Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Heat Wave
Part: 8 of 25
Universe: The Heat Wave
Summary: Meet Cletus Putnam: landlord, entrepreneur, opportunist, sometime
Dom. It's hotter than Hell and he has the only swimming pool and central
air conditioning in his little lower middle-class neighborhood -- and he's
not above taking advantage of that fact.
Content: ff oral mast voy mF MF blackmail toys
Chapter 8
There was considerable grab-ass -- but females outnumbered males
three to one and seemed to be leading the charge, so Jean had little to
complain about. I didn't spend an incredibly long time in the pool; instead
I pretended to be going about a businesslike period of exercise and got out
and settled in a chair beside Jean's, naked, to help supervise.
The kids somehow developed a variant on 'Marco Polo' wherein the
loser -- or 'Marco' -- had to get out of the pool and turn in a circle
three times before coming back in. That got the boys out and examined --
and Amy in particular made sure they were favorably commented on. It was
clear that they were cheating outrageously, because things were very clearly
boy-girl -- never once did a female 'Marco' find another female. Poor Joy
got caught the most; Jean had to call the girls down for deliberately
exposing her to capture, which was clearly an embarrassment to the young
girl.
Her sister, Gina, couldn't have been more different. Have you ever
been somewhere at a party or whatever where someone who is usually reserved
and shy lets go and lets it all hang out? Clearly, from the reactions of
Kate, Heather, and Holly, Gina was euphoric and going hog wild. They egged
her on to the point where I'm pretty sure she caught Michael once by lipping
his cock! Jean got up out of her seat, but Gina was back up in an instant,
so she couldn't be sure and had to let it go. Gina caught the rebuke, but
didn't let it stop her.
Eight-thirty rolled around and I figured it was time to turn on the
barbecue; Gina was the lead contralto of the group of female "Awwww!"s that
accompanied my rising and donning my towel. "Sorry!" I apologized, "I've
got to cook and don't want any nasty burns. Anyone care to help?" Kate got
out and threw on her jean skirt -- and nothing else, which got approval from
the younger generation and disapproval from Jean -- and followed me to the
grill. "There's that bib apron on the hook in the kitchen," I noted.
"Cool!" Kate replied and returned wearing it -- and nothing else.
"Quite the exhibitionist, aren't we?" I chuckled.
"I'm having fun," Kate murmured.
"Me, too," I told her. "If I pat your ass, Jean will probably
freak!"
"She's a spoilsport," Kate groused.
"Somebody has to be, I guess. What's up with Gina?"
"I had a private talk with her," Kate confided. "She's feeling
pretty free and easy tonight -- this is the most fun she's ever had, I
guess. She's looking forward to later."
"And Joy?"
"She's not in on it," Kate confided. "And she doesn't know it, but
we're planning to feed her to the boys before we get going good."
"Gina's in on that?"
Kate nodded, shrugging. "Pete and Michael are both in Joy's class;
Gina figures she'll never have a better shot at getting a boyfriend than
she's got right here tonight."
"What about Holly?"
"Holly's not terribly interested in boys," Kate related. "She'll be
more than happy to stick her tongue in Heather's cunny."
"You know, Heather may not go for all this..."
"Amy seems pretty confident," Kate replied, and I dropped it.
Instead, I told Kate where I'd stashed toys in the TV room and how to get
the lesbian and straight porn I'd provided going on the TV. "I'll tell
Amy," she affirmed.
Dinner took an hour and a half, with kids scattered here and there
before, during, and after. Kate, Heather, Amy and Holly all tried the
Jacuzzi; Jean didn't get to Heather in time, having been distracted by
something Amy and the boys cooked up, I think. Still, I was pretty sure
Kate dragged Heather out before she could get the full benefit -- probably
deliberately. I reminded everyone that the sauna was in the basement, which
would be male territory later in the evening -- that kept Jean hopping: I'm
pretty sure Amy and Gina kept arranging boy-girl trips.
Finally, around ten, the girls retired to the TV room to giggle and
do whatever it is girls do, and the boys headed downstairs. I set a trap
for Jean in my office and announced that I was off to shower -- but I had
other fish to fry.
My house has internal and external surveillance, with nexuses in my
office, the TV room, and my bedroom. I set up the system in the office to
cycle through three sites -- and three only -- and one of those sites was
the TV room, which had two cameras.
