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Clayton's Children Book 1: Katy
(MMMmbbFFfgggg[mix-n-match], inc, cons)

By Clayton  <clayton@nym.alias.net> <clayton@weasel.owl.de>

Copyright (C) Clayton 1997.
   Permission   is  given  to   freely  distribute  this   document
   electronically,  providing  the  entire  document  is  preserved
   intact  and no monies,  beyond normal board  or site  membership
   charges,  are charged for  its distribution.  (Ken Nestle,  this
   means you.)

Disclaimer:
   This  is  a work  of fiction.    No illegal  activity  described
   herein  was carried out,  this document  details fantasies  that
   took  place late  at night  when I was  alone in  bed. I  firmly
   believe  that  no  fifteen minutes  of  pleasure  is  worth  the
   innocence of a child.  Besides, I derive much pleasure from  the
   company  of children, playing with them or simply watching  them
   at  play,  I am  not  going to  risk  this for  any  momentarily
   heightened sense of pleasure.

   If  you are under the age of  eighteen the law says I've got  to
   tell  you to go away, so, "Go  away!"  Common sense says  you're
   going  to ignore me,  so don't blame  me if you  go blind,  your
   parents  find you  in possession of  this document  or your  cum
   causes your space bar to stop working.

   If  this  type of  material  is  illegal in  your  city,  state,
   country,  then see above, substituting "law enforcement  agency"
   in place of "parents".

   If  you're a member of the  moral minority, religious right,  or
   any  other such control group then read on, my aim is to  offend
   you  as much  as possible.    People like  you who  would  force
   others  to  fit your  narrow minded  little  world views  are  a
   blight  upon the landscape.  My  personal philosophy is that  of
   "Rational  Anarchy" ie. anyone should feel free to do and  think
   as  they please such that their actions do not adversely  impact
   on the lives of others.






Introduction:
Primus -  The origin  of the  title: Over  the years  I have  found
   myself  looking after a large number  of children, many of  whom
   have at one time or another developed severe crushes on me.   As
   time  went by I discovered that I  en- joyed their company  more
   and  more,  often  I found  myself  with  them,  discussing  the
   intricacies  of the transformers,  comparing various  superheros
   against  one  and  other, and  spending  less  time  with  their
   parents.   Finally someone remarked  that the children might  as
   well  be mine.  And  so my Clayton's children  came to be,  "The
   child you're having when you're not having a child."

Secundus - This is a story of make believe, it describes what might
   have   been  in  a  very  different   world.  If  you  feel   an
   uncontrollable  desire to carry out the activities described  in
   this  type of story, the stop reading now and seek  professional
   help.

Tertius - You might find this story to be a little long winded  for
   your  tastes  and  too  much  prose  separating  the   'Rumpety,
   Pumpety'.  Well too bad, I'm starting to get just a little  sick
   of  those  stories  in which  the  narrator  has  their  partner
   undressed  by the  third paragraph,  has them  orgasming in  the
   fifth  and is working  on their second  encounter or their  next
   partner by the tenth.

Quatrius -  I  hope  you  find  my choice  of  phrasing  to  be  an
   improvement  over some recent  stories that I  have seen in  the
   newsgroups,  these stories appear  to have  been written  either
   cut and paste or by an AI.  If the former then shame on you  and
   if  the latter then I commend you  and urge you to improve  your
   algorithm   to  include  more   descriptive  phrases  and   less
   repetition.


























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Clayton's Children Book 1: Katy
By Clayton










                  TABLE OF CONTENTS






     CHAPTER  1 - A DISAPPOINTMENT AND A PLEASANT SURPRISE.      4
     CHAPTER  2 - A WALK IN THE BUSH.                           12
     CHAPTER  3 - A NIGHT TO REMEMBER.                          29
     CHAPTER  4 - HOME ALONE?                                   43
     CHAPTER  5 - IN LOCO PARENTIS                              63
     CHAPTER  6 - THE NEXT MORNING.                             83
     CHAPTER  7 - APRES LE DELUGE.                              93
     CHAPTER  8 - SLAVE FOR AN HOUR.                           116
     CHAPTER  9 - REVELATIONS.                                 149
     CHAPTER 10 - THE LAST NIGHT.                              168
     CHAPTER 11 - POOR UNCLE LIAM.                             192
     CHAPTER 12 - HOMECOMING.                                  213
     CHAPTER 13 - INTRODUCING MARA.                            240
     CHAPTER 14 - SHERRY'S INDISCRETION.                       265
     CHAPTER 15 - A SPANKING.                                  283
     CHAPTER 16 - MARA AND CHLOE                               303
     CHAPTER 17 - CHLOE'S STORY.                               337
     CHAPTER 18 - SPANK ME. PLEASE.                            386
     CHAPTER 19 - SHOPPING FOR MARA.                           399
     CHAPTER 20 - MEATING THE NEIGHBOURS.                      420
     CHAPTER 21 - MOVIE MOGULS.                                449
     CHAPTER 22 - PIXIE                                        469
     MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR                                   478

















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Chapter 1            - A DISAPPOINTMENT AND A PLEASANT SURPRISE.



It was just after I had finished high school  and my mother and I took
a holiday on my uncle's property on the  Queensland coast.  I had been
told a fair bit about the place,  since my mother had vacationed there
before and I  was looking  forward to spending  long days  lounging on
sandy beaches and swimming in the waters of the tropics.  Well you can
imagine my  surprise  when  we arrived  and  I  discovered  that while
technically on  the coast,  the nearest  salt  water was  all mangrove
estuary and  the nearest  accessible beach  was  some 20  km  away and
shingle to boot.  The sandy beaches did exist  but one had to drive to
them and I didn't have a drivers license.   I would get to visit these
beaches but only on shopping days.  I  felt more than a little cheated
by this  lack  of  beaches but  it  turned  out to  be  a  blessing in
disguise.

The first morning I  explore the property which  is about 10 hectares,
about half  of  it covered  by  thick scrubby  bush  and  prickly pear
cactus.  Behind the my uncles  land is a cattle  station of about four
thousand hectares.  There's a dam on the  property and I think well at
least I can swim, however  when I reach  it I discover that the recent
rains have washed out one of  the walls and it  consists of about five
inches of very hot water over about 10 inches of  mud.  By this time I
am feeling really pissed off, here  I am 25 km  from the nearest town,
even smaller than the hell hole where I  live, and 45 km from anywhere
decent and the beaches  with the bikini clad  bathing beauties.  Shit,
it  was  starting  to   look  like  I   had  gotten  a   raw  deal  in
birthday/Christmas presents, four weeks in the bush, nowhere to go and
nothing to do.

I say words  to this  effect over lunch,  and my  uncle tells  me that
he'll take  me to  visit a  neighbour's property  after lunch  where I
could at least  swim and  have some  young company.   Lunch  ended, my
uncle, mother and I pile into his little  Suzuki 4WD and drive over to
visit the neighbours.

When we get  there I look  the place over.   The house  is a converted
stockman's hut raised about three meters  off the ground, on a mixture
of timber  piles and  concrete block  pillars,  underneath there  is a
small room, also  of concrete blocks,  with a twisted  steel door that
looks to have been blown half off it hinges.  There are the beginnings
of walls  and  piles of  building  materials stacked  underneath.   An
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I ask my uncle about  the little room and  he explained, "That's their
battery room, lightning  hit their solar  panels in  recent storm, and
the batteries exploded.   They were very  lucky as they  had only just
finished it.  A week earlier and the explosion would have killed them,
acid went everywhere."

Going up the stairs and onto the verandah, we meet the O'Conner family
and are invited in.  Inside  the house there is a  kitchen with a wood
stove, and kerosene fridge, beyond is  a lounge with beautiful antique
bookcases, the  rest  of  the  furniture  is  shabby  but  comfortable
looking.  An  open door  off the lounge  leads into  a bedroom  with a
king-size bed.

My uncle introduces me to the O'Conners  and I discover just how young
my company is to be, luckily I've  always gotten on better with people
younger than myself but this was to be the biggest age gap yet.

First there's the father James, in his mid forties, about 6 foot, dark
hair, skinny as a rake, with a short  beard, the mother Jane, again in
her mid forties and about five  foot eight.  She  has long dark blonde
hair and is about ten kilos  overweight, her skin is  tanned to a rich
coffee brown.

The children are  Jimmy; twelve years  old, four foot  six, short hair
the same colour  as his  mother's and looking  as obnoxious  as only a
twelve year  old can.    His sister  Katy  is nine  ("Almost  ten" she
informs me indignantly.).  She  is about four feet  tall and almost as
skinny as her father,  with Nordic blonde hair,  blue eyes, faded blue
shorts two sizes too large  and an old white  T-shirt that looked like
it belonged to her father.

I'm pissed all over again, not  even any 'scenery' to  look at.  After
the introductions and a quick cup of tea my uncle and mother return to
his house, him to go to sleep, as he was  on night shift and my mother
to go horse riding with one of the stockmen.

The kids  go into  the caravan,  where they  apparently sleep,  to get
changed into their bathers while I  go down to the dam  to have a look
at what looked like  my only entertainment  for most of  the next four
weeks.  When  I get  a look  at it  I see  the first  good luck  of my
holiday.  It's about thirty meters long and about fifteen wide, at one
end there's a small grass covered  island about six meters across with
a weeping willow in the middle and a pole with a small diving platform
jutting from it  at the  other.  Dropping  drop my  towel onto  an old
cable drum  nearby, I  strip off  my  T-shirt and  stepping out  of my
thongs I start to wade into the water.

From behind me, there comes a yell of "Wait!", I turn and the kids are
running towards me,  Jimmy is  wearing a ratty  pair of  denim cutoffs
belted with a piece  of rope and  Katy has on  a black one  piece.  As
they get closer I  think to myself  'Shit, where do  these people shop
for clothes, the Salvo's.' Katy's suit  is several sizes too large and
gapes at every  opening. (I later  learn that the  family are eco-nuts
and spends nearly  all of  their money on  the property,  clearing the
regrowth scrub and buying and planting rain forest trees.)

The kids come  pelting up to  me and Katy  grabs my  hand, dragging me
around to the end of the dam where a log is laid out over the water to


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the diving platform  and leads  me out to  it. "C'mon  Jimmy, get over
here." she calls.

When he arrives  she tells  me to wrap  my right  arm about  the pole,
which extends about twelve feet above the  platform, and hang on to my
right hand with  my left,  she then  instructs Jimmy  to climb  up and
stand on my shoulders.   Once she has us  arranged to her satisfaction
she climbs up  our bodies, standing  in the crook  of my  left arm and
placing her left foot on my shoulder, as she  does this the leg of her
suit gapes even further and there is  her little cunt only inches from
my eyes.   Sproing,  instant hardon  and  I start  to think  that this
holiday wouldn't be so bad after all.  In this position the outer lips
of her pussy are pulled wide open and her clit, which was anything but
little, peeks out from between her shell pink inner lips.

An instant  like  eternity later,  she  lifts her  other  foot  up and
clambers up her brother to stand on  his shoulders, looking up I could
see her brother staring up at her  crotch, which is now mostly covered
but still showing just enough to hint  at that which is now concealed.
I can also see up the leg of his cutoffs to where his slim cock stands
to attention amidst a  dozen or so fine  hairs, and pokes  out about a
very respectable distance for a twelve year old, he has obviously been
treated to the same view I had on her way past.

She then tells  us to  hold on,  flexes her  knees and  throws herself
backwards into  the  water,  performing  a  perfect  'headache'  bomb,
saturating me, her brother and  the pole clear to  the top, an instant
later I am soaked again  as Jimmy launches himself  into an 'A-A' just
to the  side of  where his  sister  had entered  the water.    As they
backpedal away to either  side of the platform  I complete the triplet
with a 'honey-pot' between them.

As I return to the surface I start  to castigate myself, 'What in hell
do you think you're thinking about, she's  only nine years old.  She's
half your age.'  An instant later I feel a tap  on the back of my head
and Katy giggles, "you're it!", as I turn I'm  just in time to see her
butt followed by her  heels disappearing beneath the  surface.  'Shit,
play now,  think  later.' and  I  duck  dive under  the  water  in the
direction I saw her disappear.

At this point I discover that  tag played in a dam  is a lot different
to that played in a pool,  as I can only see about  four feet in front
of me because  of all of  the clay suspended  in the water.   Katy has
long since turned to one side and I return to the surface for a breath
of air.   Looking  about I  see Katy  return to  the surface  some ten
meters away near the island.

I scan  the rest  of the  dam looking  for Jimmy  and can't  find him,
thirty, forty, fifty seconds pass and I start to get a little worried,
then I notice some ripples near the diving platform and looking closer
I see his  nose just  clearing the surface  on the  other side  of the
pole.  I carefully duck  below the surface and  swim in his direction,
slowly his foot emerges from the gloom in front of me, I grab it, give
him half a second to  prepare himself and jerk  him below the surface,
returning to the  world above  I reach  up and  grasp the  platform, a
second later  he  bursts  from  the  water  in  front  of  me giggling
uncontrollably, "Tricked ya, tricked ya!"



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"Yeah, tricked ya, tricked ya" as Katy  puts her hands on my shoulders
and tries to force  me beneath the surface.   Well 25  kilos of little
girl doesn't make much  impression on a  65 kilo bloke  who is holding
onto a telephone pole, but I  go along with it and  allow myself to be
pushed beneath  the  surface.    Big  mistake,  as  I  come  back  up,
sputtering suitably, Jimmy tags me and they both quickly disappear.

The lively game of tag continues for about twenty minutes and I call a
halt as I am getting puffed.  I swim over  to the platform and wrap my
right arm around  the pole to  support myself, Jimmy  clambers up onto
the platform and sits with his feet  dangling over my head, Katy swims
up to me,  grabs me about  the neck and  draws my left  arm around her
waist to support  herself.  For  a few minutes  we rest  there while I
catch my breath and they  tell me a little  about themselves, how they
don't go to school because  there is no bus  for primary students, but
instead have correspondence classes.  How their father had taught them
to walk the tightrope  on their boundary  fence, which has  a 3/4 inch
aluminium cable strung as the top wire, and how they were making their
very own rain forest.

While I am getting  my breath back Katy  says, "Bet you  can't stop me
getting away."

I look at her funny and Jimmy says, "Yeah  bet you can't, she's a real
escape artist."

"Oh!" I say, and  I tighten my grip  around her waist.   Well the next
thing I  know I'm  holding  onto nothing  but  the pole  and  an empty
bathing suit and Katy is bobbing up and  down in the water about three
meters away shrieking,  "Told ya, told ya."

I hold out her bathers  towards her saying, "They're  a bit big aren't
they?"

"Yeah, they're my sisters, my old ones are too small"

"Your sister," I  ask "where's she?",  thinking maybe I  can change my
luck with her.

"Oh, she's married,"  'Damn!',   "she's with her  husband and kids and
my big brother down in Brisbane."  'double damn'.  Katy takes the suit
from me and  instead of  putting it  back on  she throws  it up  so it
drapes over Jimmy's head, "I don't like them, they rub, usually I just
swim in my knickers.   Jimmy's still  it!", with this  she ducks below
the surface presenting me  with the twin globes  of her little behind.
Sproing, and my one eyed trouser snake rears his ugly head again.

While I'm picking up my jaw, Jimmy steps  on my head, "You're it!" and
dives in.

'She's still only  nine' I  tell Woody.   'Almost  ten he  reminds me.
Anyway so what,' says he, 'she's a girl, we're a boy and she's naked.'
'but...'  "Can't catch me!" "Can't catch me!",  the two kids jeer,  So
I abandon my  inner struggle  and we continue  with the  game, but now
there's an added twist  as Woody seems to  guide my hand  to grasp her
buttocks when I next catch Katy.  She giggles, wriggles her butt in my
hand for a  second or  two and then  dives after  Jimmy.   'See!' says
Woody, 'You're imagining things.' I reply.


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Next thing I know, a light touch runs up my leg, over my dick, past my
nipples and Katy  bursts from the  water in front  of me  and pulls my
nose.  "You're  it!"   she giggles,  but this  time her  giggle sounds
subtly different to her others, she then plants her feet in the middle
of my chest  and dives backwards  away from me.   'Told  ya, told ya!'
'Oh gawd, now my dicks mocking me.'

I start scanning the  water for the  kids and seeing  Jimmy's head pop
up, 'A safe target.' I  think and launch myself  in his direction, but
he disappears before I can reach  him, Katy pops up  just to my right,
sees me and tries  to duck back beneath  the surface.  I  reach out to
grab her. and find  myself holding onto the  top of her  thigh with my
finger rubbing up  into her  little slit. 'Oh  shit, that's  it, she's
gonna freak.' I think, but she  just turns in my hand  and looks at me
with a funny look  on her face and  says, "I'm sick of  tag let's play
torpedoes".

I'm still in  a state of  shock at  this point so  I just  look at her
stupid and ask, "What's that?"

She grabs my hand and leads  me over towards the  bank until the water
is about  waist  deep and  holds  my  hand palm  up  just  beneath the
surface, then lies down so her  chest rests on my hand.   She tells me
to hold the bottom of her  feet with the other hand  and when she nods
her head, to  push her across  the surface of  the water as  hard as I
can.  I  take her feet  and lift them  to the surface  and find myself
staring at her little bottom, Woody can't resist this sight and starts
drooling, a few seconds  later I feel her  body shaking and  I look to
see her with her arms  stretched out ahead of  her, her palms together
and her head nodding violently up  and down.  So I  launch her and she
travels about half way across  the dam, Woody using  my eyes to follow
that tight little derriere.

I jump as I feel a  tap on my shoulders and turn  to see Jimmy saying,
"My turn now."

After about half a dozen launches each, I call a stop, saying, "I need
a cigarette."   Jimmy  and I  clamber  out of  the water  and  we head
towards my towel while Katy swims  over to the platform, retrieves her
suit and puts it on.  Drying my hands I roll a cigarette.

While I'm lighting up Katy comes up behind  me and says "Let's go over
and sit on the island."

"O.K."  I reply, we gather up my towel and tobacco and things and wade
over to the island.  I spread my towel out on the grass under the tree
and sit  down leaning  up against  it's  trunk.   Katy and  Jimmy park
themselves in front of me sitting with their legs crossed.  'Oh gawd!'
I can  see inside  the leg  band of  her bathers  and Woody  stirs yet
again.

We sit there  for about fifteen  minutes talking about  this and that,
while I  smoke my  cigarette. Though  I'm  too distracted,  fighting a
loosing battle with Woody's  control over my eyes  to take much notice
of the conversation.  The way she is sitting I can see every detail of
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an inch. Her  lips are  stretched so wide  that I  can see  her little
peehole above her vagina which glistened wetly.

When I finish my smoke, Jimmy say's, "I'm  going up to play Atari, you
wanna come?"

I look at Katy who replies for me "No, I  want Geoff to swim some more
with me."

Jimmy races off, up to the  house leaving me alone  with Katy, we slip
into the water and swim  over to the diving  platform where Katy say's
she wants  to  jump  from  my  shoulders  again.  Another  tantalising
glimpse, another face full  of water and I  jump in after  her, when I
surface she takes  my hand and  tows me over  near the  bank where she
tells me  she wants  me to  toss her.  The first  couple of  times she
stands in my hands and I catapult  her backwards towards the middle of
the dam. Then she wants me  to 'cannonball' her.  She  curls up into a
ball and I balance her on my shoulder and throw her like a shot-put.

Well tossing a 25 kilo shot-put is rather tiring so after only five or
six of these I retire to the middle of the dam and suspend myself from
the platform again, like before Katy wraps  my arm about her waist but
this time tucks my  hand down between her  legs.  Well I  jerk it away
like I was scalded,  but she just puts  it back and tells  me: "I like
touching myself down there and I want you to do it too." I try to tell
her that it's wrong, but she  says "I know all about  that, but I like
it and I trust you and I'll never tell anyone about it."

By this time Woody is  threatening to go off  like Mount Saint Hellens
and is doing most  of my thinking for  me, so I slip  my hand into the
gaping leg hole of her bathers and start to gently stroke my finger up
and down her slit, running  the tip from her  tiny little hole forward
to circle her clit and back again.

As I continue my strokes I  start to push the  tip against the opening
of her tight little hole  until it finally opens  enough for my finger
to slip into her and press up against the barrier of her virginity.  I
slowly slip it  in and out  for a minute  or two, then  withdraw it to
find her clit standing  stiffly to attention and  nearly an inch long,
gently grasping it between my thumb and  my first two fingers I slowly
draw it's hood back and forth over the tip, wanking on it like a small
uncircumcised penis.

As I continue,  her face  starts to become  flushed, her  breath comes
faster and she starts to grind her butt  into my belly.  After another
minute or so I change my grip so I can embed the tip of my ring finger
in her tight little hole, whilst continuing  to jack off her clit with
my thumb and  forefinger.   Suddenly she  stiffens, clamps  her thighs
tight about my hand and her  vagina starts to nibble on  the tip of my
finger which is pressed up against her virginity.  Just as suddenly, I
groan as I feel an exquisite pain in my  groin as my prick erupts into
my pants, it feels like I've pulled a muscle as I cum harder than I've
ever cum before in  my life, and I  continue to spasm  long after I've
pumped myself dry.

Turning in my arm she kisses me softly on  the lips and says "Oh, that
was nice, I've never felt like that before."



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"You had an orgasm." I gently reply and kiss  her in the middle of the
forehead.

"Does it always feel like that?"

"It should." I reply softly, "Sometimes better."

We slowly swim  over to  the island,  where I  make and  light another
cigarette, I lean  back against  the tree and  Katy snuggles  up to my
side and rests  her head on  my chest.   Suddenly she  giggles, "I can
hear your heart and it's going very hard."

"I know," I reply, "I had an orgasm too."  I bend my head forwards and
kiss the top of her head and she grasps my  hand and cuddles it to her
chest, where  her  own heartbeat  slowly  subsides. We  lie  like that
silently in shared togetherness for what might have been a lifetime.

A few minutes, like an hour, later,  Jimmy comes running down from the
house yelling, that  his mum want's  to know if  I want a  cup of tea.
Katy and  I gather  my things  together and  we head  up to  the house
pausing at the cable reel  to retrieve my T-shirt.   While there, Katy
clambers up onto the reel and motions for me to turn around, whereupon
she climbs astride  my shoulders,  her suit pulls  to one  side in the
process and her  bare little  cunt is rubbing  against the  back of my
neck.

When we get  up to the  house Jane sends  Katy off to  get changed and
says "I hope she hasn't been too much trouble?"

"No," I reply, "She's been delightful."

Handing me a cup of tea Jane leads me  into the lounge, she then turns
to me and asks if I'd like to borrow a pair of dry shorts, I thank her
and she leads me  into her bedroom where  she retrieves a  pair of her
husbands shorts, hands  them to  me and  leaves the  room.   I quickly
strip, dry off and get dressed again.   Returning to the lounge I take
a seat on the couch and  begin talking to Jane and  James, they ask me
about what subjects  I did  at school and  what I  was going  to do at
college.

At this point our  conversation is interrupted as  Katy catapults into
the room, this time she  is dressed in an  ankle length skirt straight
out of the flower power era, and a little  pink crop top and she looks
gorgeous.

She take  a seat  at my  side and  cuddles  up to  me, 'This  is being
discrete?' I think  to myself,  but her parents  ignore it  except for
Jane to comment, "That's got to  be the worst case  of puppy love I've
ever seen."

We continue  our  conversation and  I  tell  them that  I  hope  to do
computing at college.  In return they tell me about their property and
how they are  trying to  create a rain  forest micro-climate.   We sit
there for about an hour  talking about how the  stockmen of old really
stuffed things  up, clearing  land so  that  the heavy  tropical rains
eroded the soil  badly, and what  regrowth there was,  was thick scrub
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birds.  All  this time Katy  is a soft,  warm lump in  my side, saying
nothing, just being there and I never want her to go away.

But by this time it was getting late and the  sun was about to set, so
reluctantly I excused myself, saying I had  to head home before it got
dark.  I thank them for a great time, and hope that I would be able to
come back and use their dam again.   They reply in the affirmative and
I take my leave.

Katy walks with me to  the boundary of their  property holding my hand
and points out a shortcut back  to my uncle's, she  them pulls my head
down to her  level and  gives me  a soft  sweet kiss  on the  lips and
saying, "Come back tomorrow."

"I've got to," I laugh, "I'm still wearing your dad's pants." she then
kisses me again, gives  me a big hug  and turns back to  her house.  I
stand there  and watch  her until  she  disappears behind  a  clump of
bamboo, turning, I  duck through the  fence and return  to my uncle's,
and a cold, late tea.









































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Chapter 2             - A WALK IN THE BUSH.



Over the next  few days I  get to know  Katy's family  better and find
myself drawn more and more  to her for reasons  other than the sexual,
indeed nothing  more than  the occasional  cuddle  and her  kissing me
goodbye occurs during this period.

Jimmy makes himself more  and more obnoxious treating  Katy like dirt;
ordering her  around,  stealing  her  lollies  and  trying  to disrupt
anything she was doing, though he quickly learns that if I'm involved,
to wait his turn or be frozen out all together.

As I spend more time with the family I come to see the reason for this
behaviour, their parents are firmly of the opinion that only males are
of any use, accordingly Jimmy gets nearly all of the attention, indeed
he's encouraged to lord it over his sister.   On the other side of the
coin, Katy's only function in life was to  entrap a husband so that he
would take her would be off their hands.   To accomplish this all Katy
has to do is look after  her skin and teeth and  look pretty.  However
as I get to know the children  better it becomes patently obvious that
Katy can think rings around her 'oh so superior' big brother.

I do not like the situation and while I am unable to do anything about
it directly, I give as much of my attention to Katy as possible.  I am
helped in this  by her  parent attitudes,  who see  her as  not really
worth bothering about.

In compensation  for  her  parent's  attitudes  I  encourage  Katy  in
independent thinking, teaching her  how to put on  a "public face" and
how to hide her real thoughts behind it.   I discover in the course of
conversations with her that every time  she starts to best her brother
in their school work, she is reined in and  given work to do about the
house, "being trained  to be  a good wife"  I guess  her parents would
call it.

I show her how to keep her apparent performance behind her brothers by
deliberately getting answers wrong, while keeping  track of her actual
performance in her head.  This kid amazed me, she picks up on what I'm
getting at very quickly, indeed she thinks it's a great game.  She has
already worked out for herself what her parents plans for her were and
at age nine she had already decided that she  wanted no part of it and
is already beginning to make moves  of her own in  the directions I am
encouraging her.



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Later we move  onto the advanced  subject of  creative falsehoods, she
already has two of the three main rules of lying down pat:
 1.  Tell the truth in such a way as to be believed to be lying; and
 2.  Keep it simple and don't embellish;
She quickly picks up on the hardest one of all.
 3.  Tell part of the truth but lead the listener to reach an
erroneous
     conclusion.
Lazarus Long would have been proud.

One day about five  days after my  arrival, I visit  the O'Conners and
discover that Jimmy has  gone off with  some older boys  who live down
the road leaving Katy behind.  The  weather had turned a little cooler
than it had been to date and Katy decides she  is going to take me for
a walk on the  neighbouring cattle station, we  check with her parents
and they quickly give their permission.

Katy takes me  into the kitchen  where we get  a canteen  of water and
prepare some lunch, then  leads me off  to the caravan,  where she and
her brother sleep, so  that she can put  on some clothes.   I start to
wait outside but Katy  drags me in so  that we can talk.   She grabs a
pair of knickers, and  stepping in one side,  threads them through the
crotch of her bathers  and puts her leg  through the other  side.  She
then strips off her bathing suit  and pulls on a pair  of shorts and a
T-shirt, a scruffy  pair of sandals  and a baseball  cap completed the
ensemble.  Moving to the other end of the van we half inch (pinch) her
brother's knapsack, stow our  provisions and my towel  and head on our
way.

Leading me by the hand, she  takes me to the back  of their land where
it adjoins the cattle station, I hold  the barbed wire apart while she
clambers through then follow  her.  Grasping my  hand again she guides
me through the  bush to  where a track,  used by  the stockmen  to get
their trucks in and  out, runs.  Hand  in hand we walk  down the track
talking about various things.

As we  walked I  noticed, several  piles  of sawdust  and  hundreds of
pieces of timber, curved on one side and flat on the other.

"What are those?" I ask Katy.

"Oh that's where the sleeper  cutters, cut up the  logs from the trees
they cut down  to make  railway sleepers."  she explains,  "Those bits
left over are called flitches."

After about another fifteen minutes I see a  bus up ahead and point it
out. "What's that doing here?"

"Issac lives in that," she tells me, He used  to be a stockman on this
property and the owner lets him live here."

As we get closer  I saw that the  bus is all but  derelict, it's up on
blocks and half of the windows have sheets of corrugated iron fastened
over them, a sort of shed walled on two side with flitches is attached
to the side of  the bus, around the  bus are a number  of rough timber
sculptures which have been carved with an axe and chainsaw.




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Issac is about  seventy five  years old  with snowy  white hair  and a
long, unkempt, nicotine stained beard and  moustache.  Katy introduces
us and we exchange a few pleasantries.  Issac offers us a drink and we
accept.  Pouring from a large  jug, he hands each of  us a glass about
half full of  some dark liquid,  taking a sip  I discover  that he had
given me and a nine year  old girl neat rum.  I  turn to say something
to Katy but as I open my mouth she up ends  her glass and drains it in
a single gulp.

Looking me in the eye she says, "drink your drink?"

Somewhat stunned, especially  her at her  ability to  consume neat rum
with such ease, I comply, gasping as the raw neat liquid burns its way
down my gullet.   After a few  more minutes of  conversation Katy says
"Goodbye." to Issac and we continue on our way.

After we are out of earshot, I turn to  Katy and ask, "does he usually
give you rum to drink?"

She replies, "Yep and I like it, it makes me feel good."

"Does he ever try to do anything to you?"

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"Does he ever try to touch you like I did in the dam the other day?"

"No, never.  I figure he might one day,  but if he ever starts looking
at me funny I just won't go back, besides I can run faster than him."

"Well you be very careful." I warn her, and we continue walking.

A couple  of minutes  later she  stops,  and says  "You know  when you
rubbed my privates and I  felt really good?" I  nod and she continues,
"Well I tried rubbing myself in bed, it  feels kinda good but not like
when you did it.  What am I doing wrong?"

I look around and spy a  log by the side of the  track and take a seat
on it.  Katy  perches herself on my  knee and I ask  her, "What do you
know about sex?"

"Can I say bad words" she asks.

"You can  say any  words you  like.   There aren't  any bad  words," I
explain, "what makes  them bad is  how you use  them.  Like  if I said
'You're a fucking cunt.'  I'm saying something  bad, but if  I said 'I
like fucking cunts.' I'm just saying what I  like to do, the words are
the same but what I'm saying with them is different."

"Oh, I see."

"Be careful who  you use words  like that around  though, because most
people think  that the  words themselves  are bad,  and that  they are
really bad if a kid uses them."

"That's stupid."




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"I know, but then  most people are a  bit stupid or  have stupid ideas
and the smart people know that they have to act like the stupid people
or they will get in trouble."

"I get it,  It's like  my lessons.   If I  want to  learn I've  got to
pretend I'm stupid or I get stopped."

"Exactly, just remember that  your parents aren't  really stupid, they
just have an old fashioned,  stupid idea about boys  and girls.  We're
just extra smart and can  recognise the stupid ideas.   Anyway, if you
want to learn about sex you'd better answer my question."

"O.K. I  know that  sex, uh  fucking,  is where  a man  puts  his dick
between a woman's  legs, uh in  her cunt, and  that's how  they make a
baby."

"Have you ever had  a really good  look at your  pussy. That's another
word for cunt and I like it better and you wont get in as much trouble
if the wrong person hears you say it."

"Yeah, but I don't really know what all the parts are."

I lean over and get a  stick and smooth an area of  the ground with my
foot.  "O.K., I don't have to be  accurate then, just as well, because
I can't draw very well."  Saying this I lift her from my knee, and sit
her beside me on  the log, bending over  I draw a rough  sketch of the
female and male genitalia. (The penis  erect, because I think that all
the books  used in  school are  stupid.)   As  I  do this  I  think of
Socrates definition of a school, A log with a teacher on one end and a
student on the other.

Using the stick as  a pointer I  point out the  various feature naming
them and explaining their function as I go: "These are the inner lips,
they help to keep dirt out of the vagina."

At this point  Katy interrupts  me and says,  "I don't  have any inner
lips."

"Yes you do  but they  are pretty small  at the  moment, and  when you
stretch your pussy  open to look  inside they  disappear, they'll grow
like your boobs will  when you get older.   The inner  lips are pretty
sensitive and it feels good when  you rub them the  right way.  Anyway
this is the entrance to the  vagina or cunt hole, it's  a sort of tube
which goes up inside of your body.

"These are the outer  lips, they protect  the inner lips  and this the
clitoris or clit."

"How come my clit sticks out between them then?" She asks.

"You just have a big clit, just like some women have big tits."

"Is it bad that I have a big clitoris?"

"No, in fact I think it's  good because you can do  more things with a
big clit.  The clit has  thousands of nerve endings  and is very, very
sensitive, when it gets rubbed  the right way, it  fills up with blood
and gets bigger and even more sensitive."


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"Now this is a mans penis, dick, prick, cock  and a whole lot of other
names, it's  a lot  like the  clitoris  because its  also has  lots of
nerves in it to make it sensitive, it fills  up with blood to and gets
big and hard like this so it can be pushed up inside a woman's vagina,
normally it's smaller and soft and just dangles."

"I know," Katy interjects  with a giggle, "I've  seen my brother's, it
looks like a witchetty grub.  What do you  mean, it goes up inside the
vagina, It  wouldn't fit,  I put  my finger  in there  and it  sort of
hurts, and I can't put it  in very far or it hurts  even more.  Just a
sec, how come  it didn't hurt  when you put  your finger  in the other
day?"

"O.K., one thing at  a time," I begin  to explain, "When a  woman or a
girl, gets sexually aroused or horny..."

"I've heard that word, what's it mean?"

"Horny? It means when her body gets ready to have sex."

"Oh."

"Anyway, when she gets horny the  muscles around a girl's vagina relax
and loosen up, and  special glands inside it  produce a slippery fluid
that lubricates inside her vagina so you  can put pretty big things in
there without it hurting, after all a baby has to come out of there."

Katy interrupts again, "You still haven't  told me why my finger would
only go in a little way, a dick is much  longer than my finger, do you
only put it in a little bit?"

"I was just  getting to that,  just inside your  vagina is  a piece of
skin, called a hymen or  cherry, it stopped shit  from going up inside
you when you were a baby,  in the middle of it is a tiny hole just big
enough to let blood out."

"Blood?"

"I'll get to that in a minute, just be patient. O.K.?"

"O.K.."

"Well, the first time a girl has sex  the mans penis is forced through
the hole in that  piece of skin and  it gets torn away,  and his penis
goes all the way up inside.

"Doesn't that hurt a lot?" she asks a little apprehensively.

"Sometimes," I reply, "but some girls  hardly feel it at  all.  It all
depends on how aroused a girl is when  it happens, if she isn't turned
on (that means horny too) it hurts a lot, if she is just about to have
an orgasm she hardly feels it at all, the  pain gets mixed up with all
the good feelings and her body can't tell them apart."

"Is that the only way it can get torn?"




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"No, sometimes  a doctor  cuts it  away, or  it can  get broken  in an
accident, like if you fall on  the bar of a boys bike  or you can just
push through it with your finger."

"What about the blood."

"O.K., O.K., stand up and face me.  Here inside  you, " I trace on her
belly with my finger, "is  a special organ called  the uterus which is
connected to the top of the vagina, and  attached to it with tubes are
two more organs called ovaries.   When you get  older the ovaries will
start making tiny little  eggs, one or two  every month or  so.  These
eggs travel  down  the  tubes  to the  uterus  and  if  the  egg isn't
fertilised, your body will make the lining of the uterus peel away and
it will bleed a little for a few days to wash the discarded lining and
the dead  egg out.  Then your  body will  make a  new lining  for your
uterus and it happens all over again."

"How does the egg get fertilised?"

"Well," back to  the drawings,  "Here in this  little sack  called the
scrotum, are two  glands called testicles,  balls, or nuts,   The make
millions of tiny little cells, called  sperm, that look like tadpoles,
when a mans cock is rubbed up and down, like it was sliding in and out
of a vagina,  these sperm travel  through tubes inside  his body where
they get mixed with a slippery fluid,  then this comes spurting out of
the end of his penis and  if his penis is inside a  woman and it's the
right time, one of the sperm might meet  up with her egg and fertilise
it, it then sticks to the inside of her uterus and starts to grow into
a baby. Nine months later the uterus squeezes the baby out."

"But why doesn't it feel as good when I rub it?" she asks.

"Well when you did  it, did you rub  yourself very softly,  or did you
just push things around?"

"Just pushed them around I guess." she replies.

"O.K.. When you play with yourself, you  either have to be very gentle
or slippery.   The  best way  to do  it  is to  just start  out gently
rubbing around the  outside, as it  starts to feel  better your vagina
will start to make that lubricating  fluid, when this happens smear it
around everywhere especially  on your  clit.  You  can then  push your
finger or  fingers in  a little  bit, and  rub your  clit, as  you get
closer to your orgasm you can rub harder, when you're really close you
can rub much harder, just be careful  because pain feels like the good
feelings then,  so if  you get  too rough  you'll be  sore afterwards.
Just do what feels good and keep things slippery."

"O.K., I think I know what to do now." she says.

"Just remember in a  few year when  you start bleeding  your mother is
going to have  a talk with  you about these  things.   Remember to say
'Yuck' and 'how  does it fit?'  at the right  times or  she's going to
want to know where you learned this."

"I'm not stupid you know!" she says accusingly.

Finally, explanations over, we get up and continue our walk.


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Five minutes later she turns in front of me  and says, "I need to pee,
close your eyes."  I think this is rather strange as we are surrounded
by trees but I comply, however,  as soon as I hear  her piddle hit the
ground I open my  eyes and see her  grinning up at me,  looking down I
see she has pulled the leg band of her shorts and knickers to one side
and is holding her  pussy lips apart  with her hips  thrust forward as
she pees standing up.  When she has  finished she giggles, "I knew you
would look."

"Well what do you expect?" I reply.

She just giggles again, "Now it's your turn."

"It's a bit  difficult now," I  say, "as my  penis is hard,  and a man
can't piss with a hardon."

"Oooh, can I  see it,  can you  make it  shoot for  me? That's  what I
really want to see anyway."

I think about it  for a while, half  a second at least,  then agree. I
open the fly of my  shorts, and wrestle Woody  from his confinement, I
then clasp him in my fist and pumping up  and down I roll the foreskin
back and forth  over the  glans, explaining as  I go,  "This is called
masturbating or jerking off."

She stand slightly to one side looking  on intently. "Can I try that?"
she asks.

I nod and remove  my hand, I then  take her hand and  wrap it about my
shaft, and holding  mine over  hers I demonstrate  to her  the correct
motion, taking my hand away I  look at her face, upon  which is a look
of intense concentration.  It only takes a  dozen or so strokes of her
hand before I'm spewing cum everywhere.   If the cum I  had in the dam
was painful then this one was sheer agony, but the sort of pain that I
would gladly experience any time.

My first shots land  nearly three meters in  front of me,  and I spurt
eight or nine times before it slows  to a dribble coating Katy's hand,
final an  eternity  later  I finish  cumming,  and  have  to  stop her
stroking, as I  explain to  her how a  man's penis  is extra sensitive
after he has cum.

She examines the cum coating her  hand, rubbing it between her fingers
and sniffing at it.

"Some people like the taste of it, you know." I say.

She looks at me and says, "I will, if you do."

So scooping up a dollop of the end of my prick with my finger I pop it
in my mouth  and suck  it clean.   Katy watches  me for  a moment then
stick out  her tongue  and takes  a  tentative lick.   Stopping  for a
second, she rolls her tongue about inside her mouth then sticks it out
again and avidly licks  her whole hand clean.   "I like  it, it tastes
great."

"I can tell." I laugh.


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"Next time I want you to  shoot it all in my mouth,  so I can drink it
all." she says.

'Oh shit!' I think, Woody twitches and unsuccessfully tries to rise to
the occasion.  Using my finger I wipe the rest of the cum off my prick
and feed it to her and she laps it up like it was ice-cream.  Stuffing
Woody back in my pants we continue on down the track.

As we walk Katy asks, "Was that an orgasm?"

"Yes," I reply, "that's what happens when a man has an orgasm."

"It looked really cool, did it feel good?"

"Very good, the best."

"Can I make it happen  again?  I want  to taste it again,  I like it a
lot."

"You'll have to wait a little while," I say,  "It takes a mans balls a
little while to make more cum."

"Cum?" She asks.

I explain, "It's another word for orgasm and sperm.

"It's getting on for lunch," I say. "why don't we sit down and eat?"

"There's a  dam near  here, we'll  eat there."  Katy replies.  We soon
arrive at the dam, and laying  out my towel we  seat ourselves under a
tree nearby where lunch is quickly demolished.

"Are you ready, to cum again?" Katy asks.

"I am, but don't you want to cum too?"  I inquire in return.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"Well, sit here."  I guide  her to sit  on my  stomach, straddling me,
leaning back against my knees, which are raised.  Reaching down I push
the leg band of her shorts and knickers to one side, holding her pants
out of  the way  with my  right hand  I  gaze at  her pussy,  "It's so
beautiful" I murmur and my cock begins to harden behind her.

"Oh! I can feel your penis poking into my bum."

I slowly with feather touches  of my left hand  begin to trace circles
on her upper  thigh, moving  closer to her  pussy with  every circuit.
"Oooh, that  tickles! It  feels nice."   After  a minute  or so,  I am
stroking my finger over  her pussy lips  at the top  of every circuit.
"That's making me feel all tingly  in my tummy."   "Your tummy or your
pussy?"  I ask.  "Yeah my pussy.  You know saying those words makes it
feel even better. It makes me feel naughty and good when I say them."

"I know, that's one of the reasons, people don't want kids to say them
or to know about how good orgasms feel."



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"But that's stupid!"

"What did I  say about  stupid ideas?"  I ask,  "But this  stupid idea
isn't really that stupid, think  about it for a  bit, most kids aren't
as smart as  you and  wouldn't think about  any bad  things that might
happen."

"What bad things?"

"Well what if  I didn't  really care  how you  felt, but  only thought
about feeling good myself, some men  are like that and  it can be hard
to tell the difference.  What if someone like that found a kid playing
with herself and  just forced  his cock up  inside her  without making
sure she was ready first then throwing her away when he is finished.

Even if it didn't  hurt her body, it  would hurt her  mind because she
would know  that he  didn't like  her but  was just  using her  like a
thing.  And  it is even  harder to heal  a mind than  it is  to heal a
body, because the mind finds it very  hard to forget things like that,
and the poor girl  ends up feeling dirty  and used.  Even  if the mind
does manage to forget something really  bad it usually makes something
else out of balance as well.

"So you see that it isn't  such a stupid idea after  all.  Now talking
like this has  made me  feel a little  sad so  come up  here and we'll
cuddle for a while."

We snuggle for a  few minutes, when Katy  asks, "So it's  all right if
the people like each other, and they make each other feel good?"

"Almost," I say,  "they should  also make sure  that no  one else gets
hurt either, generally  this means  keeping your  mouth shut,  and not
letting other people see what is  going on unless you  want them to be
part of it too."

We cuddle for  a few  more minutes until  Katy asks,  "Are you feeling
better now?"  I nod,  "Goody!"   She  quickly repositions  herself and
draws my hand to her crotch.

I begin gently  stroking her through  her knickers until  a damp patch
appears, pulling the gusset  to one side  I gather some  of the liquid
weeping from  her slit  on  my finger  tip,  I begin  to  increase the
pressure of  my strokes,  allowing my  fingertip  to slip  between her
lips.  More moisture forms and  I collect it and  spread it around her
sweet little pussy.

She is now very wet  and I use the  back of my right  hand to hold her
pants aside and  the fingertips  to spread  her lips  apart.   I'm now
looking straight into her vagina and can see her hymen, which glistens
in the dappled  sunlight which  filters through the  leaves.   With my
left hand I begin massaging her lubrication into her clitoris which is
now standing proudly to attention.  Grasping it between my fingers and
thumb I stretch it,  away from her  body, then release  it, letting it
snaps back.

"Ohhh!" she exclaims.




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I then move my fingers to the bottom of  her crack, and insert the tip
of one into her tiny, incredibly  tight hole, I gently  work it in and
out until I have it inserted  to the first knuckle  and I'm rubbing up
against her virginity.   Withdrawing my  finger from her  body, I move
back to her clit and begin masturbating it like a tiny cock, It is now
standing well clear of her vulva  so I release her  lips from my right
hand and slowly insert  my right stinkfinger into  her drooling cunny.
I start a syncopating motion pulling up with my left hand as I push my
finger into  her and  back as  I  withdraw.   Her pussy  lips  are now
flushed and swollen  and she is  beyond speech,  emitting little gasps
and moans of pleasure.   Suddenly she  squeals and her  pussy grips my
finger so tightly I  can barely move  it, I continue  my motions until
she grips my left hand to stop it, but I  continue to move my right in
an out but much slower than earlier.

Finally she  releases the  deathgrip on  my left  hand, I  withdraw my
finger with an  audible pop,  and bring  it towards  my face,  where I
inhale, taking in her exquisite  aroma, then to my  mouth where I suck
it clean.

"Ohhh! that felt  even better than  the last time."   She  says, "Do I
taste nice?"

"The best."  I say.   Gathering  more of  her fluids  on my  finger, I
present it too her, whereupon she sucks it dry with no hesitation.

"Mmm, nice, almost as good as your cum."

"Better." I say.   She reaches between  her legs coats  her own finger
with her juices and  feeds them to me.   I then collect  some more and
offer it to her.  Taking turns we feed each other her juices until her
crotch is as dry as we can make it.  Turning about she then cuddles up
to my side, I kiss her on top of her  head and we snuggle silently for
a few minutes.

Suddenly she looks up at me with a  cheeky grin, "Your turn" she say's
and dives for my  crotch, undoing the stud  and zipper she  tugs on my
shorts, I stand and she pulls them down to my ankles and I step out of
them, she then tucks the front of my jocks under my balls and gazes at
my exposed genitals.

Suddenly feeling as mischievous  as Katy looks, I  decide to introduce
them, "You  weren't properly  introduced  before," I  say,  "Katy meet
Woody.  Woody this is Katy."

"Pleased to meet you I'm sure." says Katy, and taking a firm grip, she
shakes him up and down.

Kneeling in front  of me  Katy begins to  quickly stroke  up and down.
Taking hold of her hand I stop her, saying "Take it slowly, the longer
you can make it last the better it feels when I do cum"

"O.K."

"Spit in your hand  and get it wet,  rub it all over  the knob that'll
make it feel even better."




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She does this then grins again, "I've  got a better idea, and slipping
her left hand between  her legs she rubs  her it back and  forth for a
while then withdraws it coated with  her juices, transferring these to
the head of my cock, she then goes back for more, all the while slowly
stroking her right hand up and down my  engorged shaft.  All the while
she is masturbating  me she is  alternately rubbing her  cunt and then
massaging her juices into my glans.

It doesn't take much of this before I'm ready to shoot my wad, "Do you
still want that drink?" I ask.

"Oooh, yes please!" comes the immediate reply.   I place my hand on my
shaft and she immediately  removes her own and  plunges it between her
legs to join the other  where they both begin  rubbing furiously.  She
opens her mouth  wide, pokes  her tongue out  and tilts  her head back
slightly, taking a  step forward I  begin stroking furiously,   half a
dozen strokes later I  shoot my load, the  first spurt misses, coating
her cheek and forehead, beading  in her fringe.   I quickly correct my
aim, and the rest of my load finds the intended receptacle.

As my  spasms slow  to a  dribble I  lay the  head of  my cock  on her
tongue, finally I squeeze the last few drops onto her tongue.  Looking
into her mouth I  see that her mouth  is so full I  can't see her back
teeth and long strings of cum  drool from her upper  lip into the pool
at the back  of her  mouth.   She closes  her lips  and swirls  my cum
around inside  her  mouth  for  a  few  moments,  tasting  it,  before
swallowing it  with  an  audible  gulp.    Suddenly  she  stiffens and
shudders in front of me as she has another orgasm of her own.

When she recovers she squeals, "I did it, I did it myself!"

"What do you mean?" I gasp.

"I gave myself an orgasm, it's the first one you didn't do for me."

I gather her up in my arms and she  hugs me around the neck, squeezing
tightly, I hug her back, cupping  her tiny arse in  one hand the other
supporting the back of her head.  I stand there holding this beautiful
woman-child thinking of  nothing but  how good she  feels in  my arms.
Hours or only minutes later she wriggles in  my arms, as I release her
she says, "I feel all sweaty and sticky let's swim."

Suiting her actions to her words,  she quickly strips off her T-shirt,
shorts and sandals and  starts splashing into the  water.  removing my
T-shirt and  kicking off  my thongs  I  give chase  and  overtake her.
Sweeping her back up into my arms I roll her  into a ball and lift her
to my shoulder then launch her towards the middle  of the dam.  I dive
after the human  missile I've just  released, grasp  her mid-thigh and
tug her beneath the surface.  Pulling her towards me I blow a "zoober"
(TM Rudy Huxtable)  into her belly  button, then rise  to the surface.
Katy erupts from the water in front of me.

"I'm gonna get you for that!" she giggles.

My "Promises, promises." earns  me a face  full of water.   Whilst I'm
gasping Katy disappears beneath the surface  and jabs her fingers into
my ribs tickling me, as I laugh she rises from the water behind me and
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When I  rise she  is nowhere  to  be seen.  As I  tread  water, slowly
turning to look about me something soft and  slimy hits the back of my
head, I spin about and barely have time to duck beneath the surface as
another ball of mud comes my way.  In our play, back at her place, I'd
noticed that  she nearly  always swims  off  to the  right  and taking
advantage of this,  I swim  beneath the surface  to where  I think she
should be, 'Ah gotcha!' I think  as I see a small  foot flash in front
of my face.  grasping it in one hand I tow  her nearer the edge of the
water until my feet can just touch the bottom.  Still holding onto her
foot I  duck  to  the  bottom  and pick  up  a  good  handful  of mud.
Returning to the surface I transfer  my grip so that  I am holding her
about the middle and pull out the  waistband of her knickers and shove
the slimy handful of mud down  the back, cup her arse  and rub it into
the crack.

"Katy's pooped her pants!" I jeer.

She quickly slips  from my grasp  and disappears  beneath the surface,
returning moments later waving her knickers  above her head and with a
deadly accurate throw,  plasters them  across my  face.   Wadding them
into a ball I throw them up onto the bank, my accuracy leaves a lot to
be desired and I land them in the middle of my T-shirt.  Katy giggles,
presents me  with  the sight  of  her naked  buttocks  and disappears.
Moments later It's  my turn  as a handful  of mud  is dropped  into my
jocks, and rubbed in.

Dropping and quickly turning I manage to  snag an ankle before she can
get away. Maintaining my grip, as this seem to be the only way to keep
hold of her without wrapping both hands  about her throat, I strip off
my underpants and drape them  over her face. Taking  them in one hand,
she bends her  knee until she  can wrap her  arm around  my neck, then
taking deliberate aim she throws them to land on my shorts.

Taking advantage of  my surprise,  she slips from  my grasp  and backs
away eyeing me warily.

"I give up," I say, "you win."

Katy swims back to  me and wraps both  arms about my  neck and presses
her lips to mine as she  accepts her(my) reward. I cup  her arse in my
hands and allow my tongue to slip between my  lips and lick hers.  She
pulls her head back and looks at me questioningly.

"Open your mouth a little." I say, she complies  and I turn my head to
one side and kiss her again, this time I slip my tongue into her mouth
and lick her teeth, then probe between them to find her tongue waiting
for mine. Quickly getting the idea,  she responds enthusiastically and
we spend  a  delightful  thirty  seconds  trying  to  pin  each others
tongues.

Pulling back for a  moment she says,  "I like that."  then fastens her
mouth to mine again.

This time the  kiss is a  little slower and  more sensual.   Timing my
breathing to match hers, I wait until we both inhale then lift my feet
from the bottom and we  both slip beneath the  surface, slowly we sink
until we're resting  on the bottom.   I cup  her arse in  my hands and


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probe between the  cheeks with my  forefinger until I  find her pucker
where I press gently.  I feel her squeal  into my mouth and she shoots
to the  surface.   I rise  with a  grin,  and find  her looking  at me
accusing.

"What did you do that for? Its dirty!"

"I don't think it could be  much cleaner than it is  at the moment." I
laugh, splashing a little water into her  face to make my point.  "Did
it feel nice?"

"Yeah," she grins, "you surprised me, that's all." she says, and comes
back into my arms.

I look her  in the  eye, grin  and deliberately  push my  fingertip up
against her asshole.  Holding her  like this I wade  from the water to
where our clothes are, bending my  knees, I set her  feet on the towel
and release her.  I step  back and look her over  carefully as this is
the first time I've seen her totally naked.

She is exquisite, her hair  darkened by the water  is plastered to her
head and falls to just above her kidneys, eyes sparkle in the sunlight
and are as blue as the sky above us.  Her  nose is small with just the
tiniest hint of an upward tilt, beneath it her mouth is partly opened,
revealing pearly white teeth behind perfectly  formed bow shaped lips.
A firm chin completes  her face.   Supporting it a  slender neck rises
from shoulders toned by  swimming, Her chest is  almost flat with only
the slightest  swell of  breasts hinting  at  that which  is  to come,
surmounting these are  tiny nipples, still  a pale  pink barely darker
than her tanned skin.  Below, her belly is still slightly rounded with
the puppy fat  of youth and  centred in it  is the cute  dimple of her
navel just begging to  be blown into.   Her hips are still  those of a
boy with none of the womanly roundness  which will come later, I allow
my gaze to travel lower taking in firm thighs, and calves, thin ankles
and her tiny feet.

Finally I allow my  eyes to look at  her center.  This  too is tanned,
though a little  paler than  the rest  of her  body.   Her pussy  is a
rounded mound with  firm puffy lips  and there is  not even  a hint of
hair to conceal her  tight crack, surmounted by  that incredible clit,
still prominent even  when not engorged  with blood.   As I scrutinise
her Woody rises to take a look for himself.

Katy  wriggles  a  little  self  consciously   beneath  my  gaze  then
straightens suddenly, placing  her hands on  her hips  and setting her
feet about a foot  apart.  She  returns my scrutiny  with interest but
her gaze is  concentrated on  only one  part of  my anatomy,  that one
small proud piece of flesh, which juts from a nest of dark curly hair,
beneath it my balls  are encased in  a sack tightened  and wrinkled by
the cool waters of the dam.   Finally she lifts her  eyes to meet mine
and with a grin  asks, "Has Woody got  another drink for me?"   I grin
back and nod. "Good, I really like the taste of your cum."

She quickly kneels in front of  me and wraps both  of her hands around
my shaft, allowing just  the knob to remain  visible. Her strokes soon
have my balls churning and  they pull up until  they are almost inside
me.  When I reach for my shaft and indicate that I'm about to cum, she
tightens her grip instead  of releasing me, and  with a devilish grin,


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pops the head  into her mouth.   This is  the last straw  and I groan,
"Ohhh Shiiit!" It  feels like my  balls are  turning themselves inside
out and her cheeks swell as I pump wad after wad of scalding jism into
her mouth.  Finally  I stop cumming and  collapse to sit  on the towel
pulling her  to  straddle  my lap,  my  prick  sandwiched  between her
cuntlips leaking a final  obscene drool onto her  belly just above her
slit.

Before she can swallow, I bring my lips  to hers and kiss her, forcing
her lips open with my tongue.  My cum  drools from her mouth into mine
and I swirl  it around before  pushing it back  between her  lips.  We
kiss, exchanging my creamy jism back and forth until with a convulsive
gulp she swallows my cum.

