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****************************************************** Training The Twins
Book 2 (C)July 2008 (MFFfmg (various), ped, inc, rom (lots), sm, les, spk,
menst, nc(sort of))

   Sexual Fantasy Fiction By Writers Cramp
writer_s_cramp40REMOVE@hotmail.com
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   Author's Note: If you have already read Book 1 (you really should do so
before reading this story) you will soon realise this story does not follow
immediately on from there.  In fact it will take some time before you
understand the significance of where this story is going.  Be patient,
readers, all will be revealed!

   Characters Molly Briggs just turned 13, Jameson Briggs, her father, aged
39, Rhona, her mother, aged 34, Brendan, her brother 15, .  Gina Jensen,
Rhona's Friend aged 38, Richard Jensen, Rick, her husband, aged 43, Their
girls, Sally 15, Marie14 & Alisha 12 Jeremy Saunders (Jerry), Sally's
husband, Leader of The Covenant.  Sally Saunders, nee Gordon, aged 35,
Samantha Gordon, Sally's daughter aged 14, Wesley Gordon, Sally's son aged
14,

   The Covenant Members: Fellows Family: Benjamin, aged 45, Gina, his wife,
aged 42, Bethany, aged 16, Aimee, aged 13,

   Borack Family: Izador, aged 47, Franzescha, his wife, aged 31,
Marie-Louise, aged 14, Christopher, aged 13, Anne, aged 12,

   Chapter One

   In her half-awake state, little Molly Briggs snuggled deeper beneath the
bedclothes and smiled as she recalled the events of last night and this
morning.  She had turned thirteen just yesterday and two of her school
friends spent the whole day with her and a sleepover as they celebrated her
becoming a teenager.  Lots of fun and laughter and of course the night when
they were on their own and talked about secret things, things she would
never want her mother to hear.

   About boys and sex, at least what little any of them knew about that
subject, and about themselves, periods and growing breasts and such because
they had all reached their pubescent years, all experiencing the monthly
curse as one of her friends called it.  Molly was pleased that hers was no
different to her friends and all agreed they hated having to wear those
bulky pads around for several days each month.  She also learned she wasn't
the only one embarrassed in the extreme and frightened at the possibility
of anyone knowing when she was in that state.  Funny thing, none of the
girls actually said when theirs was next due so none of them would know
about their friend's situation either, which pleased Molly no end.

   They all felt very guilty when they decided to show each other how their
breasts had developed and despite Molly truly believing hers were far too
small for her age, she discovered hers fell in the middle of the size
stakes, Marybeth being much smaller than she and Josie a lot bigger.  In
fact Marybeth became very quiet after they'd pulled their pajama tops back
on and Molly empathised with her.  They told Marybeth hers would still grow
bigger but it only brought tears to the girl's eyes and they decided to
change the subject to something else.

   The most embarrassing time for Molly was during dinner when presents
were handed to the birthday girl and in front of everyone, she blushed a
deep pink when she found her parents had bought her first real bra.

   "You can throw your trainer bras away now, baby," her mother declared to
all, including her Daddy and her snot of a brother.  Brendan laughed aloud
and sneered at her when he saw what she was holding.  He was so immature in
some ways, she told herself, pushing the memory of his face out of her
mind. They were usually friends but she had noticed recently he took a
great deal of interest in her developing chest.  So did Daddy for that
matter.

   Quite often she would look up only to find one or the other looking at
her in a strange way, a look of more than just interest, contemplation
perhaps.  Well, all boys did that, so the teachers told her in sexEd class
but it seemed different having Daddy look at her new bumps.  He was her
Daddy and he shouldn't be interested in that at all.

   Then she thought of herself, her own growing body, her small breasts and
even the hair around her pussy.  She was bald no longer and it made her
feel so proud, not that anyone saw this growth.  But it was a sign of
growing up and she imagined in the next year or so having boobies almost as
large as her mother's and a mass of hair that actually covered her sex.  At
present, whenever she stood in front of the mirror she could easily
distinguish the line of her pussy and it would be so cool to be able to
walk around with it covered completely by curly hairs.  Then there would be
nothing for boys to try and peek at as they often did, not only at her but
all her friends as well.  And not just boys at school but brothers at home
as well.

   Molly knew Brendan tried to peek at her quite often when she was getting
dressed or in the shower and she had to scream loud to send him scurrying
away before his mother or sometimes his father came up the stairs to see
what the commotion was about.  So far she had never told on Brendan but
she'd warned him several times and all he did was laugh.

   "Ha, you'd never tell Dad, you don't want him knowing you've got tits
and hair down there between your legs."

   "How do you know that?" She screamed at him in a fit of humiliation.

   "Everyone does, sis.  Me too."

   "What?  You've got tits too?" She asked, shrieking in fits of laughter
at her wit.

   "No, hair, you stupid cow."

   "Anyway, you've never seen it and I'm not telling whether I have or
haven't."

   Despite hating the way Brendan kept trying to see her in a state of
undress, she loved her brother, but sex was not one of the things she cared
to share with him, or anyone else for that matter.

   After the long day of celebrating when she got hardly any sleep because
the three of them talked through the night, her mother woke the two girls
up at seven o'clock so they could dress and be ready for their parents to
call for them at eight o'clock.  After Molly waved them goodbye, her mother
suggested she go back to bed and try to get some more sleep.

   "I heard you girls giggling your heads off all through the night.  Have
a good time?"

   "Oh, it was super, Mummy, Thanks for letting them stay over."

   So here she was just waking up at almost midday and quite happy to
remain undisturbed but just as she was thinking that, her mother broke the
reverie.

   "Mol, it's about time you woke up or you'll never sleep tonight.  Go and
take a shower then come back to your room, there's something I need to talk
to you about."

   "Uh?  Oh, O.K., Mummy," she acknowledged wondering what was the matter
for just the way her mother spoke seemed ominous.  She was sure she hadn't
done anything wrong but the tone was almost as though she had.  Surely
their conversations of last night hadn't been overheard.  "Oh, not that,"
she gasped aloud at the thought.

   Shower over, as she returned to her room wearing a towel wrapped tightly
around her, she found her mother sitting on the edge of her bed.

   "Slip into a clean nightie dear, might as well be comfortable while we
talk," she instructed her daughter.

   Molly found herself having to divest herself of the towel before her
mother's eyes.  Not a comfortable feeling at all, very embarrassing, she
told herself as she turned her back to complete the manoeuvrer as modestly
as possible.  She caught the wry smile on her mother's face as she turned
back to face her.

   "Comfortable?"

   "Yes, I guess," the youngster answered a little tentatively.

   "Baby you've just turned thirteen and in some cultures that means you're
an adult.  After all you've grown breasts and have periods, don't you?"

   "Y... Yes," she admitted blushing.  It was so humiliating to talk about
such private things even with her mother.

   "And I've no doubt there's hairs sprouting around your pussy?" It was
definitely a question, not an assumption.

   "Yes, Mummy," she admitted, her eyes looking anywhere but at her mother.

   "So you really are growing up.  Old enough to have a baby if you let
some boy have his way with you," she went on, disregarding her daughter's
obvious unease.

   "I haven't... I... I've never done anything, Mummy," she rushed in,
thinking she was being accused of something more terrible than she could
have imagined.  Yuk, how could she ever let a man do those sorts of things
to her?  her young mind was saying silently.

   "No, I was sure you haven't, baby.  You've got more sense than that but
you will be faced with having to make that decision sometime soon.  Very
few girls remain virgins beyond age sixteen and that's only three years
away."

   Oh, how terrible this discussion was turning out.  Anything to do with
sex sent shock waves through the youngster's mind.  Maybe some of her
friends could joke about letting boys do it to them but to Molly who was
too timid to even talk to boys at school about anything, let alone sex, it
made her distinctly uncomfortable.  Was her Mother going to give her
another sex talk?  Oh, the last one was gross and she hoped she wouldn't
have to sit through another.

   "Well, do you have anything to say, baby?"

   "Say?  What about?"

   "About you and sex, about letting boys have their way, about getting
pregnant."

   "Oh, I'll never let that happen, Mummy.  Anyway I don't even have a
boyfriend, never have.  I hate boys, they're so... so gross."

   "You'll soon change your mind when some handsome young fellow starts to
woo you, baby.  Then our work will be cut out, trying to protect your
virginity from ever-eager young spunks.  Don't look so shocked, Mol, I was
your age once too, remember.  I had my share of doing naughty things in the
back of their cars at the drive-in.  I know what you'll be getting up to
before long.  That's why we've decided, your father and I, to have this
little talk, baby.  There are things every young girl needs to go through
and there is no better time than right now as you enter your teenage
years."

   "Mummy, you've already told me about...  about...  you know."

   "About sex?"

   "Yes." The poor girl was cringed inside hoping this conversation would
end.

   "We've talked but there's been no practical experience, nothing to show
you what you need to know about growing up, your body and all the changes
you'll go through over the next few years and the experiences I know you'll
encounter as you become more friendly with boys."

   "Yuk, you know I don't like boys," the youngster said adamantly.

   "And there's the important matter of female hygiene you will have to
practice from now on."

   "Female hygiene?  What's that?" The moment she asked she could have
bitten off her tongue.  If she didn't know what it meant, then her mother
would certainly proceed to show her and she didn't want to go through
anything so gross as that.  She knew she was blushing fiercely because her
face was so hot.

   "There's so much you have to learn, Molly, that your father and I
decided it would be best to obtain professional help to guide you through
this.  We've arranged for Dr.  Jensen to come and explain everything you
need to know.  Besides you still haven't had a proper physical since your
periods started and he will carry that out at the same time."

   As Molly's voice rose to almost a squeal of despair at the thought of
what that might entail, her mother's thoughts quickly wandered back over
the past ten days...

   Chapter Two

   Rhona had seen the excitement in her husband's eyes every time he looked
at their daughter since the small mounds of her breasts began to show
through her clothing.  They had often discussed Molly's physical
development and he became instantly aroused when she described anything new
she had noticed in the youngster's growing up.  Menstrual periods were
especially arousing as was the time she told him of Molly's first pussy
hairs.  Some of the discussion was fiction on Rhona's part but it certainly
raised his interest and gave her some of the best sex she had ever
experienced.

   During one conversation she had casually asked him if he had ever
fantasised about stroking his daughter's new breasts and he instantly came
in his pyjamas.  It was the first time she had seen him ejaculate without
any physical manipulation at all.  That was the first time she sensed the
power she could have over him, the power to obtain her own sexual
satisfaction whenever she wanted it.  It began simply at first, teasing him
with her voice, talking about the sensations of caressing the youngster, of
undressing her, of kissing young breasts and stroking soft pussy.

   To Rhona this wasn't wrong, it was simply her way of arousing a husband
of fifteen years so she could be satisfied more than she had been in many
years.  There was no intention of ever involving their daughter in anything
sexual, it was just fantasy, between the two of them but it turned him into
a raging rutting bull every time she brought the thought of Molly into
their lovemaking.  She was never left wanting.

   Conversely, the times Molly wasn't in his thoughts, was anything but a
pleasure.  Nothing more than a few uninspired thrusts, a semisoft penis
that finally squirted a few drops of semen inside her and did nothing more
than put him to sleep.  Those were like the old times, uncaring and little
thought for her satisfaction.  So Molly or some other fictitious pubescent
female had to be discussed to ensure a little alternative excitement from
time to time to keep his drive spiced up.

   The time she brought a pair of Molly's panties with stains in the crotch
was the turning point in their lovemaking.  After two solid fucking
sessions within an hour when she came both times without having her clit
touched at all, and his cock still as hard as before he began, she knew the
time would come when she would hand their daughter to him physically. 
After she had recovered from her orgasms, she masturbated him to his third
climax using the panties over his cock and pretending to be Molly,
eventually calling him Daddy just before he climaxed.  His body jerked and
trembled so violently, she struggled to retain the silky garment around his
erection, eventually giving up and watching sperm pump all over the bed and
both of them.

   They laid among the sticky mess for more than an hour, he dozing off,
while she sifted a thousand things through her mind.  Finally she decided
to say what she'd been thinking.

   "Babe, would you like to touch her for real?"

   "Hmmm," he asked sleepily.

   "Would you like to touch Molly?"

   She felt his body tighten and there was dead silence for what seemed
like hours.  Then he breathed deeply and asked, "Did I hear you right?"

   "What did you hear?"

   "About touching Molly.  Is that what you meant?"

   "Well, do you?"

   "You mean touch actually touch her?  Under her clothes?  Sexually?"

   "I was just wondering, Jamie.  I mean, thinking about her gets you
excited, I know that.  Maybe you'd like to caress her as you do me.  Would
you?"

   "I... I can't believe you'd even think that, Rho, let alone say it. 
I..."

   "Look, baby, if it upsets you that much, let's forget it.  I don't want
to argue about it, I was just wondering, that's all."

   "No, it isn't that, hon, it was just a shock to hear you come out and
say it because it's something I've thought about lots since she began to
grow up.  Probably all fathers do, I don't know.  She's just so pretty and
I often wonder what it would be like to fondle someone so young, so
innocent.  It seems you've wondered that too."

   "But you'd like it to be Molly, not just any young girl?"

   "I've never had thoughts of anyone else, hon, except you of course."

   "Ha, ha, you old flatterer," she smiled then more seriously added, "It
won't be easy, you know."

   "What, fondling you?  Nothing is more enjoyable, believe me."

   "I mean Molly.  She would object, strongly.  She could cause bad trouble
if we really tried to get her undressed in front of you."

   "Oh, shit, hon, I need to cum again."

   "What?  You're a demon, Jameson Briggs.  This will be four in one
night."

   "It's not my fault.  I didn't bring up the conversation piece of the
evening.  It was you."

   "Want me to ease the pressure in your balls, baby?"

   "Any way you like."

   His cock was semi-deflated as she took hold but within seconds, still
soft, he dribbled over her hand.  There was so little she slurped it up in
one breath then kissed her spermy lips against his.

   "I like you this way, baby.  You're so sexy.  There has to be a way to
make Molly yours, well mine too, I don't want to miss out either." As soon
as she said it she felt his cock react and begin to grow firm again.  "I
think our daughter is a little slut, making you do this all the time. 
She'll give you a heart attack."

   "Then you'll have her all to yourself," he said with a dirty snigger. 
"Oh, it's a sexy thought but we both know we'll never enjoy the dream."

   "Just keep thinking of her when you fuck me, lover.  I like the way she
makes you hard."

   "Wonder what she'd do if she heard us now."

   "Probably have her own heart attack.  She's so shy about anything to do
with sex."

   "Makes the dream all the better, doesn't it?"

   "Hmmm," she giggled.  "Let's just think about it for the time being. 
You never know, something may come up, besides your big cock, that is."

   It didn't take Rhona long to think of her next move but the hard part
was to actually put her thoughts into actions.

   She picked up the phone for the fourth time to make the call but the
risks were great and she knew she had to tread carefully.

   "Hello, Gina?  Hi, hon, it's me, Rhona." They talked for a bit then
Rhona finally took the first step.  "Hon, I need to talk about something
but not over the phone.  Are you alone?  Can I come over?  Oh, good, I'll
be there in ten minutes.  No, nothing's wrong but it's something we can't
discuss over the phone.  No, Jamie and I are fine and happy.  Wait until I
get there."

   Chapter Three

   Rhona felt perspiration running down between her breasts as she walked
towards the door and pressed the bell.  Damn, I hope I don't end up in
clink over this, she thought as she waited.

   "Hi, Rho, come in.  My God, what's the matter?  You look terrible.  What
is it?" Her friend asked as she ushered her inside.  "Like something to
drink?"

   "I'll have a Scotch, make it a double."

   "There is something really wrong, isn't there?  Has Jamie left you?"
Gina asked with concern.

   "It's not Jamie, we had such great sex last night I thought I'd died and
gone to heaven," Rhona said, hoping this would convince her it wasn't their
marriage.  She took the offered glass and drank half the contents in one
gulp.  "I needed that," she admitted setting the glass down.

   "So...?"

   "Oh, this isn't easy, Gina.  You don't know how long I've agonised about
coming to talk to you."

   "You're not going to tell me you've been shagging my husband, I hope,"
the woman asked suspiciously.

   "Well it is about Rick but we haven't been bonking, I promise.  I get
enough from Jamie these days to last me the rest of my days."

   "So, it's about Rick but you haven't been balling him?  He isn't having
an affair with someone else, is he?"

   "Do you think he ever would?"

   "If he got half the chance, he would.  But he fucks me good too so I
can't complain.  Maybe we can share experiences sometime?"

   "Maybe," Rhona replied without thinking.  "Oh, where do I start?"

   "For God's sake, start somewhere, anywhere, or you'll give me a stroke.
What the hell's the matter, Rho?"

   "It... It's just that if I tell, well ask really, what I came for you
might get so upset you'll put the cops onto me.  Can we keep this just to
ourselves?  Not even Rick or Jamie to know?"

   "You know you can, Rho.  We've kept so many secrets over the years, how
could you think I'd ever cheat you now?"

   "I know but I've never asked anything like I'm going to this time.  At
least I think I'm going to."

   "God damn it all, Rho, if you don't come out with it soon, I'm going to
strangle you."

   "We've been friends for so long I'd hate to lose you.  No matter what I
tell you, promise you won't hate me and you won't tell a living soul? 
Promise me, Gina."

   "Seeing as how you've told me you haven't been fucking my husband,
there's nothing on this earth that could make me hate you, honey-babe and I
promise no-one will hear even one word of what you tell me."

   Rhona looked into her friend's eyes for a long moment then relaxed when
she realised Gina was being honest with her.

   "I know you'll keep your promise, Gina, so I will bite the bullet and
come clean.  But when you hear, you'll understand why I'm so uptight.  It's
about Molly."

   "Molly?  Oh, God, what's wrong with her?"

   "No nothing at least, not yet.  But she's developing, you know, into
puberty.  Little boobies and pussy hair but she's so shy with everybody,
even with me and Jamie when it comes to discussing personal things,
sexuality and all that."

   "You want Rick to talk to her about sex?  Is that it?"

   "No, not exactly.  But I want to do something to show her that she has
sexuality, sexual feelings that are natural, not bad and dirty as she
thinks now."

   "God they all think that, Rhona.  My three wouldn't go near boys when
they were Molly's age.  Now it's a handful trying to keep them from getting
pregnant."

   "You mean they're all having sex?  But they're not much older than
Molly."

   "Cherrie's even younger, remember?  Except for keeping them locked up,
how do you stop them experimenting?  They've all got hormones pumping away
at that age."

   "What does Rick say?"

   "He just smiles.  Besides he gets a kick out of seeing them developing.
I've caught him peeking in on them quite often.  I think he likes young
fluff, to tell you the truth."

   "Oh, my God, Rick?  I would never have suspected him of..."

   "Of what?  Wanting a peek at soft untouched flesh?  Oh, shit, every man
alive, dreams about some tender-aged chick fucking them silly.  I'll bet
Jamie does too."

   Rhona gasped and felt herself close to fainting.  "Oh, I never
realised... Has he...?  Has he ever done anything?"

   "How do you mean?  To the girls?"

   "Y... Yes."

   "No, at least not yet.  We've joked about it, you know.  Gets him real
horny too."

   Rhona could do nothing but stare at her friend in shock.  How could
anyone else be thinking the same way she was?  And her closest friend at
that.

   "Have I shocked you, baby?  I'm sorry."

   "No... no, it's not that," she sighed and lowered her eyes.  Then she
decided to do what she had no intention of doing.  "Gina, I haven't been
totally honest with you.  What I was going to tell you, to ask you
actually, was only the half-truth.  You see, we have been concerned about
Molly's shyness but that was only part of it.  Jamie and I have been
talking, just talking, mind you, usually during sex, about Molly and her
growing body.  It always got Jamie so worked up he practically rapes me but
it gave me the best orgasms I've ever had."

   This time it was Gina who looked surprised.

   "Oh, my, baby, we are alike, aren't we?  Using our daughters to make our
husbands fuck us better.  That's exactly the reason my sex life is so good
right now.  I even encourage him to take a peek at them whenever he can; it
gets him going like nothing my body ever did to him."

   "Do the girls know?"

   "I suspect it's all a game to them.  Their doors seem to be open just a
shade almost all the time now and even the bathroom when they shower
sometimes."

   "The other night I took a pair of Molly's soiled panties and masturbated
him with them.  He came in seconds.  Then he fucked me twice and wanted a
blow job to finish off.  Not even on our honeymoon could he manage more
than twice in a day and they were usually spread well apart."

   "Same here.  Fucking then was usually only for his pleasure but these
days I almost always get off with a good cum before he goes red in the
face."

   "I asked Jamie if he'd like to caress her body and he came in his
pyjamas without being touched.  That's when I hatched the plan I was going
to talk to you about."

   "Then you'd better get to the point, my dear girl before I start
screaming."

   "At least we've broken the ice, haven't we?  So it won't be as hard as
I'd thought.  Molly has never met Rick, probably wouldn't recognise you
either because she was just a kid when she saw you last.  I thought if I
could convince Rick to impersonate a Doctor and come to the house to give
her a physical and explain certain things to her, it might be a way of
convincing her to accept being naked in front of Jamie and even allow him
to take certain liberties.  All in the guise of proper sex education that
the Doctor would recommend, of course.  I have it all written down here so
Rick could understand what I wanted but not necessarily why."

   "You'd be prepared to go to those lengths in the interests of great
sex?"

   "Do you think I'm perverted?"

   "Most would, hon, but I've been through exactly what you have and I had
no idea how to go any further despite wanting something more.  It's the
men, isn't it?  Do whatever's necessary to keep their cock hard and we
girls reap the rewards.  Damn it all, why couldn't I think of something
like this?"

   "Are we so selfish, Gina?  If Jamie and I do this thing we could hurt
her emotionally so we'll have to be so careful and take it slowly.  We'll
have to make sure she thinks it's all for her benefit and not sexual at
all. How does a father stroke a thirteen year old's breasts in a non-sexual
way?  Jamie's cock will be so hard he'll tent out like the Highpoint Tower.
He's also just as likely to cream himself and leave a massive wet spot
right before her eyes."

   "What do you think Rick would do with a chance like this?  He'll spurt
before she's undone the second button."

   "Men are pricks, aren't they?"

   "They're nothing but prick.  It's the be-all of their puny little lives
but I'm glad Rick has such a nice one.  You wouldn't believe what that
prick can do to a girl's ego."

   "Don't I know it?  Oh, Gina, we're so alike, aren't we?  I wonder how
many other women use their daughters to get their own sexual kicks."

   "We'll never know but there's probably a lot more than we think.  I
mean, two out of two is not a bad average, is it?"

   "Do you think Rick would oblige?"

   "Are you sure you want to go ahead with this, babe?  It has risks, you
know.  An unguarded word at the wrong time, an innocent comment by Molly to
her friends or worse, her teacher, could bring the world falling around
your ears."

   "Yes, we both know that.  We'll have to coach her well, so she thinks it
is all so very innocent yet a family matter, nothing to do with anyone
else. The first hint of trouble and we'd have to stop immediately.  We have
every intention of doing it with a loving attitude because we do love her.
Gina, you know that, don't you?"

   "Of course I do, pet.  You'd never hurt her but you'll have to be very
careful."

   "What do you think Rick will say?"

   "I think the first thing he'll do is throw me onto the bed and fuck the
arse off me.  Then he'll ask a million questions and fuck me all over
again."

   "And then...?"

   "Then he'll high-tail it to your place in the best doctor's wardrobe
money can buy."

   "Do you really think so?  He'll go along with it?"

   "I know him well enough to know he'd never say no to a chance like
this."

   "You'll probably have to give him an orgasm a couple of times before he
leaves home on the day.  I don't think it would be good to sport a massive
erection while he has her naked on the bed with her legs wide apart."

   "Maybe you could accommodate him."

   "Me?  You don't mean that, Gina.  I couldn't fuck him."

   "But you could use your hand to give him relief during his examination.
He'd call you outside and you could jerk him off.  Or give him head, he
loves that and there'd be no mess then.  And, he'd shoot off all the
quicker so he could get back to his task."

   "Oh, you do make a girl swoon.  But it wouldn't be right, he's your
husband."

   "Oh, I'll forgive you.  We could come to an arrangement, I'm sure."

   "An arrangement?  What do you mean?  Do you mean Jamie?  With you?"

   "Well that might be nice but I was thinking of something a little
different."

   "What?"

   "You could visit me perhaps.?"

   "Visit you?  But I'm doing that... Oh, you mean...?  You and me?"

   "Have you ever done it with another woman?"

   "N... No, never.  You?"

   "No but I've thought of it a lot and we do have similar interests, don't
you agree?"

   "Oh," she whispered.  "Have sex with you?  Do you really mean that,
Gina? Take our clothes off and suck each other to orgasm?  Become
lesbians?"

   "Haven't you ever wondered?  They say women are better lovers because
they know what their needs are, much better than men."

   "Yes, I've wondered.  Every time a high profile lesbian comes out of the
closet, I wonder what it would feel like.  But I've never had the
opportunity.  It's not something one could do easily, sidling up to another
woman and suggesting we get together."

   "I just did it."

   "Yes but that's different.  We've talked about such illicit things, this
just becomes another."

   "Would you like to try, Rho?"

   "Y... Yes, but Jamie mustn't know.  He'd never understand."

   "That's fair enough.  I wouldn't want Rick to know either but I suspect
he'd get an instant erection if I ever told him, which I don't intend. 
When?"

   "When?  Oh, I don't..."

   "After the examination?"

   "Yes.  Yes that would be best.  What will I wear?"

   "Something soft and feminine.  I've imagined undressing each other and
then taking a shower together before we make love."

   "Oh, stop before I faint.  You're making me wet between the legs."

   "Want to seal it with a kiss?"

   "Now?  Oh, yes, I think I do." She tried to stand but Gina sat closer
and held Rhona's face in her hands.

   They looked into each other's eyes for many seconds then as though
controlled by some unknown force both women closed their eyes and awaited
that moment for their lips to meet.  It was a soft passionate kiss, each
feeling the tip of the other's tongue against their lip.  The kiss lasted a
lifetime yet was over in seconds.

   "Oh, God," Rhona gasped, opening her eyes to see Gina looking at her in
the same way.

   "That was a nice start," Gina agreed.

   "Yes," Rhona whispered.

   "Do you still masturbate?"

   "Sometimes.  You?"

   "Yes, not so much lately but I will as soon as you leave me."

   "I will as soon as I close the door."

   "We're not sluts, you know, just women who need and enjoy sexual
fulfilment."

   "I like that description.  Oh, I should go, Gina.  Will you talk to Rick
and give him my instructions?"

   "I'll ring you tomorrow morning after the girls have gone to school."

   "No, not over the phone, in person.  I'll come over again.  Ten
o'clock?"

   "That would be nice," she said suggestively.

   "I'd like to talk it over with Rick so he fully understands what I want.
Do you think that could be arranged too?  You could be there too."

   "Until tomorrow then."

   They held hands as they walked to the door.  Rhona wondered if the
feelings that were roaring through her brain were the beginnings of falling
in love with her friend or just pent-up sexual emotions.  They gave each
other a peck on the cheek and she almost ran to her car.

   Chapter Four

   Gina's face glowed as she opened the door for Rhona and as soon as they
were inside, the two women fell into a tight embrace at Gina's behest.

   "He fucked me four times last night," she whispered.  "One in each of
his favourite places."

   Rhona smiled and pulled away to look into her friends face.  She tried
to work out where his favourite places were, probably the bedroom, the
lounge, on the dining room table and in the bath.

   "Well?  Just where did it happen then."

   "Surely you can guess."

   "Oh, I suppose the dining room table would be one, your bedroom...?

   "That's not what I meant.  He used my four openings, now do you
understand?"

   "Oh, God, that's what...?  Four?  What four openings do you have that I
don't?"

   "You have to guess."

   "Very frisky aren't we?  Well, I guess pussy, bum and of course, a good
blow job.  But the fourth...?  You don't mean your ear, or your nose?  No,
how could anyone...?"

   "And more than half an hour rooting my tits.  It was his last one and he
was determined to see it through.  He didn't leave much of a deposit, let
me tell you."

   "You're insatiable, Gina, but I'm glad you enjoyed it.  So, I assume his
attention was well and truly won over by the suggestion."

   "Won over?  Shit, after the first two climaxes, he couldn't stop asking
questions.  Do you have a photo of Molly wearing as little as possible?"

   "I did bring one but just head and shoulders.  Show him too much and the
mystique might be lost."

   "Not this time, he's raring to go."

   "What did he say?"

   "Couldn't believe his ears at first.  In fact he thought I was just
teasing him.  It was only after he saw your instructions that he believed
it is on the level.  Wants to know if your husband is coming to do the same
with our girls."

   "Oh, I didn't think of that," Rhona smiled back.  "Anyway, I couldn't
imagine Jamie acting out the part with three naked youngsters all at once.
He'd die of a heart attack before he even got to your house."

   "Hmmm, but it's something to think about, isn't it?  If you are
successful, I mean."

   "You'd let Jamie do the same to your girls?  God, how old are they? 
Fifteen, fourteen and twelve?"

   "That's right.  Alisha has her periods now so they're all grown up. 
Anyway, Rick wants to meet with you as soon as possible.  He's very randy,
you know."

   "Wants to fuck me too, I suppose."

   "Just don't open your legs too wide or he might.  If it goes ahead, I
suspect he'll need relieving more than once.  Have you thought of that?"

   "Yes but I didn't tell Jamie."

   "How would you do it?"

   "The way you suggested.  But I'd want it over quickly, it isn't for my
pleasure, he has to understand that."

   "Oh, he'll cope.  You'd better explain it when you give him the
details."

   "It would be very embarrassing."

   "Not to Rick."

   "To me.  I'm the one who has to swallow."

   "Do you usually?"

   "Of course.  What man wants to know his precious seed gets spat down the
toilet?  I make sure Jamie watches me swallow it down.  Makes him feel all
the more uhm, manly."

   "Do you get aroused thinking about sucking him off?"

   "Your husband, you mean?  I suppose I do in a way but I don't want him
to know that."

   "Wise move.  It won't take much to make him squirt, what with fooling
around with the body of a young teenager and having her mother suck him
off; he'll shoot before you close your lips."

   "We are terrible talking like this, aren't we?"

   "Dirty talk is music to my ears.  Especially from the woman I'm about to
have an affair with."

   "I could hardly sleep thinking about it," Rhona admitted.  "I made Jamie
make love to me when he didn't want to.  Think I wore him out the night
before."

   "Want to tell me how you did it?"

   "You mean last night.  Oh, I just did a little striptease, called him
Daddy and asked him if he'd like to show his little girl what big men do
when they have sex.  God, it gets him every time."

   "You're a devious woman, Rhona Briggs."

   "Unashamedly.  Well, when will I talk with Rick?  You will be there,
won't you?"

   "Want me there for your protection or because you love me to be at your
side?"

   "I think I want you on top of me, not at my side, but I think Rick needs
to be kept on the straight and narrow.  I don't want him thinking I'm there
for the taking just because I'll be giving him access to my daughter."

   "I can understand that.  Men's minds do tend to go bonkers when it comes
to sex.  What about Saturday afternoon?  Jamie knows what you're planning,
doesn't he?"

   "Yes, not everything but he knows I've asked Rick to visit Molly as our
family doctor.  He wanted to be there too but that could turn her off
altogether and he understands that."

   "What about the fellatio?"

   "He definitely doesn't know about that."

   "That's cool."

   "Saturday sounds O.K.  What about the girls?  They mustn't know
anything."

   "They'll all be away.  At birthday parties and with friends.  Come at
two o'clock and you'll have at least a couple of hours."



   "Mummy?  Mummy are you alright?"

   Molly's voice finally brought her out of her reverie.

   "Wha... Oh, I think I was day-dreaming.  Sorry, baby, what did you
want?"

   "The doctor.  What will he do to me?"

   "The doc... Oh, yes, Dr.  Jensen.  He will be here this afternoon, at
two o'clock.  It's just an examination, he won't hurt you, I promise."

   "Will I have to take... You know, will he want me undressed?"

   "Wouldn't be a doctor if he didn't but it's O.K., baby.  He sees dozens
of women every day of his life.  Just do as he says and it will be over
before you know it."

   "Will you stay with me?"

   "Of course I will, Molly.  I remember how fearful I was of my first
examination.  I worried about it for days but once he began, it seemed just
so natural, it didn't worry me a bit."

   "Where will he look?"

   "Oh, stop telling yourself awful stories.  It will be fine and I'll be
with you all the time.  You have showered, haven't you?"

   "Yes."

   "Put just a dab of perfume on and wear some panties.  At least you'll
have some modesty until he gets down to your genitals."

   "My genitals?  He won't look there, will he?"

   "Of course he will, silly.  That part of a woman gets checked more that
any other place and for very good reason.  If you want to have babies when
you get married, you've got to look after your vaginal entrance more than
anything, you understand that, don't you?"

   "I don't want to do this, Mummy."

   "I know it's embarrassing, baby, but you need to have a regular medical
check-up and the first one is the most important of all.  If there's
anything wrong, now's the time to fix it, before you develop fully.  Now
stop worrying, put some panties on and try to stay calm until Doctor Jensen
arrives.  You know what doctors are like; they're so busy they're usually
late.  Just sit on your bed and try to think of something calming.  The
first thing he'll probably do is check your blood pressure and pulse - if
you worry too much, those readings will go through the roof.  Stay calm
now, O.K.?"

   "O.K., I guess," the youngster agreed dubiously as she reached into her
panty drawer.  She jumped and gave a little cry as the doorbell rang out.

   "Quickly, pull your panties up.  He's here."

   "Oh," Molly gasped, knowing the inevitable was about to happen.  She sat
alone on the bed waiting for her mother to bring Dr.  Jensen in.



   "Doctor, this is our little Molly," her mother introduced her to him. 
Molly hated to be called little but her mother used the term all the time.
He looked just as she expected him to; a dark suit with a white coat over
the top and a stethoscope around his neck.  He carried the usual doctor's
black bag that Molly stared at for several seconds.

   "Well, hello, Molly, it's nice to meet you.  You have a very nice room
here," he said, glancing quickly around.  Then he sat on the bed beside
her.

   "Your mother tells me you are a little nervous.  There's no need to be,
I see lots of teenagers like you and after they've received their first
examination they all realise it's just something young ladies need to go
through from time to time as they grow into young womanhood.  The first is
always the worst, I understand that but you need to realise it's just an
everyday part of a doctor's work.  So why don't you try to relax and then
we can begin." He gave her a reassuring smile as though there was no
problem at all.

   Molly felt her throat constrict and she struggled to even acknowledge
what he had said.

   "I... I suppose so.  It's just that..."

   "It's just that I'll need to ask you to remove some of your clothes as
we proceed, is that the problem?"

   "Uh, Y... Yes, I suppose so."

   "I see many young ladies without clothes on every day.  It's just a
necessary part of being medically examined.  It means nothing to me, I
promise you, Molly.  Look why don't you lay back on the bed and we'll begin
with a few preliminary things."

   Molly blushed terribly as she swung her legs up onto the bed and laid
her head on the pillow, trying to modestly pull her nightdress down as far
as it would go.  She flinched as he took her hand and began to check her
pulse.

   "Hmm, I can't find anything here.  You sure you haven't died on me?"

   Molly giggled.  "I hope not."

   "Oh, here's one.  Just try to relax for a minute," he smiled back.

   He held her wrist as he concentrated on his watch.  "No, you're not dead
after all.  Did that hurt?"

   "No of course not," she giggled self-consciously.

   "Now I've got to be careful with this, don't want to break a bone or
anything," he said seriously as he extracted his blood pressure monitor. 
As he strapped the instrument to her arm, he looked into her eyes and
whispered, "Just joking.  Now take a couple of deep breaths and let them
out slowly.  I want you to relax as much as possible.  O.K.?"

   Molly nodded and did as she was told.  She could feel herself relax and
that boosted her confidence no end.  This wasn't so bad after all, she
thought as she laid back and let him carry out the test.

   "You're a very pretty girl, Molly.  There'll be boys flocking around
before long, I'll bet."

   The teenager could only blush.

   "Don't tell me they're pestering you already?"

   "N... No, oh, no.  I... I don't have any boyfriends."

   "I'm sure that will soon change.  It's one of the things I need to talk
to you about but we'll do that later.  Now, sit up on the edge of the bed
and let me hear what that heart of yours is saying."

   As she shuffled over on her bottom her nightie crept up her legs almost
exposing her panties.  She made a frantic grab and pulled the scrunched up
nightie down as far as she could, feeling stupid when she realised he had
been watching.

   The doctor turned her so her back was to him and she felt him trying to
lower the straps of her nightie off her shoulders.  "I just need to lower
this for a bit, Molly.  Hold still."

   It felt very strange.  This man whom she had never met before had pulled
her nightie right down so her back was almost bare which in turn meant so
too was her chest.  She glanced up at her mother who looked quite serious
and not put out in any way that her daughter was sitting there almost
topless.  Molly self-consciously folded her arms over her juvenile breasts
and blushed.  She felt the doctor moving the stethoscope to various parts
of her back and from time to time had her taking deep breaths and coughing.
She wasn't to know that this normally had everything to do with the health
of her lungs and nothing at all to do with her heart but at least it wasn't
too invasive of her privacy and she felt herself relaxing.

   "Now for the front," he said casually.  "Turn and face me, please
Molly."

   The girl gasped and blushed and tried to hold herself firmly in place
but he simply swept her legs around and she was facing him before she even
realised she'd moved.

   "The first time is always the worst, Molly, but I do need to listen to
your heart.  Can you lower your arms please?"

   There, it was said.  She had to show him her new boobies.  She knew it
was coming, she knew it was necessary but she simply couldn't move her arms
at all.

   "Hmm, maybe we'll need a jackhammer to prise them away," he said with an
understanding smile.  "Do you think you could let me proceed, please,
Molly?" His voice wasn't demanding but firm and in charge.

   She moved and there before him were the sweetest pair of young breasts
he could ever have imagined.  So small yet distinct alabaster mounds tipped
with coral pink nipples that seemed to grow before his eyes.  His already
hard cock brushed against his trousers and he needed all his concentration
to remain perfectly still and avoid disgracing himself.  As the urge eased
he looked up at Rhona and gave the slightest nod.

   "Doctor, could I speak to you outside for a moment, please," Rhona asked
in a quiet voice.

   Molly looked up at her mother wondering what it was about.  Was Mummy
upset at the way the doctor had undressed her?  Or perhaps the way she,
Molly, was being so hesitant?

   "Yes, of course.  I'll be back in a moment, Molly.  Just stay as you
are, I shouldn't be long," he said, rising from the bed most carefully.

   He followed Rhona and closed the door as he left the room.

   "I couldn't help it, Rhona.  When I saw her ti... her breasts, I
nearly..."

   "Yes, I understand.  Open your fly and we'll do it."

   "I'm sorry."

   "Don't be, it was part of our agreement," she reassured him as she knelt
before his impressive erection.  The moment her lips closed, she could feel
the vibrations already beginning and after just a few pumps his sperm
splashed against the back of her throat.  She held his cock firmly until
the eruptions ceased then cleaned the shaft and stood up, her eyes on his
all the time.  Standing within a few inches of his face, she purposefully
swallowed.

   "You must go back.  You know what to say."

   "Thank you, Rhona.  I never thought..."

   "It's for Molly, Rick.  Remember that."

   "Yes."

   Chapter Five

   "Is everything alright?" The young girl asked anxiously as they
returned.

   "Yes, everything's fine, Molly.  Your mother just wanted to know if it
would be easier if you removed your nightdress completely but I told her it
wasn't necessary.  Not for the moment," he added casually as he sat down
and took in the vision of her small breasts again.

   "Oh," she gasped almost silently.  She couldn't help but glance towards
her mother, angry at the suggestion of her taking all of her covering off
before the doctor thought it necessary.

   The doctor ran the tips of his fingers along the side of one breast. 
"Does this area ache at all, Molly?"

   "Just a little sometimes.  In fact the whole boob..., I mean both bosoms
do sometimes, all over."

   "It's called growing pains.  Most girls experience it, sometimes very
badly.  There are ways to ease the aching, sometimes stopping it
altogether, but I'll explain that a little later.  Have you learned hot to
check for lumps in your breasts yet?"

   "Lumps?  I thought that was for old women.  You mean like breast
cancer?" Molly felt quite grown up being able to converse like this.

   "Yes, but it's not only older women.  It can happen any time.  I'll show
you now but I want you to promise me you'll do it regularly with your
mother watching over you.  It's so important to catch any problem like that
as early as possible.  Will you promise me you will, Molly?"

   "Yes," she agreed uncertainly.  "But does Mummy need to..."

   "Of course she does, at least for the next few years until she is sure
you have perfected the technique.  It's most important.  Now, watch what I
do in that mirror then you can do your own test while I watch."

   "Oh, I hate this," she wailed, looking across at her mother.  She saw no
empathy at all.

   "Don't be so childish, Molly," her mother responded.  "You're just
wasting the doctor's time.  Now behave."

   "Oh, she's just a little nervous, Mrs Briggs," the doctor interrupted.
"It's only natural but you do know it's for your own benefit in the long
run, don't you, Molly?"

   "Y...I...I suppose so."

   "Good girl.  Now I'm going to perform a breast examination.  I'm sure
there's nothing wrong but it's important that you check regularly, at least
once a month." He gently placed a hand over one of her breasts and held it
still for several seconds.  "Are you ready?"

   "Y...Yes."

   He began to rotate his fingertips over the whole area of her small
mound, the way he had seen it demonstrated on television and from Rhona's
perception, he looked very professional.  She couldn't have done it any
better.  Molly blushed beautifully but continued to watch what he was doing
in the dressing table mirror.  Oh, how embarrassing it was, yet the doctor
seemed very competent and explained everything as he went along.  She
understood why he was doing the things he did and it began to make complete
sense to her young mind.  His final gesture was to squeeze her whole breast
in the palm of his hand, fingers pressing her flesh against the base of his
hand.

   "She has good firmness for someone so young, Mrs Briggs.  The texture of
her skin needs some attention to ensure the breasts mature firmly without
sag and the nipple requires manipulation to tighten sufficiently for milk
supply when she begins to produce offspring.  Of course that's common for
most women and I'm sure you yourself carried out the necessary procedures
when you were young," he stated almost as a question.

   "Oh, yes, it did take time but the results were well worth the effort.
In our house it became quite a family affair and everyone was very proud of
the results as we grew up.  In fact I still follow the same procedures each
day."

   "That's commendable and I'm sure your husband appreciates the dedication
you've given your body."

   All the time they were speaking, the so-called doctor was stroking the
child's nipple as he looked up at her mother.  Molly had no idea what it
all meant but she soon realised how wonderful his fingers made her feel. 
She simply laid still and closed her eyes as she took in all the sensations
that were zooming through her mind.  Both adults were well aware of the
reactions Molly was showing and Rhona nodded her approval to Rick.  She was
surprised he hadn't wanted another blowjob after all the activity he had
carried out on Molly's body.

   "So, Molly," the doctor finally said, as he stopped his caresses to
bring her out of the reverie she had fallen into.  "Did you understand the
things you need to do to examine your own breasts?"

   "Yes, I think I can do that."

   "It does take time, you know, but keep practicing and with your mother's
help you'll become as expert as your doctor.  I'll explain a little later
about the need to use good body moisturisers to keep your skin supple but
we should move on.  Do you have any problem passing motions?"

   "Passing motions?  What does that mean, doctor."

   "Going to the toilet and passing bodily wastes.  Doing pooh?"

   "Oh, I didn't know it was called that, passing motions, I mean.  Oh,
this is terrible," she whispered.