I knew that Jean would notice if I spent some time in my office, so
I gave her plenty of time to wonder what I was doing, then headed off to the
bathroom, leaving the office door ajar. I was pretty sure, based upon
recent history, that Jean would succumb first to curiosity, then to
voyeurism. Going through the bathroom, I entered my bedroom and checked the
office cameras.
Once she'd checked the girls directly -- and gotten run out for her
pains and her attitude -- she started snooping in the hallway and entered my
office. Ten seconds later, she was sitting at my desk, murmuring "Oh my
God..." She started playing with the controls -- but didn't figure out the
fact that I had her locked down to only a few cameras; besides, she was too
busy with the two views in the TV room.
I splitscreened things so I could see Jean and the TV room -- and
watched Amy start a whispering campaign. Everybody got gleeful except Joy
-- who wasn't being included. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked nervously,
having already been abused and ostracized in the pool.
"We've got big girl stuff to talk about, Sis," Gina told her.
"Can't have you getting stupid and tattling. Run along and play with
somebody your own age -- go see the boys and kill THEIR fun!"
"B--but..." Joy protested, but the big girls put her out in the
hallway in her baby-doll nightie and locked the TV room door. After a
second or two, Amy had second thoughts and turned to Gina. "Better make
sure -- we don't want Heather's mom finding her and bothering us. Don't
worry -- we won't get deep into anything before you get back." They let
Gina out -- just in time, as Joy was clearly trying to decide where to go
look for one of us adults -- and Gina led Joy to the basement stairs and
halfway down. "Oh, boys!" she called, "Will you guys keep an eye on my
bratty little sister so she doesn't mess up our fun? You can go on with
whatever you're doing -- and I'll be REAL grateful!"
Now the boys had been whacking off to porn -- and in a few minutes,
would probably have moved beyond that -- so after a couple of frantic
seconds getting their shorts back on, Michael hopped up and glared up the
stairwell and demanded, "Yeah? How grateful?"
"VERY grateful!" Gina replied. "Don't let Sis get in your way --
fit her into whatever you're doing -- you'll play, won't you Sis?" Then she
turned her head sideways and pretended to give a blowjob, complete with
sticking her tongue out her cheek. Joy didn't look back at her sister --
she was too busy eyeing Michael as if he might bite.
Michael goggled. "Yeah? Well, okay..." I sat watching the
stairwell camera, chuckling. This was what Kate meant when she said they
were going to feed Joy to the boys...
Jean couldn't see this; all she could see was what was going on in
the TV room -- and that was plenty. First, Amy pretended to discover my
porn videos, then she and Holly surfaced a vibrator and a dildo between
them.
It was probably just in time; Jean was looking antsy, not knowing
exactly what Gina and Joy were up to. But the videos and the toys settled
her back into my desk chair to watch the girls as they sat around giggling
and watching the video and passing around the toys. In a moment, there was
a knock and the girls scrambled. "Who's there?" Amy called.
"Me, Silly!" Gina called back, and they let her in.
"How did it go?"
"The guys weren't thrilled, but they took her. Depending on how
things go, we might owe them a little something, later," Gina related.
"Like what?" Heather asked.
"Don't worry, we'll handle it," Amy assured her. "Check this out!"
She turned the video back on. The girls proceeded to introduce Gina to the
toys; Jean, mesmerized, settled in to watch.
In the basement, Joy was gobbling apologies to the boys, "I'm sorry,
I'm sorry -- I'll be good -- they threw me out!"
"Why?" Peter grated.
"I don't know! They started whispering and then the next thing I
knew..." She waved her arms. "They said I wasn't old enough..."
"Well you've sure screwed US up!" Pete ranted.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry -- I'll do whatever you want!" Joy wailed,
cringing.
"Sit on the couch," Michael directed. "Pete? Over there..." He
led Peter away so he could speak to him quietly.
"NOW what the fuck!" Pete rasped.
"Look, Gina promised to be VERY grateful -- and then she did
this..." Michael made the gesture, making certain Joy couldn't see it.
"I'm not sure from the way she said it whether SHE was promising that or she
was promising Joy would do it -- but she left me thinking that Joy would
play..."
"Really?" Peter blinked.
"Yeah," Michael nodded. "Remember how they kept pushing Joy off on
us in the pool? It's like..."
"Like they're giving her to us?"