"Why did you put  my prick in your  mouth?" I ask,  surprised that she
would do such a thing without prompting.

"I didn't want to miss any like I did last time. Did you like it?"

"It was the best ever.  Thank you." and I kiss her lips gently.

This time  it's my  turn for  the devilish  grin, and  I slip  my hand
inside her knees and under her   to cup her arse.   Lifting her I lick
my juice from her belly and  plunge my tongue into her  navel.  As she
giggles I slip her calves over  my shoulders and lie  her back so that
her head rests  on my  crossed ankles.   before she  can move  I begin
laving the inside  of her  thighs with the  flat of  my tongue coating
them with moisture.

"Ohh, what are you doing?"

"Lie still and enjoy."  I tell her.  I  then bend my head forwards and
lick from the crack of her  arse, up over her slit  and flick her clit
with the tip of my tongue.  Katy's  delighted squeal is loud enough to
be heard back at Issac's place.

Moving back, I then  begin licking in  earnest, back and  forth up and
down her slit, I ignore her clit and concentrate on her pussy lips for
a while.  After some time I use my fingers to separate them, plunge my
tongue between and give a broad flat slurp over her hole and forwards,
stopping just short of her clitoris.  Her  taste is divine.  Nectar of
the gods.  Back I go to circle the edge of  her vagina with the tip of
my tongue a  few times  before rolling  it into  a tight  cylinder and
plunging it  inside  until  I  come  up  against  the  barrier  of her
maidenhead, she is so tight I can barely fit  my tongue in.  Again she
squeals and this  time grabs  my head, I  gently remove  her hands and
place them back on the ground,  beside my hips.   I withdraw my tongue
from her hole and finally pay some  attention to her clitoris which is
fully engorged and visibly  pulsing with her heartbeat,  I slowly suck
it between my lips like a piece of  spaghetti and flick my tongue over
the tip.  Again  she squeals.  As  she approaches orgasm  I release it
and lick  the juncture  of her  thighs  and pussy  lips until  she has
cooled down a little  then plunge my tongue  back into her  vagina.  I
tongue fuck her  for a  while then  return to  he angry  red clitoris.
Again she approaches her peak and again I back off before she can cum.
I keep on  teasing her  to near orgasm,  then retreating  until she is
babbling incoherently, "so  good, ... so  good, ohhhh  ... please (ah)
make (ah) me (ah)  cum, soooo goood" finally  after about five minutes


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she is just babbling "please, oh please, ohhh pleeeeeessssse" over and
over again.

Finally I relent, and I take  her clit between my  lips and suck hard,
flicking my tongue rapidly back an forth over  the tip.  She cums with
a screech that hurts my ears, and clamps  her thighs so tight it feels
like  she  might   break  my   neck  and   her  upper   body  thrashes
uncontrollably on my crossed  legs.  As  she starts to  come down from
her peak I cover my teeth  with my lips and bite down  on her clit and
pull my head back until it is stretched tight, then release it to snap
back to her  body.   Again she  cums, back  again suck,  flick, flick,
flick, bite, pull,  release, over and  over again until  her body goes
limp and  finally, I  cease my  onslaught.   Untangling her  legs from
around my  neck I  right her  body and  cuddle her  in my  lap rocking
gently back and forth until she regains consciousness.  A minute later
her eyelids flicker and she looks up at me.

"How was that?" I ask in a whisper.

"It was so good I thought I was going  to die." she whispered back. "I
didn't know it could happen more than once."

"That's where girls have  it better than  boys, most can  cum over and
over again until they pass out.   I read about it once  and I just had
to try it."

I cuddle her  like that for  a while until  she squirms in  my lap and
turn to straddle my  lap. Reaching down  between us she  grasps my now
erect penis, and asks, "How do you know when a boy is about to cum?"

'Uh oh', I think,  "Well his balls pull  up tight to his  body and the
knob on  the end  of his  dick  gets even  bigger and  turns  a darker
colour."

She nods and says with an absolutely wicked grin, "Good, maybe you can
only cum once  at a time,  but I'm gonna  tease you until  you beg for
mercy."

'Oh shit! What sort of monster have I created?' I ask myself.

"Can I do you with my mouth too, or do I have  to use my hands to make
you cum?" she asks.

"You can use your  mouth, it's called a  blow job.  And  what I did to
you is called cunt licking or lapping."

Moving to kneel beside me, she pushes on my chest until I'm lying flat
on my back.  Sticking her  tongue out she starts to  lick the all over
the head of my  cock and down the  shaft, then opening  her mouth wide
she pops the head between her lips.

"Watch your teeth." I say as they scrape over  the flare on the top of
my glans.

"Sorry."  she mumbles around my cock.

"Don't speak with your mouth full." I say.



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"FUCK!!!" I scream and double up  in agony as she  jerks her head back
in laughter and her  sharp lower teeth scrape  the sensitive underside
of my knob.

My erection  wilts  like  a  candle  in  a  blast  furnace,  while her
expression quickly changes to one  of concern.  "Did  I hurt you?" she
asks the contrition in her voice patently obvious.

"Yes," I reply, pointing to the two red scrape marks left by her sharp
little teeth, "this area just under the head is very sensitive."

"I'm very  sorry. Let  me kiss  it better."   With  this she  takes my
wilted member in her hand and lavishes it with nibbling kisses and wet
licks.   My  hardon  rapidly  revives  and  returns  to  its  previous
rigidity.

"What should I do now?" she asks.

"Just do what you were doing before AND be careful with your teeth."

She return her  attentions to  my cock  and slurps  it into  her mouth
until the knob is rubbing at  the back of her throat.   Bobbing up and
down, she sucks hard, swirling her tongue around the tip at the top of
her stroke.   (She may  not have done  this before,  but her unbridled
enthusiasm, coupled with her native intelligence  make her one hell of
a natural cock sucker.)

Keeping her right hand  wrapped around my  shaft she cups  my balls in
her left,  gently rolling  them  in her  palm.   When  she  feels them
tighten she pulls back and eyes the  head of my cock intently, gauging
the level of my  arousal, softly rocking my  nuts back and  forth.  As
soon as they descend she resumes her attack.

Experimentally she tries different  things out on  my enraged manhood,
kissing, licking,  sucking, nibbling  with her  lips, judging  from my
moans and groans of  pleasure what is especially  effective.  Over and
over again she brings me  near my peak, coming  closer and closer each
time as she better learns to judge my exact level of arousal.

Finally she cocks her head back and plunges down over the length of my
shaft not stopping when I touch the back of her throat but forcing her
head downwards until  my glans  is lodged deep  in her  throat and her
lips are  buried  in  my  pubes.    This  is  the  last  straw  and  I
convulsively spurt into her throat.   Quickly she withdraws until only
the head remains between her lips  and she tries to  suck my balls out
through my cock and I enjoy  my hardest cum yet.   When I finally stop
convulsing, she gives me  one last long loving  slurp before releasing
me from her lips and looks up to my face.

I gaze down into hers, seeing  twinkling blue eyes and glistening lips
and obscene drool  of semen joining  them to my  cock.  I  draw her up
beside me and lick her  lips clean, "Thank you,"  I whisper and gently
kiss her forehead,  "That was  marvellous."  She  lays her  head on my
chest and gives a contented sigh.  After  kissing the top of her head,
I laid mine back and closed my eyes.

The next thing  I know  a cool breeze  has sprung  up and  the seaward
horizon is rapidly darkening as  heavy black storm clouds  roll in.  I


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shake Katy awake, "Quick we have to get going there's a storm coming."
We quickly dress  and gather  up the remains  of our  lunch.  Stuffing
them into the knapsack, we rapidly walk  back up the track towards her
place.

Just as we  are scrambling  through her fence,  the heavens  open in a
tropical downpour.  We  are instantly saturated, laughing  we run hand
in hand through her  parents trees and  up onto the  verandah where we
are met by her parents who are looking relieved.

"Stop right there you two."  we are told.   Jane disappears inside and
returns with towels  and dry  clothes, "Get those  things off  and put
these on." she  tells us,  holding out some  of James'  clothing in my
direction.  I try to decline saying that as I'm already soaked I might
as well  head home.   "Nonsense,  you'll stay  here until  the storm's
over, it's too dangerous out there."   As if to punctuate her comment,
there is a bright flash instantaneously followed by a deafening rumble
as lightning strikes a tree nearby.  Placing the clothes and towels on
a sun lounge she turns and heads back inside.

By this time  I know the  family is fairly  casual about  nudity, so I
quickly strip off with Katy and we rub ourselves dry, Katy giggling at
the shrivelled state of my manhood.   Jane sticks her head out through
the door, "Make sure  you hang those wet  things up." she  orders as I
begin to button up the shirt she'd given  me. We leave our wet clothes
on the line hanging between the rafters we move inside.

Jane hands each of us a hot cup of tea  and chases us into the lounge,
where we take our accustomed seats on  the couch, Katy plastered to my
side.  Jane comes in and handing a cup to  James takes her seat.  Katy
chatters away giving an almost entirely fictitious account of our walk
with me inserting the occasional appropriate comment.

The phone rings  towards the end  of Katy's recital  and James reaches
across to answer it, holding his  hand up to still  Katy's tongue.  He
listens for a while and say's  "OK, We'll see you in  the morning"  He
hangs up and  say's "That  was Julie Shead,  Jimmy's going  to have to
stay with them as  the creeks are up  and nobody can  get through." He
then turns to me, "You'll have  to spend the night here  too.  You can
have Jimmy's bed.

"Here call your folks  and let them know."   With this he  hand me the
receiver and dials my uncles number.

Mum answers and I explain the situation to her. She say's "O.K., don't
make a nuisance of yourself.  Bye."

"Bye." I reply and pass the receiver back to James.












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Chapter 3             - A NIGHT TO REMEMBER.



Jane sends Katy out to peel the vegetables for tea and Katy as always,
desirous of my  company, drags me  along.  The  vegetables are quickly
prepared and set to roast  in the juices of  the beef already cooking.
Throwing another couple of pieces  of wood in the  fire box, we return
to the living room.

Sitting down,  James  and I  are  soon deep  in  a  conversation about
computers, Jane is reading a book by the light of a hurricane lamp and
Katy is keeping my side warm, hugging my  hand to her, laying with her
ear pressed to my chest listening to my  heartbeat and the rumble as I
talk.

A little over  an hour later  dinner is ready  and we sit  down in the
kitchen to a delicious  meal.  Desert  is tinned fruit  and ice cream,
quickly finishing her  own, Katy  is soon poaching  the fruit  from my
plate,  and a scuffle ensues.

"Well, it looks like I've found tonight's dishwashers." Jane observes.

Katy sighs dramatically and pouts at her mother.

Soon after, dessert finished, Jane  gets up and throws  a tea towel in
my direction.   "We'll have a  cup of tea  in the lounge  when you are
finished."

Katy starts in on the dishes, as the sink fills Katy gets that look on
her face which  I have  learned to associate  with devilry  and I find
myself with a face full of suds.   Twirling the tea towel, I retaliate
with a crack in the direction of her behind.  Undaunted Katy scoops up
another handful of  suds and  flicks them in  my face,  another crack,
this one just licking her where her pants are tightest.  Katy squeals,
scoops up a cup of water and soaks the front of my shirt.  Pinning her
arms I tie them behind her back with the towel and up end her over the
sink threatening to dunk her.

Suddenly her hands  are free and  collecting another cup  of water she
empties it over my head.

"The mop's beside the fridge," Jane's  voice interjects from the other
room.

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Quickly we wash the dishes, and put them away.   Then taking the mop I
clean up the  water from  the floor  while Katy  pours water  from the
kettle boiling on the back  of the stove over  teabags.  Finishing the
drinks we carry  two each into  the lounge and  distributing them take
our seats.

"The kitchen clean?" asks Jane.

Katy giggles  and I  reply, "Yes,  though  I'm a  little  damp." while
casting an accusing look in Katy's direction.

"Well you shouldn't fight in the kitchen."

"She started it." I accuse.

"So, did  you have  to try  and  finish it?"    Jane asks.    "Who won
anyway?"

"She did." I admit sheepishly.

We finish our  drinks and  Jane leave the  room, when  she returns she
hands Katy a pair of sheets, and a pillowcase and says, "Go and change
the sheets on Jimmy's bed."

Katy begins  to pout,  but quickly  returns  to sunny  smiles,  when I
offer, "I'll help her, after all, I'm the  one putting you all to this
trouble."  Jane tries to say  that it's no trouble, but  I insist.  We
grab a lantern and go down to the caravan with the bedclothes.  By now
the rain has stopped but we can hear  water rushing in the usually dry
creek bed that  runs through  the plot between  the O'Conner's  and my
uncles place, Katy tells  me that it  wont be down  before morning. We
squelch through the  mud to the  van and leave  our footwear  in a box
just inside the door.

Looking at where  I'm to  sleep I  see that  even here  the inequality
prevails, Jimmy  has the  double bed  at the  rear of  the van  with a
privacy curtain and Katy is stuck with sleeping on a fold down bunk at
the front next to the door.  We quickly  strip Jimmy's bed and I smile
to myself as I feel a couple of  stiff patches, 'So Jimmy's worked out
that his prick has  more uses than peeing.'  I think.  As  I throw the
bottom sheet over the  bed Katy dives under  the billowing material, I
let it  settle  then  jump  on the  bed  and  begin  ticking  the lump
underneath.  Katy  curls up  into a giggling  ball trying  to avoid my
hands, I  then run  my hands  over  her arse  and cup  the  soft mound
between her legs, as my fingers press up into her vulva her body snaps
strait and  traps my  hand between  her  thighs, I  wiggle  my fingers
against her precious little slit for  a few second, feeling her juices
dampen the sheet.

Then as her breathing quickens I  pull my hand free  and say, "Come on
get out of there, we've got to get this bed  made if you want to watch
Happy Days."  Katy quickly scrambles out  and helps me to straiten the
sheet, she starts to tuck her side in and as  she gets to the head end
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"What's this?"  she asks  and pulls  a magazine  without a  cover from
under the mattress and opens it, she  looks then blushes and starts to
giggle.

'Oh,' I think, 'I bet I know what that is.' I move round to where Katy
is flipping through  the pages  and look  over her  shoulder.   Yep, a
parade of beavers.  I pluck it from her hand and say, "It doesn't take
that long to  make a  bed you know,  if we  don't hurry  up your mum's
going to come looking for us and you don't  really want her to see you
reading that do you?"  I slip the magazine back under the mattress and
we finish making the bed.

We return to the house and Jane observes, "It took you long enough."

"Yeah, she was about as helpful as a kitten when you're trying to sort
balls of wool.  I would have been better off alone."  We than take our
places on the couch,  and settle down to  watch Happy Days  on the TV,
which is running off a car battery.

After the show, Jane sends Katy  off to have a shower  and James and I
talk computers.   Fifteen minutes  later Katy pads  up to  the doorway
with a towel  about her  shoulders and asks  some inane  and pointless
question while  allowing the  towel to  open  in front,  revealing her
plump little pussy.

"GO and put some clothes on this instant young lady." orders Jane with
a smile.  Katy turns, pushes  her half concealed bottom  out at us and
wiggles it back and forth before sashaying back to the bathroom.

James just laughs  and rummages in  a cupboard  under the bookshelves,
pulling out a photo album he  flips through it to  a certain page then
hands it to  me saying, "She's  always been a  little exhibitionist, I
took these last year just before we moved here."

Looking at the  album I  see a  photo series  of Katy  trying to  do a
cartwheel on the front  lawn of their  old house, first  there is Katy
looking much  like any  other little  girl  in a  short  yellow summer
frock, next she is  bending over and her  dress is pulled  up until it
barely conceals her  crotch, the third  shows her with  her dress half
inside out concealing  her face  and nothing else,  the forth  has her
sitting down with her legs apart,  a pained/surprised look on her face
her dress still above her waist and all her charms on display.  In the
last she has obviously just finished  rearranging her dress and on her
face is an expression comprising a  mixture of embarrassment (more for
muffing her show, than showing her muff) and wicked grin.

Just then  Katy  comes back,  this  time wearing  a  long  T-shirt and
undies, she sees the album in my lap.   "Oh dad! You didn't! You did!"
and her face turns beet red.

"Well it convinced you  to wear your knickers  didn't it?" says James,
"At least a little more often."  Katy  snatches the album from my hand
and stalks over to the cupboard where she  thrusts it in and slams the
door.  Suddenly  she takes  a flying  leap at  her father  and sitting
astride his knees  tries to tickle  him, he lets  her for  a couple of
seconds then taking  both her hands  in one of  his uses  the other to
tickle her  armpits  and  belly unmercifully  until  she  screams with
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shirt above her waist and her knickers twisted so that they reveal one
arse cheek  and  one side  of  her  pussy.   She  slowly  recovers her
composure then looks down at herself.

"Oh gawd!" she mumbles, and flushing red (such a pretty colour) again,
rearranges her knickers, and shirt.  I laugh along with James and Jane
while hoping they don't notice the hardon in my shorts.

Katy gives  me a  hurt puppy  look  then without  warning leaps  on me
digging her  fingers into  my ribs,  I  wriggle and  my  hardon grinds
against her panty clad pussy, her expression changes and she allows me
to capture  her hands  and tickle  her back,  she giggles  and squirms
using her motion to grind her  pussy against my cock.   Her rubbing on
her fathers legs and her embarrassment along with the pure naughtiness
of the situation must  have aroused her to  fever pitch because within
seconds she is cumming  right there in  full sight of  her parents, In
shock, I stop tickling her and  let go of her  hands and she collapses
gasping on my chest.  I glance at her parents, ready to bolt, creek or
no creek but they appear to have noticed nothing.

Katy instead  of  taking her  usual  position at  my  side,  turns and
remains sitting in  my lap,  my cock  pressing into  the crack  of her
arse, where she remains  for the rest of  the evening.   Every time my
cock begins to deflate,  she squirms in her  seat quickly returning me
to hardness.   For nearly an  hour she keeps  up this  torture while I
talk with James and Jane reads a book.

At about nine thirty  Jane says to Katy  "it's time for  bed dear, off
you go."

Katy, like all nine  (almost ten) year  olds complains, "Aw  mum, do I
have to, can't I stay up just a little longer."

"Ten minutes and that's it."

Katy now lets my prick alone and when she  gets up to kiss her parents
goodnight there is nothing to be  seen.  Coming back  to me Katy gives
me a quick peck goodnight.  She keeps her body between her parents and
me gives my cock a quick  squeeze while whispering "Later." against my
lips.

John and  I continue  our conversation  for  another half  our  or so,
whereupon I pretend to yawn.   Jane suggests I grab  a shower and head
off to bed,  getting up she fetches a  towel and shows me the bathroom
which is just a  curtained off alcove at  the end of the  verandah.  I
quickly shower  and wrapping  the towel  about  my waist,  I  grab the
lantern Jane has left  for me and head  for the van, on  the way I see
the light go out in the lounge, 'Good,'  I think, 'they've gone to bed
too.'

A light is still on in the van and as I open the door I head a furtive
rustle and look in to see Katy picking up a book.

"Oh!"  she says, "it's only you."

Discarding my thongs in  the box, I pad  down to the other  end of the
van, where I  dry off  and slip  my shorts  back on.   Poking  my head
through the curtain to say goodnight I'm  greeted by the sight of Katy


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with the magazine on her knees and her hand  in her knickers.  "Do you
want me to help you with that?" I ask.

"Oh!", she says jerking her hand out, "You  startled me.  Did you know
these magazines had stories in  them?  Reading them  is making me feel
horny."

"I know,"  I reply,  "me and  my brothers  pinched a  whole lot  of my
uncle's when I  was a kid.   Reading them  is where I  learned some of
those things I told you today and how to do those things we did at the
dam.  Anyway do you want me to help you have some more orgasms?"

"What about Mum and Dad?" she asks.

"They've gone to bed" I reply.

"Good, they'll fuck for half an hour then  go to sleep." and she start
to wriggle out of her T-shirt.

"Stop, I  want to  do that."  I tell  her, "Bring  that mag'  and your
pillow up here with you."

Rearranging her  shirt, Katy  softly  pads up  to  my end  of  the van
holding her place in the magazine with her finger.   Her expression as
she comes through  the curtain informs  me of wicked  thoughts and her
pillow is in my face an instant later.

"Oh so you  want a  fight?" I say,  throwing her  pillow back  at her,
"Well gird thy  loins varlet,  have at ye."  and swipe  her upside the
head.  Katy, giggling,  retaliates in kind and  we are exchanging blow
for blow, both of us laughing so hard we can barely swing our weapons.

Suddenly, there is a loud thump  from the roof of the  van and we hear
Jane call out, "You break those pillows and  you won't get out of that
van until every single feather is picked up.  Katy giggles, and  makes
a rude gesture in the direction of the house.

I notice, now  that it  is no  longer moving,  that Katy's  pillow has
started to split at the seam and a few  feathers are trickling out.  I
point this out to her, and she just giggles  again and tosses it in my
face and few more feathers trickle out.  Grasping her wrist I draw her
across my knees  flip up  the back  of her  shirt and  administer five
quick, light  swats to  her cotton  clad  behind.   Katy  wriggles and
giggles then twisting  in my  grasp grabs my  pillow and  gives me one
last thump.  Taking the pillow  from her I rearrange  the covers on it
and hers then stack them at  the head of the bed.   Together we gather
the loose feathers and pile them on the table beside the bed.

Seating myself leaning against the pillows  with my legs spread, I pat
between  them  and  say,  "Sit  here,  and  we'll  read  some  stories
together."  She recovers the magazine  from the floor and sits leaning
back against my chest.  Opening the magazine, we flip through it until
we get to the reader's letters section.

"Already read  that  one"  says Katy  "and  this  one  and  this one",
flipping through the pages  we get to a  story that is new  to her and
begin reading.   After reading  a few paragraphs  Katy slips  her hand
into her knickers and begins to  rub slowly.  I take  hold of her legs


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behind her knees and lift them  over mine so that  she is spread wide,
then slide the fingers  of my left hand  under the gusset  and move my
fingertip in slow,  gentle circles  around her  opening.   Feeling her
dampen and her muscles relax I  ease my fingertip inside and carefully
pump it in and out of her tight orifice.   As her breathing quickens I
feel her muscles relax further and I  try another finger, it fits, but
it's oh so tight.

Katy feels the  added intrusion and  shoving the magazine  to one side
and pulling her knickers to one side looks at where I have two fingers
inserted halfway to the second knuckle.   Sounding surprised she says,
"You've got two fingers inside me and it doesn't hurt."

"I told you that your pussy would stretch a lot," I say, "here see how
many fingers you can get in."  Withdrawing my hand I move hers to take
it's place,   she immediately  thrusts two  fingers inside,  and after
only two or three stroke in  and out adds a third,  soon after she has
all four fingers plunging in and out,  burying, halfway to them to the
second knuckle and she is grinding the heel of her hand onto her clit.
Her breath is now coming in  short hard pants and  her eyes are rolled
back in her  head.  Taking  her chin  in my hand  I tilt  her head and
press my lips to hers, moments later she is cumming, squealing into my
mouth.

Releasing the pressure on her clit,  she continues to pump her fingers
slowly in and out for  a few more seconds  before withdrawing them and
offering them up before  my face.  Avidly  I take them  into my mouth,
sucking them clean.

"Oooh, that was sooo good,  I felt so stretched and full."  Katy lolls
her head back  on my  shoulder and slipping  her hands  behind my head
pulls me down  to her  lips for a  long, languorous  kiss, twining her
tongue about mine.  A minute later I feel her lips stretch into a grin
and she nips the tip of  my tongue.  Disengaging  herself from my arms
she turns and tugs on my shorts.  Lifting my  butt I allow her to draw
them down my legs and off over my feet.

She gazes at my erect cock with such a look of undisguised hunger that
I start to feel  apprehensive.  "Lie  back, I want  to try something."
she instructs me.

Scooting down the bed I lie  with my head and  shoulders propped up on
the pillows, the  eye of  my cock  staring directly  into mine.   Katy
contemplates it for a few more seconds, then crouching close, takes it
in her hand she and moves  it this way and that  examining it from all
angles.  A  tear of pre-cum  weeps from the  slit in the  end and Katy
moves to kiss it away,  another tear forms and  she touches her tongue
to it and draws back an obscene strand now  links my cock to her lips.
Suddenly her head plunges forwards  and my knob is  engulfed in a hot,
silky cavern.  swirling her tongue around it she coats is with a slick
coating of saliva.  Backing off  until my cock pops  free she licks it
all over until  my entire  cock glistens  from balls  to tip  with her
spit.  Returning to the top  she ovals her lips  and plunges back down
taking half of my shaft into her mouth.

Sliding her lips  up and down  for a few  seconds she  drools down the
sides of my  cock until a  pool forms  at the base.   I  see her chest
expand as she takes a deep breath  and plunges forwards, my cock bumps


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against the back  of her  throat.  Withdrawing  she tries  again, this
time the head pops into her throat, but  nearly two inches of my staff
remains outside her mouth.  Again and again she tries but is unable to
get any further.

Finally she withdraws and looks up at me,  there are tears in her eyes
and she is almost crying, "Why can't I get it all in like I did at the
dam?"

Taking her in my arms I  pull her up over my body  to where I can kiss
her tears away.  "Don't worry about  it," I say, "You're still getting
more in your mouth than most grown women do."

"I am?" she asks,  surprised, "But I  want to get  it all.   What am I
doing wrong?"

"You're doing nothing wrong, it's just that you have to hold your head
and neck at just the right  angle to make it  slide down your throat."
I tell her, "I know, why don't I try to fuck your throat."

"How do you do that?" she asks.

"Here lie down here with your  head over the end of the  bed."  I move
her body into position and take  up station with my  feet on the floor
and my hands beside her hips.   "Now squeeze my wrist  twice if I hurt
you or you want me to stop. OK?"

"O.K.."  she  replies.  Taking  my cock in  her hand  she positions it
between her lips.

I start with  slow shallow thrusts,  moving a little  deeper with each
stroke until  the  head is  bumping  against the  back  of  her mouth.
"Ready?" I ask.   She nods and squeezes  my wrist once,  taking a deep
breath.

Backing up until only the head  is in her mouth I  slowly move my hips
down until I  feel the  back of her  mouth, increasing  the pressure I
push until I feel  her throat opening up  around my cock  and the head
pops in, I back  up and she takes  a breath, I push  in again moving a
little deeper this time, back, a breath and  in, until I feel her chin
pressing into my  pubic bone.   My cock  is engulfed  in the tightest,
hottest, opening It's ever encountered.   I withdraw and push back in,
as her throat becomes accustomed to  the intrusion I thrust faster and
harder.   It is  only a  minute  or so  before the  exquisite pressure
becomes to much for me and I bury my cock  balls deep in her mouth and
pump spurt after spurt of jism deep into her throat.

Suddenly I'm aware of her hands  pushing desperately, against my hips.
Immediately I  feel  like a  heel  and  pull back,  she  allows  me to
withdraw until  only the  head remains  in  her mouth,  When I  try to
withdraw further her hands lock  my hips in place.   After sucking the
last of my juices from my prick she lets me go.

"Are you all right?"  I ask.

"No!"

'Oh no' I think. "I haven't hurt you have I?" I ask concerned.


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"Oh no," she cries, "but I am mad at you."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because you wouldn't let me taste it."

"Oh! I'm sorry,  but it  felt so  good."   I explain,  "When a  man is
fucking he likes to pump his cum as deep as  he can.  Will you forgive
me?"

"I will this time but you better not let it happen again." she frowns.

Instantly I'm all contrition, hanging my head and laying it on thick.

Finally she giggles and thumps my in the ribs, "Your silly."  she says
and all is forgiven.

Hooking my finger in  the neck of  her T-shirt I  leer inside, saying,
"Oooh, titties" and she giggles again.  "Let's get rid of this." I say
taking the bottom of her shirt in my hands  and drawing it up and over
her head.  Throwing it to one side, I lean forwards and kiss her right
nipple then her left. I then suck the  tiny mound my mouth flicking my
tongue back  and  forth  over the  nipple  until  I  feel  it stiffen.
Transferring my attentions her right tit is soon as stiff as the left.
Backing up a  few inches  I blow  a stream  of air  over the  BB sized
protrusion and watch it crinkle even tighter.

"Oooh, that feels nice!"  she exclaims.

"Well lie back and close your  eyes and it will feel  even better."  I
tell her, laying my towel on the bed to protect the sheets.

She complies  and I  place my  hands  on her  hips hooking  my fingers
inside her  waistband.   Katy lifts  her  hips and  I slowly  inch her
knickers down exposing her mound a millimetre at a time.  Finally they
are inside out, the gusset glued to  her crotch by her copious juices.
Suddenly they snap free and  I quickly draw them  off over her ankles,
stuffing the soaking gusset into my mouth I suck ravenously.

"Oooh yuck!"

I remove them from my mouth just long enough to say, "You taste good."
before stuffing them back.  Katy watches  with wide eyes as I continue
to suck until I can no longer taste her.   Finally I spit them out and
toss them to join her shirt.

Putting my finger in  the middle of her  chest, I push  her back until
she is lying flat on  her back.  I  lean over her and  kiss her in the
middle of her forehead, then move to kiss  and lick her eyelids.  Next
I suck her nose into my mouth. Katy giggles.   "Shhh."  I trail kisses
and tiny little licks  over her cheek  and lick and  nibble around her
earlobe while she squirms beneath my ministrations.  Suddenly I thrust
the tip of my tongue inside and wiggle it.  Her eyes snap open and she
squeals.   Moving  back I  kiss  her  eyes shut,  and  descend  to her
slightly parted lips,  I lick  them and  push my  tongue inside  for a
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Next I kiss and nibble her throat and  Katy squirms again, I move onto
her chest and lave her  tiny breasts with my  tongue, drawing a figure
eight from one side to  the other contracting the  loops at either end
with each circuit until I'm licking a  straight line between them.  At
each end of my stroke I  suck the nipples into  my mouth gently biting
and them pulling away from her chest.

Down to her  belly I  lick in  a slowly  contracting spiral  about her
navel, her breathing quickening  all the while. When  I finally thrust
my tongue into it she squeals and folds  up like a jackknife, gently I
push her  back  onto  the  bed  and  kiss  her  eyes  shut  yet again.
Returning to the dimple of her  navel I kiss and lick  a trail down to
her pubis.   Her  legs are  wide  spread and  her hips  are  lifted in
anticipation.  She groans when I lick once up her slit and continue on
to lave her inner thighs.

I leave another trail  of nibbling kisses  down her legs  to her feet,
where pulling them together I suck both her  big toes into my mouth at
once, then concentrating abandoning on one foot I take all of the toes
into my mouth an lick the  folds underneath.  I then  suck on the toes
of the other foot  before turning her over  on to her face.   I firmly
grasp her ankle, give  a broad flat lick  to the sole of  her foot and
she tries to jerk it from  my grip.  The other  foot receives the same
treatment with a similar responses.

Zigzagging from one side to the other I  trail licks and kisses up her
calves to the sensitive backs of her knees, I lick and she squirms yet
again.  Onwards  and upwards  I lick and  nibble up  the backs  of her
thighs concentrating on the more sensitive inner surfaces.

As I  approach  her buttocks  she  is raising  and  lowering  her hips
grinding her  mons  into  the towel  which  has  bunched  up  with her
movements.  I separate the twin globes with  my thumbs and gaze at the
pink rosebud  of  her anus  which  winks  as me  as  she  clenches and
releases her muscles.  I blow a stream of cool air over her pucker and
she humps her arse  back at me.   Steeling myself, I  extend my tongue
and lick from her flowing quim  over her asshole and on  up to the top
of her tail  bone.   Tasting nothing unpleasant  I return  and rim her
pulsating back door  and then stiffening  it, I plunge  my tongue deep
inside her and hear a muffled squeal as Katy bites into the pillow she
is hugging.  I wriggle my  tongue in her anus and she  cums in a mini-
orgasm.


All of  the  time  I've been  pleasuring  Katy  the  thunder  has been
rumbling in  the distance  slowly circling  closer,   suddenly  we are
deafened by a  hammering on  the roof  the van  as the  heavens reopen
dumping what sounds like  the entire contents of  Sydney Harbour on us
in a few  seconds.   Taking advantage of  the noise  I flip  her over,
thrust one then two fingers into her pussy, and suck her inflamed clit
into my mouth.   She cums like a  freight train, her  howl of pleasure
barely audible  over the  pounding  rain.   Outside  lightning flashes
closely followed by  deafening peals  of thunder.   Suck, Nip,  pull I
assault her clit and Katy arches her back until only her heels and the
crown of her head are on the bed.

It is only when  I feel the muscles  of her cunt rippling  up and down
the full length of my  fingers that I realise  I've popped her cherry.


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Releasing her clit from  between my lips  I allow her  body to subside
back to the bed.   Carefully I withdraw my  fingers from her quivering
quim.  examining  them I see  only a few  spots of blood  which I lick
away before Katy can notice it.

Hugging her to my chest  I try to apologise,  sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm
sorry for hurting you."  repeating this like a mantra, I rock her back
and forth.

Eventually Katy's words penetrate  through my tears and  I hear, "What
do you mean?  You didn't hurt me.  Why are you crying?"

"I popped your cherry  with my fingers  when you arched  your back and
they went right up inside you and I'm sorry."  I tell her.

"You did?" She  squeals, "Really, do  you mean I  can fuck  you and it
won't hurt."

"Uh huh" I nod, giving her a wan smile.

"Goody!" she wraps her arms about my neck kissing me all over my face,
licking away my tears.

"Oh Katy, I love you so much!", I sob,   enveloping her in a bear hug,
crushing her to my chest.

"I love you too," Katy gasps, "but you're breaking my ribs."

I slacken off  a bit,  apologising all over  again.   Katy silences my
apologies by thrusting her tongue between my  lips.  We kiss for ever,
my hands wandering all over her back and squeezing her buttocks.

Eventually, Katy  draws her  head back  and looks  deep into  my eyes,
"Will you do it?  Will you fuck me?" she asks.

"Only if you  want me to,"  I reply, "I  never want to  do anything to
hurt you, ever."

"Silly, of course I want you  to, and you would never  hurt me.  Let's
watch the storm."

We extinguish  the  lamps  and  Katy,  opening  the  curtains, stands,
pressing her nose  to the window  overlooking the dam,  I stand behind
her folding my hands  between her breasts.   The rain  has slacked off
and we stand  contemplating the landscape  stroboscopicaly revealed by
the lightning  flashes.   Eventually the  storm  rumbles off  into the
distance and the rain slows to a gentle pattering on the roof.  I back
up a step and  sit on the edge  of the bed  drawing Katy to  sit in my
lap,  my  arms wrapped around  her waist, dipping  my head  I nose her
hair to one side  and nibble on the  back of her neck.   Katy giggles,
squirming in my lap, the stimulation causes my cock to rise up between
her thighs.

"Oooh, I think Woody want's to play." Katy giggles, taking him in hand
and rubbing the tip over her clit.  "Do you think he might like a game
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"I'm sure he would, but first I better have a look at you to make sure
I really didn't hurt you."

"Silly, of course you didn't."

"Even so, I just want to make sure."

"Oh, all right, but I think you just want to look at my pussy."

"That too."  I agree, with a laugh,  lifting her from my lap I lay her
back on the towel, and snag the torch from the dresser beside the bed.
Placing it between my  teeth I use my  thumbs to spread  her lips wide
and look up inside her.  There is a  small trickle of dried blood down
one thigh, and a tiny smear mixed with her juices disappearing between
her arse cheeks. Inside I can barely see the  remains of her hymen.  I
spit out the torch and lick  the blood from her  thigh then taking her
upper thighs in my hands I roll lift her lower body from the bed.

Katy quickly  sees what  I want  and takes  hold of  the backs  of her
knees, pulling back and out until  she is spread wide  before me and I
can see her little pink  rosebud beneath.  Extending  my tongue I lick
from her pucker to her clit, savouring  the coppery tang of her virgin
blood mixed with her sweetness.   Pointing my tongue,  I return to her
asshole and thrust inside, tongue fucking her arse until she squeaks.

Withdrawing from her arse I observe, "We're  going to have to gag you.
If that storm  hadn't come  along when  it did,  MY mother  would have
known what we were up too, let alone yours."

"Spoilsport." she grins up at me. Leaning over the side of the bed she
snatches up her knickers and stuffs them in her mouth then mumbles.

"What?" I ask.

She removes them, "I said, 'Happy?'" and stuffs them back.

Reaching up I  pluck them from  between her teeth.   "Yes."  I say and
kiss her lips. "Bite them when you  feel like screaming." I then shove
them back between her teeth.

Trailing nibbles back  down her  body I stop  to kiss  her breasts and
tongue her navel.  Her squeal is  definitely quieter and should not be
audible beyond the van.   Satisfied I  thrust my taster as deeply into
her vagina as I can. (Her outcries are definitely quieter)  I suck and
nibble on her clit  and tongue her  slot until her  juices are flowing
like the  creek outside.   Crawling  up over  her body  I kiss  my way
upwards until  the  tip  of my  cock  is  brushing  against  her quim,
stooping to kiss her forehead I ask, "Ready?"

She nods violently. "Remember two squeezes  means stop."  Another nod.
"O.K., here it comes."

Reaching between us I take my steel hard shaft  in hand and swab it up
and down her slot coating the glans with her juices.  Placing the head
against the entrance to her vagina I  press gently inwards, I slip and
the crown skitters up her crack and over her clitoris.  trying again I
retain hold of my staff this  time until I feel  her opening up around
me.  My knob pops abruptly inside and I  feel a tight ring gripping me


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just below under the  rim of my glans  and I hear her  grunt.  'Oh god
she is so tight.' I think, 'I'll never make it all the way inside.'  I
rest without moving to allow Katy to get used to the intrusion and let
my excitement subside.

As my balls descend I push a little deeper, pull back then push again,
slowly I work my cock in  and out entering a  little deeper with every
thrust, until I can feel her cervix brushing the  end of my dick and I
am buried in the tightest, sweetest, warmest cavity imaginable, though
nearly two inches of  my shaft still separates  us.  Withdrawing until
only my glans is trapped between  her lips I then  re-enter her with a
single long slow  steady stroke.   As my  cock brushes  her cervix she
cums violently ramming her pelvis up  towards me, her back arched, she
strains against me, muffled grunts and  squeals emerge from behind her
gag, suddenly her  cervix gives  way and a  tight ring  snaps over the
head of my penis, coming to rest just behind the flare and her clit is
grinding against my pelvis, her hands  are clenched into fists and she
is beating the  mattress and  her head is  rolling from  side to side.
Within her vagina, my cock is massaged along it's entire length as her
tight cunny ripples  and contracts around  it.  Withdrawing  is a real
struggle, the tight neck of her womb grips my prick refusing to let go
until with an incredible rolling sensation  my glans slips free, still
her clenching muscles fight me all the way.  Sliding back in is just a
difficult, her constricting passage almost  strangling my prick, again
I feel that unbelievable  sensation as her cervix  rolls over the head
of my cock.  As her orgasm subsides movement becomes easier and I take
slow steady strokes,  again she  climaxes around my  rampant intruder,
and again I fight for every inch of  intrusion and withdrawal.  As her
vagina and cervix become  accustomed to my invading  member my thrusts
become faster and harder until she is cumming almost continuously.

I soon feel the  cum boiling in my  balls and wrapping  my arms around
her I roll onto my back keeping myself  lodged within her.  Sliding my
hand down her  spine I  cup her arse  and probe  between the clenching
cheeks until my  fingertip finds  her asshole.   I'm now  right on the
verge of  cumming and  making short,  swift,  stabs into  her rippling
passage, as I start  to spurt within her  I thrust my  finger into her
slick back passage until my palm is  cupping her asscheek and she cums
in a final shattering climax and  passes out on my  chest.  Long after
my balls are empty I  continue to spasm in  dry aching heaves, finally
they subside and I bend my  head forward to kiss the  top of her head.
I remove the knickers  from Katy's mouth and  cuddle her to  me as she
slowly recovers.

"Mmm, that felt so good." she informs me.

"Felt good to  me too."  I reply  and give  the finger  in her  arse a
little wriggle as I withdraw it.

"Oooh, what's that doing there?"  She asks jerking upright.

"Leaving, but I think it made you faint when it went in."

I lift Katy from my cock, she gasps as she feels my prick snap free of
her womb, a stream of our  mixed juices floods my  groin.  Turning her
in my hands  I position  her so she  is kneeling  astride my  head her
pussy inches from my mouth.   Lifting my head I apply  my lips to hers
and lick the outside  of her quim clean.   Extending my  tongue to its


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fullest extent I plunge it inside  scooping out as much  cum as I can.
Suddenly my wizened member is engulfed in  her hot little mouth as she
tastes our combined spend.  Using my finger to reach deep within her I
scoop out as much of our juices as I can find.   At her end Katy licks
my balls and groin clean finishing with a slurping suck that leaves my
cock half hard.

Katy turns about and giving me a  quick kiss, says, "That was awesome,
I want to do it again."

I return the  kiss and  reply, "'Not  tonight Josephine',  It's pretty
late and we have to get  some sleep.  Besides you're  going to be sore
enough in the morning already."

"Spoilsport." kiss, "Bastard." kiss, "Prick." kiss, kiss, kiss.

We get up, I  retrieve the torch  from where it  has rolled underneath
the bed  and  we  straiten things  up,  tossing  the  towel,  which is
surprisingly clean, into the corner.

"I need a piddle."

"Me too." Katy replies.

We retrieve our shoes from the  box and step out  into the rain, which
has now slowed to a drizzle.  Naked we  squelch around to front of the
van, away from the house.

"Can I hold it." Katy asks  and without waiting for  a reply, takes me
in hand.  It is a few seconds before I can relax enough to pee but the
pressure in my  bladder soon  overcomes my  sudden shyness.   Giggling
Katy directs the stream from side to side  until it slows to a trickle
and then stops.

Placing my hand over hers, I direct her, "You shake it off like this."
Katy does so, then surprises  me by stooping to  lick the last droplet
from the tip.

Crouching down  I hold  the torch  in  my teeth  and use  my  hands to
separate her  labia and  I peer  within her  exposed genitals.   "Your
turn." I  say.   As I  look  I see  a  tiny bulge  appear  beneath her
clitoris and then  a golden cascade  hisses past inches  from my nose.
When her stream slow  and stops with a  few final spurts  I return the
favour an lick her  clean.  The  taste is not  as bad as  I thought it
would be, in fact I could get to like it.

We are now a trifle damp and getting cold so  we return to the van and
use the towel  to dry each  other off, paying  particular attention to
the genitals.  We put our  clothes back on and I  climb into bed, Katy
slips in beside me.

"What do you think you are doing?" I ask.

"I'm going to sleep with you silly." she replies.

"What about your mother?"




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"Pooh, we'll just have  to wake up first."  Katy gives me  a soft kiss
and turns pressing  her little  bum into my  belly, takes  my hand and
tucks it into the top of her knickers, "G'night. Love you."

"'night, Love you too." and I kiss her on the top of her head.























































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Chapter 4             - HOME ALONE?



I wake as the first  dawn chorus sounds, my  hand still tucked between
her legs. Carefully withdrawing  it I prop  myself up on  my elbow and
gaze upon her slumbering  features.  In repose  she looks even younger
than her nine (almost ten) years, though the smile curving her lips is
that ageless smile  of women  through the centuries.   I  drink her in
marvelling that someone so small can hold so much love.  Finally I can
stand it no  longer, I  must taste of  cupids bow.  I bend  and softly
press my lips to hers  probing betwixt them with  my tongue, her mouth
opens and my tongue dips writhing  to taste of hers.   Katy stirs, her
eyelids flutter open,  her arms  snake behind my  neck and  her tongue
parries mine, minutes later we break apart.

"You better get into  your own bed," I  say, "your parents  will be up
soon."

"Do I have to?  Let's go swimming." Katy sits up and I see her wince.

Concerned, I ask, "Are you O.K.?"

"Yeah, just a little sore like you said."

Stripping off her T-shirt Katy  eases out of bed.   Throwing the sheet
back I get out  and snag her T-shirt  and towel dropping  her shirt on
her bed on the way out  the door.  I pad up  the steps to the verandah
and retrieve my shorts,  still wet from  the day before  and return to
the caravan, with a towel for Katy.

Back in the  van I  strip and change  my shorts  and race  down to the
water where Katy is  waiting by the  cable drum in  just her knickers.
Dropping the towels on the drum I say "Last one in's a rotten egg" and
race to the edge and plunge  into the now overflowing  dam.  Coming up
gasping, my balls are  trying to crawl up  inside my body.   I turn an
accusing glance upon Katy who is giggling from the top of the bank.

"I forgot to tell you, the water's  always freezing after a big rain."
She laughs.

"Forgot heck, you did that deliberately, are you coming in."

"No way, I'm not silly like some people are."




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Well I can't  take this lying  down, I lunge  from the  water and give
chase to a  shrieking Katy.   Her stiffness  and laughter  allow me to
catch her easily,  gathering the  shrieking twisting  bundle up  in my
arms I return to  the dam where I  wade out a little  way and toss her
in, I then retreat  to the cable  drum and take  both towels, wrapping
one about my shoulders.

Katy comes  from  the  water  sputtering  and  swearing  revenge,  she
approaches me  and as  she grabs  for a  towel, I  twitch it  from her
grasp.

"Give me that."  She laughs, lunging at me.

"Give in?"

"No!", She snatches, missing again.

I dance around her,  holding the towel, teasingly,  just out of reach.
After a few minutes of this I slip  and while I'm catching my balance,
Katy darts in and snatches both towels
from me, then races off for  the caravan.  Pounding  on her heels, I'm
just in time to stop her from locking the door  in my face, I force my
way inside behind her  and taking one of  the towels from  her I strip
off my shorts,  towel myself dry  and slip James'  shorts back  on.  I
glance up to see Katy hunched up on the bed examining her cunny, which
looks a little red.

"How's it feel?" I ask.

"Still a little  sore,  but  not too bad  since you chucked  me in the
water." She informs me. "But I'm still  gonna get you."  she threatens
with a grin.

"It's probably the running you did  stretching it, like when your legs
are stiff after a long run."

Katy pads up  to me  and presents her  pussy to  me, asking,  "Kiss it
better?"

Picking her up to stand on  my knees, I plant a quick  kiss on the tip
of her clit.

Cuffing me upside the head, she says, "You can do better than that."

So I do better, I lick from the bottom of her slit to the top and suck
her clit into my mouth, nibbling on it till its hard.  I then lift her
down and give  her a  light swat  on the  backside, telling  her, "Get
dressed now, before your mother comes looking for us."  Katy pouts but
pads off to rummage  through her drawers  for a dry  pair of knickers,
waving her arse in  my direction as she  bends over.  I  get up, kneel
behind her and bite her gently  on the left cheek.   I then reach over
her shoulders to pick up a pair of  knickers that have been sitting on
the top all the time, silently I hold hem out to her.  Katy slips them
on with rueful grin,  and finding a shirt  and skirt, finishes getting
dressed.

Together we wander barefoot over to the boundary fence, mud squelching
between our toes,   and slip through.   Walking to where  the creek is


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still flowing swiftly, though no where  near it's peak of the previous
night.  Together we gaze  into the swirling waters.   Katy's arm about
my waist feels  so right  as we silently  luxuriate in  the cool, rain
swept, dawn.

A sudden crashing  in the bush  to one side  causes us to  turn, a few
seconds later a large grey kangaroo hops from the bush to stand only a
few meters away.  We  contemplate each other for  a few seconds before
the kangaroo decides we  are not a threat  and stoops to  take a drink
from the creek,   then  with a  single bound  clears the  water before
disappearing through the bush in the direction of my uncles house.

A few more minutes of silence follow,  before Katy decides that she is
hungry.  We return to the house to  find Jane in the kitchen, stirring
a pot of porridge.

"What on earth  were you  doing swimming straight  after a  heavy rain
like that  for?" She  asks me,  "You're lucky  your balls  didn't drop
off."

"Not quite, though I did have to swallow  a couple of times." I reply,
"Someone.." accusing glance, "thought  an early morning  swim would be
just dandy."

"Well, I saw that  she got hers.   Sit down  I was just  going to call
you."

Over breakfast, we discuss the order of the day.

"The weather  forecast  this morning,  said  that  Cyclone Katherine,"
James begins.

"Hey they  named  a cyclone  after  you, good  choice."  I  tell Katy,
earning a punch in the arm.

"As I  was  saying, the  cyclone  is  due to  hit  the  coast sometime
tomorrow.  Jane says that stocks are getting a  bit low, and I need to
take care of  some business just  in case we  get cut off  here by the
weather.  Would you mind staying here and  keeping an eye on the place
until we get  back, we've  had some  trouble with  things going  for a
walk.  Normally one of us would stay behind, but there's just too much
to do today."

"Can I stay?" asks Katy.

Jane looks at me, "That all right with you?"

"No problem, I'll just chuck her in the dam  if she's any trouble."  I
respond.

"Make sure  you  tie the  bricks  on tight."  is  James' contribution.
"We'll collect  Jimmy from  the Shead's  to  be our  porter,  so don't
expect to see him til we get back."

After breakfast is over,  I send Katy down  to the van  to collect the
leaking pillow and ask Jane for a needle and some thread so that I can
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"How big a mess did you two make last night?"  asks Jane.

"Not too  much,  you interrupted  us  just as  the  pillow  started to
split."

It only takes me few minutes  to fix the pillow.  I  then look at Katy
with a speculative eye.

"You reckon you can escape, no matter how you are tied up, do you?"

"Yep!" proudly.

"Taught her all I know."  is James' response.

"Well I bet I can tie  you to that chair, so you  can't leave it, with
this." I say holding up  the piece of cotton  left over from repairing
the pillow.

"No Way!" says  Katy.   Her father though,  knows better  than to take
what looks like a sucker bet.

I put Katy's one  of hand through the  back of the chair,  and tie her
thumbs securely together  with two turns  of cotton, James  and I then
saunter off to the lounge to check the latest weather report.

We hear, "Ouch, that hurts." as Katy tries to twist her hands to break
the cotton.  Several minutes of  grunts and groans follow, before Katy
appears in the door  carrying the chair before  her.  "Can  you get me
loose?"

"What's the magic word?"  I ask.

"Please."

"I don't know, we had a bet, what do I win?"

"I won't kill you if you let me go now."

"Does, that sound fair to you?" I ask James.

"I'd hold out for at least a cup of tea if I were you."

To Katy I say, "Cup of tea AND you won't  get me back for chucking you
in the dam?"

"O.K. O.K."

A quick snip with the scissors and Katy is loose.  "Now how about that
cup of tea?"

"Beast."  With a twitch of her behind she leaves the room, returning a
few minutes later with cuppas all round.

By about nine o'clock the creek is down  enough to get the car through
and Jane and James  decide not to waste  any time and head  off.  Katy
and I watch them go, when they are out of sight, Katy turns to me with
a smile, "Let's fuck."



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"Better give them  a few  minutes, to make  sure that  they are really
gone." I say.  "Why don't we go over to  my uncle's and get some clean
clothes for me first?"

We lock up the house and head off,  The  creek is still above my knees
so I lift Katy to my  shoulders and wade across.   Lifting Katy down I
take the opportunity to grab a quick feel.  Fifteen minutes later I've
told my  mother where  I'll be  for the  rest  of the  day and  we are
heading back to Katy's with a clean change  of clothes and a dry towel
for me, as Katy tells me  the water will be warm enough  to swim in by
about lunch time.

In the van  Katy wastes  no time and  is soon  naked and  lying spread
eagled on the  bed.  I  swiftly follow suit,  then taking  both of her
ankles in one hand I lift her hips and slip  a towel beneath her as if
I was changing a baby, giving her bottom a swat  I let go and her legs
snap apart like they were spring loaded.   Kneeling at the foot of the
bed I lean forwards and blow a stream of air over her clitoris, I then
tease her with  kisses and licks  all around her  pussy while avoiding
her clit which is soon standing up begging for attention.

                              ***

Lena could  not believe  her eyes.   She  had come  over to  visit her
boyfriend's sister, his parents  had taken him shopping  with them and
her brothers had decided to go fishing leaving her alone.  Having just
gotten back from spending a  week in town with  at friend's place, she
was still getting used to being alone and had decided that the company
of a  girl four  years her  junior  was better  than nothing.   Coming
through the fence  she had seen  Katy go into  the van  with a strange
man,  she had called out but they had not heard her.  Curious, she had
crept up to the van and hearing strange noises she decided to see what
was happening before announcing her presence.

Raising her  head  to  look  through the  window  she  was  met  by an
incredible sight:  There was her  boyfriend's little sister naked with
her knees pulled up  to her chest  and the stranger  was crouched over
her and he was LICKING her  cunny.  Her first thought  was to run home
and tell  her  parents what  she  had  seen, but  as  she  stood there
watching it became obvious that Katy was an active participant and she
felt a tingle beginning to build in her loins.  Taking another, longer
look at  the engrossed  pair she  saw  more, the  man had  two  of his
fingers pushed right  inside Katy  and he was  moving them  in an out,
looking closely at the mans  crouched form she could  see his dick and
it looked absolutely enormous, a bit  longer than her Jimmy's and much
thicker.  Suddenly the  tingle was much  stronger and she  just had to
scratch it.

Rubbing herself  through  her  shorts she  watches  what  is happening
within the van, she  soon feels the need  for more and  slips her hand
inside the tight waistband of her shorts,  unable to move her hand she
undoes the  snap and  tries again,  this  time her  hand  slips easily
inside her bikini bottoms  and her fingers are  soon busily working on
her clit, and sliding through  her soaking crack.   Inside she can see
that Katy has released her legs to rest on the strangers shoulders and
she is holding onto his head.  Katy is  making a lot of strange grunts
and squeals, her hips are moving  from side and it  looks like the man
has one of his fingers stuck up her bum too.


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                              ***

Katy cums  with a  squeal  that makes  me  glad that  her  parents are
several miles away,   suddenly we are  interrupted by a  loud thump on
the side  of the  caravan.   Guiltily,  I remove  my fingers  from her
openings and we quickly  draw apart.  I  pull on a pair  of shorts and
Katy scrambles into her skirt and a shirt.  Moving to the door we look
out:  I see a strange girl with dark curly hair, she looks to be about
thirteen or so and is obviously in the aftermath of an orgasm.  She is
sitting on the muddy ground, leaning back against the side of the van,
her shorts down  to mid  thigh.  Her  hand is  stuffed inside  her red
polka dot bikini bottoms and it is moving in slow circular strokes.

Suddenly she notices us standing  there.  She jerks  her hand out like
it was scalded  and flushes a  deep red all  the way down  to her well
filled bikini top.   Stammering  she tries  to explain,  "I-I-I didn't
know you were th-th-there?"

"Obviously." I ask "Who is she, Katy?"

"Oh she's Jimmy's girlfriend.  Lena  this is Geoff.   Geoff, Lena."  I
offer my hand and Lena takes it in  hers, she realises that it's still
wet with her juices and jerks  it from my grasp and  rubbing it on her
shorts, blushes again, suddenly she bursts into tears.

"Go and get  us a drink,"   Katy tells  me,  "while  I have  a talk to
her."

I go into the house and spend an  interminable ten minutes making up a
jug of cordial.   Grabbing  three glasses,  I head  back for  the van.
Down in the van I find Katy and Lena sitting on a towel on Katy's bed.
Lena seems a  little better  but she looks  very jumpy.   I  give them
their drinks and take a seat on the floor  in front of them with mine.
Lena looks down at her drink avoiding my eyes.

"Lena," her eyes flick to me  then back to her drink,  "I'm not mad at
you, though I am scared of what you might say."

"Oh, I'm not going to tell on you."  she whispers.

"Why not?"  I ask, "You should you know."

"I know, but Katy  said it was mostly  her idea and if  I tell, you'll
get into a lot of trouble,  Katy will get it  trouble, and nobody will
be happy."

"What else has Katy told you?"

"She say's you make her  feel really good."   Suddenly she bursts into
tears again.

I look to Katy who just shrugs.