   "Just answer the doctor's question, Molly," her mother told her.

   "Ye..., Oh, I mean no.  It comes out easy, I guess." How gross that
sounded, she thought and blushed all over again.

   "How often do you go?"

   "How...?  Oh." She was on the verge of tears as she finally answered,
"Usually once a day."

   "Ever get constipated?"

   She had to force herself to answer.  "Not very often."

   "How often?  I need to know, Molly."

   "Only a few times, Maybe every month or two but it never lasts for more
than a day," she added frightened that he might take it as a problem.

   "Oh, that's nothing to worry over then.  I'll just feel around inside to
make sure nothing's amiss down there," he said as he donned a pair of latex
gloves and squeezed some clear gel onto the index finger.

   "Just slip your panties off, Molly, and kneel on the bed with your back
to me."

   "What?  Take them off?  What are you going to do?"

   "It's a normal part of the examination.  It won't take long.  All I do
is insert my finger and feel around for anything that could be a problem in
later life."

   "Insert...?  Insert it where?"

   "In your rectum, Molly.  Your bottom hole."

   "Nooo," she wailed and began to slip off the bed away from the doctor.

   "Molly," her mother warned.  "Get back on the bed and do as you're
told."

   "But, Mummy, you heard what he wants to do.  I can't... I mean I don't
want to do it." Tears began to flow at the indignity of it all.

   "I won't tell you again, Molly.  Get back on the bed or I'll take the
strap to you in front of the doctor."

   Molly knew all about the strap.  It was used on her and her brother
whenever they were punished and it hurt badly, leaving bruises on her legs
and bottom for several days.  She knew she had no choice but that didn't
make it any easier.  What an option, let this doctor stick his finger into
her bottom hole or get a strapping, then, no doubt, bend over for him
anyway.

   "Will it hurt?" She wailed at the doctor.

   "Not as much as the strap, young lady," her mother interjected.

   "Oh, I hate this," she bemoaned as she slipped her panties down to her
knees.

   "It's not as bad as it sounds, Molly, believe me.  And it will be over
in less than a minute."

   "I don't care, I still hate it," she said sullenly as she turned her
back and knelt down, her head on the pillow and her bottom high in the air.

   "Watch your tongue, young lady," retorted her mother.

   "Just relax, Molly," he said as she felt the first touch on her anus.

   The pressure grew and it felt as though she needed to go to the toilet
straight away.  She moaned pitifully but he didn't stop.  Then Molly
realised he must have his finger right inside because she could feel it
worming around, the strangest feeling she had ever known.  At least it
wasn't hurting but it felt really gross and her emotions began to give way,
tears flowing silently down her cheeks.

   "Right, nothing sinister there, Molly.  You were very brave.  No girl
likes that part but it is necessary."

   The whole time he was thrusting inside the youngster, he had a perfect
view of her juvenile vulva with its fine coat of young pussy hair.  His
cock rose and he knew if he didn't leave he would cum.

   "We have a little way to go, Molly but I think it's time for a rest. 
You just lay down and I'll cover you with your robe.  I want to talk to
your mother for a moment."

   Molly was more than happy to obey.



   "I'm sorry, Rhona, I can't help it.  When I saw her pussy on display
like that all I could think of was the next bit where I get to feel her
up..."

   "I wondered how long it would take you to need a second blow.  How many
times did Gina do you this morning?"

   "Uh?  Oh, you knew?  Did she tell you?"

   "We did discuss the merit of getting you off a few times before you
arrived here.  So how many?"

   "Only once.  I was soft as a kitten afterwards, couldn't lift a
feather."

   "So I guess you're enjoying yourself then?"

   "Never believed in a million years I'd have this chance.  Oh, shit, if
you don't..."

   "I'm ready," she replied, kneeling before him and undoing his fly
herself.  "Often wondered why Gina praised your equipment so much.  It's
big, I've got to say that." Then she buried his cock between her lips.

   "Oh, shit, you're good."

   A gentle stroke or two of his hairy ball sac was all it took before she
felt the first trembling of his approaching orgasm.  This time it was just
a few weak spurts and he actually collapsed to sit on the floor, gasping
for breath.

   "I feel as weak as tissue.  Shit, this is hard work," he sighed as he
rose.

   "But someone's got to do it, right?" Rhona asked with a smile.

   "Yeah, something like that."



   Molly was clutching her dressing gown around her neck and watched
questioningly as he came and stood beside her, looking down at her
beautiful face.

   "We'll need this off now, Molly.  I need to examine your sexual organs."

   "My sex...?  No, you can't, I don't want to," she cried out with a
shrill voice.

   "Molly...," her mother warned causing Molly to lose any fight she had
left.  Then she found herself completely naked, laying on her back, her
legs pressed tightly together, her hands trying desperately to cover her
small breasts.

   "I've seen so many young ladies like you, Molly, just as you are now. 
It's one of a doctor's responsibilities to examine young girls as they
begin to mature into womanhood.  Just try to relax," he said, sitting on
the edge of the bed and gently pushing her legs apart.

   He felt her body tense so began to gently question her as he pushed her
legs slowly apart.

   "Does your menses cause you any problems?"

   "My mens...?  What's that?"

   "Your periods.  Do they give you any problems?  Late or intermittent or
do you feel unwell during the period?"

   This was the worst indignity yet.  She knew her legs were being spread
apart but to have to answer questions like this... Oh, it wasn't right. 
But there was no help from her mother who looked on with a keen eye at her
daughter's demeanour.

   "I... Uh, I suppose it's alright.  Sometimes... Oh," she gasped unable
to go on.

   "Yes?  Sometimes?"

   "Well sometimes they are late, I guess.  Mummy said they would be every
4 weeks for four or five days, but sometimes it's nearly five weeks
before...."

   "And any pain, cramps?"

   "Uh, ha, I guess so.  I usually vomit on the second day but then I feel
better."

   "Do you?  We have medicines to stop that and the irregular periods too.
I'll arrange for your mother to collect some for you.  The important thing
you have to remember is to never miss taking one pill every evening,
straight after dinner.  You'll have your whole family to remind you but it
is important, you understand, Molly.  You must never miss even one or the
cycle will need another couple of months to become regulated again."

   "I... I guess so."

   "You use napkins, I assume?"

   "Napkins?  What for?"

   "Sanitary napkins, Molly?"

   "Oh," she gasped at her own stupidity, causing a huge blush that covered
her chest as well.  Her breasts remained crimson for several minutes. 
"Uhm, yes, Kotex.  Mummy buys Kotex."

   "That's fine.  I want you to keep the second stained Kotex of your next
period.  Just leave it on your dressing table until it dries and then wrap
it in tissue so it doesn't get contaminated.  Can you do that?"

   "You mean... You want to actually look at it?"

   "No but I want the pathologists to do several tests on the discharge.  I
also want you to collect a sample of the fluid.  No, on second thoughts, I
should come by and collect that myself.  On the second day of your next
period."

   The youngster's face visibly turned white with shock then beetroot red
as the significance of his words sank in.

   "You... You can't, it's so dirty.  Oh, Mummy, tell him."

   "It will be quite alright, Doctor.  It's a simple matter.  She can
ring... No, I'll ring and let you know when you need to come over."

   "Good.  She mustn't wear anything that morning after she has her shower.
It shouldn't take more than say ten to fifteen minutes to collect the small
amount we'll need."

   Molly remained silent, thinking of the disgusting thing he wanted of
her. But what could she do?  She's just a kid.

   "Now, open a little wider, Molly.  I need to see everything clearly. 
Ah, yes, well formed vulva for her age, quite puffy labia majora, that's
fine, it will tighten with age.  The labia minor are more pronounced than I
would have expected at age thirteen, more like an eighteen year old.  Do
you touch yourself, much, Molly?  On these?" He added, running the tips of
his fingers over the sharp glistening lips.

   "Oh," she gasped and tried to sit up, her hand pushing his away from her
private place.  "No, don't.  I don't like that."

   "I need to know, Molly.  I need to find out why your labia are so well
developed.  If it's not because you touch yourself, and I'm not condemning
you at all if you do that, every girl does you know, but if you don't,
there may be something more I have to look for."

   She saw him looking squarely into her eyes and felt as if he was
actually hypnotising her.  Of course he wasn't, but that's how his
penetrating gaze felt.  She gave a quick glance towards her mother, hoping
she wasn't listening but naturally she was, intently.

   "Y... Yes, sometimes."

   "How often?"

   "Uh, every... Oh, I suppose every few nights."

   "For how long each time?"

   It was becoming beyond what she could take.  Her silence deafened the
two as who waited breathlessly for her answer.  She felt just terrible.

   "I... I suppose about ten minutes... maybe... maybe a little longer."

   "Ah, that could well account for it.  The pussy lips usually begin to
develop their firmness after sexual activity begins but you've begun that a
little earlier than most.  Do you have orgasms, Molly?"

   "Orga...What?"

   "When you touch yourself here," he said running his fingers the length
of her small slit.

   "I don't... I don't understand what you mean, Doctor." She hated what he
was doing even though it felt much nicer than when she did it herself.

   "When you get aroused do you cry out from the feelings it gives you?"

   "Cry out?  Why would I do that?  It just helps me to go to sleep."

   "Oh, I see," he replied glancing up at Rhona.  "Let me look here," he
said spreading her labia with the fingers of one hand, the other gently
pushing the hood of her clitoris upwards to expose the glistening little
bulb.  With a spare finger he lightly stroked the nub for several seconds,
making her squirm with embarrassment yet feel more sensations than she
thought possible.

   "Does this hurt, Molly?"

   "Ng... Nnn...No," she finally got out.

   "So you do have some sensation here?"

   "Yesss," she almost hissed.

   "That's a good sign," he said, continuing his masturbatory movements as
he looked across at her mother.  "Mrs.  Briggs, there is every chance Molly
could have severe problems in her sexual years if we don't begin to correct
the dryness I can feel here.  She needs daily massages over the whole of
her vaginal area, maybe inside as well.  I'll check that out in a moment."

   Then to Molly he added, "Molly, you could make this a very special time
with your family, you know.  My girls shared everything with their mother
and I and it draws us so much closer, much more than any normal family."

   "What do you mean, Doctor?" She asked, in turmoil from the sensations
that were shooting through her mind caused by his fingers on her clit.

   "The flesh of your vagina is much drier than I would prefer and if you
don't correct the balance now, sexual intercourse with your husband could
become so painful that you may have to refuse him his rights.  Do you
understand?"

   "Why is it so dry?"

   "It happens in many young girls, it's a hormonal thing but it can be
reversed permanently, it's just that it takes quite a while and needs some
help from you and your parents.  Maybe a year or two, three for one of my
girls, but she enjoys sexual contact with her boyfriends now, as much as
I'm sure they do with her.  Oh, don't look so shocked, she's sixteen, quite
an adult and it's her choice not ours, you understand.  But for more than
three years, her mother and I took turns to massage oils into her vagina
every evening.  It was something she was very reluctant to participate in
at first, just as you are no doubt thinking right now.  But very soon after
her mother began to assist her, she realised that she was precluding her
father from something that was not only a family matter but was downright
pleasurable for her as well.  It wasn't long before her sisters were
participating, in fact all the girls needed assistance during their early
teen years and all saw it as a wonderful time of sharing and helping each
other.  It was nothing to see one of the girls spread out on the lounge
room floor, quite naked as her sisters massaged her for twenty minutes or
so.  Then I and their mother would do the other two together.  Once the
sharing begins there's no embarrassment at all about being nude in front of
each other, nor of the intimate contact.  They all knew it was essential
for future happiness with their partners.  Even today, they ask for a
special rub down from time to time.  I enjoy sharing that with them very
much.  Oh, we are so close, love each other so much, all because they
learned early in the piece, that being a family is more than just being
parents and daughters."

   "Oh, they let you touch them?  Down there?"

   "On their vaginas?  Exactly that, Molly.  It's done in love and respect
and has brought all of us so close.  None of us would have had it any other
way and it all began because the girls needed help as their bodies were
developing."

   "But I couldn't... I just couldn't, really I couldn't."

   "Why, Molly Briggs, I do believe you don't love and trust your parents
as you should.  I'll bet your mother went through something very similar to
my three girls.  Mrs.  Briggs, would I be right?"

   Rhona stiffened visibly, turned red and looked uncomfortable.  "I... I
never thought I would tell my daughter this, but it is true, Doctor.  My
Daddy was the one and I love him so much for helping my body mature
properly."

   "Well, tell Molly about it.  She still looks reluctant I think."

   "It's true, Molly.  I was fourteen when I had my first examination and
the Doctor actually told my mother it had to be done.  I hated the thought
too and for several days I locked myself in my room but eventually let Mum
do it, massage my vagina for a few days then one day, Dad walked into the
room and watched.  It was terrible but after about five minutes it wasn't
so bad and within a week he was doing most of the helping.  As the doctor
told you.  Molly, it was only the first time that was awful, after that is
wasn't so bad and soon I was asking him to come and do it, reminding him it
was time, you know."

   "But Brendan would see me like that, I'd be naked, wouldn't I?"

   "Sure, that's the easiest way," the doctor interrupted.  "I take it you
aren't close to your brother, Molly?"

   "He's a sneak and a jerk," she almost spat out.

   "But he is your brother.  How do you think it would be if you both
showed love and understanding towards each other rather than fighting like
cats and dogs all the time?  The peace within you would be overwhelming. 
Sure it isn't easy but just remember this; Brendan may well be in need of
something similar to the massages you have to have.  I haven't given him an
examination but one of my colleagues will attend to that in time.  If he
does, you could reciprocate, after you've both accepted the importance of
it.  Between yourselves, of course."

   Molly wasn't the least bit convinced about that and the concerns showed
on her face.

   "I'll talk to her about that, Doctor.  I'm sure she will come to
understand before very long."

   The tone in her mother's voice was ominous but she couldn't find the
words to object.  Worse however, was what she was watching the doctor doing
right now.  He had taken the same tube of lubricant that he used before
inserting his finger in her bottom.  This time there wasn't any plastic
glove.  This time he smeared a liberal amount of gel over his right index
finger then carefully held that finger up out of the way as his other hand
pressed her legs further apart.

   "Just close your eyes if you don't want to watch, Molly.  It's what most
girls hate, the first time.  I take it you have never had anyone's finger
touch your vagina before?"

   "N... N... Oh, no, I don't like this," she whimpered but kept watching
as his finger descended.  Coldness was the first indication he was actually
touching her pussy but without any delay the intrusion began.  Cold
sensations changed to stretching then to fullness.  It seemed as if the
doctor was forcing something as large his whole arm into her pussy but she
could still see his hand between her legs so she knew it was just his
finger.

   "Ouch," she winced with perceived pain.  He wasn't hurting her at all
but he might do so very soon, she thought.  Oh how terrible it was to be
invaded like this; oh, his finger must be all the way inside.  What about
her hymen?  Her virginity, surely he hasn't broken that?  No, she would
have felt it if he had... wouldn't she?

   But she felt the fullness inside her pussy becoming deeper and deeper.
How could just one finger go so far inside?

   "Ah, yes, I can feel your hymen, Molly.  It is quite intact.  Good girl,
you are still a virgin.  I suppose my finger feels like a great log of wood
to you?"

   "It's... It feels so big," she admitted almost silently, ashamed as
never before.

   "Of course this tunnel you have is made especially for a man's penis as
you make love to him and a penis is usually far bigger than my finger.  But
don't let it concern you; every woman can accommodate even the largest
penis, after all babies will pop out of here, won't they?"

   "Y... Yes."

   "Nearly finished," he assured her as he began to push his finger in and
out of her sheath.  He was finger fucking the youngster yet the girl was
quite unaware of the fact, all she felt was him examining her body.

   By now Molly had closed her eyes, not from shame but because what he was
doing had become quite pleasurable.  It seemed as if his finger had grown a
harder and he was rubbing it somewhere inside in her pussy.  She had never
felt anything as thrilling as this.

   "Oh," she gasped several times as she began to squirm under his
ministrations.

   "Yes, well you are certainly responsive up there, child.  That was one
of your erogenous zones, Molly, they call it a woman's clitoris and it's a
source of intense pleasure.  A man's penis makes contact with his lover's
clitoris, she can receive so much pleasure .  I can see you are enjoying
the feeling.  No, don't be embarrassed, it's there to make you feel exactly
as you do now.  It's one of the ways a woman receives pleasure when
lovemaking.  Haven't you learned that in sexEd classes?"

   "No... No I don't think so," she gasped before his finger finally
stopped and was withdrawn.

   She watched him clean the lubricant off with a tissue.

   "Well, young lady, you have been very brave.  I have seen very few girls
handle their first sexual examination as well as you did.  Of course, these
matters should never be discussed outside the home.  They are very private
and should remain so, you can understand that, can't you, Molly?"

   "Y... Yes, doctor."

   "You don't have any of your friends talking about their visits to their
doctor to you now, do you?"

   "No."

   "It's not because they are embarrassed about it, it's simply that it is
private and confidential between you, your doctor and the rest of your
family.  No-one else needs to know.  I suggest you talk to no-one but your
parents and if you wish, your brother about what happened today.  Do you
understand, Molly?"

   "Yes, doctor."

   "Good, well, I'll give your mother a demonstration of the techniques of
massaging the necessary oils into your vaginal area and the body
moisturisers for your dry skin problems.  Just lay still for a moment and
keep your legs apart." He then continued talking to Rhona.

   "Mrs.  Briggs, I strongly recommend that you include your husband in
Molly's needs over the next few years.  I know she is reluctant to expose
herself like this but that will soon disappear as she realises her Daddy
too, wants nothing more than to love her deeply and help in every way he
can.  She will find a freedom she never knew existed once she is able to
lay down in front of her parents, expose herself like this and allow them
to massage her privates with oils that will correct what could otherwise
become a grave problem in her adult life.  However, learn the techniques
yourself over the first week or so then train your husband in the correct
ways before he begins the tasks fully.  Whether you include your son as
well is something only you, your husband and Molly can decide but let me
say that the family that has no secrets at all from each other is the
healthiest and most loving of all."

   "Yes, Doctor, I understand all of that.  Her father will definitely be
included in Molly's growing up but we will have to discuss Brendan's
involvement.  That has more implications to be considered.  I'm sure
however, that he needs to be involved in some way.  Can you show me exactly
what we need to do?"

   "Mummy?  You don't mean Brendan will see me...?  I mean, like this.  I
don't want him to," the frantic girl screeched in fright.

   "Do calm yourself, Molly.  I said we still have to talk about Brendan's
involvement so nothing's been decided," her mother replied offhandedly.

   "But..."

   "Be quiet," Rhona snapped.  "Now doctor, what do we do?"

   He then began to explain in minute detail as his fingers rubbed the
sweet smelling oils over her pussy lips, clitoris and vaginal opening. 
Molly lay still, blushing furiously yet enjoying the sensations immensely.
The whole exercise was simply to indoctrinate the youngster's mind in to
accepting this frequent intrusion and Rhona was ecstatic at Rick's handling
of the whole affair.  There was no doubt her husband will have little
trouble with the young girl allowing him any access he wishes in the
future.

   `There may be a time when she requires stretching exercise within her
vagina and her rectum and if that is so, having a man available with the
necessary equipment to carry that out will be of immense help.  All my
daughters ask for help in that way quite frequently and I am very pleased
to be able to assist them.  Now her clitoris needs special attention.  Like
her vaginal entrance, it must never dry out or the sensations of pleasure
will diminish and cause untold problems once she is sexually active.  Ask
yourself why so many marriages end in the divorce courts these days.  Most
stem from painful sexual union caused by nothing but dryness of the pores
when they were young.  It's so sad because almost all women could have
prevented that if they only had parents that cared enough."

   "Oh, I'm sure Molly will not be one of those women now you have
explained it all so clearly," Rhona thanked him as he stood up.  Having
aroused the youngster almost to orgasm before he stopped abruptly, Molly
was so close to her first orgasm that she even groaned when the sensations
ceased.  It wasn't missed by either adult as they glanced knowingly into
each others eyes.

   "Well, I think that's all for this time, Molly.  You won't forget to
telephone me when your period starts, will you?  I'll leave a jar with your
mother.  I don't need a lot of menstrual discharge, just enough to cover
the bottom.  It shouldn't take you long to collect it but it's best to wait
until I arrive.  A fresh sample gives much more accurate results."

   "Yes, doctor," Molly agreed, hating the very thought of his next visit.

   "Good girl, well you can dress now," he said and left the room, Rhona
following to show him out.



   "Rick, you were brilliant," she congratulated him with a kiss on the
cheek.

   "Is that all the thanks I get?"

   She looked at him for a second then feeling a blush spreading across her
face said, "Well, no, I guess it isn't.  I owe you one, really I do."

   "One what?"

   "A fuck, of course."

   "Oh, a fuck.  You and me all naked and excited?"

   "If you want to," she said feeling like a shy schoolgirl.  "But Jamie
must never know."

   "Oh, don't worry about that, I don't kiss and tell.  Don't fuck and tell
either, for that matter."

   "But there would be just one condition."

   "Oh, yeah," he replied a little sarcastically.  "And what might that
be?"

   "Gina has to be with us when we do it."

   "What?  You're kidding aren't you?  She's such a prude she'd never..."

   "She got you here didn't she and she knew I might have to provide
service to you to avoid any embarrassing quirts during your examination,
"doctor".  We did discuss it you know and I promised I would tell her all
about it.  So I'll be telling her about my offer too.  She got all excited
when she knew I might have to give you a blow job or two, you know.  She's
probably been wanking herself off all morning, thinking about what's going
on at my house."

   "Shit, you women stick together, don't you?  But she'd never agree to me
fucking you."

   "I wouldn't bet on it?"

   "Bet?  What do you mean?"

   "If she doesn't agree, we'll do it in some motel twice instead of once.
If she does agree, you don't object if we girls spend a little private time
together occasionally."

   "You are one slutty bitch, Rhona.  She ain't a lesbian, you know."

   "Neither am I but we've both discussed it, just haven't told you.  Or
done it yet, for that matter," she added impishly.

   "Oh, shit," he moaned, his face paling at the thought.  "I love her,
Rhona.  I don't want to lose her, not even to you."

   "I promise that will never happen, Rick baby.  We just want to know what
it feels like.  But it would be private, you won't get any details out of
either Gina or me.  Is it a deal?  You win no matter what happens."

   "Shit, I don't know," he said running his hands through his hair in
anguish.  Then a smile appeared.  "As long as I know when you're doing it.
That's my condition, because I want to fuck her silly right afterwards."

   "I think she'd agree to that.  It's a deal.  You better get home; I
think she'll need your services after my phone call to her now."

   He didn't even say goodbye.

   Chapter Six

   "Hi, baby, he was fantastic.  I think Molly is so convinced, all she'll
do when I hand her over to Jamie is blush and endure it."

   "Did you jerk him off?"

   "Well... Yes and no."

   "What does that mean?" "He needed my services twice but we didn't want
to make a mess so..." "You sucked him off?  Oh, shit, I'll bet he shot in
seconds."

   "Bingo, both times."

   "Twice.  Hot damn, he shot such a load in me before he left I thought
he'd get through without needing any help."

   "You didn't take Molly's innocence into account.  I nearly came myself,
watching him work on her."

   "Did he send her over the top?"

   "No, very close but left her hanging by a thread.  It was the way he
went about it.  If I hadn't known, I would swear he was a real doctor."

   "Comes from playing doctors and nurses too much I guess."

   "Yes, well talking about that, there's something else."

   "You let him fuck you, right?"

   "Wrong.  But I promised him one as payment for excellent services
provided."

   "How will Jamie cope with that?"

   "He'll never know.  How will you cope with it?"

   "Oh, O.K., I guess," she said in a softer voice.  Was there doubt in
that answer?  Rhona wondered.

   "But I put a condition on it."

   "Oh, yes.  What?"

   "That it has to be with you there too."

   "What?" She cried out in amazement.

   "He swore you wouldn't agree so I bet him double or nothing.  If you
didn't agree he could have me twice secretly in a motel, but if I won he
would agree to allow you and me some private time together whenever we
wanted it."

   "You never," she gasped.  "He freaked out at that, I'll bet.  Oh, how
could you, Rhona."

   "You don't want to find out how it feels?"

   "No... it's not that, It's Rick.  I'll bet he's coming over here right
now to accuse me of being a filthy lesbian dyke."

   "He's coming over there to fuck you silly, you stupid cow.  He's so hot
his cock's breaking out of his fly.  Just be ready for him.  By the way, he
agreed."

   "Oh, my god, he agreed?  I don't believe it."

   "If you let him fuck your daughters why wouldn't he let you fuck another
woman?"

   "How... how did you know that?"

   "I guessed it when you agreed to let him play with Molly but he so much
as told us while he was explaining to Molly how wonderful it was for his
daughters to love him without any embarrassment."

   "It's not all bad, Rhona."

   "No worse that I'm planning for Jamie.  I take it you gave him
permission to fool around with the girls?  Just like I've set Molly up?"

   "Yes."

   "Do you too?"

   "Yes."

   "How often?"

   "Often.  No, very often.  There's usually one in our bed every night."

   "How does he keep it up with three girls and you?  He must be shagging
himself silly."

   "His eyes haven't popped out yet.  In fact after the first couple of
months when he just couldn't let them alone, he only pokes each one about
once a week now.  I get a couple too, from him, I mean, so we're all kept
happy.  Rest of the time I have my girls to cuddle up to and we give each
other cums whenever they're needed.  They're all ravenous for sex, the
girls but they accept that Rick can't perform all the time.  That makes it
so good for me because they all like girl to girl sex.  In fact I think the
eldest is a confirmed lesbian now but she still opens her legs for Rick
when he wants her."

   "So you have had girl sex then?  You told me a whopper, Gina, love."

   "How the fuck could I have told you my daughters are shagging me?  But
it's a little different now, isn't it?  Our secrets are out in the open."

   "He'll be there any minute.  Strip and lay in the hallway, he probably
won't make it to the bedroom."

   "You're becoming a slut, Rhona Briggs."

   "Always have been, just haven't had the chance to show it until now.  I
want to talk more about what goes on in your bedroom these days.  Still
have a lot of experimenting to do with Molly to get her into the right
frame of mind to allow her brother access."

   "We can talk when we're in each other's arms."

   "Oh, shit, now I have to diddle myself."

   "Shit, there's the door, he's home.  Bye."

   "Have a good one."



   When she returned to Molly's room she found her daughter still stark
naked and laying with her legs wide open.

   "Molly, you can get dressed now."

   "Mummy, I..."

   "What is it, darling?"

   "It's about, uhm, what the doctor was doing..."

   "Yes, during your examination?"

   "Well, afterwards, when he was, you know touching me...down here," she
said hesitantly, as she touched her pussy.

   "He was showing me how you should have the oils massaged into your
tender parts, Molly, that's all."

   "Yes, I know that but... well it felt so nice and I wanted him to keep
on doing it."

   "We all want that, baby.  I just adore having my pussy rubbed, but there
is so much more you haven't felt yet, baby.  Things that make you scream
out with pleasure.  You still haven't had an orgasm, have you?"

   "I... I guess not.  Will it hurt very badly?"

   "Oh, you are so innocent," her mother giggled as she pressed her
daughter to her bosom.  "Want to hear a secret?"

   "Yes."

   "Daddy is going to give you your first orgasm, baby.  The very first
time he massages your pussy."

   "Daddy...?" She cried out with dread.  "But that means..."

   "It means it's time you gave your Daddy permission to touch you...
intimately, Molly.  You have to show him that you have no secrets from him
at all.  Only then can you say you love him with your whole heart.  Haven't
you been listening to the doctor?"

   "Yes, but... Well, it's so embarrassing, even thinking about him seeing
me undressed, but to let him touch my pussy... Oh, please do I have to let
him do that, Mummy?  I'd die of shame."

   "What did the doctor tell you?"

   "Uhm, which part do you mean?"

   "When he told you about himself and the way he loves his daughters."

   "Oh, that.  I'd hate it, Mummy.  You won't make me do it, will you?"

   "Let me put it this way, It's a requirement of growing up in this
household, Molly.  It's quite ridiculous feeling afraid of letting your own
daddy put his hands on the very daughter he was responsible for making. 
How do you think you began your life, Molly?  Hmm?  Your Daddy and I made
you, gave you life and have loved and cherished you ever since.  So, I've
come to this decision.  Tomorrow is Sunday and in the evening after dinner,
you are going to present yourself to your Daddy, willingly and lovingly and
he will give you your first body massage which includes touching your
beautiful little titties and your pussy all the way to your very first
orgasm.  If you won't make that promise to me right now, you'll be spanked
until your bottom is glowing bright red.  Then I'll expect your firm
promise afterwards anyway.  Doesn't seem worth the beating if you still
have to do what I want anyway, does it?"

   "N... No."

   "Then, if you still refuse, I'll call Uncle Mike over to change your
mind and the..."

   "Not Uncle Mike, Mummy.  I hate him.  He... He touches me.  You know
what I told you last time he spanked me.  He put his hand under my nightie
and felt me all over."

   "So?  He's sure to do the same this time too, maybe even worse no doubt
and it would be with my full approval.  In fact I'll be standing beside him
to make sure he does you over properly.  And what would the end result be?
You'll do what I want anyway.  Is it worth all that bother and pain, Molly?
Or is it easier to just agree to what I've decided in the first place. 
It's for your own good anyway, I know it is.  You might even come to enjoy
it."

   "Oh, it's not fair.  You're making me do things I don't want to do,
things I hate."

   "Ah, but, my dear girl, Mother knows much better than you, believe me.
Once you break the ice with Daddy, it won't be embarrassing any more.  It
will just become a normal experience and I promise you, just like the
doctor told you, it will give you the most incredible and wonderful
feelings you have ever experienced.  Then you'll thank me for what I made
you do."

   "I don't want to have a baby, Mummy."

   "You won't have a baby; we'll make sure of that."

   "But how?  If Daddy... well, if some of his stuff gets inside, it makes
a baby.  I'll get pregnant, that's what our SexEd teacher says."

   "But not if you take your pill every evening before you go to bed."

   "What pill?"

   "The one Doctor told me to buy.  They not only regulate your periods but
they stop you ever having babies.  But, and this is important, Molly, if
you miss just one pill, you might very well get pregnant.  So it's in your
hands, no-one else's."

   "It stops me having a baby?"

   "Every time."

   "But I can later, can't I?  I suppose I'll want babies when I get
married."

   "As I said, all you have to do is stop taking them and you'll get a fat
stomach before you know it."

   "Oh," she smiled to herself.  Rhona could see some of the child's doubts
vanish almost instantly.

   "So, what's it to be, Molly?  A spanking then Uncle Mike?"

   "No... No, neither, I guess I don't have any choice, do I?"

   "Not unless you like being spanked."

   "And felt up," the girl added in a serious voice.

   "That too."

   "Oh, I know I'll burst into tears when Daddy does touch me but I don't
have any choice in the matter so, I guess I'll do what you tell me to."

   "Now, that's a very wise decision, baby.  Congratulations.  We won't
tell Daddy; it's to be a complete surprise, understand?"

   "Yes, O.K."

   "We'll talk all about it tomorrow morning.  Now do you want to get up or
sleep in for a bit?  I know you didn't get much sleep last night, did you?"

   "No, I seemed to be awake all night."

   "Then slip under the covers and I'll leave you to rest for a while. 
You've been a good girl, Molly.  I understand the doubts and fears you have
but they will soon vanish, I promise," Rhona said as she kissed her cheek.
Molly was asleep before the door had closed.

   Chapter Seven

   The house was empty.  Daddy was out shopping at the Mall and Brendan had
gone off to play ball with his friends.

   "It's time we talked about tonight, baby."

   "Oh," the youngster gasped.

   "Remember what we decided, once you take the first step, everything else
will be easy.  And enjoyable."

   "What about Brendan, Mummy?  He'll see me or at least hear something and
come to investigate."

   "He won't be back until after eleven.  He's going to watch videos with
his friends."

   "Oh," she sighed, hoping Brendan might have been the one reason her
forthcoming ordeal could be cancelled.

   "Now, don't get yourself all tied up with nervousness, Molly.  He's your
father, for goodness sake.  But because it will be a surprise for him,
he'll probably stare at your nakedness like any other man would.  Let him
look; looking doesn't hurt anyone, does it?"

   "It'd just make me feel embarrassed all over, that's all."

   "Oh, baby, once he realises that you are doing it for him, he will love
you as never before.  I want you to look embarrassed, baby.  Look shy and
demure, that's what endears a man to a girl more than anything else.  It
makes him feel strong and macho if his presence makes you feel embarrassed,
especially because of your nudity in front of him.  He'll want to touch
your breasts and your pussy and your bottom so don't pull away or be rude
to him, it's the way men act with naked girls after all."

   "It sounds just like Uncle Mike but this time I'll have to let him do it
for as long as he wants, I suppose.  Oh, Mummy, I'm just going to die when
he puts his fingers into my... you know."

   "Into your pussy?  I know how you're feeling right now, baby but it's
just the way it happened to me.  Your gran had to hold my shoulder really
tight as she sat me on Granddad's knee the first time.  Oh, I thought I'd
faint and I was crying all the time but soon he made me feel really nice
and special and afterwards, I had to admit I'd cried and worried for no
reason at all.  It was nice, not horrible at all."

   "Why do girls have to let men do things like this, Mummy?  It isn't
fair."

   "There's always something that's not fair in life, Molly but fairness
isn't always as it seems because this time the unfair part will only last
for a while and you'll look back on this evening with pleasure, not
unfairness.  Then you'll realise there will be lots more pleasurable times
with your family.  But I must remind you, these times are absolutely
private between just us and no-one else.  You mustn't even hint to anyone
what wonderful things are happening to you because the public in general
wouldn't understand.  Between us as a family, this is all a matter of love,
nothing despicable at all.  If the wrong people knew though, we would be
punished very severely, for doing things that are only done with love.  We
would go to jail and you and Brendan would be sent to institutions to be
looked after, no doubt to separate places, and you can't imagine how
terrible their rules would be.  There would be no love whatsoever, just
rules and punishments day after day."

   "Oh, I won't tell anyone, Mummy, I promise.  I just wish it was over,
that's all."

   "And, baby, there's no need to tell Brendan anything just yet."

   "Brendan?  Oh, I'd never tell him.  I'd die if he ever knew about it."

   "Yes, well not for the moment anyway.  Besides, remember the Doctor's
instructions.  If you didn't keep your body moisturised, your skin would
become dry, especially your pussy and your nipples.  You remember him
saying that, don't you?"

   "Yes, but it doesn't help my feelings much," she stated softly.  "Oh, I
don't think I could ever take all my clothes off while Daddy watched."

   "Sure you do.  I understand but be brave and see it through for your
Daddy and for me, O.K.  baby?"

   Rhona then spent over an hour discussing just what she wanted her
daughter to do and how to act and Molly was given the rest of the afternoon
to herself.  Most of that was spent lying on her bed dreading what was to
come.



   Over dinner, Molly could feel every eye looking at her across the table.
She was sure Brendan knew exactly what was about to happen; she just knew
he did.  Why was he so quiet if he didn't know?  And wasn't Daddy glancing
strangely at her?  Surely he must know too, even though Mummy said it was
to be a surprise.

   "You're very quiet tonight, Molly," her father asked innocently.  "Is
there anything wrong?"

   "Wha...?  Oh, no, I... No, nothing's wrong, I was just, uhm,
daydreaming, I guess." she stammered, feeling a deep blush spread across
her face.

   "What's wrong with her?  Huh, it would take a week to list them all,"
Brendan cut in with a smirk.

   "Now stop that, Brendan, it's not nice to talk about your sister like
that."

   "Hell, Mum, she's only a girl."

   "Brendan, stop it, right now," Rhona demanded and the boy obeyed,
knowing it wasn't wise to continue.

   "Well, I'm off," he said, leaving the table.  "I'll be late, Dad, its
Video night at Terry's."

   "Sure, son.  Just stay out of trouble, O.K.?"

   "Sure, Dad.  We'll be OK."

   "Be home by eleven, Brendan," he added as the boy rushed out.

   "Sure, Dad," they heard from the driveway.

   "That boy's getting too big for his boots," Jameson muttered under his
breath.

   "I... I think I'll go and have my shower now," Molly murmured as she
rose, feeling absolutely self-conscious about why she needed a shower so
early in the evening.

   "What?  Now?" her father asked, looking at his watch.

   "Oh, let her go, dear," Rhona said in a calming voice.  Molly left as
quickly as she could.



   When Molly returned she found the living area almost in darkness save
from a soft glow in the lounge room.  Peeping around the corner she found
her father sitting in his favourite armchair reading his paper with the
reading light over his shoulder.  She could see her mother sitting in the
other armchair in almost darkness as though she were asleep.

   Most conscious of the attire she was wearing, at her mother's insistence
of course, she crept silently into the room and under instructions she
stood directly in front of her father.  He hadn't even noticed she was
there until she began to speak.

   "Hel...Hello, Daddy, it's me, Molly."

   "Huh?  Oh, Molly.  Is... is something wrong?" He sat up looking at her
trying to work out what it was all about.  Before him, his daughter in a
soft pink baby-doll pyjama set, almost transparent because he could clearly
see her small breasts through the material.

   "N... No, nothing's wrong, Daddy.  Mummy said it was time for you to...
Oh," she gasped and went silent.

   "For me to do what, baby?  What is it?"

   "I... Oh, it's so embarrassing," she whispered.

   "You shouldn't be embarrassed, baby, what is it?"

   "Mummy wants you to teach me... You know.  Uhm, about sex and stuff."
She finally got it out and felt tears welling up and flowing down her
cheeks.  Her father was looking from his wife to daughter and back again,
realising something very different was beginning but he wasn't sure what to
do about it.

   "Rhona...?"

   "Molly wants to show you how much she loves you, darling.  Don't you
Molly?"

   "Y... Yes, I guess so."

   "Why don't you remove your nightie and show Daddy how much you have
grown up, baby," her mother urged.

   Now it was happening, the youngster told herself as she sighed and
lifted the flimsy garment over her head.  She stood before him naked except
for very brief panties that were held together by strings on each side.

   "Oh, my god," Jameson gasped as the light began to dawn.  Rhona was
giving their daughter to him as his plaything.  Maybe, even as their joint
plaything.  What was to become of it he hadn't a clue but to have a young
naked body stand before him like this was something he could only fantasise
about until now.

   "Stand closer, Molly, and take Daddy's hand.  You know where to place
it, don't you?"

   "Y... Yes," she whispered almost silently.  Her breath was coming in
little gasps and in her mind the hand she now took hold of seemed as big as
a baseball glove.  She clasped his open palm over one of her breasts and in
a small voice said, "I've grown boobies, Daddy."

   "Oh, indeed you have, darling and they such beautiful boobies, at that.
Would you mind if I squeeze them, baby?"

   "No, I suppose it's alright to do that," she sighed, looking towards her
mother.

   He massaged the small protuberances softly, moving from one to the other
and soon both hands were actively caressing the thirteen year old's virgin
breasts.

   "Molly has never let anyone touch her like that before, Daddy.  Have
you, baby?" Rhona prompted the girl who was blushing crimson all over her
body in the soft light.

   "N... No, I haven't, Mummy.  Except for the doctor," she added softly.

   "She has kept herself pure just for her own dear Daddy."

   "I think Daddy would like to kiss them now, baby," Mummy urged and Molly
felt herself being pushed forward between his spread knees.  Her mother was
now kneeling beside her and Molly could feel her mother's hands gliding up
and down her legs.  It felt strange, almost as though she were dreaming it
all.

   Her father leaned forward and took one of her nipples between his lips,
his warm wet lips and he was suckling her, just as she suspected a baby
would do to its mother's breast.

   The blush that spread across her face and chest was so hot she thought
she was perspiring but apparently not, for his hand cupping the other
breast moved smoothly over the surface.  But her humiliation grew by the
second.  Tears formed and slowly flowed down her cheeks.  She knew not
where to look.  Certainly not down where his lips encircled her small
nipple.  How could her mother say the feeling would be pleasant?  It was
absolutely abhorrent, feeling his wet tongue licking; his lips clinging;
his hand mauling.  Oh it was the most terrible few minutes she had even
endured in her life.

   Her eyes wet with tears, blurred her vision.

   "It's time to show Daddy everything, baby," her mother's voice
whispered. "Pull the strings, Molly."

   "N... No, I don't..." but the pinch right between her legs stopped any
further complaint.  It hurt and the youngster yelped.  There was no
denying, she was about to uncover her last vestige of modesty.  It was so
humiliating and the tears flowed so much her breasts and Daddy's face and
hands were becoming wet from the flow.

   "Lick your tears off Daddy's face, Molly."

   It was enough to make a young girl vomit but carry out the task she did.
Hesitantly, she lowered her tongue and lapped his cheek where she saw the
tear stains.  It wasn't the salty taste that was so upsetting, it was just
the fact of being made to do something so intimate to her very own father.
Never in her mind could she have thought of licking anyone.  His hands
continued to roam across both breasts as she licked the whole surface of
both cheeks and finally he put a hand on the back of her head and pulled
her face to his lips.

   It was a nice kiss; she had to admit that to herself.  She had seen
those movie kisses where they seemed to stick their tongues in each other's
mouths but this was just a loving kiss, lips pressed gently together.

   "Now it's time to pull the strings, Molly," her mother reminded her
again.

   The whole world stopped still.  It was as though she was the only person
living; all else stood silently still.  Then she felt her hands reach for
the strings that tied her small panties together.  She pulled the bows
apart.  The soft garment fell down between her ankles in slow motion as her
eyes rose to look into her father's eyes.

   She saw tears fall from his eyes this time.  She watched each drop run
down his cheeks in slow motion.  Time moved slowly.  Her heart thumped but
time crawled.

   "You are the most beautiful vision a father could ever imagine, baby,"
she heard his deep voice resonate through the room like an echo.  She
watched his eyes roam over every inch of her nakedness.  At her breasts for
the hundredth time then downwards, all the way down to her pussy for the
first time.

   "I never realised my beautiful daughter could ever offer herself as you
have, Molly," he almost wept as he reached out and took one of her hands in
hers, kissing it as he looked lovingly into her innocent eyes.  Innocent
and wistful eyes that took in every movement he made.

   "It's time you gave your Daddy a big hug and a real kiss, baby," her
mother encouraged, pushing her towards his widespread knees.  Her father
held his arms out inviting her in and she had no choice but to fall against
him.

   Every part of her nakedness pressed against her daddy's clothed body. 
She had never experienced the embarrassment she was going through, as she
felt his arms enfold her, one large hand cupping her bottom as he laid
further back into the armchair, lifting her off the floor and over his
body. She imagined it was exactly the way two people would fall together
when they were having sex and it did little to help the discomfort she was
going through.  It became all the worse as she could actually feel his man
thing pressing fiercely against her groin.

   Surely he didn't plan to have sex with her like this.  Not in front of
her mother.  Wasn't sex something private?  Anyway, it wasn't right for a
father to have sex with his daughter; she definitely knew that.  Her
teachers were very specific about that.  If anyone from her family ever
touched her sexually, she was told, she had to report it to her teachers or
straight to the police.

   And here was Daddy, holding her nakedness against his body while one arm
encircled her back giving her no chance to pull away while his other began
to explore her bottom cheeks.  His hand roamed everywhere even up and down
her crease and so deep he actually touched her back hole.  Several times it
returned to that same terrible spot as he wiggled his finger against it.

   "You are such a beautiful girl, Molly," he whispered in her ear, giving
her a kiss on the cheek.  "Thank you for sharing yourself with me Molly."

