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 Little Peepers                      by: Jem Aura (c) 2006







    

   Just as I was getting ready for bed, I heard a noise outside my window.
I'm not sure how I managed it, but I didn't look toward the window. 
Usually when you sense something, something unknown, it is nearly
impossible not to react to it.  It's instinctive and automatic.  But
somehow I was able to give no outward sign at all that anything was wrong,
but my senses were on high alert.

   I always knew my curtains were see through.  But I didn't really think
you could see any detail through them.  Of course, I never stood outside my
window at night with the lights on looking in.  I was wrong.  Later, after
all the excitement was over and I walked back up to the house and peered in
through my own window.  If I moved my head slowly from side to side, I
could see every detail in the room.  And I hadn't known that the panels
never meet quite right and it was easy to peer in at my bed through the
slit.

   There were other nights when I had been masturbating and imagined I had
heard a noise.  But this time it was certain.  I heard a shushing noise and
then later a muffled cough or sneeze.  I figured there must be more than
one, otherwise why would there be shushing noises?  And since it was
Saturday night, I suspected they were youngsters sneaking out of the house
getting their jollies.  Like my friends and I used to do.

   Then I thought to myself, what if they are gay boys?  Or are they girls?
Do girls ever peep?  The more I considered this, the clearer a plan began
to develop in my mind.  I thought quickly to figure out how to make it
happen.

   I stood in front of the mirror and flexed some.  Then I got my robe out
of the closet and put it on leaving it untied in front.  Sliding my boxers
off, I let the peepers catch a glimpse or two of my package, then I put on
some warm flannel pajamas and slippers.

   leaving my room, I stood by the front door looking out the window toward
my bedroom window.  All I could see in front of it was a black shadow cast
by the shrubs from the street light.  I flipped on the porch lights and
there they were, like deer in the headlights.  A couple of middle school
aged adolescent girls.

   Normally I would have burst out the door and scared the crap out of
them, but I waited patiently as they crept around the back of the bush and
out to the street.  Once on the street, they acted like they were just
walking along.

   I didn't recognize them as any of my neighbors' kids.  I clearly
remember, and had fantasized about girls such that I had known in middle
school.  They were so much more mature than the vast majority of the boys,
and a select few displayed unbelievable promiscuity, letting boys fondle
them under their clothes during recess in front of a crowd of onlookers.  I
had attracted the attention of more than my share of these girls with my
boyish good looks, but was always too terrified to take full advantage.  
Since then, knowing there are a small percentage of this type of girl
sprinkled throughout the world, I had dreamed about one appearing on my
radar screen.  This was as close as I had come to finding one - and there
were two.

   Taking my time so as not to spook them, I grabbed my back pack and
quietly exited the house through the garage and hopped on my bicycle.  In
my backpack was a very expensive mini-dv digital video camera.  It sported 
extreme low light capability and an incredible 33x optical zoom.  At the
top of the hill I stopped and peered through the viewfinder.  There they
were several hundred yards ahead walking casually along.

   At the next block they turned to the right.  At full zoom I could see
them clearly from a quarter mile away.  I glided down the hill and quickly
reached the corner where they had turned.  Taking up a new position out of
sight of passing cars, I watched the girls walk several hundred yards and
then finally cross the street and disappear into an open garage door.  The
garage was attached to a modest house.  Lights came on and they nearly
blinded me, the camera taking a second to adjust.

   I rode past the house in recon mode.  Mentally noting the house number
and which bedroom windows had lights on, I ditched the bike in a bush a few
houses down and walked back in front of the house.

   I could hear girls voices coming from the side of the house.  Several
low trees and a neighboring privacy fence provided cover as I crept around.
The voices were coming from one of the basement windows.  The blinds were
bent and tangled and there were several gaps to peer through.  The room was
a clutter of dirty clothes, magazines, dishes, soda cans, and boxes stacked
along one wall as if they had been rummaged through and not properly
repacked.  One of the girls was sitting on a couch watching TV while the
other was at a computer desk typing.  The computer monitor was askew
slightly from my vantage point, but it was close enough to the window that
I could see a boys face in a small window on the screen and scrolling lines
of text in another.  The screen was full of windows piled one on top of the
other.  There was a web-cam on top of the monitor.  The girls were sweaty
from their excursion and had taken off their shoes and blue jeans.  I could
see them piled just inside the door.

   The girls were talking to each other while still focusing on what they
were doing - chatting on the computer and watching TV.  One of the girls
spoke, "Hey, does your mom always work the late shift on weekends?" asked
the dark headed girl.

   "Now she does.  for the next six months, then she gets to pick her
weekend shift."

   "Can you spend the night at my house next weekend?"

   "Sure, we can swim in your pool.  Will your parents be home?"

   "I don't know.  They usually go out but not all night.  Maybe.  Why?"

   "Kevin's asking if he can see me next weekend."  With that the girl at
the computer, the one who apparently lived in the house, stood up, turned
her butt to the web-cam, bent over slightly and pulled down her panties. 
After two seconds, she pulled them up and sat back down and started typing.
I could vaguely see some movement on the computer screen.  The girls did
not pause in their conversation, or laugh or anything, making me believe
that this was all routine, which was especially surprising since I
estimated the girl's ages to be around 12 years old.  They were both
incredibly pretty: Thin and lithe, with a hint of breasts poking at their
loose t-shirts.  And they didn't seem the type to be so promiscuous.

   Lying down on the ground, I put my chewing gum over the red record light
of my camera, zoomed in tight on the computer screen, and pressed record.
Sure enough, there was her boyfriend, Kevin I guess, in his boxers with his
penis standing out of the opening in the front.  The girl seemed mildly
interested in what he was doing.  Her fingers were moving quickly on the
keyboard.  Then another window popped up and there was a different boy also
masturbating.  I could almost make out what was being said in the chat
window.  She stopped typing, leaned forward and lifted her shirt.  She
wiggled her small breasts at the camera for a couple of seconds, then again
went back to typing and clicking the mouse.

   All told she had six different guys all thinking she was their exclusive
sex toy.  And to my utter astonishment, one of the guys was at least forty
years old.  To this guy she stood facing the camera and pulled down the
front of her panties while he furiously whacked himself.

   I was anxious to get back home.  I hooked the camera up to my TV and
watched the video I had recorded.  Now that it was in full resolution size
on my hi-def TV and not in the camera viewfinder, I was able to clearly
read all of the words that they typed.  But at the moment, I wasn't
watching the typing - I had the camera looping through the girl lifting her
shirt and wiggling her breasts.  Almost the same instant I ejaculated into
my belly-button, I had a flash of inspiration -   "<kellybelly101> Okay,
here they are.", was the last line she typed before showing her breasts,
and then I noticed the title bar of the adjacent window with chatters
scrolling by "yahoo chat room - coolchat5"

   In about 45 seconds I was logged on to Yahoo and watching the exact same
window scrolling by on my computer.  The sidebar clearly showed
kellybelly101 present and accounted for.  After watching the chat log
scroll by for a while, thinking, I logged off and went to bed.

