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 Captive Teenagers Part 2

   Karanaught groaned at the loudly ringing alarm, felt intense gratitude
at it's cessation then abruptly awoke at the sensation of something warm
and wet closing over his cock.  He peered down his body and suddenly
remembered that he was neither home nor alone.  A small, tousled mop of red
hair bobbed up and down on his cock, the face below the hair revealing
green eyes gazing at him and tender lips wrapped around his rapidly
expanding sex.  He groaned at the delicious sensation and brought his hand
down to caress the teen girl's face as she suckled on him.  He inwardly
thanked her boyfriend for the blowjob expertise she had developed through
hours of practice with him - and yet wished, at the same time, that it had
been him, Tarkington, that had had the pleasure of tutoring her in the
pleasures of oral sex.  He lay quietly, committing to memory the vision of
the beautiful, naked young teen enthusiastically and joyfully pleasuring
him.

   "Good morning, lover." Theresa lifted her face from his cock and slid up
his body for a morning kiss.  As they kissed, he felt her holding him
against her wet, open sex.  He slid slowly into her passion-heated body,
thrilling at the feel of her inner self as she pushed herself onto him. 
"I've been lying here for the last half-hour waiting for you to wake up and
make love to me," she whispered, nibbling his earlobe.  She groaned as he
pushed himself fully into her.  "You feel good in me.  Fuck me, Tark.  Make
me come, but I want to swallow you when you come, ok?  In my mouth." He
kissed her, turned her onto her back and began pushing more forcefully into
her yielding body.  Taking a slender leg into each hand, he lifted her
thighs onto his shoulders and began pushing down into her wet sex.  The
slender teen gasped with delight at the deeper penetration of her wetness
and pressed herself harder against him.

   Tarkington reveled in the sensation of her tender breasts under his
hands as he fondled and caressed her.  Her nipples rose to hard little
pinnacles under his fingers.  She gasped her encouragement as he pinched
and pulled them while continuing to slowly push into her and then draw
himself from her, hesitate for a moment, then drive into her again.  He
bent her almost double to kiss her, accelerating the pace of his sex
slithering through hers.  One hand lingered over her breast then traveled
slowly down her body to her open sex, pausing to feel his erect cock
fucking her, then lightly pressing her tender clit, pushing sensations into
her that she had never guessed might be derived from the sexual act. 
Kissing her deeply, pinching a hardened nipple, and gently pulling at the
wet folds over her clit, her older lover overloaded her senses and
triggered her climax.  The tender teen gasped and cried out in orgasm as
Tarkington steeled himself against the lusciously clasping sex to hold off
his own release.  He had other pleasures to pursue this morning and needed
to husband his reserves.

   "You... didn't come," the slight teen moaned.  "I wanted you... to come
in... me." He allowed her body to relax, gently easing her legs from his
shoulders and letting her slump against him as he remained inside her.  He
kissed her tenderly.

   "That's what I wanted, Theresa love.  I'm not a teenager - I can't come
several times in a row anymore.  I have to exercise restraint so I can
enjoy sex again later this morning."

   "Are we going to make love again... or are you going to rape one of my
sisters?" Her body tensed as she unconsciously sprang to the defense of her
sisters.

   "I fully intend to make love to you again this morning, sweet,"
Tarkington replied lovingly.  "I don't plan to rape anyone.  If one of your
sisters has sex this morning, she's going to have to ask for it."

   "You mean by misbehaving?"

   "Either that or just asking me to have sex with her.  Would that upset
you?"

   Theresa looked into her lover's blue eyes and sought his meaning.  "I
really don't want you to have sex with my sisters, Tark."

   "I'm not planning on it, Theresa.  But, if they disobey, I can only
assume that they really want to be fucked.  And, of course, if they just
ask me, they clearly want it.  How would you feel about that?"

   She pouted, "You're supposed to be ravishing me repeatedly so you won't
be interested in my sisters.  I tried my hardest to make you come just now
- I can't help it if you made me come first.  But I'm ready to make love to
you again, Tark.  Let me make love to you.  Let me make you come.  I want
to suck you and swallow your come, Tark.  Please?"