   That was the final straw and her whole body shook as she began to weep
against his neck.  Great surges of emotion travelled to her brain to
produce a steady rocking against her daddy.  She had no control over it at
all.  Instinctively her arms clung to the man beneath her giving him every
indication of her complicity.  But in the young girl's mind she wasn't
complying at all.  She wanted her privacy.  She desperately wanted to run
to her room and lock the door behind her.  The things she suffered were
beyond her imagination.

   And so the weeping continued for several minutes more.

   Neither parent spoke, letting the youngster cry her humiliation away. 
There was all the time in the world to carry out their devious plans and in
fact the pitiful tears was the cause of Jameson Briggs almost making a mess
of himself inside his pants as the youngster squirmed over his erection.

   "Hold still, Molly," he cautioned her in desperation.  "Don't make
another move.  Careful," he said as he slowly eased the youngster off his
body.

   She hadn't a clue why he was pushing her away.  Was he rejecting her
after all she had gone through?  And after all the embarrassment she'd
suffered by stripping herself naked in front of him?  It didn't make sense
at all.

   Suddenly there was Mummy helping her off her father.  "Nearly got you,
did she?" She sniggered as she asked.

   "As close as it gets," he replied, expelling air between his lips.

   "I didn't do anything," Molly whined not knowing what they were talking
about.

   "It's alright baby.  It's just that your body aroused Daddy so much we
nearly had a geyser erupt."

   "What?"

   "Never mind," her mother smiled, cradling the girl in her arms.  "Daddy
just needs a few minutes to calm down then he can give you your massage for
today."

   It took a moment for it to register.  Then her face turned crimson at
the thought of what was still to come.  "Oh, no," she whined, a pleading
look towards her mother.

   "You know what the Doctor said, Molly.  If you don't look after your
body while you're young you could do untold damage.  Remember how he told
you the first time was the worst, after that it would become just a normal
part of our life together."

   The youngster remained silent.  There was nothing to say.  It had
already been decided.

   "What's this about a massage?" her father asked, knowing full well it
was on the agenda but pretended innocence for Molly's sake.

   "The Doctor found Molly's breasts and pussy were quite dry for a girl of
her age.  If we don't do something now, she could face having poor skin
when she gets older when it may never improve.  That would be a terrible
burden to present to her future husband.  But with patience and regular
treatments her private parts will become soft and pliable for the rest of
her life.  Isn't that what Dr.  Jensen said, Molly?"

   "Yes," the youngster admitted with much embarrassment.

   "Even her anus needs attention regularly, Daddy and we are the only ones
who can perform the treatment.  Unless of course unless we invite Uncle
Bill over.  I'm sure he'd help Molly Out."

   "Uncle Bill?  Mummy, you couldn't.  He's..."

   "He's what, baby.  Tell me."

   "Well, he's big and fat and smells.  And he looks at me, you know...
he's got a dirty mind."

   "Oh, is that all.  Well Daddy, it looks like we'll have to do it all on
our own."

   "It seems that way.  Fancy having to stroke our daughter's special parts
every day; we must just be lucky, I guess," he said with a smile as he
gazed deeply into the youngster's eyes.

   Molly gave a great sigh of satisfaction.  She couldn't believe her
parents would ever let that creepy Uncle Bill see her naked.  He's a real
sleaze.

   "So, Molly, I guess it's time we started.  You'd better lay back on
Daddy's lap while he rubs the moisturiser in.  No better still, you sit on
my lap so I can do your boobies and Daddy can do your pussy and bottom. 
O.K.?"

   Molly blushed and gave another sigh.  "Yes, alright."

   But it wasn't to end there.  She watched her Daddy kneel down between
her legs and spread them widely apart.  It was so humiliating.  She was
spread so wide her pussy would be gaping open.  She could even feel the
coolness on her moist pussy lips.  Then he made her put one foot up on the
sofa, which made her exposure far worse.

   "Daddy, it's awful," she whimpered.

   "No it's not, Molly.  It's beautiful.  You have a beautiful pussy,
truly."

   "That's not what I meant.  Having to show you like this; it's
embarrassing."

   "Sure it is but try to stay calm, that will ease your feelings.  Well
here it comes.  It might be a bit cold at first," he said as he squeezed
some of the crème on his fingers.

   "Oh," she gasped as his hand cupped her pussy then began to massage the
smoothness over the whole area.  Even though her mother was doing the same
with her breasts, it was Daddy she kept her eyes on.  Daddy who was poking
and prodding her secret place; sliding his fingers up and down her slit,
tickling, occasionally even just inside the hole, sometimes making her jump
as he passed over sensitive areas.  Sensitive areas she never knew existed
before this.

   It was Daddy's fingers that strayed downwards to press against her
bottom hole, that filthy place she never dreamed of touching.  He even let
a finger slip inside a little way.  Back and forth his fingers moved and
she had to agree the sensations were nice.

   He seemed to be doing the same things she did herself in the privacy of
her room, but he made her feel so much nicer.  What he made her feel wasn't
sleepy like the way she did it to herself.  What he was doing made her feel
excited.  Excited and scared at the same time.  Things were happening deep
inside her childish body that she didn't understand.  Did she feel sick? 
She didn't think it was that but strange numbing feelings; no, tingly
feelings, that's it.

   The longer he played with her female parts, the stronger the feelings
raged.

   "Nice isn't it, baby?" Her mother whispered as she continued to annoy
the girl's puffy little nipples.

   "Y... yes, it's strange but nice too; different.  It's not making me
sick, is it, Mummy?  I've never felt like this before."

   "Just wait a while longer, darling, then you'll know."

   And she certainly did.

   Less than a minute later, the creme Daddy had been using had all but
disappeared and his fingers stroked her less evenly.  He pressed against
her bottom and it wouldn't open this time.  So he returned to her pussy and
used the final bits that still remained.

   That's when the feelings changed.

   It was so strange that she gasped and without knowing, her whole body
shuddered.  Daddy was smiling at her as he kept rubbing and the feelings
grew and grew.  This time she was quite sure there was something wrong
because her breathing tightened and her mouth went dry.  She was gasping
now, needing breath but more so because the gasps came of their own
volition.

   "Daddy... Daddy som... something's wrong.  Ugh, oh, oh," she whined and
then her body erupted.  "Aaarrgh," she screamed in fright.  "Aaarrgh,"
again then the pleasures burst through and her body shuddered, her legs
stiffened and her brain exploded into a thousand stars.

   "Enjoy, baby," her mother whispered, her face pressed against the
child's.  "Enjoy your very first grown up orgasm, Molly."

   It was beyond enjoyment.  It was like nothing she could ever have
imagined.  Fires roared through her loins, not hot fires but tingly ones,
incredible pleasure surged through her mind and seemed to grow stronger and
deeper inside.

   How long, she wondered between gasping breaths.  It seemed like hours as
her cries filled the room until it all slowly eased and she felt as though
she had gone to heaven, so beautiful were the feelings, a glowing softness
that took everything else away.  She closed her eyes, not knowing whether
it was her Daddy or Mummy still touching her body.

   They let her rest, their hands still cupping the girl's secrets.  Their
eyes locked and they smiled together.

   "Thank you," he mouthed silently to his wife.

   She blew him a kiss, a satisfied smile on her face.

   Chapter Eight

   When she woke the next morning all she could think of was sharing
herself with Gina.  Jamie had fucked her so hard and for so long she had
several orgasms before he flooded her insides with his seed.  It had been a
truly memorable night thanks to the young virginal body of their daughter.

   After Jamie had left for work, she rang to find Gina's answering machine
was on.  "Gina darling, I must see you.  Hope you're home soon because I'm
coming over.  I've left my panties at home."

   That message should make her randy enough, she smiled to herself as she
showered then drove across town to Gina's place.  The memory of their
beautiful lesbian love sessions centred on her thoughts and before she knew
it, she had arrived.

   The door was ajar which made Rhona giggle with anticipation.

   She crept inside, closing the door silently and slipping out of her
clothes as she tip-toed along the hallway.  She thought she heard voices
but decided it was the radio was on to some women's session.  But as she
walked into the lounge she stopped short and gasped aloud at the sight.

   There before her eyes was something she could never have expected.  Gina
sat beside another woman she had never seen before and standing before them
was a young girl, stark naked, her head bowed as if crying.  The woman
rested a hand on the girl's hip but what caused the shock was the fact that
the girl's body, from her waist down to near her knees was a mass of black
and purple stripes so dense that it seemed like one massive bruise.

   At her gasp, both women jumped up and the girl screamed in fright,
trying to cover her nudity, the unknown woman trying to calm the girl.

   "Rhona," Gina cried in a shocked voice as she strode to Rhona's side.

   "Oh, my God, what have you done to that poor child?" Rhona croaked in a
half whisper.

   "Rhona... No, it's not..."

   "How could you...?  Oh, my god, the poor girl, she's been beaten half to
death.  The bruising...," Rhona gasped as she turned to run out.

   "Rhona, stop, it's not what you think.  We didn't do it.  We didn't,"
she pleaded after her friend.

   The urgency caught Rhona's ear and she stopped in mid-flight, looking
back towards Gina.  "What?  You didn't?  Who..., who is she?  Is that her
mother?  Did she...?" Her voice held many doubts.

   "Just calm down, baby.  It's not what it looks like.  That's her mother,
she brought her to me for help.  The men..."

   "What men?  God damn it, Gina, you'll have to report them."

   "I can't... We can't.  It was decreed and we can't go against the
Mas..." Her voice stopped in mid-sentence, a shocked look coming over her
face.  "Oh, my God, what have I said?"

   "You just said men did this to that poor girl, that's what you said. 
What men?"

   "Look, Rhona, just give me a couple of minutes.  I'll take them upstairs
then I'll talk to you." Before Rhona could say anything else, Gina had
vanished and she saw the trio scrambling up the staircase, the youngster
glancing across at Rhona as she tried desperately to cover her private
places.

   Rhona's mind was spinning a thousand miles a second.  There could be no
sensible answer to the scene she had just witnessed.

   Just as she promised, Gina returned within a few minutes, took her
friend's hand and walked to her bedroom, closing the door after her.

   "Baby, it's not what you were thinking.  Neither her mother nor I had
anything to do with the girl's beating.  Well, not this time, anyway."

   "Wha... This just doesn't make sense.  What do you mean, `this time'?"

   "Well she has been known to treat all her kids pretty fiercely but never
like you saw just now.  In fact both the girl's parents seem to delight in
hurting their girls, making them scream and the like before they use them."

   "God what kind of people are you involved with, Gina?  I couldn't
imagine hurting Molly just for sexual pleasure.  It's obscene.  Do you do
that to your kids?  You and Rick?"

   "No, of course not.  They get a beating from time to time but only when
they've been disobedient, not for our pleasure But you know we do use them
for our pleasure, don't you?  Yes, of course you do.  Look, I was just as
shocked as you when you walked in on us.  I wasn't expecting you."

   "Oh, I did leave a message and your door was open when I came so I
thought you were being sneaky and making yourself naked for me when I
arrived."

   "Yes, well I'd only just got back with Franzescha.  That was
Marie-Louise, her daughter, she's fourteen.  They're the Borack family.  I
guess in our haste to get inside the door didn't close properly."

   "And they're friends?"

   "Yes," she replied slowly as if in thought.  "Yes I guess they're
friends although not really close."

   "But close enough for her to bring her beaten up child over to your
place?"

   "It looks that way, doesn't it?  You and I, we're friends aren't we
Rhona?  I mean we've been..."

   "Lovers?  Yes we're friends, very special ones.  I came over to make
love to you because things have happened rather quicker that I expected at
home," Rhona said by way of explanation.  "You said something before about
other men; what was that about, Gina?"

   Gina dropped her head as if in deep thought for just a moment then
looked up into Rhona's face.  "Would you feel comfortable if we undressed
and got into bed, baby?  I mightn't be able to give you an explanation of
everything but I'd like to hold you while we talked."

   "What about the others?"

   "They won't disturb us and Rick won't be home `til late."

   "Does he know about us?"

   "Of course."

   "What did he say?"

   "He wants to watch us at it," Gina said with a giggle.  "Men are all
alike."

   "It's their cock, you know," Rhona responded seriously then burst into a
fit of giggles.  Without anything more being said they watched each other
as they both stripped naked.

   "I love your beautiful body, Rhona, baby.  God, you make me feel so
sexy," Gina sighed as she enfolded her friend in her arms.

   After a long passionate kiss, Rhona broke the silence.  "So what's it
all about?"

   "Do I have your absolute promise that anything I tell you goes no
further than these four walls?  I mean you can't even tell Jamie.  Not yet
at least.  It must be a secret between us until I tell you differently."

   "Oh, my, it sounds like something illegal."

   "You could say that but no more illegal than what you and my Rick did to
Molly."

   "You mean sex with the kids?  But I knew about that."

   "There are some things you have no idea about, baby.  Well, do you
promise?"

   "Now you have got me intrigued.  Yes, I promise my lips will be sealed."

   "Rick and I have joined a group..."

   "You mean like a swinger's group?"

   "Sort of but more involved than just wife-swapping."

   Rhona remained silent, waiting for what was to come.  She just knew it
would be something quite illegal and felt her pussy becoming wet with
anticipation.

   "I can't tell you anything about the group, at least not until the
Master says I can?"

   "Master?  Oh, my God, you're into bondage."

   "Well we call him that and all of us obey him in every way, if you can
imagine that.  Not just the women but the men too, we all give him absolute
obedience.  It's not so much bondage although it can be if that is his
wish. But he leads us into things we could never imagine and it's so very
sexy."

   "How do you get away from your girls then?  You can't leave them on
their own."

   "They come too.  We're all involved.  As long as the girls have begun
their menses, they are brought into everything we do."

   "So this Master has put a nice little harem together and I suppose he
fucks all the young ones?  Smart bastard.  What do you get out of it?"

   "We all get all the sex we can handle, the men join in and the girls
have sex with the women too.  Lesbian sex allowed, Homosexual sex banned."

   "Oh I'll bet Rick is happy about that, not having to take a cock up his
rear end," Rhona suggested with a grin.  "How long have you been doing
this, honey?"

   "Just a few months now.  There were only two families that had got
together with the Master and then he married and they took on two other
couples."

   "Do they have kids too?"

   "Well, we were one and the other couple are younger.  They have a girl
of sixteen and one of thirteen."

   "They menstruate of course?"

   "Yes."

   "Has Rick fucked them, the girls, yet?"

   "Not yet but there's so many to choose from.  His balls ache for days
after a meeting."

   "I guess you'd call it a fuck-fest then?"

   "It's not all sex.  There are punishments that we all attend.  We all
suffer those occasionally but it does make me so bloody sexy afterwards.  I
lay on my back and want every cock in the house to rape me, it's so
arousing."

   "You're becoming a sex addict."

   "I know but who cares.  It's incredibly stimulating."

   "I guess I'm just a hanger-on these days then."

   "Like hell you are.  You're my lover and you'll always be, darling,"
Gina assured her as she leaned over and kissed her passionately.  Rhona
returned the caress by stroking her fingers along Gina's pussy lips.

   "Do you want to make love, babe?" Rhona asked.

   "Lick me, lover.  Use your tongue and make me cum."

   Nothing more was said as the covers were pushed aside and Rhona formed a
sixty-nine and each woman began to love the other.  Time stood still as the
thrill of loving grew stronger in the depths of each woman, their gasps of
pleasure rising as the mountain rose.  Gina cried her passion first and
Rhona maintained her movements on the woman's clit.  Once her tremors had
passed, Gina pushed her off and resumed the upper position to give Rhona
the pleasure she had earned.

   "I love you, Gina, I love you so much.  God that felt good." Rhona
mumbled once she was able to overcome her own passions.

   They held each other close, perspiration trickling between their warm
bodies as they remained silent, unexplained thoughts roaming through
Rhona's brain.  Finally she had to ask more.

   "Was this girl beaten by your so-called master?"

   "It was sort of that.  He'd been giving the young ones, boys and girls,
a lecture on what absolute obedience meant.  Just so you understand, he can
demand any one of us to do anything and we would obey him instantly.  Even
a small hesitation could earn us a punishment in some form.  At the end of
the lecture he instructed each of the fathers to make each of their kids do
something terrible, something they'd hate or would be so sickening.  You
know how men can be so gross when it comes to sex, well when Izador, that's
Marie-Louise's father, the one who enjoys torturing his kids, when they got
home he gave their two youngest something fairly simple to do."

   "Like what?"

   "Oh, I think the boy was made to wear girls underwear to school for a
week even during sport practice and the young girl had to go to school
without knickers.  Something like that.  From what Franzescha says, they
both giggled and consented straight away.  But for Marie-Louise, he wanted
her to suck their dog, he's a big hairy Samoyed, and swallow it's sperm."

   "Oh, my God, that's really sick?"

   "It made me queasy even thinking about it.  Anyway she refused and got
quite a severe hiding for it."

   "That is more than a severe hiding," Rhona suggested.

   "Yes, that came after the next meeting when each father had to detail
the tasks they gave their kids and the results.  Every kid had done what
they were told except Marie-Louise."

   "Poor kid."

   "The Master got upset and demanded she carry out her task in front of
everyone.  He brought his own dog into the centre of the room and told her
to obey."

   "I guess she refused again."

   "Of course.  I'm not sure many others would have been able to do that
filthy act but that was of little consequence and the Master ordered she be
tied to one of his beating seats and given ten strokes of the cane.  It
hurts like buggery, you know."

   "Having never been buggered, I'll take your word for that."

   "You've never been...?  Oh, my goodness, you do have something in store,
my girl."

   "Not of I can help it," Rhona declared.  "So what happened then?"

   "Oh the usual squealing and pleading and her bum became crimson red."

   "And she still refused?"

   "Of course.  Three more lots of ten strokes all over her bum and thighs
yet she still refused.  It was a real screaming match, believe me.  But she
still refused so the Master, unable to back down in front of every one,
ordered her to be turned over and she was caned on the front of her thighs,
stomach and even her vulva.  She had all but passed out by then so while
she lay almost senseless, the Master clamped a jaw stretcher over her lips
so she couldn't close her lips or teeth, then made her mother masturbate
the dog until it shot its load directly into the girl's mouth.  He simply
pinched her nose closed and she had no choice but to swallow it down."

   "Oh, shit that's disgusting.  Is that how this club of yours works all
the time?  I don't think I could handle that."

   "Look, it's really an exciting group.  Rick and I and all three girls
love it too.  The normal punishments are usually very light and even
arousing but this one went overboard.  Even the Master knows that but he
couldn't admit it.  I think I saw his wife really admonish him afterwards.
But there was worse to come because once Izador got the girl home, he laid
into her with a big leather strap all over the existing cane strokes, her
titties and even directly between her legs, time and time again.  She
finally fainted and we had to call our doctor."

   "Gosh, he'd have no choice but to report it to the police, surely."

   "No, he's one of us.  The Master is pretty smart putting a group
together to cover most of our needs."

   "So why bring her here?"

   "Her mother walked out on him.  They'll both go back when the bruising
starts to fade but she really gave him a tongue full, believe me."

   "So she bloody well should," Rhona agreed.



   They were both silent with their own thoughts for several minutes.  Then
Gina asked, "What made you want to come over just now?"

   "You, you sexy beast," she smiled back as she slipped a finger into
Gina's damp slit.

   "It wasn't just the thought of me that made you zoom over.  I heard your
voice on the tape while I was upstairs with them.  You were sexed up to the
hilt."

   "Jamie fucked me like never before, last night," she giggled.

   "Why?"

   "Because... because he gave Molly her first orgasm.  It was so exciting.
He got his hands on young innocent flesh for the first time."

   "She let him or he forced her."

   "No, thanks to your sexy husband and his doctor act, she took it all in
her stride and now she wants it again."

   "And again and again, I'm sure."

   "Seems that way.  I reckon it's my turn tonight, to bring her off, I
mean," Rhona smiled at the thought.

   "Did he fuck her?"

   "No, but I'd be surprised if he'll hold off much longer."

   "She still intact?  Untouched?"

   "Of course.  She's only thirteen, remember."

   "Don't let him, darling?"

   "What?  Don't let him do what?"

   "Don't let him or even you take her virginity?"

   "Are you sorry you popped your kid's cherries?"

   "No but it would have been better if we hadn't."

   "Why ever not?"

   "We've both spoken to the Master... about you."

   "Whaaat?" Rhona shrieked in astonishment.

   "We spoke to him about you and Rick, Molly and Brendan.  About inviting
you to join us."

   "Oh, my God, you didn't," Rhona gasped.

   "You'll love it, baby.  All those men and young boys and think of all
the girls.  They'll make you feel so sexy, trust me.  You'll get all the
sex you can handle and then some."

   "Jamie... he wouldn't..."

   "Be damned he wouldn't.  He'll foam at the mouth, just thinking of it."

   "What did he say when you told him, this Master?"

   "He was very interested in your virginal daughter."

   "So he wants to add her to his harem.  And wants to be first too,
doesn't he?"

   "He's always been the first, except for our kids but that didn't stop
him taking them home and poking them silly.  They love his sex."

   "Oh, shit, this is so weird," Rhona said as though she was talking to
herself.

   "You mustn't tell Jamie yet, please don't do that, babe."

   "No I promised I wouldn't, remember, but Jamie will be so disappointed
if he's not the first."

   "He'll get the privilege of being the first into her bum-hole though. 
That's part of the deal for fathers.  Master first, then father."

   "And who's first between the lips?"

   "Usually he let's the virgin choose."

   "Oh, how very kind of him.  Is he a weirdo?"

   "Quite the opposite, he's a very smart man.  Holds a senior professional
position, I can't divulge just yet, you understand and he's actually a very
caring man.  He saved his wife from being blackmailed into becoming a sex
slave to her boss."

   "And now she's a sex-slave to her husband."

   "To some extent but she does take the woman's side sometimes and makes
him change his mind."

   "How many kids do they have?"

   "She has teenage twins, they've just turned fourteen."

   "I'll bet he fucks them, twins and all."

   "Strangely not yet.  When he gets his hands on new girls he takes them
usually on the first night but he hasn't held an initiation for the twins
yet.  He does make them join in the fun games though, having to give adults
orgasms and the like.  The boy is ravenous but he hasn't been allowed a
fuck either."

   "I... I think I need to play with myself, would you mind?"

   "Most definitely, I'd mind.  In my house no-one has to frig themselves.
Lay over and I'll lick you all the way to heaven." And she did, allowing
Rhona to doze off after she orgasmed for the second time.

   Chapter Nine

   Once she had awakened, she found the covers had been removed and she lay
on the bed in all her glory.  Gina stood over her with a camera in her hand
and a sly look on her face.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Oh, just taking some happy snaps," she said coyly.

   "Of me?  In the raw?  You bitch.  Did you drug me?  Is that why I fell
asleep?"

   "You fell asleep, my dear, because I made you feel so good, remember?"

   "Why did you take pictures of me in the nude.  To show Ricky?"

   "Oh, he'll see them but that isn't the real reason.  I'm going to show
them to the Master," she explained with a smirk.

   "You wouldn't, Gina.  Please don't do that."

   "Why not?  It's the only way you'll get an introduction.  If he likes
what he sees, he might want you in for an interview."

   Rhona sat up in surprise.  "An interview?  Why would I go and see this
pervert for an interview.  I have enough to do at home without taking on
another job.  Anyway, I wouldn't let any boss see me like this," she said
starting to stand.

   "Oh, it wouldn't be for a job interview.  If he likes you and Molly, and
why wouldn't he?  Then he might just invite you four into his family. 
Imagine how wonderful that would be, sweetheart."

   "Oh, shit, I'd never let a whole hoard of perverts get into my panties."

   "Am I included in that whole hoard then?"

   "What?  You, no of course not."

   "Well I love what he makes me do when we are all together.  It's
exciting and it really turns Ricky on."

   "Jamie would never..."

   "Once Jamie saw the women and young girls on offer, his cock would stand
at full mast and probably never go down."

   Rhona was silent for a few moments.  "But Molly.  We'd have to bring her
along too?"

   "He wouldn't want just a couple.  He needs families with young
menstruating females attached.  He wants them young just as they all do. 
Even the boys are well accommodated and they sure keep us girls on our
toes. You've no idea how randy teenage boys can be.  They never stop."

   "Can I ask Jamie first?"

   "No, you mustn't say anything to him.  The Master knows how to cajole
horny old men into his family."

   "Why do you call yourselves his family?"

   "Because once you join, he owns us and we must obey or suffer the
consequences.  But even a bit of discipline is pretty sexy, especially the
way he delves it out.  Let me show him how you look in all your glory and
I'll bet he wants you all.  OK?"

   "Promise me he's not some psycho out to rape and abuse."

   "Well we've belonged to him for over six months now and there's no way
we'd back out, it's too much fun, really sexy fun."

   "Oh, shit, what to do?  OK, I suppose we can at least hear what he has
to say to us.  Let's see whether he really does appreciate good tits like
these."

   "Good girl, now give me some good poses and open your legs a bit more.
Nothing like advertising, babe."

   She took lots of photos really quickly then ran the images past Rhona.
"We'll just delete the worst ones," she said as she flicked over each image
in turn, keeping the best couple of dozen.

   "Now you'll have to get Molly to pose for you.  Get her to strip off her
school clothes.  I think the Master likes to watch young school girls
disrobe.  Take a few in night dresses and lots naked.  You can convince
Molly to co-operate, can't you, babe?"

   "Oh, she'll probably freak but if I tell her it's for her Daddy, she'll
do it.  Since he gave her, her first orgasm, she's hooked on his fingers."

   "That sounds good," Gina agreed as she handed the camera over.  "Oh, by
the way, make sure Molly's pussy hair is removed first.  We all have to do
that for the Master."

   "Oh, shit, he wants the works, doesn't he?  I wondered why you shave
yours off."

   "It ain't shaved, babe.  We're only allowed to use depilatory crème. 
Stops whiskers forming, you know."

   "He's a cunning bastard, isn't he?"

   "But he makes life very exciting.  Can you imagine what it's like to
have a teenage boy fucking you silly while a couple of pubescent girls suck
your titties and maybe a mother strokes your clit... all at once?"

   "While Jamie looks on?"

   "Oh, he'll be busy with one of my girls, maybe."

   "You're loving this, aren't you, you pervert."

   "I'm just a sexy pervert.  Oh, by the way, Ricky wants to fuck you silly
too, regardless of whether you join us or not."

   "Oh, God, did he say that?  Hmm, well I did promise him one anyway," she
added with a wry smile.

   "Ever since you sucked him off while he was molesting Molly.  Remember?"

   "How could I forget.  The only other man who's sperm has reached my
stomach.  Yeah, I can understand him getting hard over me.  Does he know
we've been playing around?"

   "No but the Master does."

   "Why did you tell him?"

   "Because we're not allowed to keep any secrets from him at all."

   "I think I should go, my love," Rhona sighed as she kissed her lesbian
lover full on the lips.

   "Want to meet my guests first?"

   "Is that a good idea?"

   "Oh, once they know you're my friend, they won't be concerned.  The girl
will do exactly what her mother tells her."

   "I wouldn't know what to say to them, barging in on them like that."

   "Just tell the girl, Marie-Louise is her name, that you didn't know they
were there and we're friends.  If I'm not mistaken, Franzescha will have
her laid out in all her glory.  You can feel her up if you wish.  You don't
have to wait to be asked."

   Rhona was silent for a moment.  "It will take time to get used to all of
this," she told her friend.  "One day I'm molesting my own daughter, the
next day I'm molesting a teenager I've never met before.  It's weird."

   She followed Gina to another bedroom and they both stepped through the
door without knocking.  Just as Gina told her, the young girl was stretched
out on the bed, knees wide apart as though she was waiting for her lover to
make love to her.

   "Franzescha, this is my friend, Rhona."

   The woman smiled happily and they exchanged pleasantries.  There was no
explanation about Marie-Louise in fact they talked as if she wasn't even
there.

   "She has some bruising," Rhona finally commented.

   "Her father decided she had to be taught a lesson.  It's her own fault.
She was disobedient to... Well, she was disobedient," the woman explained
as though there was nothing unusual about the ugly purple and black bruises
that covered most of the girl's body.  "You can spank her if you like."

   Rhona was taken aback, unsure what to say.

   "Or you can feel her body," Gina added.  "I suspect it is quite warm
still."

   A tear flowed down the girl's face but she made no objection.

   "I... I've never done that, touched a naked girl like this."

   "Just stroke her titties then.  She'll appreciate your touch, I'm sure,"
her mother explained.

   The fourteen year old's breasts were perky and firm.  They weren't
bruised as much as her lower half, rather a series of deep red strokes were
evident, probably made by a wide strap or the like.  She lay still, her
eyes looking up to the ceiling as though she was in her own little world
despite the stares she was suffering.

   Rhona had a clear view of her vulva, the deep coral pink lips parted
with no hair whatsoever to cover the view.  Rhona could see the milky
secretions that were about to flow out as though she was in an aroused
state.

   "You are a beautiful girl, Marie-Louise," Rhona commented with a smile.
The girl glanced across then away again.

   "I look terrible," she responded in a whisper.

   "It will go away, love," her mother assured her, giving a breast a rub
that was beyond motherly.

   "She's welcome to stay until she recovers, Franzescha," Gina said.

   "It would be best," the woman agreed.  "Thank you."

   "I should be going," Rhona said, needing to withdraw in haste.  She
kissed Gina on the lips, something that was noticed by the mother.  Then
she left.

   Chapter Ten

   On the way home, Rhona tried to think of how to get Molly to agree to
pose in the erotic poses she knew were required.  Then again, was she sure
she really wanted to get involved with this very questionable group?  Lots
of underage kids meant much danger as far as the law was concerned.  How
could she put her whole family in jeopardy like this?  How could she
convince Molly that it was acceptable to be offered to lots of men, women
and boys when the youngster had never even thought of sex until her father
began to feel her up only yesterday?

   How could she keep the secret from Jameson?  Would he be sickened at the
thought of making their daughter a sexual slave for that's what the girl
would become?  That's what she, herself, would become for that matter.

   As she drove into the driveway, Molly was just on the doorstep, opening
the door.

   "Hello, darling," Rhona hugged her daughter and kissed her on the lips.
Molly looked quizzically at her mother for just a moment then smiled back.

   "Have you got over last night's excitement?"

   The young girl blushed fiercely and was unable to answer.

   "What?  Didn't you like what happened?  You certainly seemed to last
night, baby."

   "It... It was embarrassing.  I mean I was naked and Daddy touched my...
you know." She was on the verge of tears.

   "Come on and sit down with me, sweetie.  I want to tell you some
things," Rhona said encouragingly.  "There's nothing to be embarrassed
about.  You are growing up, darling and he wants to show you how beautiful
your body can make you feel.  Didn't you like the feelings?"

   "No... Yes but... Well, he touched my... my pussy."

   "You can't have an orgasm without doing that, baby.  As you grow up
you'll understand more but you have to start somewhere, don't you think? 
Boys will be begging for the chance to do those things but boys have no
idea how to make love properly.  I can assure you, Daddy is a much better
teacher than any boyfriend you're likely to go out with."

   "I'd never let any filthy boy touch me like that."

   "But you let Daddy."

   "That was different.  That was Daddy, not some stupid boy."

   "Then what's so wrong with Daddy teaching you?"

   "I... No... I mean... Oh, Mom, it really was nice what he did but I
thought it was wrong to let Daddy touch me there, or anyone else for that
matter."

   "It's only wrong if someone else knows and I'm sure you won't tell
anyone else, will you?"

   "No, I never could," she gasped at the thought.

   "Daddy wants to keep teaching you about sex, and so do I.  We want you
to know everything about your body and about men's bodies so you can
understand why boys want to do the things they want you to do.  When men
make girls feel good by giving them pleasure, like you had last night,
girls need to know how to return that pleasure too.  Men need to receive
sex feelings too, you can understand that, can't you?

   "Men want disgusting things."

   "Some men do, others who understand how to please a girl, do the things
right to make their girl feel wonderful.  It works both ways so both
partners are happy."

   "Is Daddy really going to have sex with me, Mummy?  I mean with his...
his thing?"

   "You mean with his penis, surely."

   "Um, yes, I guess."

   "Would you like him to?"

   "Nooo," she wailed.  "It would be terrible and teacher says it's wrong
and we should tell her if he ever did."

   "Well, now, would you tell on Daddy if he really did have sex with you,
darling?"

   "He'd get into trouble, wouldn't he?"

   "Of course.  He'd go to jail for a very long time."

   "No, I wouldn't tell.  I love him even if he did do something I didn't
like," she agreed looking up in to her mother's eyes to see her reaction.

   "You're a wonderful girl, Molly.  Now I want you to listen to me for a
moment.  I have thought of something we can do that would give Daddy a
really pleasant surprise.  Would you like to help me?"

   "Oh, yes," she agreed excitedly.  "What is it?"

   She looked into her daughter's eyes and began to realise this was going
to be easier than she had imagined.

   "You probably know boys, well all men really, like to look at pictures
of naked girls."

   A deep blush spread across the girl's face.  "Uhm, I guess so," she
agreed almost silently.

   "Daddy does too.  He really likes to sit down in the quiet of the
evening and look at magazines that have pictures of naked ladies."

   "He does?" She gasped in surprise.

   "It makes him feel very sexy and I guess he imagines himself touching
the girls bodies even if it is only a picture.  It makes him feel very
aroused and afterwards he has sex with me."

   Molly didn't know where to look next.  She was shocked yet in her mind
she could imagine watching her daddy while he looked at those kinds of
pictures and it made her pussy go all tingly, just the way it did when he
began to stroke her last night.

   "Does that shock you, baby?"

   All she could do was nod her head in agreement.

   "Sometimes I sit beside him and stroke his penis while he looks through
the magazines.  It makes him feel so wonderful, baby.  Now, I have thought
of something that we can do to make him the happiest man on the world. 
Would you like to help me do it?"

   "You mean stroke his... thing?  Me?"

   Rhona laughed as she hugged the youngster in her arms.

   "No, not that just yet, sweetie.  But I have thought of a way to show
him pictures that would be much better than looking at naked girls in a
magazine.  You do love your daddy, don't you?"

   "Yes, of course.  You know I do."

   "Then you'll help me?"

   "What do I have to do?" She asked dubiously.

   "I'm going to take some pictures of you as you get undressed and then
we're going to show them to him together."

   "Whaaat?" The youngster shrieked.

   "What's the matter?" Brendan's voice called from his room then he rushed
out to see what the scream was all about.

   "It's nothing, baby.  Your sister just saw a spider and it frightened
her.  Isn't that so, Molly?"

   "Y... Yes.  It frightened me," she agreed, backing up her mother's
explanation.

   "Aw, shi..." he began then clammed up before he had completed the magic
word in front of his mother.  "Girls are such wimps," he grumbled as he
returned to his room, closing the door loudly in disgust.

   Molly's eyes were the picture of horror as the thought of her mother's
suggestion hit home.

   "You... You don't mean it, Mummy, do you?"

   "He will be so excited he'll wet his pants."

   "You want me to show him photos of me naked?"

   "Well he's already seen you naked, remember?"

   "Yes, but..."

   "I want you to do it, Molly.  For your Daddy's sake and for me.  Now you
go and take a nice shower then put on a new school uniform, underwear and
all.  He'll absolutely adore seeing you taking off your clothes one piece
at a time."

   "Who's going to take the photos?"

   "I am of course.  I've got the lend of my friend's camera.  We can take
lots and keep the best ones."

   "But Brendan will know.  I couldn't bear it if he finds out."

   "Oh, tish-toss.  He won't see anything.  He'll never know, not unless
you tell him, of course."

   "Tell him?  I'd never..."

   "Ha, ha, I know you wouldn't.  Just joking, baby.  Now off you go, be
quick.  You've got fifteen minutes to make yourself look very sexy for
Daddy.  I'll meet you in your room so we can get started."

   Chapter Eleven

   As soon as Molly had vanished, Rhona crept to Brendan's door then
quickly pushed it open and entered.

   She suspected the boy had been checking out porno sites on his computer
and thought this might be a good time to catch him at it.  Sure enough, she
caught sight of a woman sucking off a rather large cock, split seconds
before Brendan had a chance to hit the Esc button.

   "Mum, what are you doing in here?"

   "More to the fact, what were you doing on your computer.  I saw it, you
know."

   "Saw it?  Saw what?" He asked his face flushed with embarrassment.

   "You know very well what I saw, Brendan.  Is that what you do when you
should be doing your homework?"

   "But I was, Mum.  D... Er, doing my homework."

   "What subject.  SexEd?  Are you studying the art of fellatio this
semester then?"

   "Fell... Nooo," he whined self consciously.

   "No?  Well that's what she was doing to him, wasn't she?"

   "I... It just... It just popped onto the screen - porno stuff does that
sometimes."

   "But you have internet security to stop pop-up screens.  Just be a
little bit honest with me, Brendan.  I'm not mad at you for watching that
stuff.  I'm not so dumb you know.  I know young boys jerk off and they do
like looking at sex pictures.  What site was it?"

   "I... I... I'm not sure, Mum.  I just hit Google and..."

   "Let me look at your history then," she said, leaning over the computer
to bring up the History page.  "Oh, my, quite a few sites, aren't there? 
How do you pay for all those subscriptions?  It must cost you a fortune."

   "No, I..." Then he stopped, realising his mother knew a lot more about
computers than he had given her credit for.  "I... I just look at the
guest-pages.  They're free."

   "We'll at least you know a little bit about the female body then.  I was
going to tell your father it was time to give you a sex talk but maybe
that's not necessary after all."

   The lad was dumbfounded.  He had no idea how to respond so he just sat
still, looking at the blank screen.

   "Have you ever peeked in on Molly, Brendan?"

   "What?  No, Mum of course not."

   "Brendan...?" Rhona asked sceptically, raising her eyebrows.  "All I
want is for you to be truthful."

   The youngster blushed deeply and he knew it.  He felt more guilty than
he ever remembered.  "Only... It was an accident.  I didn't do it on
purpose... She was... I mean her door was open and I saw her."

   "You saw your sister naked?" Rhona's eyes looked fiercely into his.

   "No, she wasn't... like that.  She had her knickers on and something
else."

   "Something else like what?"

   "I think it was her bra, Mum."

   "You think it was her bra?  What on earth else could it have been?  You
know what girl's bras look like surely."

   "Yes... but I only saw her for a moment, just as I walked past her door.
I didn't stop," he explained hopefully.

   "You're a big boy now, Brendan and big boys are usually very interested
in looking at girls getting dressed.  Are you telling me the truth, young
man?"

   "Yes, Mum, it is the truth," he almost whined.

   "Dream about her later did you?  Jerked off, maybe.  The Truth now."

   "No... Well, maybe.  Yes I suppose so.  Oh, God this is embarrassing."

   "I take it you haven't had sex yet.  Am I right?"

   There was nothing a young boy could say to that kind of question,
especially from his own mother.  "Well, Brendan?"

   "No."

   "Would you like to?"

   His face shot upwards, trying to see what she meant.

   "It's a simple question, Brendan.  Would you like to have sex with a
girl?"

   "Suppose so," he agreed belligerently.

   "One day you will, I'm sure.  Maybe sooner than you think."

   "What... What do you mean?"

   "Common sense, isn't it?  You're fifteen and you have urges.  One day
soon, you'll find someone who might let you.  Anyway, let's not talk about
it anymore.  I just wanted to let you know I understand a young boy's
sexual urges.  I was young once myself and boys even then had those same
urges.  If you want to ask me anything, anything at all, you can ask my,
baby.  No need to feel embarrassed with your own mother.  Alright?" She
turned to leave then added, "Oh, you should make sure you always carry some
rubbers, just in case you get lucky.  You understand?"

   He nodded, blushing freely.

   She smiled at him then closed his door as she left.

   Chapter Twelve

   Molly was sitting on the edge of her bed, dressed in a fresh school
uniform.  She wasn't very happy.  The thought of posing the way her mother
wanted her to was not a happy thought.  In fact it was really weird.  She
just couldn't imagine letting her Daddy look at photos of her taking her
clothes off.  Maybe she'll only need to take her outer uniform off, not her
underwear.  But that thought was soon put aside because she knew she would
end up quite naked, just the way she was just last night in front of both
her parents.  Then her thoughts turned back to that evening, having to let
her own Daddy touch her pussy with his fingers.

   She did like what he did.  It was just embarrassing that's all and so
was the thought of disrobing while her mother takes lots of photos.

   Her thoughts were disrupted when her mother came in, a big grin on her
face.

   "Oh, you look good enough to eat, baby.  You really are a beautiful
young girl.  You'll make Daddy's cock so hard."

   "Mummy, don't say that," the youngster wailed.  "It's dirty."

   "What, talking about Daddy's cock?  What's dirty about that?  All men
have them just like all we girls have tits and pussies and my darling girl,
cocks and pussies go very nicely together.  There's nothing wrong with
sexual feelings, baby.  Remember how he felt last night and remember how
nice he made you feel?  Your Daddy loved every moment as he stroked your
body, baby and you know you're going to let him do it again, don't you?"

   "Yes."

   "Good girl, now lets make a start.  We'll take a few poses before you
start to undress.  Start by looking a little doubtful, sort of shy.  Yes,
lovely.  Give a little smile.  Touch your finger tips over one of your
titties.  Oh, beautiful, darling.  Do a twirl, make your skirt rise up. 
Sit on the bed and open your legs just a little.  Now raise the hem up
above your knees.  Look into the camera.  Now a little smile.  Oh, that's
lovely."

   Rhona lowered the camera to get an up-skirt shot.  "Spread them a little
wider, baby.  I just need to get a peek of panties in the shot."

   After these shots, she sat beside her daughter and viewed the images so
far.  "Want a look, honey?"

   "No," the youngster stated softly.  She knew she would see them all
before long.

   "OK now I want you to start undressing.  Look into the camera sometimes
and look down to what you're doing sometimes.  I don't want you to show you
are unhappy about stripping but..."

   "Stripping?  I'm not going to do striptease, Mummy."

   "Oh?  And what do you think removing your clothes for the camera is
then?"

   "Well, no-one's watching, I guess."

   "I'm watching."

   "Yes but you're my Mum."

   "I'm still watching, baby so when all's said and done, you are about to
do a striptease for your Daddy and believe me, he will love you for it, I
promise."

   She let the girl think about it for a moment then started taking
pictures again.  "Now you just do things slowly, one button at a time and
every time I stay `still', I want you to stay still for just that moment as
I take each picture.  Ready?"

   "I guess so."

   She removed the buttons of her blazer, soon understanding what she was
to do, sometimes looking straight at the lens, sometimes at what she was
doing.

   "Now start on the blouse, baby, from the top."

   It seemed to take an age to undo just the eight buttons and she was sure
her mother had taken many more images that just eight during that time.

   Then there was many shots as she slowly slid the blouse off her
shoulders and finally into a heap beside her.

   "Now your skirt baby but give me some swirls so I can catch your panties
underneath.  Good, great, lovely darling.  Lift the skirt right up to show
off your schoolgirl panties.  Let's tease Daddy.  Front, side, back spread
your legs and bend over.  Look back at me.  Ok that's very sexy baby. 
You're even making me feel sexy."

   "Mummy, you can't say that," the youngster shrieked.

   "But you do, darling.  Maybe one day both you and I will lay naked on
the bed together while Daddy..."

   "Stop, I don't want to hear it."

   "Stop imagining things, baby.  You know we both love you very much. 
You've nothing to fear, I promise.  Ready to go on?"

   "I guess so."

   "Now I want you to release the clip on your skirt then slowly let it
fall down your legs.  Oh, God you look so exciting, baby.  You'll love
these pictures when we show them to Daddy.  You're a very sexy young
woman."

   "I'm not sexy, just embarrassed," the youngster responded a little
coldly.  Rhona was sure she could see the beginnings of a tear on the edge
of her eye.