I get up  and sit  beside Lena,  she turns  and hides  her face  on my
shoulder. Awkwardly, I put  my arm around  her and hold  her until the
sobs racking her body subside, she shudders  a few times and lifts her
head to wipe her eyes before dropping it back to my shoulder.


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Lifting her chin with  my finger I look  into her red  rimmed eyes and
ask, "Why does Katy feeling good make you cry?"

"B-because I let Jimmy do it last week and  it hurt, and last night we
did it again and he-he stopped just when I started to feel nice an-and
Katy says, you make her feel good every  time.  Sh-She's just a little
kid, and I've got boobs and everything,  h-how come I don't feel good,
wh-what's wrong with me?"

"You seemed to  be feeling pretty  good outside  before we interrupted
you." I observe.

"That's different, I  was doing  it myself, how  come it  doesn't feel
good with Jimmy."

"Well there's nothing  wrong with  you, I'd say  the problem  was with
Jimmy."

Katy chips in, "Yeah, I bet he just got on top and stuck it in."

Lena looks at Katy, surprised, "How, did you know?"

I reply, "Because Jimmy  is really the  'little kid', he  knows how to
fuck, but he doesn't know how to make love.   If he just climbs on top
and shoves,  it's going  to be  uncomfortable  and by  the time  he is
finished you'll just  be starting  to get warmed  up.   You'll have to
tell him what to do."

"But I don't know what to do."  is her plaintive reply.

"You seemed to have  a fairly good idea  outside, just tell  him to do
the same sort of things, also make him  shoot, before he fucks you, so
that he lasts longer the second time."

"How do I do that?"

"Well you could give him a hand job," I start.

"Or you suck him off." interjects Katy, who seems determined to shock.

"You mean  put  it  in my  mouth?"  Lena  asks  incredulously, "That's
disgusting."

"No it's not, Geoff tastes really  good, especially when he shoots his
sperm in my mouth."

"Oooh, yuk!"

"Really, what were we doing when you saw us?" I ask.

"You were licking her between the legs."

"So, was my licking Katy's cunt disgusting?"

"Sort of, but it made  me feel really hot  too, thinking about someone
doing it to me."



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"Well, anything two people  do with each  other, so long  as they both
want to  do  it, is  generally  not that  bad,  in fact,  if  it looks
disgusting, it probably feels pretty good."

"Yeah, he  licked my  bum last  night  and I  nearly went  through the
roof."

Lena looks at me and gasps, "You didn't?"

I nod, "She  had just had  a shower, she  was clean, I  knew she would
like it, so why not?"

"I guess, but it seems so strange.  Can you ...." Lena trails off.

"Can I what?"

"No, you'll just get mad at me."

"No, we won't." Katy encourages.

"Katy's right, we won't get angry with anything you say."

"C-can you show me what to do."  Lena gets out in a rush.

"I can't see any problems with that, can you Katy?"

"No, do you want to join  in or just watch us or  do you want Geoff to
do it to you?"

"Can I just watch to start with?"

"Of course, just don't tell  Jimmy or anybody else.   If anybody found
out about Katy and me I'd probably go to jail and Katy might end up in
a home."

"O.K."

Katy claps her hand  with delight, and taking  both Lena and  I by the
hand, she drags  us to  Jimmy's bed at  the other  end of  the van and
falling back on  the bed, she  flips her skirt  up to  reveal her bald
pussy, which  is  already  leaking down  between  her  arse  cheeks to
saturate the back of her skirt.

"Better get that skirt off before  you ruin it." I  say.  Pulling Katy
to her feet I remove her  shirt and pull down her  skirt to pool about
her ankles.

Katy kneels in front of me and unfastens  my shorts and lets them drop
to the floor.  She then  sticks out her tongue and  licks me from root
to crown coating  my member  with a sheen  of saliva.   Taking  a deep
breath she ovals her  mouth and plunges her  head forward, burying her
nose in my hair she takes me deep into her  throat.  Lena gasps.  Katy
bobs her head up and down a few times before releasing me with a slurp
while Lena looks on in disbelief.

Not to be  outdone I  pick Katy up,  throw her  back on  the towel and
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Katy's cunt for  a few  seconds before changing  to teasing  licks and
sucks.  I work her right up to the edge, but refuse to tip her over.

Glancing at Lena I  see her with  one hand inside  her bikini bottoms,
the other squeezing and rubbing  her tits.  "Why  don't you take those
off and sit up here so you can see  better?" I ask, briefly lifting my
mouth from Katy's pussy.  I then lower  my face back into position and
continue to tease her,  licking and biting at  her thighs, flicking my
tongue inside her for a second before withdrawing.

Feeling movement on the bed, I flick my eyes  up to see Lena has taken
up a  position kneeling  behind Katy's  head  and is  leaning  over to
closely observe  where my  tongue  is working  over  Katy's delectable
pussy.  Her eyes are only  six inches from mine,  she blushes when she
sees me looking at her but doesn't move.

Beneath me Katy is almost incoherent, squealing, grunting, moaning and
cursing me.  I move my head slightly and begin rimming Katy's asshole,
her grunts  and  groans  are now  more  urgent,  coming  more swiftly.
Suddenly the sounds are muffled  and I hear Lena  gasp, Glancing up, I
see Lena's eyes have rolled back in her head, looking a little lower I
see the reason, Katy has latched  onto one of her  hanging tits and is
sucking for all she is worth.

I decide that now is the  time and plunging a  finger deep into Katy's
opening, I attack her clit, suck, nip,  pull and her thighs snap tight
on my neck, as she cums  hard emitting a muffled  bane sihde wail into
the flesh of  Lena's breast.   Lena pulls  back in  surprise and Katy,
loosing her gag, lets fly with  her full voice.  All  the while I work
on her clit, she is cumming continuously, her tiny body rigid in front
of Lena, the muscles of her belly rippling visibly.  The volume of her
voice diminishes  with each  wail until  she  is reduced  to  a barely
audible whimper.

Just before she  passes out  I desist in  my assault  on her  clit and
change to  slow gentle  licks collecting  as  much of  her overflowing
juice as I can.   Katy's body  looses it's rigidity  and her breathing
slowly recovers, a minute later she pushes my head away.

"No more.  Oh god that was incredible.", she gasps.

"That was awesome," Lena says, I look up to see her gently rubbing her
mons, and squeezing her breast, "I thought you were killing her."

"Just wait till he does it to you, you won't care if he does.",  grins
Katy, recovered enough for her usual bubbly exuberance to resurface.

"Would you?"  Lena asks in a barely audible whisper, her voice carries
a little apprehension,  but I  can't tell  if she's  scared I  will or
scared that I won't.

"Only if you want  me to."  I  reply.  "Good sex  is all about choice,
and if someone says 'no', you  stop."  I explain.  "So  do you want me
to?"

"Yes please." says Lena, shyly, in a little girl voice.




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"Move." I say, giving Katy's  hip a push.   Reluctantly she gives way,
and Lena takes her place.

Sitting back on my heels I take my first good  look at Lena.  Her dark
curly hair  frames a  heart shaped  face, the  flickering of  her deep
brown eyes and  the tongue  licking her full  lips, betrays  a slight,
lingering uncertainty.  Her nose is just a  bit to large for her face,
she is not a beauty but  is certainly very attractive.   Her body will
definitely attract  more than  a casual  glance,  breasts the  size of
small grapefruit  surmount  her chest,  though  slightly  flattened by
gravity they are firm enough to  maintain their shape.  Crowning them,
her stiff nipples,  the same  diameter as my  little finger  stand out
nearly half an inch, centred in dark aereoli nearly two inches across.
These breasts would be  stunning on an  adult, on a  thirteen year old
girl they  are mind  blowing.   The  still forming  flare of  her hips
beneath her flat  tummy, promises an  hourglass figure  that all women
desire and few achieve.  At the juncture of her thighs every detail of
her fleshy  mons  is fully  visible,  the single  curl  of  fine, dark
reddish hair at the very top of her slit conceals nothing and the wine
dark flesh of  enormous inner  labia protrude  from between  her puffy
outer lips.

As I prepare to taste of Lena's honey pot, Katy pulls my head down and
whispers in my ear, "Why don't we do what you did to me last night?"

"What do you  mean?   As I  recall I  did several  things to  you last
night." I whisper back.

"You know lick her all over."  Katy clarifies.

"Both of us?"

"Yeah," Katy grins, "It'll  drive her bananas."   turning to Lena, who
has propped  herself on  her elbows  and  is looking  at us  trying to
follow our whispers, she instructs, "Lie back, and close your eyes and
keep them closed, and don't move your hands."

"What are you going to do?" Lena asks, her apprehension showing.

"Don't worry,  you'll  like it,  it's  gonna drive  you  nuts."   Katy
reassures her.

Lena does as  instructed and  Katy and  I take  up stations  to either
side.  As  soon as  she feels the  touch of  two sets  of lips  on her
forehead her eyes  snap open,  and she  gasps at  Katy, "But  you're a
girl!  I'm not a lesbian!"

"Of course not," I reassure her,  "You're a lesbian if  you do it ONLY
with girls, don't worry this will  be a lot of fun,  lots of people do
it."

"Yeah, I just  want to help  Geoff make you  feel really  good."  Katy
chips in.

"O.K. I guess." Lena lies back again and closes her eyes.

Once again Katy  and I  bend to kiss  Lena, she  quivers a  little but
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across her cheeks,   together we nibble  and tongue Lena's  ears.  Our
lips on the side of her neck cause her to squirm as shivers ascend her
spine.  Tracing the line of her jaw I move up to savour lips that part
at my touch.   My  tongue slips between  them and  is met  by a lively
response, Lena's  tongue twines  itself about  mine before  darting in
between my lips  to lick  inside my  mouth.   When I  raise my  head I
restrain Katy, before she can take her  turn, I shake my head slightly
and she nods in  response, understanding that Lena  might not be ready
for a full kiss from a girl.

In unison  once again,  eyes locked  together  so we  can  follow each
others movements, our  lips trace  her jaw line  back to  her neck and
onto her  shoulders,  our tongues  trace  the uppermost  swell  of her
breasts.   Momentarily  we loose  sync  as I  surprise  Katy  by doing
something I had forgotten  the night before.    I take  Lena's arm and
lift it from  the bed  to expose her  armpit, I  inhale, savouring the
aroma, before  licking  the  slight sheen  of  sweat  from  the smooth
expanse of skin, broken only by the  finest of new grown hairs, Lena's
body  writhes  and  undulates   as  she  squeaks   at  the  unexpected
sensations.  Katy gives  me a funny look  but follows suit.   We mouth
our way down her arms, to take her fingers  one by one into our mouths
sucking and twining our tongues around them.

Making our way  back up  her arm, we  leave a  trail of  wet kisses to
Lena's heaving ribs.   Taking a breast  each, Katy and  I trace slowly
contracting spirals with our  tongues and lips.   Finally we reach the
summit and suck the engorged nipples between our lips.  Lena makes her
first sound of  arousal, a long  drawn out moan.   Katy and  I grin at
each other, a nipple each between out teeth.  We nibble and suck for a
few moments longer, then  trail our tongues onto  her quivering belly,
She jumps with a  gasp as my tongue  plunges into her  navel and jerks
again as Katy follows me.

Moving onwards I take her  curl of russet pubic  hair between my teeth
and tug gently.  Lena's hips are straining upwards trying to force her
mound onto my mouth,  I ignore  her silent plea for strong stimulation
and take her protruding labia into my  mouth for only a second, before
releasing them with a wet slurp.   A gush of fluids  are released as I
separate her lips and  I lap them up  with relish.   Katy's tongue and
lips follow mine  and I  have to prod  her to  remind her  of the task
ahead, Lena groans in frustration as we abandon her quivering, soaking
wet quim.

Once more side by side, Katy and I  trail nibbles and licks the length
Lena's inner thighs,  around her  kneecaps, and down  her shins.   Our
tongues  twine  around  and  between  her  toes  before  tickling  the
sensitive folds beneath, a broad  lick from heel to  toe causes her to
jerk her feet from our grasp, with a sharp cry.

Together Katy and I roll Lena over onto her tummy and gently biting on
her heels we start the journey home.  We lick  and kiss our way up her
calves to the sensitive skin behind her knees, where our tongues cause
Lena to squeal and squirm.  The muscles  of her thighs tense and relax
under our tongues as she clenches  and releases her buttocks, grinding
her mons into the  bed beneath her.   Together we bite,  suck and kiss
all over Lena's buttocks before separating  them.  Katy darts in ahead
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flowed into the crease.  Her tongue  flicks back to circle Lena's anus
before stiffening and plunging inside.

Lena's breath, which has been coming in short fast pants punctuated by
little yips of excitement, leave her lungs with a whooshing squeal and
I push Katy aside and my tongue takes  it's turn licking the length of
Lena's arse crack and plunging into her pucker.

Rolling Lena onto her  back, I lift her  leg and push her  knee to her
chest, Katy follows suit  and we both have  access to Lena's saturated
quim and asshole.  I lap from the base of her  spine to the top of her
slit and Katy  follows.   We then each  take one  of Lena's protruding
labia in our teeth and pull  as if in a tug of  war, then it's back to
licking and I allow  my tongue to  plunge deep between  the labia into
her overflowing vagina, out and I flick my  tongue over the tip of her
clit.  Katy dives  in beneath me and  tries to lick  Lena dry, licking
and sucking like there was no tomorrow.

Lena cums with  a wolf like  howl, her body  snapping straight, knocks
Katy aside and a knee dazes  me as it glances off  my temple.  Between
her Legs  Lena's  vulva  is  spurting  a  creamy  liquid  from between
inflamed lips, Katy dives  back in and covers  Lena's entire pulsating
quim with her mouth  anxious not to miss  any more of  this new treat.
Lena's body spasms,  arching clear of  the bed, and  falling back over
and over again, somehow or other Katy manages to maintain her lip lock
the entire time and not a drop of Lena's spend escapes.

As Lena's spasms subside, I tear Katy loose  and mash my lips to hers,
forcing my tongue  into her  mouth I taste  of the  delectable nectar.
Indescribable, the  otherworldly taste  sears my  tongue,   bottled it
would outsell the  beverage giants Coke  and Pepsi,  driving them into
bankruptcy.  An eternity later, we  are interrupted as Lena throws her
arms about us  and hugs  us to her,  tears streaming  down her cheeks.
Katy and  I kiss  the tears  from  her cheeks  and this  time  I don't
intervene as Katy presses her lips to  Lena's and they exchange a deep
soul kiss.  I look on in amusement as Katy's toes curl.

Finally Lena pulls back and asks, "Is  that me I can taste?", Together
Katy and I nod. "Well if  all girls taste like that I  don't care if I
am a lesbian."

Laughing I tell her not to worry.

"What was that?" Katy asks, "I don't squirt like that do I?"

"I have absolutely no idea.  But it was great wasn't it."

"Yeah!" turning to Lena Katy asks, "Did that drive you nuts or what?"

"You have no idea, all that teasing made me want to kill you."

"Was the wait worth it?"  I ask.

"YES! You can do that to me any time."

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"Oh, no it's not if you touch me now I'll go off like a rocket.  Let's
go for a swim until I cool down a bit."

The girls agree, Katy somewhat reluctantly. Lena slips her bikini back
on, Katy  makes  do  with  a  pair  of  knickers  and  for  myself the
ubiquitous shorts suffice.  Two minutes  later we are splashing around
in the water.  Though still  cool, it has lost it's  bite and my balls
remain where they belong.  We horse  around for a few minutes, ducking
each other and bombing  each other from  the platform.   Then I notice
that look in Katy's eye which bodes ill  for someone, a quick pluck at
the back of Lena's neck and her breasts  are bobbing free in the water
her top hanging loosely around her ribs.

Lena turns but finds  only widening ripples in  the water.  Shrugging,
Lena loosens the  tie across her  back and with  a flick  of her wrist
tosses the  top  onto the  bank.   Katy  resurfaces  and  Lena pounces
snagging an ankle.

They the go into a huddle casting significant glances my way. 'Uh oh!'
I think,  'Oh well  let's get  it over  with.'   and  I swim  in their
direction.   As I  approach they  separate,  Katy slipping  behind me,
(normally I  would  turn to  face  the more  dangerous  adversary, but
Lena's bobbing breasts hold my eyes),  Lena approaches and putting her
hands on  my  shoulders  leaps  up  forcing  me  beneath  the surface,
crushing her tits  into my face  at the same  time.  'I  can live with
this, I don't need to breath'  I tell myself, only  seconds later I am
reminded of Katy as my shorts are tugged free.

Eventually though, I  do need  to breath and  I return  to the surface
keeping an arm about Lena's waist.  Lena  put up only a token struggle
as I remove  her bottoms and  toss them onto  the growing  pile on the
bank.  A quick feel and together we gang up  to capture Katy.  When we
do corner her she slips her knickers off and tosses them before we are
able to capture her.

"Not good  enough." I  say, and  sweeping  her up  in my  arms  I blow
zoobers all over her body, Lena joins in  and Katy is soon a quivering
mass of giggles.   Suddenly we release her  and she disappears beneath
the surface with  a squeal.   Lena and I  retreat to  the platform and
Katy comes up sputtering,  vowing revenge.  Lena  wraps her arms about
my neck, I support her with an arm about her waist the other about the
pole to support us both.   I pull her in tight  and her breasts squash
delightfully against my  chest, applying  pressure to  the back  of my
neck she pulls my head down  and fastens her lips  to mine, her tongue
darting out to joust with mine.  Blood rushes to my head and elsewhere
and soon Woody is standing proudly  to attention, his head prodding at
the top of her slit.  Lena humps her hips  at me rubbing the length of
her slot over my engorged  glans, suddenly she gasps  as the head pops
inside the tight ring of muscles at the entrance of her vagina.

Katy's hand sliding  between our bellies  and down to  grasp my member
interrupts us. "I think  he's ready, let's go  back to the  van."  she
says.  Tugging  Woody from  his warm refuge  she tows  him towards the
bank, I, perforce follow.  Recovering our clothes from the grassy bank
we run naked to the van.  Inside, I take up a towel and rub both girls
dry paying careful attention to where they  are dampest.  When my turn
comes they take a towel each and Katy magnanimously allows Lena to dry
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"You two were fucking weren't you?"  Katy asks.

"Nearly," I reply dryly, "but we were interrupted."

"We'll you're mine, you can only fuck her if I'm watching."

"You mean join in, don't you?"  I laugh.

"Whatever."

Lena  clears  her  throat  self-consciously,  Katy  and  I  cease  our
interplay and turn to her.  She seems  to be turning something over in
her mind, finally she blurts out,  "Katy can you teach  me how to suck
his cock?"

Whether by accident or  design Lena has  picked just the  right way to
stroke Katy and she  is all smiles  as she replies,  "Sure, it's great
fun and his sperm  tastes really good.   It's real easy  too, the most
important thing to remember is  to be careful with  your teeth."  Katy
then tells of her lesson and they have a good laugh at my expense.

Katy uses my cock to explain where I'm  most sensitive and what I seem
to like, She goes on to  repeat the lesson I gave her  on how to build
me up adding a new twist,  "If you excite him too  much and he's gonna
cum before you want  him to, just push  hard here with  your thumb and
wait until he stops twitching." She indicates a spot at the base of my
penis above my  balls.  "I  read that in  one of those  stories."  she
informs me proudly.

Instructions finished with, Katy has me lie  back on the bed, and Lena
kneel beside  my shoulders  facing my  feet.   She  then sits  back to
watch, fingers already busy between her  legs.  Lena's first moves are
tentative, taking my cock in her hand she examines it from all angles,
squeezing and pinching gently.  She  scoops up a drop  of pre cum from
the end, rubs it between her fingertips  and sniffs at it, finally she
sticks her tongue out  and tastes it.   Satisfied, she  leans over and
kisses, then licks the tip.

"Lick it all over and make it wet." Katy says impatiently.

"Shut up Katy, let her go at her own pace." I tell her.

Lena steels herself and  runs her tongue  from the root  to the crown,
then opening her jaws wide pops the  head through her ovaled lips, her
tongue tentatively licks  at the head,  the tip probing  into the tiny
slit at the end.  Gaining confidence the actions of her tongue becomes
firmer more assured,  soon she  is bobbing up  and down  on my rampant
member her tongue flickering  about my knob as  though possessed.  Now
sure of herself she makes a deeper  stroke than she has previously and
my cock  bumps  the  back of  her  throat  and she  gags.    She jerks
backwards and my cock pops  free of her mouth,  she coughs and returns
to try again,  over and over she tries to take my entire length within
her mouth.

After four or  five attempts  I say,  "Don't worry  about it,  not all
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"Hey, that might work!"  Lena resumes her  attack on me, and this time
when my cock  hits the  back of her  mouth she  swallows convulsively.
The sensation of the muscles  of her throat working  about the head of
my cock are almost enough to  send me over the  edge, Katy notices the
warning signs and warns Lena to back off.  Lena ignores her wanting to
try out her newfound  skill, retreating only far  enough to release my
knob from  her  throat,  she  takes  a  breath  and  plunging forwards
swallows me whole yet again.   It takes all of my  self control not to
grab her head and fuck her face.

Lena backs up until  her lips caress the  rim of my  glans, her tongue
goes into overdrive, flickering  all around my knob  and spearing into
my pisshole.   My balls are  tight and churning  and my  prick is hard
enough to drive railway spikes.  One more  swallow is all it takes and
I'm cumming down her throat, she  quickly pulls back, holding just the
head between her lips.   Jet after jet  of my creamy  jism pulses into
her mouth until it starts to leak around my shaft.

"Don't swallow," Katy orders Lena,  "I want to share  it."  Pulling my
cock from between Lena's lips she takes it into her own mouth, lapping
up the last few dribbles, before  taking Lena's head between her hands
and locking  their lips  together, they  clinch  for nearly  a minute,
passing my cum back and forth, before swallowing a portion each.

The pair of them then descend  upon my groin and clean  it like a pair
of cats let loose  in the dairy.   Woody twitches in  response, but is
unable to  rise to  the occasion.   The  combination of  the morning's
buildup and Lena's incredible mouth action have drained me completely,
my balls hang loose and aching.  Together  they work upon me trying to
restore the lead  to my  pencil, but  all I  am able  to do  is twitch
slightly.

Finally I push them away, telling them, "Woah girls, Lena's drained me
dry and It's going to take me a while to  recover.  Why don't you have
some fun together until I'm ready?   Besides watching you will help me
recover faster."

Katy is quick to agree, Lena  is not so sure  but acquiesces when Katy
prods her, "C'mon, It'll be great."

I position Katy on the bottom  and Lena with her  knees either side of
Katy's head.  As soon as  Lena is in position Katy  lifts her head and
licks Lena from  stem to  stern, Lena gasps  and throws  her head back
with her eyes  closed.   After a few  seconds I  place my  hand behind
Lena's head and push gently, she shows no resistance and soon her eyes
are within inches of Katy's moist  slit, she looks at  it for a moment
then tentatively separates the lips with  her the thumb and forefinger
of one hand, the fingers of the other hand passing behind Katy's thigh
and exploring  within,  gently  sliding over  the  slick  flesh around
Katy's vagina and then flicking her engorged clit causing Katy to moan
into the flesh of Lena's vulva.

Moving to the other end I see Katy has  taken one of Lena's labia into
each hand and has them  stretched wide apart, her  tongue is tracing a
figure eight, circling  Lena's clit and  anus, pausing  to plunge deep
within Lena's vaginal  opening every  time it  passes.   Suddenly Katy
emits a surprised  squeal and I  look to see  that Lena  has taken the
plunge and has her mouth covering Katy's entire mons.


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I can't see exactly what she  is doing, but judging  by the way Katy's
hips are moving  up and  down in short  sharp thrusts,  I guess Lena's
talented tongue is hard at work.  Moving to put my mouth to Lena's ear
I explain my  suck, nip,  pull technique and  suggest that  she use it
when Katy starts to cum.  She nods and continues her ministrations.  I
flick my tongue into her ear eliciting a muffled squeak, before moving
to kneel behind Katy's head.

Bending forwards  I plunge  my tongue  into Lena's  back door  as Katy
sucks and chews on  Lena's engorged inner lips.   Suddenly Katy's head
snaps back against the mattress, her eyes rolled back in her head, her
teeth exposed by lips drawn back  in a rictus grin, almost immediately
she gives voice to a  shattering screech as she  cums hard, she barely
has time  to draw  breath before  squealing  again and  again  as Lena
follows my instructions  and sucks, nips  and pulls  on Katy's enraged
clitoris.  Ceasing  her all  out assault, Lena  switches to  long slow
licks as she  laps up Katy's  overflowing juices,  leaving her gasping
for breath.

Katy soon  recovers and  I  sit back  and  watch in  amazement  as she
attacks Lena's pussy  like she was  possessed, licking  and sucking on
Lena's inflamed  labia,  flicking  her  tongue  over  Lena's  engorged
clitoris.  Katy inserts two fingers  into Lena's cunt and plunges them
in and out her fist slapping against  Lena's mound, a minute later she
adds a  third  finger  and then  a  fourth.   I  look  on  in complete
stupefaction as a moment  later, Katy's entire  hand disappears within
the folds of Lena's pulsating quim.   Now Lena cums  as she throws her
head back and howls the taut tendons of her neck standing out in sharp
relief.

Katy is pumping  her fist in  and out of  Lena's cunt  with an obscene
squelching sound, her  arm disappearing half  way to  the elbow before
withdrawing and  plunging back.   It  is  Lena's turn  to  writhe with
multiple-orgasms as over  and over  again Katy  pounds away  at Lena's
palpitating pussy refusing to stop until Lena collapses unconscious on
top of her.

I stop Katy before she is able to  withdraw her hand, saying "Wait for
her to wake up."  Lifting  Lena from Katy's body, I  turn her onto her
back and lay her back down  beside Katy.  I quickly  move to the other
end of the van and return with an empty glass just in time to see Lena
beginning to stir.  Setting the  glass on the dresser  I lift Lena and
sit behind her supporting her on my  shoulder, tilting her head back I
kiss her gently on the lips,  her tongue slips between  my lips as she
recovers.

Suddenly her eye snap open and she pushes  my head away to looks down,
"Oh my god!" she exclaims.

Retrieving the glass I  place it in  Katy's free hand  and lift Lena's
arse clear of the bed.  Katy holds  the glass in position beneath Lena
and slowly withdraws  her fist  with and obscene  slurp.   Lena groans
softly as  it pops  free, a  milky  cascade of  juices flows  from her
gaping twat into the glass, nearly filling it.

I lean back  against the end  of the bed  and the girls  snuggle up on
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together we pass our loving  cup between us tilting  it to each others
lips.  Silently we  share our love for  each other until  the glass is
empty and Katy is  using her fingers  to scrape up  every last droplet
and feeding them to me.

Finally Lena  breaks  the silence,  "That  was  in-fucking-credible, I
don't believe you had your whole  hand in me.  And  it didn't hurt, it
felt great."

"I think he's  ready to fuck  now." says Katy,  grasping my throbbing,
steel hard fuck stick.

"'Ready to fuck' she says!   I'm ready to punch  holes in armour plate
after that performance!" I say. Katy giggles.

It is then that  I notice the moan  of the rising  wind outside, "That
fuck's going  to  have to  wait."  I  say, "We  had  better  make sure
everything's secure."

We quickly slip our clothes on  and step outside.  As  I open the door
it is snatched from my hand  by the wind, banging  against the side of
the van.   Outside  the sun  has disappeared  behind roiling  banks of
cloud and the temperature has plummeted.

"Shit Lena, you'd  better get home  before the rain  brings the creeks
back up." I tell her.

"O.K. Bye, and thankyou  so much." she says  before fastening her lips
to mine in a passionate kiss.  I give her a quick pat  on the arse and
she heads off at a run.

Katy and I swiftly check around outside the house looking for anything
loose and then check the tiedowns for the  van and drop the awnings to
cover the windows.  Everything secure, we go inside to check the news.
Just as the TV finishes  warming up Lena comes  pounding up the stairs
and into the house.

"It's too late,"  she gasps,  "It' must  have already  started raining
upstream, the creek's just about burst its banks."

"What's your number?" I ask picking  up the phone. she  tells me and I
dial, it's answered  on the first  ring and an  anxious sounding woman
answers.

"Hello, is that you Lena?"

"Mrs Shead?  It's Geoff Lyndon here, you  don't know me but I'm Liam's
nephew, I'm here at  the O'Conner's place  with Katy and  Lena.  She's
fine but we wore each other out playing in  the dam and fell asleep in
front of the telly.   We only woke  up when the  wind started rattling
things.  I sent  Lena off as  soon as we  woke up but  she's just came
back and told me the creek's right up and  she can't get home.  Katy's
parents aren't back yet either."

"Damn!  You'd better let me speak to my daughter."

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"Mum?" .. "Yeah, I'm real  sorry, like Geoff said,  we fell asleep and
only just woke up."  .. "Yeah, I will,   I'm sorry.   Bye." Lena hands
the phone back to me saying, "She wants to speak to you again."

"Yes Mrs Shead?"

"I'm sorry this  had to  happen.  It  looks like  you're stuck looking
after those kids for a few days, this storm isn't going to blow itself
out early.  Have you seen the news yet?"

"No we missed that and we're waiting for an update."

"Well that storm moved  a hell of  a lot faster  than anyone expected.
It's going to hit the coast just north of here  in about an hour.  How
are you  fixed for  food?   Jane told  me she  was going  shopping for
supplies."

I send Katy to check.   She returns a few minutes later  to tell me we
have plenty of  flour, rolled  oats and powdered  milk, a  dozen eggs,
some tins, but no meat  except the leftovers from  last night and very
few vegies.

I report this  to Mrs Shead,  saying, "Well I  can keep  us full, with
porridge and pancakes it just won't be too nutritious."

"Good enough.   I'd better  let you  go, I'm  sure Katy's  parents are
trying to call.  Bye."

"Bye."

<click><click><ring>

As soon I drop the  receiver into its cradle,  the phone rings shrilly
and I snatch it up again.

"Hello."

"Geoff it's James.  Sorry but  it looks like you are  going to have to
watch the house  and Katy a  little longer.   We're still  in town and
it's bucketing down.  I know  the creeks will already  be up, so we're
going to have to wait out  the storm in the  emergency shelters at the
showgrounds."

"It's O.K. James, everything's  under control here, though  we do have
an extra house guest."

"Who?"

"Lena, she came over to see Katy and we  got so totally shagged in the
dam that we all fell asleep in front of the  telly, by the time one of
us woke up it was too late for her to get across the creek."

"Oh.  Have you taped the windows yet?"

"No."

"Well you better get started, there's a couple of rolls of tape in the
kitchen draw.  tape a cross on each window pane.  It makes it a little


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safer if something breaks  the glass.   Oh, and the  spare battery for
the telly is  down in the  battery room bring  it up and  only use the
telly for the news.  The  Kero's also down there, bring  it up and put
it on the  verandah.  Uh,  Jane want's to  say a few  things, here she
is."

"Geoff," Jane's voice, "I want you to bring the mattresses up from the
van, and sleep on  the floor of the  lounge, it's safer  up there than
down in the van.  I'm sorry you don't have much food."

"It's all right we can manage,  I already worked out  that we can keep
ourselves full with porridge and  pancakes.  I'll make  us up a decent
meal tonight with the tag end  of the roast and  some vegies and after
that we'll just have to eat peasant food."

"O.K. let me speak to the girls."

I hand the phone to Katy,  she and Lena huddle  together and listen to
Jane.

"Uh huh" .. "Sure thing, not  a problem" .. "We will."  .. "Do we have
to" .. "Oh O.K."  .. "Bye mum" "Bye  Mrs O'Conner"  "Here."  to me, as
she hand me back the phone.

"Geoff, we're terribly sorry  this had to happen,  but at least you'll
be more  comfortable  than us  in  the cow  barn  at  the showgrounds,
there's going  to be  two or  three  hundred people  there  before the
storm's over.   Make sure the  girls are in  bed by ten  a the latest,
they're not going to get much sleep but  at least they can be resting.
And make sure they take a shower every night, you've got plenty of hot
water with the stove and  the storm will keep  the tank full." <pause>
"James just reminded  me, you  better lay in  a stock  of wood  on the
veranda, the axe is  in the battery room.   Oh god, I'm  so sorry this
had to happen."

"We'll be fine." I reassure her, "I better go so we can finish getting
ready before it starts to rain."

"OK, Bye"

"Bye"  I hang up and decide my mother  can wait until we have finished
moving things.

"Quick we've got to get the mattresses up from the van, Katy where are
some blankets?  It's going to get rather cold."

"Oh, they're in the lockers in the van."

"O.K. we'll bring them too."

We hurry down to the van and Lena and I take the mattress from Jimmy's
bed, Katy  rummages in  the locker  under  her bed  for  the blankets,
"What's this?" I hear her ask, "Oh!" I look up just in time to see her
stuff something in amongst  the blankets with  a giggle.   We take our
loads up  to  the house  and  dump them  before  returning  for Katy's
mattress and some clothes.  I  look at Lena and  suggest she take some
of Jimmy's as they should be  a near enough fit.  Back  in the house I
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the  battery.  I  head  for  the   woodpile  where  I  begin  chopping
feverishly.

"I think that's enough," Katy's voice  startles me from my trance like
hewing, "Your mother's on the phone.  I told her what happened but she
wants to speak to  you."  I look  around at the pile  of split timber,
there is enough  for over a  week, so I  bury the axe  in the chopping
block and follow Katy up the stairs.

I pick up the phone, "Hi mum."

"Are you going to be right?"

"Yes mum we'll be fine."

"Have you got enough food? Blankets?"

"Yes mum. ev.."

"What about wood?" she interrupts.

"Yes mum we were  just about to stack  what I've cut  on the verandah.
God mum  your worse  than  Jane and  Mrs  Shead, it's  their  kids I'm
looking after, I'm an adult I can look after myself."

"Are you sure?"

"Shit mum, I'm sure.  Look  I've got to go if we  are to get this wood
in before the storm breaks.  I'll talk to you later.  Bye."  I hang up
before she has a chance to say anything else.

"Quick you two, we'd  better get that wood  in." I say.   Ignoring the
shrilling telephone we  head for  the stairs.   Outside  it is  now so
dark, that I can barely see  to the far side of the  dam.  As the door
slams behind us the  first fat drops of  rain begin to slant  in.  Not
wanting my only change of clothes to get  wet, I strip off and descend
into the rapidly  worsening rain naked.   Suddenly there  are two bare
nymphs beside me, I load their arms with stacks of wood and then mine,
we ascend  the  stairs  to  dump our  loads  and  then  return  to the
woodpile, back and forth we go  until the last of the  wood lies in an
untidy heap on the verandah.   On the last trip I  wrench the axe from
the block and carry it up to set it beside the  door.  We stand on the
stairs to let the stinging rain wash  the wood dust and splinters from
our bodies.

Suddenly there is a tearing crash  and the distended undersides of the
clouds are  momentarily  revealed  as an  enormous  bolt  of lightning
descends somewhere nearby,  a rapidly  approaching hissing roar builds
up and we look across to  where the trees are  whipping back and forth
in the rising wind.   Suddenly they  disappear behind a  wall of white
that is marching towards us.  We  retreat under the verandah and watch
in awe, as hailstones, as big as golf balls, thud into the turf at the
bottom of the stairs.  Immediately a boiler shop clangour starts up as
the hail hammers the roof and speech becomes impossible.

It is then that I  notice the two shivering  bodies pressed up against
my sides.   I draw  them inside and  collecting towels  we dry  off in
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Chapter 5             - IN LOCO PARENTIS.



Outside, the hail has ceased and the rain is a steady roar on the iron
of the  roof,  punctuated  by the  repeated  crashing  of  thunder and
lightning.

"I'm hungry." the naked nymph beside me complains.

I look down at Katy, "What do you want to eat?" I ask.

"You," she replies with a grin, "but food first."

"O.K. how about you two get some vegies ready for me to cook?"

Katy and Lena peel a few  spuds and carrots while I  set some water to
boil.  I chuck the vegies in the water  and scrounging about, I find a
few slices of ham in the fridge and a couple  of apples.  I give these
to the girls, saying, "Here,  this'll keep you going  till dinner."  I
make some tea, and we move into the lounge.

In the lounge  we lay a  couple of towels  on the couch  and cuddle up
together under a blanket.  Wrapping my  arms about their tiny waists I
tuck my fingers into  two warm little slots  and rub gently, eliciting
little sighs of pleasure.  When  I remove a hand to  reach for my cup,
Katy pushes it back  into place, and taking  up my cup holds  it to my
lips.  Lena ups the ante  by taking a bite from  her apple and pulling
my head down to hers pushes it between my  lips with her tongue.  Katy
responds by taking a mouthful from my cup and giving it to me the same
way.

When they have finished I reward my  harem of two.  Extricating myself
from between  the  girls  I  lift  Katy  to  sit  upon  Lena's stomach
arranging them so that  their cunnies form one  long continuous crack.
Kneeling between their legs I lick from bottom to top pausing to spear
my tongue into each of their tight  holes. Bringing my hands into play
I work two fingers  of my right hand  in and out of  Lena's vagina and
masturbate Katy's  clit like  a little  cock.     Between my  hands my
tongue alternates between flicking at Lena's  clit and plunging in and
out of Katy's  tight sheath,  occasionally moving  up to  deposit more
moisture on Katy's engorged shaft.

Their breathing quickly becomes  more rapid and they  are soon moaning
into each other's mouths as they duel with their tongues over my head.
Unlike previous occasions,  I do  not intensify  my attack  upon their


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genitals but  maintain a  slow,  firm stimulation  of  their conjoined
cunts. Katy is the first to cum, in short, rapid, squeaking gasps, her
head lolling from  side to  side on Lena's  shoulder her  hips jerking
back and  forth on  my tongue,  which  is fucking  in and  out  of her
spasming vagina.  Below, I slowly work my fingers in and out of Lena's
constricted passage.

As Katy  comes down  from  her climax  I  shift my  tongue  to flicker
rapidly over  Lena's clitoris,  while not  the oversized  monster that
Katy's is, I am able to draw it between  my lips and flutter my tongue
over the  tip,  my  touch  not  much  firmer  than  the  caress  of  a
butterfly's wings.   Seconds later Lena  cums, giving voice  to a long
continuous moan her vagina contracting tightly upon my fingers.

When Lena's climax has subsided Katy  pulls my fingers free and avidly
sucks them into  her mouth  licking them  clean.   Lena takes  my face
between her hands and draws  me upwards to lick  Katy's juices from my
lips and cheeks.   Standing up, my  erect cock bobs  before their eyes
and I allow first Lena, then Katy to suck on it for a few seconds each
before going to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

Returning to the  lounge with  our meal  I find  Katy and  Lena locked
together in a  languorous 69.   I set  our plates  down on  the coffee
table, signalling silence to  Lena I slide  the cold handle  of one of
the knives  into Katy's  vagina and  she  separates from  Lena  with a
squeal.

Rounding on me she vows, "I'm gonna get you for that."

I just smile benignly and inform her, "Dinner is ready.  I thought you
were hungry."

Lena and I move  the table closer to  the couch and  sitting down tuck
into our meals, a  few seconds later  a frowning Katy  grins and joins
us.

Mumbling around  a  mouthful of  food  Katy says,  "That  was  a dirty
trick."

"What have I told you about talking with your mouth full?" I ask.

Katy laughs, and Lena and I pound her on the  back as she chokes.  She
then collapses  into  helpless giggles  which  Lena and  I  prolong by
digging her in  the ribs  whenever she begins  to recover,  finally we
relent and she is able to sit up, tears streaming down her cheeks.

We quickly finish our meal, carry our plates into the kitchen and dump
them in  the sink.   Back  in the  lounge, Katy  pipes up,  "You still
haven't fucked us today."

"Well come here little girl, I've got a present for you."

"For me?"  she asks  with her  hand held  dramatically to  her breast.
"What is  it?   This  little thing?",  she  gives my  flaccid  prick a
contemptuous flick.

"Well if that's the way you feel about it."   I say, pushing her aside
I turn to Lena, "I'm sure Lena would like to have it."


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"Oooh, yes please."  Lena squeals, playing  along.  Taking  me in hand
and kneeling before  me, she  asks, "Can I  please lick  your lollipop
mister?"  Not  waiting for an  answer she vacuums  my hardening member
into her warm oral cavity.   The action of  her flickering tongue soon
has my growing prick forcing her head back  but a quick swallow has my
hair tickling her nostrils once again.

"Oooh!", an angry Katy stamps her foot beside me.

"Well you didn't  seem to want  it." I tease  her.   "Have you changed
your mind?"

"NO!", with another stamp of her foot she turns her back on us.

I lean over and wrapping my hands around her  tiny waist I pick up her
rigid body and  blow a  zoober on her  cute behind.   She  squirms but
remains silent.   I turn her  in my hands  and lick the  length of her
crack, rasping  my  tongue  over her  clit.    Her  expression becomes
strained as she tries to maintain  her angry, disinterested facade.  A
zoober to her belly button causes her to  crack, and she pulls my head
into her crotch with a giggle.

"Put your legs over  my shoulders an sit  on them."  I  tell her.  She
lifts her feet past my ears and settles herself with her cunny pressed
to my chin.  I guide  her body back until she  hangs from my shoulders
her head beside Lena's.   Using my  fingers I separate  her pussy lips
and dip my  tongue into  her tiny opening,  I then  strain forwards to
drag the tip over her clit.  I  find this arrangement a little awkward
so I pull my prick from Lena's lips and  move to the couch and lifting
Katy clear of my neck, lie down with  my head and shoulders propped up
on the arm.   Katy makes a giggling  lunge at my cock,  but I restrain
her allowing  Lena to  kneel beside  me and  resume her  oral assault.
Katy pouts but soon melts when  I lie her on my  chest her cunt within
easy reach of my questing tongue.

Lena has taken Katy's instruction to heart and determined not to bring
me off too  soon, alternates her  incredible tongue  and throat action
with a gentle nursing on my engorged shaft.   On my chest Katy reaches
between her legs and stretches her pussy  lips wide apart.  Taking the
hint I push my tongue out  and jam it as deep  into her vaginal cavity
as I can,   I wriggle it about  and she rotates her  hips, mashing her
cunt harder against  my mouth.   Placing my  hands under  her behind I
lift her slightly and separate her  cheeks with my thumbs, withdrawing
my tongue from her clinging vagina I drop  it a little lower and press
it against her anus wetting it with a generous coating of saliva.

Taking one of  my hands from  beneath her I  insert my  thumb into her
rippling cunt, withdraw it coated with her oily secretions and sliding
it back beneath her, I press the tip  against her puckered opening.  I
lift my lips to her engorged clit and draw it between them, Katy gasps
and humps her hips at me forcing the tip  of my thumb into her rectum.
I suck  hard on  her clit  flicking  my tongue  back a  forth  over it
savagely and she cums  hard, grunting and squealing  like a stuck pig.
Her movements force  my thumb  the rest of  the way  into the clinging
depths of her arsehole.  I continue to  assail her clit with my tongue
twisting my thumb within her rectum withdrawing it and driving it back
home, two more strokes in her rear and she cums again.


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Releasing her clit from  between my lips I  move my other  hand to her
vagina and slip a finger inside, massaging  all over the inside of her
sheath.  I notice a heightened response  in the area towards the front
of her body, concentrating  on this area I  press harder, suddenly her
body snaps rigid, her back arching alarmingly.  I remove my finger and
thumb from her  cavities, and  she slowly subsides  with a  sigh to my
chest.  Noticing that Lena has abandoned my dick I look towards her.

"Jeezuss what did you do to her?" She asks.

"I'm not quite sure," I respond with an evil grin, "but you're next."

Katy stirs on top  of me, struggling  into a sitting  position.  "What
the fuck did you do?" she gasps.

"Did you like it?"

"Oh god, if it'd been any better I think it would have killed me."

"That good huh?"

"You have no fucking idea, it was like a bomb went off inside me."

"Can you get  off me?   I need to  clean up a  bit."  I  say waving my
thumb under her nose.

"Phew!", Katy jerks her head back and crawls off me, collapsing on the
couch between my feet.

I go and clean up, returning with a couple of cloths and a bowl of hot
water, which I set aside.

Trying on my best evil leer, I turn on Lena, "Your turn little girl."

With a mock  squeal of  fear, Lena  curls up  in a  ball on  the couch
hiding her face,  "Please don't  hurt me  mister."   she squeaks  in a
little girl voice.

Katy and I pounce on her, taking an end each we pull her body straight
and dump her on  the double mattress.   As soon as we  release her she
curls back up, uttering mock whimpers which turn into giggles.

We pull Lena straight again and  Katy plops down, straddling her face,
saying, "I want to see how you do this.  Can I help?"

"Well you can start by letting her breathe." I say, pushing her back a
little.  "Here hold these."  I lift Lena's legs and Katy put her hands
behind the knees and pulls them back tightly.

Turning my  attention  to Lena's  exposed  genitals I  pull  her labia
apart, stretching them wide  and deposit a long  rasping lick from her
tail bone to  her clit then  purse my lips  and suck hard  on her love
button eliciting a moan  of pleasure.  Releasing  her clitoris from my
grasp, I stiffen my  tongue and spear  it deep into  her vagina laving
every square millimetre I can reach.   I tongue fuck her upturned cunt
for a while  before shifting to  her back door,  licking tight circles
around her puckered  opening.   I rim her  arsehole for  a few seconds


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then force my tongue up  inside her loosening and  oiling up her tight
rear passage.  Dipping two fingers into her  cunt, I slide them in and
out a few  times then trail  them back to  press one  hard against her
rear opening, slowly  it slips smoothly  inside, once it  is buried to
the last knuckle I withdraw then slowly reinsert it.  I slip it in and
out until her bowels  loosen enough for  me to start  working a second
finger inside.

Katy  leans  forwards,  and  fastens  her  lips  over  Lena's  swollen
clitoris, sucking and licking  furiously.  Once my  fingers are moving
freely within Lena's butt  I press two  fingers of my  other hand into
her vagina  and start  moving them  in and  out, syncopating  with the
fingers in her  arsehole, rubbing  my fingertips together  through the
thin tissue separating  her passages.   Thirty seconds  of this triple
assault has Lena's moans rising to a wail as she cums and cums again.

Turning my  hand over,  I firmly  massage  the forward  surface inside
Lena's vagina, continuing  to move my  fingers in  counterpoint to the
ones in her arse.   Seconds later it  happens, Katy is  thrown back as
Lena's body unfolds and she all but stands on  her head.  My hands are
drenched as fluids  bubble from  her vagina flowing  down to  coat her
belly and arse cheeks.

"Wow!" Katy says from  where she is  pushing herself back  up onto her
knees.

I  remove  my  fingers  and  catch   Lena's  collapsing  body,  gently
supporting it  whilst  I  lick  Lena's  intoxicating  juices  from her
backside and cunt before  lowering her to  the mattress.   As I follow
the rivulets  onto Lena's  belly I  am roughly  pushed aside  and Katy
slurps up all that remains.

I lick my hand  clean then wet a  cloth and clean the  other.  Wetting
the second  cloth I  return to  where  Lena is  slowly  recovering and
pushing Katy aside I wipe Lena clean.

A few seconds later  Lena's eyes flicker open  and she whispers, "Wow,
that was awesome."

Sitting beside her, I lift her head to one shoulder and pull Katy down
to the other.  Kissing  their foreheads and eyelids  I whisper my love
to them and they murmur similar sentiments back.

A minute or two later Lena  lifts her head and says  to Katy, "A bomb?
That was more like a supernova."

"What's that?" she asks.

"An exploding star." I explain.

"Oh!"

Our attention is turned to  the storm raging outside  when we feel the
house shudder  as  a nearby  tree  topples with  a  splintering crash.
Wrapping blankets about our  shoulders we step out  onto the verandah,
which is  now  sheltered  from the  storm.    We  stand  there huddled
together gazing out  at the fury  of Cyclone  Katherine, the incessant
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impossible.  Although the sun won't set  for another hour it is almost
dark and we can barely see the trees on the far  side of the dam.  The
wind is  whipping  their  branches about  furiously  and  we  hear the
occasional crack as the strain becomes too much and a branch gives way
before nature's onslaught.

A sudden string of lightning flashes,  freezes the motion of the trees
into a series of  surrealistic still lives.   The thunder that follows
blends into single tearing crescendo of noise, like the very fabric of
the universe  was  being  torn asunder.    The  gods  are  truly angry
tonight.   Beside me  the girls  shudder  and press  in tighter  to my
sides.

Turning we go inside into the warmth of  the kitchen, where I stoke up
the fire and make hot drinks.   Taking a seat before  the fire I place
my arms  about their  waists  I pull  the  girls down  onto  my knees.
Silently we sit sipping our drinks, listening to the barely muted fury
of the storm, the rain drumming on the roof, the rattling windows, and
the wind howling under the eaves.

Our drinks finished,  I dip  my hands between  warm thighs  and tickle
their clits. "Ready for that fuck?" I ask.

With cries of joy, the girls bounce off my  knees and taking me by the
hands they tow me  into the lounge and  drag me down  to the mattress.
Together they push  me onto  my back and  descend on  my groin.   Katy
beats Lena by a  nose and inhales  my semi-hard member  into her mouth
and sucks on it like a baby.  Lena  'harumphs' and proceeds to suck my
balls, one then  the other,  between her lips  and rolling  them about
with her  tongue.   Half  a minute  later  Lena nudges  Katy  and they
exchange places.  Their  joint oral attentions soon  have me rarin' to
go.

Gently separating them from my genitals, I ask, "Who's first?"

"Me!" they chorus.

Katy glares at Lena, "He's my boyfriend!"

"But he hasn't fucked me at all yet." Lena protests, cuddling up to my
side, rubbing her breasts and pussy against me.

"I think maybe Katy should be first." I say. Turning to kiss a pouting
Lena's cheek, I  whisper, "I  last longer the  second time."   Parting
from her with a soft, lingering  kiss I sit up, turn  to Katy and ask,
"How do you want to do this?"

Katy voices a squeal of delight  and pulls me to  my feet, dragging me
to the  couch,  she  shoves the  coffee  table  aside  and  pushing me
backwards, leaping astride  me she  wraps her arms  about my  neck and
bounces up and down, rubbing her clit  and pussy along the full length
of my iron hard penis. "I  Wanna fuck you like  this." she informs me,
plastering kisses all over my face.

"What if you  turn around?"   I ask,  "That way  I can  play with your
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"And she can lick and kiss us there too!"   Katy adds with a delighted
squeal.

Lena, sitting  beside us  on the  couch,  now slips  to the  floor and
kneels between my feet as I lift and turn Katy, setting her down on my
stomach with my cock pressing up between her parted pussy lips.

Looking down, Katy giggles and wraps her hand around my rod, waving it
about she says, "Look Lena I'm a boy, do you want to suck me off?"

"O.K." Lena  giggles,  leaning  forwards  she  engulfs  my  prick  and
swallows, her lips  descending to the  root, Katy  squirming as Lena's
nose drags over her clit.   Releasing my cock with  a slurp Lena licks
the length of Katy's  already saturated crack and  sits back with shit
eating grin.

I wrap my hands around Katy's tiny waist and lift her to her knees, my
cock drags along her slit before  slapping against my belly.  Reaching
beneath Katy,  Lena takes  my cock  and  holds it  pointing  at Katy's
dripping orifice.  I lower  Katy until the head  of my prick separates
her labia then  hold her  there, squirming  in my  grasp she  tries to
force herself lower.   Grinning  Lena rubs my  glans in  small circles
coating it liberally  with Katy's  juices and causing  her to  moan in
frustration.   When Katy's hips begin  to buck uncontrollably I nod to
Lena, who steadies my  prick, and lower  Katy onto it.   Grunting, she
rotates her hips  from side  to side, forcing  herself lower  until my
cock bumps against her cervix.

Lena stares in  disbelief at  where Katy sits  impaled on  my two inch
thick cock, the lips  of her pussy  stretched so tightly  they are all
but invisible and nearly two inches  of cock still separates Katy from
my lap.  "Doesn't that hurt?" she asks Katy anxiously.

"No, It feels great."

Lena leans forward and runs  the tip of her  tongue about the junction
of our bodies, collecting stray droplets  of Katy's juices, then wraps
her lips  around a  clit that  protrudes prominently  from the  top of
Katy's almost non-existent crack.  Katy grasps the back of Lena's head
and forces it hard against  her groin.  Lena  responds by sucking hard
and fluttering her tongue.   Katy throws her  head back and  moans,  I
dip my head and  bite gently on her  vibrating larynx.   Moving a hand
underneath her I tickle her tight little pucker and she jerks upwards,
the sensations of  my cock  slipping in her  pussy causes  her to lift
upwards, her sheath so tight  it almost pulls inside  out as she rises
till only the head of my prick remains inside her.

I lift my hands  to her tiny nipples  and circle them  with my fingers
until they stand  to attention, she  gasps and slowly  sinks back down
onto my cock, as  I grip her  protruding nubbins between  my thumb and
forefinger and pull  them away  from her body.   She  lifts herself as
soon as  she bottoms  out, her  motions becoming  faster, as  her cunt
stretches and loosens its  grip on me, until  she is bouncing rapidly,
up and down.

Lena is  unable to  maintain her  liplock on  Katy's clitoris,  so she
satisfies herself by licking at anything she can reach.  I slip a hand
down over  Katy's  taught tummy  to  take over  stimulating  her clit,


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flicking and pulling it.  A minute later her body stiffens and I pinch
her nipple and clit between  my fingertips as the  muscles of her cunt
ripple and squeeze along  the length of my  impaling member, screaming
in ecstasy, her voice  rising above the howling  storm.  Moments later
she collapses, her weight forcing her downwards until her cervix snaps
over the head of my cock,  and she cums again as my  cock is buried to
the hilt in her silken sheath.  Releasing the pressure of my fingers I
gently stroke her clit and nipple until  her orgasm subsides.  Lena is
sitting back on  her heels,  staring at where  my cock  has completely
disappeared within her  friend, her mouth  gaping and  her eyes almost
falling out of her head.

"Close your mouth or you'll catch a fly." I tell her.

She blinks,  and  her jaw  snaps  shut, with  a  trembling  finger she
indicates a point  just below  Katy's navel, "It's  gotta be  right up
there." and her jaw drops once more.

Katy leans forward and  look at the  point where our  bodies meet, she
giggles and declares proudly, "He's got it right up inside my womb."

"Wow, does it hurt?"

"A little bit when  it goes in I  guess, but it feels  good now," Katy
replies, "and it makes me feel stuffed full."

"No shit?" I say, "Now I'm gonna really fuck you."  Returning my hands
to her  waist I  lift her  upwards until  my prick  snaps free  of the
confines of her  womb them pull  her downwards,  slowly forcing myself
back inside.   I fuck  only the neck  of her  uterus until  it loosens
enough for me to easily slip through it then lengthen my strokes until
I am lifting her up and down over the full length of my cock.

Katy's fingers are busy on her clit,  "Harder," she tells me, "fuck me
harder."  I comply, lifting my hips towards the bottom of each stroke,
jabbing my prick  through her relaxed  cervix.   Her breathing becomes
ragged, "Fuck me ... Ah, fuck me , fuck .. fuck ... harder, FUCK MEEE,
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, HARD...., OH  FUCK, FUCK, FUCK .."  she screams.  By
this time, I'm  slamming her up  and down in  my lap and  my balls are
slapping against her fingers as I thrust my hips upwards.

Suddenly she grabs my balls and squeezes  them as she arches her back,
almost pulling herself free of my cock.  Her head is thrown back on my
shoulder and  she screams  in  my ear  as  we cum  together,  her body
jerking in my grasp and me pumping jet  after jet of creamy sperm just
inside the entrance of  her vagina.  As  my spasms turn  to dry heaves
she relaxes and falls to one side spent and  I gently lower her to the
cushions beside me.