   Over the next several days I plotted and schemed a way to get her
interested in me.  The first couple of attempts she just blew me off and
would not chat with me.  I even tried posing as a girl, but no luck. 
Slowly a plan was developing.  It basically involved telling the truth.

   I started by picking the name <peepedupon101> and started insisting on
an audience with her majesty.  When she finally responded I told her most
of the truth, with a small lie or two attached.

   <peepedupon101> Hi KellyBelly, You don't know it yet, but we've met.

   <kellybelly101> I don't think so.  No one on line knows who I am.

   <peepedupon101> I do.

   <kellybelly101> no way, prove it

   <peepedupon101> You live in Winchester Illinois

   <peepedupon101> On Mapletree Lane

   <kellybelly101> Who is this?  Is this Shelly?

   <peepedupon101> Is Shelly your blonde friend?

   <kellybelly101> Shelly told you.  She promised me she wouldn't tell
anyone.

   <peepedupon101> Shelly didn't tell me anything.

   <kellybelly101> Yeah right.  She is the only way you could know.  Unless

   <peepedupon101> Unless what

   <kellybelly101> Unless you are my mom.

   <peepedupon101> I'm not your mom.  It will all make sense once I tell
you who I am.

   <kellybelly101> Well don't keep me waiting, I'm freaking out here.

   <peepedupon101> I live near you.  You and Shelly were spying on me
through my bedroom window.

   <kellybelly101> No way

   <peepedupon101> way

   <kellybelly101> How did you find me here?

   <peepedupon101> I followed you home and spied on you at your basement
window.  I had a pair of binoculars and read your computer screen.

   <kellybelly101> why are you doing this?

   <peepedupon101> I'm warning you.

   <kellybelly101> we won't do it any more, if that's what you mean.

   <peepedupon101> It's not

   <kellybelly101> what then?

   <peepedupon101> I have surveillance video of you peeping in my window.
It's not the first time I heard you out there.  I don't like trespassers. I
had them installed months ago, the last time I heard you outside my window.

   <kellybelly101> so?  big deal.

   <peepedupon101> It is a big deal.  I have a link to the criminal
statutes for the state if you want it.  Voyeurism  (trespassing for the
purpose of spying for sexual gratification), is a felony.

   <kellybelly101> I'm only 12 years old.  They wouldn't arrest me.

   <peepedupon101> I wasn't going to give it to the police.  I was thinking
the TV news.  They eat this stuff up.  And they would pay me for it.  A lot
of money.

   <kellybelly101> I don't think you can do that.  You'd get sued by my
mom.

   <peepedupon101> No, I've already checked into it.  You were on my
property without permission.  I was perfectly within my rights to conduct
surveillance and the video belongs to me to do with as I choose.  Channel 5
is very interested.  They've called me back three times.

   <kellybelly101> brb.

   A long wait had me wondering if she was coming back.

   <peepedupon101> Are you there?

   ******** kellybelly101 has left  yahoo chat *******

   I think I might have scared her.  I guess it would be kind of scary.

   Several minutes later, sitting on the toilet, there was a knock at the
door.

   Finishing as quickly as I could, I peered through the curtains.  I could
see Kelly, her face streaked with tears, fighting back sobs.  A shockwave
of fear raced through my mind and body.  I had not expected this.

   As I opened the door to speak to her, she pushed hard and forced her way
in.  Taken by surprise, I fell back.  She closed the door with her back,
and slid to the floor sobbing up at me.  She said nothing.  Her face and
lack of words told me she didn't have a clue why she had run to my house,
other than being desperate.

   I offered her my hand and after a significant pause, she accepted it.

   Lifting her from the floor, I pulled her into a fatherly
'hush-little-baby-don't-you-cry' type of hug.

   She stiffened and tried to pull away, fearful of everything she hadn't
bothered to imagine yet.  She was shorter and more petite than I had
imagined her, now that she was right in front of me.  I brushed her hair
from her face with my fingers and smiled as warmly as I could down at her.
She relaxed a little but could not stop crying.

   "I'm sorry I scared you.  I was just toying with you.  I mean, I was mad
at first.  That's why I followed you.  But when I realized I could find you
in the chat room...  well, I was just getting even, trying to teach you a
lesson.   There's no video.  You don't have to worry.

   With that she choked out some powerful, happier sobs that shot snot and
saliva several feet down the hall.  Pulling  away, she slapped me several
times on my shoulder and arm, "God, I can't believe...".  Pausing she hit
me half heartedly a couple more times then crept back into my arms. 
"You're good.  You really got me."

   When her halting breaths finally slowed and smoothed out,  I ushered her
into my kitchen and sat her on a bar stool.  I pulled a Pepsi and a Dr
Pepper from the fridge and offered them both to her.  She pointed to the
DP. I poured it into a tall glass, plopped a couple of cubes in and handed
it to her.

   "You okay?"

   Kelly nodded and sniffed.

   I slid a box of Kleenex down the long counter to her, then sat on the
opposite side, facing her.

   "You sure are brave coming here all by yourself to kick my ass."

   She chuckled a little in the middle of a very soggy nose blow.

   "I really am sorry.  You seemed like such a hard ass, chatting with all
of those guys.  You scared the shit out of me coming here."

   "I can't believe you saw me doing that."

   "No worse that what you saw me doing."

   I noticed in her eyes that she had quickly reviewed the mental record of
whatever she had seen me doing, leaving no doubt she was guilty of more
than one event - probably many more.  She made no attempt to deny it.

   "I thought you were black mailing me."

   "You wouldn't have enough money to blackmail"

   "I mean for sex"

   "I know what you meant.  Actually, the thought did cross my mind.  I'm
not a mean guy.  I could never do something like that.  Anyway, I can't
enjoy sex unless the girl is willing."

   She took a sip of her soda and considered for a moment.

   I asked her, "I didn't think girls liked peeping.  Why would you want to
spy on me?  I'm and old man compared to you."

   "Shelly and I watched you cut your grass last year.  We snuck into some
big pine trees across the street...  you don't look old to me."  Her eyes
went to my chest and arms and did a close up appraisal.  She approved.  "It
was that same night that we snuck over the first time and looked in your
window.  We were playing truth-or-dare."

   "And what was I doing?"

   Her eyes twinkled deviously for a split second, and then she said: "You
typed on your laptop for a long time, but then you..."  She spoke the last
few words with her eyes"

   "Are you kidding me?  Really?  I did?"

   Kelly nodded, smiling.

   "Very embarrassing."

   Kelly shook her head no: "Very cool -  that was the first time either of
us got to see one.  Because of you we started getting guys to do it on
line. We've seen lots since then."

   We talked for a while about where she moved from across town, which
school she used to go to, her friend Shelly being from her old neighborhood
all the way across town, etc.  More to the point, I learned that her mother
works a lot of overtime for not a lot of money, and drinks the rest of the
time.  I was more than a little nervous having the girl in my house, and
she seemed content and willing to talk on and on and on.

   I apologized again for scaring her and ushered her out the door.