"Yeah."
Peter turned his gaze on the brown-skinned girl. Joy looked
fearfully back. "Cletus said something like that might happen."
"You know, the other girls might give us a little, but they're two
years ahead of us. Joy isn't, though... We could be onto four years' worth
of pussy, here..." Michael mused.
The look on the boys' faces clearly scared the shit out of Joy, she
collapsed into the couch and looked away, staring straight ahead. I left
the sound on that channel and checked the girls. Holly was demonstrating
the vibrator; Heather and Gina were splitting their attention between that
and the TV. Kate and Amy were whispering to one another -- probably
selecting targets.
In split-screen, Jean's fingers were in her lap, moving. Yeah, I
had her. I started recording a clip for blackmail material. It turned out
that, properly oriented, I could record Jean AND see past her to what the
girls were doing on the screen -- which allowed me to watch the basement...
"You need to promise not to tell what we're up to!" Peter demanded
truculently.
"I promise!" Joy squeaked.
"Well, that may not be good enough," Michael opined. "You need to
be a part of things -- that's the only way we'll be safe, I bet."
"I--I... Okay..." Joy babbled.
"Okay, you promised..."
"Uh huh!" Joy nodded.
"Sit here between us and behave yourself!" Peter directed, then
waved at Michael. "Turn it on." Turning back to Joy, he admonished,
"Remember, you promised!"
Michael manipulated the remote and the video came on. Joy went
"Oh!" and Peter waved a warning finger.
I couldn't see what they were looking at, but I'd given them all
straight content, so I could guess. Joy sat there, bug-eyed; obviously, she
was getting an education. After a couple of minutes Michael mused, "You
know, I bet this is what the girls are doing upstairs -- only it's probably
all girlie stuff."
"Yeah, well, they're lucky," Pete snarled, "I bet they're doing more
than just watching!"
"Wh-- what?" Joy gulped.
"I bet they ran you out so they could play with their pussies --
maybe even each other's!" Peter ranted. "But we can't do anything..."
"G--go ahead..." Joy muttered.
"So you can rat on us? Sorry! You have to play, too, or we can't!"
Peter rejoined.
"I--I can't!" Joy wailed.
"Why not?"
"It's too embarrassing!"
"Why? We've seen you..." Michael replied. "You've seen us!"
"Not playing with myself!"
"Okay..." Michael compromised. "How about if we take things slow?
We've seen each other, right?"
"Y--yes..."
"Okay, so, if we take our shorts off and you take off that nightie,
that's probably a start. Nobody's gonna get in any worse trouble than
anyone else..."
"B--But..."
"You SAID you would do as we asked!" Peter snapped, playing 'Bad
Cop' -- deliberately, or just coincidentally? "We've even touched each
other -- what's the big deal?"
Joy blinked, clearly whipsawed between the pair. "I--I... Okay."
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I smiled to myself. Joy was doomed. I gave her five minutes before
she was nodding over a cock. On the other half of the screen, Jean was
flopped back in my desk chair, her fingers in the legband of her swimsuit,
flickering while she watched Amy slide the dildo in and out of her pussy and
Holly apply the vibrator to her daughter's clit. Jean was doomed, too -- a
threat to show this video footage to a parent of any girl in that room would
bring her to heel.
Joy had her arms in the air; Michael was pulling her nightie off
over her head. "That's it. Just relax. See, Peter's naked... Let's get
those panties off..." Pete handled that part -- and the look on his face
brooked no argument, so Joy didn't give him any. "See there?" Michael
soothed. "Nothing to it." Peter sat back down on Joy's right, apparently
satisfied, and Joy mumbled something to the affirmative and turned her
attention to the screen -- largely to keep from having to return one of the
boys' looks.
When the boys started masturbating, however, it eclipsed even the
wild content on the screen and Joy had to watch. Peter caught her and
grabbed her hand. "You do it."
"No!" Joy snatched her hand back.
"Peter's right," Michael declared.
"He is?" Joy turned her attention to Michael.
"Yup. Can't have you just sitting there, and you won't do yourself,
so if somebody comes down and catches us, you have to be doing one of us."
"I--I..."
"You PROMISED..." Pete lit into her again. He was still tugging her
hand. Slowly, Joy staring at it as though it was attached to someone else,
she allowed Peter to pull her hand to his cock. "Hold it. Slide your hand
up and down... That's it..." Joy jacked him, clearly mesmerized.