Lena dives  for  my shrinking  cock,  sucking it  into  her  mouth and
licking it clean of every drop of sperm and cunt cream, then doing the
same for my balls and pubes.  Satisfied  that she has found every last
dribble she turns  to where Katy  sits hunched over,  looking into her
drooling cunny, scooping up our combined  spend and transferring it to
her mouth.

I notice  that her  nose is  only  a few  inches from  her  crotch and
jokingly say, "Why don't you just lick it straight out?"


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Katy, however, takes my words seriously  and forces her legs under her
arms, then placing her  hands on the  base of her  spine pulls herself
forwards until she is able to stretch her tongue out and lick from her
clit to her perineum.

"Oh wow! That looks so hot."  Lena gasps.

"You're telling me?" I say drawing her  hand to my crotch, where Woody
has risen instantly to  attention, as I stare  at the incredible sight
of Katy performing cunnilingus on herself.

Lena and I  crowd in  close to  stare in  wonderment at  Katy's tongue
lapping the  full length  of her  crack.   It  only takes  Katy  a few
minutes to  get  herself  off this  way  and  she  cums,  grunting and
squealing into her own cunt.  I lick up the one dribble of cum she was
unable to reach  from her  arsehole and crack  then help  her untangle
herself and lay her flat.

Katy grins up at me and  says, "That was fun, but I  wish I could suck
my clit too."

"Greedy," I  say,  giving it  a  tweak,  "a bit  of  practice  and you
probably will."

Lena tugs on my cock impatiently, "My turn." she informs me, towing me
over to the mattress,  where she lies  down, legs spread  wide.  "Fuck
me!" she pleads.

I take a  position kneeling  between her  widely separated  ankles and
lean forwards  to sink  my tongue  between  her inflamed  labia.   One
stroke of my tongue  tells me that she  is more than  ready, her vulva
literally overflowing with sweet lubricating fluids.  Unable to resist
such a tasty treat, I fasten my lips to hers and greedily suck as much
of her sweet nectar  into my mouth as  I can.  Flicking  my tongue all
over the area between her thighs, I tease her until she draw her knees
up and bucks her hips at me.

Seizing my head in  a death grip,  she grinds her  pussy with bruising
force against my  face.   Then transferring  her grip  to my  ears she
drags me upwards  over her  body until  she is  breathing in  my face.
"Fuck - me  - now."  she menaces me,  carefully enunciating  each word
between clenched teeth.

Wincing I disengage her hands from my  ears and reach down between our
bodies.  Taking my twitching  member in hand I  drag the glans between
her puffy  lips,  rubbing  it  in  small  teasing  circles  about  her
throbbing clit, then, maintaining my grip just behind the head, I slip
the first two inches of my  penis in and out  of the clasping confines
of her  overheated vagina.    She lifts  her  hips clear  of  the bed,
bumping and grinding her pubic mound against  the side of my fist, but
she is unable to increase the depth of my penetration.

Moments later I feel  her hand snake  between us and  her fingers wrap
around my dangling balls.  She hisses into my  face, "I - said - 'fuck
- me -  now'."   I wince as  she punctuates  each word  with a warning
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Carefully, I extricate  my shrinking gonads  from her  fingers and pin
her hands beneath mine above her  head before slowly sinking myself to
the hilt in  her warm embrace  of her satiny  depths.   Lena exhales a
contented sigh  and  rocks  her hips  beneath  me,  abrading  her clit
against my pubic bone.

I match the speed of my strokes  to her rapidly quickening breaths and
it is only a matter of seconds before I  am driving the full length of
my shaft between her clinging labia and her voice rises, howling above
the storm.  The  muscles of her  clinging sheath rippling  up and down
the length of my intruding member as she climaxes, twisting beneath my
pounding hips.   As her  convulsions subside I  release her  hands and
lift her knees to her shoulders, telling her to hold them there.

I Look down between our bodies and watch myself sink into her upturned
hole, feeling every fold  and ripple of her  enveloping sheath as they
slide past the sensitive rim of my engorged cock head.  As I withdraw,
her wine red labia grip my  glistening shaft, stretching obscenely, as
if reluctant  to release  me from  their  embrace.   I ream  her tight
little cunt, alternating  fast jackhammer blows  with long, languorous
strokes until once again her  breath comes hard and  fast.  Tilting my
head downwards, I  probe between  her parted lips  with my  tongue.  A
knee presses into my  shoulder as her  hand snakes around  my neck and
pulls me closer,  sucking avidly  on my  tongue.   A minute  later she
stiffens beneath  me and  moans into  my mouth  as her  cunt contracts
about my plunging staff.

"NOooo...",  Lena  cries  as  I  lift  myself  from  her,  withdrawing
completely from her body.   Her anguish  is short-lived as  I roll her
onto her face  and lifting her  to her knees,  I plunge  into her body
from behind.   Immediately beginning  with deep pounding  strokes, her
buttocks slapping against  my belly  as I  unrelentingly slam  my hips
back and forth.  My movements  become even more frenzied  as I feel my
balls tighten,  then empty  themselves  in long,  burning  spasms deep
inside Lena.   I can  feel that she  is close  so I  continue to pound
though my orgasm, whipping our combined  juices to a froth which coats
our legs.  I reach beneath  her and massage her  clit and I'm rewarded
as she cums, screaming into the mattress.

Katy gives  us scant  time to  recover before  she dives  beneath our,
still joined, loins  and begins lapping  at the spillover  of our love
making.  I pull back and  grin down at the  outraged expression on her
face, which is now  liberally coated with the  juices that spilled out
when I unplugged Lena's  vagina.  Katy  grins back at  me then applies
her mouth to Lena's vacated orifice  to lap up the  remainder.  I move
around to  Lena's head,  where I  offer  my bespattered  groin  to her
eagerly waiting mouth.

Temporarily sated the girls  retire to the  couch while I  turn on the
television, unfortunately  the  lightning is  ruining  reception  so I
flick it  back off.   I  turn  to see  Katy rooting  around  under the
mattress looking for  something, moments  later she  backs out  with a
small glossy magazine in her hand.

"Look what  I found  under the  blankets  in the  caravan."  she says,
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Lena looks  the plain  cover over  and comments,  "Yeah, so  what's so
special about a magazine."

"Look at this  then." Katy says  and turn the  page to  reveal the cum
spattered visage adorning the inside cover.

"Oh! lemme see!"

I snatch the magazine  from Katy's hand and  hold it up  out of reach.
"Little girls  shouldn't read  things  like this,  it'll  corrupt your
morals."  I inform them sententiously.

"Oh, and fucking us won't?" is Katy's rejoinder.

"Good point," I say, "Let's see if this gives us any ideas."

I seat myself  between them and  open the magazine  on my  lap and the
girls peer eagerly  from under  my arms.   I flick  slowly through the
pages paying more attention  to the girl's comments  than the contents
of the magazine.

Their first comment, "Oooh it's big." is so predictable that I have to
laugh, I then  crack up  completely as  they turn  identical quizzical
looks on me.

When I recover the power of speech,  I explain, "I laughed because you
said what every body says, the first  time they look at something like
this."

"What do you mean?" Katy asks.

"Well the people  who make  these magazines  choose blokes  who either
have big dicks or shoot  large amounts of sperm.   The average bloke's
dick is about five and a half inches long.  I just cracked up when you
said 'Oooh it's big.'."

"Oh. Turn the page please."

I continue,  slowly flicking  through  the pages,  listening  to their
gasps and  giggles until  Lena's "Oh  gross!" causes  me to  look more
closely at the  page where a  grossly deformed stud  has his oversized
member stuffed in the  arse of a  cute blonde while  another fills her
mouth.

"Wouldn't that hurt?" Katy asks.

"A little bit at first, but  you soon get used to  it." I inform them.
"Men like to  fuck a girl  in the arse  because it  feels even tighter
than a  pussy.   And  you  can't get  pregnant  that way."    A sudden
horrifying thought springs  into my  mind and  I break  out in  a cold
sweat.

"Lena," I ask, "when was your last period?"

"About a week ago.  Why?" she replies, as I heave a sigh of relief.

"Because he doesn't want to  get you pregnant stupid.   Don't you know
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"Pregnant? How?"

"Oh Shit!"  I  groan,  and  launch  into  procreation  101,  with Katy
interjecting the odd comment or two.

"So if  you  fucked  me next  week  and  came inside  me  I  could get
pregnant, right?"  Lena  asks  making  sure  that  she  has everything
straight.

"That's right." I say.

"But it's O.K. if you fuck me now?"

"It should be," I reply,  "but I better pull out from now on."

"You don't have to tonight, because if I'm gonna get pregnant tonight,
I already am.  I'll just blame Mum for not  telling me about sex, if I
am."

"But who will you blame for doing the deed?"  I ask.

"Oh, I'll say I did it at the party I was at, a couple of days ago and
I don't want to get the boy into trouble when it was my idea to fuck."

"Well from now on,  be careful and make  Jimmy wear a  condom next and
every time you fuck him, HE won't pull out."

"But we don't have any." Lena wails.

"It's O.K. I'll go shopping with Mum and  get you some, but until then
you stick to sucking him off."

"Or you can let him fuck you in the arse." adds Katy.

"Yuck!"

"I reckon it's  cool, if  it feels anything  like when  Geoff licks my
arse and puts his fingers in I'd like it.  And if it stops you getting
pregnant it's even better."

I interject, "If you  are going to try  it with him,  you'd better use
this as  an instruction  manual, or  he'll be  the one  that's grossed
out."

"Well maybe, but I still think it's dirty."

"So, wash  his  cock after  you've  finished."   Katy  instructs Lena.
"let's get on with the magazine."

We return our attention to  the magazine, and two  pages later we come
to the first cum shots and the girls 'oohs' and 'ahs' set me chortling
again.  Finally they  let me turn the  page and the title  of the next
photo set catches  my eye;  I wonder how  they will  react to 'Pissin'
Cousins'.

The pictures are pretty normal until  we get to one  where the girl is
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piss flaps apart  and a  golden stream arches  from her  cunt onto her
'sister's' face.

I look up, at the girls twin gasps and look between Lena's shocked and
Katy's speculative expressions.  Simultaneously we are reminded of our
own bladders which we have ignored since before the storm broke.

"Oh god, I need a pee."  Katy tells us.

"Me too.  What are we going to do?   The thunderbox is outside."  Lena
wails.

"Well I need  to go too,  but I can  just piddle  through the verandah
rails."

"Why don't we use the bath?  Do you think we could do that?" Katy asks
in a  small  voice, pointing  at  the picture  that  set  our bladders
clamouring for attention.

"What, you  want  me  to  fuck  you up  the  arse?"    I  query, being
deliberately obtuse.

"No, pissing  on each  other."  Katy replies,  exasperated,  "Though I
might let you fuck my arse later, it  feels pretty good when you stick
your finger in."

"O.K." I reply, "let's go."  I pull Katy  to her feet and throwing her
over my shoulder I carry her into the bathroom and set her down beside
the bath.

"You're not!" Lena  exclaims following  us.  "Oh  god, you  really ARE
going to do it."  She looks on in horrified fascination as Katy pushes
me at the bath.

"I want to go first." she informs me.

I climb  into the  bath and  sit  down, Katy  climbs in  after  me and
straddles my legs.  I lift my hands to Katy's hips and tease her labia
apart with my  thumbs, looking carefully  into her open  vulva, I soon
see the skin around her urethra bulge before her sphincter opens and a
pale golden stream emerges.  The first  splash catches me in the chest
and Katy quickly tilts her hips until she is pissing on my dick, which
rapidly hardens. As  her flow  begins to slacken  I close  my eyes and
move my face into the path of her warm pee, I let a little bit trickle
into my mouth and deciding that I can live  with the taste, I clamp my
mouth over  her  spurting pee  hole  and swallow  the  last  couple of
spurts.  I then close my  lips about Katy's stiff  clit and suck hard,
she cums immediately and I have  to hold her body  upright as her legs
give way beneath her.

"Oh god, pissing like that made me feel so hot, and when you sucked my
clit, it just sent me right over the edge."  says Katy.

"It looks like  Lena's pretty hot  herself."  I  nod to  where Lena is
staring at us bug-eyed, her fingers busily mauling her clit.

"Hey Lena, do you want to piss on him?"   Katy asks, stepping back out
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Lena nods and begins to  advance slowly on the  bath, her fingers busy
all the while.  Finally  she steps into the  bath, taking Katy's place
before me.   I gently  extract her fingers  from between  her legs and
lick them clean, then  placing my hands on  her hips I look  up at her
"Ready?".  She  nods and a  look of intense  concentration crosses her
face.

I peer  into her  concealing folds  and  watch her  urethra  bulge and
release a golden cascade to  pound upon Woody's rearing  head.  I open
my mouth and move beneath Lena until she  is pissing in my open mouth,
her taste is different to  Katy's, a little more  mature, I guess it's
due her higher level of hormones.  I swallow  some but let most of her
stream spill out over my cheeks  and down the back of  my neck.  Above
me the expression on Lena's face is  an incredible mixture of lust and
shock as she watches her pee whip the contents of my mouth to a froth.
Her flow eventually slows down and stops  with a few final spurts into
my waiting mouth, I swallow  one last time and  lick the last clinging
droplets of urine  away before applying  my tongue more  firmly to the
rest of her dripping genitals.

My tastebuds  are  rewarded  with the  sweet  taste  of  Lena's sexual
fluids; like Katy, it does not take much to send Lena over the edge in
a shuddering orgasm, her sweet, ambrosial ejaculate fills my mouth and
I roll it about  on my tongue,  savouring the flavour  and washing the
acrid taste of her pee from my mouth.  Lena's legs give way and unable
to support her weight I guide  her down onto my lap  and press my lips
to hers, eagerly  she twines  her tongue around  mine as  we share her
spend between us, oblivious to all about us.

We are brought back to earth as something  hard slides between us:  An
impatient Katy has  picked up  a broom from  the corner  and is making
motions as if to  pry us apart with  the handle.   Giggling Lena takes
hold of it and pushes it to one side, with a quick kiss on my lips she
scrambles to her feet and pulls me up after her.  "Are you ready?" she
asks Katy.

I step out of the bath and pick up an eagerly nodding Katy, pausing to
plant a kiss on  her lips I  lift her into  the bath.   Katy licks her
lips and  then  glares at  both  of us.    "Pigs!   You  drank  it all
yourselves."  she accuses us.

A slightly nervous Lena asks, "How are you going to do both of us?"

I answer by guiding  them into a  half reclining position  in the tub,
with their legs  scissored and their  pussies pressed  up against each
other.  Katy gives an experimental  wiggle and Lena moans in response,
I look down  at their  squirming bodies and  then at  Woody who stands
arching proudly over them, as if to see better.

"Damn I'm not going to be able to do anything  with him like this."  I
say, bending Woody  downwards then  releasing him  to slap  against my
belly. "I'll be right back."   Leaving the bathroom I  go and stand on
the stairs in the freezing rain.  Thirty seconds of this treatment and
Woody retreats defeated  and I  can return to  the bathroom  where the
girls are slowly  grinding their  pelvis's together.   They  notice my
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"Oh! Where did he go?"  Katy asks.

I follow Katy's gaze  to my groin:  Woody's retreat has  turned into a
full fledged rout and  barely enough of him  remains for my fingertips
to grip.  "Oh, he's just  a little cold.  Do I  have any volunteers to
help warm him up later?"

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Ready?" I  ask,  taking  aim  at  their  conjoined  crotches.   Their
simultaneous nods give me the go ahead and I release my pent up stream
upon them.   My  aim is  perfect  and Katy's  clit vibrates  under the
assault,  immediately their hips begin  moving again, this time with a
frantic urgency.  Katy's tightly closed  eyes and wide open mouth give
me another aiming point and  I sweep my golden  fountain the length of
her body to  fill her mouth  and give her  face a glistening  coat.  I
quickly return  to where  they each  have  a hand  working frantically
between their legs and then onwards  over Lena's rippling belly to her
quivering breasts, I slow my  advance but Lena gives  no sign that she
wants me  to  stop, though  her  mouth remains  closed.    Feeling the
pressure in  my bladder  begin to  slacken  I quickly  spray  her face
before expelling the last of my stream on Katy's jerking fingers.

The final spurts are enough to bring her to climax and she screams out
her pleasure.  Quickly reversing herself  she pushes Lena's hand aside
and applies her lips  and tongue to Lena's  pussy.  I  have to support
Lena's head, to prevent  her from braining  herself on the  rim of the
bath as  Katy's  munching  has  her  jerking  uncontrollably.   Thirty
seconds later  it is  her turn  to  be rewarded  with  Lena's glorious
spend.

Katy does not relax her liplock  until Lena's convulsions subside, she
then lifts her head to face  me, opening her mouth  she swirls a milky
pool with her  tongue before making  a production of  gulping it down.
(If there was an academy award for ham acting then Katy was definitely
in the running.)

"Well your mum said that I was to make sure you  had a shower.  Do you
think this qualifies?"  I ask Katy,  who's only response  is a giggle.
"C'mon," I say, "we better get cleaned up."   I turn on the shower and
haul Lena up to stand between  Katy and me.  I  shampoo her hair while
Katy soaps down her body, next Katy, then  I quickly take our turns in
the middle, the  meagre tricking  of the shower  and the  cool air not
really conducive to love play.

We share Katy's toothbrush and then  huddling together under the scant
protection of the last towel in the  bathroom, we race for the kitchen
and the fire, pushing and shoving as we jam through the doorway.  Once
we stand before the fire we quickly towel each other dry.

"Could you get me a hairbrush Katy?" I ask as we trek into the lounge,
she disappears into  her parent's bedroom  while I seat  myself on the
mattress, Lena sits down beside  me and pulls my  arm around her waist
and leans her damp head against my chest.   Katy returns a few moments
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my thighs I take the brush from her  and swiftly work the tangles from
her hair.

Lifting her back to her feet, I give her a light swat on the butt with
the back of the brush.  Saying, "I'll do a better job in a minute, but
Lena's hair needs to be done before it dries out."

I lift Lena over my leg, to seat her before me and taking up the brush
I gently work  the tangles  from her  curls.   Once the  bristles pull
cleanly through he hair I  work with slow firm  strokes from the crown
of her  head.   Soon  she  is all  but  purring, her  torso  moving in
delighted little  wiggles.   Over  and  over again  I  pull  the brush
through her hair until it is dry and shining,  as I set the brush down
she leans  contentedly back  against my  chest  and turning  her head,
offers her parted  lips up  to me.   I brush  my lips  gently over her
eyelids and cheeks before softly  pressing my lips to  hers.  A minute
later I pull back and look into her eyes for and eternal moment before
guiding her to lie beside me.

An impatient Katy plops  herself down before me  and silently hands me
the hairbrush.   I comply  with her  implied request  and I  soon have
another contented little kitten  in my lap.   As I lay  the brush down
she turns and  wraps her  legs around  my waist  and snaking  her arms
around my neck she holds her  little face up for a  kiss.  Not wanting
to disappoint her I bend my  neck and run my  tongue along the Cupid's
bow of her lips.  She sighs and her lips  part, I press closer and run
my tongue all over the  inside of her mouth  tasting a minty freshness
mixed with her little girl sweetness, a moment later her tongue crowds
mine from her mouth and presses it's way  into mine where it licks all
over my  teeth and  gums.   Pulling back  I smile  down at  her before
laying her on  her face so  that I sit  between the hips  of my little
lovers.

Placing my hands  at the  base of  their skull  I drag  my fingernails
slowly down  their spines  drawing  little sighs  of  contentment from
their lips and watch little  ripples run up and  down her their backs.
I scrape my nails all over covering  every square inch of their backs,
upper arms and sides.  Every  now and then I lighten  my touch until I
am just  tickling the  ultra-fine downy  hairs covering  their bodies,
raising goosebumps on their squirming bodies.

Letting my  hands  roam  wider afield  I  run  my  fingers  over their
quivering butt cheeks  occasionally dipping  into the crack  to tickle
their tight  little sphincters.   Finally  I  slip my  fingers between
their soft  thighs and  massage their  damp pussy  lips.   Soft little
moans escape their  lips and  their thighs  open further  as I  run my
fingers over and  between their  moist folds.   They  moan again  as I
withdraw my  fingers  and draw  slimy  little circles  on  their inner
thighs.  With  feather touches I  tease all over  between their parted
thighs listening to their moans of frustration, withdrawing my fingers
completely whenever they push their hips at me.  Always, with the most
gentle of soft touches, I tease them higher and higher, until they are
writhing and moaning in  frustration, grinding their  pussies into the
mattress.

Judging their level  of excitement to  be sufficient  I finally relent
and begin thrusting  two fingers  each, in and  out of  their steaming
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like landed  fish and  I continue  moving my  fingers in  their bodies
after their orgasms subside.

Concentrating on their  pleasure I do  not notice the  looks that they
exchange and  I'm  surprised when  they  pull free  of  my penetrating
fingers and turn on me, slamming me down onto my back.  Above me their
lips loom  large before  me, as  they  descend to  kiss my  eyes shut.
Resigning myself to my  fate I relax  and prepare myself  for my first
trip around the world.

Nimble little tongues flick  over my eyelids and  cheeks then tease at
the corners of my mouth.   Shivers run down my spine  as they lick and
nibble at my  neck and shoulders,   lifting my  arms, they  lick at my
armpits and  Katy giggles  as the  hair  tickles her  nose.   Down the
length of my  arms their lips  and tongues  travel, raising gooseflesh
behind them.   One  by  one they  suck  my fingers  into  their mouths
twining their tongues around them, treating  each one like a miniature
penis.   In sympathy  my own  stirs,  uncoiling until  it flops  on my
belly.

They lave their way back up my arms and I squirm as they trace my ribs
with their tongues.   They seem a  little surprised when  they feel my
nipples harden in their mouths but Katy  takes advantage and I moan as
suddenly my skin feels two sizes smaller as she gently bites down with
her sharp little teeth.  Lena works out what Katy is doing and my skin
tightens again as her teeth dig into  my stiffened nipple and begin to
gently gnaw, her tongue fluttering over the tip.

As their tongues leave my chest  and move lower I  know what is coming
next, but  I still  jump  as their  tongues  dip into  my  navel, Lena
lingering to circle it twice with the tip.  Together they start at the
base of my  straining member, licking  and nibbling up  either side to
the crown, where they exchange a  lingering kiss.  Separating my legs,
they each suck one of  my balls into their  mouths, rolling them about
with their tongues.   They  leave wet trails  down my  sensitive inner
thighs, gooseflesh rising  as their  saliva evaporates, past  my knees
and on to my  feet they continue.   They suck  on each of  my toes and
they giggle as  I whisper  "This little piggy."  just loud  enough for
them to hear.

As they release  my toes I  roll over for  them, my toes  curl as they
apply their tongues firmly to  the soles of my  feet before they begin
to work their way up the backs of my legs.  Their tongues at the backs
of my knees pull giggles from  me as they find  my most ticklish spot.
(I imagine Katy storing up this knowledge  for later use.)  They trail
upwards over the backs and insides of  my thighs, then gently bite and
nibble on my arse cheeks.  A tongue licks  the length of my crack then
nibbles and licks up  my spine Behind it  fingers separate my buttocks
and another  tongue  probes  in  between.    I  am  most  surprised to
recognise Lena's more  talented tongue  lavishing my pucker  with such
relish, I am even more surprised when  it stiffens and forces it's way
deep inside and it takes all  of my willpower to  keep from wasting my
cum into the towel beneath me.

Katy is now  nibbling and sucking  at the back  of my  neck and Lena's
tongue remains plugged into my anus, it feels like an electric current
is running  the length  of my  spine  between Katy's  lips  and Lena's
tongue.  When Lena removes her  tongue from my anus,  I roll over onto


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my back,  and she  immediately swallows  me  whole.   Katy  moves down
opposite Lena and when my cock is released forces her throat down over
it, back  and forth  they  pass my  cock,  taking it  deep  into their
throats each time.  By the third exchange  my balls are churning and I
warn them that I'm  about to cum,   pulling back they  lock their lips
together over the tip, their hands cuddling my balls and their tongues
swirling together over the glans.

A moment  later  I explode  into  their hungry  mouths,  greedily they
swallow my spurting jism then lap down the length of my shaft cleaning
up the spillage from the imperfect seal of  their lips.  I pull Katy's
face up to mine and lap  up a drop of my cum  that has leaked from the
corner of her mouth then press  my lips to hers  and entwine my tongue
with hers.  Lena takes my shrinking  member into her mouth, nursing on
it like a baby until it goes completely soft.  Finally she releases me
and crawls up  to lie  beside me, pushing  Katy aside  she fastens her
lips to mine and thrusts  her tongue between my  teeth.  Katy snuggles
up to my side and rests her head on my chest, my hand cupping her cute
little backside.  A minute later Lena  slips down and kisses my nipple
before cuddling up to me with a contented sigh.

Five minutes later  my stomach  rumbles and the  girls giggle.   "Come
on," I say,  "Let's get  some supper."   Rolling them  from my  body I
stand and pull them up after me.

In the kitchen  I mix up  a batch of  pancake batter and  we cook them
directly on the stove top.   At first the girls  eat daintily but this
soon changes when  Lena drips  a little lemon  juice and  sugar on her
right tit, after I use my tongue to clean it up I look across to Katy,
who is now  dribbling melted  butter and  jam on  her belly  and pussy
crack.

"Ah dessert!" I exclaim  and dive in, munching  furiously.  After this
the girls  loose all  decorum and  eat  as messily  as they  know how,
juice, butter, jam, honey and sugar  drips from their chins, liberally
coating the fronts  of their  bodies.  Not  satisfied with  this, Katy
snatches up the squeeze  bottle of honey  and pours some  over my cock
and balls.   I pick her  up and deposit  her on  the laminex tabletop,
pinning her squirming,  giggling body with  one hand in  the center of
her chest, Lena  and I coat  her from head  to foot with  a variety of
jams and spreads, finishing  by squirting a liberal  quantity of honey
into her pussy.

Katy continues to squirm and giggle as Lena  and I lick the outside of
her body clean, after  her tongue bath  I slide Katy  across the table
until her head hangs over the  end and I motion for Lena  to get up on
the table.  I position her, supported on  her elbows, with her face in
Katy's crotch,  where  her busy  tongue  begins to  lap  up  the honey
drooling form Katy's slit, and her thighs  resting on my shoulders.  I
line my cock up with Katy's  mouth and slide it  into her throat, bury
my nose  between Lena's  arse cheeks  and drag  my tongue  between her
prominent pussy  lips,  over her  clit  and plunge  it  deep  into her
drooling fuck hole.  Katy places her hands on my hips and slowly pumps
my cock in and out of her mouth and throat.

On impulse I  fasten my  lips around  Lena's clit   and  start humming
loudly, the result is electrifying, her legs lock tight behind my neck
and she  starts to  writhe in  my  grasp, a  moment later  I  hear her


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muffled humming (presumably on Katy's clit)  and Katy bucks violently,
then Katy starts up, the sensation is incredible, I would have dropped
Lena if not for  her scissor lock on  my neck.  Together,  we hum in a
three part  sexual  harmony,  our sexual  tensions  rising  with every
breath we take.

Finally the dam bursts: Lena is the first to cum, her ambrosial juices
flooding into  my mouth,  this triggers  my  own climax  and I  jet my
creamy jism into  Katy's waiting  mouth and  it is  her turn,  her hum
rising sharply in pitch until she  is squealing shrilly about my cock.
Around and around in an  endless cycle of tantric  release, each of us
feeding off  another's  climax until  an  eternity later  I  break the
circle, my  legs give  way  beneath me  and  I collapse  to  my knees,
pulling my cock free of Katy's lips.

I gently disentangle Lena's legs  from my neck and  roll her limp body
to lie beside  Katy.   Exhausted I  pillow my  head on  Lena's swollen
vulva, gently licking a few stray drops of her savoury juices from her
thigh.

Katy is  the  first to  recover,  with a  sepulchral  groan  she lifts
herself up, turning and  sitting tailor fashion at  Lena's hip.  "Wow!
That was awesome!" She opines, "Especially the humming."

"Thanks, glad you  liked it", I  say.  Lena  is stirring  so I shakily
rise to my feet.

She struggles to a  sitting position. "Oh  god that was  so good." she
says, "Hey Katy, you did it!"

"Did what?" asks Katy.

"You came."

"No shit Sherlock." I say.

"No, I mean she squirted, like me."  Lena clarifies.

"Oh wow, what did I taste like?"  Katy asks.

"Sort  of  like  me  but  different  I  guess."  Looking  around  Lena
continues, "Wow we sure made a mess."

Katy and I survey the shambles we have  made of the kitchen, "Katy you
started it,"  I observe, "get the mop."

Muttering, she hops  off the table  and retrieves the  mop from beside
the fridge and  Lena and  I start wiping  things off  and putting them
away.  We swiftly  put the kitchen to  rights and I cast  my eyes over
our sticky bodies,  "Looks like we need another shower." I observe.

In the bathroom, too exhausted for  further sexplay, we quickly sponge
each other clean then run for the fire in  the kitchen.  The miasma of
sexual odours strikes us like a blow and  I note, "We're going to have
to air this place out after the storm".

Once we've towelled each other dry, Katy  makes us drinks while I bank
the fire so it  will last till morning.   We take our  drinks into the


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lounge and cuddle  up together  on the couch.   Sipping  our drinks we
listen to the storm which howls around the house unabated.

Suddenly I  notice the  time, eleven  forty  five, "Shit,  It's nearly
midnight, we better get to bed."  Not getting a response I look at the
girls, they  are already  asleep, Katy  is  still holding  her  cup in
nerveless fingers and I rescue it just before it slips from her grasp.
Carefully extricating myself  from between them  I throw  a sheet over
the double mattress and lift first Lena then Katy onto it, they are so
exhausted that  they don't  even stir.    Laying another  sheet  and a
blanket over them I slip in  between them on my side  and pull Lena up
against my front, cupping a breast in my hand,  Katy sighs and cuddles
up to  my back,  throwing an  arm over  my shoulders.   With  one last
squeeze to Lena's firm titty I fall asleep.














































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Chapter 6             - THE NEXT MORNING.



Early the  next  morning,  I'm woken  by  the  feel  of  small fingers
tickling the head of my  penis and rubbing it  between Lena's legs and
pressing it into the furrow between the lips of her rapidly moistening
pussy.   As I  continue towards  wakefulness I  realises that  Lena is
still sleeping and the fingers on my cock belong to Katy.

She twitches a little and momentarily pauses in her manipulations when
I rumble, "Good morning Katy."

"Oh!" she squeaks, "You're awake."

I twist my neck to look at Katy. "Having fun?" I ask quietly.

"Uh-huh," she replies  with a  grin, "wanna  see if  you can  fuck her
without waking her up?"

I grin back, "Why not?"   I gently lift Lena's upper  leg and hunch my
hips as Katy fits the head  of my cock against  the tight, wet opening
at the base of  Lena's slit.   With infinite caution  I press inwards,
feeling incredibly exquisite sensations  as her flesh  opens up around
me.  Millimetre by slow millimetre I  gain entry until the entire head
of my cock  is within  her body and  the tight  ring of  muscle at the
entrance to her  vagina clasps the  shaft of my  intruding member just
behind the crown.

Katy releases my prick and her hand  lightly trails over Lena's and my
hips and between  my legs to  fondle my balls  from behind.   A moment
later, she tickles my arsehole  with a finger tip  causing me to lunge
forwards before I can stop myself and push another inch of my engorged
flesh into the hot, wet sheath of Lena's incredibly tight vagina.

Lena moans and moves  a little at the  sudden intrusion and  I hold my
breath, waiting motionless, to see  if she will awaken.   But her only
reaction, is to clasp my hand, which  is still cupping her breast, and
press it more  firmly against her  yielding flesh,  the small, rubbery
nubbin of her nipple, hardening and pressing into my palm.

Once I am sure that she remains asleep,  I resume my journey, until my
pubic bone comes to  rest against the soft  flesh of her  buttocks.  I
gently lower  her  leg  to  the  mattress  and  slowly  withdraw,  the
retreating shaft of  my cock,  transferring her lubricating  fluids to
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the elastic ring at the entrance of her vagina, I reverse my movements
and smoothly slide back into  her, until I'm pressed  once more to the
smooth, white skin of her bottom.

Katy continues to  fondle my balls,  rolling them  around inside their
sack as I  continue to  slowly saw my  tumescent shaft  in and  out of
Lena's sleeping body.   With each stroke, I  gain confidence and begin
moving faster.  A few moments later,  Lena starts to push back against
me and I slow down, lifting myself up on my  elbow to look down at her
face.

A small smile has crept onto her lips and her eyes move rapidly behind
her eyelids as she dreams.   Satisfied that she  still sleeps, I speed
up, matching my motions to the unconscious  movements of her hips.  As
she continues to fuck  her dream lover,  her lips part  and her tongue
emerges to moisten them.  At the same  time her hand leaves mine, over
her breast, and moves down her body, where she pushes a finger between
her swollen labia and begins to rub her clitoris.

Katy's fingers leave my tightening balls and she removes her hand from
between my  legs.   A  few  seconds later,  it  returns and  I  feel a
fingertip press up against my tight anal  sphincter.  It follows me as
I press home into Lena's body and when  I begin to withdraw, she holds
it firmly against my anus, letting me know in no uncertain terms, that
if I want to keep on fucking Lena, I'll  have to fuck myself on Katy's
finger at the same time.

There is  no way  that I'm  going to  stop  now, so  I relax  and push
backwards.  I discover that she must  have moistened her finger in her
pussy, as it easily slides home,  until her knuckles press firmly into
the crease between  my buttocks and  her fingertip  presses against my
prostrate.

The sensation is  almost enough  to drive me  over the  edge and  I no
longer care if  I wake  Lena.   I begin  thrusting with  short jabbing
strokes, making  Lena's  body  shudder each  time  I  thrust forwards,
slapping against her buttocks  and pulling back to  grind my prostrate
on the tip of Katy's intruding finger.

A  few  strokes  later,  I  see   Lena's  eyes  snap  open  and  stare
sightlessly, as  she  squeals  and  forces  herself  back  against me,
driving me hard onto Katy's intruding finger.  A velvet vice clasps my
shaft, rippling up and  down it's length as  Katy's finger triggers my
own orgasm and I groan as  I pump pulse after  pulse of scalding semen
deep within Lena's hot, moist vagina.   Each burning stream of my cum,
splashes against  her cervix,  milked from  my  twitching cock  by the
rippling contractions of her abdominal muscles.

Katy withdraws  her  finger from  my  arse when  she  feels  my spasms
subside.  A  few moments later  Lena's contractions taper  off and she
lifts her hand from her  pussy to mine, cuddling  it against her small
tit as she snuggles back against me.

I lower  my head  and  press my  lips  to her  cheek,  murmuring "Good
morning sleepyhead." against her flushed skin.

"'d morning." she  responds quietly,  hugging my  hand tighter  to her
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Suddenly Katy leaps over our  bodies and with a  grin asks Lena,. "Did
you like your alarm clock?"

"Mmmm, yeah!" Lena  replies, "I  was having a  really great  dream and
when I woke up it was real."

A sudden look of consternation  comes over Katy's face.  "Hey!  I just
remembered something."

"What?"  I ask.

"Why you  shouldn't fuck  Lena." she  says, "We  talked about  it last
night.  You could get her pregnant."

"Oh fuck!   I forgot all  about it." I  cry and jerk  away from Lena's
suddenly frozen body, creating a slimy trail from her pussy across the
back of her leg, as my softening cock pulls free.

My abrupt withdrawal  causes Lena to  squeak with  surprise and brings
her to her  senses.  She  turns and starts  raining blows  on my chest
with both fists, sobbing hysterically, "How could you?  I can't have a
baby.  Mum and Dad'll kill me."

I feel like a complete shit and make  no attempt to shield myself from
Lena's wild blows.   Instead it  is Katy who  intervenes, snatching at
Lena's hands, she tries to restrain her,  crying, "Stop it Lena!  It's
my fault, leave him alone.  He didn't mean to, I did it."

Katy's words begin to penetrate and she falls back on her heels, still
sobbing.  "How c-c-can  it b-b-be y-your f-fault?   H-he f-f-fucked m-
me."

Close to tears  herself, Katy  replies, "I woke  up first  and started
playing with Geoff's cock.  When it got  hard I pushed it between your
legs and rubbed it on your pussy, because I  wanted to see who woke up
first.   Geoff did  and then  I wanted  to  see if  he could  fuck you
without waking you up,  so I asked him  and he did.   He wouldn't have
done it if he'd been properly awake and remembered.  So if you want to
hit anybody hit me."

Lena looks down at me and says, "I'm s-s-sorry!"

I rise to a sitting positions and say, "I'm  sorry too.  I should have
remembered."

"It's all right, you were half  asleep and didn't remember." she says.
Suddenly she throws herself at me and buries her face against my neck,
"I'm sc-scared."

I awkwardly wrap my arms  about her and having  no reassuring words, I
simply rock her back and forth,  while I gently massage her shoulders.
Behind her Katy stands  close, looking down at  us, absolute misery in
every line of her face and body.  She works her jaw for a moment, then
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A few minutes later, Lena lift her head from my shoulder and turns her
tear streaked face up to mine.  "Can we do anything?" she asks without
much hope in her voice.

"Probably not." I reply sadly, "You  could try standing up, or getting
up on  your knees  and letting  it  drain out,  but if  you're fertile
there's not much chance it'll work."

From behind Lena, Katy says  abjectly, "I know it  doesn't help, but I
can't say how sorry I am."

Lena turns to sit  in my lap, pulling  my arms tight around  her.  She
looks up at  her miserable  friend, "It's O.K."  she says,  "It was an
accident, you forgot too."

"It's not .O.K.," Katy  cries, "I did something  really stupid and you
might have to pay for it.  I'd feel better if you hit me too."

Without warning, Lena pulls  her right arm free  of my encircling arms
and drives a solid punch into Katy's stomach, just below the sternum.

Katy flies backwards off the mattress to land hard on her backside and
then collapses onto her  side.  She curls  into a ball  and fights for
breath, her face  turning blue  before she is  finally able  to draw a
shuddering breath.

"There," Lena  says, "it's  over.   At least  until we  find out  if I
really am pregnant."

"I don't really feel  any better," Katy says  through her tears, still
hugging her sore belly. "but I deserved  it and anything else you want
to do to me."

"It's over! I said." Lena snaps, "It was an accident and I'm not going
to do anything else." she turns in my arms and looks at me, "And now I
guess I should try  and get rid of  your sperm."  A  wan grin suddenly
flickers into being and she shrugs my hands free and shoves me onto my
back, saying "I might as well have some fun doing it."

She then crawls up  over my prone  body and turns,  planting her semen
filled pussy on my mouth.  "Suck it out." she orders me.

I'm happy  to oblige  and force  my  tongue in  and out  of  her slick
passage, but I  can only get  the little bit  of my  semen that clings
just inside the entrance to her  hole.  I can feel  and taste a little
more seeping slowly downwards but I know that I'd left more cum inside
her body than I'd recovered so far.   I change my tactics, withdrawing
my tongue and trying  to seal my mouth  to her soft pussy.   The first
couple of tries,  I don't  quite get it  right and  an obscene farting
noise ensues each time I suck.

Lena giggles at the  sounds and the ensuing  tremors make it difficult
to perfect the seal, but eventually I manage  it and when I suck hard,
my cheeks hollow and I feel the entrance  to her pussy evert within my
mouth.  After a  few seconds of hard  sucking I'm rewarded  by a thick
gob of semen, which leaves her vagina with a rush, coating the back of
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I release my  lip lock  on her swelling  labia and  gulp the glutinous
morsel down and  just as  I place  my mouth  back against  her bulging
vulva, I hear, "No way Katy!   It's mine.  You can  just wait."  There
is a slight edge to Lena's  voice as she says this  and when she leans
forwards and her lips  engulf my flaccid  cock, I realise  what she is
laying claim  to.   A wriggle  of  her hips  as she  grinds  her pussy
against my mouth reminds me of what I'm supposed to be doing.

I lift  my  hands  to her  hips  and  use my  thumbs  to  separate her
darkening pussy lips,  I then  drag my tongue along  the length of her
slick furrow, from  just below  her insheathed  clitoris, to  the rosy
pucker of her  anus.   Her sweet mouth  on my  deflated penis  make me
pause with  my tongue  pressed to  her  arsehole, while  I  savour the
sensations.

Within the warm,  wet confines  of her mouth,  she rolls  my soft cock
from side to side with her tongue, exploring it as it swells.  Then as
the growing head  reached the  back of  her throat,  she gulps  and my
glans pops into  her gullet.  Two more  swallows in  quick succession,
massage the end of my prick and I'm fully hard.

She slowly backs of my cock, sucking hard the whole time, releasing it
with loud pop from  her lips.  "That  felt really cool  when your cock
grew in my mouth." she says, "Now suck my pussy."

She pushes back hard  against my mouth and  I have to use  my hands to
push her off me so that I can resume.  I swab my tongue back and forth
between the damp folds  of her swollen pudendum,  collecting her sweet
juices as fast as they form.  Then as  the motions of her bobbing head
become more  frenzied I  begin to  plunge  my tongue  deep  within the
welcoming depths  of  her hot,  slick  vagina and  circle  the winking
pucker of her tiny anus.

She moans around my tool buried deep  within her throat and I transfer
my attentions to her engorged inner labia.  Pursing my lips I suck one
into my mouth and  pull back, stretching it  until I loose  my grip on
the slick flesh  and it  snaps back with  a wet  slapping sound.   The
other side gets the same  treatment and she groans  around my cock and
pushes back against my hands.

I press my lips to her soft, slippery  skin, just below her, now fully
erect, clit and  force my tongue  hard against her  as I  walk my lips
along the cleft of her delectable  pussy.  As my  upper lip clears the
rim of her vagina, my  tongue plunges deep within  her, causing her to
grunt and plunge  forwards on  my cock, forcing  the spongy  head deep
into her throat.   I  twirl my  tongue within  her, feeling  the slick
walls close  around  it  and  nibble  at  the  flickering  tip  as she
consciously clamps down on my oral intruder.

I continue my lip  walk, briefly withdrawing my  tongue, then pressing
it back against  her perineum, proceeding  until my  lips surround her
quivering anus and  the tip  of my tongue  is centred  in the  ring of
crinkled flesh.   Slowly it opens  up and my  stiffened tongue invades
the warm, dark confines  of her rectum a  tight, elastic ring clasping
my tongue.

I plunge my tongue in and out a few times, each inward thrust a little
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releases my cock from her mouth, letting it fall back against my belly
with a wet  slap.   She lifts herself  clear of  my face  and moves to
straddle my hips.   Reaching  beneath herself, she  lifts my  cock and
fits it  against  the  opening of  her  pussy,  then  sits  down hard,
grunting as she impales herself with a rush.

"What are you doing?"  Katy cries, aghast, "I  thought you didn't want
to get pregnant."

"Shut up."  Lena  returns, "I  know  what  I'm doing,  I  want  to try
something."  Having  said this, she  lifts herself up,  grasps my cock
and shifts forwards an  inch or so  and lowers herself  until my glans
pressed against her virgin arsehole.

"Oh!" Katy breaths as she comprehends Lena's intention.

"Take it slowly," I warn, "or it's going to hurt."

Lena nods  and lets  more of  her weight  fall on  my rock  hard pole.
Suddenly my cock  slips and  skids forwards,  half of  it disappearing
into her slick vagina before she comes to rest, sitting on the side of
her fist.  Giggling she lifts free and  tries again, this time my cock
slips the other way, skidding up between her rounded buttocks, causing
her to make a sound that includes both laughter and exasperation.

"Katy," I say, "help her."

Katy drops to her knees, straddling my chest  and takes a firm grip on
my shaft, just behind  the head.  I  wrap my hands  around Lena's slim
waist and she grips my wrists.  I lift  Lena up, then slowly lower her
until once more  she rests with  my swollen glans  pressed against her
pucker.  Slowly I allow the  pressure to increase and  I feel her anus
gradually opening around, the tip of my cock.  Her grip tightens on my
wrists and every line of her body signals her pain.

I halt her progress and ask, "Do you want to stop?"

"No," she says tightly, shaking her head, "I want to do it."

Again I let  her weight  force her  downwards, feeling  the incredibly
tight ring of her arsehole force  the blood from the  head of my penis
as it grudgingly  gives way.   A moment  later, her  head hanging, she
relaxes the muscles  of her thighs  and leaves me  supporting her full
weight.

Not ready for it,  I don't catch her  until she comes  to rest against
the side of Katy's hand, with nearly two  inches of my rock hard penis
invading her bowels.   She  gives a short  sharp cry  of pain  and her
fingers dig painfully into my  wrists as she whips  her head from side
to side and I feel her tears falling onto my legs.

"Are you O.K.?" I ask.

For a moment she  shakes her head, as  if to clear it,  then twists to
look at me.  "Uh-huh, it's getting better." she say through the tears.

"O.K.," I say, "Tell me when you're ready to go on."



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Lena holds herself  rigidly still,  breathing in short  shallow gasps,
which gradually deepen  as she  gets used to  my anal  intruder.  Katy
helps by reaching  around from behind  and gently  grasps her friend's
firm breast  in  one hand,  while  the other  cups  her  mound, gently
massaging it.   After  a few  seconds  she presses  her  middle finger
inwards, letting it slip between the  swollen lips of Lena's pussy and
caress her clitoris.

Over the next  minute or  so, Lena's  body relaxes  and she  begins to
breath easily.  She  loosens her grip on  my wrists and  makes a tiny,
experimental bounce, then signals her desire  to continue, by relaxing
her thighs  slightly.   I slowly  let more  of her  weight fall  on my
rigidly upstanding shaft, feeling the  almost painfully tight, elastic
ring of her anal sphincter, slowly work down  my shaft as I spear into
the warm, buttery depths of her rectal passage.

She halts about  half way  down my shaft,  pausing for  a moment, then
slowly lifts upwards until her anal ring clasps my penis, just back of
the head.  A  satisfied sigh escapes  her lips and  she lowers herself
back down, accepting  nearly three quarters  of my  rigid staff within
her bowels before  she stops.   A smile creeps  onto her  face and she
says happily, "It's starting to feel good."

She swiftly rises, then drops back  down, not stopping until my entire
prick is buried in  her arse and the  back of Katy's hand  rests on my
thighs.  "It didn't hurt." she cries raptly and begins to lift herself
up and down, fucking herself on my impaling member in earnest.

The sensation of  her tight  ring nipping  my cock,  is much  like the
feeling of Katy's cervix when I  enter her womb, but the extraordinary
sensation travels the entire length of my shaft and despite having cum
twenty minutes before, I feel my balls  begin to boil, as they prepare
to send another load of my  scalding semen into Lena's barely teenaged
body.

As I concentrate  on boring  thoughts to  restrain myself,  Katy moves
from her  position astride  my chest,  shifting  around, until  she is
beside us.  She slides her hand between Lena's legs and curls the last
three fingers upwards,  so that  Lena impales herself  on them  as she
drops downward.

She squeals as  Katy's fingers enter  her and sits  on my  hips as she
cries, "Oh shit!  That feels great."

"What does it feel  like?" Katy asks curiously,  wriggling her fingers
inside Lena.

"Like I've got a  fucking pole stuck up  my bum and  your fingers feel
like you've got  your whole hand  in there.   It really  hurt to start
with, but it feels great now  and I can keep on  fucking and not worry
about getting pregnant."

She then  lifts  upwards  and  resumes  plunging  up  and  down  on my
transfixing spear.    Katy lifts  my  hands to  Lena's  breasts, leans
forwards and  presses her  face into  the  junction of  Lena's thighs.
Lena throws her head back and gasps  as she feels Katy's mobile tongue
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Katy finds it difficult to keep up, as Lena begins to plunge wildly up
and down, but the  slurping sounds emanating from  the triple junction
of our bodies, tells me she  is doing her best.   The sensation of the
cum rising in my balls becomes impossible to deny and I begin flicking
my thumbs back and forth over her  rubbery nipples, trying to bring on
her orgasm before I cum and fill her arse with my seed.

Lena, lifts her hands to mine and  closes my thumbs and forefingers on
her nipples,  squeezing hard.   Taking  my cue,  I pinch  her engorged
nubbins and she grasps my wrists, pulling my hands away from her body,
so that her breasts are stretched tightly outwards into perfect cones.

Suddenly something Katy does causes Lena to  drop down hard on my hips
and fall  backwards, tearing  her nipples  from  my grasp.    Her head
narrowly misses mine as it hits my shoulder and her mouth opens as she
screams at the  ceiling, but I'm  almost beyond noticing  this, as the
tight ring of her arsehole clamps down on my prick, just as I begin to
cum.

Spasm after spasm of searing white hot cum, streams from my balls only
to be trapped  within my  body by the  agonisingly tight  elastic ring
gripping the  base  of my  straining  shaft.   My  prostrate convulses
repeatedly as  it  tries  to  force  my  scalding  semen  through  the
constriction surrounding my tumescent spear.

Finally, just as  my head  begins to  spin with  the strain,  there is
either a slight lessening  of the pressure exerted  by Lena's muscular
sphincter, or the pressure  within me becomes too  great to be denied.
I bellow with relief, as my semen boils  along the length of my shaft,
flowing from my deeply buried glans,  into her bowels in a continuous,
searing, satisfying stream.

When my awareness  expands to encompass  more than my  aching groin, I
hear Katy noisily lapping and sucking at Lena's pussy, as she attempts
to gather  up  as  much  of  Lena's  spend  as  possible,  her  tongue
descending to my  balls and  the point where  my shaft  pierces Lena's
body as she chases every last drop of Lena's sweet ejaculate.

As Katy gathers the last ambrosial  droplets I enfold Lena's trembling
body in my arms and gently  caress her shoulders and  firm breasts.  A
minute later  she  makes a  disappointed  sound as  my  shrinking cock
begins to  slip  from  her  arse  and  wriggles  downwards  trying  to
recapture it.  Her  movement however causes  it to slip  further and a
moment later fall free and flop down beside my throbbing balls.

No longer connected to me, she twists in my  arms until we lie face to
face and brings her  lips down on mine  in as soft caressing  kiss.  A
few moments later she  lifts her head and  looks deep into  my eyes as
she whispers, "Thankyou."

"ThankYOU!" I reply with feeling, "That was  one of the best cums I've
ever had."

She lowers her head back to my shoulder and  puts her lips close to my
ear, "I love you." she whispers.

I turn my head and nuzzle her ear as I whisper back, "I love you too."
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love Katy, but what I feel for her, did not hold a candle to the depth
of feeling, that I realise I'm  beginning to have for  Lena.  The next
thing I know,  she crushes herself  to me in  a fierce hug  and I feel
tears on my neck as she begins to make snuffling noises.

Katy looks on wide eyed.  She  can't possibly have heard our exchange,
but it is obvious that Lena  is crying and when I  signal with my eyes
that she should make herself scarce, she hastily complies.

Alone with Lena, I hold her  tight for a minute  or so, gently rubbing
her back and shoulders.  When her silent sobs begin to subside, I ask,
"What's wrong Lena?"

She struggles against  my arms, at  my words and  I relax  my hold, so
that she can pull herself free.  Instead she rises just enough to look
down into my face, carefully studying my expression. "You really meant
it!" she cries ecstatically, "You really do love me."

"More than I would have ever thought possible." I reply quietly.

"Then I don't care if I am pregnant." she declares.

"If you are," I reply, "I'll do anything I can to help you."

"No you won't!" she returns hotly.

"Why not?"

"Because I won't tell you.   I don't want you to  get into trouble and
go to jail.  If anybody found out, they'd  never let me see you again.
At least if nobody knows for  sure, I can dream  that you'll come back
to me one day."

"I will, I promise." I whisper to her.

Lena pressed her  finger to  my lips. "Don't  promise." she  says, "It
would hurt too much if you broke it."

"O.K. I won't," I  say, "but I'm still  going to try and  come back as
soon as I can."

"No your not,"  She tells me,  "You're going to  finish college first.
That way I'll be  sixteen and nobody can  stop us doing  what we like.
Besides, if I'm  not pregnant  now, I want  to be,  the next  time you
come."

"Sounds like you want to be pregnant now." I tease.

"A little bit," she admits, "but not really, I'm too scared about what
people would do.  But if I am, I don't mind too much."

I crush her to  my chest, hugging her  tight as I fight  my own tears.
Totally unaware of  the passage  of time  I hold  her, until  Katy re-
enters the room and says, "You know, the storms stopped."

For the first  time, since Katy  woke me, I  take notice  of the world
outside the room.   She's  right, the wind  no longer  howls under the
eaves and the  continuous crash  of thunder  is absent.   It  is still


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raining, but  the  gentle  drumming on  the  roof  is  nothing  to the
Wagnerian crescendo of the previous evening.

Taking note  of the  rain and  the trickling  noise from  the gutters,
however, brings another problem to the  fore.  My bladder makes itself
known with a vengeance and the weight of Lena's hips, pressing down on
my lower stomach, does nothing to help.

Reluctantly, I relax my  hold on Lena and  say, "Ah, Lena,  I wish you
didn't have to move, but if you don't, I'm going to have an accident."

She giggles, causing a sudden increase  in urgency and says, "Me too."
as she rolls off me.















































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Chapter 7            - APRES LE DELUGE.



I rise to my feet and  pull her up after me, then  make a dash for the
veranda.  The view that greets me, causes me to forget everything else
as I front up to the rail and survey the scene of devastation laid out
before me.  Lena moves up beside  me, shivering slightly, as she wraps
her arm about my waist.   I slip my arm around  her shoulders and pull
her in tight against my side, as we silently look out to where the dam
used to be.

Only about four or five feet of  the diving pole remains visible above
the water, the platform  completely submerged and the  nearest edge is
about halfway between where we stand and the original bank.  A line of
muddy debris, less  than twenty meters  from the bottom  of the steps,
indicates where the water had reached, at the  peak of the storm.  All
around, there  are  further  signs of  the  ferocity  of  the cyclone.
Innumerable branches, stripped of their leaves, are scattered all over
the landscape.

A squeeze on my  hand gets my  attention and I  follow Lena's pointing
finger to where an entire tree lies across the track leading up to the
road, only  twenty meters  from  the house.    I don't  think  it very
remarkable, until I recognise it  as the willow tree,  that was on the
island in the middle of the dam.  I blanch as realise how close we had
come to being crushed and I try to comprehend the sort of power needed
to move a mature tree the two  hundred and fifty meters separating the
house from the dam.

Finally though,  my bladder  refuses to  be  denied any  longer  and I
barely have time to aim under the rail,  before I send a golden stream
arching out into the falling rain.   Almost immediately, I feel Lena's
cool fingers take hold of me  and I remove my hand  as she takes over.
She begins to sweep the stream  from side to side  in an arc, giggling
as my flaccid member begins to  harden in her grasp.   By the time the
flow begins to slacken, my cock  is almost fully hard  and Lena has to
exert considerable downward pressure  to keep my  piss aimed outwards.
With some difficulty, I squeeze the last of my piss out in sort spurts
and when Lena has  finished milking the final  droplets from my shaft,
it stands proudly at attention.

Suddenly, Lena releases my cock to slap against my belly, and jams her
hand between  her  legs,  squirming  uncomfortably,  as  she  tries to
restrain her own piss.  A second later, a short spurt from between her
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boards, her feet extended out under the rail.  She separates her labia
and I'm more than  a little surprised,  when her stream  arc out, well
beyond the furthest point I'd reached from my higher vantage point.

Dropping to my knees beside her, I push her fingers aside and with the
fingers of one  hand I hold  her labia apart.   I  briefly massage her
clit with  the forefinger  of my  other  hand, then  run it  along the
length of her furrow, causing her pee  to spray her thighs and trickle
down over her pussy and arse crack, onto the boards beneath her.

Intrigued, I  press  my  finger  hard  against  her  urethral opening,
totally stopping the flow of her  urine.  I then  ease the pressure on
one side then the other,  causing her pee to  spray in all directions,
onto her thighs and out into  the air.  When I  uncover the upper most
edge of her  pee hole, her  urine sprays up  into my  face, coating my
lips and cheeks   and splashing  back onto her  belly.  I  let go with
both hands  and  jerk  back in  surprise,  grinning  ruefully  as Lena
giggles at my  wet face and  the feeling of  her pee  hitting her piss
flaps and running down  over her vagina  and arsehole.   She moves her
hand back to her crotch, but instead of separating her prominent inner
labia, she pinches them  together, forcing her  steaming mictural flow
up into her vagina.