   "Now how can I turn down such a lovely offer," he chuckled, pulling her
to himself.  "Let's take a shower.  You can suck me in the shower.  But I'm
not promising that I won't have sex with your sisters, ok?" He lifted the
smiling teen in his arms and carried her into the shower.  She yelped at
the cool counter as he set her next to the sink while he adjusted the
shower temperature.  He came back and picked her up again, kissing her
passionately.  Theresa fumbled for his cock and pressed it against her wet
sex then pushed herself down onto him, sighing into his kiss.  Still
kissing her and buried completely inside her, Tarkington carried his teen
lover into the hot driving water of the shower.  Pressing her against the
wall, he drove steadily into her clasping cunt, caressing her body while
pinching pulling on her hard nipples.

   Tarkington pulled the passionately kissing and fucking teen away from
the wall of the shower and stood directly under the shower head, hot water
pouring down onto their heads, as he began driving harder and deeper into
her.  He felt her shudder under his hands and against his hardness, then
she gasped as she once again reached her climax.  He tenderly caressed her
as she repeatedly shuddered and cried out, still impaled on him, the
stimulation coaxing several smaller orgasms from her weary body.  Finally,
at her whispered urgings he withdrew from her clasping body and let her sit
on the floor of the shower.  The slight teenager smiled tremulously up into
his face as she reached for his hard cock.  She pulled herself up to the
level of his hardness and pressed her lips against him.  As he slowly moved
between her lips and into her mouth, she suckled at him and stroked the
portion of his sex outside her lips with her hand.  Drawing upon her
considerable expertise with cocksucking, Theresa finally coaxed his sperm
into her waiting mouth, swallowing his spend with a gratified moan.  She
held him lovingly in her mouth, drawing out the last bit of his come, then
licked him completely clean of his spend and her own lubrication, then let
his limp length slide from between her lips.  Smiling broadly up at him,
she lifted her arms to be lifted.  Tarkington groaned at the delightful
lifting of her breasts and bent to lift her to her feet.  He kissed her
tenderly, hands finding her breasts.

   Theresa laughed and reached for the body shampoo then began washing him.
He pulled her close to him to smear the shampoo against her body, then
began washing her as she continued cleaning his body.  He took great
delight in the firm skin under his hands and washed her diligently and
completely.  She sighed as he tenderly and delicately washed her nether
lips, then stiffened as he turned his attention to the area between her
cheeks.  "Relax, love," he murmured as he grasped her asscheeks and gently
spread them wide, his thumbs tenderly exploring the valley between them. 
She winced as a soapy digit pressed against her rosebud.  "Relax.  Do you
trust me to be careful with you?  To love you gently?" She hesitated then
he felt her body relax against him, her buttcheeks release.  He heard her
soft murmur of compliance.  "I'm not going to do anything, love.  Soap
wouldn't feel good inside your butt.  If I'm still with you this evening,
may I show you some new pleasures you haven't experienced yet?"

   She looked up into his face and then drew him down for a kiss.  "You
mean, you want to play with my butt?  Are you going to fuck my ass,
Tarkington?"

   "Perhaps, if you ask me to."

   She shuddered.  "No, I'm not going to ask you to fuck my ass, Tark.  It
scares me.  No one has ever touched me there before."

   He kissed her tenderly.  "If you don't ask, I won't do it.  But perhaps
we'll play some more in the shower tonight, babe.  Just with fingers." He
lifted her onto his body and spun her around in the shower.  "Time to
finish and go down for breakfast, lover.  You go ahead and do what you need
to do, but stay naked until you've done everything else, ok?" He turned off
the water and reached for a towel.  She smiled at him and bent to take his
cock in her mouth once again.  She sucked his limp cock into her mouth and
suckled for a moment before letting it slither out of her mouth again.  She
kissed him and stood smiling as he blotted the water from her firm young
body, then returned the favor, once again sucking him into her mouth with a
smile then releasing him with a smirk.

   The couple went about their preparations for the day, helping each other
as opportunity arose and expanding each opportunity into a caress, a kiss,
or a grope.  Finally, dressed, cleaned, combed, and scented, the pair
opened the bedroom door and went downstairs.  No one was in evidence, so
Tarkington kissed and groped the teenager, then sent her in search of the
others as he began preparing breakfast.

