, warm pussy without my having met with any resistance, I smiled and whispered to the sleeping teenager, "Ah ha, Erica. We've been around, haven't we? I figured you to be a curious, young thing." For the next several minutes, I finger-fucked Kristen's pretty, young friend until her little vagina was nice and wet inside. As I felt Erica's young muscles suck on my probing digit, I thought about how nice she would be to fuck. 'All in good time,' I thought, smiling to myself. 'All in good time.' With the exception of a slight rolling of her hips and one or two barely audible moans, Erica's reactions to my manipulations were minimal. She was ready to accept her "leash." I picked up the small, plastic cylinder from the floor and made sure it was clean. Then I coated it liberally with K/Y jelly and brought it up to Erica's vaginal entrance. The "leash" slipped easily between her full labia, then into the tight entrance to her birth canal. Because Erica was already in a mild state of physical arousal, I had no difficulty at all pushing the small device deep into her vagina. I toyed with the idea of using my cock to push it the rest of the way in, but thought better of it for the time being. When I was satisfied that the new "leash" was properly installed in my new teen toy, I squeezed a little more K/Y on the tip of my index finger and carefully rubbed it over Erica's small, anal opening. I gently pressed against her little asshole a few times, testing for a reaction. When Erica only moved her hips a little in response to my probing, I inserted just the tip of my finger into her tight, little anus. I felt her strong, young muscles clench down on my finger as the young girl gasped softly in her sleep. For a moment, I held my finger perfectly still as her muscles spasmed around it. Then, ever so slowly, I began to move my finger gently in and out of Erica's fine, young ass. When at last I felt that her rectum was prepared, I pulled my finger slowly out of her, removed the small suppository from my pocket, unwrapped the foil cover, and gently pushed it into the sleeping young girl. Contained within the tiny capsule was another designer drug, this one a mild tranquilizer to help relax the subject and lower her inhibitions. Satisfied that all was in readiness, I closed Erica's legs and pulled her panties up. Then I slowly swung her legs off the couch and, with some effort, managed to get her inert body back into a sitting position. After smoothing her sundress down around her hips and legs, I gave young Erica an injection of the antidote to the sedative. As she began to stir, I stood over the young girl and lightly slapped her cheek, saying, "Erica... Erica... Can you hear me? Are you alright?" I gazed down at her with what appeared to be genuine concern as the pretty teenager's brown eyes fluttered open. "Mmmmm... What happened?" she said, still dazed from the drug. "I don't know, honey," I said to her as I put a hand to her soft cheek. "One minute we were talking about your family, and the next thing I know, you went out like a light. Are you OK?" "Ohhhh gosh, I guess so," Erica replied hazily as she sat forward, resting her forehead in one hand. I noticed her other hand slip down to her tummy. "I feel kinda funny still," she said as she squirmed slightly, no doubt her body sensing the foreign objects hidden inside. "Maybe you just drank that cold tea too fast," I suggested helpfully. "I have heard of that kind of thing happening to athletes when they get overheated. Why don't you relax, and I'll go see what's keeping Kristen." "OK," Erica said, once more leaning against the soft couch back. I left her there and went quickly to my hidden room. As I walked in, I looked through the big one-way glass to see the young, teenage girl place a hand up under her dress and slowly rub herself. I'll bet she was wondering what the strange, full sensation might be up in there. I then made a quick check on the recorders and found that they were operating flawlessly. Everything that had happened in the living room so far this afternoon was on tape, 'and the best is yet to come,' I thought merrily as I locked the door behind me and went to deal with Kristen. I gave Kris an injection of the antidote, then left her to recover on her own and returned to the living room. "How you doin'?" I asked sweet Erica as I walked in. "Better, thanks," she gave me a soft smile. "That's great," I said. "Glad to hear it. Kris said she would be out in a minute. As a matter of fact, I think I hear her coming now." The anal tranquilizer that I had placed into Erica worked pretty quickly. I noticed that the pretty, brown-haired girl's normally bright, brown eyes had taken on a distinctly hazy look.She was totally cognizant, but her reactions seemed ever so slightly impaired, and her speech was decidedly slower than it had been earlier. That, however, didn't stop Erica from sitting bolt upright in shock as she gasped, "What the...?", when her best friend, Kristen, walked naked as the day she was born into the room, wiping the sleep from her pretty, blue eyes. Kris' mouth dropped open as she stared back, first at her little friend, Erica, then at me. "Ohhh... god," Kristen then cried as she turned and ran from the room, thoroughly embarrassed. Erica's mouth was still hanging open as I called to my fleeing, young plaything, "Come back in here, Kristen. Is that any way to behave when we have company?" Kris did not reply. I shot a smile toward the shocked, young Erica as I reached into my jacket pocket and removed two tiny, small area transmitters about the same size and shape as the key fob type, car alarm, arming devices so common today on "hi-end" automobiles. Each tiny remote had two buttons, one labeled "Pulse" and the other, "Buzz". One remote was also labeled at the top in small letters, "Kristen". The other was currently unlabeled, but soon would be. These smaller versions of my full function remotes were designed to be used only at close range. They were very simple and non-programmable, but they worked extremely well up to approximately 100 meters as Kristen was about to find out. "Come in here, Kristen," I called again. This time in a much more serious tone of voice. I waited for a couple of seconds, then pushed the "Pulse" key on Kristen's remote. I heard Kris' deep grunt come from somewhere toward the front of the house. "What's going on around here?" Erica asked suspiciously, once she found her voice. "Just relax, Erica," I told her flatly. "You'll find out soon enough." The young girl's eyes grew wider as she sat still, watching me suspiciously. "Kristen!" I shouted as I again pressed the "Pulse" key. "Uuugghhhh... ohhhh," echoed from the hall, followed by a soft thump. 'Kristen had hit her knees,' I thought to myself. "Be nice, baby," I cooed. Come back in and see your friend, Erica. She wants to know what's happened to you, and I'll need your help to show her. Come on, Kris, honey. Don't make me ask you again." I looked toward the hall door as Kristen silently appeared. Her long, blond hair had fallen in her face and she was trembling. Erica's pouty, little mouth again dropped open as she stared wide-eyed first at her naked, young friend and then at me. "Before you ask, Erica let me explain. Kristen and I have become very close in the past month, actually since before her birthday. Although she has an apartment down the hall, Kris actually lives here with me. Come in Kristen and sit beside me." The shaken, young blond slowly crossed the room to the couch where I sat. As she did, she attempted to cover her nakedness with her hands. "Take your hands away, Kris," I commanded. "You know that I have forbidden you to cover yourself. That includes when we have guests." I smiled at Erica who looked quite uncomfortable by now. Kris removed her hands from her sex, then quickly came and sat beside me. I placed my right hand on her warm thigh and rubbed gently. "As I was saying, Erica, Kristen lives here with me and takes care of most of my needs. She is still in training but is doing quite well, I think. Don't you?" I glanced over at Kris' nervous, little friend on the section of sofa adjacent to mine. "I... Kristen, what's going on around here? Why are you naked?" Erica blurted out to her little, blond friend. Kristen didn't answer as she sat beside me staring at her knees. "Erica," I said in a mildly menacing tone. "You will address your questions to me alone. As I said earlier, Kristen is in training. This is her first opportunity to behave correctly in front of another person. Please don't ruin it and cause me to have to punish her. I have already had to use the 'leash' more than once." "What are you talking about?" Erica said in a slightly outraged tone. "What do you mean training, and what's this 'leash' thing?" "If you will be patient, Erica, I'll show you," I said irritably. I was beginning to lose patience with her. "Kristen," I said turning to my sweet young captive. "Service me." "Ohhhhhh... please nooooo, not in front of Erica, pleeeeeaaassee," she whined pitifully. "Don't worry about your friend," I said to Kris. "She'll be joining in the fun soon enough anyway. Now get started." "Ohhhhhhhhh," my distressed, young blond again whined as she looked first at me and then at her pretty, little friend, Erica. "Service me, Kristen!" Slowly Kris reached out her small hands and began to unfasten the top button on my jeans. Then she stopped and looked up at me pleadingly. "Do it!" Kris sobbed once softly as she unzipped my fly, reached a warm hand into my shorts and extracted my stiffening prick. Chapter 8 Young Erica, who had been watching all of this unfold with a dumbfounded look on her pretty face, finally said, "Ohhh... my god!" She got up quickly from the couch and stood wobbling on her feet, slightly dizzy from the rectal tranquilizer. "I'm getting out of here right now," Erica said as she started slowly for the hall door. Kristen, who had just begun to stroke my cock, stopped and looked over at her scared, young friend. "Keep stroking, me Kristen," I told my young playmate, "and you, Erica - Sit back down!" "No way!" Erica said. "You're nuts. I'm getting out of here and calling the police." She turned again for the door. Kristen went on with her duties as I picked up the tiny, unmarked remote and held the "Buzz" key down firmly with my thumb. "Ohhhh... Oh my god... Oh my god, what's happening? OhhhJesusohhhhhh!!!!" Sweet, young Erica's big, brown eyes shot open wide as her hands immediately flew to her crotch. The young girl's knees pressed tightly together as she at first bent over slightly at the waist, her elbows locked in front of her, then finally fell to her knees on the carpet and rolled onto her side. Erica began to pant softly as she drew her knees up to her chest. Her hands were still pressed tightly between her thighs as her little hips began to roll and heave. I paid little attention to Erica and her writhing as I held my thumb down on her "Buzz" button. "Mmmmmm, yes, baby," I sighed as Kristen lowered her sweet mouth onto my hard cock and began to suck gently, moving her head up and down slowly. I allowed Kris to suck me for several minutes. Occasionally I glanced over to see Erica's young body convulse as she no doubt went from one orgasm to the next. Her pretty brown eyes were tightly closed and she was drooling a bit as her little hips undulated there on my living room rug. I figured I had given Erica about ten full minutes of deep, vaginal stimulation when I at last released the button on her remote. While she was recovering, I whispered to young Kris. "You may fuck me now, Kristen." Erica, in the mean time, hoisted herself up on her hands, then sat watching as her best friend stood up in front of me, turned around to straddle my thighs, then slowly impaled herself on my waiting cock. "Oh, God, Kristen. How could you?" Erica asked in a shocked and disgusted tone of voice. Kris stared blankly at her friend and didn't answer as she silently went about her duties. Up and down her tight, little vagina moved on my throbbing cock. Kristen was one of the best fucks I think I have ever had. She looked absolutely wonderful from behind with her long, blond hair spilling down her back to almost cover her round, little ass. "Look back at me, baby," I said to the hot, young blond as she fucked me. "I want to see your pretty face, Kris." As Kristen obeyed, I looked quickly in Erica's direction. "I would also like to see more of you young lady. Stand up and strip, Erica, right over here in front of me please." "You're crazy if you think I'll do that," Kristen's friend said as she struggled to her feet. "I think you're an animal to treat Kristen the way you do." "Did you hear that, Kristen?" I said smiling. Your friend thinks I treat you badly. I don't treat you badly do I, Kris? You may answer." "N...noooo ...uhhhh... ohhhhhhhh," Kris managed to reply as she fucked herself on my nine inch cock. "There, you see, Erica, I'm no animal. I take very good care of Kristen, just like I plan to take care of you. Now, Erica, I will tell you once more. I want you to step over here in front of me and remove your clothes. Once you have done that I will give you further instructions. Do you understand me?" "No way," the outraged, young girl said icily. I'm outta here." This time, before she could turn, I pressed Erica's "Pulse" key. "Uuuugghhhh," the resisting young girl grunted deeply as she doubled over at the waist. "What was tha....... Uggghhhh... Ohhhhhh... Gaahh... Nnnnn... Uugghhhh..." Erica was once again driven to the carpet as I pressed her "Pulse" button five times in fairly rapid succession. When she looked back up at me, her pretty face was pale and her brow was glistening with perspiration. "Erica," I said. "You have just had a brief demonstration of both functions of my electronic 'leash'. For your information, the device has been inserted into your vagina deeply enough so that it cannot easily be removed. With this small remote control I can induce either intense vibrations or pulsed, electrical shocks to your most sensitive areas from practically any distance away. Kristen has a similar device inside of her and will be happy to go over the details of its operation with you later, but right now, I expect you to obey me without question. "Strip for me, Erica," I said fixing her with a chilling stare. I "hit" her once more for good measure. "Uugghhhh... noooo... stop, please," young Erica pleaded from the floor."I'll do what you want, just please don't do that again." I was having a hard time keeping my mind on the fact that while I was trying to break in a new subject, I was also being fucked crazy by one lovely, little girl. Kristen really hadn't cared much about what was happening to her little friend, Erica. She knew by this time that there was no use resisting and that there was certainly nothing she could do to help Erica, so she simply contented herself to fuck her tight, young cunt up and down on my cock. Kristen's pussy was by this time sopping wet as usual. My living room was filled with the sounds of wet pussy being plunged, mixed with Kristen's soft panting. She was getting very good at being quiet while she serviced me. "Come on, Erica," I said somewhat breathlessly. "I'm waiting." Slowly the beautiful, sandy-haired, young teenager rose from the carpet and stood before me. Without further prompting, she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. Then she pulled it forward over her tanned shoulders and let it drop in a pile at her feet. "Mmmm, you look lovely, Erica," I said to the blushing, young girl as she stood in front of me in her pretty, satin panties and small, lacy bra. Erica looked uneasily at her friend, Kris, who was bouncing mindlessly up and down in my lap. "Keep going, Erica. Don't stop now. You'll be doing what Kris is doing soon enough," I told her. Erica stared at me in disbelief, but nonetheless, she unfastened the catch between the lacy, little cups of her bra and allowed the small, satin garment to fall open, exposing her firm, little titties. Erica's breasts were slightly larger than Kristen's, about the size of big, Florida oranges. Where Kris' nipples were a light, strawberry pink, Erica's nipples were a darker brown and a bit more pronounced. They looked like they would be very nice to suck on, particularly once they were nice and hard. Erica wiggled her bra off her shoulders; it joined the pile at her feet. "Now the panties," I prompted the flushed, young teenager standing before me. Erica looked away as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her little, satin panties then started to pull them down. She stopped just as I saw the first hint of her light brown bush showing above the rolled waistband. "Why are you stopping?" I inquired. The teenage girl finally broke down. "Oh, please don't make me do this," Kristen's little friend cried. "If you'll let me stop now and not make me go through with this, I promise I won't tell a soul. I'll leave right now and you won't ever see me again," the frightened girl went on. I gave young Erica a cunning smile as I asked her, "Have you forgotten so soon about the little toy that I have placed up inside you, Erica? What are you planning to do about that?" The teenager paled visibly. "I.. I don't know... Can't I take it out?" she asked timidly. I said nothing for a moment, then I leaned forward and whispered to my sweet Kristen who was still attempting to please me, "That will be fine for now, Kris. You may dismount, and thank you." I kissed the young blonde on her shoulder. Once Kristen had disengaged herself, I got up and stood in front of her semi-naked, little friend. I smiled benignly at Erica as she stood trembling before me, turned and said to Kristen, "Kris, I think I am going to need your help with Erica." Kris, who had been standing, dutifully waiting for instructions, gave me a worried look and said, "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to step behind your little friend here and hold her for me." Erica, who was still holding the waistband of her partially lowered panties, gave me a nervous look and said in a more worried tone, "What're you going to do to me?" "Don't worry, baby," I said as Kris stepped behind her friend. As she did, I reached out and took little Erica by her soft shoulders. "Kristen and I are just going to get to know you a little better, that's all." Young Erica, sensing the hopelessness of her situation, gave me a pleading look and said, "Please don't hurt me." "Honey, we wouldn't dream of hurting you," I tried to assure the shaken, young girl. "Kris, why don't you play with Erica's little tits for a while for me. Rub them gently and show your friend how nice you can be. I want to see her little pussy." I heard Kristen whisper, "I'm sorry, Erie," as she reached under her friend's arms and cupped her perfect, young breasts. "Be still, now, Kris," I warned as I heard Erica give a soft gasp. Kristen began to slowly massage her young friend's firm titties as I squatted down. Erica's breathing rate had already begun to increase as she leaned her head back against Kristen's cheek, her eyes closed. Young Erie had since released her hold on her panties and had placed her hands over Kris' on her tender breasts as she gradually relented to Kristen's ministrations. I put my thumbs under the partially rolled waistband and drew the silky little garment down to Erica's ankles in one motion, displaying the young teen's nearly perfect pussy directly in front of my nose. I couldn't resist. I brought my hands up behind Erica's firm buttocks, then pushed my face against her sweet pussy, inhaling the sweet scent of the young girl's arousal. Erica squealed, dropped her hands to the back of my head and grabbed my hair. "Easy, Erie, honey," I whispered against her pussy. "Don't fight us, baby." I kissed her puffy vulva, then pushed my tongue slowly between them, tasting her salty little slit as I gently kneaded her firm ass cheeks. "Ohhhhhh," Erica moaned as a result of Kris' and my combined attentions. I licked her a few times then placed a hand on one of her warm inner thighs and pushed. Erica quickly got the message and spread her feet a little. Then I cupped her sweet sex in my hand and began to squeeze and fondle. Erica was very wet, I noticed as I dipped a finger into her tight slit. "Ohhhhhh.. Nnnnnnnno," the young teenager whined as she began to struggle a little. "What is it, baby? I cooed up at her. "Don't you like what we're doing? Doesn't this feel nice?" I said as I slowly moved my searching finger farther back between Erica's thighs and deeper into her warm, wet pussy slit. "Uuuuugghhh....yeah...mmmm...but," I've never done anything like this before," the young girl said breathlessly as Kristen continued to squeeze her tender, little breasts. I stopped and looked up at her. "What? You mean with two people or with another woman or what, baby?" I held my finger still as Erica explained, "No, I mean with anybody!" She looked down at me with her big, hazy, brown eyes. "But, Erie, honey, I know you're not a virgin," I said as I began to move my finger in her wet slit once more, gently tickling over her vaginal opening. "I found that out when I pushed my "leash" up into you while you were passed out earlier. I felt around inside you very carefully for your cherry before hand, and it was gone, I can assure you. So how can you say you've never done this before?" I said, giving her a sly smile. "Ohhhh," Erica whimpered, both out of embarrassment and because Kris and I were still working on her. "What, baby? Tell me, honey?" "Ohhhhh..." she hesitated briefly then, "I did it myself by accident," she sobbed. "What?" I said almost laughing. "You did what? How, Erica?" "Promise you won't tell?" the sweet teen asked pitifully. "Sure, baby, I promise, now tell me what happened," I said, giving her tender, warm cunt a little squeeze. "Wait a second, why don't we sit down," I suggested helpfully as I removed my hand from between Erica's warm thighs. "Kristen, you may stop now and sit over there," I nodded to the other section of the big, modular couch. She obeyed. I stood up, put my arm around young Erica's warm shoulders and helped her over to the big, soft sofa. She sat facing me with her knees locked tightly together as she explained. "Well," she said, "One afternoon when I was twelve and both of my parents were still at work, I was in their bathroom looking for a Band-Aid. I went through all the drawers and cabinets, then in one bottom drawer, I found a long, white thing that looked like a plastic candle with a little switch on the blunt end. I had a pretty good idea what it was since I had heard about vibrators and dildos by that time, so I took it out of the drawer and tried the switch. It startled me when it started to vibrate, and I almost dropped it. Anyway, I took it back to my room, took off my clothes and got up on my bed. Then I turned it on and touched it to my...." She paused. "To your pussy?" I coaxed. "Yeah," Erica said blushing hotly. "The next thing I knew I was in another world. I'm not really sure what happened exactly after that, but I do remember kneeling over the vibrator as I held it up against me. I guess my knees gave out, because suddenly I dropped down hard on top of it, shoving it almost all the way up into me. It hurt like hell, and I started to bleed. I was scared silly as I slowly pulled it out, thinking I was going to bleed to death. Anyway, the bleeding stopped before my parents got home. I washed off the vibrator and returned it to the drawer in my folk's bathroom, and I have never put anything up there again; it hurts too much. I was sore down there for a week." Erica gave a big sigh as she finished her tale. "Well, Erica," I said after a moment. "That certainly is a first in my book. I'm sorry that you had to lose your cherry that way. I can assure you, it is much nicer with a man. I took Kristen's virginity, and although she doesn't act like it at times, I know she's grateful. Aren't you, baby?" Kris nodded her head, her eyes downcast. "So, Erica, here we are then," I said as I slid off the sofa and knelt in front of the sweet, young girl and placed a hand on each of her warm thighs. She shivered a little and pressed her knees together tightly."I think it's high time you had a man in your life, and I think that man should be me," I said as I slowly moved my hands up her thighs toward her hips. "What do you think about that prospect, Erica?" "I don't know," Erica said shyly. "You're pretty mean to Kris," she continued as my hands moved slowly up toward my target between her legs. My hands were on top of the young teenager's thighs so that my thumbs were first to make contact with Erica's soft, curly, brown pubic hair. Immediately, she brought her hands over mine to prevent my further exploration. "Kristen," I said. "Come over here, please. I need your help again." I looked Erica straight in the eye as Kris got up and came over to us. "Please pick up Erica's remote there on the table and depress the button marked 'Buzz'. Hold it down until I tell you to release it." Young Erica didn't realize yet what that meant until Kris depressed her "Buzz" button as instructed. "Ohhhhh... Oh God... Oh Nnnnno... Uugghhh," Erica groaned as she jerked her knees up to her chest and rolled onto her side on the couch, her little body curling instinctively into a tight, fetal ball around the source of the stimulations. I placed a hand to her face as Erica trembled all over, whimpering softly. I stroked her soft cheek as I murmured to her, "That's my little girl. Let my toy get you all worked up inside. Just let go, Erie, and let your body flow with it. Here, honey, let me help you," I said to the helpless young girl as her hips began to roll rhythmically. I crawled onto the couch and knelt beside the squirming teenager. Then I looked up at Kristen and said, "Just keep her going, Kris. Once I get my cock into her, you can release her, but not until. Understand?" Kristen stood beside the couch looking nervously down at her young friend who lay helpless to prevent my further advances. "Don't worry, Kristen. Little Erica will be just fine. Soon you will have a new partner to help you with your duties," I said, smiling up at her from the couch. I leaned down and took Erica by the knees, rolled her onto her back, and spread her legs, then maneuvered myself between them. The young girl had no idea what was happening to her. She was in another world filled with tingling pleasure radiating from a bright star deep in her belly. Erica's eyes were closed, and her eyelids fluttered as her head rolled slowly from side to side in time with the slight humping motion of her adolescent hips. Erica unconsciously closed her soft, warm thighs tightly against my hips as I slowly lowered myself onto her prone, little body. I grasped my rock-hard cock in one hand, leaned forward, supporting myself with my other hand beside her shoulder on the couch, and gently touched the swollen head against Erica's soft pussy. Slowly, I moved the tip of my prick up and down in the squirming teenager's wet slit, coating the head with the juices that were flowing freely from her. When I did this, Erica opened her eyes, but I could detect no signs that she was aware of what was about to happen to her. I placed the head of my cock against Erica's tight entrance, then nodded to Kris. "OK, Kristen, you may release her now," I said. As soon as I saw Kris release Erica's "Buzz" key, I pushed into the helpless young girl. "Ohhhhhhhhh... oooooooooo," Erica moaned softly as she accepted her first cock. Jesus, she was tight. As my cock slowly made its way into the sweet teen, her little hands instinctively came up to my biceps and held on tightly. I could actually feel her tight vaginal opening travel up the length of my shaft as I progressed into Erica's warm, moist interior. Erica's eyes were now open, gazing up at me in wonder as she gasped in a big breath. She was truly a beautiful young girl. I looked down to see her firm, flat tummy bulge out as I intruded into her. "That's it, baby. You're so pretty, Erie, honey, and your little pussy feels so nice and warm around my big cock," I whispered down to her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Erica moaned aloud as her little back arched, causing her perfect, young breasts to stand up below me. I halted my progress into her as I reached down with my free hand and massaged first one and then the other, squeezing her firm flesh and toying with each hard, little, brown nipple. Then I lowered my body down onto hers. Erica felt incredibly soft and warm under me as I slowly bent my face close to hers. I could smell her sweet breath as I whispered softly, "Does it feel good, baby? Do you like my cock inside you, Erie?" Erica's hazy, brown eyes opened, and she stared deeply into mine, then she nodded her pretty head and sighed, "Uh.. Huh." When I felt the tip of my cock contact the small object inside Erica's tender vagina, I continued to push as the broad head of my cock slowly eased the hard plastic cylinder deeper and deeper into the softly moaning young girl. "Ohhhhhhh....mmmmmm....uugghh," Erica moaned, then grunted as the "leash" finally lodged itself firmly against her cervix. Then I slowly pulled out of her until the head of my cock popped out and rested at her entrance once more. I lowered my hungry mouth onto hers and pushed my tongue into her partially open mouth. At the same time, I re-entered her tight, young pussy. "Mmmmmm," Erica exhaled through her nose as my dick slowly traveled back into her, her vaginal muscles alternately contracting and relaxing around my invading cock meat. When the tip of my prick again arrived deep inside Erica to touch the end of her "leash," I held still and let her young pussy milk me for a while as I kissed her tenderly. I quickly discovered that although young Erica had an outgoing, effervescent personality, she was a very reserved and tender lover. As I gradually picked up a rhythm, pistoning my swollen cock in and out of her wonderful pussy in long, even strokes, Erica locked her heels behind my thighs and held me tightly as she softly fucked me back. Erica was very quiet as she went about her fucking. 'She will become very adept at servicing,' I thought as she panted softly beneath me. It wasn't long before Erica suddenly gave three or four little gasps in rapid succession. "Uhh..huh, uhh..huh, uhh..huh." She hugged me tightly around my waist and locked her ankles behind my ass, practically crushing my pelvis in the grip of her muscular, young thighs as Erica shivered all over. She was cumming. Erica's young pussy then did something that I had never experienced before. It was almost a sequential thing as her tight vaginal muscles rippled from one end of my cock shaft to the other and back several times. I held still inside the young girl and reveled in this new sensation, imagining what a milking machine might feel like. The phenomenon went on for over a minute, and it was all I could do to keep from cumming too soon. Erica's strong, young body gave two quick shivers, and it was over, with no more than a quiet whimper. When I felt the young girl's body finally relax, I rested my full weight on top of her and kissed her, murmuring, "Mmmmmm, what a pretty baby you are, Erie. We are going to have a really good time together this summer." "Hmmm, what?" Erica sighed, gradually coming back to the present. "Wait a minute," she said, finally grasping the implications of what I had just told her. "I let you have your way with me this time, but that doesn't mean I want more," the young teen beneath me said in all seriousness. "But Erie, honey, I'm nowhere near finished with you yet," I said, smiling wickedly as I suddenly jerked my hips, shoving my still rock-hard cock deep into her, slamming the rounded end of her "leash" hard against her tender cervix. "Uuuugghhhh... ggnnnoooo... owwwww," Erica cried out as her little head flew back against the seat of the couch, causing her back to arch severely. Again, I rammed her, and again a deep grunt issued from her gut. Then I held still once more as Erica's arched little body fell back to the couch. Her eyes stared at me in shock as she opened her mouth to say something, but before she could speak, I rammed her five times quickly with short, hard strokes. "Ohh..ohh..ohh..ahh..ahh," Erica wailed, then I paused once more. As she again opened her brown eyes and stared up at me, gasping for air, I gave her five more of the same hard, short, pounding strokes, each one hammering mercilessly at her cervix. This time, as the young girl's back arched high off the sofa, her little hands once again grasped my biceps and held on. "Ohhhhh...myyyy...godddddd," young Erica cried as once again I paused just long enough for her to catch her breath before I pummeled her tender, young vagina again. This time, however, I didn't stop after five strokes, but kept up with my quick-time, jackhammer fucking for a full minute or more. Erica totally lost it. Her head rolled from side to side and bounced up and down on the couch seat in time to my fucking as she wailed loudly, "ahh..ahh..ahh..ahh..ahh..ahh..nnn..nnn..noooooooo..goddddddddd." I felt her clamp down inside as Erica launched into a noisy orgasm. When she did, I felt the sting in my groin. "Kristen," I grunted as I grabbed my cock at the hilt and pulled out of young Erica. "Come over here and help instruct your little friend in the fine art of cock sucking." Erica groaned as I crawled from between her legs. "Come on, baby, sit up here so Kristen can show you her newly acquired talent." I held a hand out to Erica and pulled her up. "Climb off the sofa and kneel on the floor with Kris," I commanded. Erica moved to obey, still not completely sure what was happening. I sat back down on the couch and spread my thighs. "OK, you two, do your stuff." Kristen crawled between my thighs with no further coaxing, but Erica hung back, looking puzzled and worried. "Come on, Erie, baby. Move up closer; there's room enough for both of you.Hesitantly, the sweet, sandy-haired beauty moved forward and placed a warm hand on my right thigh. Kristen moved to one side a little to make room for her. I gazed down happily at the two nubile, young girls kneeling between my thighs, their warm, tender bodies against my skin, then said to Kris, "You may begin, Kristen. Go slowly, please, so Erica can see how you do it." "Do what?" Erica asked innocently. "You just watch Kristen, honey, and you'll see. Go ahead, Kris." "Ohhhhh... gross!" Erica said disgustedly as Kristen, without hesitation, leaned down and placed her warm, wet mouth over the head of my erect penis. I noticed that Kris' young friend didn't try to move away, but rather she sat and watched transfixed as Kris' beautiful, blond head began to bob up and down in my lap. Wet, slurping noises rose from between my legs as Kristen moved her hot mouth on me, swallowing me deep into her tight throat each time she came down on me. Fortunately, during the brief break between when I pulled my cock out of young Erica and now, I had cooled off a bit, because Kris was doing her usual unbelievable job at orally driving me nuts. I leaned forward with a groan of pleasure and placed a hand on Erica's sweet face. I rubbed her cheek as I gazed into her brown eyes. Erica looked away as I played my thumb over her soft lips. "You have a very pretty mouth, Erie," I said, smiling at the young girl. She blushed hotly, then with a startled look, moved her hand quickly to mine when I unexpectedly pushed the tip of my thumb between her teeth and into her warm mouth. Her big, brown eyes stared questioningly into mine as her lips closed around my penetrating digit. I smiled benevolently down at the sweet girl, slowly moving my thumb in and out of her mouth while Erica instinctively sucked on it. "Ohhhh.... man," I groaned suddenly as Kristen's chin met my balls, my cock extending all the way down her tight throat. Quickly, she pulled her head up, then went down again slowly until her little nose nestled into my pubic hair. She looked up at me, her big, blue eyes shining. "That's wonderful, Kris, but let's give your friend a crack at it, OK?" "Mmmm...hmmm," Kris hummed as she slowly raised her mouth off me. Erica got a very concerned look on her pretty face as I turned to her and said, "Ok Erie, honey, let's see what you can do." "I don't think so," the young girl said nervously, backing away. "Come back here, Erica," I said sharply. She froze, staring at me in mild shock. "We need to get something straight between us," I continued. "When I ask or tell you to do something, I expect you to comply without question. I will go over the rest of my rules for you later, but for now, you must understand that you will do as you are told, or you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?" "But this isn't fair," Erica whined. "I don't have to take orders from you, and I won't let you make me do anything else today or ever. I don't know about Kris, but I won't stand for this abuse," she said angrily as she gave me her best withering stare. Without reply, I took Erica's remote from Kristen, who was staring at her best friend with a frightened look, and pressed the "Pulse" key. With a grunt, Erica doubled over, her forehead touching the rug. As she tried to get back to her knees, I zapped her again. "Ohhhhhh...uugghhhh," Erica groaned from her doubled-over position at my feet. "Get up here, Erica and suck my cock," I commanded. She looked up with tears in her brown eyes, then silently put a hand on my knee to help boost herself back to a kneeling position. Erica moved her warm, young body between my thighs. "Since you've never done this before, I will let Kristen tell you how to go about this, Erica," I said. "Kris, please explain to Erica what I expect her to do." Kristen looked thoroughly mortified as she said to her best friend, "Take his dick in one hand, Erie, then lean down and put it in your mouth." Erica looked at her friend and then at me with an uncertain stare. She said, "I don't think I can. It'll make me throw up, I think." "I thought the same thing my first time," Kristen said to her, "but I didn't. It isn't as bad as it looks," Kris went on. "Go ahead, Erica," I coaxed. "You'll like it eventually, I promise, baby." "OK," the reluctant young girl said as she took my stiff cock in one hand. Erica crawled forward a little more, leaned down, and placed her slightly parted lips over the head of my dick. "Mmmmm, baby," I moaned softly. "Your little mouth is so warm, Erie. Tell her what to do, Kris." "Open your mouth wider, Erie," Kristen said to her young friend, "and slide your mouth down over it. If it makes you gag, just pull back a little and breathe through your nose," Kristen instructed. Erica did as Kristen suggested and lowered her warm, wet mouth further onto my throbbing cock. God! I loved the feel of a virgin mouth on me. As the head of my cock made contact with the back of Erica's mouth, I felt her throat muscles contract in a gag. Her little shoulders convulsed once or twice as she fought for control. Suddenly, she pulled her mouth off me and sat back on her haunches, gasping. "I just can't," Erica cried, giving me a pitiful look. "It's too big and it makes me sick." "I have a better idea," I said as I got up from the couch. "Kris, why don't you help Erica up to her knees and then stand behind her." Kris did as she was told, and after helping Erica up, she stood behind her friend with her hands resting on Erica's narrow shoulders. "Erica, I want you to open really wide for me, and then I am going to fuck your mouth for you. I'll do all the work, so all you have to do is hold still and don't bite. I will have the control to your 'leash' in my hand in case you do. Understand?" "Yeah.. But...," Erica said in extreme agitation. "No buts, Erica. Now open that hot, little mouth of yours," I said as I stepped forward, placed one hand on her head, and pushed the tip of my cock up to her lips. Erica leaned back against Kristen's thighs and tummy, trying to escape, but there was nowhere for her to go. I moved the head of my cock back and forth across her smooth teeth, saying, "Open up, Erica. Open wide for me, baby." The frightened young girl shook her head. I grabbed a handful of her thick, sandy hair and yanked her head back against Kris' tummy so that Erica was staring up at me. "Oww," she cried at first, then "ummppphh.. awwkk," as I took advantage of her open mouth and shoved my cock inside. "Hold her still, Kristen," I said as I pushed my hips forward, driving my cock deeper into Erica's mouth. Erica's hands began to scrabble at my thighs, trying to push me away as I pushed farther forward with my hips. I felt the head of my cock hit the back of the struggling young girl's mouth and round the corner into her tight, virgin throat. "That's it, baby," I groaned. Erica's eyes grew very wide and staring; her struggling lessened as my cock made its way down her tight throat. Placing my hands on either side of her sweet face, I gave one final shove. "Mmmmm...yeah, Erie, baby," I moaned as my balls met her chin. I held still for a minute, feeling her tight throat spasm delightfully around my shaft. When I noticed that Erica's big brown eyes were fluttering and her chest and tummy were heaving convulsively, I pulled out enough for her to catch her breath. Erica gasped in several ragged breaths through her nose. "It's all in the timing, Erica," I told the distressed teenager who was again looking up at me, my cock shaft protruding from between her tightly stretched lips and tears forming in her brown eyes. "You must breathe when I pull out and hold your breath when I go in. Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. Won't she, Kris?" "Uhh..huh," Kristen answered softly, not at all comfortable with the situation her little friend was in. "You see, Erie, honey. Before she and I got together, Kristen had never had a cock in her mouth either, and now she sucks cock with the best of them. So just relax and go with the flow." Without further delay, I pushed my hips forward once more, driving my hard shaft back down the young girl's tight throat. Again, Erica's hands grabbed onto my thighs, but she didn't have the panicked look on her pretty face as she accepted my cock into her throat. Young Erica's head bounced back on Kristen's soft tummy as I began to get up a rhythm. I leaned forward and kissed Kristen tenderly. I was in heaven as I pushed my throbbing cock deep into Erica's young throat and my tongue deep into Kristen's. 'I think I'm going to like having two teenage girls around the house,' I mused. It was only seconds later that I felt my cum begin to rise. Slowly, so as not to alarm her, I placed my hands on either side of Erica's head to hold her. As my nuts began to constrict, I gave one good hard shove, driving deep into Erica as I groaned, "I'm gonna cum in you now, baby." Erica's big, brown eyes flew open wide as she felt the head of my cock swell in her throat. She began to struggle as she tried desperately to pull back, but Kristen was right behind her, restraining her. Erica's struggles increased. She began to shake her head from side to side when the first load of cum fired from my cock directly into her esophagus. I pulled back long enough for her to choke in one ragged breath before ramming home once more. When I felt the young girl try to bite, I snatched her remote from my shirt pocket, hit her "Buzz" button, and held it. Instantly, Erica's young body began to tremble all over as the "leash" took possession of her. "Hold her up, Kris," I said excitedly as my second salvo fired into Erica. Kris held Erica under her arms as her young friend's body tried to curl into the fetal position. I continued to hold young Erica by her head as I steadily fucked my pulsing cock in and out of her spasming throat.I imagined myself to be a gas pump as I filled the young teenager full with "Hi-Test." "Check under the hood, baby?" I thought, chuckling to myself. When at last I was spent, I instructed Kristen to release her young friend. Erica slumped to the floor, causing my flaccid cock to pop from her mouth with a wet, slurping sound. Erica immediately curled around her tummy and lay there coughing and moaning softly, her narrow hips rocking in a slow, steady motion. She was somewhere else entirely. A couple of minutes later, I released her "leash" and sat down to wait for her to rally. After several minutes, Erica finally sat up, wiping the cum from her chin and glaring at Kristen and me with an icy look. "I hate you two," she said. Kris looked down, ashamed. I put my arm around my tender, blond teenager and told her not to worry. Then to Erica, I said, "Kris felt the same way when we first began her conditioning. In time, however, she has come to accept her situation here. You will do the same, Erica, I can assure you." I could feel the palpable rage radiating from young Erica as she started to get up. "Where do you think you are going, Erica?" I said coldly, returning her hard stare. "I have to go to the bathroom. Is that OK with you?" the young teenager asked sharply. "Not just yet," I said, noting her surprise. "Come over here and stand in front of me. I am going to go over the rules regarding your behavior while you are here this summer." "The rules?" Erica said in disbelief. "You expect me to follow rules?" "Yes, Erica, I do indeed, and unless you get over here in the next second, I am going to get the master remote to my little 'leash' that's buried in your sweet cunt and I'm going to give you the 'full treatment', after which, if you can still talk, you will be most cooperative. Trust me on this, Erica." I fixed her with a granite stare. "You'd better do as he says," Kristen added unbidden. "Thank you, Kris. Listen to Kris, Erie, honey and come over here," I said a little more gently. Erica slowly came and stood in front of me. "Closer," I said. She moved forward slightly until her knees touched mine. "Spread your legs a little," I told her. "What?" Erica said, giving me a nasty look. "I said spread your legs, Erica," as I leaned forward and rubbed her pussy. Erica jerked her hips back, pulling herself away from my groping hand. "Erica, I want you to move your pussy back against my hand." I locked eyes with the reluctant teenager and held my hand perfectly still. "Ohhh.. but," she whined. I continued to stare at her without making a sound. Slowly Erica moved her hips forward until once again my hand touched her. She shivered. "That's my girl," I said, smiling up at her as I gently stroked her soft pubic hair. "Now spread your legs a little so I can see how you're doing through all of this." As the young girl complied, I placed one hand behind her warm thigh just below the curve of her ass, then I slipped my finger up between her moist vulva. "Nnnnnnoo," Erica whined as she grabbed my wrist. "Let go, Erica," I said sternly. "But....." "Let go, Erica," I repeated without raising my voice. Her hand fell away, and I was free to probe her warm, moist, little pussy at will. "It feels to me like cock sucking turns you on, Erie. You're very wet down here, baby," I said softly as I wiggled my finger over her clitoral area. Erica's knees instinctively locked together on my hand. "Spread your legs, Erie. I'm not finished yet," I said to her as she moaned softly. "My first rule is this," I said as I rubbed and probed. "You are to do anything and everything I tell you to do immediately and without question. In return, I promise that I will not ever hurt you. Is that clear, Erica?" "I guess," she replied softly, looking down at my hand between her thighs. "Good. My second rule is that I expect you to be naked whenever you are here. As soon as you arrive here each day, you may shower if you wish, but then you should remain unclothed. To change the subject slightly, Erica, I want you to convince your father that you should move in with Kristen for the summer. You may explain to him that you have gotten a part-time job with the same company that Kris works for so you will be paying your own way. Kristen will fill you in on the details. I will actually be paying your rent as I pay Kristen's, and you will be spending most of your summer here in my service. Do you understand what I am telling you, Erica?" "Yeah, but.." the stunned teenager replied weakly. "But what, Erica?" "But what about my friends?" she said, her little hips moving slowly. "Your friends?" I said. "What friends, Erica? Do you mean boyfriends?" "Well, yeah, I...." she stammered. "I've been kinda going with a guy in school and I.... ohhhhh.." she moaned softly as she shivered again. "What?" I asked the distressed young girl. "Your hand," she whined softly. "I can't think straight. Do you have to do that?" she asked plaintively. "Yes, Erie, I do. I want you to get used to being touched, which leads me to rule number three. I want you always to look at me when I touch you. Kristen had a lot of trouble with this rule at first, but she is getting much better." I smiled over at young Kris who stood watching us emotionlessly. "Do you understand this rule, Erie?" She looked at me with her big, brown eyes and nodded. She was really getting wet. "Now, back to your boyfriend. Since you have told me, Erica, that you have never been touched by a man before me, I hardly want you to start now, so I will expect you to tell your boyfriend, whatever his name is, that you will be unable to see him for the rest of the summer. Tell him that you will be working long hours. Tell him whatever you want, but stop seeing him. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Erica's eyes dropped to my hand again as she nodded her pretty head in resignation. "Look at me, Erica," I said as I pushed my finger up into her tight vagina. "Uuuhhhhhh," she gasped as she tried to stand on her tiptoes. Her eyes slowly met mine. I could see a fine sheen of perspiration on her forehead as I began to slowly finger-fuck the young girl. "Yes, Erica, that feels pretty good, doesn't it, baby? Doesn't it, Erica?" She nodded, still looking at me with her marvelous brown eyes. "Well, I think that about covers the basics for now," I said as I removed my hand from between Erica's warm thighs. "I suggest you go home tonight, Erica, and start working on your father about moving in with Kristen. I want to know something by Monday afternoon. That should give you enough time." "OK, Erica," she said quietly. "I'll try." She started to back away as she looked around for her clothes. As she was leaning down to pick up her sundress from the floor, I said, "I haven't dismissed you yet, Erica." She straightened and turned toward me. "I think I should fuck you once more before you leave. Don't you think that would be nice?" I asked the startled, young teen, a wicked smile crossing my face. "No.. I, well.. but, ohhhh. Do we have to?" she whined pitifully. "Yes, baby, we do," I said, standing. I took Erica by her warm shoulders and led the trembling young girl over to the wide table in front of the big mirror on the wall. "Bend over, put your hands on the table and spread those sweet legs, Erie. I'm going to show you how good it feels to do it doggie style, honey." Erica gave me a shattered look, but turned and did as she was told. I moved up behind her and placed a hand on her warm hip. "Look into the mirror, baby, so I can see your face when I push my big cock into you." A tear ran down the young teenager's cheek as she looked up at me [and the cameras]. "Ohhhhhhhh...nnnnnnnnoooo," Erica cried softly as I first rubbed the head of my rock-hard dick up and down a few times in her wet trough, then slowly pushed inside. Her tender young thighs quivered as my cock made its way up into her tight, warm interior. Erica's little pussy trembled inside as my cock head forced aside her vaginal walls and eventually came to rest against the outer end of her "leash". "Uggghh," she grunted when I gave a little jerk with my hips, forcing her "leash" against her tender cervix. I rubbed my hand up and down her smooth, strong back as I said, "Look at me, Erie. Yeah, baby, your little pussy is so tight and wonderful." I reached around under her and pinched one of her tight nipples, causing the young girl to squeal and her pussy to grip me harder. "Ahh," I thought, "I think I'm onto something here," as I pinched her again. Once again, Erica's tight, little cunt clamped down on me. "Kristen, come here and get down on the floor between our legs." My young blond came right over and crawled between our legs without hesitation. "Kris, I want you to lick your little friend's pussy while I fuck her. Will you do that for me?" "Uh..huh," Kristen replied as Erica gave me a shocked look in the mirror. "Ohhhhh... goddddd," Erica groaned when Kristen's little tongue touched her pussy just below my protruding cock shaft. "I think you hit the spot, Kris," I said, smiling as I took Erica by her hips with both hands and slowly extracted my nine-inch fuck machine out to the tip. I heard Erica take a long, ragged breath as I pushed back inside. Her head dropped between her shoulder blades. "Look at me, Erica. I want to see how pretty you look while you're being fucked, baby." I took her by her hair and gently pulled her head back as I moved into a more rapid tempo. "Ahhhh..goddd," Erica groaned, arching her young back, thereby increasing the pressure her pussy exerted on my pistoning cock. I looked down over my pistoning shaft to see Kris' little tongue lapping away at her best friend's clitoral area. Kristen was driving her wild. Young Erica was vibrating all over as suddenly her back arched and she began her now familiar, rapid, orgasmic gasps, "Uhh..huh, uhh.."Huh, uhh... huh." I rammed my cock into her hard and waited for her sweet pussy to begin its milking routine. "Lick my asshole, Kristen," I grunted to my young blond. Erica's vaginal muscles began their rhythmic, sequential clutching at the same time as Kris touched her warm tongue to my anus. I exploded like a cum bomb. Then I pulled my pulsing cock back four or five inches and rammed young Erica again. She raised up on her tiptoes, shivering violently as I sprayed cum deep into her once virgin belly. "Lick my balls, Kris," I cried as I felt a mixture of cum and hot pussy juice run out of Erica and down my balls. "Oh yeah, baby," I moaned as Kris' little tongue went to work on my scrotum. I then gave young Erica four or five rapid thrusts before falling forward onto her sweaty, young back. I kissed her shoulders and neck as I whispered, "I'm really going to enjoy having you this summer, Erica." Erica sighed softly as she dropped to her elbows on the tabletop, her head down between her arms, my cock slowly softening within her. Later, Erica, Kristen and I took a long, leisurely shower together, after which it was time for Erica to leave. While Erica was getting ready to go, I went to my concealed room to check my equipment. While I was there, I quickly downloaded a couple of frames off the video of our afternoon delights into my PC, converted them to JPEGs and produced two high-quality prints; one of sweet young Erica taking my cock deep into her throat and another of her lovely face, shining with a look of unadulterated passion as I rode her to orgasm in front of the all-seeing mirror. I gave them to the young girl as we walked to the front door. "I thought you might like to have these, Erie, to keep as a memento of your first time," I said, smiling as I handed the 8" x 11" prints to her. Erica stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth fell open as she looked up at me in horror, then back at the pictures. "Where?... How?... I can't believe this!" she cried. "I have plenty more, I can assure you, and I will not hesitate to spread them around if you don't live up to your side of our agreement, Erica. And don't forget, you still have my 'leash' up inside that tight, little pussy of yours. Don't try to remove it either. If you do, it will set off an alarm on my control, and I will punish you." "I just can't believe this is happening!" Erica said in a shattered voice, still staring fixedly at the prints in her trembling hands. "Believe it, baby. You're mine now, Erica, for the rest of the summer at the very least. I'll expect to hear from you on Monday. In the meantime, make arrangements to move in with Kris and get rid of that boyfriend of yours. You and Kristen and I are going to be much too busy for you to have time for him." Kristen had, in the meantime, come up beside me. I held out my arm, hugging her close as she slipped next to me. She was warm and fragrant. "Do I make myself clear, Erica?" I asked the distraught, young girl. "Yeah, I guess so," she replied meekly, her head down. "Look at me when you speak, Erica," I instructed her as I placed two fingers beneath her chin and raised her sweet face. Then I leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and said, "See you on Monday, Erie." She turned nervously away, then let herself out. Erica managed to talk her father into allowing her to move in with Kristen for the summer. I continued with Erie's conditioning until she became as submissive as Kristen. It was quite enjoyable having two naked teenage girls around the house every day. I allowed the girls to take turns servicing me on most days, but on others, we would practice "group therapy". There were times that I lent Erica out to a friend. As well trained as she was, Erie was not at all happy the first couple of times I did this, but soon she complied. I had very few male friends and only one or two did I allow to fuck my "private stock". Only occasionally did I let Lynn have Kris for a day or two, otherwise I kept her to myself. I was determined that no other man should have her. I very rarely had to use the "leashes" anymore for discipline. Never with Kristen and only once or twice in the early phases of Erica's training. From time to time, I would use them for our mutual pleasure. I attached a fine lanyard to Kristen's "leash" so that it could be more easily removed. At some point in time, I planned to do the same for Erica, but not for a while. For all intents and purposes, life in my little ménage à trois moved along quite uneventfully, until one morning late in the summer, Kristen came to me with a concerned look on her pretty face. "What is it, baby?" I asked. I was seated at the kitchen table, where Erica had just served breakfast. I held out my arm to the young, naked blond, and she came and sat in my lap. Kris wiggled her little ass and snuggled against me, her natural, sweet perfume causing my head to swim as she leaned her head against my shoulder. "I missed my period," she whispered. "Oops," I said, grinning. "Well, I guess we had better check this out. What do you think?" "I guess so," Kris replied sheepishly. "How do we do that?" "Kris, baby, we're living in the age of microcomputers, liquid plumber and, best of all, home pregnancy tests. Come on in the bathroom and let's see what we've got here." Kris hopped off my lap as I stood and led her by the hand to the bathroom. I rummaged around in the cabinet below the sink and found what I was looking for. "Let's see here," I muttered to myself as I pulled the plastic device out of the box and read the instructions. "It looks to me like all you have to do is pee on the thing, and if the little blue indicator line shows up, you're preggers," I said, smiling at my young, blond teenager. "Have a seat, Kris, and let's see if this thing works." I remembered the first time I had made Kristen urinate in front of me. We had come a long way since then, I thought to myself as the young girl squatted on the throne without hesitation, her firm thighs spread wide. "I hope you have to go," I said as I looked up and smiled at her once more. "I think I can," Kris replied as she bore down, her tummy bulging slightly with her effort. When I saw the first few drops of her urine stream start, I placed the small spoon-shaped device into her flow, making sure it got thoroughly dampened. Then I placed it on the vanity and returned my hand between Kristen's sweet thighs. I cupped my hand in her stream, then gently rubbed her puffy, young pussy, gently tickling a finger between her lips to find her urethral meatus. I reveled in the feel of her warm piss as it trickled between my fingers. When Kris had finished peeing, I washed my hands and picked up the pregnancy tester. "What's it say?" Kris asked, apprehension clear in her voice. "Well, my dear young Kristen," I said. "It appears we will need to convert the guest room into a nursery." I smiled broadly at the shocked, young girl. "Oh no! What are we gonna do?" Kris cried as she stared at me with her beautiful, blue eyes. "Kristen, baby," I said. "Let's just hope it's a girl!"