   A few months later she considered me to be one of her best on-line
friends.  Her and Shelly had performed some lude acts into their camera
with me protesting and them laughing, which seemed to make them want to do
it all the more, and even more outrageously.  And I had to deflect all of
their attempts to get me to invite them over to my house.  These girls were
very dangerous.   Especially when they were together.  When they were
together, the antics seemed to be unlimited.

   On a particular fall Friday evening we had been chatting on the computer
and I 'brb'd'  them.  I had been chatting with both of them at the same
time, which usually only happens when they are sleeping over at each
other's house.  I needed to fix some dinner.  A few minutes later the
doorbell rang.  Realizing who it probably was, I nearly shit my pants.

   "Hi girls"

   Kelly again tried to force her way in but I had my foot planted behind
the door.

   "Where do you think you're going?"

   "C'mon, let us in, pleeease?" moaned Kelly, glancing at the street like
she was being followed.  Shelly stayed quiet but had a very similar look of
guilt.

   I craned my neck out the door and looked up and down the street.  "Did
anyone see  you?"

   "Not that I noticed"

   "Did you even look?"

   "Not really."

   I let them in.  "You shouldn't even be here.  I know what you girls are
about and I don't want to go to jail."

   The seriousness and cut of anger in my voice made the girls go quiet,
looking up at me with wide, fearful eyes.  There is something primal about
the way that particular moment affected me.  Time slowed in that instant.
My instinct awakened and spoke to me.  It had recognized something that it
had seen a million times before - something it always is looking for...  
In the span of a few seconds the girls went from feeling fancy free and in
control - the way they move so sultry and flirt so openly, and especially
the tilted looks that are sometimes accompanied with flinging hair or a
quick flash of the tongue - now having shattered that reality with my flash
of anger, the girls quickly switched to a posture of submission - a posture
that says 'We're sorry.  We'll do whatever you want us to do.  We don't
like it when you are angry, We want to be here with you much worse than we
want to get away from your anger.  We can endure it.  We trust you.  Tell
us what you want us to do to make you happy with us again.'    The body
language being used by the girls is the same language girls that age have
used for hundreds of thousands of years.  It's part of the human mating
ritual, and my instinct could read their intent as if it were tattooed on
their foreheads.

   "Come on in." I said, softly clamping my hands on the back of their
necks and guiding them into the kitchen.  Both of them glanced up at my
face to read my expression, so that their own instinct could read in my
body language if the message had been received - the affect of their
wiles.   Shelly's instinct was telling her to do something, anything:  She
leaned against me and draped her arm around my waist.  It was a very sweet
gesture and it created an awkward situation.  Certain gestures like that
cannot just be ignored.  I felt compelled to express some sort of affection
toward her in response.  For the moment, my arm draped around her as well. 
Kelly was oblivious and just let me lead her through the house.

   We entered the kitchen.  I had intended to sit them on barstools and
serve soda, but now that would not do at all.  I could not break physical
contact with Shelly or the moment would die and she would feel rejected. 
So I released Kelly to the other side of the bar, sat down on a barstool,
and pulled Shelly between me and the bar, between my legs, as we faced
Kelly.  I enveloped her and had her completely penned in.  My hands settled
on her hips, the firmness and shape of her hourglass was evident to me at
once.   Before anyone spoke, the girls exchanged looks.  I couldn't see
Shelly's face but I suspect it was somewhat triumphant due to Kelly's
difficult to describe but easy to read look of exasperated defeat while not
showing any animosity toward her friend.

   Shelly reciprocated my gesture of affection by leaning back against me.
Her butt contacting my inner thighs, back bending until her shoulders
touched my chest and my face wafted in the fresh herbal scent of her
shampoo.  She left me nothing to do with my hands now except wrap them
completely around her.

   "Hasn't anyone ever taught you girls that it is rude to just pop in on
people?"  I still had on my gruff, angry voice, but the fact that I was
openly expressing a great deal of affection toward Shelly took all of the
teeth out of it.

   "We didn't think you would mind." Said Shelly.

   "You mean other than the fact that I have threatened you many times not
to come over?" I said, accusingly.

   "I remembered you told me that you always did your laundry on Thursday
night.  So I thought we could help you." Said Kelly.

   "That is awful sweet of you.  But we hardly know each other.  Are you
sure you want to be handling my dirty underwear?" I glared as they lauhed.
"It seems kind of suspicious to me, like there must be another reason for
you being here?  Maybe something you're wanting?"

   The girls' eyes went wide and they laughed, nodding their heads.

   "I can't imagine what you think I can offer you in exchange.  But for
now, can I offer you something to drink?  Soda?"

   "Like, what else do you have?" Asked Kelly, suddenly interested.

   "Oh, let's see." I pushed Shelly gently away and went to the
refrigerator, "Milk, orange juice, beer, wine,"  then moving to the cabinet
over the stove, "vodka, rum, whiskey, gin.   I also have coffee."   I
stared at them expectantly.

   "We don't like beer or wine, and I've never tried anything else.  Have
you?" Kelly asked Shelly

   "Nope." replied Shelly.  Shelly had moved across the kitchen watching me
search for drinks and I noticed she was giving me these incredibly sultry,
mischievous looks, tugging at her shirt exposing her midriff, and striking
poses that forced me to stare at her.  And stare I did:  It was the
strangest behavior from a girl so young and innocent looking.  It must have
seemed as if  I was getting into it (which I was), but my stunned and bald
staring, with the freezer door standing open, was not due to that.  It was
how strange it seemed to me.   Shelly did not strike me as the aggressive
type, but she seemed comfortable and confident in the affects of her
behavior - or totally unaware.  I could not just let it be.   "Shelly, what
are you doing?" I asked confused. 

   "What?" She replied, suddenly standing still, her arm tangled in the
waist of her t-shirt.    I reached into the freezer and pulled out a frosty
square liqueur bottle.   Nervously now, Shelly had both arms wrapped in the
t-shirt and she bent her elbows, bringing her hands that grasped the hem up
in front, stretching the fabric to it's limit - so tight that she could not
hold it there and her elbow sprang up, exposing her small bra.

   "Are you planning on stripping for us right there?"  I asked
sarcastically.

   Shelly seemed confused at this.  She examined what she could remember of
her recent behavior and realized she had indeed been acting strangely. 
This prompted her to try to understand why, in hopes of finding a way to
explain so that she didn't appear crazy.   It wasn't immediately aparent to
her, so as she drifted deeper inside herself looking for the answer, her
eyes drifted to a spot on the floor  and she slowly shook her head.   "No."
she said softly.

   "Here, you might like this.  It is a sipping liquor, orange flavored,
called Contreau."

   I got out three shot glasses and poured a quarter shot for each of them.
They tentatively sipped and quickly acknowledged their approval.  It was
sweet and the alcohol was masked.  I set the bottle on the bar and told
them to help themselves.  I poured myself a full shot of whiskey, downed
it, and then poured another.  Seeing me, the girls filled up their glasses
and sipped faster.