   Theresa went to the girl's bedroom and kissed Melody awake.  "Are you
ok?" The youngest sister searched Theresa's face for evidence of abuse or
distress then hugged her in relief at finding neither.

   "I'm ok, Melody.  If we do what he says, we'll be ok.  Will you obey?"
The smaller girl nodded solemnly.  "Good," Theresa smiled, "now get dressed
and come out for breakfast."

   "Do you mean get dressed, or put on my panties and nothing else?"

   "Get dressed.  We'll see what happens after breakfast, ok?" Theresa
kissed her youngest sister and smiled reassuringly.  "Glenda's in the
bathroom, I take it." The youngest sibling shrugged.  Theresa opened the
bathroom door and puzzled over the other sister's absence.  "Well, I wonder
where she is.  Maybe Charles knows."

   Theresa went into the hall, closing Melody's bedroom door, then opened
Charles' bedroom door.  She gasped at seeing Charles and Glenda in his bed,
sleeping intertwined.  It was clear that Glenda wore neither top nor bra.
Theresa hurried to the bed and threw back the covers, revealing the twins
in their complete nudity.  "What's going on here!" Glenda and Charles woke
abruptly, confused and alarmed, and grabbed the covers back from Theresa.
"I said, what's going on here!"

   Glenda and Charles regarded her sheepishly, then shared a glance. 
Glenda got out of the bed and stretched, yawning.  "Well, you finally
caught us," she said casually.

   "Finally?  How long has this been going on?"

   "Sleeping together you mean?  Or fucking?" Charles watched the exchange
between his sisters warily.

   "Either.  Both," Theresa spat between gritted teeth.

   "We've been sleeping together forever.  Always.  We've never really felt
comfortable sleeping apart.  Ever since I can remember we've snuck into
each other's bed."

   "And the other?"

   "Fucking?" Glenda scratched her pubic region.  "That started about two
years ago.  We had been playing around since we were about ten - touching,
kissing, sucking.  But he didn't actually put it in me until our birthday,
two years ago." She smirked.  "It was my birthday present.  Exactly what I
wanted - and exactly what I had asked for."

   Theresa looked bewildered.  "This has been going on for two years and no
one knew?"

   "No one but Melody.  She knows.  She caught us almost a year ago. 
Charles and I were going at it in the shower and she walked into the
bathroom.  So she knows."

   "What did she do?"

   "She was really shocked at first.  After awhile she started asking me
questions.  Then she wanted to watch."

   "What do you mean, she wanted to watch?"

   "Just what it sounds like.  She wanted to watch us fuck."

   "But you told her no, talked her out of it," Theresa stated, staring at
her sister.

   "Have you ever been able to talk Melody out of anything she really
wanted to do?"

   "You had sex in front of Melody?"

   "Yeah.  She said she'd tell Mom if we didn't let her watch.  She didn't
take her clothes off, but she masturbated while she watched us."

   "And what else did she do?  Did you have sex with her?"

   "I didn't.  Nor did anyone else that I know of," Glenda said
thoughtfully.  "Charles, have you been playing sex games with our baby
sister?"

   Charles cleared his throat.  "No."

   "So she just watched."

   "And masturbated."

   "Once?"

   "Lots of times."

   "And where was I when all this was happening?"

   Glenda smirked.  "You were sucking off Steve, I imagine.  Or whatever
else you do with him."

   Theresa paled.  "What do you mean?"

   "You think we didn't know?  You'd go off to see Steve, all tense and
irritable.  A few hours later you came back all relaxed.  So I followed you
one day.  All I ever saw you guys do was oral sex and touching; were you
actually a virgin last night?"

   "Yeah, I was.  I didn't think anyone knew about Steve and me."

   "Just Charles and I.  I didn't tell anyone else.  I was very glad for
you - and for us, because it gave us time to be alone - except when Melody
insisted on watching.  Oh, and just for the record..." Theresa looked at
her quizzically.  "I intend to have Tarkington fuck me today.  So don't get
in the way, ok?"