"Here, do me too," Michael directed. Joy let her left hand be
placed around Michael's shaft. "Do what you're doing to Peter."
"Wow..." Joy gasped, looking from cock to cock. "Wow."
"She likes it," Michael grinned. "Don't you, Joy? You like it."
"Uh huh..."
"Okay, we'll give you a little something -- how's that?" Michael
reached up to finger her left nipple. "Tell me what feels good."
"Ummmm..." Joy gurgled. Her eyes were glassy.
Peter grinned from ear to ear. Given his history, I wasn't
surprised that he played the aggressor. He collected her other breast.
"Niice! Do you like having your breasts played with?"
"Uh huh..." Joy sounded congested; she was wheezing.
"Put your legs over ours," Peter directed, picking up her right leg
and putting it over his left. Michael duplicated the effort with her left,
and Joy never even thought to resist. "You don't have to play with yourself
-- we can help you, just like you're helping us..." He reached in and
started rubbing her mound.
I was amazed that he had any idea what he was doing. Joy moaned,
"Oooooohhhh!" and arched her back, and Pete sucked in a nipple. Joy started
panting rapidly, then went, "NNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHH!!!!" and I watched her toes
curl while she writhed between the boys. Peter's fingers started making
sloppy noises and he grinned at Michael.
"I bet you loved THAT!" he whispered in Joy's ear.
"Ooh! Oh! Ooh!" Joy grunted; I could see her stomach clench from
her climax. I was glad I was taping this -- it was one of the hottest
scenes I'd ever seen! In a moment, she flopped back and croaked, "No more!"
"Wasn't that fun?" Michael cooed. "You owe Peter -- lean over there
and suck him like the woman on TV is doing..." Joy turned glazed eyes on
the screen and leaned over into Peter's lap. Peter took her head in his
hands and began to smile.
"Joy! Isn't that a nice name?" Peter mused aloud, grinning. Joy
was slurping away, thoroughly domesticated.
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Timing was tight -- I figured that I had maybe five minutes to
intervene before they fucked the girl -- and none of the three of them knew
what they were doing. Jean was slumped in the swivel chair with one hand in
her crotch and the other rolling a nipple between her fingers. On the
screen in front of her, Holly was licking Heather's clit while Amy fed her
the dildo, muttering, "Real cocks are better, but you get the idea..." It
was time to take charge of the situation.
I tiptoed up behind Jean and said, singsong, "Jeannie's a pervert,
Jeannie's a pervert..." Jean jumped two feet in the air and came down
sputtering.
"Me!? I don't have cameras all over my house!"
"Nice try," I replied. "It's one thing to have a surveillance
system that cycles through several locations, and another to lock things
down and make like a voyeur, getting off on a bunch of minors having lesbian
sex!"
"Yeah, well..." She stood there looking flustered. "I'm leaving!"
"No you're not. Sit down -- I have something to show you." I
entered a password and some keystrokes and fast-forwarded through the
resulting clip until it got to be particularly damning. "See this?"
"Oooohhh..." Jean deflated, visibly.
"I warned you, Honey -- now it's too late. Get up and get out of
that bathing suit."
"Why?"
"Don't ask -- there's no time. I was going to enjoy this -- rub it
in -- but we're on a schedule. Just do it." I ordered.
"No."
"Fine. Tell you what -- I'll just show this video of your little
voyeuristic episode to the parents of, say, Holly, or Gina. How's that?
Even after you get out of jail, you'll have to register with the cops as a
sex offender. Kate's momma knows you're a voyeur, and Heather no doubt does
-- Amy, too -- but there are plenty of people who would see this as an
elaborate setup involving you, and maybe Heather..."
"You wouldn't!"
"Shut up and get out of that suit -- NOW! I TOLD you -- we're in a
hurry here!"
"For what? For you to rape me?"
I delivered a judicious slap. "I'm TRYING to save the virginity of
the fourteen-year-old you're NOT watching! Now MOVE!" I threatened another
swing.
Jean started moving, white-faced and shocky. "Hurry!" I insisted,
"I don't know if Joy is on the Pill -- and if she isn't, Michael or Pete
could impregnate her at any moment! Do you want a paternity suit, too?"