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DR. WU

TRIPPIN' WITH TIFFANY

"Every time I see your face, I think of things unpure, unchaste. I want to fuck you like a dog..." The music blasted in Tiffany Daniels' red Miata convertible as she rolled down the Interstate, cruising about 15 miles per hour above the speed limit. Her long blonde hair streamed behind her in the wind. Jeez, thought Tiffany, leave it to Steph to find the nastiest, most degrading music and put it all on one mix. Stephanie was Tiffany's younger sister, a 14-year-old slut of the first magnitude, and when Tiffany had left home an hour ago for the drive to the University of Texas in Austin, Steph had handed her the cassette tape for the car stereo. "The Stephanie Mix," as the cassette was labeled, contained "Criminal" by Fiona Apple ("I've been a bad, bad girl"), "When the Whip Comes Down" and "Under My Thumb" by the Rolling Stones, "Smack My Bitch Up" by Prodigy, a couple of the nastier rap songs by 2 Live Crew and Insane Clown Posse, "In My Room" by the Bangles ("I'll do anything you want me to"), "Cruel to Be Kind" by Letters to Cleo (their cover of Nick Lowe's classic), and the song that was cranked up now, Liz Phair's dirtiest song ever, "Flower." "You act like you're 14 years old, Everything you say is so obnoxious, funny, true and mean. I want to be your blowjob queen. You're probably shy and introspective, That's not part of my objective. I just want your fresh, young jimmy..." "Fuck. That's enough," said Tiffany aloud, and she switched off Liz, ejected the cassette and popped it into her purse on the seat next to her. The tape was a compendium of twisted sexuality and perversion, with plenty of dominance and submission, although most of the songs were played on the radio. This is supposed to be a sex-free weekend, Tiffany reminded herself, and she was uncomfortably aware that listening to Liz was making her 17-year-old pussy tingle a little bit. When the invitation from Pi Kappa Upsilon (PKU), the most prestigious sorority at the University of Texas, had arrived a week ago, Tiffany had squealed with delight. PKU was the crème de la crème of sororities, one that didn't even consider girls for admission unless they had been homecoming queens, cheerleaders or the like. For every 100 girls that applied for rush in the fall, PKU allowed in 20, and their pledge hazing was so rough that about 10 of those usually were forced to quit. And now PKU had invited her and a few other select high school seniors to come over to the sorority house for a weekend to see if they were right for Pi Kappa Upsilon. There would be no hazing, the letter said, just a friendly, low-key get-together. If the coeds of PKU liked her, she would have an automatic spot in the pledge class the following year when she enrolled at the University of Texas. (Although beautiful, rich and popular, Tiffany didn't have good enough grades to go to a private college.) The school year had started at Daniels High School in Beverly, Texas (named after Tiffany and Stephanie's grandfather, Godfrey Daniels), and Tiffany was reveling in her senior year. She was captain of the cheerleader squad, rich, envied, a bit of a snobby bitch, and impossibly good-looking. Five foot seven, 115 pounds, a curvy, nubile body with large, ripe, firm tits and luscious long legs, blonde hair and blue eyes. Everyone compared her to the tennis star Anna Kournikova - maybe it was that I-dare-you-to-fuck-me-but-you-can't expression she always wore. It was a comparison Tiffany was tired of, but which secretly thrilled her. When boys told her that, she knew they just wanted to get her naked, to fuck her, all slick and juicy and... Stop, goddamn it, Tiffany ordered herself. Enough with the sex! If you're ever going to get your life back on track, you're going to have to put the past behind you and re-establish yourself as the top dog at Daniels, the Alpha Female, the Babe Who Takes No Prisoners. Tiffany's immediate past was the problem. In her junior year, she had been caught cheating on a test and had been blackmailed by two teachers and the high school principal, Mr. White, who even brought the school janitor in on the games. She had been abused, degraded and humiliated, her pussy filled with nasty ants, her clothes torn, forced to appear topless at a shopping mall and finally forced to give blowjobs to an entire visiting basketball team at the homecoming game. Then, just as she thought she was free of their game called "Toying With Tiffany," her nasty little sister set her up, betrayed her, with her 13-year-old cousin Matt and his friends, and she had spent the weekend being raped and hurt by a bunch of snotty young punks. But all that was over now. She had turned 17 in mid-summer, and when she had returned to school two weeks ago, no one had mentioned the events of last year. Thank God for short attention spans, Tiffany thought! But oh, that 17th birthday. It had been possibly the worst day of her life, and she had known some pretty lousy days in the preceding months. She couldn't help recalling that hellish day. It had been a Saturday, and Stephanie had awakened her about 10 a.m. "Come on, sis, I want to take you to the mall and get you a birthday present," Steph had said. Of course, when Stephanie said she wanted to take Tiffany to the mall, what she really meant was Tiffany would drive little Stephie. But that was OK, the beautiful teenager thought as she rose, because Stephanie had not been nearly as rough on her as Tiffany had thought she would be after the incident with her cousin and his friends. Tiffany got ready, pulling on jeans and a T-shirt, fixing her hair and makeup, downing a couple of cups of coffee as she primped. "Come on, come on, let's go," Stephanie begged. Tiffany told her she needed to use the bathroom before they left, but Stephanie ratcheted up her pleading to go now, immediately, and she told Tiffany that she could use the restroom when they got to the mall. Tiffany decided she didn't really need to go all that bad, and the two girls took off to the shopping mall. "Park over there next to Penny's," Stephanie said when they pulled into the parking lot. Tiffany figured it had something to do with her birthday, although she hoped Stephanie wasn't going to buy her something from JC Penney's. She wouldn't be caught dead in such a déclassé store, let alone wearing something from the store. Tiffany wheeled her Miata into a parking space and turned off the ignition. She felt, rather than saw, a shadow behind her, blocking the sun. When she turned and looked back, she saw a huge black Lincoln Navigator SUV, and her stomach did a flip-flop. She knew that van. It was Roger White's. Stephanie had set her up! "You fucking bitch! You set me up! On my fucking birthday!" Tiffany screamed at her younger sister, who just smiled a sweet, innocent little smirk back at her. Tiffany heard a rapping at her window, and saw Roger White standing there. With his van blocking her in, there was no escape, so she rolled down the window. "Happy birthday, Tiffany!" Mr. White exclaimed. "Stephie here tells me you're 17 today. One of my favorite songs is that old Beatles song, you know?" And he began to sing in a leering tone of voice: "Well, she was just 17, You know what I mean...." "Yup, I know what he means, Tiffany," White continued. "Stephie thought up a little present she wanted to give you for your birthday, but she needed my help to pull it off." "Go away," Tiffany said coldly. "We had a deal. I gave you Stephie to be your little sex slave, and you were gonna leave me alone. Remember?" "And I have," White replied. "But you and Stephie had a deal, that you would be HER sex slave. So Stephie, why don't you start telling your older sister what you want. Or else I can leave and start mailing out copies of that great video we made of you, Tiff. First one to dad at work, second one to mom at home, third one to grandma and grandpa..." "OK! OK! OK!" Tiffany said. She felt sick. And it didn't help that she needed to pee. "Here, this will settle your stomach," White said, and he pulled a 7-11 Big Gulp from behind his back and gave it to Tiffany. "No thanks," Tiffany said. "Take it, sis," ordered Stephanie. "Take it and drink it all down, right here, right now.""Or Grandpa will have a heart attack when he sees you giving rimjobs on that video." The sweet young cheerleader reluctantly took the drink and began sipping it. White and Stephie watched, and she drank and drank. It seemed like it would never end, but finally she finished all 40 ounces of the massive cola. "OK, let's go, sis," said Stephanie, and the three of them - Tiffany and Stephanie Daniels and Roger White - walked into the mall. The two co-conspirators stopped in front of a store called Teazers that specialized in upscale, trendy clothes for girls, the sort of place she might shop, Tiffany thought, if she was a slut. "Your birthday present is that you get to make your modeling debut," Stephie told her. "Have you ever seen those real mannequins in store windows? They hire people to stand in the front window and stand perfectly still without moving. It draws a crowd to the store. Well, Mr. White talked to the manager of Teazers and told him he had a beautiful model who would work for free on a Saturday afternoon. And guess what - you're it!" On the scale of torments that White and her sister could have come up with in a mall, Tiffany thought this wasn't that bad. "Alright," she told them, "I'll do it one two conditions. First, that's all I'm doing today at the mall. Second, I really, really have to go to the bathroom first. My bladder is about to burst!" "Tiffy sweetheart," Steph told her sweetly, "you're not making the conditions. We are. You can go to the bathroom after you're done modeling. Now let's get you dressed!" she added cheerfully. Stephanie got the clothes White had reserved, and the two sisters went into the dressing room. "Strip!" Stephanie ordered, and soon Tiffany stood meekly naked. The first thing Stephanie did was pull out a lipstick and smear it onto Tiffany's luscious lips - a bright, whorish scarlet. Then the younger girl dabbed the lipstick lightly onto Tiffany's nipples, which were starting to stand up like little pencil erasers in the cold dressing room. "Stop that!" Tiffany hissed. "If you don't shut up and follow orders exactly," Stephanie replied calmly, "I'm gonna have Mr. White go get you another Big Gulp." That was all it took for Tiffany to submit. Stephie then pulled two small dildos out of her purse, along with a jar of cold cream. She dipped one dildo in the cream and pushed it up into Tiffany's tender young pussy. It was short but wide, and Stephanie kept pushing until the end of the vibrator was flush with Tiffany's pink labia. Then Stephie pushed a button on the end, and the pink rubber invader began to vibrate inside her! Tiffany bit her lip, knowing that she couldn't protest. Stephanie repeated the process with a slightly smaller vibrator up inside Tiffany's rectum, pushing it in so that no part protruded. Once both vibrators were buzzing away merrily inside Tiffany, her sister gave her a pair of white cotton panties which she put on, followed by a very, very short white miniskirt. The blouse Stephanie gave her was white, but very sheer; as Tiffany held it to the light, she could see right through it. She knew that once it was on, her breasts would be completely visible to everyone, and the nipples, covered with bright red lipstick, would be screaming for the crowd's attention. To finish the ensemble, Stephanie gave her a pair of white stiletto heels that must have been 5 inches high. "Oh, God, Stephanie, please, I can't, I just can't," Tiffany began to babble, but her sadistic little sister cut her short by pressing one hand against Tiffany's bladder and smiling. The pressure on her bladder suddenly made her need to urinate excruciating. The cheerleader got the message. Walking through Teazers was hell for Tiffany, dressed in such a slutty outfit. Stephanie led her to the display window, and helped her climb in, then climbed in after her. All that was in the window was a large white box made of wood, a cube about two feet high. "Climb up," Stephanie ordered. Tiffany started to sit on the cube, but Stephanie began to pose her just the ways she wanted. When she was done being posed like a store mannequin, Tiffany looked out through the window. She was squatting on top of the box, facing outward. Her knees had been placed wide apart, so that her white panties were on display. The squatting position in the high heels was terribly uncomfortable. Her balance was precarious and she felt as if she would tip over if she wasn't careful. Already her legs were beginning to ache. And of course, her bladder was somewhat squished by the awkward pose, which made her desire to piss even more urgent! And all the while, the vibrators in her pussy and asshole were buzzing, buzzing, buzzing. The cold cream had started to heat up after all that contact with Tiffany's warm, moist, inner membranes, and the double-stuffing was starting to actually feel pretty sexy, Tiffany admitted to herself grudgingly. "Now here's the deal, sis," Stephanie said. "You have to hold this pose for one hour. You are not allowed to move. If you move, other than to blink, I will add five minutes to your time. If you stand up, or even try to stand up, I'll add an hour to your time. See ya." Before she left the window, Stephanie pressed Play on a small CD boom box that White had put in the window, and adjusted the volume so that it wouldn't be heard in the store or out in the mall. Tiffany heard a song she had never heard before start to play. "Relax don't do it When you want to go to it Relax don't do it When you want to come." The beautiful schoolgirl's cheeks burned with fury at her sister and humiliation at her predicament. Everyone walking by could see her firm, ripe 36C breasts jutting forth in the sheer top, and the bright red nipples that crowned them. Her legs were splayed wide, exposing her panties. The teenaged boys started gathering first. Tiffany looked out and saw three or four standing at the window staring at her. Then one left and came back quickly, accompanied by six or seven more. Soon there were about 12 teenaged boys jostling for the best view at the window. Tiffany could see them pointing at her nipples and snickering to one another. Some would squat down lower to get an even better angle up her skirt at her exposed crotch. Her legs were killing her. The squatting position was terribly uncomfortable, even for a young cheerleader with resilient, well-trained muscles. Her thighs ached, her calves burned, and even her Achilles tendons throbbed with pain. On top of that, there was the never-ending pressure in her bladder. To stop herself from peeing, Tiffany squeezed the muscles in her pussy, trying to keep her urethra closed. But when she squeezed those muscles, they clamped down on the little vibrator jammed up her twat, and that increased the tingling, sexy sensation it gave her. Soon some middle-aged men joined the boys out front. Some of the boys were adjusting the crotches, moving their erections inside their baggy, low-hanging jeans. They leered at her and made little kissing motions with their mouths. One boy left, then came back a few minutes later with one of those instant cameras they sell at drug stores. He started firing off flash pictures, leaning in close to frame Tiffany's white panties in one shot, her grimly contorted face in the next. The crowd laughed along with the young photographer. Stephanie had pushed Replay on the boom box, and the song kept repeating, over and over. "Relax don't do it When you want to come When you want to come Relax don't do it When you want to to go to it Relax don't do it When you want to come." Tiffany realized that she did want to cum. The small vibrators up her ass and cunt were driving her mad now with their incessant stimulation, and the poor 16-year-old girl felt that an orgasm would be wonderful. But of course, she couldn't allow herself to do it, because if she came, even if she could keep from moving, it would probably unleash a torrent of urine streaming out of her. As bad as this was, the humiliation would be far worse. Lost in her reverie of misery, Tiffany inadvertently started to topple to one side, and put out a hand to catch herself. Looking up, she saw that Stephanie had pushed her way to the front of the throng outside the display window and held up a sign that read "Five more minutes added." Tiffany hated her sister at that moment, at the diabolical way she had set up this most public humiliation. "God, I need to pee," she thought. "God, I want to cum. God, I hate my sister. Pee, cum, sister. Pee, cum, sister." She felt feverish, dizzy, her legs were locked in pain and she might not even be able to stand up when she was finally released. Just then the song ("Relax," by Frankie Goes to Hollywood) stopped. Thank you, Jesus, Tiffany thought. But Stephanie popped into the store window and replaced it with another CD. "Half an hour down, 35 minutes to go," she told Tiffany cheerfully. "Here's something different to listen to." The CD began, and Tiffany heard the sound of rushing water. It sounded like a waterfall. But it didn't end. It went on and on, the gushing, rushing sound of water. Tiffany realized it was one of those relaxation CDs people buy to fall asleep by, nothing but recordings of nature sounds that are supposed to be soothing. But this was the opposite of soothing. The sound of the flowing water, going on and on, made her need to pee so badly that tears came to her eyes. She wanted to clamp her knees together to keep herself from having an accident, wetting herself in front of the crowd of ugly, leering males, but she wasn't allowed to. Stephanie would just add more time if she did that, and she'd never get to a bathroom.Two black teenagers had joined the crowd and pushed to the front. They eyed Tiffany openly, wide grins on their faces. Tiffany saw them reach down to their crotches to touch themselves, but rather than doing it subtly like some of the other boys did, the two brazenly rubbed their erections through their pants. Tiffany could see the enormous bulges, and couldn't help but think of Old Joe Black, the school janitor, with his massive cock that had made her cum over and over. The minutes ticked by, slower and slower. Her back ached as well as her legs, which were now sheer agony. She thought her bladder would explode, literally, killing her and drenching the window display in her hot piss. Oh God, she prayed silently, please let this end. I can't stand it. The CD gurgled and burbled, tormenting her with the sound of free-flowing water. Finally, when the Anna Kournikova lookalike was ready to say "Fuck it" and take her chances just bolting from the display window and running through the mall, Stephanie popped in. "Time's up, sis. Nice job. You sure drew a crowd of appreciative shoppers. Would you like to stay another hour?" "No! God, no. Help me up, Stephanie. I don't know if I can stand." The 14-year-old slut helped her older sister up, and Tiffany's joints screamed as they unbent from their tortured position. She climbed out of the display window and without saying a word to Stephanie ran out of Teazers, still wearing the store's clothes, and sprinted through the mall on her high heels, looking for a restroom. People stopped and stared at the beautiful teenager, her large breasts bobbing like mad inside the transparent top, as she ran. A few minutes later, she had peed, removed the two vibrators, and changed back into her jeans and T-shirt at Teazers. It felt so good to have an empty bladder and be done with her public humiliation that she didn't even blink when Roger White told her he was horny from watching her and that he needed a blowjob once they got to his van in the parking lot. The tormented youngster took out her principal's cock and engulfed it with her moist mouth, and sucked and jacked the older man in the back seat of the Lincoln Navigator as if she were a porno star. He shot reams of hot salty spunk into the back of her throat while holding her head in his hands, and Tiffany Daniels dutifully swallowed it all down, while her little sister watched. The entire memory of that day had taken just a few moments to flash through Tiffany's mind as she drove. As awful as it had been, it was over, and behind her. She was getting away from Beverly, where there were too many people who lived to torment and abuse her, and headed for Pi Kappa Upsilon, where she could spend a weekend where no one knew her sordid past. Tiffany turned off the Interstate and followed the map they had sent her through Austin and onto the campus, and soon found herself outside the Pi Kappa Upsilon house, an incredible mansion with large white pillars on the front. Classes had only started the week before, but the house was full of girls on a Friday afternoon at 5 o'clock, a collection of the most ravishing, heart-breaking (and in some cases, ball-breaking) college coeds ever assembled under one roof. Tiffany stood in the foyer as the older girls streamed past, ignoring her. "Hello?" she said, nervously. "Hi, I'm Tiffany..." CHAPTER TWO THE ONE WITH THE TRUTH OR DARE A brunette in a tight tank top and soccer shorts strolled past, inches away from Tiffany, and didn't even turn to look at her. The schoolgirl couldn't know it, but this was the way the girls of Pi Kappa Upsilon treated virtually everyone they didn't know - as if they didn't exist. It was completely possible that Ben Affleck and Leo DiCaprio could have walked in naked and the girls of PKU would barely have sniffed. Finally an older coed came down the staircase and greeted her. "Hi, I'm Amy, I'm in charge of the seniors weekend. You must be one of our visiting high school seniors." Amy was short, a redhead, with a perfect body and the kind of tan you only got spending several hundred dollars in a salon. Tiffany knew she was in the right place: Snob Heaven. "Hi, I'm Tiffany Daniels from Beverly," she said, relieved to finally have her presence acknowledged. "What a beautiful house you have." "Thanks. We like it. Welcome to PKU. Grab your bag and follow me." She walked back up the winding staircase, and Tiffany grabbed her Gucci overnighter and purse and followed dutifully. At the top, Amy opened a door and ushered Tiffany into a room where two other girls were sitting on a twin bed. "This is Andy and this is Porsche," she said. "They're also visiting seniors like you. It's just you three here with us this weekend." "Portia like the Shakespeare character?" Tiffany asked, glad that she had paid attention in English Lit. "No, Porsche like the car. My daddy named me," said the teenager, who was every bit as beautiful as Tiffany. Amy left the three high school seniors alone, and they got down to nervous chatter. They quickly found out that all three were the uncrowned princesses of their respective high schools, but they all admitted, gratefully to one another, that being here at the most coveted sorority in all of Texas made them really, really nervous. They decided that dressing up couldn't hurt their image, and soon all three were pulling nice dresses out of their luggage. Andy wore a short sundress with a floral print, Porsche a crisp white blouse and black miniskirt, and Tiffany a black knee-length dress with a slit all the way up one side exposing her right thigh, as was the fashion of the moment. The dress fit her curvy, rounded figure very tightly, provocatively even, clinging to the mounds of her breasts and the swell of her teenaged hips, but since this was a weekend for girls only, she wasn't worried about turning on any guys and having them come on to her. Soon they were called for dinner, and after dinner was finished, Amy stood up at the long table in the dining room. "I'd like to welcome our three visitors to Pi Kappa Upsilon tonight," she began. "This is Andy, and this is Tiffany, and this is Porsche. Everyone please make these girls at home, and be as nice as you know how to be. Keep in mind these girls are all still in high school, and for all we know may still be virgins!" At this last comment, the 30 girls in the dining room burst into laughter. Tiffany blushed, as did Andy and Porsche, and all three started to look around the room but then just looked down. They weren't used to having people mock them, and didn't like it one bit, but these coeds were so much older and more experienced. "In keeping with tradition, let's break out some wine and all go into the game room for a nice round of Truth or Dare," said Amy above the clamor, and the sorority sisters all strenuously agreed. Tiffany thought that a little wine would be nice to calm her down, but she really wasn't wild about playing Truth or Dare with a bunch of college girls. That game could dangerous enough among schoolgirls, but she had a feeling this bunch might play for slightly higher stakes. The sorority girls left the dinner for the staff to clean up and gathered in the game room, a huge, high-ceilinged room full of couches, love seats and chairs. A pool table was behind one couch, and along one wall was a line of video games and pinball machines. The girls all sat on couches, and beckoned Tiffany, Andy and Porsche to sit down on three folding chairs, the least comfortable chairs in the room. It occurred to Tiffany that even though the coeds were being nice on the surface, they never missed a chance to put the high school girls in their place. "Before we begin, let me explain to our three newcomers here about the rules of Truth or Dare, even if they've played before. We play for real, not for funsies. If you say you'll take a dare, you will take that dare no matter what. I don't care if the Dare is to stand in a bucket of water and stick your finger in a light socket, you'll do it. Same with the Truth. If you say you'll tell the truth, you'll tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. "Now what happens if you don't? It's simple. If you refuse a dare, or if you are caught lying, you will be asked to leave immediately. You will be blackballed from Pi Kappa Upsilon forever. Not only will we blackball you from this house, but we will let the word get around to our sister houses here on campus that you are either a coward or a liar, that basically you don't have the right stuff to be a sorority sister. Maybe one of the Loser Houses will take you in, the ones that have a 10 p.m. curfew and all the girls have 3.5 averages. These are the ones that the guys on campus refer to as "Kennels," because the girls are all dogs. "So!" Amy took a breath after her speech. "Are you girls ready to play?" And she fixed a piercing stare on Tiffany, Andy and Porsche, as did the other girls of PKU. Tiffany wasn't sure what her two new friends were feeling, but she was terrified. They'd said there wouldn't be any hazing on this weekend, and while this didn't really qualify as hazing, it sure wasn't relaxing and friendly, either. There was an ugly, taunting tone to the evening, and Tiffany didn't like it, but what could she do? What choice did she have? If she said she didn't want to play, she knew she would instantly be branded as a weenie, a fraidy-cat, and probably blackballed. She took a sip of white wine from the glass in front of her, then another bigger sip, and then drained the large glass, for courage. She would play, and let them throw at her what they would! "I'll go first," said one of the sisters.She rose from the couch, and Tiffany saw she was an Amazon, a six-foot-tall blonde who obviously worked out. She was poured into a tight red minidress, and her bare legs seemed to go on forever. "Porsche," said the Amazon, "the girl who's named for a car." The PKU sisters all snickered. "Truth or dare." "Uh, truth," stammered Porsche nervously. Tiffany was at least glad to see she wasn't the only one who was anxious. "OK," said the tall coed. "Little Missie Porsche, please tell us about the first blow job you ever gave to a boy. In detail. Including whether you swallowed." "Oh, God," whispered Porsche. She had turned beet red, blushing from shame. Tiffany was so glad it wasn't her. "Uh, OK, uh, uh, the first blow job I ever gave ..." "Why don't you stand up at attention while you tell us all?" suggested the Amazon with a cruel smile, reveling in the high school girls' discomfort. Porsche stood. "The first blow job I ever gave was to this guy I liked when I was a freshman. His name was Tommy, and we weren't really dating or anything, but he was over at my house studying one night, and my parents weren't home, and he started giving me a back rub, and then we started making out. And before I knew it, he had his fly unzipped and he pulled out his, uh, his thing, and started begging me to kiss it. And I, like, kind of liked him, and so I did, and then he told me to put my mouth around it, and I did it, and he started moaning and going 'Oh yeah, baby, suck that cock, suck it baby,' and so I did, and pretty soon he started shooting his, uh, stuff, you know, into my mouth, and it was really gross, so I tried to get my head back but he was holding me in place. So when he was done, like cumming, you know, he let my head go and I spit all his stuff out. And he thanked me and said that was really great, and so every night he wanted to come over and study, but what he really wanted was to come over and get, you know, a blow job, and I gave him a few but I decided I was better than that and stopped, and we kind of broke up." Porsche was huffing and puffing when she finished and Tiffany thought she was going to cry. The girls of PKU broke into applause, though, loud and sustained, and Porsche's sad face instantly broke into a big grin. She had pleased them! She had done well! The game continued. One of the coeds said she would do a dare, and she was dared to take her underpants off, stuff them into her mouth, and sit like that for the rest of the evening. She obeyed, to general laughter. Another girl said she'd go for truth, and was asked if she'd ever had sex with a professor to get a better grade, and told a story that was much more coherent, and much sexier, than Porsche's. Tiffany found herself getting turned on, and also getting a little drunk as she finished off her second large glass of wine. Another dare, from one sorority sister, was to strip stark naked, go out on the front yard of the PKU House, and do jumping jacks for five minutes while yelling "Look at me! Look at me!" The victim protested a little, but then stripped off her jeans, shirt and underwear and ran out the front door. The girls all gathered at the windows and watched her, naked and jumping, her breasts bouncing and jiggling like mad, as cars slowed down in the street and honked their horns and college boys hooted at her. God, thought Tiffany, there is no way I could possibly do that. Back in the room, Amy spoke up. "Tiffany, your turn. Truth or Dare." With the image of the naked girl outside on display and all the boys yelling at her, Tiffany blurted out: "Truth!" "Very good," said Amy. "Tell us how you lost your virginity." Tiffany paused. She knew exactly how she had lost her virginity - she had been raped by her 13-year-old cousin Matthew a few months ago in his backyard while his gross little friends held her down and taunted her. That had been the first dick that had ever been inside her pussy. How could she possibly tell these strangers that she had not only been raped, but by her own cousin? She couldn't. She just couldn't. No one would know if she made up a convincing story, so Tiffany took a breath and began: "I lost my virginity to my boyfriend last year when we were juniors. He was on the football team and I'm a cheerleader, and after we won the Homecoming game we went out with some friends and we were drinking." Yeah, thought Tiffany, this is sounding good. "Then when he drove me home, my parents weren't home so I asked him to come on in, and he did, and we were a little tipsy, and before you know it, we were upstairs in my bed, and we did it." "More details, please!" said Amy. "OK, uh, it hurt a little bit but not too much," Tiffany improvised. "I was wet 'cause he'd gone down on me, and I was really horny. I was scared but I really wanted him to. And he came and I came and afterward he told me that he loved me and he'd never forget this night." Tiffany was quiet. So was the room. There was no spontaneous applause like there had been for Porsche. "BRAAAAATT!" It was Amy, making a sound like a game-show buzzer, the kind that signals when you've given a wrong answer. "Ladies of PKU, I'm afraid that our guest, Miss Tiffany Daniels, has told a lie during Truth or Dare!" The announcement was greeted with an angry buzz from the other girls. Tiffany blushed, and knew that somehow she had been caught. But she had no choice but to bluff her way through. "No, that's the truth!" she yelped, her voice high with anxiety. "Oh is it now?" retorted Amy. "Before you arrived, a letter came to this house. It was from your sister, Stephanie, and it spelled out, in great detail, your sexual adventures over the last few months. We all particularly liked the bit where the black janitor fucked you up the ass in the school cafeteria!" The room exploded with mocking, derisive laughter, as Tiffany hung her head in shame. Andy and Porsche, not wanting to be associated with her, moved away subtly. "Oh, God, no, it's not what you think," pleaded Tiffany. "I was drugged, and I was blackmailed. These men used me. I didn't want to. And then my cousin and his friends did the same, 'cause they had the video to blackmail me with. It's not my fault!" "And we might have understood," Amy fired back. "But the fact remains that you lied during Truth or Dare. AND NO PI KAPPA UPSILON EVER LIES TO HER SISTERS, YOU SNOTTY LITTLE BITCH!" Suddenly Amy was shouting at her, and Tiffany felt she was about to burst into tears. "Girls, I think it's time we sent Tiffany Lying Bitch Daniels packing back to her podunk little high school. And we'll tell every sorority on campus what happened here tonight. All in favor?" "No!" shouted Tiffany. "Please don't. Please! I'll do anything. How can I make it up to you?" The game room was silent. "Hmm," said Amy. "An interesting offer. Ladies, she says she'll do anything to get back in our good graces. I think there's a certain object that needs retrieving, and maybe our little Tiffany is just the person to retrieve it." Several coeds giggled and nudged one another. "What do you want me to do?" Tiffany asked nervously. "We want you to steal a fraternity paddle," said Amy. Tiffany noticed several college girls high-fiving each other as she said it. "It hangs in the kitchen of the Rho Alpha Tau house, which is just two blocks down the street. We have a little ongoing rivalry with the Rho Alpha Taus, or the RATs as everyone on campus calls them. And if we could get their paddle to display on our homecoming float, it would be the talk of the Greeks!" Several girls applauded. "I... I don't know," said Tiffany. "It sounds kinda dangerous. What if they catch me trying to steal their paddle?" "We'll take care of that, girlfriend," said Amy, who was becoming more chummy by the minute. "We'll create a diversion by getting all the RATs out of the RAT-house. Then you sneak in the back door, grab the paddle off the wall of the kitchen, and run back here. You'll be guaranteed a place in Pi Kappa Upsilon, and we'll even let you sit on the throne on the homecoming float. That's an honor that usually goes to a senior." Tiffany was torn. She wanted so badly to be accepted, and not to be blackballed by every sorority on campus. But the thought of sneaking into a fraternity house at night to steal their paddle terrified her. She knew if she were caught .... No, she couldn't let herself think about what would happen if she got caught. "I'll do it," she said with fake bravery. "But you have to get all the frat boys out of the house." "That will be the easiest part," said Amy, and she picked up a cordless phone. After punching in a few numbers, she said in a seductive little schoolgirl voice, "Hello, RAT house? This is Amy Clarke at Pi Kappa Upsilon. Who's this? Hi, Randy. Nice name, by the way, and kind of a coincidence, Randy. See, we were sitting around this evening and feeling kind of randy ourselves. Probably drank too many margaritas." Amy giggled, the continued. "Anyway, we were sitting here getting smashed, and some of us changed into our nighties, and we were wanting a little male company, and somebody suggested calling you RATs, but then somebody else said you guys were all a bunch of faggots." Amy paused. "What? You're not a bunch of faggots? Really? Well gee, Randy, how could we prove that? You're coming over? Yeah, sure, you guys can come over. Bring the whole house. Make it in about 10 minutes. I'll try to make sure nobody gets naked before you get here. Bye-bye, loverboy." She hung up, and the room again exploded in wild laughter. "Well, that was easy enough," Amy snickered. "OK, all the pledges, start locking the doors and putting plywood up at the windows.When those rats get here, they're gonna be sporting hard-ons like battering rams, and God forbid those scuz-buckets actually get in. Tiffany, come in with me, fast!" Without thinking, Tiffany followed Amy up the stairs, two at a time, into Amy's room. The older girl whipped out a nightgown and said, "Here, put this on!" "Why?" asked Tiffany. "Why do I have to wear a nightgown to steal a fraternity paddle?" "How about because I fucking said so!?!" Amy snarled. "You're not exactly in a position to negotiate. Now put the nightgown on or when the rat boys show up, we'll throw you out the front door naked. It'll be like throwing a pork chop into a kennel!" Trembling, confused, desperate to make things right, Tiffany stripped off her dress and put the white nightgown on, never even taking her sandals off. In her haste, she didn't even notice how thin the nightie was, how it bordered on transparent if the light was right. Her opaque bra was clearly visible underneath, as were her white cotton panties. Amy pulled her by the hand back down the stairs and out the back door of the PKU house. Together they ran through the back yards of several frat and sorority houses, till Amy stopped. "This is it, the rat house," she said. "There's the door. Wait till you hear them leave and oh! There they are!" Tiffany could hear whoops and hollers coming from the front as the fraternity boys poured out of the house, headed toward PKU. "Do it!" said Amy, and shoved Tiffany. The high school girl ran for the door, flung it open, and found herself in a dark room. She groped for a lightswitch, found one, and flicked it on. It was the kitchen. And there, on the wall, hung a long wooden paddle with the Greek letters Rho Alpha Tau burned into it. This was going to be easy, she thought. She was going to do it! Tiffany stood on tiptoe and pulled the paddle down off the nail. She tucked it under her arm and turned. "Hold it right there!" said a voice. A male voice. Tiffany whirled and saw five fraternity brothers, big, hulking young men in cut-off jeans and T-shirts, standing in the doorway. "Where do you think you're going, sweetie?" Tiffany started to run, but the boys were quicker. They leaped forward and grabbed her instantly, wrenching the paddle from her hands and pinning her arms behind her back. Tiffany struggled, but the violent shaking of her body did not dislodge the iron grip on her arms. Instead, it just made her impressive young breasts sway violently from side to side, which all the frat boys noticed. "A.J., this little cunt was stealing our paddle," said one guy. "Fuckin' A, Howie, I think she needs a lesson." "I think she needs more than a lesson, Nick. I think she needs a little kielbasa injection." "Dudes, hold it a second," said A.J. "The bros are gonna be back sooner or later. The question on the floor is: Do we want to share Little Miss Paddle-Thief with 20 other guys, or just keep her for ourselves?" "Please, just let me go," begged Tiffany. "Not an option, cutie-pie," said A.J. "But I'm negotiating in your best interest, as to whether you get gang-banged by five guys or 25 guys. So shut up and pay attention, cunt." "How do we keep her for ourselves?" asked Kevin. "Easy, dudes," said A.J. "Road trip!" 'ROAD TRIP! ROAD TRIP! ROAD TRIP!" the five rats chanted. "Brian, go fire up the rat-mobile," ordered A.J. "Kevin, go get that Mason jar on the shelf in the pledge room, you know the one I mean. It's road trip time, guys. Just the five of us and little miss... what's your name, Paddle-Thief?" "Tiffany. Tiffany Daniels. Please, my daddy is very rich and if you'll let me go now, I could get some of his money, a lot of money..." "That's enough, Tiffany. I got my whole life to make money. Tonight, I'm gonna paddle me some sweet ass till it's as raw as hamburger, and then I'm gonna fuck me some sweet pussy till it's as as raw as your ass. And then when I'm done, it'll be Nick's turn. Then Brian, then Howie, then Nick. We're goin' on a road trip, baby!" A.J. grabbed a full bottle of tequila off the kitchen table, then opened a drawer and pulled out a Ziploc bag that Tiffany knew was full of marijuana. Tiffany shuddered, terrified. She was alone, clad in only a thin nightgown, being manhandled and threatened by five strong, hormone-driven, pumped-up young men. And the night, like Tiffany, was young.Howie rolled it and lit it, then gave it to Tiffany. She wanted to throw it down and stamp it out, but she knew she was in way, way over her head with these boys, who could turn very nasty if they were crossed. She puffed away on the big joint, knocking back a few more shots of tequila. The guys were all laughing and talking loudly at this point, buzzed but not wasted. A.J. had been smart not to let them smoke the second joint: He wanted Tiffany Daniels blitzed out of her fucking mind, but he wanted his brothers to be able to function. "Can I ask a question?" Tiffany piped up. "How come you guys were still inside the RAT house instead of going over to the PKU house?" "We're on in-house probation," explained Brian. "We fucked up, and our punishment was we weren't allowed to go to the PKU house with the others. But that's OK. It worked out for the best!" And everyone laughed hysterically. Tiffany surprised herself by starting to giggle as well. The blonde schoolgirl had smoked more dope in the last 15 minutes of the road trip than she had smoked in the rest of her life put together, and she had downed considerably more tequila than she had ever had in one sitting. What she didn't know - what not even the RAT boys knew - was that the marijuana had been lightly dusted with methamphetamine. The laughter in the Cadillac increased, and A.J. had to concentrate to keep the car in his lane. Tiffany felt more relaxed than she ever had. "What the fuck," she told herself, "I've been in worse spots than this. Call it an adventure, Tiff, and don't worry about it." Her body felt warm and tingly, even though she was clothed only in the thin cotton nightgown. Her bones felt as if they were made of rubber, and she noticed she had slid her butt down in the back seat, and in doing so, the shortie nightgown had ridden well up on her thighs, almost to her crotch. "Ooops," she giggled, "excuse me, boys, I think I'm showing a little too much here." She started to pull the hem down, but felt strong warm hands on her thighs. Instead of going down toward her knees, the nightgown was being pushed up to her waist! "Hey," she slurred, "what's going on? This nightie has a mind of its own!" This caused another outburst of laughter from everyone. Tiffany's heart was pounding; not from anxiety, but from the speed and the dope. She felt so good, and if her nightie had a mind of its own, so fucking what, she thought. Mere seconds later she felt the hands on her pussy, caressing the soft blonde pubic hair that grew there. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. It felt nice, she thought, very nice. She heard the sound of a zipper, and then another. Her right hand was pulled in one direction, and her left hand was pulled in the other, and each hand encountered the same thing: a hot throbbing male erection jutting out of a zipper. A part of her brain told her this was wrong, that she was in danger, that no good could come of it, but it was no more meaningful to her than a note on the refrigerator back home from her mother. She sighed, and was glad when the male hands began to explore her pussy, pushing aside the labia. Finally, one finger found her love button, the glistening pink clitoris, and began to massage it gently. "Oohh, yeah, that's the spot," she moaned, not ever realizing she was speaking out loud. As if by magic, both of her hands seemed to be working up and down on the hard cocks on either side of her, gliding up and down the shafts. She heard the RAT boys moan and encourage her, and she felt she should encourage them, so she said again, "Oh, yeah, oh yeah, right there," as someone's finger - she didn't know whose - rubbed her clit in little circles. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and hotter and hotter. She could also feel her nipples, and they felt so big, like they were going to explode. They felt like they were pressing against the nightie, trying to push their way out into the open. The dicks she was jacking off were also getting hotter and hotter. But Tiffany was floating in a haze, almost a delirium, of drug-induced ecstasy. The responsible part of her mind having shut down, Tiffany now focused on her own clit, which felt so good. Was she doing that to herself? She wasn't sure. She felt a mouth on a nipple, and knew she wasn't doing that. Then suddenly there was a blinding flash of light and she opened her eyes. Brian was twisted around in the front seat of the Caddy, aiming a camera into the back seat. He clicked the button again, and another flash exploded. The photos would probably be copied many times by the clerks at Photo Lab: Tiffany Daniels, sexy 17-year-old high school cheerleader, in the back seat of a car, her eyes closed in ecstasy, a nightgown bunched around her waist, her legs spread and her pussy exposed. A hand was on that pussy, and Tiffany's hands were jacking off the cocks of Howie and Kevin on either side of her. "Hey! Cut it out!" Tiffany hollered. It wasn't so much the fear of having the photos in circulation, which barely occurred to the drunk and drug-addled teenager, as it was having the mood spoiled. Everything had been so dark and warm and sexy and then the light had ruined it. But the light was gone, so she closed her eyes again and began mindlessly working on the dicks. "Let's get some tunes," said A.J., and he turned on the radio and began twisting the knob to find a station. After several seconds of static and snatches of country music, a bopping beat filled the Caddy: "Well she's sexy and seventeen My little rock-roll queen Acts a little bit obscene Gotta let off a little steam Dig that sound shake it around your mind, mind, mind." In the backseat, Tiffany started bobbing her head up and down. She recognized the tune, vaguely, as being by that group that Brian Setzer used to be in before he did "Jump Jive and Wail" for the Gap TV commercial. She couldn't think of the band's name, but it didn't matter. It was like Brian was singing about her, sexy and 17. She was sure feeling sexy. The relentless diddling of her little clit was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her breathing was heavy, her heart was pounding in rhythm to the song and the radio, and the drugs and booze made her feel like she was floating, flying, sexy and 17, that was her, Tiffany Daniels, sexy and 17, she thought, her mind rolling that single idea over and over. "Aw, fuck!" she heard A.J. yell. Her mind registered it as another damn interruption. But then she realized, as did all the boys, that the car was slowing down. "What's the matter?" asked Kevin. "I think we're out of gas." "Out of fucking gas? You mean now?" wailed Howie. He was high, speeding a little, and getting a delicious hand job from a young girl. His hard-on felt like it was about to burst. He did not want to hear about being out of gas. But they were. A.J. guided the RAT-mobile to the side of the road, where it coasted and then stopped. "We passed a diner a couple hundreds yards back," A.J. said. Although feeling the effects of the intoxicants, he was the most sober and in control. "Can you guys walk? How about Miss Horny-Kova back there?" As soon as he said it, Tiffany and the two boys in back burst into giggles. The name suddenly seemed very funny. The five of them piled out of the car, taking deep breaths to try to get their heads straight. The boys, being older and more experienced, were soon relatively OK. A.J. pulled a pack of gum out of his pants pocket and gave a stick to each of the boys to mask the liquor on their breath, but didn't give one to Tiffany, who didn't look like she'd be able to walk and chew gum at the same time. Tiffany had smoked and drank a great deal more than the boys, and she was having trouble standing up. She swayed in the dark, her white cotton nightie making her look like the sexiest ghost to ever walk the earth. Her nipples bulged obscenely in the night air. "Let's get walking back to the diner and call someone for gas," A.J. said. It quickly became apparent that Tiffany was too fucked up to walk, so Howie and Kevin got on either side of her and looped her arms over their shoulders to carry her. This had the effect of hiking the nightie up to her waist again, and Tiffany was suddenly aware of the cool night air blowing against her clit. The hood over that important organ had pulled back to allow more stimulation, and now it was open to the elements. It occurred to Tiffany that she should cover up, that this was wrong, that she didn't know where she was or who these boys were. But the breeze felt good against her pussy, and she forgot these thoughts. The young men supporting her felt warm and strong, and she enjoyed the feeling of being partly carried, as if they were protecting her. The quintet arrived at the diner, which was open. There were several pick-up trucks parked out front. It occurred to A.J. that this might be a redneck hangout, and that walking in here as stoned frat boys carrying a nearly naked girl might just lead to trouble. But what choice did they have? They walked up to the door, pushed it open, and walked in. The lights hurt their eyes after walking in darkness, and Tiffany squeezed hers shut. Dammit, she thought in her fucked-up way, she kept getting used to the dark and then there was light. She'd just keep her eyes closed, she decided. CHAPTER FOUR - THE ONE WITH THE HOT DOG Conversation stopped inside the diner as the five young people stood in the entry. "May I help you?" said a waitress nearby. "We need to use your phone, ma'am," A.J. said, the soul of politeness. "We ran out of gas." "What's her problem?"She, uh, had a little too much to drink," said A.J. "We're trying to get her home safely." "I'm sexy and 17," sang Tiffany, in a trance-like voice. "I'm a little rock 'n' roll queen." "Well, you better get her home," said Denise. "Look at the way she's dressed, like some sort of little slut. The phone's in the back. I'm just getting off my shift, but if you want any food, Sam the cook is staying. Why don't you take a booth near the back?" Nick, Brian, Howie, A.J., Kevin, and Tiffany walked through the diner. There were a handful of couples, men and women, eating late-night breakfasts and drinking coffee. On the far side of the room was a pool table, and two young men with tattooed arms were shooting a game. Sam the cook, a burly man with a large gut and a stained apron, stood at the counter, his back to the kitchen, watching the five frat boys and the zonked-out beautiful girl make their way through his diner. A.J. went to the back hall where the pay phone was, and the others found an empty booth. All four of the boys wanted to sit next to Tiffany, which wasn't possible. But after some Three Stooges-style jostling, Brian and Howie won. Brian slid in first, then Tiffany, then Howie, with Kevin and Nick facing them in the booth. Denise took their orders, and they ordered five hot dogs, five Cokes, and five baskets of french fries. Soon A.J. came back and slid into the booth alongside Kevin and Nick. "I called the RAT-house," he told the others. "You aren't gonna believe this. Those fuckin' PKU girls were just raggin' our asses. The guys got there and the girls had the place all locked up and wouldn't open the door. They sat inside and yelled that they were callin' the cops. So the guys all went back to the house without gettin' any pussy. They figured out it was just a decoy to get them out of the house so they could send Miss Horny-Kova to steal the paddle. But they didn't count on us staying." "So are they coming to give us gas?" asked Kevin. "Yeah, they're kinda pissed, but they're bros. They're on their way. I didn't tell 'em about our little passenger here. I guess we'll have to take her back to the RAT-house and pass her around after all. She ain't gonna be good for much once 30 guys get done bangin' her ass." Tiffany suddenly perked up. She wasn't that fucked up. "Hey!" she said loudly. "You're talking about me! I don't want 30 guys bangin' my ass! Please, guys!" "We'll do what we can, honey," said A.J. "But you'll have to do what you can. This booth's pretty private back here. Why don't we see what we can get away with?" Brian and Howie didn't need any more prodding, and instantly unzipped and hauled their dicks out. The table mostly hid them. Each grabbed one of Tiffany's hands and moved them into position, starting the motion for another round of hand jobs. The girl picked up the rhythm and was soon jacking off the two frat boys. Brian remembered how sexy Tiffany had been in the car, and how responsive her horny young twat had been to being touched. He pushed her nightie up her thighs and began to finger her again, and Howie quickly joined him. The boys set up a powerful tag team on the girl, with Brian working on her sensitive little clitty, rolling it around under the ball of his thumb as if it were a marble in oil. Howie, meanwhile, introduced the tip of his index finger into the opening of the cheerleader's pussy, and feeling that it was already wet and starting to open, began to gently finger-fuck the girl. Tiffany, her eyes still closed, laid her head back on the bench cushion. Her drug-numbed brain was happy again. She was surrounded by darkness, and her pussy felt so good. Maybe, she told herself, if she made these boys cum they'd protect her from the others. She could make them cum, she thought. She knew how to do that. She raised the fingers of her right hand to her mouth and moistened them, then put them back on Howie's cock, right on the throbbing purple head, and began teasing the head with her wet fingertips. "Oh, fuckin' A," said Howie, louder than he meant to. Tiffany repeated the moistening with her left hand and went to work on Brian's dickhead. "I'm sexy and 17. I'm a little rock 'n' roll queen. I'm a little bit obscene," Tiffany sang softly, over and over, in a mindless but still very erotic little-girl voice. Kevin, Nick, and A.J. watched hungrily from the other side of the booth, their hard-ons raging inside their pants, wondering when it would be their turn to work over the youngster. The outburst from Howie, the singing from Tiffany, and the whole scene in general caused the couples in Sam's Diner to look back at the booth several times in disgust, then drop some cash on their tables and leave. That left Sam at the counter and the two pool players. But Tiffany and the guys were oblivious to everything around them; the hormones in the booth were so thick they were practically a mist hanging in the air. "Oh, man, I think I'm gonna shoot!" hissed Howie. Tiffany's hand slid up and down his stiff shaft, and the college student was shuddering and turning red in the face. "Hey, did you bring in the Jism Jar?" A.J. asked Nick. "Yeah, I got it here in the knapsack," said Nick. He pulled out the Mason jar that A.J. had instructed him to get back at the RAT-house. It was half-full of a milky liquid, and Nick set it on the table. "Here, Howie, get it in the jar," said A.J. He unscrewed the lid and handed the jar to Howie, who held it down below the table level. "Oh yeah, baby, jack me off, you little slut, you little Horny-Kova. You're sexy and 17, baby, and you're jackin' me off!" Nick said. Tiffany's brain was on automatic pilot, stuck in a loop of lust and drugs. As long as the fingers kept working on her, her hands automatically slid up and down the two cocks. Her pussy was now beginning to gape open, and Howie's finger made a wet, sucking sound as it slid in and out of her well-lubricated cunt. In his other hand, Howie held the Jism Jar under the table. As he felt his balls about to erupt, he angled his pelvis down and forward, aiming his cock into the open jar. Tiffany's hand did its magic work, up and down, up and down, and with a groan Howie began to cum. He shot load after load of semen out, all of it shooting into the jar, where it joined the collected sperm of the RAT-boys. When he was done, he put it on the table. The Jism Jar was a RAT-house specialty. Every year, the pledges were told that during their six-week pledge period, they were not allowed to have sex, but they were allowed to whack off. But the rule was they had to whack off into the Jism Jar, and anyone caught beating his meat and not using the jar would be expelled. Day after day, week after week, the horny boys would take the jar one by one into their bedrooms and then return it to the mantelpiece. The semen of 25 boys, of hundreds of ejaculations, filled the jar. There was more than two cups of white ejaculate in the jar, and after Howie finished, there was a little bit more. Sam the cook appeared out of nowhere with their food and Cokes and set them out on the table. He ogled Tiffany lasciviously, his eyes feasting on her erect nipples that practically poked through the thin nightie. "Your little friend is quite nice," he said to the boys. "Is she yours, or are you sharing?" "We might share," said A.J. "You interested?" "Hell, yes," said Sam. "Watch this," said A.J. He picked up one of the french fries and dunked it into the Jism Jar. It came out coated with sperm, dribbling off the end. "Here, Tiffany, I want to feed you something. Open your mouth for a french fry." Tiffany, her eyes still shut, her pussy still clenching the finger that frigged it, obediently opened her mouth, and A.J. stuck the french fry in. "Is that stuff what I think it is?" asked Sam, his mouth hanging open. "You bet," smiled A.J. "Ooh," said Tiffany, making a face. "What's on that french fry?" "That's RAT-boy, cum, baby," said Nick. He dipped a finger into the jar and leaned across the booth, and wiped a big glob of sticky semen down one cheek. The boys and Sam all laughed. "I don't like that," Tiffany said, pouting. "Remember what I said in the car, Tiffany," A.J. said sternly. "I don't want to hear you tell us no. Do you want us to protect you from those other frat boys?" "Yes," said Tiffany meekly. She was so confused. She wished she could get her brain to focus. But the tequila and the marijuana, along with the intense flood of good feelings radiating from her well-oiled pussy, had the cheerleader in a whirl. "Then you need to do as we tell you to. Now have a drink," said A.J. He picked up the Jism Jar and leaned across the table and held it to Tiffany's lips. "Open wide, honey, and take a nice swallow." "But it's sperm. It's yucky," Tiffany whined. "Do it anyway!" A.J. ordered, and Tiffany opened her mouth. A.J. tilted the jar, as Sam watched, goggle-eyed, and poured a stream of sperm into Tiffany's open mouth. She swallowed it down, but A.J. kept pouring. Tiffany kept swallowing, but the viscous semen began to dribble over her lips and down her chin, until finally A.J. withdrew the jar. "God damn," was all Sam could say. He glanced to his side and saw that Frank and Bubba, the tattooed pool players, had joined the group, and were watching Tiffany drink sperm from the jar. A.J. got up from the booth and told Howie to go feed the jukebox. He then sat down in Howie's place next to Tiffany, just as Kevin, on Tiffany's other side, announced that he was about to cum. He grabbed the jar and shot his load into it. "Can we get in on this action?" asked Bubba the pool player."No more, please, no more," begged Tiffany. She was beginning to surface through the haze and realized that more and more males were surrounding her. She knew she was dressed in a see-through nightie, and they could see all of her nubile naked body almost as if she were naked. Feelings of shame and humiliation began to course through the girl, even though her pussy was still enjoying Brian's clit-twiddling. A.J., who had taken Howie's place, slid his finger straight up Tiffany's gaping hole, causing her to gasp. "Oh, jeez!" the poor girl exclaimed. "Oh, God, that feels so good." The battle seesawed within the teenager, between the humiliation and sense of danger she felt, and the overwhelming desire to just lean back and let these men bring her to orgasm. The frat boys continued to dip french fries into the Mason jar and feed them to Tiffany. Occasionally one would take a sperm-covered fry and spread it all over her face. Trails of semen covered her face and dribbled down her chin into her bulging cleavage. "I don't know, guys, she's saying no more," said A.J. "But I'm not sure she means it. Maybe we'll give her a test. If she passes, she can call the shots. If she fails, then we take her out back and have ourselves a good old gang-bang. We've even got a fraternity paddle out in the car to give her a whuppin' she'll never forget!" "What? What?" said Tiffany. She knew they were talking about her, but wasn't sure what was going on. Brian and A.J. were continuing their assault on her twat. "We're gonna have us a test, Miss Horny-kova," explained A.J. "Or it's kind of like a bet. If you win, we'll get our gas, drive you back to the PKU house, and let you walk in with the paddle. You'll be the hero. "But if you lose, then all these guys here are gonna want to get a little piece of you, and I'm not talkin' hand jobs. I'm talkin' bend over that pool table and take it, baby. All of us, one at a time, maybe two at a time." Tiffany's head began to clear even more as she listened. The poor girl was rallying, trying to get a grip on the situation. "What's the test?" she managed to ask. "All you have to do is go five minutes without having an orgasm," A.J. said, his eyes glinting with malice. "Just five minutes. If you can do it, no one here will touch you." "Hey, that sucks!" said Bubba. "Fuck the deal. Let's fuck the girlie, too!" His friend hooted his agreement. A.J. stood up and addressed Sam, Frank and Bubba in a quiet voice. "Don't worry, guys. This little chick is speeding her ass off, and we've been fingering her pussy for about 45 minutes now. Her pussy is so wet it's practically dripping down her thighs, and her clit is as hard as a pebble. Once we stop playing around and get serious with her, she won't stand a chance. Besides, it'll be fun to watch her try not to cum." The men reluctantly agreed it would be fun to watch, and privately thought that even if Tiffany won the bet, they were still going to fuck her. "But how will we be able to tell if she's cumming?" asked Brian. "Sometimes it's hard to tell with a chick." "I got an idea for that," said Sam. "But first let's get her out here where everybody can see her." They slid the protesting girl out of the booth and stood her up, and quickly stripped her of the nightie. She stood there nude, her pubic area glistening with dew, her nipples hard as could be, and it occurred to every guy there to just do her on the spot, but they had made a deal, and it was a deal they felt they could win. "Over here, honey," said Sam, and he led Tiffany to the counter and lifted her up, so her naked ass was sitting on the cold Formica. "Put your feet up on the counter," Sam told her, and Tiffany did so, which had the effect of exposing her pussy completely. "Stop!" Tiffany said, wiggling as Sam positioned her legs. "Let me go! Leave me alone!" "Listen up, Miss Sexy and 17," said A.J. coldly. "This is your only fuckin' chance, and you better take it. These guys all want to do you right now, but if you can just hold out for five minutes without cumming, you'll go free. Now stop freaking out, calm down and think. Is it a deal?" Tiffany knew she had no choice. She was naked, surrounded by horny men, didn't know where she was, and was still battling the woozy feeling from the dope and booze. Maybe if she played the game, they really would let her go. "OK, I'll try it," she said reluctantly. "Thatta girl," said Sam. "Now here's how we're gonna tell if you really cum or not, since we can't just take your word for it. Open up, girlie." He had taken her uneaten hot dog out of the bun back at the booth, and now he slid it into her open mouth. "Now just hold that right there," Sam told her. "We're gonna check it when time is up. If you've bitten it, we'll assume you had an orgasm and couldn't control yourself. If you haven't bitten it, you win. So even if you cum, all you have to do is keep from biting the hot dog." Tiffany nodded. The men were all gathered around her, looking at her frightened face with half a hot dog sticking out of her mouth. Her lips formed an O around the meat-stick as if she were sucking a cock. Sam motioned for Frank and Bubba to move behind the counter to hold the cheerleader in place. They stood behind Tiffany and looped their arms around each leg, pulling her knees up tight to each armpit. Her labia winked open even more. Her entire cunt and asshole were completely exposed to everyone's burning eyes. She felt as if she were about to cry, but she concentrated on breathing through her nose. Howie hollered across the room from the jukebox: "Hey, there's nothin' but oldies shit on this jukebox!" "Well, play something anyway, the sexiest thing they have," A.J. hollered back. "We need something to get us in the mood." Sam took off his wristwatch and laid it on the counter. "Who's gonna do her?" he asked. "We brought her here, so we do her," said A.J. "We'll take turns. Brian, you first. Get in there and eat that pussy, bro!" The jukebox suddenly started blasting. The sound of a ringing telephone, and then the voice of the Big Bopper: "Hello baby, Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin'. Ha ha ha ha ha, oh you sweet thing. Do I what? Will I what? Oh baby you know what I like!" The old '50s song left no doubt as to what he liked; his voice was so lascivious you could practically hear him drooling over his girl. It was perfect background music for the contest. Brian sat on a counter stool and leaned his face into Tiffany's wide-open pussy. The teenager felt his mouth make contact, and she gasped. It felt too good! She wasn't going to be able to do it! She let out a little moan as Brian's tongue snaked out, between her peeled-back labia, darting deep into her well-lubricated tunnel. He fluttered his tongue there, then swiftly licked upward across the surface of her clit. Tiffany's ass left the counter for a second as she jumped! Her clit was so sensitive, so exposed, and to feel a tongue snaking up and down along it was almost unbearable. "Chantilly lace and a pretty face And a pony tail a hangin' down A wiggle in the walk And a giggle in the talk Makes the world go round!" The Bopper's voice oozed all over Tiffany. She could feel it on her skin, his horniness, his seductiveness. And Brian's tongue worked her clit, then ducked back down to her slit, penetrating her over and over. A flash exploded, and it registered, barely, they must be taking pictures of her again, like they had in the car, but she quickly blocked it out. She had to concentrate on not having an orgasm, not biting the hot dog. She felt Brian lift his head, looked down, and saw that Kevin had taken his place. He placed his lips directly over her clit and began fluttering it madly with his tongue. He placed two fingers at the opening of her pussy and began to slide them. Her lubrication betrayed the poor girl, and they went right in, feeling so much like a cock. Flash! went the camera again, capturing young Tiffany Daniels, hottest thing at Daniels High School, now just a plaything on a diner counter in rural Texas, naked and splayed and sucking a hot dog. "There ain't nothin' in the world Like a big eyed girl To makes me act so funny Make me spend my money Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose Like a girl, oh baby that's what I like!" "Two minutes!" said Sam, and Tiffany knew she wasn't going to make it. Her belly was heaving, her nipples were hard as little stones (and Frank and Bubba had been taking advantage of their position behind her and gently massaging those hard little teeny-bopper nipples with their fingertips, which only added to Tiffany's erotic overload). Her heart was pounding, more from excitement than the amphetamine. A part of her wanted to cum. If she survived the five minutes and won the bet, she'd be so horny, she'd let them fuck her anyway, she thought. "Stop it! Stop it!" she screamed to herself. All that came from her mouth was moaning. Sam had brought the Jism Jar over from the booth and was now dipping his fingers into it and spreading RAT-house semen all over Tiffany's tender, throbbing nipples. It hardly registered on the youngster what was being done to her. An act that two hours ago would have sent her screaming like a madwoman into the streets - a fat stranger rubbing sperm into her nipples - was now just part of the ongoing degradation the girl was undergoing. She had to concentrate, anyway, on not having an orgasm. Kevin pulled his fingers out of her pussy and rubbed them on Tiffany's upper lip, right under her nostrils. Since she could only breathe through her nose, she had no choice but to smell her own lubrication, her own excitement, her own pheromones.God, she was hot, horny, sexy, and 17, a little bit obscene... "Stop it!" she ordered herself. But her pussy was no longer listening. "Oh, baby, that's what I like!" leered the Bopper in his greasy voice. A.J. took over and fastened his mouth over her clit. He tongued the stiff little button wildly, and Tiffany began to shake. She was vibrating so hard that Bubba and Frank had to adjust their grip to keep her knees up under her armpits. A.J. sucked hard on the cheerleader's clit, and he could feel her trembling on the verge of an orgasm. He knew just what would tip her over the edge. He aimed his right index finger at the tightly puckered anus that pointed outward just below her pussy, then touched the fingertip to her perfect, pink little butthole and began to probe and tickle her asshole gently. Against her will, her sphincter began to open, and A.J. drove the tip of his finger in. The tormented cheerleader exploded in a massive orgasm. Her chest turned bright red, her toes curled, her fists clenched, her eyes closed, and her pussy let loose with a gush of juice right into A.J.'s mouth. She was screaming, but she didn't know if anyone could hear her or if it was just in her mind. "OH GOD! YES! YES! GOD! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Her brain was a lightning storm, and she was not the least aware that the camera was going "Flash! Flash! Flash!" The pictures would be posted and enjoyed for years to come at the RAT house. Tiffany Daniels orgasmed violently for a full 30 seconds. When she was done, she opened her eyes and looked down. A.J. was smiling at her, his entire face greasy as a glazed doughnut with her pussy juice. All of the other men in the diner were smiling also, and looking at Tiffany's lap. She looked at her lap. Half a hot dog lay there. She had bitten all the way through and hadn't even known. "Fellas, I believe we have a date with Miss Sexy and 17 over on the pool table," said Sam, and Tiffany saw the men start to unbutton their shirts. A voice rang out. A new voice, one that Tiffany had never heard. "Y'all been havin' a party and you didn't invite me? For shame!" Everyone in the diner turned to the door. There stood a large, fat sheriff, with his hand on his revolver. CHAPTER FIVE THE ONE WITH THE MEAT LOAF Sheriff Lucas Buck was a trained professional lawman, so his eyes quickly swept the diner. No one appeared armed or dangerous, and his eyes returned to the girl sitting on the counter, where they lingered. God, what an exquisitely beautiful little girl, the cop thought. Long blonde hair that was normally quite nicely styled, but now was wild and untamed. Nipples jutting out like little spikes from sweet teenaged tits. He noted that her chest above her tits was bright red - she had a sex flush, for cryin' out loud, just like a woman gets after orgasm. And that pussy, God that pussy! The sparse blonde curls had parted, and it was gaping open, the pink labia all swollen and slick. Even from across the room, Sheriff Buck could tell the girl had just had a tremendous orgasm. And what was that white gunk all over her face and body - was that sperm? What kind of slut was this chick? "Officer! Help me!" Tiffany cried out. But the words were slightly garbled because as soon as she opened her mouth, the other half of the hot dog she had bitten in half fell out onto the floor. Half a hot dog in her mouth, and she just had an orgasm, thought Lucas. This ought to be an interesting story! "Sam, what the hell is going on here?" Buck asked, his voice firm and authoritative. Everything about Buck was authoritative, in fact. In his mid 30s, he was the law in Trinity County, Texas, and if you didn't like it, you were in trouble. He stood about 6'4", weighed about 225 lbs, and nearly all of it was muscle. Sam the cook had been calculating frantically for the few seconds since Buck had unexpectedly burst into the diner just as things were really taking off with this little slut. Damn his luck! But his luck would get a whole lot worse, he figured, if he didn't weasel his way out of this. The girl knew they were about to gang-bang her, she was obviously drunk and stoned as hell, he had no idea who she was. There was only way to play it: Lie like hell and sacrifice the girl! "Sheriff Buck! Come on in!" Sam called, trying to sound glad to see his old acquaintance. "Pretty wild-ass lady we got here, huh? She bet us we couldn't make her have an orgasm, and she just lost her bet." "Is that true, ma'am?" Buck asked young Tiffany Daniels politely. "No!" Tiffany blurted. "I mean yes, sort of, but they made me.... Sir, could I put my clothes on?" She was embarrassed to still be naked in front of all these men. "Go right ahead, ma'am," Buck said. Tiffany hopped down and trotted to the booth, where she donned the only covering she had at this point - the see-through nightgown. "Is that all you were wearing when you came in?" Buck asked. "Yes, sir. They took my clothes." "These men took your clothes?" "No, the girls at the sorority house." "You're in a sorority?" "No, I was visiting." The sheriff had been walking toward Tiffany during this exchange and now stood right in front of her. The RAT-boys, Sam and Bubba and Frank, stayed where they were at the counter, although when Buck turned his attention toward Tiffany, A.J. had the presence of mind to slide the bag of reefer out of his pocket and toss it behind the counter. He put his finger to his lips, and all the RAT-boys saw it, a signal to be quiet and let A.J. do the talking. "What's your name, ma'am?" "Tiffany. Tiffany Daniels." "Have you been drinking, Miss Daniels?" Tiffany's mind whirled. Should she lie or tell the truth? "No, sir," she blurted, almost as a teenage reflex when any adult asks if you've been drinking. "Well, I can smell alcohol on your breath, Miss Daniels. So you've lied to me. And looking into your eyes, your pupils are dilated, so I'm guessing you're on drugs as well. And your answers to my other questions haven't been very helpful. Sam..." he turned to the cook. "What do you know about the girl?" "She came in a little while ago, Sheriff. She was drunk, and wearing that nightgown, and acting really weird, and started hittin' on all the guys here, and then she bet us that we couldn't make her cum, and stripped off the nightgown and hopped up on the counter. And that's when you came in." "He's lying!" Tiffany shouted. "You shut up!" Buck shouted, turning on the girl. She cowered in the face of his anger. "You've already lied to me once, why should I believe you? Sam, has anyone here broken any laws that you're aware of?" "I smelled marijuana on the girl when she came in, but that's about it," said Sam. "Mr. Sheriff, sir, help me, please," the cheerleader pleaded. "They kidnapped me, they were gonna rape me, they're horrible, none of this is my fault." "I told you to shut up," Buck said. "Sam, did anybody rape this girl?" "No, sir. I'll take a lie detector on that." "You don't have to, Sam. I've known you for 15 years. I've known this here girl for about five minutes, and she's already lied to me. You boys all behave yourselves. Miss Daniels, you come with me." "What?" Tiffany screeched. This was an outrage! She had been kidnapped, fondled, molested, mocked, humiliated, and nearly gang-raped, and the cop was letting her tormentors off the hook? "You can't do this! You can't! You can't!" She was nearly hysterical, and her buxom breasts heaved under the nightgown. Sheriff Buck was uncomfortably aware that he was getting an erection watching the teenager. "That's enough!" the cop barked. "You're not under arrest, yet. I'm taking you back to my office to hear your story and get to the bottom of this. But if you give me any back-talk, any grief at all, you'll be under arrest for public intoxication and public indecency and spend the weekend in my jail. And I don't think you'll like my jail." He grinned at her, and the thought of Tiffany Daniels spending the weekend in his jail made the lawman's dick throb a little. Like most men in the presence of Tiffany, of her innocent yet overwhelming sexiness, of her perfectly buffed and flawless 17-year-old body, and of her penchant for getting into situations where she was helpless - like all men who encountered her thus, Lucas Buck was thinking less and less like a decent human being and more and more like a horny pervert. Tiffany saw the change in him, saw the lust in his dark eyes. But she had no choice. Even if she could run, where would she run? She would go with the lawman, tell him the whole story, throw herself on his mercy and hope for the best. Anything would be better than her future inside this diner with six men. A.J. and his buddies saw their prized captive slipping away, but there was nothing they could do. They hadn't had nearly as much fun as they had intended with her, but it had been better than hanging around the Rho Alpha Tau house on a Friday night, and they had the photos to show to their buddies as evidence of their incredible story. And it could have been worse - Buck could have arrested them. Buck led Tiffany out to his squad car and drove her to Trinity, the small town that was the county seat of Trinity County. He was saving his questions for his office, and as he drove, a brief snatch of an old song popped into his head, a song he hadn't thought about in years. He sang softly to himself in the front, while Tiffany rode in the back, pale and frightened. "You got to do what you can/ And let Mother Nature do the rest/ Ain't no doubt about it we were doubly blessed/ Cause we were barely 17 and we were barely dressed." Buck was no longer 17, but God he felt like it tonight.He hadn't been this horny in years, and he looked at his prisoner in the rearview mirror. She might be about 17, he thought. The lights on his dashboard glowed, and suddenly he thought of the name of the song: "Paradise By the Dashboard Light," by Meat Loaf. An old Texas boy, if memory served. Buck chuckled. He led Tiffany by the arm into the large one-room building that served as the Sheriff's Department. Inside, Tiffany was horrified by what she saw. It was all open, and the back wall was a jail cell. A jail cell full of men. And not just any men. Mexicans. As a privileged, rich white girl in Texas, Tiffany had an almost inborn dislike of Mexicans. She thought they were dirty and oversexed, even though she had never actually known one. Her prejudices had been reinforced two years ago when she was 15, and her father had hired Manuel, an illegal immigrant, to be the Daniels' pool and yard boy. Manuel was in his early 30s and he smelled strange, Tiffany thought, like refried beans. He always wore the same thin slacks and thin shirt to work every day, and his English was limited, but he was a hard worker. Tiffany and her sister Stephanie jokingly called him "Manuel Labor" in private. At 15, Tiffany was just coming into her body. Her breasts had begun to grow, but were not yet the awesomely perfect pair that had every boy in her high school salivating and wet-dreaming. But being the little princess that she was, she loved spending the summer working on her tan beside the family pool in the back yard. And Manuel, she soon discovered, liked her sunbathing as well. At first she was just aware of him looking. She'd come out about 2 p.m., wearing one of her string bikinis. Sometimes the bright yellow one, sometimes the polka-dot one. She laid on the lounge and languidly smeared suntan oil into her golden legs, over her stomach, down her arms and across the tops of her budding breasts. Manuel would start trimming a nearby hedge and sneaking peeks. As she relaxed and closed her eyes, she could hear him, and his work would bring him closer to her oiled and glistening nubile teen body, all sprawled out. Sometimes she'd peek through her closed eyes, and he'd be testing the pool chemicals a few feet away, his eyes riveted on the small piece of cotton bikini bottom that covered her pussy. She was not aware of how the puffiness of her mons pushed out the swimsuit and formed "cameltoes" in a sweet little divide of pussy lips. But Manuel was aware, and he'd adjust the bulge in his pants. The young Tiffany hated his spying game, but somehow felt herself a little turned on by it as well. She wanted to tease Manuel, to expose herself a little more, but he was so dirty and nasty that she wouldn't let herself. Sometimes after two hours of lying in the hot sun, her body would be glistening with perspiration, but the wet spot between her legs would be just a little but more damp than the rest of her. She'd jump in the cold water of the swimming pool to cool off, and when she came out, her lovely nipples would be hard from the cold water, poking through the thin material of her bikini top. Manuel would sometimes meet her eye and smile, and she would feel a strange shudder course through her. Finally, Manuel went too far. Tiffany was sunning herself one day, lying on her stomach with her bikini top untied and draped to the sides, to get an even tan on her back. Manuel was watering flowers nearby. Suddenly Tiffany's body exploded with a shock of icy cold, and without even knowing what she was doing, she jumped up from the lounge. Manuel had turned the hose on her. And without thinking, she had jumped up, and now she stood there, her two young breasts completely exposed to his hot gaze. She quickly crossed her arms to cover them, but it was too late. Manuel had seen her half-naked, and she knew it. "I am sorry, Miss Tiffany," he said in heavily accented English. "Was accident." He smiled and shrugged. Tiffany grabbed her top and stalked into the house, and told her father about what happened that night at dinner. Manuel never came back. And now, two years later, Tiffany saw that six pairs of Mexican eyes were riveted on her. Six Mexican prisoners were in Lucas Buck's jail cell, and the moment they saw the nubile beauty come in, clad only in a nearly transparent nightgown, they started hooting and hollering. They all rushed to the bars, shouting in Spanish. Their eyes bulged with lust, and that wasn't all that was bulging. Some made obscene smacking noises at her with their mouths, one was miming unzipping his fly and hauling out his cock, and one actually called to her in English: "Hey, baby, lookin' good. Come here and gimme a kiss." A wave of revulsion pulsed through Tiffany, and she realized the Mexican prisoners could see her breasts and nipples through the thin material, as well as her pubic patch. Thank God, she thought, that they were in there and she was out here. "Shut up, assholes!" Buck yelled. When they didn't, he stepped toward the bars and pulled out his nightstick. That quieted the horny men. Buck went to a corner and pulled out a tripod and a video camera, which he set up in the middle of the room. "I'm going to videotape this interrogation, which is for your protection and mine," he explained to Tiffany. "Please, sir, can't we do this somewhere else?" Tiffany begged. The Mexicans were all still leering at her near-nudity. "There is nowhere else," Buck stated. "This is my whole office right here," he said with a sweep of his arm, taking in the desk and two chairs, a small closet, and a door labeled "Restrooms." "But all those men are looking at me," Tiffany said. "And that falls into the category of not my fucking problem, Miss Daniels," Buck said harshly. Jesus, he thought, my cock is gonna burst out the front of my pants if I don't find a way to stick it into this sweet little girl. But he continued, the consummate professional. "I'm not the one who was drunk and naked in a diner tonight. And I'm not the one out on the town in a nightgown. If you had worn decent clothes instead of dressing like a slut, you wouldn't be embarrassed now, would you?" Tiffany shook her head, and tried to block out the lustful stares coming from the long cell. "Now the purpose of this video is to protect me against lawsuits by you. I'll be able to prove that I did not molest you, for example, during our interrogation. Also, it will be a kind of permanent record that I can check your story against. So every single word you speak had better be the truth, or I will file additional charges against you. There's still a chance you can get out of this by cooperating with me and telling the truth." Tiffany's heart leaped at his words. A chance she could get out of this! Yes, a chance, she would take it! She would do anything! "So I'm going to ask you questions, and you'll answer truthfully. And if you tell me a lie, then the question and answer session will be terminated immediately and you will be placed under arrest for public intoxication and public indecency and anything else I can think of. And when I arrest you, do you know where you will spend the night?" Tiffany had an awful feeling, but it couldn't possibly be true. "Right in there with Juan and the boys," Buck said. He knew it was his trump card, and he saw her flinch, and knew he'd won. "God, no, please, no, anything but that, you can't lock me in there with them," Tiffany yammered. "So we understand each other," the cop said. He checked there was a video in the camera, and pushed the Record button. "This is Lucas Buck," he began, his voice steady and even, as if testifying before a courtroom, "and the accused has given her name as Tiffany Daniels. She has been brought in on suspicion of underage drinking and public indecency. In addition, I have adequate cause to believe she may have been smoking marijuana. In accordance with local statutes, any accused who is believed to be on drugs will submit to a strip search and body cavity search. Miss Daniels, would you please remove your gown?" "Oh my God," Tiffany screeched, "you're gonna search me in front of those men, while they watch?" "Miss Daniels, I have warned you about the consequences of not cooperating with my investigation. The statutes must be followed, and I must conduct a body cavity search. Will you cooperate or not?" He stared at her. "I'll cooperate," Tiffany said in a tiny squeak that could barely be heard. She pulled the nightgown over her head and stood naked in the room. The Mexicans began cheering and high-fiving one another. "Please stand next to the chair, bend over, and spread your legs apart as far as you can," Buck said. "Place your forehead on the seat of the chair." The terrified girl did as she was told, but couldn't help from trembling as she did so. Her forehead touched the seat of the chair, she she grasped the arms with her hands to maintain her balance. She inched her feet apart slightly. Buck came up behind her. "In order to do a body cavity search, you must spread your legs farther." Her legs parted a few inches more. Buck, exasperated, squatted down, put a hand roughly on each ankle, and pulled them far apart. Her legs were now spread wide in a tremendous inverted V, and her naked ass was on display, to Buck, to the laughing and pointing prisoners, and to the lens of the video camera. She could feel her tight little bunghole flutter nervously. The sheriff seemed to be taking forever, she thought, as she held the uncomfortable position. Then she felt his finger touch the opening of her pussy. It was time for Tiffany's body cavity search to begin.CHAPTER SIX THE ONE WITH THE CHARMIN Tiffany Daniels' knees shook slightly, both from the position she had been forced to assume and from the fear and humiliation she was feeling. In all the horrible abuses that had been visited upon the hapless teenager, she had never felt more horribly vulnerable than she was feeling at the moment. Her nudity was bad enough, but to have her legs spread so wide, her poor little asshole and pussy so exposed, was shameful beyond belief. Sheriff Buck slid his index finger into the cheerleader's tight, moist little pussy. His erection was pounding in his pants like a caged gorilla. The girl gasped, and he could feel her clamp down on his finger with her vaginal muscles, whether out of lust or panic was unclear. He pushed his finger forward slowly, wiggling it slightly, which made Tiffany suck her breath in loudly. "Let the video record show that when she was brought in, the prisoner's vagina was already lubricated and showed signs of sexual arousal," Buck said dispassionately. "Miss Daniels, have you had sexual intercourse this evening?" "No," Tiffany mumbled from her awkward position. The lawman pushed his finger in as far as it would go, until the tip of it was pressing against the girl's cervix. She made a little moan. Buck could tell that despite her fear, she was still sexually stimulated from whatever had happened back there at the diner. He glanced at the video camera and calculated the angle, and knew he was safe to have a bit of fun at her expense. With his finger still buried all the way in her snug little cunt, he reached down with his other fingers and found the bud of her clitoris. Using several fingers at once, he began to massage the young girl's love button. "Ohhhhh!" Tiffany moaned, and without thinking, she began to rotate her hips slightly. She could feel the moisture seeping out of her pussy, and that shamed her even more. "Miss Daniels is responding sexually and inappropriately to a drug search," Buck noted. "Miss Daniels, this is serious business. Please stop moaning as if you're about to have an orgasm." Inside the jail cell, the Mexican who could speak English translated what Buck had said into Spanish for his cellmates. They all burst out laughing. Tiffany was vaguely aware of what was going on, and her face burned with the humiliation of her plight. Buck rubbed Tiffany's clitoris a little more, then decided he had to stop so it would look realistic on the tape. He withdrew his hand, reluctantly, from his prisoner's well-lubed little pussy. The gaping orifice winked at him, and he knew that despite the shame she was feeling, she wanted him to keep working on her clit. "I will now perform the required anal drug search on the prisoner, Miss Tiffany Daniels," he announced to the video camera. Tiffany knew what was coming, and clenched her sphincter muscles tightly. The cop was going to stick his finger up her bottom, she thought, while those horrible nasty Mexicans all watched! God, she could just die! Buck placed the tip of his finger at the tight opening of Tiffany Daniel's little pink asshole. He paused, and Tiffany thought she was going to go out of her mind waiting for him to get it over with. The whole thing was bad enough, but it was taking so long, and the Mexicans were making nasty noises, and the blood was rushing to her head from the face-down position she was being forced to hold. "It's standard procedure to lubricate a finger before an anal drug search," Buck said, as he pulled a tube of KY Jelly from a desk drawer. Tiffany could hear, but couldn't see because of her position, the sheriff unscrew the lid, squeeze out jelly and smear it all over his finger. Then it appeared again at her scrunched-up anal opening and pushed forward. "Miss Daniels, this is necessary. It will hurt less if you relax your muscles. The choice is yours. You could have illegal drug contraband inserted in your rectum." "But I don't! I don't!" Tiffany wailed in anguish. She could hear the English-speaking prisoner translate for the others, then another wave of laughter. They were laughing at her, she knew! It made her furious! A bunch of dirty greasy Mexicans, probably illegals, were watching her being searched like this and laughing at her, and there was nothing she could do. She wished she could tell her daddy and have him make it all better, but she was alone in a strange town, and had no choice but to get this ordeal over with and somehow get back home. She had to keep cooperating, or she'd be arrested and locked up with the Mexicans. Tiffany forced herself to relax her rectum, and the cop's big greasy digit slid forward easily. Her rear passage was much much tighter and hotter than her pussy, Buck thought. He was so horny that he wouldn't last 10 seconds if he were to slide his hard-on up the little girl's butthole. The thought made him bite his lip. He had to maintain control of the situation. Sheriff Buck Lucas of Trinity County Texas searched 17-year-old Tiffany Daniels' rectum for hidden drugs. He searched it as thoroughly and as diligently as any customs official would search the most obvious drug courier coming in from Colombia. He knew she didn't have any drugs, but also knew that the more he prolonged this humiliating experience for the cowering adolescent girl, the firmer his control would be for the rest of the evening. And he was beginning to plan the rest of the evening with great relish. He pushed his finger all the way until the palm of his hand was resting flush against Tiffany's warm, pink butt cheek. He let it linger there, then wiggled it up, the down. Tiffany gasped again, and involuntarily tried to squeeze the intruding finger out. She only succeeded in making Buck think what that same muscular response would feel like on his massive cock rammed all the way up into the cheerleader's intestine. Finally, reluctantly, Lucas Buck withdrew his finger and wiped it on a Kleenex. "No drugs were found during the mandatory search," he announced to the video camera. "You may put your clothes on, Miss Daniels, and take a seat facing the camera." She did so, gladly, as Buck went to the camera and looked into the viewfinder to make sure the picture was framed properly, i.e. that her beautiful breasts could be seen clearly in the picture. "Now Miss Daniels, how old are you?" "17." "And were you consuming alcohol tonight?" "Yes, but I can explain." "Later. And did you consume any illegal drugs?" "I smoked some marijuana, but I can explain that too. They forced me, those boys ..." "OK, Miss Daniels. Now I want you to start at the beginning and tell me what happened this evening. The truth." And so Tiffany told the whole story of her trip. Every word was the truth, but Buck could hardly believe all the poor girl had endured. She was lucky she hadn't been fucked repeatedly in every orifice a dozen times the way her night had gone! Finally, she finished. "Very good. But I still don't understand. How did the girls at the sorority know you were lying?" Tiffany took a deep breath. The truth, she thought, I have to tell the truth. The truth will set me free. And so she told the whole sordid saga, about her teachers and how she had been blackmailed into unspeakable acts of depravity, and the role her sister Stephanie had played. "I find this all very hard to believe, Miss Daniels," the sheriff said. "But it's true, really! You can call the PKU house and check out my story." "I'll do just that," Buck said. He got directory assistance for Austin, and soon was speaking to someone at the PKU house, where Tiffany had been safe and sound only a few hours earlier. He identified himself, and said that he had Tiffany in his office. "I see," he said. "Uh-huh. OK, thank you very much." He hung up. "The young lady I spoke to said that you are a lying slut. Those were her exact words. She said I shouldn't believe anything you say. You see what kind of predicament that leaves me in, don't you?" "But it's true!" Tiffany cried. "I swear! I swear! How could I make up a story like that?" She started to cry. "Tears will not help you, Miss Daniels. I've seen too many perpetrators over the years express all kinds of tearful remorse. Let me consider the situation." Buck reached over and switched off the video camera. Tiffany waited. "OK," Buck finally said. "Here's the deal. The camera is off. This is just between you and me. Let's forget about the law and deal with this as a man and a woman. Here's my offer, take it or leave it. You do me a favor, and I do you a favor." "What favor do you want?" Tiffany asked nervously, knowing with an anxious churn in her stomach where this was headed. "You get me off, and I get you off. Simple as that. Suck my dick, and I'll let you go. I'll even drive you back to Austin. Or, if you refuse, you can spend the night with my amigos in there." "But don't I get a phone call or something?" "You just got a phone call, to the sorority house. You want to get all ACLU on me, or you want to play ball?" As he talked, the cop was unbuckling and taking off his heavy gun belt. It fell to the floor, and he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Tiffany could see the huge outline of his cock pressing against his jockeys, and swallowed hard. It was inevitable. "OK," she said quietly, her mouth dry. She got down on her knees in front of the cop, and when he pulled the jockeys down to his knees, she leaned forward and took the head of his massive prick in her sweet teenaged mouth. "Oh yeah, baby, suck that thing," Buck moaned. "I want a really good blowjob, the best I've ever had. You're in no position to piss me off.Tiffany knew he was right, that her future depended entirely on giving this creep a great blowjob. She sucked on the large purplish knob of the cop's dick. She started to take more of the member into her mouth, but Buck was impatient and started pushing on the back of her head while thrusting his crotch forward. Several inches slipped over her tongue, then several more. Her mouth was full of the lawman's massive manhood, so big and swollen that it made it difficult for her to breathe. "Suck that dick! Suck that dick!" Buck said, and the Mexicans who were watching started chanting along with him. "Suck that dick! Suck that dick!" the Mexicans yelled in unison, some of them not even sure exactly what they were saying, but enjoying the spectacle immensely. Two of the Mexicans, seeing the sheriff so pre-occupied, pulled their own dicks out and started stroking them. The sheriff plunged his dick into the sucking cheerleader's mouth. God, what a mouth, he thought. Maybe I'll have her suck for a while and then pull out and fuck her properly. "Use your tongue," he ordered, and felt her tongue begin to swipe and swirl around the head. Her tongue then started working up and down the underside of his shaft, tickling the extremely sensitive spot right under the head, the glans. Buck moaned loudly. "Suck that dick! Suck that dick!" chanted the Mexican prisoners. "Suck that dick! Suck that dick!" Tears trickled down Tiffany's cheeks as the sheriff crudely fucked her mouth, but she made no sounds of crying. She made no sounds at all, in fact, just wet slurping noises as the suction broke and then was re-sealed, again and again, between her mouth and the pistoning hard-on. She kept using her tongue, hoping to make him cum quickly, to get this over with. He smelled strong, musky, man-like. Not a bad smell, just a pungent one that filled her nostrils. And something else was happening. She was dimly aware that her pussy was oozing more lubrication. She couldn't help it, didn't want it, it was some sort of automatic response that her glands were sending out. But whatever it was, the fact that she was getting wet from being forced to give a blowjob while being cheered on by Mexicans was the most humiliating thing yet. Even her own body was betraying her! "Yeah, baby, take it all down your throat," Buck said, pressing even more of his shaft in. Tiffany started to gag as the cock pierced the back of her throat, but made herself stop. She had to make him cum, and it had to be good. She deep-throated the big burly cop as if her life depended on it, which in a way it did. Buck was about to pull out and throw his little suck-toy over the desk and fuck her, when he felt his scrotum begin to tighten. Damn, he thought, he was too close to cumming now. He'd just cum down her throat and maybe on the way back to Austin he could give her round two. "I'm gonna cum now, baby," he said, his fingers squeezing her head. "Don't take your mouth off for anything. And swallow every drop as if it was precious. Now suck it hard, bitch! Suck it!" "Suck that dick! Suck that dick!" chanted the Mexicans. Tiffany Daniels felt the dick in her mouth begin to swell. She knew he was close to orgasm now. She reached out her hand, she wasn't even sure why, and took ahold of his balls where they hung inside his scrotum. She wrapped the balls in her fingers and began to squeeze them lightly. Buck's cock was now pounding into her mouth, the head was swelling and swelling until it felt like it was the size of a tennis ball. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" yelled the sheriff. And suddenly the member in Tiffany's mouth exploded. Stream after stream of hot semen came gushing out of the tip, which was lodged in Tiffany's throat. She began swallowing frantically, obeying his command not to spill a drop, and the swallowing action of her throat muscles milked the cop's schlong as if she were giving him a handjob along with a blowjob. His fingers dug in painfully, as his sperm poured down the beautiful girl's throat, directly into her stomach. "Suck that dick!" chanted the Mexicans. All of them now had their cocks out and were jacking off at the sight of this nubile blonde goddess, down on her knees, sucking off the man who had arrested them. Buck's orgasm subsided. "Now clean me off with your tongue," he ordered, and Tiffany dutifully wiped her tongue over and over the cock, lapping up the sperm that she hadn't swallowed, as well as her own spit. Reluctantly he pulled out of the sweetest mouth he had ever known. "Nice job," was all he said. Tiffany said nothing. She could taste the sperm in her mouth. Her teeth felt gritty from it. Then both Buck and Tiffany heard a high-pitched yell, and both turned. One of the Mexicans was ejaculating through the prison bars, spurting a high arc of semen up into the air, where it fell onto the floor outside the cell with a muddy splat. Then another began to cum, then another, and soon all of the Mexicans were shooting sperm out onto the floor. The white goo splattered here and there, covering the tile floor. All of them were looking right at Tiffany while they shot off. The lawman noticed the mess on the floor as well. "Aw, shit," he said. "You fuckin' illegal douchebags. You got cum all over my office floor!" The prisoners looked at him sheepishly, understanding what he meant if not the exact words. "Well, somebody's gonna have to clean this slime up, and it ain't gonna be me, and I ain't about to let those sons-of-whores out of their jail cell. So I guess it's gonna have to be you, baby. If you had been dressed properly instead of in that Victoria's Secret thingie this never would have happened." Tiffany couldn't believe what she was hearing. He was blaming her for the Mexicans all masturbating and shooting onto the floor, and now wanted her to clean it up? No way, Jose! Buck ducked into the restroom and came out holding a roll of toilet paper. "Here you go, kid. The sooner you get that jizz all cleaned up, the sooner I drive you back to Austin." "But it's not my fault!" Tiffany whined. "I didn't do anything wrong! It's their fault! Make them clean up their own mess!" "Yeah, right," chuckled Buck. "Like I'm gonna open that cell door and let those guys out. No fuckin' way, kiddo. Now if you want a ride back to Austin, get cleaning. Otherwise, you're spending the night here. And if you spend the night here, you know where it's gonna be." He looked at the Mexicans. Tiffany sighed. Once again, she had no choice. She took the roll of toilet paper and got down on her hands and knees in front of the bars and began wiping up the big globs of cum. She didn't want to face the Mexicans, because if she did the loose top of her nightgown would pull out far enough that the men could look straight down and see her naked breasts. If she kept her back to the men, the hem of the nightie just barely covered the cheeks of her sweet ass, and she felt as protected as she was going to, given the horrible situation. She couldn't believe how much cum there was on the floor. She'd rip off a big piece of toilet paper and it would absorb all the semen it could, and still there seemed to be more and more. The men were all watching the backs of her naked thighs, and she felt something blowing back there. They were blowing at her, trying to generate enough wind to lift the nightie and expose her ass. Fuckin' perverts! thought Tiffany. "Hang on, I hear a car outside," Buck said. "I'm not expecting anybody, so I'm gonna go check it out. You keep wiping and stay far away that they can't reach you." Tiffany had already thought of this, and was out of reach of the horrible men. Buck left the office, and the young cheerleader continued her degrading chore of wiping up spilled sperm. She couldn't see the prisoners, but could hear them giggling at her plight. Suddenly, she felt a gush of something warm and wet, a stream of it, hitting her on the hips as she was bent over. In a flash she knew what it was. Pissing! The Mexican prisoners were pissing on her! She tried to scramble up, but her knees were planted in slippery cum and she couldn't get her balance. Several streams of hot urine were now striking her on the ass, on the backs of her thighs and on her back. She scuttled on all fours, trying to get out of the way of the nasty pee that was soaking her nightgown. Suddenly, her knees slid on a slimy patch of jism, and she lost her balance. She fell forward, and her face hit the floor, on its side, so that one cheek was pressed against the cold floor and the icky substance that covered it. When her head went down, her ass went up in the air, and the jerking motion flipped the nightgown up so that her perfect bottom was completely exposed to the laughing, urinating Mexicans. Instantly, poor Tiffany felt it. One of the men had directed a stream of his piss right at her tight, puckered asshole, and was drilling her there with perfect aim. Guys being guys, the others instantly shifted their pricks so that all of them were peeing right at her rectum. It was like getting hit with half a dozen squirt guns, only these guns weren't filled with water. Panicky, grossed out, disgusted, Tiffany lifted her head and scooted away. Urine was streaming down her body, and her little nightie was soaked with the foul-smelling stuff. The was sperm on her face, on her hands, and on her knees. "Hey, Tiffany, look who's here. The cavalry came to your rescue!" It was Sheriff Buck's booming voice, and Tiffany looked up to see the cop and four girls from the Pi Kappa Upsilon house coming in the door. The girls and Buck stared at the sight in front of them: Tiffany Daniels, down on her hands and knees in puddles of sperm.And behind her, six Mexicans all pressed as close to the bars as they could get, their soft cocks jutting through the bars, and six streams of stinking yellow piss all jetting out and still soaking the poor girl. She was the very picture of an abused, degraded young woman. "Ooh, gross," said one of the PKU girls. "That is so disgusting," said another. Amy, the sister who had started Tiffany down this road to degradation, stepped forward. "I guess the little bitch got what she deserved for lying during Truth or Dare," she said with an evil smile. Tiffany managed to scramble to her feet as the sheriff and the sorority girls all gaped at her horrible predicament. "Oh Jesus!" she wailed. "Those horrible men were, were, were peeing on me! Arrest them!" Buck laughed heartily. "They're already under arrest, sweetheart. Immigration's coming in the morning and taking them all back to Mexico. What am I supposed to do, tell Immigration to let 'em stay here in my jail taking up space 'cause they peed all over some girl?" The Mexicans were laughing and stuffing their drained cocks back into their trousers. Tiffany stood in the middle of the jail/office, sperm and urine dripping from her body. Her nightie was completely soaked and clinging to every curve, and was not completely transparent. Her fear and anger had caused her nipples involuntarily to pop out, and they pushed out darkly against the white. Her trim blonde bush and even her pussy lips were clearly visible now that the nightie was see-through. "Oh God, God, just get me out of here," she cried. She looked piteously at the girls, who stared coldly back at her. "Well, the idea was to come here to rescue you," said Amy. "The RAT-boys came back from the diner and stopped by the house to thank us for sending you over, and they told us all about your little adventure." The girls all chortled. "By the way, and just to let you know, you're not the first sweet young thing they've manipulated into drinking from that Jism Jar. Anyway, they told us about what happened and the sheriff hauling you off, and we decided enough was enough and we better come bail your sorry ass out of trouble. "But you told the sheriff I was a lying slut!" "I didn't tell him that," Amy said, "although face it. It's true. Must have been some other girl who answered the phone after we left. Everyone in the house knows you're a lying slut, after all. Anyway, we'll take you back now, but you'll have to ride in the trunk. No way you're gettin' in our car smellin' like that, you piss-soaked little whore-dog!" Tiffany hung her head in shame. How could she argue with them? Here she was covered in urine and semen. She'd been sent out to get a fraternity paddle and hadn't even managed to do that. And when the trip started, all she had wanted to do was impress the girls of PKU so she could pledge there! "What's with the video camera?" one of the PKUs asked Buck. "Oh, that's nothing," Buck lied. "Were you taping her?" the girl fired back. "Everything was done legally and according to statute," Buck said stiffly. "Now y'all just take this little girl and get on." "Let's have the tape out of the camera, first," the girl said, standing up to the enormous cop. Buck was used to being the authority figure, but he could tell from looking at these girls that they were used to getting their own way. Even though they were dressed in shorts, T-shirts and flip flops, they projected an aura of entitlement. "That's property of the Sheriff's Department. No can do." "Gretchen! Call your dad!" said the coed. A PKU sister that Amy had seen toward the back during the Truth or Dare game stepped forward and pulled out a cell phone. Buck stepped forward, trying to keep control of the situation. "Who the hell are you, and who are you calling?" "I'm Gretchen Lopez, and my daddy is Raoul Lopez. Maybe you know the name. He's the federal district attorney for the central district of Texas. I think maybe he'll want to send a couple of U.S. marshals here to impound that tape and see if this girl's federal civil rights were violated." She punched numbers into the phone. "Listen, hang on," Buck said, starting to sweat. "Let's make a quick deal. Leave your daddy out of this, take the tape, and drive away. We all just get on with our lives as if nothing happened." "Works for me!" Gretchen said with a smile, accepting the VHS video from Buck. "I don't know what's on here, but it'll be fun to watch on the VCR when we get back to the house. Hey Tiffany Lying Slut Piss Dog Daniels. You want to watch with us when we get back?" "Please, please, just take me home," the high-schooler begged. She didn't care what happened, she just wanted to be away from the cop and the Mexicans, away from all men who humiliated and used her. "One more thing, Mr. Sheriff-man," Gretchen said with a lack of respect that rankled Buck. "You got any rope? I got an idea, and we're gonna need four lengths of rope." Buck nodded, knowing he was defeated. He rummaged in a closet for a moment and came up with a length of rope, which he cut into four long pieces. Tiffany and the PKU girls got into their late-model Mustang, cherry-red, in the parking lot - the four girls inside, Tiffany in the trunk. She knew better than to protest. Just accept your fate, she told herself, and get out of here. They closed the lid on her, and she was alone in the darkness of the trunk as the car pulled away. She could hear the girls' muffled voices in the car, but not what they were saying. Occasionally there would be an outburst of laughter. She didn't know how much time had passed, but soon the car stopped, and the trunk was popped open. The PKU girls stood there, holding the rope. "Get out, Little Miss Pissy," they ordered. Tiffany obeyed, her limbs stiff from riding in a curled-up position. She looked around, and saw they were at a gas station, apparently in a suburb. "We're close to Austin," Amy told her, "and there's no way we're taking you back inside our nice sorority house all covered with sperm and pee. So it's washy-washy time. Take off your nightgown." "What are you going to do to me?" Tiffany asked nervously. "Shut up and do as you're told!" Amy snapped. "Otherwise we'll leave you here. And the next guy who pulls in for gas better be a nice guy, 'cause if he isn't, we're done getting you out of trouble, sweetie!" Defeated, befuddled, tired and stiff, Tiffany pulled the wet, stinking nightie over her head and stood, shivering in the night air. "Climb up on the roof," Amy ordered, "and lay on your back." As soon as Tiffany was on top of the Ford Mustang's roof, the four girls fanned out, each with a piece of rope. Hands grabbed her ankles and her wrists, and spread them out, so that she formed a giant, taut X. She could feel rope being looped around her ankles and wrists and tied tightly, and when she looked up, she saw the other ends of the rope being tied down. Her pussy, now open in a wide V, was facing the front of the car, and her ankles were tied to the corners of the front bumper. Her arms were stretched out and back, and each wrist was tied to a corner of the rear bumper. She was utterly naked and exposed, laying on her back. She could feel a breeze blowing against her pussy lips, and her nipples stiffened. The girls started laughing, then singing. "Workin' at the car wash!/ Workin' at the car wash, yeah!" They got into the car and drove toward the large drive-through car wash. "No, no, please don't do this!" Tiffany shouted. "It wasn't my fault! None of it was my fault! Why are you being so mean to me? Help! Help!" But it was 6 a.m., and no one was around to hear her cries, except for a 19-year-old clerk who was working the overnight shift at the gas station. He had left his register and now stood in the gas station lot, watching the amazing sight of a girl, naked and tied spread-eagle on the roof of a car, being driven into the automatic car wash. "Workin' at the car wash!/ Workin' at the car wash, yeah!" the sisters of PKU sang merrily. The Mustang stopped automatically inside. "No, don't do this! I'll drown! Help!" yelled Tiffany. The jets of hot water shut her up. They seemed to hit her body everywhere at once. One jet hit her in the face, and she shut her mouth and squeezed her eyes tight. Other jets hit her on her breasts, drilled into her ribs, played all up and down her widely splayed legs. Water shot at her bare feet, and goosed her wide-open, completely vulnerable young pussy. Tiffany could not scream. She could only endure. The water stopped, and was followed by soap. Gusts of soap covered her body. Although her mouth and eyes were shut, it got up her nose and burned. Then came the brushes. She couldn't see it, but a gigantic roller brush descended from the ceiling on a metal arm. It went up the front of the Mustang, along the hood, up the windshield, and then right over her open, wet pussy. The brush was soft and the bristles tickled, stimulating her little love box. She felt it brush her clit gently, and then it moved on, up her belly and across her breasts.The cheerleader's taut nipples were straining upward, and the brush dragging across their sensitive tips sent a quick thrill through her body, one she felt in her pussy and in her toes. Then the brush moved on over her face, and down the back of the car. And back it came again, in reverse. Brushes doing the sides of the car didn't touch her, but the big brush on top rolled back over her nipples and belly and cunt, and back down her legs. Tiffany wanted to wiggle her body, but couldn't, she was too tightly tied. It flashed through her mind briefly that this was somehow the most obscene moment of the entire horrible night, to be naked and tied down and driven through a car wash, only to find the contact of the soft brushes to be sexually stimulating. Maybe everyone was right when they kept calling her a slut. Maybe it was her lot in life to be a slut, she thought. But the thought vanished with the rinse cycle, as the hot water came back, stronger and hotter than ever. She wasn't sure, but she thought maybe one of the jets seemed to be aimed a little differently, because it felt like it was hitting her right on the clit. The water was burning and the pressure was too strong for her to really get off on it, but the intense direct stimulation of her highly sensitive clitoris was maddening, nonetheless. When it was almost to the point of feeling good, it stopped, and was replaced by blasts of hot air, drying Tiffany and the car. And then it was over, and Amy put the car in gear and drove out of the car wash. Tiffany felt sure they would stop and untie her, and let her back into the car, but they didn't. The PKU sisters just pulled out onto the street and began driving, with Tiffany strapped naked to the roof, her pussy pointing forward just where the windshield met the roof line. "Let me down!" she screamed. "Please, let me down." But if the girls heard her, they were ignoring her, and they drove on. Dawn was just beginning to break, and although there were few cars on the road at this hour outside Austin, those that were there honked their horns. Tiffany could hear the honking as they drove down the street, and knew with deep shame that it was her publicly displayed nudity that was causing the commotion. She had no idea what street they were on or how far it was to the PKU house, or ever, for that matter, if they were really going to the PKU house or might just be planning to drive her around all day and display her nudity to the entire city of Austin and the entire University of Texas campus. Tiffany shuddered at the horrible idea. The car stopped at a red light, and Tiffany looked up into the eyes of a leering redneck. He was driving a big rig truck, and had pulled up next to them at the light. The trucker rolled down his window and feasted his horny eyes on Tiffany's helpless, naked form. Her arms twitched, as she would normally try to cover herself from his wolfish gaze, but her wrists were tied tightly. "Hey, baby," the trucker said lasciviously. "Are you the hood ornament? Cause if you are, you ain't on the hood!" He burst out laughing. Tiffany decided not to answer the man. There was nothing she could say. "Hey, honey, talk to me!" he called, but Tiffany remained mute. "Please turn green please turn green please turn green," she prayed silently to the stoplight. "Hey, bitch, I asked you a question!" the trucker snarled. He was so high in his cab that he could look right down on the spread-eagled cheerleader. The light turned green. The trucker, frustrated that his sparkling banter had not worked on the girl, leaned his head out of the cab window and let loose a big glop of tobacco juice. The brown gob sailed out the window and right onto Tiffany, striking her smack in the belly button. She could feel the gross gunk trickle down her nude belly and sides, and even worse, that the sweet concave dimple of her belly button, a belly button that countless high school boys had stared at with lust when she did her cheerleading routines, cute little teen navel now acted like a pool to retain a small amount of the tobacco juice. As they pulled away from the light, Tiffany could feel the gross juice soaking in her belly-button. She heaved her hips upward, hoping to spill it out, but then she heard a horn honk and a guy yelling "Yeah, baby!" and realized how obscene it must look, even with her limited mobility, to be thrusting her hips as if she were fucking an invisible lover on top of her. Finally, she knew they were turning into the U of Texas campus by the change in the buildings, and soon the car stopped outside the PKU house. The girls untied her, and Tiffany rubbed the chafed places on her wrists and ankles, even while she stood nude in the driveway beside the sorority house. She went inside with the girls, and they directed her to a bedroom, where she crashed into a deep, deep sleep. The next thing Tiffany knew she was being awakened by several voices, all saying "Hey, Tiffany Baby, time to wake up Sleeping Beauty" in varying sarcastic tones. She opened her eyes and was confused for a moment, waking up naked on a strange bed in a strange room surrounded by college coeds. But then the events of the previous evening came rushing back to her, along with a splitting headache and a clammy feeling of nausea from all the tequila she had consumed. "Get dressed, sweetcakes," said Amy. "We need to talk." When she got downstairs, Tiffany saw several PKU sisters sitting around a table. She recognized Amy the redhead who had been her chief tormentor, and Gretchen, the willowy brunette who had scammed Sheriff Buck into giving up the video. "Have a seat, Tiff," Amy told her. "You've got some thinking to do. While you were sleeping, we watched that video we got from the sheriff. My oh my, it's a good thing none of us are lezbos, or we would have been fingering ourselves like mad!" The other girls all laughed. "That is one hot little tape you two made. When he's searching your pussy for drugs and you start moaning and wiggling your hips like you want a hot fuck, that ain't acting, sister! The rest of it is just you talking, which isn't quite as nasty, but the stories you tell are great. And of course you gave your name and full address, so that anyone who sees the tape can track you down. "So we talked about what to do, and came up with two possibilities. The first is to sell the tape here at U of T to all the fraternity guys. We figure $20 a pop is pretty good for such a rare item, and we can maybe sell 500 to 1,000, which is a pretty damn good fund-raiser, considering we don't have to do squat! Or you can convince us not to sell the tape by doing some work around the house today. You're not expected back home till Sunday, and this is just Saturday morning, so you've got 24 hours." Tiffany felt sick, and it wasn't just the hangover. The thought of hundreds of fraternity boys watching that big cop poke his finger up her butt, and of hearing her tell the story of how she was raped by her cousin and had to give blowjobs to the basketball team at half-time made her want to throw up. And once the tapes got into circulation there was no stopping them! People would duplicate them, trade them on the Internet, and sooner or later a copy would make its way back to Beverly, her hometown. "I'll do whatever you want," she promised. "Oh, indeed you will," Gretchen said. "Just so we're clear. You will do everything we say for the next 24 hours, no matter what. You will be our slave, basically. And in return, you can have the video." "I agree," said Tiffany. "But please don't be mean to me. Please. I've been through so much already." The sisters of PKU just laughed at their poor little teenaged slave. The first order of business was her dress. They pulled out a French maid's costume, but not even a nice one. It was like a cheap Halloween costume. The black bustier top barely covered her full, bouncy breasts. The skirt was made out of cheap black vinyl, and was stiff. It flared out from her hips, but the girls wouldn't let her wear any panties with the outfit, so her entire ass and every centimeter of her sweet young bush was completely on display every second. On her legs she wore black stockings, thigh-highs that came up to mid-thigh, but ended several inches below the hem of the skirt. A pair of black high-heeled pumps, with spikes that were almost impossible to walk in, completed the outfit. Or so Tiffany thought as she glumly dressed herself. Then Gretchen came in with the final accessory: a black leather dog collar she fastened around Tiffany's throat. It wasn't the first time Tiffany had been forced to wear a dog collar, and she hated what it implied. Dog collars were for ugly old whores in porno magazines, not for rich and popular teenaged girls like herself! But, she knew, she had no choice. The day was spent doing the most demeaning chores the girls could think of. She cleaned the grout in the tile in the entry way with a toothbrush, which took three hours, during which people came and went from the PKU house and checked out the PKU's new little maid. The worst, for Tiffany, was the UPS man, a handsome young man in the obligatory brown shirt and shorts, who was invited in enthusiastically by a PKU sister. The coed made a big deal about how glad she was to see him, and who was the package addressed to, and all the while Tiffany was on her hands and knees, about two feet away, scrubbing grout with a toothbrush. The UPS man could see her bare bottom jutting out from the vinyl skirt, and Tiffany tried to scuttle away, but Amy came in and snapped at her: "Tiffany Daniels! Stand up immediately! Hands at your side!" Tiffany jumped to her feet.With her hands at her sides, her entire pussy was right there for the UPS man to drool over. Tiffany could see the bulge in his shorts. "How do you like our maid?" Amy asked the UPS guy. Oh, he liked her very much, he said, and asked for a glass of water, just so he could waste as much time in the entryway, using his eyes to practically rape the girl's exposed body parts. After the tile, Tiffany had to clean the sorority's toilets. Then dust for cobwebs that had formed up near the ceilings, which meant climbing lots of ladders. Several fraternity guys seemed to be dropping in and out of the house a lot during this part of her chores, and Tiffany thought she heard a couple of them offer to "buy" the PKU slave, but she tried to ignore the comments. It was bad enough that she had to pull down cobwebs without even a paper towel - just use her bare hands. Finally, it was dinner time, and Amy told the teenage Cinderella that she should go clean herself up, take a nice long shower and do her hair, then put the French maid's costume back on. Tiffany was starved, but obeyed. At 8 p.m. Saturday night, Tiffany came downstairs, still wearing the outlandish and obscene costume, still without any underwear, but looking better than she had since she arrived at the PKU house a little over a day before. Her makeup was subtle but impeccable, and her long blonde hair was beautifully and gently curled. The doorbell rang, and she heard a voice call "Maid Tiffany! Get the door!" She went to the door, opened it, and there stood A.J. and the other four RAT boys who had kidnapped her. "Hi," A.J. said. "Can Tiffany Daniels play? Ooh, I think maybe she can." The five frat boys pushed their way in, all of them grinning and saying hello to their former victim. Amy came into the entry and greeted the RATs as if they were long-lost friends. "Thanks for coming over, guys. I see you've met our house slave, Tiffany." The girl in the revealing maid's costume was trying to disappear, but there was nowhere to go. "We've heard all about what happened last night, and felt that maybe you guys would like a little re-match with Tiffany. Any of you guys feel like maybe you didn't get what you wanted last night?" "Fuckin' A yeah!" the young men all hooted. "Amy, please, how can you do this to me?" Tiffany pleaded. "I've done everything you've asked. You can't turn me over to these guys. They're horrible. They'll rape me." "You know what they say," Amy said. "When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it. I suggest you keep that in mind for the next couple of hours. Did you boys bring the paddle?" Brian brought the PKU fraternity paddle out from behind his back and smacked it against his palm. The loud cracking noise of wood on flesh made Tiffany jump. "Now Tiffany, you know our little arrangement. You promised to do everything we told you to do, and now I'm telling you you're going to escort these five guys into the bedroom at the top of the stairs and spend the night with them." "No, no, no, you can't, you can't," Tiffany whispered, knowing that this was it, this was the end of the line. "Boys, do you have my money?" Amy asked, and all five handed over fistfuls of bills. She was being sold to the RAT-boys for sex. "Now there's really just one rule," Amy said. "When you use that paddle on her, hit her as hard and as often as you want, but don't break the skin. She's not one of your pledges, she's a 17-year-old girl. Other than that, though, I'm sure you can get that ass nice and red." "And nice and stretched!" crowed Kevin. "Whatever do you mean?" asked Amy coyly. "You mean you boys are thinking of fucking poor little Tiffany up the ass? All five of you? After you paddle the shit out of her? I do believe I should have charged more money for this little play-time." "Fuckin' A!" crowed Nick. "In this case, literally!" quipped Amy. Tiffany eyed the door, thinking about making a run for it, but it was blocked by the RAT boys. "We even provided a soundtrack for the evening's festivities," Amy said. "A tape we found in her purse. It's got lots of interesting songs on it, and there's a boombox in the room you can play it on. The music will help muffle the screams." "Come on, babe, let's go upstairs," A.J. said, and the RAT-boys all grabbed Tiffany by the arms and walked her forcibly up the stairs while she begged and pleaded to be turned loose. The PKU girls heard the door shut firmly, and a few seconds later, music began playing loudly, the Stones at full blast: "It's down to me/ The way she does just what she's told/ Down to me, the change has come/ She's under my thumb." There was another knock on the door, and Gretchen opened it and invited in Sheriff Lucas Buck and Sam from the diner. "Good evening, gentlemen," she said. "Welcome to Pi Kappa Upsilon. The evening's entertainment is upstairs. Do you have the donation we discussed?" The cop and the cook each handed Gretchen $200 and headed upstairs. "Remember," Amy called after them, "no permanent damage. Have as much fun as you want with her, but we don't want any evidence." The men both smiled evilly, thinking how little that really limited them in what they could do to Tiffany Daniels over the next few hours. Amy sighed, and Gretchen turned to her. They heard the upstairs bedroom door open, the music blast loudly for a moment, and then the door was shut again. A steady, ugly sound could be heard, the sound of a wooden paddle being splatted against naked girl-ass, over and over. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! "I don't hear any screaming," Amy said matter-of-factly. "They must have gagged her," Gretchen replied calmly. "By the way, are you really going to give her that video?" "Hey, a deal's a deal," said Amy. "Of course we're going to give her the video. But first, we had to make a copy of it. That was part of the original deal, the one we made with her little sister, Stephanie. She helped set it up and in return, if we managed to get anything on tape, I'm supposed to mail it to her, in care of the principal at her school." "She must be some fucked-up little bitch, that Stephanie," said Gretchen. "She's one cold cunt," said Amy. "And ironically, her sister Tiffany is one very warm ass, at least at the moment." The thwack-thwack-thwacking upstairs had stopped, and the coeds could now hear, faintly, the rhythmic creaking of bedsprings. It was going to be a long night for Tiffany Daniels. Amy and Gretchen smiled at each other, and went into the kitchen to get some wine. THE END "Are you crazy/ Are you high/ Or just an ordinary guy? Have you done all you can do? Are you with me, doctor?