   "Just wait until you see the next lot because this is where you show off
everything you've been hiding.  I'll bet the boys at school would like to
see these," her mother teased.

   "They all little pervs.  I know what they think about all the time."

   "And what might that be?"

   "You know very well.  All they want is to look up our skirts or down our
blouses."

   "Yes, I guess all boys are like that," Rhona sighed then smiled as she
got ready for the next level of nakedness.  "Now just bend over and remove
your shoes and socks.  I'll be behind you so spread your legs a little
more. Oh, magic.  Wonderful," she encouraged her daughter.

   "Now I want to see you stroking your little titties over your bra.  Yes
lovely.  Try to look a little shy, maybe almost as though you're about to
cry.  Yes, beautiful.  Reach around and unclip the strap but hold the front
to your chest.  Yes, beautiful.  Let one side drop down, no slower, a
little at a time, look at the camera, now down at your tittie, a little
smile now a little pout as though you're daring me to look at you.  Yes
superb.  Oh, You could become a model, baby.  Very nice."

   Rhona stepped up to her daughter, leaned down and kissed the very tip of
the one exposed breast.

   "Muuum," Molly whined, twisting away from her mother's lips.

   "It's only me, baby, not the rest of the world.  Now lets do something
similar to your other tit.  Just hold the bra at your side and let the rest
slide down until both tits are on show then hold the bra up to the camera
and drop it on the floor.  Oh, great.  Just right."

   "Will Daddy really like all this, Mummy?"

   "You know he will, don't you?"

   "I guess so," she agreed rather sheepishly.

   "Not much more to go now, sweetie.  I'll start from behind you, start to
push your panties down as you twist around to half look at the camera. 
Yes, nice, now follow me as I come in front of you and keep slowly pushing
it further down.  Let me see a little hair.  Oh, nice and sexy that shot.
Start bending over but as soon as it's past your hips, straighten up and
pose a few different ways."

   Molly was starting to feel very strange, that tingling feeling deep
inside her pussy began just like when her Daddy was stroking her pussy yet
she hadn't even touched herself there this time.

   "Push further then lift one leg and remove your foot from it and let it
fall down the other foot onto the floor.  Straighten up but cover your puss
with a hand.  Give the camera a nice smile now cup your titties again, yes
beautiful.  Now spread your legs further apart, one hand covering your
titties, the other cupping your puss.  Oh, sweet.  Nice.  Now stand
straight on, legs wider apart and lift your arms above your head as though
your saying, `See, this is all of me." And give me a nice happy smile.  Now
hold your arms towards the camera, let Daddy see you're encouraging him to
come and get you.  Oh, Molly you have been fantastic."

   Rhona put the camera down and enfolded the youngster in her arms.  "Well
my sexy girl, that wasn't all that bad, was it?"

   After a moments silence Molly agreed that was true.

   Rhona's hands stroked up and down her daughter's back then lightly
cupped the twin globes of her bottom.  She felt Molly stiffen up then
relax. Was it an invitation, she wondered.

   "Would you like me to stroke you like Daddy did, Sweetie?"

   "It wouldn't be right, Mummy," the youngster whispered.  "We'd be
lesbians."

   Rhona couldn't help bursting into laughter.  Molly stood looking at her
mother, feeling the most embarrassed of her life.  Finally she grabbed her
discarded clothing and made for her bathroom, the door slamming shut rather
loudly behind her.

   Chapter Thirteen

   Once Rhona controlled her laughter and wiped the tears away, she gently
knocked on the youngsters bathroom door.

   "I'm coming in, sweetie."

   No response so she opened the door just a crack and saw her daughter
sitting on the toilet seat, her blouse crumpled up and pressed against her
face.  She had obviously been crying her eyes out.

   Not a word was spoken for a long silent pause then Rhona began to make
her peace.

   "I wasn't laughing at you, darling."

   "Yes you were."

   "I was laughing with you not at you."

   "You were <sob> laughing at me.  I hate you."

   "Where did you learn about lesbians?  That's what surprised me.  It just
made me so happy that my girl was growing up and understanding things
grown-ups know about.  I didn't know you had learned so much.  When you
accused me of wanting to do girl-things with you... well it just broke me
up."

   The watery eyes looked up at her mother, and she gave a sniffle.  "You
mean the way you were touching me wasn't like... you know... what girls do
together?"

   "Well, I guess it was in some ways but it just made me feel happy that
my girl would trust me so much that she was able to take her clothes off
while I photographed her.  You know your Daddy will get hard when he sees
them, don't you?"

   She gave a half sob then agreed.  "I guess so."

   "He might even get so excited that he would have an orgasm without
anyone even touching his cock.  That does happen to men, you know."

   Molly looked into her mother's face, a look of surprise on her face. 
"Would he?  I... I didn't know he could do that.  You mean he'd squirt his
stuff... his... sperm, into the air?"

   "It would probably be into his pants more likely.  Anyway, there's a few
more pictures I'd like to take of you to complete the full set.  Can we do
that now?"

   "But I've already taken everything off."

   "I'd like to make sure he couldn't control his urges at all.  What say
we have a bet with each other about how long it would be before he really
did make a mess of himself?"

   This brought a smile to the young girl's face.  "You mean from when you
start showing him my pictures?  Alright, what will we bet?"

   "We'll both put fifty cents up and the one who guesses closest to the
picture that makes him explode, wins the dollar."

   A broad understanding smile spread across Molly's face.  "Alright, that
would be neat." She dropped her blouse and strode back into her room to
find her fifty cents, naked as a jaybird.  Her nudity seemed of little
consequence then.

   "I'll pick the one where I show my boobies together."

   "Maybe you'd better wait until we take the rest of the set first because
I think some of those may become the winners."

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "First a few of you in some of your nice night gowns, the one that's
really short and that one that you can almost see through, the summer one,
remember?"

   Molly found them quickly and added another.  "This is my favourite,
Mummy.  I think I look nice in this one."

   "Oh, yes, you do and if you lean forward he can see right down to
your..."

   "My breasts?  Can he?  Oh, God I didn't know.  Do you think he's already
looked?  Oh what if Brendan did?  I'd die if he ever..."

   "You wouldn't die and he may or may not have seen so it's no use
worrying about Brendan.  Anyway if he ever did get a look, do you think he
could cover up his excitement?  You would have caught him at it for sure."

   That eased the youngster's anguish.

   So Rhona began a second session of photography, having Molly pose in shy
and suggestive poses, always bringing out the girl's attributes sexily. 
"Now for the last few.  Off with the nightdresses, these will be all naked
and showing off your naughty parts."

   "Muuum," Molly groaned shyly but made no attempt to refuse.

   Most were of her laying stretched out on the bed, legs wide apart, some
covering her crotch with a hand but most showing all, even one with her
finger poised at the entrance of her pussy.  They were taken as though
Molly wasn't aware of the photographer, as though her senses were taken up
with the pleasure of touching her own body.

   "Oh, you are beautiful, darling.  So beautiful you make me think sexy
things," Rhona said in a half whisper.  Molly looked into her mother's eyes
trying to work out exactly what that meant.

   "Before we finish, there's just one more set to go.  Come with me back
to the bathroom, just like you are, not a stitch on." Molly blushed again
but followed her mother obediently.

   Once they were in and the door closed, Rhona explained what she wanted.
"I can't.  Really, Mummy that's filthy, I can't... I won't... I don't want
to," she pleaded, falling to her knees, her face white with shock.

   "It'll be over in seconds, sweetie.  It would be very special for Daddy
because I don't think there are any magazines that he's seen that shows
anything like that.  It will be your special treat for him, darling."

   "But it's filthy," she whined.

   "Do it for Daddy, darling.  Come on, now.  You're being silly.  Just sit
on the toilet and open your legs wide.  Oh, good girl, I knew you would. 
He'll love these.  Smile, dear.  Hold your boobies.  Now look down, between
your legs.  I'll come a little closer.  Good, now you can do wee wees.  As
soon as you can, sweetie."

   "Ohhh," Molly moaned as she felt the stream of urine begin to trickle
into the bowl.  Rhona took shot after shot, nearly all caught the stream
and the glistening splashes on her thighs.  It was over in seconds but her
mother made her use some toilet paper to wipe herself off, again taking
several shots.

   "That's the lot, baby, it's finished.  I'll put them onto the computer
and keep all the best one so we can show Daddy.  Oh, he'll want to make
love to you, I promise."

   "You mean now?  Once he sees them?  Tonight?"

   "Not tonight, baby.  We'll keep these for a surprise on some special
night."

   "Can I get dressed now?"

   "Only if you don't want to do lesbian things with me," Rhona said with a
wry smile.  Molly stopped dead in her tracks and looked into her mother's
eyes.

   "You mean...?  Oh you are joking," she sighed almost happily.

   Rhona hugged her gently then gave her a peck on the forehead and left
the room with a happy smile.

   Chapter Fourteen

   Rhona couldn't contain herself and picked up the phone.

   "They're fantastic, Gina.  They even made me bring myself off."

   "What in the hell are you talking about, babe?"

   "The photos.  Of Molly.  My cunt is still tingling."

   "Oh you naughty girl.  Bring them over.  I want to see them."

   "I can't, it's late and Jamie wants another session with Molly.  I'll
come over tomorrow morning when they're all out."

   "Does he know?"

   "Jamie?  About the pictures.  No, I haven't raised the subject with him
yet."

   "Don't, you mustn't until the Master knows.  He'll tell you what he
wants from now on.  Do you understand?  You mustn't even hint at anything
to Jamie or even Molly.  Come over so we can talk... and bring your
pickies, I want to see them too."

   "Be there in twenty minutes.  I need some loving after what I've done
today."

   "Sexy girl.  I'll be naked, babe.  Just hurry."



   The door was ajar when she arrived but Gina was nowhere to be seen.

   "Gina?" Rhona called.

   "Up here, Sweet Lips, just panting for you."

   Rhona giggled as she tripped up the steps as fast as she could go.

   Gina was laying on the bed, leaning on one arm, her other hand jiggling
her tit invitingly.  "Come to Momma and let me calm your frazzled pussy."

   Rhona giggled as she dropped her clothes and laid down beside her lover.

   "I don't know how I didn't rape her myself," Rhona sighed as Gina took a
nipple between her lips.  "Mmm," she moaned and laid out on the bed.

   Gina's hands roamed free and lingered on all the sweet spots, finally
stroking the woman's hardened nub.  "Just cum when you're ready.  I don't
mind how long you take, my love."

   As soon as Gina pressed her finger against Rhona's hard little nub, the
thrills became like fireworks and soon she was writhing with passion.  "Oh
God," she groaned as the peak drew near.  The memory of earlier when she
clung to her daughter's nakedness still roamed through her thoughts and the
climax simply rushed forward.  Then it burst with screams of pleasure. 
Gina maintained the pressure on her friend's clit as their lips met and
they kissed passionately.

   They laid in each other's arms for an eternity until Gina moved.

   "Time for the picture show, baby."

   Rhona had transferred the images to a disk and they sat and watched as
the screen lit up.  After the first few innocent slides, Gina's breathing
began to rise as she say the youngster begin her striptease.

   "She's a bloody little tease, babe," Gina whispered, her eyes fixed onto
the screen.  "Oh, shit, Master is going to cream his pants when he sees
this," she murmured and soon her hand clipped to her crotch and she began
to masturbate as each image flashed up.

   Rhona remained silent but was still moved as she watched her daughter's
secrets being revealed.  The fact that her photography caught every little
nuance didn't seem to matter, it was simply the beauty of her girl that
kept her glued to the screen.

   When the shots of the naked thirteen-year-old, sprawled on the bed,
spreading her legs wide, displaying the innocence of virginity that sent
Gina over the edge by her own hand.  Then she clasped Rhona to her as they
both watched the final bathroom scenes as the youngster peed into the
toilet.  Once the screen went blank they clutched each other together,
kissing and stroking like love-sick teenagers.

   "I must phone Master.  He'll want to see this straight away.  Babe, I
think your membership to the Covenant is guaranteed."

   "The Covenant?  What's that?"

   "Damn, I shouldn't have said anything.  You're not supposed to know
until you've been invited.  Please don't say anything.  He'll punish me
pretty bad if he finds out."

   She picked up her Cellular and answered.  "Master, I have my friend with
me.  She's taken the photos you wanted.  They're incredible, Master.  Yes.
Yes I'll tell her.  She'll come.  On disk.  Yes and beautiful." There was
no goodbyes as the call was ended.

   "Master requires your presence at 8 o'clock tonight."

   "Tonight?  Oh God, What do I have to do?  Does Jamie come too?"

   "No, just you and the disk.  It's your interview.  Do whatever he says,
no matter what."

   "What will he want me to do?  Is he going to fuck me?  Rape me?"

   "He's not like that but if he decides to test you that way, for god's
sake let him..  You either obey or you're not admitted so just do whatever
he wants."

   "Will he have others there too?"

   "Probably not but his wife might be.  Maybe even his kids.  He's not one
to shield his twins from anything."

   "Twins?  He has twins.  Oh, yes you told me, they're his wife's aren't
they?"

   "But he's adopted them.  They mightn't be there, you never know what
he'll decide to do.  I was on my own the first time he interviewed me."

   "What did he do then?"

   "I'm not allowed to say but I think you'll enjoy your time with him.  I
did, I promise."

   "What will I tell Jameson then?  He'll want to know where I'm going."

   "Tell him you're coming to visit me if you like.  I'll cover for you if
he rings."

   She handed Rhona an address and she saw it was a unit in the poshest
part of town.

   "Eight o'clock," Rhona sighed as she kissed her friend goodbye.

   "Ring me tomorrow, babe."

   "If he lets me," Rhona smiled back wryly.

   Chapter Fifteen

   It was definitely the poshest of the poshest buildings, security guards,
electronic doors and when she tried to enter the lift a guard came and
directed her to the reception desk.

   "Whom do you wish to visit, ma'am?"

   "Uhm, Mr.  Saunders in the Penthouse."

   "And your name please"

   "Mrs.  Briggs.  Rhona Briggs."

   The man checked a list and then directed the guard who was standing just
behind her, to accompany her to the apartment.

   She felt decidedly uncomfortable, sure that the guard knew what was
about to happen to her.  He gave no indication of that but she couldn't
help feeling the whole building knew why she was there.

   The lift rose silently and fast and soon the guard was unlocking the
door to the entrance foyer of the Penthouse.  Everything reeked of luxury
and she waited for the lift to close before she knocked timidly on the
door.

   Almost immediately the door opened.

   "Yes, madam, may I help you?" A rather straight laced man asked.

   "You asked me to come to see you," she explained nervously.

   "Do you mean Mr.  Saunders, madam?"

   "Mr.  Saunders?  Yes, of course.  Aren't you...?"

   "I shall inform him of your arrival, madam.  Please wait in the foyer."
It was only then that she realised this was his man-servant.  "Oh I'm
sorr..." she began to apologise but he had already left.

   In a few moments he had returned and showed her into what she took to be
a small waiting room.  "Please take a seat.  Mr.  Saunders adds his welcome
and will be with you shortly."

   Rhona had never been in a house such as this.  Everything was luxurious
from the furniture, the paintings and other decorations, the carpet so
thick that she thought she could become lost in the pile.  And the views
were just unbelievable.

   Before long a young boy entered.  "Do you have the disk?"

   Rhona stood thinking at first that this was the man before she realised
it was just a young teenager.  "Oh, yes.  I have it here." She withdrew it
from her bag and handed it to him.  Without another word the boy turned and
left.

   Surely he wasn't going to look at the images she thought to herself, a
little doubtful about her decision to hand it over so easily.  She sat
again and waited.  After what seemed a long time no-one had returned and
she looked at her watch, not quite sure just how long she had been sitting.
Another quarter of an hour, then another had passed and she was still left
alone.  What should she do?  What could she do?  She couldn't leave without
taking back the disk, it was so personal and in fact probably illegal to
photograph a girl so young the way she had done.

   Then the words of Gina returned to her, `Do whatever he wants.' Well
maybe this was just part of the test.  And so she sat back and waited still
more, this time not looking at her watch at all.

   It seemed a long, long time before the door opened again and this time a
handsome man in his mid-thirties she guessed, entered, holding out his
hand.

   "Mrs Griggs, so good to meet you.  I am Jeremy Saunders.  Won't you come
this way," he said, ushering her through the door.  She gasped at the
sight. It was a large room, two walls of glass looked out over the city
making the views all that much more spectacular.

   It was well furnished with both living room and a dining area and a very
large and impressive theatrette style TV area with the largest plasma
screen she had ever seen.

   "Oh, my," she gasped.

   "Do you like it, my dear?" He asked with a wide smile.

   "Indeed, Mr.  Saunders.  I have never seen anything as grand as this."

   He sat on one of the lounges and looked up at her, not offering her a
seat.  As she attempted to sit, he said, "No, don't sit.  I'd like you to
stand."

   "Oh, sorry," she gushed feeling herself bush furiously.

   "Gina has spoken highly of you, Rhona." It struck her that he had not
asked whether he may use her first name but she wasn't about to dispute
that.

   "You are close friends with her, I understand," he added.

   "Oh, yes, we're good friends.  She said I should visit you."

   "Why was that?"

   "Why... Oh," she began remembering she couldn't say anything that might
get Gina into trouble.  "She said she knew you and that you had suggested I
should.  Do you want to meet me, Mr.  Saunders?"

   "I'm not sure of that yet, Rhona.  Only time will tell.  Did you take
the images on the disk?"

   "Y... Yes, I did."

   "They are pornographic, actually child pornography.  How old is the
girl?"

   "Uhm," Rhona blushed and felt as though she was about to faint.

   "I'm sure that Gina gave you some simple instructions for this visit,
Rhona.  Do you recall?"

   "She... She said I should do whatever you asked."

   "Well, I asked you a question and you haven answered." It wasn't a harsh
voice but quite accusing.

   "They are photos of my daughter, she's just thirteen.  I didn't mean to
shock you with them Mr.  Saunders..."

   "You may call me `Sir', that would be sufficient.  No, stand before me.
Before we can progress further, I need to know a lot more about you, Rhona.
So your daughter is thirteen.  Is she a virgin?"

   It came so mater-of factly that it shook the young mother.  "Oh, yes,"
she gushed quickly.

   "How do you know that?"

   "How...?  Oh she hasn't let anyone... I'm sure she is, Sir."

   "But you've never felt to make sure?"

   "No." Rhona hadn't expected such private matters to be discussed.

   "I will want you to do that if I decide we are going to progress
further. Do you have any idea why you are here, Rhona?"

   "Gina said you have good times, uhm pleasure and..."

   "And what?"

   "Uhm, sex times." By now all her resolve had vanished, only absolute
embarrassment swan around her mind.

   "Do you like sex, Rhona."

   "Yes," she admitted.

   "How often?"

   "You mean... We... My husband does it... I mean we make love about twice
a week." Her face felt like fire.

   "Do you enjoy it?"

   "Yes," she said hurriedly.

   "I want to know about your sex life, Rhona.  What things do you do
together?" His eyes seemed to bore into hers, daring her to refuse to
answer.

   "Oh, this is so hard.  I've never spoken like this to anyone..."

   "You've told Gina about the things you do," he reminded her.  Obviously
Gina had told him everything.

   "Yes we do all those things."

   "You're being exceedingly coy, woman.  I'm not sure you're the kind of
person I'm looking for."

   "No, please, I'm sorry.  It's just that I've never spoken to anyone
about my private life.  Well only to Gina but she is my best friend."

   "If you want me and many more to be your best friends you'd better learn
quickly that I do not abide hesitation.  Now," he said adamantly, `get on
and give me some details, woman."

   Rhona began to understand what Gina meant now.  "We have sex two or
three times a week, Jamie, uhm, that's Jameson my husband, usually is on
top but sometimes I make love to him."

   "How often do you orgasm?"

   "Most times.  Sometimes I use a vibrator to finish myself off."

   "What other things?  Details, woman." She noticed he was becoming
irritated at her hesitance.

   "We both rub each other, masturbate I mean and sometimes he wants anal
sex.  I let him do whatever he wants, Sir.  I've never refused.  Oh, I ...
I suck him too when he asks.  I don't mind that in fact we both like me
doing that to him."

   "Have you ever been unfaithful?"

   "No... Oh, I have with... Lately I've had sex with Gina.  I like sex
things with her too."

   "Tell me about your daughter."

   "I... I did something terrible that you may not like sir.  A few weeks
ago on the day Molly turned thirteen, I asked Gina to send her husband over
to pretend he was a doctor for her first medical examination.  He had her
undress and felt her all over and he became so aroused I had to suck him
off several times.  Molly still doesn't know he wasn't a doctor.  It was
after that, that Gina and I began to have sex sessions together."

   "But there's something else you've done with Molly, isn't there?"

   "I... I convinced her to take her clothes off in front of her father and
let him masturbate her.  She was very shy but did it because I told her
that's what young girls should do to show her father she loves and trusts
him.  Jamie gave me incredible sex after that."

   "And she hasn't objected to allowing him to do that again?"

   "It was only last night, Sir, but she liked the feelings so I'm sure she
wants to do it again."

   "Did it arouse you too, watching him molest your daughter?"

   "Yes."

   "Remove your panties, Rhona."

   "Wha...?  Oh, my god.  You mean now?"

   He just looked her straight in the eyes.

   "Yes," she agreed and reached under her skirt stepping out of the small
garment a few seconds later.  She straightened up, her face aflame with
shame.

   "Now your skirt."

   "Sir?"

   "Remove your fucking skirt, woman, NOW." He raised his voice which made
her jump.

   This time she acted more slowly but she obeyed.

   "Don't cover yourself," he directed when she clasped her hands over her
bush.  "Town around slowly," he told her.

   To say she was blushing was an understatement.  Her face was crimson and
so hot she again felt faint.

   "Are your tits as good as your ass?"

   How could she answer such a question.  "Do... Do you wish me to remove
the rest of my clothing, Sir?"

   "Did I bloody well ask that, woman?"

   "N... No.  I just thought..."

   "You're a fucking woman, you don't ask.  I don't ask either.  I demand.
Now answer the question," he said, his voice almost seething.

   "I think... yes, they are, Sir."

   "Come closer," he told her then reached out and stroked her pubic hairs
with the back of his hand.  "When was your last fuck?"

   "Last night, Sir."

   "Did he make you cum with his cock or by yourself?"

   "He made me cum... with his... with his cock, Sir."

   "How long did it take?"

   She had to think about that.  "I think maybe five or so minutes."

   "Do you use birth control?"

   "Yes, the Pill, Sir."

   "Have you let any other man fuck you?"

   "No, Sir, never."

   "So your husband took your cherry?"

   "Yes," she agreed in a whisper.  His hand was now stroking her slit
without pushing in any deeper.

   "Before or after the wedding?"

   He saw the blood flush up her face again and knew the answer before she
told him it was before.

   "How old were you?"

   "Twenty, Sir."

   "Push yourself onto my finger, as deep as you can." She looked down and
saw his pointer finger touching the edge of her vagina.  With little
difficulty she bowed her knees and pushed.  She had become fully lubricated
which surprised her because her mouth was as dry as a bone.  Before she
realised her pubic bone was pressing against the knuckles of his hand.

   He looked up into her eyes and nodded his head as though congratulating
her.  Then he pulled it out and held it up.  "Clean me."

   She leaned over and took the digit between her lips, sucking her odours
away.  Somehow she didn't have any feeling of revulsion, it was just
something she did.

   "I am going to leave you for a moment.  Someone will join you and watch
the images on your disk.  While he watches you are to kneel between his
legs, open his fly and fellate him to orgasm.  Do you understand?"

   It was the weirdest feeling, realising what she was told to do.  If it
had happened in any other circumstance, she would have screamed rape but
she simply nodded her head in acceptance.

   "He may object to your attentions but you must cajole him or even force
him to let you carry out your task.  You may take whatever measures you
need to complete your task and then show him that you have swallow his
discharge.  If you complete the task properly, we will move onto the next
stage of your interview.  No, do not put your clothes back on."

   "Oh," she gasped.  "I never thought..."

   "That you'd be facing such tasks?"

   "Yes, that's what I meant."

   "The tests have only just begun.  If you want to join your friend in our
activities you simply have to accept whatever I say.  I know you realise
that, woman or you would have fled by now, wouldn't you?"

   Without waiting for her response he left her standing half naked
wondering who she would be attending.

   Chapter Sixteen

   She didn't have long to wait for he entered the room almost hesitantly,
holding the disk she had brought.  It made her gasp in surprise.

   "Is this what you want?" He asked holding the CD disk in his hand.  Then
stopped in mid-step as he saw her bottom half was naked then quickly looked
away.

   It seemed strange to Rhona that he didn't know she would be undressed
but even worse, it was the teenage boy she had met earlier who stood before
her.  He seemed shocked as he passed the disk to her.

   "Yes, this is the one.  Are you his son?"

   "You mean... oh, yes, I'm Wes."

   "Did he say what was to happen now?"

   "Only that you had something on this to show me.  Why?"

   "It's just that... How old are you, Wes?"

   "I'm almost fifteen," he told her rather proudly.

   "Almost Fifteen?  So you're still only fourteen?" Her mind ran riot.  He
was younger than her own Brendan.  He was still a child yet her
instructions were to carry out the act of fellatio on the boy.  "Did your
father give you any instructions before you came in here, Wes?"

   "Instructions?  No, why?  All he said was that you were going to show me
something.  But..." His eyes ran down her body.  "But you don't have any
clothes on.  I can see your..." His face blushed and he looked away.

   "Yes, I am but those were your father's instructions.  He also wants you
to look at the images on this disk.  Would you like to do that now, Wes?"

   "I suppose so," he agreed, his attitude decidedly nervous.  "What are
they of?"

   "They are of my daughter.  Her name is Molly and she's thirteen.  Would
you like to put the disk in your DVD player and start it going, please."

   Once he did that, he looked for somewhere to sit and chose a chair on
the other side of the room.

   "No, come and sit beside me, Wes.  It's easier to talk this way," she
said, patting the sofa beside where she was sitting.  He came and sat down
a little reluctantly.

   The images began to open and change every few seconds.

   "This is Molly in her school uniform.  Do you think she's pretty?"

   "I guess so."

   "Oh and this where she starts to be a little bit naughty."

   "Is she taking off her clothes?" He asked aghast but his eyes never left
the screen.

   "It seems so, doesn't it?  Have you ever seen a girl undressing herself,
Wes?"

   "Gosh no," he half whispered, his face blushing but his gaze never left
the screen.

   By the time she was down to her underwear, Rhona asked, "Does it excite
you, Wes?" He didn't reply.

   "I think it does because I can feel you have got hard," she whispered in
his ear, leaning over and cupping his crotch.

   "Wha... What are you doing?" He almost cried out in shock.  "Don't. 
Stop."

   "Don't be silly, Wes, there's nothing wrong feeling aroused.  Now you
sit back beside me, young man," she scolded him.  "You just do as I say. 
Keep watching."

   The youngster was decidedly unhappy with her attention but he couldn't
take his eyes from the TV screen.  By now Molly was bending over, her
panties halfway down her legs.

   "It is exciting, isn't it?" Her hand cupped his groin and she gave his
erection a little squeeze.  "Shh, baby, it's alright.  I won't hurt you. 
I'll make you feel nice.  Keep watching.  She becomes even naughtier, see."

   While half trying to push her hand away he half stood but when Rhona
pushed his shoulder downwards, he gave a stricken, "No."

   Rhona resorted to a sharp slap on his thigh which made him cry out, more
from the shock than the hurt.

   "Just do as you're told, Wes, and I won't have to beat you, understand."

   "I don't like you touching me there.  It's not right."

   "But I see you haven't stopped looking at my daughter as she removes her
clothes.  That makes you feel excited, doesn't it?  I'm just making your
excitement all the nicer.  Now young man, you just sit back and watch her
do naughty things.  If you don't I'm afraid I'll have to give you a good
hard spanking."

   "W... Why are you doing this?"

   "Because I want to.  I like teasing young boys.  Perhaps later I'll let
you touch me right here," she said, pulling his hand over her bare crotch.

   His eyes flashed down, he gave a muffled cry then sat back and turned
his gaze back to the TV screen.

   "You just enjoy what I'm about to do, Wes.  It's something you'll love,
I promise." She knelt beside him and unzipped his fly, thankful that he
made no move to object.  As she fished his erection out he gave a grunt but
kept watching as Molly went into the many naked poses that were on the
disk.

   Rhona gave his cock a few gentle rubs then kissed the tip and swallowed
about half its length between her lips.  Wes wriggled somewhat but made no
move to stop her this time.  She could still see the screen in the corner
of her eye and knew Molly was seductively showing off all her secret
places.

   She felt Wes's body stiffen and wondered if he was going to come so soon
but wasn't surprised when she heard his moans and felt the pumping begin.

   His sperm shot forcefully into her mouth but he soon calmed and remained
gasping for breath as the images finally came to an end.

   Rhona sat back on her heels, looked up into his face, one hand still
holding his deflating hard-on, the other holding one of his hands.  She
gave a little tug and the boy look down.  That was the moment she swallowed
then opened her mouth to show him it was all gone.

   "Aw, shit, that's disgusting," the young boy cried out and rushed from
the room.

   How can I be pleased yet so desperately sorry for what I've just done,
she wondered.  They were my instructions yet it might ruin the boy for the
rest of his life.

   But she had no time for more thoughts as Jeremy Saunders entered the
room.

   "I have something to show you, Rhona," he said replacing her disk with
one of his own.  This was a movie which she soon realised was of her then
she saw Wes enter the room and hand her the disk.

   "That..."

   "Be quiet and watch."

   She saw the whole episode with the young boy played out in full colour
high definition resolution.

   She felt the blood drain from her face and it felt clammy.  "You've
recorded..."

   "Be quiet and watch," he demanded again.  Then she saw Wes come and sit
beside her, a knowing smile on his face.

   The whole scenario played through right up to the time Wes raced from
the room with his `Aw, shit, that's disgusting.'

   Wes didn't look very disgusted now, in fact he looked downright proud.

   "Was she any good, son?"

   "Not bad, Dad but Mum gives better head."

   "Hmm, it looks like you'll have to do better if we are to accept you
into our little group, Rhona," Jeremy suggested with something like a
smirk.

   "You recorded everything I did," Rhona bemoaned in a shocked voice.

   "Yep, the works.  I'd say you would go to jail for a very long time when
the police see this.  What do you think?"

   That was when she fainted.

   Chapter Seventeen

   She didn't know how long she had been unconscious but saw Jeremy sitting
beside her, wiping her face with a washer.

   "Shh," he quietened her.  "You fainted you know.  But not for long. 
Just a few moments."

   "Please don't show it to the police," she pleaded, her mind still
unclear.

   "You misunderstood.  No, I'm not going to show the police.  Well, not
unless you decide to do something like that yourself.  It's our insurance,
you see, Rhona.  Should you ever decide to blow the whistle on us for any
reason, they would certainly see this.  In fact I have one like this for
every member of our group.  It's just a precaution, you understand."

   "You won't send it...?"

   "Of course not.  Anyway, if I'm not mistaken, I do believe you will fit
into our group and enjoy all the pleasures that offers."

   "You mean you've accepted me?"

   "It's still under considering.  There's much more to be done before that
happens.  What about your husband?  How would he react to having a dozen or
so young girls and women to do whatever he wishes?  How would he react to
watching while a number of men and boys fucked you silly in every hole you
possess?"

   The very thought shocked her and it took several moments before she
could respond.  "I don't know.  I haven't told him anything."

   "That's good, just the way it should be.  And Brendan?"

   "Brendan?  Oh, my god!"

   "It's all in or nothing, I'm afraid.  I mean we want young girls and
their mothers but the males are a necessary add-on.  If they don't come
willingly no-one in the family can join us."

   " I... I don't think Brendan would object," she suggested in a daze.

   "And your husband, would he object at all?"

   "I can ask him, Sir."

   "No, definitely not.  That's not your responsibility.  Do you think if
he was given the opportunity, he would fuck a young girl."

   You mean Molly?"

   "No, not Molly, well not yet at least.  I know he's fondled the girl
which gave you the best sex you've ever had..."

   "How did you know?" Rhona asked aghast at the thought.

   "You can guess, surely.  Your dear friend and lesbian lover, of course."

   "Oh," she sighed, realising the obvious.

   "But there are several young ladies who would be only too pleased to
show him how wonderful a young girl's body can make a middle aged man feel.
I think I'd better have a chat with him.  Make sure he visits tomorrow
evening but don't tell him anything, understand?"

   "Yes, Sir.  I just don't know how he will react."

   "Let me be the judge of that.  You may find tomorrow night your husband
will cheat on you for the very first time, just like you have cheated on
him tonight.  It would only be right and fair, don't you think?"

   "I... I'm not sure he would suck Wes, Sir."

   Saunders laughed aloud.  "Oh, my God, you are so innocent, my dear. 
Here you are half naked sitting before me without a care and yet you still
doubt your husband's unfaithfulness.  No, he definitely won't suck Wesley
off.  There is no male homosexual acts whatsoever in our group."

   "Does that mean I can't... you know with Gina?"

   "Oh, that's not banned, just between men is unacceptable.  You can fuck
Gina or every other female, no matter how old or how young.  In fact we
have some twelve-year olds who just worship playing with other girls and
the men of course.  Their bodies are so smooth."

   Rhona caught her breath.  She couldn't think how to respond.

   Jeremy gave a little smile then sat down beside her.  "Did it excite you
giving Wesley his blow job, Rhona?"

   "Yes."

   "Just as it excited you watching your husband molest your daughter?"

   "Yes."

   "Undress completely.  I'm about to discover whether your tits are as
good as your ass."

   Here she was half naked already yet the act of removing the rest of her
clothing was more embarrassing than the first half.  But that didn't stop
her obeying.  Soon she stood before him displaying her everything.

   He reached up and cupped one breast in his hand, squeezing gently.  Then
he tested the other.  He was impressed that she was still quite perky, near
enough to no droop of her breasts at all.

   "Lean over." He cupped both, bouncing them and gently massaging the
surfaces.  He flicked her nipples and she moaned as the feelings ran
through her body.

   "Yes, they are just as good.  You told the truth."

   She looked into his eyes, a feeling of relief and sheer happiness.

   "Would you like Wesley to return the favour?"

   "What?"

   "You fellated him.  I'm told he gives very good head."

   "You mean he would suck me....?"

   "Should you and your family be offered membership, Wesley could do
whatever he likes with you and you could never object.  Think about that.
But until then you can refuse if you wish."

   "I've never... never had that done to me by anyone except..."

   "So now's your chance."

   "Will you record it?"

   "No, I have all I need."

   "Yes."

   "I beg your pardon?"

   "Yes, I'd like Wes to..."

   "Wesley," he called, one hand cupping a breast while they waited.

   "Yes, Dad?"

   "Give your molester a nice sucking, son.  Make her feel very good."

   Then to Rhona as he rose to leave, he said, "Don't do anything without
my say so.  I'll see your husband here tomorrow night.  Now lay back and
enjoy yourself."



   As Rhona rode down in the lift, her body still tingling from the giant
climax Wesley had produced, she knew more than anything that she wanted to
become part of this group.

   She knew though that she had to act out something to make Jamie want to
visit the Master the following night.

   Chapter Eighteen

   "Where have you been?  It's so late, I was worried." Jameson told her,
hugging her body to him.

   "I told you it was a meeting with a friend of Gina's.  There maybe more
but I think in the end it will be to our benefit."

   "What do you mean?  Money-wise?"

   "No, more of a lifestyle thing but I'm not sure yet.  However he wants
to meet you tomorrow so you'll probably understand more than I have."

   "Well, what's it all about then?  Can't you tell me anything?"

   "Part of the deal is that neither of us knows what the other's
discussions are about until he has decided wether or not he wants us to
join.  I can't tell you more than that, honey.  I'm sorry."

   She reached up and put her arms around his neck.  "Kiss me, my darling.
I've been thinking about last night with Molly and feel so sexy.  Do you
want some more tonight?"

   "Oh, shit, you'll make me squirt if you rub yourself against me like
that any more," he groaned pushing himself away from her grasp.

   "Remember what we told Molly last night?"

   "Uhm, no what was it?"

   "That when she receives pleasure she has to return the same to her
partner." Rhona's smirking smile was enough to clear his mind of everything
but his young daughter's nude body.

   "Shall I bring her in or would you like to visit her in her room?" Rhona
asked suggestively, cupping her hand over his genitals.

   "Oh, shit, please stop.  I'm so close."

   "Maybe I should get your rocks off first.  I'm sure it won't take you
long to rise to the occasion again, darling," she whispered as she blew
into his ear.

   "Yes, do it now."

   "What, in your pants?"

   "Christ no, take it out first."

   She pushed him back into his chair, pulling his zipper down and
extracting the weeping dragon.  "Want to fuck me, baby?"

   He gave a gasp and pulled away from her hand.  "Oh, god, I'm close.  Let
me rest a moment."

   As he laid back, breathing deeply, a hand over his eyes trying to calm
himself, she slipped her blouse and bra off then pressed her cleavage over
his erection.  "Shoot off, baby.  It won't matter about your shirt."

   With a groan of utter satisfaction he spewed his semen in great globs of
white, some hitting her chin but most squirted up along the upper part of
his chest.  Rhona never moved, just let him come back to earth at his own
pace.  Finally his head slumped to the side and she lifted herself off,
surprised at the mess left on his shirt and spread over her breasts.  She
wiped what she could from between her mounds and cleaned her fingers on the
lower portion that hadn't been wet.

   "Not bad for someone who filled my pussy only last night.  I think our
daughter is a bad influence on this little baby," she mused, holding his
limp penis in her hand.

   "How long did this all take?  Thirty seconds?"

   "About that.  Maybe if we call Molly in she can reinvigorate him for my
pleasure later.  Think you could do two in one night... and still live?"
She giggled as she sucked his limpness in to clean him.

   "I think I've become a drug addict."

   "More like a Molly addict."

   "Well that too.  Damn it all, do you realise I've become a paedophile. I
just can't get her out of my mind."

   "You do know that you can't fuck her, don't you?  And you mustn't burst
her cherry, that would be disastrous.  But there's nothing to stop you
stroking her naked body or even cuddling her in bed.  And she's still to
learn how to make you happy." Rhona felt his cock strengthen immediately.

   "I think I need some more time to rise to the occasion again," he said
with a great sigh.

   "Go and shower.  I'll bring her in and we'll see just how long it takes.
I suspect not many minutes at all.  Come back in your jammies but for
goodness sake don't let the snake poke it head out just yet."

   He shook his head as though he couldn't believe anything that was about
to happen.

   Rhona went to Molly's room and entered without knocking.  Molly wore her
nightdress and was sitting at her desk completing her homework.

   "Do you have much more to do, baby?"

   "No, Mummy, almost finished, thank goodness."

   Rhona stood behind the youngster and ran her hands up and down her arms.
"You smell nice, sweetie.  Have you put some perfume on?"

   "No but I used some nice soap when I showered.  Do I really smell nice?"
She asked, sniffing at an arm.

   "Not only smell nice but look nice to, darling," Rhona assured her,
leaning around to give her a kiss on the lips.  Molly looked up into her
face, wondering why her mother had done that.

   "Daddy's taking a shower, baby.  He'll be smelling nice too."

   "Oh," she responded shyly.

   "Would you like to join us in our bedroom?"

   The young girl looked up again.  "Is he going...?  Are you...?  Do you
want...?"

   "Yes, all of those, sweetie.  I know what you're wondering and the
answer is that both of us loved being with you last night.  You did like
it, didn't you?"

   "Yes," she said coyly.  "It was nice, really nice but..."

   "What, sweetie?"

   "Wasn't it wrong?  I mean what happened, me taking my clothes off in
front of Daddy and letting him..."

   "Are you sorry it happened?  Do you want me to tell him you don't
want...?"

   "No," she cut in quickly.  "It's not that I don't want it to happen
again.  It was very nice and I think I learned so much I didn't know before
but what if someone finds out?  Wouldn't Daddy go to jail?"

   "Yes, for a long, long time too but how is anyone going to know?"

   "What is they saw me?"

   "Who?"

   "I don't know," she said with a small voice, "but just in case..."

   "We'll draw the curtains so no-one could see in and Daddy won't put his
cock in your pussy so you'll still be a virgin.  Not even your doctor could
know."

   "I know, I know.  It's just that my mind keeps thinking the worst."

   "Want him to give you another orgasm, a real one like last night?"

   "Yes, it was incredible.  Would you like me to touch you too?"

   "You?  Wouldn't that be...?"

   "Naughty?" Rhona finished the sentence for her.

   "Yes, very naughty," the youngster grinned into her mother's face.  "Do
you want to touch me too, Mummy?"

   "As long as it was OK with you, yes very much."

   "Would Daddy see?"

   "Of course.  And by the way, it might be just the time for him to show
you his naughty bits.  What do you think of that?"

   The young girl blushed furiously.  "I... I've never seen..."

   "I didn't think you had but I wondered whether you'd seen some pictures
on the internet."

   "Oh, yes sometimes but not... the real thing," she gushed and giggled.

   "How long to finish your homework?"

   "I could leave it."

   "No, how long?"

   "About ten minutes.  I only have to finish off a couple of questions and
they're easy."

   "Well I'll leave you.  When you've finished, come straight in and close
the door after you.  We'll be waiting," Rhona said encouragingly, shrugging
her shoulders as if to say, `exciting, isn't it'.

   As she got to the door she added, "Just make sure Brendan's door is
closed when you go past.  If it's not come back to your room and try again
in half an hour."

   Chapter Nineteen

   She crept through the door just five minutes later, still wearing the
same nightdress then stood at the end of their bed, her fingers clasped
together, looking at then shyly.

   "Welcome to our naughty room, baby," Rhona said with a smile.  "Want to
come in?" She swept the bedclothes back and moved to the side to make room
for the young girl to crawl in between them.

   "Oh, you're shivering, darling," her mother said as she leaned over and
kissed her daughter on the lips.  Molly simply nodded; she could think of
nothing to say.

   "Want to give your Daddy a kiss, sweetie?"

   Molly leaned towards her Daddy and pecked him on the cheek.

   "That's not a kiss.  Give him a proper one sweetie, on the lips with
your mouth open.  Remember last night."

   Jameson's cock rose.  The ejaculation of just a short while ago took
nothing away from his arousal now.  As Molly lifted herself up on her
elbow, his arm came around her shoulders and her took her in his arms,
giving a few quick pecks then an open mouthed full lovers kiss, tongue and
all.

   "Oh, you give beautiful kisses, darling," he whispered as he pulled her
cheek to his chest.

   At the same time, Rhona slipped her hand under the girl's nightdress and
gently stroked the one globe that was lifted off the bed.

   "Why don't you slip your nightie off, baby," she whispered in the girl's
ear, nuzzling her neck with her face.

   Molly looked across and saw her mother nod slightly, smiling with
understanding.

   "Remember how wonderful Daddy made you feel last night, baby?"

   "Yes," she agreed in the shyest voice.

   "You could ask him to make you feel nice again."

   Molly had lain back in the bed, her face moving from parent to parent.
What was she to do?  It was all so embarrassing, humiliating.  But she did
remember last night, how could she not?  It was the most wonderful feeling
she had ever experienced in her life.

   "Would you please, Daddy?"

   "Would I what, my dear," he smiled back, his eyes showing nothing of
understanding her request.

   "You know.  Make me feel nice like last night."

   "How did I do that?"

   "When you touched me, remember," she was almost pleading.

   "Where did I touch you, darling?  Show me."

   He leaned up on an elbow and looked into her eyes.  "Show me what you
mean, Molly.  If I can I certainly will but I'm not exactly sure what you
mean."