"Omigod!" Jean picked up the pace markedly, staggering off toward
the door and into the hallway with her swimsuit bottoms tying her up. In a
moment, she was clear of them and running barefoot past the TV room toward
the basement, with me on her heels.
"Boys! Hold up!" I yelled in the stairwell. In a moment, we
thudded clear -- not a moment too soon; Joy was on her hands and knees
blowing Michael -- and Peter was behind her, aiming his cock at her gash!
Joy bounded up with a shriek. "I -- We -- He..." She stood there,
trying to figure out where to run.
"You're not in trouble, Honey," I told her. "Go back to what you're
doing."
"Wh--what?"
"Give Michael his blow job. You were enjoying it -- I know you
were. Go on back to it -- we're here to preserve your cherry for a little
bit -- that's all." I turned to where Jean was regarding me, open mouthed,
and said, "Take Peter over there and show him a good time. He needs to know
what he's doing before he takes Joy's cherry."
"WHAT?"
"Just do it. If you don't think I own your ass, think again!"
"You don't..."
"A girl with your coloration shouldn't wear orange jumpsuits, Honey.
Can you imagine what the other inmates will want from you?"
"Cletus, please!"
"So it's please, now! Look at me. Say 'You own me.' Go on..." I
stood waiting.
Jean licked her lips. "You own me."
"Now, go fuck Pete. Show him a good time. Show him how to make a
girl VERY happy. Pete, she's your play toy until further notice."
"Wow! Thanks, Cletus!"
"I TOLD you I'd get you laid -- although you surprised me by almost
handling it yourself!" I chuckled. "Jean..." I admonished when she didn't
move.
"Cletus, this is..."
"Punishment for unauthorized voyeurism," I cut her off. "Now!" My
voice was a whipcrack.
"Yes, Cletus," Jean answered dully. Joy burst into a wail.
"NOW see what you've done?" I snapped. "Don't just fart around --
you show Pete, here, every erogenous zone you own. I want to see you cum --
understand?"
"Yes, Cletus!" Jean gathered herself. "Come, Peter -- we're to
enjoy ourselves. I'll... show you how it's done."
"She's got an itchy clit," Pete," I told him. "If she seems
reluctant, you can warm her up the way you did Joy."
Pete seemed to grow six inches. "Okay."
Meanwhile, Joy was blubbering. "Come here, Honey," I told her.
"Shhhh -- were you having a good time? Don't lie to Uncle Cletus, now."
Joy looked into my eyes for a bit, sniffling. "Y--yes."
"Okay, then. We didn't mean to scare you like this -- but Pete was
going to take your cherry, and he's never had sex with a girl to date, so we
wanted to fix things, first, okay?"
"Y--yes. T--thank you."
"You're welcome, Sweety. Wanna cuddle with Michael and suck his
cock for a while? I'll make it worth your while..."
Joy turned big, confused eyes on me. "I'm not in trouble for that?"
"No, Baby -- you're not in trouble. That's just natural. Tell, me,
Honey -- are you on birth control?"
"Uh huh. Sis and I get bad cramps..."
"Well, now -- that's just perfect!"
"It is?"
"Sure, Baby. You can enjoy your boyfriends without worries! Now go
over and take charge of Michael's cock and Uncle Cletus will diddle your
cunny until you cum like Pete did -- okay?"
"Cletus!" Jean erupted.
"YOU shut up!" I rasped. "You have NO IDEA what's going on here.
Joy was in the midst of the most wonderful evening of her life before we
burst in, weren't you, Honey?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"No buts, Missy. You belong to Pete and Michael now. They're gonna
cuddle you and tickle your clitty and take you to dances and stuff -- and
fuck your brains out. Isn't that great?"
Joy was coming out of shock now; she looked dubious, but...
"Dances?"
"Sure. Dates. Right boys?"
"Yup..." Pete grunted as he inserted his cock in a recumbent Jean.
"Holy Jeezus!"
"I told you that was the good stuff," I pointed out to Pete. "See?"
"Gawd!" he gasped. Holding still, he gathered himself. "I'm gonna
shoot all over the place if I move," he gasped at Jean. Then he crooked a
finger at Joy. "Do you have a problem with doing this?"
Joy looked down at the juncture of Pete and Jean. "I, uh, umm --
probably not." She looked away, embarrassed.
"Then we'll go on dates," Pete puffed. "Lots of dates. You and me.