CHAPTER ONE

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The interview

"Time for your monthly review, Terri. Conference Room C should do nicely, don't you think?" "Yes, ma'am." Terri put away the copy of Hustler magazine which she had been reading. Danielle turned and headed for the empty conference room. Terri subserviently followed a few paces behind. The young VP took a seat. "Close the door, will you?" The blonde obeyed and took her seat. "Did I tell you to sit down?" Danielle asked sharply. "No, ma'am," Terri hurriedly got to her feet, flustered. Danielle was pleased with herself. She always liked to start these meetings off by putting her assistant off balance. Outwardly, however, she made her disdain evident. "I don't know what your problem is, Terri. We've been having these little meetings for eight months. I'd think you'd know the rules by now." "Yes, ma'am." "Good. NOW you may sit down. You know the position to assume." Terri did. Slumping way down in the plush chair, she spread her legs wide and rested her feet on the wooden conference table. Lifting the hem of her skirt, she tentatively eased her finger inside herself. Danielle had the best seat in the house from across the table, and could plainly see that Terri was already wet. "Goooooood. Nice. Now...let's talk about whether or not we should keep you on here." The brunette's voice took an ominous tone. Of course, if Terri were dismissed, Danielle would be sending some information to the cops. Evidence of sensitive information which Terri had stolen from her old job. Videotapes of Terri selling her body for cash. Offshore bank accounts full of dirty money, all in Terri's name. Drugs.... With a shudder, Terri thought about one incident, shortly after Steven had filed for divorce and thrown Terri out of their house. That meddlesome bitch Carrie had cajoled Steven into getting a restraining order against Terri (Danielle had "helped" by making numerous telephone calls to Steven's boss, pretending to be Terri, and by slashing Steven's tires.) Terri had said "fuck it" and told Danielle that she quit, deciding that everything that mattered to her had already been taken away from her. In this, she found that she was sorely mistaken; speeding out of the parking garage, she'd received a call on her car-phone. "Look in your trunk," Danielle's voice had urged, then a (click). Stopping, Terri had discovered a ziploc bag filled with white powder beneath the spare tire. Searching the rest of the car, she'd found several more bags. Then Danielle had called back. "My next call will be to the DEA and the sheriff's department." And so, Terri had dejectedly gone back and spent most of the next 24 hours between Danielle's legs, begging for her job back. "Soooo..." Danielle began. "Very SPECIAL day for you today, isn't it?" Terri didn't answer, instead she regarded her boss with a mixture of pure hate and extreme hurt. "What's the SPECIAL occasion?" Danielle pressed. "M-my...d-d-div.....D-DIVORCE....." The pretty blonde's voice broke, and she began sobbing uncontrollably. Across the table, the evil Danielle silently congratulated herself. It usually took her a full three minutes to get the little bitch bawling her eyes out. But today was a very emotional day for Terri, as her marriage had now been legally and officially ruined by this wicked, spiteful woman. The tramp was understandably riding an emotional roller coaster. The balloons, flowers and the impromptu lunchtime party probably hadn't helped matters, Danielle mused. "Ahhh....yes. Your divorce. Oh well. Guess that's what you get for being a walking cum depository. Let's begin, shall we?" "Wh-whatever..." Terri sniffled. "I see you shaved your pussy again, Terri." It was true; the blonde's cunt was completely bald--in direct contradiction of Danielle's orders to let it grow and dye it black, so that anyone seeing her naked would assume that she was a fake, dyed-blonde bimbo. However, Scott, one of her coworkers, had ordered her to shave it off. Danielle, of course, knew this, and also knew that Scott had ordered Terri not to tell. This didn't stop her from taking the opportunity to torment the girl. "Now, Terri...do you remember our little review last month?" she asked softly. "Yes, ma'am." "And, what did we decide in regard to the shaving of your pussy?" "You...w-we...said I wasn't....s-s-supposed to...." "And...look at your pussy. What do you call that?" "S-shaved..." Terri had a look on her face which wished that she was anywhere but here. "And," Danielle continued quietly, "what did we say the penalty would be if you disobeyed again?" Terri's eyes widened. "No...please, Danielle...." "What did we say the penalty would be, Terri?" "Danielle," Terri sobbed, "please! You don't understand!!!" "I understand that I gave you specific instructions, and that you failed to follow them," Danielle said coldly. "The penalty--your employment here will be terminated, and your illicit activities will all be reported to the proper authorities." Picking up the phone on the conference table, she dialed a number. "Building security, please." "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Terri wailed. "Please...Danielle....ma'am...I didn't have a choice....Scott! Scott made me do it." Ah. Now they were getting somewhere. Danielle hung up the phone. "Scott 'made' you do it? How?" "H-he...told me...if I didn't...Angela would use the whip again....and...and...he'd u-use m-m-my ass..." "Oh. So, you had a choice, then." Danielle let that sink in. "And you chose to disobey me." "Danielle...h-he...she....A-Angela and Scott aren't...aren't gentle. One of these days they're going to kill me..." Terri choked. "When is it going to sink in, Terri? It's not all about you. You're nothing more than a toy, for the purpose of providing pleasure to us as we see fit. I'd have thought that would have been obvious by now. Anytime Scott wants to use your ass, it's his, provided that it's not being used by me at the moment. And if his wife wants to take a whip to your back and cover it with welts...well, can you blame her? After all, you have been having an affair with her husband," Danielle finished cruelly. "Please...I'm sorry...it w-won't happen again...please don't fire me..." Tears rolled down Terri's face as she awaited her fate. Danielle observed as Terri broke down. Having spent most of her life being tormented by the blonde, she found it intensely satisfying to be paying it all back, with interest. "P-p-please...." "While I think about how to handle this little infraction, get up on the table. You know what to do." And Terri did. Stripping naked, she lay on her back on the mahogany table, sliding her hand down to her cunt, as her boss watched with perverse satisfaction. Before long, Danielle's own hand was busy shamelessly playing with her wet pussy.Without taking her eyes off the road, Danielle had produced a flask of whiskey and now offered it to Terri, who eyed it suspiciously. "Why?" she asked. It was indeed strange, she thought. Usually the heartless bitch wanted her pet to be completely sober, so that she could fully experience and appreciate whatever humiliation had been conjured up for her. "Don't you want me to be fully coherent while you embarrass and torment me?" "Yes, dear, usually I do. But in this case, I think you'll need to be a little numb. Tonight will be an important performance from you, and the last thing we need is for you to start bawling in front of everybody." "Why would I start bawling?" Terri wanted to know. "Just drink," Danielle said firmly. "Why would I start bawling? What's going to happen?" Terri asked anxiously. "Oh, I might as well tell you, so you can get it out of your system now," Danielle sighed. "The bachelor party you'll be performing at is for Steven. He'll be marrying Carrie next weekend. You're going to perform for him and his friends, and then you're going to fuck him." Danielle spoke as nonchalantly as if she had just asked her assistant to drop a package off in the mailroom. "And he's not even going to know that it's you..." Eventually the hapless sex slave's crying died down enough that Danielle could hear herself think. "Drink," she repeated, passing the flask to Terri again. Terri drank. Steven drank, too. But out of celebration and festivity. He was finally going to be with the woman he loved, his soulmate. Carrie was wonderful. He also was celebrating for another reason. Today, he had closed the book on a chapter of his life which, he now realized, had been a mistake. What had he been thinking when he'd married Terri? They were from two different worlds. Steven thought back to how they'd drifted apart. The constant late nights waiting at home while she was out partying. The phone calls in the middle of the night, after which Terri would dress quietly and leave the house after she thought Steven was asleep. A very painful, frustrating time it had been for him....but he had found Carrie. She'd started out as a temp in his office, and the two had gone out to lunch, and then dinner. In Carrie, Steven had found someone whom he could talk to and relate to. Then there had been the day when Carrie had brought the pictures over. "Steven," she had said as gently as possible, "there's something you should know. It's not going to be easy for you, but know that I am your friend and will be here for you." Then she had broke the news to him, about the affairs Terri was having at work. He'd broken down and cried in her arms, and somehow they had ended up in bed together. Steven's path had been clear to him at that point; with a supportive Carrie at his side, he'd filed the necessary paperwork in the county courthouse. Carrie had moved in with Steven on the same day that Terri moved out. The two of them longed for the day when the divorce would be final, so that they could make their own love official. It had been a bumpy ride--Terri still telephoned at least once a week, always breathing into the phone and not saying anything when Steven picked up. Carrie, however, had received several death threats from the deranged soon to be ex-wife, and had spent many nights shaking with terror, relaying the details to Steven as he held her close. Now the long wait was coming to an end. In a few short days, they would be married! Carrie, ever the good sport, had arranged tonight's bachelor party, reserving a barroom, and had even hired a callgirl. "I want to watch you fuck her while she sucks all of your friends off," the nasty redhead had whispered in his ear. "Then, we go home and you get to ride the Redhead Express...." This was their pet name for lovemaking. The callgirl was a petite-framed, black-haired young woman, with curves in all the right places and enormous breasts, all poured in to a size 2 dress. Steven's cock grew hard immediately as she took the stage and began seductively gyrating to the music in the bar. Seated beside him, Carrie, too, was getting turned on from the show, and began rubbing at Steven's trousers under the table. His friends, meanwhile, decided that they'd rather have a more intimate show, and proceeded to carry the callgirl over to the large table where they were all seated. "'scuse me for just a second..." Carrie whispered to her man. She stood next to the dancer. "Doesn't Lisa's dress look pretty?" The men all agreed. "Wouldn't it look even better in a crumpled heap on the floor?" Everyone roared their approval. "You heard. Take it off," Carrie demanded. Slowly, the callgirl unbuttoned the dress and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a pink lace demi bra, with a matching thong, garter and hose. Directed by Carrie, the girl pirouetted slowly to allow the men to take in a complete viewing of her curvaceous, sexy body. "Mmmmmm nice, isn't she, guys? But you don't have to settle for just looking. Lisa is paid for, all night! Help yourselves....." And so Carrie returned to her seat, nuzzling up to Steven and watching as the whore was surrounded by six of Steven's best friends. With the exception of Steven, Terri has fucked each of the men once, and they were now enjoying sloppy seconds. VERY sloppy seconds, as it turned out--the guys using her pussy and ass had all pulled out in time to douse the disguised slut in cum. She was trying to keep them aroused, so that they'd keep fucking her and she hopefully wouldn't have to do anything with Steven. Terri didn't think she could take that. But the guys were gradually wearing out. As she finished the man who was fucking her mouth, nobody moved to take his place, and with horror, Terri realized that Carrie was standing over her. "My husband to be wants a blowjob," the redhead demanded softly. "Carrie....please, no. I wish you two best of luck, but....please...." "NOW," Carrie demanded in a no-nonsense tone. "Or do you, I and Danielle all need to sit down and have a little talk?" Resignedly, fighting back tears, Terri got to her knees before the man who had been so cruelly stolen away from her. Closing his eyes, Steven leaned back and enjoyed the cocksucking he was getting from the callgirl. She definitely knew her oral, Steven thought to himself. The way she was able to take him all the way in to her mouth, at the same time snaking her tongue around his shaft... Humiliated and tormented beyond belief, Terri was performing by rote. She was mechanically servicing Steven, just as she had on hundreds of occasions while they were married. And he was responding--after all these years, she knew just what he liked and how he liked it. The callgirl was doing a great job of sucking Steven's cock. He hadn't had oral treatment this great since he and Terri had still been together. Carrie was a terrific woman, but she had a lot to learn in the fellatio department. The way her tongue was working him, her hands lightly playing with his balls, he could almost imagine that he was still with Terri, before she'd strayed. In his mind's eye, Steven pictured his ex-wife kneeling there, her blonde hair tickling his thighs as she bobbed up and down, determined to give her man the suck of his life. Carrie watched nervously. Terri was playing her role a little *too* intensely. If this is the last time we're ever going to be together, Terri thought, I'm going to make damn sure you're going to remember it, Steven. Moaning loudly, she doubled her pace, slurping at his sweet prick with a frenzy, just like the time.... ....they'd headed up to the river, packing a picnic basket lunch which they had never gotten around to eating. Opting instead to taste each other there on the blanket. Steven recalled how he'd anticipated, and how warm and wet his young wife's mouth was when she'd finally stopped teasing and gotten down to business. How she'd leisurely worked him with her mouth for a while, before moving in for "the kill", shaking her head back and forth and her moans, muffled by her mouthful of prick... "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM....." "Oh yeah....swallow it, Terri...." Steven wasn't even aware he'd said it. He was aware only of the throbbing of his shaft, pulsing, as he couldn't hold back anymore, and emptied his load into the callgirl's mouth, as she eagerly gulped down every last drop.... Carrie, however, had heard clearly, and was too stunned to move. Terri was looking up at Steven, with a kind of sadness, knowing that it was, indeed, over. Finally the redhead bride to be found the strength to move. Grabbing at Terri's wig, she tore it off and threw it aside. "You BITCH!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO LISA?? Won't you EVER LEAVE US ALONE????" She grabbed Steven, pulling him away, then turned around and slapped Terri across the face. "LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!!!!!" Everyone ignored Terri as she dressed, reduced to complete shame. All of the guys were gathered around Carrie and Steven. The bitch was sobbing about how "she follows us everywhere and calls our house constantly....she somehow found out about tonight and arranged....THIS...." More fake tears. "What did you do, Terri...tap our phone lines when we called the escort service? Where's Lisa, the girl who was supposed to be here? Is she lying dead in a ditch somewhere? Do you want us dead? Do you? COME ON!!! HERE I AM!!!" And she came at Terri again, getting a handful of the humiliated girl's blonde hair, shaking her around until she was pulled back by Steven and a few of the other guys. What really hurt most of all were the words spoken by Steven. "C'mon, Carrie."She's not worth it. As she was led away, the redhead spoke to Terri. "Stay away from MY MAN." Then, to Steven's friends, "Do whatever you want with her, guys. Have fun." They did.

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The StoryMaster

The Obligation

"Gawp!" she croaked as her hands reflexively shot to the fronts of his thighs. Pushing herself away, she turned her head to one side and gagged silently for several seconds. Melissa hated it when Mr. Johnson pushed it in too far. And if the taste wasn't enough, it always made her feel like she was going to throw up when it touched the back of her throat. "Take your hands away, Melissa," the older man said in a patient tone of voice. "Now straighten up and open your mouth," he instructed the unhappy teenager who squatted on the floor in front of him. Reluctantly Melissa obeyed. She had no choice. Melissa Carpenter had an obligation, you see. The expression on her face was truly priceless to behold and would have melted the hearts of most men, but not so Benjamin Johnson. Her big blue eyes pleaded with him while he massaged the back of her neck with his left hand as encouragement. "No stalling, now," he murmured. "You wouldn't want to be late for your next class, my dear," he added, after which he began to rub the blunt head of his penis across her pink lips. Melissa made a face but did not try to turn away. She recognized the familiar musky odor as her history teacher smeared his clear, sticky pre-ejaculate over her lips and nose. "Be a good girl now and open that pretty mouth, Melissa. I promise I won't push this time," the man coaxed. The pretty fifteen-year-old slowly rose up onto her knees. She made no attempt to conceal her disgust as she stared at the heavily veined instrument of her displeasure jutting out from its sweaty nest of coarse, dark pubic hair below the older man's pale distended belly. Melissa opened her mouth. "That's my girl," Mr. Johnson whispered his approval. "Hands at your sides, now," he coached. He liked to put it into her mouth the first time, and then let her take over. Gazing down at his target, the parted white teeth and small pink tongue, he grasped his semi-erect member with his free hand and milked himself until another large drop of viscous fluid formed at its tip. Then with a smile, he pulled the young girl forward and placed the head of his manhood onto the warm, wet surface of her tongue, allowing the drop of pre-ejaculate to mingle with her saliva. "Cawlk!" Melissa's shoulders heaved as she barely suppressed another gag. It took every ounce of her willpower to keep from balking again, but she was somehow able to maintain control. She knew he liked for her to keep her mouth open wide until he told her to close her lips around him. So Melissa obediently knelt before her history teacher, allowing the wicked man to place the head of his penis into her mouth then slowly move it from side to side across her tongue. Another gag wracked her body, but she remained steadfast and didn't pull away. "Mmm..." Mr. Johnson sighed. "You have such a pretty mouth, Melissa," he cooed as he gazed down into her clear blue eyes. He was about to give the lovely teen permission to begin sucking him, when quite unexpectedly he climaxed. It caught Melissa by surprise too when his first salvo caromed off the back of her soft palate and slid unimpeded down her throat. She was in the habit of allowing Mr. Johnson to "spurt" into her mouth. Actually, he insisted upon it, but she'd learned to anticipate him, closing off her throat and taking the vile substance only into her mouth so she could spit it out afterward. Melissa thought surely she would be sick, but surprisingly it stayed down, and she was in the process of puzzling over that, in fact, when Mr. Johnson broke his promise. Without warning her history teacher pulled her head forward while he pushed himself farther into her mouth. He was reasonably strong for a man of his stature, and instantly Melissa's hands flew to the fronts of his hairy thighs where they scrabbled ineffectually as she felt the tip of his filthy penis touch the back of her throat. Unable to breathe, she dug her short fingernails into his flesh when the second viscous projectile exploded from him like a rifle bullet directly into her esophagus. Melissa remembered hearing his lewd groans, before she choked on his next installment. Because her mouth was blocked by the source of her torment, a spray of heavy semen escaped through her nostrils when she coughed. It was a thoroughly demoralizing experience for the pretty teenager and one she would never forget, in part because she was immediately chastised by her teacher as soon as she stopped choking. "Look at the mess you've made, young lady," he scolded, indicating the drooling lines of ejaculate on the fronts of his thighs and the dripping mass on his testicles. "I hope you didn't get anything on my trousers," he added scornfully. While Melissa lapped at one side of her history teacher's constricted scrotum with her tongue, cleaning him like he'd taught her to do, she let her mind wander back to a saner time in her life, a time several months earlier, before the dreadful circumstances in which she was currently embroiled, began. While she struggled to keep from vomiting, Melissa wondered if this nightmare would ever end. Melissa Carpenter was charming, talented in many ways and exceptionally pleasing to the eye, but she was a terrible student. Her teachers attributed her lack of scholastic aptitude to a minor attention disorder, but most of her peers thought she was just plain spoiled. In any case, because of her poor grades the pretty blonde found herself in the unenviable position of having to either pass her mid-term exams with very high marks or face the prospect of summer school. For Melissa, who was quite the little socialite, summer school was simply out of the question, but the mid-terms loomed over her like an unscalable cliff. Melissa definitely needed help. Although she chose not to apply herself to her schoolwork, she was not a stupid girl. To the contrary, Melissa was crafty and imaginative, and more often than not she got what she wanted. At the age of twelve she'd begun to shed her baby fat and develop those enticing contours and curves that would inevitably make her very popular with the boys in her life. By age thirteen Melissa had amassed a regular entourage of interested young men, and a few of them not so young. By the eighth grade she, Melissa was the most popular girl in school, and had her pick of any young man she wished to allow to associate with her. Melissa naturally went for the most popular boy in school. His name was Trevor Williams. The two young people were first introduced by Melissa's best old ex-friend, Madison Lewis, at a cookout. Madison, a rather fetching young lady in her own right, was dating Trevor at the time, but that would soon change. Melissa had just turned fourteen. Trevor Lewis was sixteen, and the two attractive teenagers hit it off right away. It seemed at the time that Madison was the only one not to see the obvious chemistry between Melissa and Trevor. In less than two weeks, Melissa managed to woo the handsome sixteen-year-old away from Madison, ending their friendship for the foreseeable future. Trevor was not only a charming and attractive young man, he was also a talented athlete and an exceptional student. His grade point average never once fell below 3.8, and by the time he reached his junior year in high school, he was being actively scouted by the wrestling departments of several well-known universities. There was little doubt in anyone's mind that Trevor Williams would secure a scholarship with at least one of these prestigious schools. This was indeed fortunate for Trevor, because as fate would have it, the bright young man had not been born into a life of plenty. To the contrary, unlike the "fairy princess" he dated, Trevor had been forced to work his way through school. There was no envy or resentment on his part, however. Trevor simply applied himself to the task at hand. He was a confident young man, yet modest and humble as well. In short, Trevor Williams was the son that every man desires, honorable and hard-working. It was this honorable side of her beau that Melissa was currently having difficulty with. "Please Trev," the engaging fifteen-year-old beauty pleaded. "I thought you said that you'd do anything for me," she cooed and gave Trevor her most beguiling smile. The two young people had been seeing each other pretty steadily for almost two years now, and Melissa could usually convince Trevor to see things her way, but this particular request involved going against his strong moral conviction and sense of what is right and what is not. "You know I would, Mel," the young man replied in a pained voice. She was obviously making it very hard for him. "But what you're asking me to do is wrong. You know that." He paused for a second then offered, "Why don't you study really hard all weekend. I'll help you.""We can do it together. You'll see." "Ohhhh," the pretty blonde whined. "There's just no way, Trev. I've got to make a B+ on this exam or I'm dead," she added ruefully. Then with surprising vehemence, "I hate history! It's so stupid! All those dates to memorize and names of people who've been dead for a hundred years. Who cares!" she declared emphatically. Trevor remained silent while his pretty girlfriend vented her anger and frustration. He wanted to help Melissa, but she was really putting him on the spot. He really did care deeply for her and obviously wanted to see her succeed, but there were limits. Trevor was indeed an upstanding young man. "Johnson will fail me for sure," Melissa went on, interrupting her boyfriend's thoughts. "He hates me. I know he does. And besides, he's so weird," she said. "He's always staring at me. He gives me the creeps, Trev," she added imploringly. "Please, Trevor, please. I know you know how to get the test answers. I'll never ask again. I promise. Please, just this once," Melissa pleaded. Her beau didn't respond, but rather he stood with his arms folded across his chest. He was obviously troubled, and it probably wouldn't take much more wheedling to tip him over the edge. Melissa Carpenter decided that it was time to play her trump card. Although the two young people had been dating for quite some time by today's standards, their relationship had remained about as Platonic as a teenage relationship could be. Mostly it had been Trevor who'd been unwilling to move beyond simple kissing and the occasional awkward petting and on to the next higher level. He claimed that he wouldn't be able to respect himself were he to take advantage of Melissa. But, Trevor was after all, a healthy American lad, and by the age of seventeen those urges were becoming harder and harder to ignore. Lately he'd started to lose control of himself more and more often when he and Melissa were together. On one occasion he'd actually touched her breast. Through her sweater, of course. That had been a week ago, and his hand still burned. That time it had been Melissa who'd put the brakes on, and none too gently either. Trevor had been terribly embarrassed when she'd slapped his hand away. Melissa had feigned a pouting spell and then let her young beau apologize to her over and over again. The incident ended only after Melissa allowed Trevor to thoroughly emasculate himself before her, and then it wasn't mentioned again. What neither would admit, however, was that secretly, they both hoped that something like that would happen again, soon. Melissa had come to enjoy the power she held over Trevor, learning at a very young age that what boys wanted, she had, and that those desires could be used to influence their behavior. Melissa somehow instinctively knew that she would lose some of that power should she give in to Trevor. But unfortunately she felt she had no choice. It was time for Melissa to cash in her chips. Dialing her charm up to "10", Melissa placed her hands onto Trevor's broad shoulders and gazed into his eyes. Then with all the allure of a jaguar she purred, "If you'll help me, Trev, we can maybe go out and... you know." There was absolutely no mistaking what she meant as she blushed hotly and averted her gaze, but when she looked back up at the young man, the she-cat was back. "Come on, Trev, you know you want to." Then she added in a husky voice, dripping with unveiled seductiveness, "I want you to, Trevor." The young man had never heard that particular throaty quality to her voice before, and there was something in the way she looked at him and the manner in which she spoke that caused his juices to free-flow. Trevor Williams caved in seconds later. Trevor's part of the bargain was to supply Melissa with the answers to her mid-term history exam, and for his services he was promised heaven and earth. Being an honor roll student, Trevor enjoyed certain privileges not available to the majority of the student body. Frequently he found himself alone in areas and offices that were off limits to most, and it was because of this privilege that Trevor was able to secure a copy of the American History Mid-term examination with surprisingly little difficulty. Benjamin Johnson had also been his American History teacher in the tenth grade, and in looking over the answers to the ten-page multiple choice test, Trevor recognized most of them. "Funny," he thought, that Melissa would think badly of the middle-aged man. Trevor remembered Mr. Johnson as being a "pretty good guy" and a good teacher. From time to time, he would even share an off-color joke which tended to endear him to the boys in his class. Trevor never bothered to consider how the girls felt about it. "They were just jokes after all," he rationalized. Monday morning came at last. All day long, Trevor was distracted, wondering how his girlfriend would fare on her history exam, but when at last the final bell rang and the two young people met in the hall, Melissa's expression told the whole story. Trevor couldn't remember ever having seen her so elated. "I know I passed. I just know it. Oh thank you, Trevor," she cried, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Right then and there Trevor began to hope and dream. The next day when the exams were announced, it became official, and Melissa Carpenter surprised everyone in her American History Class by racking up an A- on her history mid-term. The tests were passed out and the answers gone over one by one. History class that day seemed like it would never end. Melissa didn't remember much of what was said, because the entire time she was thinking about the bargain she'd made with Trevor. "Was she going to do it? Was she going to let him go all the way?" Thoughts and images raced through her mind, both exciting and frightening her. "Was she ready to give him heaven and earth like she'd promised?" Melissa was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't hear the bell ring, signaling the end of class. Then at last, her daydreams were interrupted by a familiar voice calling her name. "Miss Carpenter? Miss Carpenter?" her history teacher spoke from behind his desk at the front of the room. Melissa looked up at him blankly as she tried to collect her wits. Most of her classmates had already left the room, and only a few stragglers still crowded through the door to the hallway, chattering vociferously as they went. "Miss Carpenter, may I see you for a moment, please?" Benjamin Johnson spoke unemotionally to the pretty blonde teenager seated in the third row, giving her no indication as to what he wanted with her. Melissa presumed that he'd called her up to congratulate her on passing the mid-term. "Little does he know," she thought smugly as she gathered her books and walked to the front of the classroom. "Yes, Mr. Johnson," she said sweetly when at last she stood before his desk. "Aren't you the little charmer," Benjamin Johnson thought to himself, and for several moments he remained silent as he gazed upon the young girl. She was nothing short of elegant, as she stood before him, not realizing that her fate was in his hands. He'd had his eyes on Melissa Carpenter for quite some time, hoping that some day an opportunity might present itself where he might come to know her better. Melissa always dressed neatly, and Benjamin appreciated that. So many of the young ladies in the school chose to dress like ragamuffins these days. It was refreshing to find one so young who recognized her good looks and dressed accordingly. Today, for example, Melissa wore a black velvet skirt which broke just above the knee. For a top she'd chosen a charming hot pink sleeveless blouse which clung to her nubile curves snugly enough to allow her small breasts to make an impression in the soft fabric, but not so tight as to appear cheap or tawdry. On her small feet she wore pretty white strap sandals. A pale pink beaded necklace finished off the ensemble. Usually the lovely fifteen-year-old wore her thick blonde hair up or tied back in a short ponytail, but today she'd opted to wear it loose and flowing like a warm golden mantle. She was magnificent. Several minutes passed while neither of them spoke. Then gradually her smile began to fade and was replaced by a questioning look, which tended to enhance her naturally pouty mouth. Melissa cocked her head to one side, and her blue eyes flashed an unspoken challenge. She was about to ask her history teacher what exactly it was that he wanted to see her about, when Benjamin Johnson broke the silence. "I'm curious, Miss Carpenter," the middle-aged man began, staring at Melissa over the top of his reading glasses. "How is it that you can go for an entire semester, turning in barely passing grades, and then make an almost perfect score on the mid-term examination? Doesn't that strike you as odd?" he asked. Melissa was caught completely off guard. She'd been expecting praise, not suspicion. Panic snapped at the periphery of her conscious mind like emotional piranha as she tried desperately to calm her racing heart and collect her thoughts. She paled visibly, and her mouth went dry as the Mojave. "I asked you a simple question, Miss Carpenter," her history teacher said. "I'd appreciate an answer, and perhaps a plausible explanation." He waited. Melissa was so stunned that she just couldn't think. In her head the words, "He knows! He knows!" screamed over and over again. She licked her lips, but words still eluded her. "You must have spent every waking moment over the entire weekend studying," her teacher suggested, baiting her. "Is that what happened, Miss Carpenter?" It was as though he'd thrown a life ring to a drowning person, so quickly did she grasp at what she perceived to be an avenue to safety.Nodding her pretty head enthusiastically, Melissa finally found her voice. "Y... yeah. I mean, yes, sir, Mr. Johnson. That's what happened, really," she lied. "My boyfriend came over and helped me study. Heck, we were up all night on Saturday, practically." She embellished her tale with a nervous little laugh, then fell silent. Mr. Johnson stared at the young teen for several long, uncomfortable minutes, so long in fact, that by the time he spoke again, Melissa was squirming guiltily. "I see," he said at last. He had to suppress a smile when he noticed her sigh with relief. Benjamin allowed another few minutes to tick by while he continued to watch her closely. After a few moments, she started to glance around the room in an effort to appear calm and in control. Then, when she'd regained at least a part of her composure, she faced him and asked rather boldly, "Can I go now?" Johnson didn't answer her right away, then quite unexpectedly he asked, "Mr. Williams is your boyfriend. Is he not, Miss Carpenter?" He phrased the question casually, but still, she looked at him suspiciously. "Y.. Yes, sir," she answered timidly. "Do you know, Trevor?" she asked, then instantly regretted having done so. "Of course he knew Trevor. Everyone knew Trevor," she silently admonished herself. "Why, naturally I know Mr. Williams," Mr. Johnson replied with a smile. "Besides his enviable reputation both scholastically and athletically, Mr. Williams was once a student of mine," the man explained. "Also, since he's a member of the Student Government, we faculty members see a good bit of him. In fact, I'm told he was in my office just last week. Funny... I must have missed him." The way he said that suddenly made Melissa's blood run cold. She only discovered that she was holding her breath when her history teacher asked her another seemingly innocuous question, defusing the tenseness in the air, and causing her to exhale with an audible sigh. "How long have you and Mr. Williams been seeing each other, Melissa? You don't mind if I call you by your first name, do you, my dear?" Johnson asked warmly. For some reason, the hairs on the back of Melissa's neck stood on end, but she chose to ignore the premonition. "He seemed so sincere, and besides," she reasoned. "What's he gonna do anyway? He might send me to summer school, I suppose, that is if he really knows something." "Two years," she answered, more at ease. "Trevor will be going to college next year," she added proudly. "That's what I understand," Mr. Johnson said, rising from his chair. "Word has it your young man stands a good chance to secure a scholarship to help to defer the costs of higher education," he went on in a conversational tone of voice as he moved around his desk, stopping directly in front of Melissa. He leaned back on the edge of the desk and smiled down at the darling young girl. This was as close as he'd ever come to her. He was so close, in fact, that he could smell her delicate perfume. "I expect the two of you will miss each other for a while after Trevor leaves for college?" He phrased his supposition as a question, rather than a statement of fact. Melissa looked up at him questioningly. "Funny he should ask something like that," she thought. "I... I guess so," she responded after a minute. "Come now, Miss Carpenter," her teacher exclaimed in mock surprise. "The two of you are together constantly. Unless, of course, you have another beau in the wings for after Mr. Williams leaves town?" He smiled craftily. Melissa was becoming increasingly incensed by the rather personal turn their conversation was taking. Mr. Johnson, on the other hand, had other plans. "Tell me, Miss Carpenter," he went on as though he were passing the time of day. "Are you and Mr. Williams having sex?" The question came out of nowhere, causing the classroom to fall into a heavy silence. Melissa refused to believe what she'd just heard. "Maybe this was one of his sick jokes," she rationalized. In any case, the pretty teenager was speechless and stood gaping at her history teacher with her mouth ajar. A full minute passed while Melissa stared in slack-jawed disbelief at Mr. Johnson. Her thoughts, on the other hand, screamed quite loudly in her head. "He's my American History Teacher for Christ's sake! How dare he ask me such a thing! This is outrageous!" And what was even more infuriating was that all the while he stood there leaning on his desk with this totally smug look on his chubby face. "He does have a chubby face," Melissa decided. "He looks like a fat little frog!" When at last, the outraged teenager found her voice, the only sounds that issued from her lips were a series of unintelligible sputters. "How da... Who the hel... What do y... How could y... I... d...!" and then she fell silent again, red-faced and breathing hard. Melissa couldn't remember ever having been so furious. All along she'd suspected that Mr. Johnson was some kind of weirdo. Now she was certain of it. And, since Melissa was a rather attractive young woman, she'd had her share of incidents where she'd been approached in what she considered to be inappropriate ways by an assortment of scumbags and lechers. But she knew how to handle herself. "Yes, sir. She'd show him!" Melissa Carpenter thought to herself as she balled up her fists and prepared to give her history teacher the verbal equivalent of a naval broadside. Whatever fear or apprehension she'd been feeling over her exam results was instantly eclipsed by white-hot rage. Nothing disgusted her more than a pervert. Drawing herself up to her full five-foot, five-inch height, Melissa faced her foe, bristling like a terrier. "I think that kind of question is totally inappropriate, Mr. Johnson," she half spoke, half hissed. She struggled to keep herself at least partly under control, but it was difficult, for she was shaking mad. "And furthermore, I don't think it's any of your damn business!" She glared icily at the older man. "In fact, I don't think we have anything further to say to each other," she said with finality and bent to retrieve her books that she'd set on the classroom desk near where she stood. Then, as she was turning to make her exit, she looked back at her troll-like history teacher who hadn't said a word or moved a muscle since she'd laid into him. "When Mr. Gillmore, [the school principal], hears about this, you're going to be looking for another job, Mr. Johnson, sir," Melissa said mockingly. She gave the man a haughty smirk and turned to leave. Johnson let her get halfway to the door before he cleared his throat and spoke. "I think you cheated on your exam, Miss Carpenter," he said. "Furthermore, I believe that you had an accomplice." Melissa froze in her tracks. Slowly, she turned to face her American History teacher who stood leaning against his desk still. "What do you mean?" the teenager feigned innocence. From across the room, Melissa could feel the man's eyes boring into her, searching out her secrets and bearing her soul. "Why don't you come back over here for a minute, Miss Carpenter," Mr. Johnson suggested politely. "But... I... I'll be late for my next class," Melissa whined, grasping at straws. She hated it when she whined. "I'll write you a note," her history teacher replied with a wry smile. "I think you and I had better talk a few things over right now." His smile quickly faded. Melissa knew the game was over. She tried to gather her courage as she reluctantly crossed the short distance to where Mr. Johnson stood waiting for her. She feared the worst. "Summer school is such a drag!" Melissa muttered under her breath. "I beg your pardon, Miss Carpenter?" her history teacher said. She stood in front of him now. Gathering what remained of her composure, Melissa squared her shoulders and looked the man in the eyes. "Let's get it over with. I know you're going to make me go to summer school, so let's just be done with it, OK!" she said rather arrogantly. Melissa was angry with herself for getting caught and even angrier with the rotund little man for catching her. She was prepared to face the music, but she was in no mood to take a lot of crap from Johnson. "God, he's such a troll!" Melissa thought silently. Benjamin Johnson remained silent for a good while. For such an attractive girl, Melissa Carpenter had to be one of the rudest young women he'd ever met. "We're going to put an end to that," Benjamin thought as he returned Melissa's insolent glare coolly and calmly. "I could have you expelled, you know," he threatened. Melissa hadn't expected that. "Summer school was one thing. Sure, it would be a drag," she thought to herself. "But dismissal! God, her parents would kill her!" Melissa's mind raced as she tried desperately to think of what to say or do next. She knew she had to be very careful. Mr. Johnson had mentioned the possibility that she might have gotten help with her mid-terms, and he'd asked her about Trevor. Melissa was still mad about the sex question, but so far, he hadn't put two and two together. One slip of the tongue, though, and Trevor's dreams of college were history. Johnson could see that the "wheels were turning" from the troubled expression on her face, and elected to let her stew for a while longer. Then, at last, he broke the uncomfortable silence. "Perhaps expulsion is a bit harsh," Mr. Johnson said thoughtfully. "And since you mentioned it, maybe summer school would be in order." Melissa relaxed noticeably. She found it hard to believe that she could actually be relieved to find out she had to go to summer school, but under the circumstances... "Consider this, Miss Carpenter," Johnson began again. "Suppose instead of regular summer school, you and I spend a few days each week together for some private tutoring.That way you won't have to ruin your entire summer, and you and I can get to know each other a little better," he calmly suggested. At first, Melissa didn't catch the true meaning of the man's offer and began to consider dates and times in her head. Then, suddenly, it struck her. It wasn't what he'd said. It was more the way in which he'd said it that caused the subconscious alarm bells to sound. Looking at the middle-aged man with thinly veiled contempt, Melissa asked, "You don't mean...?" She let the question go unfinished when she saw him smile suggestively. Melissa began to worry a little for her safety, but maintained a bold front. "I think it's time for me to go, Mr. Johnson," she said flatly as she clutched her books to her chest and glanced toward the door. She intended to have no further conversation with the warped little man. Melissa couldn't wait to get out of that classroom and make a beeline for the school office where, if she had her way, Mr. Benjamin Johnson would soon be under arrest for making lewd and lascivious advances to a student. "I think you'd better stay, my dear," the man said unexpectedly. Melissa looked at him in disbelief as he went on. "What do you think Mr. Williams' chances of securing a scholarship would be were it to become common knowledge that he helped you to cheat on your history exam, Miss Carpenter?" And there it was. For a very long time, no one uttered a sound. The atmosphere in the classroom became heavy and oppressive again, and Melissa found it increasingly difficult to catch her breath as the full ramifications of her situation became clearer by the minute. Melissa's heart began to race, and she felt suddenly weak. "Well, Miss Carpenter?" Johnson pressed as he watched the blood drain from her face. "I expect an answer, young lady!" "But... but..." Melissa stammered. "How..? How did..?" but she was simply too flustered at the moment to go on. "How did I find out?" Mr. Johnson asked, completing her thought. She looked up at him with a panicky expression on her lovely face. "I don't think that matters, Miss Carpenter. Do you? The fact is, I did find out, and now it seems to me that you and I have to decide just exactly what we're going to do about this, shall we say, delicate situation." He stared unflinchingly at the uncomfortable teenager until she started to squirm. "But why pick on Trevor?" Melissa asked in a pitiful little voice after a minute or two. "I mean, he wouldn't have done anything like this if I hadn't asked him to. Please don't report him, Mr. Johnson." She was pleading now and bordering on desperation. "I'd just die if I was the cause of Trevor not getting into college," she added miserably. "Hold on, hold on, my dear," Mr. Johnson said in a slightly softer tone of voice. "Let's not jump to conclusions," he went on as he took a step toward the unhappy girl. "I don't wish to see Mr. Williams get into trouble. Heavens no!" he exclaimed. "I happen to like young Trevor very much, as a matter of fact, and desire only the best for him, as I'm sure you do too, my dear." Benjamin reached out and placed his hand on Melissa's shoulder. It was the first time he'd ever touched her, and even now he imagined he could feel an electrical current leap from the magical creature standing dejectedly before him and flow up his arm like something alive, exhilarating and invigorating him. "Get hold of yourself, man," Johnson silently admonished himself. There was no need to rush into this. If he played his cards right, he knew that he could have this precious gem for his very own, to have and to hold at his leisure. Melissa's thoughts were so black that she didn't notice when her history teacher put his hands on her, and when she detected a note of sympathy in his voice, she looked up at him timidly. The haughty, arrogant teenager had fled the scene and was temporarily replaced by a frightened little girl. "You... you mean you won't... you won't turn him in?" she asked haltingly. "Well, that depends, my child, but I feel certain we can work something out," Mr. Johnson replied, squeezing her shoulder affectionately. Finally, Melissa noticed his hand on her shoulder, but decided to allow it for the time being. Then she gave him a healthy sample of her sweetest smile that had served in the past as the key to every man's heart. She even placed her small hand over his on her shoulder briefly, and began to believe that maybe she could get out of this mess with minimal damage. "Thank you, Mr. Johnson," Melissa said sincerely. "Trevor and I will always be grateful to you." "My pleasure, Melissa," her history teacher said, calling her by her first name again. "Always willing to help out a friend." He smiled reassuringly at the pretty teenager. Melissa took his smile to mean that their discussion was over, and that she could leave now. However, as she turned once more toward the door, Mr. Johnson cleared his throat and said, "Speaking of friends, Melissa. I think it's only appropriate that since you and I now share a mutual investment in Mr. Williams' future, if you will, that we get to know each other a little better. Don't you agree?" It was a rhetorical question, of course, and caught Melissa totally by surprise. She stopped abruptly and turned, feeling that old familiar icy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Seeing expressions of suspicion and apprehension begin to cloud her lovely face, Mr. Johnson tried to make light of the situation. "Oh, come now, my dear girl," he began. "Surely it won't hurt for you to be just a little bit nicer to me, after everything I've done for you and Trevor." Melissa remained silent for a time while she eyed the older man dubiously. "What did you have in mind, Mr. Johnson?" she asked in a quiet voice, purposely using the formal salutation in hopes that the man's sense of responsibility would keep him from suggesting anything really crazy. "Now, Melissa, let's not go getting testy again." Mr. Johnson spoke in a calm voice, and although his tone was not exactly threatening in nature, Melissa had little doubt that he meant business. "Obviously, our time is limited at the moment, but perhaps after school today, we might get together and discuss this matter further. Unless, of course, you have other plans?" Melissa didn't care for the direction things were going and quickly fabricated an excuse. "Well, I... I'm supposed to meet Trevor after school and go over to his house for dinner and maybe study some." She glanced sheepishly at her history teacher. Then, when she saw the smile spread across his face, Melissa instantly realized the corner she'd painted herself into. "Well, actually..." she started on a new tack, but her teacher interrupted her. "Splendid, my dear!" Mr. Johnson said. "So your parents won't be expecting you home until later." He thought for a moment, then went on. "Why don't you tell Mr. Williams that you've had a change of plans for this evening, Melissa," her teacher suggested with a smile. "You don't have to go into detail or anything right now, but I think that considering what the two of us have done for him today, young Trevor shouldn't mind terribly were he to discover that you and I are friends. You can see Trevor tomorrow, if you like. Oh, and I wouldn't bother saying anything to your parents about this. We'll have you home plenty early." Although Mr. Johnson's plan was phrased as a request, it was abundantly clear to Melissa that, indeed, it was a demand. "But Mr. Johnson, I... I mean, I really... We really shouldn't be talking about stuff like this." Melissa realized that her voice came across as pathetic and whiny, and she hated herself for it. But as she felt the loop of the older man's snare close tighter around her, the determined, headstrong debutante who'd walked into her American History Class just over an hour ago was nowhere to be found. "I mean.. I'm one of your students, and... and besides, I'm only fifteen." God, how she'd hated to say that! Ben Johnson was really enjoying toying with the girl, but time was wasting. He did, after all, have another class to teach that afternoon before he could begin Melissa's "tutoring". So, in a sterner tone of voice, he said to her, "I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about, my dear, but I will say this. At fifteen years of age, young lady, it's high time you learn that we must all take responsibility for our actions. You chose to cheat on your mid-term examination, and Mr. Williams chose to assist you in your transgressions." He paused to allow the weightiness of her wrongdoings to sink in. "You may now choose whether or not you wish to risk summer school and possibly expulsion for yourself as well as certain dismissal for Mr. Williams and the guarantee that he will have no chance at acquiring scholarship funds, or, Miss Carpenter," Johnson paused for effect, staring coolly at the girl. "Or, Miss Carpenter, you can meet me here this afternoon after classes, and perhaps the two of us can reach an understanding about why I shouldn't report both you and Mr. Williams to the school office, in addition to beginning your tutoring, naturally. Think of it this way," he went on before Melissa could open her mouth to argue. "You'll be helping Mr. Williams, uh... Trevor," he said in a milder tone. "You'll be helping Trevor to realize his dreams, with my help, of course. Just a couple of good friends helping another friend. Someday, Trevor might even thank us," Mr. Johnson finished with his familiar smile. Melissa was simply too confused to think clearly at that moment. She had the uncomfortable feeling that her troubles were far from over, but for the life of her, she couldn't come up with a plausible argument with which to refute her history teacher right then. "Maybe later, when I've had some time to think," she told herself, but to Mr. Johnson, Melissa simply nodded her head somewhat dejectedly."Splendid!" the older man said. "Remember, my dear, that young Trevor's future rests in your hands," Johnson reminded the pretty teenager as she gathered her books to leave. She responded with a resigned though slightly contemptuous look. "Oh, and don't forget to call off your date with Trevor for this evening," he added with a wry smile. "I'll see you after three-thirty, my dear." Benjamin was very tempted to elicit a kiss out of the lovely girl, but decided that he could wait until later. The time seemed to crawl by, and for the rest of the day all Melissa could think about was what she was going to do about the situation she'd found herself in with her history teacher. At one point she tried to convince herself that maybe, if she were to offer to work very hard and make straight "A's" for the rest of the semester, maybe Mr. Johnson would reconsider. Actually, when she thought about it, he really never did say just exactly what he wanted to with her after school. Perhaps she was getting all worked up over nothing, falling prey to her imagination. She was so used to having men make passes at her, especially the last couple of years. "All the man suggested was tutoring," Melissa reminded herself. "But he can be so creepy," that little voice in her head pointed out. "He's just a lonely little man who likes to tell off-color jokes, probably harmless," Melissa decided, putting an end to her mental debate with herself. "She'd go the see Mr. Johnson right after school. They'd set up a schedule for him to tutor her in American History, and that would be that." Melissa felt greatly relieved once she came to the conclusion that she'd obviously misunderstood her history teacher's intentions. Interestingly enough, however, when she ran into Trevor at around three o'clock, she managed to tactfully cancel their evening together without ever divulging to him the real reason why. She simply told the somewhat gullible young man that she had "stuff to do", and that was apparently enough for Trevor. After all, he was the trusting sort. The corridors were dark and eerily silent where only minutes earlier, it seemed, they were filled with a cacophony of excited voices and slamming locker doors as the throngs of Melissa's fellow students beat a hasty retreat. It was Friday and school was OUT! From the window of the ladies' bathroom on the second floor, Melissa could see Trevor waiting outside for her in their usual meeting place. More than likely he wanted to say goodbye to her and maybe find out what she was doing tomorrow, but Melissa didn't want to run the risk of having him ask her any questions. As a matter of fact, she didn't want anyone she knew asking questions, which is why she'd been hiding out in the ladies' room for the last twenty minutes. Melissa had pretty much convinced herself that her history teacher meant her no harm. Still, there was the fact that she had been caught cheating, and Melissa wanted to keep that matter very confidential. The fewer people who knew about her tutoring arrangement, the less chance there was that awkward questions might be asked. She watched as Trevor became impatient and started looking at his watch. Finally, he glanced around one more time, threw his letter jacket over his shoulder, and headed for the parking lot. "See you tomorrow, Trev," Melissa whispered from her place of concealment. "Everything's gonna be alright," she assured herself. Melissa waited another ten minutes just to be safe. Then, when she figured that everyone except for maybe the janitor would be long gone, she opened the bathroom door ever so quietly and peeked out into the hall. It appeared deserted, but just as Melissa was about to step out into the darkened corridor, a door slammed somewhere in the building. The sound reverberated down the empty hallways and scared the immortal hell out of her. "What are you so jumpy about?" Melissa asked herself once she caught her breath. "It's not like you're robbing the place or anything!" Still, her heart was pounding in her chest as she stole quietly down the second-floor hall toward Mr. Johnson's room. On the frosted glass pane in the upper half of the door, "Room 207 - History" was printed in large black letters. The door was cracked open a bit, which resolved one problem for Melissa. She'd been wondering whether or not she should knock. Its hinges groaned loudly when she pushed the door open just enough to poke her head inside. Mr. Johnson was seated at his desk and looked up immediately. "Ah, Miss Carpenter, splendid. Do come right in," he said with an inviting smile. He glanced up at the clock on the far wall. It was five minutes to four. He watched the attractive young lady enter quietly and close the door behind herself. "Set the lock, please, Miss Carpenter. You never know who might be wandering around after hours, and we can't be too careful, can we?" She turned and gazed at him pensively, then shook her head in response. "God almighty, she's stunning," Benjamin said to himself. A litany of rationalizations played in her head as Melissa walked slowly to the front of the classroom. Although she'd told herself repeatedly that she had nothing to fear, and that everything was going to be just fine, Melissa was very apprehensive. Her body language must have given her true feelings away, because as she approached, Mr. Johnson rose from his seat, moved around to the front of the desk, and leaned against it. "Why the long face?" he said, feigning sympathy. "It's so unbecoming on such a lovely young woman, Melissa." Then, after a brief pause, he asked again, "You don't mind if I call you by your first name, do you?" He smiled warmly at the charming teenager who'd stopped just out of reach a few feet away from him. She looked up at him with those deep blue eyes of hers and shook her head. Then she tried to smile. "That's better," her history teacher said, looking her up and down. Melissa thought she could feel him touching her with his eyes. It made her shiver inside, and suddenly she had a powerful urge to get the hell out of there. "Take it easy, Melissa," she told herself. "Just relax. Think about Trevor." "Come closer, Melissa," Mr. Johnson said affectionately and held out his hand to her. "I don't bite," he chuckled. Melissa stood gazing at the man for a full minute while she tried to decide whether or not to stay or run. He was pudgy and balding and old enough to be her dad. Everything about Mr. Johnson, in fact, was repugnant to Melissa, but deep down inside, past all of the optimistic justification and sunny good time feelings, Melissa knew what she was going to have to do. She knew that it was the only way that Trevor would stand a chance to go on to college. But in spite of her strong feelings for the lad, she simply didn't know if she was ready to admit it to herself or to go through with it. With a resigned sigh, Melissa Carpenter placed her small hand in his. Her subtle perfume permeated his senses as Benjamin Johnson pulled her closer, and it was all he could do not to take her right then and there. "Patience, Ben, old man," he chided himself. "You are indeed a beautiful child, Melissa," Mr. Johnson said huskily. "Trevor is a lucky young man." She was less than two feet away now, blushing hotly. "So self-conscious," he thought to himself. "Speaking of Trevor, my dear, were you able to postpone your date without too much difficulty?" "Uh huh," Melissa answered meekly, staring at the floor. Mr. Johnson dropped her hand, then placed two fingers beneath her chin and raised her face up to his. "Let's see that pretty smile again, Melissa," he coaxed, and reluctantly she complied. "That's my girl. You're so much prettier when you smile for me." He paused for a minute while he drank in her beauty. "I'm glad you've decided to be nice, Melissa," he told her, then moved his hand from her chin to her cheek. Her skin was like satin, but abruptly she recoiled and turned away. "Don't be shy, Melissa. You're not shy around Trevor, are you?" That got her attention, and she looked up at him impetuously. Her expression was no longer docile. Her eyes were the color of arctic ice, blue and cold, and just beneath the surface of those frigid pools danced the blistering flames of enmity. "I'll bet you can fight like a tiger when aroused, or fuck like one," Benjamin silently mused. Melissa made a withdrawal on her spiritual reserves and faced her history teacher. "Do what you think is right with me, Mr. Johnson, but let's leave Trevor out of this, OK," she said scornfully. "To the contrary," Johnson countered. "Mr. Williams is the main reason we're here." His crafty smile was back. "If you recall, my dear, we agreed to meet to discuss the pact we made with each another. Then we can get on with your tutoring," the older man explained patiently. "What pact?" Melissa asked contemptuously. "You know very well what pact, Melissa. The arrangement we made to keep Mr. Williams' larcenous activities a secret," Mr. Johnson expounded. "We decided earlier today that you were going to come here this afternoon and help to convince me that I should ignore my duty as an educator in order to help our a friend." "But you made me come here," Melissa said, bristling for a fight. "You don't care about Trevor. All you want is... is..." She fell silent, unable to complete the sentence, but they both knew what she meant. She'd voiced her suspicions. Now the ball was in his court. "I didn't make you come here, young lady," Mr. Johnson said. His harsh tone of voice caused Melissa to take a step back. "Good," he thought. "She can be intimidated fairly easily, anyway." "I asked you to come here, Miss Carpenter. I asked you to come here and help me to help Trevor," he lectured sternly, causing her to avert her gaze. "Like I told you earlier today, I think the world of Trevor Williams.He's an honest, hardworking boy who deserves a break, but because of your selfishness, Miss Carpenter, Trevor is in some very hot water. He paused to let his words sink in. "Do you understand me, young lady?" he asked, closing the gap between them in one step. The pretty teenager started to move away from him, but he grabbed her rather roughly by the shoulders, cutting off her retreat. "I asked you a question, Miss Carpenter." Melissa looked up at the man. Her expression was a mixture of fear and loathing. "OK... OK... I understand," she said bitterly. Abruptly, Mr. Johnson softened. "Hey, let's not start off like this. I want us to be friends." She looked away again. "So help me, Melissa," he said, shaking her lightly. "Help me to help Trevor." He waited, staring down at the top of her head until at last she looked up at him. "What do you want me to do?" Melissa asked in a small voice. Those were the words that Benjamin Johnson was waiting to hear. Soon the lovely Melissa Carpenter would be his. "To begin with," he said, releasing her and leaning casually back against the edge of his desk, "we need to start being honest with each other, if we're going to be friends, Melissa." Melissa stood staring at her history teacher rather blankly. She had no idea what to expect next from the man. "What do you mean?" she asked naively. "Why don't you start by telling me honestly what you offered Mr. Williams in return for his pilfering the answers to the exam for you." Melissa was caught completely by surprise. She flushed beet red and didn't know whether to be embarrassed or angry. "I... I..." she croaked. "Come now, Melissa. You and I both know that Trevor is an excellent student and an impeccably honest young man. You must have made him a very attractive offer for him to compromise his moral principles in such a manner." He smiled as he watched the girl squirm. "I... I..., but!" she said, still totally flustered. "I'll bet I know what you promised our forthright young man," Mr. Johnson said with a sly smile. Then he winked at her. Slowly, Melissa regained at least a part of her composure. She knew the moment of truth was at hand, so steeling herself, she faced her American History teacher. "What exactly are you saying, Mr. Johnson?" Melissa asked, being purposely vague. Johnson smiled at her little game of cat and mouse. He could play along for a little while longer. "I have a lot of respect for Mr. Williams, my dear, but he is very young," he pointed out. "I suspect that quite possibly he was swayed by the promise of maybe indulging in your charms, causing him to ignore his better judgment and end up in trouble." Melissa found that his purring banter was becoming extremely aggravating, and she wondered if he would ever get to the point. "I, on the other hand, am quite a bit more experienced, and am not so easily persuaded," Johnson maintained. "I think you should make me the same offer that you made Trevor, Miss Carpenter. Yes, indeed," he said. "If it's good enough to motivate Trevor Williams to steal for you, then it will probably be adequate to assure my continued cooperation and confidentiality. Let's find out, shall we?" Johnson said. His wicked smile seemed to be permanently embossed on his face now. "But..," he said, holding up his hand. "Like I told you before. I won't be as easy to convince as Mr. Williams was. You two have been seeing each other for two years, you said. Mr. Williams has a big head start, so you and I have a lot of catching up to do, my dear. I'd like to check out what I'm getting for my cooperation, young lady. Then I'll decide if I think you're worth me turning my back on my professional ethics." Melissa was utterly flabbergasted. The man was insane. He made her feel like a piece of raw material that he wished to test before he used it. "Professional ethics!" she spat. "Professional ethics! Who do you think you're kidding," she said in disgust. "Now let's not be rude, young lady," her history teacher said, cutting short her tirade. Then quite unexpectedly, he pushed himself forward, walked around his desk, and sat down in his seat. Melissa stood gaping at the man, not knowing what to expect next, but whatever it was, she was pretty sure she wouldn't be too wild about it. She didn't have to wait very long. "Come around here, Melissa," Mr. Johnson said tersely. She hesitated. "Remember, with one telephone call," he threatened, producing a small cellular phone from his jacket pocket, "I can ensure that Trevor Williams' future is a bleak one indeed." "But, Mr. Johnson," Melissa said miserably as she moved slowly around the big desk toward the rotund little history teacher. "Oh, stop your whining, young lady. Why, you'd think you were six years old," he scolded. As soon as she was within reach, Mr. Johnson took Melissa by the hips, spun her around so that she faced away from him, and then pulled her back until the backs of her legs almost touched his knees. Leaning back in his seat, Mr. Johnson took a good look at his prospective prize before commenting, "You have a lovely figure, Miss Carpenter. I'll bet you get a lot of exercise, don't you, my dear." Melissa could hardly have anticipated what occurred next. Mr. Johnson hadn't even finished his compliment when his right hand moved up under her skirt like lightning. Before Melissa knew what was happening, her history teacher was sawing his hand back and forth between her legs, and allowing his fingertips to trail over some rather private areas of her anatomy. "Very nice, my dear. Very nice," he murmured. "Nnnnn...," Melissa gasped between clenched teeth as soon as her mind caught up and commanded her body to react. She raised up on her tiptoes and tried to pull away, but her teacher easily restrained her by gripping her inner thigh with the one trespassing hand and holding her tightly by her left hip with the other. Even while he held her thus, effectively preventing her from escaping, his right hand remained quite busy. Reveling in the moist feminine heat he found between her supple thighs, Mr. Johnson pressed upward against her with his thumb and first two fingers. "Stop," she cried out of both fear and frustration, and a bit too loudly for her teacher's liking. "Hush, Melissa!" Mr. Johnson admonished her from behind. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear us, not when we're just starting to get acquainted." He chuckled at his witticism. "Now hold still. Christ, you'd think you've never been touched by a man before." "But it, I mean, I..." she whimpered woefully, but failed to finish expressing her grievance. "That's not like her," Benjamin reflected. He hadn't known Melissa for very long other than on an academic level, but one thing was for certain about this little debutante. She didn't take personal criticism well at all. "Why didn't she refute me on that one?" he wondered. Acting purely on a hunch, he removed his hand from between Melissa's legs and turned her around to face him. She was beet red from embarrassment, "and what else?" Johnson pondered. Keeping his hands on her hips, he studied the lovely teenager for a moment. He kept trying to catch her eye, but each time he did, she would quickly look away. Finally, he was forced to order her to look at him. Ever so reluctantly, she faced him. Her eyes clearly expressed her uneasiness and confusion. "Such dichotomy of character," Benjamin mused. "One minute she's the scrapper, headstrong and confident, and the next the timid little girl. I guess I never will understand what goes on in the mind of a young lady in her teens," he concluded. In any case, it wasn't her mind that he was after. "You need to relax, my dear," Mr. Johnson began by speaking soothingly. Meanwhile, he allowed his hands to travel gently down the flanks of her thighs, stopping at her knees. "You're so tense, child, and your muscles are all in knots," he commented as he started to massage the backs of her thighs, kneading their firm muscles as he moved his hands slowly upward over the soft velvet of her skirt. All the while, he kept his eyes fixed on hers. "Are you always this nervous and uptight when you're around boys, Melissa?" His hands moved back downward, rubbing, squeezing. "Are you this skittish when you're with Trevor?" he asked, staring pointedly into her big blue eyes. "Well, no, but..." she replied softly. His hands started back up, then stopped just below the hem of her skirt. Everything was progressing famously, albeit a little slowly. Mr. Johnson glanced quickly at the clock on the far wall. Four forty-two, it read. He had plenty of time, and his comforting tone of voice and concerned questions were serving to distract the girl, quite successfully. "Do you and Trevor," he stopped to make sure she was listening to him. "Do you and Trevor get intimate with each other often, Melissa?" He slid his hands under her skirt then slowly up the backs of her thighs. Melissa stared at him for a few seconds, then looked away, but before she did, Benjamin distinctly saw a tiny glint of... "Guilt, maybe? I wonder," he speculated. Then again, it could quite possibly have been a reaction to the fact that his hands were up under her skirt again. The flesh of her thighs was wonderfully firm and resilient beneath skin like satin. Johnson waited to see how she would respond. "Mr. Johnson, I," she started, then hesitated, blushing hotly and averting her gaze. "You what, Melissa?" he prompted immediately. "And please look at me when you speak to me, Melissa. It's the only polite thing to do," he pointed out to her. He waited, sensing that she was about to divulge something rather personal in nature. "With the right motivation," he reminded himself. His hands rested just below her hips now, and he could feel the soft fabric of her little panties beneath his palms."What did you want to tell me, Melissa?" he coaxed in a more earnest tone of voice. She began to squirm in his hands. "You and Mr. Williams have been intimate with each other, haven't you?" Benjamin then asked a bit incredulously. "I mean nowadays, many young ladies start a lot younger than you are," he added. He felt the thin elastic waistband of her panties beneath his fingertips. "Answer me, Miss Carpenter," he requested rather brusquely. "You're not a virgin still, are you?" "No...I mean, well but...." Melissa responded right away. She looked highly agitated. Benjamin had her right where he wanted her. She was confused and embarrassed, yet at the same time she would wish to maintain an air of maturity. He knew that being considered mature meant everything to a girl Melissa's age. "But what, Miss Carpenter? Either you are or you aren't. There's no in between," Mr. Johnson said patronizingly. He studied her lovely face, but again she refused to look him in the eye. The timing couldn't have been any more perfect. "I think we need to get to the bottom of this little mystery right now, Miss Carpenter," Mr. Johnson declared, and with that, he hooked his thumbs over the little elastic band. "Let's just take these down," he muttered and swiftly drew her panties down to her ankles. It all happened so quickly that Melissa didn't realize she'd been stripped of her underwear until she heard her history teacher tell her from his bent-over position to pick her left foot up. Even then it was like a dream, or nightmare rather. "Now the other foot. That's it," she heard the man speak as if from a great distance. Melissa didn't recall losing her balance and catching herself with a hand on Mr. Johnson's shoulder as she obediently stepped out of her panties for him. She was so very flustered and bewildered by his earlier barrage of very personal questions, some of which had triggered feelings and memories she'd wanted to forget, that in fact, Melissa didn't remember much about the episode at all. It wasn't until she felt her history teacher's fingers start to fumble with the single button on the front of her black velvet skirt, that Melissa returned to the present, but by then it was too late. "Wha..?" she exclaimed dumbly then glanced down when she felt the skirt fall around her feet. A second later she looked back up at her teacher, but this time it was he who refused to look her in the eye. Benjamin's attention was directed elsewhere, you see. Melissa Carpenter stood before him dressed only in her little pink sleeveless pullover, the tail of which ended just below her navel. Below that line of hot pink cotton curved the softness of her lower abdomen, and below that... Well, let's just say that Benjamin Johnson was left breathless at the sight. "Oh, my dear, sweet, child," he managed to get out at last. His eyes were riveted to the enchanting golden triangle between the young girl's thighs. Melissa's wispy soft blond curls were surprisingly sparse, and allowed him to clearly see her wide, heavy labia majora beneath. Johnson wanted more than anything to reach out and stroke that soft coat, but managed to control himself for the time being. "Please don't, Mr. Johnson," Melissa pleaded and then covered herself with both hands when she couldn't stand having the man stare at her down there for another second. She pressed her knees together and turned away. Benjamin let her turn. He wanted to get a better look at her backside anyway, and oh, what a treat that turned out to be. Fearing that she might try to get away from him, although he didn't know where she would go, dressed as she was, Johnson placed a hand on Melissa's left side above her hip, his fingertips reaching nearly half way around her slim waist. "Don't be shy, my dear," he cooed to her as he placed his other hand onto one exquisitely shaped orb of her plump little butt. "Like I told you before, you have a lovely figure. You should be proud of your body, not ashamed or afraid of it, Melissa," Mr. Johnson said softly as he rubbed her backside almost reverently. She flinched slightly when he let his fingers delve ever so slightly into the mysterious, dark valley between rolling hills of milk white, warm and supple flesh. "Don't hide yourself from me, Melissa," her teacher said as he unexpectedly peeked around her left side. She tried to rotate her hips farther in order to escape his probing eyes, but this time he restrained her. "Take your hands away, Melissa" he instructed her, and gently grabbed the forearm of one offending hand. Turning quickly, Melissa looked over her shoulder at him with big puppy dog eyes. "But Mr. Johnson," she whimpered. "Please, Mr. Johnson. I... I just can't." She was close to tears now and started to struggle with him weakly as he tried to coax her to uncover herself. "What can't you do, sweetheart?" Mr. Johnson cooed in mock sympathy. He pulled her left hand around behind her back. "I can't... Noooo," she cried louder as her history teacher turned her gently yet inexorably around until she faced him once again. She crouched slightly, knees held tightly together with her right hand still jammed into her crotch. "Now we'll have no more of this behavior, Miss Carpenter," the older man said more forcefully. "You're a beautiful young woman, and I for one would like to see more of you. Take your hand away this instant, Melissa!" he ordered the stunned little beauty. Reaching behind her left thigh, he grabbed her just below her buttock and yanked her closer and none too gently. Melissa dropped her hand as she stumbled forward, granting Mr. Johnson an unobstructed, close-up view of her treasures. Positioning her between his knees, Johnson said in a slightly softer tone of voice, "There, now. That's much better. Let's you and I not start off our relationship fighting, my dear," he murmured affectionately. "Remember we have Mr. Williams to think about." Melissa stiffened at the mention of Trevor's name. She couldn't remember ever having been in a more dreadful situation. She couldn't believe this was really happening, yet there she stood, in front of her American History Teacher, naked from the waist down. Melissa imagined she could feel his eyes caressing her, probing into her secret places. Not even Trevor had seen her like this before. Melissa was thoroughly mortified. "Now, back to my question," Mr. Johnson said in a conversational tone. To his credit, he managed to tear his eyes away from the girl's enticing plumpness and gaze up at her from his seat with a look of genuine curiosity on his pudgy face. Then after waiting a minute for her to respond, he prompted, "Well, Melissa, which is it?" With a perplexed look, the pretty teenager asked him, "W.. What do you mean?" "Are you a virgin or not?" Mr. Johnson replied in mock surprise. At first Melissa stared at him with a look of utter torment on her face. She opened her mouth to speak once or twice but couldn't make a sound. Finally, she looked away in shame. Benjamin asked her again, and again she was either unable or unwilling to answer him. After a minute, he said to her, "It hurts my feelings, Melissa, that you choose to keep secrets from me. Do you keep secrets from Mr. Williams too?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. No response. With a sigh, Mr. Johnson said, "Very well, then, have it your way, my dear, but I wish you'd be more forthright with me. I mean we're going to find out sooner or later." Slowly, Melissa turned to face him. Her deep blue eyes were distant and troubled. Benjamin sensed just from looking at her that she was hiding something about which she was deeply chagrined, something that troubled her even more than standing half naked in front of her history teacher. Eventually it would have to come out, but he could be patient, and besides, Benjamin figured he could find far better ways to amuse himself for the time being. "I'm going to put my hand on you, now, Melissa," he said flatly. "I expect for you to hold very still, and I promise I won't hurt you," he added sincerely as he placed his free hand on her tummy, effectively preventing her from escaping from between his knees. Then with no further comment, he slipped his hand downward and cupped her fabulously resilient flesh. "No don't, Mr. Johnson!" Melissa cried out in dismay. Then she jammed her hands between her thighs, pushing her teacher's hand aside. For a brief moment in time, Benjamin Johnson had touched heaven. Never in his life had he felt such immaculate softness, and yet she was so very plump and firm at the same time. "Take your hands away, young lady," Mr. Johnson ordered the distressed teenager. He looked up at her sternly from his seated position. Her face was flushed a rosy shade of pink both from embarrassment and anxiety. "I said remove your hands right now, Melissa." Then abruptly he removed his hands from her and sat back in his chair. "Unless, of course, you've decided to call off our arrangement. In which case, I'll be stopping by Mr. Gillmore's house on my way home to discuss the future of your Mr. Trevor Williams. Is that what you would like for me to do, Miss Carpenter? Do you wish to reconsider, or do you want me to stop?" he asked the unhappy blond beauty. "Yes! I mean, no, Mr. Johnson," she whined. "I don't want Trevor to suffer because of me, but I just don't know if I can do this," she whined despondently. Mr. Johnson sat for several moments, gazing at the young blond before he spoke. She was so adorable. "And why is that, my dear?" he queried the girl, trying a new tack. "Why is what?" Melissa asked. "Why is it you feel that you can't go on?" Johnson said. "It's all perfectly natural. I'm a man. You're a woman. I mean look at you, standing here next to me with no pants on and all. Tell me, have you ever gone this far before, Melissa?"She obviously had to think about that one. "No, not really. Well... kind of," she said and started to squirm. "It was that 'virgin/no virgin' thing again," Benjamin told himself. "I realize this is a little awkward for you, Melissa, but if you'd just relax a little, I think you might learn to enjoy it," he said sincerely. Then he sighed and fell silent for a moment. "At the risk of being indelicate, I feel like we need to come to an understanding, Melissa," he began again in a businesslike tone of voice. Once again he reached toward her, and once again she tried to recoil from his touch. Mr. Johnson didn't utter a sound, but there was no mistaking the look on his face. Melissa instantly reconsidered and allowed him to place his hand onto her left hip. Then he scooted up to the edge of his chair and put his other hand on her right hip. Looking Melissa straight in the eye, Mr. Johnson turned her so that she faced him directly, then he said in no uncertain terms, "I am going to make love to you this afternoon, Miss Carpenter. I think you know that." He watched her blue eyes grow wide with concern, and her mouth practically fell open. Johnson continued. "Whether or not you choose to enjoy it, is entirely up to you, my dear, but you will accommodate me. I don't think we need to rehash the consequences should you fail to cooperate. Do I make myself clear, young lady?" he asked her directly. Melissa stood between his knees considering her limited options and feeling totally defeated while her teacher's eyes bored into her. She knew that she had no choice. There was no way out. She'd wanted to save herself for Trevor, but that simply wasn't going to be. If she was lucky, perhaps he'd never know. Slowly Melissa looked up at the older man. Their eyes met. She nodded her consent. "That's better, Melissa. That's my girl," Mr. Johnson said, warming right away. He squeezed the firm flesh above her hips affectionately. "Now let's have a closer look at you," her teacher said, wasting no time. "Trevor is one lucky man to associate with such a dedicated young woman. You must care a great deal for him. Don't you, my dear?" he asked rhetorically. Melissa nodded dumbly, then watched transfixed as her history teacher leaned forward in his chair and studied her closely. It was all she could do not to turn away or cover herself with her hands. Then for the second time that afternoon, she felt his hand upon her. "Oh... gdddd!" Melissa groaned softly through clenched teeth, as his fingers moved over her, touching... pushing... probing, until she thought she would scream. "Spread your feet apart a bit more for me, Melissa," Mr. Johnson instructed her. His hand moved farther between her trembling thighs. "Tell me, Melissa, sweetheart," Mr. Johnson asked, tugging playfully at her wispy coat. "Do you shave yourself... for swimming, I mean?" "Huh... wha...what?" she replied breathlessly. He cupped her firmly and began to palpate her private flesh slowly and rhythmically, allowing her soft blond curls to slide between his fingers. "You know," he said in a perfectly calm voice. "Many girls find it desirable to shave themselves down here in order to wear those fashionable new swim suits, but your pubic curls are so naturally sparse and fair, I was just curious if you shave. Just an innocent question, my dear, one friend to another." He smiled up at the confused teenager. Meanwhile, Johnson pressed upward with his four fingers against Melissa's meaty labia. For a fifteen year old, she was remarkably well endowed. Resisting the temptation to slip a finger between those marvelous lobes of flesh, Mr. Johnson, moving his fingers in pairs apart then together, he in turn opened then closed Melissa again and again. "Hhhhooohhh!" the pretty teen exhaled, feeling the cool classroom air against her moist intimate petals. Mr. Johnson felt a powerful tremor pass through her slim figure. "Does Mr. Williams touch you like this, my child?" her teacher asked as he continued to rub and push and squeeze, slowly and firmly. "Does he, Melissa?" Melissa glanced down first at his hand between her legs, then into his eyes. Her blue eyes were troubled but somehow remote and unfocused. She shook her head distractedly. Mr. Johnson smiled knowingly up at her. "That's too bad, because I think you like being touched like this. Don't you, Melissa? Don't you, baby?" he cooed softly. "Nnnn!" Melissa groaned between clenched teeth, but his hand kept rubbing and squeezing and... It was driving her mad. Again, a tremor wracked her body. "Now don't fib to me, Melissa," he said in a patronizing tone. "I can tell, you know," he added. The expression on her face was marvelous to behold when felt her teacher's finger slipped much too easily between the outer gates of her citadel. Melissa thought she heard him mention something about her being very wet, but at that particular point in time, she found it rather difficult to concentrate on anything other than the wonderment of his inquiring digit as it stroked slowly back and forth, seeking her out her deepest secrets. "Nooo!" Melissa cried quite adamantly when his finger tip started to tickle around her vaginal portal. Suddenly she reached down with both hands and grabbed Mr. Johnson's wrist. At the same time she clamped her thighs together tightly on his marauding hand. Mr. Johnson didn't fight her, but neither did he remove his hand from between Melissa's legs. Instead he stared patiently up at her and didn't speak for several seconds. Melissa didn't know what to do and was about to plead with her teacher not to make her go any farther, when he spoke. "Shall I call Mr. Gillmore, Melissa?" he asked her succinctly. Melissa was crushed, and felt like bursting into tears, but she somehow knew that would accomplish nothing with Mr. Johnson other than to make her look even more like a child. Without his even having to ask her, Melissa slowly relaxed the muscles behind the smooth skin of her thighs. Then finally she dropped her hands to her sides and stood staring at her feet, feeling dispirited and hopeless. "That's better," Mr. Johnson said, giving her a playful squeeze on the bottom with his free hand. "I feel certain that Mr. Williams will appreciate the fact that you've chosen to cooperate, Melissa. Not only will you be insuring his academic future, but think of the experience you'll bring into your relationship with Trevor. I'm sure the work we do here today will be beneficial to you young people in the long run." Melissa wasn't really listening to her history teacher, rather her attention was focused on his finger tip which once gain hovered near her entrance, swirling over the moist folds of her labia minora. Benjamin watched her expression carefully. There was little doubt that she was distressed by their arrangement, but there was no mistaking the blush of color in her cheeks either. On more than one occasion, he felt her push against his hand, when he touched a particularly sensitive spot, and whereas just a few minutes ago, Melissa had been relatively dry, his finger tip now glided over supple petals slippery with dew. From time to time the two of them exchanged poignant glances while he worked with her, and after a few more minutes, he deemed her ready. Melissa's eyes spoke volumes, and Benjamin was fortunate enough to take in every nuance of expression as he slowly pushed his long middle finger into the lovely teenager. Besides the obvious consternation involved with being handled contrary to her wishes, there was something else in Melissa's expression. Anxious anticipation could best describe what he saw in her eyes, as though some long kept secret was about to be discovered. Johnson met with no resistance as he slowly worked his finger in past the second knuckle. Then he paused for a moment and asked, "You mentioned that you and Mr. Williams aren't intimate with each other, did you not, my dear?" "Uh... uh..., Ohhh," Melissa groaned as his finger moved about inside of her. "Answer me, Melissa," Mr. Johnson ordered. "It's obvious that you've been with someone at some point in time." He waited. "Who took your virginity, Melissa? Have you been playing around with someone behind Trevor's back? That's not very nice, Melissa," he glared up at the distressed girl. "Now tell me who your lover is, young lady." He pushed his finger in a little deeper, and felt her clamp down in an effort to resist him. "It's nobody!" she blurted out suddenly in anger and frustration. It was bad enough that her history teacher was blackmailing her into having sex with him, but he also seemed to insist upon asking her some very indelicate questions. "Nobody?" Mr. Johnson sounded dubious. "How could nobody penetrate your hymen, Melissa?" he asked sarcastically. As he spoke, he pressed his thumb to the top of Melissa's carnal rift and began to rub her slowly in tight circles. Melissa shuddered from the electrifying sensations that leapt from under his thumb and coursed through her body. It was becoming harder and harder for her to concentrate. "Ohhhh..." she moaned unconsciously. Mr. Johnson smiled, and after a few seconds he asked, "Are you listening to me, my dear?" "Uh.. Huh," she nodded distractedly. "Then tell me who you had sex with, Melissa, and how old you were at the time." "W..why?" the pretty teen asked bitterly. "Because, I want to know all about you, Melissa. After all, in a very few minutes, you and I are going to become much better friends," he said with a wry chuckle. Melissa shot him a cold look. "Who's your secret boyfriend, Melissa?" her teacher asked again unrelentingly. As he watched her face, he saw her indignation rise like mercury up a thermometer. "It was an accident, OK!" she blurted out when she could contain herself no longer. "I don't have a secret boyfriend, OK!" "I see," Mr.Johnson responded calmly. "Tell me about this 'accident'," he said. He began to move his middle finger slowly in and out. She was wonderfully tight, and her vaginal muscles were surprisingly athletic. She looked down at his hand, then into his eyes. She hesitated, then asked in a small, uncomfortable voice, "Do you have to... do that, Mr. Johnson?" "Do what, my dear?" he asked with a smile. Another hesitation. "You know. With your finger," she murmured, then she shivered all over. "Yes, I do, Melissa," he replied and offered no further explanation. "Now about that 'accident'," he added. He pushed his finger all the way in, causing her to groan softly and her tummy muscles to flex. Melissa gave him a perplexed look, then in a barely audible voice, she said, "My friend, Cassidy did it." "I beg your pardon, Melissa. Speak up, please," her teacher responded. "I said, Cassidy Wilson did it, but it was by accident," she added emphatically. Then she hesitated, and only when Mr. Johnson raised his eyebrows did she reluctantly disclose her tale. "We found her mother's vibrator thing," Melissa explained, blushing hotly. "We both tried it, Cassidy went first, and I held it for her. Then it was my turn," she said. "It felt really weird." Melissa squirmed a bit in his grasp, remembering that day and those strange new sensations. Johnson held his finger still for the moment and let her continue with her story without distraction. "Go on," he prompted. "Cassidy was holding it for me. You know, between my legs." Melissa's face was beet red now as she recounted the events of that momentous afternoon. "Cassidy kept pushing the thing against my... my," she hesitated. "My, you know, down there." She nodded down at his hand between her thighs. "I guess I flinched. I don't know. It felt so strange, and it made the muscles in my legs twitch." Unconsciously, Melissa squeezed her teacher's finger. She looked anxious and confused. "Go on, Melissa. Then what happened?" Mr. Johnson asked. "I don't know, I... I think maybe I must have accidentally moved my hips or something at the same time that Cassidy was pushing the thing against me, and then...." She hesitated again. "Well..." Then she stopped and stared down at her teacher. "This is really embarrassing, you know," she whined. "I know," Mr. Johnson replied flatly. "Tell me what happened next, Melissa." Again, she gave him that perplexed look of disbelief. It was priceless. "There was some blood... not a lot. Cassidy pulled it out right away. It didn't hurt much, but it scared both of us to death. Neither of us really knew what Cassidy had done to me at the time, but both of us promised we'd never tell anyone." It was all Benjamin could do not to laugh. In fact, several moments passed before he could speak in a composed manner. "Miss Wilson must know by now that she took your virginity that day. Has she ever said anything to you about it?" The uncomfortable girl gazed at him curiously. "Well, yeah. I guess so. I mean, she said she was sorry and all," Melissa replied after a second. "What difference does it make, anyway? It was an accident, like I said," she said a little testily. "Now, don't get cross with me, my dear," her teacher replied calmly. He started to move his finger again, probing about inside of Melissa and making her shudder. "I was just curious, that's all. It's not every day that I meet a young lady who lost her virginity to a girlfriend. Perhaps I'll have a word with Miss Wilson about this at a later date," he mused. "No, wait, Mr. Johnson. You don't understand. Cassidy didn't mean to...." Melissa began with an alarmed expression on her pretty face, but her history teacher interrupted her before she could finish. It was too late, anyway. Benjamin Johnson had already made a mental note to contact Miss Cassidy Wilson at his next opportunity for a little heart-to-heart chat. "So you're telling me that Miss Wilson took your virginity, and that you've not been with a man since that day. Is that correct, Melissa?" She stared at him for a moment in silence, nodded her head, then looked away. Benjamin gazed at her for several seconds, then he shook his head and said, "I still find it difficult to imagine that such an attractive young lady hasn't yet taken a lover. Be that as it may," he went on. "I must say that the prospect of helping you to discover the wonders of physical love is very intriguing, my dear. I believe we are both in for a very pleasant experience." Melissa stared at her history teacher with considerable displeasure, but before she could respond to his rather assuming remark, Mr. Johnson said quite unexpectedly, "Squeeze my finger, Melissa." "W-what?" the teenager asked, shocked. "W-what did you say?" "I said, squeeze my finger. Don't play dumb with me, Melissa. You know what I want. Use the same muscles you use when you want to stop peeing." He moved his finger in and out of her a couple of times while he stared fixedly up at the stunned young girl. "Squeeze my finger, Melissa," he repeated. It had to be one of the most loathsome and dehumanizing things anyone had ever asked of her, but Melissa knew by now that she had little choice in the matter. Benjamin felt her slowly bear down. "Good," he said. "Again, please." Melissa couldn't remember ever having been more embarrassed. "Harder," Mr. Johnson demanded. Then he began to move his finger in and out again. "Relax when I push and squeeze when I pull out, Melissa," he instructed the bewildered, indignant teenager. "Good," he said when he felt her start to comply with his instructions. "A few more times, and I believe you'll be ready." "Huh?" she looked at him, obviously alarmed. "Squeeze my finger, Melissa. Concentrate," was his only reply. After what seemed like hours, Mr. Johnson finally extracted his finger from the girl, and the wooden chair legs groaned against the linoleum as he stood. "I want you to see something, my dear," her teacher said casually. He held his hand up in front of Melissa's face and began to rub his thumb and middle finger together slowly. "You're a very wet young lady, Melissa," he commented with a cynical smile. Melissa thought she would simply die as she stared in horror at Mr. Johnson's hand. Not only was his middle finger, the one which had done the majority of the trespassing, but his other fingers and his thumb as well, were uniformly coated with a silky, clear fluid. Gazing in stunned disbelief at her teacher's fingers, Melissa felt mildly sick to her stomach. She realized that in spite of the fact that he was forcing her to accept his repugnant attentions, the despicable little man had also somehow been able to arouse her. Melissa had never felt more ashamed. "Let's take your blouse off now, my dear," Mr. Johnson said to the appalled teenager. Melissa was still so shocked, in fact, from the revelation concerning her unanticipated sexual arousal, that she unconsciously raised her hands over her head when he asked, making it easier for him to remove her top. He tossed the blouse onto his desk, then stooped, picked up her velvet skirt, and placed it on the desk as well. "You always wear such pretty things, Melissa," Mr. Johnson purred. "That's one of the things that I find most attractive about you, my dear." Melissa wasn't sure whether to take that as a compliment or not, considering the circumstances. "Turn for me, now, Melissa," her teacher said in a gentler tone. Gripping her lightly by her shoulders, he helped her to turn, facing away from him. "I want to see your little titties, my dear," he added gruffly, and before Melissa knew it, he'd unfastened the tiny catch at the back and slipped the thin straps of her brassiere over her shoulders, causing the small garment to slide down her arms and fall to the floor. "We'll pick that up in a minute," Mr. Johnson said as, without the slightest warning, he slipped his hands under Melissa's arms and around her torso. He then cupped her small breasts and pulled her naked body back against his. Melissa was too surprised to resist as he began to knead the firm flesh of her two perfect breast cones. Nobody had ever done that to her before. "Why Trevor had never even seen her breasts, let alone touched them," the girl thought absently to herself. Melissa shivered when her teacher nuzzled his lips against her neck. "Mmmm..." he murmured into her soft hair. "You smell so fresh, Melissa, sweetheart," Mr. Johnson whispered, then began to kiss her neck and the top of her shoulder. "But, Mr. Johnson, I..." she began. "Hush now, little one," he said as he nibbled behind her ear. "Ohhhh," Melissa moaned when he pressed her little breasts against her chest, flattening the precious cones between her ribs and the palms of his hands. Next, he pinched her tiny nipples and stretched her breasts outward from her chest, before he finally released them, causing the resilient flesh to snap back into its immaculate, original shape. Then, as he began to repeat the procedure, Mr. Johnson made what Melissa felt was a highly indecent proposal. "Why don't you touch yourself down there for a minute, Melissa, while I rub your pretty little titties some more. Would you do that for me, please?" he asked gruffly from just behind her ear. "What?" Melissa responded somewhat breathlessly. She couldn't believe he'd ask her to do something like that. "Mr. Johnson, I just can't," she whined rather pitifully. "And why not, my child?" her teacher murmured into her fragrant hair. "You let your girlfriend touch you," he reminded her. "You let me touch you, Melissa." He kneaded her shapely breasts with his hands, feeling the denser mammary glands beneath the softer fatty tissues. "Ohhh...ugghhhhhh," Melissa gasped. She felt his hot breath against the back of her neck. "Touch yourself, Melissa," Johnson repeated."Rub yourself down there, sweetheart. Keep yourself nice and wet for me, Melissa." His hands never seemed to rest, and Melissa felt sparks fly between her small erect nipples and his fingers as he fondled her. She shuddered all over. Then suddenly he reached around her, took Melissa by one of her wrists, and guided her hand downward. "But Mr. Johnson, I..." she moaned softly as he slid his hand over the back of hers and pressed it between her thighs. "Shhhhh.... That's my girl," Johnson murmured as he squeezed her hand with his own, causing her to clasp her intimate flesh. She pressed her butt back against his, trying to escape his attentions. "Make yourself wet for me, Melissa," he whispered, then began to kiss her neck and shoulders repeatedly while he helped her to get acquainted with herself. "You just keep touching yourself, Melissa," Mr. Johnson said when he unexpectedly removed his hands from her. Surprised, Melissa turned and looked back at him, but unconsciously, she kept her hand between her legs. She made quite the exquisite sight, standing naked before him. Mr. Johnson, resting one hand on her shoulder, quickly unbuckled his belt, dropped his trousers, and stepped out of them. "Keep rubbing yourself, Melissa," he instructed the confused girl as he placed his pants on the desk. She turned away in shame and embarrassment. She was definitely primed, for he could see that telltale flush of color in her shoulders, face, and neck, and surprisingly she began to move her hand slowly up and down between her legs. Mr. Johnson bent down and retrieved Melissa's bra from the floor along with her panties. The bra he placed on top of the growing pile of clothing on his desk top, but the panties he brought reverently up, and nuzzled his face into the soft satin. He nibbled at the smooth fabric with his lips and inhaled heady drafts of her intoxicating bouquet. Intermingled with the subtle perfume she wore, was that unmistakable, slightly unwashed scent that young ladies try so hard to disguise, but which made Benjamin Johnson's senses reel with delight. He could wait no longer. After tossing her fragrant undergarment on top of the pile, Benjamin reached out and took Melissa by her narrow waist. She jumped in surprise when he first touched her, for she'd been distracted by the odd sensations which were just beginning to make themselves known to her from somewhere deep in the center of her womanhood. "What?" Melissa asked rather distantly as her history teacher maneuvered her. Trading places with her, he turned her to face his desk. "Bend over, my dear, and put your hands on the desk," Johnson ordered somewhat impatiently. Even as she was following his instructions, it dawned upon Melissa what was about to happen. Somewhere in her subconscious, a small voice shouted for her to either fight or flee, but somehow it got lost in a haze of confusion, perhaps brought on by the intoxicating mixture of adrenalin and endorphin which flooded her system. Melissa had looked at a few "dirty magazines" with her girlfriends before, and had seen people "doing it" from behind. "Doggie style" they called it. She'd even seen a few pictures of couples "making love" standing up, but Melissa had always envisioned her first time as being in a big soft bed with satin sheets and lots of pillows. Wrapped in the strong arms of her faceless "Prince Charming", she would invite him atop her, and then.... "Spread your feet apart, Melissa," she heard her history teacher say, snapping her back to the present. He kicked lightly at her ankles until she did as he requested. Oddly, she still hadn't thought to resist. With one hand on her hip, he guided her into position, and all would have gone quite smoothly, except Melissa chose that moment to glance back at him over her shoulder. Perhaps it was that insistent "little voice" that finally got through to her, or maybe it was simply curiosity, but whatever the reason, the first thing Melissa saw when she turned was that which her history teacher held tightly in his right fist. From her angle, pretty much all Melissa could see was its bulbous head. It was dark purple in color and at least two inches in diameter. Melissa was stunned as she stared at the blunt head of the meaty battering ram, and while she looked on in growing horror, a drop of clear, viscous liquid formed at the mouth of a fairly large hole near its center. Melissa couldn't really tell how long the thing was, for most of it was obscured from sight behind Mr. Johnson's fist and forearm, but what she could see was covered with dark purple veins and sprouted out of a mat of black hair between his pale, chubby thighs. Melissa felt him tighten his grip on her waist as he took a step toward her. Pure fascination held her rooted in place long enough for him to move into position behind her, but when she felt the scalding hot tip of the beast touch the insides of her shapely buttocks, the alarm bells went off with a vengeance. Unfortunately, or fortunately as the case may be, her instinctive warning system reacted just a little too late. Since she was wholly inexperienced at the art of lovemaking and hadn't done too well in biology class either, Melissa didn't know that the vulva, or external genitalia of the human female, is specifically designed to facilitate the insertion of its male counterpart. Much like a socket, the buttocks, inner thighs, and labia all curve inward toward the vaginal entrance, forming a foyer or vestibule which is damn hard to miss. "W...wait, Mr. Johnson. P..please," Melissa gasped. It felt like a boiling hot billiard ball as it moved downward slightly, parting the heavy folds of her labia majora. She tried to shift her hips in an effort to move herself out of harm's way, but again, she acted too late. Her history teacher was already on the glide path. "N...nnno, wait, I..." she said breathlessly. "I can't do this. I can't!" she cried, and was about to make one last valiant effort to escape when suddenly she froze. Melissa felt herself begin to dilate, and like most young ladies will do at the exact time of entry, she became rooted in place as her body instinctively prepared to accept her lover. As if from a great distance, Melissa heard her history teacher coax her. "Sure you can, Melissa. Just relax, sweetheart. Don't fight me, Melissa. That's a good girl." He felt her begin to open up for him. "No, donnn't. Plea.... Ohhh...ohhh...uugnhh!" Melissa's final plea was cut short and ended in a rather unladylike expression of surprise. As a throbbing fire ball swelled between her thighs. Melissa felt like she was being torn asunder as she heard her history teacher say in a husky voice, "Sweetheart, I want you to meet the other `Mr. Johnson'!" It was a shame that he couldn't see her face, for her expression was priceless. Benjamin was beginning to have doubts about her carrying capacity, when at last her gates fell. As though her body decided to switch sides, Melissa threw her head back and rolled her shoulders forward. Intuitively, she arched her back to better align her vaginal passage, and with that, Miss Melissa Carpenter accepted her first lover. Not bad form for one so inexperienced. "Everything alright in there?" a man's voice called from outside the door of Room 207. He knocked a second time. It was the night watchman, Fred. Mr. Johnson cleared his throat and tried to speak. He stared into the startled eyes of the lovely young girl before him as she looked back at him over her right shoulder. Then quickly he glanced down to see about seven inches of his ten-inch engine still protruding from between the twin milky white globes of her perfect little rear end. The first three inches of him was in nirvana. "We're just fine, Fred," Mr. Johnson answered a bit hoarsely. Melissa shook her head imploringly and mouthed a silent, "Please". Her eyes gradually grew round and staring, then finally closed as her teacher slowly pulled her back onto himself, causing her to exhale loudly. Meanwhile, back in nirvana, the convoluted walls of her vaginal passage were thrust aside by the broad head of his manhood as he traveled another few inches into her interior. "Just helping a young lady to get caught up," Mr. Johnson called to the night security guard. He pulled back with his hips, extracting a few inches of his meaty engine from the girl. She shuddered. Inside, Melissa's exceptionally elastic muscles closed down behind him. "You sure you don't need any help?" the guard out in the hallway inquired. "I thought I heard a cry or something a minute ago." "Oh, yes, that was Miss Carpenter here," Mr. Johnson answered cheerfully. "She insists that I'm moving too fast." He winked at Melissa when she turned and stared at him in disbelief. Then without warning, Johnson shot his hips forward much more forcefully than the first time, and driving her down onto her elbows on top of the pile of their clothing. "Huuuuuhhhh," Melissa responded as softly as she could, considering the wind had just been knocked out of her. "I think we have everything well in hand," Mr. Johnson replied. "Well, if everything's OK, I guess I'll be movin' along," the guard said. "We'll be just fine, won't we, Miss Carpenter?" Johnson said, and then had to suppress a laugh when he saw the look that Melissa gave him. "Tell him you're OK," he whispered to the distressed girl. Holding her tightly by her waist, Mr. Johnson rocked his hips from side to side and maneuvered another inch of himself into the lovely girl. Melissa shuddered as the broad head of his penis moved forward into an area of her anatomy that had previously remained unexplored for almost sixteen years. "Answer him," Mr. Johnson snapped under his breath. Then he jabbed her lightly. "Huhh..I'm f..fine," she called out, struggling to keep her voice from faltering.Melissa and her friends had often talked about what it might feel like to be with a man, but none of their innocent musings could hold a candle to the all-encompassing fullness and internal fire Melissa experienced at the hands of her history teacher. Slowly, she lowered her head to the desktop and hoped she would survive. "Whack!" Melissa heard the impact of his palm against her right buttock even before she felt the sting. In an instant, she was up on her hands. Glaring back at Mr. Johnson, she hissed, "He's gonna hear us!" then nodded in the direction of the door. Johnson smiled at the anxious teenager and said, "He's gone for now. Anyway, Melissa, Fred's a good-looking chap. Who knows, you might want to become better acquainted with him someday," he added ominously. Melissa stared at her teacher in shock and was about to say something when he cut her off. "Arch your back, Melissa, and pay attention," he ordered. "Whack!" "Oww," she protested, as a glowing red handprint formed on her butt. "Arch your back!" Johnson growled. "Head up, shoulders forward." Melissa glared at him icily, but in the end, she did as she was told. She stared across the room at the faces of Presidents Washington, Jefferson, and Lincoln as she felt her history teacher's thick penis start to pull out of her. "Squeeze me, Melissa," Mr. Johnson said, pausing his egress from her momentarily. "Huh?" she said, looking back at him again. "You heard me. I said, squeeze me. Just like you did to my finger." Melissa stared at him for several seconds, until he raised his hand. "OK... OK..." she said hastily. While he gazed at her lovely face, her expression became distant. Then he felt her embrace him. She was like a steely soft vice. "Keep squeezing, just like that," Johnson instructed, as he began to inch his way out of her. Her strength was remarkable. It was like she was actually sucking on him. "Until I'm almost all the way out." He felt her start to tremble from the effort. When approximately one inch remained inside of Melissa, Johnson told her to relax. Then he removed his hands from her waist and placed them on his hips. "Very good, Melissa. Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Johnson winked at her when she shot him a hateful look. "OK. Now, my dear, if you're relaxed and ready, I want you to push yourself back onto me. Would you do that for me, please, Melissa." Again, he was forced to suppress a guffaw at the look of incredulity the teenager gave him. Mr. Johnson gave her a couple of seconds to think about it, then raised his hand over her pretty butt once more. "Do it, Melissa," he ordered. Melissa's abject humiliation was painted plainly on her face as she leaned back against her history teacher. A violent shiver coursed through her body as she slowly impaled herself on Mr. Johnson's "Mr. Johnson". Once she was fully on him, Mr. Johnson coached her through several repetitions of alternately flexing then relaxing her vaginal muscles around him. "If this ever becomes an Olympic sport, I'll gladly volunteer to be this little lady's trainer," Johnson mused silently. "Again, Melissa," he snapped. Five minutes flew by while he worked with the wonderful girl, then at last Mr. Johnson patted her on the rear and told her to take a break. "You're quite a talented young lady, Melissa," Mr. Johnson complimented her. "I just know we're going to work well together over the next few months." "Thanks a lot," she responded sarcastically, then realized what he'd said. "Next few months?" she cried in shock. "Why, of course, my dear. You don't think we can become close in just one evening? Think how long you've been dating Mr. Williams, Melissa. At least I deserve a chance to catch up, don't you think?" Melissa was speechless. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. She stared at the man whose penis currently occupied a goodly percentage of her available abdominal area and thought she would be sick. "I know... I know, Melissa. I don't expect for you to warm up to me overnight," Mr. Johnson cooed as he reached down and took her by her hips. "And I promise I won't make you rush into anything." Once again, he rocked his hips from side to side, worming his way deeper into the stunned young girl. "We'll take it nice and slow. You set the pace, my dear." Melissa's tummy bulged outward as the broad head of his penis nestled against her cervical os, and she felt the fronts of his hairy thighs press against the soft skin of her buttocks. Melissa was fully involved. "Like I said, we'll proceed at your pace, Melissa." Her history teacher removed his hands from her hips, and Melissa actually thought her ordeal was over for the night when unexpectedly Mr. Johnson said, "So, my sweet child. At your own speed. I want you to take your time and make love to me. Do it well, and we'll call it an evening. If, however, I think that you aren't concentrating or that you're not being attentive, then we'll simply have to keep working." After approximately twenty minutes, Melissa's mind went blank as she rocked steadily back and forth, again and again on her history teacher's heavy penis. Occasionally, he reminded her to squeeze at the appropriate times, and after a few minutes, he insisted that she look back and maintain eye contact with him. What truly sickened Melissa, however, was his incessant commentary regarding her "vaginal fitness" and "how well lubricated she was". Worst of all, though, were his constant references to Trevor and how "the two of them were doing him such a great service in so many ways". Suddenly, Mr. Johnson grabbed her by the hips and held her firmly onto himself. "Squeeze me, Melissa," he ordered a little breathlessly. "Again," he said when she complied. "Again," he gasped. "Keep doing that until I tell you to... Oh! Jesus!" Benjamin groaned loudly as he dug his fingers into her supple hips. At first, Melissa didn't know what was happening, when she felt something "flick" at her, deep inside. As she stared at Mr. Johnson's flushed and contorted face, she felt his dreadful penis twitch just before she felt that odd "flick" a second time. Then an unusual sort of liquid heat began to spread deep in her belly as she felt a third "flick". "Wait a minute," Melissa's mind cried. "That wasn't a `flick'. It was a spurt!" "Nooo, Mr. Johnson," the unhappy teenager moaned pitifully when she finally realized that she was being inseminated by the older man. "Please, Mr. Johnson. I'll get pregnant," she cried, trying to keep her voice down in case the security guard was about. She tried to pull away from him, but he held her little bottom tightly against his thighs. "Ohhhhh..." she moaned when yet another pulse of viscous hot semen "flicked" at her insides. Melissa was so distressed by the prospect of becoming pregnant by her history teacher that she barely noticed when he slid his soft hands up her flanks and under her torso. Melissa groaned softly when he began to knead her small breasts while he kissed her back and shoulders. Between kisses, Mr. Johnson murmured what a good girl she was, and how he thought the world of Trevor, and on, and on.... Melissa was starting to think the night would never end. At long last, he stood up behind her. He was still inside of her, but Melissa could feel him beginning to shrink. Then, after a few seconds, Mr. Johnson pulled out of her with a disgustingly wet sucking sound. Even after he was gone, Melissa still felt an unpleasant fullness in her abdomen. Something inherently female in Melissa told her that she was surely with child. Her heart sank. "You've done very well this evening, my dear," Mr. Johnson said to her. Both of them looked up at the clock. It was now seven thirty-five. "You may get dressed now." Melissa didn't speak. She had nothing to say to the man. She turned, picked up her panties from his desk, and leaned over to step into them. "Just a moment," Johnson said. "Hold off on the underwear for a moment. I have a surprise for you," he said when she looked at him questioningly. He held out his hand for her panties. Hesitantly, Melissa handed the small satin garment to him. Mr. Johnson pulled on his trousers, and while Melissa was dressing as best she could, he stepped behind his desk and opened the middle drawer. He removed something from the drawer, but Melissa didn't get a good look at it. "I'd like to see you again, tomorrow afternoon, Melissa," he said, moving closer to her. "But... It... It's Saturday," she complained. "Trevor and I have plans this weekend." "That's fine, Melissa," her teacher told her. "In fact, I hope that you and Mr. Williams continue to enjoy each other's company often. On the other hand, you and I have an agreement. Do we not?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Melissa gazed into his dark eyes for a moment, then dropped her eyes to the floor, dejectedly. "I guess so," she said softly. "Good. Then be a good girl and bend over for me, Melissa," Johnson said with a smile. "You can put your hands on my desk again if you like." "But... but I thought we were... you know... finished," the anxious teenager whined. Mr. Johnson smiled warmly and placed a hand on her cheek. Just as she was about to shrug away from him, Johnson dropped his hand to her shoulder and turned her around. "Bend over, my dear," he said, offering no further explanation. "Wh... what's that?" Melissa gasped when she felt the cool plastic touch her. "Spread your feet apart and be still, Melissa," her teacher ordered. Then she felt his hands on her, spreading her open down there from behind. "But..." she started. "Hey wait!" she blurted out when he slipped the hard rubber object effortlessly into her well-lubricated vagina. "What are you doing?" she asked miserably when the man began to twist the object while sliding it in and out slowly."Just hold still, Melissa," he answered flatly. "I'm getting your surprise ready for you." Melissa relaxed visibly when he pulled the thing out of her. Then suddenly she felt it touch her again. This time it was in the wrong place. "He must have gotten confused," she thought to herself. Then she said in an embarrassed tone of voice, "Mr. Johnson, I... I think you missed." An unladylike grunt escaped Melissa's lips, and then she began to protest quite spiritedly as the hard rubber object found its way into her rectal passage. "Mr. Johnson, what are you doing!?!" Melissa cried out as he seated the wide plastic flange snugly against the cheeks of her butt. Melissa's "surprise" was a small phallic device, approximately three inches in length and one-half inch in diameter. It was deliberately shaped so that once fully inserted, her anal sphincter ring would hold it in place. "You may stand up now, my dear," Mr. Johnson said after patting her affectionately on the rear. Gingerly, Melissa stood up and smoothed her skirt down over her thighs. She was afraid to move because the horrible thing in her rear end was poking at her from the inside. Meanwhile, Mr. Johnson explained. "I won't be seeing you until late tomorrow afternoon, Melissa, and I know that in the meantime, you'll be with Mr. Williams. I wanted to give you something to remember me by." "But," she started to protest. Ignoring her distress, Johnson continued. "I expect for you to leave it in place until we're together again. Whenever you feel it in there." He placed a hand on her hip and squeezed gently. "I want you to think about our time together this afternoon. Will you do that for me, Melissa?" he spoke in a friendly manner. "But, Mr. Johnson," Melissa said anxiously. "Why do I have to leave it there for so long? What happens if I have to go to the bathroom?" "You'll be just fine until tomorrow afternoon," he assured the dejected teenager. "Remember, Melissa. You have an obligation to Mr. Williams and to me." Melissa turned to leave and winced as the hard rubber plug shifted inside her tender interior. Then she remembered her panties. Turning back, she reached for them lying on the corner of the desk, but her teacher snatched them away. "I want something to remember you by as well, my child," he said huskily. Then he raised her panties to his nose and inhaled a deep draft of her subtle fragrance. Melissa blushed hotly. "Until tomorrow, then, my dear," Mr. Johnson said to her as she turned and waddled toward the door.