A short while later she scrambles to  her knees, holding her hand over
her pussy and motions for me to put my  head underneath.  I'm a little
reluctant to do so, as the shot in my face had given me a taste of her
strong morning pee, but  the nastiness of  her peeing up  into her own
vagina for  me to  drink, excites  me  too, so  I lie  down  and scoot
underneath her until her dripping pussy is poised over my open mouth.

The first strong, acrid droplets falling onto my tongue almost make me
gag, but then she removes her hand and her pussy lips gape open as the
contents of her  vagina falls  onto my tongue.   At  least half  of it
misses my mouth, cascading over my chin and cheeks, but what does fall
into my mouth, I sample, then eagerly swallow.  Her sweet pussy juices
have transformed her  bitter, salty urine  into a  much more palatable
cordial.   I lift  my head  and fasten  my lips  to her  gaping vulva,
sucking the last vestiges of the tangy mixture from her vagina.

"Oh wow, that is soooo cool!"  Katy's voice  startles us and I bump my
head in Lena's crotch as I try to sit up.  Lena swings her leg over my
head and sits back on her  heels as I rise to sit  beside her and look
at Katy.   She is  leaning back  against the  doorjamb, with  her feet
spread well apart,  as she plunges  three fingers into  her pussy from
behind and vigorously  rubs her  hairless mound with  the flat  of her
other hand.   A minute  later she  seizes her  erect clit  between her
fingertips and  begins roughly  twisting and  pulling on  the inflamed
nubbin of flesh.

Lena languidly  fists my  erect cock  and I  gently explore  her urine
coated mound, feeling  the smooth flesh  become oily,  as she produces
more lubricants, to replace those washed from her pussy.  Together, we
watch Katy masturbate  herself, our  own movements becoming  faster as
her moving fingers become more frenzied in their assault on her little
pussy.  Only seconds later, her feet begin to slide from under her and
she slips to the floor,  her weight driving her  fingers deep into her
quim, as she  throws her  head back  against the  wall and  squeals of
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Lena's and my hands  become still, as we  watch Katy in  the throes of
her orgasm.  The knuckles of her upper  hand turn white as her fingers
clamp down on her clit and  her heels drum a rapid  tattoo on the aged
timber that floors the veranda.  For some time after she stops moving,
Katy sits  leaning against  the wall,  her  eyes closed  and  her hand
hanging limply in her lap.

Finally she groans and  her head turns  from side to  side against the
wall.  Suddenly she makes  a pained sound and  jerks her head forwards
as she lifts her hand to  rub the back of her  head, bringing it away,
with blood on her  fingertips.  A  little concerned, I  leave Lena and
move to kneel beside  Katy.  Gently  cradling her head,  I examine the
small patch of hair matted with blood  and come to the conclusion that
no real damage has been done.  A  quick examination of the wall behind
her head identifies  the culprit, a  sharp protrusion  where the paint
has dried unevenly, marked by  a tiny fleck of  blood where it pierced
her scalp.

"Pooh! Your hands  stink and so  does your breath."   Katy's aggrieved
cry, reminds me  that Lena  and I have  yet to  clean up.   I  lift my
fingers to my nose and catch a slight whiff of her rectum and the much
stronger scent of  her rapidly souring  pee.  Laughing,  I threaten to
rub my hands on her face and she rolls from beneath me.

She giggles as I pursue her and takes the only escape route open, down
the stairs  out into  the falling  rain.   My gaze  falls on  Lena and
alarmed by  the evil  glint  in my  eyes  she huddles  up  against the
veranda post at the top of  the stairs.  "You  wouldn't!" she cries in
mock alarm.

At the same time,  Katy cries encouragement from,  where she grips the
handrail, halfway down  the steps.   "Get her.   Rub  it in  her hair.
Make her sniff her bum hole."

When I get within a few feet, Lena rolls onto the stairs and begins to
descend, bumping down the  first few stairs on  her bottom, before she
rises and moves towards  Katy.  Something in  Lena's expression alerts
Katy, because she suddenly turns and bolts the  rest of the way to the
bottom.  She manages about three  strides out onto the muddy quagmire,
that was once  a lawn,  before her feet  slip from  under her  and she
lands ignominiously on her arse.

Lena halts  at the  bottom of  the  stairs, laughing  with me,  at the
surprised expression on Katy's face.  Suddenly her laughter ceases and
I move down to sit on the top step as Katy  scoops up a handful of mud
and launches  it at  Lena.   Her  aim is  true and  the  slimy mudball
impacts squarely at the  juncture of her thighs,  some sticking in the
small patch of pubic hair at the top of  her slit and the rest sliding
down the front of her legs.

With an outraged  squeal, Lena  launches herself  at Katy  and sprawls
full length,  sliding  easily  over  the  greasy,  waterlogged ground.
However she retains considerable presence of  mind and as she passes a
hysterically giggling  Katy,  she reaches  out  and grabs  her  by the
wrist, bringing herself to a halt and pulling Katy over onto her side.




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By the time  I manage to  get my chortling  body to the  bottom of the
steps, both girls are coated from head to  foot in greyish mud and the
only way to  tell them apart  is size.   Suddenly, Katy  looks up from
where she  is rubbing  mud into  Lena's  hair and  cries,  "He's still
clean, let's get him."

Flinging my arm up to shield my eyes and holding my other hand over my
exposed genitals, I advance on them as they pelt  me with mud.  When I
get within grasping distance, Katy ducks  beneath my outflung hand and
sweeps my legs from beneath me.   Lena immediately launches herself at
my shoulders and before I know it, I'm flat on my back in the cold mud
and the girls are smearing more all over my front.

I struggle briefly, but when cool fingers grasp my flagging erection I
stop to see what  they will do.   Lena sits astride my  chest and Katy
straddles my knees as they begin  to heap mud on my  groin.  Once they
have it piled until it begins to slide from my hips, they plunge their
hands into it and begin to  fondle my cock and  balls, giggling at the
slimy feel of the mud.

Even with the  cooling effect  of the cold  mud, they  soon have Woody
standing  to  attention  and  they  begin  one  of  the  most  bizarre
masturbatory episodes I've ever experienced.   Taking turns, they fill
their cupped hands with  mud and wrap them  around my straining staff.
They rapidly stroke  their hands  up and down  until the  mud squeezes
from between their fingers,  as soon as their  skin comes into contact
with mine they change over and fresh mud is swiftly applied.

As she bends forwards for her turn, Lena exposes  to me one of the few
small areas of  her body  that is not  coated with  mud.   Grinning, I
scoop up a handful of mud and slap it down on her buttocks, rubbing it
into the  relatively  pristine  skin surrounding  her  arsehole.   She
squeals in outrage  but continues  with her  ministrations on  my cock
until the mud in her hands runs out.  She then turns on me and holding
a dripping double handful of mud  over my face as  she asks, "What did
you do that for?"

"Because your  arsehole was  clean." I  respond,  closing my  eyes and
twisting my  head to  the side  as she  lets  the slimy  load go.   It
impacts on the side of my head, a cold trickle running into my ear.

Suddenly, Lena stiffens and cries, "Shit! Look at that."

Katy's hands  freeze and  tighten painfully  on  my cock  as  she sees
whatever Lena has spotted.   "FUCK!" she gasps,  "It could have killed
us."

I shrug the girls from my body and rise to my hands and knees, shaking
my head to clear the mud  from my eyes.  I then  raise my head to look
in the direction of the girls' awed gaze.

When I see what they are  looking at a cold chill  runs down my spine.
Speared completely through  the sides  of the caravan  is a  six meter
sapling as thick as my wrist.  I rise to  my feet and the girls huddle
up to my side, seeking comfort.  I  wrap my arms about their shoulders
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On the side nearest  us, the base of  the young tree  protrudes from a
hole only slightly larger than the spear itself.  Immediately above it
the window is totally undamaged.  Another chill runs down my spine and
I open the door to look inside.  One glance confirms my suspicions and
when they  duck under  my arms  to  clamber inside,  the gasps  of the
girls' tells me they have come to the same conclusion.

I step  up behind  them and  cuddle their  shaking bodies  against me,
shivering with  reaction myself.   The  bare trunk  of the  young tree
passes directly over the  middle of the  empty bed frame,  just over a
foot above the springs.  Anybody who had  been lying on that bed would
not have stood a chance, either  their spines would have been smashed,
or their guts ripped out, as that windborne missile tore through, just
above where the mattress normally is.

"It's a  good thing  Mum told  us  to take  the mattress  up  into the
house." Katy  says  in a  small  voice, pulling  herself  even tighter
against me.

"I would have  made us sleep  up there anyway."  I say  in reply, "The
house has been  there for  years and I'd  never trust  a caravan  to a
storm unless I had to."

Suddenly Katy giggles,  a trifle  hysterically, "Can you  imagine what
Mum and Dad would  have found if we  had been down here,  if we'd been
asleep like we were up there?  No clothes and your dick between Lena's
legs."

"What about, if Geoff was fucking you and that stick went right up his
arse?" Lena giggles.

"What if you were on top  and it went up your pussy  and it ripped his
dick off and the end stuck out of your mouth?" Katy says, as she tries
to outdo Lena in thinking up bizarrely macabre ways for the sapling to
have killed us.

"What about," Lena begins.

"Enough!" I cry as I feel my balls climbing to look for somewhere safe
to hide.  (Behind my  sternum, maybe.)  "That's quite  enough.   I can
think of plenty of ways for that thing  to have killed us, without you
two trying to scare Woody half to death."

Both girls stare at my  crotch and giggle, "Looks  like he's gone into
hiding already." Lena says.

I look down, between the cold and their gruesome suggestions, it looks
like I have  already been  emasculated.  My  balls are  drawn up tight
against my body and my cock is so shrunken that it is invisible within
my mud filled pubic hair.

"I thought your balls only did that when  you were ready to cum." Katy
says curiously.

"And when someone  talks about them  being ripped off."  I reply, "Men
are strange like that.  You can beat the shit out of most men and they
won't make a  noise, but  you only  have to  talk about  hurting their
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"Oh wow!" Katy says, "You mean they're really that easy to hurt?"

"Think about how good  your clit feels,  just before you  cum." I say,
"Now turn all that pleasure into  pain.  That's what  it feels like if
you hurt a man's balls."

"Ouch!" they both wince in sympathy.

"So, if I  wanted to get  away from  a man, I  should kick  him in the
balls."  Lena says.

"Only if  you really  mean to  hurt  him," I  reply, "because  you can
easily do permanent damage.  If you do, do it, make sure you do a good
job, because if he can still move  afterwards, he's going to be madder
than a  half cut  bull.   If  you can,  you're much  better  off, just
hitting him in the nose.  You'll blind him  long enough for you to get
away and he won't be anywhere near as mad."

"Oh!"

"Exactly." I say, "Now why don't  we go and see  what else the storm's
done."

They nod in agreement and I lead the way  from the 'van.  Outside they
press up against my sides and we  continue walking around the 'van and
house.  A  little way  into the bush  behind the  house, Katy  spies a
bizarrely truncated tree.  "Oh wow Lena, look at that."

"What did that?" Lena asks me, looking  up at the frayed looking stump
of what was once a magnificent ironbark.

"Buggered if I know," I reply.

"Lightning," Katy replies  smugly, "It's  so hot,  that all  the water
inside the tree boils at once and it explodes."

"Smart arse." I say, lightly cuffing the back of her muddy head.

She grins up  at me  and we  continue onwards.   Everywhere  there are
signs of the storm's  ferocity, several trees  are completely uprooted
and innumerable  others  show seeping,  crimson  wounds,  where entire
branches, some up  to a  foot in  diameter, have  been ripped  free of
their parent tree.  Everywhere we  look, something bizarre catches our
eye:  A thirty meter tree totally denuded of all it's branches, except
for a single, whip thin, twig  half way up, still  bearing all of it's
leaves;  Three trees all leaning in  on each other, in mutual support,
their roots half exposed;   An uprooted tree,  almost entirely intact,
hanging, upside down from the branches of  another;  A crab pot caught
in the fork of a tree, still with a live mud crab inside;

As we pull the wire trap down from the tree,  Katy tells me that a two
thousand acre paddock,  lies between  us and  the nearest  place where
people set their pots and one again I'm struck by the awesome force of
the storm.  Once we have it down, Katy gets me to hold it up while she
looks at the underside.

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"So, what does that mean?" I ask.

"It's a  girl  crab," she  explains,  "you're supposed  to  throw them
back."

Curious, I raise the cage like  trap and look at  the underside of the
crab, "How can you tell the difference?"

Katy points at  the crab's broad  triangular tail, which  is folded up
underneath it. "See  how big  the tail  is?   A male  only has  a tiny
little one."

"I see." I say, "So what are we going to do with her?"

"Eat her." Katy grins, "Who's going to know?"

"You can't eat  her!" Lena cries  heatedly, "She  survived being blown
all the way here and now you want to kill her.  I won't let you."

"She's right,  you know?"  I say,  "It  would be  a pretty  lousy end.
Maybe she didn't come from Kansas but she certainly landed in Oz."

Lena giggles as Katy groans and says, "I  suppose you want to call her
Dorothy?"

"Why not?" I grin back, "Anyway, if we can keep her alive long enough,
we really should put her back in the water."

"I guess so."  Katy replies,  then grins,  impishly, "Maybe  we should
just paint her claws and give her ruby nippers."

It is my turn to groan as Lena giggles and I  wonder if it was wise to
fall in love with someone who laughs at puns.  What other nasty habits
might she have?

The next thing we find is  the can from the  thunderbox and right next
to it is the seat, still with a soggy roll of tissue hanging from it's
holder.

"Oh good," Lena says, "I'm gonna need that soon."

"Well you can carry it then." I tell her.

She wrinkles her nose at me and says, "At least it's empty."

"Yeah well, just don't think about  what might be squidging up between
your toes when you walk over there." Katy warns.

Lena immediately gives  a little  squeal and looks  down at  her feet,
"Don't say that!"  she cries, "Something  squidges every  step and now
I'm going to think about that  all the time."   She gingerly makes her
way over  to the  empty shit  can  and brings  it and  the  seat back,
carefully examining her path every step of the way.

We make our  way back  to the  house and  deposit our  burdens, before
walking down towards the dam.  We stand at the edge of the water and I
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away.  A wicked thought suddenly  enters my mind and  I say, "You know
there's really only  one way we're  going to get  this mud  out of our
hair."

Katy looks up at me suspiciously. "How?"

Not giving them a chance to  run, I grab a wrist in  each hand and say
"We take a bath." I jerk the girls off  their feet and before they can
recover I  begin  dragging  them,  protesting  vociferously,  into the
water.  Maybe  it's because  we are  already a  little chilled  by the
rain, but  the water  does not  seem as  cold as  it was  the previous
morning.   Still  Katy struggles  fiercely  and almost  slips  from my
grasp.

A second later, the point is moot, as I find the original dam bank and
the water suddenly goes from knee deep, to over my head, as I loose my
footing on the steep  slippery slope.  When  I rise to  the surface, I
find both girls  treading water nearby  and they  immediately shove me
back under.  Flailing about under the water I manage to snag an ankle,
but instead of trying to jerk  her beneath the surface,  I run my free
hand up her leg  and explore the  pussy I find  at the top.   No hair,
good, I rise a  little higher, pull Katy's  belly to my  lips and blow
air into her navel, causing her  to duck herself.   She snatches at me
and I let her go and stroke like hell away from her.

When I rise to the surface I see Lena crawling from the water.  I swim
over towards her,  but she  manages to jerk  her heel  from between my
fingers and  scrambles away.   I  clamber  after her  and  give chase,
catching her as she trips on some  hidden obstruction.  I throw myself
down beside her  and pull her  into my lap.   Giggling,  she avoids my
lips for a few moments, hen mashes hers against mine in a hungry kiss.

A tightening of  her lips,  as she grins  into my  mouth, is  the only
warning she gives  me, as  she shifts  her hands  to my  shoulders and
pushes me  over backwards  into the  foot  deep water.   Before  I can
recover and make a grab for her, she skips away and stands just out of
reach, turning and running for the house when I rise to my feet.

Katy waits for me near the  edge of the water, a  dripping ball of mud
in her hands.  "Katy," I  growl ominously, "If I have  to go back into
that water, I'm not going alone."

She surveys  the slippery  expanse of  mud behind  her, where  Lena is
rising from her hands and knees  and considers her options.  Grinning,
she lets the slimy  ball drop from her  hands and stoops  to rinse her
hands clean.   On her  way past, returning  to wash  the mud  from her
hands and  legs,  Lena pokes  a  stiffened finger  into  Katy's pussy,
causing her to squeal and measure her length in the ankle deep water.

Katy scrambles to her feet, a vengeful look in her eye as she advances
on Lena.   Shrieking in mock  terror, Lena runs  over to  me and hides
behind my back.  "Save me,  oh save me." she cries  in a squeaky voice
full of laughter.

"He can't  save.."  Katy begins  in  a basso  voice,  then  breaks off
coughing. "shit  that hurts."  she  mutters rubbing  her  throat, then
continues in her normal voice, "save you.  I know his secret weakness.
I only  have to  do this"  she cups  her hand  and brings  her fingers


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together with a  vicious crushing  twist, "and  he'll gladly  hand you
over to me."

"No, No," I  cry, clutching  my balls  and sinking  to my  knees, "not
that.  Take her, take her, just spare my wretched manhood."

"Some  bloody  knight  in  shining  armour   you  are."  Lena  mutters
disgustedly, as she steps around me to do battle with Katy, shoving me
over sideways as she passes.

"If I had my  shining armour," I  say, "her magical  gesture would not
affect me, but naked, I am powerless before her mystical might."

"Hey that's pretty good." Lena  giggles, turning to look  at me.  Katy
takes advantage  of  her  distraction and  knocks  her  legs  out from
beneath her.

Lena rises with fire in her eyes and I hastily intervene, "O.K. that's
enough, you're even.  Now let's get  inside, before my balls really do
drop off."

"They're not  allowed  to," Katy  cries,  "you haven't  fucked  me yet
today."

"You'd better ask Lena then," I tell her, "They belong to her now."

"Huh?" Katy stares at Lena, "Since when?"

"Since this morning." I reply.

"Oh!" she looks a little lost, "Don't you love me any more?"

"Of course I do," I answer,  "I just found out I  love Lena more, much
more."

"Enough to marry her?"

"Yes, I think so," I reply seriously, "but  it'll be a while before we
can even consider that."

"That's all right then."  Katy chirps, "I  don't want to  marry YOU, I
just want to fuck you.  Can I Lena?"

I look at Lena and she has a dazed look on  her face as she mouths two
words over and over again.

"Lena!" Katy says a little louder to catch her friend's attention.

"Marry me?" se murmurs dazedly, then snaps back to herself, "Uh, sure.
You found him for me.  I'm not going to  stop you now, just because he
wants to marry me.  It wouldn't be fair."

"In that case," Katy  says, "what are  we standing around  in the rain
for?"

"Because we're stupid." I say and taking them by the hand, I lead them
up towards the house.  We  rinse our muddy feet in  the bath then head
inside to the  warmth of the  kitchen.  Fortunately,  Katy had already


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opened the fire  up before  our trip  outside and  a roaring  blaze is
going in the fire box and  the kettle is singing  merrily a strong jet
of steam, streaming from the spout.  I  shut down the dampers a little
and picking up a warm towel I hold it ready for Lena to step into.

Whether she is being considerate of our feelings for each other, or is
simply cold, Katy does not wait for me but  grabs a towel and rubs the
moisture from her body, then begins making drinks for us all.

Meanwhile Lena purrs  delightedly, leaning into  my hands  as I gently
towel her dry.  When I finish she takes the towel from me and wraps it
in a turban around her head and selects a fresh, warm, dry towel to do
me.

Lena takes her time and turns drying me into a sensuous massage.  Once
the towel is  low enough,  she keeps her  small breasts  pressed to my
skin as  she works  her  way lower,  her  lips following  behind  in a
blazing trail, as  she works  her way  down my  back, stopping  as her
mouth reaches  the base  of my  spine.   With a  teasing flick  of her
tongue, she briskly rubs my legs dry and turns me around.

Starting once more at  the top, she  blots the moisture  from my face,
and kisses the tip  of my nose.   Following the  descending towel, she
presses her lips  to mine, briefly  licking them before  moving on the
suck the end of my chin.   Moving lower she  sends chills running down
my spine as  she opens  her mouth and  gently closes  her teeth  on my
adam's apple.  Tortuously, she continues  onwards, gently biting at my
shoulders and collar bones on her way to  my nipples.  Once there, she
pauses with  her lips  gently nursing  on my  hardening nipple  as she
works the towel lower.  As it clears my navel, she presses her tits to
my belly and moves  her torso in small  circles as she  moves her lips
from one nipple to  the other.  At  the same time she  wraps the towel
around my engorged manhood and balls, gently squeezing, she blots them
dry and lets  the towel fall  to the floor.   Finally  she abandons my
nipples and leaves  a swift  trail of feather  light kisses,  down the
centerline of my belly, mercifully, she  skips my navel, intent on the
end of her journey.

Reaching it, she  leaves a  fiery trail of  nibbling kisses  along the
sensitive underside of my straining shaft and moves on to my depending
balls.  Holding her lips in a small ring,  she attaches them to one of
my nuts and  begins sucking hard.   Through some  unknown mechanism of
sensitivity, she keeps the pressure just  below the threshold of pain,
relaxing her lips, just enough to allow my throbbing testicle to enter
her mouth.   Releasing it,  she gives the  same treatment  to my other
ball, having to nuzzle up close to my body to reach it.

A few seconds later,  she presses her lips  to the tip of  my cock and
draws it into her mouth in exactly the  same fashion,  her lips nearly
as tight  around  my shaft  as  her  arsehole.   A  moment  later, she
swallows the tip  of my cock  and kisses the  hair at the  base, and I
have to  strain mightily,  to prevent  myself  from blowing  there and
then.

"Hey!" Katy cries, "I thought it was my turn next."

Lena pulls away, with a long  drawn out sucking slurp,  and I groan at
the strain of holding  back my cum.   "I'm just getting  him ready for


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you." Lena replies defensively, maintaining her grip on the base of my
shaft.

"Yeah right!"  Katy scoffs,  "Any readier  and I'll  have to  stick my
fingers down your throat to get his cum."

"Maybe I  should make  you  wait for  the  next load."  Lena  says and
teasingly moves her lips to surround the twitching tip of my cock, not
quite touching it, her breath hot on my distended glans.

"No way!   I want this  one." Katy cries  and pushes  Lena's face away
from my groin.

Grinning Lena releases  her grip  on my  cock and  backs away  as Katy
moves in and engulfs my cock  to the root, in one  swift motion.  "You
better slow down or it'll be my turn again." Lena warns.

Katy jerks back and  gives Lena a dirty  look.  "I'll  wait then." she
declares.  She rises, leads me  over to sit at the  table and hands me
my cup of tea.

She then  becomes a  perfect example  of bustling  domesticity, moving
about the kitchen, she gathers up a carton  of eggs, some butter and a
loaf of bread.  She puts three plates into the bottom of the open oven
to warm and butters the bread on both sides,  then uses an egg ring to
punch holes in the center of each slice.  She then drops the pieces of
bread onto the stove and breaks an egg  into the center of each slice.
A minute or  so later  she flips them  over and  gets the  plates out,
lining them up on  the bench beside the  stove.  She  lifts the cooked
slices onto the plates and hands one to Lena, Gathering up a knife and
fork, she brings mine  and hers over to  the table and  sets them both
before me.  In less than five minutes,  she has prepared a simple, but
delicious, cooked breakfast.

By the  single knife  and fork  I gather  that she  wishes to  feed me
herself, so I pull  my chair back from  the table to give  her room to
climb up into my lap.  Instead of just  perching on my knee, she first
shoves me around until I'm slumped in the chair and when she climbs up
she fits the tip of my cock against her little hole and forces herself
down it's length, until the knob presses against her cervix.  Grunting
she strains to lower her self further, I lift my hands to her hips and
pull downwards until the  neck of her uterus  grudgingly gives way and
snaps tight on my shaft just below the flare of my glans.

"Now we  can eat."  she declares  and  with my  help, pulls  the table
towards us.

Lena throws Katy  a good  natured glare over  the rim  of her  mug and
picks up one of  the golden circles of  toast.  Katy feeds  me one and
I'm amazed at it's texture, light, slightly  crispy and fluffy.  It is
totally unlike  toast  and reminds  me  of my  childhood  days  and my
grandparents take-away shop, when she would  drop pieces of bread into
the hot fat and then feed them too me. (Supposedly this was to test if
the oil was hot  enough, but I  seem to recall  my grandmother saying,
'I'd better check the oil.' whenever I entered the front of the shop.)

I'm brought out of my reverie  by a fork poking into  the corner of my
mouth, opening it I accept a mouthful of  egg.  Nothing special, it is


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still delicious and  I wash  it down with  a mouthful  of tea  as Katy
forks a piece into  her mouth.  As  Katy feeds me, I  let my hand drop
into her lap and trace the taught skin  at the entrance to her vagina.
About halfway through the first egg, she  begins to rotate her hips in
small slow circles and I idly flick her  half hard clit with my thumb.
By the time she begins on the second egg, her gyrations are faster and
her clit is a rock solid little shaft.

I give it an  extra hard flick and  she gasps, dropping  the knife and
fork with a clatter onto the  plate.  She grips the  edge of the table
and lifts her feet, gaining  enough purchase with he  toes on the edge
of the seat, to lift herself off my cock.  I  let her rise up and down
a few times, then as soon as I feel her cervix relax, I wait until she
is at the top of her  stroke, then move my  legs outwards, pushing her
toes off the seat and causing  her to drop down  hard, impaling her on
my rigid prong.

She shrieks in  surprise and  thumps me  in the  ribs with  her elbow.
"What did you do that for?"

"Because you haven't finished feeding me yet." I reply grinning.

"Here!" she cries,  quickly sawing  off a piece  of toast  and egg and
shoving it towards my face.

I duck the miss  aimed tines and  chide, "Slowly, Slowly.   The longer
you wait the better, it'll be."

Her only  response  is,  "Huh!"  but  she  slows  down  and  continues
alternating the mouthfuls between herself and me.

Over the top of  Katy's head, I  watch Lena shovel  her breakfast into
her mouth  and disappear  beneath the  table,  still chewing  her last
bite.  A few seconds later  I feel her hands on my  knees, I look down
into her grinning face and say, "Don't let her cum."

Katy drops the  cutlery and folds  her arms  declaring, "Feed yourself
then."

I ignore the knife and fork and pick up what's left of the second last
egg and wolf it down, just in time to  catch Katy's hands as she drops
them and tries to bring herself off.  I  hold her hands pressed to her
waist, striving to reduce the amplitude  of her gyrations.  Between my
legs I can feel Lena's  tongue, as it traces  the strained junction of
Katy's and my body.   I pull  Katy back to  my chest and  hook my chin
over her shoulder, as I watch Lena at work.

She alternates  between tracing  the strained  tissue,  surrounding my
buried shaft, with the tip of her  tongue and lightly flicking the tip
of Katy's blood filled  clit, keeping up a  level of stimulation, that
is not quite enough  to drive Katy over  the edge.   As Lena's teasing
actions continue, Katy's motions  become more frenzied  and, when Lena
lowers her  tongue to  where my  prick  pierces Katy's  reddened quim,
Katy's wild hip movements drive her extended clitoris up Lena's nose.

Katy gives an excited gasp, as Lena pulls snorting and cries, "Oh wow,
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"Like it?" I ask.

"Uh-huh, it felt good."  she says, rotating her  hips and stirring her
insides.

"Lena," I begin and without  waiting for me to  finish, she answers my
unspoken question, by  leaning forwards  and fitting her  nostril over
the tip of Katy's swollen clit.   Immediately, Katy starts rocking her
hips back and forth fucking her oversized clit into Lena's nose.

Lena giggles at the strange sensation, and says, "This is so weird.  I
thought I'd run out of holes to fuck when  you did my arsehole and now
I've got three more."

"Three?" I  ask as  I look  on  at the  strange sight  of  Katy's clit
plunging in and out of Lena's nostril.

"Uh-huh." she replies, pulling  her head back and  thrusting her other
nostril down over Katy's clit. "Two now,  but I'm still trying to work
out how to get it in my ears."

"So what if your friends ask if you're a virgin?"

Lena giggles, "Would that be a hoot?" she says and begins an imaginary
conversation with  a friend,  "'Are you  a virgin?'  'Only in  my left
ear.' 'Huh?' 'Only in my left ear.  I saved that so I wouldn't have to
lie to Mum.'  'Let me  get this  straight, you've  been fucked  in the
pussy and your bum and your mouth and  your right ear.' 'And my nose.'
'That's sick!'"

She'd pulled her  head back to  give this little  performance and Katy
takes advantage of my  laughter, to wrench  her hands free  of my grip
and grasps Lena's  head, "Shut  up and  let me  fuck you,"  she hisses
through clenched teeth,  "I need  to cum."   She  then begins  to rock
Lena's head back and forth, forcing her nostril over her clit.

"Ouch!  Go easy, you don't have to break my nose." Lena cries, jerking
back as  Katy gets  a little  overenthusiastic  and bumps  the  end of
Lena's nose on her pubic bone.

Lena disentangles Katy's fingers  from her hair and  pushes them aside
before fitting her nose back over Katy's clit.  Immediately she begins
thrusting her hips back and forth and I have  to press down on them to
restrain her movements and once more Lena pulls back rubbing her nose,
saying, "This isn't going to work.  Let's just keep teasing her."

"Noooo!" Katy cries  thrusting a hand  between her  legs and furiously
massaging her clit.

I grin down at Lena and  trap Katy's hands, causing her  to cry out in
protest again.  She  begins writhing in my  grasp and I  cross my arms
across her body and push down on her thighs, gaining some semblance of
control.  Lena then pushes  her face back between  our legs and flicks
her tongue across the tip of Katy's throbbing clit, making her buck so
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"Fucking bastards!" she  starts screaming  obscenities at us,  "If you
don't let me cum, I'm going to fucking kill  you.  Just you wait until
I've got your cock in my mouth you fucking cunt."

Lena lifts her  hand to  Katy's crotch and  flicks her  distended clit
with her fingernail.   "Arghhhh, you  bitch, I'll fucking  get you for
that.  Suck it.  Yes like that.  Noooo!  You bitch."

Katy continues on  the same vein  for another couple  of minutes while
Lena continues to  tease her  hugely distended,  ultra-sensitive clit,
before she finally goes silent and relaxes in  my grasp.  By this time
her pussy is leaking her slick  juices all over my lap  and I can feel
them running down beside my balls to pool  on the chair under my arse.
Her vagina is a  lava hot, silken  sheath wrapped around  my shaft and
tiny spasms continuously ripple along it's length.

I allow  Katy a  few moments  to  rest and  nod  to Lena.    She leans
forwards and pulls  Katy's visibly  pulsating clitoris into  her mouth
and at the same time I release Katy's hands and move mine to her hips.
I quickly lift her upwards, wrenching my cock  free of her womb with a
painful snapping sensation  and begin  fucking her up  and down  on my
shaft.  Each stroke I lift  her until the head  my cock barely remains
lodged within her tight sheath, then  lower her till her cervix kisses
my glans.

As my cock  pulls free of  her cervix, Katy  throws her  head back and
emits a  piercing shriek,  only inches  from my  ear, which  rises and
falls in pitch  each time  my rock  hard shaft  enters and  leaves her
body.  Abruptly, she cuts off mid scream and her eyes roll back in her
head as her pussy goes into major spasms  around my buried prick.  Her
legs straighten convulsively and come together with an audible slap on
ether side of  Lena's head.   Lena however  maintains her  lip lock on
Katy's clit as I continue to  pound her up and down,  though now it is
as if a fist grips my  shaft and my cock almost buckles  as I pull her
downwards.

Katy's vagina, rhythmically  clenches and  relaxes continuously around
my driving shaft, rapidly driving  me towards my own  climax and it is
only a matter of nine or ten thrusts before my balls spill over and my
burning hot jism makes it's searing journey through my throbbing shaft
to forcefully splash  against her cervix.   As my  body gathers itself
for the second, exquisitely painful spasm I drive my hips up as I pull
Katy downwards.

Katy's orgasm, which had begun to  wane, crashes over her with renewed
vigour and  the  last  of the  air  in  her lungs  is  expelled  in an
animalistic howl  of pure  pleasure as  the  head of  my  cock plunges
through the excruciatingly  tight neck  of her uterus  and I  pump the
remainder of my burning load directly into her womb.
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Long after  the last  of  my semen  has  jetted into  her  uterus, the
rippling contractions of her  vagina sustain my  orgasm, each rhythmic
squeeze of her  muscular sheath  causes another dry  spasm to  rack my
body.  Only when  her body goes limp  from lack of air  and she slumps
unconscious in  my grasp,  do her  contractions  cease and  my burning
prostrate ceases it's futile pumping.




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With a groan of  relief, I pull  Katy's boneless form  back against my
chest  and  gently  massage  her  torso,  from  her  shoulder  to  her
protruding hip bones, as I wait for her to recover.  Between our legs,
Lena continues to  nurse upon  Katy's clit as  it retracts  within its
hood, though she does  push Katy's legs  aside and lifts  her hands to
massage her reddened ears.

Thirty seconds or  so later,  Katy groans and  her eyes  flutter open.
Carefully, she tilts  her head forward  and groaning  again, lifts her
hands to push Lena's  head away from  her overly sensitive  clit.  She
opens her mouth  to speak,  but only a  incoherent rasp  emerges.  She
uses both hands  to reach for  my mug and  carefully brings  it to her
lips, but her hands  tremble so much that  the rim of  the mug rattles
against her teeth.  I steady her with my  hand over hers and she gulps
down the last few mouthfuls of the cooling tea.

Setting the cup back on the table, she looks back down at Lena rubbing
her ears and says,  "serves you right."   She then twists  her head to
look up at me, "And you, you bastard, I  should rip your balls off and
shove them up your arse."

"Is that  any way  for a  little  girl to  speak?" I  chide teasingly,
"Wasn't it worth it in the end?"

"Yeah, but I still feel like doing something painful to get you back."
she says and reaches down to gingerly touch her clit.  "Fuck my clit's
sore, what did you do to it Lena?  Try to bite it off?"

"No, just chewed on it a little." Lena replies grinning, "God you made
a mess, your cum's dripping onto the floor."

"Well, what the fuck do you expect, when you tease me like that?" Katy
asks.

"A drink, if Geoff will get  his cock out of  there." Lena grins back,
then not waiting  for a response  she leans forward  and positions her
mouth near Katy's  cunt while she  hooks a finger  behind my softening
member and pulls it free.

The sensation of Katy's tight, rubbery  cervix rolling over the hyper-
sensitised head of my  penis causes me to  groan.  As soon  as my cock
leaves the confines  of Katy's  tight vagina,  Lena fastens  her mouth
over Katy's pussy and laps up the mixture of my semen and Katy's sweet
juices, driving her tongue up inside to get as much as possible.

Within seconds, Katy  begins to squirm  on Lena's  talented tongue and
lifts her hands to hold Lena's head in place.  I slip two fingers down
beside Lena's  nose  and begin  to  massage Katy's  labia,  one finger
either side of  her clit.   Without placing any  direct stimulation on
the sensitive bud, I squeeze it  between Katy's pliable pussy lips and
induce it to  harden and extend  until the engorged,  nerve filled tip
brushes against Lena's soft cheek.

Katy leans her head back on my shoulder,  her eyes closed as she makes
contented little noises.  She briefly  relinquishes her hold on Lena's
head to take  my free  hand and lift  it to  her little  pink nipples.
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as she  returns  her hands  to  Lena's scalp  and  encourages  Lena by
pulling her mouth tighter against her drooling pussy.

As Katy's arousal heightens,  I slip my fingers  between her pussy and
Lena's lips,  wetting the  tips inside  her clasping  vagina.   When I
return them to the vicinity  of her elongated clit,  I gently take the
small shaft between  the tips  and pull  on it,  allowing it  to slide
between my slick digits until it pops free.   With my other hand, I do
the same thing to her tiny nipples, catching first one, then the other
between my fingers  and pulling,  until the  hard little  nubbins slip
free.

Over and over again, I gently  tweak Katy's nipples and clitoris, each
repetition, causing he outcries to become more urgent, as we drive her
closer to a second orgasm.   As that climax  approaches, I release the
blood filled shaft of Katy's clitoris and gently tug upwards on Lena's
fringe.  She understands my  meaning and lifts her  lips to engulf the
tumescent little  member,  while  at  the  same  time  insinuating her
fingers into the  tight confines  of Katy's vaginal  sheath.   As Lena
begins to slowly slide her fingers in and  out of Katy's slick cunt, I
use both hands  on her  crinkled little  titties, catching  the pebbly
protrusions between my thumbs  and the tips of  the first two fingers,
gently squeezing and pulling them away from her body.

It only takes as few seconds of Lena's incredibly agile tongue working
on her clit, to send Katy  over the edge.  As her  mouth opens and the
first cries of  release emerge,  I increase the  pressure on  her tiny
nipples and she arches her back in response.  Drained by the intensity
of her first  orgasm, Katy shudders  weakly for  about twenty seconds,
then collapses against my chest, totally exhausted.

Releasing her  tiny nipples,  I gently  push  Lena's head  from Katy's
crotch, pull her fingers from her  pussy and lift them to  my lips,  I
then extend  my  tongue  and  lick  them  clean  of  Katy's  ambrosial
secretions.  I  then turn Katy  in my lap  and lower my  lips to hers,
gently kissing her as  she wraps her arms  around my neck  and hugs me
tight.

When she releases me, I slip my arm under her knees and carry her into
the lounge room, where I lay  her down on the couch.   Lena hands me a
blanket and I tuck it round Katy's weary body.

As Lena begins moving about the room, straitening things up, I turn on
the TV and check the phone.  There is no dial  tone when I pick up the
receiver, so I  help Lena  in her cleaning,  while I  wait for  a news
report.

By the time we have the room tidy and the mattress leaning against the
wall, with the bedding folded behind  it, Katy is fast asleep, snoring
softly.  "Come on," I say, "we'd better check the windows."

We already know  the windows  in the  lounge and  the kitchen  are all
right, which really only leaves Jane and James' bedroom.  As soon as I
open the door, I see the broken glass and puddles under the window and
the crimson velour curtains are almost  black, from about head height,
down to the floor.

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She stops  clear of  the glass  and  reaches out  to pull  the curtain
aside.  "Oh wow!"  she cries and  stops moving the  curtain, leaving a
gap too small for me to see through.

I move to stand beside her and take the heavy drape from her nerveless
fingers.  Pulling them aside another six inches, I too see what she is
gazing at in  awe.  Two  of the eight  inch square panes  of glass are
smashed from their frames, but it is one  in the center that holds our
rapt attention.   At  some time  or another,  somebody has  replaced a
broken pane with reinforced safety glass  and neatly piercing it, is a
small twig about half the diameter of a pen.

With disbelieving fingers,  I reach up  and gently tug  on the strange
missile.   It  is  firmly wedged  in  place,  with  about  four inches
protruding into the room.  "Shit," I  finally say, after staring at it
for over a minute, "that's incredible."

"Uh huh!" Lena absently agrees, as she reaches up to finger the point,
where the twig penetrates the glass.  "How'd it happen?"

"I don't  know." I  answer, slipping  my arm  around her  shoulder and
hugging her tight against my  side. "I guess it's  because of the wire
holding the glass together and the stick  hitting it just right.  Come
on let's find something to block those holes and clean this mess up."

Dropping the curtain seems to break a spell and Lena starts shivering,
as I turn her away from the window and lead her back into the kitchen.
I leave her sitting  on a chair, pulled  up close to the  fire.  I get
the mop and a dustpan and brush from their place beside the fridge and
take them into the bedroom.  Lena begins to  rise, to follow me, but I
wave her back into he seat and go into the bedroom alone.

I quickly clean up the debris, and mop  up the excess water, then lift
the curtain aside,  once more  stopping to  stare as  I wonder  at the
power of nature.   Eventually I shake  my head and  quickly remove the
rest of the broken glass from the frame.

Refusing to look  at the hypnotically  captivating oddity,  I turn and
leave the room, meeting  Lena just outside  the door, as  she comes to
see what is taking  me so long.   She takes the mop  and brush from me
and follows me out  onto the verandah, where  I dump the  glass in the
bin.  Leaving  the mop  and things beside  the door  we head  down the
stairs to look for something to block the window.

Halfway down the stairs, Lena  cries, "I'll be down  in a minute." and
runs back inside.

While I'm waiting  I rummage  about under the  house and  find a waxed
cardboard fruit carton.   Then as  I start going  through the toolbox,
Lena arrives, carrying a roll of toilet  paper. "Can you get the dunny
fixed up?" she asks, "I really need to go."

"Sure." I say, abandoning the toolbox, to go and get the can and seat.
In the  partially  finished area  under  the house,  I  stack  up some
concrete blocks, set  the seat  on top and  slide the  can underneath.
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lay a path from the slab to the bottom of the stairs, so that we don't
have to worry about getting our feet muddy.

Once the path is complete, I  return to the battery  room and the tool
box, where I find a Stanley knife and a staple  gun.  I cut two pieces
of cardboard about  a foot square  and joined by  Lena, I  head up the
stairs.

We stop in the bathroom to clean our feet and  I wet a cloth with warm
water and soap  it up.   Lena giggles  as I  place a  hand between her
shoulder blades and bends  much further than necessary,  so that I can
clean her little pink ring.  Taking advantage of her exposed position,
I begin at her clit, sliding the slippery, well soaped cloth, back and
forth along her slit until she is squirming with pleasure.

I then lift the cloth to her, slightly  soiled anus and wipe it clean,
using my finger to push the cloth about an inch inside.  Next, I rinse
the cloth clean,  this time  with cold water  and without  wringing it
out, I slap it on her pussy and  arsehole, causing her to jerk upright
and squeal with outrage.  Grinning at  her indignant glare, I turn the
hot water back on and warm up the cloth, before wiping the last of the
soap from her pussy and tight little bum hole.

To mollify her, I  get her to  lean on the  side of the  bath, while I
kneel behind her and perform a quick taste test.  I begin at her clit,
flicking it back and forth with my tongue,  until I feel it harden and
extend from within  it's sheath.   Next I  slip my  tongue between her
prominent inner  labia  and  lap up  the  delectable  juices  that are
beginning to pool within.  Pointing  my tongue, I drive  it as deep as
possible into her vagina,  collecting more of her  ambrosial fluids as
they begin to form.

As I withdraw my tongue, Lena moans softly and disappointment, pushing
back towards me, in an  attempt to recapture my  tongue.  Ignoring her
invitation I  lap  onwards  towards the  base  of  her  spine, briefly
pausing at her puckered ring to give it  a quick flick with my tongue.
She giggles as I  tickle the tip of  her tail bone with  the tip of my
tongue, then  sighs  as I  return  to her  pink/brown  anus  and start
circling it, just outside the line where her skin begins to darken.

I work  inwards, in  a slowly  contracting spiral,  until I  reach the
winking eye at the  center, then without warning  I drive my stiffened
tongue inside.  And just as abruptly withdraw it, spitting.

"What's wrong?" Lena asks, with a  barely suppressed giggle, as I rise
and stick my head in the sink. "Didn't you wash it properly?"

I thoroughly rinse my mouth out before replying, "No, too well, I just
got a mouthful of soap."

Lena lets herself go, sinking to her knees and resting her head on the
cool rim  of the  bath  as she  giggles  madly.   Between  whoops, she
manages to gasp out, "I thought you had tasted my shit."

"I almost  wish I  had." I  say.  "Come on  assume the  position."   I
instruct holding up the cloth.

"Is that cold?" she asks, eyeing it suspiciously.


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"No, see." I reply and press it against the back of her neck.

Still chortling occasionally, she uses the side of the bath to support
herself, as she rises  to her feet and  bends at the  waist once more.
Wrapping a corner of  the cloth about  my finger, I  carefully work it
into her tight  little bum hole  and just to  make sure,  I repeat the
process with the remaining three corners of the washcloth.

As I rotate  my wrist for  the last time,  I catch sight  of my watch.
"Come on," I  say slapping  her cute  white bum,  "If we're  quick, we
might catch a news report."

Feigning indignation at the slap, Lena precedes me from the room, with
her nose  in the  air and  stumbles  over the  half inch  step  in the
doorway.   Laughing, I  gather up  the  cardboard and  staple  gun and
follow her, stepping exaggeratedly over the threshold.

We're just in time to catch the news as we enter the lounge and I take
a seat in one  of the armchairs, with  Lena in my lap  as we watch and
listen to the news report.

According to it, the cyclone had hit  us almost dead center, an island
just off shore had  robbed it of  nearly all of  it's forward momentum
and it had spent most of  it's fury overnight.   The rain was expected
to continue at least until the end of the  day and I figure it'll take
another two days for the creeks to subside.  Damage reports were still
sketchy, but  a few  nearby towns  and  stations had  reported missing
roofs and some  stock losses.   And there  had been  a number  of road
accidents, though no one had been killed.

The announcer then goes on to talk of news in other parts of the state
and I shift Lena to the arm of the chair, so  that I can rise and turn
off the telly.  Once again I check the phone, but it is still dead.

Lena follows me,  as I go  to patch the  window and  holds the curtain
aside as I staple the waxed cardboard  into place.  Once I'm finished,
she stares at the window for  so long, that I wonder  if she is caught
up by the twig, like I was.  However a few seconds later she lifts her
arm and points out of the window.  "Is that the phone line?" she asks.

I follow her pointing finger  to a black wire  that extends from under
the eaves,  disappearing  into  the rain  towards  the  road.   "Yeah,
probably." I reply, "Why?"

"Because if it's broken  this side of the  creek, we might  be able to
fix it." she says.

"Oh!" I say, "Well, let's go and see then."

On the verandah, Lena lifts down  a couple of Dri-za-bones, handing me
James' she puts on Jimmy's,  saying, "I got cold  last time."  Jimmy's
gumboots fit her well enough and  I find that Jane's fit  me, so I put
them on too.   We clump down the  stairs to the battery  room, where I
get the Stanley knife and some  insulation tape.  The  only wire I can
find is rather  heavy, but wire  is wire,  so I take  it and  a bit of
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Outside, we  follow the  telephone wire  through  the trees  and about
halfway to the creek we find  the break.  A heavy  branch lying on the
ground, tells us the story  and while Lena goes  looking for the other
end of  the  wire, I  begin  to  prepare the  end  nearest  the house,
stripping the ends back and attaching  lengths of the wire I'd brought
from the house.

While I'm working, Lena  returns, holding the other  end of the break.
She takes the  Stanley knife from  my pocket and  begins preparing it.
Before attaching  the wires  to her  end, I  tie the  rope to  the two
broken ends so that it will take any strain.  I wrap my rough joins in
tape and  then matching  the colours  I join  the ends  together, then
start taping the wires  to the rope, using  up the entire  roll in the
process.

Two minutes later,  we've done  what we can  and return  to the house.
Dumping our  wet weather  gear on  the verandah,  we shake  the excess
water from our hair and head  inside.  I pick up  the receiver and I'm
rewarded with a cracking dial tone.  Giving Lena the thumbs up, I dial
my uncle's number, deciding to get the worst over with first.

It's answered on the first ring and  I hear my mother's worried voice,
"Hello?"

"Hi mum, It's Geoff."

"Geoff!" she shrieks and  I hold the  receiver away from  my ear while
she starts yelling at me.  Across the  room, Lena's grin tells me that
she can hear her too.   "Are you all right?  I've  been trying to ring
you since last night, but you wouldn't  answer and then the phone kept
on ringing engaged.  Why didn't  you answer?  Did  you leave the phone
of the hook?  Are the girls all right.  Is there"

Finally I  yell, "Shut  up and  listen!"  and speak  into  the stunned
silence at  the  other end,  "Every  body's fine.    We  didn't answer
because we  were too  busy getting  the wood  in.   If I'd  stopped to
listen to you,  we would have  got brained by  the hail.   No I didn't
take the phone off the hook,  the line got broken and  Lena and I just
fixed it."

"Where's Katy?"  mum's  voice  is a  little  more  moderated  after my
reassurances, "Her parents called here when  they couldn't get through
to you."

"She's fine, she's  asleep on  the couch.   Do you  have a  number for
them?"

"Yes, but you can only leave a message and they'll call you back." she
gives me the number and I write it down.

"Look Mum,  everybody's  fine,  the worst  damage  is  a  branch stuck
through the  caravan  and a  broken  window.   But  everything's under
control now.   I've still got  to call the  Sheads, so I've  got to go
now.  Don't call here, because we'll be  waiting for Jane and James to
call.  I'll call you again later O.K."

"Are you sure you're  all right?  Do  you have dry clothes?   Have you
got enough food?  You're not cold are you?"


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Exasperatedly I reply,  "We're fine  Mum, the  fire's roaring,  and we
have enough porridge to feed an army.  Now let me go so I can call the
girls' parents."  With  finality I say  "Bye." and hang  up before Mum
can say anything else.

Waving Lena over, I get her to call her  place, before Mum can make up
her mind whether  to call  back or not.   About  thirty seconds elapse
before the phone is answered  and Lena presses in  close, to listen in
on the conversation.

"Hello." a woman's harried voice answers.

"Hello Mrs. Shead it's Geoff here.   Sorry we didn't call earlier, but
the line was  broken and we  just fixed it.   Both girls  are fine but
it's going to be a while before we get out."

"What about the house, is that all right?"

"Yes, just a couple  of broken windows  and they're fixed  now.  We've
got the stove going so we're warm as toast."

"Well, you're doing better than  us then, we lost  half the roof here.
Can I speak to Lena?"

"Sure, here."   I  hand the  phone to  Lena, keeping  my ear  near the
receiver, so that I can hear both sides of the conversation.

"Hi Mum."

"Hello darling, how are you?"

"Great, this is fun."

"Maybe for you, but we lost the roof and I've been helping your father
to get things under cover.   Maybe this time he'll  use screws to hold
the roof down.   Anyway, It's good to  hear that you're O.K..   You be
good for Geoff and do as he says.  Put him back on now, because I want
to get back to your father."

"Mrs Shead." I say.

"Geoff, thanks for  looking after Lena,  I'm glad she  got caught over
there now,  it's a  shambles here.    Have you  got through  to Katy's
parents yet?"

"No, I'm  going to  leave a  message  for them,  as soon  as  I finish
speaking to you."

"O.K. well I  won't keep  you.   Besides I've  got to  get back  to my
husband. Bye."

"Bye."

I drop the receiver  back in the  cradle and start  counting out loud.
On the count of seven it starts ringing.   Picking it up, I don't wait
for the caller  to identify  themselves, but  begin speaking,  "Mum, I
said I'd call you back once I'd heard from Jane and James."


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"But I'm worried about you."

"And they're not about Katy?  Now hang up and let me try to call them.
No, on second thoughts let me speak to Uncle Liam."

"But I just want to be sure you're O.K."

"Mum," I all but yell, "get me Uncle Liam."

"Are you  sure.." her  voice trails  off and  I hear  the sounds  of a
scuffle.

"Hi Geoff, I heard that.  What do you want?"

"My mother to leave the bloody phone alone.   We're fine, but I'd like
the opportunity to let others know too.  Do  you think you can do that
for me?"

"Not a problem, how long do you want?"

"Forever." I mutter, "Long enough to get a message through to Jane and
James and for them  to call back.   I call after I've  spoken to them.
Look, I don't care if you tie her up, just keep her off the phone so I
can let Katy's parent's know she's safe."

"O.K. bye."

"I love y"<click> Mum's voice is cut off as my uncle hangs up.

'Yeah right.'   Translation: I can't  manage your life  very well from
this side of the creek, but I'm going to try anyway.

I dial the  number my mother  gave me, and  keep dialling  until I get
through.

"Hello." a man's voice answers and in the background I can hear a hub-
bub of noise and the sound of phones ringing. "Emergency Accommodation
Message Centre, how can I help you?"

"Hello, my name  is Geoff Lyndon  and I'm trying  to get  a message to
Jane or James O'Conner, I'm looking after their daughter and I've just
managed to get the  phone working.  Can  you tell them  that she's all
right and the phones working again?"

"Hang on a sec I think I can do better than that."  he muffles his end
of the  line, but  I can  still hear  him,  "Andy can  you see  if the
O'Conners are still waiting?" <pause> "Yeah that's them."

He then begins talking  to me again, "You  should be able  to speak to
them in a  minute, I've got  them here on  an alert list.   Yeah, here
they are now."

A couple  of seconds  later Janes  worried  voice comes  on  the line,
"Geoff?  How is everything? How's Katy? Can I speak to her?"

"Everything's fine, Katy's asleep."  I say to Jane,  then covering the
mouthpiece I continue, "Lena, wake Katy up, her mother want's to speak


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to her."  While Lena  wakes Katy, I continue,  "We weathered it pretty
well here, just a couple of broken  panes in your bedroom, but they're
patched now.  A branch took out the phone  line last night, but it was
this side of the creek, so we've sort of got it fixed for now.  Here's
Katy." I hand the receiver to a still bleary eyed little girl.

"Hi Mum."  "Yeah I'm fine. I'm just tired."  "Yeah, it was pretty bad.
You should see the  caravan.  It's got  a tree right  through it, just
over the bed."  "No we all slept up here  in the lounge like you said,
we only saw it when we went to take a  look around."  "No Mum, there's
hardly any wind, just  rain."  "Really!   You mean we're  right in the
middle of it?   Wow!"  "O.K.  Mum, I will,  love you too."   "Here she
want's to talk to you again." Katy  hands me the receiver, but huddles
up to me, keeping her ear close to the earpiece.

"Jane, Geoff here."

"Geoff,  They're giving me a  wind up signal here, so  I've got to go.
You have no idea  how relived I am  to know you're all  right.  Thanks
for looking after the place.  They say  the storm's spent most of it's
force, but it's still there.  From what Katy just told me, you must be
right in the eye,  but it could start  moving again, so  be careful if
you go outside.

"Thanks again, I don't know how  we're going to repay  you.  Gotta go,
Bye."

"O.K. One thing before you go.  The patch  in the phone line is pretty
rough, so don't get too worried if you can't  get through.  See you in
a few days if I don't hear from you before then.  Bye."

"Bye Geoff." The line goes dead, and I hang up.




























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Chapter 8            - SLAVE FOR AN HOUR.



"Are you going to call your mum back?" Lena asks.

"You've got to  be kidding."  I reply,  "She's going  to make  it past
Uncle Liam eventually,  until then I'm  just going to  enjoy the peace
and quiet."

I turn to Katy, "In the mean time, have you got any games Katy?"

"Sure," she replies,  "We've got some  cards and  Monopoly and there's
the Atari, but I guess we can't play that."

She rises and starts  rummaging through the drawers  of the wall unit,
eventually finding a large bundle of  playing cards, strapped together
with a rubber  band.  She  throws these at  me and gets  down onto her
knees to root out the Monopoly set, her bare bottom waggling at me.

While she and Lena begin setting up the  board on the coffee table and
counting out  money,  I  sort through  the  cards  and  not  finding a
complete deck amongst them, I put  together a deck with four different
back patterns, Setting them aside when the girls tell me they're ready
to play.

We roll the dice to see who gets to lead off and Lena wins the honour,
rolls a seven and lands on chance.  She draws the card, cups it in her
hand and  looks  at it.    The expression  on  her face  tells  us the
contents of the card.   Go to jail,  go directly to jail,  do not pass
go, do not collect $200.

"It's not fair." she protests, "The cards weren't shuffled properly."

Jokingly, I say, "Well, you could always suck the cop off and he might
forget to arrest you."