You and Michael. You and me and Michael. Right Michael?"
"Right!" Michael nodded. He wasn't sure if he was ever going to
finish that blow job -- you could see it in his face.
Pete reached out to caress Joy's cheek. "Go suck Michael. Make him
happy. You know you like it -- WE know you like it. Cletus will make your
cunny happy. Okay, Sweetie?"
"Well..." Joy wasn't stupid -- she was back on an even keel and she
knew she was being used for sex. But you could see in her face that she
thought the bargain was a pretty good one.
"Give me a kiss and go see Michael," Pete said softly.
I had to give the boy credit -- he was a natural! Joy leaned in
nervously for a kiss, got a good one, and happily turned to go take care of
Michael's aching erection, all doubts resolved. Seconds later, she was
making juicy sucking noises and moaning while Michael twiddled her puffy
brown nipples between his fingers. "Kid, you're gonna need very little help
from me," I chuckled.
"I can't BELIEVE how this feels!" Pete grunted, slowly beginning to
move.
I eyed Jean. "Me, either!" she puffed. If she was faking it, she
was doing a convincing job...
"Bite her nipples," I suggested. "Gently." Pete grinned and leaned
down. Jean groaned. "Yeah, she likes that," I confirmed. I wandered over
to Joy; she had a nice, prominent clit. I started buzzing it with three
fingers and she started singing around Michael's cock. In next to no time
she was grunting and humping and her pussy was slushy and pulsing under my
fingers; when I let up, she made like a Hoover on Michael's cock, all
reservations forgotten. Ah, young love... or lust, or whatever...
Pete didn't take that long to cum -- surprise, surprise -- but Jean
just wrapped her legs behind his ass and gasped, "Keep going!" Given how
fast he got off, it was no surprise that he had thirds available. Jean was
pinking up nicely, which was cute with that little splash of freckles across
her nose. "Isn't this better than watching?" I asked her. That got me a
look, but exactly what was she going to do, anyway? I watched while Pete
rode her home; it seems like everybody has a unique noise to make while
cumming, and Jean was no exception, coming out with a "Guh! Guh! Guh!"
sound I'd never heard before.
You guys hang out with what you've got," I said, waving, "I need to
go check on things." Michael grunted and waved; Pete didn't even look up.
In the office, I checked on the girls; Kate was riding Holly's face
while Gina buzzed her clit with a vibrator. Heather and Amy were entwined,
but not doing anything much, apparently -- probably resting after a bout.
That seemed fine; I checked the basement, but things hadn't changed
appreciably. Glancing at my watch, I realized that Karen should be along
soon, so I punched up a camera with a view of the door and flicked between
the three sites, keeping myself up to date.
Joy took Michael's load a couple of minutes later; he grabbed her
head and tried to find her stomach with his cock at the last minute -- which
didn't make her that happy, but she survived after a cough or two. Michael
had the good sense to apologize, then drag Joy onto his lap to give his
hands something to do while he collapsed in a chair where he could watch his
friend put the meat to his mother.
Jean's movements made it clear that her initial objections were a
thing of the past; Pete was having trouble hanging on, occasionally, let
alone getting a good stroke in. But it wasn't doing his ego any harm, so I
didn't consider the whole thing to be a problem.
Holly and Gina had moved to double-teaming Amy with BOTH the dildo
and the vibrator while Amy sucked Heather's pussy. Amy's face was obscured,
but Heather's glowed -- and Amy's body was doing a lot of bouncing and
jittering.
The front door popped open -- Karen had arrived, and was being
quiet, calling, "Cletus?" I got up and headed down the hall to meet her.
"How are things going?" she asked.
"They're in full swing," I replied. "Most of the girls are sucking
pussy in the TV room, and the boys are entertaining downstairs. Jean
succumbed to her voyeuristic tendencies and I caught her dead to rights, so
she's domesticated, finally -- right now, she's in the basement teaching
Pete all about fucking."
"Okay..." Karen muttered, watching me. 'What about me?' was
understood without actually having to be said.
"Get undressed -- you're going to return the favor," I told her.
"Go on down and take Jean's boy Michael in hand and teach him to fuck. I'll
be along to keep their little slip occupied." I waved her ahead of me.
"Fuck Michael?" she confirmed on the stairs.
"Fuck Michael," I agreed.
"Yeah, that's kinky..."