Collections/xthewofliex/theobligation.txt

el Mano (ridge@ea.net)

Kristen the Cruiser

"I beg your pardon?" I said. She looked up at me and said in a mean voice, "How can you expect me to be nice to you after what you did to me yesterday!" "If you had acted more civilly to begin with, young lady, I wouldn't have had to be so rough. Like I told you before I left yesterday; you be nice, and I'll be nice. The choice is yours." I placed both hands on the wall on either side of her head and leaned toward the young blonde. She quickly turned her head to the side as I tried to kiss her. "Kristen, look at me," I commanded. "Nooo," she whined. "I said look at me," more menacingly this time. Slowly her head turned and her big blue eyes met mine. Again I leaned to her. She didn't turn away this time but as my lips moved closer to her sweet mouth, she shut her eyes tightly. "Open your eyes," I told her. They popped open. As my lips met hers, I gazed deep into her flashing blue eyes. I was quite turned on by the fear and humiliation I saw there. I continued to stare into her eyes as I slowly and gently kissed the frightened young teen. I noticed a tear begin to form at the corner of one eye. She was trembling slightly but otherwise held perfectly still. I could smell her sweet breath as I moved back from her mouth. "Is my little 'reminder' still in place?" I asked. Her face flushed bright red and a shocked look appeared in her eyes. "Uh..huh," she nodded in extreme embarrassment. She again averted her gaze. "Look at me, Kristen," I again told her. She looked up once more. "Can you feel it in your tight little ass when you move? Did it push up into you when you sat at your desk in school today?" I asked, smiling at the distressed young girl. "Uh..huh," she answered, nodding again. I could see that "inward look" in her eyes as she was feeling the hard rubber plug right now. "Good, that's very good," I said soothingly as I brought one hand to the trembling girl's cheek and stroked it gently. "Is all my cum still up inside your little tummy?" I asked, staring at her intently. Her eyes grew very wide as I'm sure she thought about all my "baby juice" flowing into her womb. "Did any leak out of that pretty pussy of yours?" I asked. She didn't answer; just stared at me in shock. "Well?" I prompted. "A little," she answered meekly, again looking down. I let her this time. "Then you haven't taken a bath yet since I fucked you?" She shook her pretty head. "That's a very good girl. Well, I'll just bet that your sweet pussy is pretty sticky and smelly just now, so why don't you use my shower and get yourself cleaned up." I knew my direct and slightly filthy language was having the desired effect upon my young captive as she again got a shocked look on her face. "You will find everything you need in there." I pointed to the door to the bathroom. "There is even a big soft robe for you to change into when you are finished. You may leave the clothes you have worn on the rack in the bathroom. Leave ALL of your clothes on the rack, Kristen!" I moved away from the wall and let her by. I smiled as I noticed that she was still walking a little bow legged. "Kristen," I said as her hand touched the doorknob. She turned. "Leave 'our reminder' in!" Again she flushed red, then turned and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her. When I heard the shower water start, I went to my little room and watched the young girl bathe herself. God, she was lovely! I watched enthralled for several minutes as she scrubbed that tender little cunt of hers. I saw her probe herself with one finger, trying no doubt to clean my cum from inside her. As she bent down to wash her long legs, I could plainly see the wide flat flange of the butt plug I had placed in her yesterday afternoon. I saw her hand move to it, and a slight grimace appeared on her sweet face. It must have poked her when she bent down. I beamed with delight. As she began to wash her long blonde hair, I checked the recorder, exited the sealed room, and returned to the living room to wait. A noticeable bulge rose in my sweatpants as the lovely young blonde stepped from the bathroom wearing the big dark blue terry cloth robe. She stood looking at me pensively in her bare feet. "Come over here, Kristen," I said. Head and eyes down, she crossed the room to me, holding the robe tightly around her slim body. I stood up from the big modular couch as she approached. I gently took her by the shoulders and, holding her at arm's length, I said to her, "You are the prettiest girl I have ever known, Kristen." Her face flushed, and I thought I saw just the tiniest hint of a smile. "Look up at me, Kristen. I always want you to look at me when I touch you." She looked up, still blushing hotly. "That's nice, I love your pretty blue eyes." I turned her around slowly. She flinched slightly as I took her long hair in my hands. "Don't worry," I said. "I want your pretty hair flowing free today," I said as I unfastened the big hair tie at the back of her head. As her sweet-smelling hair fell free, I spread it out on the shoulders of the dark blue robe. 'Jesus, she was absolutely perfect,' I thought as I turned her back to face me. This time she looked me in the eye without prompting. I reached down to release the belt of her robe. Her hands instinctively moved to stop me. I just stared into her eyes and said nothing. Her gaze averted momentarily as she released my wrists, and her hands fell to her sides. I untied the knot at her slim waist, then moved my hands up to the lapels of the big soft robe. Slowly I pulled the robe open. I did not look down but rather continued to watch Kristen's eyes as I gently pushed the robe back over her smooth shoulders and let it drop down her arms to the floor.Her face flushed ever so slightly, and her eyes began to water as she shivered involuntarily. I stepped back one step and admired the naked young girl for just a minute. Then I peeled off my shirt and stepped back in front of her. She stiffened as I took her warm shoulders in my hands and pulled her tender young body against mine. I drew in a deep breath of her clean young scent and heard her utter a tiny gasp as her firm little nipples touched the hair on my chest. I hugged her tightly to me for several minutes, basking in the warm feel of her young, supple body against mine and the wonderful aroma of her long blonde hair. I nuzzled her neck and up under her ear. "Put your arms around me," I breathed in her ear. I felt her hands move around my waist. I held very still and just hugged her gently. I could feel her breathing speed up just a bit. I ran my hands down over her smooth, muscular back and down onto her firm butt. She gasped as I gave her a little squeeze, but I immediately took my hands away and removed her hands from around my waist. Again, I took her shoulders and held her at arm's length. "You're doing much better today, Kristen. Do you understand that I want you to come here every afternoon after school?" She nodded, saying nothing. "Good, and when you arrive, I want you to undress right away. You can take a shower if you wish, but remain naked afterward. I always want you naked when you're here. Do you understand?" "Yeah, but..." she replied timidly. "But what, Kristen?" "How long are you going to make me do these things?" she said in a pleading little voice. "Until I am finished with you, Kristen, and that will probably be a good long time." She looked totally crushed. "Don't worry, I know you will begin to like the things I can show you, you'll see. Now come over here and sit down. I have some questions to ask you." The dejected young teen followed me to the couch. I smiled as I saw her wince when she sat. The plug no doubt pushing up into her tight rectum. I sat next to the naked girl and smiled at her reassuringly. "How far have you and Rick gone, sex-wise?" I asked her point-blank. She blushed and squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable on the device inside her. She stared hard at her knees and whispered almost inaudibly, "All we do is kiss." "What?" I said. "I can't hear you. Look at me when you speak. How far?" I asked again. "We've only kissed," she said. "Rick and I don't believe in sex before marriage," she said, holding her head up proudly and looking me in the eye. Some of the old haughty self-assuredness had returned. "Well," I said, chuckling, "I guess you and I put an end to that little theory, didn't we!" She flushed and lowered her gaze. "So you've never had a cock in your mouth then?" I asked. "W--what," she said, staring at me wide-eyed, "No I...." she began before I cut her off. "Actually, Kristen, you have had a cock in your mouth before. My cock to be precise." "I don't believe you. That's just too gross," she said. "The very same night that you and Lauren spent the night, I not only ate your sweet young pussy, but after fucking Lauren, I pulled my throbbing cock out of her fat wet pussy and shoved it down your eager little throat." I watched as the color drained from the young teen's face. "You actually sucked me dry in your sleep. You were such an eager little cock sucker as a child. A real natural! I filled that little tummy of yours full of my cum from the other end that night." "You are disgusting!" she cried as she got up from the couch. "We'll see about that," I said as I too stood up. I took her by the shoulders and pushed her down as I said, "Kneel, Kristen!" "No! No way," she shouted angrily and began to struggle. I shook her hard to get her attention. "I said kneel.... NOW!!!" She looked at me with hate in her eyes, but slowly she knelt down before me on the thick carpet. "Take my pants down." Tears began to form in her eyes as she reached up and grasped the waistband of my sweats. Slowly she pulled them down. As she did, my big cock jumped out, almost hitting her in the face. As she brought my pants down to the floor, I stepped out of them, letting her pull them over my feet. She sat back on her haunches and stared up at me pleadingly. "Oh, please don't make me do this, please. I think I will throw up." "Don't you worry," I assured her. "I know from past experience that you are very good at this. I might have to show you some of the finer points of cock sucking, but before you know it, you will have earned your wings. Now, go ahead and put it in your mouth." I jerked my muscles, causing my nine-inch member to jump up in front of the frightened girl. "I just can't..." she whined. "Yes, you can. Now come here." I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up toward my waiting cock. "Owwwww," she cried, "you're hurting me." "Open your mouth, and I'll stop," I told her. Slowly, her sweet mouth opened. Before she could change her mind, I grasped my shaft with the other hand and pushed the broad, purple head in between her perfect white teeth and into her warm, wet mouth. "Gaaaawwwckkk," she gagged around the head of my dick. I kept a handful of her hair in case she decided to bite. "That's right, baby, take it into your mouth," I groaned with pleasure. I held still for a minute as I gazed down at my cock shaft protruding from the mouth of the sweet young girl. "You're not going to bite me are you?" I asked her. "Mmm...mmmm," she shook her head, moving her warm mouth on me. "Ok then, I'm going to let go of your hair." She was looking up at me, mild panic in her eyes. I let go of her hair and slid my hand down behind her head. "Open wider, I want you to swallow me. I want you to swallow my dick deep into your mouth and throat." "Mmmmmmppphh," she puffed through her nose as I pushed another inch into her mouth. "Just relax your muscles and take me in, baby. I know you know how." I pushed harder, feeling her head go back against my restraining hand. "That's it, take it all in," I groaned. "Mmmmm..mmmmooowww," she moaned. Her body trembled as I felt the head of my cock touch the back of her throat. Good God, this little girl had a great mouth. I saw panic rise in her eyes, so I drew back slightly, allowing her to get a breath. "That's the ticket, Kristen, breathe when I pull back and open real wide when I press in. Once we get a rhythm going, you won't have a problem. Are you OK?" "Mm...Mmmm...Hmmm," she reluctantly nodded her head."OK, I want you to just hold still for a few minutes, and I am going to gently fuck your mouth." Her eyes widened. "Here we go, baby. Breathe when I pull out and open when I push. Also, if you want to make it nice for me, you might suck on me a little." Without further delay, I slowly pulled my cock shaft out to the tip and then pushed back into the sweet, warm mouth that surrounded me. God, she was wonderful feeling! I watched her as she gamely tried to follow my instructions. I kept my hand on the back of her head to guide her and pumped slowly and evenly so she could get my rhythm. To my great delight, she even began to gently suck my shaft as it withdrew from her hot, wet mouth. After a few minutes, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. "That was very nice, Kristen, but I am getting tired of standing. Let me just sit down here, and we'll see what we can do," I told her. I moved back and sat on the couch with my legs spread before me. "Come over here," I said gently, holding out a hand to her. She actually reached out and took my hand as she crawled on her knees over between my legs. As I felt her firm, warm body press against my inner thighs, I took her small hand and placed it on my cock. You would have thought it had burned her. She jerked her hand away. "Go ahead, honey, it won't bite you," I said, chuckling. "Take the big cock in your hands, baby." Slowly, she grasped my cock in one small hand. "Now it's time for you to learn some technique," I told her. I think her natural talent and curiosity were beginning to get the better of her fears. "What do you want me to do?" she asked. "First of all, I want you to practice stroking my cock with your warm little hand. Before you start, you might want to spit on your palm and on my cock head to get them both good and wet. Go ahead and do that now." She looked at me questioningly for a second, then raised up on her knees and, leaning over, she spit a big drop of saliva onto the head of my cock. Next, she spit in her hand. "OK, honey, go ahead now," I coaxed. I thought I was going to cum right then as her warm hand closed around my throbbing shaft and began to slowly work up and down the length of it. "Yes, that's just right," I groaned. "Keep doing that." I let her pump my shaft for a minute or two and then said, "I want you to keep stroking me like that, and I want you to put your sweet mouth back on me. Will you do that for me, Kristen?" She actually nodded with a little smile. I knew that cock sucking was her forte! Again, she raised up on her knees and brought her hot, wet mouth down over the head of my dick. "Ahhhhhhggggg," I groaned as she closed her lips around me. She looked me in the eye, her blue eyes sparkling above the shaft of my cock. "Move your head up and down while you stroke me with your hand," I gasped. The sweet teen began to bob her lovely blonde head up and down on my jerking dick. I could feel her teeth slide along the shaft as I passed into her mouth. She was really catching on fast as I felt the head of my dick meet the back of her young throat with each stroke of her head. I began to gently rub her head with one hand as I guided her up and down on my dick. "Oh, God, Kristen, you're wonderful! Rub my balls now, honey. Rub my tight balls with your other hand. Squeeze 'em gently, baby," I moaned, barely able to see through my rising passion. "Oh God Damn!" I shouted as I felt the beginnings of an orgasm start to rise in my loins. "What?!" she said, pulling my cock from her hot mouth. "Nothing, you just feel so great, baby," I said. "I want to fuck your mouth again. Take your hands away and back up on the floor." "Why?" she asked. "Just do it," I said as I struggled to get off the sofa, clutching my now pulsing cock tightly. She looked frightened as she backed away from me on her hands and knees. "That's far enough," I groaned, barely hanging on. "Stay just like that and open your mouth wide for me." She was on her hands and knees as I crawled on my knees in front of her. Lifting her chin, I pushed my heaving cock into her hot little mouth as she opened for me. I kept a tight grip on my shaft as I slowly began to fuck in and out of her tight, wet mouth. I could hear wet slurping noises coming from her mouth and nose as I sped up my tempo. I reached back over her hips and felt the rubber flange of the butt plug buried deep in her tender ass. "Mmmmppphhh," she groaned as I slowly rotated the plug in her. As I felt my cum begin to rise, I croaked, "Ahhhggg, I'm going to cum in your mouth now, baby." Her body stiffened. "Mmmmmoooo... mmmpphh... mmmmo," she groaned around the pistoning shaft of my cock. She tried to pull off me, but I grabbed her head and pushed deep into her tight throat. As I felt the first wave of jizz fire down my jerking shaft, I reached back and pushed the butt plug hard into the helpless teen's tight little rectum. "Gggggmmeee," she squealed around my cock before I drove into her throat, cutting off her air. "Ahhhhhhhhh... FUCK!" I shouted. Her whole body quivered as the first wave of my cum shot down her tight throat and on into her belly. I could feel her throat muscles alternately contract and relax as the young girl sought to swallow the tremendous volume of viscous fluid being pumped relentlessly into her. "That's it, baby, swallow all that good cream into your tummy," I grunted. She quivered each time I pressed on the plug as I filled her young body from both ends. I felt more and more hot cum pump from my jerking cock. I looked down to see a tiny trickle run out of Kristen's nose and down her upper lip. She had her eyes scrunched closed tightly. Finally, I was spent. The last few feeble spurts of cum to shoot from me went into Kristen's mouth as I pulled from her. She immediately began to cough and gasp for air. She was gagging and spitting cum for a few minutes before she fell in a shivering heap on the carpet in front of me, her knees drawn up to her chest. This seemed like as good a time as any, so I leaned down and gently pulled the five-inch rubber shaft slowly out of her tight anus. "Uhhhhhggggg," she gasped softly as she coughed a little more. I leaned down and gently kissed her on the hip. I sat back and waited for her to recover. It took several minutes for her to come around, but eventually, she rose on her hands and stared at me with fire in her blue eyes. "You practically choked me to death," she said venomously. "I'm sorry, baby," I purred, "your hot little mouth just got me carried away, that's all." I smiled down at the shocked young girl. "So how did you like that cum? Did it taste good?" I smiled. She just glared at me."Sit up here and let me feel that full little tummy of yours." She shook her head, pouting. "Come on, Kristen... get up and let me rub your tummy." Slowly, the angry teen got to her knees and crawled over to me. I stood and pulled her to her feet. I turned her around, facing away from me, and then pulled her firm butt back against my flaccid cock. I reached up under her arms and cupped both her firm little breasts. Gently, I massaged her, letting her tight little nipples slip between my fingers. At the same time, I nuzzled my nose into her warm, soft hair and breathed deeply. She smelled divine - so clean and sweet, with just a hint of perspiration and the musky scent of my cum. Slowly, I brought one hand down and gently began to rub her nicely rounded tummy. "Mmmm, I'll bet you feel nice and full in there, don't you, baby?" I murmured behind her ear. I continued to rub, pressing her warm little ass back against my slowly stiffening cock. "When you were younger and spent the night with us, I remember you wouldn't even eat breakfast the next morning. You said that you were still full from dinner. Little did you know, right, baby?" I told her, still rubbing her belly. "So nice and full with my cum, right, baby? Nice and full," I said as I rubbed and soothed. "Ohhhhh.... please stop," she moaned. "Please leave me alone," she whined. "Shhhhhhh, little one. Be still now. Just relax and let your body go with the flow," I whispered. I rubbed her full little tummy with one hand while with the other I kept up my fondling of her firm, springy teenage breasts. She moaned softly, and I felt her ass squirm against my hot cock. "That's right, honey, that's my little girl. You feel that big cock against your tight little ass? Feel that big, stiff cock, baby?" "Uhh..huh," she gasped instinctively. I smiled. She was losing control. Slowly, I moved my hand lower. "Mmmmmm," she breathed as I gently cupped her warm, soft pussy. I kept my hand on her puffy pussy as I gently turned her around. "Look at me, baby. Look at me while I rub your pussy." Her young face was flushed as, with some effort, she raised her big blue eyes to meet my gaze. I watched her eyes as I continued to rub her warm, moist cunt, gently squeezing and rubbing. Her breathing rate began to increase. I could just begin to see that "inward stare" as her eyes kind of glazed over. I knew she was looking at the warm, tingling feelings starting to form in the deepest part of her belly. I placed my other hand on one of her warm hips as I began to rub her harder and more rhythmically. I did not try to push a finger into her, I just rubbed and stared into her now blank blue eyes. She was completely between her thighs now. Her hips jerked once as she gasped in a little breath. "Does my little girl like this now?" I cooed. "Uhh..huuh..ohhhh.." she moaned as her little hips moved to my rubbing. Her eyes closed, and her knees began to shake. "I think we had better lie down." I held her by her warm little pussy as I steered her effortlessly back to the big navy blue couch. As the backs of her calves hit the side of the sofa, she almost collapsed onto it. I followed her down and continued to rub and rub. Her firm legs were spread somewhat as she fell back on her back. Her long blonde hair spread beneath her head against the dark blue background of the couch material. What a pretty sight. I gently spread her legs with one hand as I kept up my rubbing. As her thighs parted, I removed my hand and looked down at the young girl's glistening labia just showing through the thin line of soft blonde hair. She looked delicious. She was no longer looking at me but had her eyes closed. I got down on the floor and then slowly crawled up between her legs. I slowly rubbed her firm, muscular thighs with both hands, all the while coaxing her legs wider and wider apart. I could feel the muscles in her thighs ripple beneath my touch as I dug my thumbs in and massaged her harder, moving slowly up toward that sweet, spread pussy. Slowly, I lowered my face to her. I breathed in a long, deep breath of her sweet, musky scent. I could feel her moist female heat against my cheeks as I moved my mouth closer still. Kristen's eyes were still closed as she enjoyed my massaging. She did not know what was happening to her until the tip of my tongue slipped between her puffy young vulva and deep into her warm, tasty pussy slit. "Eeeeeeee..." she squealed as she tried to close her legs. As her firm thighs hugged my face, I lowered my hungry mouth fully onto her warm young cunt and began to suck and probe with my tongue. She had jumped up on her elbows to look down at me over her heaving belly and hips. "Noooooooo..." she cried as her head flew back passionately, causing her cunt to press harder into my face. My nose was crushed against her clit as I licked at her tasty young labia furiously. I dipped in and out of her quivering vaginal opening over and over as her hips bucked and her firm tummy heaved. She fell back again, her arms out to her sides, palms pushing down flat on the bed, grabbing handfuls of the sofa cover. She was getting really wet, and I figured she was only minutes away from a huge orgasm. I pulled my mouth back from her sweet pussy and said, "Get back up on your elbows, Kristen, and look at me." "Uhhhhh...oooooo," she moaned as her hips twisted from side to side, but with a heave, she came back up. Her eyes were wild with passion as she watched me push her thighs apart further and then, with my hands, I spread her sweet pussy wide open before plunging my stiff tongue back into her. Her head fell back again. "Look at me," I demanded between licks. Reluctantly, she stared at me over her heaving young belly. The lusty "inward stare" filling her eyes. She was looking at me but seeing her quivering womb. I started licking her slit very slowly and tenderly from her asshole to the top of her pubic mound. As I arrived at her sweet spot, I stopped and said, "Do you like it when I eat your sweet pussy, baby, do you?" I swirled my tongue on her firm little clit. "Uuuggghhhh," she moaned aloud as her head rocked back. She looked back over her belly again. "Mmmmm," I murmured with my lips against her soft, wet labia. "I know my little lover likes this. I can taste your sweet, hot, sticky juice running out of your belly and into my mouth. Mmmm, you taste so good, baby." I licked her again very slowly, reveling in her smooth, salty taste as my tongue traveled over the soft inner lips of her tender young cunt, flicking quickly over her only once fucked vagina. "Look at me, baby." Her face was flushed as her hips quivered. She was ready.I brought one hand up between her legs and swirled one finger and my thumb around in her steamy wet slit. "Look at me," I said again as she was about to rock her head back again. She tried to maintain eye contact. Her blue eyes were wide with hot passion. "Ohhhhhhhhh..." she moaned as her body began to tremble. Without warning, I pushed one sticky finger deep into her ass in one fluid motion. At the same time, I pressed my thumb into her quivering vagina. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her ass jumped off the couch. "Look at me, Kristen, I want to look into your eyes while you cum for me. Look at me, baby.. Look at me, that's right," I said as I swirled my tongue on her clitoris and pumped my finger and thumb in and out of her quickly. She was staring wide-eyed but seeing nothing as with one big heave of her hips she exploded into an orgasm of seismic proportions. "Oh God! YES!!" she screamed. She did her best to look me in the eye right up to the very end. I was proud of my young lover as she finally threw herself back on the couch, her firm young thighs pressing together. I jerked my hand out of her and clamped my mouth over her vagina and sucked the sweet juice of her orgasm out of her as it ran freely. I pushed her legs back apart and buried my mouth and nose in her hot wet cunt, rubbing her juices all over my face and chin. With my lips, I blew little bubbles at the entrance to her vagina. "Bbbbbrrrrrrrr," I blew into her wet pussy, and then rubbed my face around in her some more. I just couldn't get enough of her. Finally, I gave her sweet pussy one long slow lick from her asshole up over her hot wet lips and then continuing on, I kissed my way up her firm sweaty body. I stopped to suckle each perfect breast. She was still panting heavily deep in the throes of afterglow. I crawled slowly up next to her and collapsed beside her warm young body. I nuzzled her ear. I placed one hand over one of her firm breasts and breathed in her sweet smell. The last thing I remember before we both fell asleep was feeling her warm little hand covering mine on her breast. I awoke to the phone ringing. Sweet young Kristen was curled up against me on the big couch. I really didn't want to get up, she felt so good. Reluctantly, I crawled off the couch. The slumbering young teen stirred and stretched, blinking the sleep from her eyes. "What time is it?" she asked, noticing it was almost dark in my living room. I checked the clock on the way to get the phone. It was after 7:00 PM. "It's past 7:00," I called to Kristen as I picked up the phone. I heard her scramble up off the couch. "Hello," I answered. "Oh, Hi, Lyle... Yeah, I'm just fine. How have you been, it's been a while.... Yup, she's right here, we've been hard at it since about 4:30, just kinda lost track of the time. Kristen is a really bright girl. We were just getting ready to chow down when the phone rang." I looked up to see Kristen standing in front of me in my big blue robe. "Say, Lyle, it's getting kinda late and I would like to wait for Lynn to get home before we eat. What say Kristen spends the night here? I can get her back sometime in the morning.... OK? Great! Yeah OK, just a sec, I'll put her on." I handed the phone to Kristen. As she took the receiver, I gently took her by the shoulders and turned her to face away from me. "Hi, Mom," she said as I reached around her waist and untied the belt to the heavy terry cloth robe. She didn't struggle as I pulled it back over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. "Yeah, I'm just fine," she said with a little shiver. "Uh..huh.." she said. "Well, yeah, but..." As she went on, I dropped to my knees behind her firm round little butt. She gave an almost imperceptible squeak as I pushed my hand between her firm thighs and cupped her sex from behind. "Yeah, he is a really good teacher..." I heard her say as I let one finger stray in between her soft full vulva. She was still wet down there from our last bout of sex. "Uh..huh.. Uugghh... Huh?... Oh nothing," she said into the phone. She looked around at me with a mild panicky look in her eye as I stood up close behind her. I just gave her a big smile as I pressed my now hard cock against her firm ass cheeks and rolled my hips. "Noo," she grunted under her breath as she tried to move away from me. I brought one hand up and around her waist to her soft round tummy to prevent her escape. "No, Mom, really.... I won't..." the nervous young teen went on with a slight tremor in her voice. She again turned to me, pleading with her pretty blue eyes as I began to rub the head of my throbbing cock between her firm ass cheeks and up and down in her hot moist slit. She almost forgot about her mother on the other end of the line. "Huh? ... What?" ... she said. "Yes, mother, I understand that, but..." I positioned the tip of my dick outside the entrance to her tight birth canal and slowly pushed into her. "Oh God," she groaned. "Oh nothing, Mom... sorry... Ugghhh!!! What? ... Oh I just stubbed my toe, I'm on a walk around phone.... yeah, I'm OK, I think." God almighty this young girl was tight. I pushed about four inches of cock into her quivering pussy, feeling her firm young muscles move inside her. I pulled back out so that only the blood-engorged tip of my nine-inch cock remained in her and slowly gave her two or three shallow pumps, coating the head of my cock with her juice. She again turned her head to look back over her shoulder at me. As she did, I reached out with my free hand and placed it against her soft cheek, preventing her from looking away. A look of deep embarrassment and pleading graced her lovely face. I gave her another big smile and watched her eyes intently as I shoved all nine inches deep into her tight warm love canal. Her eyes went wide and staring as she felt the tip of my dick push into the deepest part of her young belly. "Ooohhhhhhhh," she gasped as she dropped the phone receiver to the carpet. I pulled back out. As she bent down to pick up the phone, I rammed into her hard. "Uuuuggghhhhh," came her deep guttural grunt as she reached out her other hand to steady herself against the small telephone stand in the hall. "Yeah, Mom," said the young girl, struggling to keep her voice even as I began to pick up a rhythm "Sorry," she panted, "I dropped the phone, I'm such a klutz this evening... Ohhh.. Uugghh... What? Oh it's nothing, Mom. The girl's legs began to shake and she was breaking out in a light sweat as my throbbing cock pistoned in and out... in and out... in and out, forcing her tender young vaginal muscles to move out of the way with each stroke.I could feel her quivering inside. I moved my hand down from her little belly that by now was beginning to heave nicely and rhythmically to my thrusts to the top of her wet pussy slit. I sought out and found her erect little clitoris and began to rub it in a circular motion in time to my fucking. I dropped my hand away from her cheek and she turned her head away. "Mom... Uugghh!... Listen, I gotta go," she grunted... "Yeah, something's come up and I have to go... Ohhhhh!... No really, I'm fine... Agghh!... I'm fine, Mom, I'll see you in the morning... What?... Mmmmm!... OK, Mom, I'll tell him... Bye, Mom... OK.. Bye!" She practically dropped the phone again as I rammed her hard, spearing her hot young cunt and crushing the head of my fuck engine into her tender cervix. "Oh God!" she wailed as I picked up the tempo of my fucking. She clutched the phone stand with both hands as I fucked her little brains out there in my front hall. I could smell the sweet musky scent of her young cunt as I fucked her into a lather. The air was filled with the sounds of wet pussy and passionate grunts and moans. I now had her by her narrow waist with both hands and I pulled her back onto me with each stroke seeking to bore a hole in her womb. I felt her begin to shiver violently all over as the fervor of her cries and the rate of her panting increased dramatically. The young girl was getting close and so was I for that matter. I felt my balls begin to tighten. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back upright. With one hand I turned her face to me. "Look at me, baby," I panted. I kissed her and pushed my tongue into her sweet open mouth. She was gasping as I looked straight into her eyes. "Look at me now, baby and cum for me." "Ohhhhhhhhhh..." she moaned as her eyes closed. I felt the first wave of cum race up the shaft of my cock and explode into the young girl's quivering pussy. Kristen's blue eyes flew open as she felt it splash against her cervix and flow deep into her belly. Her eyes became blank and rolled back as I felt her young cunt muscles clamp down on my hard cock. I pushed all the way into her belly and held as she climaxed, her inner muscles vibrating and pulsing around me. "Aaaayyyyyeeeeeeeee," she squealed, as more and more of my cum pumped into her womb. Again I pushed hard up into her young body raising her feet up off the floor as the last wave of jizz squirted inside her. I hugged her shivering body tightly for several minutes, then I let her back down to the floor. I felt warm fluid leak from her and run down my balls to drip on the hall carpet. Slowly I withdrew my still twitching cock from her vaginal canal and let go of her waist. She fell forward and once more grabbed the phone stand, her knees shaking. I knelt behind her and gently kissed her firm sweaty ass cheeks smelling the musky smell of our combined fluids steaming from between her legs. I rubbed a hand up between her thighs and cupped her firmly. "What a fine pussy you have, my dear," I said. "I am so happy to know it is mine." She stared around and down at me with a weak resigned look on her sweet face. "By the way," I said grinning, "what did your mother have to say?" Kristen glared back at me. "She said to ask you to take good care of me," she replied quietly as she turned her face away and hung her head between her shoulders. She squirmed a little but otherwise did not move as I pushed my thumb into her freshly fucked young cunt. "Mmmmm, you're so warm and wet in there, baby, so soft and warm and wet." I moved my thumb slowly in and out. "Do you like it when I shove my big cock in there? Do you, baby? Yeah, I know you do. Rick just doesn't know what he's been missing. Remember old Rick, honey?" She turned to look at me and at first I could see a small tear in the corner of one eye. Suddenly I saw anger flare in those startlingly blue eyes. "Some day, Rick will find out about this," she said in a slightly menacing tone of voice. I kept moving my thumb in and out... in and out... in and out as I smiled up at my haughty young captive. "And when he does, you're really going to get it!" she said. I slipped my thumb out of her dripping pussy and wiped my hand up and down her thigh. Then I stood, pulling her up and turning her to face me. I reached down and again cupped her pussy. I pushed one finger in between her warm wet vulva and began to rub her. She immediately dropped her gaze. "Look at me, Kristen. Remember, I always want you to look at me when I touch you." Her eyes came slowly up to meet mine. They were beginning to brim with tears. I placed my other hand over one of her perfect firm little breasts and kneaded gently. "You're right, you know... some day Rick might just find out about our little arrangement and when and if he does, I'll deal with it, but until that happens, this little pussy," I pushed my finger up into her. She groaned and a tear ran down one cheek. "is mine along with the rest of your lovely young body to do with as I please. Get used to it, Kristen, you belong to me now!" Kristen looked dejectedly down at my hand between her thighs and then back up at me. I could still see the belligerence in her expression. "Would you please take your hand away," she said. "I have to go to the bathroom." Even after an intense fucking while she talked to her own mother on the telephone, she still was filled with haughty pride. I continued to rub her full warm pussy for another minute as I simply stared at her. Finally, I took my hand away. "OK, Kristen, you may go to the bathroom now, but I am coming along to help." "WHAT?!" she almost shouted in disbelief. "You heard me, now get going, Lynn will be home soon and we both need to get cleaned up for her. We have a long night ahead of us." The young teen looked at me icily once more and then turned on her heel and started back down the hall to the living room. She went straight to the bathroom and walked through the open door. I was right behind her when she quickly tried to shut the door in front of me. I just grabbed the door, pushed it open and shoved her through. I took her by the hair and marched her over to the toilet. "Owwwww," she whined, bringing her hands up to mine. "You're hurting...." I released her hair and spun her around. "Sit down and pee," I commanded. With a tremendously embarrassed look, the teenager squatted on the toilet, her knees drawn tightly together. She looked up at me with nervous eyes. I hoped that this further dose of humiliation would bring the strong-willed young girl into line, but I had my doubts. "Well?""I prompted, staring hard at her. She squirmed on the toilet seat and said, "I can't do it with you watching me." "Try harder," I said, and spread those legs, I want to see." She separated her legs a couple of inches and shivered. I knelt down in front of her and grabbed her knees. She tried to resist, but I spread her thighs wide apart. I looked closely at her pretty pussy suspended over the water in the porcelain bowl. I saw a drop of my cum drip from her and land in the water, "plink". I looked back up at the blushing young girl and said, "Push!" "Ohhhh..." she whined. I saw her flat tummy bulge as she flexed her muscles. Nothing. "I just can't," she moaned pitifully. "Young lady, you had better start pissing right now or I am going to pull you off that toilet and fuck you until you do. Do I make myself clear?" Kristen just stared at me in shock and said nothing. She looked down between her spread thighs, my hands still on her knees, and bore down. Again I saw her tummy flex. Finally a little trickle started, then the flow picked up. Quickly I reached between her thighs and cupped her pussy. Immediately she clenched, cut off the flow of her urine and clamped her firm thighs closed on my hand. I looked up at her. She was flushed bright red. "Open your legs, Kristen," I told her. "But..." she started. "I said spread those legs." I pinched one of her tender labia. "Owwww!" she cried as her legs opened wide for me. "That's better," I said as I rubbed her gently. Her eyes met mine with a look of utter disbelief and then she looked away. "Look at me, Kristen and finish what you started," I said, nodding at the toilet. "But your hand," she whined, still looking away. "Look at me, Kristen," I said, squeezing her plump wet pussy. Slowly she looked up and locked eyes with me. I smiled at her, seeing the frustration and humiliation I was looking for in her blue eyes. "Now go ahead and finish peeing," I said, staring at the embarrassed girl. "Pay no attention to my hand if that will help, I don't care, just do it now," I said in a more commanding tone. I saw the concentration in her gaze as she bore down once more. I moved a finger into her warm wet slit still slick with cum and rubbed her gently. I could feel her little piss hole kind of bulge outward just above her vagina as she pushed. She began to tremble with the effort and humiliation. "That's it, baby," I said, rubbing her. "Push, baby. That's right." Finally I felt her warm urine on my hand once more. She let out a long sigh as her tummy relaxed. I cupped my hand and let it fill with her hot urine. She had lowered her eyes in her relief. "Look at me, baby," I said as I rubbed a handful of her urine up onto her full pussy. "Oh god," she groaned, a look of disgust on her pretty face. She must have really had to go because her flow never abated as I rubbed more of her piss into her hot cunt. I dipped one finger up into her sticky vagina and then out and back to rub over her flowing piss hole. "Oh no, please," she whimpered as I allowed my cupped hand to fill once more. As I rubbed this last handful of urine all over her young pussy, I moved one finger back down her slit past her vaginal opening and then pushed it up into her tight ass hole. I held my hand tightly against her full pussy, allowing the last of her piss to run down against her and dribble through my fingers. I held my hand there for a while after she had finished as I slowly fucked my finger in and out of her tight little ass. I looked her in the eye and said, "How do you like that, baby? Does it feel good to pee while I finger that tight little ass hole of yours? Do you like it when I rub your piss into your hot cunt?" She just stared. "Well, baby, do you?" I asked again. "No," she said meekly. I continued to finger fuck her. "You don't? Good! that's good," I said, smiling up at the distressed teen. "Because if you're good, I won't have to come up with little games like this to punish you, although I kind of enjoyed it myself." I slowly and evenly fucked her ass as I stared at her. "Don't look down, honey. I want you to tell me you are sorry for acting the way you did earlier." The look Kristen gave me could have stopped a bus. "Now, now," I said, pushing my finger deeper into her. "Ohhhh... owww!" she moaned as she tried to shift her butt on the seat. "Don't say something you will regret, baby. Just tell me you're sorry, and I'll stop." "OK," she said acidly. "I'm sorry!!" "That didn't sound too sincere, Kristen. Why don't you give me a little kiss to prove to me that you mean it?" I could feel the electricity of her frustration as she battled to control her anger. "Kiss me, Kristen. Let me know you're sorry for being a bad girl." I didn't move a muscle except for my constantly fucking finger in her ass. I wanted to make her lean to me. Slowly the young teen leaned forward on the toilet seat. I watched her fiery blue eyes as she pressed her sweet lips to mine and gave me a quick little kiss. "Now tell me you're sorry," I told her. "I'm sorry for being bad," she murmured much more humbly this time. "Good, that's good, baby. I'm satisfied that you mean it. Thank you. Your apology is accepted." Slowly I removed my finger from her tight anus and stood up. She slumped down, putting her elbows on her knees. "I'll leave you now, honey. You go ahead and finish up and take a shower. When you're finished, I'll take one." I turned and walked out of the bathroom. I gave the young woman about ten minutes before I went back into the bathroom. She was still in the shower as I had hoped. I crossed the room to the shower, opened the door and stepped into the steamy cubicle with the startled young teenager. "What?!" she said, fearing the worst. She backed to the other side of the stall. "Nothing," I said. "I just thought I'd join you. Want me to wash your back?" "Um, well... OK, I guess," she replied pensively. I took the washcloth from her and laid it over my shoulder. "Turn around," I said gently. I took her long wet hair in both hands and carefully laid it around her right shoulder. I then soaped up the washcloth and began to gently scrub her shoulders, her narrow back and waist. She reached out and placed her palms flat on the wall of the shower enclosure to steady herself. When I had her pretty well lathered up, I dropped the rag and used my hands to massage her shoulders, working out the knots of fear and anger. I worked my way down the center of her back using my thumbs to knead the firm muscles beneath her flawlessly smooth skin.As I rubbed her, I had to admire her lovely trim figure: narrow waist, slim hips, and shoulders. She was truly a lovely young girl. I felt pretty lucky to be showering with her. I could feel her muscles relax under my soothing touch. I think she was about ready to purr. I stopped and, taking her by the shoulders, I turned her back around to face me. "You see," I said, "I can be nice." "Yeah, I guess so, maybe," she said, looking down at her feet. She was not all that comfortable having a strange man in her shower, I suppose. Especially one who at any moment was capable of making her do things she had only read about or dreamed of. I didn't respond, but rather bent down, picked up the washcloth, and proceeded to scrub myself down. Kristen just stood there since I was blocking the exit to the shower. "Want to wash my cock for me?" I asked matter-of-factly. "No, not especially," she replied flatly. "Well, OK then, maybe some other time. We need to hurry anyway, Lynn will be home soon, and the three of us have a busy night ahead." "What do you mean by that?" the young girl asked, apprehension very apparent in her voice. "I mean the evening is young! You and Lynn and I are going to play all night. You'll probably be pretty tired by morning since you, my dear, are going to be the center of attention; the very place I have noticed you love to be when you are around other people." I smiled at the semi-distressed expression that graced her lovely face. "You all done in here?" I asked brightly. "I guess so," she replied. "Great, let's get outta here then. You hungry?" "Kinda," she said. "OK, let's get dried off and then I'll whip dinner together. A young girl like you needs a good meal to keep her strength up," I said as I winked at her. I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Kristen followed a second or two later. I grabbed a big fluffy towel off the rack and tossed it to her. I dried myself off with another towel and then said, "I guess you know where everything is? Blow dryer is in the top left-hand drawer. You'll find a new toothbrush in the bottom right. Get yourself ready, and I'll be in the kitchen." "Where's my robe?" she asked, momentarily forgetting one of my "house rules" for her. "Remember, Kristen, I told you that you are to be naked at all times when you are under this roof," I said rather sternly. "I will expect you to remember and follow the rules while you are a guest in my house." I turned and left the young girl standing there staring. Lynn came home about ten minutes later. "Hello," she called as she let herself in the door. "Hi," I shouted from the kitchen. "I'm in here." My lovely friend Lynn walked into the kitchen and came over and gave me a big hug. Lynn and I didn't actually live together formally, but we did spend a lot of time together. There was no possessiveness on either side. We both had other friends. It was a good arrangement. "You hungry?" I asked. "Starved," she said. "What a day! I'm sure glad it's Friday. I don't think I could take one more hour in that office without killing someone." "Well, you're home now, and you can relax. I have a fun evening in store for us," I told her. "Did our 'guest' arrive this afternoon?" "Oh yeah, she's here alright. I've been keeping her entertained," I winked. "Kristen," I shouted! "Come in here and say hello to Lynn. She's been dying to see you again." There was no reply, but a few minutes later, the naked young girl appeared, shyly peeking around the jam of the kitchen door. "Come on in, Kristen. Don't be bashful. After all, Lynn knows you pretty well already," I said chuckling. Slowly she stepped through the door and into the kitchen. Her face was blazing red with embarrassment. I'll tell you... if you don't have a naked sixteen-year-old girl yet to decorate your house, I suggest you go right out and get one! She was magnificent. Her hair was clean and combed and hanging loose down her back. Her eyes sparkled with just a hint of worry. Her trim young body was clean and shining white. Her perking young breasts were standing out proud, topped with those lovely little strawberry nipples. Her blonde "Mohawk" was positively enticing. "Oh my," said Lynn! "Hello, Kristen. You sure look pretty tonight!" "Doesn't she," I said. "Why I think she looks good enough to eat," I laid the serving spoon I was using on the edge of the sink. I dried my hands with a dishtowel and walked over to the blushing young girl. Without a word, I knelt in front of her and pushed my face into her soft, sweet-smelling pussy. She gasped and started to back away. I steered her by her hips and crawled along on my knees. Soon her ass came to rest against a kitchen cabinet. As she pressed back against the counter, I spread her thighs just a bit with my hands and, after taking a long deep draft of her sweet young scent, I pushed my tongue in between her puffy vulva and began to lick her clitoral area, my nose nestled into her narrow curly bush. Again she gave a deep gasp. I looked up at her from below her flat tummy. At first, she was staring down at me in disbelief, but she quickly looked away. She was mortified. I purposely made lots of loud sucking noises as I licked the trembling young teenager. Finally, I drew back and smacked my lips. "Mmmm...Mm, Kristen. You do taste sweet tonight! But perhaps I had better save you for dessert. I have a meal to prepare." A tear swelled in one blue eye as she stood trembling in anger and humiliation. She started for the door. "Wait a minute, young lady," I said. "I want you to stay right here with us. I, for one, like to look at you." She stopped and turned back to face Lynn and me. She said nothing, just stood staring intently at her feet. I almost felt sorry for the young woman, but she needed the conditioning, so I shrugged it off. We ate a fairly leisurely meal. I had made a wicked chicken casserole, which I served with a somewhat sweet white wine. I don't normally like the sweeter wines, but tonight I needed the taste to mask the approximately 20 mg. of Dexedrine elixir I had placed in Kristen's glass. It was going to be a long night for her, and I was sure the young girl would need the boost. As we ate, I said to Lynn, "Kristen's had a lot of new experiences since you last saw her." A look of horror flashed across the teen's pretty face. "I have taught her several new ways to make me happy," I went on. "She's also no longer a virgin, are you, Kristen?" She glared hotly at me. "I just kinda broke her in for her boyfriend, Rick, who doesn't seem to know what he's got here. She's been well fucked twice now."Once yesterday and once about an hour ago. It still takes her a while to warm up to the occasion, but once she does, she's a hot little number and she cums like a freight train," I said, smiling at the furious young girl. "She has also re-acquired her long-forgotten talent for cock sucking. She is still pretty good, but slightly out of practice," I said to Lynn. All the while, I looked directly at Kristen. I could feel her malevolence toward me. 'Good,' I thought. 'We'll have that all fucked out of her by morning.' "I thought you had that 'freshly fucked' look about you when you walked in, Kristen," Lynn said, joining the game. "Doesn't he have a nice big cock?" she said, nodding my way. "Don't you just love the feel of it banging away deep in your belly? I know I do!" Kristen didn't answer; she just sat staring down at her unfinished dinner. "Aren't you hungry?" I asked. "You two have ruined my appetite," she snapped. "Well, okay, but there's more if you're hungry later. That is, if you're not too full from dessert." I winked at Lynn. "Kristen, you may be excused from the table now. Go out into the living room and find a good CD you like and put it on. Nothing too heavy, okay?" "Alright," she answered as she got up to leave. "Lynn and I will be along as soon as we clean up the dishes." She didn't answer, but I had time to admire her young naked form from behind as she left the kitchen. 'What a nice little ass,' I thought. 'I'll bet it's tighter than hell!' Lynn and I squared away the kitchen and washed the dishes as we discussed our plans for the evening. When we were finished, Lynn went to the living room while I made a quick stop at my secret equipment room to set up the cameras and recorders. I looked out through the big one-way mirror to see young Kristen sitting naked on the couch, with my girlfriend standing in front of her. I flipped on a monitor speaker as Kristen began to say something to Lynn. "Please don't make me do these things tonight," she pleaded. "If you'll just let me go, I'll get Rick to help and we'll pay you whatever you want." "Jesus," I thought, "Only sixteen and already into bribery." I watched as I saw Lynn smile sympathetically down at the young girl on the sofa. She reached down and took the naked teenager by the hands and pulled her up so that she was standing in front of her. Kristen smiled sweetly, thinking that Lynn was going to help her escape. Without warning, Lynn put her arms around Kristen and stepped into her. As she hugged the startled young girl, Lynn tipped her head to the side slightly and planted a big open-mouth kiss on Kristen's unsuspecting lips. Kristen began to struggle immediately, but Lynn was the stronger of the two. She held the struggling girl tightly and kissed her hard. When she finally released her, Kristen sat heavily on the couch, flushed and shaking. "That's my Lynn," I thought, smiling as I locked the door to my room behind me and strolled into the living room. "Hi ladies," I said as I walked into the room. "Well, why don't we get started. Time's a-wastin'!" I smiled. "Kristen," I said, addressing the shaken young woman. She looked my way. "Do you ever masturbate?" She flushed a deeper shade of red. "Uh..huh," I said. "Judging by the blush on your pretty face, I'd say the answer is 'yes'. That's good," I said. "It's a healthy thing for a young girl to do." Kristen looked away quickly. "Why don't you show Lynn and me how you masturbate at home in your room. Show us how you rub your pretty pussy. Make yourself all wet for me, okay?" You could practically feel the heat radiate off the blushing teenager. "Go ahead, baby, play with your pretty pussy while Lynn and I get undressed." Finally, Kristen was able to speak. "Please don't make me do this," she whined. "I want to go home...." She sobbed once. "This is your home for tonight, honey, and Lynn and I are your friends, so go ahead and show us how nice and wet you can make yourself." "Oh please," she pleaded. "Start rubbing your pussy, NOW, Kristen," I commanded. With a distressed look on her pretty face, she slowly moved one small hand down to cup herself. "That's right, now show me how you rub your pussy at home," I coaxed. Reluctantly, the young girl began to gently rub her magnificent little pussy. "Spread your legs more so we can see how wet you're getting, baby," I said. Slowly, her legs separated wider. I could just get a glimpse of her soft pink labia as her little hand rubbed up and down between her firm thighs. "That's nice," I said. "You keep doing that while Lynn and I get undressed, and then perhaps we'll join you." Kristen looked away, totally embarrassed. Lynn and I quickly removed our clothes as we watched Kristen masturbate. Once we were both naked, we went over to the young girl on the couch and knelt in front of her, one of us at each of Kristen's knees. The teen closed her legs together in embarrassment. "Open your legs, baby," I said as I gently took her by the knees and helped to spread her thighs. "That's right, Lynnie and I want to get a good look at your pretty pussy. Doesn't Kristen have a pretty pussy, Lynn?" "She sure does," she answered in a lusty tone. "I remember how good she tastes too," she went on. "Mmmm. I know," I said. "I ate her sweet pussy earlier this evening." Kristen was blushing hotly as she sought to look away from the two of us. "Keep rubbing yourself down there," I coaxed the young girl. "Don't stop. Make yourself all nice and wet, baby." Her hand kept rubbing. "Look at us, Kristen, we want to see your pretty face while you masturbate for us." She turned back to face us, but her eyes were still downcast in shame. I could see her little labia beginning to glisten with the first hints of her sweet nectar. I could smell her sweet scent begin to rise from between her tender thighs. "I'd say our little friend is beginning to warm up, Lynnie." I smiled over at my girlfriend, who was intently watching Kristen's pussy. "Let me just check," I said as I moved my hand from Kristen's knee to her warm inner thigh. She stiffened and inhaled a quick breath. "It's okay, baby. I just want to see how wet you are." I looked at her pretty face, her expressions changing rapidly, mirroring the sensory inputs coming from between her legs. I gently moved my hand up her soft, warm thigh. I could feel her warm female moisture on the back of my hand as I got close to her pussy. "Move your hand, baby. Let me feel your pussy," I said gently.Kristen moved her hand reluctantly and allowed me to put three fingertips in between her puffy vulva and gently caress her soft, moist labia. She gasped as I first touched her. "Mmmm... That's nice, Kristen. You are getting nice and wet." I gently wiggled my fingertips in between her inner lips and slowly moved them up and down in her sticky little slit. I gently massaged around the hood of her little clit with my index finger. With my middle finger, I played at the entrance to her tight vagina, and with my ring finger, I pushed lightly at her rubbery little anus. "Uuugghh," she groaned as, ever so slowly, I worked her tender young cunt into a lather. I wiggled my index finger against her little clit and dipped my middle finger just inside her vaginal opening. I continued to press lightly against her rubbery little anus as well. I could feel her getting hotter and hotter from my manipulations. After a minute or two, I entered her with my middle finger. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned as her head went back. "Yeah, baby," I cooed. "Doesn't that feel nice?" As she looked back down at me, I could see her blue eyes begin to cloud with passion. I pushed my finger as deep into her as I could and then pulled it out, coated with her warm, sticky juice. I popped it in my mouth and sucked on it while she watched. "Mmmm," I said. "This is my dessert." I pushed my finger back into the tight teenager. I moved it slowly inside her for a while, getting it well coated with juice again, and then, pulling it slowly out of her, I said, "I don't want you to feel left out, Kristen. I want you to taste your sweet pussy off my finger. Will you do that now for me?" I held my sticky finger up in front of her. "Do I have to?" she whined. "Yes, baby, you have to. Now go ahead while it's still nice and fresh. Open your mouth." Slowly, her lips parted, and I pushed my finger into her warm, wet mouth. "Close your lips around my finger now and suck it clean," I ordered. She made a horrible face as I felt her warm tongue and lips move against my finger. As she sucked, I wiggled my finger in her mouth. "Isn't that nice," I said as I withdrew my finger from her warm mouth. "Want some more?" "No, thank you," she said, shaking her head. "Oh, come on, sure you do," I said as I pushed my finger deep into her hot little pussy once more. She grunted, and her head went back again. I moved my finger in and out of her slowly several times as I rubbed her hardening clit with my thumb. Her hips were beginning to move. "Here you go, baby. Second helping is all ready." I pulled out of her. This time, my finger was coated all the way to my knuckles, as was the back of my hand. Her juices were almost dripping off my hand. She was one wet little girl. She opened her mouth without prompting as I held my dripping digit up to her. I shoved it way back into her warm mouth this time. She almost gagged before closing her lips around my finger. "That's it, baby, suck my finger clean." I moved it in her mouth as she sucked gently, her eyes wide and staring at me. "Now I want you to lick all of your pussy juice off my hand for me," I instructed. Slowly, her little pink tongue went to work on the back of my hand. I moved it around so she could reach every last drop. "OK, Kristen, that's a real good girl," I said, smiling up at her. "Now it's Lynnie's turn. You want to taste some of this, don't you, Lynn?" "You bet," she said enthusiastically. "But I don't want it off your finger. I want to go right to the source." Without another word, she slipped over between Kristen's spread legs, leaned down between her thighs, and placed her mouth over her wet pussy. "Oh god... Don't!" the young girl moaned as she grabbed Lynn by the hair and tried to pull her sucking mouth off her pussy. I stood up quickly and took Kristen by the wrists. "Let go of her hair, Kristen," I said sternly. "But... oh nooooo," she panted as Lynn's tongue found its mark. I saw the young teen's firm tummy heave. She released her grip on Lynn's hair and looked up at me in mild distress. Her eyes searching mine. I smiled down at her and said, "Why don't we lay you back so you can relax and enjoy this." She gave another soft moan as Lynn continued to lick and suck her down there. Her little fists opened and closed in my grasp. Lynn must have been listening, because she came up from between Kristen's quivering thighs and, lifting her by the knees, helped me to swing her around on the wide couch. I laid the young girl back as Lynn spread her legs wide. She placed one of Kristen's calves up over the back of the sofa and bought her other knee up and then let her leg fall to the side. She immediately returned her mouth to Kristen's hot little pussy."She groaned around the shaft of my cock as her hips leapt up off the couch. I began to slowly pump my cock in and out of the teenager's tight hot mouth as Lynn continued her work on the other end. Kristen suddenly began to pant rhythmically as I noticed that Lynn was now dog lapping the young woman's sizzling hot cunt. Loud slurping noises filled the room and the strong scent of hot female permeated the air. I matched Lynn's rhythm with my cock and soon we were playing the young girl like a finely tuned instrument. I could feel my muscles begin to tighten. The first signs for me. I didn't want to cum in her mouth this time, so I said to Lynn, "Let's switch ends!" I slowly pulled my cock from Kristen's warm mouth as her head immediately began to roll to Lynn's sucking, her blue eyes closed tightly. I moved to the other end of the couch and began to rub Kristen's hard little clit at the same rhythm as Lynn licked. I don't think Kristen even noticed as Lynn slowly got up and I took her place between the young girl's widely spread thighs. I ran my fingers slowly up and down in her sopping wet pussy. I could see her juices running out of her vagina and down over her little asshole. I bent down and licked her tasty little pussy a few times, sucking up some of that tasty nectar. Kristen was almost comatose with passion. She was moaning loudly now with each lick. I barely broke stride as I took one last long lick and then placed the head of my cock at her entrance and pushed all nine inches into her in one fluid motion. "Ohhhhhhhh..." she moaned. God, she was great! Her resilient teenage pussy had barely been stretched from my last two "visits". She felt just like she did the very first time. As I entered her, I leaned forward over her and dropped to my hands, looking down into her wide staring eyes. Kristen instinctively brought her knees up on either side of my thighs and arched her back. I looked down and saw her flat little tummy bulge out as her muscles reacted to my deep penetration. As I began my long slow strokes, her hands came up to my elbows and she held on tightly. Her eyes closed and she rolled her head back, forcing her chest up high. As I picked up my pace, she fell back and began to pant, "Uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh...uhh..." her head rolling from side to side. I felt her firm vaginal muscles clamp and release on my pistoning shaft as I pulled it all the way out to the head and then back deep into her, causing spasms to spread through her belly with each stroke. Kristen's young body was by now on "auto-pilot." All fear and reason had left her. She was fucking me back with total abandon. "That's it, baby. Fuck me, baby. Fuck my hard cock. Fuck me hard, baby," I gasped down at her as I humped her. She must have heard me because her eyes opened. They were hazy with lust and the "Inward Stare". "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah..." she moaned as my cock fucked in and out of her quivering love canal. I had all but forgotten poor Lynn. I almost didn't notice her tap me on the shoulder. I was so into fucking the hot young teenager beneath me. "Remember me," she said, smiling. "Oh, sorry," I grunted. "Hop aboard!" I pushed myself up and back on my haunches. I grabbed Kristen's tight little butt and lifted as I slid her back onto me, her butt up off the couch, her firm thighs laying over mine and her back arched. I took her by her narrow waist and began to fuck her in short quick strokes. Lynn climbed up on the couch and lowered herself down over Kristen's face. Kristen struggled weakly at first. Then I felt her pussy clench once as Lynn's sweet cunt landed on her mouth. I never slowed my fucking, and soon the young girl was again a slave to her juices. What a wonderful sight it was to see Lynn's narrow waist and wide hips grinding sexily on Kristen's face. The teen's chin was just visible between Lynn's ass cheeks. I reached out and began to squeeze and pinch Kristen's firm young tits as I pushed in deep and ground my stiff cock around in her belly. "Uuugghhh," she grunted as she felt my dick head mash against the back of her vaginal canal. Her tummy again bulged in response to my deep probing cock. Soon Lynn lifted her weight off Kristen and held her pussy up so that the force of my thrusts moved Kristen's mouth against her. When I saw this, I began to hammer harder into Kristen's tight pussy. This caused Kristen's head to really bounce up and down. I saw Lynn's back arch as she let out a long guttural groan. I was driving both girls crazy. I felt it was only a matter of minutes before there was going to be a real cum fest right there on my couch. Kristen's little cunt was beginning to contract and release rhythmically, and she was virtually spurting juice out all over my balls and thighs. Lynn's shoulders and head were thrown back and her back was arched, her long dark hair spilling down to her waist, and I could feel my balls really start to throb. Kristen went off first. Her little ass bucked up high, almost popping my cock out of her as she shook violently inside and out. "Mmmmo... uuuggghhh!!!" she grunted into Lynn's cunt as she came. Her tight quaking pussy muscles sent me off next. I felt the "giant sneeze" form in my groin. "God damn girl!" I shouted as I began to hose down Kristen's cervix with jet after jet of hot sticky cum. As Kristen's young body arched again and she continued to shake, Lynn suddenly screamed and clamped her ass down on Kristen's face. I could see her pussy juices flow down the young teen's cheeks and chin as Lynn lustily ground her firm ass on Kristen's mouth. She too started shaking all over. The air in my apartment had taken on a distinct musky odor as the three of us pumped bodily fluids into each other. Lynn was the first to crawl from the pile of bodies. She moved to the end of the couch and lay snoozing peacefully. I fell forward onto Kristen and began kissing her deeply, her warm arms around my neck and back, my flaccid cock still in her tender belly. She groaned softly as I pulled out of her. "That was fantastic," I said, smiling down at her. "Yeah," she said. I received my first warm return smile from her. We all rallied after a while. Kristen was first up. The combination of her young age and the stimulant I had given her, I suppose. "What's next?" Lynn asked. "Well," I said, looking over at Kristen on the couch. "It seems our little friend is a bit more willing to play. Is that right, Kristen?" "I guess so," she said demurely. She was beginning to come back down to earth. I was sitting on an ottoman across from her. "Come over here for a second, Kristen.""She didn't argue but rather got to her feet and walked over slowly. She did have a worried look on her face, obviously wondering what I had in mind. As she stopped before me, I leaned forward and placed my hand between her thighs, cupping her warm, moist pussy. She flinched away ever so slightly as I pushed a finger into her wet slit. "Spread your legs a little," I told her. As she did, I moved my hand further back between her firm legs. I slowly moved my hand back and forth, running my finger from one end of her female slit to the other, squeezing her softly as I rubbed. "Mmmm," I said. "The girl is still sopping wet down here... and so hot." Kristen looked down at my hand between her legs first and then up at me with a quizzical look. "What do you want?" she asked nervously. "I just want to touch you, baby," I replied, watching her expression carefully. "I just like to touch your pussy. It feels so warm and soft and wet." She blushed hotly. "You know what might be nice?" I said to her. "It might be nice if you were to shave for me like Lynn. There is nothing nicer than the feel of a smooth, hairless pussy against my tongue. You should know, you've been eating Lynn's pussy too." Kristen looked really worried, but I continued before she could speak. "Don't get me wrong, I think your little 'Mohawk' is as cute as it can be, but I just like a change every now and then." I smiled up at her as I continued to gently stroke her. I could feel the remnants of the mixture of my cum and her juices and maybe some of Lynn's saliva between the teen's warm thighs. I rubbed the combination of juices around on her pussy lips and inner thighs, dipping my finger into her from time to time for more. "What do you think of that idea, Kristen?" "I just can't," she said in a small voice. "I have to go to gym class at school. When I change for practice, people will see!" she whined. "That's OK," I said, still rubbing. "You have a lovely little pussy and you should show it off." "Please," she pleaded. "I'll do anything you want, just please don't make me shave." "No, baby, I want to see your sweet pussy as bare as it was when you were eleven. Lynn, will you help Kristen get rid of all that pubic hair?" "Sure will," Lynn said happily. "Come on, Kristen," she said as she rose and took the luscious teenage girl by the hand. I removed my hand from her warm pussy and patted her on the butt as Lynn led the shattered-looking girl to the bathroom. "Clean her up a bit too, Lynn. I probably will want to taste her when she's ready." I sat and waited for about fifteen minutes. I was about to go see what was happening in the bathroom when the door opened. Lynn came out first. Slowly, Kristen moved through the door. She was blushing hotly as she tried to cover herself with a hand. "Take your hand away and come here, Kristen." As she removed her hand, my hard-on returned with a vengeance. She walked slowly toward me. Her freshly shaved young pussy seemed to shine. Her full, puffy vulva seemed to be even more pronounced without the covering of blonde, curly hair. Kristen's inner labia were very thin, so they did not protrude from between her outer lips at all. She was perfect. As she stood before me blushing, I got to my knees in front of her. This time she knew what to expect, because as I brought my mouth to her, she spread her thighs slightly. I brought my hands up behind her firm, round ass and pulled her sweet, smooth pussy onto my hungry mouth. I pushed her ass cheeks together and then spread them wide apart as I pushed my tongue deep into her warm, moist young pussy slit. She moaned out loud and brought her small hands to my head to steady herself. After I got my initial taste, I licked her smooth vulva and just rubbed my mouth and nose around on her, reveling in the feel of her soft, smooth pussy against my lips. "I love your new look," I said to Kristen as I held her back at arm's length to admire her. "Well," Lynn said suddenly, "It's been great, but I have to run." "You're leaving?" I said. "Yeah, it's getting late and I have a dentist appointment at nine. Besides, I thought I'd give you two lovebirds a night alone," she said, smiling. "OK," I said, "but you're coming over tomorrow, I hope?" "Sure, I'll be here, especially if Kristen is coming over." "No, Kristen won't be coming back until after school on Monday, but you know you're welcome anytime." Kristen just stood there, saying nothing. "OK, then," Lynn said. "I'm outta here." "Bye, bye," I said, blowing her a kiss. Lynn left. I looked at my watch. Jesus, it was almost 11:30! Kristen was still pretty wired, but I needed to get to bed. "Well, Kristen," I said, "It's past my bedtime. What say we turn in?" "Do you have a guest room?" she asked, "or am I supposed to sleep out here?" "Oh, no, baby. You're sleeping with me now," I said, smiling at the shocked young girl. "What?!" she said in an alarmed little voice. "Oh yeah, honey, I want to fuck you before I go to sleep. And I want my cock to go soft in your warm hole, and I want to fuck you again first thing in the morning. I love to make love in the morning. It's one of my very most favorite things to do. I think you'll like it too." She was speechless as I put my arm around her warm shoulders and led her back to my bed. I fucked her twice again that night. The second time, I had her on her side and entered her from behind. We fell asleep after a mammoth mutual orgasm, nestled together like spoons, my cock buried deep in her womb, her sweaty body against me, her warm hair spread over my face and pillow. * Saturday morning came way too early! I awoke to find Kristen still sleeping soundly beside me. I gently rolled over to look at her. She was so beautiful in her sleep. I secretly hoped that she would never leave and that neither Rick nor anyone else would ever lay a hand on her. She was stretched out on her back with her long blonde hair spread out around her head. I gently lifted the sheet and pulled it back. She stirred slightly but did not wake up. I just lay there for fifteen minutes or more, drinking in the sight of her lovely, firm young body. Her pretty little breasts rose and fell in time with her gentle breathing. Her luscious, freshly shaved young pussy held my eye for a full five minutes. After a few more minutes, I just couldn't resist. I started with the firm little breast nearest to me. I gently cupped it and squeezed gently. Her shoulders shifted in her sleep. Slowly, I began to rub one of her little, strawberry-colored nipples. I could feel it begin to get hard under my loving attention."Once it was standing proud, I pinched it gently. Kristen gasped softly. I moved to her other breast and repeated the same process. Next, I reached down and gently cupped her tender pussy. She again stirred and took a deep, slow breath. I began to rub slowly and gently. Her hips moved slightly a few times, and she moaned softly once or twice. I squeezed her puffy vulva gently. She felt wonderful. After several minutes, the stimulation must have seeped into her dreams, because her blue eyes fluttered open. She looked over at me with a sleepy, uncertain look as I gently rubbed her. "Good morning," I said. "Hi," she said. A tear formed in her eye as she turned away from me. "What's wrong?" I murmured into her ear. "You're always touching me," she said softly. "When are you going to leave me alone?" she asked, still looking at the wall. "Mmm, maybe some day, baby." I kissed her sweet neck. "Maybe some day. There's always the hope, though, that you'll begin to like my attentions," I said as I slipped a finger into her. "But right now, I need my wake-up fuck." She didn't resist as I pulled her legs apart and rolled on top of her. I worked the head of my stiffening cock up and down in her warm, moist pussy. I put a hand to her cheek and turned her face to me as I slowly entered her. Her eyes went wide as she felt me penetrate deep inside. I fucked her for over an hour, bringing her through several climaxes of epic proportions. By the time I had finished with her, she was deep in a mindless state of lust and sexual fervor. She offered no feedback for about the first ten minutes, but after her second orgasm, she became a most willing partner. I found myself wishing that I could keep the beautiful young woman in a constant state of arousal, because in that state, she gave back. After a shower and breakfast, it was time to take Kristen home. As she walked into the living room, I said, "It sure looks strange to see you dressed." She shot me a sour look. "You will be back on Monday, right?" "I suppose so," she said in a resigned tone. "Good, before you go, there is one more thing." I held up the butt plug. "Ohhh nooooo, not that," she whined.