   Coming up behind Kelly, I ran my hand up and down her back.  Gently
massaging her neck, then scratching down her spine toward her hips - then
sliding my palm along her hip and thigh.  Kelly's head slumped, her hair
hanging down, obviously enjoying the affection.  I set my shot glass down
and used both hands to repeat in stereo what I had just done.  This time,
on my way back up, I caressed her sides and allowed my fingertips to brush
the edges of her breasts.  Shelly watched as I repeated this a couple of
times, and unaware to her, she reverted back into her strange behavior.  I
seemed on the surface that she was trying to draw my attention away from
Kelly by flashing skin and panties, acting very much like she were
rehearsing a strip-tease act.  It was very confusing trying to figure it
all out,  what I should do, how I should treat each one so that it didn't
all blow up in my face.   And it was scary being the focus of attention of
such fanatically promiscuous girls.  I decided to play it coy and leave
them alone for a while, so I went to the laundry room and left them to work
out their own schemes and sip their Contreau.

   My exit allowed the girls to hatch some new plots.  I could hear their
excited whispers and choked back laughing.  My only plan at this point was
to get the girls on the defensive by starving them for my affections -
defensive in that they would soon be saying things like 'anything you
want'.  Those three words give me a hard-on.

   One small problem that would soon be remedied was that I needed a
shower. Any time I am faced with the prospect of physical intimacy, I
become aware of my state of personal hygiene.  Right now it was not good,
and a shower seemed the right thing to do to temp the girls and hopefully
get them doing outrageous, out of control things.  At least I hoped they
would.  And if they took the initiative to come barging in on me, Then fair
play dictated that I should get equal amounts of exposed flesh -
eventually.

   So I floated through the kitchen on my way to the shower, carrying some
folded laundry, and immediately I noticed the affect the Contreau was
already having on the girls.   "Hey, you better slow down on that stuff or
you'll pass out and miss all the fun."

   Their riotous laughter was another indicator of their inebriation,
because I didn't find anything funny in what I had said.

   "This is really good schtuff." Said Kelly, spitting  on the bar top
accidentally.  And of course this caused more laughter.

   "I've got to take a shower." I took their bottle, poured them a little
more, and then put it back in the freezer.  "This 'schtuff' will sneak up
on you if you're not careful.  Wait a little while and see how you feel. 
Then you can have some more if you want."

   I took my shower,  purposely leaving the bedroom door wide open and the
bathroom door unlocked.  While the hot water began to have it's soothing
affect, I thought about Shelly, trying to sort out what was going on with
the weirdness.   There was something nagging at me - something familiar. 
 Then it struck me all at once: I had seen her fidgeting with her clothes
in a similar fashion while chatting with them online and watching them
through their webcam.   I mean, the whole purpose of sex chat with webcams
is to expose yourself.  She had apparently developed some strange habits as
a result of her daily online activities, and now she did them
subconsciously whenever she was feeling sexy or aroused.    "That has to be
it.  " I said outloud to myself. 

   "Has to be what?"  asked Kelly as the door to the bathroom swung open.  
Sure enough, they stumbled in giggling and laughing.  I knew my body was
nothing to be ashamed of.  I was 6'-2",  225 pounds and well toned.  I had
great skin and an attractive package.  The shower door was frosted so they
opened it to get a look at me.

   "Just like old times, huh?   The peeping Nancys?"

   The alcoholic affect was very apparent in the way their laughter died
away to blankly staring right at my dick, unabashedly, with greedy eyes.

   There was no way to keep my erection from occurring, watching their
young eyes wide with wonder and openly gawking.  I knew it would come up.
 But there was no way I could just stand there and do the Chippendale dance
while it did.  So I headed it off.

   "I'm almost done.  Go pick a movie or something." I splashed water at
them and the spell was broken.  Smiling up at me with deepening blushes
they found their way back out of the bathroom, steadying themselves and
bumping into each other.

   I put on a combo that I knew was deadly - flannel pj pants (the ones I
knew they had seen me in through the window) and a tight white tank
t-shirt. Tight white briefs underneath would save me from embarrassing
tents in my flannel pajamas.

   When I came out, I found Kelly at my computer and Shelly in my
over-stuffed recliner.

   Kelly asked, "Do you ever look at porn?"

   "Sometimes.  Why?" I asked

   "Is that what you were doing on your laptop?", she asked.

   "Kind of, I was reading a sexy story."

   "Where do you get it from?"

   "Newsgroups"

   "The news?"

   "No.  There is a part of the internet called 'newsgroups'.  There are
groups for anything you can imagine.  Especially porn.  There are thousands
of them.  People post pictures and videos and you can down load them for
free."

   "Come on, show me."

   "I don't have it set up on this computer.  Go get my laptop from the
bedroom."

   Kelly sprang up, took a step and fell down.  Laughing it off, she weaved
her way toward my room.

   Looming over Shelly in the chair I offered my hand.  She took it, not
knowing what I wanted.  In one motion I lifted her up, spun her around as I
sat down, and pulled her into my lap.  I reclined the chair and she spooned
herself into my arms.

   When Kelly returned, I gave her instructions on how to find the
newsgroups while I became more acquainted with Shelly.  I knew where my
cache of files were but I didn't want her seeing those.  Leaving her free
to explore the groups on her own:  I'd find out what turns her on and she'd
be occupied for a while so I could focus on the incredibly lovely (if not a
little strange acting) creature in my arms.

   "You might not like some of the stuff in those groups.  " I warned.   
"There are a lot of sickoes out there.  Nobody sensors what is posted."  
Shelly was rubbing her fingers on my face, enjoying the feel of my stiff
whiskers on her soft skin.   Kelly said nothing and continued browsing the
newsgroups, reading the descriptions.

   "Hey, here's one: 'gaypreteenboys', and 'gayteenanal"

   I steered her toward some of the groups I knew of.     She began
scrolling up to find them.     I whispered into Shelly's ear, "Kelly's a
nympho, isn't she?"

   "Yep." She whispered quietly in my ear,  "I kind of am too, but she's a
lot worse than me."

   "Is she still a virgin?"

   Shelly shook her head, smiling wryly for her friends accomplishment.  "I
am, but she's not." She whispered.

   All of a sudden Kelly squeeked "Holy Shit!  look at this!"   She turned
the screen so we could see.  It was a black guy stroking what looked like a
twelve inch cock.

   "Oh, my God!"  said Shelly, craning her neck around to see.  Then looked
back at me with a little fear in her eyes.  Fear that maybe I'm bigger than
she remembered.

   Soon Kelly was on to other pictures, each one a new fascination.  One
was  a close up of a girl with sperm all over her face and the head of a
dick near her mouth.

   "Which groups do you like?" Kelly  asked.

   "Teenage girls are what I look for.  They are in a whole bunch of
groups. But there are a lot of pictures in those that are illegal.  You
know, child porn." I suggested a couple of groups to try.

   She clicked away and I ran my hands along Shelly's back and hips and
thighs, caressing her.  Shelly continued to rub her fingers against the
grain of my stubble, her face an inch from my neck.  She was in a dreamy
sort of mood and kissed my neck periodically as if tasting me.    All of a
sudden she shuddered, as if waking up and becoming aware of what she was
doing all of a sudden.  She raised her head to look at me.  When I turned
from Kelly to look at her, our mouths were inches apart.  The awkwardness
embarrassed us both.  Shelly shifted her body nervously, then resolved to
kiss me on the mouth.  She pressed too hard, was trying too hard - to be
'womanly' I guess.  She poked her tongue in my mouth like an anteater on a
termite mound.  She knew she was failing miserably, and her rising panic
was making things even worse.