"I knew you'd be thrilled," I chuckled.
Pete looked up and blinked as his mother cleared the stairwell.
Karen waved and said, "Hi, Sweetie," but moved dutifully onward to place
herself before Michael. "Cletus says you need a fuck."
Michael looked at me and then at Pete and his mother and muttered,
"That makes sense, I guess."
"I'll keep Joy occupied for the moment," I told him, taking her hand
and pulling her to her feet. "I'll bring her back in basically the same
condition."
"Uh, thanks..." Michael mumbled. Karen climbed right onto the
chair. Pete eyed the situation -- you could see him processing it -- then
he nodded and went back to paying full attention to what he was doing. I
guess he wasn't surprised any more at what his momma was capable of.
That left me standing there holding Joy by the wrist. The girl
seemed to have no will of her own; I'd never seen a girl more biddable. I
snagged a couple of couch pillows and hauled her off to a spot on the carpet
where I could stretch out. "Sit," I directed. "Wanna talk for a bit? How
are you doing?" She sat there looking at me and made to speak a couple of
times, but nothing came out. I realized that she was probably a little bit
freaked out. "You're safe. I know things are a little wild right now, but
I think you're gonna come out on top."
"All this sex..." she muttered. She eyed me fearfully. "I'm not in
trouble?"
"Nope."
Her eyes settled on Pete, who was apparently finishing up in Jean,
from the look on his face. "I'm confused."
"Tell me what you know, and I'll try to fill in the blanks, Honey,"
I said gently.
"The big girls pushed me out," she muttered. "Sis made me come down
here..."
"The big girls wanted to play with each other -- and sex toys," I
told her gently. "They're upstairs doing mostly what's going on down here,
except there aren't any boys."
"Why send me here?" Joy wondered. "This wasn't safe..."
"It was a chance for you to meet boys."
"They were all mad."
"You interrupted them."
"Then..."
"You got into your own little sex game," I amplified. "Did you
enjoy it?"
"Yes." Her face screwed up. "That's bad, isn't it?"
"No, not really, Honey," I told her. "You adapted to the situation.
You're not hurt, right?"
"No."
"Okay."
"Then you showed up..."
"Just as you were about to fuck. Are you mad?" I asked.
"Well..." She shook her head. "I don't know how I got there. I
don't know if it's gonna happen again. I wanted it -- now I'm scared. Why
did you stop it?"
"The boys weren't much more experienced than you are, Honey. I
didn't want them to mess up your first time."
"Oh. But..." Pete and Jean were sitting up. Michael had Karen on
the floor and was going to town in her pussy.
"But I brought in a couple of old women and cut you out?" I
chuckled. "Those old women aren't competition -- they're here to teach the
boys what pussy is like. When they're done, you're gonna have your hands
full."
"No." Joy shook her head.
"No?"
"They won't come back to me."
"They said they would," I pointed out. "Remember?"
"Why should they?"
"Ain't nothing wrong with you, Babe," I insisted. "Besides, they
can't take old chicks out on dates, you know? You've got the inside track."
"No," Joy insisted.
"Pete!" I yelled, waving him over. "Joy thinks you're done with
her." Pete got that look that said he was wondering if he could get it up
again, so I added, "Long-term."
"Oh." He eyed her. "We had a deal -- are you backing out?"
"What?"
"You be good to us and we'll be good to you," Pete amplified.
"Like that?" Joy pointed to where Michael and Karen were rutting.
"Like that," Pete agreed. "Is that a problem? It didn't seem to
be."
"It isn't." Joy looked away, embarrassed.
"Okay, then," Pete replied. He reached out to cup her left breast.
"These are nice."
Joy smiled shyly.
"See?" I pressed. "It's all settled. Now, I'm getting tired of
just watching. Joy, I'm gonna lie down on my back -- you crawl over me and
practice your cock sucking and I'll show you a couple of things a guy can do
with his tongue. Pete, you should hang out and watch -- I'll show you how
to make a girl sing for her supper!" I got things going as a sixty-nine
with Joy on top; she was whining and gurgling and trying to swallow my cock
in no time. After a couple of minutes and one noisy cum, I rolled us over
and handed Joy off to Pete for the practical exercise and pulled Jean down
to the floor beside them. "Finally!" I growled, rocking her back and
pressing my cock against her hole. "THIS took long enough..."