"O.K." she replies  with a grin  and crawls around  to my  side of the
table and lowers her head to my lap.

Her talented tongue  and lips  soon have me  achingly hard,  then Katy
pipes up, "Hey what about me?"

Lena immediately  abandons my  throbbing  shaft and  crawls  around to
Katy.  Vigorous slurping noises and  the expression on her face, tells
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until Katy's  half lidded  eyes begin  to  cross and  intervene, "O.K.
that's enough.  Let's get on with the game."

As Lena withdraws, licking her lips, Katy throws me a filthy look that
informs me just how close she had been  to orgasm and her eyes promise
revenge.  At  that point, the  rules get a  rewrite and  it is decided
that a jail  term can  be avoided  with a  well placed  tongue, giving
mouthpiece a whole  new meaning.   As the game  continues, other nasty
events get added to the list.  But when Katy  tries to pay the rent on
her back, I  rule that she  must be unable  to pay before  that can be
done, otherwise the game would never finish.

The game continues, with short breaks for  the paying of fines and the
like.  I'm the first to  gather a complete set, all of  the reds and I
start my development.  Lena  is next with the  yellows and between the
two of us we soon have Katy close to broke.

"Hey Lena." I grin, "What  do you think about  the looser becoming the
sex slave of the winners for an hour?"

She readily agrees,  causing Katy  to protest loudly.   A  few seconds
later Katy's objections fade and  she asks, "You mean  I... I mean the
looser has to do whatever the winners says?"

"Yes," I agree, "but only sex."

"O.K." she agrees, holding out  her hand for me  to shake, Lena places
her hand on top of ours and the agreement is sealed.

The game goes on and the last piece of real  estate is bought up.  The
next time Katy lands on one of Lena's properties, she pays her rent by
transferring one of hers to Lena,  allowing Lena to complete the light
blue set and erect hotels on them.  Two  throws of the dice later Lena
lands on one of Katy's three railroads  and instead of paying cash she
hands over Oxford Street, allowing Katy to complete the green set.

A little later I get Pall  Mall and complete the  set, then spend most
of my cash reserve to put three houses on each of them.  Lena lands on
another of Katy's  railroads and  this time pays  in cash,  which Katy
uses to erect houses on Bond and Oxford Streets.

A string of bad luck hits  me and on my next three  throws I manage to
land on two of Katy's railroads, the income from which she uses to put
up more houses, just in time for me to  land on Oxford Street with two
houses. She insists that I sell some houses to pay for it and a little
voice in the back of my head tries to tell me that I've been had.

A moment later that  little voice is  a panicked scream  as Katy sells
Park Lane to Lena for enough money to  upgrade to three houses on each
of her greens.   Lena builds  hotels on Mayfair  and Park  Lane and my
little voice gibbers away in a dark corner of  my mind.  My turn comes
around and I  breath a sigh  of relief as  I manage to  avoid them and
land on Go.

Lena's next throw  lands her  on The  Strand and  she just  manages to
scrape together enough cash to pay me off.  Both girls then indulge in
a orgy of property swaps and  start rearranging their housing, so that
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Lena hands me  the dice with  a broad grin  on her face  and with some
trepidation I  roll them,  double six,  "Yess!" I  all but  scream and
count off my way  to Whitehall, another  roll puts me  on Free Parking
and I gleefully pick  up the small amount  of cash in the  middle as I
hand the dice on to Katy.  She lands on  one of her own properties and
passes the dice on to Lena, Lena's roll is a safe one too and the dice
come around to me again.

I roll an eleven and not even bothering to move my piece, I get up and
leave the room, ignoring their orders  for me come back.   I go out on
to the verandah  and get  down a dog  collar and  leash that  I'd seen
there earlier.  Donning them, I return to  the lounge and hand the end
of the lead to a gleeful Katy.

She signals  her  desire by  giving  two quick  downward  jerks  and I
quickly drop to my hands and  knees, looking up at  her with my tongue
hanging out of the side of my mouth.

"Hey!  I won by more than she did."  Lena protests vociferously.

"Mistress may I speak?" I ask of Katy, ignoring Lena for the nonce.

"You may."  Katy gives her permission.

"You threw the game." I explain  to Lena, "We had  Katy, over a barrel
and you helped her beat me instead."

"Enough!" Katy barks. "Come here  and lick my pussy  until I cum." she
orders me.  She  moves to the couch  and sits down,  slumping with her
knees pulled up into her armpits.

I crawl over to her and lift my hands to separate her labia.  Before I
get my hands above the level of the  cushions, the leather loop on the
end of the leash cracks, on  my knuckles, "I said  lick me." Katy half
snarls, "Lena can have  your hands."   A wicked gleam  flickers in her
eyes and she rises saying, "Hang  on don't move."   She takes my hands
and places  them in  the small  of my  back, leaving  me with  my face
pressed into the seat  cushions.  "Don't move!"  she repeats, dropping
the end of the lead.

An interminable few  seconds later  I feel  hands grasp  mine, forcing
them together and something bites into  my thumbs.  When I'm released,
I tug experimentally  and discover that  my thumbs  have been fastened
together.

"Ha! you try and  get out of it."   Katy jeers and  I realise that she
has done what I did to her and tied my thumbs together with cotton.

A weight descends  onto my  hips and  my hands  are pulled  in between
Lena's legs, with my  fingertips pressed against her  labia.  A moment
later, Katy gets back into position on the couch and she lifts my head
by the hair, while  she wriggles under me  until her bum  rests on the
edge of the couch.  She  then lowers my face into her  lap and I go to
work with my tongue and lips.

A slap on my backside, reminds me that I have two cunts to service and
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stimulate Lena's fleshy quim.   Eventually I  work out how  to get two
fingers of one hand into her vagina while I pinch her clit between the
thumb of that hand and the  forefinger of the other,  just in time for
Katy to swipe her hand across the back of my head.

I quickly  resume  tonguing away  at  Katy's enormous  clit  and tight
little quim.  For a few  minutes all goes well  and Katy's bald little
twat begins drooling a continuous stream  of delicious juices, which I
hungrily slurp  up.   On  my back,  Lena  is rocking  back  and forth,
causing my fingers to move slightly  within the heated, slick grasp of
her vagina, but as time goes on, her movements become more violent and
unable to support myself properly, my  face is mashed into Katy's damp
pussy.

Struggling, I regain my  balance and resume plunging  my tongue in and
out of Katy's slick vagina, a moment later my fingertips press against
that magical location within  Lena's vaginal sheath  and she collapses
forwards, the  hard nipples,  topping her  small  tits poking  into my
back, just below my shoulder blades.  A  sudden gush of fluid from her
vagina, pools in  my cupped  hands and the  small of  my back, flowing
down off my flanks as she cums on my fingers.

Between Katy's thighs,  I struggle  to breathe, as  my nose  is mashed
flat against Katy's pubic bone and my mouth is forced hard against her
sweet, fat pussy lips.  Just before I pass  out from lack of air, Lena
slides from  my back  and falls  to the  floor beside  me and  I rise,
sitting back on my heels, gasping for air.

Katy gives me almost no  time to recover, before  she seizes the chain
dangling from the collar  around my neck and  jerks downwards, pulling
my face back between her  legs.  "Lick my  bum." she orders, hunkering
down on the couch  and pulling her legs  back to expose  her tiny pink
pucker, "I want you to fuck it."

The thought of how tight that virgin  anus would feel around my shaft,
causes my  already rigid  cock to  twitch and  slap against  my belly.
Eagerly, I press my tongue to the rosy ring of crinkled flesh, already
slick and shining  with a  mixture of my  saliva and  the sweet juices
drooling down from above.  I lap these up with gusto and press the tip
of my  tongue  forcefully against  the  tight opening,  holding  it in
place, as the tight ring of muscle slowly gives way.

With no way to support myself, my nose is soon buried in Katy's oozing
gash, the tip actually penetrating here  tight little vagina and again
I find it difficult to breathe.  I risk her wrath, by removing my face
from between her legs  for the few seconds  it takes me to  sit up and
shuffle forwards until I can sit on my heels.  Then just as she begins
to take up  the slack  in the  chain I  dive back  in and  re-apply my
tongue to her twitching arsehole.

A few seconds  later, Katy  hauls upwards  on the  chain and  says me,
"Enough, now stick it in."

Shuffling forwards on my  knees, I rise until  the base of  my cock is
level with her  drooling pussy.   Katy wraps  her free  hand around my
rigid shaft  and tilts  it  down and  pulls  me closer  until  the tip
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"Uh Katy," Lena says, moving to kneel beside me  so she can get a good
view of the action, "don't you think it'd be a good idea to lube it up
first?"

"Oh yeah." she says  with an embarrassed  giggle and lifts  my cock to
her vaginal  opening  and pulling  on  my prick  until  the  head pops
inside, letting go of the shaft, she entangles her fingers in my pubes
and jerks me  closer, causing  me to grunt  in pain.   Grinning  at my
theatrical wince, she pushes me back  with her knuckles and then pulls
me back into her.  Katy's grin widens and takes on a wicked cast, as I
try to minimise the  pain by matching  her rhythm and  she takes great
delight in constantly changing tempo.

Half a dozen  strokes later,  she pushes me  back until  my cock slips
free and slaps up against  my belly.  "There,  that should be enough."
she says taking  hold of  me and  pulling the  tip of  my cock  to her
arsehole. "Now fuck my bum."

"Yes mistress." I murmur submissively and begin applying pressure with
my hips.  For  a few seconds her  tiny pink pucker  resists my efforts
and my cock begins to buckle under the strain.  Then just as I'm about
to relax, Katy's eyes open comically wide and she emits a pained yelp,
as her anal sphincter  opens up and two  inches of my  cock enters her
arsehole before I can stop.

Holding perfectly still, I  wait, looking down at  where her obscenely
stretched read opening, clasps  my prick with a  painfully tight grip.
Her small frame, makes  my cock look  incredibly large and  I begin to
wonder if Katy has bitten off more than she can chew.

"Fuck that stings!"  Katy cries, her  eyes watering,  as she expresses
the same sentiment, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all."

"Are you O.K.?" I ask, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No way!"  she cries  in response,  dashing the  tears from  her eyes,
"Just give me a chance to  get used to it.  If  Lena can do it, so can
I.  Anyway, who said you can talk slave." she continues cracking me on
the backside with the leather loop on the end of the chain.

"Yeow!" she  screeches,  "Now THAT  was  NOT a  good  idea."  she says
through the tears, as her injudicious punishment causes me to jerk and
drives my prick deeper into her tiny body.

"Hang on a  sec." Lena says,  fighting to hide  a smile,  "I've got an
idea."

Rising from her position beside us,  she pads from the room, returning
a moment  later with  a tub  of  margarine.   "Here, this  should make
things easier."

Without waiting for Katy's permission, she scoops up a generous dollop
of margarine on her fingertips and pulls  me free of Katy's tight anal
sphincter.  Katy squeals as she forces the majority of the cold greasy
spread into and around the gaping  hole, before smearing the remainder
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"Now try it."  she says  pulling my  prick back  to her  young friends
slowly contracting  rectal opening  and firmly  pushing on  my behind.
This time the resistance is considerably  lessened and the crown of my
cock pops easily through the pre-stretched ring of flesh.

Katy momentarily tenses at  the new intrusion, then  her eyes widen in
surprise and she  says eagerly,  "Hey that didn't  hurt put  some more
in."  Dropping the end of the chain, she does not wait for me to move,
but grabs me by the hips  and pulls me into her.   With the aid of the
margarine, there is almost no resistance as my cock slides easily into
the warm buttery depths  of Katy's incredibly tight  rear opening, not
stopping until my  pubes tickle the  wetly glistening  flesh of Katy's
swollen pudenda.

When she feels this Katy's eyes open  even wider and she curls herself
even tighter as  she tries  to look  at where  my cock  penetrates her
body.  "Oh wow!  I've got it all in."

"So, how's it feel?" Lena asks grinning.

"Like I need  to take  the biggest  shit ever."  Katy replies  with an
answering grin.  "Now fuck my bum."  she orders me, her imperious tone
spoiled by the giggle that follows.   "I wonder what  Mum would say if
she heard me say that?"

The sudden shrilling of the telephone makes me jerk and Katy squeal in
surprise, but when I try to withdraw, she tightens her grip on my hips
and says, "Don't move.  Lena can bring it here."

Lena rises and returns a moment later with the telephone, and holds it
out to  me, before  she remembers  my  fastened thumbs.    "Oops!" she
giggles and lifts the receiver to my ear.

"Hello"

"Geoff, why didn't you  call me back?"  my mother asks  from the other
end of the line.

"Because I wanted  some peace  and quiet." I  reply tightly,  "Now are
ringing because you  have something important  to say or  are you just
going to bash my ear."

"That's not a very nice thing  to say to your  mother." she says, "I'm
just worried about you."

"Mother!" I say gritting my  teeth. "I'm fine, and  the girls are just
great."

Both girls giggle  at this and  a moment later  I gasp  as Katy starts
pushing and pulling on my hips, fucking herself with my cock.

"What's wrong?" my mother asks.

"Nothing mother." I  say, trying  to retain  my composure.  "Katy just
stuck her fingers in my ribs."

"What  about  what's  sticking  into  Katy?"  Lena  whispers,  briefly
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"Lena!" I cry with a shocked  laugh as Katy bursts into uncontrollable
giggles, which send a  whole new set of  sensations rippling though my
cock.

"What's happening?  What's going on?"

"Nothing mother, the  girls are just  laughing at my  silly mother." I
say, fighting  to  keep  my voice  under  control,  "Now  do  you have
anything important to say, or can we get back to our game?"

"I'm just worried about you?"

"Mother!" I force the word from between clenched teeth.

"Oh all right.  Your uncle  want's to speak to you.   I just wanted to
talk to you first."

"Fine," I say, "put him on."

A second later, I  hear my uncle's voice  on the phone.   "Sorry about
that Geoff,  but she insisted on speaking to you first."

"Yeah, well this may not sound to charitable, but is there any way you
can stop her,  she's driving  me crazy and  the girls  are starting to
think she's a big joke.  Are you sure Gran wasn't Jewish?"

"Why?"

"Because Mum is starting  to sound like  it." I say,  adding "How many
Jewish mothers does it take to change a light bulb?"

"I don't know?  What's that  got to do with it?" he  asks in a puzzled
voice.

"None, I'll  just sit  here in  the  dark." I  say answering  both his
questions.

From the other end I hear his guffaws of laughter, joined on my end by
both of the girls.  In the background, I hear my mother asking,  "What
did he say, what's so funny?"

It takes a  few seconds  for Uncle Liam  to get  his voice  back under
control and when he does, he repeats the joke to my mother.  "Well!" I
hear her  say in  a huffy  voice.  and Liam  begins laughing  all over
again.

"Well, that's done it." he  finally says to me.  "I don't think she'll
bother you again, she's just stormed out into the kitchen."

"Good." I reply.  "Now what was it you wanted to say to me?"

"O.K." he says, getting  himself under control, "I  was thinking, that
if the rain doesn't  pick up again, I  might be able to  get some more
food and other things to you,  if we can get a  rope across the creek.
Louise wanted me to use the rope to get you  all over here, but I told
her it's too  dangerous for  the girls, especially  since you  are all
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"Anyway, I  reckon that  if the  creek goes  down just  a bit  more, I
should be able  to get  a line  across to  you and  you can  tuck into
something more substantial than porridge for  tea.  What I figure I'll
do, is go across to the  Shead place and get some  things for Lena and
meet you at the creek in about an hour or so."

"I wouldn't  bother  the Sheads  if  I were  you,  they've  got enough
problems of their own  and we got some  things of Jimmy's  for Lena to
wear."

Lena giggles at  this and  shuffles behind  me to  rub her  bare pussy
against my fingers.

"What's so funny this time?" my uncle asks.

"Nothing," I reply, laughing myself, "Lena  just thinks it's a hoot to
wear jocks instead of knickers.  As if it makes any difference whether
the label's on the left or the right."

"What about other  things?" he  asks once he  gets himself  back under
control, his voice  dropping and taking  on an  embarrassed tone, "You
know women's stuff?"

"Well Lena?" I ask, pushing the receiver aside with my chin.

She covers the mouthpiece with her hand and asks "What?"

"Do you need any women's stuff?" I ask her with a grin.

Instead of answering  me, she  lifts the receiver  to her  own ear and
says, "My period's not due for three weeks.   I don't think I need any
'women's stuff'."  she  finishes with  a  grin, as  my  bachelor uncle
sputters on the other end.

"Here, I think he's embarrassed." Lena says with a giggle and puts the
receiver back to my ear.

"Well Uncle Liam, does that answer your question?"

"Yes." he answers ruefully, "That answers  my question.  O.K. I'll see
you down at the  creek where you normally  cross in about  an hour, to
give it time to go down a bit more.  Now is there anything you want?"

"Yeah, you could  bring over  a couple  of jigsaw  puzzles to  keep us
occupied and leave Mum behind."

"Can do." he replies with a laugh, "See you  in about an hour, if this
rain doesn't pick up again."

"O.K. see you then.  Bye."

"Bye."

Lena hangs up  the phone  and we look  at each  other, then  burst out
laughing.

"Is she always like that?" Lean asks through her giggles.


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"Yes." I reply with  a grin, "Or worse,  she can't get  it through her
thick head that her little boy has grown up.  She doesn't know it yet,
but I'm moving out  as soon as we  get home.  Of  course, the official
reason is that I want to be closer to the college."

"Of course!"  she  replies,  her  serious  tone  spoiled  by  the  ear
splitting grin on her face.

"Oh shut up and fuck me!" Katy says, pulling on my hips.

"Of course  mistress." I  grin, and  start  rocking my  hips  back and
forth, forcing my rock  hard prick deep into  the warm, tight recesses
of her body, then pulling out, until only the crown remains hidden.  I
keep up  this  awkward  motion for  about  three  stroke,  then  use a
fingernail to break the cotton binding my thumbs.

"Enough of this shit." I say bringing my  hands around to her hips and
pulling myself into her in one swift, driving plunge.

"Eeeek!"   Katy squeaks,  her eyes  opening wide  in surprise.  "Do it
again." she squeals.

Happy to oblige,  I pull back  and plunge home  again and  again.  "Oh
fuck that feels so weird." she cries,  slipping her hand down over her
belly to grasp her protruding clitoris between her fingers.

A moment later, her other hand slides over the  top of the first and I
feel her fingers probing at the entrance to  her cunt.  looking down I
watch her insinuate the tips of two fingers into the tight opening and
with a grin at Lena, I pull myself into her, my pubic bone forcing her
fingers home to the last knuckle.

"Oh shit!" she cries, "Fuck, fuck, fuck.  Fuck meeeeee!"

Spurred on  by  her  urgency, I  begin  thrusting  faster  and faster,
driving my  cock  into  her  with  almost  brutal  strokes,  the tight
constriction of her anus massaging the entire length of my shaft.

Hearing a thump beside me, I  turn to see Lena lying  on her back with
her feet propped up  on the couch as  she plunges all  four fingers of
her right hand into  her saturated quim.   At the same  time her other
hand savagely mauls her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples and
pulling the quivering flesh away from her body.

As I watch  Lena's self  abuse, I drive  myself into  Katy's rear even
harder, pulling our bodies  together with bruising  force, each stroke
forcing the air form her lungs with  an explosive grunt.  Suddenly her
entire body snaps straight, pushing me back from the couch and onto my
heels as she gives voice to a  purely animalistic howl of release, her
orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure.  Unable to move as much
as a millimetre, all I can  do is groan, as  her sphincter locks tight
about the base of my shaft.

Then just as Katy's  orgasm begins to subside,  Lena's voice rends the
air  as  she  reaches  her  own  climax,  rolling  sideways  into  me.
Unprepared for it,  I fall  over sideways, wrenching  my cock  free of
Katy's relaxing  arsehole.   Squealing  shrilly, she  slides  from the


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couch, landing on her butt with  a thump that drives  the air from her
body.

Picking myself up,  unfasten the chain  from the collar  and lift Katy
over to the mattress, where I  lay her on her face  and cover her with
my body.  I take myself  in hand and press the tip  of my cock against
her still twitching anus.  Her body offers absolutely no resistance as
I lower my hips and slide my cock back into the warm buttery depths of
her bowels.

Then as I resume plunging my rigid  shaft into Katy's small body, Lena
craws up behind me and slides her hand beneath my balls and I feel her
slide two fingers into  Katy's pussy.   A moment later  I feel another
two fingers  press up  against my  own  back door  and work  their way
inside.

Assaulted on all sides my  balls begin to tighten,  and I increase the
pace of my driving thrusts into  Katy's writhing body, pounding up and
down as my own orgasm overtakes me and I  send pulse after pulse of my
burning seed, deep into the overheated recesses of her bowels.

Totally enervated by my fourth spend in  less than six hours, I barely
have the strength to roll myself to one  side, my cock pulling free of
Katy's arsehole with  an obscene  slurp.   Lying there  on my  back, I
stare sightlessly a the rough unpainted  fibro of the ceiling, waiting
for the strength to return to my twitching limbs.

A sudden distressed cry from Katy rouses me from my reverie and I roll
onto my side just  in time to see  her scramble to her  feet and leave
the room, moving with an undignified waddle.

"It's under the house." Lena calls after her.  Turning towards me, she
catches my eye and we burst out laughing.

"It's not funny!"  Katy's outraged  cry, reaches  us through  the open
door as she hurries down the stairs.

"Come on," Lena says, hauling on my hand, "let's see if she made it."

Groaning through my chuckles,  I force myself onto  my hands and knees
and allow  Lena  to pull  me  to my  feet.   With  my  arm  around her
shoulders, we walk out onto the verandah and lean on the rail, looking
out towards the dam.  The  water has receded even  further and for the
most part, lies within the bounds of the original dam bank, level with
the diving platform.

A couple of  minutes later,  Katy emerges from  beneath the  house and
makes her way up the stairs  towards us, passing us on  the way to the
bathroom with her nose in the air.  A clearly audible sniff, causes us
to begin chucking again.

We following on her  heels and I have  to duck as a  damp and slightly
smelly face washer sails in my direction.   Retrieving it, we join her
under the  shower  and  wash  the  evidence  of  out  latest  bout  of
lovemaking from our bodies.

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"Empty." she replies with a scowl  that becomes a giggle  as I dig her
in the ribs.

"So how did you like it?" Lena asks with a grin.

"It was  fun, but  I like  it  better when  he fucks  my  pussy." Katy
replies, adding with a grin, "And I don't have to worry about shitting
my pants."

"Uh, you're not wearing any." I point out.

"You know what I mean." she cries, thumping me in the chest.

"So, it's not sore then?" I ask.

"A little bit," she replies, "but not as bad as my pussy did yesterday
morning."

"Good." I say, "Well, let's finish getting clean.  We've got to go and
meet my uncle in a little bit."

Kneeling, I pull her to me and start rubbing her body down with a well
soaped cloth, paying  careful attention  to her most  secret recesses.
Pulling the cheeks of her bum apart,  I inspect her little anus, apart
from a slight reddening of  the surrounding skin, there  is no sign of
our recent love making.   Surprisingly, her tiny  arsehole has already
closed and is almost as tight as ever, giving way grudgingly as I slip
a soapy finger inside.

"So what's it look like?" she asks, craning her head over her shoulder
to look at me.

"Like an arsehole." I reply, and dodge as she swings at me.  "It looks
fine." I say grinning up at her,  "It's  a little red, but that's all,
it's not even very stretched."

"Well it sure felt like it before." she says grinning back.

"I think that might have been the margarine." I tell her, reaching for
the taps as I rise and  step from the bath.  "Come  on, let's get some
clothes on."

Racing ahead of the girls, I run for  the kitchen, snatching up one of
the two remaining towels and briskly rub myself dry as they fight over
the last  towel.    Katy  wins the  struggle  and  Lena  turns  on me,
snatching the towel from my fingers as  I unfasten the collar about my
neck.  Ignoring her triumphant cry, I push past her and move back into
the lounge and finish  drying with   one of the  many towels scattered
about the lounge.  Sorting through the  pile of clothing by the couch,
I pick out my shorts and  shirt and slip them on as  the girls come in
behind me.

"Here Lena," I say, reaching back into  the pile of clothes, "put your
jocks on."

Giggling, she takes them from my hand and pulls them on over her legs,
settling them on her hips with  a snap.  Looking  down, she giggles at
the baggy  front panel  and  slips her  hand  inside.   "I  like them,


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there's room for my hand."  she says, rubbing her  fingers up and down
her slit with an exaggerated motion.

"Enough." I say, lightly slapping her wrist.

Rummaging through the pile,  I select a  pair of shorts  and a t-shirt
and hand them to her.  Looking about, I  spy the hairbrush and pull it
through my  hair before  calling Lena  to me  and quickly  pulling the
tangles from her  hair.   Katy, who  has dressed  herself in  her long
skirt and  a windcheater,  barely gives  me time  to finish  with Lena
before shoving her aside with her hip.

As I draw the brush through  Katy's hair, she asks,  "Hey, how did you
get your thumbs untied before?"

"Trade secret." I tell her, pulling the  last tangle from her head and
swatting her bottom with  the back of the  hairbrush, just hard enough
to make her squeal.

She round on me with an outraged  expression and says, "No really, how
did you do it?  Every time I tried it hurt too much."

"No way." I respond, "It's the only way I know to restrain you and you
want me to give it away?"

"He used his fingernail, I  saw him." Lena tells  her, and jumps aside
giggling as I lunge at her with the hairbrush.

I check my watch; noting that there is half  an hour before I'm due to
meet my uncle,  I suggest we  get the place  tidied up  and the dishes
done.  Katy and Lena stick  their tongues out at  me, but begin moving
about the  lounge, Katy  collecting the  dirty  dishes and  takes them
through to the kitchen, where I hear her dumping them in the sink.

Lena starts picking up the towels and  bedding, but dumps what she has
in her arms, when she finds the copy of Private we had been looking at
the night before and starts flipping  through it.  Grinning to myself,
I give her  a few  seconds, before  plucking it  from her  fingers and
chiding her, "I thought we were  cleaning up, We can  try some more of
that later."

"I don't  see how,"  she giggles,  snatching  it back,  "unless Liam's
coming over."    Flipping to  the  story after  'Pissin'  Cousins' she
points to a picture  that shows an  Asian girl being  fucked from both
the front and  back at the  same time.   "Looks like  fun though." she
says with a grin, "Do you think he'd go for it."

"I don't know." I grin back, "Why don't you ask him?"

"O.K. I will." she responds seriously.

"Hey," I protest, "are you trying to get me killed?"

"Gotcha!" she crows, as she starts  picking up towels and lifting them
to her nose.  "That one's O.K." she says  tossing the first one on the
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As she continues to sort through the towels, I make up both mattresses
into beds, earning a quizzical look from Lena.   "Just in case he does
work out how to get himself over the creek and visit."

"Oh!" she says and picks up the pile of love soiled towels.  She takes
them through  to  James' and  Jane's  room  and I  hear  her  open the
wardrobe and then  close it  a few  seconds later.   Returning  to the
lounge, she takes the  cleaner towels into the  kitchen and hangs them
on the back of a chair in front of the fire.

Looking about,  the only  incriminating evidence  that remains  is the
cloths and  bowl of  water we'd  used  to clean  up the  night before.
Taking them, I leave the bowl with Katy and take the cloths through to
the bathroom, where I rinse them out and leave  them to dry on the rim
of the bath.  Back in  the lounge I find Lena  tidying up the Monopoly
set, while Katy looks on.

I check my watch  and discover it's time  to move.  On  the way out, I
check the fire and chuck on a couple of extra splits of wood.  Leaving
the door open to air the place out.   We collect our wet weather gear,
Lena and  in Jimmy's   and  James'  Dri-za-bones and  Katy in  a cheap
yellow raincoat.  (Yet another sign of her parents regard for her.)

We pick our way  across the muddy  expanse of grass  between the house
and dam, pausing on the near bank to determine the best route.  In the
end, we decide to risk wading through the  overflow at the foot of the
dam, rather than try and pick our way through the brush that has piled
up against what is left of  the island.  Katy pulls  her skit up until
the waistband  covers her  nipples the  hem coming  to just  above her
knees and leads the way into the water.  Within three steps, the water
is lapping at  the top of  her cheapie gumboots  and I lift  her to my
back, when she would toss them aside and go on barefoot.

Fortunately, the water only  gets a few  inches deeper and  Lena and I
are able to  forge our way  across with no  further problems.   On the
other side of the dam, I lower Katy to the  ground and we pick our way
through the  bush towards  the  rushing sound  of  the creek.    A few
seconds later I see  it through the trees.   It is  running bank full,
and the strings of bark and grass that decorate the base of every tree
we pass show  that, until  recently, it  had been  one with  the water
flowing through the dam.

Just as we  reach the near  bank, I  hear the sound  of a  motor and a
minute later  my uncle's  little  Suzuki appears,  crunching  over the
welter of  branches littering  the ground  and comes  to a  halt about
twenty feet back from the edge.

As he springs from the cab,  he yells at us, "Get  back from there you
bloody idiots,  that whole  bank's undercut."    Even as  he  speaks a
section  of  the  bank  about  fifteen   meters  upstream  gives  way,
disappearing beneath the roiling brown water with a splash.

With shrieks of  terror the girls  spring backwards,  dragging me with
them.  Unprepared for  it, I go over  backwards, landing ignominiously
in the mud.

As I pick myself up, Uncle Liam leans back into the cab, emerging with
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his way to a tree about five feet back from  his side of the creek, he
fastens one end to  the it, and  waits for me  to cautiously approach.
He hold up  his hand when  I'm about the  same distance  back from the
bank.

I miss the catch on his  first throw, and the  rope disappears into he
swirling waters, quickly being  pulled out taught by  the force of the
water.  Taking hold of his  end of the rope, he  starts pulling it in,
coiling it in his hand for  another go.  Again, I  miss, and he shakes
his head as he reels it in.

With an  exasperated sound,  Katy shoves  me  aside and  waits  for my
uncle's third  throw, easily  making the  catch.   Turning to  me, she
hands me the end of the rope with an infuriating smirk.

"Tie it off  to that tree."  he yells pointing.  "You can  tie a knot,
can't you?"

"You bloody well know I can." I reply, "You taught me."

"Yeah, well tie it off about head height,"  he tells me, "I'll pull it
tight from this end."

I quickly secure  my end of  the rope with  a round turn  and two half
hitches and wait while he secures his end, using a truckie's  hitch to
pull it tight.

"Stand back and get  ready to grab  this." he yells  reaching into his
pocket and pulling  out a  coil of light  cord attached  to something.
Winding up, he  throws it towards  me keeping hold  of one  end of the
cord.   Something lands  with a  thud a  few  feet to  one side  and I
quickly move to put my foot on it.

Reaching down, I pick up  a large shackle with  a tightly bundled coil
of cord tied to it.  A few seconds  later, I have the shackle fastened
around the rope and the cord  uncoiled.  I tie my end  of the cord off
so that I can't  loose it, and Uncle  Liam, pulls the  shackle back to
his side of the creek.

Going back to the  car, he gets out  four plastic bags and  a piece of
netting.  Wrapping the first bag in the netting, he attaches it to the
shackle and signals for me to pull it across.  Five minutes later, all
of the bags are across and  he asks, "What sort of  damage do you have
over there?"

"Not much, a couple of broken  windows is all in  the house." I reply.
"There's bits  of tree  everywhere, but  I'd  say that's  par  for the
course."

"Pretty much the same as us." he yells back.  "Anything else?"

"Yeah, there's a tree stuck clean through the caravan."

"You weren't in  it I  hope?" he asks  with a  note of  concern in his
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"Good." he  says  with a  nod,  "O.K., you've  got  some  ham, steaks,
vegies, a  bottle of  milk, some  cans  of spaghetti,  two  changes of
clothes and your mother put  your shaving kit and  toothbrush in and a
new one for Lena.  She's also put in just about every kind of medicine
she could find about the place and all of the bandages.  If I were you
though, the only  one I'd  worry about  is the  large bottle  of cough
mixture.  I've also chucked in a packet of tobacco for you.

"Oh, and the jigsaw's  in there too.   If you want  anything else just
ring up. I'll  leave the  rope here just  in case.   Now  if you can't
think of anything else,  I'm heading over  to give the  Sheads a hand.
Do you want me to give them a message Lena?"

"Just tell them  everything's fine  and that I  love them."  she yells
back to him.

"O.K." he says, "Now get moving and get out of the rain."

As he turns and goes back to the car, I hand  the girls a bag each and
take the other two  myself.  With Katy  leading the way,  we head back
for the house.  When we reach the dam, Katy forges ahead, her gumboots
filling with water in the deepest section.   On the far side she steps
out of them and kicks them back into the water, watching as they float
off into the bush.

"Oops," she giggles, looking up into  my face as reach  her and try to
give her  a stern  look, "I  must  have left  them on  the  steps last
night."

"Really?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"They were too small anyway." she rationalises.

"That makes it all right then?"

"Probably not," she replies with an  unrepentant grin, "But this way I
get Jimmy's and  he'll get new  ones.  He  only takes  one size bigger
than me, so they'll soon fit."

"So that's what I tripped over coming in with that last load of wood."
I say smacking my forehead, "I must have kicked them off."

"That's right!" she agrees, grinning maniacally.

Well come on then,"  I say, tapping her  on the back of  the head with
the jigsaw.  "I think I've got a steak with your name on it here."

"Good," she replies, "'cause I'm hungry."

A minute later we reach the  house, and shuck our  wet weather gear on
the verandah, before moving  into the relative warmth  of the kitchen.
Closing the door behind us, we dump our burdens on the table and begin
unpacking.

Katy takes  the ham  and milk  from me  and puts  them in  the fridge.
Turning to me she says, "Go and get the Kero, the bloody fridge's gone
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When I return, she has the heating unit  pulled out into the middle of
the room and is trimming the wick.  I wait for her to move aside, then
fill the reservoir.  I hand Katy my lighter  and take the can back out
onto the verandah.

By the  time I've  washed the  kero from  my hands  and return  to the
kitchen, Lena has peeled some potatoes and sweet potatoes and set them
on the  stove to  boil and  is  now refilling  the kettle.    Katy has
emptied the rest of the bags onto the table and is wondering aloud, "I
wonder what Liam meant about the cough mixture."

Opening the bottle, she lifts it to her  nose and a broad grin appears
on her face.  Before I can take the bottle  from her hand, she puts it
to her lips and  takes a healthy slug.   "Wow, that's  better than the
shit Isaac has."

Snatching the bottle from her  grasp, I take a  whiff and discover the
unmistakable aroma of 'Jack  in the Black'. Returning  her grin, I too
take a  good slug,  feeling  the warmth  tingling  all the  way  to my
fingertips.  When she  would take the bottle  back from me,  I hold it
out of her reach and snatch up the lid from the table.  "That's enough
for now." I say, screwing the lid down tight and setting the bottle on
top of the fridge.   "You shouldn't  be drinking this  anyway, but you
can at least get some food into your belly first."

"Hey  what   about  me?"   Lena  protests,   just  as   Katy  accuses,
"Spoilsport."

"What about you?" I ask, with a grin.

"I haven't had any at all." she pouts.

"So?" I tease.

"Well if I don't get any, YOU don't  get any." she replies cupping her
mound suggestively.

"Blackmail!" I cry in a wounded tone.

"Yep!" she replies with a smirk. "So do I get some, or not?"

"A mouthful." I say, opening the bottle and holding  it out to her.  I
keep a grip  on the  bottle when she  takes hold  and lifts  it to her
lips.  She takes a generous mouthful and I'm forced to tilt the bottle
back down and pull it from her grasp as she tries to take another.

"Whew, that really is COUGH mixture." she gasps as the raw bite of the
alcohol hits her, "What is it?"

"Jack Daniels" I return grinning. "Good stuff isn't it?"

"Yeah!"

"Come on, let's get going on this jigsaw while we wait for the spuds."
I say, as I put the bottle away.





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"I can think of something better to do."  Katy grins, slowly gathering
up the hem of her skirt to reveal that she  had not bothered to put on
any knickers.

"Yeah well THAT might  be better," say  with a rueful  grin, "but I've
already cum four  times this  morning.   You'd have  more luck  with a
three day old corpse."

"Spoilsport!"  she  giggles,  dropping  her   skirt  and  tugging  the
waistband back down to her hips.

As I sweep  the medicines  and my clothes  back into  their bags, Katy
upends the jigsaw box, tipping the pieces  out onto the table and they
begin sorting out the  edge pieces.  By  the time we  have about three
quarters of the edge assembled, it's time to put the steaks, onion and
peas on, so I leave the  girls to continue alone while  I set the peas
to boil and put a griller on the hot plate to heat up.

Ten minutes later, I  hand the girls their  plates, heaped with orange
mashed potatoes and lashings of  fried onion on the  steak.  Taking my
own plate and a handful of cutlery, I follow  them into the lounge.  I
turn on the TV to see what's happening as we  eat, but as 'Days Of Our
Lives' is the  only thing  I can get,  I flick  it off  and squeeze in
between the girls on the couch.

Katy picks up a fork full of mashed potatoes  and takes aim at me, but
a warning look causes  her to reconsider  her actions and  she pops it
into her mouth instead.  When  we finish, I sit back  and wrap my arms
around their shoulders, pulling them to my sides.

Sighing contentedly, they snuggle closer and  Katy, with a mischievous
grin, drops her hand into my  lap and begins rhythmically squeezing my
cock through my shorts.  Leaving her to find out for herself, just how
drained I am, I press my  lips to the crown of  Lena's head and nuzzle
her damp hair.  Wriggling her  hips in closer, she  lifts her chin and
presents me with her slightly parted lips.

Taking the implied  invitation, I  lower my lips  to hers  and share a
soft, sensual kiss.  As Katy slips her  hand into the wide leg opening
of my shorts and continues her  fruitless labours, Lena and I continue
kissing, becoming more playful, snapping and  nibbling at each others,
lips, tongues  and noses,  as I  grin  at Katy's  increasingly frantic
efforts to get my cock beyond half mast.

Finally she gives up in disgust and  stomps off, saying, "I'm going to
do the jigsaw."

Lena and I exchange looks and  burst out laughing, drawing a disgusted
noise from Katy as  she slams the door  behind her.   This causes Lena
and I to laugh all the  harder.  Each time we  think we have ourselves
under control, we look at each other and begin laughing anew.

Finally though, we manage to stop and with a last kiss, I pull Lena to
her feet and hand in hand  we saunter through to  the Kitchen, just in
time for me to catch Katy taking the  bottle of Jack Daniels down from
the fridge.  She snatches  her hand  away with  a sheepish  giggle and
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Lena and I join her and  a few minutes later I drop  the last piece of
the edge into place.  Picking up the box, I take my first good look at
the picture.  It  is a three  thousand piece puzzle  depicting a Swiss
chalet, set in a garden in full bloom.

We begin sorting the  pieces into different  categories, sky, foliage,
building and so on.   As we continue, it  becomes apparent from Katy's
deteriorating coordination and her rapidly increasing giggles that she
had been returning the bottle, not taking it down, and when I check, I
discover that she has drunk a more than generous potion.

When I  turn  back  to  her,  scowling,  she  giggles  and challenges,
"Whatcha gonna do, spank me?"

"Good idea." I reply, "Catch her Lena."

Shrieking, she bolts for the  door, but Lena catches  hold of the back
of her  windcheater before  she can  get away.   She  give one  of her
little wriggles  and  Lena  is  left  holding  an  empty  windcheater.
However Lena has delayed her long enough  for me to cover the distance
between us and I grab her around the waist  and lift her from her feet
as she straitens up.

"Get me a  chair." I say  to Lena  as I struggle  to keep  hold of the
giggling, shrieking, wriggling dervish in my arms.

Lena brings me the chair and I drop into it, barely keeping my grip on
Katy as I do so.  "Get her arms." I tell Lena.

It takes  her a  few goes,  but eventually  Lena secures  the flailing
limbs and  she giggles  as Katy  sigh  in resignation  and  goes limp.
Taking advantage of the lull, I position Katy face down across my knee
and flip the back of her  skirt up to reveal her unclad  bottom.  As I
raise my  hand, she  once more  explodes  into motion  and Lena  and I
struggle to keep her secured.

"You know," I say to Lena in a conversational tone, "she's just making
it worse for  herself, what  do you reckon,  an extra  whack for every
minute she wastes."

Lena looks at me and I  wink. "No, I think  five." she replies getting
into the spirit of things.

"Oh go on and get it over  with." Katy giggles, ceasing her struggles.
"How many are you going to give me anyway?"

"What do you think Lena?" I ask.

"Oh fifty at least." she replies, smirking.

"No way!" Katy protests vociferously,  briefly resuming her struggles,
"That's what I got for hitting Jimmy with a cricket stump."

"I don't know Katy," I say, my voice dripping with mock concern, "This
is a pretty serious crime.  I think you need to be taught a lesson."

"Not that  big a  lesson." she  protests  as Lena  shakes  with silent
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"We'll see."  I  say  and flip  her  skirt  back up.    She  begins to
struggle, then thinks better of it and relaxes.

I sit  there staring  at  her pert  little  bottom for  nearly  a full
minute, until finally  the anticipation becomes  too much  for her and
she begs, "Hurry up and get it over with."

Even as  she begins  to speak,  I  raise my  hand and  bring  it down,
feeling the firm flesh of her tiny  backside quiver under the force of
the blow.   She  utters an  outraged  squeal as  the blow  lands, then
realising that I  hadn't really  hurt her, she  relaxes as  I begin to
deliver firm, measured blows at five second intervals.

By the time the tenth blow  has fallen, I begin  to feel her hardening
clitoris press into my leg and an increasing dampness on my thigh.  As
I continue, the  slick wetness on  my leg becomes  more pronounced and
she raises her rear to meet each of my ringing blows, jerking away and
mashing her clitoris against  my thigh as  each one lands.   Within my
pants, my cock hardens and begins to press into her side.

As I come  up to  the twentieth stroke  I judge  her near  climax, and
bring my  hand  down with  the  first and  only  really  painful blow,
drawing a surprised yelp from her lips.   She clenches her buttocks in
anticipation of  the next  blow and  when it  doesn't fall  she begins
franticly humping her dripping pussy against my leg.  I let her go for
a few seconds  then roll  her towards me,  lifting her  throbbing clit
clear of my leg.

"NOooo!" she cries piteously and tries to wrench her hands from Lena's
grasp.  Lena, however,  is ready for her  and manages to  keep hold of
her young friends hands as she struggles desperately.

Realising that she's not  going to get  away, she gives  up and cranes
her neck  around  to  look  up at  me  with  smouldering  eyes.   "You
bastard." she says.

"That's me." I cheerfully reply.   Ignoring her glowering look, I turn
to Lena and  ask, "Well what  do you reckon?   Do you  think she's had
enough?"

"No," she replies grinning, "but that's the whole point, isn't it?"

"Bitch!" Katy mutters, as I laugh.

Nodding to Lena, to let go,  I allow Katy to roll from  my lap and get
to her feet.  She back off a couple  of steps and stands there glaring
at us, dressed in nothing but her ankle length skirt.  Finally though,
she grins. "That  was fun,  and I can  tell you  liked it."  She says,
pointing to where my baggy shorts are tented out by my stiffened cock.
"I think you're ready for some more fucking."

"That's what you think,"  I return, "I  still need to  rest or there's
going to be nothing left for tonight."

"Oh All right." she  pouts, then turns  back to the  table and jigsaw.
Absently rubbing  at her  pussy through  he skirt  with one  hand, she
leans over the  table and  resumes sorting through  the pieces  of the


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jigsaw.  However  her balance  is not quite  up to  it and  she has to
abandon her pussy and grip the edge of the table with her other hand.

As I get  to my feet,  Lena cuddles up  against my  side and whispers,
"That looked like fun." she  wipes some of Katy's  pussy juice from my
leg with a  finger and pops  it into her  mouth, sucking  noisily.  "I
think I'm going to have to be naughty."

Her quiet words obliquely remind me of a Sex to Sexty cartoon I'd seen
once and I murmur, "Oh Daddy,  if it's so naughty, why  do you make me
do it?"

Lena giggles at my words and wriggles from my grasp, waving me over to
the table with Katy  as she leaves the  room.  I shrug  when she lifts
her eyes towards me  questioningly and begin to  go through the pieces
of sky that  Katy has been  tossing into the  box.   When she realises
that I'm getting out  the pieces that  delineate the edge  of the roof
and the mountains in  the background and  she takes more  care and the
occasional piece hits my growing little  pile as she continues working
her way through the rest of the pieces.

"So what did Jimmy do to deserve the  cricket stump?" I ask.

"Threw the ball at the back  of my head because I  didn't want to play
with him." she replies,  adding with a  grin, "I split  his head right
open and Dad had to  shave it and sew  him up.  And  he got ten really
good ones with  the strap  for throwing the  ball, after  his headache
went away."

"So it was worth it then?" I ask with a grin.

"Yeah!" she agrees cheerfully and turns back to the puzzle.

Twenty minutes or so  later, Lena returns  and drops a  sheet of paper
onto the table in front of us.  Her twisted little mind has visualised
it perfectly, though unlike  the original cartoon, this  one is in two
frames.  The first shows  a man cupping cantaloupe  sized balls in one
hand as he aims the fist sized glans  of his grossly oversized cock at
the face of  the tiny  girl standing before  him.   She is  dressed in
tight, tight shorts,  and a  check shirt  tied below  grapefruit sized
breasts.  One arm  clutches a Raggedy Anne  doll almost as  big as she
is, as she licks the head of the massive fuck tool before her.

In the second frame, the girl  is positioned in the  mans lap with one
tit hanging out and  her bottom lifted into  the air, as  he holds his
hand raised high overhead.   Her features are  almost totally obscured
by what looks to  be a pint  of cum, that  drips from her,  as the man
stares maniacally  at her  well rounded  backside, her  shorts hanging
from one tiny ankle.  This second frame  bears the caption, that I had
murmured earlier.

"Hey, these are really good!" Katy exclaims, then giggles as she reads
the caption.  "Can I keep it?" she asks, looking to Lena.

"Too good," I  growl, "it's going  into the fire  when you've finished
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"Why?"  she  asks,   shocked  at   my  callousness,  Lena   too  looks
disappointed at  what  appears  to be  my  cavalier  dismissal  of her
artwork.

"Take a better look." I tell her. "Who do they remind you of?"

Katy stares at the drawing for a moment,  then lifts her gaze to stare
at my face as  she lifts her fingers  to her own.   "Oh!" she murmurs,
"It might not  be a  good idea to  leave this  lying around.   I know,
can't she rub out the heads and make them look like somebody else?"

"She could  but, people  are still  going  to know  who drew  them." I
reply, "I bet Lena's the only one around  here that can draw this well
and somehow or other, I don't think  she's supposed to know about this
sort of thing yet."

"Uh, yeah." Katy says,  obviously disappointed, "Mum gets  her to draw
the outlines for her embroidery."

As she pick up the paper and turns towards the fire, Lena stops her by
grabbing her shoulder and asks, "Can't  you take it Geoff?   I drew it
for you anyway."

Though I'm not really sure that I want to own something so potentially
incriminating, I can't refuse her  and take it when  Katy holds it out
to me.  Laying it to one side, we return to the jigsaw.

About an hour later we have most of the skyline in place and have made
a fair start  on the  roof of the  chalet and  the mountains.   Though
after the third time Katy dislodges some of what we have already done,
we make her hand us  her selections and indicate  where she wants them
tried.  Surprisingly, nearly all of them go where she want's them, her
coordination might be shot, but her other faculties are still sharp.

Suddenly the shrilling of the phone causes us to jump and Lena giggles
as Katy says sententiously, "I'm ringing to make sure you brushed your
teeth after lunch Geoff."

Lightly cuffing the back of her head, I  go through to find that she's
not far from the truth.

"Hello."

"Hello Darling, how are  you?  Did you  get everything?   Did you find
the extra toothbrush for Lena?"

"I'm fine mum." I  say forcing the words  between clenched teeth, "Yes
we got everything and yes I got the toothbrush for Lena."

"See." Katy  says  and  the two  girls  fall  on  each  other laughing
uproariously.  A moment  later I get an  eyeful as Katy  slumps to the
floor, her skirt rucking  up to reveal  her bald little  pussy, as her
legs fall open.

"Hear that Mum,  it's you they're  laughing at.   Do you  want to know
what Katy said  when the phone  rang?  She  said 'I'm  ringing to make
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"Well I think  she's a  rude little  girl." my  mother replies  in her
patented 'hurt' voice. "I'm just worried about you."

"Mother!" I say, achieving a flat, dead  tone in my attempt to control
my voice, "What you're worried about is the fact that I'm not there to
for you to try and control.  Well guess  what Mum?  I'm eighteen years
old and  I'm  entitled  to  vote,  drink and  go  to  hell  in  my own
handbasket.  If I  brush my teeth it's  because I don't  want the girl
I'm kissing to  notice my  onion breath not  because my  Mummy told me
too."

Ruthlessly overriding  her attempt  to get  in  a word  of  protest, I
continue, "I know you dragged me along  on this holiday because, I can
now go into a pub and get drunk.  Well guess what, I already know what
the bottom of a  beer glass looks like  and right now,  one would look
pretty damn good.

"Now if all  you want  to discuss, is  my dental  hygiene, I'd suggest
hanging up now, before I say something I'll  regret later.  I love you
Mum, but from now on, it's my life."

"Oh Geoff, you have no idea how much that hurts me." she half sobs.

"Yes I do Mum, but I was getting sick of having you try to run my life
anyway, but a bag  full of useless antibiotics  and bandages, when the
worst injury here is a bump on the back of Katy's head and checking up
to make sure I've  brushed my teeth, was  the last straw.   Though the
Panadol may come in  handy once I've finished  with the 'Jack Daniels'
that Uncle Liam managed to substitute for the cough mixture."

"He what!"

"He gave me booze Mum.  One adult to another and  as an adult it is my
right to drink it.  Now are you ready to treat me like an adult?"

"You're not making this easy for me."

"No I'm not, but you're just going to have  to face the fact that your
little boy has grown up and wants to live  his own life.  You accepted
it with Andrew when  he got that  apprenticeship and moved  out and up
until now, I've let you transfer your anxieties about him onto me, but
when you start to undermine authority here, with silly questions about
toothbrushes, enough is enough.

"I love you  mum, but  from now  on, I'm  not going  to wait  for your
approval before I make a decision.  I've seen my birth certificate and
I've seen the marriage  license and I've done  the arithmetic.  You've
made your own mistakes and now it's time to let me make mine."

"You were premature" she protests.

"Yeah right, nine  pounds ten  and two  months premature,  plus you've
told me on  more than one  occasion that I  should have  been an Aries
like you, but I was late."

"I did say that, didn't I?"  she admits, but she has  to have one last
try at making me feel guilty and  regaining the upper hand, "I'm sorry
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"I never  said that  Mum, you've  been  a great  mother, but  all that
cotton wool gets a bit stifling.  I'm going to leave the nest sometime
and wouldn't now  be better, when  you are there  for me if  I do need
you, rather  than  later, when  I'd  have  to figure  it  all  out for
myself."

"You're right, I know you're right, but it's so hard to let go."

"I know it's hard, but you've got allow me to let go the apron strings
before I take to them with an axe."

"No!" she yelps,  a note  of humour creeping  into her  voice, "I know
what you're like with an axe."

"That was fourteen years ago Mum,"  I protest, "And I  DID tell him to
move his hands."

"And that  makes it  all right  to  nearly cut  your  little brother's
fingers off does it?" she says lightly.

"0f course not," I reply in the same vein,  "but I've grow up a little
since then,  I've  already  survived twenty  four  hours  as  the only
authority and I think  I can survive  another forty eight.   Why don't
you try to  go cold turkey  for the next  two days and  let Uncle Liam
pass on anything I really need  to know?  Let the  next time we speak,
be when we see  each other face to  face and I  can apologise properly
for being so cruel."

"You don't have  to, that's  apology enough.   You know,  that song is
right, sometimes you do have to be cruel to  be kind.  All right, I'll
let you go and take the time to think about  what you've said.  I love
you.  Bye."

"I love you too Mum. Bye."

"Oh Geoff." she says, as I go to hang up.

"Yes Mum?"

"Brush your teeth."

"Yes Mum." I say acceding her that one small victory.

I hang up the phone and turn to speak to  the girls, but they are gone
and the door is closed.  I find them  in the kitchen, leaning over the
jigsaw.  Katy looks up as  I enter and says, "We  though you'd like to
be private."

"What she means  is," Lena  says shoving  Katy's shoulder.  "I thought
you'd like some privacy, SHE wanted to listen."

In her inebriated  condition, Katy  looses her  balance and  with arms
windmilling, she lands on her arse with a jarring thump.  She yelps at
the impact and glares up at Lena  with an expression composed of equal
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"Well thanks anyway," I say pulling Katy to her feet, "I wouldn't have
minded, but Mum will be happy to know you didn't hear what I said."

"Whatcha say after we left?" Katy asks with irrepressible curiosity as
she rubs her bottom.

"None of your beeswax." I say lightly swatting her backside.

"Why?  Aren't you mad at her?"

"Not any more.  We sorted  it out." I tell her. "And  now, come on you
two, she says we have to brush our teeth."

"That's sorted out?" Katy asks incredulously.

"Yes it is." I reply, "I won the big one, why shouldn't I let her have
one little victory?"

"Is that another lesson?" Katy asks curiously  as we walk out onto the
verandah.

"Yes," I reply, once more surprised  by her perspicacity, "If you give
in sometimes, when it doesn't matter, It can make it easier for you to
get your own  way, when  it does.   And  when you  have that  big win,
conceding a  few  points goes  a  long way  towards  keeping relations
civil.  Just don't give in all the  time, that's a recipe for disaster
too."

"Is that why you just had that fight?"

"Yes." I reply taking her  toothbrush from her hand  and shoving it in
her mouth, "Now brush."

Giggling, she proceeds to do so and Lena and I take up our own brushes
and do the same.

A few minutes later we rinse and Katy pulls my mouth down to hers, her
lively little tongue, insinuating itself into  my mouth and flickering
over my teeth and gums.  Pulling back, she says "No onion breath."

I have to laugh. "So you heard that much did you?   Now I think I want
a second opinion."  Saying this, I pull Lena  to me, and kiss her long
and hard.

"Well?" I ask when I finally lift my head.

Gasping, she giggles, "Nope, no onion breath."

I slip my arms about both of them  and guide them back inside, pulling
them in close as we squeeze though the door.

"So, What  are  we  going  to  do  now?"  Lena  asks,  maintaining her
proximity, as Katy pulls ahead.

"I vote for fucking  his brains out." Katy  says, stopping and turning
to grin up at us.

"Try again." I tell her, "I like my brains just where they are."


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"O.K." she  tells me,  pulling Lena  from  my arms,  "We'll  suck each
other's brains out and you can watch."

Lena's face stiffens and she digs her heels in, jerking Katy to a halt
as she tries to lead her through to the lounge.

"Hey what's wrong?" Katy asks, looking back at her.

"I don't want,..."  she begins,  "I mean,  you were  doing it  with us
too," she looks at me, "when Katy and me did it together."

"That's stupid! Come on." Katy says, tugging harder on Lena's arm.

"Katy!"  I  say  and  she  stops  and  has  the  good  grace  to  look
embarrassed.  I  turn  to  Lena  and   ask,  "Why  does  that  make  a
difference?"

"You said only doing it with a girl  makes you a lesbian." she answers
me confusedly.

"Oh!" I blink as I comprehend her meaning, "that doesn't make somebody
a lesbian.  A  lesbian, only ever does  it with girls  and she doesn't
like doing it  with men at  all.  There  are all sorts  of things that
make a girl a lesbian, but  just doing it with  another girl isn't one
of them."

"Why do girls become lesbians then?" Katy asks, always eager to expand
her knowledge.

"How about an  easy one Katy?"  I say, gathering  them in  my arms and
guiding them over to the couch, where I  sit and pull them down beside
me. "Like 'why is the sky blue?'"