   Theresa looked at her incredulously.  "You're going to fuck him?  Why?"

   Glenda shrugged with a smile.  "'Cause I want to.  Why should you have
all the fun?"

   "All the fun!  Fun!?"

   "You don't look beaten or abused, big sister.  In fact, you are glowing.
I'd say you had a wonderful time last night.  You look like the cat that
ate the cream - and I suppose you did, at that," Glenda smirked.

   "I'm sacrificing myself to keep him from raping you and Melody.  I
didn't do it for fun!"

   "I believe you, sis.  I believe that you sacrificed yourself to save us
and I really appreciate it.  Yesterday I was so terrified and so
appreciative - really.  But now I'm thinking that you had a really good
time last night.  Am I wrong?  Don't lie!"

   Theresa stared at her for a long moment.  She started to reply twice,
but stopped.  Finally, her shoulders slumped, then a gentle smile shone on
her face.  "Yeah," she said softly, "I had a good time.  He made my first
time wonderful.  I loved it, last night and this morning."

   Glenda raised her eyebrow with a questioning grin.

   "Yes, he made love to me again this morning.  I intended to wear him out
so he wouldn't have anything left for you and Melody - so he wouldn't rape
you.  Sorry, sister, but he may not be able to accommodate you," she
smirked.  "He's not a teenager.  He probably can't recover all that
quickly."

   "Do you not want me to have sex with him?  Are you emotionally
involved?"

   Theresa considered her sibling's question for a moment.  "I would prefer
that you didn't.  Yeah, I think I am emotionally involved.  But I may not
have any say in that decision; he's already said that he may have sex with
you."

   "Really!" Glenda laughed delightedly," When did he say that?"

   "This morning - after we had sex in the shower which was after we had
sex in bed."

   "Wow.  Twice already.  Maybe he is worn out."

   "Well," Theresa said ruefully, " I came twice, but he only came once."

   "Do you really object to me doing him?  I won't if you really are going
to be upset, but I sure would like to."

   Theresa shrugged.  "Like I said, I don't know that I have that much to
say about it.  If he wants you, he'll have you - whether you or I want him
to or not.  I guess I won't mind - as long as you Melody out of it.  If you
involve her, I'll make sure you're sorry you did it."

   Glenda stared at her sister.  "What do you mean?" she whispered.

   "I mean that if you get Melody into trouble, I will ask Tarkington to
use you sexually in a way that I guarantee you will not like," the elder
sister replied flatly.  "I sure wouldn't want to be abused that way.  So
just forget it, ok?  If you really want to fuck him, wait until this is all
over and ask him to fuck you."

   Glenda, stunned by Theresa's cold response just nodded her head
guiltily. "Ok, big sister.  I'll make sure to leave Melody out of it."

   Fifteen minutes later the four siblings quietly ate the breakfast
Tarkington had prepared for them, exchanging mysterious glances as they
ate. The breakfast was delicious, so there was little conversation.

   "Everyone finished?  Charles, you and Melody do the dishes and clean up
the kitchen.  The older girls and I will be packing while you do that. 
Then we'll start with exercise and then swimming.  I've got to make some
calls.  I'll be in my bedroom for awhile.  Have this all done when I come
downstairs.  Everyone understand?

   "Are we leaving?"

   "Depends.  If I survive and no one comes around the place during the
meeting, we'll stay.  Otherwise we'll meet at a place a couple hours from
here.  Theresa has the directions and instructions.  So we have to assume
we'll be leaving.  Therefore, we must pack.  Get to it everyone.  I'll be
down in about an hour - you will be packed and ready by then.  Understand?"
All the children nodded solemnly.  "Good.  Get to it." He turned and walked
upstairs, stopping to kiss Theresa on the way.

   An hour later everything was packed, the dishes were done, and the
kitchen cleaned.  The teen siblings and their captor were gathered in the
living room.  "Ok.  Strip down to undershorts.  Except for Glenda - you're
naked today, remember?"

   "Yes, I remember," the teen murmured, seemingly chastised and fearful.
Though she had planned to provoke his wrath and punishment, she found that
she was still inti