   I clamped her head in the vice between my bent left arm and my hand that
now grasped her jaw.  I whispered in her ear,   "Hold perfectly still.".

   Pulling her jaw open I kissed her soft and deep, slowly sliding my wet
lips across hers, gently caressing her tongue with mine.  When I felt the
tension leave her body, when she finally melted in my arms at the slow,
methodical kiss she kept trying to complete, trying to anticipate an end
to, the kiss that I was drawing out to its fullest extent,  against her
impatient hummingbird method, she melted even further into my arms.  The
kiss did not end there.  When I pulled away to trace my tongue across her
lips and teeth, under her lips, behind her teeth, she was totally still, a
rag doll in my arms, mouth open, blushing deeply and swooning, eyes
closed.   Once I knew she was utterly relaxed, I began slowly, very slowly
sliding my hand from her jaw toward her neck.  So slowly that each inch
took a full minute.  In her relaxed mind she was aware of my hand moving,
sliding along, but she also knew at that rate I would be sliding along for
quite some time before arriving anywhere.  The kissing of her mouth
continuing, her focus returning there, the hand still sliding along her
neck ever so slowly, and the kissing...   the kissing must continue...  is
continuing...    "His hand is on my collar bone, sliding..." she thought
 "His soft lips, his tongue, I'm so comfortable in his arms...  his hand is
moving across my t-shirt.  He is going to slide right over my breast... 
but when?  Not for a while still... , his lips are wet, and his tongue
feels nice under my lips, sliding across my teeth.  Oh, he has my breast in
his hand.  When did that happen?  I don't remember.  It feels nice to be
adored by a real man."  The dialogue ran on in her head.

   My hand had been lightly skimming her body as it slid along, but now on
her breast I cupped it firmly and then slid my hand slowly back up to her
neck.

   She opened her eyes, but otherwise remained perfectly still.  We stared
in each other's eyes.  I smiled and raised my eyebrows a little, relishing 
my victory over her.  She did not smile.  Instead, she sat up, pushed me
back and loomed over me, a sincere look of hunger on her face.  I could see
it in her dreamy eyes and pouting lips, and the forward tilt of her head as
she closed the distance to my mouth.  She practiced the method she had just
learned,  at length, and I rubbed her very small breasts through her
t-shirt while she did.

   Kelly had glanced at us a few times, but was otherwise content to
explore the new medium I had introduced her to.

   "Do you like this one?" Asked Kelly, turning the screen towards us.

   It was a pre-teen girl, probably 11 years old, lying on her stomach with
a seductive look on her face, her ass protruding upwards showing off a
string thong.  She was topless, her breasts just small points.  I was about
to say that she was way, way too young, but then I considered, she was only
about one year younger than these girls.

   "Yeah, I like it." I said, having seen that picture many times before.
 "But she's a little too young."

   Kelly continued to click away, now with the specific goal of finding
something I really liked.  Shelly had moved back to kissing my neck.

   "What about this one?"

   Turning the screen toward me she had found a picture of one of the
classic 'teen' models that are actually retired strippers in their late
twenties with pigtails and modified breasts.

   "She's okay, I guess, but she's no teenager.  "

   A little while later she had another she wanted my opinion on.  She had
found a picture of one of my favorite girls.  She was lying back on a
luxurious bed completely nude, her legs spread partly open and her arms
splayed above her head.  The girl was about 12 and had very nicely formed
small breasts.  Her pubic hair was barely forming, a soft wispy curl.

   "Very nice." I said, emphatically.

   Hearing this, Shelly turned and looked.  Her eyes beheld a girl almost
exactly like her in age, build, hair color, and even facial features.  She
turned to me, smiled knowingly, and went back to practicing her kissing.

   "Isn't this child porn?" Kelly asked about the picture she had just
shown me.

   "Not really.  She isn't doing anything sexual.  It's considered to be an
artistic nude and they aren't illegal.  You can find books with pictures
like those at the bookstore."

   A little later she said, "What about this?"

   This time it was a very young girl stroking a man's penis.

   "That will get you five years in prison."

   Kelly looked back at the screen and then back at me.  "How do I get rid
of it?"

   "I'll get rid of it later."

   With that Kelly turned off the laptop, closed it, and went to the
kitchen.     "Get mine." Shelly yelled after her.

   Kelly returned with their shot glasses re-filled.  Handing one to Shelly
they both took two small sips and set them on the end table.  Kelly climbed
aboard on my other side and now I had no free hand to caress Shelly with.

   Kelly sat there staring at me.

   "Well, here we are." I said, stupidly after a long pause.

   "Yep, here we are." Said Kelly.

   Shelly raised up and kissed me again, not knowing if Kelly had seen her
new talent.  She drew it out with her soft lips twisting slowly from side
to side, licking around the inside of my mouth, like I had taught her.  As
soon as she finished and settled back down to nibbling my neck, Kelly
kissed me much the same way, but longer, apparently trying to best her
friend.  I thought I could sense some tension building between them. 
 Predictably, Shelly kissed me again even longer.  But while Kelly was
waiting her turn, she cupped her hand on my crotch and began rubbing me,
knowing I was pinned down and could do nothing.  My sudden tense and
rigid posture caused Shelly to come up short on her kiss and saw what Kelly
was doing, she immediately got jealous.

   "KELLEEEEY?"  Was all she said, in a rising tone as if it were a
question meaning 'what the hell do you think you are doing?'

   "What?" replied Kelly, continuing to rub me and flashing a cruel smile
at her.  If I had had a free arm, I would have stopped Kelly from
continuing.   Apparently Shelly was much more sensitive than Kelly, and
couldn't compete with her in an emotional battle.  As if reaching the end
of round one of a boxing match, the washing machine buzzer went off.   So I
poured the girls onto the floor as I sprang to my feet and went to put the
first load of clothes in the dryer and start another washing.  When I
returned, The girls were back in their corners, Kelly at the laptop and
Shelly back in the chair.  With Kelly facing away from me,  I gestured to
Shelly from the hall, holding my finger to my lips, I beckoned  her to
follow me and I quickly ducked away into my bedroom before Kelly could
notice I had been in the room.

   Staggering in a moment later, Shelly came into my arms.  A moment after
that I flung her onto the bed, kissed her deeply, and forced my hand
between her legs, rubbing her firmly.  She moaned as we kissed.  Another
few moments and I was deftly unbuttoning her blouse and stripping off her
bra.  I kissed and caressed her wonderful young breasts.  This girl was
exactly the type I had fantasized about for so long.  The one I knew
existed but couldn't find.

   "God you are beautiful!" I exclaimed, staring at her breasts moving
under my hands.  "I can't stand it."

   Shelly just stared with that hungry passionate look on her face.  I
kissed and groped her, my frenzy increasing.

   With a tinge of frustration in my voice I said,   "You're driving me
crazy".