Collections/xthewofliex/Kristen2.txt

Lara Cataluna

RAISING THE PERFECT SLUT

"...tired? ...poor girl... been working so hard... take a moment... you know what... go bring that ottoman from over there... (more snickering)... that's right, place it in the middle... now get on top... on all fours... see how you're elevated... completely on display... ...now put your hand between your legs... you'll put on a real show for us... we all wanna see how little sluts like you spend lonely nights (laughter all around)... don't blush... you're going to do it anyway (laughter)... no ifs, no buts... spread your legs... (It was quite a sight for Richard. Lara Cataluna, his enemy's daughter, completely exposed but for a pair of high heels - and about to masturbate in front of a bunch of businessmen. He eyed Lara's closely shaven pussy. He owned that pussy, he owned the entire body of this gorgeous young woman. Poor little thing was dying in shame. His little puppet on a string, his hated enemy's precious sweet daughter at his mercy.) Look at the man you're facing... move your right hand between your legs... you heard me... your right hand... stick it behind your beautiful legs... good girl... stick your ass out higher, so the men can see your hand... very good... now with one finger start playing with your clit... yes, you have to... you know where your clit is, don't you? (laughs)... Touch it with your middle finger so the men behind you can see it... no, no.. Don't close your eyes... keep looking at the man in front of you...now, start rubbing your clit... very good... you're wet, aren't you, slut?... answer me!... tell the men, are you wet?... (Lara couldn't help herself)... wet, aren't you? (Loud laughs)... so you like to be the party slut, huh?... answer me!... no who?... no Sir... that's better... I beg to differ... You'll learn to love being the party slut... But don't worry, you'll get lots of practice... (laughs all around) Now, show us how a slut like you makes herself cum... shift around so all the men can see... that's good... I'll tell you when to shift around again... there we go... (Lara's hand moves, at first reluctantly. But after she's been reprimanded a few more times, she can't help getting slowly in the action. Eyes open, staring at men stroking their cocks, she is made to touch herself with her mouth open and tongue stuck out.) (Richard enjoys the young woman's shame. Here she is, performing the most private, the most personal act of all in the presence of strangers. Fingering herself in front of men... Richard knew her complete humiliation would only enhance her submission, teaching Lara her own priorities and privacy no longer mattered...) Come on, girl... you know what to do...that's it...in and out...pick up speed...you like that?... are you getting off?... Answer the question... You are... Keep ramming those fingers... slut... faster... I said faster... that's right... (Lara's ass held high in the air, pumping her finger in and out of her pussy. She gets hot, despite herself. Her body's not hers to control any more. The humiliated girl was obviously close to an orgasm, she couldn't stop her panting despite the foreign eyes witnessing this shameful act...But suddenly she was ordered to stop. Richard enjoyed frustrating the helpless girl - she'd be begging for relief by the time he was through with her) Stop it girl... Look how excited she's gotten herself (laughs)... You haven't yet deserved to cum, little slut... But if it's cocks you want, you'll get plenty... (Men gave their approval with chuckles...) ...that's enough...you're nicely warmed up...I think it's time you got what you wanted...time to get fucked...don't blush...that's what you're here for, after all... you've been teasing the men for so long now, making them all hot and horny .. it's only fair for them to give you what you've been asking for... don't you think?... you know what, we'll be very nice to you... we'll do groups of five... we'll even let you pick the groups (laughs)... Come on, walk around the room and pick five men... ask each man if he wants to fuck you... oh no, you know the walk by now... that's better... tits forward... ass out... like a bitch in heat... ask the man politely... "would you like to fuck me, Sir"... not responding... you'll have to ask him a bit more seductively then... like a slut... beg for it, girl... beg him like you need it real baaad... there you go... look him in the eyes and lick your lips... cup your tits and show them to him... now ask again... take his hand... lead him to the ottoman... there we go... what a lucky little slut you are, putting your own gang-bang party together (snickering all around)... Go ahead and pick another one... no no... don't just pull his arm... be polite and seductive... get closer to him, right between his legs... scoop up some of your own juice... yes, put your finger inside yourself... move it in and out a bit... now show it to the man...put your wet finger in your mouth... lick it... now ask him if he'd like to fuck you... lead him to your place... I want you to pick the man with the biggest cock... no, no, not me honey (Richard laughed at the pathetic attempt to brownnose)... go ahead.. check all the men... walk around and check their cocks... is that him?... just tell him that he has the biggest cock, I'm sure he'd like to hear that from you... hahahaha... so, pick two more... good... that's five... now climb up the ottoman again... on all fours, that's a good girl... ... first... you need to make those cocks as hard as they can get... go ahead.. take one in your mouth and use your hands on the others... the men will help you out, holding your hands...don't worry about him grabbing your hair, that's just to direct you... you still need a little guidance... there we go, make them nice and hard again... it's a little work now, but that's what you're here for... let's hear how you're enjoying it, don't be shy again... we know it's a mouth full... that's the idea, hahahaha... now, get off the ottoman for a second and let one of the men lie down on his back... good girl... you see that cock standing all the way up?... go ahead and climb on top... no reason to hold back now... use your right hand and take the cock in your hand... don't worry, the men will hold you in balance... position that cock in front of your opening... can you feel it?..."I know you can... Now slide it inside of you... There we go, that wasn't so difficult, now was it? Move up and down, the men will help you... Let it go all the way in... It feels good, doesn't it? No, no, don't stop, just keep going, you look perfect like this... A good little fuck bunny... And this is just the first one, you'll learn to do even better. Now, lean forward, girl... There we go... He's gonna hold your head in position... You know what for, don't you... Yes, open your mouth... Take that cock inside your mouth again... You still remember it? I thought you would... But this time you're not just gonna make it hard... No, you're gonna have to make it cum, ok? You know, suck it till the white gooey stuff comes out... Yes, and you're gonna be a good girl and swallow it... Lots of protein for a growing girl... Go ahead, take it all inside... Let your tongue swirl and suck at the same time... Just as if you'd be sucking a lollipop... Now, we know you have good manners and can eat quietly, but we wanna hear you suck and slurp... There we go... And keep your eyes open, look up at the man you're sucking... Such a sweet sight... He's holding your hair tight so he can set your pace, girl... He's helping you do your job right. I know you'd like to lean on your arms for balance, but your hands are needed... Just let the men guide them... You know where... That's why you picked five men... Put your hands around those cocks... Move them slowly... The men's hands will show you... You need to keep these cocks hard for when they go inside you... The men can do it themselves, of course, but it feels much better to use your hands... Yes, their grip is tight, but that again is only to help you. Ah, they're getting serious now... You feel that, the man is putting a small belt around your waist... That way he can hold you better in place... You see, the fifth man is gonna fuck your ass now... And your ass is probably gonna be a little tight... So you might wanna move away a bit... Most girls would wanna do that... But it would be very annoying for the gentleman, so that's why he is putting the belt around you... There he goes, nice and tight around the waist... Now tell us, have you ever been fucked in the ass before?... Poor thing, you can't answer with your mouth full... I bet you haven't... You've probably been a prim and proper girl always... Hahaha... Well, not anymore... You look like a regular party slut now... Can you feel it?... He's sliding a finger in your asshole to stretch it up a bit... He's even putting some gel there... You should really be thankful to these men, girl... They are so considerate... (Loud laughs)... There he goes... I can see his cock positioning in front of your asshole... Now it's gonna hurt a little, but a girl's gotta get used to it... You just keep sucking... Hmm, that cock barely fits... Good thing he's holding you down so tight... You can scream, that's ok... In fact, we want you to... Just let it out... What a good loud, screaming, little slut... You feel his cock sliding in? It's almost all the way in... This is a good one to start, girl... It's not all that big... The others might stretch you up a little more... He's riding you like a pony now... Too bad you can't see it... But I know you can feel it... Hahahaha... What a beautiful sight... What a slut... You feel those cocks sliding in and out? I know you do... That's good, scream and moan... Let them know they are really fucking you... No one else is around to hear it anyway. (After a little while, the men in action are close to an orgasm. Their grips are getting even tighter, Lara hears their breathing getting heavier. She wants to move away a bit, but she can't. Her head is moved back and forth fast, her hands are jerking off two cocks and the two others inside Lara are picking up their pace. Suddenly, she feels the hot sperm gushing down her throat. She gags, but it keeps coming. At the same time, she feels hot stuff flying through her hands up against her sides and her back, followed by the cocks inside her. Lara feels the cum filling her up, the cocks straining inside her.) See how you made all the men cum, huh?... What a useful little slut... Getting dizzy?... Shame... No, we won't slow the pace... In fact, quite the reverse... Don't worry... You will eventually learn to fuck men by the dozens... Look what a mess you made, bad girl... Clean those cocks... With your tongue, of course... That's right, even the cock that was in your ass... Start with that one, in fact... Is it tasty? (Laughs all around) (Lara took the cocks in her mouth one by one, licking them clean - some of the men preferred to use her silky hair to wipe off their cocks. Finally, she's given a second or two to catch her breath.) Are you tired, girl... Yes?... Oh, well, you'd better train yourself, girl... We're just beginning here... We are all anxious to resume your work-out... However, unlike a little slut like you, these men have too much class to go for sloppy seconds... So off you go to the shower (Richard pointed towards an adjacent door)... Don't you dare touch the hot dial... Take a quick ice-cold shower... So that you'll be ready for more fun... Well, we'll be having fun, I don't know about you (Loud laughter all around the room)... You got exactly five minutes to get your ass back on the ottoman, little missy, so you'd better hurry up if you don't wanna get punished. (As Lara hurried to the shower, Richard poured more whiskey for his guests. He felt confident. He was about to purchase a large stake in a small computer manufacturer in Texas, called Dell. Largely unknown firm, but the deal was dirt cheap - and Richard saw some future in this company. He always had an eye for good start-ups - if the deal went through, it could eventually help put Rostock Enterprises back on the map - and given the expression on the faces of his guests, the deal was as good as done.) He smiled in satisfaction, imagining everything he would do to Lara as the shivering girl returned from the shower. He noted the way she was unconsciously covering her body - the shower had renewed the girl's sense of shame. 'Poor little slut,' Richard chuckled to himself. Soon, Lara was once again placed on the dreaded Ottoman, with men swarming all over her like flies... An exhausted, sweaty Lara emerged from the Grand Meeting Room a couple hours later. It was obvious she'd been working real hard the past few hours. As she made her way to the secretary's desk, she could feel the demeaning looks from her co-workers. They eyed her with either disdain or ridicule. Everybody pretended as though they had no idea what went on in the Grand Meeting Room - it was a dirty little office secret that wasn't acknowledged in a crowd. Saddle jokes were commonplace, however: It was Mrs. Brown who made a point of asking her loudly: "Did you manage to get the minutes, honey?" This drew loud snickers from the office crowd, turning Lara's face a deep shade of red. People pretended not to notice the mocking undertone in the question even as Lara gathered up her belongings and rushed out of the office in shame.

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Collections/xthewofliex/RAISINGTHEPERFECTSLUT4.txt

Blackmailed Secretary

"Ah, Mr. Riggs, welcome. Mr. Depoulos is waiting for you." Depoulos' personal secretary announced Bob on the intercom and stood, showing the way. She opened the heavy door that led to her boss' office. Bob thanked the secretary and stepped in. He had never felt that nervous in his whole life. Seeing Roberta standing by Depoulos' desk made him even more nervous. She looked gorgeous - a complete babe. She was wearing a tight black buttoned cashmere top, emphasizing the generous curves of her breasts. Her shapely bottom and hips were wrapped in a grey above-the-knee skirt. Light grey stockings, shiny black high heels, and perfect makeup completed the picture. Bob's heart sank as he realized she was definitely the girl of his dreams. They looked at each other in silence. They hadn't had a chance to speak since last night. "Welcome, Bob," said Mr. Depoulos. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable." Bob nodded and sat down in the chair before Depoulos' desk. Only then did he recognize that Liza - the waitress from the night before - was there too. She was dressed in a tight black dress, stockings, and heels, and as soon as he sat down, she moved to his side and just stood there. "I was looking forward to meeting you," said Depoulos, standing. He stepped closer to Roberta, standing behind her. "You are a very lucky guy, Bob, you're going to marry a most beautiful girl." His hand traveled across Roberta's belly to her breasts. Bob swallowed hard as he saw Depoulos' hand hold her left breast. "I think she gained some weight, and that makes her big tits look even sexier, did you notice?" He squeezed Roberta's breasts slowly. The way her nipples tensed the fabric of the top revealed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Bob meekly shook his head no. Roberta blushed as she realized that her boyfriend wasn't going to put up any resistance - he wasn't going to save her. In fact, Bob too was blushing, and a bulge had already appeared in his pants. "Can't wait to see her become a pretty pregnant wife with milk-oozing udders," Depoulos went on, suddenly seizing her left nipple through the fabric of her top and pulling on it hard, causing a moan of pain and a squirm on Roberta's part. "She will have to be milked like this...." Depoulos reached with the other hand around her upper body to her other breast, and began pulling on her nipples alternately, like he was milking a cow. He pulled very hard - almost as if he was trying to tear her nipples from her body. Roberta bit her lower lip and moaned in pain, trying to remain still as she was tortured by her boss. "S... stop that," muttered Bob, but he couldn't manage to sound very compelling. Depoulos just grinned. He fetched a black latex glove and wore it on his right hand. Then, he forced his hand under her skirt before Bob's eyes. "Look," he said. Bob swallowed hard again. From Roberta's renewed squirming and moaning, there was little doubt as to what her boss' hand was doing. Depoulos withdrew his hand and showed two fingers to Bob - the black latex was shiny in Roberta's juices. "That's what she thinks about being treated as a cow, Bob." Bob hesitated. "I... know," he muttered. Something had clicked inside him. He didn't really believe that Roberta wanted to be done what was being done to her. But pretending to believe it, for some reason, was a very attractive way to go. This cleared all of his sense of guilt. Liza took something from her purse and handed it to Depoulos, returning immediately to her place. The object was a black plastic cock of an obscene size. Depoulos forced his juice-covered fingers in her mouth, holding the toy in the other hand. "This cunt really loves to be raped," he said, rubbing the plastic dong on her breasts through her top. He then began unbuttoning her top, still pushing his fingers deep inside her mouth. Bob was mesmerized, it was so erotic, her sweet lips around those black latex fingers filling her mouth obscenely. She was lovingly sucking on those fingers as he undressed her. When the first buttons were undone, Bob realized that Roberta's naked breasts were bound tightly by several loops of a thin rope. Depoulos pulled the unbuttoned top to the sides to reveal her bound beautiful breasts, and placed the plastic dong between them. His eyes were fixed on Bob's as he began fucking her cleavage with the toy. "Such a perfect whore cow," said Depoulos, teasing Bob. Then, he slid the dong across Roberta's belly to the hem of her skirt, and began to pull it up slowly. Bob realized that somehow, Liza was there for him, yet she would do nothing unless requested. He looked at her, needing relief from the desperate hardness of his manhood. Liza smiled a wicked smile to him and knelt beside him meekly, without saying a word, placing her small hand on Bob's knee. Roberta's skirt was now to her waist, and Bob could see her beautiful hips, sexy stockinged thighs, and her shaved mound, which was arranged in a sexy, obscene way. Roberta's puffy cunt lips had been painted with a brilliant red lipstick. Two small chains with alligator clips at the ends connected the hem of her stockings to her labia, to force them apart. The chains were short enough to pull on her cunt lips, stretching them a bit even when her legs were not widely parted. "Do you like the way your bride's pig cunt has been adorned, Bob?" asked Depoulos teasingly, pushing his middle finger in her hole. "Oh... yes," Bob replied. Depoulos grinned and slapped Roberta's inner thighs. "Open your cum hole, pig," he ordered. She spread her legs obediently in response, the clips stretching her labia as she did. Depoulos placed the head of the fake cock against her lipsticked entrance and pushed in slowly. Bob saw the tip of the plastic cock disappear in her cunt, as her painted labia adjusted around its huge size. Then, the boss began to fuck her hole roughly and deeply with the huge black thing. Bob was blushing and slightly trembling as he reached for Liza's hand and nervously pulled it closer to his crotch. Liza simply smiled and let him do it. Her hand began to rub his erect manhood through the fabric of his pants. Depoulos continued fucking Roberta's cunt with the dildo and her mouth with his gloved hand for a while. Then, he switched to placing the dildo in her mouth - "Yes, your bride is a cow and she loves to be raped and degraded" he was saying - and his fingers roughly up her cunt - "or at least, I love to rape her... in every hole..." Depoulos was now fucking both holes, at different rhythms. While the dildo went in and out from her stretched mouth slowly and deeply, his fingers moved at a fast pace, pushing deep, as his palm pushed against her clit. "I'm sure you love to see this sexy bitch raped too, Bob. She is too beautiful," the man teased Bob. Bob didn't reply this time. Liza began to rub his cock harder. Depoulos stopped using her mouth and cunt and pushed her to the corner of his desk. Then he forced her to bend over, her upper body resting on the desktop. She was placed at the right angle to let Bob see her face but her ass too. Depoulos parted her asscheeks and began slapping the big dong onto her crack. "Would you like to see your bride take it up her ASS now, Bob? This huge thing just filled her cunt, think how good it will look pushed into her tight anus. Would you like it?" Bob didn't reply. The big plastic dong made slapping sounds as it hit Roberta in her crack across her tender anus. "It's simply too big, Bob," Depoulos continued. "This will tear the bitch's ass apart. You should stop me from doing that. But, I know, it's too erotic to see a cow being raped in her ass like I will be doing now, isn't it?" Bob nodded. "I can order your bride to look at you while she takes it up her ass. I might even order her to smile to you, or perhaps you prefer to see the pain and degradation in her beautiful face. Is this what you want, Bob?" "Y... yes," Bob muttered. He looked at Liza, and added: "pl... please suck me..." Liza smiled again, again without a word. Depoulos slapped Roberta's ass. "You heard your hubby, cow, he wants you to look into his eyes as I tear your ass apart. Look at him." He placed the big dildo against her tender puckered hole. Roberta's sweet, tear-filled eyes locked on her future husband's. "If you want Liza to suck you," Depoulos continued, to Bob, "you have to say that your bride is a kennel slut. You have to tell *her*." "Y... yes please," murmured Bob. He looked into Roberta's eyes, and for a moment he was unable to speak. Then Depoulos began to push the obscene plastic cock inside her. Bob looked straight into Roberta's eyes as they were filled by tears and she bit her lips.... "You... are a kennel slut," Bob murmured. He looked at Depoulos. "Please... please let Liza suck me..." "Okay, Bob, my waitress will suck you while I torture Roberta's asshole. I'll actually add a little bonus to your amusement."Depoulos stuck half of the toy inside her anus and left it there. Then, he fetched a pair of handcuffs and locked her wrists behind her back. Next, he reached for his desktop lamp. It was a heavy lamp secured to the desktop by a large vice at its base. The base happened to be close to Roberta's breasts. Depoulos unscrewed the vice a bit, then seized the girl's breasts and brutally forced as much of them as he could in the vice. Roberta moaned and pleaded "no... no..." but did not dare look away from Bob, who was being unzipped by Liza. Depoulos grinned and screwed the vice tight again, crushing some of Roberta's breast flesh, close to the base of the nipple, in the device. "Cows must be treated like animals, don't they?" Depoulos asked Bob, with a grin. Bob nodded and muttered a weak "yes..." as Liza took his cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. Roberta felt her boss seize and pull her hair to force her to arch her back so that her breasts were stretched, and cried out in agony - then the boss began to push on the toy roughly, forcing it inch by inch in her asshole. "Tell Roberta she is a whore cow and deserves to be used like an animal," Depoulos ordered Bob. The young man held Liza's head in his hands, lost in the intense pleasure - "you are a whore... a cow... you deserve to be treated like an animal" he said. Depoulos grinned and began to fuck her asshole while pulling on her hair. The bound girl was squirming, moaning, crying, fucking back on the dildo, looking at Bob - only dimly aware through the intense pain and despair. Her boss finally shoved most of the dildo inside her ass and left it there again, slapping her naked exposed cunt hard. When Bob was close to cumming, Liza suddenly withdrew from his cock, and held it in her hand, jerking him, his cock pointing at her pretty face. Depoulos noticed that change and decided that the show was over. "Cum now, pig" he ordered, slapping her cunt harder. Roberta knew she had to obey. No matter how intense the pain and humiliation, she had to cum. She focused on the sensations of her pussy and asshole and began to swing her hips to the slapping - till she convulsed in a big climax. Bob closed his eyes seeing her climaxing, and moaned aloud as he began spurting on Liza's face - another huge load of cum. Liza didn't stop to jerk him, giving his cock longer and longer strokes - holding it tighter and tighter - with each spurt. When Bob opened his eyes again, Depoulos was releasing Roberta's breasts from the lamp vice. The huge toy was still buried into her asshole. He forced her to stand. Liza stood too, approaching Roberta, with Bob's cum all over her face. "Lick her clean," Depoulos ordered Roberta. The girl, her beautiful face still wet with her tears, bent forward and began to lick her fiancé's cum from Liza's cheeks, lips, and chin. Bob instinctively zipped his pants. "Good job, pig," commented Depoulos when Liza's face was clean. Liza returned to her place, standing beside Bob, as Depoulos sat down on a chair in front of Bob. "Now, let's talk about business" he said. "Roberta, pig, kneel beside me, you will clean my feet while I have a talk with Bobby." He removed his right shoe - he wore moccasins and no socks. Roberta, her hands still handcuffed behind her back, bent down and began to suck on his toes. As she had obviously been trained to do, she sucked on each toe lovingly, and then began licking the space between them. Depoulos grinned at Bob, "I never need to wash my feet since this cow is in control. She cleans them perfectly. She is also a very nice alternative to toilet paper. Do you like the idea of this whore cow eating large chunks of shit directly from my ass, Bob?" "Y... yes" was Bob's reply. He was trembling now - he understood that Depoulos' intentions were about to be revealed, and did not know what to expect exactly. All he knew was that he had just experienced the most erotic moment of his whole life. Guilty, but desperately, completely pleased by what had just happened and by the way this strong-willed older man was treating his wife-to-be. Depoulos breathed in deep, and then said, "as you understand, this cow is mine, my property. You understand that nothing will change this state of facts; you don't have a choice about it. Right?" The man looked straight into Bob's eyes. "Yes..." he said. "Good. Now, that's where you do have a choice. You may simply walk out on this fat-assed girl sucking on my toes now, and leave her to her fate. She will leave the life of a sextoy cow and you'll never know about her." Depoulos slapped the girl's exposed ass, which was right beside Bob. "Or maybe - second choice - you love this fat spankable cunt too much and want to be beside her for the rest of your life. Get married despite everything. Live with her. But since she is a slave, she could only marry someone of my choice. Someone who will not create problems or try to fight me. And that is, a slave hubby." Bob went pale. "Wh... what?" "You will see Roberta again only if you accept my authority and control. Only if you are willing to take orders from me exactly as the cow does. If you accept this arrangement, I will allow you to marry the bitch and to use her from time to time. Do you understand?" Bob hesitated. "Y... yes" he murmured, nodding. "Of course, I won't be giving out my property - not now at least, and not for free. You Bobby will be allowed to be her fiancé, but *I* and I alone will be in control of her cunt, her tits, her ass, her mouth - her body. I might let you use her - as you are doing now - but it will always be solely up to me. Do you understand Bobby?" "Yes..." he replied again. "You will hold no right whatsoever on your fiancée and wife. I could be sending three black men to fuck her holes in your bed on your wedding night, if I choose to do so, or three big dogs for that matter. I could order her to never fuck or suck or even kiss you. I could even order *you* to suck a big black man before her eyes. And you will be granted use of the bitch only if you are a good boy and deserve it. Do you understand this too?" "Yes..." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Roberta will never be a normal wife. She will be a whore slave wife, and a whore mommy when she gets pregnant. She will suck her sons' cocks and eat her daughter's cunt, if I feel like it. Would you like to see Roberta with a baby cock in her mouth?" Bob hesitated again. He realized there was *no* limit at all to what Depoulos' perverted mind would devise for them. Yet each word from that stronger man managed to make his cock harder. "Yes... I would like to see that," he replied. Depoulos grinned. "Oh, I see." He bent over and pushed two fingers in Roberta's clipped cunt. "And you whore, do you want to suck your sons like a good whore? Does it make your cunt wet?" Roberta timidly replied, "yes... master... thinking of sucking her own sons makes this pig's cunt wet master." Depoulos nodded, withdrew his hand from her slippery cunt, faced Bob again. "Now, make your choice, Bobby. Just remember, if you choose *not* to be a good slave hubby, you will never even kiss her again. In fact, you will not see her again at all. She will be moving to my house today to live as a full-time slave there." "And... and if I accept... where will she live?" "It will of course be my choice, but I think you might live in a house of your own. Of course, I will have the keys, free access, and will control you both completely all the same." "I see" Bob murmured. Good. Depoulos slapped Roberta's ass again, louder than before. "And your choice is?" Bob hesitated. If he didn't agree, he would be back to his life - a normal life. He knew he would be masturbating for years thinking of what happened today. If he did agree, on the other hand, he would have more of this - more and more of this, more than he could even imagine now. Shameful as it was, there was little doubt as to what his heart wanted. "I.... agree" he murmured. "Sure?" "Yes." "Say, yes master." "Yes... yes master." Depoulos grinned. "Lick her cunt now, feel how wet this cow has got hearing us." Bob hesitatingly slid off his chair, squatted behind her, bent forward and licked her sloppy cunt as requested, tasting her wetness, something he had never done before. "Is the cow wet?" asked Depoulos. "Yes," Bob replied. "Yes what?" "Yes... master". Depoulos nodded. "Lick the ring of her anus." Bob obeyed, circling his tongue around the base of the black plastic cock buried inside her. "This fuckpig loves to have her anus licked. Now sit down again, Bobby." Bob murmured "yes master" and sat back on his chair. He realized that every time he said "master" he felt something in his cock. He looked at Depoulos, who was now withdrawing his foot from Roberta's mouth and putting his shoe back on. "Now, Bobby, the economic part of it." Bob nodded, listening to his new master. "To seal our agreement, as soon as possible, all of your money will be transferred to an account of my choice. Roberta already complied with this. Further, all of your future incomes will be transferred directly to that same account. You will only use what money I decide to give you, and you will spend it as I instruct you to spend it. Do you understand?" Bob's heart was beating fast now. It seems all so absurd. Yet he heard himself mutter, "yes, master." "I know you are paying for your new house. Never worry about it, I will deal with the mortgage. In fact, I want you to lead a comfortable life, but whatever you get, you will get from me and me alone." "Yes... master." "Very good." Depoulos pulled Roberta's hair to force her to kneel straight. He caressed her beautiful lips. "Now, Bob, I want you to do something to prove that you are serious about this. It's going to be something very easy, to begin with. Ok?" "Yes master." The boss nodded. "Good.I want to use your bride's mouth, Bobby, I want to put my cock into it and fuck it until I fill it with my cum. He paused, watching Bob intently, letting his words sink in. And I want you, Bobby, to put my cock into your girl's mouth so that I can dump my cum into it. Bob was blushing a brilliant red now, but he nodded meekly. Yes, master, I will, he said. Kneel here. Bob again left his chair, this time to kneel for the first time before his master. Depoulos slapped Roberta's ass, and she crawled aside, facing him on her knees. Go ahead, Bobby, said Depoulos, unzip me and pull it out. Bob extended his trembling hands and undid and unzipped Depoulos' pants. Depoulos was wearing black boxers; Bob timidly undid their buttons, feeling his hardness against his fingers. Of course, it was the first time he ever unzipped another man and felt another man's cock. He reached for Depoulos' hard shaft and pulled it out, realizing how much bigger Depoulos was. What am I going to do to your cow bride, Bobby? Tell me. You... are going to have her suck you, master. Yes, I am going to fuck her mouth. Is my cock bigger than yours, Bobby? Y... yes, master, much bigger, master. And do cows need big cocks? Yes, master, they do need big cocks. Good. So you can feed her with my cock, said Depoulos, but suddenly changed his mind. No, wait. First, give it a lick, Bobby. You are a slave to my cock as much as your bride is. Give it a long, slow lick. Bobby hesitated. He wasn't gay, not even bi, or at least, he never thought he was. But he knew that wasn't the point now: what was being tested wasn't his sexual taste, but his submission. He bent forward. Look into Roberta's eyes as you do it, Bobby. Bob muttered yes, master once again, and looked at Roberta as he stuck his tongue out and slowly licked his master's cock. Depoulos laughed. Bob's tongue ran slowly from Depoulos' balls to his cock head, as Bob blushed. Oh, you are a sexy cocklicking girl, Bobby, aren't you. Tell Roberta what her groom is. Y... your groom is a sexy... cocklicking girl, Bob murmured. Depoulos laughed again. Go ahead, now, give it to the cow. Bob nodded and directed Depoulos' huge cock to Roberta's mouth. She parted her lips - the lips he had kissed in so many romantic moments - and took that big shaft, letting it slide slow and deep. Roberta, please me - but the head only. Roberta began bobbing her head very slightly - her lips massaging the head of her master's cock back and forth. You know, Bob, I won't cum like this. I need you to jerk my cock until I shoot my sperm in your wife's mouth. Bob blushed as some tears appeared in his eyes. He began to pump Depoulos' cock slowly. He realized he was teasing a stranger to make him cum in his future wife's mouth - in the mouth of his once innocent sweetheart. That was so degrading. But his own cock was getting hard on this, adding to his degradation. Bob didn't speak, still pumping on the other man's cock. Hmmm.... Now hold your wife's head and masturbate my cock with her mouth. Be sure to make her take it deep. Bob seized Roberta's hair and began pushing and pulling on her head. You will do the same to other men too, and it's going to be her cunt or ass, too. You will milk cocks to spurt cum in her cunt. Do you like the idea, Bobby? Yes... master... Depoulos was breathing harder and obviously getting closer to climax. He withdrew, and Roberta opened her mouth to receive her master's cum. Pump me, Bobby, the man commanded. Bob obeyed, jerking the pulsating cock until it began to shoot in Roberta's waiting mouth. Do not swallow, pig, ordered Depoulos. Several large shots filled Roberta's mouth. Kiss her, Bobby. Bob hesitated. Depoulos noticed his feelings. Kiss her passionately or kiss her goodbye. Give this cow a deep tongue kiss, he said. Bob closed his eyes and obeyed. Roberta stuck her cum-covered tongue for a French kiss, and Bob accepted it. The taste of cum was foul - yet he endured it. The idea of tasting another man's sperm should have disgusted him - and it did, but also aroused him somehow. He felt on the lowest level of surrender to degradation. Very good, said Depoulos, now rub my cock on Roberta's face till it's clean. Bob again held Depoulos' cock, while Roberta bent forward to allow him to comply with that order. Submissively, the young man rubbed this stranger's shaft on his beautiful fiancée's face. When Depoulos thought he was clean enough, he ordered Bob to redo his pants. You may leave now, Bobby. Go home and jerk yourself, I know you're dying to be alone with that small prick of yours throbbing in your hands. Leave us alone. Roberta has several more duties here, today. Y... yes, master, said Bob, standing and turning towards the door. He stepped out, leaving his fiancée with the man who was the sole owner of her body. Heading for home, and for his first afternoon as a hubby slave.

Part 7. Pervert Agreement

Collections/xthewofliex/blackmailedsec7.txt

Lara V Cataluna

Mrs. Arrogant Tamed

"Rudy, how's it going, man?" "Hi, James!" Rudy nodded at his neighbor. "What are you up to?" "Actually, I'm leaving for London in 2 hours. So I'm on my way to JFK." Rudy's heart started beating fast. This could be his chance. "So, London, huh? How long do you plan to be in London?" "Well, I should be back next Monday - so a little more than a week! How is college going? Having fun in Princeton?" "A week, a whole fucking week," Rudy said to himself. "This is it. I'm going for it!" His mind was filled with the luscious image of Alicia, the wife: simply the most stunning bitch he'd ever known or seen. James was a lucky man - well, he was lucky for getting to fuck Alicia!! Other than that, the uppity bitch was certainly a pain in the ass. James and Alicia had been married for little more than a year, living the life of the elite in New York, in an ultra-expensive apartment with a grand view of Central Park. They were a perfect match: both good-looking, rich, mid-twenties, and members of high-society families. Of course, Alicia did not hold a job - some of her high-society friends worked symbolic jobs like teaching at the kindergarten - but Alicia was too good for that. Yet, she wasn't your typical trophy wife, subservient and proper!! Instead, she was utterly cocky and pushy. Unlike her friends who got around in cabs or chauffeured cars, Alicia insisted on terrorizing Fifth Avenue in her Range Rover. She was quite fond of her sexy outfits, even though some high-society ladies might have considered it a bit too daring. While her friends played bridge, she rode her horse out in Connecticut. You could spot her arrogance from a mile away. She always had that "I don't take shit from anyone" look on her face! "Hey, yoo, Rudy, are you OK? Come on, your freshman year can't be that bad!" "Huh, ah, yes," Rudy came to himself. "No, no, Princeton's great, my freshman year was just fine!" "Well, good to hear that. Listen, I gotta run, tell hi to your Dad, Ok? See you later!" "Yeah, sure thing, James, I'll see you later." Rudy stood in front of the elevator, trying to make a decision. His heart was pounding, torn between lust and fear. His hard-on was becoming painful under his jeans. "Fuck," he said to himself, "it's now or never." He walked across the hallway, knocked on the door. Rudy had known Alicia for a long time as his family were friends with Alicia's. Rudy's house was next to Alicia's in California before his dad got a promotion and they moved to New York. Of course, with the age differential and all, he'd never been close to Alicia, but they certainly exchanged greetings and did a bit of small talk every now and then. So, it wasn't entirely unusual when he rang the bell - Alicia would probably think his Mom sent him over to ask for something. When Alicia opened the door, she was in her robe. If Rudy had any doubts about what to do, they all disappeared the moment he saw her again - the best fuckable thing he'd ever seen in his life, sizzling sexy in her morning robe, standing just a few inches from him, with that wonderful yet arrogant smile on her gorgeous face! No sir, it was not the time to shy away from risks or develop a moral conscience. It was time to... tame an arrogant bitch. "Hi," said Rudy. "Hi, Rudy. How are you?... Why don't you come on in?" Alicia barely felt the needle inserted in her leg. She was completely under his mental control within seconds. Rudy ordered, "Let's walk into the living room, Alicia." Alicia walked towards the living room, swaying her shapely ass as Rudy walked behind her, his hand squeezing his dick through the pants. Alicia wasn't aware of anything unusual, as she meant to walk towards the living room anyway. Rudy sat on the couch, crossed his legs. Alicia was thinking Rudy was being a bit rude as she herself attempted to be seated and asked if the young man would care for a coffee. "Don't sit," demanded Rudy. Alicia froze on her feet. "What?" Alicia reacted, not quite sure what was going on! "Shut up!" hissed Rudy. He didn't want to be chatting with Alicia at this point - they'd be doing much talking later on. "Come here, stand before me." Alicia did so obediently, her body acting as though she was on remote control. Even though her body was perfectly obedient, and her mouth was shut against her will, her eyes told a different story. Rudy could read the shock and the fear in her eyes - as well as the furious anger fighting to surface through all the other intense emotions. Then, he remembered to ask a few critical questions: R: OK, Alicia, you may now speak but only to answer my questions - a simple yes or no will do, you are not to say anything else. Are there any servants in the apartment right now? A: No! The contempt in her voice was clear even though she was answering Rudy obediently. R: Do you expect anyone to come over today? A: Yes! A: No! R: Good! We wouldn't want any disturbance! Let's see you taking off your kinky robe! Alicia, now red-faced with a mixture of anger and humiliation, proceeded by unbuckling her belt and letting her robe fall to her feet. Rudy for a moment felt like his air supply was cut off. She was stunning in her black panties and bra - an especially kinky set straight out of Victoria's Secret! And this best of the best piece of meat was his to play with!! At that moment, he seriously considered simply jumping on her right there and then, and fucking her brains out for the next hour! But he had to restrain himself - he wanted to fully live his fantasy! R: "Alright, here is the deal, Alicia. I have a special power that enables me to control your mind. I cannot control your opinions and feelings, nor do I wish to! However, I have absolute control over your body and your actions, which I will use to my advantage. It ain't fair, but hey, tough shit!" R: "I suppose even you wouldn't dispute what a snotty, uppity bitch you are. Well, now I am on a self-claimed mission to teach you proper manners expected from a fine lady - like virtues of obedience and respect. Of course, to be honest, the main goal here is for me to rape, nail, screw, violate you in any way imaginable, fuck your brains out, simply have my way with you. You will be performing all my wishes." R: "So, shortly I'll be telling you the day's plans. But, first, answer me, do you have a camcorder - with a tripod? A: "Yes!" R: "Good! I wouldn't expect anything less from a yuppie couple like you! Go, fetch 'em, baby!" Alicia came back with the camera and the tripod in a moment, handed them to Rudy, assumed her previous position, standing in front of him, in her lingerie. R: "OK, now, let's see you entirely naked, darling. That's right, bitch, not a single piece of clothing will remain on that fantastic body of yours." He did his best to keep his cool as Alicia's terrific body was completely revealed to him. Here she was, the object of his lust, the subject of his countless masturbations, standing naked just a few feet from him, totally helpless and at his mercy. R: "You know you are great fuckable meat, don't you, Alicia? Of course, you do! Go fetch me a cold beer from the fridge!" Alicia left, swaying her tight and curvy ass as Rudy watched her naked body in amazement. When she got back, Rudy ordered: "Alright, now follow me!" Rudy walked toward the large window facing outside. R: "Lie on the floor right in front of the large window!!! Yeah, like that!" Alicia complied, lied on the floor on her back, with her head close to the window, and her pussy facing the living room entrance. R: "Spread your legs, cunt!! Push 'em apart, as far as they will go! That's right, like that. Bitch! Keep your arms on the sides. Don't worry, nobody should be able to see you - the apartment faces Central Park for crying out loud!! Of course, if some pervert decides to park his helicopter outside the window, that's a different story, or if some thief breaks in and walks into the living room. What a spectacle that would be!" Now that Alicia had assumed the position, Rudy placed the camera on the tripod and placed it right across from her. He proceeded by setting up the vision so that her whole body, including her face, would be filmed. He pulled a chair and set next to the camera. He pushed the record button. R: "Now, you'll be answering my questions - we're gonna have a little Q&A with you!! You'll tell me all about your sexual life, you will leave no secrets uncovered, no matter how private! So start by telling me your wildest, most outrageous fantasy...""And don't worry, all of it will be recorded on the video for future presentation!" Rudy had no doubt this was the worst kind of rape - violating not the body but the mind! Leaving nude not just the body, but also the mind. And it felt every bit as good as raping her body!! He was going to penetrate every part of her mind that was private, casually opening up her every secret, exposing her most shameful experiences, toying with the most intimate, even forbidden parts of her life. Alicia was sobbing and slowly crying as she was forced to expose all her intimate desires. Her humiliation grew more and more as she couldn't help but reveal how she desired to have sex in a public place, how she lusted after some of James' friends, even how she occasionally fantasized about assuming a domineering role in sex! She was forced to tell, with all the embarrassing details, how she lost her virginity, her most outrageous sexual experiences, what she thought of James' sexual performance... R: "Well, darling, that whole domineering aspect of your fantasies will have to be reversed! Soon, you'll have no doubt about who's the boss - and it ain't you, so you may very well forget about hopping into some kick-ass latex dress and terrorizing men with your whip! Instead, you will be on the receiving end of that kind of treatment!! But tell me more, tell me the most repulsive, most unpleasant sexual acts you can think of!" As Alicia spoke, Rudy scratched notes on a piece of paper - these "repulsive sexual acts" would come in handy in the following days. Especially, her horror of being sodomized by her own horse and the idea of getting gang-banged by a pack of homeless black guys would make terrific material. He continued with his inquisition: R: "Tell me about your sex life with James! How many times a week do you do it - on average?" A: "3 or 4 times." R: "Really? Why not every night? I mean, if I got a sizzling wife like you, I'd be jumping on her every fuckin' night - and every fuckin' morning, too!" A: "I don't allow it, I want James to appreciate what he's got. If we fuck at every chance we get, he'll grow spoiled!" R: "Is that so? We'll see about that! Tell me - do you perform oral sex for him?" A: "No!!!" R: "Why not!!??" A: "It is repulsive and demeaning. My mouth is for me to talk, eat, and breathe! It is not for some asshole to shove his dick in and use my throat for sexual pleasure!!!" R: "Boy, are you in for some changes in your life!! How about anal?" A: "Absolutely not! I tried it once, it hurts like hell, and it is not right, it's not the way it is supposed to be done." R: "Too bad!!! Any fuckin' bitch should be willing to go through a bit of pain to maximize her man's pleasures!!" Rudy paused for a moment and spoke up again: "Alicia, now, you may speak freely, but do not raise your voice!" The response was exactly what Rudy expected. Alicia burst into a stampede of curses, swearing at Rudy, then changing moods, pleading with him, trying to reason with him, demanding explanations, and then on again with the curses - back and forth. In the meantime, Rudy didn't bother to engage with the furious woman, instead opting to sip on the beer. He found Alicia's curses and pleas to be quite amusing! What a pathetic show! But soon, his patience was through. "Shut up, cunt!" "Shut up and listen!!! You'll learn about respect sooner or later! Here is what you can expect during the next week. I will use and abuse you in any way you can and cannot imagine. You will have one hell of a week! But that's not all! I will teach you some manners, especially in dealing with your husband. From now on, you will be perfectly obedient and respectful to your husband. You'll learn to do as you're told. Though, in public, you will keep your snotty attitude as that will make it all the more fun to tame your ass back at home. You will even grow a newly-found interest in bondage - like the one you already have, but you will demand to be dominated from now on!! In fact, when James comes back, he'll find you all tied up on the bed, and you'll beg him to take you like that!! And needless to say, if he so wishes, you'll suck his dick, lick his balls, let him fuck you up the ass, and whatever else his heart desires. But of course, we've got a whole week before I turn you over to James! And I will enjoy every bit of this week. Once over, you won't remember anything that I did to you during this week, but you will fall under my control whenever I come over to your apartment - and you will remember everything I did to you, as well as the fact that you were turned into a subservient wife by my instructions, against your will! However, you will not be able to tell any of this to anyone, and when not in my presence, you will not remember any of this despite remaining obedient to James." "Now, for the rest of today: "All day long, you will be lying right there, in this position, masturbating, playing with yourself, fucking yourself with two fingers at a time. And you will be rotating your other hand from one nipple to another, twisting and squeezing, making them all hot!! The key is, though, you will stop every time you feel like you're on the verge of orgasm and you'll resume five minutes later. This will go on till 8 P.M. tonight, which is when I'll come back!! You can see the clock on the wall from where you lie! This will go on continuously, except for the following: Right now, it's 8:17. You will take a break at exactly 10:00, 12:00, 2:00 PM, 4:00 PM, and 6:00 PM. At each break, you will attend to your toilet needs and take a cold shower - for no longer than 15 minutes! And you'll be back to work! Also, after you take your shower at the 12:00 break, you will spend another 15 minutes for having lunch - make it a very light lunch, just an apple or two maybe!!" Rudy grinned, imagining what Alicia would look like when he came back at 8:00. She'd be ready to fuck a road-kill if she could! She'd be horny as hell and frustrated beyond her worst expectations. Rudy considered simply giving an order to her body so she wouldn't be able to cum at all - but decided against it! This was more fun: Alicia would have to stop every time she was about to orgasm. Then, she'd have to wait patiently - undeniably a very frustrating process as she'd be dying to relieve herself but unable to play with herself. And this would be repeated again and again. Tonight, the little whore would be begging Rudy to fuck her. Making Alicia beg in desperation, watching her degrade herself, pleading for sex from her tormentor - it all sounded like music to Rudy's ears. He stood next to Alicia, examined the naked, wide-spread, helpless body on the floor. The expression of pure outrage was obvious on her face. Her face was completely red, maybe partly because of the humiliation and nakedness, but mostly due to the furious anger locked up inside her. Rudy couldn't care less - actually, he enjoyed making her mad, driving her crazy. She could be as mad as she wanted - the proud, defiant Alicia was about to learn who's the boss!!! R: "Start performing, cunt!" Rudy watched in amazement as Alicia began working her fingers with remarkable discipline. Her closely trimmed pussy made the scene all the more obscene! "Good thing, I'm gonna have a permanent copy of this!" he thought. He laughed in amusement - he couldn't believe how much fun he was having!! He grabbed the keys and left the apartment, after taking one last look at the sight of panting and moaning Alicia. He had things to do: He had to go watch a movie, have something to eat, just anything to cool his blood!! And then, he had to get his hands on some bondage magazines and toys - after all, he had to figure out some original ways to play with his new toy! Rudy wondered when that other spoiled bitch Lara would come to visit her sister!!! It would be fun, pairing the two uppity sisters, getting them to know each other in a whole new way.

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"Is your presentation ready this time, Terri?" Danielle asked. The young brunette executive was seated at the conference room table along with Jeanie, Daniel, Carrie, Scott, Angela, and numerous other company employees. "Y-yes...your....your....s-spokes-slut is r-ready, ma'am...." Terri stammered uncomfortably. Danielle congratulated herself again on her clever invention of the term "spokes-slut". "Good. I just wanted to be sure that you didn't come here unprepared and waste our time like you did yesterday." Danielle emphasized that last word, not wanting her blonde toy to forget. It had been a simple assignment, really, Danielle thought to herself. Analyze one of the company's key resources and identify ways in which it could be utilized more efficiently. The kind of assignment which would normally be handled easily by an intern, with a few days or so of research. And, considering that Terri's body was the resource in question...well, no research should have even been necessary! The girl had not even bothered to prepare a presentation of any kind. No visual aids...no props...nothing. Just a simple sentence: "I can b-be more efficient....b-b-by...b-by...l-letting....more p-people f-f-fuck me...." To which everyone present had roared with laughter. "Terri," Danielle had asked, wiping her eyes, "are you under the impression that everyone here fucks you because you LET them?" That had set everyone off into more gales of laughter. "They fuck you because *I* let them!" The blonde had burst into tears and stared at her shoes. "Now....I can see you didn't put any time or energy into this assignment. I'm going to explain to you again what I expect." And so Danielle had carefully explained it again to the hapless blonde, as Scott had reamed her unlubricated asshole in the middle of the conference table. (Scott's wife Angela had added to Terri's suffering by whipping her back with a belt.) Terri had then repeated the objectives back to her boss--between incoherent screams and shrieks of agony. Carrie had volunteered for next dibs on the abused blonde's ass, this time with a strap-on dildo. It wouldn't have been so bad, except that Danielle had first covered the dildo with Ben-Gay. Terri had felt like her asshole was on fire. Now, the blonde beauty stood alone at the front of the conference room, all eyes upon her. Only the podium partially concealed her. Because of her failure yesterday, her privilege of making the presentation in clothes had been revoked. She now was clad only in a pink demi bra (about three sizes too small for her 36-DDD breasts), a matching pink thong, and a pair of black 6" pumps. Danielle nodded. "Begin, Terri...." "Ummmm...." Terri tried to begin. Her boss held up a hand. "Hold up a minute, Terri." Getting up, she walked over to her slave and moved the podium out of the way. After all, it just wouldn't do to have the presentation's main prop hidden! "Now. Do go on." "Ummmm...." was all the red-faced, humiliated blonde could say. "Dear, would it help if we made you get undressed the rest of the way?" That got Terri going a little. "A-as....as, um....as the c-company...the company....s-s-slut....umm....." She took a deep breath, knowing that the only way to get through this was....well, to get through it. "As the c-company slut...I....s-sh-should....." She was breaking down. "I n-need to.... as.... as....." Now she broke down completely, bursting into giant sobs. "Ohhhhh PLEEEEEEEASE.... Danielle.... PLEASE!!!!!!!!" Unabated, the wicked brunette ordered, "Continue, Terri. Or have you again forgotten the presentation fundamentals we talked about yesterday?" Again, Terri's cruel rival emphasized the word "yesterday". Collecting herself a little bit--just tell yourself it's a normal presentation, and you're talking about improving some inanimate piece of machinery--Terri continued. "M-my JOB...is to service...the men...and women..." Danielle interrupted. "I have a question for our spokes-slut." "Y-yes, Danielle....ma'am....?" "First of all, take off your top." Terri silently pleaded. She looked at everyone seated in the conference room, searching for mercy. She found none. So she slowly reached behind her back with trembling hands to undo the clasps of her bra. Her eyes met Danielle's, imploring the wicked brunette to put a stop to this. "Oh Christ, Terri....it's not like all of us haven't seen everything you've got, hundreds of separate times. DO IT!" she demanded. Terri's hands fumbled some more, then the lacy bra finally fell to the floor. All eyes were now on the blonde's huge, bare breasts. "Play with them, Terri. Pick them up and lift them to your mouth....now lick your nipples....tease them with your tongue...." Terri obeyed, hefting her ample breasts up as her tongue darted out to flick at her nipples. "Now, where were we?" Danielle was getting wet from watching the other woman's humiliation. "Oh...yes. My question. Terri, how many men can you take on at once?" Not looking up from her breast licking, Terri answered, "S-s-six." "Elaborate." "One in my mouth....one b-b-between my tits..." Danielle put her hand up, interrupting again. This time to demand that Terri use the proper adjectives to describe her body. Focusing on the telephone on the conference table, Terri began again. "I can take one....i-in my slut mouth...." "'One' what?" Danielle demanded. "One c-cock in my slut mouth...." "I can't hear you," persisted Danielle. "And *look* at your audience, Terri." "One in my...ummmm.... one cock in my s-slut mouth.... one between my.... my big firm fake b-boobs.... one i-in my wet... pussy..." Terri paused and tried to hold back the sobs. "One... getting j-j-jerked off.... in e-each h-h-hand..." Terri closed her eyes, as she came to the part which always humiliated her most. "A-and...one in t-this wh-wh-whores a-ass." Danielle was loving it. She got up and stood next to the sobbing, humiliated blonde. "Yes, you're quite efficient with multiple partners." There was a murmur of general agreement from around the table. "But let's concentrate on ways to improve." Pausing, she continued. "Those of you with cups, glasses or paperwork on the table, please remove them now. We will need lots of room for the visual aids" Danielle emphasized these two words, practically hissing them at the blonde, "during this next part of the presentation." Terri, who had quieted down considerably, broke into fresh sobs until Danielle reached over and slapped her. Terri was directed to the conference room table. Hesitantly she climbed onto the table, "assuming the position" on her hands and knees. Going to her briefcase, Danielle removed two dildos. Presenting them to the blonde slut, she ordered, "put them in." Terri obediently pulled the material of her thong aside, slipping one dildo into her vagina and the other into her anus. Danielle then brought out two more dildos. "Put these in as well." Terri looked shocked. "H-how?" "Put them in right next to the others. DO IT." Terri knew that pleading was useless. So she took one of the dildos and began working it into her vagina, alongside the one which was already buried to the hilt inside her. She winced as her vagina stretched to accommodate the second toy. Terri managed to take it in without too much excruciating pain, but she saw where this was headed. As Danielle gestured toward the other dildo, Terri again begged for mercy...and got none. "Put it in, Terri." Terri tried, but the other toy was too tight a fit in her anus. She sighed with relief...even Danielle, after all, couldn't make her do the impossible! Terri looked at her boss for further instructions. "What are you looking at me for?" Danielle asked haughtily. "Get that toy in your ass." "But...but...Danielle, there's no way it will f-" Danielle whispered, "Would you like to have it done for you?" "Ma'am...please it WON'T FIT!!! There's no way..." Danielle ignored the pleading slut, and appealed to Carrie instead. "Would you care to assist me?" "Mmmmmm LOVE to..." the redhead responded, taking the dildo from Terri's hand. Danielle, meanwhile, shoved the secretary down onto the table and roughly extracted the other dildo from Terri's anus. "Now...together..." Danielle indicated to Carrie. They placed the tips of the toys at the entrance to Terri's anus, both applying pressure at the same time until the tip of each dildo was penetrating the office girl. "Good.... now, don't let up, or it will pop out..." Terri's muscles were involuntarily tightening, trying to expel these twin invaders. "Now... with me... push...." "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Terri shrieked as each fake cock sank into her anus, past the tips, and buried a good three inches deep... "OHHHHHHHHH ohhhhhhhh please GET THEM OUT PLEASE..." The blonde was thrashing about on the conference table, trying to dislodge the toys despite the punishment which she knew would occur if she did so. Her face was bathed with sweat."OK, dear," Danielle ignored Terri's pleas and addressed Carrie instead. "Now... get both hands on it..." She showed the pretty redhead how to firmly grasp the dildo... "So, how's your husband?" As she asked the question, Danielle eyed Terri, taking delight in her shame and hurt. "He's doing great. We're *very* happy together!" "I'm not surprised, with a nice cock like Steven has..." Danielle mused. "Yeah," sighed Carrie. "He fucked me with it for FOUR HOURS straight last night!" Their entire conversation, of course, was for Terri's benefit as they taunted her about the husband they'd taken away from her. "My goodness. Amazing what kind of effect a *real woman* can have on a guy!" Danielle turned her attention back to the matter at hand. "Now, we take turns. You push yours in..." "AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!!" Terri moaned as the toy buried itself deep in her bowels. "Good. Now...my turn to push... you bring yours out...but not all the way out!!!" As Carrie's dildo eased out of Terri's ass, Danielle pushed hers in. "Someone hold her hands please..." Deliriously, the secretary's hands were reaching back, trying to grab the toys and pull them out as she shrieked incoherently. "Now, you again... that's it..." In synchronization, the girls took turns burying their dildos in Terri's ass. "Mmmmm VERY nice..." Carrie sighed. "Just like the pistons in an automobile engine..." Danielle agreed. "But now, that this slut's ass is loosened up... it's time to go all the way!" She brought her dildo out to match Carrie's...about three inches deep in Terri's ass. "On 'three'....ONE...." "Danielle...PLEASE..." Terri whimpered. "Can't take it... it'll tear me apart..." "TWO..." "OhgodPLEASE... Danielle I'm sorry for everything I've EVER done to you... PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE DON'T...." Danielle paused. It had been a while since the slut had acknowledged all the wrong she'd ever done to Danielle. Which was, after all, the entire reason why the young executive had made it her mission to destroy Terri's life. She shrugged. "THREE!!!!" Carrie and Danielle both pushed with all their might. "OH GOD AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH...." Terri thrashed helplessly as several of the men held her firmly in place. "OH PLEASE UHHHHH OUT PLEASE GET THEM OUT....." "Hold her legs," Danielle ordered a few more of the men. She gestured to Terri. Face-down on the conference room table, the girl was bathed in sweat. "As you can see," Danielle grasped the twin dildos which protruded obscenely from the blonde's ass, "it's possible to maximize the efficiency of our slut. However, most of you men are probably a bit squeamish about putting your cocks into a hole next to another cock..." Terri actually appeared relieved. "But, it's still fun to see what our slut is capable of..." Danielle pulled the fake cocks out of Terri, one by one, and set them in front of the office girl. As her hands were released, she didn't even need to be told to take them in her mouth and begin cleaning them off. She did, however, need to be reminded to make eye contact with her audience as she did so. Danielle made a mental note to schedule more of these events for Terri, to help the girl with her presentation skills.