   "Remember when you rubbed your hand on my... down here," she explained,
poking her hand on the covers directly over her groin.

   "I think you'd better show me what you mean."

   She looked at him blankly, surprised that he couldn't remember the
things he had done only last night.  Things that she knew she would never
forget.

   "Don't you remember?  You tickled my vag... my pussy.  With your
fingers."

   "I think you'd better show me again.  Take my hand and show me exactly
what I did."

   "Will I take my nightie right off first?"

   "If you'd like to do that, of course."

   Red-faced, she sat up and lifted the garment over her head and remained
sitting as his eyes moved over her small breasts.

   "Mother, our girl has grown boobies," he said in astonishment.

   That made Molly giggle.  "Oh, Daddy, you are silly.  You saw them last
night."

   "Last night?  Did I?  Oh, the shock must have been so great I just lost
my memory," he said then raised his hand and gave her nearest tittie a
wiggle.

   Molly giggled with him and closed her shoulders in happiness.

   "I really do remember, Molly darling.  How could I forget you showing me
how beautiful you have grown.  You're a young woman now.  Do you want me to
make you happy again?"

   "Yes please, Daddy," she answered coyly.

   "How did I do it again?  Show me."

   "Oh, Daddy, you remember," she groaned irritably but took his hand and
laid it over her pussy, spreading her legs as wide as she could between the
two parents.

   "It seems a little wet down here," her father said.  "You haven't wet
yourself, have you, young lady?"

   "No silly, it's just what happens.  You know that."

   "Lay back and close your eyes, sweetheart."

   He started with a short exploration of both breasts, stroking over the
two small mounds, tweaking her nipples then sliding his hand downwards and
messing the few hairs she had grown between her legs.  "Oh, are these
whiskers?  Maybe you need to shave more often, pet."

   She smiled but made no reply, her eyes remaining closed as she took in
the subtle sensations he was already producing.

   "Here comes the evil finger," he whispered into her ear as his finger
stroked up and down along her slit.  It brought a few little moans and a
shiver or two.

   "Is that enough?  Or do you want more?"

   "More," she whispered back.

   While her father continued to molest, Rhona began stroking the
youngster's juvenile boobies, bringing sensations to both ends of her
torso.

   "Just close you eyes and feel your body, darling," Rhona whispered.  "If
you think you might be close to the fireworks," she continued and saw the
young girl smile at the description, "You must tell us.  We don't want to
bring you off too soon.  OK?"

   "OK," came the whispered reply along with several little grunts and some
twitches.

   Her Daddy's movements were slow and light, his finger just rubbing along
her slit, not trying to intrude further.  The two adults had a cunning
plan.

   When Rhona felt her daughter's movements begin to increase and her body
start to tense up, she first slowed her touching too then stopped
altogether.

   Molly looked to the side to see why she had stopped.  "More, please
Mummy," she asked in a whimper.

   "No, we're going to show you something else right now, baby."

   "Oh, please don't stop," Molly pleaded.

   "We're not, baby," Rhona said, lifted herself up and crawled to the foot
of the bed, right between the youngster widely spread legs.  "Lift your
legs up over my shoulders, babe.  I think you'll like this.

   The two females watched each other as Rhona with a smile and a wink to
her girl, slowly lowered her face and kissed the young girl's pussy lips.

   "Nice?"

   "Yes," came the whispered response.

   Rhona licked then ran the tip of her tongue along the partly spread
lips. Molly's body jerked and gave a shudder.  Her father slipped a hand
under the child's shoulders and raised himself up on his elbow as he began
stroking the small breasts.  Molly felt her urges growing by the moment.

   "Ugh," she gasped and pushed her crotch against her mother's lips.

   "Really nice?" Rhona asked a second time, taking a peek into her
daughter's face but found her eyes closed tightly and her breathing
increasing.

   She pressed her lips back and pressed her tongue deeper, flicking the
little nub of all pleasures.  She had to hold the youngster's hips as she
began to jerk up and down.  Her climax was nearing it's overflow.

   For the first time, Molly cried aloud as her pleasures filled her being.
She jerked and pushed as Rhona used all the force she could to annoy the
hard lump that was carrying the youngster to heaven.  She never let up
until finally Molly's body fell back into the bed, her moans weakening as
the afterglow relaxed her with feelings she had never known before.  Far
more intense than the previous night.

   Rhona kept her mouth clasped over the girl's vulva for several minutes
until she thought Molly may have even drifted off to sleep.  Then she
slowly eased the girl's heels from her back and knelt up.  The youngster
lay still as if in sleep her breathing even and soft.  Then she opened her
eyes and looked up at her mother.

   The two women said nothing, just looked at each other as though they
could read the other's mind.

   "Now you know how we girls can please each other, huh?"

   "Mmm," Molly responded then gave a little smile.  "It was beautiful."

   Both then lay down on their sides, lightly touching their daughter not
in a sexual sense, rather to say they understood how good the youngster had
felt.  For more than an hour nothing was spoken, as each pondered what had
happened.

   Finally Molly kissed first her mother then her Daddy, lightly on the
cheek.  "Thank you, that felt... beautiful," she said softly.

   A few minutes later, Rhona sat up.  "There's something very important
still to be done tonight," she told Molly while looking into Jamie's eyes.

   "There is?  What, Mummy?"

   "Remember what I told you last night?  When someone is pleasured, it has
to be returned."

   Molly thought for a moment then asked, "Do you want me to do that to
you, Mummy?" A doubtful look crossed her face.

   "Not to me, sweetie but I'm sure your Daddy is a little desperate for
some loving."

   "Daddy?" she looked at her father then back to Rhona.  " You mean...
will he make me have sex with...?"

   "No, silly girl but there are things young girls can do to make their
partners very happy indeed without you having to lose your virginity."

   "There is?" She asked quite astonished.

   "Yep.  Between you and me, we're going to give your Daddy a real live
hand job.  You've heard that term at school, I'm sure."

   There was dead silence.  A look of doubt, of non-comprehension, almost a
whitening of the face.

   "Will it hurt?" She asked innocently.  Both parents broke up, Rhona
cuddling the girl in her arms and whispering assurances between the
giggling that just would not go away.

   "No it won't hurt, baby.  In fact, from the look on Daddy's face I'd say
he is looking forward to what's coming with great pleasure." Then she
leaned down and whispered in her ear.  "Besides, you'll get to see his cock
shooting it's sperm, neat huh?"

   After a moment to consider, a smile arose and she nodded her
understanding.  She looked across to her father and gave a shy smirk.

   Chapter Twenty

   The covers had been stripped from the bed and Daddy laid out on his
back, watching the two females who knelt either side of him.

   "The first thing you'll need to do, baby, is remove his PJ's," Rhona
explained.

   "Who, me?" Molly squeaked.

   "It'll be fairly hard to do what we need to do if he stays covered up."
Then she sniggered and added, "Actually, you can see Daddy's pretty ready
to start anyway," Rhona suggested, glancing down at the tent in his groin
then back again to Molly's face.  She had to do this a couple of times
before Molly caught on.

   "Oh," she gasped when she realised what he mother meant.  "It's so...
so..."

   "Big?"

   "Y... Yes, I guess," she murmured as her eyes were locked on the
erection covered only by the thin pyjama pants.  "But it couldn't be that
big," the youngster stated, her eyes wide and little frightened frightened.

   "Well baby, Daddy's not one to brag.  It isn't all that big.  I've seen
bigger," she explained.

   "What?" The man in question piped up.  "Just when was that?"

   "Oh, don't be so childish, hon.  On the internet of course.  Those big
black guys..."

   "Alright," he conceded.  "As long as it was only there."

   "Want to start making your Daddy naked, baby?"

   Both child and father gasped, the child in fright, the father in
anticipation.

   "Undo the top and take it off first, baby.  I'm sure Daddy will help."
Jamie began to undo the buttons but Rhona smacked his hands away.  "Don't
be impatient, Daddy.  She can do that bit.  All you need to do is sit up
when she's ready to take it off."

   Molly shyly reached over and began to open the first button.  "Is it
alright for me to do this, Daddy?"

   "Sure, Sweetie.  Away you go." It wasn't long before her father half sat
and helped her to pull it from his shoulders.

   "Now the piece de resistance," Rhona suggested.

   "What do I do?"

   "Pull the cord and see."

   Molly squealed as his erection rose to it's full height and poked it's
head through the opening.  She sat back on her heels and looked pitifully
across to her mother who was doing everything she could to stop the
laughter from passing her lips.

   "Now come... Come down here, baby, and pull his jammies off."

   Molly couldn't take her eyes off the monstrous protuberance.  She of
course knew men had these things but not in a million years could she have
believed it would be so large and worse still, dribbling pee from its tip.
She didn't even hear her mother's instructions.

   "Molly?  Molly," her mother called again.

   "Huh?  Oh, I didn't hear you," the youngster tried to explain.

   "I guess that's because... the sight of your Daddy's cock excited you
so."

   "Ah, but it's so big... And it's wet.  Did he pee?"

   "Oh, the innocence of the young.  Of course he didn't pee, baby, that's
just lubrication.  It helps his cock slip inside your pussy more easily."

   Suddenly the child's mind came back to earth.  "Is Daddy going to... To
use it on me?" The shock on her face was so evident.

   "Not tonight baby.  Maybe not for a long while," she assured the girl
but wasn't all that sure herself.  What with Jamie's apparent appetite for
young girls and the Master's definite need that way, Molly's virginity may
only be days away, or even hours, from being dissolved into history.

   Molly's eyes had never left the bulge in his pyjamas and the purple head
that was glistening with his dribblings.

   "Time to peel his jammies off, sweetie.  Lift the flaps on his pyjama
pants off his cock and you'll have a proper cock to look at for the first
time."

   Molly couldn't take her eyes from the tent but she couldn't bring
herself to do what he mother suggested.

   "Molly?  Are to just going to stare or just hope it will all go away.  I
can promise his erection won't vanish so easily." She pulled her daughter
closer and lifted the girl's hand nearer to the target.

   "Oh, I'm frightened," the youngster whined.

   "For god's sake," her father moaned and reached down and released his
hard-on himself.  His cock rose upwards almost perpendicular to his groin.

   Molly shrieked, not so much at the release but the size of the equipment
that was now on full display.

   "It won't bite, baby, but it would appreciate some loving," her mother
suggested as she reached over and clasped her hand around the cock, sliding
it up and down slowly, several times.  Jameson moaned at the pleasure.

   "Touch it, sweetie.  It's a friendly little pet really.  Come on, take
it in your hand and feel."

   Mollie looked up at her mother, then across to her Daddy.  His eyes were
closed, desperately wanting the youngster to begin her task.

   She reached out with one finger and found the penis moved easily.  Then
with another look up at her mother, she wrapped her hand around the beast.
Well she sort of did for her fingers of just one small hand couldn't reach
right around, the girth too large.  That's when she discovered how warm it
felt.

   "Run your hand along the shaft baby.  That's what makes Daddy happy. 
Yes, good girl.  You know you are masturbating your very own Daddy and I'm
sure he loves it very much.  Don't you, Daddy?"

   "Uh, it's fantastic, sweetheart," the man groaned but he was
concentrating so deeply to stop himself from shooting that he couldn't say
more.

   "Baby, I know this is your first time and you probably want to keep on
doing this but I think Daddy really needs you to finish him off.  I think
you're about to see his cock erupt for the first time," Rhona whispered in
her ear as she stepped behind the young girl.  "When you feel him start to
shudder make sure you don't let go because that's when his sperm will shoot
out.  Don't let it frighten you but you just need to keep moving your hand
up and down.  That makes his pleasure last longer.  OK?"

   Molly's eyes were fixed on the monstrous log she was holding.  It was a
strange feeling and for a moment when everything seemed to stand still, she
wondered if her school friends had ever done this to their fathers.  But
then she felt her Daddy's body stiffen and he made a deep gasping noise.

   She felt his cock throb and then instantly a surge flowed beneath her
fingers and whiteness spurted into the air.  She jumped but with her
mother's help she didn't let him go and watched incredulously as several
more spurts erupted, each one shooting lower than the one before. 
Eventually the last couple were no more than dribbles that ran down the
shaft and over her hand.

   Molly heard her mother's voice in her ear, " Don't let him go, baby.  It
won't hurt you.  Keep pumping him, it still makes him feel nice.

   She felt her Daddy finally relax, his breathing still fast but no more
spurts came.  This gave her a moment to look at the goo that had flowed
over her fingers and down into his hairs.

   "Good girl, you've done it beautifully.  When as he opens his eyes, I
want you to let him watch you lick his sperm off your fingers," she
whispered into her girl's ear.

   Molly looked at her mother aghast at the thought but Rhona nodded her
instructions more forcefully.  "It won't taste nasty, I promise you,
darling but it will make Daddy so proud of you.  It's very courteous of a
girl to taste her lover's sperm.  It's one of those special things a girl
can do."

   Molly wanted to scream, "Oh, yuck," but she forced herself to try and
make sense of it all.  So much had happened in the last few minutes that
her mind was quite muddled up.

   Slowly, she leaned over and licked at the wetness on her fingers with
the very tip of her tongue.  No, it didn't taste awful, in fact there
wasn't much taste at all and certainly not the way pee smelt when she peed
into the toilet.

   "Lick it all off, baby," her mother urged, as she pushed the girl's head
lightly back to the hand that still clasped the cock.

   Molly took a longer lick which helped her decide it wasn't all that bad,
despite the grossness of it all.  She licked several times until her
knuckles were clean.

   "Good girl, baby," Rhona encouraged, her face close to Molly's.  "Now to
finish your task, you need to clean his cock of all his sperm.  Go on,
baby, use your mouth to clean Daddy's cock all up."

   Molly glanced around towards her mother but now feeling less inhibited,
licked the whole surface, removing the final remnants of the ejaculation.

   Rhona smiled to herself, quite sure Jameson would meet with the Master
without any more fuss.

   Chapter Twenty

   Jameson rode the elevator towards the address Rhona had given him.

   It all sounded so mysterious.  She refused to tell him anything about
the people he was to meet.  All she would say was that her friend,
obviously Gina, had met this family and had become close friends and
thought he and Rhona would enjoy sharing time with them.

   He was smartly dressed in casual clothes but felt somewhat at a
disadvantage.  What was he supposed to say?  He had no idea what their
interests were or even why they should want to meet him anyway. 
Friendships were usually made over a glass of wine at a restaurant or the
like.  A couple of friendly drink to help each other to work out whether
they would like to become friends.

   And he was intrigued as to why Rhona was so adamant about him not only
attending the meeting which she apparently had arranged but also that he
should be coming alone.  She wouldn't give any genuine reason for not
accompanying him.  Surely if friendships were to be formed both partners
would be meeting together.

   It was a pretty lavish apartment block in the upmarket part of town,
certainly out of his range.

   He glanced at his watch and found he was five minutes early.  Was that
going to be a problem?  After all, Rhona stressed firmly the need to be
exactly on time.  So as he stepped from the lift he decided to wait in the
foyer for the few minutes.  He was on the verge of chickening out when a
door nearby opened and a man gave a little cough to get his attention.

   "Mr.  Briggs is it, sir?"

   "Uhm, yes that's right.  I'm a little early, I'm afraid," he explained
self consciously.

   "Please step this way, sir.  The Master will see you now?"

   Master?  Oh, God, this is his butler, Jameson realised.

   "Mr.  Briggs," the butler announced as soon as Jameson entered.

   "Jameson, welcome to my home," Jeremy Saunders said holding out his hand
with a welcoming smile.  "Please, come in and take a seat," he added
offering Jameson an armchair opposite.

   As Jamie shook hands he thanked Saunders and added almost shyly, "I'm
sorry, but I don't know your name."

   "Oh, how silly of me, I'm sorry, it's Jeremy Saunders.  Your wife didn't
tell you?"

   "No, it's all a bit of a mystery actually.  All she said was that she
thought we might have something in common.  I'm not sure what that might
be," Jamie explained as he sat down.

   "I think we do... Oh, may I call you Jamie?  That's how your wife called
you when we met."

   "Yes, that's fine.  Uhm, can you enlighten me a little.  I really don't
understand.  Are you offering us a business deal or something?"

   Saunders smiled then gave a little laugh.  "No, nothing to do with
business, rather more to do with lifestyle you could say.  Oh, would you
like something to drink?  A wine, whiskey?"

   "Thanks.  Scotch would be nice."

   Before Jamie could ask what he meant Saunders rose and spoke to someone
in the next room, ordering two scotches.  Jamie expected to see the butler
bring them in but he was surprised to see a young girl carry a silver tray
with the two drinks and offer them first Jamie then Saunders.

   "Good girl," Saunders said, patting the youngster on the bottom.  The
girl remained by his side, smiling across at Jamie and not flinching when
he noticed Saunders run his hand up the girl's skirt... all the way up
until he was obviously cupping the child's bottom.

   "Why, you young scamp, you aren't wearing panties.  Oh, this is my
daughter, Samantha.  She has a twin brother Wesley and they are both
fourteen, going on fifteen.  Say hello to Mr.  Briggs, Sam."

   "Hello, Mr.  Briggs, I'm pleased to meet you," she smiled across to him.
Jamie smiled back then realised she did not pull away from her father's
wandering hands.

   "Hello Samantha.  Nice to meet you too."

   "Why aren't you wearing anything underneath here, you naughty girl?"

   Without any show of embarrassment she responded.  "Mummy said you might
want me to... Oh, I should go, Daddy." Then she scurried from the room.

   Saunders remained silent for a moment.

   "That, my dear Briggs, is what we may have in common," he explained,
still smiling.

   "I... I don't understand.  I haven't met you or your daughter before as
far as I can recall."

   "No but we both have daughters who are, shall we say, compliant."

   Jameson stared at Saunders, his mouth open in shock.  How did he know?
He thought.  How could he know?

   "Wha...?  I don't understand..."

   "I know all about Molly, Briggs.  Don't look so shocked, Rhona told me
everything.  And don't look so concerned.  Your secret is my secret."

   "Are you trying to blackmail me, Saunders?  If you are I'll..."

   "I thought I explained, man.  You have Molly, I have Samantha.  We have
the same interests."

   "You mean you're fucking... your daughter?"

   "No and neither are you, are you?"

   "No but..."

   "Look, Jamie, just calm yourself down for a moment.  I'm not here to
cause you trouble.  But I do know that both you and I enjoy the pleasure of
young girls.  You do enjoy the things Molly does with you, don't you?"

   Jamie was silent for several moments then he looked up at the man
sitting across from him.  "What I don't understand and it's what concerns
me most is how you came to know my wife and the things we do with our
daughter.  Are you an undercover agent or something?"

   "No, in fact I'm just a lawyer and I have no connections with any agency
whatsoever.  I was introduced to your wife by a close personal friend."

   He could see Jamie's brain ticking over as to who that might be.  "Gina.
Gina Jensen.  You know of her of course."

   "Gina Jensen?  Oh, yes she is a friend of my wife.  But... How did she
know about Molly?"

   "Ah, that may be a longer story.  The fact is, Jamie, there are four
families who have formed a close knit community, very private, secretive in
fact, who all have similar interests."

   "You mean...?"

   "Each family provides personal pleasures to all in the group."

   "You mean...?  You...?  Oh, my God, is it true?"

   "We meet regularly and we share in the pleasure only young ones can
bring to us.  We men and boys for that matter, share the company of all the
females.  The ladies and girls share themselves to both the males and the
females.  It is most enjoyable as you might expect."

   "Do you mean the young girls...?  They allow you to...?"

   "The young girls give themselves freely for the enjoyment of all the
men. Is that what you want to hear?"

   "Is that what happens?"

   "Yes."

   "Your daughter pleases the men from the other families?"

   "As well as the other women and the boys, yes." Saunders was now smiling
as he saw the light dawning in Jamie's eyes.

   "And your wife?"

   "Ditto."

   "Are you asking me, well me and Rhona to join your group?"

   "Along with Molly and Brendan, yes.  It would make a nice compact group.
I don't plan to ask any others to join with us.  It would be just five
happy families."

   Silence reigned for another long pause.

   "How many are there altogether?"

   "If you choose to say yes, it would consist of five men, five women, all
quite attractive and sexually responsive, I might add.  Then there would be
nine girls aged from twelve to sixteen and two boys aged fourteen and
thirteen.  We've made a few simple rules to which all members of The
Covenant must abide.  I have a list here if you wish to read them."

   "Rules?  Yes I should take a look at those I guess," Jamie stated and
was handed a single page of type.



   Rules of The Covenant to be obeyed by all members:

   1. That no-one divulges anything whatsoever to anyone who is not in the
group.  That means no bragging to friends or hinting at the illicitness of
the group.  2. That no homosexuality takes place between males.  3. All
females must carry out any demand from a male, regardless of how she feels
about the demand.  4. The use of anything relating to scat-like acts are
banned.  5. Corporal punishments can be metered out by adult males on
females and boys.  The only stipulations are: * Punishments must stop
before skin is broken.  * No permanent damage is metered out.  * Face and
head must never be struck.  6. Only The Master is permitted to penetrate
virgin females.  7. Any disputes will be adjudicated by The Master whose
decision is binding on all.  8. The Master can add further rules whenever
he wishes.

   Jamie read them through then re-read them.

   "So your group is called The Covenant, I take it?"

   "That's what it says, Jamie."

   "And I'm assuming you are The Master?  You make all the rules?  Have you
added any more than these?"

   "Yes, yes and no."

   Jamie smiled.  "Reading this, I take it the removal of my daughter's
virginity will be entirely your privilege?"

   "That's what the rules say, Jamie.  Do you have any problem with that? I
take it Molly is still a virgin?"

   "Maybe and yes," he responded looking into Saunder's face.

   "My own daughter and my son for that matter, are still virgins, Jamie. I
wouldn't abuse Molly's purity the first night you attend but should your
family join us, you will be in time to witness Sam's consummation.  We're
planning that shortly."

   "I was planning on being the one who took Molly's maidenhead and quite
soon too," Jamie sighed.  "But you are claiming that privilege away from
me."

   "But you would have permission to claim the taking of her other
maidenhead, Jamie."

   He looked at Saunders, not understanding.

   "I'm hoping she still has two untouched treasures, Jamie." When Jamie
showed no understanding, Saunders clarified by adding, "Her vaginal and
anal passages!  You haven't been turning her over have you?"

   "Oh, that, no.  She's still an anal virgin too.  Maybe that's some
consolation," he admitted as though in thought.

   "Then I take it you are agreeable to joining The Covenant.  You and your
family?"

   "I think I should talk to my wife before I can answer that.  Of course
we still have to convince Molly & Brendan."

   "Ah, my wife will see to that for you.  She's a very convincing lady. 
I'm sure Molly and Brendan will be won over in quick time."

   "Brendan maybe but Molly?  That might not be as easy."

   "You may be quite surprised how easy it will be.  All of the other girls
jumped at the chance of becoming `grown up' as they put it.  By the way,
have you ever dreamed of having nine fresh youngsters to chose from
whenever you wish?  Imagine that, Briggs.  It's a perk of membership.  Of
course the wives are also available at your command.  I wonder if you've
ever spanked another man's wife?"

   Jamie closed his eyes for a moment and Saunders never missed the smile
of anticipation that formed on his face.

   "So I take it you and Rhona have accepted?"

   "Yes."

   "Good then I'm pleased to welcome you to The Covenant.  To seal the
bargain I have a small surprise for you." With that he called, "Sam, come
in here please."

   The young fourteen-year-old returned to the room, a smile on her face.

   "Yes, Daddy?"

   "Mr.  Briggs and his family will be joining The Covenant very soon."

   "Oh that's nice.  I like you, Mr.  Briggs.  You look... virile," she
giggled.

   "Have you put any underwear on yet?" He slipped his hand under her
skirt.

   "No, I'm still bare down there daddy."

   "Why don't you raise your skirt and prove to your newest Daddy that you
aren't fibbing."

   With a shy glance over to Jamie and another giggle, she slowly lifted
the front of her skirt to reveal she indeed didn't have any panties on at
all.  Jamie stared at a bare, juvenile, hairless, virginal pussy that
simply took his breath away.  His cock grew to full strength in an instant.
The thought never occurred to him that she must shave herself down there
because at her age she should have had quite a forest of fluff.

   "I think Mr.  Briggs deserves to see your beautiful titties too, my
dear. You go and show him what a beautiful young body you have, darling. 
Make him happy that he has decided to join us."

   "Oh, goody," the youngster shrilled as she skipped across to Jamie.

   "I'll leave you two alone now.  Briggs, no penetration, understand?"

   Jamie looked towards the voice but could only nod as Samantha stood in
front of him and began to open her blouse.

   "Daddy says I have the most beautiful boobies, Mr.  Briggs.  What do you
think?" She asked as she opened the blouse to display a perfectly formed
pair of teenage breasts.

   She sat in Jamie's lap.

   "Oops you have a growth down there, Mr.  Briggs," as she felt his
erection poking into her buttock.  Then she took his hand and cupped it
over one of her breasts.  "Do you like them?" She asked softly.

   "Y... Yes, they are beautiful," he managed to splutter.

   "You can rub my pussy if you like," she encouraged by spreading her legs
apart.  "But you mustn't poke inside, remember."

   "Y...Yes," he agreed as if in a dream.

   "Would you like me to take all my clothes off.  I'd like to feel you
touching me all over." Without waiting for an answer she stood directly
before him, unclipping her skirt and pulling the blouse from her shoulders.
Then she stood before him, hands on hips, her knees touching his, as she
rotated her hips in a slow sensual dance.

   "If you help me to cum, I'll show you how good I am at sucking men's
cocks, Mr.  Briggs," she said in a slow deep whisper.

   One hand reached for her partly spread pussy, his other cupped an
inviting breast.

   Chapter Twenty One

   Jamie couldn't remember his journey home.  His mind was completely
filled with the image of juvenile breasts and soft pussies.

   Rhona met him at the door.

   "Well, were you surprised?  Did you agree?  I hope you didn't upset him,
Jamie." She became concerned at the lack of response.

   "Jamie are you alright?  Jamie?"

   "She was only fourteen.  Fourteen," he repeated.  "But she was a witch."

   "A witch?  What are you talking about?  Jamie," she called, giving his
arm a jolt.

   "God almighty, Rhona.  I think I just visited heaven.  She was just
fourteen but she was beautiful, magnificent.  Those breasts..."

   Rhona pulled him onto the settee and sat down beside him.  "I think
you'd better tell me everything.  Are you alright.  They didn't drug you
did they?"

   "She sucked my cock off three times, Rhona.  One after the other.  I
couldn't believe it."

   "Who did?"

   "His daughter, um, Sam... Samantha.  Oh, my God it was beautiful."

   "Oh, his daughter.  I haven't met her but I did meet his son, Wesley."

   Jamie was coming out of his stupor.  "Wesley?  Did you meet Wesley?  Did
he fuck you?"

   "No he didn't fuck me but he does give incredible head," she smiled
remembering the night.

   "Is that what happened when you visited him the other day?"

   "Yes, I didn't want to tell you until you heard for yourself.  What did
The Master say?  Did he ask you to join them?"

   "Yes."

   "Well?"

   "What?"

   "What did you say?  Oh, for God's sake, Jamie, wake up and talk sense.
Just tell me what happened?"

   "He... He told me about The Covenant.  Did you know they have lots of
girls?  Young girls and they fuck them, Rhona.  Did you know?"

   "I knew some of it, not all though.  Did he really ask you to join their
group?"

   "Yes," he stated, his eyes focused somewhere on the floor.

   "And?  What did you say?  Tell me, Jamie for God's sake."

   "I... I told him yes but that I'd have to talk with you first.  Oh, my
God, Rhone his daughter... She stripped her clothes off and sat on my knee
and then..."

   "For goodness sake, Jamie, get a hold of yourself.  Wake up," she said
shaking his shoulder.

   "I frigged her all the way, Rhona.  She climaxed on my knees then...
Then she knelt between my legs and wouldn't let my cock go until she sucked
me off three times.  I couldn't believe it, I just kept cumming and
cumming. It was incredible."

   "Better than me?"

   "I... Don't get mad baby, but yes she was very good.  Molly is one
thing, this little creature was incredible."

   Rhona sat on the edge of the settee looking up at her husband who seemed
totally out of it.  Finally he turned his head and looked straight into her
eyes.

   "I told Jeremy Saunders we, you and I, would like to join but I'd need
to have your consent first, especially about Molly and Brendan.  You know
they will have to have sex with all the rest of them, Molly with the women
and the men and the boys.  Do you think she would do that, Rhona?"

   "Before you arrived home I got a call from his wife.  I haven't met her
but she wants Molly and Brendan to come over to her place tomorrow evening.
Just them on their own."

   "What for?"

   "I think she has ways to make the siblings agree to participate.  I'm
not sure how but I think we should make them go.  What do you think?"

   "He said, Saunders, that is, that his wife is a very convincing lady.  I
guess she has a way with kids."

   "Maybe I should ring Gina."

   Jamie thought for a moment then agreed.

   Both of them had their ear to the receiver as she dialled.

   "Hi, Hon, it's me."

   "How was it, Sweetie," Gina gushed.  "Did he do nice things to you?"

   "Uhm, well Wesley did, yes.  Jamie just got back from talking with Mr.
Saunders."

   "You must get used to calling him Master.  Once you're in that's what he
becomes.  Have you been asked to join?"

   "Yes but we wanted to ask you something first.  His wife, I think her
name's Sally..."

   "No you must refer to her as Mistress.  She holds absolute sway over all
the girls in the group.  Anyway, what about her?"

   "She wants Molly and Brendan to go to her place tomorrow night.  I think
she'd going to get them agree to joining somehow.  Is that what happened to
your kids?"

   There was a short silence then, "Yes sort of.  You know Rick and I were
using them well before we joined the group..."

   "I know what it's called, babe."

   "OK, well, we'd already convinced the kids that sex with us was good and
fun so they sort of became quite excited when they heard about the
Covenant. But they were still summonsed to The Master's home.  Yes she, The
Mistress and her daughter, met with our kids and they played around quite a
bit on the night.  I can't go into details but I think there was quite a
bit of show and tell if you get my drift.  The kids got home so
enthusiastic that there was no problem in getting them indoctrinated into
the Covenant."

   "You see, Molly has only just begun with us, you know, so she's still
quite shy about sex stuff even though she enjoys it.  But Brendan has no
idea it's going on.  I think he'd freak out."

   "He's a boy, babe.  He probably jerks off dreaming about Molly's tits
every night, yours too for that matter.  When the Mistress starts on him
he'll cave in instantly.  Molly might take a bit of convincing though."

   "What should I do?"

   "Just make sure that when you send them, they have to know that they
must do everything the Mistress tells them, without exception.  They must
obey whatever she wants them to do.  Something like that anyway."

   "They'll want to know why, Hon.  What can I say to make sure they do
obey her?"

   "Really I don't think it will be a problem.  The Mistress is very good
at convincing anyone to do what she wants.  I guess the alternative is to
give each of them a real mean hiding before they leave and let them know
there'll be another when they get home if they don't get a good report."

   "We couldn't do that..." Jamie whined into the mouthpiece.

   "Hi Jamie babe.  Can't wait for your visit here," Gina sang with a
giggle.

   "Oh, shit," he groaned, handing the phone back to Rhona.

   "Ha, ha, nice one, Sweetcakes," Rhona laughed.  "You should see his
face, it's crimson."

   "I hope his cock is that colour when he pokes me, babe.  Good luck with
the kids."

   Rhona looked into her husband's eyes.  "I think you'll like fucking her,
Baby.  She's got beautiful boobs, I know `cos I've seen them." He looked
stunned.  "Don't worry, I won't be jealous.  While you're squeezing her
boobs, Rick will be sucking mine.  It makes us even, doesn't it?"

   It took Rhona until the following afternoon to work out how to convince
the kids.

   Chapter Twenty Two

   Despite Brendan being older, Molly seemed to be in charge as they
stepped from the lift.

   "I don't like this, Mol.  Why are we here?" he whinged once again.

   "Stop being a sissy, Brendan.  You know what Mum said.  They have
business with these people and it won't go ahead unless they meet our whole
family.  All we have to do is show that we are happy to agree with what
they want.  I guess they'll explain it all once we meet them.  It's only
the man's wife anyway."

   "It sounds kinds strange though, don't you think?"

   "All business is strange to us kids, just let's get it over with then we
can go home."

   "It's a bit weird the way Mum said we had to agree with anything she
asked us to do.  I mean she really meant that, didn't she?"

   "Business is like that.  Never argue with business partners, so we
agree. What's so wrong with that.  Look if we don't ring the bell we'll be
late.  Come on."

   Brendan followed, frowning.

   They waited just a few seconds before the door opened.

   "Oh, hello, you must be Molly and Brendan.  Come in," a young girl
smiled.

   Brendan's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

   "Hello, Brendan.  My name's Samantha but you can call me Sam.  My you do
look nice, she said smiling into his face..  "Mummy's waiting inside, come
on."

   "Mummy, this is Brendan and Molly.  Don't they look lovely?"

   "Hello, I'm very pleased to finally meet you, I'm Sam's Mum but you can
call me Sally.  No need for the Mrs bit.  How are you both?"

   "Fine thank you Mrs... oh, Sally," Molly answered, smiling
selfconsciously.

   "And you, Brendan, you look a little uneasy.  Is everything alright?"

   "Uh, oh yes I suppose so."

   "Darling, why don't you bring some drinks in for our guests," she asked
Sam.

   "I suppose you are wondering why you were asked to come this evening."

   "Mum just said that you wanted to meet us before you made some sort of
agreement with them," Molly responded.

   "Well I guess that's close to the reason.  You see if we are going ahead
with what we've discussed with your parents, we have to be quite sure that
no-one would ever breathe a word of our venture together to anyone else. 
It's vitally important that you understand that, both of you."

   "You mean we can only talk about it with our parents?" Brendan asked,
finding a little courage.

   "Exactly, Brendan dear, only the partners are to know of our agreement,
no one else.  Never, do you understand that?"

   Both children nodded their agreement.

   Then Sam returned with a tray of glasses and a bottle.  "I've opened
some champagne, is that alright, Mummy?"

   "You naughty girl, Sam.  You know I told you to bring fruit juice. 
You've earned yourself a good hard spanking, young lady.  Put those glasses
down and come here immediately."

   The children watched in awe as Sam tried to plead with her mother but
eventually gave in and stood before the woman who was looking decidedly
severe now.

   "Panties off, young lady."

   "Wha...?" Brendan gasped but Molly gave him a nudge with her elbow.

   "Over my knee, come on and lift that skirt right up."

   Molly and Brendan sat speechless as Sam's bare bottom faced them, her
legs partly spread, certainly enough for Brendan to get a peek all the way
to... He had no control over the erection he knew he was now sporting.

   Sally began laying on her hand sharing the spanks between each bottom
cheek and soon each glowed bright crimson.  Molly began pleading for the
spanking to stop after the first few but there was no let-up until at least
ten hard spanks were laid on each cheek.

   She then stood the weeping girl up.  "When I tell you what I want, I
expect you to obey, is that understood?  Well?"

   "Yes, Mummy, I'm sorry.  I'll try to be good, I promise."

   "Alright, bring me the creme and I'll rub some on."

   Within a few seconds, Sam returned, handing a jar to her mother.  The
visitors watched as Sally scooped a liberal amount onto her fingers, bent
the girl over, drew her skirt up over her hips so that the bright red
bottom was fully on show again.  This time her labia was clearly on show.
It took several minutes for the crème to be administered over the whole
surface and neither child could take their eyes from the scene.

   "No, leave them off, Sam," Sally demanded when Sam tried to retrieve her
panties.  "Just remember, disobedient girls deserve a good thrashing.  Now
apologise to our guests."

   "I... I'm very sorry, Molly.  I'm very sorry, Brendan," she stated in a
sobbing voice.

   "I'm sorry too, children that you had to witness such a display but I
expect obedience and Sam knows that.  Well, as the champagne is already
open we can't waste it.  Sam, serve the glasses.  I take it you children do
drink champagne."

   "Oh I haven't..." Brendan began but stopped when Molly nudged him again.


   "Yes we do, Sally, but we haven't had any for some time."

   Brendan looked strangely at his sister but remained silent.

   "Then here's cheers to a good evening together.  Drink up."

   Molly had tasted it that night.  The first night she presented herself
naked to her Daddy but she was quite sure Brendan had never tasted the
rather dry wine.  However he scoffed it down quickly.

   "Fill their glasses again, Sam."

   As she refilled Brendan's glass, she looked into Brendan's eyes and
winked with a smile then quickly sat beside her mother again.

   "Well, tell me about yourselves.  Brendan, do you have any girlfriends?"
Sally asked.  It was enough to make him choke just as he sipped his drink
and be had to cough before he could answer.

   "Sorry.  No, I don't have a girlfriend, uhm, Sally."

   "That's surprising.  Such a handsome boy, what are you fifteen?"

   "Yes, fifteen, that's right."

   "Oh, hormones kicking in.  It must be hard when you don't have a girl to
love and help to relieve your needs.  I know how boys feel at your age,
Brendan, I have a son as well and if he didn't have lots of girlfriends to
help him that way, well I don't know what he'd do."

   "He'd just jerk off, Mummy.  That's what boys do when they don't have
girlfriends."

   "Of course he would dear but it's much nicer when there's a girl to
please him."

   By now Brendan's face was scarlet red and he didn't know where to look
next.

   "Molly, I know you have one special boyfriend, don't you?"

   Molly wanted to fall through the floor and vanish from the face of the
earth.

   "What?  Molly?  She doesn't have a boyfriend, she's too shy," Brendan
laughed, happy that the attention had been moved away from him.

   "I know that's incorrect, Brendan.  She has a very special friend, don't
you, dear?"

   "I... How did...?  Uhm, I don't know what..."

   "See, I told you, she blushes at the least little thing," Brendan
laughed.

   "Tell me, Brendan, do you love your sister?"

   The boy's eyes shifted from one to the other.  "Uhm, she's my sister, of
course I don't love her."

   "You don't?  Why, that's terrible.  You must love her.  You're the
eldest, you should be watching over her, protecting her from, well who know
what."

   "Oh, yeah, I suppose so."

   "Have you ever told her that you love her?"

   "Nah, I couldn't."

   "You couldn't?  Here's a beautiful young girl, living under the same
roof as you and you couldn't tell your sister you love her?  I'll bet you
imagine her when you stroke yourself at night.  You think of her naked,
don't you?..."

   "Nooo," he gasped not believing he was being treated like this.

   "I know about young boys, young men really.  You do think about looking
at her titties and other things too, don't you?  Be honest, Brendan, I can
tell when someone's lying and I don't like that.  In fact it deserves a
good spanking, I think."

   "What, you can't," the youngster gasped in fright.

   "Your mother gave me absolute permission and I'm sure she explained that
you were expected to do everything I told you to, didn't she?"

   "Y... Yes, she did but..."

   "No buts, young man.  Just be honest.  Have you ever spied on Molly when
she was getting dressed or in the bathroom?"

   The room seemed to be one black hole in those seconds.  No-one made a
sound.  Every eye was on him.  His face was so flushed with embarrassment
that he didn't know what to say or what to do.

   "Brendan, we're all friends here, I just want you to be honest with
yourself and with us.  JUST TELL THE TRUTH for once in your life," Sally
spoke with a raised voice.

   "I... I tried... I mean to see her but I never have," he finally
admitted.

   "That's better.  Now let's get to the first part of my question, do you
think of Molly when you jerk off in your room at night?"

   The young boy's mind seem to close down.  All he could do was nod his
head.

   "Does that mean, `yes', Brendan?"

   "Yes, Mam," he finally spoke.

   "No," Molly cried with her own embarrassment.

   "Oh, Molly darling, don't cry.  You should feel proud your body is so
pretty that your brother thinks of you when he's sexually aroused." Sally
encouraged her.

   Molly felt light headed and wondered if it was because of the champagne
she had consumed.  In fact Brendan felt the same.  It was probably the
reason he gave in and told his little secrets.

   "Do you know what I want you both to do?" Sally said and they both
looked up at her.  "I want you both to stand up, take each other in your
arms, kiss, a proper kiss mind, and tell the other that you do love them."

   Molly tried to stand but had to push herself up and felt a little
unsteady on her feet.  Brendan remained sitting then struggled up himself.
They looked towards each other, Molly biting her lip, Brendan looking
aghast but he eventually held his arms out and stepped to Molly's side.

   "I do love you, Mol, really I do.  I'm sorry," He said with a quaver in
his voice.

   "I love you too, Brendan." She pushed her mouth forward and their lips
came together.  It was nowhere near a normal kiss but Sally didn't press
the point.

   "Now don't you two feel much better?"

   "Yes," Molly whispered, Brendan nodded his head.

   "Don't you feel proud that Brendan thinks of you sexually, when he needs
fulfilment?"

   "Um, it's a bit embarrassing."

   "Would you mind if he ever did see you undressed, Molly?" Sally pressed.

   Molly looked across to her brother.  "Oh, I'd be mortified."

   "Why would you feel that way?"

   "No-one's seen me... uhm naked."

   "Now I know that's not true.  I know it for a fact, isn't that so?"

   "Oh, God," she gasped and covered her face with her hands.

   "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Molly.  I'm sure you have a beautiful
body.  It would be terrible to hide something as beautiful as that from
others.  You know how much your boyfriend likes to explore your beauty. 
Why shouldn't the rest of your family enjoy your treasures as much as he."

   "But she doesn't do that, Sally," Brendan finally came to her rescue.

   "Molly, do you want to tell him the truth?" Sally asked.

   Her mind was distraught.  Obey the woman, she was told.  But to obey and
disclose the things she had been doing with her Daddy and her Mummy, oh
that was too terrible.

   "Please, Sally," she pleaded.

   "We are meeting together to understand each other, child.  How can we
know you if you are keeping secrets from us like this?  Now just open your
heart and tell the truth."

   "Yes, I do have a boyfriend," she admitted, her eyes pressed tightly
closed.

   "What?" Brendan cried in surprise.  You?  I don't believe it.  Why
haven't I seen him?  Who is it?"

   "We won't worry about who it is just now, Brendan.  What I want is for
Molly to be honest with us all.  Is there only one, Molly or do you help
someone else with their needs too?"

   "Yes," she sobbed, not daring to look at her brother.

   "Good girl.  Thank you for being honest at last.  There is nothing wrong
with having friends you can share personal time with, making them happy as
they pleasure you too.  You do enjoy those times, don't you, Molly?"

   Oh, God, please let me die, the youngster wept inwardly.  "Yes, it's
nice," she finally responded.

   "Love is always nice.  Sexual love is perfect as Molly has already
discovered.  Isn't that so, dear?"

   She could only nod her agreement.

   "Have...?  Have you been having sex, Mol?" Brendan asked in amazement.

   "Maybe we'll get back to that later, Brendan.  What I want you to tell
me is this.  If you've missed out spying on your naked sister, have you
ever seen a naked girl?  Well, young man?"

   Everyone's gaze descended on him.

   He knew he was blushing furiously because his face felt like it was in
fire.  A quick glance around the room let him know everyone was waiting.

   "No," he admitted feeling as foolish as he had ever felt.

   "But you did see Sam sort of naked, didn't you?"

   "Yes, just a little."

   "Didn't you see her pussy?  Maybe that was your first pussy?"

   "Mrs... I mean Sally I didn't really look.  I mean it was something that
I didn't think I should stare at."

   "Why on earth not?  You mean to tell me you didn't look even when it was
pointing straight at you?  Is that the truth, Brendan?"

   There was no way he could get this awkward woman from questioning him.
"Well I did see a little between her legs," he agreed then realised it all
sounded the greatest lie of them all.  "Yes I did see her pussy, Sally. 
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked."

