Chapter 39 - HOME AWAY FROM HOME
(Mf, mf, exhib, oral, anal, preg)
"Bunny" concludes with a troublesome surprise for everyone, especially for Bunny...
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Other than fucking Bob's dad that one time on the old ogre's birthday, that first week of the summer vacation was how things went for that summer, right up until the time Bob and Hernando both reported to the Marine Corps for basic training in late July. My B-cup bras I'd bought at the beginning of the summer were now too small and were replaced with C-cup bras and my once cute puffy nipples had lengthened and thickened. Daddy says that's because someone is always sucking on my tits. I don't know about that, but little Davy sure has taken to liking to them.
Janie became Kenny's main squeeze for the summer. Kenny got a car, a convertible big enough for six, and we rode around town looking cool with the top down and hung out at Bingo's quite a lot knocking down malted shakes and French fries. When we weren't cruising, we were skinny dipping and when we weren't skinny dipping, we were at Mary Lou's playing strip ping pong. Janie got over real quick about going nude and letting Kenny and Peter get between her legs and she even got over Daddy seeing her nude when she was over for a sleepover.
But mainly that summer, I must have had sex every day with two or more guys, not always at the same time, but sometimes at the same time (sex with girls doesn't count). And I was invited, along with Mary Lou, to join my mama and daddy and Aunt Bess and Uncle Blake in their sex parties, but only with them and not with some of their other friends, other than Mr. Mack and/or Uncle Sid.
Come late July, my titties became unusually tender, but Daddy can be so rough sometimes and I was feeling tired. Mama said I wouldn't be so tired if I didn't sleep with some guy every night, but there was no stopping Daddy whenever he got the urge, and there was no stopping Uncle Blake whenever I was over looking after their kids, and Mama never said no whenever Uncle Joe wanted me to sleepover, or no stopping Mr. Mac whenever I was sleeping over at Mary Lou, nor stopping Peter or Kenny whenever we were swimming.
Then I was hit with nausea every day and sometimes I'd get so queasy I'd vomit. It certainly put a damper on things. I didn't make a spectacle of myself and tried to be discrete, but eventually Mama caught on.
"How long has this been going on?" she asked me early in August.
"I dunno, a couple of weeks maybe."
"A couple of weeks! Oh, my god!"
"What's the matter, Mama? I only do it once or twice a day."
"You're not sticking your finger down your throat are you?"
"No! Ewww, that's disgusting!"
"I didn't think so," she said, "as you seem to have put on a little weight."
"That must be from going to Bingo's everyday and all the shakes and French fries," I ventured.
"Maybe, but...
"You stay here and I'll be right back."
Well, she went to the drug store and bought one of those home pregnancy tests and it came up positive!
"Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" Mama and I sang out together.
"This is all my fault!" Mama said as she was about to start crying.
"Wait! Maybe it's a false positive," she said grasping at straws. So we did the test again a few days later. I was still pregnant.
Well, that caused quite a bit of consternation at home. Terminating the pregnancy was out of the question as far as Mama was concerned, and Daddy agreed with her, as they both had strong feelings about such things.
Of course I was way too young to be a mommy. Heck, I was still four months from turning twelve. And Mama ruled out an adoption, as she finally had the opportunity to have another baby to love, cherish and raise. As far as anyone outside our immediate circle was concerned, the baby would be Mama's baby, not mine. Of course I'd be around to help raise him/her.
And it caused more than just a bit of consternation among the guys who were regularly fucking me. As to which one of them was the father...
Bob and Hernando were long gone. I was the only one who knew about Jose and Bob's dad, except for Bob. Paternity or DNA tests were universally ruled out. No way did my dad or one of my uncles nor Mr. Mack nor Mr. Sid want to take the chance and be fingered, as it could mean jail time for them. Mr. Jesse, was the only one we could rule out because he had his nuts snipped several years before. The men got together and elected Pete as the father. Peter wasn't exactly thrilled when he was informed, but he was the logical and most plausible choice. He was a regular sex partner of mine and he was just a few years older... typical teenage dummy stuff, and nothing to warrant scrutiny from the authorities.