"O.K." she responds with a cheeky grin. "Why is the sky blue?"

"Because it's not green."

"Ha. Ha." Katy mock laughs, "Anyway I  already know the answer to that
one.  It's Raleigh scattering.  Now tell me, what makes a lesbian?"

"Well," I reply more seriously, "Sometimes  it's just because it's the
way they are.  There's something different in how their brain or their
glands work and they just don't feel horny around men, just women."

"You mean  there's  something  wrong with  their  brains?"  Lena asks,
pulling back to look at me.

Rather than just give her a straight  answer, I answer her question in
a way that would  make her think. "Lena,  how many people  do you know
with red hair?"

"Not many, a few, why?"

"So people with red hair are different, especially if they've got skin
like mine that tans instead of freckling and burning, right?"

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"So there must be something wrong with me.  Is that right?"

"Of course not, there's nothing wrong with redheads."

"So it's all right  if the difference  is on the  outside where people
can see it?"

"Huh?"

"Well that's what you just said."

"No I didn't." she protests.

"Yes you did.  You agreed with me  that redheads like me are different
and you  seem  to think  that  there's something  wrong  with lesbians
because their  brains are  different, but  there's nothing  wrong with
redheads.  Why?   The only difference I  can see, is that  you can see
red hair but you can't see lesbianism."

"It's not like that." objects.

"Well what IS it like?" I inquire reasonably, closing in for the kill.

"Uh..."  she  trails  off,  "Um..."  she  stops  again,  then  answers
triumphantly, "Because it's  in their  minds, you  were born  with two
sets of genes for red hair, we learned about it at school."

"Well why can't a lesbian have genes that make her a lesbian?"

"Um... I guess they can." she replies, becoming unsure of herself once
more.   "But, there's  got to  be something  wrong with  them, because
everybody knows that it's wrong to be a lesbian."

Katy spots  the  illogic  of  this  argument  and  chips  in  with the
fallacious, but effective argument, "Everybody except Columbus used to
'know' the Earth was flat."

"Oh!"

While Lena ponders this,  Katy asks, "What are  the other reasons that
some girls become lesbians?"

"Being badly hurt by other people." I reply, "It could be because they
got raped  and  now  they can't  trust  men,  especially  in  a sexual
situation.  Or they are fat or considered  ugly and they get picked on
so much by boys that they turn to other girls for support.

"Maybe, they are  just so big  and strong that  they scare  all of the
boys away.  That one's pretty  much self-fulfilling, because; one, the
boys won't have  anything to do  with her; and  two, everybody already
'knows' she's a lesbian because she looks just like one."

"So some lesbians are born  and some are forced  to be lesbians." Katy
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"No." I answer, "What forces somebody to  be a lesbian might be wrong,
being a lesbian is just a  way of adjusting to a  bad situation.  Like
you pretending to be dumb in front of your parents."

"What about gays?  Are they all born  that way?" Katy asks, "After all
you can't rape a man and girls don't care as much if he's ugly."

"Don't bet on it." I tell  her, "It is possible for a  woman to rape a
man, and it  can be even  worse for him,  because they  think like you
think, 'a man can't be raped', so when  it happens he's even less able
to deal with it than a woman.  At least she knows it's possible.  It's
still one of the  most traumatic things that  can happen to  a girl or
woman, but her world view  isn't turned upside down  at the same time.
Besides it's always possible for a man to rape another man.  And a man
gets a lot less  support from the people  around him too.   If a woman
rapes him, most people will treat it as a joke  if they know and if it
was another man, it's very unlikely that he will seek any sort of help
at all.

"No, rape still can  play a part in  making a boy gay,  but it usually
happen in a different  way.  A man  or maybe an older  boy will either
straight out rape a boy, or  they might just convince  him to have sex
with them.  But it's what  they do later that  causes the damage; they
will do their best  to convince the boy  that it was his  fault or his
idea.  If it happens often enough the boy can become convinced that he
is gay.  Again it's very unlikely that he will report it, both because
of threats made by the rapist  and because they boy  is scared of what
other boys will  think if they  found out.   And the worst  part of it
happening that way is, he will often grow up  to do the same things to
other boys himself."

"Oh wow!" Katy  breaths, "That's  really shitty.   I wonder  what sort
Paul is.  He's a friend of Mum's who lives in Brisbane and I know he's
gay."

"It's hard to tell," I say, "unless Jimmy  gets jumpy around him or he
goes off with him alone a lot."

No Jimmy reckons he's great  and if he takes  Jimmy anywhere, he takes
me too.  He says he won't do things for just one of us."

"Well, that doesn't tell  us why he's gay,"  I say, "but  at least you
can be pretty sure he's not a rapist."

That's good," she says, "I like him."

"That's good too." I tell  her, "Too many people  are scared of people
that are  different and  if they're  afraid, they  try to  destroy the
person that scares them.   Be scared of people  for the right reasons,
and if somebody really does scare you, only try to destroy them if you
really have to."

"Why?" Lena asks, "If  somebody is dangerous shouldn't  you get rid of
them?"

"No, think about it."  I say, "If you  try to destroy  them, then they
has a reason  to feel even  more threatened by  you and  they'll be an
even worse threat.   You  should only  attack if  you can't  avoid the


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threat yourself and never try to  deal with a threat  on your own, get
help; your parents,  the police,  a teacher or  somebody else  you can
trust."

"What if you're alone and can't get help?" Lena asks.

"In that  case, do  anything and  everything you  can to  protect your
life, or somebody  else's life.   That's the most  important thing, if
you can't get away, the best thing to do, is to just let it happen and
hope that he  will let  you go afterwards.   Of  course, if  you get a
chance, do your damnedest to rip his balls off.

"Hope like hell that you never, ever  have to deal with something like
that, and God  forbid, if  it ever does,  the most  important thing to
remember is that 'IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT'.  I know that sounds silly, but
it happens,  you start  to think  about  what you  might have  done to
encourage it, and what you might have done to avoid it and if you keep
that up, you fuck  up your mind even  worse than what  the rapist did.
You are going to  feel dirty and  used anyway, don't  give the bastard
the satisfaction of you blaming yourself for his sick deeds."

"I'm starting to wish I'd just knocked  on the caravan door instead of
peeking through  the  window yesterday."  Lena  whispers  snuggling in
tighter to my side.  "Hold me please."

I tighten my arm about her and lightly kiss her forehead.  "Really?" I
ask.

"Not really," she says  burrowing her face into  my chest, "but things
seemed so much simpler before."

"I know, it's called growing up." I reply.

"How do keep  from going  mad, thinking about  everything that  can go
wrong?"

"By trying  to  be  ready for  anything  that  might  happen  and then
forgetting about it until  it does." I  say, "Don't let  life make you
gloomy, because  the world  doesn't really  give  a shit,  one  way or
another.  Seize life by the  throat and squeeze every  last bit of fun
out of it you can."

"Hey that's not my throat!" she giggles. "But you can keep squeezing."

"Hey what about me?" Katy interjects.

"O.K. you can squeeze too." Lena tells her with an impish grin.

Katy pokes her tongue  out and Lena just  giggles again, saying, "Yeah
I'll have some of that too."

"Oooh!" Katy cries, giving  the impression of stamping  her foot, even
though both of them remain curled under her bottom.

"Well?" Lena prods, "I thought you wanted to suck my brains out."

Katy bounces from her seat and hauls Lena  to her feet, then almost in
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sitting astride her shoulders.  "Let's be friends."  she says slurring
the words together  and pulling  up her skirt  to expose  her hairless
little slit to Lena's gaze.

"Oooh let's." Lena giggles and pulls Katy closer.

Squealing at the touch of Lena's  talented tongue, Katy lets her skirt
fall to cover her friend's head.

I reach into my shorts and adjust my already stiffening cock, settling
back to watch what should prove to be a most interesting show.

Katy begins to squeal and wriggle  with delight as an obscene slurping
noise emerges  from beneath  the concealing  folds of  her skirt.   By
watching the expression on Katy's face, I find it quite easy to follow
the progress of Lena's tongue.   As the rapid,  flicking of her tongue
give way  to longer,  slower and  deeper  strokes, Katy's  squeaks and
wiggles give way to  a slower grinding of  her hips as  her head falls
back and her eyes close, and from deep  in her throat, there emerges a
loud moan that is almost a purr.

A minute later her eyes fly  open and she utters  a piercing shriek as
Lena's tongue  spears into  her vagina.   When  her hips  settle, Lena
returns to her long slow  licks and Katy's head  falls back once more.
Then just as Katy  relaxes, her eyes bug  out and her  voice rises and
falls in a rhythm,  that tells me that  Lena has begun  my 'suck, nip,
pull' technique on her young lover's engorged clitoris.

Seconds later her shrill cries are chopped off, and the tendons of her
neck stand out in sharp relief as she cums in great, crashing waves of
pleasure.   Above the  elastic waistband  of  her skirt,  I  watch her
little belly  ripple,  causing  her  breath  to  be  expelled  in deep
animalistic grunts,  in time  with  the powerful  contractions  of her
young vagina.

A few seconds later  her right elbow buckles  and she falls  to lie on
the mattress beside Lena, her young body shuddering as the last of her
orgasm rips through her.  I look to Lena, and she meets my gaze with a
shit eating grin,  her face plastered  with Katy's  slick fluids, from
her chin to just below her eyes.  Even  as I watch, her tongue emerges
from her mouth to  gather up every skerrick  of sweet, feminine juices
that she can reach.

Groaning, Katy rolls onto her belly and  slowly rises to her hands and
knees.   Shaking in  reaction, she  crawls up  Lena's supine  form and
lowers herself on top, her leg pressed  in between Lena's thighs.  She
then begins  to  lick Lena's  face  clean, humping  her  pussy against
Lena's leg as she chases  down every last droplet  of nectar missed by
Lena's tongue.

A few  seconds later,  she rises  a  little and  pulls her  skirt from
beneath herself, pulling it off  over her head and  throwing it at me.
As I inhale the heady aroma of her  arousal, she starts sliding up and
down Lena's  bare  thigh,  leaving  a  trail  of  glistening  wetness.
Lowering her face to Lena's she  flicks her tongue across Lena's lips,
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After a  few  seconds of  deep  passionate kissing,  Lena  pushes Katy
aside, muttering, "Shit Katy, you're just  getting me frustrated." and
reaches down to  undo the  snap at the  front of  her shorts.   Seeing
this, Katy pushes  her hand aside  and take over,  lowering the zipper
and pulling them down and off as Lena lifts her hips.  Katy then pulls
Lena to a sitting position and removes her T-Shirt.

Then pushing Lena back down  to the mattress, she  applies her lips to
an erect nipple and  begins sucking hard,  causing Lena to  cry out in
pleasure.   Switching to  the other  nipple, Katy  gently nips  at the
swollen bud, eliciting  a sharp  gasp, as Lena  grabs the  back of her
head and pulling her entire face into the resilient flesh.

A few moments later Katy  begins to struggle and  Lena releases her to
draw an exaggerated breath, before she  lowers her mouth once more and
begins to suck, nip and pull on  the twin mounds of mammary perfection
rising before her.   One of  Lena's hands rises  once more  to cup the
back of  Katy's  head as  the  other reaches  around  to  probe Katy's
drooling pussy and tight, little arsehole.

Katy continues  to  mouth  Lena's quivering  breasts  for  a  few more
seconds, then starts kissing her way down Lena's body.  As Katy's hot,
little quim moves out  of reach, Lena lifts  both of her  hands to her
engorged nipples and  begins playing  with them, rolling  them between
thumb and fingertips  and pulling them  outwards until  they slip from
her grip.  She squeals and jumps as Katy's tongue dips into her navel,
but her hands keep up their  assault on her firm  young tits as Katy's
tongue delves lower and reaches the top of the jocks Lena is wearing.

Pulling back she  looks at the  soft cotton encasing  her friends hips
and mound, lightly  tracing the edge  of the spreading  damp patch and
pulling at the baggy folds of the front  panel with her fingertips.  A
few seconds later she, slips her hand in through the leg band, forming
a fist once it  is inside.   Giggling, she extends  her thumb, causing
the fabric to tent up like there was a prick inside.

Wrapping her other hand around the extended digit, she moves it up and
down in a wanking motion as  Lena lets go of her  nipples and rises to
her elbows to look.  Half giggling and half moaning, she says, "That's
it Katy, jerk me off.  Wank my dick for me.

The side of  Katy's fist  must be  giving considerable  stimulation to
Lena's clit, because as I  watch, the wet patch  continues to grow and
her breath comes in shorter  and shorter gasps.   A few seconds later,
Katy moves down until her wet, little cunt presses against Lena's toes
and lowers her head to engulf her thumb  and the fabric covering it in
her hot little mouth.

"That's it Katy, suck  my cock.   Suck my cock  through your brother's
jocks.  Suck  your brother's  dick."  As  she exhorts  Katy to perform
this lewd  simulated  blow  job, she  grasps  the  engorged  nubbin of
Katy's, oversized clitoris between her first  two toes and pulls on it
until it slips free.

Katy gasps at the  new sensation and sucks  with increased vigour, the
side of  her  fist pummelling  Lena's  mound as  Lena  bucks  her hips
against it.    She keeps  this  up  a little  longer,  then  spits the
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knees and forces  them up to  her chest.   Lying back,  Lena grips her
legs, pulling them  wide as  Katy pulls the  crotch of  Lena's soaking
undies to  one side  and starts  sucking  and licking  the  moist slot
within.

"Fuck!" Lena groans, "Oh Fuck, suck me, suck my cunt.  Oh God yesss!"

Katy brings one of her  hands up and extending  three fingers she jams
them in at the bottom  of Lena's drooling slot.   "FUCK!" Lena screams
in response to this latest intrusion, "FUCK MEEE!"

Nothing loath, Katy  begins to  ram her fingers  in and  out of Lena's
dripping cunt, quickly adding a fourth finger as she continues to lick
and suck on Lena clit and distended inner labia.  A few moments later,
she curls her thumb under  her fingers and drives  her whole hand into
Lena's vagina with an obscene squelch.

"FUUUCK!" Lena's voice rises in a bane sihde wail and there is no hint
of sanity in  it as she  screams, "FUCK MEEEE,   FUCK MEEEE,   FUCK MY
CUNT!  PUT YOUR WHOLE FUCKING ARM IN YOU BITCH LESBIAN WHORE!"

I watch  the corners  of Katy's  mouth turn  up at  the corners  in an
depraved grimace,  as  she  forms her  hand  into  a  fist  and begins
punching it in and out, her arm  disappearing to halfway to the elbow,
as she fist fucks Lena into oblivion.   Only seconds later Lena's legs
fly out straight  as her  hands slap the  mattress and  she forces her
hips up against Katy's deeply embedded hand.

Screaming incoherently,  Lena's hips  rise and  fall, her  entire body
shuddering uncontrollably  as  wave after  wave  of  orgasmic pleasure
pound her body into an unresponsive mass of quivering girl flesh.  Her
screams slowly fading as Katy continues to maniacally pump her fist in
short sharp jabs, deep within Lena's convulsing body.

Finally, driven beyond  endurance, Lena's  body goes  completely limp,
her hips falling back to the mattress as  she falls into a dead faint.
Katy turns her head towards me,  grinning dementedly, her face smeared
from brow to chin with Lena's love  juices.  "Oh goody!" she exclaims,
her eyes falling to my lap. "You're ready now."

I follow her gaze and realise for the  first time, that I've pushed my
shorts down to my  knees and I'm fisting  a cock that is  more like an
iron bar, than anything  of flesh and blood.   Only the  fact that I'd
already cum four times, has kept  me from wasting my  seed all over my
stomach.  Almost ready to cum,  I manage to force  my fingers open and
release my cock to fall with a wet slap against my belly.

"Not yet."  I tell  her,  "I've got  to  save what's  left  for later.
Besides I think she's waking up."

Even as I  speak, Lena  utters a  groan that  begins somewhere  in her
toes.  Her head lolls from side to side a few times and she forces her
eyes open.  Still groaning she tries to lift her head, only to have it
fall back before she  can get it more  than a few inches  clear of the
mattress.  Finally  she drags  her arm  across the  bed and  curls her
fingers about  the corner  of  a pillow.    Moaning, she  pulls  it to
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"Oh fuck!" she groans. "That was so intense."

"How do you feel?" Katy asks grinning.

"Like I've  been  fucked  with a  jackhammer."    she  replies. "Jesus
Christ, I  still can't  believe your  whole hand  fits in  there." she
utters a little yelp and I guess that  Katy is flexing her fingers, as
she squeals, "Stop that!"

"Spoilsport." Katy replies, "Pull your bum up  then, I want to take it
out and I don't want to waste any of your cum."

Groaning, Lena pulls her legs  back, until her hips  are well clear of
the bed and Katy  extracts her hand  with an obscene  slurp.  Lowering
her head, she  laps hungrily  at the milky  fluid that  begins to well
from Lena's gaping cunt as it  rapidly resumes it's normal dimensions.
Half a minute  or so later,  she fastens her  lips to  the entrance to
Lena's vagina and  pulls her  hips back down  to the  bed as  she suck
noisily, vacuuming every  last droplet  of sweet,  ambrosial ejaculate
from Lena's raw looking vulva.

With cheeks bulging,  Katy climbs  to her feet  and comes  over to me.
Kneeling astride my lap, she grinds her dripping pussy against my rock
hard staff of  life and  presses her lips  to mine  as I  wrap my arms
around her and pull her even  closer.  She keeps her  lips closed as I
open mine to accept  her kiss and  squirts a small  quantity of Lena's
sweet juices  into my  mouth.   She  then wriggles  from my  grasp and
returns to Lena.

As I roll  Lena's incredible  nectar around my  mouth with  my tongue,
savouring a taste that is beyond  all but the poorest of descriptions,
I watch Katy lie  down beside her friend  and pull her  onto her side.
They wrap their arms  about each other  in a loving  embrace and press
their lips  together, passing  the sweet,  delightful elixir  back and
forth in a kiss that is more affectionate than passionate.

For over  a  minute  they  embrace,  while  I  continue  to  roll  the
intoxicating liquor  of Lena's  spend around  inside my  mouth, slowly
diluting it with  my saliva,  allowing only  the slightest  trickle to
pass over the back of my tongue.  Finally  they break and with a final
swirl of her own sweet fluids  within her mouth, Lena  looks to me and
says, "Take that shirt off and come here."

Swallowing, the last of  her cum, I get  to my feet,  letting my short
fall about my  ankles as  I pull  my shirt  off.   Dropping it  on the
couch, I step  out of  my shorts and  walk over  to them,  my prick so
rigid that it  barely bobs as  I move.   Lena reaches up  and pulls me
down to lie on my back  in the gap they  have made between themselves.
I slip  my  arms  behind their  necks,  pillowing  their  heads  on my
shoulders as they snuggle up to  my sides, each of  them lifting a leg
over my hips  as they press  their damp mounds  up against  me.  Damp?
Lena's undies are absolutely saturated and even unclothed, Katy is not
much better.

Lena tilts her face up to mine for a kiss  and as she closes her eyes,
I gently, lovingly  press my  mouth to hers,  still tasting  her sweet
nectar on her lips.   Even as we  kiss, I feel her  body relax further
and a moment later  she begins to snore  quietly.  I  gently pull away


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from her  slack  lips  and  after  briefly  pressing  my  lips  to her
forehead, I allow Katy to pull my head around to face her.

Her eyes dance with barely suppressed  mirth and her tongue flicks out
to brush the tip of my chin.  "You need a shave." she giggles quietly.

"Maybe later." I whisper back, "But right  now, I'm going to put these
whiskers to good use."

"How?" she asks.

"Like this."  I  say,  trapping  her  head  against  my  shoulder  and
scrubbing my bristly chin and cheek against her forehead and the upper
half of her cheek.

Giggling she pushes  my head away  and turns a  mock scowl on  me.  "I
won't kiss you if you do that again." she tells me.

"Promises, promises." I  say and,  slip my head  free of  her hand and
give her face one last scrub.

Grinning she cups her hand and violently clenches it.  Mock wincing, I
say, "O.K. I'll be good, I promise."

"You're silly." she giggles, "But I like you anyway."

"I like me too." I tell her and she turns her head to set her teeth on
my collarbone.   "O.K. O.K. I  like you a  bit too." I  feel her teeth
tighten a little  and I quickly  say, "A lot,  I like you  a lot." Her
teeth continue  to tighten  and I  yelp, "I  love you,  I love  you to
pieces."

"That's better." she tells me, releasing me and tuning her face up for
a kiss.  I lower my mouth to hers and gently suck on her little tongue
as it darts between my lips, them follow it  back into her mouth as it
withdraws.  She  gives me  a few  seconds to  explore her  warm little
mouth and then I  feel her lips tighten  in a smirk and  she close her
teeth on my tongue.

She holds me  like that for  a few moments  before releasing  me and I
pull my head back to look into her dancing eyes.   "Yep, I love you to
pieces," I say, "but Lena's still my girlfriend."

She glowers at me for a  few seconds, then grins, "I  don't care.  She
can have you." she tells me, reaching  down to wrap her fingers around
my cock, "I just want to borrow this bit every now and then."

"I guess I  can manage  once a week  for you."  I tell  her, earning a
scowl and a squeeze in response.  "Maybe twice."

Instead of tightening her grip further,  she releases me and says with
a grin, "I'll just have to see what Lena  has to say about that, won't
I?"  She then snuggles in  tighter and presses her  cheek to my chest,
sighing contentedly  as I  gently caress  her  back and  side  with my
fingertips.





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Chapter 9            - REVELATIONS.



Some time later, I wake  to feel the girls  shivering a little against
my sides.   Surrounded on  both sides, by  their bodies,  I'm a little
warmer, but the air has a chill bite to it and I realise that the fire
must have  gone out.   With  infinite  care, I  extricate  myself from
between the warm  little bodies pressed  up against my  sides and slip
the pillow under  Lena's head.   I  pull the  blanket from  the single
mattress and turning  back, I discover  that Katy has  rolled into the
gap, I'd just  vacated and  her cheek  is now  pressed into  the upper
swell of Lena's breast.

After covering them with  the blanket, I  slip my clothes  back on and
move into the kitchen to check the  stove; even the ashes hold nothing
but the faintest trace of  warmth.  Sighing, I  brush them through the
grate and take the ash  drawer outside.  Slipping  my feet into Jane's
gumboots, I collect the axe and a split of dry firewood on my way down
the stairs, noting in passing that the rain has stopped and high level
winds are beginning to shred the clouds.

I use some  of the  ashes to cover  the noisome  contents of  the can,
tipping the rest into a nearby metal drum already half full of ash and
clinker.  I  stop to take  care of a  few needs of  my own, sprinkling
more ashes on top.  I  then go back out to the  chopping block to chop
the split up into kindling.

I try to be  as quiet as possible,  but about halfway  through, I hear
Katy say accusingly, "You let the fire go out."

I look up to the verandah and see the pair of them looking down at me.
Katy is standing in front,  pressed up against the  rail.  Lena stands
behind her, her arms and the  blanket enfolding her.   "Well I see the
two of you have made 'friends'." I say jokingly.

Lena blushes  prettily, but  I see  her arms  tighten and  she briefly
lowers her head to press her lips to the  crown of Katy's head.  "Yeah
we're 'les be frens'."  Katy giggles and  I see the  blanket ripple, a
second later Lena emits a little squeal of surprise and presses harder
against Katy, trapping her impertinent fingers between them.

Grinning, I turn back  to the block and  finish chopping the kindling.
I then gather  it and axe  up and bounce  up the stairs.   Dropping my
burden with a clatter, I step out of the  boots and slip up behind the
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kiss that I'm happy to deliver.   And of course  Katy demands the same
treatment.

Having paid the toll,  I cuddle up behind  Lena and we  stare out over
the devastation left  by the  storm.  The  dam for  the most  part has
retreated within  the confines  of  it's banks,  revealing  the gaping
wound that is all  that remains of the  island.  Where  the willow has
been bodily uprooted, there remains only a tiny crescent of muddy soil
towards the far side of the  dam, clinging to it  are a few bedraggled
plants, for the  most part  bowed down by  the weight  of the  mud and
grass stalks still clinging to them.

Suddenly the entire scene fractures into  a million points of light as
the clouds to  the west  break apart, allowing  the sun  through to be
reflected and refracted  by the raindrops  clinging to  every leaf and
surface.  In my arms, the girls breath  sighs of rapt wonderment and I
pull them even closer.

As the clouds continue to race before  the wind, a rainbow takes shape
in the east  and the  girls give voice  to rapturous  cries, spoiled a
moment later,  as  Katy displays  a  mercenary streak,  "Oh  wow!" she
breaths, "I wish  there really was  a pot of  gold at the  foot of the
rainbow."

"There is you know." I tell her, and she squirms around in Lena's arms
to look up at me as if I'd gone daft.

"That's just a story." she protests, "Like the Easter Bunny."

"If you're talking about a big  black iron pot overflowing with coins,
then you're right." I say, "But  there is something even more precious
at the foot  of each and  every rainbow.   Lena, look at  it with that
artist's eye of yours and trace the rainbow  around in a big circle to
where the ends meet and tell me what's there."

She does as I ask, and  a moment later, starts  in surprise, "We are!"
she says in a wondering  tone, staring out into  the distance.  "We're
standing right over the foot of the rainbow."

"That's right Lena," I say, "Each and  every person stands at the foot
of their own  personal rainbow  and right  now, you  two are  the most
precious things in the world to me."

Lena presses back against me, tilting  her head back for another kiss.
I lower my lips  to hers and  we briefly, eternally,  declare our love
for each other with that intimate caress.

"I can't see  it." Katy  cries in frustration,  interrupting us  and I
look down into her eyes.

"It's O.K. Katy," I say, "It's hard to see with a big rainbow.  Try it
one day with a hose and you'll see what I mean.  That's how I found it
the first time."

"But I want to see the real thing." she cries.

"O.K." I say, "stare at the rainbow and fix  it in your mind until you
can see it with  your eyes closed.   When you've done  that, keep them


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closed and fill  in the rest  of it.   Now imagine the  sun is shining
through the back of your head right into the middle of the rainbow."

"Oh wow!" she breaths  rapturously, "you're right.   I've found my pot
of gold and I love you both."

"And I love you." Lena and I declare in the same breath.

"Jinx." Katy giggles and wriggles from our grasp, becoming once more a
little girl intent on as much mischief as she can create.  "Oh this is
gonna be so much fun.  I can say anything I  want to you and you can't
answer back."  she jeers, skipping  backwards, her naked little body a
delightful sight against the glittering panorama surrounding us.

Lena turns in my arms to  look up at me, a funny  grin on her face, as
she wraps the blanket around me and lifts her face for a kiss.  One of
her hands snakes between us  to unfasten my shorts  and push them from
my hips to fall about my  feet.  At the same time,  my hands reach for
her, and I discover she has already  discarded her undies.  Pulling me
close, she rubs her belly against my prick.

Ignoring Katy's teasing prattle,  I cup Lena's bottom  in my hands and
lift her to wrap  her legs about my  waist and probe  between her lips
with my tongue as she lets  the blanket fall and  wraps her arms about
my neck.  We caress each other's mouths  and lips with our tongues and
Lena rubs herself  against my hardening  prick as I  carry her inside,
briefly grinning into each other's mouths as Katy moves on to a highly
improbable description  of  our  ancestry and  personal  habits  in an
effort to get us to speak.

My eyes widen in surprise as I discover just how closely, she has been
listening to  the  stockmen  and I  silently  applaud  her  command of
English vernacular.   Lena giggles into  my mouth, as  Katy follows us
into the  lounge  and  lets  fly  with  a  description  of  a patently
impossible act, involving  myself, both  of my  parents, a  ferret and
three rabbits.

A few moments later, as I lower Lena to the mattress and begin to hump
my almost rigid prick against the outside of Lena's delightfully moist
pussy, Katy starts to get  really nasty and Lena  and I exchange looks
of barely suppressed  mirth.  Katy  continues to  discuss our pedigree
and any offspring that we might have for another five minutes, then as
she realises that she has  begun to repeat herself,  she gives vent to
one last burst of blistering invective and stomps out of the room.

Lena and I giggle at each other softly and  she pushes me over onto my
back.   She follows,  rolling on  top of  me and  rising to  a sitting
position astride my  hips with  the tip of  my cock  peeking obscenely
between her labia.   She pull my hands  up to where  her nipples crown
the warm, resilient flesh of her beautiful  breasts.  As she begins to
rock back  and forth  along the  rigid  length of  my shaft,  I gently
fondle the firm, rubbery flesh of her extended nipples.

Her breathing  begins to  quicken and  I increase  the pressure  of my
fingertips on her nipples, lightly pinching and pulling on the pliable
little nubbins.  A moment later Katy returns to the room with the Jack
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Looking about the room, I spy the  hairbrush sitting where I'd left it
on the arm  of the  couch and letting  go of  Lena's starboard  tit, I
point it out to Katy.  She follows my finger  and moves to pick it up.
Still grinning, she holds it in one hand and begins to lightly pat her
backside with  the back  of the  brush  as she  slowly lifts  the open
bottle towards her lips.

I shake my head  and she stops, looking  at my hand as  I point to the
hairbrush and make a twisting gesture.   She slowly turns the bristles
of the hairbrush  towards her flesh  and I nod.   Eyes  wide, she very
carefully sets the  bottle and the  hairbrush on the  coffee table and
backs away from them  with her hands conspicuously  clasped behind her
back.  I grin  and nod approvingly as  Lena shakes silently  on top of
me, sending delightful sensations coursing through  my groin.  Turning
once more, Katy exits the room, slamming the outside door behind her.

A few seconds  later she  returns with the  kindling and  ash tray and
Lena and I exchange grins, as  a violent clattering announces that she
is relighting the stove.  A  few seconds later, we  start as the phone
rings and I  hear the poker  clatter to the  floor in the  kitchen.  I
push Lena from me  and lunge for  the phone, grabbing  the receiver as
Katy plunges through the door.

She pulls up  short and folds  her arms over  her nonexistent breasts,
smirking as she waits for me to break the jinx.

Instead, I just silently wait  and a few seconds  later, I hear Jane's
voice, "Geoff?  Is that you Geoff?  Can you hear me?"

"Yeah Jane, I can hear you.  Somebody just jinxed us, that's all.  I'm
naming no names, but our house guest  is frantically waiting for me to
say her name." Lena  looks daggers at me  as I continue,  "It's a good
thing somebody didn't make it personal."

Jane laughs quietly, as Katy burst out,  "Mum, you spoiled it, I would
have made him talk soon."

"I heard that." chortles Jane. "How are things going?"

"Fine," I reply, "the  rain's stopped and the  clouds are breaking up.
There is one thing I forgot to mention earlier; you don't have much of
an island left in the dam, The wind tore the willow right out and most
of the dirt with it."

"Oh well, that's no great loss,  I'd sort of hoped  that with all that
water, the roots  would grow  and hold it  together, but  I guess they
just weren't  deep  enough  yet.    How  are  the  girls,  they're not
complaining about the plain fare are they?"

"They're fine." I reply, "No, Liam  and I managed to set  up a sort of
flying fox over the creek and we had steak for lunch."

"Lucky you." she says enviously, "We got vegemite sandwiches and lousy
tea.  It's  a total madhouse  here.  James  is off  with the emergency
workers helping clean up  and weather proof peoples  houses.  Us wives
are supposed to be cooking,  but there's bugger all  foods as both big
supermarkets are great piles  of rubble and all  of the smaller places
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"They've got a  train coming  up from Bundaberg,  but with  all of the
trees down over  the line,  they're having  to go  damned slowly.   At
least somebody  here's  managed  to  rig  some  sort  of  cow  catcher
arrangement on a  shunter and  the can just  push most  of it  off the
line.  Lucky for us too, we'd done our shopping yesterday, so at least
we'll have groceries when we get home."

"Won't they confiscate them?" I ask curiously.

"Not if they don't know  they're there and I'm  certainly not going to
tell them." she tells me, "Besides, what  we have wouldn't go very far
shared out between over five hundred people."

"Good point.  When do you think you'll be able to make it back here?"

"James reckons the creeks should  be down enough to  let us through by
early tomorrow afternoon, though  how long it takes  us once we're off
the highway depends on how many  trees we have to  move.  Luckily with
all those things that  have been going  AWOL, we keep  the chainsaw in
the car, so at least that's all right.   Liam and the Sheads are going
to start working from your end tomorrow morning, so with a bit of luck
we'll be home sometime between three and five o'clock tomorrow."

"That's great." I  say.   Then turning towards  Katy, I  add, "I'll be
glad get rid of your daughter."

"Ill get you for that!" Katy threatens.

"She hasn't been  any trouble has  she?" Jane ask,  her tone promising
mayhem for Katy if she has.

"Well," I draw the word out, "Let's  see," I continue, fending her off
as she lunges for the phone, "she's been an absolute..."

"It's not true, I haven't done  anything" Katy yells, trying to wrench
the receiver from my grasp.

"delight." I finish, "Except for the kick she just aimed at me."

"Well, you  have  my  full permission  to  administer  chastisement as
necessary." Jane tells me.

"I don't think that'll be necessary."  I reply, "She look pretty funny
hopping around on  one foot.   Maybe this will  teach her  to wear her
knickers."

"Geoff!" Katy screams, covering her splayed  pussy lips with her hands
as Lena looks on in shock, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

Jane guffaws loudly,  "Not that  one," she  informs me,  "her sister's
just the same, they've both got an exhibitionistic streak a mile wide.
If it bothers you too much blister her backside, otherwise ignore her,
she likes  an  audience  and without  that  she  usually  gives  up in
disgust.

"Come to think  of it, I  seem to remember,  way back in  the dim dark
ages of my youth,  that there were times  Dad and I'd  go on walkabout


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with the  local tribe  of aboriginals  near our  station and  I'd come
back, almost as black as  them wearing nothing more  than the smile on
my face.   The third  time we did  it, Mum  took my  clothes before we
left, so I wouldn't give them away.  So maybe  it's in the blood.  I'd
probably still do it today, but who'd look?"

Wisely, I ignore her  question and ask, "How'd  your parents deal with
the missionaries?  I would have thought  they'd be right down on white
children mixing with the so called 'lesser breeds' especially naked."

Oops wrong  button.  "We  didn't deal  with  them  at  all."  she says
bleakly, "Not after  they took me  for one of  the aboriginal children
and tried to kidnap me."

"They'd come  to our  property to  buy some  cattle for  their mission
station, and while they were there  they visited the camp  to do a bit
of preaching.   Then,  instead of  going back  that night,  they drove
until they were out of sight  of the house and took  the truck a place
about a mile from  the camp and waited  till the men  went off hunting
the next morning.

"They then grabbed about thirty  off us kids who  were at the swimming
hole and marched us at gunpoint to the truck  and forced us inside.  I
tried to tell them who I  was, but they just thought I  was one of the
station owner's bastard half-caste children and laughed at me."

"Look," she says, "You  just touched a bit  of a sore  tooth with, me.
There's a queue's starting to  build up outside the  booth.  I'll tell
you the rest of  this story when I  get back.  Actually  I think Jimmy
might need to  hear it  too.  He  made a  few comments,  I didn't like
about the aboriginal family in the next stall last night."

"O.K. We'll see you for  afternoon tea tomorrow." I  say. "You want to
say anything to Gipsy Rose Lee here?"

"Yeah put her on."

"Katy," I say holding out the receiver, "Your mother wants to speak to
you."

"Let go  my  foot."  she yelps,  still  bouncing  around.  "Yeah Mum."
<pause> "Yeah, I should have known better.   Next time I'll wait until
he's not looking." <pause>  "I'm joking Mum." <pause>  "Yeah, HE would
too." <pause> "I love you too Mum. Bye."

Katy hands the receiver back and  motions for me to hang  it up.  "Now
let my foot go you bastard, my leg's getting tired."

"What?" I cup my hand to my ear. "I can't hear you."

"I said let my foot go, please." she snarls.

"Of course Katy."  I reply  sweetly and give  the foot  a little jerk,
that sends her tumbling into my arms.

"What do you think Lena?   How many nasty things did  she say about us
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"I think you're a bastard too." she replies amiably, finally permitted
to speak by  the rules  of the game.  "I think  she must  have said at
least a hundred.  And I though you said we  had to be careful, why did
you say Katy had no clothes on."

I didn't,"  I say,  "I said  she had  no knickers,  a practice  that I
already knew  her parents  were aware  of.   Look  over there  in that
cupboard, you'll find a photo album.  Go and get it and bring it here.
Besides," I add, "If I was fucking Katy, would I risk saying something
like that?"

"That makes sense," Lena says thoughtfully, "I think."

"Why can't I have parents who just show off  pictures of my bum when I
was a baby and be done  with it?"  Katy  laments, struggling to escape
my grasp.

"You love it."  I say  tickling her.  "If you  could, you'd  walk down
Bourke Street stark naked."

"Would not!" she protest through her giggles.

I continue to  assault her  ribs and  a moment  later, she  gives in,.
"O.K., O.K. I would."

I let up,  and she squirms  around to look  up at  me, "Actually," she
says, "I'd wear  a short skirt  and bend over  a lot.   I wouldn't get
arrested that way."

"What do you want to show  me?" Lena asks holding  out the album, "And
why did you want to know how many nasty things she said?"

"So we could  calculate how  many times we  should spank  her." I say,
"Here sit on this."  I pin Katy to  the mattress and wait  for Lena to
take up station astride her chest.

I take the album and flip through it  until I find Katy's little show.
Showing Lena, I say. "James showed these  to me the other night, after
Katy came  into the  lounge  and flashed  her  pussy at  me  after her
shower."

"And ten minutes later I sat in his lap and rubbed up against his dick
and came, right in front of Mum and Dad." Katy boasts.

"You didn't?" Lena gasps.

"Uh huh," Katy replies  giggling. "It was  fun.  I  didn't really mean
too, but I  was pretty horny  already and it  felt so  naughty that it
happened before I could stop it."

"How come they didn't notice?" Lena asks.

"Because Dad and Geoff had tickled me  until I nearly wet myself," she
replies, "so it just looked like I was trying to get my breath back."

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"How about one for every bad  thing she said?" I  ask as Katy explodes
into motion, trying to dislodge Lena from her chest.

"Oooh, fifty each!"  Lena exclaims  delightedly, pinning  Katy's hands
and moving down to sit on  her stomach, dangling her  tits just out of
reach of Katy's snapping teeth.

"Oh goody!" Katy says happily, "I should  get at least three cums that
way."

"Lena winks at me  and says, "Help me  turn her over, I'll  sit on her
shoulders and you can sit on her feet and we'll take turns."

Katy is very cooperative, helping us  get her positioned with a pillow
under her belly,  the corner  pulled up between  her legs.   Then once
Katy is  properly pinned,  Lena makes  a  long arm  and  retrieves the
hairbrush.

"This'll fix  her." Lena  says slipping  the  brush under  the pillow,
bristles up and pulls the pillow away.

Katy lowers  her  hips  and  immediately  jerks  them  upwards  as she
discovers what lies directly below her plump mons and clit.

"Yeow!" Katy  protests  vociferously, stopping  her  struggles, almost
before they begin as Lena places both hands on her bum and pushes.

"I like the  way you think."  I tell Lena  laughing. "Torquemada would
have been proud."

"Why thankyou, I  try to  do my best."  Lena replies  modestly, "Who's
Torquemada?"

"A torturer who was very good at his job." I reply.

"You know, I think  I like this  method." I say  reflectively, "All we
have to do is sit here and wait for her to punish herself and our arms
won't get tired.   How about you  Katy, are you  getting tired holding
your bum up like that?"

Katy begins discussing  our ancestry at  great lengths and  Lena and I
grin at each other over her trembling backside.

Winking at Lena,  I gently slide  the hairbrush from  beneath Katy and
say, "O.K. Katy here it comes, I can't be bothered waiting any longer.

I watch  the  muscles  of her  buttocks  and  thighs  tighten  and the
invective becomes even more creative and  improbable.  Lifting my arm,
I deliver  a medium  soft slap  to Katy's  taught buttock,  nodding to
Lena, as I raise  my arm.   Her hand falls  on the other  cheek and we
quickly get into the rhythm.

About blow number  twenty Katy's  thing muscles  cramp and  her middle
drops to the bed  and immediately bounces  back.  A  moment later Katy
finishes her tirade with a simple, "You bastards."

Lena looks at me  and we burst in  to uncontrollable laughter, falling
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Katy promptly  scrambles  away, then  darts  back in  to  retrieve the
hairbrush before retreating to the far side of the mattress.

When Lena and I finally recover, we roll over to look at Katy and find
her pumping the  handle of  the hairbrush  in her  pussy as  she flips
though the copy of Private.  Looking over at us she declares, "I don't
need you."

"O.K." I say easily, "Come on Lena, let's get this fire going." I rise
and help Lena to her feet.  Katy gives us an outraged expression as we
dismiss her.  Ignoring it, I pull Lena against my side and collect the
bottle of Jack Daniels on our way to the kitchen.

While I finish laying the fire  and set a match to  it, Lena pours the
remainder of the bourbon  into glasses, giving me  about twice as much
as herself, making up the difference with  water.  She then cuddles up
to me, as we listen to the cheery crackle of the kindling taking fire,
slowly sipping our  drinks.   Once I am  sure the  fire has  caught, I
close the firebox door and check all the dampers.

"Want to work on the jigsaw?" Lena asks.

"Why not," I reply, "I don't think we're going  to get much fun out of
Katy for a while."

"I heard that!" Katy cries from the door.

We turn to see Katy standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame
as she licks the handle of the hairbrush like a lollipop.

"Hello Katy." I say,  "Isn't it going to  be uncomfortable cuddling up
to your new boyfriend tonight?"

I duck as her new 'boyfriend'  sails past my ear  and clatters off the
wall. "Does this mean you just gave him the flick?" I ask reasonably.

"Oh I give up."  she throws her hands  in the air  in exasperation and
grins.  "Truce?"

"Truce." I confirm. "Let's get going on this jigsaw."

She joins  us at  the table,  standing  so close  to me  that  her hip
brushes my  leg. Almost  immediately, she  pounces on  a piece  with a
triumphant cry and drops  it into position, pounding  it down with the
side of her fist.

After that it becomes  a friendly competition, with  much giggling and
hip bumping as we vie to  see who can get the  most pieces into place.
Early in the piece we remain fairly even, but as the chalet and garden
begins to take shape  Katy begins to  pull ahead.   Showing an uncanny
knack for seeing if a piece  in her hand will join  to what is already
in place, she picks up a  piece glances at it,  looks at the partially
completed puzzle then either discards it, or pounds it into place.

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Before I can reply,  Katy cheerfully agrees  and picks up  the bowl we
had used to keep  the pieces of sky  in and moves around  to the other
side of the table.  At  first she is slow, but  she continues to place
pieces using  the  same  method, rather  than  taking  each  piece and
testing it all around the edges  as I would.  Seeing  this, Lena and I
exchange looks and quickly get back to work.

Without Katy the bottom section of the puzzle takes shape more slowly,
and we concentrate  mightily to  keep up with  the thumping  of Katy's
fist.  A little later she  slows down and I look up  to see she is now
filling in pieces methodically, row  by row.  Feeling  my eyes on her,
she looks up with a shit eating grin then goes back to her pounding.

"I think we're in trouble Lena." I say.

She looks up to what Katy is doing and is met by that same infuriating
grin. "You  could be  right," she  responds.  "but I'm  not  giving up
without a  fight."  Having said  this  the returns  to  the  fray with
renewed vigour.

I join in and we to our best to  ignore the regular thumping of Katy's
fist.   Some  little time  later  I'm  surprised to  see  that  we are
actually holding our own if not gaining a little.  As the holes in our
section of the  puzzle continue  to shrink it,  we close  the gap with
Katy.  To her credit, she continues with her self imposed handicap and
we are running neck and neck as the last few pieces drop into place.

Finally though, Katy finishes the sky first  and sits back to wait for
us to finish.   A minute or so  later we place the  last piece left in
the box,  discovering that  two pieces  are missing.   Then  with that
bloody grin  still on  her face,  Katy retrieves  them from  under her
empty bowl and simultaneously pounds them into place with both fists.

"Don't mess with the best." she  skites, taking a step backwards. Then
emitting a screech fit  to wake the  dead, she windmills  her arms and
goes over backwards  to land with  a heavy thump  on her  arse, at the
same time the hairbrush shoots from under  the table, coming to a stop
wedged under the front of the fridge.

"I see pride doth  goeth before the fall."  I observe to  Lena as Katy
rises rubbing  her  poor abused  backside  as she  hobbles  around the
table.

"Hey!" she says, "Nobody's  checked the fire."   She opens the firebox
to reveal only a few glowing coals.  She quickly scrapes them together
and adds a some smallish pieces of wood  from the box beside the fire.
Fortunately enough  heat remains  for the  chimney to  draw and  a few
minutes later the fire is crackling merrily.   Katy then adds a couple
of larger pieces and closes the dampers.

"O.K. what do you two want to eat?" I ask.

"Pancakes again?" Katy asks hopefully.

"Forget it.  We've got enough cleaning to do without that."

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"Like those 'root rags' Lena stuffed  in your parents wardrobe."  "How
do you do the laundry without power?"

"We stir it with  a big stick  in the washing  machine." Katy replies,
adding with a grin, "Jimmy has to do it too and doesn't he hate it."

"Not this  time he  doesn't." I  say,  "The idea  is to  clean  up the
'fucking' smell BEFORE people get home."

"Good point." she says, then grins, "I'll make dinner."

I look at Lena and say, "We'd better get some clothes on then."

Leaving Katy to  her pots  and pans, we  move into  the lounge.   Lena
selects a clean pair of jocks and a tracksuit of Jimmy's while I get a
pair of jeans and a windcheater from  the clothes my mother had packed
for me.   We then move  about the house  collecting all  of the towels
that have participated  in our  lovemaking.  The  jocks that  Lena had
been wearing earlier  in the  day get added  to the  pile and  after a
quick sniff, Katy's skirt.

By some quirk of  fate, my towel had  been spared, so I  lay it to one
side for  us to  use that  night.   The  next day  that last  piece of
evidence would go home with me and the sheets could be left to soak.

The washing machine  under the house  is one of  those old cylindrical
things with a  mangle; while it  fills, Lena and  I move  out into the
middle of what is left of the lawn,  the cool mud squeezing up between
out toes in a delightful way.  Arm in arm we turn to the west and look
towards the setting sun.   The shredded remains of  the storm make for
an absolutely spectacular  sunset, brilliant  pinks, oranges  and reds
abound, extending over nearly three quarters of the sky.

As the colours begin to retreat from  the east, I remember the running
water and we hurry back to the house, where washing machine now stands
in a  growing puddle  of water.    Draining off  the excess,  we begin
washing, stirring  with  a  plastic paddle  liberated  from  a child's
inflatable boat.   We find  that we have  to trade  off stirring every
couple of  minutes, but  twenty minutes  later  we have  finished both
loads and are putting the last of the wet towels through the wringer.

We use the water  draining from the  washing machine to  rinse the mud
from our feet and take our damp load up  to the verandah where we hang
it on  the lines  hanging from  the  rafters.   Inside the  odour that
greets us surprises me considerably, being one that I would not expect
this far out in  the boonies.  A  quick peek in the  oven confirms the
diagnosis, pizza, a little light on the cheese but pizza all the same.

We find  Katy in  the  lounge, sitting  in  front of  the  TV watching
Charles in Charge.  "Where'd you learn to make pizza?" I ask.

Instead of answering, she  waves for us  to be silent,  her eyes never
leaving the screen  in front of  her.  Lena  and I settle  back on the
couch with our arms about each other.  A few minutes later an ad comes
on and Katy turns towards us.  "God he's cute.  What did you say?"

"Where'd you learn to make pizza?   And why is the TV  on, I though we
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"Oh pooh,"  she  says, "We've  still  got the  other  battery  and the
storm's over.  And I learned to make pizza  because we all like it and
it's too far to get deliveries out here.  The dough's easy to make and
even you could do the rest."

"Don't be cheeky." I say, "I'm not that bad a cook."

"Whatever." she says absently.

"Whatever yourself. Now put  some clothes on, we're  going to eat like
civilised human  beings  tonight.   Besides"  I  add,  "It  might just
prevent a repeat of last night  too, if you have  to wash them instead
of just your body."

"After this." she  says, waving at  the TV, where  the commercials are
still running.

"Now!" I order, "Or should I go and get your boyfriend?"

With one  eye on  the telly  and in  very poor  grace, Katy  rises and
dresses in a baggy pair of shorts and an oversized windcheater, easily
finishing before the ads.

Once the show is over, Katy  and Lena go to get  the pizza, pushing me
back into the  couch when  I rise to  help. "You've  got to  save your
strength, you're going to need it." Lena tells me with a grin.

As I settle back  to watch A Country  Practice, I hear  the clatter of
wood being added to the stove and the dampers being shut back down.  A
couple of minutes later the girls return  with the pizza still on it's
tray and a wooden chopping block to protect the coffee table.

About halfway through the pizza, we jump as we hear the noise of boots
on the stairs.  Katy looks at me and asks, "How'd you know?"

"I didn't." I reply,  "But I guess a  part of me knew  my mother'd get
someone over here if it were in any way possible."

A second later, we hear my uncle call my name.

"In the lounge." I call back.  (As if we'd be anywhere else.)

We hear the thud  of his boots hitting  the timber deck  outside and a
few seconds later he comes in, a large torch in his hand.

"Howdy folks." he says. "Well I see  your mother's got her knickers in
a twist over  absolutely nothing  at all.   You're snug  as bugs  in a
rug."

"Don't you  start." I  say, "Did  she tell  you about  our row  on the
phone?"

"More or less," he  replies, "and good for  you, why didn't  you do it
earlier?"

Because I  can't see  her chin  quivering over  the phone."  I answer.
"From your first comment, I assume she's the reason you're here?"


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"Give the man  a cigar." he  laughs, "Of course  it was  her, who else
would it be?"

"Want a cuppa?"  I ask,  "The kettle should  be boiling,  or would you
like some cough mixture?"

"A cuppa sounds great,"  he says, "No,  you keep eating,  I know where
everything is.  What do you girls want?"

"Tea please." says Katy.

"Cocoa please Liam." Lena replies.

By the time he returns with our drinks, we have finished the pizza and
are leaning  back  in the  couch,  Katy occupying  her  usual position
plastered to my side, much to Lena's  disgust.  He raises his eyebrows
a little, when  he sees Katy,  and I give  him my  best helpless look.
Grinning, he hands us our drinks and takes a seat in James' chair.

"So how have you been keeping yourself amused?" he asks.

We all begin to speak at once.

"Playing monopoly."

"Having mud fights." Lena contributes.

"Doing jigsaws," Katy says, "I won."

"How do you win at jigsaws?" he asks her.

"by getting  more  pieces  than them."  she  replies  in  a  tone that
questions his intelligence, "And they made me do the sky too."

"Katy don't be  rude." I chide  her, "We had  to." I say  to my uncle,
"She was beating the pants off  us doing the other  bits.  She's good,
damned good."

"Well I've got something that might cut her down to size."

"How big is it?" Katy asks, her attention piqued.

"Oh only  a  thousand  pieces." he  replies,  with  a  studied  air of
innocence.

"That's baby stuff." she replies dismissively.

"We'll see." he says,  "I thought about  sending it over  before but I
thought it might be beyond you.  I took one look at the box when I got
it and decided I didn't want to have anything to do with it and I like
jigsaws."

"Where'd you get it?" Katy asks.

"Oh my half-brother sent  it over from  America, he knows  I like them
and he decided I need a bit of a challenge."



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"Well what makes  it so special?"  Katy asks,  her interest thoroughly
aroused.  I stopped doing jigsaws because they're too easy."

"Well I think this one might show you down a bit." he replies, "It's a
picture of nothing but  a big pile of  candy canes.  You  know?  Those
ones you hang on the Christmas tree."

"Don't bet on it."  I tell him, "She  did that sky row  by row and she
doesn't test where the pieces go, she just puts them in."

"We shall  see.   So what's  the damage,  so I  can tell  your mother,
you're not  ankle deep  in water,  and  shivering in  the wind.   I've
already seen the caravan, what else got broken."

"Just a couple of panes of glass in  there." I say, waving towards the
bedroom. "I patched them with waxed cardboard.  Oh and the thunder box
didn't survive the experience."

"What about Dorothy?" Lena chips in.

"Dorothy?"

"A muddie that arrived complete with crab pot." I answer.

"Why Dorothy?" he  asks, then answers  his own question  with a groan,
"Because she landed in Oz."

"And I  wanted  to  give her  ruby  nippers."  Katy  says, reflexively
ducking and puling me in front of her.

I haul her  out from behind  me and offer  her up to  my uncle, "She's
yours for a dollar."

"YOU pay ME and I'll consider it." he returns.

"I'll get you both  for that." she declares  heatedly.  Wriggling from
my grasp, she  stomps across the  mattress and parks  herself with her
nose about two feet from the TV.  At  almost exactly the same time the
battery gives out and the picture begins to do interesting things.

Muttering below her breath she switches it of with a violent twist and
snatches up the cards.  Her back  turned eloquently towards us as, she
starts playing solitaire, slapping the cards down with vigour.

"I don't think I want to know what she's saying." Uncle Liam observes.

"I don't  know,  the  bit about  the  rabbits  and  the  ferret sounds
interesting." I reply grinning.

His eyebrows shoot up and he eyes  her with something akin to respect,
"Hmn, I think we might need to install a  swear box over at the cattle
yards, that sounds like something Macka might have said."

Katy rises and stands grinning in front of him, "He did, he also ..."

"I know what he says," Liam hastily chops her off, "There's no need to
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"Why not?  He's much more fun than the rest  of the men, they just say
the 'F' word a lot.  Poppa's O.K. though I  guess, at least he says it
in Greek."

"Because I'd hate to think you actually understood what he says." Liam
replies.

"O.K., I don't  understand it."  she grins, causing  him to  groan and
cover his eyes.

"Give in Uncle Liam." I tell him, "The only way  to beat her is with a
stick."

"A big one." he adds, earning a rude display of her tongue.

"Be good, "I tell her, "or I'll get the photo album."

"Wouldn't work, he's seen it."

"I'd advise you to take your own advice." Liam grins at me.

"O.K." I say, "Katy one, mere males nil."

"That's better." she  says and plops  herself down in  my uncle's lap,
wriggling her little behind to get herself comfortable.  A few moments
later he lifts her forwards a  few inches and she gives  me and Lena a
wicked smile and a wink.

Lena gives Liam a few moments to  compose himself, then asks, "How are
my brothers and Mum and Dad?"

"Wet, very wet and they're sleeping in your bedroom, as it's about the
only bit with any roof left." he replies. "And we've got your brothers
over at my place."

"What about me?" she asks.

"You'll probably be staying over here with Katy for a while." He tells
her.

"Oh good!" She yelps.

"I thought you'd like the  idea." says with a  teasing smile, "I think
I'll tell Jane and James to lock Jimmy in their room at night."

Lena blushes at this and commences a minute examination of her fingers
clasped in  her lap.   Liam  and  I exchange  laughs and  Katy  does a
perfect impression of girlish disinterest, as  she bounces back in his
lap and asks, "Where's Geoff going to sleep?"

"Oh, he'll get his  own bed back," Liam  replies, "Lena's brothers are
going to  move  into  a tent  tomorrow."  his  voice  catches  as Katy
wriggles her bottom again and once more he carefully repositions her.

"Oh, what's that?" she  asks with perfect  girlish innocence, grabbing
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He reacts by violently shoving her  from his lap to  land with a thump
and a yell  on the floor.   Immediately apologising,  "I'm sorry Katy,
but you shouldn't touch men there."

"Oh was that your penis?" she asks with perfect innocence, "Why was it
hard?"

Lena and I collapse laughing and  he turns a half  panicked look on us
as Katy hides a wicked grin  from him.  "Why don't  you tell her Uncle
Liam?" I ask, once I recover enough to speak.