   "What should I do?" She asked softly, paused, and then repeated, "Tell
me what you want me to do."

   Those words were very close to my all time favorite three words I like
to hear.  I answered her question exactly honestly: "Please, will you
stroke me, or suck on me, or whatever, make me cum, please."

   She sat up "Okay" she said eagerly.

   I stripped off my PJ's and briefs, allowing my erection to spring out.
Quickly I laid back and she went to work.

   Rubbing her back gently I felt her stroking me, her head moving closer,
she took me into her mouth.  Oooh....   she was a natural.  The warmth
quickly spread into my brain and pulsed my erection to a raging, heated
stiffness.  I think the kissing lesson was paying dividends.  She worked
and worked, sucking and sliding, then stroking while she caught her breath.

   Kelly silently pushed open the door and stood watching us, Shelly
unaware of her.   I couldn't read the strange look on Kelly's face at
first, but I soon realized it wasn't jealousy at all, but interest in
watching the erotic scene for her own enjoyment, like the pornography.  I
said to Shelly,  "We have an audience."

   Without stopping, she rolled her eyes in acknowledgment, apparently not
caring.

   I motioned to Kelly by pinching my shirt.  She looked a little puzzled,
then I saw the light bulb come on over her head.  She stepped into the room
and with extreme eroticism she slowly stripped her clothes off for me. 
Shelly glanced at her a few times while catching her breath but seemed
happy with the fact that she had me in her mouth, and that that indicates a
certain level of control, posession being 9/10ths of the law.  I felt that
if I could keep my attention and affections primarily on Shelly, that it
would all work out eventually.

   Kelly was driving me crazy too.  Not only the fact that she was nude and
showing off for me, but because of the hungry looks she kept stealing at my
dick being sucked on.  She wanted to suck me and fuck me very bad, and it
was written on her face when she stared.

   So far we had only been in the bedroom for about 15 minutes.  I love
moving fast and furious when there's no head games or  prudishness to hold
back the tide.  I already knew how far these girls intended  to go, and
that it had been discussed prior to knocking on my door.  With them, at
that age,  It's usually about 'Truth or Dare' -  competition, and when
competing, everyone strives for a grand slam home run.  I was sure the
girls had talked about what they would do if they could get me pinned down,
and in their competitiveness, expressed the desire to each other for a home
run.  Even so, jealousy can easily creep in and spoil the fun, like it
almost did.

   Kelly began moving toward me, completely naked.  With one knee already
on the bed and ready to take her turn sucking on me, I waved her off. 
Glancing from Shelly to her and rolling my eyes at her, in warning.  She
took my meaning, reluctantly:  that if she was patient, her turn would
come,  but that I was intent on Shelly for now, and that it just wouldn't
work to do them both at the same time.

   "I pushed Shelly away and made her to lie on her back.  With Kelly
looking on, I quickly removed the rest of Shelly's clothes.  Pushing her
further up on the bed I pulled her legs wide apart.  Intentionally I made
her think I was going to fuck her right then, looming over her spread legs
with my hard dick coming closer.  I laid on top of her and kissed her ever
so gently and passionately, grinding my bent dick into her crotch.  She
gave no sign of objecting.  I could have started fucking her right then and
there, and I was so very tempted to.

   Shelly was now propped up in her mood and confidence, strangely she was
not showing the least bit of fear, fear of what she knew was coming. 
Partly because she had lost out so many times to Kelly when they both were
competing for a boy's affections, and now she was clearly winning.  Partly
because she had swooned so completely during her kissing lessons, unlocking
her ability to be passionate without being stiff and nervous, that she had
fallen for me very hard and fast and wanted to please me.  And partly
because her best friend was there with her, that even though they competed,
and Kelly often did cruel things to Shelly, she knew Kelly loved her and
that this climactic event was going to bond them together as friends seldom
are.

   Slowly I slid down the length of her body, pausing to kiss her breasts,
her belly button, and then I settled in on her soft button that grew and
stretched tight under my lips and tongue.  Methodically I licked and sucked
her, pausing to sit up and stare at her body, rubbing her slit with my
thumb and slipping it inside her over and over in the growing wetness.

   Kelly had been alternating between watching intently, and slowly dancing
for me.  "Come on, Kelly, show me something really sexy." I said,
challenging her.

   She changed her dance rhythm.  It was now pronounced with many more
views of her legs spread open, humping motions, and hands squeezing her
breasts.  I was in heaven.

   During the next round of licking and sucking on Shelly, I felt her
shiver and her hips rose up pressing her mound firmly against my mouth,
then slumped back down.

   Lying on top of her again, I kissed her and whispered in her ear.  "Was
that good?"

   Shelly moaned affirmatively.

   "Do want me to do it?  Are you ready?  If you're not it's okay."

   Softly she whispered, "Yes."

   Watching Kelly, I raised up and pulled Shelly's hips close to the edge
of the bed.  Her legs hung down and her mound protruded out in a most
inviting way.  grabbing two  chair pillows I knelt on them bringing my hips
even with hers.  Kelly climbed onto the bed by Shelly's head and lay on her
back, rubbing her beautiful pussy for me.

   Kneeling, I began rubbing the head of my dick around Shelly's vagina,
her juices flowing, the slipperiness quickly had me exploring the feeling
of pressing into her.  Earlier when I had explored her with my thumb I
could feel her tightness, I could tell she would be very tight, but would
also easily stretch to accommodate me without any pain.  I leaned back and
watched her pussy stretch open as I pressed in gently, both of us moaning
pleasure at the feeling.

   Several times I rocked forward, my dick parting her lips and entering a
few glorious inches, each time pulling completely out of her and seeing the
stretched canal begging for another thrust, each time pausing to rub the
head of my dick on her clit.  Over and over I thrust gently into her outer
chamber, wetness and passion growing within her until I held it there,
against the wall, pressing...  She watched my face intently as I watched
what I was doing to her.  Whenever I glanced up at her, she would smile
sweetly.

   I pressed harder, watching her carefully.  A little harder, she winced
slightly and I felt the wall give a little under the pressure.  Another
thrust and another wince of her face, and I was deeper than before.  Slowly
I pulled out of her, nearly all of the way out.  I began rocking like I had
before but with ever increasing depth to my thrusts.  She was taking me in.
I was reaching the hilt of my pubic bone now with each thrust.  Several
deep sliding thrusts inside this lovely virgin, my entire shaft
disappearing inside her, and I was about to explode.  But before I did, I
pulled out.

   Breathing deeply I concentrated on not having an orgasm.  My dick pulsed
with anticipation.  Shelly looking up at me affectionately, but wondered
why I had stopped.

   The position I had been fucking her from was so I could see the fucking.
I love to watch my dick enter a pretty pussy.  But now I wanted her to feel
it the way it should be.  The way I know women like it - with me on top of
her, our bodies in full and complete contact - smothered underneath my
massive frame - controlled and dominated.  So I pushed her back to the
center of the bed, forcing Kelly to move aside a little, and entered her
again, thrusting myself deep within her over and over and over while
kissing her face.  I watched as Kelly gave herself an orgasm, squeaking as
cute as you could wish at the final spasm.  Then Kelly sweetly pushed the
hair out of Shelly's face and stroked her forehead and cheek, staring into
her eyes and sharing the moment as her best friends face jostled in
response to my thrusts .