That just left the thorny question of concealing my pregnancy from the good folks of our little town. This was not a simple matter! Just one loose word and the whole town would know what a tramp I was. And soon enough it would be obvious to anyone who saw me.
It was Mr. Jesse who came up with the solution to that problem. He proposed taking me with him when he went down to Florida for the winter. The story would be that I was sent away to an all girl's boarding school for unspecified reasons. Mama would meanwhile fake a pregnancy by wearing a prosthesis when in public, so everyone would think she was pregnant. Then when the happy day arrived, voila! Mama would have her baby.
Mama wasn't too keen on that proposal, as she knew very well what a horn dog old Jesse was. But not having a better idea, she came around to it. Daddy, he was just relieved that I'd be out of sight for a few months; as to what Mr. Jesse would do with me those few months didn't enter into his equation.
I wasn't showing yet when school started after Labor Day. You'd think it'd be hard for me to keep a secret like that from my friends, but I did. Janie and Wendy knew nothing. Mary Lou, she knew everything, as her brother had been designated the official father of my baby. And if Peter knew, which he most certainly did, his cousin Kenny knew, as he too was one of the two possible candidates to take the fall for all the men who had been screwing me cross eyed all summer.
One good thing, I didn't need to practice abstinence. I couldn't get any more pregnant than I already was, and the guys all knew it. They also knew how easy I was, and with a father who liked to watch me being fucked, well...
But Mama watched over me, making sure I was eating right, taking my vitamins and getting enough rest.
PE at school, however, was a problem. Mama fretted about something happening and me losing the baby. Daddy had a different attitude about that, he said, "fine, let nature take its course." It's not that he wanted me to miscarry, but if I did, it was God's fault and I should just act as normally as possible and dress out and participate in PE. Mama won out with that argument, securing me a permanent excuse from PE because of my "previously undiagnosed heart condition." Everyone in school freaked when they heard that!
By early October, papers were drawn up to give Mr. Jesse guardianship over me, and I was quietly withdrawn from school. I called Janie and Wendy and told them goodbye, the official story now being I was going to Florida to see a heart specialist. Mary Lou and Peter came over and spent the night with me. Next morning I climbed into Mr. Jesse's truck and said goodbye to the town I'd lived in all my life.
Mr. Jesse, who normally was a talkative kind of guy when he wasn't plowing my pussy, hardly said a word all day as we drove south. Mama had fixed us sandwiches for the road, so we didn't stop until night fall, other than for gas and to pee. We ate at a local diner, then checked into a motel. No one asked why an old man was on the road with a young girl. They didn't even blink when he asked for a king bed.
"Okay, Bunny, let's get naked and get a shower," he said as soon as the door closed behind us. "After that long drive, I'm hankering to park my cock in your cunt, so strip, Little Mama!" That was his new nickname for me, "Little Mama", one he used when he wanted sex with me.
So we showered and he took me to bed and he took me. Gawd, can that old bastard screw a girl! Screw her and leave her happy that she'd been screwed and leave her looking forward to more of that big cock of his.
We stopped one more night on the trip down, then we arrived at the nudist village where he lived during the winter months. It was a gated community outside of Orlando, where everyone got around on golf carts, or so it seemed. At first I didn't see a whole lot of kids, mostly grampa and grandma types, but it was in the middle of the week and the middle of the day. If there were any kids living here, they presumably were in school. There were other, not so old folks too. And being a nudist community, everyone went about bare butt, even to the village grocery store.
Not surprisingly, they had a private golf course, a huge swimming pool and a smaller swimming pool set aside for water volleyball. They also had a club house where folks gathered to chat, drink and get something to eat. The food at the club was surprisingly good. Curiously, the food service folks wore clothes, but then again, who wants hot food splattered on their bare skin?
Mr. Jesse's house was typical. It had two bedrooms and one and a half baths. The main bathroom had a large walk-in shower, plus a tub. Outside was another outdoor shower near the front door where anyone passing by could see you showering, not that that mattered in a place like this.
"This is your room," he said showing me the small second bedroom. There wasn't much closet space, but who needs clothes in a nudist village? "But you won't be sleeping here very much, at least early on."