   "I spanked her on purpose so you could see, Brendan.  I know it gave you
an erection because I saw it grow in your pants.  You did enjoy the little
show, didn't you?  I mean if you didn't enjoy that scene, maybe you're gay.
Are you a homosexual, Brendan?"

   "No," he cried in despair.  "I did like seeing her... like that.  I just
didn't think I could say I did.  And I'm not gay," he added with a little
scorn.

   "Ever seen a pair of boobies?"

   Oh, please leave me alone, he wished then shook his head.

   "Sam has beautiful breasts, don't you Sam?"

   "Daddy says they're the prettiest breasts he's ever seen," she chirped
up, pushing her chest outwards.

   "Would you like to see Sam's titties, Brendan?"

   His head jerked upwards, glancing from Sally to Sam then back again, his
eyes full of questions.

   "Y... Yes," he agreed, his head nodding as though it would never stop.

   "It's reciprocal, you realise."

   "What?"

   "If she shows you hers, you have to show her yours."

   He glanced down at his crotch then up again.  "You mean my...?"

   "What I meant was that if she shows you her titties, you have to show
her your chest, isn't that fair?"

   Brendan glanced across at Sam and saw a wide enthusiastic smile on her
face.

   "Oh, OK.  That's fair," which made Sam giggle then try to stifle it with
her hand.

   "So who wants to go first?" Sally asked.  "What about you, Brendan.  Why
don't you take your shirt off."

   "Alright," he agreed and stood as he displayed a reasonably tuned chest.

   "Oh, that's so sweet," Sam gushed as she went to stand by him and run
her hand over his chest, flicking his nipples with her finger tips.  "Want
to see mine now?"

   He was quite breathless and could only nod his yes several times.

   She stood directly in front of him, just inches away as she slowly undid
the several buttons on her blouse, then opened it and went, "Da-da."

   But Brendan's face showed utter disappointment for she was wearing a bra
beneath.  Sam giggled then turned her back to him and whispered, "Can you
undo it for me, darling."

   He had never undertaken this task before but shaking hands still
completed the task in record time.

   Sam turned back to face him again, holding the cups to her chest with
the ends and straps hanging down.  "Would you like to take it off,
darling?" Her smile showed nothing but absolute joy as she dared the young
boy.

   "Could I?" He gasped looking towards Sally.

   "I think it was Sam who offered," Sally reminded him, she was smiling
too.

   "Oh, God," he whispered as he took hold of each side and gently pulled
downwards.  She let go immediately then cupped her hands over the mounds
before he even got a glimpse.

   "Please," he whimpered.

   "Kiss me first."

   "Kiss you?"

   "You do know how to, don't you?"

   Nothing mattered in all the world as much as the sight of those two
hills covered by her hands.  He leaned across and kissed her on the lips,
his own lips still closed.  He had no idea how to kiss a girl properly but
as soon as their lips touched, she let go of her breasts and put her arms
around his neck and shoulders, pulling him tightly against her as she
kissed him wetly, her tongue fighting for entrance between his lips.

   The breath left his lungs as the most incredible feelings rushed to his
brain.  He tried to enfold her with his arms but she reached his hands
first and pressed both palms over her breasts.

   She broke the kiss and stepped back slightly, finally letting his hands
go.

   Then he realised he was cupping both firm perky breasts of the girl
standing before him.

   What to do now he thought quickly but need overcame any doubt and he
lifted his hands to view the pearly white mounds, tipped in the pinkest
coral tips he could ever imagined.

   The room was silent, either that or he had gone deaf.

   "You like, darling?"

   "Oh, God, you're beautiful, Sam."

   "Thank you, kind sir.  Would you like to taste them?"

   His ears rang... did he hear right?

   "Truly?  Kiss them, you mean?"

   "You can suck on my nipples if you'd like to, darling."

   He needed no second invitation, leaning down to suck one then the other
and back again, Sam's hands stroking his face and head all the while.

   Sally let the boy enjoy himself for several minutes, carefully watching
Molly's reactions.  In fact Molly didn't show any concern at all, rather
there was the beginnings of a smile on her face as she watched her brother
enjoying himself.

   "If you keep on with that, Brendan, she'll be flat-chested before long,"
Sally finally spoke making the boy jerk back from the treasures before him.
But his eyes never left the target zone.

   "I'm sorry, Mrs... I mean, Sally.  I shouldn't have done that."

   "Oh, don't be so coy, young man.  She offered, how could you have said
no?  You would have offended her.  But maybe you need to sit for a short
while, get your breath back.  I'd hate to think all this happiness gave you
a heart attack."

   "Yes, Mam," he agreed, and slavishly sat down but he couldn't take his
eyes from Sam's titties as she looked back into his eyes, stroking her
breasts lightly.

   "Do you think Sam's titties are beautiful, Molly?"

   Oh, God, she's talking to me again.  "Uhm, yes they look beautiful.  I
hope mine grow like... Oh," she gasped as she realised what she had said.

   "Sam, come and sit beside Molly.  Let her feel how firm you are."

   "Alright, Mummy," The girl smiled widely as she moved across.

   "No... I mean, it's alright, I don't need..."

   "Nonsense, you give each one a good squeeze.  Feel how tight they are.
Are your's that firm, dear?"

   Molly had reached over but just before touching, Sally's question
shocked her and she pulled her hand back.

   "Aren't you happy for Brendan, being able to touch a girl's breasts like
that?"

   "Y... Yes, I am, I guess."

   "Do you know what I think?"

   "No."

   "I think Sam deserves some company.  I think we should all show our
titties to Brendan.  Then we can have a competition to find out whose
breasts he thinks are the best."

   "What?" Molly gasped not believing she had heard right.

   "Yes.  Come on, off with your top.  I'll join you."

   "Oh, this is so cool," Sam cried out with joy.  "Molly, I'll help you."

   Before Molly could react, Sam had slipped her top over her head and she
sat wearing only a pink bra.  Her face was crimson as she tried to hide her
underwear from Brendan's eyes.

   Brendan's eyes were as large as saucers.  Sally was already unclipping
her bra and Sam had already undone Molly's.  She was on the verge of
displaying herself to her brother for the first time.

   "Please, Sally, I don't want to," she pleaded but it was to no avail. 
Sally stood before them, topless, her breasts much larger but showing
almost no sag at all.

   Molly was also topless but her arms covered most of her treasures.

   "Stand up Molly," Sally demanded in a firm voice.

   The red-faced girl did as she was told but still hid her chest from
Brendan's drooling gaze.

   "Put your arms to your sides and stand in front of your brother, Molly,
or you'll get yourself a good hard spanking."

   "You can't make me," she whined, refusing the request.

   "What did your mother tell you?  She said you had to obey anything I
asked, didn't she?"

   "Yes," the stricken girl admitted, tears flowing down her cheeks.

   "So obey me, Molly.  Your last chance before I bring Mr.  Saunders in to
hand out your spanking."

   "Oh, God," she whimpered but knew there was no way out.

   Three topless girls stood before the stunned fifteen year old, his mouth
open in disbelief.

   "You have permission to feel all six beauties, Brendan.  Or would you
just like us to get dressed again?"

   "No," he shot out then reached first for Sally's larger boobs, giving
them a stroke, a cupping and a squeeze.  Then he did the same to Sam's as
she giggled and jiggled.  Then looking into Molly's eyes, he said, "They
are so beautiful, Mol.  I never knew they could be so lovely.  Can I kiss
them?  Please?"

   Through her tears, she nodded and whispered, "Yes." Then it didn't seem
so bad.  After all, he was family.  He was her brother.

   As his fingertips ran lightly across each nipple then stroked each
breast, a shiver of arousal ran up and down her spine.  It was the same
when she had sex sessions with her Mum and Dad.  She reached up and took
his hands cupping them gently over her breasts as their eyes met.

   Sally and her daughter looked on in silence, Sally stroking Sam's mounds
as she had done a hundred times before.  She didn't want to break the
reverie between brother and sister but knew there was more to achieve
before the evening was over.

   Chapter Twenty Three

   "I'm sorry to break this little party up," Sally said finally.  "But
there is more we still need to discuss.  For Instance, Molly, when did you
lose your virginity?"

   "Wha... But I haven't, Sally.  I'm still a... a virgin."

   "Are you sure?  From what I've heard, you have participated in quite a
bit of sexual games, Isn't that right?"

   The three girls had remained topless, Brendan sitting beside Molly,
managed to keep stroking the side of her breast.  But the question
certainly got his attention.

   "Yes but it has been only touching... I mean, he hasn't..."

   "He hasn't fucked you yet?  I'm amazed."

   "No, Mu... I mean he hasn't been allowed to do that.  I'm only
thirteen," she tried to explain, hoping the reference to almost mentioning
her Mum hadn't been picked up, especially by her brother.

   "I know of several girls younger than that who willingly offer
themselves.  It's a beautiful act, you know.  Copulation."

   "Then what about you, Samantha?"

   "You know very well I haven't spread my legs for any one's big dangler,
Mummy," she stated then couldn't stop giggling.  That sent the others off
as well.  "Anyway, you know Daddy checks me every week.  I wouldn't dare
lose my hymen until he gets his turn."

   "Whaaat?" Molly gasped.

   "Yes, it's true, Molly.  Sam has promised her Daddy that he would be the
first man who makes love to her.  He takes that as a tremendous privilege."

   "But isn't that illegal?" Brendan piped up.  "I mean, she's not eighteen
and anyway it would be... um, I forget the word."

   "You mean incest?"

   "Yes, isn't that illegal?"

   "It's only illegal if someone tells the authorities and I'm sure no-one
in this company would ever do that.  You wouldn't, would you?  Brendan
would you report what you just heard to the authorities?"

   "N... No, I wouldn't."

   "Would you, Molly?"

   "No."

   "The thing is, children, what we've done already tonight is quite
illegal.  You three are all underage but it's only illegal if someone
doesn't want it to happen to them.  If what happens is nice and enjoyable,
why shouldn't you enjoy it?  Sam, you let your Daddy play with your body
don't you?"

   "Yes, it's super.  Really exciting and he even gives me lots of orgasms.
Of course he likes the way I give him those too.  He loves my hands
stroking his cocky."

   Brendan's mouth dropped open again.  "You mean you jerk him off" Your
Dad?"

   "And I suck him too.  He loves it." Her eyes looked at the boy's shock
with laughter in them.  "Have I shocked you, darling?" She asked the
stunned boy.  "What if I said Mummy and I play with our bodies too?"

   His eyes flashed towards Sally but he saw that she was agreeing.

   "We appreciate Sam loving us so much, Brendan.  Of course, our son,
Wesley joins in too.  I guess you can say we're one big Happy Family."

   "But Mummy's not a virgin," Sam added.  "She got fucked by her first
husband but he wasn't a nice man so she married our Daddy and now we're all
happy."

   Brendan felt his blush rising again.  He had never heard anyone speaking
about sex so openly.

   "Are you a virgin, Brendan?" Sally asked.  She knew the answer but
needed him to confess.

   "Yes."

   "Never fucked a girl's pussy?  Really?" Sam asked in a surprised voice.

   "No," the boy almost snapped.

   "I guess you just use your hand then.  To have an orgasm, I mean."

   "Y... Yes," he admitted in a whisper.

   "Stand up Sam," her mother said.  And when she did, she added.  "Take
your skirt off, baby."

   "Oh, goody," the young girl cooed and was naked in a flash.

   "You like what you see, Brendan?" Sally asked slyly.

   "Yes," he whispered, his eyes agog.

   Sam ran her hands over her breasts then down to her groin where she
parted her labia to show the deeper pink inside.

   "I thought you'd like to see all of her.  Isn't she beautiful?"

   "Yes," he mouthed not no sound came.

   "All girls are their most beautiful when they are quite naked."

   "Come on, Molly, off with the rest.  I'll join you."

   The poor girl was stuck to her seat, her head almost exploding with
stress.

   "N... Please, I can't."

   "Yes you can, come on." By now, Sally was totally naked, standing beside
Brendan, his eyes glued to her vulva.

   Sally waved a finger at Molly in warning and the poor girl knew she had
no choice.  With tears brimming, ready to overflow, she reached behind her
and undid the one button that held up her skirt.  She gave a loud sigh and
tears fell down her cheeks as she felt the garment brush against her
ankles.

   It was strange, she thought, as she slipped her panties down.  She
wasn't feeling a bit shy now, not even knowing Brendan would finally get
his wish to see her like this.  The feeling was more like one of power.  It
was her body he wanted to see but he was only going to look because she let
him.  It was her decision, not his.  Well it was Sally's really but it was
she who did what was required to show herself off.

   Sam clapped her hands and danced up and down as she saw Molly in the
buff.  Then she rushed to the girl and hugged her tightly, their breasts
meeting, then their lips.  Molly found herself kissing Sam with absolute
heartfelt pleasure.

   Brendan stood goggle-eyed at the two.  Now he had three naked females in
his sight and he didn't know where to look first.

   Both Samantha and Sally had bald pussies; he saw but his mind didn't ask
the question why.  Then when Molly and Sam broke their embrace, he saw that
Molly's pussy was covered in a forest of curls.

   Sally gave Molly a little cuddle and whispered, "It only stays
embarrassing for a few moments then the freedom of nudity takes over. 
Don't you feel happy now?"

   "Yes," she had to admit.  It... It feels nice," she agreed, running her
hands over her breasts and down into the triangle.  She looked towards
Brendan and saw his eyes on her puss but she made no move to cover herself.

   "Well, Brendan, three naked girls showing themselves just for you.  Do
you have anything to say?"

   "Huh?" he grunted, not taking in the question.

   Sally pulled the two girls down onto the settee, all three sitting
opposite the boy.  "Three naked girls all for you, Brendan.  What do you
think you should do now?" Sally asked with a smile that seemed to offer him
the world.

   "I... I don't... Should I ...?  Should I leave?" He asked stupidly.

   "Leave?" Sally asked in astonishment.  "When was the last time you had
three lovelies showing their all to you?"

   "Never.  He hasn't even had a feel of one yet," Molly told the room.

   "What?" Sally asked in surprise.  Is it true you haven't even fucked one
girl yet, Brendan?  I can't believe a boy as handsome as you hasn't had a
bevy of females flashing their tits at you?"

   "Only babies," Molly popped in with a giggle.

   "There's something you should be doing right now, Brendan.  Do you know
what it is?"

   He shook his head.  What else could he do.

   Sally looked ferociously at the boy.  "Here are we three girls who have
stripped ourselves bare just for you.  Don't you think you could
reciprocate?  Undress young man and display yourself."

   Molly gasped at the thought.  Never had she wished to see her brother in
the raw.  It had just never entered her head and from the look on his face,
he had never expected it either.

   "You mean...?" He whined which almost sent Sally into hysterics.  She
had to pinch herself hard to gain composure.

   "Do you want a good spanking in front of these two girls, Brendan?"

   "Oh, yes please, Mummy.  Do it," Sam chorused and Molly laughed.  The
look on her brothers face was just excellent.

   "N... No, I'll do it, Mam," he capitulated then turned his back to them.

   "Don't dare you turn your back on a lady when you undress, boy.  Turn
and face us like a man." Sally's voice was so harsh it made Brendan jump.

   "S... Sorry, Mam," he mumbled and with a deep blush, turned to face the
three naked ladies.

   He faced the floor, not daring to look into their faces, and especially
not his sister's.

   "Well, what are you waiting for?  Are your family jewels so small you're
ashamed of them?"

   "No, Mam..."

   "My name is Sally, remember?  For the time being anyway."

   "Sorry, Ma... I mean Sally.  It's just that it's embarrassing."

   "Embarrassing?  What do you think we felt then?  We're the ones who have
poked our pussies in your face.  Even your sister has so why can't you be
man enough to do the same?"

   "Maybe he's just a little boy," Sam suggested and giggled.

   It was enough for the boy.  He pushed his pants down and stood up,
displaying himself to all.  His eyes glanced towards Molly but then shot
down to the floor again.

   "Oh, he's not so little at all, Mummy," Sam decided.  "Do you have
orgasms, Brendan?"

   "Orgasms...?

   "Do you jerk your cock off and shoot your gunk?" Sally clarified.

   "Uhm, yes I guess."

   "You guess.  Don't you know?"

   "Yes I do it," he stated more forcefully.

   "Is that when you think of your naked sister, Brendan," Sam giggled.

   The boy could only nod his head in affirmation.

   "Well you'd better come here and show us what you've got," Sally told
him.  "Come on, come here, close enough for me to inspect you."

   It was utter humiliation with Molly just a couple of feet away and
staring at his cock for all she was worth.  If only his hardon would go
down he wished but there seemed no way it would.

   Then he watched as Sally reached out and took his cock in her hand.  He
tried not to back away but he couldn't stop himself.

   "Uh, ah," Sally warned him as he moved back within reach.  "Would you
like to know what it feels like to have a lady stroke your cock, Brendan?"

   "Yes, please," he whispered, knowing she was going to do it anyway.

   "I will if you promise not to explode.  Can you promise that, boy?"

   "I... I'm not sure.  It feels so close already."

   "Maybe we can play a little game.  How about you moving from girl to
girl; we'll each rub your cock twice and see who is the one who's going to
get covered in your goo.  What about that, girls?  Want to play?"

   "Oh, goody," Sam cries happily.  "Now you'll get to jerk your bro off,
Molly."

   Molly could only blush.

   "Just remember this, Brendan, you must hold yourself back for as long as
you can.  If you last for at least two rounds, we might do something far
more interesting.  Are you ready?"

   Brendan wasn't excited at all.  It simply didn't register with him that
three naked females were going to play with his dick.  All he felt was
absolute humiliation.  He didn't want to be there, he just wanted to die.

   But then Sally took hold of his manhood.  Her hand felt soft and warm as
she slowly slid it up and down his shaft.  Once then twice.  His balls
seemed to be boiling.  She had to push him across to Samantha.

   "Oh, nice cockie, Brendie baby.  Brand new and unused."

   Her hand jerked a little harder, hurting a little each time she
stretched his foreskin down to stretch hard against the root.  She giggled
as she looked up into his face and nudged him across in front of Molly."

   "Mol, I..."

   "No talking to the workers, boy," Sally stated.

   He watched Molly's hand reach out and clasp his dick.  She wasn't
looking at his face, just his cock.  Slowly she pushed the foreskin back
against his crotch then forward so the heel of her hand brushed over his
cock head.  It felt so incredibly sexy.  One more time she pushed then
pulled but didn't let his go when her turn was finished.

   "Sam give Molly her panties, quickly."

   As Molly took hold of the soft material, Sally told her, "I think it
would be perfectly nice for you to give him his first real ejaculation,
Molly.  Use your panties and let him come in them."

   Brendan groaned but stood his ground.  Molly looked up into her
brother's face, clasped her panties around his cock then slowly started to
rub back and forth.  It took just four strokes before his body jerked, he
groaned and spewed his seed into the soft fabric.  Molly kept her hand
moving until all shuddering was over.  She wiped his cock clean then sat
back and looked at her brother who was half bent over, a little trickle of
spittle running down his chin.

   The room was silent for a time then Sally stood and helped the boy back
to his seat.  She sat beside him, stroking the hair out of his eyes and the
spittle from his chin.  She kissed him gently on the cheek and asked, "Was
it nice?"

   Brendan took a deep breath and nodded.  "It was incredible," he admitted
softly, looking across at Molly who was still holding her wet panties.

   "Would you like us to do it again, baby?"

   "Would you?  Yes please."

   "There's something you need to do first yourself, Brendan.  You've been
satisfied, now you need to satisfy the one who pleasured you."

   "Me?"

   "Yes, you."

   He looked across to his sister who gave him no help.

   "How...?  What...?"

   "You need to help Molly with her orgasm, Brendan."

   His eyes opened wider, trying to think how or what he was supposed to
do. "I... I don't know what to do."

   "We'll help you."

   He watched as Sally manoeuvred Molly on the settee, so she was half
sitting, half laying on the seat, her feet wedged on the seat so her knees
were widely spread, her pussy gaping open, almost smiling at her brother.

   "On your knees boy.  This is your first lesson on how to please ladies.
You need to know because very soon there will be so many ladies and young
girls you will need to satisfy."

   Molly picked up on those words and wondered what Sally meant.  But she
remained silent.

   "Come here, Brendan, on your knees and kiss your sister's pussy.  No not
like that, stupid.  This is the most beautiful sight you've ever seen.  A
peck like that is unworthy.  Open your lips and cover her pussy, kiss her,
lick her, yes, press inside.  More boy, don't stop now.  There's a lot to
do yet."

   Molly was amazed.  Never would she have believed she would ever allow
him to do anything like this.  Not even to expose herself this way.  And
she was still holding her panties and she could feel the wetness seeping
right through now.  Yet here she was allowing it all, not making any
objection at all.  In fact she was sure she could feel those tingling
feelings starting already and he hadn't even done anything that was
remotely sexy yet.

   "Push this little clit hood back, Brendan, like this.  See her clit? 
That's how to give her pleasures.  Stroke it, boy.  Wet it with your tongue
then lick it hard.  Nibble it with your lips.  Yes, good boy.  Did you feel
her give a little shudder then?"

   Indeed she did shiver.  The moment his tongue hit her nub, little
electric shocks ran through her insides.  There it was again.  Oh, God he's
doing it, she admitted to herself silently.

   The fact was Sam was stroking her nipples, pinching then and licking her
ear lobes.  The two together became the beginnings of a storm.

   "Press harder, boy.  Press the hard tip of your tongue against her clit.
Yes.  Now rub it, harder.  Good she's moving now, you're doing good.  No,
don't you dare push your finger inside.  Just keep annoying her clit. 
Good, more, harder, faster.  Hold the hood back, yes, like that."

   Molly knew she was on the way.  Fires were burning and she couldn't stop
her body wriggling as she laid over the settee, her whole pudenda on show
to her brother.  Yet that didn't seem to concern her at all.  Was it just a
matter of inevitability?  Was she always to give her brother full access,
just as she had done her parents?  Yet he was making her feel very nice
indeed.  He seemed to have learnt super quick what he had to do.  Her own
stupid bastard brother was making love to her with his lips and his
fingers. Oh, God, it felt so good.

   Then her insides exploded.  Fireworks shot to every nerve in her body as
Brendan brought her over the edge into fantasy land.  She shuddered and
cried and loved it.

   Brendan sat back on his heels in surprise at the ferocity of her
movements but his finger still twiddled her clitty.  She came and she came.
Then she became still, closed her eyes and marvelled at the sweep of
pleasure that flooded her very soul.

   No-one moved, no-one spoke until she finally opened her eyes.  The first
face she saw was her brother's and she leaned over and kissed him gently on
the lips.

   Brendan couldn't believe it.  Sally moved his finger from Molly's pussy
and sat him back on his seat.  She helped Molly sit back straighter then
sat back and smiled at both participants.

   "I think we've broken the ice here tonight," she declared happily. 
"What do you think, Molly?"

   "I never believed it would happen," she murmured softly.  "But it was
magical.  Thank you brother," she smiled looking across to him with dreamy
eyes.  She felt as though she could sleep forever just then.

   Brendan gave a sickly smile, proud as punch, his cock poking up like a
flagpole.

   "I think he's deserved his second round, Sam.  Finish him off.  Then I
have something to say to both of you," she stated purposefully.

   Chapter Twenty Four

   Sam needed no further prompting.  She knelt between Brendan's knees,
took his erection in her fingers, then covered his length with her lips. 
It was just a matter of seconds before he discharged into her mouth.  He
watched her intently and marvelled at the way she showed him his whole
emission had been swallowed.

   Sally gave them all a few minutes then sough their attention.

   "There is a very important reason you have come here tonight," she
began. "Tonight was an important test for both Molly and Brendan to show
us, both me and Mr.  Saunders whether you were worthy to join your parents
as members of a very private group of families.  Needless to say,
everything that happened here tonight must NEVER be told to anyone.  It is
private and no-one else's business.  You can't, I repeat, can't, even hint
to your very best friend that you have participated in tonight's games. 
Not even a hint, is that clear?"

   Both Molly and Brendan agreed, their faces watching Sally intently.

   "To do so would not only expel you from the group I'm about to divulge
to you but it would mean your parents would find themselves jailed for a
very long time.  You would never see your parents again."

   She looked from Molly to Brendan then back again.  "Do you understand,
both of you?"

   "Yes," they chorused seriously.

   "From now on you will only address me as Mistress.  My Husband who runs
the group must only be addressed as Master.  Your parents have been invited
by The Master to join our group.  It is called The Covenant and with your
family, there are five families."

   "What does the group, I mean, The Covenant, do?" Brendan asked
hesitantly.

   "Be patient.  Each of the families have teen-age or near teen age
children who are all members.  The Covenant consists of five adult couples;
you will meet all fairly soon.  Between them they have three boys aged
between fifteen, that's you Bradley, and thirteen.  Then there are nine
girls aged between twelve and sixteen."

   "The purpose of The Covenant, it's called that because each individual
member, adults and children have covenanted with each other to provide
loving tenderness to any member seeking passionate love."

   "What does that mean, Mistress?" Bradley asked in all innocence.

   "It means that when someone wants sexual pleasure someone else gives it
to them," Samantha stated then began giggling.

   Both Bradley and Molly gasped together at the thought, Molly's face
bright red, Bradley's distinctly pale.

   "There are of course certain rules that everyone is bound by but you
will soon learn how they affect you individually." Without further
explanation, Sally continued.  "All the girls except you, Molly and little
Miss Samantha, have given their virginity to members of the Covenant so any
man, or boy, is able to pleasure any girl or mother he choses.  Of course,
any girl or mother may pleasure any other female as well.  There is no
restriction on who you chose to make love to you with the one important
exception.  Men and boys must never touch another male sexually ever."

   "Tell them about us virgins, Mummy, and that includes Wesley, my brother
and Bradley," Sam suggested eagerly.

   "Yes you should be told of this.  Both Sam and Molly, at their induction
to The Covenant, will allow The Master to sacrifice their virginity."

   "What?" Molly gasped.  Up to now, she was quite sure her own Daddy would
be given that special service.  "My Daddy has told me he would do that,
Sa... Mistress.  He promised me he would be very gentle." Her face burned
red as she realised what she had just announced to the world and especially
Bradley.

   "That was of course before your parents accepted the invitation to join
the Covenant, Molly.  Don't let it concern you, I promise The Master will
also be very gentle.  He has after all taken the virginity of most of the
other youngsters.  Some were quite a bit younger that you when it happened
and none ever complained at the compassion he showed to each girl. 
Besides, your Daddy will be charged with a task just as special and that
involves you too."

   When Molly looked questioningly at The Mistress, Sam piped up, "He'll
probably do your bum."

   "Be quiet, Samantha," her mother admonished forcefully and Sam almost
cringed back into her seat.  "As far as you are concerned, Bradley, I will
have the pleasure of removing your virginity."

   "My Virg...?  I don't have..."

   "Boys are forbidden to have sex with any girl, proper sex where you push
your penis into a vagina," She explained which made Sam Giggle, putting her
hand over her mouth to shut herself up.  "I'm assuming you do want to do
that sometime, Bradley?"

   He mumbled a `yes' to the floor .

   "Of course, that does not stop you from asking any lady to stroke your
cock or suck you all the way so your pleasures are quite available, as are
Molly's.  You may be stroked or sucked to orgasm as many times as you wish
until your induction, just the same as Sam is allowed to take those
pleasures."

   "Woo, hoo," Sam threw her fist into the air.

   "Your parents will have received instructions on how to arrange meetings
with other members of The Covenant," Sally went on.  There will be an
Induction meeting for one of the two new families in the next few days and
you will all attend so it will give you some idea of what to expect when
your turn comes.  That too will not be too far off then all the families
can begin to plan their own pleasures.  We hold a full meeting of the group
every three months."

   "When are Wes & I going to be poked, Mummy?  We've been waiting so
long."

   "Soon, baby soon."

   "Do you have any questions, Molly or Brendan?" Sally asked.

   Molly had been very quiet since the news of her forthcoming attention by
The Master and both she and Bradley shook their heads.  So many things were
roaring around their brains they couldn't make sense of anything just then.

   "Well, I want to thank you both for coming and both The Master and I
look forward to loving you both very much in the coming days.  There is a
car waiting to take you home, downstairs.  You can dress yourselves and
make your way home."

   She took Bradley in her arms and kissed him as a lover.  As the embrace
broke apart, he almost fell, his legs were so rubbery.  She then took Molly
in her arms, one hand cupping a breast as she kissed the young girl
passionately.  Molly gasped for air when the kiss was over.  She felt quite
sexy from this small contact and wondered just how good all this might turn
out.

   "Goodnight, Mistress," Molly said softly as she finally let Sally's hand
go.  Brendan wasn't even thinking straight as he made for the door.  Molly
nudged him and said, "Say goodbye, to Sam too."

   "Oh, Goodbye, Mistress, it's been...," but he couldn't think of a word
to finish.  Sam dragged him to her and pecked him on the cheek.  "Bye,
lover," she whispered and giggled at his red face.

   Molly put her arms around Sam and they kissed as lovers for many
seconds, their eyes never leaving each other until the door closed behind
them.

   They were silent as they waited to the elevator to arrive but as soon as
the door closed, he said, "Shit, Mol, what happened in there.  It was like
a dream.  Does that mean..."

   "Mean what?"

   "Well," he began nervously.  "Will we be fucking together sometime?"

   She looked at him with horror then realised that's exactly what it
meant. Oh God, she thought.

   "Does it?" Brad pressed.

   "It might," she snapped.

   "I'd love that, Mol."

   "I... I'm not sure I will," she sniffed close to tears.

   "It sounds fantastic."

   "I want to talk to Mummy and Daddy first," she snapped again.

   "But if they have said we're joining, then you'll have to let me, won't
you?" An incredibly bright light began to dawn in his mind.

   Molly couldn't respond.  The horror was just too impossible.

   They were silent until they entered the limo that was waiting for them.
Brendan looked at his sister and slid along to her side.  She said nothing
until she felt a hand on her thigh.  It was sliding ever so slowly up under
her skirt.

   "Stop it," she whispered.

   "You can't stop me.  I want to get a feel, Mol.  You have to let me."

   "No."

   "It's either your cunt or a tit, Mol.  I want a feel.  Which one?"

   "I hate you."

   "Which one, Mol.  Make it quick."

   She knew it was no use.  What he said was right.  "My breast then.  Just
one."

   She dropped her arm from her lap onto the seat so he had a clear go. 
But she was shocked that instead of just putting his hand over the nearest
mound, he reached under her blouse and also under her bra.

   "Oh, shit, this is fantastic," he moaned softly.  He wasn't hurting her
physically, but emotionally, she was swept to tears.  It was just as bad as
if she was being raped.

   "Stoke my cock, Mol.  Undo my fly and give me a hand job."

   "No damn you.  Besides you'll squirt it all over the car and I don't
think Sal... The Mistress will like that."

   "What do you think will happen tonight at home Mol?  Can I get to sleep
in your bed?"

   "You know what I think?"

   "What?"

   "You might get to sleep with Mummy and Daddy will sleep with me."

   He was silent for a moment.  "Damn, I hope that's true.  Fucking Mum?  I
can't believe it.  Oh, shit."

   "You don't get to fuck anyone, little boy.  You aren't allowed until
Mistress fucks you."

   "No, I think that will be the Mistress getting fucked by me," He
suggested with a giggle.

   "Think of this, buster, when you do that, you'll have to make her cum
but you'll shoot off in seconds of poking her.  She won't be too happy
about that, little boy." While his hand still massaged her breast, she sat
smugly quiet.

   Chapter Twenty Five

   Their parents met them at the door.

   "You finally made it home," their Dad said with a smirk.

   "Was it exciting?" Their Mum asked, looking more at Molly than her son.

   "Shit, Dad," Bradley began.

   "Watch the language, boy," his father warned.  "I won't have you talking
like that in front of your mother."

   "Uh, sorry, Dad, Mum." But the apology didn't seem to reflect on his
face.  "Do you know what we did?"

   "I hate to think," his mother remarked but having a pretty fair idea of
what they had experienced.

   "He felt me up all the way home, that's what he did," Molly sneered.

   "Well I was allowed, Sis, wasn't I Dad?"

   "Under what authority did you do something like that, young man?" His
father asked, looking quite severe.

   The boy looked from one parent to the other, trying to decide what to
say next.  "Uhm, didn't they tell you about, you know, the Covenant thing?"

   Jamie Briggs looked across to his wife.  "Do you know what he's talking
about, Rhona?"

   "Have you been drinking, Bradley?" His mother asked.

   "No," he shook his head in frustration.  "Well we did have some
champagne but that was nothing." All the time, Molly was looking on,
smiling inwardly, knowing full well they were playing with Brendan.

   "They told us all about it, Dad.  The Covenant and the others and they
told us you said you would join them."

   "Did you like The Mistresses tits, Bradley?" His mother asked seriously.

   Molly burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand.

   Bradley looked from one to the other then twigged.  "You've been teasing
us," he accused.

   "Not us, Bradley, just you, darling," His mother smiled then took him in
her arms and gave him a long meaningful cuddle.  The boy felt her breasts
pressed against his chest and his cock rose instantly.

   "When is it going to start, Mummy?" Molly asked shyly.

   "Pretty soon, dear.  We've received a letter that we decided not to open
until you got home.  Shall we open it now or leave it until the morning?"

   "No, now," both children chorused.

   They all sat together as Jamie opened the envelope and began to read.

   Welcome to membership of The Covenant, Briggs Family.  Other members
have been told of your acceptance and are all excited to meet you very
soon. Even prior to your official induction to The Covenant, you may agree
to meetings with individual families at any time.  This note is to inform
you of acceptable actions at any privately arranged meeting with other
members.  * No identity information is to be shown on any correspondence.
Firstly, your virginal female, must not be penetrated in either lower
orifice prior to your induction.

   "That's you, Mol," Brendan pointed out un-necessarily.

   Secondly, your virginal male, must not be permitted to penetrate any
female's lower orifices until your induction.

   "That's you, little boy," Molly reciprocated, sticking her tongue out at
her brother.

   * All activities will be under the control of the Inviting family's
Senior male and can only be carried out inside the Inviting family's home.
* Inviting family is responsible to ensure all activities are hidden from
non-members of The Covenant.  * The visiting family cannot refuse to
participate in any activity proposed by the Inviting family regardless of
what is proposed.  * Date and Length of the visit is agreed by both
families at time of the invitation.  * When more than one invitation is
received by a family, they must be attended in order of receipt.  * Second
visits to a family are permitted once previous Invitations have been
completed.

   "Phew," Jamie sighed after realising what all this might mean.  "We are
at the mercy of the host when we arrive."

   "It sounded like I had to agree with anything they wanted me to do and I
couldn't say no," Molly pointed out, her face paler than before.

   "Yes, baby, that's the way it works," her father agreed, smiling.

   "I'm not sure I want to do this, Mummy."

   "You gotta, Mol," Brendan whined.  "Dad already agreed, didn't you Dad?"

   "You just want to feel me up," Molly accused.

   "Course I do but so does Dad," he stated with self-appointed authority.

   Jamie looked across at his wife and both smiled.

   "Brendan, would you like to share my bed tonight?" Rhona asked as though
it was something normal to say.

   The boy looked across to his father first then back to his mother.  "You
mean that, Mum?  I mean can I...?"

   "Can you fuck me, son?  Is that what you mean?"

   "Nooo, I didn't mean...," then he nodded his head.

   "Well you aren't allowed to fuck anyone," Molly reminded him spitefully.
Then she covered her mouth with her hands and looked from one parent to the
other.  She had never used that word in front of them ever before.

   "It's a very descriptive word, baby.  If you're going to be expected to
make yourself naked in front of lots of strangers, you can use it whenever
you want," her mother agreed with a smile.  "Besides I like the word,
especially when your Daddy does it to me." That brought a titter from the
young girl.

   Rhona looked across to her husband, then began to undress in front of
them all.  When she was about to release her bra strap, she looked across
to Molly.  Come on love, strip off.  Daddy's hands are waiting."

   All were in agreement then Jamie stopped.  "Rhona, instead of waiting
for someone to invite us to their place, why don't you phone Gina right now
and invite her family to our place?  Then we'd be in charge.  I could set
the agenda and they have three beautiful nubile babies if what you tell me
is true."

   Rhona moved so quickly she was dialling before Jamie had finished his
sentence.

   "Hi, Gina?  Did I wake you up?  Sorry, hon, but it couldn't wait.  We're
in.  Yes tonight.  So you and your clan are invited over to our place
asap."

   She listened as Gina fiddled with something then she heard her talking
to Rick.

   "Friday?  Yes that would be fantastic.  Stay over, yes Jamie insists,"
she said, looking across at her husband.  There was laughter, then she
added, of course it will be Jamie's first real test.  Hope he doesn't have
a heart attack from your three little monsters.  Nah, Brendan's banned
until... you know.  Fantastic, lover.  Come for dinner.  We'll have Oysters
and Champers.  Yes, we need something to keep his strength up or maybe just
his rod.  Maybe a couple of Viagra tabs.  Ha, ha.  Bye, my love."

   "All set, darling.  Friday night you'll have three teenagers with
rampant desires and one sexy lady.  Just don't forget, you have to share
them with us all."

   Jamie smiled then said, "Molly, I think your brother would dearly like
to remove your clothes.  Kiss him nicely and ask him to help you."

   The boy's face brightened and he sprang to her side.

   Chapter Twenty Six

   Brendan had never kissed a girl before the session with The Mistress
earlier in the evening.  He still wasn't very adept at the art but that was
of little consequence as he broke from her open-mouthed kiss to begin
undoing the buttons on her blouse.

   Despite having her whole nakedness on view to him at that meeting, now
was entirely different.  It was as though he hadn't seen his sister
unclothed in his life.  He eagerly pulled the halves apart to find her
brassiere, a little pink number with birds embroidered around the edges. 
But his eyes never noticed things like that.

   He hurried but not so much as to tear the garments off the girl.  He
eased the sleeves off her arms then moved her around so he could unclip her
bra strap.  Molly helped the straps to fall down her arms onto the floor.
Then she turned to face her brother's eyes.  He sucked just the nipple of
the one breast he had been feeling up on the way back in the limo, then
held the breast as he placed nibbles all over the flesh of that mound. 
Molly couldn't believe her own brother was doing this, that she was letting
him freely, that her parents were watching without making any effort to
stop the invasion.  She was also amazed that flashes of arousal were
zinging her pussy in ever increasing sensations.

   He moved to the other breast bringing small moans from the girl.  He
sucked then licked, wetting both surfaces then stood up straight, cupping
both mounds with his hands, massaging and caressing as his eyes looked
directly into hers.

   He moved closed and pressed his groin against hers.  It seemed to be the
circuit breaker and her mother realised it too.

   "That's enough for tonight, Brendan," his mother said, pulling him apart
from his sister.  A groan of disappointment came then a gasp as his mother
lightly cupped his genitals.  "You have an appointment with me tonight,
right now, lover," she said, taking his hand and leaving the other two
alone.

   Molly sighed, not from relief of losing her molesting brother, not from
the loss of arousal that had occurred.  It was knowing her whole life had
changed at that very moment.

   "I think we should go and see how we can both fit in your bed, darling,"
her Daddy whispered.  She looked into his eyes and smiled shyly.

   Once the door was closed, her father kissed her gently, his wet tongue
moistening her lips.

   "We've already been doing things together, haven't we, Daddy.  It's not
the same with Mummy and Brendan.  For him, I'll bet he's already shot his
stuff," then she giggled and hugged her father intensely.

   "I feel as though this is the first time I've seen you naked, darling,"
he said.  "For me, it's just as new as it is for Mummy."

   "Do you want me to get naked or...?"

   "No, I want the privilege of removing what's left." Not many seconds
later she stood in front of her, his eyes roving over every hillock and
dale.

   "You can't fu... Use your penis on me, Daddy.  You know why?"

   "Yes, I've already been told.  The Master takes that privilege."

   "Are you disappointed?" she asked with a pout of her lips.

   "Of course, but there are other compensations."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, there's something like eight other young girls I'll have to
practice on before I claim my right to make proper love to you, darling. 
Nothing like `practise makes perfect', eh?"

   That set them both off and they hugged passionately.

   "Can you believe it was only a few days ago that Mummy undressed me in
front of you and you gave me my first orgasm?  Gosh it seems like years
ago."

   "And here we are, going to do it again."

   She looked into his eyes, a loving smile on her face and she lightly
cupped her hand over his groin.  Not surprisingly he was already hard.

   "I think you'd better make me happy first Daddy.  If I give you a nice
cum, you might fall asleep before you get around to looking after me."

   He lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed, sliding down beside
her.



   * * * * *



   When Brendan entered his mother's bedroom, he was instantly embarrassed.
All that had happened today seemed like a dream and yet here he was,
holding his mother's hand, being brought along like a little boy.

   "You can close the door if you wish, Brendan."

   "Huh... Oh, yes, alright." It was a chance to break the contact and in
fact take those few moments to settle himself down somewhat.  His cock
hurt, it was hard and pressing his pants out in a tent.  It wasn't
something he wanted his mother to see but readjusting himself just didn't
work.

   "You seem excited, Bradley.  Why is that?"

   "I... I can't help it.  My... It won't go down, damnit," he confessed,
trying to hide the bulge with his hand.

   "You mean your cock, Danny boy?" No-one had ever called him that and he
looked into his mother's face to see her grinning mischievously.  It was
unnerving.

   He just nodded.

   "I hope you don't think you can do something in here to help that.  You
don't think you'll be having sex with me do you?" He could see her face had
turned distinctly severe.

   "Huh?  No, of course not," he said shuffling his feet with
embarrassment.

   "Maybe you have a medical problem then.  I could call the doctor.  No,
but I do think I should take a look at your problem to make sure it's
nothing serious.  Boys do have those sorts of problems, you know and if
it's not fixed it could get quite serious."

   To Brendan, she didn't look as though she was teasing him at all and he
thought she might be right.

   "You sit on the bed and I'll see what I can do," she said almost pushing
him backwards until he had no choice but to sit on the edge.

   She knelt before him and looked at the bulge then reached out and began
to unzip his pants.

   "No... Maybe you shouldn't, Mum," he said thinking she was going to be
really mad at him because he'd just had an erection, a very wet one he was
sure because he could feel some pre-cum had dribbled.

   "Nonsense.  You lay back and give me a good look.  Yes, I should remove
your pants altogether.  I need to see everything properly."

   Brendan groaned with humiliation as he felt her tugging his pants off.

   The loose pants helped his discomfort but not the humiliation he was
beginning to feel.  Oh, God how can I explain all this he asked himself. 
Then he felt her peeling his boxers off as well.  "Mum, no, you can't..."

   "Shush, you baby.  I'm still your Mummy and I've seen it all before so
just be quiet.  Well I guess it has been a few years since I bathed my boy
but that's OK.  Now you just lay still while I take a look."

   Any sexual arousal he had experienced up to the time he had shut the
door, had vanished.  His cock had shrivelled and he wanted to run to his
own room and escape.

   "Oh, my," she said in obvious surprise.  "You really haven't grown much
bigger than you were when you were ten years old, Bradley.  I'm so glad
we've had this time because there is definitely something terribly wrong
down here," she told him with all the authority of a doctor.

   Not grown any bigger than when he was ten?  He thought.  It bloody well
has.  But just as he tried to sit up, she put her hand over his softness
and gave it a gentle wiggle.

   "I need to have a real look here, son.  Just relax a bit." He felt her
fingers hold his limp cock and lightly stroke it.  She pushed his legs
apart and stroked his balls with the other hand.  Very soon, the sensations
vibrated through his senses as she conjured the beast back to the size he
knew he was.  But she didn't stop.  She stroked more and cooed as he grew
to teenage dimensions.