Collections/xthewofliex/sp17.txt

Victor Ramierez

The Analyst

"Send her in, nurse," said Dr. Hampton. John Hampton then returned to his seat behind his large desk in his wood-paneled, bookshelf-lined office. The doctor was a forty-year-old, brown-haired (but graying) kindly man. John prided himself on being in very good shape, and his muscle tone evened out his five-foot stature to make him into a somewhat handsome man. He had been the resident psychoanalyst at the Institute for Educational Learning for five years now, and he had seen just about everything, becoming a little bit restless. Perhaps this new patient would be a bit more interesting. The door opened, and his next patient strode confidently into his office, and John rose to shake her hand. "Good afternoon, Miss Johnson. I'm Dr. Hampton. Please have a seat," he said, pointing to the empty seat on the other side of his desk. John gave the woman a good looking-over as she was taking off her handbag and lowering herself into the chair. She was in her early thirties and not bad-looking behind the strict-looking glasses she was wearing. She had her long black hair tied up in a bun and was wearing a blue skirt and jacket with a white silk blouse on underneath. She was all business but still liked to look good. John liked that. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Doctor. I really need to talk to someone." "That's fine. Please tell me a bit about yourself first." "Well, I'm the headmistress at the nearby girls-only high school, Drummoyne. Do you know it?" "Yes, I've passed it a couple of times." "Okay, then. I've worked there for five years now, and I feel I'm doing a really good job. The school runs well, the students are happy, and so are their parents." "Are you happy with your job?" asked John, looking up from the notes he was making. "Well, I would have to say yes. Yes, I am," she said, looking at the doctor as he looked back down to the notes he was making. She thought he was a quite handsome man, just the type of guy she would like to go out with, or at least would one day when her job became a little less hectic. "May I call you Sarah?" "Please do, Doctor." "Well, Sarah, what is your problem exactly?" "Over the last couple of nights, I've been having a bit of trouble sleeping. I wake up at odd hours as if I've been having a bad dream, but I can't remember a thing." "So is it violent enough to wake up your husband?" "I'm single, I sleep alone. It's only me that I'm bothering." "All right, then, there must be something bothering you that is plaguing your sleeping mind. I think we'd better have a bit of a chat," he said. "Whatever you think it needs, Doctor." John stood up and walked around the desk to the other side of the room and closed the curtains, cutting off the daylight streaming in from the town outside. This left only the green-shaded lamps to provide the light, and this gave the room a warm, cozy feeling. John then walked over to a long leather therapist's couch which was up against the wall behind the chair Sarah was sitting in. "Come and lie down on the couch over here. Leave your jacket so you won't crush it." "Okay," said Sarah, standing up and draping her jacket over the back of the chair. She walked over to the couch and lay down on the soft leather. "Are you comfortable?" "Yes, thank you, Doctor." John sat down in a chair placed next to the couch and pulled his notepad out again. "I think I would recommend a short period of hypnosis. I really need to find out what is bothering you. Do you agree?" "Yes, Doctor, please do whatever is necessary to let me sleep properly." "All right, then, look into my eyes for a moment," he said and turned towards her. Sarah looked up at him and stared deeply into his brown eyes. Concentrating intently, John thought back to his training and a little trick he'd picked up while on extended study in an Asian community. He could hypnotize a person without an external point of focus like a watch or something, just by looking into their eyes. John stared at Sarah's green eyes and then blinked once. Suddenly, Sarah's head slid down, coming to rest against her shoulder. "Sarah, can you hear me?" "Uh huh." "All right, then, let's try a few simple things to get you used to listening to me. Raise your right arm," and in response, Sarah's right arm rose up. "Now the other one," and then her left arm rose up to join it. "Put them down now, Sarah. Sarah, you are worried about something, aren't you?" "Yes, Doctor, I am." "What is worrying you, Sarah?" asked John in anticipation of something interesting. Perhaps a little scandal or something strange and unusual. Anything but the ordinary complaints about how their parents didn't pay them enough attention as a child or how they are unable to function in society as adults because the other children teased them. Something with a little pizzazz. "I have an upcoming review. I worry that I'm not doing enough for the girls. Is there something I'm not providing for them?" John shook his head in disbelief. Her reason was so uninteresting and so dull. It could be fixed immediately. "Sarah, you are a fantastic teacher and a great headmistress. There is nothing the review board can say you aren't doing. Your worries are unnecessary, discard them." "Yes, Doctor...." "Now lie there a moment and think about all the good things you've done for the school," said John, moving back to his desk. He finished off the file and put it away, and then sat down behind the desk. This was the final straw, and he'd had enough. There must be something interesting he could do. He leaned back in the chair and began to consider what he should do. Looking around the office, his eyes glanced across Sarah still lying on the couch. Where he was sitting, he could see her perfectly. He could see the way the nipples on her medium-sized breasts were pushing the silk up. He could see up her skirt to where her white satin panties were nestled snugly into the cleft at the top of her legs. Ideas began to whirl in John's mind. John leaned over and pressed the intercom button, "Alice, is there anyone else for today?" "No, that's the last one for today, John," crackled the response. "All right, then, I'll need some extra time with Sarah Johnson. See that I'm not disturbed," and with a flick, he switched the intercom off. Then he walked over, locked the door, and then sat down in the chair next to the couch. When a patient was like this, he could do anything to them, and he could get them to do anything. John decided it was time to make this job a little bit more interesting. "Sarah, this is your master speaking. You will do anything I say, immediately and without hesitation. Do you understand?" "Yes, I will do anything," she mumbled. He reached over and took her left breast in his hand and began to give it a soft squeeze. He could feel her nipple pushing up into the palm of his hand, and as he squeezed, the nipple began to harden. He then reached over and gave the other breast equal attention. He then reached down to the hem of her skirt and slid it up to give him a good view of her panty-covered pussy. Sliding in a finger from the side of her panties, he began to rub his finger back and forth across her hairy slit, and then he turned his hand a little and slid the finger in between the lips. "This is gonna be great," thought John. "I think I'll get her clothes off now." "Sarah, stand up and walk to the middle of the room," and she responded immediately. "Now unbutton your blouse and take it off." Her blouse quickly fell in a heap on the floor, exposing her white bra which matched her panties."That's good, now take the skirt off too." And with a quick unzip, the skirt slid down, and she kicked it over with the blouse. "Now take the bra off, and then I want you to press your tits together and play with your nipples." Sarah responded quickly. The bra was in the pile, and then she raised her hands up and took a handful of each tit, and then pressed them both together. "That's it, baby, squeeze them together hard, yes, that's the way. Now do the nipples." She let go of her tits and grabbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger and began to pinch them. "Uhhhn, ow, ow, ow," moaned Sarah as she repeatedly pinched her nips, making them grow harder and harder. "That's enough, now take those panties off and let's see what you've got down there." And she slid the panties down and then stood up. She moved her legs apart and thrust her pubic mound forward, making her little fuckhole pout out from between her legs. "Oh yeah, that's really nice, now grab the lips and pull them apart," so she reached down and grabbed her cuntlips, one in each hand, and spread her pussy wide open. John could see her pink inner folds, he could see her little clit peeking out above her lips, and he could see her wonderful hole. "That's it, baby, now slide a finger in deep." And she immediately slid in a finger, penetrating herself as far as it would reach. "Turn around, bend over and spread your arsecheeks." She removed her finger from her cunt, turned away from him, and bent over so her face was down near the carpet. Reaching up behind her, she grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread them as far apart as she could, exposing her little arsehole and the lips of her pussy. "Oh yeah, great. Come and lie down over here again," said John as he was now really started to get worked up. Sarah came and lay back down on the couch, she was still wearing her blue high heels and her white stockings. John reached down and unzipped his trousers and hauled out his now rock hard cock. "Sarah, take my cock in your hand and play with it, massage it," and she reached over to him and took hold of his dick. She began to slide her hand up and down its hard length, she caressed the tip and fondled the balls when she reached the bottom. She continued this for several minutes until John stopped her. "Stop, now I want you to suck it, suck it off and swallow the come," and so she moved over and lowered her head to his crotch. He felt her moist warmth as she slid his member into the cavern of her mouth. He felt the pressure of her lips firmly pressed around the shaft and the suction as her cheeks came in each time it slid into her mouth. Faster and faster he went as he began to fuck her mouth. He grabbed her by the back of the head and began moving her head back and forth as she continued to suck. As his cock began to disappear and reappear from her throat, John was building quickly to release, and with a sudden grunt, he let a load go into her mouth, and as instructed, she swallowed it all down. "That was great. Get back on the couch and spread your legs as wide as they'll go, I want to taste your juice," and he followed her back over to the couch. Sarah lay down and spread her legs wide, exposing her gaping pussy to his greedy eyes. John instantly sank to the couch and buried his face into the steamy depths of her pussy. He began to lick his way around the outside of her lips and up to her clit. Running his tongue back down through her black pubic hair, he reached the skin between her cunt and arsehole and then quickly pushed his tongue into her pussy opening. He slid his tongue in and out while playing with her clitty with his fingers. He then swapped them around and began to slide a finger in and out. "All right, bitch, here I come," and then slid up the length of her body. His positioned his raging cock at the lips and then thrust forward into her dewy envelope. The tongue job he'd done had made her suitably wet, and he slid in and out with no resistance at all. As he was pounding her arse into the couch, he grabbed a breast and began to happily suck on it. "Why didn't I think of this before," he thought, "I can do this whenever I want, and I have a great idea," and as this revelation came, so did he. With a sudden thrust, he jammed his cock all the way in and blasted her interior walls with wave after wave of hot jism. As his cock became limp and slid out, he stood up and began to wipe the come off with some tissues. He looked down at Sarah still lying with her legs open and his come now starting to ooze out of her crack. He told her to clean herself up and get dressed, and handed her the box of tissues. Once she was finished, he sat her back down on the couch. "From now on, you will do anything I ask of you. You will help me with anything I request, and you will not think anything I do or say strange or unusual. Now wake up and sit up," commanded John. Suddenly, Sarah snapped awake and sat up. "I feel strangely different, Doctor, almost..." she hesitated to say "horny" in front of the Doctor. "No, don't worry about it." "Well, I think your dreams are cured. You did mention one problem, though." "What was it, Doctor?" "Well, you said you were worried you weren't doing enough for your students. I think I have just the thing for you. I'll give you a call once I have an answer for you." "All right, Doctor, thank you for seeing me. Goodbye," and she stood up and walked out. John stood up and went back to his desk. "Alice, tell the institute I'll be on extended study and exploration and won't be back in the office for a few months. Oh, and get me that gynecological supplies warehouse over on the other side of town." Chapter 2 "All right, students, settle down," said Sarah Johnson as she stood before an assembly of all the teachers and students at Drummoyne. Once the students sat down and quiet descended, she was ready to begin. "I am here to introduce everyone to a new addition here at Drummoyne. Please welcome Dr. Hampton. Dr. Hampton is here as a temporary special medical officer, and he will be attending to each and every one of you as he goes through the student body, checking for illness and other such things. The teachers will also need to see Dr. Hampton as he will be performing your reviews for your health insurance." And she gestured at John, who was sitting over to one side from the other staff. He stood and gave a brief nod to the students and the staff and then sat down again. Sarah turned back to the students. "Dr. Hampton is located next to my office, and students will be called up to see him. The staff will be seen to before the student appointments begin. That will be all. Dismissed." And the students all, as one girlish mass, stood up and flowed out the doors. Sarah walked back to where the staff were chatting and separated a lithe, blonde, 23-year-old gym teacher away from the other staff members. "Sandra, your appointment is first, so follow us back to the office." "Okay," said Sandra Gee. John was standing watching this from the edge of the stage with great glee, then he turned and proceeded back to his room. Sandra walked up to the new special medical room and knocked on the door. "Who is it?" "It's Sandra Gee, the gym teacher. I'm here for my examination." "Come right in," and with an electronic buzz and then a click, the door popped open. Sandra walked into a white-tiled room, with bright, stark fluorescent lighting. To one side was a bench with assorted instruments and other items, in the middle was a standard Doctor's exam table, behind it was a changing curtain and some other cupboards. John was standing next to the table, wearing a welcoming smile. He was dressed in a white lab coat and was holding a chart. "Hello, Sandra, please go behind the curtain and put on this gown," he said, handing her a hospital gown. She took the gown and went behind the curtain. The wall behind her was some sort of opaque glass, and she couldn't see through it, so she definitely couldn't see the camera behind it next to Sarah, who was sitting rapt in the entire proceedings. She didn't notice the other hidden cameras around the room either. "Once you've changed, lie on the table, I'll be back in a moment," and then John ducked next door into Sarah's office with his passkey. He went to the closet in the back and slipped inside. He was now in the alcove behind his office, and he could quite clearly see Sandra starting to remove her top. This stuff was great, it looks like black perspex, but it's like a two-way mirror. Sarah was watching intently, and John snapped back to reality in time to see Sandra slip her shirt off and hang it up. Next, she removed her sports bra and then her little pleated skirt. The bloomers and panties followed, leaving her stark naked until she slipped her robe on. "This will be good, babe, stay here and watch the fun," he said as he slipped back to his room. Sandra was laying on the table, waiting for him as he came back in and locked the door. "Well, let's get started then," and John picked up his stethoscope and walked over to her. He reached down the front of her gown with the stethoscope and pressed the cold metal against her right nipple. With a shocked little intake of breath, she remembered her years of being doctored to and began the requisite breath in and breath out. Then John repeated this with the left breast. As he removed his hand, he brushed his fingertips across her nipple and felt how hard the cold metal had made it. He quickly took her blood pressure and then pulled out a thermometer. "Have you ever had one of these examinations before?" "No, I haven't," said Sandra. "Well, I'm afraid we have to do your temperature rectally. Do you understand?" "You want to stick it up my arse?" "Yes, spot on. Now roll over and get up on all fours, please," said John, trying to contain his lust. He could see Sandra was hesitant to allow this to go ahead, and he was really going to enjoy cracking this one."I understand your reluctance, but I'm afraid it's the necessary procedure, and I can't sign your form without it," and that seemed to do the trick as she slowly rolled over and then slid up onto all fours. John walked around behind her and snapped on some latex gloves. She flinched as she heard the latex snap back, but then tried to force herself to relax. John spread some lube onto his finger and then applied it to her anus. She flinched back from each touch, but she stayed in position. "Are we all ready?" asked John with a wink at Sarah behind the glass. He then slid the thermometer into Sandra's anus in one smooth movement. "Arrgh!" grunted Sandra, as she gritted her teeth and held her position. John was admiring her toned buttocks and thighs. He looked her up and down. He could see her little anus trying to eject the invader. He could see her pussy lips covered in little blonde hairs, peeking out from the top of her thighs. He could see her leg muscles quivering, as tight as bowstrings as she braced herself against the indignity she was being forced to endure. He decided that was enough and slowly pulled the thermometer out. John decided it was time to begin the festivities. "Roll over and lie back down on the table," said John, and as soon as she did this, he reached down and snapped on the wrist locks hidden at the sides of the table. "What the hell are you doing?!" demanded Sandra. "I need to perform another exam, and I can't have you squirming around on the table," said John, as though it was perfectly natural. "What else are you doing then?" she asked. "Just a little gynecological exam. Nothing to worry about." "What! You're kidding, let me up," she demanded and began to struggle with the locks. John walked back to the table with the optional stirrup attachments for the table and locked them into place. He then grabbed one of her writhing, kicking legs and strapped it into place, and then he did the same with the other. She was now locked into place with only the hospital gown covering her modesty. She thrashed her head from side to side until John slid a large knife out of his jacket and waved it in front of her. "Will you please stop that stupidity. You'll only hurt yourself, you can't go anywhere until I release you, and I'm not going to release you until you've been properly examined," and with that, he reached down with the knife and split the hospital gown right down the center. "No, please don't," she pleaded. He reached down and folded back the halves of the gown to expose her shapely breasts, some of her long blonde hair had fallen down over her face, and it gave John an idea. He reached up and forced her mouth open and stuffed as much of her long hair into it as he could to gag her. Now she couldn't talk or see him properly, she began to whimper quietly. John then moved down and opened the gown up over her vulva. There presented before him, spread wide open and raised for inspection, was her little blonde pussy, and below that was her puckered little anus. He reached down and gave them both a bit of a rub. He bent down to give her pussy a quick lick to get the taste of her on his tongue, and then he pulled his penis out and rammed it all the way up her vagina, accompanied by a muffled cry from Sandra. John then began to pound her vagina hard and fast until he ejaculated into her velvety depths. He then slid his penis out and positioned it at her anus. Sandra realized what he was about to do and began to yell through her gag. With another wink at Sarah through the glass, he slammed his penis up to the hilt into her anus. She screamed and slumped resignedly back down to the table. John pounded her anus and left another deposit in her body. Then he waved Sarah into the office. Sarah came around, and motioning her to be quiet, John slid a strap-on dildo on over the top of her suit trousers. Then he pointed her at Sandra's vulva and indicated that she couldn't see through her own hair. Sarah happily stepped up to the table and lubricated the dildo by rubbing it up, down, and around Sandra's vulva. Then she fed the long dildo into her and began to pump while fondling Sandra's clitoris. After a few long moments, Sandra came to orgasm against her will, and Sarah pulled out and stepped back with her dildo still slick and dripping from Sandra's vaginal fluid. John stepped up and moved Sandra's hair out of her mouth, and away from her face. "You bastard, you've ripped my anus open, and my vulva is so sore. You're dead." John simply grabbed her by the top of the head and looked into her eyes and blinked once. Sandra's head suddenly went limp and rolled over. "Sandra, I am your master, and you will do whatever I say from now on, without question or hesitation. Do you understand?" "Yes, master." "You only remember coming and having a normal examination from me, and then you will return to your duties. Notify me of anything that happens in your classes, especially anything which requires disciplinary measures." "Yes, master." John then untied her and removed the stirrups and hid them in the closet again. John led her back to her clothes and told her to get dressed. As an afterthought, he made her leave her panties and bloomers behind, so now if anyone caught a glimpse up her skirt, they'd get a bit of a thrill. "Wake up and go about your business," and she instantly woke up. "Will that be all?" "Yes, for the time being, thank you Miss Gee. Goodbye." Sandra then turned and walked out of the room. It crossed her mind that her nether region felt a little cold and sore, but it was nothing to worry about for the moment. John turned to Sarah, who was still wearing the Dildo, and took it and put it away. "All right, Sarah, back to work. I'll be watching the tape we just made. I think we might try a schoolgirl next," and John led her back to her office, and he went into the alcove room at the back to view the tapes made from the cameras around the room. Chapter 3 "John, I have a girl here which you may like to do something with," said Sarah over their interoffice intercom. John looked up from where he'd been looking through the student records and made his way out of the secret alcove into Sarah's office. Sarah was sitting behind her desk with a student's file open on it. "What's the story?" asked John, lounging on the long visitor's couch along the wall opposite her desk. "I have a 17-year-old girl here called Amanda, and she's normally a competent student. Not outstanding, but good and certainly not a troublemaker. Today she's been making trouble in class again for the third day in a row. Her 16-year-old, younger sister Michelle is also starting to show early signs of the same behavior. A couple of weeks ago, their parents separated, and they live with their mother now, her name's Carol Simpson." "Sounds like she's reacting to what's going on at home. I suppose we could talk to her mother and sister as well though..." said John with an evil leer. "She's waiting outside to be disciplined for her behavior. What shall I do?" "Call her sister up here as well, and once they're both here, then call them in." Sarah turned to the intercom and arranged to have Michelle sent up from her class. "I think we should sort them out, and then I'll take them home to have a word with their mother. That should do me for the afternoon. I might go home after that," said John. The intercom buzzed, and Sarah pressed the button, to be informed that Michelle was now also waiting in the office outside. "I think a bit of spanking, and then how would you like to pop some cherries, Sarah?" "You want me to do it? Well, I suppose it's something that's always tempted me somewhat." "That's the spirit, Sarah. I can see we're going to get on really well," said John, glad that he had removed all of Sarah's inhibitions and allowed her deviant impulses to run wild. She would now quite happily delve into any perversion that took her fancy, and without any coercion from him. "Send them in, my dear." Sarah pressed the door button on the intercom, and the door clicked open, and two young teenagers walked into the office. Amanda was the taller, and her breasts were a bit larger than Michelle's. Amanda had light brown hair, and her sister's hair was almost blonde. They both wore their long hair in ponytails, and they had on their correct school uniform, consisting of a knee-length navy blue skirt, a white blouse with a red neck tie, a navy blue school blazer, little white socks, and black patent leather shoes. Sarah stood up and took the initiative. "All right, girls, now both of you have started being insubordinate in your classes, and I would like to know why? This sort of behavior is unacceptable, and you will both, of course, be punished to prevent a repeat performance. What is your reason?" she said, glaring at the two girls who were shifting about uncomfortably, facing her from the other side of her desk. John was still lying on the couch, and as they had not even glanced at him, he didn't think they had noticed him. He looked them up and down from behind, but could only make out the curve of their pert young buttocks. "We don't know, Miss," said Amanda on her sister's behalf. "Well, that's not good enough. I know there are problems at home, but you can't let it interfere with your schoolwork. Don't let it happen again! Now as for your punishments: you, Amanda, will get ten spanks on your bare bottom, and Michelle will get six. Now both of you lean forwards over the desk," said Sarah, standing up and walking to the side of the desk. Reluctantly, both Amanda and Michelle laid themselves over Sarah's desk and closed their eyes in anticipation. John stood up and motioned Sarah to be quiet and come and stand behind them with him. He then grabbed the hem of Amanda's skirt and raised it up to her waist, revealing her sweet buttocks encased in a pair of navy blue bloomers.John eased his fingers under the elastic at the top and slowly slid them down over her panties and removed them. The panties underneath were a pair of light blue cotton briefs, and John quickly slid these down to her ankles and removed them as well. He reached out and placed one hand on each cheek, and she flinched involuntarily. Slowly, he moved the cheeks apart and drank in the vision of her little pussy and anus peeking out from between her cheeks. Then he turned to Sarah and nodded to her, and moved back. Sarah moved into position and prepared to start spanking the girl. "All right, this is what you deserve. Now hold still and count out the ten." And with that, she swiftly slapped the left cheek of Amanda's arse. Amanda quickly recoiled in pain, but remembered to count the stroke. Then Sarah slapped the right cheek, leaving a lovely reddening handprint right in the middle. Sarah continued like this for the other eight strokes and then finished off by giving each cheek a little rub with the palm of her hand. "Now stay there and think about your behavior, while I attend to your sister." And then Sarah stepped back, allowing John access to the younger girl. John slid her skirt up to her waist to find a similar pair of navy bloomers. He slid these down to reveal a little pair of white panties covered in little daisies. These turned John on immensely, and he slid them down to her ankles and off, while allowing his fingertips to drag all the way down her buttocks and legs in one sensual move. He was betting she did not know what was going on, but she hadn't been disciplined before, so she wouldn't know this wasn't normal. He lovingly spread her cheeks and gazed at her exposed holes and thought of the fun to come. He stood up and moved into position to spank her himself. Sarah got the message and walked over behind him. "All right, Michelle, it's your turn now. Count out your six strokes and don't move." John then brought his hand down with a resounding slap, which brought a cry out of the young girl. She too remembered to count her strokes, and then John was finished, and he left his hand on her cheeks and fondled them a bit before stepping away. Amanda heard that Michelle's punishment was over, and she began moving off the desk. She looked up and saw John standing behind her. "What's going on, Miss? Why's he here?" said a horrified Amanda. "Amanda, lie back down on that desk! I did not tell you to move yet. You are in more trouble now. As for Dr. Hampton, he is here to make sure that you are both all right after your punishment. He will need to examine you briefly, so do as he says," commanded Sarah. "Everything's all right, girls. I am a doctor, after all. I've seen lots of naked women. Now, Michelle, get up and come over here. I'll look you over in a minute; Amanda can go first." And Michelle stood and came over to him. Quickly, he looked her in the eyes and blinked once; she was under his power. "Michelle, just stay there and do as you are asked immediately." "Yes, Doctor." "Now, Amanda, please roll over onto your back." And Amanda complied, so that she was now lying on Sarah's desk with her legs hanging over the edge. "I'll need you to get into position for me to check, so bring your knees up so that your feet are on the desk and then slide them apart for me." And with a look of hesitation, she slowly brought her legs up so that her legs were bent at the knees with her feet resting on the desk, and then at an even slower pace, she slid her feet apart and spread her knees. "That will be fine; this will only take a second," said John, looking down at her face. She had clenched her eyes shut and rolled her head to the side as if to try and get away from what was happening. John lifted her skirt over her knees, exposing her gaping pussy. He knelt down and signaled Sarah to go and stand on the other side of the desk behind her head. John reached down to her buttocks and, after giving each one a brief caress, he moved his hand up to hover over her gaping slit. Then, quickly, before she realized what was happening, he extended his thick middle finger and slid it all the way up her pussy. She sat up instantly in time to see him stepping back from her and looking up at Sarah behind her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she was getting quite worked up now. "Yes, I was right, Sarah," said John, the both of them ignoring Amanda. "She is a virgin, just right for you." Amanda was becoming hysterical now. "I won't tell anyone; just let us go. We won't say anything, will we, Mich?" and turned to see Michelle standing in the middle of the room staring blankly at another wall. "What the hell?" yelled Amanda. "All right, that's enough," said John as he stepped back between her parted legs and forced Amanda back onto the desk. He then instructed Michelle to come over and grab her arms. Sarah showed her what to do, and she held her sister down on the table. John then reached down and grabbed Amanda's little blue panties off the floor and shoved them in her mouth as a gag, reducing Amanda's protests to muffled noise. Then John reached up and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her bra-enclosed tits. He simply ripped the bra off, and then leaned down and took one of her breasts in his mouth. He motioned Sarah over, and she took the other in her mouth. This drove Amanda over the edge, and she began madly wriggling to try and get up, but with John's weight holding her down and her sister securing her arms, there was not much she could do. John began to bite her nipple, and then he let her tit go from his mouth. "All right, Sarah, get yourself ready," he said, pointing at the cupboard where he stored his assorted toys. Sarah went over and got out the 8" strap-on dildo and a bottle of lube. She quickly stripped her clothes off and came back wearing only the strap-on. When Amanda saw her, she again began her struggles, but once again to no avail. John slid up over Amanda and spun around into a sitting position on her stomach, facing her pussy while holding her legs back and apart. "Now, lube that bad boy, and then feed her a little at a time. Pull back a bit and then give her some more. You'll feel the resistance when you hit her hymen, then go from there," suggested John. Sarah stepped up with a nod and slowly began working the dick in and out of Amanda. Slowly, she went deeper and deeper until she had opened her up enough to get it all the way to the flesh wall. She worked it a bit more to get it all nice and lubed, and then pulled all the way out. "You ready, John? Then watch this!" she yelled as she slammed the entire length of the dildo up Amanda's cunt, ripping through her cherry and up to the mouth of her womb. Amanda cried out through the gag, and only a muffled gurgle was audible to them. What was going on? Why wasn't her sister helping her? These and a thousand other thoughts were all racing around in Amanda's head as Sarah slid the blood-covered dildo out of her abused slit and slipped it off. She then collapsed to the floor and fingered herself to orgasm. John got up off Amanda and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head up so he could see into her eyes. He blinked once, and she went limp in his arms. "All right, Michelle, let her go. Amanda, come and stand over here, and Michelle, come back over here to me. Oh, and Amanda, take those panties out of your mouth and put them back on." And the two girls responded immediately. Michelle came around to stand by him, and Amanda slipped her panties back on and stood over in the middle of the floor. "Now, Michelle, awaken when I say so, and when I say 'muffdiver' to you, you will sleep again. Now awaken." And suddenly, Michelle was back to be the slightly distressed 16-year-old waiting for her examination after her punishment. "All right, Michelle, get up on the desk now, bend your legs and put your feet on the table. That's right, now slide your feet a bit further apart and spread your knees a bit more. Perfect, now stay like that," said John, moving forward between the girl's legs. He reached down and slid her skirt up over her knees to reveal her little blonde cunt, just waiting for him. He bent down and rubbed his hand over her buttocks and looked up at her looking down on him. "There doesn't seem to be any permanent damage. Wait, what's this?" he said enigmatically to keep her in suspense. As she was looking down on him with concern, he quietly unzipped his trousers and slipped his rock-hard cock out. He placed his thick middle finger over her slit and, with one movement, slid his finger all the way in; he felt her hymen and pulled his finger out. "Good, another virgin. Amanda, bring her panties over here, please," he said as he held the struggling girl down on the desk. Amanda walked up to him with her sister's little white floral panties in her hand. John reached up and forced Michelle's mouth open, and then turned to Amanda. "Shove those in her mouth. Good, now open her blouse for me and rip her bra off. That's it, what a great set of little tits! Hold her arms for me, please." And John then had his hands free to reach up and maul her springy little breasts. He took a hold of both of her nipples and began to pinch them, making them swell and raise up in protest. He then reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock. He rubbed it up and down her slit a little bit first and then started to feed his cock into her cunt. "My god, she's tight, Sarah," he said to Sarah, who had moved up next to him to watch the action. "I'm gonna split her open right now!" he said with a grunt and then a final shove which drove him all the way to the hilt. He had torn right through her cherry, and she had begun a low moan in response. "Should I fill her up with come?" he said, looking at Sarah. "Yeah, do it. Then, if she gets pregnant, we can discipline her for that!" said Sarah with an evil grin on her face. John nodded in agreement and began to thrust in and out of her slippery passage.His thrusts became quicker, and he let fly with a torrent of come to fill her right up. She began her protest again as she felt the hot jism spraying her insides, but it was all too late. "Ah, that was good. Now, we'd better clean up and go and sort the mother out. Michelle, muffdiver," and with that, her head rolled back, and she was under again. John pulled out of her pussy and grabbed her panties out of her mouth, wiping the blood off his cock on them. He instructed everyone to get cleaned up and get dressed, and then they would be off. Chapter 4 Carol Simpson was an unemployed housewife who had reached the edge of despair after her husband had left. He had said she was too controlling, she had too many stupid rules and conditions on life, but she knew that was the only way she could bring order to the chaos around her. Now that he was gone, she had only her life rules and her God to see her through. She had embraced them both firmly and knew those two no-good daughters of hers would need some strict supervision to see they grew up correctly. There would be no sin, no evil temptations allowed from now on. She had purged the house of all outside distractions; the television, radios, and music had all been removed. The girls now had time to study properly, and they would need to study a lot if they were going to succeed in this world dominated by men. Yes, she would see they were given every opportunity to proceed with her agendas for them. This Doctor from the school did not seem very sympathetic, however; he seemed almost suspicious of her. Perhaps she had not explained herself well, but she had been flustered when the Doctor had shown up at her doorstep with her two daughters hours earlier than they were supposed to be home from school. He said they were having some difficulties since their father had left. They should have been improving, perhaps they weren't applying themselves as much as they led her to believe. She would sort them out. "You wicked, evil girls! Here I am, slaving away to try and ensure a good future for you, and you don't even have the decency to repay me with some simple dedication to a given task. I would say a severe rethink is in order on your behalf. Perhaps there are still too many distractions here? But of course, that junk food and those candy bars! No more will you be allowed to eat that food of self-destruction." "Mum! What are you talking about? Please don't take more stuff off us. We've been studying hard; there are no distractions at all," pleaded Amanda. "This is our only problem, Doctor," she said, turning to John. "I can see it all now. She only became like this after your father left, and she was always a bit of a prude where it came to the body and sex?" "I would say that is right," said Amanda. "You wicked girl! How dare you say such things, and you have the rudeness to say them in front of me, to a stranger! You will be severely chastised for this when he leaves," yelled her mother, flying into a rage. "All right, that's enough of that, you sick harridan. Come with me," said John as he quickly lifted Carol up over his shoulder. "Which way to her bedroom, girls?" asked John. He then followed the girls up a hallway and into an old-fashioned room. In the middle of the room sat an antique four-poster bed, and around the room, many of the paintings had been taken down and left propped up against the walls on the floor. They had been replaced with assorted religious images and crucifixes. John threw her down onto the bed and jumped on to the bed himself. She quickly grabbed a metal crucifix she had laying on her bedside table and smacked him over the head with it; he responded by slapping it out of her hand and grabbing her by the back of the head to force her face to face with him. Quickly, he blinked once, and she slipped away to lay peacefully on the bed. "Girls, pussylapper, muffdiver," and as he said both of their implanted triggers, they both stopped where they were and were now both gazing off into the distance. John leant down and picked up the crucifix which she had tried to dent his skull with and turned to Carol, "You'll be sorry you did that, you bitch. All right, now stand up at the end of the bed. When I say arselicker, you will be awake; however, you will not be able to control your body, and it will do anything I tell you to do, and you will not be able to do anything but watch. All right, then, arselicker. Stand still," and he watched as she woke and then stood perfectly still. "What is going on here? Why can't I move?" "I'm afraid I have better uses for your body than you seem to. I have decided to revoke your privileges to that body until I've had some fun with you. Oh, and by the way, your daughters won't help you as they are also under my control. So stand there and be quiet until I'm ready for you," and then he turned away from the now silent 40-year-old redhead and back to her daughters. "Girls, when you wake up, your mother is going to do some things for us to watch, and she wants us to play along as well. I know the rules, so do whatever I say, and you will not think anything that happens strange or unusual. Now wake up." As both girls looked around, they saw John on the end of the bed and their mother standing silently facing him. "Come and sit up here on the bed, girls, your mum wants to give us a show," he said with a wicked grin. The two girls jumped up onto the bed and faced their mother. "All right, Carol, you can start now; we want to see you naked, so take all your clothes off one at a time and throw them all over the room. Go on," and as he said that, she sprung into action. She felt her hands moving, but she couldn't control them; they reached up and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her bra and her medium breasts therein. She threw the blouse and then her hands went down to the waist of her skirt; they undid the button and zip, and the skirt crumpled to the floor. She kicked it away in another direction. She was now standing in her white cotton bra and panties and her slippers. She kicked the slippers away and reached behind her for the clasp on the bra, and suddenly her breasts sprang free; she slid the bra off and threw it away. Then she reached for the waistband on her panties and slid them down and pulled them off and threw them away as well. She now stood totally naked with her nipples exposed to the cold air, slowly getting harder, and her entire body covered with light goosebumps. Her red-haired pussy's opening hid in its bush nestled between the top of her thighs, and she stood with her hands at her sides, with burning hatred in her eyes. "Now come over here and let us see you closer, slut," and she walked to within arm's reach of the bed. John reached out and grabbed her tits and began to squeeze them and roll them about. Suddenly, his left hand dove down between her legs and began to brush its way through her tuft of pubic hair to her underused slit. "So tell me, bitch, when was the last time you had sex?" "That was two years ago, and I've managed to avoid him since. Now he's gone, I'm safe." "I really don't think that's going to be the case. You see, the girls here want some entertainment, and I've decided you'll give them a little anatomy lesson. How about that? All right, seeing as you don't disagree, I'll start the lesson. Now, as I call out a body part, I want you to show it to us, expose it as much as possible. Rub your fingers all over it and in if possible. Let's get started. Tits," and her hands reached up and grabbed both of her breasts, pushing them together and forwards to present them to her audience. She slowly stroked her hands around and over them, and she cupped them and lifted them as John said "Nipples," and she moved her hands around to grab the nipples. She began to pull and rub them, then, after that, she rolled them around under her palms until John said "Arse," causing her to turn and bend over. She spread her legs and braced herself with one hand while using the other to stroke her buttocks; she leaned further forwards, pushing her cheeks back and up at her audience. "Arsehole," he commanded, and she got down on her knees and leaned forwards to brace herself with her shoulder on the floor. She reached back with both hands and pulled her arsecheeks apart to expose her crinkly little hole. She moved one hand down and slid her middle finger in to the hilt, as John said "Pussy," so she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs as far as they would go. She slid her hands down and began to rub her lips; she slid her fingers up and down the gash to rest on her clit at the top. She continued to work and slid a finger deep inside and started to pump it in and out. She was horrified that she was doing this; she could not control her own body, and this spawn of Satan was making her do unspeakable things in front of her daughters, who he claims were also under his evil influence, and he hadn't told her to stop yet. She had forgotten how good the feelings could be. "Stop that now, come and lie on the bed and spread your legs," and she slid onto the bed between her daughters, and John sat back down on the bed at her feet. She spread her legs apart as requested, and they all had a closer look at her most private part. John reached up and gave it a bit of a rub and then said, "Your daughters want to see it properly, pull the lips open wide and give us a really good look," and she could not stop her hands from grabbing the lips and spreading them as far apart as possible. This exposed the fleshy pinkness with the slight sheen of moisture and the hidden depths below. "Now, girls, you know that children breastfeed when they are small?" "Yes, we weren't, though, because mum says that it's a trick of the devil to start corruption from birth. To get people used to exposing private parts and to have minute sexual rituals all day long." "Well, it's good that she wants to show you now, then, isn't it. Grab a breast each and start sucking on it."Suck until some milk comes out. If it doesn't, then suck harder. If it doesn't work, then bite the nipples," he said with glee, knowing full well that no milk would be coming. The two girls happily locked onto their mother's breasts and began to suck. After a minute or two, their suction began to increase, and after a further period of time, Michelle and then Amanda stopped and sunk their teeth into her nipples. They both sat up expectantly then. "Oh well, I guess there's no milk left. I'd better show you sex then," he said as he unzipped his pants. "Now this is a dick, and it goes into a pussy. Like this," and he slid it into their mother's pussy. They both looked on intently and happy that they were being entertained in such an interesting way. John gave a couple of thrusts and then pulled his throbbing, hard cock out. "Now I've stopped before I was finished so that you can get a better look at things. I'll show you something a little different now," and he then lay back and dragged her over on top of him. He then slid his cock up into her arse. She felt it go in, and it was even worse than in her pussy. But he had something more humiliating in store yet. "Hand me that crucifix, Michelle," and Michelle reached over and passed the metal crucifix to him. He took it and gave it to Carol. "Carol dear, here's a nice big dildo for you, I want you to fuck yourself to orgasm with it," and she moved it down and slid it all the way in and began to pump it in and out. "Well, girls, as you can see, that's what my dick was doing, and now it's in her arse. Wait a minute, and I'll show you the finish," he began to increase the rate of his thrusts and with a grunt pulled his cock out and spurted come up all over her cunt hair and her hand. "Now that's what happens when a man finishes, and when a woman finishes, this is what happens," said John, noticing that Carol was on the brink of orgasm. She started to moan even more, and thrashing her head from side to side led to writhing about on the bed and then release. "If you look down in her cunt now, you'll see that she's very wet. That's what happens to women. Now, Carol, go and stand at the end of the bed. Arselicker." And as she lapsed back into her trance, he continued, "Now you will only remember this as being a good experience. Lighten up and try and go back to the way you were before all the rules and conditions, ease up on the overzealous religion and go buy yourself a dildo. Give yourself an orgasm at least once a day, but more if you want to. This will help you relax. Girls, Cuntlapper, Muffdiver. Now you will only remember having a play with your mum, but I was not here, I dropped you off and left. You will help your mum out and meet her needs if she requests you to. You will wait ten minutes and then you will get cleaned up and dressed and then continue on as normal from now." And John zipped his trousers up, walked down the corridor and out of the house. Chapter 5 Suzanne Summerfield knew that they would be waiting for her again as they were every day, and as she turned the corner on the final leg of her journey to school, she was proven correct. Standing ahead of her was a group of five girls led by the chief female bully of the school, Kimberly Sinclair. Kimberly was a year older than Suzanne and had taken an instant dislike to the younger girl for no discernible reason. Suzanne was a short, lithe young woman with shoulder-length black hair and a talent for tennis. She tried to stay out of trouble and liked to concentrate on simply getting through each day as quickly as possible so she could get her work cleared and move on to her practice games in the afternoon. Kimberly was a larger girl with brown hair, and as she was a year older than Suzanne, her body was more amply gifted. The boys tended to notice her a bit more, but none had really made any moves on her. Kimberly knew Suzanne had guys crawling over each other to get to her, and it burned her up. She wanted to do something to her, but she hadn't figured out what. It would have to be something special to make guys stop taking her seriously, perhaps she could set her up to look like a lesbian or something. In the meantime, she would simply continue to make her life a living hell. Suzanne braced herself mentally for the onslaught and then continued walking towards the school gates. Once she had walked to where the group was standing, Kimberly jumped out in front of her, and the other girls spread out to surround her. At least they were not doing anything unusual. "It's lovely to see that you're here again, Kimberly. How are you this morning?" "Don't give me that crap, you little loser. I'm here to make your life hell, and you know it," grunted Kimberly and gave Suzanne a shove to emphasize her point. Kimberly decided she'd better get on with the usual bully stuff so that they could all get inside, and she could think up her new scheme. "So what lunch did you bring for me today, bitch?" asked Kimberly as she ripped Suzanne's backpack off her shoulder and tore it open. She reached in and grabbed Suzanne's lunch bag and pulled it out. "Hey! Put that back, you cow. That's mine," yelled Suzanne as she lunged forwards to grab her lunch from Kimberly. "Girls, please," said Kimberly with a click of her fingers. The other girls who had, up until this moment, simply been standing around, surged forwards and grabbed Suzanne by the arms and held her back from Kimberly. "Do you see how easy it would be for me to hurt you? No one will help you, they are all just as afraid. I can crush you like the bug that you are. Remember that!" said Kimberly as she threw Suzanne's backpack at her. The girls let Suzanne go, and she ran into the school quivering with rage. She knew that Kimberly was nothing, and she could easily take her out, but she could never get her alone. She had to take her down before she went too far. She was so engrossed with her train of thought that she did not see John Hampton standing in front of her. John had been watching the entire proceedings from the staff car park and reached out and grabbed Suzanne before she ran into him. Suzanne's head snapped up, and she instantly realized what she had done. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I was not thinking about where I was walking." "I know, miss. I saw what happened with those girls. Are you alright?" "Yes, they didn't hurt me. They were just playing around." "Well, I'm afraid it didn't look at all friendly to me. I think you'd better come with me up to the office so I can make a report," commanded John as he took her by the arm and led her in the direction of the offices. "Now you sit right there, young lady, and tell me what is going on," said John, pointing at the empty chair at the back of his office. "There's nothing going on, Doctor, really. We were just having a bit of fun before school," said Suzanne. She couldn't tell him the truth; if she did, Kimberly would be taken out of her grasp. What Kimberly and her gang would do to her afterwards was also a worry. John had had enough of this charade, and so he walked forwards and looked into Suzanne's eyes. He looked very deeply and blinked once, and instantly Suzanne slumped backwards in the seat. "Now let's try this again. What was going on this morning with that group of girls?" asked John. Suzanne then proceeded to explain the entire situation to John, who listened with interest. Perhaps I can find something a little different here, thought John, and began to plan how to help Suzanne extract her revenge. Kimberly was not having a good day. After her usual arguments and her detentions, she was sent up to visit that new doctor. She went in, and he spoke with her for a bit and then let her go. She couldn't really remember anything much that had happened in there, but she had felt quite strange ever since. There was a strange burning sensation on her arse, almost as though she had been spanked, and her tits were sore as well. Taking the first opportunity, she went to the girls' toilet and positioned her girls outside to make sure no-one came in and disturbed her. She quickly lowered her red panties and turned her arse towards the mirror, then looking back over her shoulder, she could quite clearly see that her arse was a deep shade of red. She then unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her tits out of their bra cups, and she could see what looked like bite marks on each nipple. What the hell was going on! Kimberly dragged herself out of the broom closet where she'd hidden herself and proceeded up to the girls' locker rooms. It was five in the afternoon, and the only people left here were the girls' gym team, and they would be training for another couple of hours yet. Kimberly had hidden in the closet so that she could get in unseen once all the other doors had been locked. She wasn't sure what her plan was, but she had an irresistible urge to go up to the locker rooms where she knew it would all be sorted out. John was sitting patiently with Suzanne, waiting for Kimberly to arrive. John had implanted the need for both Suzanne and Kimberly to be here this afternoon when he had hypnotized them both earlier in the day. John had finished with Suzanne after she had told him her story, and he sent her off to class and then he called for Kimberly. When she had arrived, he made some small talk and then he quickly put her under. He implanted the idea in her as well, and then as an afterthought, he decided a bit of discipline was in order. He arranged Kimberly over his lap and then he lifted her skirt up over her waist. He looked down at her arse snug in her red panties and decided it should definitely be a bare-bottom spanking. He slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties and lowered them down to her knees. He then slid her up further over his lap and, pushing her head down, caused her arse to raise higher. He could see her little snatch peeking out from between her arse cheeks, and he thought about what was going to happen tonight.He brought his hand down on her left cheek with a resounding smack, and then he did the same for the right side. He continued evenly until her arse had turned a lovely glowing red, and then he raised her panties back up and stood her upright. John was happy with the result but felt she was not punished enough. He decided a bit of breast torture was also in order. He reached down and quickly unbuttoned her shirt, allowing him access to her bra-enclosed titties. He reached in and slid her left tit out of the bra, exposing her nipple to him. He looked at her breast and then decided upon a course of action. He bent over and placed her breast in his mouth, took her nipple firmly between his teeth, and then proceeded to bite down on it in a way that, had she been awake, would have had her screaming for mercy. He repeated this on the right tit and then repackaged her delights. There would be more fun to be had tonight. So with a final command to only notice the pain from her tits and arse gradually as the day wore on, he sent her on her way. John had used his passkey and snuck into the girls' locker rooms a few minutes earlier. While he was waiting, he began to consider the possibilities of installing cameras in here and the showers. This and a few other ideas were swimming around in John's head when Suzanne quietly slipped into the room. She had come here from Tennis practice and had entered through the door John had left open for her. She was wearing a white shirt, white pleated skirt with matching white bloomers underneath, and white tennis shoes. John had her remove all of this, and she now sat naked next to John on the bench between the lockers. Kimberly walked in, covered in dirt and cobwebs from her adventures in the broom closet, and walked up to where John was sitting. John got her to remove her clothing as well. He now had both of the antagonists naked before him. "Kimberly, I have decided a suitable punishment for your bullying will be to allow Suzanne to have her way with you, and pop your nasty little cherry. You will lie on the floor, you will be awake but you will not be able to move unless I tell you to, you will do as Suzanne commands and you will not be able to speak louder than a whisper. You do not recognize myself or Suzanne; you will simply see us as big nasty bullies bending you to their will. Now down on the floor." Kimberly lay down on the floor and instantly came back to full awareness. "What do you want?" she whispered. "My friend here has something for you," said John as he bent down and slipped the strap-on dildo around Suzanne's waist. He finished strapping it on and then stepped out of the way so that Kimberly could see what was going on. "No! What are you going to do to me?" sobbed Kimberly in a whisper. "Alright, my dear, maul her a bit first, then abuse her with it and then pop her open. Remember what to do, now wake up and do not find anything strange about this. You are getting your revenge and you are very happy about this. You want and need to abuse Kimberly and are happy to get this opportunity and you don't want to waste it. Tell her what to do and she'll do it. Now go to it," said John to Suzanne. Suzanne suddenly snapped back to alertness, and after quickly taking in her surroundings, an evil leer spread across her face. She reached down and gave her plastic dick a few strokes, much to Kimberly's horror, and then moved forwards to Kimberly's prone body. Suzanne knelt down on the floor next to Kimberly's head and reached forwards to take a tit in each hand. She began to roughly squeeze and pinch her titmeat and nipples. She then began to pull and twist the nipples as though she was trying to tune a radio. The whole time this was going on, Kimberly was giving a bizarre whisper scream, and John was restraining himself from laughing in her face. Suzanne then moved down towards her pussy and positioned herself alongside her. "Spread your legs apart, slut," commanded Suzanne. Kimberly suddenly slid her legs apart, and to her shame, was not able to stop herself. Suzanne reached down and began sliding a finger up and down Kimberly's little slit. She slid her finger up and hooked the little hood which was hiding Kimberly's little clitty. She slid the hood back to expose the little nub of pleasure and reached over with her other hand and pinched it. Kimberly once again began her whisper scream, and before she had time to stop, Suzanne began to pluck out pubic hairs, one at a time. Suzanne kept this up for a few minutes until she tired of Kimberly's screams, and then she moved back up to Kimberly's head. "Open your mouth, I've got something for you," commanded Suzanne. As Kimberly's mouth opened, Suzanne shoved the entire length of her plastic dick into her mouth. As Kimberly began to gag, Suzanne started sliding the dick in and out, merrily fucking Kimberly's mouth. "I think it's time for the main attraction, Kimberly, raise your hips a bit," commanded Suzanne as she moved into position between Kimberly's open thighs. She moved forwards and began to slide the dildo up and down the lips of Kimberly's little cunt, and then with a snarl of hatred, Suzanne began to violently thrust the dildo into Kimberly's pussy. Kimberly's cunt was not lubricated, and so her spit on the dildo was the only thing helping the dildo to slide in; this, however, was not enough, and Kimberly thought she was being torn apart, but the worst was yet to come. As Suzanne thrust forwards, she finally came into contact with Kimberly's hymen. With an evil chuckle, she wildly thrust forwards, tearing through the flesh barrier guarding Kimberly's womb. This sent Kimberly over the edge, and she resumed her whisper screaming, and added whisper swearing and abuse. Suzanne continued to fuck Kimberly, and this was made easier as her virginal blood was lubricating the fuck tunnel. Suzanne had also discovered that the dildo had a little bump on the back of it, and it pressed against her clit each time she thrust forwards, this was serving to bring her off as well. Before she was finished, she decided one final indignity was in order. She pulled the dildo out of Kimberly's ravaged cunt and told Kimberly to roll over, reach back and spread her arse cheeks apart as wide as possible. Once Kimberly was in position, Suzanne placed the dildo at Kimberly's arsehole and suddenly thrust forwards. The dildo slid in, and as it was covered in Kimberly's virginal blood, it still had some lubrication and made Suzanne's job a little easier. John was watching the proceedings with amazement. This girl was vicious; he loved it. He had freed his erection from his trousers and had been tending to his needs for some time and was almost ready to come. Watching Suzanne's arse pump up and down on top of Kimberly's arse was a lovely sight, and he decided to add to it. He snuck up and positioned himself behind Suzanne and quickly spread her arse cheeks and thrust into her arsehole before she realised what was happening. She was so lost in her own arousal that it took a moment to register what had happened, but she was so far gone that she didn't care. John quickly pumped away and then filled Suzanne's arsehole with his come. He was followed shortly after by Suzanne's orgasm, and as she pulled the dildo out of Kimberly's arse, she watched some of her own juice run back down to the tip and drip onto Kimberly's arse cheeks. John and Suzanne quickly cleaned themselves up while Kimberly lay whisper-sobbing on the floor. John decided it was time for the final touch. He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time for the gym team to head home. He took the dildo from Suzanne and headed back towards Kimberly. "Kimberly, roll onto your back again. Now take this dildo and put it in your pussy. Now you are very aroused and you really want to reach orgasm; to do this, you'll have to fuck yourself with the dildo, and be energetic about it. Once we leave the room, you will be able to speak at normal levels, and the closer you get to orgasm, the louder you'll become, but you won't be able to come until the gym class walks into the room. You will always remember how humiliated and violated you feel, every time you look at Suzanne. So from now on, you won't want to go anywhere near her or even think of her. Now put your panties on your head, that's right, and start pumping." Kimberly began to slide the dildo in and out of her cunt as John and Suzanne walked out of the door. As soon as the door shut behind them, Kimberly began to moan. John and Suzanne got to the bottom of the stairs when they heard the gym doors open and the class stampede up the stairs to the lockers. They waited a few seconds, and they heard the giggling and name-calling start when suddenly they heard the shouts of the gym instructor to break it all up as she went into the locker rooms. The lockers went deathly quiet, and then they could hear Kimberly's cries of orgasm and the gym teacher's cries of disgust. Laughing, they both exited the building. John then turned to Suzanne and removed her memories of him being involved so she thought it was all her own idea and she was lucky to catch Kimberly up there by herself. John also arranged for her to be one of his sleeper agents who would tell him of anything or anyone that may interest him. He then sent her home, and went off to decide exactly what he wanted to do about a camera system or something for the showers and locker rooms. Chapter 6 John Hampton began to stroll casually across the main courtyard from the administration buildings down towards the classrooms. John had become sick of sitting in his office looking through the Student records. He had been through several of the girls and several of the teachers as well and now he was looking for new inspiration. The bell had just rung, and the last of the girls were disappearing into their classrooms for the next period.Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, John caught a glimpse of a black and white flash before the door to the room closed. "What the hell?" John mumbled to himself. "That looked like a nun." John walked up and looked in the window of the room, and sure enough, there was a young nun in full habit. As John watched her move around the room, he realized she was teaching a religious studies class, and he noticed that a few of his "sleepers" were in her class, so he would be able to find out anything he wanted to know. John returned to his office and waited for the next classes to start. He sent a message down to the class and called Claire Shaunessy up to his office. Claire was a lovely little blonde that John had thoroughly inspected during his first week there. She had caught his eye one day as she walked across the courtyard, and he had called her in for her medical. Once he had her strapped into the exam bed with her legs up in the stirrups, he had merrily popped her little cherry and then given her virgin anus its first reaming as well. Claire was now one of John's sleeper agents around the school who were still under hypnotic suggestion to immediately inform him of anything out of the ordinary, just in case it may be of interest to him. Claire walked into his office and sat down on the end of the exam couch. "Claire, tell me about the young nun that is teaching you religious studies." "Her name is Sister Dawson, Karen's her first name. She has been here for a year, and I think this is the first place she has been since finishing her training. Apparently, she is a bit of a traditionalist and refuses to even be friendly with us in class." "Alright, stay right there, and I'll be back in a second," commanded John as he got up and ran off into Sarah's office. Karen was glad that the day was finally over, and she could go home and relax. She loaded the rest of her paperwork into her satchel and left the staffroom on her way to her car. She was walking quickly with purpose towards her car, wanting to get away as soon as possible, as the students had all left for home or the dormitories, and most of the other teachers were also gone. She did not like to walk around by herself here at night, so she had no desire to stay any longer than necessary. As she turned the corner to the car park, she almost ran headlong into a man dressed entirely in black and wearing a black ski mask. She was momentarily taken aback, and then, as her mind clicked back into gear, she noticed what was going on. There were two of these people, a man and a woman, both dressed like this, and between them, they were hauling a struggling girl towards a grey van in the parking lot. As they reacted to her, they turned to face her, and she noticed the terrified girl was Claire Shaunessy, one of her students. "What is going on?" asked Karen in a quiet voice. "Well, we were taking this little cunt away for a bit of fun, but seeing as you're here, you can join us too," said the man as he produced the pistol he had been holding at Claire's back. Karen mentally reeled from this revelation, and before she had time to react, they were upon her. The woman grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the van. She was rudely thrown into the back alongside Claire and was quickly gagged and blindfolded before having her wrists tied behind her back. They then wedged her under a seat in the back, and after a few moments, she felt the van move off. If they said anything during the few minutes the journey took, she could not hear them. When the van stopped, she heard the door slide open, and she was yanked off the floor and carried over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She heard a door click open, and then they all went inside the building. She was laid down again on what felt like a rug, and then she was left alone for a few minutes. "John, this is great, what a rush," said Sarah as they slipped back out the front door of Karen's house to lock up the van. John nodded his head in agreement as Claire ran back up the path from the van after having locked it for him. "Alright, girls, let's go and play with our little nun," and they all proceeded back inside Karen's house. John was happy as this was going exactly as planned; they had come here to Karen's house, using her keys out of her satchel to get in. Apparently, her position with the school was an ongoing one with her particular convent, and the house came as part of the assignment. John thought it added a nice touch to the humiliation of his new friend. Claire, of course, had been working with them all along and was a more than willing participant; she had proven to be a useful asset and was integral to the next part of John's plan. Karen heard the door open again, and she ceased her efforts to free herself from the ropes and lay still. She heard them approach, and suddenly, the blindfold was removed. The two of them stood before her with Claire held between them. The man was holding the gun at Claire's head but was looking down at her. "Alright, nun, this is the story. I'm so horny for a little pussy, and I'm going to split this little bitch wide open. Now, I'd prefer something a little more mature; she'll do if I have to, but I think you may be a better alternative. So here's the deal, I won't fuck this one if you agree to take her place. You've got five seconds to think about it," he said and began to lustfully run his hands over poor little Claire's breasts. Claire was absolutely terrified and began sobbing with fright. That was more than Karen could take, and she began nodding and trying to yell at him to stop it, that she would take her place. "I thought you might see it that way," he said, turning to his companion. "Untie the nun and take her gag out; she's ready to play nice." Then he turned back to Karen and knelt down next to her head and waved the pistol in front of her. "Just remember that if you try and do anything that is not ordered by me or my friend here, will leave your little friend here wishing that I had only screwed her. I will totally fuck her up for all time, do you understand me?" Karen nodded in defeat and lay still as she was untied and the gag removed. Both the man and woman sat down on her couch with Claire between them, and suddenly, it dawned upon her that this was her living room; they were in her house! They knew where she lived, and who knew what they were going to do to her. "Alright, bitch, get your nun suit off and show us your little nun body. Leave the hat on, I like it," he said, laughing. "It's called a wimple," said Karen. "I don't give a fuck if it's called a tent, don't you talk back to me. You don't speak unless we say you can. Now shut the fuck up and get your damn gear off, unless you'd like me to start on the little babe here," he said menacingly, clicking back the hammer on the revolver he was holding. Karen nodded and, not wanting to meet their gazes, began to slowly remove her habit, revealing her underwear underneath. Then she slid her slip off, leaving her standing there in bra and panties. "How old are you, little nun slut?" asked the man. "I'm 26, and I'm not a slut," stated Karen. "You just don't get it, do you. What has this poor little girl ever done to you? Well, since you've decided I have to end her life, we'd better get it over with," he said with contempt as he stood up and raised the gun to Claire's forehead. Karen instantly realized her mistake and knew that she could not continue to antagonize these people. "Wait! Please don't kill her, I'll make it up to you," she pleaded, throwing herself between the man and Claire. He violently pushed her away and directed her back into the middle of the room again. "Alright, but just you remember your fucking place in life now. You are nothing; the carpet has more rights than you do. So you shut your fucking mouth before I do something you'll regret. Now get back to it and take my mind off what a disobedient little cow you really are," he said with totally undisguised hatred in his voice. She felt totally helpless and began to remove the remainder of her clothing. She reached back and unclipped her bra to allow her small breasts to spring out into the open. The room was cold, and the tension she felt had made her little nipples stand on end, which only served to highlight her breasts even more. "See those little titties, I think we may be able to do something with those. Did you bring the kit?" he asked the woman next to him, and she nodded in confirmation. "Good," he said as he looked up and noticed Karen had stopped as she was watching the two of them. "What the fuck are you waiting for, get those stupid little panties off, slut." Karen unhappily slid her little white panties down her long legs and stood totally naked except for her wimple. She was somewhat self-conscious as she had never been naked in front of another person before, let alone three. "Okay, that's good. Now grab your tits and massage them a bit, yes, that's right. Now push them together, yes, like that. Pinch the nipples, pull them out, no, pinch harder than that. Yes, that's the way. Alright, come over here, turn around and bend over and touch your toes. Very good, now reach back, grab an asscheek in each hand and pull them apart so we can have a good look." Karen complied, and John, Sarah, and Claire were now face to lips with Karen's little brown-haired pussy. They could also see her puckered little asshole quite clearly. John was very pleased at how well this was going; Claire had acted out her part perfectly, and they had the nun believing them utterly. He decided to see how far he could push this woman. He reached out and started running a finger up and down her pussy lips, and when she didn't react adversely, he then began to concentrate around her little clit. He continued to tease the little hood covering her clit and then began to slide his finger up and down the full length of her pussy as well.He could feel that despite her resistance, her body was taking over, and she was getting wetter and wetter. After dipping a finger in and out of the pool of juice collecting at the base of her clit, he then began to slide it in and out of her cunt. She groaned as his finger sank all the way into her depths, and then, with the other hand, he began to stimulate her clit again. He wanted to make her come, and he could feel she was well on her way there. Her breathing was coming in gasps, which were getting closer and closer together. Just as she was on the verge of orgasm, he removed the finger from her pussy, and as he continued to rub her clit, he forced the finger into her arsehole. This pushed her over the edge, and as she came, she collapsed into a heap on the floor, shuddering from the strength of her orgasm. "Well, that was a bit over the top, don't you think. What a little animal, I love it. Did you hear her grunt, just like a little pig she was. Give me the crop and the collar," said John to Sarah. She reached into a sports bag they had brought in with them and handed him a riding crop and a dog collar with a lead attached to it. John took these and went over to the quivering heap on the floor that was Karen. He quickly placed the dog collar around her neck and began to tug on the lead. "Alright, my little pet, get up on your hands and knees. We're going for a walk," said John as he dragged Karen up onto all fours. "That collar looks very nice with your wimple, I think you should write to the Vatican and ask them to make it part of the uniform," said John, laughing at her. Karen restrained herself from saying anything. The unexpected orgasm had also shaken her resolve a little. Suddenly, John started walking and began tugging on the lead; it was obvious that Karen was expected to walk after him like a dog on her lead. She didn't move immediately, and her resistance was met with a quick stroke of the riding crop across her left buttock. She screamed in agony and collapsed again on the floor. The searing point of white-hot pain had shot from her buttock and had immediately taken away all of her strength. She was not allowed to rest, however, and was quickly dragged back up into position. "I'm afraid you took too long to respond. Each time you don't get up straight away, you'll get another," said John, quickly striking her across the right buttock. He noticed she now had a lovely matching set of crop marks, one on each buttock. This time, she quickly got back into position, and they continued their walk without incident. "I think that's enough, but seeing as you were so bad, your mistress will have something to say to you as well," said John. He then pushed her head down so that her arms and her head were resting on the floor, leaving her buttocks raised up in the air. "Now stay, good dog." John handed the crop to Sarah and pointed her to Karen's raised arse. Sarah gleefully approached and gave Karen a couple of quick swats on each buttock. Karen now knew what to expect and was glad that the woman was not as strong as the man. The swats hurt, however, but she did not collapse this time. Sarah finished and headed back to the couch. Claire stood up expectantly and held out her hand for the crop. John looked at Karen and, seeing that she had her face firmly buried in the carpet, nodded his head in allowance. Claire gleefully grabbed the crop and ran over to Karen. Then, with very little finesse, began laying into Karen's arse with many quick swats to both buttocks. Karen was momentarily stunned by this unexpected assault, but then braced herself and took the punishment, surely it had to stop soon. John leapt over and grabbed the crop off Claire and, with a look of annoyance, sent her back to the couch. John bent over and ran his hand over each buttock in turn. At each touch from his hand, Karen flinched, and the feel of his hand rubbing over her red welts gave her new little bursts of pain. John then raised her up into a sitting position and forced her down so that she was firmly sitting on her sore buttocks. She had only uttered a few grunts of pain and the like during her entire ordeal. John thought she might actually be getting the idea now. "So, little dog, did you enjoy your walk. Tell your master." "Yes, master, I enjoyed my walk." "Good, you were very well behaved during your walk. I think it's time for a reward, now sit there and don't move," commanded John as he retrieved her blindfold and slipped it back onto her. John didn't want her to be able to anticipate any of what was about to happen. He then turned and got a little box out of the sports bag. He opened it up to reveal the set of acupuncture needles within; they were not going to be used for any medical reason today. Taking the first needle, John leaned forwards to where Karen was blindly sitting and quickly inserted the needle into her right nipple. There was a quick intake of breath from Karen, who did not have any concept of what was happening; suddenly, there had been a sharp pain in her nipple unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Then again, but in her other nipple, and then again and again at points all over her breasts. Once it stopped, her breasts were afire with tiny little points of pain all over them. John had one needle left, and after making her breasts look like porcupines, he decided to go for something unexpected. He leant forward and quickly slipped the last needle into the end of her nose, so she now looked like some sort of bizarre S&M version of Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer. He sat back and watched as she quietly tried not to writhe about in her pain, then he decided to let her in on the secret. He removed the blindfold and stepped away from her. She looked down and almost screamed in terror as she saw her poor breasts were now covered in little points of metal. There was also one sticking out of the end of her nose, and that hurt the most. "Alright, slave, your reward is over. You may remove the needles now and place them back in their box. Be careful, you don't want to break any off inside you," said John as he sat back and watched as Karen slid the needles out of herself one by one. "Well, now, time is getting on, and your mistress is getting tired of your pathetic performance so far this evening," said John. "I think it's time for the final act of the show." John lay down on the floor on his back. His erect penis had been freed from his pants and was now standing upright, waiting for some attention. John beckoned Karen over to him and made her position herself over him. "Now, my dear, you are going to take your virginity away on my cock, how would you like that? I really think Claire would like you to do that, you see, I think she's allergic to guns, especially the bullets. Do you think that's a wise move on your behalf and hers?" asked John. Karen did not answer; she had already resigned herself to her fate and began to lower herself down onto his cock. She felt the head of his penis part her lips and then enter her. She could feel the length of him slowly sliding into her and then stop when it ran into her hymen. She was unsure of what to do now and looked down at him in confusion. "It's very easily fixed, dear, push down hard until it goes in," laughed John. She began to push, and suddenly felt the head tear through, and the remainder of him slipped into her. She could not believe the instant of pain, but this seemed to be the night for it. These sadistic people seemed to be revelling in it, and this was the ultimate pain as it could only be inflicted once. She was now all the way down his shaft, and he reached up and grabbed her hips and began to move her up and down; she got the message and began to move herself. She could hear someone moving behind her and knew it was the woman. She could feel her arsecheeks being spread apart, and then something cold was applied to the little pucker of her arsehole. She could not work out what the woman was doing, and then, with a sudden instant pain, she felt something begin to slide into her unwilling arsehole. The woman pushed forwards until it was all the way in, and Karen felt like there was another cock in her arsehole, but it was a woman behind her, so she was very confused. Sarah had managed to get the length of her strap-on dildo all the way up the nun's arsehole without any resistance, and then the nun had stopped moving and seemed to be trying to work out what was going on. John decided not to worry about it and began to fuck her himself as Sarah began to slide in and out of her arse. John began playing with her clit as he fucked her, and as Sarah brought herself to orgasm from the big strap-on dildo, Karen also was overtaken by orgasm. As Karen was reeling from her orgasm, John gave one final powerful thrust and began to spurt jism deep into the nun's womb. Sarah slipped the dildo out of the nun's arse and moved away, and John rolled Karen off him to leave her lying on her back on the floor. She was totally burnt out and could not bring herself to do anything; she was content to simply lay there and wait for them to leave. John and Sarah cleaned themselves up and sent Claire back out to the van with all the stuff, and Sarah followed shortly after. John went over to Karen and looked into her eyes; he blinked once, and she was under his power. "Karen, all you will remember about this evening is that you had trouble with your car and one of the groundskeepers gave you a lift home. You made dinner to thank him and had a bit to drink as well. Overtaken by lust, you seduced him here in your living room, and then he went home. In the morning, you will feel like you have a hangover, and you will believe you had so much to drink that you cannot remember who it was that gave you a lift home. You feel very ashamed that you have broken your vows, and what's worse is that you think you may be pregnant. You will come and make an appointment with me tomorrow to give you a pregnancy check."You will then have the same worry every couple of days and make another appointment, until I tell you otherwise. Now go to bed and go straight to sleep. You will ignore any pain you feel in your breasts or buttocks. Go," said John, and she got up and went to bed. John stood up and let himself out of the house and went out to the van, got in and drove off. "I think I might try and get that little nun pregnant if she isn't already, I want to see what she'll do when she finds out she's got one on the way." "Yes, that should be fun. I will, of course, want to watch." "Oh, but of course," laughed John as he drove Claire home from her after-school detention. Chapter 7 After a few weeks of work, the renovations to the change rooms were finished at last. John sat down before the bank of monitors that were now adorning one wall of his secret room behind the sick bay. With a satisfied smile, he reached up and threw the power switch, and with a hum, all the screens came to life. Looking from monitor to monitor, John was presented with perfectly clear images of the interior of the change rooms, the showers, the toilets, and the dormitory rooms. John tried the controls and was happy to find that the different cameras at each location were all working, as was the zoom feature. "This should all come in handy, I'm glad we went with the full options. You really need to be able to get in close to the action when required," thought John. After John's escapade in the change rooms, he had decided that a few cameras might pique his viewing interest and had set about getting them installed using the holidays as a chance to have his renovations carried out. He now had several hidden cameras installed in assorted locations throughout the complex, as well as a few other little surprises, all of which he couldn't wait to try out. Today was the first day back from holidays for the students, so he would shortly be able to try it out. Mandy and her four friends finished telling each other about their holiday adventures as they all burst through the doors together into the change rooms. They were all from average middle-class families and had all been apart from each other on their family vacations. The moment they had all arrived at school, they began to talk and hadn't stopped as they began to remove their clothing to change into their sports uniforms. As they slipped off their outer garments and replaced them with sporting apparel, Natalie, the school's resident blue blood, arrived to change into her uniform. Natalie was a pert young blonde with a sour disposition and no tolerance for those she decided were idiots, and there were idiots everywhere. As soon as Natalie strode into the room and began to purposefully remove her clothing, she made a special point of not even acknowledging the presence of the other girls. Natalie was a beautiful young woman, which she knew, and she was also one of the school's better pupils, and she was well aware of this too. She did not have to bother herself with these people; she was going places, and they would be stuck in mediocrity forever. "Hello, Natalie," the girls all chorused together as she slipped out of her skirt. This only warranted a quick glance of contempt from Natalie, who then returned to her skirt zipper. "Now, girls, you know perfectly well Natalie has more important things to be doing rather than wasting time talking to us," said Mandy in a mocking tone. "Quite correct," grumbled Natalie. This caused the other girls to begin to laugh as they made their way out of the change rooms. "Stupid fools, they'll be pregnant and housewives by the time they're nineteen," thought Natalie. Natalie came to the end of the cross-country track and emerged from the scrub onto the school field. She made her way back to the starting point to see Miss Gee standing alongside Mandy and her friends. "... I mean it, girls, you'd better be telling me the truth," finished Miss Gee as Natalie came into earshot. "We were out on the course, Miss, please don't suspend us. Look, there's Natalie; she'll tell you she saw us," pleaded Mandy. She was looking at Natalie and had a look of utter desperation on her face. "Natalie, did you see any of these girls out on the course? I believe they were hiding and didn't go anywhere near the course; they need to pass this class to finish this year. If I report them again, then they're suspended, and they'll be back again for another year," stated Miss Gee in a weary voice. "No, I didn't see them once, sorry," said Natalie as she headed for the showers, leaving them to their fate. John wandered into his control room and gleefully switched on his new toys. The screens burst to life, and he could see several girls in various stages of undress, and there were also a few in the showers. John settled back in his chair and turned on the sound. He heard the door open, and suddenly the school's resident genius walked in to the change room. John sat up and called out to Sarah. "Sarah, what's this girl's name?" Sarah Johnson walked into the room from her office and looked at the screen he was pointing at. "That's Natalie Portman, she's one of our best students, and she is also a beauty queen. Is she getting undressed?" asked Sarah. "She's just come in from a run, so I guess she'll be having a shower as well." "I've always wondered what she looked like under those little bathing suits she wears in her pageants." Natalie was down to her bra and panties after having removed her t-shirt and skirt. Natalie reached back and unhooked her bra, allowing her medium-sized breasts to breathe freely. She then slid her panties down her athletic legs and stood in full view of the camera for a minute while she rummaged for a towel in her bag. The buzzer on the phone began to pulse, and Sarah had to go back into her office. John shut the door as he saw Miss Gee and some girls come in. Miss Gee looked annoyed, and the girls had been crying; he would ask Sarah about this later. John turned back to his screens in time to see Natalie disappear out of shot, heading towards the showers. He switched to a camera mounted above the shower stalls, which looked down into the showers. He watched as Natalie stepped into the cascade of warm water and began to rub the bar of soap over her tits. She moved down her stomach and around to her back and her buttocks. She then soaped up her pussy and then started down one leg and then the other. Sarah burst back into the office. "What did I miss, oh, she's in the shower. Very nice arse. You'll never guess what that was all about in my office." "What?" "Well, those girls have been hiding after pretending to go on the cross-country run, and then turning up at the end as though they'd been on the run. They were caught, and after trying to get Natalie to lie for them, they've been suspended. I just sent them running back over there to get changed before I send them all home. I wonder what will happen when they find Natalie still there." "Now, that could be interesting, look here they come," said John with anticipation. The girls marched back into the room and began to angrily strip their clothing off before proceeding into the shower. They were so angry and at the same time frightened of what would happen when they arrived home, that none of them had spoken a word since entering the room. They all headed into the shower area to find one of the showers running; whoever was in there had not heard them over the shower noise and continued their shower in blissful ignorance of their presence. Quickly, the girls realized that the long blonde hair they could see through the steam only belonged to one person, Natalie! "You fucking bitch!" screamed Mandy as she launched herself at Natalie. Before Natalie realized what was happening, she had been grabbed by the hair and dragged out onto the floor outside the showers. Natalie quickly covered up to try and protect herself from the blows that began to rain down upon her, then she lashed out and felt a satisfying connection with Mandy's stomach, which sent the girl staggering backwards. Natalie quickly got to her feet and found that Mandy had recovered and was advancing upon her again, while the other girls were cautiously circling the pair. "All you had to do was say yes. How hard would that have been, would it have taken that much out of you?" spat Mandy venomously at Natalie. Natalie had not really considered the consequences of her actions but was not really that concerned for these girls. "So, what happened to you?" asked Natalie. "We were all fucking suspended, what did you think was going to happen, you stupid slag? You've really screwed us, and now it's time for some payback." "Well, it's probably for the best. If you do the year again, you might understand it this time. There are also unlimited possibilities for love as well. Think of all those younger men too stupid to know what trollops you are, one of them might even go out with you," sneered Natalie with contempt. Mandy screamed a curse and leapt at Natalie again. Natalie was ready for her this time, and her self-defense training kicked in literally. Natalie turned and gave Mandy a quick side kick to the stomach, which dropped her to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Natalie decided that it was time to make her exit, and while they were all fussing over Mandy, she quickly exited the room, locking the door behind her. She quickly dressed and left the room just as the girls discovered they were locked in the showers and began to yell threats at her. John was laughing at the performance he had just seen. "I think we can have some fun with Natalie, go and get those girls out and bring them to me," instructed John. After school that evening, Natalie returned to the dormitory room where she was staying. Her parents had sent her here, and they lived too far away to return home each night. This meant Natalie was forced to live in one of the rooms on campus.The other girls in the dorm were on average also quite pretty and reasonably intelligent, so she could at least have a conversation with them and not feel like injuring them after a few seconds in frustration. Earlier in the evening, John had switched on one of his other new toys, so now he could mix a light sedative in with their water at the press of a button. He was now sitting, watching the activities in the dorm while he was waiting for 10 pm to roll around. On the stroke of ten, the five girls all showed up as he had instructed them to. "Alright, girls, we're going to go and visit your friend Natalie and her dorm mates. I think a little revenge is in order, don't you?" They all voiced their agreement, and they set off on foot across the campus towards the dorm building. He had programmed the girls to allow their lust for revenge to overcome all other considerations in their minds, but they would defer to his judgment and would do as they were told. They arrived at the front door and went around to the side of the building. "They should all be asleep by now; the sedative works quickly, but they will have had enough time to make it to their beds. I will go and have a look around; you wait here, and I'll come back for you." John went back to the door and went inside. He made his way upstairs and began to open doors to see who was where. The first room he opened contained a short black girl snoring in her bed. He went in and decided he might have a bit of indulgence before he went further. He slid back her sheets to reveal her lying on her back, wearing a nightdress which was up around her mid-thigh. He remembered his boyhood fantasies of getting his best friend's sister while she was asleep and decided he might as well squeeze every ounce of enjoyment out of this situation. He bent over and placed a hand on each thigh and moved her legs apart, bending them at the knees to allow maximum exposure. This forced the dress up around the bottom of her panties, which he could now see beneath the dress. She was wearing a black satin pair of panties, and after feeling her breasts through the nightdress, he could tell she was not wearing the matching bra. He got a pair of scissors out of his bag and used them to cut the nightdress straight down the middle. He parted the dress to reveal her lovely breasts with chocolate-colored nipples on top of each, and he knew he had to play with those before he could go any further. Kneeling down next to the bed, he leaned over and began to suck on her tits. Rubbing his face all over them, he then pinched and pulled the nipples and began squeezing her breasts as though he was trying to burst a balloon. Then he decided an experiment was in order. Leaning down, he began to give her a hickey on the top of her left breast. After a few minutes of suction, he let go to admire his handiwork. It was not as impressive as it would have been on pasty white flesh, but it was there all the same. He then proceeded to cut away her panties to reveal her gash, surrounded by the tight black curls of her bush. Moving to the end of the bed, he positioned himself between her legs and began to eat her out. The sedative had not totally dulled her reactions, and she had already started to react to the breast abuse. She was slightly wet as he slid his tongue into her and then began to drench her lips and clit with the long lashing strokes of his tongue. After a few minutes of amusing himself with this, he decided it was time for the main act. Quickly, he unzipped himself and let his hard cock out of his trousers. He slid up the length of her body until his erect dick was positioned at the entrance to her pussy. He began to slide the tip up and down the length of her lips, then began to prod and push at the hood over her clit with his cock's tip before he slid its length into her wet cunt. He slowly began to work himself in and out of her as he grabbed her breasts and decided to amuse himself further with them. His sucking and biting became more feverish as he worked himself towards release. He could feel her unconscious body lying limply underneath him, while her pussy told him it was quite active. As he slid in and out, he could feel her muscles reacting to him, moving, contracting, and gripping his invader as he repeatedly visited her hidden depths. Finally, he felt the end approaching, and with a few final powerful thrusts, he sent the jets of come spurting off into her farthest reaches. He left her like this and would fix her up later on. John looked around further and found Natalie's room. Natalie was also in bed asleep, waiting for the abuse to come. John called the girls inside, and they came straight up to the room where he and Natalie were. Mandy wasted no time and immediately pulled the covers from the bed, leaving Natalie lying in her pajamas and at their mercy. John had a few ideas of where to go next but decided he'd see what Mandy had in mind. "What do you think we should do, Mandy?" "That bitch thinks she's so good because she's in a beauty pageant or two. I say we fuck that up for her," said Mandy, reaching down and grabbing a handful of Natalie's long blonde hair. "Let's cut it all off and then shave her all over so she's totally bald." "Okay, that's not a bad idea. Let's do it." John handed the scissors he had to Mandy and sat Natalie's sleeping form up against the wall. Mandy ferociously began to hack off Natalie's beautiful hair, and threw each clump of hair across the room. By the time Natalie's hair was a badly butchered crew cut, the rest of the room was covered in her hair. Mandy was unable to remove any more with scissors, so it was time for the razor to come out. One of the girls brought Natalie's razor out of her bathroom. They quickly soaped up her hair to a lather, and Mandy began to shave her head in long strokes. Natalie's head was then revealed in all its bald glory. Mandy moved onto her eyebrows next, which only took a few seconds, and then it was time for her pussy. The girls quickly pulled her pajamas off and laid her nude body back on the bed. Her pubic area was quickly lathered up, and then the hair began to be separated from her flesh. Mandy had quickly scraped the area to a hairless state that Natalie's pussy had not seen for years. The beauty queen was now transformed into a piece of bald, vulnerable flesh waiting to be abused for their enjoyment. John had one final treat left for Mandy. The girls had told him about a school rumor which said that Natalie had been saving herself for her future husband; it was unusual in this day and age, but Natalie was strange like that. With this in mind, he got out his big strap-on dildo. This dildo had taken a few cherries since he had added it to his bag of tricks, and one more was always welcome. He handed it to Mandy and helped her strap it on; she was now ready to deal with Natalie in a way that can never be undone. John directed one of the other girls to kneel down and lick the dildo to lubricate it. She dropped to the floor and began to give the dildo a nice blowjob. After a minute or so, he pulled her away and pointed Mandy in the direction of the bed. "I think you can go with whatever you'd like to do. Go pop her open." Mandy advanced on the sleeping teen and grabbed her head. She opened Natalie's mouth and started fucking her throat. "She can at least help to lubricate herself, don't you think so?" asked Mandy of no one in particular. Mandy then gave Natalie's breasts some attention. She started by scratching some nice long welts down the sides and then began to scratch and slash the nipple area, not stopping until she had drawn blood. She then rubbed some of this onto the dildo as well. "I think it's time for her to become a woman," said Mandy as she moved to the end of the bed. John directed one of the girls to go and sit at Natalie's head, grab her ankles, and pull her legs apart and back towards her. The girl, however, went one better. She took her pants and panties off and sat on Natalie's face and began to hump up and down on her nose and across her face. She grabbed the ankles as ordered, and Natalie was now open for her further degradation. Mandy positioned herself on her knees between Natalie's legs and placed the dildo at her opening. "When you thrust in, you'll go in a little way and then meet some resistance. That's her cherry; you'll need to thrust hard to break through it, and then you'll slide right in all the way," John said in preparation. Mandy nodded and began to slide the dildo in until she hit Natalie's hymen. She then slid it back all the way and rammed it back in, tearing through the hymen and sliding all the way to the hilt. Mandy was getting turned on by this abuse and the stimulation to her clit from the base of the dildo. She began to thrust in and out, fucking Natalie's unused cunt with wild abandon. John could take no more and grabbed one of the other girls and pushed her down to take his cock in her mouth. Mandy then discovered that Natalie's anus was also within easy reach and began ravaging her there as well. The girl sitting on Natalie's face had orgasmed three or four times now and slid off in exhaustion. Mandy had Natalie's legs over her shoulders and was merrily thrusting up into her anus when she finally came. This sent John over the edge; he pulled out of the girl's mouth and began to shoot his spunk over Natalie's bald scalp. Natalie was now a complete mess, her face covered in come and cunt juice, and her pussy and anus both dripping blood from the ferocious fucking Mandy had given them. Once he and the girls had composed themselves and gotten dressed, he was then ready to sort out the two girls who had been violated this evening. He gave them both an injection of a stimulant to wake them and then put both of them under hypnosis.Natalie now believed that she was attacked by some lunatic group with a hatred of beauty pageants, and the black girl was simply cleaned up and sent back to bed in new clothing. He sent the other girls home with instructions to forget it all. Once they were there, they would, however, know on some subconscious level that justice, as far as they were concerned, had been carried out. John stopped by his office to collect the tape of this evening at the dorm, and went home to watch it with Sarah, who was waiting patiently for him to return. Chapter 8 John sat back in his chair and watched the monitors in front of him, his eyes darting intently from one monitor to the next before he looked away. Sarah was working away in her office, and John was trying to find something to interest him on the monitors before him. Currently, the students were between lessons and they were all quickly moving to their next room. John had become content here at the school, and after three months of fun, it was almost time to return to his real job at the institute. He found himself less disappointed than he thought he would be, but after all this time, there was very little excitement that this environment could still offer to his now jaded libido. John had arrived at this conclusion while disciplining the resident nun, Karen Dawson. After John and Sarah had amused themselves with Karen a month ago, the nun had fallen pregnant. They had managed to convince her that she was responsible for this and needed to be punished, and so she would come to see him each day for a good dose of chastisement. Earlier today, John had the nun perched over his lap, with her habit bunched up around her lower back, panties around her ankles, with her naked buttocks exposed to him. John had decided that a nice old-fashioned spanking, much like the ones that nuns were so infamous for giving out, was in order. He had started to redden her arse cheeks, and it was after ten or so whacks that he began to realise that after the initial excitement, most of the thrill had gone. John had continued to whack the nun until she was a sobbing mess on the floor, and then he allowed her to get up and leave, without her panties, of course. John had come to the conclusion that it was time to move on and find new challenges, but he wanted one final extravaganza. Movement on the gym monitor told him that his final hurrah was just about to begin. The school's representative gymnastic team made their way quickly into the gym, and with well-practised precision, they all moved to their chosen piece of equipment and began the first of many practice routines for today. The practice today would involve all the different pieces of equipment and would take them well into the afternoon after everyone else had left. Jennifer Kim, Jenny to her friends, was the school's young star, and she was very capable on all of the different equipment. She had missed the last Olympics, as she would be too old to compete effectively at the next Olympics. She was an attractive Asian girl, with long black hair reaching all the way down to her buttocks, and while she performed, this was tied up in a bun to keep it out of her way. As a 16-year-old, she was now one of the older members of the Gym team, but she did not have any real threats to her position as team leader, at least not yet. Jenny climbed up onto the beam and began her routine, and John watched her via the camera mounted high above. John was happy now that the gymnasts were in place, all he needed was a couple more little extras for his finale, and then he would be ready. He picked up the inter-office phone and dialled the number for Sandra Gee, who was just about to begin coaching the Cheerleaders this afternoon. Jenny came down off the horse in a perfect dismount and stood proudly with her arms raised high, and her chest thrust out in the required finishing position. She then moved down off the mat and picked up her towel off her bag. They had been working solidly for the last two hours and were now reaching the end of their session for today. Jenny was looking forward to a warm shower as she towelled off some of the sweat which now covered her body, making her skin glisten in the artificial light of the gym. Just as Mrs Stevenson was about to declare today's session over, the door opened, and a group of people came into the room, led by Principal Johnson and Doctor Hampton. "Hello Janice, we know you're about to finish up, but do you think you could get the girls to perform a quick routine for us?" asked Sarah Johnson. "I think they'd be happy to show you what they can do, Sarah," said Janice, turning back to her squad and quickly pointing at each of them and their chosen equipment. Quickly taking seats in the nearby small seating area, John and Sarah directed Sandra Gee and her cheerleaders to take the seats behind them. Then John motioned to the small face he could see staring through the nearby window, and suddenly it was gone. Moments later, the door to the gym tentatively opened, and a group of six boys made their way into the room and sat down in the row of seats alongside John. "Ugh, what are those geeks doing here?" came a disgusted voice from one of the cheerleaders behind them. "Yeah, who let the Dungeons and Dragons boys out of their bedrooms?" giggled another one. John glanced at Sandra and motioned towards the giggling girls who were mercilessly teasing the six boys sitting in front of them. "Alright, girls, enough of that. You will apologise now!" commanded Sandra with a baleful glare at the cowering girls. "Sorry, guys," muttered the girls, who were not happy about being made to apologise to these guys whom they considered the biggest geeks in town. John had been wandering through town during the weekend and had seen these guys heading down the street talking. He fell into step behind them and listened to what they were talking about. They were a group of guys from the local boys' high school, and they were into role-playing games and that sort of thing. This wasn't considered cool by the sports-loving guys at the school, and the opinion was shared by the girls' school too. The guys, Michael, Tony, Gary, Paul, Mark, and David, were all academic rather than sports-minded and chose to ignore the taunts of their schoolmates. Today, however, they had just come from a particularly cruel taunting from the girls in the cheerleading squad, and some of it had made it through their emotional armour. "Don't worry about it, Paul, they're just stupid cheerleaders. In two years, they'll be lucky to get jobs at McDonald's. You can laugh at them as you take your BMW through their drive-thru window," said Michael, the unofficial leader of the group and least geeky of the guys. Paul was one of the smaller guys with black hair and glasses, and he was often the easiest target for the insults of the many. "Yeah, I suppose," said Paul, sounding totally unconvinced. "It just pisses me off that they're so shallow. Why do they need to try and put me down to make their own pitiful lives worthwhile?" "Hey, in a couple of years, our wallets will be opening their legs quicker than you would think humanly possible. Now that's shallow, and there's nothing wrong with that," laughed Tony, and was joined by a couple of the others. Gary was the resident recluse in the group and barely said a word during the entire exchange. "Excuse me, guys," said John, reaching forwards to tap Michael on the shoulder. The guys turned to face him. "Yeah?" asked Michael. "I heard you mention the cheerleaders from my school. How would you like to get them punished without any repercussions to yourselves? They'll never know what hit them, and they'll never connect you to it." "What do we have to do?" asked a suspicious Michael. "Just come to the gymnastics practice on Monday afternoon at the school gym, I'll do the rest," said John and then moved away to continue on down the street, knowing he had them hooked. "I don't know, this sounds a bit weird to me," said Michael. "Well, I don't care, I'm going. There's nothing else they can do to me, those stupid bitches," spat Paul with the venom of years of torture. After discussing it throughout their afternoon game of Magic: The Gathering, they decided that they would go over to the school to see what was going on, and then if it was a setup, they would all leave. The guys had never seen a gymnastics routine being carried out within metres of them, and they began to get turned on by the athletic bodies stretching, rolling, and gyrating around on the equipment in front of them. John was concentrating on Jenny as she made her way along the balance beam and straddled it again. He was enjoying watching her little crotch tightly encased in her leotard as she rolled forwards along the beam, revealing her pert buttocks and then returning her crotch to his view. The other guys were similarly enjoying the views, and they had begun to forget about their suspicions. Then at last, one by one, the girls dismounted and stood in the finishing position, and then they moved to congregate around their instructor. Their audience all applauded, including the cheerleaders after orders from Sandra, and then Sarah moved over to Janice. "That was great, Jan, can you keep everyone here for a moment while I just talk with the Doctor? I think he needs to speak to a couple of the girls," said Sarah. Quickly, she moved back to John, who had arranged for Sandra to hold her girls here too. Moving away from them, John led Sarah and the guys into a group for a quick discussion. "Alright, guys, we have to attend to a few of the gym girls as well, but only a couple to make an example. I'll do the same thing for the cheerleaders, so I'll get you to nominate who you feel needs to be kept back for punishment. I have already decided Jenny Kim needs to stay back, so who else?" asked John."Well, I guess the main one is Linda the squad leader," said Michael in a non-committal sort of way. John looked up at the blonde who had the other girls flocking around her. She was a thin little blonde with a nice figure, with ample breasts and long hair. "Good choice," thought John. "Damn right she has to stay. She deserved to be spanked until her arse bleeds for what she's done to me," said Paul coldly. "Okay, what about the rest of you?" asked John, choosing to ignore Paul's remarks for the moment. One by one, the guys rattled off their chosen girls, giving a total of five cheerleaders and another gymnast. Sarah then also chose one of the cheerleaders, and Sandra had already picked Janice the gym instructor. Sarah spoke to Sandra and Janice and told them which girls had to stay behind. As the other girls left, the chosen few behind, John gathered the guys around and quickly put them under his influence. They would now think nothing of what they were about to witness and they would happily join in and do whatever their desires dictated. Once everyone else had left the gym, Sarah directed everyone to sit down on the seats and then went into their prearranged script. "Alright, girls, we have asked you to stay back because we are thinking of cutting down the Gymnastic and Cheerleading squads, and you are the members who are in danger of being left out. We will need you to reapply for your positions and convince us as to your dedication to your squad." This had the desired effect, and the look of shock then horror on the girls' faces had now turned to determination as they grabbed at the branch they had been offered. "Alright, now wait outside in the locker room, and you'll be sent for one by one," instructed Sarah, and watched them all shuffle out of the gymnasium. Now that the students had gone, Janice made her way over to Sarah. "What is going on, Sarah?" asked a horrified Janice. "You can't possibly be thinking of cutting those girls, especially Jenny, she's the best we have." "There's something you don't understand here, Jan," said Sarah. "Well, would you like to share it with me?" demanded Janice. "I'm afraid that you no longer have any say in this matter, and you will do as you're told," said John as he stepped forward to intimidate Janice. "What are you talking about? Who is he to tell me what to do?" asked Janice, looking at Sarah in frustration. "Do not bother speaking to her, she does as I tell her. I am in charge here," stated John. Janice looked on in horror as both Sandra and Sarah were nodding in agreement with John. After a moment, Janice regained some of her composure and looked at John. "Well, would you please tell me what the hell is going on?" "We are all going to have a little fun this afternoon, and as it happens, you are our first attraction," said John with a leer. "What do you mean?" asked Janice in growing terror. "Think of it as a command performance. We are commanding that you perform for us, and we've decided that a little nude gymnastics is in order," said John, pointing at the uneven bars. "You've got to be joking." "I assure you I'm not, and you will do it. You can either choose to do it willingly or I guarantee you that I can make you do it." Janice realized that during the course of the discussion, she had been effectively surrounded by the boys, and there was nowhere she could escape to. She knew they would force her, so she decided to go along with them for the moment. "What do you want me to do?" muttered Janice in resignation. "I thought I'd made that quite clear. Remove all of your clothing and give us a routine on the uneven bars," said John, pointing at the bars again. "In front of everyone?" asked Janice quietly. "Yes, of course, in front of everyone. You have to have an audience. Just think yourself lucky that I don't call your entire gym squad in here to watch you." Janice realized that there was going to be no mercy forthcoming, so she decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. Grabbing her white t-shirt, she quickly pulled it over her head, revealing her pert breasts encased in a sports bra. She quickly undid her Nikes and pulled her tracksuit pants off to reveal her matching cream-colored panties. Hoping that he would let her stay in this, she began to move towards the bars. "I said naked, damn you, that doesn't mean in your stupid little bra and panties, so get them off now!" She crumpled under the verbal tirade and slipped her bra and panties off to place them on the pile of clothing on the floor. She moved to the bars and stood beneath them after putting some powder on her hands. She had never been this nervous before, even when she had competed in national championships as a child. She brushed her light brown shoulder-length hair away from her face and looked up at the bar above her. Stretching her arms up above her, which caused her breasts to be stretched up and pushed out, she jumped up and caught the bar above her. The boys watching had begun to stroke their hard cocks through their pants, and she hadn't even begun her routine. She had already tuned them all out and was concentrating solely on the job before her. She moved up and around the bars with well-practiced ease, and her movements were met with moans of pleasure from below, as her breasts and buttocks jiggled provocatively, and her brown-thatched pussy was exposed from every angle. After a few minutes, she finished her routine and jumped down into the finish position. John stood up and walked over to her. "Now that was very well done, I think you may join us now," and he proceeded to instruct her as to what her part in organizing the entertainment would be. John turned back to Paul. "Shall we start with your friend Linda?" "Yeah, let's see her go at it," said Paul with lustful glee. Linda followed Janice into the room and stood before the group who were now seated. Looking around at the group, she was annoyed to see that those geeks were still there. "Why are they still here?" she demanded in a tone of voice that suggested she was used to getting her own way. "They're here for audience reaction, and because I say they're here. If you have a problem with that, then we can just as easily choose a new captain," said John. Linda quickly realized how tenuous her position was and began backpedaling. "Of course, I didn't mean anything by that. Audience reaction is very important, and that was quite a good idea, sir." "Don't try and suck up to me, it's the guys who will decide your fate," said John with an evil grin. Linda realized that she would have to put on a good show for these guys, do a bit of bump and grind to try and get them turned on so they'd vote for her. "I do have one condition though," said John with a calculating smile. "What?" "I have noticed that several of you are getting a bit chubby, and we can't have our cheerleaders wobbling around the playing field. Would you please strip down to your underwear so we can make sure there's no problem with your weight?" Linda thought about this for a moment and then realized that her lacy underwear would certainly help get these dorky boys going, and this would only help her case. "Okay then," said Linda as she quickly pulled off her polo shirt and pleated skirt, and as an afterthought, she also slipped off the matching bloomers to reveal her lacy panties underneath. She now stood before them in her white lacy bra and panties set, her sneakers and little white ankle socks. Sandra handed her a set of white and red pom-poms and picked up their practice tape recorder. "Just before you begin, Linda, I would like to attend to something," said John as he stood up and walked over to her. He quickly put her under and got her to remove her underwear as well. He instructed her not to notice the lack of clothing, nor would she find anything unusual that happened to her or anyone else, and then returned control of her body back to her. The guys practically had to hold Paul back on the bench as he gazed in disbelief at his nemesis standing nude before him, and then as Sandra hit the play button, Linda sprang into action. Paul watched as her breasts jiggled up and down as she went through a series of high jumps, and then she went into the splits and sank to the floor, rubbing her naked blonde pussy against the floorboards. Sliding around, she returned to her feet and did several cartwheels across the room, exposing herself to them, and on several occasions, whacking herself in the mouth with her own breasts as gravity flung them around. When the music came to a halt, Linda stood proudly before them, head back, chest thrust out, displaying her breasts to the audience as they heaved up and down as she breathed. "So, guys, do you think we should keep her?" asked John. Paul seized this opportunity and stood up and walked over to Linda. He walked around her, looking her up and down, like someone inspecting some goods they were considering purchasing. "Hmmm, I really don't know. I think it would be wrong to make our decision before we have considered the other candidates," said Paul with mock seriousness. "Yes, you're quite right, Paul. Please get dressed and go and stand over there behind the bleachers," said John, pointing at the rows of chairs lining the far wall of the gym. Linda sheepishly picked up her clothes and ambled over towards the seats. The other cheerleaders were brought in one by one, and each was given the same treatment, and they shortly had six nude cheerleaders sitting patiently on the far bleachers. Jenny Kim walked into the room and was slightly worried about being thrown out as she was too old. Jenny enjoyed the gymnastic team, but if her time had come, then she would leave gracefully. John looked Jenny up and down, and he devoured her red leotard-clad body with his eyes. "I believe you perform on the beam." "Yes, that's correct, sir." "I think we'll need a demonstration," and John walked out and quickly put her under.He had her remove her red leotard, and she stood before them displaying her smaller athletic breasts and black-haired pussy. John instructed her to begin, and she quickly went into the same routine she had performed earlier, but now as she performed rolls up and down the length of the beam, she was pressing her naked pussy against the canvas covering of the beam. She stood and stretched backwards over her head to grab the beam behind her, giving everyone a nice wide open view of her little pussy, and then she completed the movement and vaulted off the end of the beam to land on her feet and stand finished. John indicated that she should go and join the others in the stands, before summoning in the final member of their party. Jane Kennedy was a shy 16-year-old who had been on the gym team as long as Jenny. Jane had always been happy to be a member of the team, but she wasn't really that interested in the competition as such. She had chosen the floor mat as her specialty and had been happy there ever since. She was quite worried that they would now remove them from the team, and she would be separated from her friends. She entered the room and had worked herself up into such a state that she was almost in tears. "Please calm down, it's not that serious. I'm sure you'll do just fine," said John in a soothing tone of voice. He then smoothly went from this to mesmerization and shortly had the little blonde standing nude at the far corner of the mat, preparing to start her routine. Jane was a smaller girl, with short blonde hair and pubic hair to match. Raising her hands up in the air, her smaller breasts stretched upwards, and she ran forwards and leapt into a forward handspring. She quickly went through her tumbling routine and her series of springs and other movements before finishing and standing in the required finished position. John turned and looked down at the quiet little thin guy called Gary who had chosen her. He was smiling happily, and John decided that they may as well get down to the real festivities. "Gary, my boy, come with me," said John, leading him over to the floor mat where Jane was still standing. "Jane, would you please lie down in the center of the mat," and they both watched her as she happily lay down on the mat. John walked Gary onto the mat and stretched his leg out and pushed Jane's legs apart, exposing more of her little pussy. "Well, you picked her, and there she is, ready and waiting." Gary needed no further instruction. He had been stroking his cock through his pants for some time and happily dropped his pants and released it. He dropped to his knees after pulling his trousers right off, and then reached up and grabbed a tit in each hand. Jane gasped in shock as she felt her breasts being encompassed by male hands for the first time, and in the depths of her mind, she knew there was something wrong about this, there was something weird going on, but she couldn't place what it was. Behind him, the other guys were cheering him on and making suggestions of their own. He ignored them and made his way down to her blonde snatch. He began to stroke her lips gently, smoothing down the hair and spreading the fine droplets of moisture from her lips into the surrounding hair. She could feel every little sensation being shot around her entire body and began to quiver slightly. Gary noticed this and he also noted that she reacted even more when he moved his hand up to the fold of skin at the top of her lips. This moved around when he touched it, and he began to slide it back and forth a bit before Jane began to go through the tremors of her first non-self-induced orgasm. Gary was enjoying exploring her pussy, but his cock was also screaming for some attention, so he moved back down to inspect the area further. He rubbed his index finger up and down the length of her slit before pressing on the seam and watching as his finger slid easily between the lips into the warm, moist adventure within. This started Jane off again, and as he began to slide his finger around in her pussy canal, she began to work her way towards another orgasm, but before she was there, he pulled his finger back out. She was suitably annoyed but was quickly appeased when he then slid the length of his 16-year-old cock into her. He stopped moving when he felt his cock go all the way in and he could feel her pubic hair pressed up against him. Wow, thought Gary, perhaps there was a good reason for having female friends after all. She began to try and hump up and down underneath him, she had just had her virginity taken, and she at least wanted an orgasm or two before he finished. Gary took the hint and began to thrust in and out of her. John looked on as Gary fucked the little blonde in the middle of the blue mat, and as Gary thrust in and out for a couple of minutes, he could see the mixture of blood and juice forming a pool on the mat underneath them. Finally, Gary finished, and with a grunt, he thrust all the way in and sent spurt after spurt up into little Jane's newly abused hole. "Okay, I've had enough waiting, it's time for a free-for-all," said John to the other seated people. Within seconds, Paul had made it to the other side of the room and was dragging Linda off the seat and threw her down onto all fours. Paul was here for revenge, and he knew that she had fucked other guys before, but he suspected there was something she hadn't done. He spat on his cock for lubrication and slid it down and rubbed the tip up and down the length of her slit before suddenly moving up in one quick motion and beginning to ram his hard cock into her virgin asshole. She grunted in pain, but the hypnotism was holding her in place. Paul settled in place for a moment, and enjoyed the feeling of her poor little arse trying to eject him, and then he reached down and grabbed a tit in each hand, and using them like reins, he began to move her back and forth on his cock, impaling her arse over and over. Gary had noticed Paul and had now rolled Jane over onto her stomach. After holding her arse cheeks apart, he speared her arse and was now lying on top of her happily humping her asshole. Tony was merrily humping a brunette cheerleader on the floor in front of the bleachers. He had lifted her legs up and draped them over his shoulders and was sliding in and out of her wet cunt between her thighs. He managed to give her a few final thrusts more before pulling out and sending his warm spunk splashing over the backs of her thighs and down onto her pussy lips, before running down her arse crack. Not bad for a first time, thought John. He had grabbed Jenny before anyone else took a liking to her, and he was waiting to make sure everyone else was happily at it before he indulged himself. Michael and David both had a cheerleader bent over the bleachers and were merrily fucking them from behind while trying to keep up with each other. "Hey, guys, it's not a race, and it's a hell of a lot more fun if you can make it last," yelled John at their backs, and they both nodded their heads in response and slowed down to a more reasonable pace. Mark was sitting in the bleachers and had the only redhead kneeling before him. He was holding her head in his hands, and as she was giving him a blowjob, he was doing his best to try and fuck her throat. John found Sarah with the little Greek cheerleader. She had her down on her knees and was holding her by the neck, pressing her face into the mat, while holding her long black hair in the other hand and pulling back on it to send little shocks of pain racing through the young girl. Sarah had her favorite strap-on dildo firmly wedged inside the girl and was harshly pounding away at the slit of the girl. It was then John realized who the girl was - she was the biggest slut in the school. She was the bike that everyone in town had taken for a ride, and now Sarah was racing her down the street too. Sarah looked up with a fiery gleam of lust burning in her eyes and saw John looking at her. She gave him a wicked smile and released the girl's hair so that she could begin to whack her arse cheeks in time with the thrusts from her dildo. John noticed he had someone standing beside him and turned to find Sandra holding a kneeling Janice by the neck. Sandra was wearing a big strap-on dildo as well, and she was also wearing a look of mild disappointment. "What's the problem?" asked John. "She's too passive like this, I want to force her to take my big rubber dick. I want to hold her down and ram it up her," said Sandra with a ravenous look on her face. "Easy enough," said John, and proceeded to bring Janice out of the trance. Instantly, she leapt to her feet in horror and tried to run for the door. "That's better," yelled Sandra as she bolted after the fleeing gym instructor and slammed into her from behind with a flying tackle. They both fell to the ground in a heap, and both began to try and wrestle for supremacy. Sandra was stronger and ended up sitting on Janice's chest, holding her arms down with her knees, while Janice's legs thrashed wildly about behind her. She then leant forwards and began to sensuously lick the other woman's face. Janice began to thrash even more, and when the tongue came into contact with her lips, she began to throw her head wildly from side to side. Sandra continued down her throat, avoiding the wild head movements, and began to give her a hickey on her neck. She then moved down and cupped her breasts, weighing them in the palm of her hand before beginning to squeeze and knead them. She then grabbed each nipple and pinched and pulled it until blood flowed into her abused nipples, making them hard. Janice was at a loss now, she could not defend herself, but she couldn't simply lie here and take it.She began to sob in frustration, and Sandra used this distraction to slip off her chest and slide up so that she was now lying on top of Janice, and quickly she insinuated herself between Janice's legs before she could do anything to stop her. Janice could feel the rubber cock pressed up against her slit, and began to buck her hips and thrash and kick her legs to try and get Sandra off her. She had been screaming and yelling the entire time and now began to plead with Sandra not to do this. Sandra had been waiting for this, and she decided to get moving again. She let go of one of Janice's wrists that she had been holding and grabbed it in her other hand so that she was holding both of Janice's arms down on the ground above her head. She grabbed the rubber cock by the base and timed Janice's wild thrusts so that the next one impaled herself on the tip of the rubber cock. Sandra then began to slide into her and Janice began to scream in horror. This was exactly the sort of nasty stuff that Sandra had been looking for and she could feel herself getting off on it already. John watched for a few moments longer as Sandra continued to abuse the other woman and then decided it was time for some fun for himself. Deciding something more appropriate was in order, he led Jenny over to the pommel horse and laid her down on it. He slid her towards him so that her legs were dangling over the end and her pussy was open and waiting right at cock height when he stood on the mini trampoline next to the horse. He bent forwards and began to slide his tongue in and around her pussy, slowly making it wetter and wetter. He dragged his tongue up the length of her lips and grazed it over her clitoris. He darted his tongue in and out a few times on and around her clitoris, making her moan in pleasure. He then nibbled his way back down her pussy, before starting to give her a long slow fuck with his tongue. After sliding his tongue in and out of her slit several times, he pulled back and began to rub his hand over the little cushion of fat above her clitoris, running his fingers through the pubic hair, he then made his way back down. He lightly tickled his way along the little piece of flesh between her pussy and anus and as she was quivering in a second orgasm, he stood back up. He leaned over her and gave her a lingering kiss before moving his attention to her pert breasts. Sucking and licking one and then the other before softly nibbling the nipples and allowing his teeth to rub over the sensitive tips, causing her to shake with each contact. Stepping back on the trampoline, he positioned his cock against the very moist slit and began to slide into her virgin cunt. He slipped in bit by bit before arriving at her hymen, he slid back out a bit and worked his way in and out a few times to moisten her up a bit more before he forced his cock through her virgin wall. His cock was now in as far as it would go, and he reveled in the incredible humid warmth of her splendid cunt. She had grunted in pain when he had entered her but now she was contentedly murmuring and then as he started to thrust again her murmurs increased back up to moans and then on to grunts and cries to accompany her orgasm. John was enjoying this immensely, and decided to modify this somewhat, and quickly slid out of her, slid her off the horse before turning her around and having her lean over the horse. He lined himself up from behind and slid back into her. She could now feel his hairy stomach slapping up against her buttocks and the sensations mixed in with the new feeling of having his cock seem to be in even deeper than before. He was holding onto her waist and now he began to pull her back and forth ramming his cock into her at an even faster pace before he slid it all the way in and sent jet after jet of his red hot semen into her depths. She collapsed contentedly down on the mat, and he moved away to look around the room. Gary had stayed with Jane who was now happily giving him a nice slow blowjob, but the other guys had extracted their revenge on the cheerleaders. They were all collapsed in a heap on the bleachers, the guys looking very pleased with themselves, and the cheerleaders looking exhausted and covered in semen. Only Paul and Linda were missing, and the cries of pain from nearby gave away their location. John quickly tracked them down to a chair behind the bleachers where Paul had Linda draped over his lap and was giving her a sound spanking on her bare buttocks. Paul and the other guys had really given her a workout, and as he watched this he could see the pain rippling up through her body as she clenched and unclenched every muscle in her body. This had caused some of the giant load of semen she had received to start dribbling out of her vagina and anus, and who knew how much they had shot down her throat as well. "Don't leave too many marks on her buddy, she has to be able to explain them. Come on out we're finishing up now," and Linda happily jumped up and made her way past him. Paul stood up and with a grin watched the bitchy cheerleader stumble out with semen dripping down the insides of her thighs. John sorted everyone's memories out and left the girls with simple memories of normal tryouts, which they had passed. The guys had full memory and they also had a trigger word which they could say to any of the cheerleaders which would make them into sex slaves again until the guys had satisfied themselves. Janice became Sandra's new sex slave and Sarah was content with her ongoing adventures with her Analyst. John left the school shortly after and returned to his office. He now had many ideas for other ventures and places he could set himself up for a period of time. "How was your field work?" asked his nurse, Alice. "Oh it was fine. Very constructive," said John as he disappeared into his office leaving his blonde big-breasted nurse sitting at her desk outside. John plopped down into his chair and thought about his recent experiment. It had been a lot more effective than he had expected. Thinking about it, he felt the familiar stirring in his crotch and he reached over for the intercom switch. "Alice, would you please come in here, there's something I want to talk to you about." Copyright Victor Ramierez 1998 lovecannibal@hotmail.com