   All at once Shelly sucked the air in through her teeth as her body
racked with another orgasm.  With all of her hormones flowing in the blush
of erotic love making, her instinct was to pull my sperm deep within her.
Her legs widened, her hips rocked back, I thrust to the hilts, again and
again and again.  She was spent.  Satisfied entirely.  But I had not
ejaculated.

   Kissing Shelly's red face I withdrew from her, laid down beside her and
held her close.    No words were necessary.

   Kelly was boring her eyes into mine as I continued to hold Shelly,
knowing she was about to fall asleep.

   Shelly seemed to sense what was going on.  She said in a sleepy voice,
 "Tuck me in and go with Kelly."

   "You won't be jealous?"

   Shelly shook her head.

   I looked up at Kelly.   Kelly nodded emphatically.

   I stood up and headed for the bathroom.  Looking back I saw Kelly
examining Shelly closely to see if she was hurt or bleeding.

   In the bathroom I cleaned myself up.  Kelly came in and draped herself
against my backside.   I whispered to her.

   "I'm sure she's fine.  Let's go in by the TV.  I think she will probably
go to sleep."

   We glanced at Shelly sprawled on top of the covers as we quietly left
the bathroom - her body and appearance was the epitome of innocence.  She
just had that look.  Slightly softer and very slightly plumper than Kelly,
she evoked a need for gentleness in touch and caressing of her spirit
through the whole process.  Kelly on the other hand was sultry, aggressive,
almost cruel at times, and didn't seem to want soft treatment.  Her body
was leaner and harder, her very small breasts hard and pointed.  With her
it was all about deep, personal satisfaction, intense sensations,
outrageous erotic pleasure.  At least that's the impression I got.  Because
sometimes a persons outer demeanor belies their true nature.   And as I
soaked in the vision of Shelly lying there, it pulled me away from my
intended path and I found myself staring down at her.   She was curled into
a fetal position except for one leg, the one on the bottom, stretched out
straight.  I thought she might already be asleep.   She looked up at me
feeling my eyes on her, smiled, then rolled over, gathering some of the
comforter into her arms and pulling it up tight under her chin, just like a
kitten.  I kissed her cheek and at last resolved to leave her there,
pushing Kelly out of the room and down the hall, playfully pinching her
butt to speed her up.

   I sat on the couch and Kelly stood in front of me, allowing me to run my
hands all over her, my cock quickly rising to attention.  She eagerly began
pulling and stroking it.

   "Shelly told me you're not a virgin."

   Kelly shook her head.  "Kevin"

   "I thought so.  How was it?"

   "Okay, I guess.  But nothing like what you did to Shelly."

   "Oh?  Why?  What do you mean?"  I turned her around and pulled her into
my lap, working her legs open with my knees.  She spread her legs for me as
I reached around and started rubbing her clit and cupping her stiff breast.

   "Well, it was like we had talked for a long time about doing it.  Then
when the time finally came, he shot off really fast and called his friend
and left.   I haven't heard from him for a week."

   "It was only a week ago?" I asked, in surprise.

   Kelly nodded.

   "I bet he's ashamed he shot off so quick and is afraid to face you
again.  I remember the same thing happened to me."

   "Really?    Mmmmm - you do that so nice..."

   I rolled her off of me and onto the couch.   I was ready to set the
stage for her, lay down the law - so to speak.  I was very excited to know
that Kelly had not had a good experience her first time.  To me it meant
that THIS was her real first time, even though her cherry might have been
popped by the little prick.  Or maybe not.

   "Show me where you want me to kiss you."  I told her.

   Kelly thought a moment, reading me.  My intentions weren't at all clear.
She didn't know what to do, so she tentatively pointed at her mouth.

   I shook my head.  "Show me where you want me to kiss you." I repeated.

   She smiled a little and pointed at her pussy.

   "Don't point, it's not polite.  Show me."

   All of a sudden she understood.  Blushing slightly she slid to the far
arm of the couch and opened up her gorgeous legs to me.

   "I don't know, I can't see very well.  Where do you want me to kiss
you?"

   Readjusting her position, she stretched her legs as wide open as they
would go.

   "Ah!  I see...   Now I see...   What a beautiful sight it is."

   Leaning over, I licked her clitoris vigorously, sliding my finger along
the lips of her pussy, pausing to stare while thumb fucking her.  All the
while she ran her fingers through my hair, moaning softly.  She was tighter
than Shelly.  Mainly because she just had a tighter body in general.  But
that thought now had me wondering...

   I pulled her hips around a little so I could sit on the floor in front
of her.  Legs wide apart I had her hold her knees up while I examined her. 
I opened her vagina with my two thumbs and peered inside. 

   "What are you doing?" she asked suspisciously.  I could see the deep
pink of her walls disappear quickly into darkness, but I could also see the
glimmer of a wet surface blocking her passage.  

   "I have a hunch that...  "I probed my index finger inside her, slowly
deeper, feeling for it.  "...that that little prick might not have..."  
And there it was.  In tact.    Her pussy was clamped down on my finger. 
The little prick had shot off before he got all the way in.   My face lit
up with excitement.

   "Good news."

   "I'm still a virgin?"

   "Not for long."

   Kelly laughed.   I laid back and held my dick up for her.  She knew
immediately what I wanted and she ever so erotically crawled up to me on
her hands and knees, and holding her eyes locked to mine she dramatically
licked and sucked my dick for seemingly endless wonderful minutes.   This
girl would do anything.  And right now I was imagining a whole lot of
things I wanted to do before my luck ran out.  First, I wanted to hear
those three words.

   "Kelly?"

   "Hmm?" she hummed with my dick in her mouth.

   "Would you..."  I paused.

   "Hmm?" again she hummed.

   "I don't know if....    you would..."  I paused again.

   Slurping loudly as she pulled away she said "What?  What do you want?"

   "No, it's alright, don't worry about it."

   "What?  Tell me."

   "I thought if I, I mean you...    No it's weird, forget it."

   "Come on, please tell me.  You know I'll do anything you want."

   There they were.  My three words.  'anything you want'.

   "Really?"  I asked, sheepishly.

   "Uh-huh." she said nodding.  I will, anything.  So what?  What are you
thinking?"

   "I just thought since you like the porn stuff, that you would like pose
for me in a bunch of ways."

   "Is that all?  God I thought..  I don't know what I thought."

   "Well, that's kind of all of it.  I mean, when I look at the girls on
the screen I want to be able to reach out and touch them, or kiss them, or
whatever.  With you I really can."

   "So what should I do?" She asked sweetly, liking the sound of it.

   "We'll pretend I'm the photographer.  I'll keep telling you how to move
and then if you do it just right, I'll reward you...  somehow.  If you know
what I mean."

   "Okay, shoot away."

   "Allright, just walk around the room real sexy like for a while."

   She did, swinging her hips and slowly dancing around.