"Oh, so where am I supposed to sleep?"
"In my bed, with me," he replied looking at me like I'd lost my mind or something. "Of course if I have friends staying over, you'll be in your bed... with them." I looked at him. He broke into a "gotcha" smile, but I wasn't sure that he was kidding.
Back in his living room/dining/kitchen, he flopped down in a big cushy chair. "Now seeing that we're living together now, there are a few rules. First of all, if I want you to blow me, you blow me. If I want to fuck you, I'll fuck you. Any questions?"
"Yeah, who cooks?"
He broke out in laughter. "We'll both cook, but I'm the head cook and you'll be my assistant whose primary duty will be doing the dishes and polishing my knob."
"Is sex all you think about, Mr. Jesse?"
"Pretty much so. Especially when I have pussy readily available." And like I already knew, he liked sex, lots of sex. But then so did I, so we were compatible.
After stocking up on groceries and booze, the first thing he did was to take me to see a doctor friend of his, a gynecologist. For that we had to leave the village and that meant getting dressed. Once I got there I had to undress again.
"Bill, this is my granddaughter, Bunny," Jesse began once we were settled in an examination room with the doctor.
"How many granddaughters do you have, Jesse?" the doc asked while checking me out.
"A few."
"Well, let's get to it, shall we?"
"Do you want drape, my dear," he asked once I'd climbed upon the table and put my feet in the stirrups.
"No, she's fine as she is," Mr. Jesse replied for me. The doctor didn't question why he was there watching.
The doctor asked me a lot of questions, my age, when was my last period, that sort of thing. When I answered, "I haven't had a period yet," it didn't faze him and he began his examination of me. He began by examining my breasts.
"Nice tits, don't you think, Bill?"
"Yes, very nice," Dr. Bill replied as he felt me up.
"How was your summer, Jesse?" the doc asked.
"Fine, Bill. And you? Get any pussy?"
The doctor chuckled and replied, "Not nearly as much as I'd like."
"Well, you want some of that?" Mr. Jesse asked pointing to me.
"Let's make sure she doesn't have VD first," the doctor replied as he rolled a stiff nipple between his fingers.
Breast exam over, he started in on my pussy. After feeling around for a while with his fingers, he inserted a speculum and spread my birth canal open for examination. After poking around inside me for a while he said, "Jesse, come see this."
Mr. Jesse came and looked up inside my vagina. "That's a very healthy pussy," the doctor declared. "No lesions or scarring, but she's no virgin," he chuckled. "This speculum is wide open. Girl likes big cocks, huh? Likes cocks like yours, Jesse."
"And yours, Bill," Jesse added.
"Well, as elastic as her vagina is," the doctor continued, "I don't see her having any problem delivering, so long as the baby isn't too big. Of course complications can and do crop up from time to time, but we'll deal with that when the time comes."
Exam over, the old guys stood around chatting while I sat up nude on the table. "Should I get dressed now?" I asked.
"No, stay as you are," Jesse said, "Doctor Bill may want you to examine him."
"No," the doc said, "I'd love to play for a while with this lovely creature, but I have patients waiting. Some other time perhaps?"
"Come by anytime, Bill. She isn't going anywhere anytime soon." With that they shook hands and the doc left the examination room.
"Should I get dressed now?" I asked again.
"Silly question," snorted Mr. Jesse. "Of course you should get dressed. You can't leave naked, now can you?"
It was late afternoon when we returned to the village. And there were kids going about, little kids and big kids. And there were more young adults out and about.
At a four-way stop, Mr. Jesse leaned out his window and called to woman.
"Jesse! You're back!" she gushed. She traipsed over to his window, her large unrestrained breasts bouncing freely. "How have you been? I've missed you."
"You just miss my cock," he quipped.
"Yes, I have," she replied without a hint of embarrassment or offence.
"And who is this lovely thing?" she asked.
"Joanie, this is my granddaughter, Bunny."
"Granddaughter? How many granddaughters do you have?"
"A few," he replied. "She's staying with me this season because, well, she got knocked up."
"Really? By whom? You?"
"No, I've had a vasectomy, remember?"