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Pan

Mail Call

"Mail call!" cried my roommate John, "looks like you've got a package from your hometown honey." "Let me see that." I tossed the book I was reading onto the desk and swung the swivel chair around in time to catch a fat mailing envelope. I beamed. "I tell you it can't last," said John, "I've never heard of anyone staying involved with their high school girlfriends longer than the first semester." "We'll last." "I'm sure that's what they all say. Hell, Tom, she's just 16!" "Seventeen next week," I corrected. "You're going to find the older women on campus a bit more interesting," he insisted. "Alice is interesting," I said simply. By this time I had gotten the package open in time to find a short note and a video tape. I started reading the letter. "Gotta go to lab," said John, "back later." "Right." Now where was I? Tom, In this high-tech day and age, I thought I would send you a tape instead of a letter for a change. However, I must warn you: the last 20 minutes are X-rated. Please use discretion when viewing it. Love, Alice I lifted my eyebrows. Alice was a sexy, uninhibited girl. Although I was her first lover, she had been fairly knowledgeable about sex when I met her. "I've read books," she once told me, "and I've explored my body. I know what feels good for me." Together she and I learned how good partner sex could be. I could only imagine what she had done. I shoved the tape into the machine. In a few moments, the familiar sight of Alice filled the screen. She was beautiful. Her long, dark blond hair framed her slate-colored eyes. I had almost forgotten how sexy she was. She was standing in the street in front of her house. The cool autumn wind was blowing leaves in the background, and she had her hands in her coat pocket. "Hi, Tom!" she began cheerfully, "I hope this works out okay. Lisa is helping me... here, give me that..." She reached toward the camera. Suddenly, the view jumped and twisted in a wild vortex: grass, road, sky, Lisa. "Hi, Tom," she said, waving, "I'm the camera woman." More sky, road, feet, grass, back to Alice. "As you can see," she continued, "we're not too professional. But I don't think that matters too much under the circumstances." The tape was great. We walked down the street a bit while Alice talked about some of the things that had been going on. As we walked, the camera panned about so that I could see that everything looked more or less as I had left it. I would have preferred more footage of my girlfriend. "I guess that's about all I have to say for now," Alice was saying, "stay tuned, however, for the second feature." She smiled. There was a blank spot on the tape, and then a new scene came up. This time it was Alice's bedroom. It seemed to be night; the lighting was definitely from incandescent lamps. I sighed in anticipation. The camera was focused over the main section of the room. No one was in view. After a few moments, Alice came in from the right. She was wearing her nightgown. Her hair was let down, and her eyes were shining. "If you haven't read the note that came with this tape," she said, kneeling close to the camera, "you may want to do so now. Don't continue until you have." I pressed the pause button on the VCR and consulted my roommate's schedule. He was in physics lab. That lab took hours. No problem. I locked the door. It was common to get unwelcome guests barraging in like they owned the place. I returned to the tape. Alice waited for a few seconds. Then she stood up and walked to the center of the field of view. The camera did not move --- like it was on a tripod --- but the field of view was such that she was framed nicely as she stood. She smiled and winked at me (or rather the camera) and then she spun on her heels so that her back was turned to me. She cocked her head back slightly and shook her hair. Then she looked down, and I could see her elbows move as she undid the knot in her gown. I was starting to get an erection. This was good. Slowly, she let the gown slip from her shoulders. Inch by inch, it exposed her back --- a back undisturbed by a bra strap. The gown slipped by her waist and over her buttocks. White bikini underwear accentuated the firmness of her ass. Finally, the gown slid off her arms and into an inconsequential pile on the rug. She looked exquisite. She paused for a moment. However, instead of turning (as I hoped), she pivoted on her heels slightly and brought her hands to her waist. She began stroking her sides. My cock was very erect. Up and down her sides she touched herself, letting her hips jut first to one side and then to the other. I could hear her breathing deeply and smoothly. After a few moments, her hands moved up the front of her body --- I had only her elbows to watch. Her hands stopped at the level of her breasts. Her head moved to look at them for a moment. Then she turned her head slightly, and I could see that her eyes were closed. "Ohhh," she moaned softly. I shifted in my seat. This was very good. Her hands began moving more quickly. She massaged her breasts, slid her hands down her torso, and ran them inside her underwear to knead her buttocks. She rose up on her toes and arched her back. "Mmmmm," she purred. I wished I was there. She kneaded her ass for several moments. As she did, she rocked her upper torso in a slow circle that caused her hair to slide back and forth across her back. She knew I liked her hair. Occasionally, I could get a glimpse of one of her breasts when her body tilted toward the camera. Once I even imagined that I saw her left nipple. I shifted in my seat a little as if that would get me a better view. Her motions slowed. With a graceful sweep, she slid her underwear down her legs and onto the floor. She casually kicked them away, leaving me with the sight of her beautiful naked buttocks. She was gorgeous. She slid her right hand downward into her crotch. She placed her other hand against the wall in front of her for support. God, was it erotic! She spread her legs slightly by bending her knees. She rested her head against her arm near the shoulder. "Oh," she said softly. I watched her right arm move slowly back and forth. Soon, her hips were moving with the same rhythm. She was breathless. "Oh, oh, oh." She started rocking on her toes. She rolled her head. Her whole body was undulating with the same slow rhythm as the arm that was nestled between her legs. "Oh, oh, oh." Suddenly, she moved forward a couple of steps and leaned more fully against the wall. She spread her legs a little wider, and she cocked her buttocks upward slightly. I was just able to see her labia and the opening of her vagina. I could also see the tips of her fingers as she massaged her clit. It was wild. Incredibly wild. The pace of her stroking quickened. Her breathing grew more frantic. Gradually, she slid down the wall into a kneeling position on the floor. Sitting up straighter, she began to masturbate vigorously. She brought both hands into the act, and soon her whole body was riding them with great abandon. I could see a film of sweat forming on her back. I was amazed. I wondered if this was the way she usually masturbated. "Oh God," I heard her gasp between pants. "Oh God." Suddenly, her pace slowed to almost a standstill. She took one arm out of her crotch and put it against the wall. "Oh, Tom," she said as she leaned her head against her arm, "Oh, Tom! I'm going to come!" "Unnnnnnnnnnggghhhh!!" Her body hardly moved during her orgasm. Her feet lifted off the floor slightly, and her toes curled. I could see the muscles in her buttocks tense. She crooned softly for several seconds. Then, with a long exhale, she started to relax. I was breathless. The whole scene would have been unbelievably erotic regardless. But the fact that she was my girlfriend and that she went to some trouble to prepare such a tape for me. It touched me in both the heart and the groin. She rested for several more seconds before turning around to sit against the wall. For the first time on the tape, I was able to see her breasts and her triangular patch of pubic hair. God, did I want to fuck her! She looked serene, however. She smiled at me. "So what did you think?" she asked, "Did you like it?She took a cloth down from the table and started to swab herself down. After a moment, she paused and looked into the camera again. "Send me one of you?" "What?" I said in surprise to the TV. "Well," she said as she put the cloth on the floor and reached to the table again, "think it over." She smiled and added, "I love you." She pointed a remote control at me, and the screen turned to static.

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Caryn

"Mmmmm. Oh, Terry! Ahhhhh...." Kris shuddered with pleasure as Terry slipped her fingers into Kris' panties and tenderly stroked the girl's mons. Terry brought her other hand quickly to Kris' mouth to muffle the girl's gasps and groans as her fingers gently caressed the sensitive skin of the girl's labia and the fleshy folds of her vulva. Terry never ceased to be amazed at how sensitive and responsive her young friend was to her touch. Even here, in the middle of Tucson's busiest mall, surrounded by hundreds of busy people, Kris was focused completely on the gentle ministrations of Terry's fingers as they stroked and caressed her genitalia. If the shoppers in the mall had slowed long enough to notice the woman and girl sitting close together on the bench, they would have seen nothing too unusual. The woman looked to be in her early thirties, with dark hair cut in a wedge style. She was wearing a stylish short business skirt and an expensive leather jacket. She was an attractive woman, with bright, wide-set eyes, full lips, and a pleasantly oval face. The girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen, seemed to be too old to be the woman's daughter. She had blonde hair tied into two tresses that cascaded past her shoulders. And she had a beauty that radiated outwards from her on all frequencies. She was beautiful as only a young girl can be, when she is at that indeterminate, post-pubescent, pre-adolescent age. As Bob Seger would say, she had the looks that could open doors with just a smile. It was more difficult to see the short denim miniskirt that she was wearing, because of the large Macy's advertising circular that was spread out on her lap. Perhaps she was the woman's kid sister, or her niece. The two were obviously close friends, if not actually related, judging by the way they huddled together on the bench, the woman with an arm across the girl's shoulders, their heads close together as they gazed at the circular on the girl's lap. "Shh, sweetheart. I know the chance of discovery makes it all the more exciting, but let's not press our luck, ok?" Terry took her hand from Kris' mouth and let it fall onto the girl's chest. She cupped the girl's breast briefly in the palm of her hand, squeezing it gently before bringing her hand back up to the girl's shoulder. "Now, spread your legs a little, Kris, so I can get my hand all the way into your panties. I think you are wet enough now. Mmm, that's it baby." Terry, feeling Kris' precoital lubrication beginning to flow, slipped her hand deeper into Kris' panties. Gently, she eased her middle finger past the teen's labia and penetrated her vagina, inserting her finger as deeply as she could. She felt Kris shudder, the vaginal muscles instinctively clamping around her finger. Terry flexed her wrist slightly, bringing her finger up against the ventral surface of the girl's vaginal cleft. She found Kris' clitoris and slowly rubbed it with her finger, sliding the length of her finger back and forth over it. Kris came almost immediately, a series of small orgasms that would crescendo to a mind-bending climax if Terry continued the stimulation. But Terry knew there was a finite limit to her friend's self-control. And the middle of the mall was not a good place to test that limit. As Kris began to fidget, and then to writhe her hips in a steadily increasing rhythm, Terry slipped her finger free of the girl's vagina, and gently tugged her panties back into place. She gave her mons a reluctant final caress. She brought her hand to her face, and inhaled the heady aroma of Kris' little girl muskiness. She brought the finger to her lips, and felt her own body respond to the remembered salty sweetness. She licked Kris' lubrication fluid from her finger and then turned to regard the young girl. Kris gazed steadily at her, and said, "Ahh, Terry, this is incredible. All those people, and they didn't even know. I was frightened and aroused at the same time. Weird, but not unpleasant. And you were right, about the way the sensation, the pleasure, seems to intensify." She paused for a moment, lost in thought. "I feel so, so...." She stopped, shivered and smiled slowly up at Terry. "I think I finally understand what my brother meant about all the sexually repressed half-humans around us, and why he warned me against doing stuff like this." Terry arched an eyebrow. "It was something my brother told me once. When I was trying to figure out how to tell you how much I wanted you to caress me again. He told me that if I had sex with you, I'd probably want to show it off somehow in public. He was more worried about the legal ramifications, than the social ones, though. He told me to be careful. I think we are being careful enough." Kris moved the circular off her lap, onto Terry's. She smoothed down the hem of her mini, and decorously crossed her legs. Still smiling, she said, "Mmm, now it's your turn. Ready?" "I hope you never understand anything that even remotely includes the concept of sexual repression, Kris. You are all innocence and curiosity. I hope you hang on to your innocence forever, sweetheart. And no, I'm not ready yet." As much as she wanted to be on the receiving end, Terry declined. This was the first time she had had public sex with Kris, but not the first time she had ever done it. Her first female lover, Lisa, had convinced her to give it a try. She'd been a little shocked at the suggestion, but Lisa had been very persistent. When she finally acquiesced, she had been very apprehensive, but that just seemed to make her orgasm, when it happened, that much more intense. Kris, on the other hand, was enthusiastic from the start. She shook her head and said, "Let's get that present for Caryn, instead, and you can owe me one when we get home. The fact is, sweetheart, I want to taste you on my tongue. I can't do that here -- I almost want to drag you out to the parking lot and do you in the Pathfinder. But I firmly believe that the patient are always rewarded. I can wait till we get home. Can you?" Kris nodded happily. Then, with a speculative look, she said, "What's wrong with the Pathfinder? It has a big cargo area, and we can pull the curtains...?" "Tease. C'mon, let's get to the store while I can still think straight. Do you know exactly what you want to get?" "Yep. It is really erotic. Too erotic for a fourteen-year-old to buy for another fourteen-year-old, I think. Thanks for helping me with this subterfuge." "Hey, I told you I'd help you out anyway possible if you wanted to become intimate with your friend Caryn. I think she is a very pretty girl, with a very sharp mind. I think she just pretends to be shallow and vacant so she won't scare the boys away." "I know, and thanks again. I think I love Caryn. As a friend. And I want it to be more. I want it to be like what we have." She took Terry by the hand and looked steadily at her. "I want her to feel the same way I feel, when you are touching me, and caressing me. I want her to feel the same pleasure that you give me." "Oh my, Kris. I think I just came. When was the last time I told you that I love you, very, very, much?" "Oh, about ten seconds ago, when you told me you wanted to drag me out to the parking lot and do me in your Pathfinder." Terry laughed. "I think that was more lust than love...pure, unadulterated lust at that. There is a difference, you know." "I know. And I would know the difference. And I know you love me, and not just because you like to have sex with me. I can feel it in the way you touch me, and I can still feel it when you are a hundred miles away." I think she would know it, Terry thought. What a treasure you are, Kris. She leaned down and brushed her lips against the girl's cheek. "Just wait till I get you home. Now, before I really do drag you out to the parking lot, let's go.Hand in hand, Terry and Kris strolled through the mall, making their way steadily towards the Victoria's Secret outlet. Once at the store, Terry asked for a catalog and browsed through it. Kris stood outside the store near one of the display cases and watched her through the glass of the case. Terry stood with the catalog held up and out, as if trying to get more light. Kris could see each page. Terry browsed through it, keeping an eye on Kris. Kris waited until she saw what she wanted and quickly nodded. Terry slid her finger down the page until she saw Kris nod again. Terry gave out a low whistle. Hmmm, I like it, she thought. It was a very brief, very erotic bit of lingerie. The model seemed to be clad in a close-fitting cloud of pink fog. The top hung from her shoulders on two very thin straps, and it was secured across her breasts with a single tie. The panties were a brief triangular cloud clinging intimately to her hips. As any sexually aware woman would know, Terry knew that the most erotic lingerie always leaves something to the imagination. It should conceal as enticingly as it reveals. Terry tried to imagine what Kris' friend Caryn would look like in it and felt her knees get weak. Oh, I wish I could wear something like that, she thought. But you really have to be anorexic to look good in something like that. Or fourteen years old. Terry took the catalog over to the clerk. For some reason, Terry found herself somewhat embarrassed as she showed the picture to the clerk. The clerk pretended not to notice Terry's momentary discomfiture and asked Terry what her size was. Terry said, "Thank you for that vote of confidence, but I can't wear this, though I wish I could. It's for my friend, who is much more petite than I am." The clerk nodded, saying, "Oh, I don't know. I think you'd look ok. But you're right. This really belongs on a very petite woman. Do you know your friend's size?" Terry said, "She's a three." The clerk disappeared into the rear of the store and reappeared very quickly. "Would you like it gift wrapped? You get a free deluxe wrap at That's a Wrap with any purchase over $75." "Oh, yes. Thanks." "Cash, check, or charge, then?" Terry handed her AmEx to the clerk. The clerk rung up the sale, gave the card back to Terry, and then called another clerk over. "Amanda, take this over to That's a Wrap." Turning back to Terry, she asked, "Christmas, right? Or is it a wedding or birthday gift?" "Christmas. But that's ok, I can take it there myself. Thank you anyway." "Oh, certainly. Here. Just show them your receipt, Ms. Reynolds. Happy holidays!" Terry left the boutique, and Kris joined her. Hand in hand again, they walked towards the gift-wrap boutique. At the boutique, they had to stand in line for service. After finally getting to the service window, they were told it would be about an hour wait. Kris giggled as they walked out of the boutique. "Where shall we wait? In the Pathfinder, maybe?" "Don't tempt me. C'mon, I'll buy you a Coke while we wait." At the Food Court, they got their drinks, found an unoccupied table, and sat down. Kris periodically got up to go check with the boutique for their package. Two Cokes, a plate of nachos, and three-quarters of an hour later, the gift was wrapped and ready for pick up. Terry claimed the gift, and they left the mall for the parking lot. As soon as they were in the Pathfinder, Terry leaned over towards Kris, slid her hand under Kris' skirt, cupped her mons, and squeezed it gently. Kris spread her thighs and sighed happily. Terry caressed the girl for several moments through her panties and then slipped her hand back out from under her skirt. "That is for being so patient back there. I can hardly wait to get you home." Kris caught Terry's hand and held it against her pubis. "Can you drive with one hand?" "Oh. Mmmm. But let me get out of the parking lot first, ok? Put your feet up on the seat, and pull your panties down for me while I get us out of here." Kris happily complied, slipping her panties down around her thighs. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she placed her feet on the edge of the seat. Terry maneuvered the Nissan out of the mall parking lot and onto the boulevard. Reaching over to Kris, she lifted the hem of Kris' denim mini-skirt and gently cupped her mons in the palm of her hand. She frictioned her hand across the sensitive tissue of Kris' labia. By the time they reached Terry's house, Kris was flowing with pre-coital lubrication. Terry parked the Nissan and pulled Kris' panties back into place. Kris smoothed her skirt down. They both walked quickly to the house. As soon as they walked in the front door, Terry took Kris by the hand and led her into the living room. Terry threw several bolsters and cushions from the sofa and loveseat onto the floor in front of the fireplace. Growing more excited by the second, she quickly undressed Kris, removing her skirt, blouse, and bra, barely managing not to break any zippers or pop any buttons in her mounting passion. Taking a large cylindrical bolster and a smaller rectangular cushion, she had Kris lay down, slipping the bolster under her hips and the cushion under her neck and shoulders to support her head. Kris' pelvis was now raised several inches in the air. Her mons swelled against her panties, the curves of her labia delineated by the taut material. Terry knelt on the floor next to Kris. Reaching forward, she slipped the girl's panties down until they were resting across the middle of her thighs. With her back arched by the bolster under her hips, Kris spread her thighs, stretching the panties to their elastic limit. Terry gazed for several seconds at Kris' deliciously exposed pudenda. Reaching down with her hand to the girl's mons, she gently spread her labia apart with two fingers. The girl's vaginal cleft gleamed with moisture. Leaning forward, she extended her tongue and slipped it between her parted labia and thrust it as deep as she could into the girl's vagina. Terry sighed as she gently probed Kris' vagina with the tip of her tongue. Kris was lubricating freely, so Terry gently ran her tongue along Kris' labia and mons, delighting in the girl's delicious flavor. Kris began to come, sending a fountain of precoital lubrication geysering across Terry's tongue. Terry continued to caress the young girl's mons, labia, and vagina with her tongue for several minutes. She felt Kris come several times. She was mildly surprised at the length and duration of the girl's climaxes, since she had not touched the girl's clitoris. At length, Kris sighed heavily, rolled onto her side, and gazed at Terry through half-closed eyelids. "Mmmm. I don't know what you did, but that was one of the best ever. Like the first time you did me, but different, somehow. Thank you. Now, it is your turn. I owe you two." Kris raised herself to a kneeling position in front of the still-kneeling Terry. She quickly unbuttoned Terry's blouse and then unhooked the front closure of Terry's bra. Kris knew that Terry's breasts were the most erogenous zone on her body and knew that Terry really enjoyed having Kris suckle them. Kris leaned close to Terry and took a nipple between her lips. She fluttered her tongue rapidly over the nipple, flicking it up and down, and side to side. She raised Terry's skirt up around her waist and then slipped both of her hands into Terry's panties. Terry was soaking wet, so Kris slipped two fingers of her right hand deep into Terry's vagina, while her left stroked and caressed Terry's labia. She quickly found Terry's clitoris and began to caress it with her fingertips. She brought her left hand back up to Terry's other breast and began to gently caress the nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. Terry was quickly overwhelmed with the sensations pouring into her brain from her breasts and vagina. Her orgasm rocketed through her mind in an intense, prolonged burst of pleasure. As Terry's orgasm attenuated, Kris slipped two fingers into her own vagina, coating them with her moisture. She then brought her fingers to Terry's lips. Terry could smell Kris' muskiness and eagerly took the proffered fingers into her mouth. Kris slid her fingers in and out of Terry's mouth as Terry eagerly sucked at them. As Kris' salty tang flooded over her tongue, Terry felt another orgasm swirl to engulf her. "Oh, mmm, you taste so good. How did you know I wanted to taste you again, right at that moment?" Terry's first female lover, Lisa, had had the same talent; a seeming ability to know what Terry was thinking and feeling as they made love. "I...well, I just thought that was what you wanted. I just felt like it was what I should do to make you happy. I just want you to feel as wonderful as I do when I'm with you, and it seemed like the right thing to do." Kris shrugged. "I sometimes think I can read your mind, especially when one of us is coming." Terry encircled the young girl with her arms and pulled her close. She gazed down at the young girl as she leaned back, pulling Kris into her lap. You are a jewel, Kris, she thought to herself. Priceless beyond compare. Kris snuggled against Terry, her back resting against Terry's breasts, her legs, still bound by her panties, resting over and across Terry's. Terry reached down to where Kris' panties still clung halfway down the girl's thighs and slipped one of her legs free, leaving the panties bunched around her other leg. Now, as they lay together on the floor of Terry's living room in front of the fireplace, Terry reached around Kris and eased the girl's thighs apart. Then, gently, she inserted two fingers into the girl's vagina.Kris twisted her upper body to the side and gently nuzzled Terry's nipples with her tongue and lips. The woman and the girl were both sated now and were just caressing each other for the sake of the intimate physical contact. Kris enjoyed this post-coital intimacy as much as the passion of the sex itself. Right now, with Terry's fingers gently probing her vagina, she didn't feel any urgency at all. Cradled in Terry's arms, she felt safe and happy. And it was this intimacy that she wanted to share so much with Caryn. Kris closed her eyes and thought about Caryn. Kris had wanted to get intimate with Caryn since the summer, when Terry and Kris had first made love to each other. Kris, who'd never actively pursued a boy, much less a girl, just didn't know how to let her best friend know that she wanted to make love to her. But with Terry's help, she'd finally come up with a way to let Caryn know how she felt. The problem, Kris reflected, was not so much in letting her know how she felt, but in managing whatever reaction Caryn would have when Kris made her desire known. After discussing the situation with Terry, she'd come up with a two-step plan, involving a gentle hint followed by an opportunity to explore that hint. Granted, the lingerie she'd just bought for Caryn was a not very subtle hint. In fact, it might just be a little too obvious. But Kris wanted to provoke a reaction. So the Christmas gift of lingerie was step one. Step two was providing a situation where Kris and Caryn could be alone together and explore Caryn's reaction. Terry solved that by suggesting that Kris housesit for her the next time she was out of town on business. Kris would naturally invite her best friend to keep her company while she was housesitting. Now, with Christmas only a week away, step one of the plan was almost complete. Kris opened her eyes and looked up at Terry. "Oh, I really love this. Thank you so much. Will you do me one more time before I go home?" "Of course, sweetheart. With my tongue?" "Oh, I don't want you to let go of me. With just your fingers, please?" Kris settled back against Terry, spreading her legs even wider in anticipation. Terry smiled and tightened her arms around the little girl in a hug. She placed her free hand on Kris' chest and closed it around one of Kris' small but deliciously firm and prominent breasts. She felt the nipple erect almost immediately against her palm. Terry quickly found Kris' clitoris with her fingers and lightly pinched it. Kris responded immediately, thrusting her hips upwards. Terry finished what she had started in the mall, her fingers alternately pinching and then sliding against the girl's clitoris. Kris came in a crescendoing series of climaxes, each one more intense than the one before. At length, Terry felt Kris go rigid, her vaginal muscles clamping down tightly on Terry's fingers. Terry waited for the orgasm to run its course and then gently removed her fingers from the little girl. Kris sighed heavily and then rolled off Terry's lap. "Mmmm. Oh Terry! I wish I could stay." Kris reluctantly started to gather up her clothes. Terry got up and went into her bedroom and got out of her clothes. Putting on a robe, she returned to the living room. Kris was already dressed and waiting by the front door. "Have a happy Christmas, Kris. Give me a kiss, and I'll see you in a few days, alright?" Kris smiled and kissed Terry goodbye. Reluctantly, she opened the door, not wanting to leave. As she stepped outside, she said, "When does Carrie come home? Is she still in Vancouver?" "Yes, and she'll be going straight back to the academy from there, so she won't be coming home until March. You'll have all the privacy you need for Caryn." Knowing Kris was reluctant to leave, and admitting that she was reluctant to see her go herself, she said gently, "I'll see you soon, sweetheart. If you happen to hear from those two remarkable brothers of yours, please give them my best." "Ok, I will. Bye, and happy Christmas, Terry. I love you." "I love you too, little one." Kris bicycled over to Caryn's house several days before Christmas and presented her with the gift. Caryn had a gift waiting for Kris. The girls talked about their plans for the Christmas vacation, which centered mainly on the book reports they both had to write during this vacation. Kris was doing yet another book report on a novel by Robert Heinlein, and was still trying to convince Caryn to read him. Caryn, who'd summed up her one experience with Heinlein in three words, was still refusing to read anymore "pseudo-pornographic elitist nonsense," and was doing her report on the new David Brin Uplift trilogy, of which she'd read the first two novels. "It has adventure, and a plot I really dig," she told Kris as they sat together in Caryn's bedroom on her bed. "Yeah, I've been meaning to read that. Does it have any good sex in it?" Kris asked with a comical leer at Caryn. "Yeah, it has sex, but not with humans. Or, at least, not much with humans." "Mmm, sounds kinda kinky. And you consider Heinlein pornographic? Hmm, you must have some interesting ideas on sexuality..." Kris paused, wondering if Caryn would shy away from the subject of sex once again, like she usually did when it came up. And, as per normal, Caryn didn't respond to Kris' conversational gambit. Kris sighed, thinking I hope I don't blow it with her. If Caryn rejects me, what will I do? Live with it, I guess. Kris changed the subject. The two teens chatted on, until Kris had to go home for dinner. The days until Christmas passed slowly for Kris. Her older brothers each came to Tucson for the holidays, which helped make the waiting more fun. She was delirious about both her brothers, and treasured every moment she got to spend with them. Her brother Sean, an Air Force pilot, could stay for only a few days. He was enroute to a new duty station and managed to wangle a few travel days to stop by and say hello to his parents and sister. Her other brother, Jason, was well on his way to making a modest fortune with the ISP that he founded in San Francisco. He flew into town for the holidays in his new corporate turbo-prop, which Sean immediately demanded a check ride in. They took Kris along, and at her request, her friend Terry. While the two brothers flew the plane, Terry and Kris cuddled in the cabin, hands and fingers dancing across each other's bodies. By the time they landed, Terry and Kris were both flushed and giggling. They politely refused Jason's invitation to dinner, claiming other plans. The woman and the girl drove from the airport straight back to Terry's house. Once in the house, Kris made a detour into the kitchen to call her parents and tell them she was going to have dinner with Terry. Terry disappeared upstairs. Kris found Terry in her bedroom, already nearly undressed. Kris quickly slipped out of her skirt, blouse and bra. She knew Terry liked to remove her panties herself, so she left them on and climbed into the bed with Terry. Almost instinctively, they arranged themselves in a 69. Kris felt Terry pull her panties down around her thighs, and then felt Terry's tongue eagerly probing her vagina. Kris buried her own face against Terry's mons, using her fingers to part Terry's labia. She quickly located Terry's clitoris and eagerly began to flick it with the tip of her tongue. Almost simultaneously, she felt her own clitoris encircled by Terry's tongue. Together, the girl and the woman climaxed, two distinct entities, but linked to each other via the pleasure they shared. Now, they shifted out of the 69, arranging themselves face to face, Kris lying on top of Terry. Terry slid her hands down Kris' body, tracing her spine with her fingertips, pausing to caress the round globes of her pert bottom. Gently, Terry penetrated Kris from the rear, her fingers probing softly inside the girl's vagina. Kris began to thrust her pelvis against Terry, as Terry probed even deeper into Kris with her fingers. Kris captured one of Terry's nipples in her mouth and began to suckle. Reaching down between their bodies, Kris inserted two fingers into Terry's vagina. The girl and the woman quickly came again. Next, Terry slipped her little finger into Kris' vagina and covered it with lubricant. Then she had Kris get on her hands and knees. Slowly, Terry brought her little finger against Kris' anus and applied pressure until the sphincter relaxed. Kris gasped as she felt Terry's finger enter her rectum. With her other hand, Terry again penetrated Kris from behind, quickly finding her clitoris. As she gently pinched her clitoris, she forced her little finger deeper into the girl's rectal canal. Kris came quickly, in one long, convulsive spasm. Terry slid her fingers out of the girl and then wrapped her arms around her and hugged her close. Terry lay down on her side, and Kris spooned against her. Terry ran her hands lightly across Kris' small breasts, caressing them with her palms, tugging on their rigidly erect nipples with her fingers. Terry felt Kris sigh and snuggle even closer. She slipped one hand down to the girl's stomach, probing her navel with her forefinger. She continued downward, until the tips of her fingers were just touching Kris' vaginal cleft. Lightly, she ran her fingers along the slit, applying pressure slowly, until Kris' labia parted. Gently, Terry penetrated Kris's vagina, first with one, then two fingers. They lay together like this for a long time. Every few minutes, Terry would lightly caress the girl's clitoris, bringing Kris to a gentle climax. Eventually, they fell asleep, Terry cupping Kris' mons in her palm, two fingers still buried deeply inside the girl's vagina. Much later, as they showered together, Terry asked Kris about Caryn."I'm going to be out of town from the 27th until maybe after New Year's. Are you ready for step two of the plan?" Terry was kneeling in front of a standing Kris, soaping the girl's thighs and calves. Kris nodded, lifting her leg and resting it on Terry's shoulder as Terry began to soap the inside of her thighs. "I think I'm ready." She paused and then said, "Would you mind giving me a douche? I want to be very fresh for Caryn, if it works out that way." "Of course, dear. Can you reach the medicine cabinet? The applicator's already been sterilized." Kris, balancing on one leg, reached past the shower curtain and into the mirrored cabinet on the wall. She quickly retrieved the bottle, applicator, and a packet of Summer's Eve. She handed them to Terry, who quickly prepared the douche. She brought the applicator tip to Kris' vagina and said, "Okay, are you ready? Here it comes." Terry gently slipped the tip of the applicator past Kris' labia and squeezed the bottle. Kris felt the spray erupt inside her. Terry waited for the spent douche to trickle out of Kris, and then squeezed the bottle again. Again the spray geysered inside Kris. Kris enjoyed this intimate, personal service as much as Terry enjoyed providing it. When the bottle was empty, Terry leaned forward and gave Kris' labia a quick kiss, saying, "There, sweetheart. How's that?" "Oh, it always feels good when you douche me. You are so gentle. Thank you. I feel all tingly inside." "Well, we better get out of here and get dressed, or you are going to need another one real quick." Kris laughed as they both stepped from the shower. Terry threw on a robe, and Kris slipped into her clothes. Kris said goodbye and walked home. The day after Christmas, Kris got the call she was expecting from Caryn. "Kris? Oh my god. Thank you for the babydoll! It's too much! But I don't dare wear it around here! My parents would probably disown me. It's a good thing I didn't open it in front of everybody else!" "Oh, how did you manage that?" "We always open one present on Christmas Eve. I just happened to choose yours. I took it into my bedroom to open it. Gosh, Kris, it is so sexy. But I don't know how I'm even going to try it on. I'd be mortified if my folks or one of my brothers saw me in it." "Yeah? Well, I'm glad you like it. Look, if you want to wear it, I might have a plan. I'm house sitting for Terry starting tomorrow night. Why don't you come over, and we'll rent some movies or something, and you can model it for me. I kinda actually want to see you in it. Would that work for you?" "Oh yes! Wonderful! What time?" "Terry is leaving for the airport at 6:30. So anytime after that. How's seven sound?" "Great. I can hardly wait. Thanks again. See ya'!" Hmm, thought Kris. I don't think she suspects any ulterior motive. Ah well, let's see what happens. Promptly at seven the next day, Kris heard Terry's doorbell ring. Well, here we go, she thought. The evening progressed rapidly. They watched TV, called several friends, and played computer games on Terry's PC. Kris seemed more acutely aware of Caryn than usual. Each gesture she made, each toss of her head, or shrug of her shoulders seemed to arouse Kris. As they sat side by side in front of the PC, Kris could barely concentrate on the game when it was her turn at the keyboard. Caryn's close proximity was all she could think about. When she saw Caryn yawn, she decided it was time. Reaching across Caryn, she grabbed the mouse and closed the window on the game. "Enough. Let's go light a fire, and call it an evening." Caryn yawned again. "Hmm. Okay. I'm a little sleepy, but I'm not quite ready for bed yet. But I think I will go put on my new babydoll. Back in a minute." In the living room, Kris knelt in front of the fireplace and leaned down to blow into the embers. Soon, the fire blazed up, crackling cheerfully. Kris began to make her own preparations for bed. As she undressed, she reached into her overnighter, she pulled out her "pajamas" -- a tee shirt cropped one centimeter beneath her breasts and a very brief pair of panties. She slipped the tee shirt on and stepped into the panties, and then went into the kitchen and started steaming milk for some hot cocoa. Caryn seemed to be taking her time changing. Kris finished making the cocoa and brought both mugs out into the living room, along with a bag of marshmallows. She curled up in front of the fireplace and waited for Caryn. While Kris went downstairs, Caryn walked to the master bedroom and undressed. She put on the babydoll and then looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall. She liked what she saw. The panties were a thin triangular wedge of pink that didn't quite conceal the gentle swells of her pudenda. Caryn took a deep breath, and the two sides of her top parted slightly, the soft curves of the lower halves of her breasts revealed in the gap, the soft satin of the top gliding against her nipples. Reaching up, she caressed her breasts through the thin material, delighted at the sensation. Almost without thinking, she slid one hand down towards her panties. Her fingers had slipped under the waistband and were gently rubbing against her labia before Caryn realized she was masturbating. Shocked, she quickly withdrew her hand. Summoning her composure, she walked briskly towards the door. But she hesitated with her hand on the door. She was suddenly acutely aware of how much of her body was revealed by the babydoll. The top only veiled her breasts, and the panties were briefer than any she'd ever worn before. What am I afraid of, she wondered. Kris has seen me naked hundreds of times. Go on out there. She found Kris in the living room. She struck a Playboy-esque pose by the mantelpiece, one leg forward and slightly bent, with one hand on her hip, the other holding her red hair in a pile on the top of her head. "Well? Think I could be a centerfold in Playboy?" Kris looked up and gasped. As casually as she could, she took a sip from her mug of cocoa and tried to collect her thoughts. Incredible. Kris felt her nipples crinkle against her crop-top. "Oh, wow. Definite centerfold material. All you need is a staple in your navel, and you would be set. Do you feel as sexy as you look?" Caryn blushed. Caryn felt very aroused, and marveled at the feeling. The only time she'd ever felt this aroused was late at night in her bedroom, when she masturbated. With a shock, she realized that she wanted to go back upstairs and finish what she'd started. Geesh. Get a grip, girl. She nodded quickly, then dropped her pose and walked over to her friend. Turning to Caryn, Kris said, "Throw some cushions down here. And get the lights." Caryn pulled several cushions from the sofa and love seat, and dumped them in a heap next to Kris. Kris began to spread them around in front of the fireplace, as Caryn went around the room, extinguishing the lights. Kris and Caryn sat side by side in front of the fire. They talked and laughed, two close friends celebrating their friendship. Their conversation moved from topic to topic. The topics were always the same, school, music, movies, boys, books, parents, siblings, religion -- life in general. But their substance always changed. The arousal she'd felt when she first put on the babydoll had plateaued, and Caryn was able to concentrate on their talk. Occasionally, though, she'd open her mind to her arousal, and then she'd lose the thread. Once, she even drifted so far that she discovered she was slowly stroking her mons through the thin satin of her panties. Surprised, she jerked her hand way from her lap, and then realized that in the flickering firelight, it was doubtful Kris had noticed. She sat up suddenly, realizing that Kris had just asked her about the gift. Caryn sat up, cross-legged on the cushions. She took a sip of her cocoa and said, "Thank you for the nightie, Kris. I love it." Kris took a sip of her cocoa and said, "Well, I'm glad. You look sexy, Caryn. Remember that black string bikini you gave me this summer? Now I know how Terry felt when she first saw me in it. It really turned her on." "Hmm. As I remember, you did look truly sexy. Uh, Kris, now that you've brought it up, I've been meaning to ask you about that...wasn't it kind of weird having another woman tell you that you look sexy?" "No. I just told you that you look sexy. Do you feel weird now?" Caryn shook her head. "Not weird, but I do feel turned on." A pause. "I never told this to anyone before, but I can tell you. I was so turned on when I saw myself in the mirror upstairs, I almost started to masturbate." Liar. You *were* masturbating. "Hmm. I think I know what you mean. My brothers almost made me wear something different when I modeled that bikini for them. I know it definitely turned them on. And I know it turned Terry on." Caryn remembered having lunch with Terry and Kris at Terry's house, that day that Kris had worn the bikini. Kris had been the center of attention all morning at the pool, and Caryn had basked in the reflected glow. Caryn enjoyed attention, especially from the boys. "But you seemed more interested in staying with Terry after lunch." Kris laughed. "And you were anxious to get back to the pool and flirt some more with the boys." "Well, yeah, that's right. I was. So what happened after I left?" "I told her I was confused about the way I felt after I kissed you that day. Do you remember?" Caryn remembered. Kris had come to her, asking to borrow a black string bikini. Caryn had been rather surprised at this request, since Kris had steadfastly refused to play any of the flirtation games Caryn and her girlfriends indulged in at the community pool. Caryn had been more surprised at how sexy her best friend looked in it.Much to her consternation, Caryn realized that her surprise was tinged with jealousy and envy. Kris was her very best friend, and she didn't want anything to jeopardize their relationship. But then Kris had done something extraordinary. Kris had kissed her...softly and gently on the lips, and then thanked her for making her aware of her own femaleness. The girls had kissed each other before, hello and good-bye kisses, and even thank-you kisses, so why did this one feel different? And how come I didn't feel jealous anymore? And why did I kiss her, a few minutes later? Nodding her head, Caryn said, "I remember. And I remember how jealous I was at first, and how after you kissed me, I didn't feel jealous at all. But you told Terry that you were confused...?" Kris continued. "Yeah. I was confused. So I told Terry. Actually, I wanted to be kissed again, so I asked Terry to kiss me." She paused, trying to gauge Caryn's reaction. Kris searched her friend's face intently, but Caryn didn't respond outwardly, saying only, "Go on. What happened?" "She kissed me. And I kissed her." "Like with a boy?" "I wouldn't know...that's more your territory. But I enjoyed it. And so did she." Now Caryn was really curious. What did Terry have that any of a dozen boys who would die to kiss Kris didn't? "Hey, can I ask you something?" "Anything." "If you were confused, why didn't you ask me about it?" Kris nodded. "Because I didn't realize at the time that I could. Because I thought you'd think I was perverted or something." "I didn't think you were perverted. I was just glad I didn't feel jealous anymore. And if you will remember, I kissed you back, and not like a friend either. But it felt right. Were you really that confused by it? "Well yeah. But Terry helped me sort out my feelings." "How?" "By kissing me and telling me it was okay to demonstrate my affection like that." "Hmmm." Suddenly, Caryn realized that Kris was trying to tell her something. She gazed at Kris for a few seconds, and then said, "You two did more than just kiss, didn't you?" "Yes." Caryn thought about that. Ever since that day, Caryn had wondered about all the time Kris was spending with Terry. "Tell me about it...everything, ok?" Caryn could feel herself becoming aroused. Startled, she realized that whatever Kris and Terry had done, the idea was turning her on. Kris described what happened that day last summer in a matter-of-fact way. She skipped nothing, only blushing at the more intimate revelations. When she reached the part where she'd left Terry that first time, needing to think about what was happening, she stopped and looked inquiringly at her friend. Caryn was fascinated. Caryn found herself growing increasingly aroused as Kris related her story. Seeing Kris looking at her, she said, "Hmm. I think I would have done the same thing. But after that day, you started spending a lot of time with her. You obviously decided that it was something you wanted. What happened next?" Kris picked up her story from that Sunday morning, when she'd went to Terry's to finish what she and Terry had started. Caryn was hanging on every word. Kris described in intimate detail exactly how Terry had led her upstairs to the bedroom, and then undressed her, and then made love to her. She paused in her story, remembering the sensations. Unconsciously, she trailed one hand down her body as she was speaking. It slipped across her breasts, coming to rest as it reached her panties, the tips of her fingers just disappearing under the waistband. Caryn took this in, wondering if Kris was going to start to masturbate right in front of her. But the fingers remained motionless, and Caryn refocused on Kris' face. "The way she touched me, Caryn. So gentle. Her hands were touching me all over, and her mouth was on my breast. She took my nipple between her lips and sucked." Unconsciously, Kris began to caress her mons, her fingers sliding deeper into her panties in a circular motion. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, Kris stopped. She blushed all the way to her breasts. But Caryn's eyes were closed. Caryn had slipped her hand inside the babydoll's top, and Kris could see that she was lightly pinching her nipples. "Did my story really turn you on?" It was Caryn's turn to blush. Her eyes flew open, and she withdrew her hand quickly from under her top. Kris kept her fingers in her panties, lightly stroking her labia. "Yes, I'm really turned on right now, as you probably noticed." Embarrassed, but beginning to recover. Kris was her best friend. No secrets. "You should be...I got turned on telling you about it. What is wrong with being turned on?" "Kris! I don't know. Everybody from the minister to the principle to my parents think that being turned on is only supposed to happen when you want to make a baby." "Well, can I tell you something?" "Of course...?" "They are missing out on one of the best parts of being human." Caryn nodded. Kris was right. "Uh, you know, I'm so turned on, would you think me too weird if I wanted to go back upstairs and masturbate?" A small smile. "Do you think Terry would mind if I used her bed?" "No. I don't think it is weird at all. I feel like joining you. And why should Terry mind? We certainly used it." Startled, Caryn thought, oh yeah. What was I thinking? Kris realized that her moment had come. She moved next to Caryn. Caryn was sitting on a wide cushion Kris had taken from the sofa, bare feet towards the fire, leaning back against some more cushions propped up against the recliner behind her. Kris sat down facing Caryn, and then leaned to the side, legs extending towards the fire, her left shoulder supported by the same cushion that supported Caryn's head. Softly, Kris said, "What's wrong with right here?" She took Caryn's hand and guided it towards Caryn's panties. With a gentle pressure, she flattened Caryn's palm out over her panty-clad mons, and then slid it back and forth. Softly, she said, "I'd like to do it right now." Kris tugged the crotch of Caryn's panties to the side, and then slid her fingers along Caryn's exposed labia. She paused, and then suddenly slipped the panties back into place. Caryn was surprised at how calm she felt. Nobody had ever touched her like this before. Some boys had tried, and Caryn had adamantly refused their advances. But a girl? Kris? Marveling at the steadiness of her voice, she said calmly, "What did you do that? I mean, then you stopped." "I want us to share our bodies, the way we've always shared our thoughts. But it is up to you." Caryn looked at Kris, and was simultaneously aware of Kris' hand, poised lightly near her panties. She came to a decision. She said, "I think I want to, too. But take it slowly, ok?" "I will, Caryn. As slowly as you want it." She leaned over and kissed Caryn on the lips. She parted her lips slightly, silently inviting Caryn to reciprocate. She slipped her tongue across Caryn's lips, laving them with gentle flicks. Caryn reached up, and she thought Caryn was breaking off the kiss, but Caryn's fingers danced lightly across her lips, which increased her arousal enormously. After a few moments, Caryn let her recapture her mouth, and this time Caryn reciprocated, Caryn's tongue darting against hers, hesitantly at first, and then more firmly. Caryn had kissed lots of boys, open-mouthed and eager. But this was the first time she'd kissed a girl. The first thing she noticed was how much softer Kris' lips were than a boy's. In wonder, she broke the kiss long enough to reach up and caress her friend's lips with her fingers. She spent several moments marveling at how soft and yielding they were. When she took her fingers away at last, she parted her lips, eagerly responding to Kris' tacit invitation. Caryn felt her arousal grow as their tongues met and entwined. Though Kris was clearly in control of the kiss, Kris wasn't aggressive about it, like most of the boys in Caryn's experience. It was more like a dance, with Kris leading and Caryn eagerly following. Both girls finally had to come up for air. Caryn was the first to speak. "Kris! That was incredible! Let me catch my breath, and then please, kiss me again?" Kris smiled at Caryn. "Breath control is a good thing. Ready?" Caryn nodded and parted her lips in anticipation. This time, Caryn maneuvered herself until she was in the dominant position, with Kris relaxing her head against the cushion. Again, their tongues met. And once again, they stopped only to come up for air. As their lips separated, Kris said, "Mmm, I like kissing you. I knew I would. Are you ready for something a little beyond this?" Caryn hesitated for a fraction of second before nodding her head. Kris sensed the hesitation. "Or do want keep it right here? I don't want to push you...." Caryn was trying to sort out her feelings. Why are you doing this to me, Kris? And why do I not want you to stop? In answer, Caryn took the back of Kris' neck in her hand and pulled her down, mouth open and eyes closed. As their lips met and their tongues fenced, Kris slipped her hand beneath Caryn's top and took one of Caryn's nipples between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it from side to side. Kris could feel Caryn respond immediately, the nipple erecting as she gently tugged and pulled it. When it was firmly erect, Kris switched her attentions to the other nipple. Soon, both of Caryn's nipples were straining upwards against the soft satin. Once again, both girls surfaced for air. "Caryn?" Caryn opened her eyes at the sound of her name. Her breasts were tingling, and she was hyper-aware of her nipples as the soft satin of her top slid across them. She recognized the first stages of an orgasm beginning to drift through her body, and marveled at it.Kissing was one thing. But she'd never let a boy, much less a girl, go this far. Absently, she caressed her breasts. "But I never knew it would feel like this." She looked at Kris. "I want to take your top off, Caryn. Is that ok?" She crossed her arms behind her head and closed her eyes. She whispered, "Ok," and waited for her friend's touch at her breasts. Kris began to untie the single pair of laces that bound the top closed across Caryn's breasts. Caryn was breathing slowly and deeply. Kris could feel the rise and fall of her friend's breasts as she untied the laces. Now, with a lace in each hand, she parted the top, baring Caryn's breasts completely. Kris dropped the laces and cupped each breast in her hands. Caryn's breasts were larger than her own, and almost conical in shape, compared to her own nearly spherical breasts. She began to massage them, squeezing them, gently at first, and then more firmly. Caryn's breathing became more rapid. Leaning down, she captured a nipple between her lips and began to suckle at it. She smiled at Caryn's gasp of pleasure. Caryn felt Kris cup her breasts and tried to relax. Caryn wasn't very adept at introspection; she had always relied on behavior learned from her parents. But this was unprecedented. All she had to go on was the fact that she trusted Kris implicitly, and that her body was responding to Kris' touch with no conscious effort on her part. She suddenly felt Kris' lips on her nipple, and involuntarily gasped at the sensation. Again, she wondered, "Why are you doing this to me, Kris? Why do I want you to keep doing it?" She opened her eyes and watched Kris as she deftly used her lips and tongue to caress her nipples. She had often wondered about what it would feel like to have her breasts suckled, and had even fantasized about it once as she masturbated. It felt so good - far more pleasurable than any fantasy. It suddenly hit her...Kris was doing this because she knew it would be pleasurable for her. But why do I still feel hesitant? After several more moments of introspection, Caryn realized it was because she was still focusing on the cultural taboos learned from her parents. Those values were in direct conflict with the signals her body was sending her. "Ok, so now what?" With that, the hesitation was replaced by an entirely new feeling -- curiosity. Caryn felt the hesitation leave her, and bid it a silent farewell. With the hesitation gone, she was able to concentrate on the sensations coursing through her body. Her orgasm continued to build inside of her, and instead of resisting it, as she realized she had been doing, she surrendered to it. It pulsed through her body, seeming to echo back and forth as it crossed and recrossed her awareness. As it slowly attenuated, she opened her eyes, and gave out a long, luxurious sigh. Kris watched her friend as the orgasm took her. "Oh Caryn, I knew you would enjoy this. And we have just begun." When Caryn opened her eyes, Kris said, "Ok?" Caryn nodded her head and said, "More than ok. That felt wonderful." In response, Kris kissed her gently on the lips. She slipped her hand, which was still cupping Caryn's breast, down Caryn's torso to her mons. Stroking Caryn's labia through the satin of the panty, she whispered, "That is just the beginning. Ready?" Caryn felt Kris' fingertips at her panties, and felt her arousal soar. Again by way of answer, she reached up and drew Kris down and kissed her. Kris captured Caryn's mouth with her own. Gently she slid her hand into Caryn's panties. She nestled a finger in Caryn's vaginal cleft, frictioning it lightly against the inner surfaces of her labia. She knew from experience that Caryn's labia would soon part and that her vagina would relax to admit her finger. Soon enough, Caryn's vagina relaxed, and Kris' finger encountered the sensitive tissue of Caryn's inner labia. She rubbed her finger against them, and felt Caryn shudder at the sensation. Caryn was beginning to lubricate freely, so Kris prepared to penetrate her fully. Disengaging from their kiss, Kris trailed her lips along Caryn's neck and shoulders, and then down to her breasts. She circled the aureole of one breast with her tongue, and then closed her lips around the nipple. She smiled as Caryn gasped at the sensation. Applying a very gentle pressure with two of her fingers, Kris penetrated Caryn's vagina. She felt the muscles in the vaginal walls instinctively contract around her fingers. Slowly, she thrust them as deeply as she could into Caryn's vagina, and then slowly withdrew them, until only the very tips remained inside Caryn. She thrust again, more firmly this time, burying her fingers deep in Caryn's vagina and then withdrew them again. This time on the return stroke, Kris crooked one finger a little, and dragged it lightly across Caryn's clitoris. Kris repeated the cycle, thrusting and withdrawing her fingers in a slowly increasing tempo. Caryn was gasping with each breath now, and as Kris penetrated her over and over again, the gasps coalesced into a low moan. Caryn felt Kris' fingers gliding gently across her stomach and into her panties. Kris stroked her labia, and Caryn felt the muscles in her vagina relax. She felt an orgasm begin to spiral across her consciousness, and as Kris penetrated her vagina, she came. Kris was sucking at her nipples now, and Caryn felt the friction of Kris' fingers in their passage into and out of her vagina. Suddenly, Caryn's pleasure spiked, and she realized Kris had just touched her clitoris. The sensation was exquisite. She gasped as Kris touched it again. And again. Caryn marveled at the sensation flowing up from her vagina. She knew she was gasping and moaning like the soundtrack of a cheap porno flick, but she did not care - her attention was focused on Kris and the fingers plunging in and out of her vagina. When she came, it was a rocket through her mind. She felt Kris withdraw her fingers, and then cup her cheek with her hand. She could smell her own musky odor on Kris' fingers. She glanced up at Kris, who was smiling down at her. "Oh, Kris...Oh, that was wonderful...I had no idea." "Well, I knew, and now you know too. Are you ready for something more?" Caryn raised her eyebrows. What more could there possibly be? She nodded. Kris rolled over on top of Caryn. Kris began to stroke Caryn's breasts with her tongue, as she slid her body down Caryn's. She trailed her tongue down Caryn's breasts, across her flat stomach, until she could feel Caryn's navel with her chin. She began to kiss Caryn's tummy lightly, rimming her navel with the tip of her tongue. Caryn began to squirm beneath Kris, and Kris knew it was time. Kris reached between their bodies and untied one set of the laces that secured the panty across Caryn's hips. She folded the nearly translucent material to the side, revealing Caryn's pudenda to her eager eyes. Gently, Kris extended her tongue and began to lave Caryn's mons and labia with long, slow strokes. Kris could taste Caryn's pre-coital lubrication, and reveled in the salty-sweet musk of Caryn's rising passion. Caryn felt Kris' fingers at her panties, and realized almost instantly what Kris was going to do. But before she could react, she felt Kris' warm breath on her mons, followed by the most exquisite sensation she ever experienced: Kris' tongue gliding wetly along her labia. She moaned aloud. Kris heard that moan, and smiled to herself. Reaching around Caryn's hips with her right arm, she rested the palm of her right hand on Caryn's pubis just above her vaginal cleft. With her index and middle fingers in a V, she parted Caryn's labia. Kris touched the tip of her tongue to the sensitive tissue of Caryn's inner labia, and felt Caryn respond instantly. Caryn arched her back, thrusting her hips upward against Kris. Kris centered her body more exactly between Caryn's thighs, giving Caryn more room to move her hips as her passion grew. Kris then began to stroke Caryn's inner labia with her tongue. Caryn began to lubricate freely, and Kris eagerly lapped it up. In short order, Caryn arched her back in a paroxysm of pleasure, and Kris knew she had climaxed. While Caryn was experiencing her orgasm, Kris slipped her crop top off and slid forward, until her small breasts were nearly in contact with Caryn's mons. With her free hand, she cupped one of her own breasts and lifted it until her nipple was in contact with the hooded mound of Caryn's clitoris. She teased the nipple back and forth across the hood, coaxing the clitoris out. As Caryn's clitoris erected, so did Kris' nipple. Kris felt the first shimmering wave of an orgasm pass through her body. The touch of Kris' nipple against her clitoris started another wave of pleasure coursing through Caryn's mind. Caryn was somewhat more prepared this time, and was determined to ride the wave of pleasure as long as she could before being inundated by it. She opened her eyes and glanced down at Kris, lying between her legs. Kris, chin on Caryn's tummy, was gazing steadily back at her. For a moment, Caryn lost herself in that gaze. She felt a sensation of love commingled with desire emanating from Kris that was so potent, she almost felt that she was somehow in Kris' mind, watching herself as Kris pleasured her. It was disorienting, but not unpleasantly so. Her point-of-view switched back to her own eyes, and she watched as Kris lowered her chin, and slipped backwards between her legs until all Caryn could see was the top of Kris' head. Then she felt Kris fasten her lips around her clitoris, and Caryn surrendered to the wave of pleasure that suddenly overwhelmed her sensorium. Kris sucked gently at Caryn's clitoris, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Caryn was writhing her hips beneath her.Kris penetrated Caryn with her index finger, probing as deeply as she could into Caryn's vaginal canal. She brought her finger against the ridged walls, feeling the muscles ripple as Caryn approached another orgasm. When Kris felt the muscles clamp down against her finger, she sucked Caryn's clitoris as far into her mouth as it would extend, and then bit down on it, grinding her teeth gently against the sensitive tissue. She heard Caryn scream, and looked up to see Caryn thrashing her head from side to side. Kris kept Caryn's clitoris clamped between her teeth and teased it with quick flicks of her tongue. She held her suspended in her orgasm for a long time, finally releasing Caryn's clitoris when she felt Caryn's vaginal muscles relax slightly from around her finger. She crawled up to a position next to Caryn, wrapping her arm around Caryn's shoulders, and pulling her head gently against her breasts. She waited for Caryn to come back from her orgasm. Caryn's eyes fluttered open. In her fourteen years on the planet, the last two of which as a sexually aware young girl, she had never felt anything as intensely pleasurable as what Kris had just done to her. Her body was tingling all over, with concentrated nodes of sensation at her breasts and vagina. She turned towards Kris and threw her arms around her. Hugging her close, she whispered, "Oh Kris. Thank you. What an incredible sensation." She said to herself, "I should find some way to thank Terry, too. But I will worry about that later." Aloud she said, "But I think I will thank you -- right now." Reaching down, she began to caress Kris' mons with her palm. Kris spread her thighs, and placed a palm on the back of Caryn's head and pulled her head towards her. She kissed Caryn deeply, her tongue probing far down Caryn's throat. She broke the kiss, and moaned softly as she felt Caryn tentatively, and then with firm intent, penetrate her vagina with her fingers. She thrust her pelvis in counterpoint to Caryn's rhythmic penetration of her vagina, feeling an orgasm building up deep inside of her. Kris rode the wave of pleasure, and delighted in the new, physical dimension that had been added to her relationship with Caryn. When her orgasm had run its course, she opened her eyes and gazed intently at Caryn. "Yes, I think so too," she said and laughed. Caryn raised her eyebrows quizzically. "Think what?" "I think you should find some way to thank Terry. She will be back next week. I think showing up for dinner wearing that babydoll will let her know in no uncertain terms how you want to thank her." "But how did you know? And do you mean thank her... like this...?" "Oh yes, Caryn. And I want to watch. And help thank her." Kris captured one of Caryn's nipples between her lips, and as Caryn's body began to respond, Caryn realized that making love to Terry was exactly what she wanted to do. She looked down at Kris suckling gently at her breast and sighed.

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Cheerleader

"Hi, Joe." I jumped, I think. I'd been standing around, casually watching the action--well, at least I *hoped* I looked casual. It was Jenny, my next-door neighbor. "Great dance," she said, referring to the evening's event. She smiled. "Yeah," I replied, trying to sound, well, *with it*. I really liked Jenny, and knew I didn't *really* have to put on an act for her. No, I don't mean I liked her *that* way, but we'd always gotten along well, having done stuff together when we were kids. The girl I *really* liked, well, the girl I *dreamed* about was Charlotte. "Wanna dance?" "OK," I replied and followed her out onto the floor. She smiled as we danced. I was actually grateful--I seldom, or rather never, get up the nerve to go ask girls to dance. Afterwards, she said "Thank you," and moved on--I saw her meet her friend Betty, and they glanced back at me once before moving off. And I was left there, once again, trying my best to look casual. But what I was *really* doing was watching Charlotte. She was out there dancing, first with one guy, then with another, between talking and laughing with all the popular girls. But that was Charlotte: captain of the cheerleaders and homecoming queen. She danced a lot with the quarterback of the football team but also with some of his friends and some of her friends' boyfriends. There was *no way* I was going to ever ask Charlotte to dance. It was simply impossible. All I could do was watch. Without being noticed. I shouldn't be just watching Charlotte--it was stupid. I should have a girlfriend. I should be walking over and nonchalantly asking one of the girls to dance: the girls my own age. No, not Jenny, though she would. Maybe I *should* ask her, just to practice getting up my nerve. Betty? No, not her either. Mary or Gail or one of their friends: I'd have to think about which of them was most likely to accept such an invitation from *me*. But it was impossible--I'd be too tongue-tied, standing in front of one of those girls, who I just about *never* talked to during school--they'd be wondering why I suddenly decided to act like I knew them, was friends with them or something. It was stupid--it was just stupid, my life was. I had to do *something* to break out of the rut. I watched as Charlotte walked onto the dance floor with yet another guy. It was too much. I had to leave. And get a hold of myself. I headed for the door and walked, down the hall. I found the rest room and stopped, then continued on down the hall, away from the dance. I reached the end, and stared out a window for a little while. The hall was somewhat dark and was empty except people at the opposite end walking in and out of the gym, where the dance was. The music was distant-sounding, growing louder for a few seconds whenever anyone pushed one of the gym doors open. I leaned against the wall, wondering what was next in my life. Well, I couldn't just stand there feeling sorry for myself forever. I started back. I didn't hurry or anything, just sort of strolled back. Would someone see me coming back from nowhere? Had anyone seen me going? It was comfortable being alone, in a way, even though it was hell. Along the way, I came to the cafeteria entrance, and seeing that it was dark and empty, turned in. I headed over to the window where you could see the front sidewalk, and sat on a table watching people from the dance walk by. I should watch them, the way they walk, the way they talk to each other. If I watched them, I could learn how to do it myself. "Hiding?" It was a voice behind me, by the door where I'd entered earlier. Once again, it scared me nearly out of my wits since in my reverie I hadn't noticed anyone approaching. "Uh, sort of," I mumbled. In the shadows, I couldn't see who it was, but she was coming closer. "You shouldn't be in here--I saw you go in." I didn't answer. I realized that it looked like Charlotte. It *was* Charlotte! She giggled and spoke again: "No answer? Shy? *I* see you watching me, you pervert." I could see a little smile now, to tell me she was just teasing, I guess, but it *did* still look just a little malicious. She was approaching. "What?" I answered stupidly. This was all happening too fast for me. "You think I'm going to be interested in you?" She was close, now. I could see her more clearly now, but I still didn't quite like her smile. Then she was right in front of me, and she put up her hand, and sort of idly started fingering my shirt! Suddenly I hated her. She was... I didn't know *what* she was doing, but it was just to amuse herself. I angrily pushed her arm away from me. She laughed again: "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?" Then: "You *do* like me, don't you?" I didn't answer. "You think I'm beautiful? Sexy?" "Uh, sure..." And she giggled again, and once again took hold of my shirt, lightly in her fingers. "You *do* like me," she said, finality in her voice. Then she whispered: "Take your shirt off." She was unbuttoning my shirt! I stared at her. This was impossible--absolutely impossible--but it was happening! I stood without thinking. She finished the buttons, and was pushing it over my shoulders. Then she slipped her hands under my tee shirt and ran them up my chest. *Charlotte's hands running up and down my chest*. She just continued, pushing my tee shirt up. "Take it off," she whispered again, smiling. Then she was undoing my belt. I hadn't taken the tee shirt off yet. She had the buckle undone, and was undoing my pants! "Come on!" she said, looking sort of gleeful. She pulled my pants down and my underpants, leaving me uncovered between my tee shirt and my knees. Then her hand was on my cock, fingering it. "I can *see* you like me," she said softly, and giggled again. "Turn around," she said.I might have turned a little, but she more or less slipped behind me, and then was reaching around my right hip, holding my cock in her hand, squeezing with her fingers, making it hard. Her other hand reached around the other side of me, holding my hip. "You *like* me, don't you?" When I didn't answer, she said again: "Don't you?" "Yes!" I finally said. "Lean over the table." Then she was pushing on my back, and I found myself half-lying face-down on the table, my feet still on the floor. She ran a hand over my rear as I lay there, briefly finding my cock between my legs. Then she ran her hand up my back again, over my tee shirt, then she lay next to me in the same position. We were looking at each other. I realized that someone else was in the room, a little behind us! "Now, you be good for me," she said, as she lay there. She put a hand on my cheek. "Now, you're going to cooperate, aren't you?" It was the quarterback! He was doing something, standing right behind us. "Now, you cooperate," she repeated. The guy had his cock out and was getting it hard! "Hey!" I said, though not too loudly--some automatic sense of self-preservation probably didn't really want to attract other people to see any of this. "Now be good. You're a good boy," she said, in a soothing voice. "Just *go along* with it." The guy had taken hold of my hips! I felt his cock pressed against my rear! "Now, *relax* and this'll go fine," she said. "No big deal." "No!" My voice was weak. I felt weak. How could this be happening? "Relax," she said again. It was pressing. Harder. "Come on, I *want* you to let him in." I did what she wanted. He slid in. To the hilt. Then out, then in. He was doing it to me. I was lying there, Charlotte making me do it. Being fucked by a guy. "That's a good boy," she said, still in her soothing voice. He picked up speed. She said it again. I felt his cock start to spasm. Then he was coming. He pounded into me. The whole time, she just kept cooing "That's a good boy." Then he was out. She giggled. "You were cute, you know? You liked that?" "Uh, no." "You don't like me?" She stood and pulled my shoulders away from the table. I didn't have my balance though, and sort of slid, ending up sitting on the floor. Then she was kneeling, straddling me. She put her hand on my cock and felt it. "You *do* like me, don't you? Or you liked *it*. Jim's cock in you. You were *cute*." And she giggled again. And fondled my cock. I didn't see Jim, the quarterback. He must have slipped out. Suddenly she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, hard, holding my head with both hands. She withdrew, and giggled. "Like that? Hey, that wasn't bad!" Then she just stared at me a little. And I suddenly didn't know *what* she was thinking. She leaned over and kissed me hard again. A little longer. Then she knelt some more, still just looking at me. And for a minute, that's all she did: stare at me below her. Then she leaned down and kissed me again. That was nine years ago. Last night, as I got home from work, my front door opened as I reached for it. It was like I was back at that dance. I stood there staring. There was Charlotte, standing right inside the doorway! She looked exactly the way I remembered her, that very night. She smiled--the same smile from that night in the cafeteria: "Remember me?" She grabbed me by the belt and pulled me in, pulling the door shut behind me. She was immediately undoing my belt. "Ready for Jim?" she added. She seemed to be in a hurry: she got my pants undone and was pulling them down along with my underpants. I felt frozen, staring at her, remembering what she'd gotten me to do that night. Suddenly I awoke out of my reverie, and it was like I'd lost control of what I was doing. I grabbed her and wrestled her to the floor in a second. I got her face-down on the carpet, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her underpants. I was out of control. I plunged into her rear. I lay, my body on top of hers, my head beside hers. She turned her head toward me and we ended up looking at each other's faces. "Kiss me, *now*!" she said, suddenly. And I did. Just like we do every evening.