   "Well I am pleased there is life here, son.  I think I should make sure
this can stay up and not deflate like before." She let him go and reached
for something from her dressing table.  "This may feel a little cold but I
should help out, I think," she said with all sincerity.  He didn't see what
it was but as she caressed his cock with her hand covered in moisturising
crème, he knew all this had been a sham.  She was going to let him do
things.

   "Does this feel nice, Bradley?" She asked softly, running her hand along
his length, stroking the head with each upward thrust.

   "Uh, Oh God, yes."

   "You really are a big boy, aren't you?  It's a beautiful cock."

   He half sat up to watch his mother caressing him.  Her eyes looked up
into his face and she smiled.  "Gotcha, didn't I?"

   "Yeah," he had to admit.

   But before she brought him too far along the arousal expressway, she
patted his flagpole and stood up.  "Do you want to undress your Mumma, or
would you like me to do a striptease for you?"

   "Oh, God," He gasped.  She had become the most sexy thing he had ever
seen.  His mind raced but his tongue couldn't get the words out.  All he
could do was nod a `yes'.

   "You realise you can't bonk your Mum, don't you?"

   Another nod as he looked on her smiling down at him.

   "And you do realise that you have to pleasure me just as much as I for
you?"

   "Y... Yes."

   "How would you like to do it, baby?"

   He blushed.  "Uhm, I don't... I'm not sure," he admitted.

   "Who did you this evening?  Was it the Mistress?"

   "No, Sam did it."

   "How?"

   "She..." He felt his blush growing by the second.  "She sucked me."

   "Was it nice?"

   "Yes."

   "Did you take long to... explode?" She asked slyly, her hand cupping his
cock lightly.

   "No very long," he had to admit.

   "Would you like me to suggest some options?"

   He could only nod his head.

   "I could suck you all the way to heaven again and then you could suck
Mummy's pussy until I got my jollies.  Or, we do lay together and give each
other a hand job.  Or, and this one might please you, we could do a
sixty-nine."

   He was silent for a moment.  "What's a sixty-nine?"

   She giggled.  "Well, after you watch me take my clothes off, all of
them...," she stressed, "and then after you got to feel me up all over...,"
she went on with a gleam in her eye, "You could lay on top of me and suck
on my clitoris until I have my orgasm while I gently suck your beautiful
penis and let you cum in my mouth."

   He looked at her for several seconds then she saw the light finally
shine as his face burst into a sleazy desperate smile.  "Yeah, shit I'd
like that," he declared.

   She began to remove his remaining clothes.  "I take it the last option
is your first choice.  Am I right?"

   "Yeah," he almost slurred the word.

   "Never seen Mummy undressed, Brendan?  Well, I hope you haven't," she
added with a warning look.

   "N... No, never, Mum."

   She leaned down, holding his face and gave him a lover's kiss that took
his breath away.  Then she stood just two feet from him and began to slowly
divest herself of everything.  When she was down to panties and bra, she
unclipped her bra and with a `da-da' let it fall down her chest.

   Her eyes never left is face.  His eyes never left her tits.

   "You can touch Mummy's titties, darling.  Or suck then if you wish." He
noticed the girlish dare in her eyes and he hesitantly reach out and cupped
one nipple between his thumb and fingertips.

   He had never seen anything more erotic and was sure he was going to
squirt on the spot.  But the sensations eased slowly and he escaped that
embarrassment.

   "Kneel down at my feet, baby." He scrambled to do so.

   "Slip my panties down, all the way, darling."

   Is that what she said?  His addled mind thought for a moment.  Her hands
were at her sides, her legs slightly parted as though waiting for him to
act.

   Like a slow motion movie he watched his hands reach out and then slip
his thumbs inside the waist band of her silky panties.  When she made no
objection, he slowly peeled the garment downwards.  As the hands reached
her groin the first thing he realised was that she had no hairs on her
pussy at all.  Her cunt was bare, just like The Mistress's.  He stared in
fascination.

   Was this real?  He thought several times.  Am I really taking Mum's
knickers off?  Should I continue?  But then he felt pressure on his hands
and she was urging him to go all the way.

   "Take them off, darling.  Then you can kiss Mummy's pussy.  Would you
like to do that?"

   Oh, God, I'm so glad I don't have any pants on or I'd be shooting off
without fail, he told himself.

   Then she was stepping out of the last vestige of modesty, spreading her
legs further apart and stroking her pussy slit right before his eyes.

   "Ever touched a girl's secrets before, Brendan?" She whispered
seductively.  He had never heard anything so sexy in all his life.  "Kiss
it, my darling.  Kiss Mummy's pussy, sweetheart."

   He looked upwards to see her face looking down at him as he knelt before
her.

   "Don't you want to, baby?"

   "Yesss," he almost hissed.  He couldn't disregard her invitation any
longer.

   Putting a hand on each side of her hips, he straightened so his face was
almost level with the slit of heaven.  With one final check to make sure
she was still smiling her approval, he leaned his face towards the target.
Her scents were driving him crazy.  He touched his lips to the very top of
her slit, then looked again.  Something was protruding.

   Oh, God has she got a dick tucked inside too?

   Tentatively one finger traced the line of her labia that extended from
her slit.  It was soft and pink and slightly wet.  His lips returned and
with the tip of his tongue he licked the protruding labia.  There was
little taste but much emotion.  He laid his face right into the crevice of
her groin and kissed a woman's sex for the first time.  Then for the
second, then for the third.

   He groaned and at that moment sprays of sperm surged from his cock all
over her ankles and feet.

   "Ahhh," he shrieked in absolute horror, trying to squeeze his cock shut
but in his haste not even finding it.  His mother never moved, receiving
the baptism in silence.

   Brendan sank to his knees, his head bowed to the floor in abject
remorse.

   "That, young man, was supposed to be my task.  You have blown your first
chance of feeling my hands making you live in paradise," his mother growled
in a voice so severe that he just had to apologise and apologised
profusely.

   She had not moved.

   "Well, are you going to clean up your mess?"

   "I... Where are the tissues?" He asked looking around the room.

   "You won't need tissues for this, Brendan.  On your knees and clean it
up."

   "How then?"

   "With your mouth, you selfish boy."

   He looked up at her in horror.  "My mouth?  But it's... It's all goo,"
he tried to explain as though she didn't realise.

   "You made the mess, you clean it up.  If I was the one who gave you the
pleasure, you would have felt my lips around your cock.  But you just
couldn't wait for that, could you?  Now get to it.  I don't want it
dribbling onto the carpet."

   That was when he noticed just how sickeningly dreadful it really did
look.  Strands clung to her legs and ankles, slowly dribbling down.  He
took one last look into her face then leaned over and placed his lips over
the offending effluent.

   "Come on, before it all seeps into my carpet," she hissed between
clenched teeth.  And so Brendan received his first taste of male sperm, his
own male sperm.  Surprisingly, it didn't taste as bad as it looked, rather
like swimming pool water with chlorine.  By the time he had done the job,
his face was covered in a film of wet spunk, his mother's feet still wet
but cleaned of the goo.

   "I'm sorry, Mum," he said humbly, feeling so stupid at what he had done.

   "When just you and I are together having sex, Brendan, I expect you to
call me `Mummy' from now on.  You haven't grown up yet, you're just a
little boy.  Go and take a shower then come back and wash my feet."

   With humiliation driving his mind senseless he left.  "I'm sorry,. 
Mum... Mummy," he said then ran into her bathroom.

   When he returned he found her still naked, laying on her back, her legs
wide apart and hanging over the edge.  It was an incredible sight but he
knew he had to complete the task she had given him first.  He washed her
legs and feet with a warmed washer then dried them with a towel.

   He stood waiting for what was to happen next.

   Finally, without looking at him at all, in fact an arm was resting over
her eyes, she told him, "You've had your jollies, now it's my turn.  Don't
you dare stop until I say you can."

   As he looked over her body he wondered what he was supposed to do but
when she reached down and spread her pussy lips wide apart with her hands,
he knew.  He looked into the glistening bright pink of her sex, seeing for
the first time the size of a woman's vagina with it's puffy inner lips and
the secret hole that sends men into a frenzy.  For a moment he thought of
pushing a finger right inside but that just didn't seem right.

   He was kneeling now, his face just inches from the target.  He leaned in
and kissed it gently, tasting a woman for the first time, happy it wasn't
nasty.  Then he smelled her woman smell.  The muskiness wafted to his
nostrils and sent thrills downward to his groin.  It was amazing, not
because his cock was hard again but that he knew what he had to do.

   He licked the pinkness gently, then harder until his lips encapsulated
her whole vagina, kissing, licking and slurping.

   "Here, Brendan," she whispered, pushing his face gently away for a
moment and pulling the hood of her clit back to reveal the pearly nub that
he was about to realise was the woman's pleasure dome.

   He reached up and held her hand in place holding back her clit hood as
he closed his lips over her sex once again, this time seeking out her clit
with a hardened tongue.  After several seconds he released the kiss to
manipulate the little lump with his finger, then re-kissed, licking and
nibbling with his lips and tongue.

   He felt her jerk several times, shivering occasionally.  And her heard
her moans.  They certainly didn't sound like pain so it must have been
pleasure.

   "Oh, that good, darling, so nice.  Do it a little harder.  Oh, God, yes
like that.  More baby."

   The pitch of her moans rose as the moments went by.  He pressed his
tongue against her clitoris then used his finger sometimes pinching between
thumb and forefinger but always returning his lips and tongue.

   His mouth was aching but he made himself maintain the diddling.

   Then in a moment of high pitched moans, her whole body went rigid, her
legs rose and pressed tight against his face as her hands reached down to
press his face hard against her groin.

   She writhed and shivered her way through the first orgasm her son had
pleasured her with.

   Brendan let his mouth relax but he kept licking her flesh gently until
all movement had ceased.

   "That's enough, darling, you can stop now," she sighed as she lifted his
face from her loins.  "Come up and lay with me, darling.  I want to cuddle
you.  You have been wonderful," she sighed again.

   Brendan was cradled in her arm, his face pushed against a breast that
loomed upwards so close.  He reached up and caressed it.  His mother made
no movement to stop him so he reached over to stroke the other.  His cock
had grown again, and both were aware that he was leaking juices against her
hip.

   "You did things to me I didn't know you could, Danny.  You made me very
excited and it felt wonderful," she whispered happily, caressing the side
of his face.

   "I've never done it before, Mum... Uhm, Mummy," he told her simply. 
"I'm glad you liked it though."

   "You know what?"

   "What?"

   "I'm going to punish you now."

   "Punish me?  Why?  What have I done wrong?  You said it was good." He
was surprised and hurt, thinking he had been a good lover to her.

   "You did do wonderful things to me but I wanted to pleasure you too. 
The problem is that you shot your sperm before I had a chance to do it for
you.  That's very naughty, Danny.  Sex is a two-way street, we pleasure
each other but you just couldn't wait, could you?  You have to learn not to
rush your orgasm, Danny.  I looked forward to showing you how wonderful
girls could make their partners feel so wonderful but you didn't give me
that chance."

   "I... I couldn't help it, Mummy," he explained whispering into her ear
as he laid by her side.

   "Tomorrow is another day.  I was going to use my mouth, do you
understand how?"

   "Yes.  Oh, God yes, please do it.  I'm big again," he pleaded trying to
pull her hand down to his groin but she wouldn't have any of that.

   "Your punishment is that you are forbidden to have another ejaculation
until at least tomorrow and you are forbidden to masturbate.  Do you
understand?"

   "Yes, Mummy," he spoke like a little child.

   "We can still sleep together and you can touch me but no masturbating
yourself." She went to her bureau and brought back a pair of her knickers.
"Just so you don't get the urge, you must wear these, Danny."

   The boy looked at what she was holding out.  It was her own knickers,
pink and silky.  If she had been wearing them it would have aroused the
beast between his legs no end but having to wear them himself was the
height of humiliation.

   "Please, I can't wear those."

   "You either put them on or you go back to your own bedroom.  What's it
to be?"

   He felt so stupid.  The mess he had made earlier now came back to him to
bite.  He had to admit they felt kind of sexy as she slipped them up his
legs and they covered his cock quite nicely.  But having the privilege of
his mother stroking his cock withdrawn was a cruel blow.

   "Don't you dare try to rub yourself against me during the night,
Brendan," she warned.  "And I'll know if you ejaculate into these."

   She laid back and pulled the covers over both of them.  "Brendan?"

   "Yes, Mummy."

   "Thank you for giving me such a lovely orgasm." She smiled at him as she
leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.  "Never thought you'd be
sleeping with your naked mother did you?"

   "No," he smiled then couldn't stop a giggle of satisfaction.  "I'm sorry
for shooting off like that."

   "It will all be forgotten tomorrow, baby.  Now you can feel me all over,
wherever you want.  Just no rubbing your cock against me, remember?"

   "Yes, Mummy, he agreed, a hand already reaching over her to cup a
breast.

   Chapter Twenty-Seven

   Something woke Brendan up.  He wasn't sure what but in the haze of
sleepiness, it took several moments to realise his mother's hand was
cupping his groin and she was moving her hand back and forth ever so
lightly.

   "Mum?...  Mummy," he whispered, half turning towards her.

   "Shh, baby.  Just lay back and enjoy my love for you, sweetheart."

   She felt his penis grow almost instantly.  She held the erection over
his pink silk knickers, gently rubbing.  Then she fished his cock out and
threw the covers off them both.

   "I'm very proud of you, baby.  It's a wonderful cock," she told him then
leaned over to touch it.  "I don't think it will be long before you're
allowed to use it as a man should," she added seriously, then smiled slyly.

   "I... I think I'm going to...," but it was too late.  She felt the first
surge as it raced under her fingers and shot into the air to come splashing
down onto his chest.  She maintained her gentle stroking as his body
shuddered through his orgasm, slowly subsiding until there was just a
dribble that ran down her fingers onto his hairs.

   Once his manhood became soft, she let him go, leaning on an elbow as she
looked seriously into his eyes.  "We're going to have to teach you how to
hold on, aren't we?  Can't having you shoot all your pleasures away so
quickly."

   With a kiss to his cheek, she wiped her hand dry on his bare chest then
sat up on the bed.  It was then that he realised she was still quite naked.
Up to then all his thoughts were on his own pleasures.

   "We've got guests coming over tonight, some pretty girls, quite young. I
think you'll like their company, baby," she said smiling.  "Now you'd
better shower and put my knickers in the laundry."

   "Mummy, I... It was wonderful," he said almost in a whisper.

   "Better than your own hand?"

   "Yes," he agreed sheepishly.

   "You're forbidden to do that, masturbate, I mean, from now on.  You need
to keep your supply of sperm for your lovers, do you understand, baby?"

   He looked at her strangely and simply nodded.



   * * * * *



   "And how was your sleeping partner, my husband?" She asked with a smirk.

   His face reddened.  "Oh, God, Rho, I had a wet dream."

   "What?" she asked incredulously.

   "I felt so bloody stupid.  I woke in the middle of the night shooting
off for all I was worth."

   "Did Molly know?"

   "It was she that woke me up.  I must have cried out or something and she
shook me awake."

   "What did she think about that?"

   "A little frightened, I think.  At first at least, then she sat beside
me, seeing the mess I'd made and went into fits of laughter.  It sort of
hurt a man's dignity."

   Rhona laughed too.  "I can't remember you ever doing that before.  It
must have been an eventful evening."

   "It wasn't so much the eventful evening, it was quite nice," he
explained with a gleam in his eye.  "But it was the dream I had."

   "A dream?  Oh, my poor husband, did you have naughty dreams and with
your beautiful obedient daughter by your side."

   He looked at his wife a little sheepishly.

   "Nicole Kidman gave herself to me," he admitted shyly.

   "Nicole Kidman?  You mean the actress?  Where did she come from?"

   "I have no idea, hon.  It doesn't make sense but..."

   "You'd better tell Mummy all about it, sweetie."

   Jamie's Dream I was somewhere I didn't recognise.  A group people
staying in a resort or something.  I didn't recognise anyone I knew.  I was
going to bed and when I walked into the bedroom a woman was asleep on one
of the beds.  She was laying straight out on her back, her hands to her
sides, her eyes closed.  She was stark naked.  There was no doubt it was
Nicole Kidman, frizzy hair, little puckered nose.  Her tits were
magnificent and she had a bush of golden hair between her legs.  I looked
down at her for quite some time, for the scene took my breath away.  Then I
walked off to my bed across the room as though there was nothing strange
about seeing this beauty sleeping the way she was in the same room as me.
Some time later I woke to find her slipping into my bed, this time she was
wearing some kind of slinky nightdress that floated around her body.  Her
eyes gazed down at me and she smiled, just slightly as though she was
saying everything was alright and that she needed me.  Neither of us said a
word.  As she slid down her nightdress swept up her legs and over her
waist. Now she had no hair on her pussy at all.  It seemed so sexy.  She
laid on her back and never tried to stop my hand reaching down to stroke
her groin.  Her skin was as smooth as silk and she opened her legs to give
me access.  I stroked her pussy lips and over her lower stomach which gave
her little moans of pleasure until she finally opened her legs wider, her
knees pulled up.  It was dark yet I could see everything clearly.  Her
outer lips were prominent with smooth round edges and between those her
labia formed a sharp ridge, clearly defined from her outer lips.  When my
finger stroked her labia it felt like a line of firm rubber, not soft and
pliable.  But the moment my finger ran across the surface, she shuddered
and groaned with obvious pleasures running through her.  Her face turned to
me and she gave that smile she is famous for, sort of sly and happy, then
she nodded her face slowly giving me permission to continue, it seemed. 
Almost instantly she was jerking and moaning and wanting more.  My finger
was stroking her pussy with the lightest of touches yet she was in the
throes of complete sexual excitement.  The moment she climaxed, she took
hold of my hand and clamped it hard against her pussy, holding it there
until all her pleasures had been taken.



   "I think that was when I shot my load." He couldn't look Rhona in the
eyes for several moments.

   "I think you dreamt of your young innocent daughter laying beside you,
you naughty man.  It wasn't Nicole at all."

   "Yes it was but I have no idea why.  I haven't seen her in a movie for
ages."

   "What did you do when you played with Molly?"

   "I think she was happy.  I just jiggled her pussy until she came.  I
gave her two cums, the second one was something to behold.  She was frantic
for it.  Then I cuddled her to sleep until the bloody mess."

   "See, you were imagining what went on earlier but being the upright
daddy that you are, or well, that you were, you replaced her face with your
secret desires for Miss Nicole Kidman."

   He looked into his wife's face, seeing the ever so smart I-told-you-so
look then just shut up.  Maybe she is right, he thought but it bloody well
was Nicole Kidman he told himself.

   "Has she got up yet?"

   "Don't know, she crept back to her own room after I'd created the
world's biggest wet patch."

   "Oh, poor darling," Rhona sympathised with pouted lips and a smile that
was nothing like sympathy.  Then she reminded him of their visitors.

   "Don't forget we've got Rick and Gina and the girls coming over tonight.
Our first Covenant meeting."

   Jamie smiled to himself.

   Chapter Twenty-Eight

   There were doubts, anticipation and silence as the four members of the
Briggs family sat together waiting for their doorbell to ring.

   Rhona looked at her children and saw that Molly was close to tears. 
Rhona was sure the young girl had no idea what she was about to be faced
with, despite having a mother/daughter talk that afternoon.  Except for her
visit with the Mistress, Molly had never undressed in front of anyone
except her parents and their so called `doctor' and that was only in the
last couple of weeks.  Despite the girl's pleadings, Rhona had to warn
Molly of consequences of not obeying.  Molly knew none of the males were
allowed to have real sex with her, not just yet at least, but she knew she
was going to have to please any of the men who chose to play with her body.


   It could be her Daddy, her brother or Mr.  Jensen whom she had never met
before, or so she thought.  And then there were all the girls and Mrs
Jensen.  The very thought of having to do sex things with other girls
seemed absolutely abhorrent.

   A pleading look towards her mother gave her little comfort for she could
see anticipation all over her mother's face.  And the same was seen in both
her father's and brother's faces too.

   Brendan was ecstatic.  Here were three girls his own age about to visit
who were supposed to do whatever he wished.  He couldn't believe his good
fortune.

   Then the bell rang.  Molly squeaked and Rhona left them to usher the
guests in.

   "Hi, Lover," Gina grinned at Rhona then opened her arms and the two
women hugged each other, kissing deeply.

   Rhona saw Rick over Gina's shoulder, looking like the cat that ate the
cream.  "Hello, Rick," she said happily, kissing him on the cheek as the
two women parted.

   Three pairs of eyes watched on, young faces smiling with excitement. 
Rhona couldn't help but notice they seemed to be wearing very little.

   "Come on in and meet the rest of my troupe.  I'd better tell you Molly
isn't all that happy but she'll do what she's told.  I guess she'll be your
toy tonight, Rick.  I think Gina has her eyes on me, at least for a while.
And just remember, no fuckee Molly, alright?"

   "Yes, Ma'am," he saluted.

   Introductions were made and Gina completed it by introducing her three
daughters.  This sweetheart is our eldest, Sally, she's fifteen.  Say
hello, darling."

   "Hello all," she smiled, curtsied then as she stood, lifted the front of
her frock to display her naked hairless vulva.  Having suitably surprised
the Briggs family she dropped her skirt and ran to sit beside Jamie.

   "Hello, I'm Marie and I'm fourteen.  Mummy says I've got nice titties,"
she gushed with obvious joy as she cupped her smallish mounds.

   "I'm the baby `cos I'm just twelve but I've got hairs on my pussy," she
giggled and lifted her smock up so high they could also see the makings of
her juvenile boobs.  She too ran to Jamie and sat on his knee, making the
grown man blush furiously.  "Hi, my name's Alisha.  I like you, Brendan."

   Marie sidled across to reach out and take Brendan's hand.  The boy
looked across to Marie's mother, then to his own then to Marie herself and
smiled at her a little sheepishly.

   There seemed to be an instant rise in murmurings as various members
began to speak to each other.  "I think Champers is in order right now,"
Jamie suggested and with the two girls at his side, moved to the sideboard
and popped the cork, pouring glasses for all, including the children.

   Much excitement came as they tasted the bubbly drinks, rubbing their
noses where the bubbles sprayed up.

   Gina and Rhona held each other around their waists and Rhona set the
tone for the evening.  My darling Gina and I will be wending our way to my
bedroom.  Jamie why don't you take your two little friends to Brendan's
room.  Molly you can show Rick how nice your room is, can't you?"

   "Mummy, can I talk to you," Molly asked quietly, trying not to let
anyone else hear.

   "Not now darling.  You go with Rick.  I think you might have some
questions for him anyway.  Just do as he says, remember?"

   Molly looked at Rick then nodded her agreement and they left hand in
hand although Molly didn't seem to be happy at all.

   Jamie and the two girls had already left and Brendan stood still,
wondering what he was supposed to do.  He finally caught his mother's eye.
"Oh, Brendan, don't look so unhappy.  Alisha will look after you.  Just
remember you can't put your cock inside but you can do anything else.  I'm
sure she'll show you how nice having a girlfriend can be."

   With that, the two mothers slipped towards their rendezvous.

   Chapter Twenty Nine

   "Oh God, sweetie, I feel so sexy," Rhona admitted as she began to undo
Gina's clothes.  Gina reciprocated and they were both soon quite naked,
hands and lips running over every inch of the other's body.

   "Come to bed and fuck me, darling," Gina pleaded as she pulled her lover
onto the bed.  "Make me cum quick because I want to peek in on the others."

   "Gina Jensen, you're a peeping Tom."

   "Nah, I'm a peeping Tomasina," she giggled back.  "Aren't you curious to
see the others at work?"

   "Yes but not until we've loved each other.  I do love the way you make
me feel, lover."



   They had no idea how long their pleasuring took but when it was over and
they finally surfaced from their after-pleasure daydreams, Rhona squeaked
as she saw Molly and Rick, spying on them from the door.

   They were both naked, at least Molly was and Rick's top was.  He was
holding the girl back against him, his hands cupping her small breasts,
gently massaging them.  Molly wasn't trying to pull away but the look on
her face showed she was embarrassed beyond her wildest nightmares.

   "Well, hello there, my two chums," Gina welcomed them.  "Come on in and
join the party."

   Molly was pushed rather than came of her own accord.

   "Did you two have a nice time together?"

   "I did," Rick smiled with a gleam in his eye.  "I think my love girl did
too because she did a lot of moaning and I don't think it was from pain."

   "You didn't fuck her, did you?" Gina asked, looking hard at her husband.

   "No... No, he didn't," Molly gushed, her face covered in a bright red
blush.

   "No, of course I didn't.  But I think Molly learned some things about
cocks, didn't you, darling?"

   Rhona's eyes never left her daughter.  She could see Molly wanted to say
something but seemed unable to.

   "What's the matter, baby?" She asked her daughter.

   The young girl pulled away and knelt by the bed beside her mother.

   "Mummy, it's Dr.  Jenkins.  He made me..." Then she burst into tears.

   "Oh, what nasty things did you do to her, Rick?" Gina asked.

   "He... he made me... Oh, it was awful," the youngster cried between
sobs.

   "Tell me, baby.  It wasn't all that bad, was it?" Rhona urged the girl
to explain.

   "He made me suck his... his penis and squirted it all over my face,"

   "Is that all?  My goodness, I thought he must have raped you, darling,"
Gina told her with a smile.  "Men do things like that, baby.  It sort of
makes them feel powerful.  Don't let it bother you, honey.  Most men want
that sometimes."

   "But... But then he made me... He made me wipe the stuff into my mouth.
All the goo that was dripping down my face."

   The two women glanced at each other and found it most difficult not to
laugh.

   "Did he give you some pleasure too, darling?" Rhona whispered
conspiratorially.

   Molly could only nod her face.

   "Was it nice?  I mean, really nice?"

   "Yes," she whispered unable to look up at any of the adults.

   "So you really had a good time then?"

   Molly's eyes rose to her mother's face then up to Rick's.  "I... I
suppose so," she admitted a little less self-consciously.

   "And his sperm didn't poison you?"

   She shook her head then looked at her mother.  "Of course not."

   There seemed to be an easing of tensions all around.

   "I think you'd better come over here and give Aunt Gina a nice cuddle,
baby.  You can watch Uncle Rick giving your Mum a nice fuck.  What do you
say?"

   The youngster finally stood and quietly padded around the bed.  She
noticed Rick's cock had risen from the half-mast stand it had been in for
some time.

   "It looks like your lucky day, Dr.  Rick," Rhona giggled as she held her
hand out to help Rick onto the bed.

   Molly's eyes opened wide as she watched her mother stroke his erection
for several minutes then gently take the growing snake between her lips.

   "Not your average type of bear," she mimicked.  "Oh, I mean, larger than
the average, baby," she corrected herself with another laugh.  "Show Mama
how you can please me with this nasty thing, sailor."

   Molly's eyes never left the large erection as she watched him kneel
between her mother's legs then slowly push himself into her waiting
entrance.  Molly didn't even notice Gina's hand sneak between her legs and
start to manipulate the girl's clitoris.  All her attention centred on the
couple beside her.

   She saw her mother give a gasp of appreciation as the connection became
complete.  She saw a look between the two lovers as he slowly withdrew and
then pressed downwards again.  She saw one of his hands cup her mother's
breast, tweaking the nipple before he had to use both hands to push himself
upwards again.  She saw the way his hips rose while his face remained close
to her mother's, as they gave each other a peck on the lips.  She saw her
mother's hands wrap around his neck and back, pulling his body down on top
of her while his hips thrust up and down.  She saw just a glance of penis
as it dove back into her mother's body.

   She heard the whimpers of pleasure and the groan from the man on top. 
She saw her mother's legs clamp around his hips, her heels pulling his body
down against hers.  It seemed as though all this was happening in slow
motion, so intense was her mind as she saw for the very first time, the act
of copulation between man and woman.

   Then she felt Gina's hand.

   "Look at me now, darling.  I want to make love to you," Gina whispered,
pulling the girl's face to hers and kissing the youngster passionately.  So
passionately that it took Molly's breath away.  So passionately that she
couldn't refuse to press her lips to the other woman.

   "Lay on your back, darling.  I'm going to make love to you," Gina
whispered.

   What was happening beside them meant nothing to either Molly or Gina as
Molly watched Gina crawl down then turn to look up into the girl's face
from between her wide-spread knees.  When Gina placed her lips over Molly's
vagina, the girl actually shuddered, not from an impending climax but from
the fact that what was happening was the most fantastic feeling she had
ever experienced.

   The experience of the older woman soon brought the youngster to realise
things were happening deep inside her groin that made her aware of what was
to come.

   Molly spread her knees wider, raising her knees and heels offering her
all to the ministrations of her new lover.  She reached down with her hands
to touch the woman's head.  Yes, that's wonderful she was trying to
indicate but no words came, just faster, deeper breathing as her climax
began to rise.

   Just as Rhona began to moan and cry out from Rick's attentions, so too
was Molly feeling the same intensity of arousal.

   Molly shuddered and cried out as the fires in her loins overflowed and
she felt a woman's greatest pleasures rain through her whole mind.  Her
mother joined just seconds later, shrieking in high-pitched thrills as Rick
exploded himself deep inside Rhona's sheath.



   * * * * *



   Molly couldn't remember much after that.  It became a daze of colours, a
saturation of her mind.  She couldn't remember being ushered into the
bathroom and showering with her mother.  She had to take her mother's word
for it later.

   It wasn't until after the visitors had left for home that Molly began to
take notice of her surroundings.

   Brendan was sitting beside her, far too closely for her comfort.  Then
she realised he was cuddling her, stroking her thigh under her skirt.  Oh,
God, thank goodness she was dressed she thought.

   She heard her parents talking.

   "They were incredible, Rhona," her father was saying.

   "I'll bet they were, hon.  Did you return the pleasures?"

   "Of course.  I gave both of them an orgasm," he was saying in a voice
that was almost laughter.

   "You mean you poked them all the way to..."

   "No, I guess I didn't achieve that.  They were like eels, so slippery
and so smooth," he explained then went silent.

   "So who did you do first?"

   He remained silent for several moments.  "Well, it was sort of like what
did they do.  I didn't have much say, really."

   "You'd better give me the details, baby.  I'm all ears."

   So too were the kids who had sat together to hear their father's story.
Brendan had stopped touching his sister and both leaned closer to listen.

   "The moment we got into the bedroom they stripped themselves naked.  Now
it's nice to see Molly like that but these two were different.  They
grinned like Cheshire Cats and I had no say in what was going to happen. 
Marie, she's fourteen, had perfectly developed breasts..."

   "You can call them tits, Hon," his wife grinned.

   "Well even before I was undressed she was rubbing her tits all over me,
urging me to fuck her.  Truly, that's what she was saying, really
suggestive.  Alisha once she was naked, stated to rub me through my clothes
then as soon as Marie had slid my pants down she had my... my cock between
her lips.  She was no amateur, believe me.  Twelve years old and a pro at
cock sucking."

   "So you didn't get to poke them then?  Poor dear."

   "Yes I did, well for a while.  Well sort of poked them.  They had me on
my back and they were riding me.  I wanted it around the other way but
didn't stand a chance.  Between lots of giggling each one rode me for a
short time then hopped off to let the other have a go."

   "You didn't last long, did you?"

   Another silence then he shook his head.  "No, not long.  Actually It was
Marie who won the contest for that's what they were doing.  I really think
they had some sort of bet on who would get my load."

   "Oh, my poor darling," Rhona giggled with glee.  "It wasn't your night,
was it?"

   "As soon as Marie rolled off, the youngster clamped her mouth over her
sister's snatch and sucked my cum out.  They took quite a time to do that
and I think Marie had an orgasm but I wasn't sure."

   "So?"

   "Well, after she let her sister go, Alisha then turned her attention on
me and sucked me clean too.  I wasn't very big by then."

   Brendan couldn't stop the loud laugh that came out before he realised he
had even opened his mouth.

   "Be quiet, son," his mother demanded brusquely.  Then continued, "Go on,
babe."

   "Well... It's sort of embarrassing."

   "Out with it.  Just remember, you kids, this is private & stays between
just us, understood?" Rhona warned.  Neither Molly nor Brendan agreed but
they knew the rules.

   "It took little Alisha nearly an hour to encourage my cock to rise
again."

   "I hope you gave back as good as you got, Jamie.  That's the rules, you
know."

   "Course I did," he replied in an exaggerated voice that no-one really
believed him.

   "You'd better finish your tale, babe but make sure there's not too much
exaggeration, OK?'

   "Well I sort of helped her to blow off steam.  As soon as I was hard,
she rolled onto her back and pulled herself wide open.  God, Rho, she was
twelve years old but she knew exactly what to do.  Her eyes invited me so I
pushed myself inside.  It was magic.  She kept whispering things, like, `Do
it, daddy, fuck your little girl," and "I'm a dirty girl, yes poke your
cock real hard."

   The two children couldn't help themselves, they got the giggles and
couldn't stop.

   "It's alright for you two," their father grumbled, "but I've never had
the chance to do that stuff with a young girl like that.  It was
incredible." Then getting back to his story, "I began to push and pull back
and felt Marie slip her hand between us and begin to wiggle Alisha's sex.
They knew exactly what to do."

   "Did you cum, dear?"

   "Yes, eventually but I was worn out.  I think they took pity on me
because Marie started to play with my balls as well as attend to her
sister's needs.  That was what pushed me over.  It was very, very nice
though.  God, I hope we get together again."

   "You're a dirty old man," Rhona accused, "but I still love you,
sweetie," she added.

   They sat in silence for several minutes then Molly asked, "Mummy, could
we have a talk later.  I mean in my room."

   "Sure, darling, as soon as we get off to bed if you'd like."

   "You want Mum to feel you up again, don't you?" Brendan piped up
sarcastically.

   "You just be nice to your sister, boy," his father warned with meaning.

   It made the boy snatch his hand off his sister's thigh.  He cursed
silently because he had almost reached right to the top.



   "Are you upset, baby," Rhona asked as she sat beside Molly on her bed.

   The girl sat with her face looking downwards.  "No, I don't suppose I
am," she began.

   "So if what happened tonight isn't troubling you, what is, darling?"

   "Well sometimes it just doesn't seem right having to let everyone... do
things to me.  It's nice, it makes me feel... Well, it excites me, it's
nice.  But can I sleep in my room on my own.  I mean, sometimes if I have
to sleep with Daddy that's fine.  I like the things he does to me."

   "He likes the things you do to him, believe me, darling."

   "But it's Brendan.  He keeps trying to... Well, he keeps trying to feel
me up, my boobs and my pussy.  And he laughs because he thinks he owns me
or something."

   "Was he doing that tonight?"

   "Yes."

   Rhona thought for a moment.  "What if we make your room off-limits to
him?  Just him, mind you.  Daddy can visit whenever he wants to and you
must do whatever he wants, understood?"

   Molly looked into her mother's face.  "You mean I can refuse to let
Brendan do anything?"

   "Hmm, it isn't that easy, baby.  Once we become members of the Covenant,
you won't be able to refuse him at all.  But until then, yes, I think he
has to learn a little decorum.  But there will be times when you are sent
to his room and then you will have to open your legs, as wide as he wants.
Do you understand that, dear?"

   "But I will have time to myself, alone in my room?"

   "Yes, I think you deserve that.  Of course, that doesn't stop you
crawling into bed with Daddy or me.  We'll welcome you with open arms."

   Molly hugged her mother for several minutes, just enjoying her touch and
thankful that she had got Brendan banned from her room.  She had her own
space back at last..

   Chapter Thirty

   Rhona walked into Brendan's room without knocking to find the boy
sitting the edge of his bed, masturbating into a cloth.

   "Mum," he cried in horror.

   "I can't believe you're doing that, Brendan.  For God's sake, what have
you been doing all evening?  Didn't Sally give you any cums?"

   The boy had never heard his mother speak like that before.  It was bad
enough getting caught looking at porn on his computer but this was so
humiliating.

   "Mum, I ..." He couldn't think of anything to say but he desperately
tried to hide the cloth he was still holding.

   "What is that, Brendan?  You were jerking off into it weren't you?"

   "It was... It was nothing, Mum," he tried to sound innocent but his face
was bright red and his endeavours to throw the cloth behind his bed failed
dismally.

   Rhona scooped it up and opened it out.  "Who's are these, Brendan?

   "Uhm,..."

   "Who's panties are these Brendan.  Are they Molly's?"

   The boy was near to tears as he shook his head.

   "They're not mine then so who?"

   "Sally gave them to me," he admitted.

   "She actually gave them to you or you stole them; which is it?"

   "No... She really did give them to me, Mum.  She said they were my
reward after I helped her to... You know?"

   "You actually gave Sally an orgasm?"

   "Uhm, yes.  In fact I gave her two and I thought it might have been
three but I wasn't sure and I wasn't game to ask her."

   Rhona looked on her son with greater pride than she had ever felt for
the boy.

   "I think you'd better tell me all about it then.  No need to get dressed
baby.  I don't mind seeing my grown up boy sporting a nice hard-on."

   "Oh, shit, Mum, I never thought..."

   "Lots of things have changed, hasn't they, baby?" She smiled back at
him. "Well, you've seen me starkers and I've seen you so I guess there's no
embarrassment any more, is there?  Now did you enjoy your time with Sally?"

   He dropped his head, not so much embarrassed because he realised the
whole family had just finished having sex fun.  It was that he didn't know
how to explain what happened in his room.

   "She...," He began with a deep sigh.  "When we got into my room, she
made me sit on the bed and then while she stood in front of me, she started
to take her clothes off.  I couldn't believe it, Mum."

   "But it excited you?"

   "Yeah... A real lot.  She had a smile on her face and kept asking me
things, like had I seen a naked girl before, had I fucked a girl... She
actually asked that."

   "And you were embarrassed because you had to say no?"

   "No, I didn't even answer.  She just kept saying these real dirty
things. She wanted to know if I had even had a blow job.  God all I knew
about that was what the kids at school laughed about but I never thought...
Anyway, once she got down to her underwear, it was just a bra and panties,
she stood still and silent for a long time.  Then she looked real serious
and asked me if I wanted her to take anything else off."

   "Oh, poor boy.  I guess being such a good boy you told her she didn't
need to do that."

   "No, I didn't say that," he said in all innocence then saw the smile on
his mother's face and smiled himself.  "Actually all I could do was nod my
head.  My mouth didn't seem to work."

   "So you enjoyed the rest of the evening then.  How many cums did she
give you?"

   "Two," he admitted nervously.

   "How?"

   "This is really embarrassing, Mum.  I've never talked to you like this
before."

   "We've never done things like this before.  You can always say you don't
want any more of this, baby.  I'll understand." She explained knowing full
well what his response was going to be.

   "No, no I do want to do this, Mum.  I loved it, really I did," he
assured her almost pleadingly.

   "Then let me guess.  She sucked you off once and the second time... Well
I'd say it was better than just her hand.  I'll bet she let you fuck her
titties.  Am I close?"

   "Did she tell you?" The boy gasped in surprise.

   "No, but I always thought that young lady was very inventive.  Which one
did you like best?"

   "Oh, God," he groaned.  "I don't know.  They were both fantastic."

   "What if I offered you the choice right now, which one would you
choose?"

   "You?  Would you?"

   "Which one?"

   Brendan's face said it all.  He was perplexed.  He wanted both but knew
he mightn't get either if he tried that.  "I... I think I'd like... Uhm,
I'd like your tits, Mum."

   "Good, then when it's your turn to sleep with me again, that's what it
will; be.  Something to look forward to, isn't it?"

   Brendan's anticipation faded in that split second and his mother laughed
inwardly.

   "Now there's one rule, no two rules I'm giving you tonight, baby.  Don't
ever try breaking, just listen.  Rule Number one: You must never masturbate
from this moment on.  I don't think you'll find it necessary because we are
being inducted into the Covenant next weekend.  Then you'll have all the
females you could ever need to make you happy.  But until then, you are not
allowed to have even one orgasm.  If we catch you out, you will be beaten
so hard, I promise you won't be able to sit down for a week."

   "Aw, shit, that's not fair."

   "Not even one, Brendan.  If you have such a great need come and talk to
me but not one, understand?"

   "Yes, Mum."

   "Rule Number two: Molly's room is off-limits to you until after your
induction.  There will be changes after that time but we will tell you
about those later.  Do you understand that rule too?"

   "Yes."

   "Good, then I'll let you get to bed.  You look all pooped out anyway."

   She pecked him on the cheek with a motherly kiss then left him alone.

   Chapter Thirty One

   Rhona held the phone to her ear.  "Hello."

   "Hello, Lover," Gina said with an obvious lilt in her voice.

   "Hello my dearest," Rhona responded with a similar hint of love.

   "Just called to say we all loved last night.  Rick was out of his mind
after having Molly and then you to fuck at last.  I think I have a rival
that I'm not sure how to fight."

   "You could always rape me, darling," Rhona suggested with a giggle.

   "The girls had just as much fun, believe me.  They want to get together
again, real soon."

   "So do my boys, actually.  Not that Molly hated it, in fact she did
enjoy her feelings, it's just that she hasn't quite come to terms with the
need to offer herself like that.  But she'll learn soon enough."

   "You heard about your induction?"

   "Yes, how did you know?"

   "Oh, we all know.  We're all invited.  We even know who gets to fuck you
two girls," Gina added suggestively.

   "You do?  Who?"

   "Not allowed to tell but you'll find out.  It's quite exciting, going
through all the rituals, especially for the females.  The males are not
required to perform as much as you and Molly will have to but I can't say
anything else.  I just wanted to tell you it will be exciting and
pleasurable.  You'll get to see some of the weird things the boys get up
to."

   "Oh, shit, Gina, you're scaring me."

   "I promise it won't be scary, baby, so don't fret.  However I thought I
might let you in on a couple of secrets for later.  Because we have already
met with you guys, we are excluded from any of the first fucks."

   "What does that mean?"

   "You know very well.  The Master gets to fuck Molly and the Mistress
gets to fuck Brendan.  Other men get to fuck you and other women get to
fuck Jamie."

   "What do you mean, other men...?  That's plural.  How can other men fuck
me all at once?"

   "Oh, the innocence of the initiates," Gina sighed.  "How many holes do
you have to offer?"

   "Oh, shit, are those on offer as well?"

   "Very one by the time the night's over.  It's not fair, Someone gets to
perform buggery on me while the men only get their cock's fucked."

   "That's what the men think, darling.  Jamie and Brendan might be in for
a surprise.  But I can't say anything else," she added quickly.  "Oh, God
please don't even hint anything to Jamie.  I could get myself severely
punished."

   Rhona was silent for a moment.  "The secret, whatever it is, is safe
with me, babe."

   "What I really wanted to tell you were about a couple of the other men.
Because we've already visited you, we can't get together again until the
other three families have you to their places.  When you go you all have to
do what the head of the house demands.  A couple of those guys are a bit
weird so I thought I'd better fill you in."

   "Weird?  You mean dangerous?"

   "No not dangerous.  They all have the same rules as you've been given.
No breaking of skin or bones and that kind of stuff.  But you'll find Ben
Fellows will only invite the females to his place.  At the same time he
sends his girls to males of the other family."

   "So he can do things he wouldn't do if Jamie was with me?"

   "No, not really.  But you and Molly will be invited on the second day of
your periods.  One of you will have to have a period or he won't want you
to visit."

   "Oh, God, why?"

   "Can't you guess?"

   "He wouldn't want to... Surely he wouldn't...?"

   "Wouldn't what?" Rhona could hear the humour in her voice.

   "He bloody wants to fuck us then."

   "Bingo."

   "The next bit isn't so pleasant."