"Yes, I do remember. It's one of your sterling qualities... no accidents."
The guy behind us grew impatient and honked his horn.
"Come by anytime," she offered, "for a cup of coffee."
"I just might do that tomorrow, when Harold's at work and the kids are in school."
The guy honked his horn again.
"Okay! Okay!" she shouted at the guy.
"Nice meeting you, honey," she added then she went to talk to the guy who was blowing his horn. We turned at the next corner and looking back I saw her still talking to the guy.
"She seems friendly," I remarked.
"Who? Joanie? Yeah, she's friendly alright. She likes girls too."
Back inside his house, it was nudie time again. He had himself a drink, slathered me down from head to toe in sunscreen, then took me on a walking tour of the village. It was kind of weird at first, walking around town naked, but I wasn't the only one and soon got comfortable with it, not that I've ever been uncomfortable being naked around other people. Not surprisingly, the pool and club house were the popular hangouts for young and old alike.
He found us a table and umbrella between the pool and club house. Soon a naked teenager came up to take our orders. "I'll have a beer and she'll have a Coke," he told the girl, never once looking at her face for very long.
As she walked away with a swing of her hips, he snorted, "I'd fuck that!" Made me feel kind of like... used furniture or something.
Before she delivered our drinks, court was in session. There was a steady parade of women, some young, some not so young, who came up and told him how much they had missed him these past few months. All were invited to come over to his place, anytime. I came to feel that maybe I wouldn't be getting his undivided attention after all. Or even worse, any attention at all!
There was this one buxom woman who made it a point to tell him that her husband was down in Miami on business. Next thing I know and I'm abandoned at the table while they headed back to his place. Dumped and neglected, I wondered what I should do.
I didn't have much time to mope, as this cute guy with a nice dick came by and hit on me. We went swimming and he introduced me to a bunch of his friends, male and female. They were all older than I was, but they treated me as one of the gang. I had a blast. After I let him finger me in the pool, he asked if I wanted to go somewhere more private.
"Yes, we could go to my grandfather's house. He lives just three blocks from here."
"Your grandfather?"
"Yes, I'm staying with him for now. He won't care, if... you know... we..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Come on, I'll show you."
The guy's name was Brad and he was like 16 or 17, and like I said, he was cute and had a nice one. We walked right in. Just like at home, no one ever locked their doors in the village. Jesse and the woman were there fucking up a storm on the sofa. We walked past them and into my bedroom. It was so nice to have a cock that fit easily in my mouth once again! I think it surprised him when I told him that I didn't want him to wear a condom, which was okay by him as he didn't have any on him, a common problem the kids around there had.
We were lying on my bed in a post-coital bliss when Jesse came in. "Who is your friend?" he asked in a loud voice. Startled, Brad jumped up.
"Relax, kid, I'm not going to bust your balls."
"Jesse, this is Brad.
"Brad, my grandfather, Mr. Jesse.
"Uh, where's your friend, Granpa?"
"Went home a happy woman," he grinned.
"Well, you kids have fun. Me? I going back to club house and see if I can scare up some more pussy."
"That's your grandfather?" Brad asked once Jesse left.
"Uh, yeah. He's cool."
After that word spread that I was easy and that it was okay to do me at my grandfather's. I guess I was very popular for a while, until it was obvious that I was preggo. Then the boys began avoiding me. Bummer.
But like they say, when one door closes another opens up. In this case, some of Jesse's cronies, who really got off by fucking pregnant teenagers, filled in nicely, and that included Dr. Bill, who just so happened to live next door to Jesse. Very convenient! And there were several women, like Miss Joanie, who got off eating out underage girls, pregnant or not.
Most of the kids who lived in the village went to private schools located outside the village. But there was a home school group in the village that Mr. Jesse enrolled me in. It was just like regular school, except there were kids of all ages in the class and they and our teachers were all naked all the time. It was there at the Village school that I learned that boys like boys sometimes, just as girls liked girls. Peter and Kenny were supposed to be like that, but I never saw it. Here I saw it. Not in school, but after school I was invited to watch some of the younger boys blow older boys. It was kind of hush hush, but also common knowledge, no more surprising to anyone than boys and girls fucking.