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MAW

Hypno Celeb 50: Gillian Anderson and Tea Leoni

"Nervous?" Tea Leoni asked David Duchovny as their limo approached the theater. "Scared shitless," her husband replied. "'Playing God' didn't get a big premiere like this." "Well, now you know how I felt at the 'Deep Impact' premiere," Tea replied. She had gone back to a darker color for her short hair and was wearing a nice pair of slacks, a white blouse, and a light sweater. David wore a dark suit that seemed to go well with his film and TV character. "Relax, it'll be okay. You've got a hundred million people around the world glued to that show. Half of them show up and it'll be a hit." "I'll settle for the half," David smiled as the limo pulled up to the theater. There was a small army of photographers and newspeople there, waiting for the stars of "The X-Files" to arrive at the premiere. There were also several hundred fans who began screaming as David and Tea made their way out of the limo and down the red carpet. It was much the same as when Tea's movie had opened a month earlier. They smiled politely, gave a few soundbites to the right gossip agents and camera crews, and made their way into the theater. "Gillian!" David called as they got inside. Gillian Anderson was surrounded by a small army of well-wishers. She wore a nice pair of brown slacks, with a light tan blouse and a brown jacket. Her red hair was nicely combed, and a smile was on her face. "Thank God, I was afraid I'd be mobbed," she said as she and David had a quick hug. "Seen Chris?" "Not yet. Knowing him, he'll probably sneak in at the last moment and leave as soon as the last scene is done." "David, I'll meet you at our seats," Tea said. "I have to go to the ladies' room." "No problem," David said as his wife walked off. She smiled, happy once again that she and David had gotten together. They now each had a major summer movie, and deals were coming in all the time. She was still debating whether to go back to TV or continue in movies. She entered the ladies' room, surprised to see it empty. Not questioning her fortune, she headed to the nearest toilet. Just outside, a woman stepped out of the alcove she'd been hiding in when Tea approached. She wore jeans and a red sweatshirt, and her long blonde hair reached to her shoulders. She appeared to be in her thirties, with good looks and a sly smile on her face. She placed an "Out of Order" sign on the door and slid inside. Tea was washing her hands when the woman entered. Tea looked at her, puzzled. Something about the woman seemed familiar, like Tea should know her, but she just couldn't place it exactly. It was like a faint memory pushing at her. "Hi," she said. "Hello, Tea," the woman smiled. "I'm Sophie." "Do you work here?" Tea said. "You look more like a member of the public. No offense." "None taken," Sophie said. "Actually, you invited me." Tea furrowed her brow. "I did? Look, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't quite remember you." "Oh, we've met," Sophie said, reaching into her pocket. She brought out a small tear-shaped crystal, attached to a chain, and held it before Tea. "It was first at the jewelry shop." Tea's face went blank, her eyes glazing over as she slipped into the hypnotic trance that Sophie had designed so long ago. Sophie grinned. She had taken Tea several times in the time since, but she had something special planned for tonight. Something she'd been dreaming about for a long time. "Tea, I'm going to give you some instructions. I want you to listen to them very carefully..." Gillian sighed as she walked into her hotel room. It had been a long night, with the premiere, the party, and several interviews. She was rather glad she had left Piper with a nanny for the night. She'd check back in with her tomorrow. She was still debating between a movie part and just taking a vacation during the hiatus, but a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She walked over and opened the door, surprised to see Tea standing on the other side. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and was smiling. "Hey," Tea said. "Sorry, but David's out with a couple of buddies and I needed some company." "Hey, no problem," Gillian said. "I could use someone to talk to." She let Tea inside, not noticing the woman who sat in a chair down the hall, near the elevator. A woman whose grin was widening by the minute. "A stuffed cat?" Tea laughed. "You're kidding me, right?" "I can't believe I kept a straight face," Gillian said. She took another sip from her glass. "It was unbelievable. The director kept yelling 'Fight it! Fight it! It's a killer cat!'" She lay back on the bed, laughing. "Oh, god, I think I've had too much to drink." Indeed, the empty bottle lay on the edge of the bed. A knock on the door surprised both women. Tea got to her feet and staggered to the door. Opening it, she saw Sophie there. Sophie held the pendant up to Tea's eyes. Tea closed her eyes, then opened them and let Sophie in. "Gillian, this is my friend, Sophie," Tea announced in a low voice. If Gillian had been a little more sober, she might have seen the lack of expression in Tea's face and eyes. "It's a pleasure," Sophie said, shaking Gillian's hand. "I'm a huge fan of the show." "More the merrier," Gillian giggled. "Sorry, I'm not usually like this." "No problem," Sophie said, a sly smile on her lips. "So, how'd you meet?" Gillian asked, lying herself on the bed. "Oh, I sold her a piece of jewelry," Sophie replied. She reached into her pocket and brought out the crystal. She hung it over Gillian's face, about a foot over her eyes, so Gillian could see directly into it. The light reflected off the dozens of small facets cut into the crystal, sending waves of light into Gillian's eyes. "You like it? I think what draws attention the most is the center of it. That nice, warm center right in the middle of the crystal. Just keep looking at it. Look deeply, very deeply. Just keep staring further into the crystal, Gillian. Keep looking deeper into it. Deeper and deeper. Try to find the center. The nice, warm center. Keep looking." As Sophie talked, Tea took a seat on the bed and began to undress. Gillian hardly noticed. Her eyes were glued to the shining crystal spinning above her, throwing waves of light into her eyes. "It's so nice, Gillian, so warm and relaxing," Sophie continued. "Just keep staring into the crystal, at all the little windows inside it, all the lights. It feels so nice and relaxing to look at it, deeper into it, deeper, towards the center. Closer and closer you get to the center and you feel more and more relaxed. So very relaxed. So relaxed and calm and wonderful. Deeper and deeper. Very relaxed. You'd do anything to stay this relaxed, wouldn't you, Gillian?" "Yes.." Gillian whispered. "You'd do anything I said if it would help you stay relaxed, wouldn't you?" "Yes..." "Good, good. Then look into the crystal, Gillian. Find the center. And when you reach the center, you'll feel an overwhelming wave of relaxation come over you. You feel nice and warm and totally relaxed. You will feel so good to be this relaxed. Can you see the center, Gillian? Can you see the center?" Gillian slowly nodded, her eyes half-closed. "Good. Gillian, are you totally relaxed now?" "Yes, I am.." Gillian whispered. "Gillian, would you do anything to stay this relaxed?" "Yes." "Gillian, you'll do everything I say if it makes stay this relaxed, wouldn't you?" "Yes.." "Gillian, you're feeling hot now. Very hot. Not just on your skin, but inside you. You can feel a rush of heat coming over you, your arms, your legs, your breasts, your pussy. You feel so very, very warm. So warm. You want to take off your clothes, you're so warm. Take off your clothes, Gillian. And as you take them off, you feel yourself growing aroused. Very aroused. The more you strip, the more aroused you feel. Go ahead, Gillian, take off your clothes." Gillian began to unbutton her blouse, fumbling with the clasps. She pulled it off, showing a white bra underneath. She unzipped her slacks and began slipping them off.By this point, both Tea and Sophie were naked. Tea was sitting on the bed, nude, staring straight forward as she awaited her instructions. Sophie was happy to see her hand lightly touch her clit. Gillian pulled off her bra, her breasts falling free against her skin. She slipped off her panties, showing off her dark-haired pussy. Sophie leaned over Gillian and smiled. "Gillian, how do you feel?" "Relaxed," came the reply. "And I'm so hot." Her hands moved down to her pussy, the fingers tickling at the hair. "Let yourself go, Gillian," Sophie said, moving herself onto Gillian. "Let me and Tea take care of you." She leaned down and kissed Gillian on the lips. Gillian slowly returned the kiss, moving her lips over Sophie's, her tongue pushing in. They lay together for several long moments, kissing, before Sophie moved her head down Gillian's body. She buried her head in between Gillian's breasts, kissing the tight nipples. She kissed the curves long and slow, then moved herself down to the sweet-smelling patch in between Gillian's legs. She licked at it a few times, then placed her mouth over her pussy, covering the glistening patch with her lips and inserting her tongue. Gillian moaned as she felt Sophie's tongue burrow into her. She suddenly felt another pair of lips touch hers, a tongue shoving into her mouth. Some distant part of Gillian recognized that it was Tea, but she really didn't care. She returned the kiss, wrapping her tongue around the other woman's. Tea broke off the kiss and straddled Gillian, moving her pussy down on the redhead's face. Gillian needed no encouragement to put her tongue inside Tea and begin licking with a frenzy. Her hands moved up Tea's smooth body, squeezing the pert breasts. Tea moaned and gently rocked herself on Gillian, pushing her twat closer to the other's woman's face. Gillian pushed her tongue in deeper as she felt Sophie push into her. She writhed on the couch under the weight of the two women and the pleasure in her mind. She let loose, her cum quickly licked away by Sophie. Her tongue spiked into Tea's pussy and came back wet, juices falling into her mouth as Tea shuddered. The three women moved around, getting themselves into another pleasurable position. Sophie grinned as she saw the two hypnotized stars move into a 69 position, Gillian on top. Gillian moved her face next to Tea's wet pussy and once again began to lick at it, this time with longer, slower movements. Tea returned the favor Gillian had given her just moments before, burying her tongue in Gillian's pussy, her fingers opening the hole her tongue made. Gillian's hands moved up and down Tea's thighs as she licked away. Tea's fingers moved slowly in and out of Gillian's asshole as she lapped away at her husband's co-star. Both women were too entranced and too deeply lost in ecstasy to realize exactly what they were doing. They both came at once, their bodies spasming as they ejaculated onto each other, their tongues overwhelmed with the sweet taste unleashed. Sophie could barely hold herself. She had been stroking her pussy as the two licked at each other and she was almost ready. "Gillian, Tea, come here and eat me out." The two obediently crawled to their mistress and pushed themselves onto her. Gillian put her face right in between Sophie's legs and began to mouth her blonde patch. Tea pushed her face in and began jabbing her tongue into the glistening blond opening. Sophie moaned and lay back, running her hands over her breasts as the two ate at her. This was her dream come true and the idea of what she was going to do with both of these women under her control was enough to send her to orgasm, her two mesmerized slaves licking at the juices spreading on their faces. "Hey," David said as he entered the room. Tea was lying on the bed, dressed in a nightgown. "Sorry if I kept you up." "You didn't," Tea smiled. "At least not yet." She grabbed her husband and kissed him hard on the mouth, dragging him into the bed. In a room on the floor above, Sophie gasped as she felt herself come again. Gillian was a wonder. It was a shame she had to leave the next day. Oh well, if the show did move to L.A., they'd have a lot of time to get better acquainted.

MC,FFF

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MeCC

Storm Part Two

"Because play is what I intend to do!" It is time to begin our journey again. We once again are going to re-enter my world... So I beg of you not to enter my space with anything but the willingness of seduction in your soul. Do you want to venture on with me? Can you remember where we left off? I left you lying on the bed, with a thunderstorm brewing outside. I had just swallowed your seed, and you can now feel the drink that I had given you starting to work. You have a stirring in your veins, it seems that your blood is going to boil. You ask what it was that I have given you, and I smile and answer, "A witch's brew to help you keep your strength up." You feel as if your passion is never-ending. I can see that you are becoming restless, and I know that you feel the intoxication of lust and of my tonic. I sit up next to you and ask you again, "Are you ready to play?" A moan signals me that you are. I crawl over your lying body to reach something from the other side of the bed. I cover your eyes with my free hand. You can hear a rustling of a nylon bag being opened, and you can also hear me shuffling the contents of the bag. I find what I am looking for and crawl back over you, put the object behind my back and uncover your eyes. I can see your puzzlement. I know you're wishing to know what my secret is. I smile ever so sweetly, then lean in to kiss you on the cheek. While I have you close to me, I bring my surprise around your back. I ask one last time, "Do you want to play?" A small "yes" comes from you, and I take my blindfold around your eyes, making sure it is securely in place. As in instinct, you bring your hands in front of you to feel what your eyes cannot see. I grab you by the wrist and let you know that your hands will do you as much good as your eyes are. With more shuffling in my bag, I bring out a silk cord which I use to tie your hands together at the wrist. I then lay you down again and tie your legs together at the ankles. I stand at your feet and look at you. You can no longer see me, and the thunder is making it hard to hear me or my movements. As you lay there motionless, you cannot tell what it is that I am planning to do, and you can no longer see the evil grin that is on my face as I stare at your body, imagining all that I can and will do to you. You begin to move around, so I know that you, my little captive, are getting nervous. The next thing you are aware of is cold liquid hitting your flesh and the smell of cinnamon invading your senses. I begin a total body massage, running my hands over your tense skin, letting my fingers caress your very soul within. I get your skin very wet with oil, working it in until you are saturated. I then stand off the bed once again, and in between thunder cracks, you can hear the sound of my clothing being removed. You once again feel my hands upon your skin, caressing, rubbing, and massaging. The energy in you increases, and you pull against your bindings, but you are to go nowhere! And you begin to wonder if you are actually beginning to go mad, because it seems that I am touching you all over at once. But how would that be? I have only two hands, and at times it seems that there are at least four on you. You ask for clarification, and I offer none! I only giggle and give you a kiss so that I can no longer hear any of your questions, but in my kiss, there is a taste. A taste of woman? As you squirm under my kiss, I release you, and all contact leaves your body. I leave you there to wonder if you could have been mistaken, the taste is leaving you, but your memory is clear, and your logic seems to be strong. But if you could only see or have free will, you could find out if I have fooled or deceived you. But before I give you too long to suffer, I come back to you. I start at your feet and begin inching up your body. I let my naked form slide up you, my skin is cool to the touch. I slowly crawl up your body until I can kiss you. The taste of woman is gone, and all that you can taste is more damned cinnamon. I sit over on you, finding it a bit difficult to stay on your slick body. I run myself all over you, enjoying the way the oil picks up the electricity in the air. Your manhood is pressing against me, begging for attention, and now I believe I can no longer withstand myself. I sit straddling you and slowly ease your mammoth shaft into me. My muscles try to resist you, but my passion is too great. I cry out in ecstasy as our bodies become one. The storm outside begins to rage as our sex grows faster. It seems that the entire world is coming to an end. I cling onto you, slamming my body against yours. You can feel my excitement turning quickly to climax. My body begins to quiver as I prepare myself for the onrush of orgasm. I ride you until I can no longer think clearly. When I come to my senses, I untie your bonds and take off your blindfold, and you can see there is an imprint of a kiss in lipstick on my cheek and a sheepish smile on my face. "Would you like to meet my friend?" I ask you. About that time, you can hear a door opening behind you... Once again to be continued... If you so wish???

Part Two

Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year98/9965.txt

B. Peale (voltaire)

Just Another Day At The Office

"Come in," Danny called without even bothering to look up from the papers on his desk. Although he heard the door swing open, he didn't acknowledge that someone had entered his office. He was a managing partner...whoever it was could wait until he finished what he was doing. After almost five minutes of playing the waiting game, Carnie finally spoke up. "Mr. Givens? I'm from network support, and I need to..." Danny was outraged; he could not believe that some network support person DARED speak to him before she was addressed. It had been a long time since he'd been a "little people"; he'd forgotten how to be polite. "Young lady," he interrupted, "I don't know who you think you are barging in here with your little task, but...JESUS!" During his tirade, Carnie had moved in front of Danny's desk, waiting patiently for it to end. As he was just getting revved up, he made the mistake of looking up, only to find the most stunning set of breasts he'd ever laid eyes on. Danny had never really been attracted to black women (in fact, he didn't think he'd ever had any desire to sleep with one), but Carnie was definitely capable of changing that. Since she was not a member of the consulting staff, she wasn't held to the stricter blue suit, white blouse dress code that women normally had to adhere to. She had a little more flexibility, and used it to her advantage. On a woman of average height, her 44DD breasts would have been large, but not exaggeratedly so; however, Carnie barely stood five feet tall, and might have weighed 100 lbs. with a brick in each pocket. Her skin was a deep, healthy tan, light enough that Danny could see the veins tracing through her magnificent breasts clearly through the pale blue blouse that clung erotically to them. Her nipples were a dark chocolate brown, almost black, about 3.5 inches in diameter, and came to a point almost a half-inch long. It was easy to tell all of this because Carnie wasn't wearing a bra. Carnie's nipples slowly crinkled, growing harder and longer as Danny's intense stare. She smiled as he reflexively licked his lips. "Yes Mr. Givens?" she asked sweetly, her voice sounding both innocent and inviting at the same time. By this time, her nipples were straining so hard against the material of her blouse that Danny was certain they were going to punch right through. "Did I do something wrong?" Danny struggled to regain his composure. In business, he never let the other person know that they'd had an effect on him. "I'm very busy today," he said evenly, his voice calm and level. "What is it that you need in here..." he scanned her employee badge, which hung at an obscene angle off of her chest, "...Carnie? Can't it wait until after I've left for the day?" He put in an impressive performance, one that would have been totally believable, except for the fact that, other than when he read her name, he stared at her hardening nipples the entire time. "Well actually, sir, I need to look at your laptop," Carnie said apologetically. "I have to run an inventory, but I promise it will only take a minute." Taking advantage of his apparent distraction, Carnie made her way around to the side of Danny's desk, over to the network port, as she spoke. Danny turned to follow her movement, pleasantly resigned to "endure" the interruption. Hell, this girl was hot! As if to emphasize the point, his cock stirred in his lap, lightly twitching as Carnie's lower half came into view. To Danny's amazement, the rest of Carnie was equally impressive. Her waist was very slim; Danny suspected he could probably encircle it with his hands. Her hips were slender and slightly rounded, and her legs seemed unbelievably long for a woman so small. Her slight heels supported toned, well-muscled calves attached to thighs that could only belong to a distance runner. Once again, Carnie had taken liberties with the dress code, and had opted for a burgundy skirt that showed off her skin color well and, although pleated, stopped at mid-thigh. She turned and smiled at Danny, and looked over at his laptop, pushed aside to the far corner of his desk. "Good, you're not logged on. That will make it go even faster. Let me just plug my laptop into the port and fired it up, and I'll be out of here before you can shake a stick." She turned back toward the wall. Was she making fun of him? Danny adjusted his trousers, but kept his eyes on Carnie's back. In a fluid motion, she bent from the waist, unzipped her laptop bag and removed her network cord. She then attached the cord to her laptop, fiddled around for a minute, powered it up, stood up and walked toward Danny's desk. There was no way to hide the effect she was having on him. The front of his suit pants were rigid, his cock filling the slight area tightly, discomfort clear on his face. While she was bent over (which couldn't have lasted more than a minute or two), Danny's cock got harder than it'd been in years; not just hard, but steel bending, rock splitting hard! He confirmed that she wasn't wearing any pantyhose, because when she set up her computer, her skirt rose clear to her ass. Carnie's sense of style extended to her underwear; today, she was wearing a burgundy t-strap to match her skirt. Calling the t-strap clothing was being generous. From what Danny could see, it consisted of a piece of material no thicker than a shoelace that went down the crack of her ass (which was firm, and round, with no hint of flab) and met a similarly small piece of material that should have covered her pussy in the front. However, this material was not up to the daunting challenge, and could only manage to gently separate her outer pussy lips, spreading them so that Danny could see the pink edges when she was in that position. He also saw that she was aroused. Her pussy glistened and the material of her t-strap was damp where it spread her lips. He was surprised that he didn't shoot right there in his pants. The problem was, how could he sleep with this woman without ending up on the bad end of a sexual harassment inquiry, if not a racial discrimination charge as well. Carnie walked behind him to his credenza, seemingly oblivious to the raging hard-on he was sporting or the obvious lust in his gaze. As she connected the two computers, she bent slightly, and Danny was immediately rewarded with the musky odor of pussy seeping from between her legs. That was more than he could handle. With a soft throaty groan his cock exploded, showering his boxers and suit pants with thick jets of cum. Never in his life had he ever cum without someone at least touching him! The beeps and tones indicated that Danny's computer was nearing the completion of the boot-up sequence. With Carnie's back to him, Danny hastily slid his soiled lap under his desk. Breathing deeply to steady his voice, Danny asked as casually as he could manage, "So, how is this inventory different from the one that my assistant did last week?" "Oh, that was a property inventory. This is a software inventory." "Software inventory?" "Yes, a software inventory. We have to make sure that all of the software loaded is properly licensed, and that there are no files present that are against company policies." "Files?" Danny asked uneasily. "Yeah, illegal software, pornographic pictures, that sort of thing. There is a lot of strange stuff out there, and sense the laptops are company property, we periodically check to make sure that there is nothing on them that could unduly expose the firm. I have auditing software on my laptop that scans your hard drive, and then uploads the results to the central system."When I went back to my office, I downloaded the results and submitted my reports to corporate. Danny hadn't heard a word she said after "pornographic pictures." Shit, did he have any on there? It was amazing what you could find these days on the Internet. Once or twice a week, he would go out to the websites and newsgroups and download some pictures, then jerk off as they scrolled across the screen. What harm did it do? He'd always thought. He usually deleted them when he was done, but he couldn't remember if he did the last time. Shit! Danny realized that he hadn't heard any noise from the computers in a little while. "Everything OK?" "Almost done. Just one more test to finish, but it's the longest. We have software that can analyze a hard drive and retrieve any files that have been deleted, unless certain precautions were taken, which they almost never are." As if on cue, Carnie's laptop started to beep. "Hmm, what's this?" Danny's heart fell into the pit of his stomach. He decided that it was better to pretend that he was still working and that he wasn't paying attention to anything that she was doing. His mind was racing, trying to come up with a way to get out of what he now knew was inevitable. "Ho-ho Mr. Givens, it appears that you're pretty good with a search engine," Carnie chuckled. "You've got quite a collection of files here." He could hear her fingers pressing a series of keys as she retrieved the pictures Danny thought had been erased. "And varied interests, I see..." Believing that the best defense is a good offense, Danny interrupted. "Look, Carnie, there are a couple of pictures on there that I looked at on the road, to help me relieve the stress of a long day. There's no crime in that." "True," Carnie admitted as she walked around the credenza and perched her cute little ass on the edge of the desk facing him. He was still sitting with his lap under the desk to hide his cum-soaked lap. "But it is in direct violation of company policy. I think it's grounds for dismissal, but I'm not sure what would happen to a managing partner. Never caught one before; most scrub their drives." Shit, Danny thought again. "You know I could have you fired before you got back to your desk, don't you?" It was true; in a firm this size, there were 4 managing partners, each with absolute dominion over all but the other 3. Carnie nodded. "True, you could. But it wouldn't help. The information has already been fed; my work would just get reassigned and the data would still be accessed." Danny slumped in his seat. The worst thing was, he really couldn't be fired. He could, however, be humiliated in front of the 3 other managing partners, as well as the partners on the discipline committee. In his dejection, Danny failed to notice that two thick points hard enough to cut diamonds now capped Carnie's nipples. As she reached across him to pick up the photo sitting on his desk, they brushed against his arm. He snatched his hand away; the heat and the hardness actually hurt! "This your family, Danny?" Danny nodded. He noticed that she had dropped the "Mr. Givens" and had now assumed a tone of familiarity reserved for peers. "It sure would be a shame to drag them through something public and embarrassing." Danny looked up, a glint in his eyes. He was, after all, first and foremost a political animal, and recognized the opening of a negotiation when he heard it. "Yes. Yes, it would be too bad." He had no misconceptions about the awkward control Carnie now held over him. "I care for them very much; I'd rather spare them that." "I could understand that. We may be able to work something out." "How?" Danny asked. "Danny, Danny, Danny. I told you, I have to file a report. As long as I am employed here, no one has access to the files but me. Even Everett can't get to them as long as I am an employee," she said, referring to the managing partner responsible for internal IS. "Oh?" Danny saw floodlights go on in the tunnel. Hell, there wasn't light at the end, there was a whole fucking sun! "So, how much is this going to cost me?" She was reasonable. He couldn't imagine her asking for some ridiculously unjustifiable amount. Carnie slowly shook her head. "Oh Danny, it's not going to be that easy. No, not that easy at all." Still leaning against the desk, Carnie crossed her legs at the ankles. "We are talking about the career of a managing partner here." "Oh please, let's not get melodramatic!" Danny felt like he was on a roller coaster, scot-free one minute, facing the inquisition the next. Carnie uncrossed her legs and stood up and walked back to the credenza. "Fine. I've got work to do anyway." She began humming to herself as she powered down her laptop and began putting the peripherals away. Danny panicked. Forgetting the wet spot in his lap, he pushed the chair back and whipped the chair around. Because of her height, it was easy to grab Carnie's shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry. This is hard for me. What do I have to do to get you to fix this for me?" Carnie smiled as she snapped her case shut. She'd won; they both knew it. "First, you need to tell your assistant that you are going to be on a conference call for a while, and that he is to take any calls for you until you call him back. Then put your telephone on 'Do Not Disturb.'" While Danny picked up the telephone to comply, Carnie went back around to his desk and hopped up on it. As he placed the receiver back in the cradle, she slid over so that she straddled his chair, one leg on each arm. "Carnie, shouldn't I lock the door?" He had a good idea what was coming. "No. It's more fun this way. Let's see how good your assistant is." With her legs spread, her skirt rose above her hips, revealing a very thin piece of material failing miserably to cover a totally shaven pussy. Her outer lips were swollen from arousal, and the material was soaking wet. Enough moisture had collected behind her inner lips that when she spread her legs, it slowly dripped out and pooled in a puddle just under her ass. The scent coming from her pussy now was 30 times stronger than it was earlier; Danny felt dizzy, it was so overpowering. "So Danny, are you just going to sit there, or what?" Danny wasn't sure what she expected, so he just went with his instincts. He leaned forward, using his index fingers to move the t-strap aside and spread her outer lips, and slowly began to trail his pointed tongue up her crack, starting down near her asshole and moving all the way up to her clit. She shivered, then grabbed hold of his shoulders for support. Encouraged, he flattened his tongue out, covering more of her pussy as he lapped. He probed deeper, tasting her, feeling the warm wetness of her pussy. He was rock hard again, but he knew that this was all about her, and it might jeopardize things if he tried to relieve himself. She scooted forward a little, giving him better access to her asshole, which surprisingly was clean but musky tasting. He darted his tongue several times into her asshole on his way up, and was rewarded with a low guttural moan from Carnie. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and he hoped that she would let him fuck her soon, because he was going crazy with her writhing and rocking in his face like this. After a while, he started to spend more time around her clit, which was hard and throbbing and peeking up through her inner lips. He began to suck her clit strongly, then to nibble, while she whispered encouragement to him. On a whim, he reached up and slid an unlubricated finger into her asshole while he nibbled on her button. Involuntarily, her hips bucked and she mashed her pussy hard into his face. He responded by thrusting the finger in and out of her asshole rapidly, while softly biting on her clit to the same rhythm. Carnie started fucking Danny's face and whimpering. She reached over and grabbed a ruler Danny had been using to do his work earlier, shoved it in her mouth and bit down. Then she grabbed a thick black nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand through her blouse and started to pinch them forcefully in time with the thrusts in her ass and the assault on her clit. Within moments, a low, guttural moan wafted up, seeming to start from her pussy and move up and through her chest. Danny had never heard anything like it, and immediately came in his pants again. He moaned deep into her pussy, setting Carnie off again. When she'd finished her second orgasm, she pulled herself back into a sitting position, leaned forward, and kissed him deeply on the lips. "Not a bad start, Danny. That was amazing." "Start?" Danny asked breathlessly. Carnie chuckled. Reaching down, she rubbed her t-strap between her pussy lips, and tore it off. She then wiped around his mouth and nose, and dropped it in his lap. "That's what I said. Start." Danny sat back in his chair, dumbstruck. "Now, pick up the phone and call your wife. Tell her you have to go out of town on business, and that you'll be back tomorrow night." She smiled. "I'll be done with you by then, and you'll have your life and career back." Woodenly, Danny picked up the telephone, punched in seven digits, mumbled something lame about a client emergency, and hung up. "Let's not cause any suspicion," Carnie said as he replaced the receiver. "I'll meet you at the, let's see...," she thought a moment. "I know, the Embassy Suites on Wisconsin. There's a firm suite there that you guys use for out-of-town muckety-mucks. I'll meet you there at 6:30." It was 11:45 now. She hopped off the desk, walked over to the credenza, and grabbed her laptop. At the doorway, she stopped before she pulled it open and turned back to him. "Eat well, today. You're going to need your strength." She smiled, pulled the door open and left, leaving it ajar.Danny looked down at the t-strap laying in his lap, and his cock stirred again. End of Part I This is my first try after lurking for all these years. Should I continue? I hate being forced to wade through crap, so if nobody thinks it's worthwhile, I'll let the Part I stand alone. Let me know!

Part 1

Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year98/18018.txt

Sub2Fem

First Swing

"Watching Don fuck your ass was even better than I thought it'd be!" Judy said. I laughed. "Well, feeling him fuck my ass must've been even better than that." It was true. I had dildoed myself many times, but each time I could predict each thrust my hand made. Having Don do it made it impossible to predict his thrusts, making it deliciously better. At the same time, his cock was flesh and blood, and I could feel (I thought) the blood coursing through it, filling it with life. When he came, the splashes of jism were a sudden spot of warmth, giving me tremendous satisfaction. Judy wriggled her way over to me. She kissed me, her tongue hot and wet. She pushed my head to the side and began chewing on my lobes. I felt her begin to probe the inside of my ear, the sounds loud. Oh, I loved having my ear explored like this! Below, my muscle began to twitch. I guess Judy felt it, because she whispered hotly in my ear if I liked what she was doing. I groaned out a "yes," and she redoubled her efforts. Now, though, she climbed more fully onto me and was rubbing her wet bald slit against me. Heaven! "Let's go wake Don up," I suggested to her. Don was in a drowsy state, laying on his back adjacent to us. Judy rolled off, and I flipped over. We positioned ourselves on either side of him, and Judy held up his cock for me. I slid it into my mouth, surprised at how soft he was in a flaccid state. Last time he was in my mouth, he was pumping hot joy-juice down my throat. Definitely not soft then! I popped him out, and as she took him, I fondled his hairy balls. In a minute, when she gave him back to me, he was half erect. I pressed my lips against him and slid him in. I stayed there, nose breathing, and sucked him. It was amazing, feeling him swell in my mouth. In another minute, his head was pressing against my tonsils. I bobbed a couple times, then gave him back to Judy. I looked up to see Don watching us. "So, Don," I started, "am I doing OK?" He smiled. "You can suck me any time, Dave." Judy had stopped. "I want to see you guys suck each other." I wanted that too, so I swung my hips up and lay on my side, my crotch at his face. Then, I grabbed his side and pulled him into a similar side position. I didn't really care if he sucked me or not at that point. I'd give him the opportunity if he wanted, but I was exploring my bisexuality, not his. I bent my head, and slid him into my hot mouth as deep as I could. Don let out an extended moan, and I tasted pre-cum. Excellent! I tongued the eye of his cock, daring him to ooze more. I stroked him once or twice to milk it out, and then sucked him deep again. I was busy making slurping sounds when I felt his hand grasp my cock. He stroked it, almost idly, driving me crazy. I moved my hips, fucking his hand. Then, glory, as he started to blow me. I paused, reveling in the feeling. Then, we began my first MM 69. It was tremendous. Each took pleasure from the other, and then giving it when we neared completion. Don's mouth was so very hot and wet. His cock and balls were coated with my saliva. But, I didn't want to drink him or have him drink me. I had another fantasy to live out. "Don," I said, puffing with breathlessness. "Come into the bathroom." We got up, and Judy looked at us. Her hands were slick with her own juices. Her hole was completely open, as if her fingers had stretched her out. "C'mon Judy, you too!" We went into the bath, and I had Don sit on the stool. Then, I had Judy sit on him, facing him. She let out a groan of pleasure as she sank slowly onto him. Don gritted his teeth to keep from cumming. When she was on, they began to slowly rock, an inch of his length moving in and out of her. Judy was purring with pleasure. I went to my bag and got my tube of Slippery Stuff. Then, I knelt behind Judy. The plug was still there, filling her up. I grasped the end and pulled it out. "Oh! Shit!" Judy exclaimed. She began to cum, and I was fascinated to see her anus pulsing with her orgasm. Don still gritted his teeth, trying to hold off some more. After a minute, Judy sank onto Don, panting. "God, that was great!" she told me. "You're not done yet, babe," I said. "It only gets better." As she sat still, I dabbed some Slippery Stuff on my fingers, and then stuffed them into her. I pulled my fingers out, and put on some more lubricant, then slid them back in. I slowly pumped her ass, lubing it up. Her pussy was fairly creaming, her juice dripping onto the floor. Don was sucking her nipples. In a few minutes, she was rocking back and forth, urging my fingers in more deeply. Yes, she was really relaxed and loose. I pulled Don's head away, and then help her stand up. I grasped Don's cock, and applied a liberal amount of Slippery Stuff. Judy's eyes opened wide, half in fear and half in expectation. I told her to turn around, and positioned her so that she merely had to sit down on Don. Supporting her, I helped her ease down. The thirty seconds she took to sit all the way down was spent as one long, low moan. Not of pain, but of pleasure. Finally, she was down all the way. She sat still, loving the full feeling. Then, maybe another couple minutes later, she began to rock again. His lubed up cock was sliding in and out of her ass, making slurping sounds of its own. Time for me to fulfill my own fantasy! I squatted a little, and positioned myself at her front opening. She opened her eyes, and watched as I placed the head inside. Then, as she rocked forward, I jammed myself all the way in. She shrieked, from fear and surprise. I had been so gentle until then. But as she knew my intentions, I began to rapidly pump her. She tossed her head back against Don's shoulder, riding both of us. Don lifted her a little so that he could pump more fully. What a feeling, his cock moving against mine inside her! Don grasped her right nipple between his fingers and pinched hard while pulling it out. She let loose a gasp, then a moan. He released and grasped the left. I took the right in my mouth and wetly, gently, sucked it. When he released the left, I did the same there. We alternated on her nipples, and she was moaning and begging for more. Soon, I felt my balls tighten, and I knew my fantasy was about to come true. That thought sent me over the edge and I began to fill her with my seed. Spurt after satisfying spurt came out. Still half erect, I popped out and sank to my knees. I began to tongue her hole and suck my juice out. Inches away, Don was pumping her ass! This was my fantasy, to suck out my cum from a pussy. I also fantasized about licking a woman to orgasm as she rode a cock. To satisfy both at the same time...! I sucked her, willing her to orgasm. If she could cum with a cock in her ass, she might be hooked on anal sex. I licked, I sucked, I probed, I tickled. I two minutes, her pussy grabbed my tongue and held it fast. She was cumming, and the contractions were squeezing my cum out of her and into my mouth. I savored the sticky glops, feeling like a complete slut. Then, Don began to cum. He held himself in, filling her ass just as he had filled mine earlier. In a minute, he pushed her up. I saw her asshole, red and stretched, dripping lube and cum and fecal matter. For a second, I thought about servicing her, and I would have had she asked, but I chickened out. She sat where Don had sat and soon had expelled most of the discharge filling her. I knew she'd find still more the next day. I went over and laid on the bed, feeling about toast.Judy, and then Don joined me. They looked at the clock: 1:48. Then Don spoke. "I guess we're going to go home. We'd sleep better in our own bed." I nodded, tired. I watched as they got dressed. Judy leaned over and kissed me. "Can we call you tomorrow?" asked Judy. I told her I'd like nothing better. Don gave a jaunty wave as he and Judy passed through the doorway. I closed my eyes, tired but reliving the night. In a couple of minutes, the phone rang, jarring me. I grabbed it. "Hello?" Who would call me at that hour? "This is the front desk." Oh yeah, the clerk. "I saw your friends leave, and wondered.... I mean, she was walking a bit bowlegged.... Jeez, I'm sorry, but I'm so curious." The words came out in a rush. A smile crept across my face. "Why don't you bring up something to drink and we'll discuss it?" It was 1:59 and she said she got off at 2:00. "OK. Be right up!" The words came out very quickly, like she was afraid I'd change my mind. I thought about putting something on, but it'd be a bit hard to describe my stretched and cum-leaking asshole; she'd have to see it to believe it. If this worked out, tomorrow night could be even better than tonight. We'd just see.

Chapter 3

Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year98/15330.txt

Caesar

Love's Eternal Circle

"Love Eternal." Those were the words we spoke to each other on our wedding day. In fact, standing at the head of the church, we had almost a hundred witnesses to those phrases, including the priest who pronounced us married. I can still remember the echo from the high-domed enclosure as my voice quivered in fright and nervousness. Those damn words, and how my wife's voice was very steady and sure as she spoke up. Marie looked beautiful, gorgeous, angelic. I was in love. The dress she wore was white, virgin white, very unbecoming, especially after the nights we had enjoyed in the months leading up to that day. The veil concealed most of her pixie face, but some of her long wavy blonde hair was revealed in the back. I was the luckiest man alive. Or at the time, I, and everyone who sat in that hot spring wedding, thought so. That was a year ago. In fact, it is our anniversary today. A glorious day - one full year of love and happiness. Three hundred and sixty-four days we had lived and shared our lives together. Our life seemed perfect, our marriage solid, and our happiness glorious. We made love on our wedding night with hurried passion, as if this long-awaited wedding was simply a dream. The next day, in a small bed and breakfast in Holland, we went slow and made passionate love that lasted for hours. Those days will always be remembered with great fondness. It was on our tour of Europe, on our honeymoon, that I first noticed a difference in the woman I thought I married. But, I'm not here to complain or even to give you a day-by-day account of our one year of marriage. The reason I'm writing this is to simply tell you about what happened on our anniversary. Please don't think I had lost my love for my wife; on the contrary, I loved her with all my heart. I would not have married her if I hadn't. One thing that was not lacking in our marriage was sex. Yes, if you haven't figured out what this story is primarily about - it's sex. Sex is what first attracted the two of us together, and sex is what drove us apart. It was also, not surprisingly, what also woke me up on our three hundred and sixty-fifth day together. My wife, Marie, woke me as she often does on weekends by making slow, gentle, passionate love to my cock using her hungry, talented mouth. Yet it wasn't any weekend, but our first anniversary. And my loving wife took special care not to wake me. Instead, she went extremely slow, using only the lightest of touches to harden my sleeping member. If you have never been slowly brought out of a deep slumber by a warm, moist mouth slowly licking, nibbling, and especially sucking on your cock - you haven't lived life to its fullest. Marie went slow, enjoying her work, each centimeter of shaft moved past her wet lips at a snail's pace. You see, as much as I enjoy waking to a mouth on my cock, she did this because she simply loved to have a man between her lips. I have come to the conclusion over the last twelve months that my wife loved to be used. Strange conclusion? Before my wedding, I would have thought so also - but now I know better. I've learned much over the last year, and have become just a little wiser. To be blunt, my wife likes to be humiliated, sexually speaking. Remember this is a tale about sex. It's not a tale of love and marriage, but of dirty sex. Extramarital sex, if you haven't yet guessed. I started to move my hips up, driving my hard cock into Marie's hungry mouth. When it was obvious that I wasn't asleep any longer, her slow, loving mouth suddenly became a starving, needy sexual orifice. My wife had become a very good cocksucker since I first met her - hell, since our marriage. My cloudy mind focused, and I remembered everything, and as it often does more frequently, I started to really work upon my enjoyment. I mean, I grabbed the back of her head with both of my strong hands and held it in place while I drove my hips up, savagely hitting her face with my pelvis. Instead of gagging or attempting to pull away from my rough hands, my loving wife moaned loudly and began to suck even harder. This is how our marriage had progressed in the last year. As my suspicions and my awareness grew, I decided to use her in the way I would never have used the woman I loved. At least before I knew that she lusted after that type of submission. When I mentioned earlier that I loved my wife, it wasn't a falsehood - just that it was clouded with anger, repulsion, and thoughts of revenge. Holding her head, I rolled over until I lay above her face, my legs straddling her chest. I then moved into a push-up position and began to really drive my penis into my wife's face. So dispassionate was I of her own predicament, I watched her below me. The woman simply went nuts, sucking me with a power that would amaze the most hardened hooker. With the amount of sex I had been getting the last year, I wasn't about to cum after several minutes of a hungry mouth. No matter how hot it was or how hard it sucked, I simply wasn't ready. I rolled to the side, pulling from her needy face. She groaned and tried to pull me back. I pushed her away, none too gently, and jumped off the bed. "Happy anniversary, Marie." She groaned before spreading her legs and pushing two fingers into her depths. I was resolved after her lustful display. "Over here, bitch, on your knees." She jumped quickly to obey and knelt with her knees on the edge of the bed, her feet hanging off. My wife has a beautiful bottom, always had. In fact, it was the first thing I noticed about her years ago. Other than kissing, fondling, and generally admiring that part of her, we had not done anything else. Until our honeymoon. In a little private cottage in Dover, she asked, nay begged, for me to fuck her ass. I admit I was reluctant, and though I enjoyed that round firm ass of hers, I hadn't thought of using it in that way. And I'll even admit that I was worried that I would hurt her. So, that first time, we took it slow and gentle. "I've got your first present for you, slut!" I aimed my cock at that wrinkled pink hole. "God yes! My first present!?" She squealed in delight as I drove forward into her bowels. It wasn't slow nor was it gentle as at that time in the warm little cottage a year ago. The only lubrication she had was from her own wet sex, and I knew it was wet - whenever I treated her rough, used her like the whore she wished she was, she was always wet. Maybe wet is not the right term, dripping sloppy wet may be better. It rolled down her strong slim legs and coated her whole waist area with it. The juices even slid between those firm cheeks and lubricated the area that I now enjoyed. She was as tight as the first time - the thick hard ring held me firmly as I forced my manhood past it. I didn't stop until I was seated deeply within her. My wife, well as you can guess, loved it. She was whipping her head back and forth, spittle flying in several directions. Marie's strong back danced as she tensed and clenched as each centimeter of penis was pushed in. I could see her hands turn into claws and grab a large bundle of the blanket. "You love it, don't you, bitch?" I grasped her round hips and began to pull my member from her ass, the sides stretching as the ring clenched at my cock. She groaned as the muscle attempted to hold me and it was pulled out with me. "God, yes!" Marie squealed. I loved that squeal - it was music to my ears. Before our marriage, it was proof that her own orgasm was not long in coming and that her body was reacting to my actions. It had been an ego trip, and it still was. My cock drove back into her, and she jerked forward in pain and pleasure; the ring was forced deep into her. Things continued this way for another few moments, her asshole becoming more accustomed to me and less painful to her. I began to pinch her nipples with one hand and found and played with her clitoris with the other. That was enough to send Marie over the edge. She orgasmed. Since the first time I saw my lovely blonde wife orgasm, I could never get enough. She would come with a loud scream, a clenching of every muscle in her body, and her head tilted up to the heavens. Marie's body would then sag, as if her spirit had left her, and I could see the sweat break out on her skin and each individual muscle quiver in delight. I got something out of this too - with my cock surrounded by her anal muscle, it had a very pleasurable sensation as it squeezed then loosened up. Suddenly I drove deeply into her, anticipating the next sensation.Her sphincter then began to quiver - it felt like it was pulsating upon my organ, and I groaned in my own pleasure. It wouldn't be long before I also finished. After one of the first times she had an orgasm with me, I stroked her body, held her, and kissed her brow with all the love I felt. She mewed with pleasure. Now, I roughly pulled from her asshole and threw her down onto her sweaty back, straddling her waist with my knees. My wife smiled, knowing that if I hadn't finished, then the game wasn't over. She was to be used again and again until I was satisfied - and she loved it. "Cum in my face, lover!" I grasped each breast and encircled my dirty cock. She giggled with a girlish delight and moved her head upwards to lick at the head of my penis. She greatly anticipated my orgasm. If there was one thing I had learned in the last year, it was that Marie loved cum. She loved it in her pussy, her ass, in her mouth, or simply upon the skin of her body. Especially the face, she loved for me to spurt my load upon the smooth pale skin of her pixie face. I was disgusted the first time I did it, at myself for what I did to her. Yet she more than reassured me it was okay - she begged for me to do it again! This time I was rough as I fucked her round tits. They were barely large enough to use in this way, but I knew that they were very sensitive, and she seemed to love the rough treatment I gave her. Nor did she care where my cock had just come from - I think she actually enjoys the knowledge and maybe the taste of her own ass upon my shaft. It was disgusting, degrading, and filthy - but that is my wife. I did come very quickly. My pearl-colored juices hit her chin before she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch as much as she could. She reveled in it, and she tried to wiggle lower, closer to my cock so as not to miss a drop. Well, it did - I let go of her white breasts and squeezed the last drops from its shaft. They left several telltale spots upon the smooth skin of her chest. "Lick me clean, bitch." She did, with relish and hunger. She tried to wipe the drops of cum upon her chest with her fingers, as she often does before she sucks her digits clean, but I stopped her. "No. You'll leave my cum on you until I give you permission otherwise. Is that understood, slut?" She giggled and spoke up from tonguing the ridge around the head of my prick clean. "Yes, dear. And baby?" She waited until I again looked down into her eyes. "Happy anniversary, lover." Marie meant it; she always meant what she said. The next hour was spent in our bathroom, as we had a shower together. My loving wife washed me from foot to head, not missing an inch, while I simply stood and enjoyed the hot water and her slow, soft hands. The proof of my enjoyment soon disappeared as the spray of the water washed away my cum from her skin. I then watched as she quickly washed her own body, not missing any place. Marie was beautiful. That was why it was difficult in the beginning to use her the way she desired. She didn't look like a common whore, a slut from the lowest dregs of society. In fact, my upper-class wife looked like a lady. And, for the most part, she was. No one that was in that church a year ago would even think I used her so maliciously, and she loved me more deeply each time. Nor could they picture my lovely blonde wife kneeling in the center of a circle of four guys, hungrily sucking their cocks. That was just one of the more recent episodes that I came across. In the beginning, it was little things, at least I only noticed the smaller things. Marks upon her round bottom that looked like someone had spanked her with an inch-wide belt. I saw what looked like a bruise, the fourth day of our honeymoon, on the lower side of her breast that I figured to be a hickey. My lovely wife may look like a lady, but she was a lowly slut. And after twelve months, I used her as one. She, of course, loved it. That is what this account is really about, why I sit here writing about our anniversary. How different it was from what I would have imagined just a single year ago. I actually contemplated resigning my position, but the words somehow formed in my mouth, "I have a special present for you, Marie." She beamed at me with happiness as she dried my wet body. "Another one?" She smiled at her joke, and by the look on her face, I guessed Marie would have been pleased to be ass-fucked yet again. "Yup. Put some sexy clothes on and meet me in the living room." I turned to leave, fearing my own plan. She had to dry and pamper herself, and could effectively be another hour. My wife, a slut or not, still loved to spend time before a mirror. This wasn't the life I imagined or wanted when I said those nasty two words, "I do"! In fact, there should be an easier way out of the relationship I'm in - especially since I feel the woman that woke me up this morning with her mouth is different than the one that stood before that crowd a year ago to pledge her life to our marriage. I guessed what Marie would wear for me as she appeared in the living room. She wore the white stockings, garters, heels, and a smile - all from that memorable and horrible moment from a year ago. In a way, this was her gift to me, herself as she had appeared on our wedding day. This day was different. I had planned to undo what I did wrong. She came around the door frame, walking slowly and eyeing me seductively, which didn't fit the image of the white clothing. Marie came before me and stood there waiting for me. "Happy anniversary, lover! Is there anything else you want today?" She of course, meant sexual. With my wife, it was always sexual. "Yes, in fact there is." I passed her the leather folder and a pen. Marie was very surprised at this strange turn of events. "Open and sign next to each red 'X' and be fast about it, bitch!" Was my hand quivering as much as it felt? I didn't look at it, worried I would give up my game before the cards were all dealt. Marie opened and was about to follow my instructions, trusting me fully as she had always done, when her eyes saw the subject line of the legal document. She sputtered out, "'Document of Separation'?" I forced a smile. "Yes. And the others are similar. If you turn to the last, you will see that they're divorce papers. All back or fore dated for your convenience, Marie." Her eyes widened, and I thought she was about to start crying. She didn't, but her eyes watered up considerably. When I first came up with this part of the plan, I thought my slut of a wife wouldn't care less about our marriage. So I was surprised at the look of emotion upon her face. Did she really care about me and our life together? If so, why all the late evenings when she returned home half undressed and smelling like a two-bit whore? Those thoughts passed through my head and hardened my resolve. "Why...?!" I interrupted, "Shut up, bitch. I sold you, but you can be happy that I took a loss. Used goods are not as expensive as one may think - experienced or not." And she had experience! Did she really think I didn't know about all those men? Marie had hardly tried to hide her infidelity, and my compiled proof about her was easily come by. Photos, audio, even love notes in her own handwriting could all be used as evidence if I needed. My wife dropped the folder and fell to her knees before me. "God, why?" That question wasn't even worth the breath to answer; she really did think I was stupid. She leaned towards me, her familiar mouth near my exposed cock. "Please, baby - is this some type of joke?" I reached out and grasped the back of her long blonde hair and pulled her towards me. I felt that wonderfully warm wet mouth engulf me with a newfound passion as she tried to suck any divorce idea via my cock. She moaned in delight, thinking that my rough handling of her was my show of passion and determination to continue with our marriage. She was wrong. I stroked her head and hair. "It's no joke, Marie. Over the last year, I discovered you were not the woman I married. So I'm divorcing you." She tried to take her mouth from me to respond, but my hand wouldn't allow it. "I love that woman who took those vows with me, but you are just a shallow slut of that woman." Tears welled from her eyes and dropped to my stomach. I finally pulled her from my cock and threw her before me on the hardwood floor. "Sign the papers, Marie. Your new owners won't like to be kept waiting." The moment she picked up the pen, I knew I had won, that I had a second chance for a life of love and commitment with a woman. Another woman besides the one kneeling before me. I don't know why she did it, maybe because she trusted me inexplicably or just because of the degrading feeling of being sold. Marie greatly enjoyed being degraded, and the unknown that was presented before her must have felt sweet to a woman desiring that. I guess I'll never know, but I don't much care either. Marie signed on eight dotted lines, forever changing how our lives would be from that moment forward. And her head hung down as she followed the well-dressed man from my house, a collar about her neck and her wrists bound behind her. I didn't even know where she was going, and I didn't much care. After she signed the documents, our life together was finished. That's not the end of this little tale; no, instead I'll let you know where I ended up after I sat smiling like an idiot by myself for an hour after Marie was gone. Her scent was still in the air, her clothes in my closet, and her memory very fresh - she would never truly be gone. Yet Marie's version of love was gone. As was the nights that I lay alone in bed wondering who my wife was with. She was no longer my problem. Another man, a man rich and powerful enough to control a slut like that, now had that problem. I drove to Carol's house.You didn't think I was the docile and patient husband this whole year, did you? Yes, I'm being hypocritical, but I don't give a shit. Live a week in my marriage bed and live the lies and deceit that my wife delivered almost daily to me, and then try to judge what I do on this day. My first and last anniversary. Carol was the woman I thought I had married a year ago - shy, quiet, gentle, and very loving. The lady immediately saw the strange look on my face and led me to her room. She undressed and guided me to the bed. Still clothed, she slowly made love to my body, making me forget what I had to do that day with tender attentions. Carol very much enjoyed sex - we had shared this relationship for several months, and she knew how to best excite me. Slow, gentle motions eventually leading to an explosive and mutual orgasm was usually the norm. She knew how my marriage bed had been, and our shared sex lives were opposite from that extreme. Her lips kissed my neck even while her fingers stroked my exposed cock to hardness. "I will marry you after the divorce, Carol." "I know, honey, and I'll give you the wife you never had." She knew of my marriage, being the one I confided in. "I love you!" I never doubted it. I was free and was loved as I always wished to be loved. That was when it happened. I reached around Carol's head and grasped her curly red hair in a firm grasp. Forcing her face back, I threw her off me and onto her stomach. The cock that she had coaxed hard thrust forward and between the curves of her ass. I forced myself into her rectum and never even noticed the scream of pain and fear from the woman who had just confessed her love for me. "Well, bitch, you want to be my wife, huh?!" Life is sometimes a vicious circle.

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Morgan

Kathy

"What do you mean, why did I do it? You and Tommy were in trouble and needed help. I helped. Big deal." Cindy pursued it, "The Mafia connection, Miss Smith. You've heard of the Mafia. It's an organization that runs things. Why did you do it? You are the straightest straight arrow alive! I think you're incapable of doing anything dishonest. Why?" "Do you mind if I call you Cindy?" Kathy asked. The girl smiled and said, "Not at all. I love the name, even if Tommy and I are the only ones who do. I would love it!" Kathy continued. "Where are you in school?" "I graduated from Rosemont College last June." "How about Tommy?" "He graduated from Lafayette College three years ago." Cindy was puzzled at the line of questioning. "What have you been doing since graduation?" "I loafed during the summer. Now I'm involved in the Junior League on the Main Line. And I'm getting ready for the wedding, of course." "When is the wedding?" "In June... in just two months!" "Do you like Tommy?" Kathy chose her words with care. "No, Miss Smith." Cindy replied coldly, "I don't 'like' Tommy! I love him! I adore him, perhaps... But no, Miss Smith, I don't just like him." Before she could move, Kathy had the younger girl in her arms. "I'm sorry. That was nasty of me. I had to know and you answered my question." By this time the girls had finished their meal. "Cindy, I may shock you. I am dying for a swim, but I don't wear a suit in the pool, so I hope you don't mind being around a naked woman. You probably wouldn't care to, but you're welcome to join me." With that Kathy went to her room, stripped off her clothes and stepped into her shower. She was interested to hear the sound of the shower running next door as well. She stepped out of the shower dripping and made for the pool. The April day was glorious with the temperature in the eighties with low humidity. Then she saw Cindy emerge from her bathroom, also dripping from the shower and also nude. Kathy could see that the younger girl was quite tentative, like a young bird just trying its wings. Kathy dove in and stroked back and forth. She heard the other girl hit the water an instant later. They continued swimming laps companionably until Kathy pulled herself from the pool with Cindy following. Kathy dragged up two mats. As she did, she could feel the younger girl's eyes following her as she moved. When they were settled on the mats, Kathy asked, "Do you approve?" Cindy jumped. "Approve of what?" "Me. I could feel you studying me. What do you think?" Cindy smiled and relaxed. "I think you are the most beautiful district attorney in the country, is what I think. No wonder you don't wear clothes! I would never wear clothes, either, if my body was like yours!" Kathy grinned, "Well, it just goes to show you. If you fish for compliments long enough, you'll eventually get one. Thank you." "That wasn't a compliment, it's the truth! Just look at me and look at you. I didn't think I was too bad, but compared to you I'm ugly!" Kathy accepted the invitation and studied the girl. She was about five feet three. Kathy guessed her weight at less than 110. Her face was oval with sensuous lips. Her breasts were proportionately fuller than Kathy's giving way to a small waist with very trim hips and beautiful legs. Her hair was light brown and -- judging by her pubic hair which was a slightly darker shade -- it was her natural color. Her body was lightly tanned with the tan accentuated by the white strips across her breasts and loins. Kathy got up and returned a moment later with tanning lotion. "If you're going to lie in the sun like this, you'd better use some. It's obvious you never lie in the sun nude and, believe me, you can burn in a hurry." She grinned at Cindy, "You better believe it's embarrassing when you can't sit down because you fried your ass and your breasts are jiggling like Jell-O because you can't possibly wear a bra!" Cindy took the lotion and started spreading it on her breasts and loins. When she rolled over, Kathy applied it to her bottom which was trim and firm. Cindy started laughing. The laughter grew in intensity as Kathy looked at her. "What's so funny?" she asked, puzzled. Cindy rolled over on her side to face Kathy. "I was thinking about what you said. The more I thought about it, the funnier it seemed! I can just see myself with fried boobs! And they would wiggle like Jell-O! I'm bigger than you, Kathy, but not nearly as firm." She made a startled face. "What was that?" Kathy asked. "That was Tommy squeezing one of my burned buns! He's an ass man. At least that's what he says. Whenever he thinks he can get away with it, he takes my buns in his hand and gives a gentle squeeze." "What do you do when he does it?" Kathy asked. "Well, the first time he did it I slapped his face hard and started to cry. Then I progressed to slapping his hand away. Now..." "Now, what?" "Now, I just melt! Kathy, I'm awful, but I do. I try to move his hand away because... because..." Kathy looked at her with understanding and said, "Because you feel that if he doesn't take his hand away you're going to melt. Your loins are on fire. Everything is getting wet. If he doesn't move his hand you're going to want more..." "You know! Oh God, Kathy, I want him so... I just want him inside so badly it hurts! I'm on fire here," she placed her hand on her crotch. Kathy could tell she was feeling the sensation as they spoke. She said softly, "Your cunt's on fire." Cindy's eyes widened for an instant, then relaxed. She lay on her back with her right hand still over her moist slit. "My cunt's on fire..." She went back up on her elbow. "I said it! It's true: my cunt's on fire." Kathy lay back to soak up the sun. The two girls slept. Kathy awakened the sleeping girl at four o'clock. Several times while Cindy slept, Kathy had applied more lotion to her breasts and loins. Cindy was still half asleep as Kathy led her into her oversized shower. They showered and soaped and rinsed. At that point when Kathy cut the hot water, the shower was suddenly ice cold. Cindy jumped and squealed. Then she just turned in the sprays, seemingly oblivious to the goose bumps that appeared all over her body. Kathy turned off the shower, gave Cindy a towel and took one herself. After toweling off her body and towel-drying her hair, she ran a comb through it and left the bath. She noticed that Cindy had put down the towel, reentered the shower and shampooed and conditioned her hair, too. Kathy was sitting in the library cross-legged watching the evening news when Cindy padded in and joined her. Kathy had made herself a martini and had left the pitcher at the bar. There was no mention of the rape arrest. It was what Kathy had been watching for. She turned off the television set. "I made myself a Beefeater martini. There's more in the pitcher, but I have almost anything else." "May I try one, please?" I've never had the nerve before. I had to wash my hair. After the day in jail yesterday I would like to be skinned to get rid of that... that..." Kathy held her tightly. "It's over. Don't think about it. Think about your wedding!" She released the girl and went to the bar. She returned with the drink and raised it in a toast, "To you and Tommy: Long life, love and happiness." Cindy blushed. "Thank you, Kathy." She took a sip of the martini and beamed. "I like it! It's good." "And they can be lethal," Kathy added."I think it's a better drink than what I see a lot of girls ordering today, though. I'm talking about those alcoholic milkshakes with every possible mixture of strange cordials. Some of them taste pretty good, but you have no sense of the alcohol content in what you're drinking. With the strange mixtures, it can be a good formula for getting sick, passing out, or both." When Kathy went into the kitchen to prepare steaks for dinner, Cindy followed with her drink. Kathy said she needed no help, so she sat down and watched the preparations. "You are a strange and wonderful person, Katherine Smith. You don't normally wear clothes in your apartment, do you?" Kathy looked over at the girl, startled. "You're very perceptive, Cindy. How did you know?" Cindy smiled fondly at this tall girl who had become her friend. "Two reasons. First, you move so naturally around the apartment. You are not only unconcerned about your nakedness, you're unaware of it. Secondly, the furnishings -- I love your taste, by the way -- feel good on my bare skin. I figured they were chosen with that in mind. I was serious, earlier. You have a perfect female body. Not a good figure, not good boobs, not pretty: Perfect, as in perfection!" "Cindy, how do you feel, by the way. I put more lotion on you while you slept. Are you okay?" Cindy put a finger on a breast and pushed. The finger mark indicated that the breast had received sun, but was not burned. "I'm fine," she said and started to laugh, "I wonder what fried boobs would taste like? Speaking of which, I'm ready to eat a horse. Will we be ready to eat soon?" For reasons she could not explain even to herself, Kathy served the dinner in the dining room. The meal was served on fine china and eaten with sterling tableware. She dimmed the lights and they ate by candlelight. When dinner was finished, she served coffee and cognac. "That was exquisite, Kathy. Is there anything you can't do well? And may I see your pistol I heard so much about on the news?" Kathy returned with her purse-holster. She withdrew the gun, unloaded it, and passed it to Cindy. The girl studied it with care, Kathy noticed, not as if it were some form of snake, and passed it back after deftly flipping it to pass it butt first. "It's a nice weapon. You used this to burn three men with five shots. Utterly incredible!" "You're familiar with firearms, I see," said Kathy. "Frankly, I'm surprised." Cindy grinned, "Shh! For God's sake, don't tell my father! He would absolutely freak out! *His* daughter handle a .38? The idea! The fact is, Kathy, I like to shoot. You know, I'm really looking forward to being married. Tommy's different. I don't think he would particularly like me to handle guns, but he would go along if there were a reason. It's like the sun. My father would freak out over tanned boobs! With Tommy, it would depend how they looked. I like yours, Kathy. They look so much... so much healthier when they're not pasty-white like mine. Do you mind if I try to tan mine?" "Of course not! In fact, I'm flattered, I guess." Kathy refilled the coffee cups and cognac glasses, and sat down again. "Cindy, do you feel like talking?" "Of course," she replied. "About what?" "About what you were doing in that dump yesterday with Tommy." She could see the younger girl start to tense and then relax. Cindy smiled, "You are a master of psychology, too, whether you know it or not. You ask *the* sensitive question! But first, we swam God knows how many laps. That's a great pool for swimming, by the way. Then we soak up the sun, have a magnificent dinner eaten while we're still nude, then have a couple of cognacs that taste like ambrosia. Now how in hell can I say 'I can't talk about that: It's too personal.'? The fact is, Kathy, Tommy was trying to help me lose my virginity!" The statement was made defiantly with a toss of her head. Her eyes were bright as she watched for a shocked reaction from Kathy. There was no reaction, as Kathy continued to swirl her cognac in its snifter. She looked up and said softly, "The way you say that, I gather it didn't work?" "No, damn it, it didn't!" Cindy suddenly started to cry. "Why me, for God's sake!? Every girl I know lost hers at age fifteen. Or at least it sounds that way. In the dorm at school these dumb bitches lie around in bra and panties and talk about how wonderful it was when Charley stuffed them or something stupid." She looked up at Kathy forlornly, "That's unfair and unkind. They're nice girls, really. It's just that I'm so jealous! Every time I hear this stuff, I get upset. Kathy, I have a very strong hymen. The damn thing just won't rupture. I'm pleased, really, that I'm a virgin for Tommy. I want to pop it, but it hurts so damned much. Then I had to watch that tape with that obscene man, Hannigan. We watched the tape of me and Tommy in bed together. That shit was creaming in his pants... and he made me watch it, too, the bastard. I feel dirty, thinking about it. What can I do, Kathy? Tommy's sex is so long and massive! I want it inside me desperately, but when we tried, the pain nearly killed me! Kathy, I'm like a girl dying of thirst, inches away from a crystal-clear lake, stopped by this awful membrane that I can't penetrate." The poor girl started to cry like her heart would break, "Kathy, please help me! Please!" Kathy held her until the sobs quieted down. Finally, she said, "You're serious, aren't you?" Cindy's head jerked up, with her eyes lighting with hope, "Can you? Could you help me..." Kathy stood up from the table and asked, "Would right now be soon enough?" Cindy jumped up, "Last year wouldn't be soon enough! Let's do it!" Kathy led her into the exercise room and had her lie on her back on the massage table with her legs spread wide. Kathy went to a cabinet, put on a pair of sterile surgical gloves, and took out a scalpel and a supply of surgical cotton. She returned to the table. "Cindy, you know what's going to happen. I'm going to need your help as much as possible. Open yourself as wide as you possibly can." Cindy spread her thighs wide apart to open herself and used her fingers to open her vagina as wide as she could. Kathy inserted her fingers with the scalpel tip exposed. She encountered the expected resistance, made a slit, and withdrew. "You can put your legs down now, Cindy." Cindy was crestfallen. "I was all ready. What went wrong?" She looked like she was ready to cry again. "Nothing went wrong. It's done. See." She showed Cindy the blood on the cotton. Cindy's eyes got as big as saucers. "That's all there is? It can't be. I didn't feel a thing. With Tommy it's like my insides are being torn out. Why?" "Honey, it's the difference between a scalpel tip and a male member. The scalpel just cuts. The member, in conditions like yours, batters." Cindy still looked skeptical. Kathy went off and came back with a vibrator that looked like a combination of a male sex organ and a flashlight. Cindy was sitting on the table cross-legged watching with fascination as Kathy assembled her gear. "Here," said Kathy, "Do something productive. Put this condom over the head." It was obvious in an instant that the girl had even less experience with condoms than she did with male sex organs. Notwithstanding, she did it. She unwrapped the condom and examined it carefully. She looked up at Kathy and smiled brightly, "Do you charge for educational services? This is wild! Whenever I'm with Tommy, we're both so hot and anxious for something to happen that nothing good ever does. Here I'm relaxed, the light is good, and most of all, Kathy, you don't treat me like I'm a little fool. Kathy, this is the way it unrolls, isn't it?" She showed the condom to Kathy, who nodded. The girl looked so proud as it neatly rolled down the imitation organ. "What now," she asked. "Now you put K-Y over it and put it into your vagina. You haven't got all sexed up, so you're probably very dry inside." Once again the girl approached the task with great seriousness, smearing K-Y jelly over the condom and then putting as much of the lubricant into her vagina as she could. "Now what?" Kathy grinned and then laughed. "Now you insert imitation male member (A), into real Cynthia Agnelli's vagina (B)." Cindy grinned, and carefully started to insert. Since she had spread the lubricant generously, the fake slid in easily to its handle. Cindy asked earnestly, "What do I do now?" Kathy could no longer control herself. She started to laugh, and her laughter continued and increased in intensity to the point she could no longer even stand. Tears of laughter started to roll down her cheeks. Cindy lay on the table with her thighs spread wide looking bewildered. She obviously didn't understand. Finally, Kathy regained control. "I'm so sorry, but I couldn't help myself. Look at your cunt, Cindy. What do you see? Cindy quickly extracted the device, then she, too, started to howl with laughter. She was laughing so hard Kathy had to catch her to keep her from rolling off the table and falling to the floor. The girls returned to the apartment still laughing. They went back to the dining table where Kathy poured more cognac and coffee. "Kathy, how did you keep a straight face for so long while this hopeless idiot has an imitation cock all the way up her cunt and wonders what to do next? My God, it's like that Polish sex manual that reads (1) Insert, (2) Withdraw, (3) Repeat, if necessary. I'm so sorry, Kathy!" "I thought it was so cute!" Kathy exclaimed. "You are such a sweet girl, Cindy. You're a virgin who doesn't want to be one. You're going to your husband untouched. Yet, it's so obvious that you have physical needs that you desperately need to satisfy. I think you two will do just fine."But Kathy," Cindy wailed, "we're not married yet! We won't be for two whole months! "You travel a lot, don't you, Cindy?" The girl nodded. "Have you ever checked in at a hotel by yourself?" The girl shook her head. "Has Tommy?" Cindy looked puzzled, but said, "I don't really think so. He's supposed to do some traveling on business, but he hasn't yet. I guess he travels pretty much like I do. Why?" "Cindy," Kathy replied, "I love you! Please don't lose that lovely innocence. But, Hon, what do you think happens when you and Tommy check in to a hotel? Do you think they ask to see your marriage license? Cindy, they really don't! They couldn't care less, and if they *did* care, they wouldn't do anything for fear of being sued. All they really care about is being paid. Honey, Tommy could register, 'Thomas Donetti and friend', and as long as his credit card is accepted by their machine, you're in!" Cindy's reaction took Kathy by surprise. "Do you mean to tell me that after Tommy and I get married, he could take any bimbo off the street into his hotel? That's not fair! I'll... I'll... I'll make him wear a chastity belt, that's what I'll do!" Then Cindy looked up and smiled forlornly. "Kathy Smith, do you mean to say Tommy and I could have just walked in off the street and had a suite at the Omni? With room service.... and champagne... and breakfast in bed...?" Cindy jumped out of her chair and started pacing the floor. "I'll kill him! I'll castrate him! I'll never speak to him again... Kathy, it's not right! Men are supposed to know how to do those things! After what he put me through..." "I think it's wonderful, Cindy," Kathy interjected quietly. Cindy stopped short and wheeled on Kathy, "What do you mean?" "I mean," Kathy replied, "that Tommy hasn't been shacking up with every bimbo he could get his hands on. If he had been, he'd know what to do. And Cindy, Tommy is a *very* handsome man. He could have dozens, and we both know it!" "Kathy Smith, you're some kind of wonderful person, you know that? I'm a dimwit for not thinking of that. You mean while I've been so hung up on being a virgin, Tommy's been waiting for years, too?" Kathy asked, "How long have you two been going out together?" "Eons! My God, I can't remember the first time. Kathy, you know about the family connection. Well, our families have been talking about it for as long as I can remember. I live in Bryn Mawr, and Tommy went to Lafayette which is just up in Easton, so we could be close. When I was at Rosemont, poor Tommy was practically commuting from Norfolk. And all this time... Of course!... Oh, the poor dear!" Cindy took Kathy in her arms and kissed her. "Thank you, Kathy. I've been such an idiot!" The next day was a repeat of the first, except it lasted longer. The weather was holding, so they swam, soaked up the sun, swam some more and just relaxed. That evening, Kathy called Tommy. He picked up anxiously on the first ring. "Tommy, this is Kathy. How are you?" "I'm fine, Kathy. I even have my skin. How... how's Cindy?" "Aside from being madly in love with you, she's fine. Why?" "Could I speak to her, please?" Kathy couldn't resist teasing him. "I'll see if she's free to come to the phone. Just a moment please." Kathy passed the phone to Cindy and sat down across the room. She watched Cindy open up like a flower while she talked to Tom. It was a pleasure to watch because they were obviously so madly in love. She put the phone down and looked at Kathy, "Tom would like to know if you would have dinner with us tomorrow night. Please say yes!" "Tell him I would love to," Kathy replied.

Book II, Chapter 16b

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Candy Kane

Girls Loving Girls Part 2

"Hi Lisa." Brenda held the door open. The petite seventh grader smiled and walked in, a small gym bag hung from her right hand. "You guys are really great to let me come over," Lisa said as she stood in the foyer and looked around. I could see her from the living room. She was dressed in short denim cutoffs and a Nike pullover. Her long blond hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore white tennis shoes, no socks. Her legs were long, firm, and starting to take shape; the two little mounds on her chest were developing nicely. Brenda was right, she did have a cute ass, and it definitely filled out her snug shorts. My pussy tingled at the thought of licking it. "Come on in, Lisa," I called. She walked into the living room, sat her bag down, and plopped down on the couch beside me. "You hungry?" I asked. "No thanks, Karen, I ate just before I came over." Then she turned and looked at the TV. "What are you watching?" she asked with a startled expression. I had one of my dad's X-rated videotapes playing in the VCR, the ones he and mom kept hidden and didn't think we knew about. I had located a hot scene just as Lisa arrived. "Oh, this," I said nonchalantly. "We rented a couple of movies for tonight. You like adult films?" As Lisa stared at the screen, two girls and a guy had just undressed each other. "Yeah, I guess," Lisa said, transfixed on the images. One girl knelt in front of the guy and put his dick in her mouth while the other girl crawled under her friend and ate her. Brenda came over and sat on the other side of Lisa. "This movie is guaranteed to get you wet," she said. "Yeah?" was all Lisa said, sinking back into the couch and slipping her shoes off. "You don't mind if I turn the lights down, do you, Lisa?" I asked. "No," she said, never taking her eyes off the sex on the TV screen. As the movie continued, the scene got hotter: the two girls were doing each other in a sixty-nine while the guy screwed the one on top from behind. The girl on the bottom licked her friend's cunt and the guy's balls at the same time. It didn't take more than a few minutes before I saw Lisa move her hand down between her legs. I tried not to let her know I was watching, but this was definitely promising. The hotter the movie made her, the better our chances of getting her out of those little tight shorts. Lisa reminded me of some girls we had fun with last summer. Brenda and I were counselors at a girl's camp in the mountains. One night we wound up looking after six twelve-year-olds while the rest of the kids went on an overnight campout. It started raining, so the eight of us were stuck in one of the cabins. The girls were all restless and horny, and the conversation quickly turned to sex. One of them had smuggled in a copy of Penthouse and started reading the letters out loud. One story was about two cheerleaders who took a shower together and wound up making love. This brought a lot of suggestive comments about what would happen if we all showered together. Then we looked at the pictures and decided to vote on the best ones. The winner was a pictorial showing three lesbians in a hot tub doing what girls do best. I was getting really turned on, and I told the girls I had to go pee. I motioned Brenda to follow me into the bathroom, and when we were alone, I suggested we sneak off to one of the other empty cabins and make love. To entice her, I put my hand down my jeans and slipped a finger into my already wet hole. I offered it to her, and she licked it clean, saying it tasted tempting. Then she pulled her pants down and sat on the toilet. As I watched her pee, she spread her legs so I could see the golden stream shoot out. We liked to watch each other pee, and I always got a tingle seeing her wipe herself. As she pulled her jeans back up, she said that after what she saw earlier, we might have more fun staying there. I asked her what she meant, and she told me that two of the girls went outside on the porch to smoke a cigarette. After a few minutes, she went to the window to see what was taking them so long, and she saw them making out and feeling each other up. I immediately saw her point; my pussy moistened at the idea of eating something that young and sweet. When we came out of the bathroom, the girls were still looking at the pictures in the magazine. This time it was a series of shots of a girl laying on her back in a bathtub letting the water shoot onto her pussy. Everyone agreed they had to try that as soon as they got home. Brenda had a couple of joints, and we all sat around and smoked them. Then someone suggested we play strip poker. To make it interesting, we decided that the loser of each hand had to let another girl remove the article of clothing. Brenda lost the first hand on purpose to break the ice. She picked me, and I pretended to be her boyfriend. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, seductively sliding it off her shoulders. Then I went behind her, reached around, and playfully fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra. The girls called out for more and cheered me on. I pulled one side of her bra down and flashed them a nipple. This brought more cheers and applause. I lost the next hand, so I stood up and made Brenda kneel in front of me and pull my jeans down. Like a guy shoving dollar bills in a stripper's garter, Brenda stuck a few playing cards in the top of my panties and asked me what she got for her "money". One of the cards was an ace, so I put it down the front of my panties and rubbed it on my wet pussy. I took it out and let her sniff. Then she passed it around, and the girls all agreed I smelled sexy. I told them they could sniff me for an ace and lick me with a full house. I'd go down on any girl that could come up with a straight flush. A couple of the girls frantically shuffled through the deck trying to put the right combination of cards together. We were laughing so hard we cried. Everyone really got into the game, whistling and clapping, yelling "take it off" or "go all the way". I lost another hand. Brenda removed my bra and teased my nipples until they were hard and stuck straight out. Then she hooked her fingers in the sides of my bikini panties and slowly pulled them down until my bare slit was showing. Just the week before, we had started shaving each other's pussies. She stuck her tongue out, but I pushed her away, saying she only paid to sniff, not to lick. That brought tons of laughs and catcalls. I pulled my panties back up, telling the girls I hadn't technically lost them yet, but I'd still give them something to look at. Pressing the thin silk crotch together, I stretched it so it disappeared between the folds of my pussy; my moist lips stuck out on each side. When I sat back down, I spread my legs so everyone got a good view. It made me so wet knowing seven girls were mentally eating me. The effect of the grass was really kicking in now, and everyone was acting silly and having fun. The comments were getting very sexual, bisexual to be exact. One of the girls lost the next hand. While her friend pulled the girl's shorts off, Brenda announced that all this was making her so horny she didn't care which one of us fucked her as long as it was soon. Each time it was our turn to strip a piece of clothing off one of the girls, Brenda and I would "accidentally" touch them between their legs, brush their nipples or whisper something sexy in their ears. By the time we were all down to just panties, everyone was masturbating, and the air was thick with the smell of wet pussies. Then a couple of the girls started French kissing and playing with each other. One of the girls, a pretty redhead with pink lace panties, had been staring at my partially exposed pussy for the last few hands. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes; she was dying to fuck me and made it a point to let me see the wet spot between her legs. Acting like there was no one else in the room, she stood up and slipped her panties off. Then she came over and sat in my lap, wrapping her legs around me. She held her panties up and asked me if I wanted a sniff. With our eyes locked on each other, I brought them to my nose, breathed deeply, and licked her girl-cum off the crotch. She smelled and tasted heavenly.Then she said that if I wanted, I could lick the real thing. We kissed passionately, and she ran her hand down between my legs. The other girls were going crazy watching us; the last of their panties flew off. Brenda went and turned out the lights, and the next thing I knew, there were naked girls everywhere. I had never heard so much slurping and sucking and moaning in my life. In the dark, it didn't matter who was with whom; it was a pussy-eating frenzy. My little redhead was so turned on that the first time I touched her clitoris, she screamed and climaxed. I remember at one point having two girls sucking my nipples, one eating me, and one sitting on my face. It was so much fun showing them how to please each other. The best part was when we all formed a daisy chain circle and everyone "ate at the Y". Eventually, we paired off and found an empty bunk. I lost count of how many times I came that night because the girl I slept with was having the first orgasms of her life and she was insatiable; we fucked for hours. When she finally fell asleep, I laid there for a long time with her in my arms, listening to the erotic sounds of the other girls making sweet lesbian love. The next morning, I awoke from a wonderful wet dream to find my little redhead back in my bed. She had her warm mouth on my breast and a finger in my pussy. I pulled her mouth to mine, and she tasted delicious. She said good morning and asked if I was hungry. I told her I was starving, and she giggled, saying she had something for me to eat. Then she got up on her knees, straddled my face, and lowered her adorable little pussy down on my mouth. Soon, her cries woke up all the others, and it didn't take long before the sounds of girls loving girls filled the cabin. Finally, when everyone had climaxed one last time, we got up and came together in the middle of the cabin. At some point during the night, we had all made love to one another. Now we lovingly pressed our naked bodies together, kissing and hugging; lovers forever. The girls would be going home that day, so we promised that next summer we would have a reunion. My little redheaded still calls me once or twice a month to talk about the night we made love. We always wind up masturbating together on the phone. Thinking about how much fun I had with all that fresh girl-candy made my pussy ache as I sat next to Lisa and watched the porn flick. I was really turned on, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa rubbing herself. "This is making me so hot," Brenda said and stood up. We wore only T-shirts and panties, and Brenda pulled her shirt over her head. She slipped her panties down and slid them off, purposefully bending over so Lisa got a full view of her ass and delicious slit peeking between her legs. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers as she sat back down, this time right next to Lisa. God, she played dirty, I thought with a smile. "What are you doing?" Lisa said. Her voice was more puzzled than alarmed as she looked at the naked girl beside her. "I don't know about you," Brenda said, "but I'm so fucking horny." She started caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples between her fingers. "Does this bother you?" she asked Lisa. "If it does, I can go in the bedroom and get myself off." "Well, no, I guess not." Lisa was not attempting to hide the fact that she was rubbing herself now, and Brenda's beautiful, naked body so close to her only seemed to add to her arousal. "I think you've got the right idea, Brenda," I said and pulled my shirt off. Without standing up, I slipped my panties under my ass and down my legs. Then I tossed them at Brenda, who held the crotch up to her nose. "Smells like somebody wants to fuck," she said and playfully tossed them back at me. "Are you guys always this . . ." "Horny?" Brenda said. "Definitely," I added. "Sometimes we get so turned on," Brenda said, "we do each other." Lisa's eyes grew wide as she looked back and forth at our naked bodies. The timing was perfect as the movie changed to a girl-girl love scene. It was obvious I had picked the right tape; there were two beautiful, young girls French kissing. Lisa watched intently as they got into a sixty-nine and went down on each other. "Don't you just love having your pussy eaten like that?" I said as I looked at Lisa. "I've never . . .," she said softly. Her little body must be on fire by now, I thought. Her hands were between her legs, her fingers fighting their way under the edge of her shorts. Brenda leaned over and whispered in Lisa's ear, "That'll be a lot more fun if you take your pants off." Without hesitating, Lisa wiggled out of her shorts and panties, and pulled her shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts, the size of ripe plums, looked delicious. When her fingers went back to work, I looked down at the most beautiful little hairless pussy. Lisa's fingers moved in and out, her head back slightly, her breathing heavy. The sight made me light-headed. Brenda winked at me, and I knew what she was thinking. In less than ten minutes, we had managed to get Lisa to take her clothes off and masturbate in front of us. This was too easy. Phase two of our seduction of Lisa was about to begin. So far, it had been each of us doing our own thing. Now it was time for group involvement. When the movie ended, I stood up. "I feel like dancing," I said and went over to the CD player. I put on a grinding rock song and moved back in front of the two naked girls. As the song started, I did my best slut dance; a lot of bending over and squatting down so Lisa could see what was between my legs. She stared at my crotch as I ran my hands up and down my body. Then I reached out and said, "Lisa, come dance with me." She gave Brenda a hesitant look and then turned back to me, not sure what to do. Brenda ran her hand up the inside of Lisa's thigh, lightly touching her pussy, and whispered in her ear, "Let's see how wet you two can make me." I danced over and took Lisa by the hand. Pulling her off the couch, I brought her to the middle of the room and started dancing beside her. She caught on quickly, and it was obvious she had a little slut in her too. Soon she was rubbing up against me, teasing me with her ass and sliding her hands seductively over her body and down between her legs. I could tell Brenda was thoroughly enjoying our little game. Lisa was definitely aroused; I could smell her pussy, and it drove me crazy. The song ended, and a slow song started. Lisa took a step toward the couch as if she was going to sit down when I grabbed her hand and pulled her back. "Want to drive Brenda crazy?" I said. "Let's see how sexy we can slow dance together." I turned her around so she faced my sister and pushed my crotch against her ass, pressing my tits into her back. Moving my pelvis in a slow, sexy motion, I placed my hands on her hips and guided her in sync with me. Lisa quickly followed my lead, and we moved over to dance just a few feet in front of Brenda. My sister already had her legs spread and was masturbating, her eyes glued to the spot between Lisa's legs. The music was perfect: slow and steamy. I felt Lisa reach behind and start rubbing my hips and thighs. She slid one hand down between my legs and played with my bush while she used her other to stroke herself. Then she closed her eyes and let her head drift back to rest on my shoulder. I kissed her neck and ear, whispering how fantastic her body felt against me. "Do you like it too?" I asked. "I love it," she answered, never opening her eyes. Her finger found my slit, and I trembled at her touch. I lightly pulled her chin around, and our lips met. I slid my tongue into her mouth. She tasted so sweet! We kissed as I felt her finger slide easily into my wet hole. Then Lisa let out a heavy moan. I looked down to see Brenda on her knees, her head buried in the little girl's crotch. My hands went up and cupped Lisa's breasts, and I closed my mouth over hers, exploring the inside with my tongue. It was all I could do to keep from falling, I was so aroused. Finally, I led her to the couch and laid on my back, pulling her down on me. She kissed me passionately, her tongue in my mouth. I pulled her knees up, spreading her open for my sister. Brenda lay between my legs and sank her face into Lisa's ass while she fingered me. I ran my hands all over Lisa's body, trying to taste and touch as much of her as I could. I was dying to eat her, but I let Brenda have the first taste. I could tell from their moans that both girls were really getting off. Lisa's hips ground into me, and her breathing became heavy. Suddenly, she let out a gasp, and her body stiffened. I continued kissing her face and neck as the orgasm washed over her. She lay on me, breathless, covered in sweat, her eyes closed. "God, I never felt anything like that before," she said after a few moments. "Just the first of many, my sweet little lover," I whispered to her. Brenda moved up and lay beside us, kissing me then Lisa. Our mouths were close, and the three of us kissed together. I could taste Lisa's juice on my sister's mouth; it was intoxicating. I had to have Lisa or I was going to explode. "Trade places, sweetheart," I said to her. She moved over, and let me up. As I worked my way down the couch, Brenda got up on her knees and straddled Lisa's face. She reached up and wrapped her arms around Brenda's legs, pulling my sister down to her eager mouth. At the same time, I lay between Lisa's legs and spread her little-girl cunt open with my fingers. Then I put my hands under her ass, pushed her legs up, and brought my mouth down on her. The sensation of tasting this delicious twelve-year-old was almost more than I could take.I ran my tongue up and down her slit, trying to taste her pussy and lick her ass all at once. I raised up to see Brenda, her head thrown back, eyes closed, her fingers caressing her nipples in a deep sexual trance as Lisa moved her tongue in and out of my sister. Lisa was totally ours now, her body completely overcome with the forbidden pleasures of girl sex. We climaxed together and finally lay back on the couch. Our bodies were covered in sweat, our faces and cunts dripping with girl-cum. The room was filled with the smell of wet pussies. After resting for a few minutes, Brenda said, "I'm going for a hot shower. Want to join me?" "Sounds nice," Lisa said. We each took her by the hand and headed up the stairs.

Part 2

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