   "Can you tell me?"

   "You can imagine the mess that's left afterwards, he makes sure you
don't wear any sanitary protection before you go, and his poor wife has co
clean you up.  With her mouth," she added by way of explanation."

   "Oh, my God, how could she do that."

   "She's been doing it for years.  I don't think she cares.  But there's
worse."

   "What?" Rhona asked sure she didn't want to know.

   "You get to clean his cock."

   Rhona dropped the phone.  It just slipped from her hand and nearly
deafened Gina as it hit the floor.

   "I couldn't."

   "You'd have to.  I've done it just a couple of times but he rather likes
my girls to do it instead.  I think he loves watching their faces as he
pushed their face against the mess."

   "That's really sick, Gina."

   "I promise you that you'll get a very satisfying orgasm though.  I read
somewhere that women are at their most sexy during menstruation.  I know I
do and his cock does do wonders for a girl."

   "The price of pleasure, eh?" That sent Gina into hysterics.

   "Very good, lover.  What are you wearing."

   "Just my nightie."

   "Take it off."

   "What?"

   "Take the damn thing off, make yourself naked."

   "Are you naked?"

   "Yes.  Now rub yourself, rub your clit and give me a cum over the
phone."

   Rhona giggled this time.  "I've never in my life done phone sex.  You
are a demon, Baby."

   "Make sure you moan a lot.  I'll let you know when I'm close too."

   It didn't take Rhona long at all.  She had rarely masturbated but this
was the most sexy feeling she had in years.  "Uh, Oh, Gin... I... I'm
cumming, arrrgh," she cried and fell back onto the bed.  Moments later she
heard Gina's moans as well.  They were silent for several minutes but each
could hear the other's heavy breathing as they cane down from their
ecstasy.

   "You still there?" Rhona finally asked.

   "Yeah, just," was the response.

   "You're insatiable, Gina."

   "I know.  Can't help it."

   "We're both bitches, using our kids for our own pleasure," Rhona
confessed, "but I don't want it to stop."

   "Believe me, babe, they are enjoying it all just as much as you.  Look,
I need to tell you about Izador Borack too."

   "Oh, hell, what does that bastard want?"

   "He treats his family pretty harshly.  You remember his daughter, of
course."

   "Yes, I've never seen anything so dreadful."

   "He's not usually as bad but he does treat them harshly.  He has a
basement that's made up like a medieval torture chamber."

   "Oh, shit, I refuse to..."

   "No, not you, but he does use it on his wife and kids from time to time.
He'll probably put on a show when you go there the first time.  One of the
kids will usually get her twenty strokes while you watch or even help.  Do
not object.  That's the worst.  Just watch and afterwards you'll all get
fucked together.  He likes group stuff.  By the way, he's one of the
Master's closest friends.  His kids got fucked by the Master early on,
offered as a present just as his wife was.  That was before the Master
married.  In my humble opinion, I'd suggest you never complain to the
Master about Izador's practices."

   "Maybe that's good advice, lover.  I'll remember it.  Now what are we
supposed to do for next weekend?"

   "Oh, you'll be given instructions.  It will be nice, I promise.  I
remember our first night.  It was incredible, just anticipate it with
pleasure.  I recommend it.  Gotta go now babe.  Rick is calling me `Molly'
and he wants a blow job.  Bye."

   Chapter Thirty Two

   Rhona & Jamie sat reading the latest information they had just received.

   "It's this weekend, baby," Rhona said in a quiet voice.

   "Let's read it again and try to take in what it all means," Jamie
suggested.

   So in silence they read.

   TO THE BRIGGS FAMILY Your initiation is scheduled for the coming
weekend, beginning on Friday evening and being completed on Sunday at
midnight.

   The timing will not be changed.

   The older woman will be devoid of pubic hair.

   Be ready to embark on your journey at 6:00pm precisely.  Failure to meet
this schedule will negate your membership forever.

   Your apparel will be delivered later in the week.  Absolutely nothing
else is to be brought with you.

   Once on your journey, there is no turning back and you will obey any
instruction given by any member of this Group.

   You will not remove your blindfolds until instructed.

   No form sexual activity will be carried out by any member of your family
from this moment on until you are formally inducted.

   No-one can refuse any instruction from this moment on.

   Ensure that the female's lower entrances have been fully lubricated
before your journey begins.

   No information will be given to the sibling members except for the
dressing and the beginning of the journey.

   May your joy be ours.



   "Oh, God, what are we getting ourselves into," Rhona gasped after she
had read the terse message a second time.

   "It means, my dear that we still have a choice."

   "What does that mean?"

   "Well, if you want to, you can chose not to meet the beginning of the
journey.  Then I'm sure we won't be contacted again."

   She looked at her husband with a serious query.  "Don't you want to do
it, Jamie?"

   "I thought it was you who was having second thoughts."

   "No... I mean... It all sounds so very sexy, don't you think?  And if we
didn't go ahead, we might lose Gina and her girls."

   "Not to mention Rick," he said looking into her face wryly.

   "Do you want to not join, Jamie?"

   "No.  I mean, I do want to go ahead, damn it all, who wouldn't?  All
those beautiful young bodies, ours for the taking."

   "At the expense of Molly and Brendan," Rho reminded him.

   "I see that as a plus.  They will grow up knowing everything there is to
know about sex and sharing."

   "I'm so sexy I want to fuck right now, baby.  Do you think we could and
then become celibate?"

   "I think the Master would know as soon as he saw us.  He seems to know
how to read our minds, did you ever feel that?" Jamie asked

   "Yes, I did.  You're right.  Then we'd better tell the children and let
matters take their course."



   The next excitement came on the Thursday when a large package was
delivered.

   "Let's wait until the kids get home from school," Rhona suggested.  "It
will help them to know we are in this together."

   "What's in it?" Brendan asked, a glow of excitement in his eyes.

   "You'd better open it and see," Jamie suggested.

   As Brendan pulled the tape off and opened the lid, they found four
identical boxes inside.

   "This one has your name on it, Dad."

   "Here's mine," Molly said with excitement.

   They each held their boxes, looking around to see what to do next.

   "I think we should open them in our rooms," Rhona suggested and the two
children rushed off before she had completed the sentence.

   Arm in arm, Rhona and Jamie closed their bedroom door and both opened
their boxes together.

   Rhona found something pure white and as she lifted it, she saw it was a
nightgown of the smoothest silk, at the same time being opaque so she could
see through the layers.  "I... I think it's more like a robe," she
exclaimed as she lifted it higher.  There's nothing to hold it together
except for a clip right at the top."

   She looked across at Jamie and saw a questioning look on his face.

   "What is it, babe?"

   "I don't know," he said lifting it up for Rhona to see.  It was black
and obviously silk as well but not see through as her gown was.  But it
wasn't a gown at all.  "Oh, God," he sighed.  "It's a skirt."

   Rhona looked bewildered.  "A Skirt?  Maybe that was for Molly."

   "I don't think so," he said.  "It has a waistband and it's not very
long. This is what the boys wear when they are ready to use what's
underneath."

   "What's underneath?" she asked expecting to see some kind of underpants.

   "My cock.  That's what's underneath.  There's only this in the box
anyway," he said holding up what was obviously the blindfold mentioned in
the instructions.

   Rhona got the giggles and she couldn't stop for quite some time.  "It
does make it convenient, doesn't it?" She suggested as the tears flowed
down her cheeks.  "Put it on and let me see."

   "No, it's embarrassing."

   "You're going to have to tomorrow anyway.  Go on, put your dress on for
mummy, baby."

   She stood watching as he foolishly slipped the silky thing up his legs.

   "Oh, sweetie, it fits... but only just though," she added as the outline
of his cock pushing the front outwards became obvious.  "At least it's not
see through."

   "But it's bloody well see under," he grimaced desperately trying to
deflate his protuberance.

   "Maybe it's to teach you how to keep your erection under control."

   "Or possibly to give you women easy access," he suggested with a smile
this time.  Then he looked at her.  "Go on, then.  Model yours."

   She held it up again and saw it was exactly as she had expected.  She
unclipped the front, slipped her arms into the sleeves and re-did the clip.

   "Oh, my God, you look incredible," he gasped as he saw his wife in a
totally different light.  Yes, he could see her body through the wispy silk
although it wasn't defined.  Her breasts were covered but could be easily
exposed by brushing the garment aside.  "You look angelic, baby," he
whispered in admiration.

   He took her in his arms and they kissed, gently, lovingly.  Finally she
backed away.  Let's not get your juices over our new gear, hon," she
explained.

   "How do you think Molly is going?"

   "Maybe I should go and check," she said.



   She didn't knock, something she had not done for several days now and
Molly had never objected.  This time Molly cried out and tried to cover
herself.

   "Mummy, no, don't come in," she gasped, her face flushed red.

   "I'm already in, baby.  What's the problem?"

   "N... Nothing I guess," the girl almost whimpered.  "I... I can see
myself, I mean everything in the mirror."

   Rhona stood the girl before the mirror and looked.  Molly looked back.

   "We're twins, darling.  See," she said, pointing to the images before
them.  They wore identical gowns except that Molly's was a smaller size. 
The image before them took their breaths away.  They both looked beautiful.
Rhona smiled into the mirror at the girl's stunned face.

   "We... We have the same dresses," Molly stammered.  "But Mummy, mine's
open all the way down," she explained, opening her gown just slightly.

   "So's mine," Rhona said showing Molly it was true.

   "We really are naked, aren't we?  There's no undies."

   "I don't think undies would be appropriate for what's going to happen to
us tomorrow night, baby, do you?"

   Molly gasped as she realised the significance of those words.

   "Is...?  Am I?  Am I going to have sex.  Mummy?"

   "It would be a sheer miracle if you didn't, Molly.  Didn't you realise
The Master and Mistress are leaders of a group that enjoys sex together? 
Surely you knew that baby, especially after what happened when Gina and her
family came over last weekend."

   "Yes... Yes, I did know.  I knew when I visited the Mistress... It's
just that it seems so... so...?"

   "So close now?"

   "Yes."

   "Are you frightened?"

   The young girl was silent for many seconds.  "I don't think so.  It's
just that I don't know..."

   "What it will feel like?"

   She nodded.

   "You liked the way sex makes your body excited when you have orgasms,
didn't you?"

   "Yes," she whispered.

   "It's even better than that, darling.  And my guess is that the whole
weekend will be filled with wondrous times."

   "Will it?  You mean sexual wondrous times?"

   "Nothing more wondrous than sex times, darling.  You'll soon know that."

   "It's weird, isn't it?  The way we talk these days.  Only a couple of
weeks ago I'd be too embarrassed."

   "And now you're not?"

   "Oh, it's still embarrassing but I'm beginning to realise that doing
things with others is really nice."

   "Just make sure you never miss taking your Pill at night.  We don't want
you pregnant, do we?"

   "Pregnant?" she almost squealed.  "I won't, will I?"

   "Not as long as you never miss one of your Pills."

   It seemed to Rhona that certain things were slowly sinking into the
young girl's mind.

   "Oh, I hope I never do," she agreed.

   "What, miss your Pill or get pregnant?"

   "Both," she said seriously then began to smile.

   After a while, Molly held up two things, one Rhona knew about, the
blindfold and the other, a square of padded material, maybe 30cm across.

   "The first one I can't tell you about but you'll find out tomorrow
night. And this one," she took hold of the square and then realised exactly
what it was.  "Oh, yes I do understand now.  I can't tell you about this
either but you'll definitely need it sometime during the weekend, probably
tomorrow night."

   "But what are they?"

   "Let it be a surprise, baby.  I have to go and see Brendan now.  Just
put your new gear away carefully.  We must be ready by 6 o'clock tomorrow
evening without fail.  You must remember that.  Good night, dear."

   "Night, Mummy."

   "Remember, no tickling your pussy tonight.  Promise?"

   "Yes."



   Brendan had become accustomed to his mother coming without knocking but
this time was highly embarrassing.

   "Oh, Brendan, dear, Is that your cock poking out from under your dress?"
She asked coyly.

   "Mum," he gurgled, trying to cover his erection.

   "No need to cover up, baby.  Your father's wearing the same thing."

   "He is?  Oh, thank God.  I thought I had Molly's stuff.  It's a dress,
Mum.  Why do I have to wear this?"

   "Time will tell, Danny, but do you want to know what I think?"

   "Yes."

   "You do know this group we're going to join tomorrow night, has sex with
each other, don't you?"

   "Hot damn, of course I do," he said with almost happiness.

   "What could be easier for men than wear something like that?"

   "But... Mum, they told us men don't do sex stuff together."

   "But men do sex stuff with all the ladies."

   He thought for a moment.  "You mean...?  Oh, shit, I'll always be ready
to..." He sat back on the bed, shaking his head, not in disbelief but for
the fact that he hadn't thought of something so simple.  "Will we always
wear this then?"

   "We haven't been told anything, baby.  But I'm sure the thought of what
might happen tomorrow night won't make a difference, will it?"

   He thought for another moment.  "Will we get a chance to fuck," he asked
hesitantly.

   "You mean, you and me?"

   "Mmm."

   "You've got a dirty mind," she told him with a grin.  "But the answer
is, almost certainly.  Why do you ask?  Would you prefer not to, Danny?"

   He glanced towards his mother.  Was she joking?

   "I... I think I would like to Mum.  Would you mind?"

   "Maybe you'd better ask your Dad that question.  I mean if you did use
my body for your sexual pleasures," she said, stringing out her answer. 
"If you did, that might make you my husband so what do you think Dad would
say about that?  He's a big man, you know."

   Brendan tried to push his head deeper between his shoulder blades. 
"Would he fight me?"

   "No," she answered as though she was thinking seriously.  "No, he'd
probably be the one who's holding my legs well apart while you were doing
it."

   "Would he?" He asked seriously.

   "No, you dopey kid.  But if our new Master gave you permission to use
me, you Dad wouldn't object at all," she answered as she smiled into his
face.

   "What's this for, Mum?" He held up what Rhona took to be a blindfold,
the same as hers and Molly's only Brendan's was black.

   "Maybe we'll find out tomorrow.  Just don't forget to bring it with you.
And make sure you don't try to jerk off tonight.  I do believe the Master
would consider that a punishable offence.  He might even cut off your balls
if he found out you did."

   "No.  No I won't, honest, Mum."

   As she left she was sure he wouldn't even touch himself.

   Chapter Thirty Three

   They came for them at dusk.  Two large limousines pulled up in their
driveway.  Gina and Rick and the two eldest girls came through the door
without knocking, just as the instructions had specified.

   Gina was all smiles and hugs.  "You look absolutely fantastic," she
gushed as she moved between the four noviciates.  "Oh, The Master is going
to love you all, well maybe the Mistress will love Jamie and Brendan a
little more than the Master," she giggled.

   Rhona hadn't taken in the rest of her family, her mind preoccupied with
what was going to happen later in the evening.  Now she took a little more
notice.  Jamie and Brendan were dressed, if that could be considered the
word, in their black silk skirts, that fell to just above their knees but
completely open all the way up to the small clasp that held the two sides
together at their waist.

   Rhona and Molly wore the same revealing white silk gowns that opened
frequently as they walked.

   "The boys are in black so their drooling cocks don't discolour the
garment," Gina explained when she saw Rhona's questioning looks.  "You my
darling girl and Molly look like virgins going to the High Priest for your
penance.  But only one of you is a virgin, and she should hold something
special, Do you have it, Molly?"

   "You mean this?" Molly asked, holding up the square of padded silk.

   "Yes, babe, that's what I meant."

   "What's it for?"

   "You'll find out sweetie.  Not to worry, eh."

   "You boys should have a handkerchief in black too."

   "Yes," Bradley agreed, holding his up.

   "Just make sure you wipe any drool off your cocks before it wets the
robes, boys.  The Mistress doesn't like wet garments."

   "So, my soon to be husbands and wives," Gina began which brought several
gasps, "have you prepared yourselves as instructed?"

   "Yes, I'm sure we have, Gina," Rhona agreed.

   "I need to check." She stood beside Jamie and ran her hand inside the
skirt, running her hand around until she cupped his bottom cheeks, giving
each one a little squeeze."

   "Oh, God," Jamie gasped, then flinched as her hand held his erection for
longer than he thought she needed to.

   "Good boy," she grinned then did the same to Brendan.

   "Oh, shit," he groaned and pulled away when he felt her hand caress his
hardon.

   "What's the matter?  Did I excite you?"

   "Uhm... yes, I almost..."

   "Don't you dare even think about it, sonny.  Do you want to get it cut
off?"

   "No," he gasped quickly.

   "Then keep your mind on something else and bloody well make sure you
wipe that slime away before you wet your ensemble."

   Both men acted simultaneously, making Gina fight to hold back her mirth.

   "And now you, my dearest," she said as she sidled up to her lover.  "By
the way, love your outfit, babe."

   She actually opened Rhona's gown and sighed at the sight before her. 
"Plenty of lubrication down here, sweetie?" She asked, cupping her friends
crotch.

   "Yes, lots.  In the back too."

   "Good girl.  Very important you know, you'll have many visitors
tonight."

   Rhona groaned, she wasn't sure whether it was the thought of the sex or
the unexpected.

   When Gina stood before Molly she looked into the young girl's eyes. 
"Sometime tonight, my darling girl, you are to become a woman.  Don't let
it frighten you.  All we girls have to give it up just once and I'm quite
sure you will find it isn't that painful after all.  Besides, any pain is
gone a short while afterwards.  Look forward to the pleasures, not the
unknowns."

   She kissed Molly on the lips, then opened her gown and felt the
youngster's vulva, reaching down to run a finger across her anus, but she
was quite sure she would feel a heavy dollop of lubrication on each
entrance.  She ran a hand lightly over the girl's small breasts which
brought a moan but no indication of refusal.

   Being quite satisfied that all was in order, Gina opened a bag she had
brought with her.  "Now it's time for the blindfolds, my dears."

   "Blindfolds?" Jamie asked.

   "Because you are not told of our meeting place until you are all fully
inducted.  There is no other option.  Didn't you read your instructions,
big boy?"

   Rick and the two girls took one each and made sure they were placed on
firmly, giving no-one a chance to see anything at all.

   Then one by one, they were escorted out and into the waiting cars.  The
two men were in one car, the two girls in the other.  The doors were shut
and Rhona heard what she thought was locks being set.  There was no escape.

   Rhona knew someone was holding her, an arm around her shoulder, but she
wasn't sure until she heard a whisper in her ear.

   "You mustn't talk at all, understood?"

   She nodded as she recognised Rick's voice.

   "We have a short trip then your induction into The Covenant.  It will be
pleasurable and I will help that along," he whispered then she felt his
hand cup her breast and begin to massage and flick her nipple.  She laid
back against his side and enjoyed the feelings.

   Molly was more apprehensive until she too heard a voice whispering.

   "It is me, Sally, your new wife to be.  Just relax and enjoy the trip.
It won't take long."

   aAs Molly tried to speak, Sally shushed her.  Then she felt a hand sneak
inside the gown and start stroking her small breasts.  "Don't worry about
what's going to happen tonight, my darling," the girl's voice whispered in
her ear.  "The Master took my cherry when I was younger than you are.  I
promise you he was so gentle it really didn't hurt at all."

   Molly tried to relax but found the hand stroking her bosoms in fact
excited her so much that she couldn't relax at all.  Then the whispering
continued.

   "When he pushed his beautiful cock inside it felt just like a flick on
your nipple like this," she explained and gave a little giggle as she
flicked the young girl's nipple and felt her flinch.  "But once that was
over, the feeling of having a man's cock all the way up inside me was just
incredible.  It is the most wonderful feeling, I promise."

   Then she was silent as she continued to stroke Molly's titties.

   As the car moved along, Sally looked across at her father stroking
Rhona's tits.  His cock was erect and poking out between the folds of his
cloak.  It looked quite funny and Sally had to fight to stop herself
giggling as she watched the pink organ protrude into the air, jiggling with
each stroke he made over Rhona's chest.

   In return Sally spread her legs apart and poked her pussy at her father.
They both smiled to each other.

   Chapter Thirty Four

   They finally stopped and the family was marched, still blindfolded, into
a lift.  Rhona was sure it was a lift because of the usual noises but she
was surprised that the motion seemed to be going downwards rather than up.

   Then the doors opened and a knock was heard.

   They were walked forward and each of the blindfolded family was sure
they heard a murmur of voices as they were walked through a door.  Then all
was silent again.  It was warm inside and the chill of the night air had
quickly dissipated.

   Then they were brought to a standstill, each leader holding their charge
by the shoulders.

   "Let the father step forward."

   Jameson took a step forward, Sally's hands still on his shoulders,
guiding him.

   "Why do you intrude?"

   For a moment he didn't know what to say.  "Uhm... To join your group,"
he mumbled self-consciously.

   "Do you speak for all the members of your family?"

   "Yes."

   "Do you offer yourself and your family to the members gathered here as
husbands and wives, making no provisos whatsoever?"

   "Y... Yes."

   "State your name."

   "Jameson Briggs."

   "The name of your first wife."

   He was silent for a moment then responded, "Rhona... uhm, Briggs."

   "The name of your boy."

   "Brendan Brigs."

   "The name of your second wife."

   "You mean...?  "Uhm, Molly Briggs."

   "Do you and your family abide by every requirement of this gathering, do
you guarantee absolute secrecy from the rest of the world to the very
existence of this group."

   "Yes, I do.  We do," he added as an afterthought.

   "Do you take the males gathered here before you as brothers and each and
every female as your wives?"

   "Er, yes I do."

   "Do you offer the female members of your family to every single member
of this group gathered before you as wives of all, to give themselves for
the pleasure of all?"

   "Yes," Jamie almost mumbled, realising what he was agreeing to for the
very first time.

   "Repeat your pledge."

   "Yes, I do give my females for the pleasure of all."

   "Do you and your brother-son covenant to give pleasure to every female
gathered before you, in return for the pleasure every wife will bestow on
you?"

   "Yes, we both do."

   "Do you accept that each member of your family may be punished for any
wrong-doing at the sole discretion of The Master or Mistress."

   "Y... Yes," Jamie stammered.

   "To the rest of the Briggs family, you have heard your leader accept the
conditions of membership on your behalf.  Do you so agree with this
acceptance?"

   There were three distinct responses, all with the required `yes'.

   "On that acceptance, I approve your entry to The Covenant.  From this
moment on, you are equal members and we all welcome you.  You may remove
your blindfolds."

   There was loud applause and the new inductees blinked several times as
the blindfolds were removed and they saw the group of some twenty or so
members gathered around, smiling happily, welcoming them into the group. 
All the men wore similar black skirt-type apparel to the ones Jamie and
Brendan were wearing.  There were a couple of giggles from Rhona and Molly
when they saw several penises poking through the men's clothing.  Several
women wore robes the same as Rhona and Molly but only one other wore the
pure white robe.  Of the others, the younger girls wore soft pink gowns and
quite a few made no attempt to keep them closed, small breasts and even
pussies, on display.  The older women, the mother's obviously wore caped of
mushroom pink to distinguish them from the youngsters obviously but there
was really no need as the young girls were easily identified.

   The room was quite large and seemed to be circular but except for
powerful spotlights that shone down onto a central bed, the rest of the
room was unlit and simply glowed from the light cast down into the centre
of the room.

   It took Molly a while to settle herself as hands swept inside her gown
feeling her titties and her pussy although no-one tried to insert a finger,
for which she was very relieved.

   "Well, my children, I believe we should get on with the induction. 
Mistress, would you begin."

   Sally Saunders, the Mistress, took Brendan's arm and walked him to a
covered bed-like divan in the middle of the floor.

   "Brendan, my new husband, it's time for you to give me your virginity.
You are about to pleasure your Mistress," she smiled then laughed as she
saw the look of horror on the boy's face.

   "Here, in front of...?" He gasped, looking around at the crowd of faces
that had pressed closer.

   "I promise to be gentle," she giggled as she pulled his hand towards the
bed.

   "But..."

   "What, you don't want to fuck me?"

   "No... I mean yes but..." he mumbled, his face crimson with
embarrassment as he looked around at all the lookers-on.

   "I promise they won't laugh, baby," she smiled then kissed him on the
lips.  "Don't you like what you see, Brendan?" She asked as she swept her
mushroom pink gown aside to display her nakedness.

   The boy stared at the sight before him and the crowd around clapped as
they saw his cock spring to attention.  Seeing Sally as she was known to
him previously, wearing the cloak that was swept back to show her all to
him seemed to show herself in an entirely different and yet arousing way.

   "I do believe you're ready," The Mistress declared as she laid upon the
bed, spreading her knees wide.  She still held the boy by his hand.  "Hop
on baby and enjoy the ride.  This time, and this time only, you don't have
to spend any time making me happy.  Just enjoy yourself, my darling
husband." She let his hand go and took his face between her hands, planting
a warm, wet kiss to his lips.  His cock felt as though it would explode
without even touching the woman laying before him, offering herself so
freely.

   Another round of applause circled around the room as Brendan was
manoeuvred to the end of the bed where he had clear view of the woman's
parted vulva.  It was quite hairless and glistened with her juices.

   He was pushed up onto the divan and hands helped his hard cock to spear
towards the target.

   Never in his life could he have dreamed of such a happening.

   Several hands helped to spread him along her body, other hands each side
of the Mistress's face and she reached up to stroke his face, smiling
happily at him.  "Time to enjoy your first fuck, darling husband.  This is
our wedding night.  Be gentle with me, won't you?"

   Brendan found his cock slide easily into her pussy and then he saw
several of the woman began to stroke her breasts and other hands reach
between them to begin stroking The Mistress's pussy and clit.

   "Just move slowly but don't ever stop.  You mustn't explode before The
Mistress does," someone whispered in his ear.

   "No, this first time is just for my new husband," The Mistress retorted
and the girl who had made the suggestion stepped back slightly, seemingly
frightened for some reason.

   "Oh, God," Brendan gasped as someone pressed his bottom downwards and
his cock glided full depth into her pussy.

   "Fuck me darling," The Mistress pleaded.  Brendan needed no further
encouragement.

   There was no way he could stop himself.  On the second downward thrust
his whole body exploded with the most incredible feelings of his whole
life. Masturbation was no match for the exquisite sensations that invaded
his being.

   "Arrrgh," He gasped as his cock spewed his virgin seed deep into the
woman's body.  Several hands held him firmly in place so that he had no way
of pulling back as surge after surge of ejaculation spewed into the
Mistress's womb.

   She clamped her arms around his neck and shoulders, embracing him firmly
as she whispered endearments against his ear.

   "I am your first wife, my darling husband.  There are many more who seek
your seed.  So many wives all ready to spread their thighs especially for
you my darling.  Pump, baby, pump," she encouraged as she kissed him
deeply.

   Chapter Thirty Five

   Molly's eyes opened wide with amazement as she watched her brother
fucking The Mistress.  To the young innocent, it seemed surreal, yet
beautiful as she watched several of the females helping both her brother
and The Mistress in the act of copulation.

   She took her mother's hand as some sort of comfort and wondered what was
going to happen to her for she was sure that this night she too would loose
her virginity.  Her mother gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

   Some time later, she wasn't sure how long but possibly a few minutes,
some of the females helped Brendan to his knees, his penis now soft and
floppy as it popped from The Mistresses vulva.  But to Molly's surprise he
got no further as one then another woman/girl sucked his wet cock between
her lips, to cleanse the strings of sperm that was strung between his cock
and the Mistresses pussy.

   Other women too, pressed their mouths against the woman vagina and were
obviously cleaning the drooling opening.  One woman after another dove
between the still-spread thighs, all smiling happily as they rose from
their task.

   Two younger girls were massaging the mistresses breasts, alternately
stroking and sucking nipples between their lips.  Then Brendan was helped
off the bed and stood watching as his new wife's vagina was cleansed.

   Another girl took Brendan's cock in her hand and began to stroke life
back into the floppy organ.

   Once the Mistress was cleaned to everyone's satisfaction, one of the men
knelt between her spread thighs and sank his hard cock into the woman. 
This was no quick fuck.  This was slow and purposeful.  From time to time
he stroked her breasts, leaned down to kiss her lips or lick her nipples,
all the while moving his hips up and down as he stroked his cock in and out
of her cunt.

   It took Molly time to realise the man was in fact Rick Jensen, the one
who had come as her doctor for her first medical examination.

   This wasn't just the sexual act she was watching.  This was different.
It was carried out as an act of love.  They moved softly together, looking
into each other's eyes, smiling, encouraging.  It seemed to go on for ever.


   After a long time of slow movement, The Mistress began to moan, softly
at first, then rising in tempo, thrusting harder at him each time he pushed
deep into her body.  Her arms rose and she kissed him deeply, lovingly as
all in the room watched on in silence.

   "Now my darling, it's time," she urged in a heavy whisper.

   Molly saw Rick's movements increase, his face turning red as he closed
his eyes and raised his face to the ceiling.  "Arrrgh," he gasped loudly,
his body jerking and shaking.  At the same time she saw the mistress clamp
her legs over Rick's hips and push herself upwards against his groin,
stopping all movement other than a communal shuddering.  There was absolute
silence in the room, all eyes fixed on the two lovers until it was obvious
the orgasmic pleasures had ceased.  The lovers relaxed and fell together on
the divan as the whole room burst into applause and whistling.  It was in
appreciation of lovemaking at it's best although Molly had yet to
understand that part.

   Most of the spectators moved from the closed circle they had formed and
Molly saw men and women, boys and girls stroking each other, kissing and
giggling happily.  She was particularly surprised when two of the older
women began to kiss and stroke each other.

   Once the Mistress and her lover separated and left the divan another
man, big and hairy with a face that didn't look at all attractive, walked
towards Rhona.

   "Madam, I do believe it is your turn.  I am the fortunate partner.  My
name is Izador."

   Rhona smiled awkwardly then Molly saw her eyes open widely in what
seemed like fright.  She followed her mother's gaze downwards to the man's
cock which was poking through the folds of his skirt.  His cock was big. 
It was much larger than her father's, longer, fatter and redder.

   "Oh, my God," Rhona gasped, her hands coming to her face.

   "No, I'm not your god, my dear," he explained with a smile, "just your
initiator.  "But for the moment, you are my queen.  Come let me teach you."

   He took Rhona's hand and walked her to the bed that the Mistress had
just vacated.  New sheets had already been spread.  As they stood together,
looking into each other's eyes, he reached out and cupped her breast. 
"Kneel," he instructed and when she did, he pulled her face against his
already firm cock.

   Rhona needed no further instruction as she cupped the deep plum coloured
head with her hand then began to stroke him purposefully.  Soon she opened
her mouth and slipped his cock between her lips.

   By now several others had congregated around the lovers, urging them on
with chants and murmurings.

   Molly's Aunt Gina pushed Rhona towards the bed and made her reluctantly
release the cock from her lips.  It's wetness shone in the bright lights
over the bed.  Rhona settled herself on the bed and he soon stepped between
her spread legs, knees bent, offering herself to his intrusion.

   He never hesitated and coupled with her immediately, his cock pushing
it's way deep into her core and when he could go no further, he gave a
grunt then began to slowly thrust and withdraw as though to musical
accompaniment.  Some of the children stood around as well, both boys and
girls and it was obviously their task to pleasure both lovers.

   Hands stroked breasts and face, one sliding between the trusting pair to
masturbate Rhona.  Other small hands cupped his balls lightly, the first
time making him jerk as he thrust deeply, in turn making Rhona groan as his
length threatened to penetrate her cervix.

   Rhona's heels cupped around his waist and the two became one, intent
only on pleasing the other.  "Oh, fuck," he gasped just once then with a
mighty shudder jerked his ejaculation deep into Rhona's womb.  With the
help of two girls, Rhona soon took her pleasure as she moaned and thrashed
her head from side to side taking in the thrill of the deep penetration.

   Again the whole room erupted in a show of acclamation for the two
participants.

   Chapter Thirty Six

   Once they settled down again, The Mistress took Molly's hand and
whispered, "Your turn now, my dear."

   "Oh," the youngster gasped and seemed as though she might faint but The
Mistress held her tightly.  She was walked towards the bed, which had again
been changed.

   Molly's cape was removed and the naked child stood in all her beauty for
the room to gaze on.  The Mistress stroked her breasts then leaned down and
whispered, "He will be very gentle, I promise, my darling.  There is no
need to fret and when it's all over you will be a true woman."

   "Oh," was all Molly could respon.  She knew it had to come.  She knew
she couldn't let her family down, She even wanted it to happen but still
the thought of all the pain that came with her deflowering frightened her.

   She felt herself being pressed onto the bed; felt herself being pushed
down and a pillow placed beneath her bottom; felt hands parting her legs,
pushing her heels into her bottom cheeks then she saw her deflowerer step
to the end of the bed as The Master looked down onto her naked body.

   "You are the picture of virtue, my dear," he told her and every one
mumbled their agreement.  "Don't panic, I promise it will not be as
dreadful as you think it night be."

   Molly looked into The Master's eyes but wasn't sure she believed him. 
She saw hands stroking his erection, other hands stroking his chest and his
back.  Then as he knelt on the end of the bed and moved towards her, the
hands that held her legs, pushed them up and over his bottom to rest on his
back.  His hard wet-tipped cock looked enormous and she had to force
herself to stop the panic that was quickly rising up in her mind.

   Hands were now parting her pussy lips, faces were pressed to her ears,
encouraging her with whispers of assurance.  Other hands cupped each breast
and began stoking sensuously, sending shivers along the youngster's spine.
Another hand sneaked along her tummy and began to jiggle her little clit
which was already on fire from all the attention she was receiving.

   She felt something cold touch her pussy then realised someone was
coating the whole of her vulva with lubrication even though her mother had
already done that before they left home.  Everything that could be done to
ease the pain she knew was about to explode in her brain, was being done.

   Then The Master's placed his hands each side of her shoulders and he
looked deeply into her eyes.

   "You are my love-child, my own.  I could make you cry out in pain but I
won't do that today.  Today I want you to remember the wonder of becoming a
woman, not by pain but by pleasure and love." He leaned down and kissed her
lips gently, she responding, her mind still in turmoil.

   The moment she felt his erection touch her sex, she flinched.  It wasn't
that it hurt, just a natural, innocent response.

   She felt him press and then knew he had reached the barrier.  She
grunted not from any hurt but simply from anticipation of what was to come.

   His cock pressed lightly and made several more attempts, no harder or
deeper than the first.  She felt hands between moving between their bodies,
felt his cock being stroked against her pussy lips, up and down, side to
side.  Then he pressed himself against her hymen once more, harder this
time but not enough to really hurt.

   "Stay calm, child," he told her softly.  He pressed again, hard enough
to let her know the membrane wasn't going to break easily.  Fear ran though
her mine.  Fear that a lot worse was to come.

   This time when he pressed, he didn't relent but maintained the pressure.
Pressed a little harder.  She thought she could feel a pinching sensation
but wasn't sure what.

   "Soon, my dear girl," he whispered all the time pressing his cock
against the barrier, making her squirm a little but without causing actual
pain, just a slight discomfort.

   The pressure grew.  At the beginning she expected him to thrust really
hard, even ferociously, wanting to break through to take his prize but
nothing like that was happening.  The pressure wad getting harder but there
was still no real pain.

   Then it happened in the twinkle of a star.  It hurt and she grunted but
there wasn't any need to squeal or scream out.  It felt no more than having
a rubber band flicked against her skin.  His lubricated cock slid deeply
inside.  It seemed to drive into her very centre, filling her in a way she
could never have imagined.

   "Arhh," he groaned as he filled her completely, the thrill of a tight
pussy, stretched around his cock for the first time was something he
cherished every time he experienced the privilege of taking a young one's
virginity.

   He lay full length along her body, his cock embedded, his weight
pressing her breath from her.  "It is over, Molly," he told her gently. 
"Didn't I promise not to hurt you?"

   "Yes," she whispered back incredulously.

   "Are you happy?"

   "Yes."

   "Do you want to fuck with me now?"

   "Yes."

   "Does it feel strange, me inside you?"

   "Yes."

   "Are you happy?"

   "Yes."

   "Am I a sadistic bastard?"

   "Yes... No, it didn't hurt.  Thank you, Master."

   "I am a sadistic bastard, darling.  You will learn that in time but
today is yours and mine.  We are lovers today and I want to make you
happy."

   "I love you, Master," she whispered so softly probably no-one heard but
him.

   Without another word he lifted himself off her body, withdrew is cock
almost all the way out then began to thrust deep inside.  As he was moving,
hands were also at work on her breasts, over her clit, in fact just about
every part of her body was being rubbed by someone.  It made her feel so
aroused that she knew her climax was beginning to grow.

   She looked up into his face and saw the urgency in his eyes.

   "Soon, my darling girl," he gasped, not stopping his movements for even
a moment.

   Molly began to gasp from the sensations that were quickly building
within her.  Sensuous, incredible feelings or arousal.

   His face has turned red, saliva formed at the corner of his mouth as he
forced his body to hold off ejaculation until he could see his partner
begin her own thrall of pleasure.  Thankfully, it was very near and she
first gasped then actually cried out from the pleasures that blew up her
mind in a magical display of fire.  She laid her head back and cried aloud,
"Oh, my God...," in a long drawn out shrilling.  At that moment The Master
injected her with load after load of his sperm as he too experienced the
utter thrill of orgasm.

   The only sounds were of the newest woman and her partner slowly
descending from their exquisite pleasures.

   No-one moved after it was over.  The hands still covered her body but
all movement had ceased.

   He laid atop her for just moments before sliding to her side and they
held each other for many minutes in happiness and silence.

   It was only when he began to move from her arms and withdrew his
softening penis from her vagina that the room erupted in their now usual
show of jubilation.

   Chapter Thirty Seven

   She pushed herself up to look down her body at The Master's cock slip
from her pussy.  With it came the first showing of his sperm but with it
came tinges of red.

   "Oh, I'm bleeding," she cried out in shock.  More red showed as the
discharge spilled onto the sheet.

   "It's alright, darling," someone whispered.  "It happens to us all.  It
has probably already stopped," she told her but held the girl in place. 
"No, stay still for a moment longer.  We've almost got enough."

   "Wha... What?" Molly asked.

   "Your deflowering, it must be recorded."

   "Recorded?  What do you mean?"

   Then she saw what the woman meant for between her legs lay the square of
white padded silk.  It was covered in the glistening sperm of her violator
together with a large patch of red which Molly knew was from her severed
hymen.

   "Oh," she gasped, feeling somehow proud.

   "You can lift up now," the woman said.  "This goes into our museum of
memories.  "As you grow up, you'll always have this as your special memory
of tonight.  The youngster simply nodded but not really understanding. 
Maybee her mother could explain it later.

   While she was still sitting, Molly watched a young girl take The
Master's cock between her lips to clean him.  Another mouth pressed against
her own vulva to suck away any semen that still dribbled from her pussy. 
Warm washers bathed her body of the perspiration of lovemaking.

   Then she found herself being turned over and moved towards the end of
the bed, her feet just touching the floor as a larger pillow was placed
under her waist, lifting her bottom upwards.

   Hands held each of her own arms, others pressed her back against the bed
and someone was lathing her bottom crease with cool ointments of some sort.

   The Mistress knelt by her face and whispered, "This is your last
initiation into womanhood, my dear.  Accept it."

   Molly thought she was about to be beaten on her bare bottom.  She had
been warned that beatings for the pleasure of men would be administered
when it pleased The Master or Mistress.

   "Oh, please...," she whimpered.

   But what she felt next was so unexpected.

   Someone took hold of her hips and then pressed a cock against her bottom
hole.  She cried out in shock and tried to look around but was forced to
keep her face flat against the bed.

   The hard penis insinuated to the very centre of her rectum and pushed.
The lubrication that had been smoothed over the area allowed the rapist to
find entry easily.  Just the tip but entry it was.

   "Push your bottom, baby, like you were going to the toilet.  It will
help the pain," a voice told her.  It was her own mother.

   "Mummy..." But her question was cut off as the offender thrust and
opened her anal canal with force.  It felt as though it was a stake a foot
thick.

   She squealed out in her pain then pushed her anal muscles trying to
reject the invader.  All that did was allow him to push his cock deeper
inside.  Molly realised it did ease the pain, the way she tried to eject
him, so pushed all the harder.

   It was the weirdest feeling.  She was sure she needed to go to the
toilet, her bowels seemed so full and almost demanded that she pass the
motion.  But the simple fact was that she was never going to push his cock
out in any way at all.  She was held down, her arms were firmly held
against the bed, and others pressing her body down.  Her feet seemed to be
clamped to the floor too.

   She was being anally raped and she could do nothing about it.  She felt
him moving back and forth, thrusting deeply and finally realised the
original pain had subsided as her body became used to the intrusion.

   He was strong and began to groan and growl.  The sounds rang a bell in
her mind but she couldn't comprehend it.  Then he erupted deep inside her
bowels, spurt after spurt being injected until finally his ardour was
satisfied.  He laid against her bottom for several seconds and then she
felt all the pressure that had been applied to hold her down were released.

   She looked around and gasped.  "Daddy?"

   "Thank you baby, it was incredible."

   "You... You raped me," she screamed almost losing control.

   "It wasn't rape, baby, it was simply that you gave me pleasure.  You
wouldn't refuse my that, would you?"

   There was no hint of embarrassment and in fact everyone in the room was
laughing happily.

   "You have just given your father pleasure, my dear.  It is required, you
know," The Master explained as though it something she should have
expected. "Clean your daddy, girl."

   "What?" Molly asked, her eyes still wide, not quite sure of what he
meant.

   "Clean your daddy's cock, girl."

   In that split second Molly remembered where his cock had just been.

   "You mean...?"

   "Do it now or be caned."

   She did it, kneeling before him, thinking of the origins, tasting the
bitterness, realising that soon vanished and it was no different to sucking
him off as she had already done.

   Someone came and slipped some panties up Molly's legs and placed a
sanitary napkin inside.  "Just in case you bleed a little tonight, dear."

   Then the Master called for quiet.

   "I am very pleased to welcome the Briggs Family into The Covenant.  You
have all the privileges of membership but I suspect you'll be quite busy
over the next few weeks as the other members become quite acquainted with
you all.  You may never refuse a request from any member but of course the
same goes for you; you may make requests of your own choosing."

   Everyone cheered.

   "Molly, you must learn to meet any request, including any from your own
brother whom I'm sure will seek much from you in the next few weeks."

   "You bet," Brendan agreed.

   "I'm sure you will agree the Briggs family acquitted themselves
handsomely," to which applause rose around the room.

   "To you all, this has been quite an evening but as you are aware, there
is still two whole days to seek your individual pleasures.  Our next
meeting will also be special." That got everyone's attention and the room
went silent.  "We will all be invited to witness the defloration of both
Wesley and Samantha.  I know they have waited patiently.  This will be
their special time.  Enjoy the rest of the evening."

   Molly felt hands reach out for her...



   THE END



   I hope you like the story - please let me know if you do, if for no
other reason than to feed my ego.  Also PLEASE do let me know if you find
errors in the text i.e.  spelling (British English), punctuation, grammar,
scene errors (e.g.  where something is stated then is different later on)
etc.

   I can be contacted at: writer_s_cramp40REMOVE@hotmail.com

   All my other book-length stories can be found at:
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formats.  Titles so far are:

   Even Big Girls Must Obey Family Fantasy Book 1 Family Fantasy Book 2
Family Fantasy Book 3 Neighbourly Tutor Book 1 Neighbourly Tutor Book 2
Sibling Love The Count The Learning of Gemma Book 1 The Learning of Gemma
Book 2 The Little Schemer Thoughts of a Dirty Old Man (Short Story)
Thoughts of a Dirty Old Man Book 2 Training the Twins Book 1 Uncle

   Good reading.  Writer's Cramp