At Christmas, Mama and Daddy came down to visit. Mama really missed Mr. Jesse and Daddy really missed me, so that worked out just fine. By then I was beginning to show and my tits had begun to balloon. Dr. Bill said it was just my body preparing itself to nurse a child.
For Christmas, Jesse bought me a graduated set of butt plugs. Daddy had fun helping me get used to them. By the time he and Mama flew home, I was using the largest one with ease. And in addition to Daddy's cock, I was able to take Mr. Jesse's cock up the butt with increasing ease. Which was a good thing, because in a month or so, Dr. Bill told Jesse to lay off my pussy for the duration.
When I got so big that I thought I might explode, Mama flew back down to be with me. A week later, Baby Sue was born, 7lbs 3 oz. Let me tell you, delivering a baby is not the easiest thing to do. Frankly, I thought I was going to die. Then it was all over and I never felt so alive in my life.
I was filling up and squirting milk even before she was born thanks to Mr. Jesse and his friends priming the pump and conditioning my nipples. Sue had no problem figuring out where her meals came from. In fact Sue had no problems at all. And she was a good baby, who only cried when she needed something tended to or needed a snack.
Late in May, Mama and I flew back with Sue. Mama lost her preggo prosthesis and no one suspected that the baby wasn't hers. Of course a few folks knew the truth, but had the sense to keep that to themselves.
Mama was in heaven having her baby to care for and to love. Me, I went back to being a typical 12 year old. Of course I had lots of babysitting duties, but that was okay. I loved Sue. To me she was like having a living doll to play with.
Daddy tolerated her at first. But as she grew and became cuter and cuter, he relished playing the part of being her daddy.
But things never stay the same. When I got back home, everything seemed to have changed. Janie was no longer Kenny's girlfriend, but Peter's. She'd spend the night often at Mary Lou's and she'd be naked the entire time she was there. Naked and available to Peter, Kenny, Mary Lou, Mr. Mack, and/or my dad. When she wasn't fucking at Mary Lou's, she was babysitting for Aunt Bess and Uncle Blake and daddy fucked her, along with Mama and Aunt Bess. I couldn't believe what a whore she'd become.
Wendy, she got religion real bad and became very preachy. Some days she was hard to stomach.
But one of the biggest changes was Jake Botham. He was back and working for Daddy! Released from juvenile detention, he was on probation. As a condition of his probation he had to hold down a job and go back to school. With his dad sent to prison for a few years, he had little hope of making it, until Daddy stepped in and gave him a job. It was part time, of course, but it kept him out of trouble. Daddy said that everyone deserves a second chance, especially a kid.
Turns out Jake was a good worker and Dad hired him on full time during the summer. I found all this out when I went out to where Daddy was building houses for Mary Lou's Uncle Sid, and there he was, carrying a bag of cement over his shoulders, sweating up a storm in a "Hank's Crew" t-shirt.
"I know him!" I said to my Daddy.
"Who?"
"Jake. Jake Botham."
"Really? How do you know him?" Daddy asked and so I told him. By then I was way beyond having any secrets from my parents. Daddy was very interested in my story of giving Jake blowjobs behind the dumpsters at school.
Amused, Daddy called Jake over to the construction shack. Jake was cocky as he walked towards us. But when he got close enough to recognize me, the cockiness vanished.
"I believe you know my daughter, Bunny?"
I could see it in Jake's eyes, he thought he was about to be canned.
Before Daddy could say another word, his phone rang. Answering the call, he held up his hand indicating the Jake was to stay.
Hanging up he said. That was Sid. I need to meet with the architect. Fuck! I hope he's not changing the god damned foot print of this house!
"Well, I've got to get.
"So, Jake, I want you to stay here with Bunny and make sure she doesn't wander off and get into anything she shouldn't. I'll be back in a hour, I hope."
Daddy left and I invited Jake into the air conditioned shack.
"Girlfriend! It's great to see you again," he said with his cockiness returning.
I demurely cast my eyes down and replied with a grin, "It's nice to see you too, Jake," and lowered his zipper.
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