   "Lie down on the floor and run your hands all over your body."

   "Roll over on your stomach and...  "  She complied before I had
finished. But her ass looked so exquisite in the pose she had found that I
knelt down by her and told her not to move while I ran my hands over her
ass and thighs.    Returning to the couch, I asked her to crawl on her
hands and knees.

   Again she took the initiative and explored different ways of posing from
her knees, until she hit the jackpot.  It was the simple classic, ass in
the air, knees apart, hips rocked forward, anus pointing at the ceiling,
pose.   I sat and fondled her for several minutes- especially enjoying
slipping my finger inside her vagina and tickling her anus.

   Sitting on the couch I was needing her touches again.  I was now
incredibly hard and she hungrily sucked on me until I was close to orgasm.
I posed her on the couch as before with her legs wide open.  looking close
I could see her creamy juices pooling at her opening.  I turned her over
and would soon be fucking her from behind.  It was time.

   On her knees, knees as wide apart as possible, ass facing me, resting
her head on her arms on the back of the couch, I gripped her hips and
rocked them forward as far as she could rock them.  Now her opening was
clearly visible and in perfect alignment with my hard dick, kneeling on the
floor.  It was a low couch.

   As with Shelly, I rubbed the head around in her juices until the urge to
press in was overpowering.  Pushing, I managed to gain a couple of inches,
but not easily.  Rocking, I entered and re-entered her a few inches deep,
letting my dick harden and stiffen from the sight, dilating her as much as
I could.   She was loosening.  It was getting slipperier.

   "Hmmmm" Kelly moaned with delight.  "That is nice.  That is sooo nice."

   My dick was like a steel rod.  I never remember it being so stiff.  The
sight of this young 12 year old, her beautiful ass pointing up at me, my
stiffness entering her over and over, and her soft voice urging me
onward...    There it was.  I felt the climax beginning to rise up.

   Quickly I pulled out.  Taking her hand, I practically dragged her into
the kitchen.  I wanted to do it quickly so her juices wouldn't get sticky
from drying out.  Lifting her onto the bar top, I positioned her ass close
to the edge and pulled her legs open.  Guiding it with one hand and holding
her ankle with the other, I found the spot and pressed in.  Instantly I was
three inches inside her.  Still my dick was as stiff as ever.  I locked
onto her eyes and started rocking, adding a little pressure each time until
I could see her wincing a little and her body jerking slightly in pain. 
Having tested that point, I stopped rocking and pressed in until her eyes
squinted.  I pressed harder.

   "Are you ready?" I asked, not expecting anything but a quick nod. 
 But to my surprise, Kelly shook her head.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "Nothing.  I just...   can you do it like you did with Shelly?   It was
so nice the way you held her."  Her eyes watered up.

   "Oh, absolutely sweetheart,  no problem."  I smiled warmly.  How sweet
is that?   What was it I said about people belying their true natures?

   I lifted her down and we went back to my bed where Shelly was asleep. 
"Lay down and show me where you want it."

   She smiled at me, knowing now what I liked, and stretched herself out on
the king sized bed, arms splayed above her head, legs open wide to me.

   Shelly had climbed under the covers, but now she roused and climbed out.
She had reflected on how gracious her friend had been earlier, so contrary
to what she would have expected, and now she was excited to show Kelly that
she could show her the same loving tenderness and control her jealousy.  As
Kelly opened herself to me, Shelly gently kissed and caressed her.  I
soaked in this intimate scene, feeling my sagging erection returning to
life.  I crawled over Kelly, kissing her taught nipples and nibbling her
neck.

   "Help me - guide it in - hold yourself open" I directed.

   Both the girls helped clumsily to facilitate my penetrating Kelly's
tight canal.

   Soon I was sliding in and out again, her vagina having loosened and
dilated to my persistent thrusts.   When my erection had regained its full
stiffness, I pressed in hard, gripping her shoulders and forcing her down
upon me.  Shelly was watching her friend's face closely,  Kelly looked up
at her and whispered, "I'm still a virgin...    he checked...  it's going
to happen right now...  we did it together, you and me."  Kelly smiled and
tears came to her eyes.

   I heard her words and felt there was no better moment for the girls to
witness it happening, they were ready.  I thrust again, another, another,
she shuddered in pain as I tried to break through.  Like everything else
about her, her hymen was stiff and tough and was not going to give up
willingly.  Again, harder, It was hurting me now.  Finally I went rigid and
pressed as hard as I could, driving her shoulders down hard.  She squealed
softly and then I was through.  I could feel the flesh tear inside her.  
Her squinted eyes opened up wide with shock and wonder.  I could feel her
blood oozing into the mix of juices.  Her pain was quickly subsiding.  No
wonder her boyfriend didn't take her virginity - she had a bulkhead instead
of a maidenhead.

   She was sweating and I kept my dick pressed deep inside her, catching my
breath until her rocking hips urged me to finish fucking her.

   "Oh my God - this is what it's like!     Oh...    Please don't stop."

     I kissed her deeply and then began a rhythm of gentle slow thrusts
building up to frantic ram fucking, then slowing again to long slow deep
thrusts.

   Shelly spoke softly to her, being the experienced one for a change,
"Relax, feel him - he gets so stiff and long and it feels so good deep
inside.   Relax."

   It took a little while of this for Kelly to finally relax.  But once she
did, she was eagerly wanting everything I could give her, and not just
saying it.  And her climax built among her chirps and squeaks for a full
five minutes before we convulsed together.  In unison.

   I had planned on pulling out at the last second, but my primal need to
deposit my seed in the right place at the right time won out over my common
sense.  I would have to find a morning after pill for her now.

   Raising my head after the shivers and convulsions had died away, I saw
Shelly softly stroking Kelly's hair, pulling and straightening strands that
were stuck to her head by sweat.  Shelly smiled sweetly at me.

   I started to pull out of Kelly, but she clamped onto me, insistent. 
Apparently wanting the moment to last.

   Eventually the three of us got in the shower.  The mood was light and
the girls were being silly, pretending they were lesbians and kissing on
the mouth for my benefit.  I got hard again watching them and the girls
took turns sucking and stroking me, and I took turns fucking them until the
hot water ran out.

   Moving back to the bed, we finished another round of love making. 
Mostly I just laid on my back while the girls took turns sitting on me.  I
watched with amazement and kept reaching out and fondling their jiggling
little breasts.

   Since it is just as easy to get 2 pills instead of one, This time I came
inside of Shelly, who was amazed that she could actually feel me squirting
inside her.

   Since that day, Kelly has always helped me with my laundry on Thursdays,
and Shelly had me over once to her house when her parents were out of
town.  And she had her mom drop her off at Kelly's early without telling
Kelly.  She snuck over and she finished her strip tease for me in the
kitchen, and then of course she had me inside her from every angle she
could think of.  As it turned out, Shelly was much more of a nymphomaniac
than Kelly, lending credibility to what I had said about people belying
their true natures.  She proved it with another round of posing on the
vanity in the bathroom.  My little porn queen come to life, being able to
plunge in whenever the mood takes me - which was usually right away. 
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