"Because it's not  my place." he  says, "That's  something her parents
should tell her."

"O.K. I'll ask them." she says, her look of innocence back.

"No!" he yells,  his panic now  almost full blown.  "Please don't tell
them Katy.  It happened, because you kept on wriggling on top of it."

"Why?"

"Oh god." he  hides his  face in his  hands.   A few  seconds later he
lifts his head and  with a crimson  face, he says,  "Katy, sometimes a
man's penis gets stiff  and hard when something  soft like your bottom
rubs against it."

"What does it get hard for?" she asks curiously.

Spluttering, he says, "You  don't need to know  that yet, your parents
will tell you  when you're  old enough or  you'll learn  it at school.
Now can we just drop the subject and not say anything to your parents,
they might get mad."

He looks over towards  Lena and I, asking  with a note  of pleading in
his voice, "You two will keep quiet too, after all it was an accident,
a reflex, right?"

"If it was an accident, why would Mum and Dad get mad?" Katy asks.

"Because parents can  be funny about  things like that."  I answer for
him, "You'll understand  when you're older."  Turning to  Liam, I say,
"Yeah we'll keep quite,  I don't see  why you should  get into trouble
for something that Katy did."

"Is it  like  bad  touching?" Katy  asks,  determined  to  squeeze the
maximum amount of embarrassment out of her victim.

"Yes Katy." he replies with a sigh.

"That's silly!" she exclaims, "You didn't touch me, I touched you."

"And that's why we won't say any more about it, right?" I say firmly.

"Oh O.K." she replies as if it is of no importance. "Can I sit back in
your lap now?  I won't touch your penis."

"I don't  think that's  a very  good  idea Katy."  he  says hurriedly,
"Besides, I'd better  get going and  tell Geoff's mother  he really is


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still alive.    I'll be  over  first  thing in  the  morning  with the
chainsaw, so we can start clearing the drive and the road."

"Geoff can I see you outside  for a minute?" he  asks, rising from his
chair.

"Sure." I reply.

"Will you give me a kiss goodbye?" Katy asks looking up at him.

"I..."

"Please?" she pleads cutting him off.

"O.K. get it over with." he replies resignedly.

With a squeal of  delight she leaps upwards,  wrapping her arms around
his neck  and  forcing  him  to  catch  her  under  her  bottom.    He
immediately lowers his grip to  her bare thighs, and  I see him twitch
as he touches her warm skin.

He tries to present his cheek for her kiss,  but she will have none of
that and loosens her grip to grasp his ear  with one hand and pull his
head around so she can reach his lips.   She then delivers a perfectly
chaste kiss and unlocks her legs from around his waist and slides down
his body.   Unprepared my uncle  doesn't release his  grip soon enough
and her  legs  slide through  his  hands.   They  catch  in  the loose
material of  her  shorts  and  he  finds  himself  clutching  her bare
knickerless bottom.

Once more that  hunted look  appears in his  eyes and  he struggles to
untangle himself.  Unfortunately  her shorts are nearly  as old as she
is and when his watch band  catches in the cloth, it  gives way with a
tortured shriek.  For a moment it looks like the waistband might hold,
but gives way with a pop and she finishes her short trip to the floor,
a moment later the remains of her shorts drop to pool about one ankle.

Poor Liam, his hands still clasp Katy, but  now he is holding her with
his fingers in her  armpits, his thumbs pressing  against her nipples.
A moment  later she  seems to  realise  her predicament  and collapses
bonelessly to the floor,  Leaving Liam holding her  windcheater in his
hands.

Again Lena and  I loose it,  sliding from the  couch to  the floor and
collapsing on each other.  Out of the corner of  my eye I see him look
down to where  she lies  on her side  with her  knees drawn  up to her
chest and  he  face  hidden  from his  gaze.    Between  her  legs her
suspiciously moist  labia  pout  beautifully.   Gulping  he  drops the
windcheater on top of her naked body and turns away.

"Come on Geoff." he almost  yells, grabbing my arm  and jerking me out
from underneath an  hysterically giggling Lena.  "Let's make ourselves
scarce before anything else happens.

He all but drags me out onto the verandah, then up to the end furthest
from the lounge room window, by the  bathroom curtain.  "You won't say
anything about that will  you?" he asks as  Katy's giggles join Lena's
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"What, that you  ripped Katy's  pants off,  then stripped  her totally
naked in front of me and an  impressionable thirteen year old girl?" I
ask, still struggling for breath, "What's in it for me?"

"Oh God." he sinks to the floor with is  back against the wall and his
head in his hands.  "You KNOW that  was an accident."  he says lifting
his eyes pleadingly towards me, "What do you want?"

"Absolutely Nothing."  I  reply  after  letting  him  stew  for  a few
seconds. "Blackmail isn't my thing.   As for Katy  and Lena, I'll make
them understand how much unnecessary trouble  they could cause if they
opened their mouths."

"Thanks." he replies with evident relief.

"Actually, I don't think you have much to worry about." I say, "It WAS
an accident and  Jane and  James are more  likely to  laugh themselves
silly, than come after you with a shotgun."

"You're probably right, but let's not take the risk." he says. "Why oh
why won't that girl wear knickers?"

"She does," I reply, "but only if she intends to go swimming in them."

"I know, if  anything that  makes it even  worse." he  says, revealing
more than he  probably intended  to say about  his feelings  for young
girls.

He looks up  at me, "Geoff  could you  get my torch  for me?   I don't
think I could face them right now."

The giggling has  died down by  now and  I go to  the door  and for my
uncle's benefit, I yell, "Are you decent in there?"

"No!" Katy shrieks convincingly.

"Well Lena," I call, "would you bring me my uncle's torch."

She appears in  the doorway  a moment later,  flicking it  on and off.
The beam catches Liam still huddling in  the corner and he flinches as
if the  light were  a physical  blow.   She  keeps the  light  on him,
staring as  he  seems  to shrink  further  and  further  into himself.
Finally, I snatch  the torch  from her and  switch it  off, indicating
with a wave of my hand that she should disappear.

I return to my uncle with the torch and hold it out to him.  For a few
moments he stares at  it as if  he doesn't recognise  it, then reaches
out with  a trembling  hand to  take  it.   A  minute or  so  later he
struggles to his feet and heads for the stairs.

"Hey, don't forget your boots." I call after him.

"Thanks." he says  flicking his  torch on and  casting about  with it.
The bobbing ellipse of light passes over them three times before their
presence actually registers  on his mind.   Like a  zombie he collects
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Mumbling, "Goodbye." he stumbles down the stairs and staggers out into
the silvery  light  of  the three  quarters  full  moon.    I consider
following him, but  decide he  might become even  more upset  if I do.
Instead I settle for  watching the bobbing  light as he  makes his way
down to the dam.

When he is just about there,  two warm bodies worm  their way under my
arms and snuggle up beside me, one of  them dressed in nothing but her
oversized windcheater, as I discover when I slide my hand underneath.

The light continues, to weave  it's way away from  us, washing out the
sparkling reflections  of  the moon  at  the  foot of  the  dam  as he
crosses.  A few moments later it starts to wink in and out of sight as
he moves into the trees.   A minute later  it disappears all together.
We stand there watching for a while longer  and I'm about to send Katy
after a  lantern when  we hear  the  noise of  an engine  starting and
headlights gleam faintly through the trees.   Nothing more happens for
several minutes, then there is a grinding of gears and the lights back
away and turn from us.









































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Chapter 10             - THE LAST NIGHT.



"That was cruel." I chide Katy, as  the sound of the engine disappears
into the distance.

"I know," she replies  cheerfully, "but I  found out what  I wanted to
know."

"And what might that be?"

"Who's going to fuck me  after you go home."  she answers, "The second
time I sat on his  cock it was already  as stiff as a  board.  It must
have been hard the  whole time I was  sitting in his lap.   I think he
likes little girls."

"Yes, but what  you don't  know is just  how scared  he is  right now,
because of your shorts." I say, "You saw him didn't you Lena?"

"Uh huh. he looked terrible." she confirm.

"Well I'm sorry  about that,  that bit really  was an  accident." Katy
says soberly.

"I know," I tell her, "and that's the only reason you aren't bent over
my knee right now feeling the back of the hairbrush."

"Is he going to be all right?" Katy asks.

"He should be, so long as you don't tease  him and never breath a word
of what happened to anybody."

"Oh I won't." she replies.

"Well come on, Let's get back inside." I say, leading the way.

Back inside, Lena and I take  seats on the couch  and Katy sits before
us, briefly flashing her  pussy as she  draws her knees  up inside her
windcheater and pulls her arms inside too.

"Why was he so scared?" she asks looking up at me.

"Because he DOES  like little girls,"  I reply, "and  he's shit scared
that other people will find out."



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"Really!" she squeals excitedly, "How do you know?"

"Because you scare him when you don't  wear any knickers and scare him
even more when you do wear them." I tell her.

"Why?" she asks confused.

"Because when you wear a skirt, he knows you hardly ever wear knickers
underneath, so he  thinks about  what's underneath.   And when  you do
wear knickers,  they are  usually soaking  wet  so he  can  ALMOST see
what's underneath.  A nearly naked girl or woman can excite a man even
more than when she is completely naked, especially if he keeps getting
hints of what is hidden."

"Think about it this way.   Say there are a lot of  women at the beach
without any tops on.  What do the men do?"

"They look,  but they  don't really  take  much notice."  she answers,
"Except for the teenage boys of course."

"Fair enough.  Now what happens if the  women put on T-shirts and soak
them with water."

"Oh I get it.  All  of the men stare." she  squeals, her eyes widening
in comprehension. "So because he can almost see my pussy, he gets even
more excited than if I took them off and waved my pussy in his face."

"No not quite," I correct her, "if you  wave your pussy at him, you're
saying 'Hey look  at this.'  and forcing  him to  take notice,  but if
someone just runs around in the nude, well you get used to it and stop
noticing it after a while."

"Uncle Liam's problem is even worse though,  he likes to look at naked
or nearly naked  little girls  and he feels  guilty, because  he knows
everyone thinks it's  wrong.   And because he  feels it's  wrong, he's
always going to notice."

"How am I going to get him to fuck me then?" she asks.

"I don't suppose there's any point in telling you not to try?" I say.

"Nope." she replies blithely.

"I thought as much." I  sigh, "Well I can  guarantee that you'll never
get anywhere with him if there's anybody else around and after tonight
you are going  to have  a lot of  trouble even  if you  are alone with
him." I tell her.

"There's one thing I want you  to promise me too: If  you do manage to
seduce him, and he ever hurts you, I want you to tell somebody you can
trust about it, even if you have to tell them about me too."

"I will, I'll  be very  careful." she promises  seriously.   "Now I've
just got to  think how to  do it.   In the meantime  though," she says
rolling onto her back and pulling her glistening pussy lips apart with
equally wet fingers, "YOU can fuck me."




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"No!" Lena objects strenuously clutching my  arm and holding on tight.
"Liam's coming early tomorrow, this is the last time we're going to be
able to do it and I  want him to fuck me properly  one last time." She
looks up into my face, "So long as you promises not to cum in me, then
you can do it in Katy."

"Now that could be fun." I say smiling and hug Lena tight, "I can fuck
you silly and dump my load in my very own, personal sperm receptacle."

"That's me," Katy giggles, wriggling out  of her windcheater, "a sperm
bank." She springs to her feet, grabs my free hand and starts tugging.
"Now hurry up and fuck her so you can make a deposit."

Giggling, Lena jumps up and between the two of them they haul me to my
feet  Two pair  of eager little  hands strip my  windcheater off, then
begin fumbling at the stud on my jeans.   They giggle as their fingers
become entangled in  each other,  but neither of  them is  prepared to
give way to the other.   Finally, Lena solves  the problem by grabbing
the waistband tightly in one hand and  giving Katy a shove towards the
mattress with the other.

Katy's arms windmill as she tries to regain her balance and she almost
manages it when her  heel hits the edge  of the mattress  and she goes
over backwards with a squeal.   Then taking advantage of the momentum,
she brings her legs up and over her  head.  Threading her arms between
them, she curls herself even  tighter and pokes her  tongue out at us.
The after  a  few  moments of  impudent  tongue  waggling,  she starts
lashing at her gleaming clitoris, teasing it out of it's hood until it
stands rigidly to attention between her swollen labia.

For the moment,  Lena has  forgotten me and  stands staring  at Katy's
lewd display, the tips of her fingers tucked into the top of my jeans.
Katy's incredible show gets to me  too, and there is  a stirring in my
jeans as the  blood rushes to  my cock.   A few moment's  later it has
hardened enough for the tip to brush against Lena's fingertips and she
remembers what she was doing.

Her eyes remain riveted to Katy's flickering tongue as she fumbles the
snap open with an  unnaturally loud pop.   A moment  later her fingers
freeze on  my  fly,  as Katy's  spine  crackles  and  lips  meet lips,
completely engulfing her  clitoris.  Katy  suckles for  a few moments,
then lifts her head and crows, "I did it, I can suck myself off."

Unable to reply, we  continue to stare and  Katy returns to practicing
her newfound skill.  Then with a grunt and more pops she pulls herself
even tighter and drags her tongue from  her clit to her weeping vagina
and thrusts her tongue deep inside  her body, slurping hungrily at the
sweet juices that flow so freely.

I watch Katy's incredibly erotic display of youthful flexibility for a
few seconds  more then  say tot  Lena in  a conversational  tone, "You
know, If she keeps that up she's going to disappear up her own bum."

Exactly as I'd  intended, Katy hears  me and she  starts giggling into
her pussy as Lena collapses in a boneless heap at my feet, dragging my
jeans down  with  her.   As  Katy's  giggles  become  louder  and more
uncontrolled,  her  legs   slip  from   her  grasp  and   she  uncoils
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"Don't do that!" she berates me,  once she has recovered enough breath
to do so.

"Do what?" I ask innocently.

"Talk while I've got  my mouth full." she  replies and I  join Lena on
the floor.

When I recover enough to lift my head, I  look up to see Katy standing
over me, slowly diddling her  clit.  As I  watch an iridescent droplet
of her sweet fluids detaches itself  from her tightly closed labia and
falls to  hit my  cheek.   Giggling,  she continues  to play  with her
tumescent  clitoris,  using   her  free   hand  to  part   her  labia.
Immediately, more  of her  juices begin  to  seep from  the  tiny hole
between her legs, gathering in twin pearly globules that on glisten in
the dim yellow light of the hurricane lantern set on the coffee table.

I open my  mouth and  extend my tongue  and a  moment later  the first
sweet pearl falls, landing in the corner of my  mouth.  I gather it up
with my tongue, moaning  in delight at the  exquisite, honeyed flavour
of her sexual secretions.   I manage  to get my  tongue directly under
the second globule of her delightful emissions.

As I savour the ambrosial taste, more gleaming droplets begin to fall.
I catch  a few  more  on my  tongue,  then Katy  giggles  wickedly and
waggles her hips back and forth, shaking a veritable cascade of her oh
so sweet juices  free.   The sweet oily  discharge coats  my face from
brow to chin, blurring my sight as some of it fills my eyes.

I squeeze  my eyelids  shut and  when I  open them  a moment  later, I
flinch at the sight of Lena's  rapidly approaching face.  She proceeds
to lick my face  clean of Katy's sweet  juices.  A moment  later I see
movement out of the corners of  my eyes as Katy  lowers herself to rub
her pussy against the back of Lena's head.

Lena's busy little tongue eagerly explores my face, lapping at my brow
then flickering  with feather  light touches  over  my eyelids  as she
gathers up Katy's sweet nectar.   She swirls her  tongue wetly over my
cheeks and teasingly flicks at the corners of my mouth.  Giggling, she
moves down to my chin when  I open my lips and  attempt to capture her
tongue between them.

A moment  later  she  straighten,  lifting  Katy,  squealing,  on  her
shoulders.

"You need a shave." she informs me with a giggle as Katy steps down.

"Really?" I ask mildly, then  dive on her, my  fingers stabbing at her
ribs. "Let's get these clothes off her Katy."

Shrieking with laughter,  Lena struggles weakly  in my  grasp, and not
many seconds later  she is as  bare as Katy  and I, curled  in a tight
little ball,  in an  attempt to  protect  her ribs  from  our fingers.
Gathering her in my arms I dump her on  the mattress and roll her onto
her back,  whereupon,  I  begin to  lightly  chew  and  nibble  on the
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As soon as my  lips make contact  with her saturated  pussy, she makes
the mistake of extending her legs  on either side of my  head.  I take
one of her swollen inner  labia between my teeth  and start pulling on
it like a dog  playing tug-o-war, scrubbing  the two day  growth on my
cheeks against  the soft  sensitive flesh  of her  inner thighs.   She
squeals in outrage at this  assault and tries to  pull her legs clear,
but Katy catches her ankles and holds her legs in place.

Releasing her engorged pussy lip, I press my face in close and noisily
munch away  at her  soaking wet  gash,  sometimes covering  her entire
pussy with my mouth  as I plunge my  tongue deep into her  body and at
other times,  sucking  hard on  the  distended, flushed  flesh  of her
labia.  Moaning,  she humps  her pussy up  at me  and I  press my lips
against the slick  skin surrounding her  swollen clit.   Then taking a
deep breath through my nose,  I blow hard, making  a wet farting noise
that vibrates her clitoris with incredible force.

Howling, she rolls  her hips forwards,  causing my lips  to slip lower
and cover her vaginal  entrance.  A moment  her legs clamp  on my ears
with bruising  forces  as  she  ejaculates  directly  into  my  mouth.
Sucking hungrily,  I nurse  on  her convulsing  vulva,  collecting her
sweet, ambrosial spend in my mouth and eagerly drinking it down.

A few moments later her  legs relax and I  extricate myself from their
grasp.  Sitting  back on  my heels, I  admire my  handiwork for  a few
moments, before  noticing that  a damp  patch  is growing  beneath her
still flexing buttocks.  Katy notices  me looking around, and guessing
my wants, she grabs my towel and throws it at me.

I spread the towel  out over the  bedspread and lift  Lena's limp body
onto it, arranging  her with her  thighs pulled up  sideways, at right
angles to her body.  I gaze lustfully at the sweet, oozing gash that I
will soon be violating, taking in the slight flush of her thighs where
my incipient beard  has scraped, the  swollen, brick red  flesh of her
enormous piss flaps, protruding from between the soft, creamy swell of
her outer labia.  Her  little pearl of delight  has retreated into its
hood at the top of her  pussy and crowning it all  is the dark, matted
mass of her silk pubes.

Feeling my  gaze,  she cranes  her  neck  to look  at  me,  a pleading
expression suffusing her features.  Teasingly,  I continue to stare at
her young pussy for a few moments longer before relenting and crawling
up over her body.  As I approach a sudden thought enters my mind and I
gather the towel on either side of her hips in my hands.  Transferring
it to one hand,  I lift her clear  of the mattress and  slide a pillow
under her backside, making her pussy even more accessible.

Then pushing her  legs back  out to  the sides,  I resume  my journey,
until U  am hovering  over her.  the  tip of  my swollen  cock lightly
resting on her mound.  Slowly rocking my  hips back and forth, I tease
her clit from hiding by sliding my  engorged glans from just above the
entrance to her  vagina, up  to the  soft mat  beginning to  cover her
pubis and back.

Finally tormented beyond endurance, Lena bucks her  hips up at me as I
reach the lowest  part of my  stroke and captures  the tip  of my cock
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warm, sweet embrace  of her  adolescent cunt, I  drive the  rest of my
rampant prick home with a single, swift thrust.

"Fuck!" Lena screams at the  sudden intrusion, "Do it  again!  Fuck me
hard, I want to know I've been fucked!"

Nothing loath, I draw back and pound  into her with even greater force
and grind  my hips  in a  small  circle at  the bottom  of  my stroke,
crushing her clit  between us.   "Yesss!" she  hisses between clenched
teeth, "Again.  Harder."

I pull  back until  the  tip of  my  cock barely  remains  within her,
waiting, enduring the exquisite caress as Lena deliberately flexes the
muscles of her cunt.  Finally,  she can bear no more.   "Fuck me!" she
begs, "put it back, I want to feel your cock inside me."

I wait  a moment  longer,  until the  muscles  of her  pussy  begin to
tighten, then force my way  back into her, my  howl of delight joining
hers, as the shock of my sudden re-entry causes those muscles to spasm
around my invading shaft,  trapping me deep within  her body.  Howling
incoherently, she gyrates her hips beneath me, wrenching at my trapped
member, as she  grinds her clit  with bruising force  against my pubic
bone.

When the muscles  insheathing me finally  relax, I  begin thrusting my
rock hard pork  sword in  and out of  her body  with deep, penetrating
strokes.  Each time  our pelvises crash together,  her beautiful, firm
breasts quiver like  upturned bowls  of jelly, the  nipples describing
circles at least four inches in diameter.

I feel the  mattress dip beside  me, and I  turn my head  to see Katy,
lowering herself to sit,  tailor fashion, beside us.   Her mouth hangs
open as  she  stares  in awe  at  our  violent  coupling,  her fingers
dangling, forgotten, in her  lap.  Beneath me,  Lena incoherently begs
for more.

Lowering my head, I trap  one of her swollen  nipples between my teeth
and lightly bite down on it.   "Harder!" she screams, arching her back
and pressing her breast against my lips.   Encouraged I bite down even
harder and pull my head back, stretching  her nipple and breast out as
I continue  to pound  my shaft  with ever  increasing vigour  into her
body.

A minute later,  I release  her nipple from  between my  teeth and she
utters a piercing  shriek as  the blood rushes  into the  poor, abused
nubbin of flesh ant triggers her orgasm.   Grabbing my arse, she lifts
her hips completely clear of the pillow and pulls me into her, holding
me there as she grinds her the sensitive  skin of her clitoris into my
pubic mat.  Around my  deeply buried cock, the  muscles of her vaginal
sheath clench and relax  in great rolling spasms  that ripple from the
base of my prick to the tip.

The four orgasms that  I've had earlier  in the day,  leave me feeling
like a superman  and the moment  the tight sheath  surrounding my cock
relaxes enough to  allow movement,  I resume  pounding away  at Lena's
sopping wet cunt.  A moment  later I feel warm breath on  my hip and I
look down to see Katy hunched over, her nose almost brushing my hip as
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withdrawing from her friends body.  She is so close that each time our
hips meet with  a wet  slap, droplets of  Lena's pussy  juices spatter
across her face.  She  absently licks at those  that land within reach
of her  tongue, but  her entire  attention is  focused on  the obscene
coupling only inches from her nose.

Returning my attention to Lena,  I lower my mouth  to her other breast
and take the nipple between my teeth. "Oh  God no!" she moans, even as
she grabs the back  of my head and  pulls it even harder  into her tit
flesh.  At first I chew softly on  the rock hard little nubbin between
my teeth, but a few seconds  later she releases my  head and takes the
nipple I'd  attacked earlier  between her  fingers and  squeezes hard.
Taking this as a signal, I  clamp down on the  small pebble between my
teeth and arch my neck, stretching the  flesh of her young breast away
from her body.

I continue to tirelessly pound away  at her obscenely squelching cunt,
driving her closer and closer to another massive climax.  When I judge
her to be on the verge, I bite down a  little harder for a moment then
release her  nipple.   Almost instantly  Lena does  the same,  and her
reaction is so intense as to almost throw me from the saddle.

This time her scream is silent, her orgasm catching her with no breath
in her  body.    Her  fingers clench  painfully  in  the  flesh  of my
buttocks, relaxing  slightly  with each  rippling  contraction  of her
vagina about my embedded  cock, then tightening even  further, until I
know my arse will be black and blue for days.

A few  seconds later  Lena's vagina  stops  milking on  my cock  and I
resume fucking  her.   Almost insane  with lust,  I don't  notice that
Lena's body flops  bonelessly beneath me  and I no  longer remember my
promise to withdraw, all  that fills my mind  is the need  to empty my
churning balls into the slick, warm sheath  surrounding my cock.  I no
longer worry about the possibility of  Lena's pregnancy, I WANT to get
her pregnant.  This is what life is all about, emptying ones seed deep
into the receptive  body of a  nubile girl to  merge with  her egg and
start a new life.

Katy notices the lack of  intelligence in my lust  glazed eyes and the
increasing urgency of  my movements.   She starts pounding  on my back
with both fists, but  I'm so deep within  my crazed desire  to pump my
seed into Lena's unresisting body that I  barely notice her.  Her next
move though gets  my full attention,  abruptly bringing me  back to my
senses.  She wraps her  small hand around my  balls and squeezing with
increasing force until I yelp with the pain and stop moving.

"My turn," Katy informs me severely, "I'm  supposed to be the one that
you cum inside."

"Oh shit!"  I yelp,  pulling free  with  an obscene  slurp,  "I nearly
fucked up, didn't I?"

"'Knocked up' is more like it." Katy says, "Now hurry up and fuck me."
She releases  my  throbbing  balls  and  goes  to  push  Lena's  still
unconscious body off the towel and pillow.

"Hang on a  sec." I say  stopping her, "How'd  you like  to fuck Lena,
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"Huh, how do I do that?" she asks.

I move aside and say, "Get up on top of Lena  like I was." She does so
and I continue, "Now shift around until your clit rubs on hers."

Katy wriggles around for a bit, then gasps as their clits make contact
with each other.  Craning her neck to look  at me she says, "O.K., I'm
doing it, but I want you in my pussy, not my bum."

"Don't worry." I tell her, "I will be." I Lift Lena's legs back out to
the sides and  crawling up  until my  knees are  between her  legs and
Katy's.  Leaning  forwards, I  take my cock,  still slick  with Lena's
juices, in  my  hand, I  press  it down  between  Katy's  slim thighs,
probing for the entrance to her little cunny.  Once I find it, I press
inwards into a sheath  that feels even  tighter than it  was the first
time I entered it.  So  tight in fact that I'm brought  to a halt with
the flare of my glans still outside her body.

Katy grunts and lifts  her hips a little,  leaning back into  me.  The
slight change in angle is enough to allow me ingress and my cock slips
easily into her slick  wet cunt, my  groin coming to  rest against her
buttocks as the tip of my cock kisses her cervix.

"Oh God that's  tight." I  groan, pressing down  and pushing  her back
into contact with Lena's pussy.

Another groan  from  beneath  us, signals  Lena's  imminent  return to
consciousness.   A few  seconds later  her eyes  flicker open  and she
starts as she sees both Katy and I looking down at her.  "Oh wow," she
groans, "that was unreal." Then as she  properly takes in the way Katy
is sandwiched between us, she asks, "What are you doing?"

"I'm fucking you." Katy grins, grinding her pussy against Lena's, "And
Geoff's fucking me."

As Katy talks, I slowly withdraw,  marvelling at the exquisitely tight
clasp of  her little  pre-teen pussy.    Then as  I push  back, Katy's
oversized clit drags between  Lena's still swollen labia  and over her
ultra-sensitive clit.  "Oh fuck!" she cries, "Do it again.  Slowly."

Now that sanity  has returned,  I realise that  Lena's pussy  is still
very sensitive, so I fuck  Katy very gently, taking  nearly a full ten
seconds to  complete  each  stroke within  the  incredibly  tight, wet
embrace of her  juvenile pussy.   Lena sighs contentedly  at the slow,
almost frictionless, sliding of  Katy's engorged clit  over her mound,
one of her arms sliding behind Katy's head to pull her face down for a
deep, lingering  kiss, the  other briefly  disappearing  between their
bodies and returning with a glistening coating of her juices.

She holds her  sweetly redolent hand  up to me  and I  follow the easy
tempo of my fucking, slowly  dragging my tongue from  her wrist to her
finger tips as I lick it clean.  Then as Lena begins to move her hips,
pressing back against my  thrusts, I give five  quick jabs into Katy's
pussy and  plunge my  head  up and  down,  sucking on  each  of Lena's
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When I return  to my previous  languorous pace, Lena  thrusts her hand
back between  their bodies  and offers  the  fingertips to  me,  in an
obvious invitation to repeat my stabbing  thrusts.  Leaning past Katy,
I press my lips  to Lena's cheek, then  fit my lips around  the tip of
Lena's thumb.   This time,  as I plunge  into Katy's  small body, Lena
rises to  meet each  thrust, almost  crushing Katy  between us.   Katy
lifts her head,  breaking their kiss  under the impact  of this double
sided  assault,  grunting  with  each  thrust  of  my  cock  into  the
incredibly tight embrace of her vaginal sheath.

This time,  as I  slow my  thrusts,  Katy maintains  the  faster pace,
sliding rapidly back and  forth on my  slowly withdrawing cock.   As I
reach the limit of  my stroke, I  plunge back into  Katy, slamming her
against Lena's  rising  pelvis, driving  delighted  squeals  from both
girls.  Katy arches her back, pressing the back of her head against my
chest, them ducks  her head  to take Lena's  right nipple  between her
lips.

As Lena arches  her back, pressing  the resilient flesh  of her breast
into Katy's  mouth,  I  begin  rapid,  jackhammer  thrusts,  my  belly
slapping against  Katy's  upturned buttocks,  driving  her  mound into
Lena's and crushing  their clits  together.  The  force of  my thrusts
cause, Katy to loose her grip on Lena's nipple and when she recaptures
it, she latches on with her teeth, eliciting a gasp from Lena.

With her hugely  distended clitoris  trapped between their  bodies and
receiving almost constant  stimulation, Katy approaches  a climax, her
breath coming in whistling grunts from her nose.  A minute or so later
her head snaps  back and  she announces  her climax  with a  series of
short grunting squeals, the  tight sheath of her  pussy rippling along
the length of my shaft.

Still highly aroused  from my wild,  animalistic fucking  of Lena, the
milking sensations of Katy's  contracting cunt prove too  much for me.
Howling like the sex crazed animal that  I had briefly become, I empty
my balls  in  wave  after wave  of  searing,  gut  wrenching pleasure.
Exhausted, I  half collapse  on top  of Katy,  struggling to  catch my
breath.  A few moments later, she pushes  back against me and I manage
to find enough strength in my  enervated body to roll  to one side, my
rapidly shrinking dick pulling free with an obscene slurp.

Katy reverses  herself on  top of  Lena,  presenting her  sperm filled
vagina for Lena's  oral attention  as she lowers  her mouth  to Lena's
saturated gash.  As Katy sweeps her  tongue from the matted hair above
Lena's slit, Lena lifts her head and plunges her tongue into her young
friend's reddened pussy, withdrawing it every few seconds to lower her
mouth and  nip  at the  rapidly  hardening shaft  of  Katy's elongated
clitoris.  Only seconds later, Katy's flickering tongue does it's work
and Lena  moans  softly into  Katy's  tiny pussy,  as  a  small orgasm
overcomes her  and she  releases a  small  quantity of  ejaculate into
Katy's eagerly waiting mouth.

Katy eager  for another  orgasm, presses  herself back  against Lena's
face, but  Lena is  so exhausted  that she  lips Katy's  pussy, almost
absently, for a  few seconds then  stops, her eyelids  drooping.  Katy
wriggles again, but the only response from  Lena, is for her to extend
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Disgusted by the lack  of response, Katy  rolls off Lena  and eyes her
critically, then deciding that there is no  joy to be found there, she
turns towards me.  One look at me tells her that I am in little better
condition than Lena.   "Mum always  said, 'If you  want something done
right, do it yourself.'" she remarks to herself.

Rolling onto her back, she  lifts her feet over  her head and reaching
between her legs, she pulls her  hips closer to her  face.  Grunting a
little as her  spine crackles,  she pulls her  pussy within  reach and
starts flicking her clit with her tongue.

Crawling closer to  Lena, I prop  myself up on  my elbow  and lift her
head into my lap.  A moment later  Lena rolls over, burrowing her face
into my groin and I look  down to see her take  my sticky, little worm
of a cock into her mouth and suckle on it like a baby at the tit.

A straining grunt from  Katy makes me look  up, just in time  to see a
bubble of my sperm, well  up from her vagina  and trickle down between
her plump little pussy lips and onto  her waiting tongue.  "Cool!" she
cries and presses her lips  to her pussy, her  cheeks hollowing as she
does her best to suck the reminder of my spend from her vagina.

Then, having collected what she can,  she begins broad flat licks from
her clit to her  twitching little, pink pucker,  pausing every now and
then to  force her  tongue  into her  vagina  or suck  briefly  on her
clitoris.  As I gently stroke Lena's  hair, the motions of Katy's head
become quicker,  and now  each time  her  lips enclose  her upstanding
clitoris, her cheeks  hollow and she  hums as she  pulls back.   To my
amazement, she maintains  her grip  and stretches  her clit  much more
than anything  I have  dared, stretching  it to  nearly two  inches in
length before letting it  slide from her  grasp.  Then,  once she does
release it, her  head bobs as  she finishes with  a tiny  nip with her
teeth.

With such a determined assault on her pussy, it does not take long for
Katy to  bring herself  close  to climax  and  now almost  all  of her
attention is concentrated on her clit.  And on two occasions, with her
clitoris at maximum extension, I see her  lips draw back to reveal the
tip trapped between her  teeth.  By  this time her  humming has become
deep throated moans  of arousal and  not much later  her hands tighten
convulsively, holding  her  curled  into a  ball  as  her  climax rips
through her.

Rocking back and forth, she takes her clit between her teeth and rolls
her head from side to side, squealing between her clenched teeth.  Her
rocking becomes more  pronounced as  her orgasm continues  and finally
passing her  center  of  gravity, Newton  takes  over  and  she falls,
landing on her side with a little squeak of surprise.

Groaning, she releases her death grip and  lifting her arms out of the
way, she lets first her upper  and then her lower leg  slip free.  She
remains on her side for a  few minutes, still curled  into a ball, but
this time in  the more natural  foetal position.   Finally though, she
straightens her legs and with  a little sigh, she  arches her back and
neck slightly.  Then rising to a  sitting position, she rolls her head
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"Ouch!" she complains softly, looking down  between her legs, "I think
I went too far."

"Which bit?" I  ask her  with a smile,  "The part  where you  tried to
tried to chew your clit off,  or when you did your best  to rip it out
by the roots?"

"Both," she replies with a  rueful shake of her  head, "but mostly the
chewing I think."

"Well I'd be careful if I were you."  I say, "That's not somewhere you
want to get calluses."

"No I guess not." she giggles, adding with a nod towards Lena, "Is she
getting anywhere?"

"Nope." Lena  answers for  herself, pulling  back  from my  still limp
member, with a slurp. "But it feels good anyway, sort of soothing."

"Yeah, well you were sucking on a big dummy." Katy says with a grin.

"Hey, I resemble that remark." I protest.

"Yeah I know."  Lena says  and rolls out  of my  reach with surprising
agility.

Feeling that it  is best to  ignore her, I  look at my  watch and say,
"O.K. you two, let's get this brothel cleaned up, before our bath."

Groaning, all three of us push  ourselves to our feet  and as I survey
the shambles we'd  made in our  latest bout of  sex, Katy disappearing
into the kitchen.  A  few seconds later a  rattling crash signals that
she is stoking up the fire.

As I start sorting  through the clothes we'd  scattered to the corners
of the room, Lena straitens up the bed.  As she picks up the towel and
pillow she  says,  "I  think  I leak  too  much."    Pulling  back the
pillowcase she continues, "This pillow's soaked."   A moment later she
shies it at me and I just manage to snag it out of the air.

"Hm, I think you're right." I say, lifting  it to my nose and inhaling
the deep heady fragrance of the  sexual juices that saturate it. "I'll
just have to sleep on this problem and worry about it in the morning."

"You would."  she  grins,  wadding up  the  towel  and  pillowcase and
throwing them at me.

Ducking the redolent missile, I lunge  at her and catch her retreating
backside with the pillow.   "Oomph!" she grunts,  then spinning on her
heels she dives past me and snatches up a pillow from the mattress.

Grinning we  face  off, swaying  from  side to  side,  looking  for an
opening.  The crash of the outside door distracts  me and as I turn to
look, Lena catches me with a solid blow to  the ribs.  Grunting at the
impact, I return my attention  to the fray, ducking  as Lena swings at
my head.   Then taking advantage  of her unexpected  follow through, I
take aim and  catch her  behind the knees  knocking her  down onto the
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Then as I approach to deliver the coup de grace, Lena thrusts her foot
between mine, knocking  me flat on  my face.   Before I  can rise, she
starts raining blows on my back, giggling  like a maniac.  Growling, I
push myself  to my  knees and  lash  out with  my pillow  catching her
solidly  under  her   upraised  arm,   knocking  her   over  sideways.
Shrieking, she clutches  at my  pillow and with  a rending  sound, the
corner in  my  hand  gives way.    Suddenly  bereft  of  support, Lena
finishes her short journey to the mattress, the impact forcing a cloud
of feathers from the pillow.

"Oops." Lena giggles guiltily, waving at the cloud settling around her
head.  "Well  I guess  you won't have  to sleep  on the  problem after
all."

"Well, Well, Well,  What's going  on here." Katy's  disapproving voice
from the  doorway startles  us  and we  spin  around to  look  at her,
another puff of feathers  being released as Lena  lets the pillow fall
beside her.

"I was going to tell you the bath was  ready," she says, "but I guess,
I'll just have to leave you two to finish cleaning up here."

As Katy heads for the bathroom, Lena and I exchange guilty glances and
start to gather  up the  feathers that have  settled to  the floor and
mattress, carefully stuffing them back into the torn pillow.  It takes
us about ten  minutes to collect  all but an  odd few and  once we are
done, I take the pillow from Lena.  I  examine the damage, then with a
careful jerk I increase the tear beyond the point of repair.  "I guess
I'll have to buy Jane  a new pillow." I  remark, carefully holding the
edges of the rip  together as I  recover the pillowcase  and stuff the
pillow inside.

I carefully set the pillow down beside the  door and cuddle Lena to my
side as we head for the bathroom, where we find Katy fully immersed in
very sudsy water, her  head supported by an  inflatable travel pillow.
With a squeal of delight, Lena wriggles  from my grasp and clambers in
with Katy.  Fortunately, the bath is one  of those huge, old cast iron
things, easily six  feet long  and plenty wide  and deep  and though a
little cramped there is still room for me.

As I settle into the pleasantly  warm water between them, Katy gathers
up a double handful of suds and blows them in my face.  Mock growling,
I grab at her wrists, only  to be thwarted by the  soapy water on them
and she easily slips from my  grasp.  Playfully, I  send a little wave
of water in her direction, giving her  a soapy beard.  In retaliation,
she sweeps her arm across  the surface of the  water, gathering a huge
pile of suds before her and with a big  breath, blows them all over me
and Lena.

Squealing, "I didn't  do anything." Lena  pushes at  the water sending
back a much larger wave that sweeps over Katy's shoulders and the edge
of the bath.   After  that things go  rapidly downhill,  with Katy and
Lena sending waves crashing back and forth past me.

Closing my eyes  against the flying  suds, I yell,  "Enough!".  Around
me, the  water settles  and after  shaking  my head,  I open  my eyes.
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trickling out of  the drain  in the middle  of the  floor.   "It's not
enough for  there to  be a  flood outside,  you two  have to  bring it
inside too." I mock scold.

Neither of  the girls  look one  whit  repentant, instead  Katy calmly
turns on the taps and reaches for the bubble bath, tipping a more than
generous quantity  into the  water next  to the  stream from  the tap.
When I raise my eyebrows at the quantity,  she tells me, "It's mine, I
got it for Christmas.  That's Mum's there."

Taking up a cloth, I motion for Lena to turn  her back to me and start
sponging her down, slowly dragging the cloth from the nape of her neck
down to her flattened buttocks.   A few moments  later, Katy turns off
the taps and starts  on my back  with another cloth.   Lena luxuriates
under my attentions, pressing  back against my  caress like a  cat.  A
few moments later she utters  a sigh of sheer  contentment, as I place
my legs on either side of her and pull her back against me.

Filling the cloth, I lift it and allow  the water to trickle down over
her bobbing breasts,  lowering the cloth  to the resilient  flesh as I
squeeze the last of the water out.   Leaning back against my shoulder,
she nuzzles into my  neck, snorting as a  few stray bubbles  go up her
nose.  She  squeaks a little  in pain and  tenses as I  pass the cloth
over her nipples.   Lifting the  cloth away, I  gently cup  one of her
breasts and lift it for a better look.

The nipple  looks  a little  swollen  but other  wise  undamaged, "I'm
sorry," I apologise, "I think we got a little carried away before."

"It's O.K.," she murmurs,  inspecting her other nipple,  "it was worth
it.  Now finish washing me."

Letting her tit fall back into the  water, I gently sponge her breasts
clean, carefully avoiding her nipples.  Passing beneath the surface of
the water, I press the cloth to her belly and begin moving it in small
circles, slowly moving the cloth lower  and lower until it brushes the
small tuft of hair adorning the top of her cleft.  Moaning softly, she
lifts her legs over mine,  allowing me access to  the soft, warm folds
of her vulva.  Discarding  the cloth, I gently  massage the firm flesh
of her outer  labia, drawing little  sighs and  shivers of contentment
from her.

Gasping, she lifts  her hips   allowing me  to bring  my legs together
beneath her.  I gently  separate her prominent inner  lips and I slide
two fingers into the warm crevasse between  them.  Rocking her hips in
time to my gentle  caress she pushes against  my fingers, groaning and
pushing even harder when  my fingertips pass over  the entrance to her
vagina.  Tauntingly I  slide my fingers even  lower, teasing the tight
crinkled ring of  her anus  prodding at it  with a  fingertip until it
relaxes and allows me to slide my finger in to the first knuckle.

Suddenly, we are brought out of our  total adsorption in each other by
Katy dumping an ice cream bucket full of  water over our heads.  "It's
time to wash  your hair."  she giggles as  we spin  around to confront
her.

Figuring a little  more water  on the  floor won't  hurt, I  catch her
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my legs, crossing  them over  the top  of hers,  and wrapping  my arms
around her body,  trapping her arms  by her sides.   "In  that case, I
think we'll  start with  you." I  say,  "Lena do  you want  to  do the
honours?"

Ignoring Katy's shrieks  of protest,  I maintain a  tight grip  on her
squirming body as Lena  retrieves the bucket and  fills it with water.
As I tilt my head to one side, Lena  then dumps the entire contents of
the bucket on Katy's head and then drops  the bucket over her as well.
"Now the shampoo." I instruct.

Grinning, Lena  removes the bucket and squeezes a more than sufficient
amount onto the crown of Katy's head and  works it into a thick creamy
lather.  "Now  rinse." I say.   Taking the  bucket Lena  fills it with
cold water, and I nod approvingly.

Cruelly, Lena tilts  the bucket sightly,  tipping just  a trickle onto
Katy's head, letting  her know what  she has in  store.   Then as Katy
frenziedly tries to escape my grasp, Lena  lets the rest of the bucket
go, sluicing the suds  from Katy's hair  as she emits  an ear piercing
shriek of shock and outrage.  Of course the  water gets me too, but it
is a price I'm willing to pay.

Chastisement delivered, I let  Katy go, smiling benignly  as she backs
away roundly cursing  us.   Prudently, I take  control of  the bucket,
sinking it beneath the water and putting my foot  in it as I stand and
do her hair.  Ignoring Katy's dark mutters from the end of the bath, I
fill the bucket with warm water and gently sluice the foam from Lena's
hair.

Then turning over control  of the bucket to  Lena, I sit  and close my
eyes as Lena  shampoos my  hair, wriggling  contentedly as  she gently
massages my scalp.   I then listen to  Katy telling Lena to  give me a
cold rinse and  grin at  Lena's refusal.   A  minute later  she proves
their duplicity by dumping what feels like ice water over me.

Catching her wrist  before she can  escape, I gasp,  "Shower first and
get these suds off."

Reaching between her ankles, I pull the  plug and keeping a firm grip,
I rise to my feet.  Katy eyes me warily, one foot outside the bath, as
I reach for the shower taps, but when I  adjust the flow to a soothing
warmth, she clambers back in a pushes past us.

Catching her about the waist on  the way past, I pull  all three of us
together into a tight hug and under the falling spray.  At first, with
the suds still  coating us, our  skin slides delightfully,  but as the
soap washes  away,  things  become less  slippery  and  we reluctantly
separate.

The sound of last  of the bathwater gurgling  down the drain, triggers
an urgent response in  me and suppressing a  grin, I pull  Lena to me,
enfolding her in  my arms  and lowering my  lips to  hers for  a kiss.
'Perfect.' I think as  I feel the tip  of my dangling  cock press into
the crease at the  top of her pussy.   Feeling this she  moans into my
mouth and thrusts her  tongue between my  lips as she  grinds her hips
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Then unable to hold back any longer,  I relax and release the contents
of my bladder.  Constrained by her  pussy lips, almost the entire flow
hits her clit and her moans  deepen as she grabs my  arse and pulls me
in tighter grinding her mound against my slowly stiffening cock.

"Hey save some for me." Katy protests.  A moment later, she insinuates
a hand between  us and  grabs the base  of my  cock, pinching  off the
flow.   Reluctantly,  Lena releases  me  and allows  Katy  to  turn me
around.

Katy then surprises the hell out  of me, by dropping  to her knees and
almost inhaling my half hard member.   "Oh fuck!" I groan, throwing my
head back as she releases her  grip and my cock  swells rapidly as she
starts drinking my  piss.   Her throat works  convulsively to  keep up
with the flow then as it slows Katy pulls on my arse, forcing the head
into her throat  and letting  me squirt the  last few  spurts of urine
directly into her stomach.

A squeak of skin  on wet enamel, followed  by a ringing  thud makes me
look down to where  Lena is sitting on  her heels, the  fingers of one
hand working feverishly at her pussy, as she releases her pee in short
bursts.  Her other hand, unmindful  of their tenderness, switches back
and forth between her nipples, pinching and twisting them.

Squealing with  delight,  Katy pulls  free  of my  rampant  member and
diving between Lena's  thighs, she  rolls onto  her back,  and pulling
Lena's fingers away  she forces her  head beneath Lena  and clamps her
lips over her cunt, thirstily gulping down the golden stream.

Not wanting  to be  left out,  I kneel  and lift  Katy's legs  over my
shoulders and press my  lips tightly to Katy's  already spurting slit,
gulping down the salty, slightly acrid  fluid.  It is  almost as if, I
am drinking Lena's  pee, filtered  through Katy.   Moments  later Lena
throws her head back, little yips of pleasure escaping her lips as she
cums.  Katy  burrows even deeper  beneath Lena, moaning  in delight as
she drinks down a cocktail of urine and Lena's sweet ejaculate.

As the flow of Katy's urine  begins to slow, I  leave off gulping down
the fragrant flow and lap from her  twitching little anus to her clit,
bathing my face in the last her pee.  Then as it slows to a trickle, I
latch onto her clit and suck as hard as I can pulling my head back and
stretching it more  than I'd  ever dared  before.   She rewards  me by
digging her heels into  my shoulders and arching  her back, stretching
her clit even further until it finally pulls free with a snap.

As soon as  it does  slip free, she  whimpers and  pulls my  head back
between her  legs, almost  forcing her  little  girl prick  between my
lips.   I Take  the  rubbery little  shaft  into my  mouth  and gently
pinching it at the  base, I lash it  with my tongue,  flicking it back
and forth as rapidly as possible.

Katy's starts bucking against  my tormenting mouth and  a deep ringing
sound alerts me  that her  head is banging  against the  bottom of the
bath.   Lena too  notices what  is  happening and  wriggles backwards,
gently lifting Katy's head and cradling it in her lap.

Satisfied that she is not about to  hurt herself, I redouble my effort
on her clit, biting  down a little harder  and alternating rolling her


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clit against my upper teeth  with the tip of  my tongue, with flicking
it back and forth  and side to  side.  Squealing  with pleasure almost
beyond endurance, Katy gets closer  and closer to her  orgasm.  At the
same time, I bear down harder and harder with  my teeth on the base of
her clit, increasing  the pressure  in infinitesimal  increments until
the tip no longer throbs against my tongue with her heartbeat.

As her heels drum on my  back, I bring my hand  up under her clenching
buttocks and  wet my  thumb with  the copious  juices and  saliva that
drool down over her tiny arsehole.   Then just as she  is on the brink
of orgasm, I press the tip  against the twitching little pucker, which
almost seems to suck my thumb  inside as it opens up  and allows it to
enter.

A second later I force the  rest of my thumb deep  into her bowels and
relax my  jaw, allowing  the blood  to  rush into  her hypersensitised
clitoris.  Her climax hits her like a ton of bricks and she lets out a
sobbing wail of monumental  proportions as I continue  to lash her now
throbbing clit  with my  tongue.   She  almost stands  on her  head in
Lena's lap and her legs threaten to crush my head like an eggshell, as
wave after wave of intolerable pleasure crashes over her.

Finally, just as she is on the verge of passing out, I still my tongue
and withdraw my thumb.  Gently unlocking  her now limp legs from about
my head, I carefully lower her until she lies horizontally in mine and
Lena's laps.  Her  breath comes in  great sobbing heaves  as she draws
air into her oxygen starved body,  slowing gradually until she is able
to lift her head and moan, "You bastard.  Thankyou."

I take hold of her hands and pull her to me, gently cradling her in my
lap, her head on  my shoulder as Lena  climbs to her feet.   Lena then
helps me to stand, as I continue to hold  and cuddle Katy.  Letting go
with one hand, I  hold Katy's little bottom  cupped in the  other as I
pull Lena to us and under  the falling spray, which  has begun to show
some signs of cooling.

After quickly rinsing  ourselves clean,  I release  Lena and  begin to
climb from the bath, then taking note of  the sudsy, wet floor I think
better of the idea and  lower Katy to the  floor, helping her transfer
her grip to the rim of the bath as she wobbles on still unsteady feet.
Lena shuts off  the water  as she and  I climb  out on  either side of
Katy.

Supporting Katy between us, we quickly move through the cool night air
and inside to the fire.  Taking a towel each we quickly scrub her dry,
drawing a soft yelp  of protest from her  when I'm a  little too rough
with her still sensitive pussy.

When we finish with  her, Lena and I  park her on a  chair in front of
the fire and start on each other with  the towels.  Reminded by Katy's
discomfort, I very gently pat Lena's breasts dry as I work my way down
the front of her body, then turn her and work back up the back.

As I stand  for Lena  to rub  me dry,  Katy slips  from the  chair and
setting out mugs on the  bench, she spoons cocoa  and sugar into them.
As she  reaches for  the kettle,  I reach  out my  hand and  stop her,
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go and put  some clothes on  and clean up  that mess  in the bathroom.
I'll meet you in the lounge with the hairbrush when you're done.

Berating herself for  leaving her  chair, Katy  grabs Lena's  hand and
tows her into the lounge.   I very carefully wait for  them to get out
of sight before grinning  and picking up the  kettle.  After finishing
the drinks, I find  the hairbrush by the  simple expedient of stepping
on it as  I put the  milk away.   Kicking it ahead  of me,  I take the
drinks through to  the lounge and  slip on a  pair of shorts  and a T-
shirt.  I then tidy up the  clothes scattered about the room, stuffing
the remains of Katy's shorts into my bag with my clothes and towel.

The girls return a couple of minutes later, Lena in one of my T-shirts
which barely covers the pair of jocks  she has on underneath, and Katy
in her long T-shirt nightie.  They jostle  each other as they fight to
be first under the brush and I solve  the problem by pulling Lena onto
the couch between my  legs, earning a pout  from Katy.  As  I begin to
'Ouch' Lena's  hair, Katy  flounces into  her parents  room, returning
with another brush a few moments later.  Grabbing a pillow, she plumps
down on it between Lena's feet and hands back the brush.

When we finish, the girls hold a  whispered conference and turn on me,
pulling me down to the floor. Lena then gets  up behind me and pins me
in place with  her legs over  my shoulders.   As Lena  pulls the brush
though my  hair, Katy  disappears into  the  kitchen, returning  a few
moments later with a  cloth and a mug  of hot water.   I start to tell
her where my shaving  kit is and she  shuts me up by  slapping the hot
cloth over my face.

I start to peel the cloth off, but Lena  stops me by grabbing a corner
in each hand  and pulling my  head back into  her lap.   A few moments
later I hear  a repeated sound  that is a  cross between a  slap and a
wiff.  Lena then removes the cloth to reveal Katy stropping a straight
razor.

"Hey what do you think you're going to do with that." I yelp.

"Shave you of course." she replies in  matter of fact tones, "Don't be
such a baby, I do Dad all the time.  Hurry  up Lena, or you'll have to
get another hot cloth."

Lena dips the shaving brush into the mug and taking a stick of shaving
soap she starts to work up  a good lather, transferring  it to my face
and neck.

"Now hold still." Katy cautions  me as she kneels  astride my legs and
heats the gleaming blade in the mug.  A  few seconds later I flinch as
she brings the back of the blade into contact with the back of my jaw.
"I said hold still." she scolds me.

"Hey, I've never had this done before.  By anybody." I protest.

"Well close your eyes and relax." she  tells me, "You're going to love
it."

Given a choice  between retreating  with my tail  between my  legs and
letting Katy have her way, I  give in to the inevitable  and try to do
as she  says.   This time  I manage  to  hold still  at the  hot steel


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touches my face, and a moment later  she begins to scrape the whiskers
from my jaw.   My  confidence in her  ability is  not improved  as she
begins to recite Banjo Paterson's, 'The man from Ironbark'.

But her words are like  a mantra and as  she continues without nicking
me, I begin to relax and enjoy the feeling of the deadly blade passing
over my skin.


It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
"Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark."

The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a "tote", whatever that may be,
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, "Here's a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark."

There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall.
Their eyes were  dull, their  heads were flat,  they had  no brains at
all;
To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut,
"I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut."
And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
"I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark."

A grunt was all the reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat;
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark --
No doubt it fairly took him in -- the man from Ironbark.

He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe:
"You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! one hit before I go!
I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark."

He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And "Murder! Bloody murder!" yelled the man from Ironbark.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said "'Twas all in fun --
'Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone."
"A joke!" he cried, "By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark."


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And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape,
He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough,
One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough."
And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.


As she reaches the final line, she finishes with a flourish and slowly
drags the back of the blade across my  throat.  "There, that wasn't so
bad was it?" she coos.

"Actually, it felt pretty good after I got over your choice of words."
I reply, opening my eyes.

She giggles and  tells me,  "That was Mum's  idea, when  I got  Dad to
teach me how  to shave him,  she thought it  would be a  great joke to
start saying that while I did it.  Dad jumped so hard I nearly cut his
ear off the first time he heard me and now I've got it worked out so I
finish both at the same time."

"Just how long have you been shaving your father?" I ask.

"Nearly two years." she replies, laying  the razor down and picking up
a bottle of aftershave.  Pouring a little into her hand, she rubs them
together and slaps my cheeks and  neck.  The almost  total lack of any
sort of stinging, tells me just how good she is with a blade.

"There you smell good  now." she says  nuzzling my neck.  "Now pay the
barber girl."

I apply  the  obvious payment  to  her upturned  lips  and  she levers
herself to her feet, allowing me to rise.   "I think I'm going to have
that done more often." I muse, rubbing  my hands over my cheeks, which
are as smooth as  the  plump little  mound that lies  half revealed at
the apex of her thighs.

"Mm,  that's  much  better."  Lena  declares   as  she  checks  Katy's
handiwork, by rubbing her cheek against mine.

Katy carefully wipes the razor clean on the  cloth and dries it on the
hem of her nightshirt  before smearing a little  Vaseline on the blade
to protect it from  the moist Queensland  air.  Snapping  it shut, she
gathers up the rest of her  Father's shaving paraphernalia and returns
it to his bedroom.

"Come on you  two,"  I  say when she  returns, "we'd  better brush our
teeth."

After brushing our  teeth and checking  for onion breath,  we stand on
the veranda, looking out at the stars above  the trees.  A few minutes
later, Katy tugs on my hand and says, "Come  on, let's go out there so
we can see more stars."

Leaving the lantern  up on  the verandah,  she leads  us out  into the
middle of the lawn, the cool mud squeezing up between our toes.  For a
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turning in a slow circle surveying the heavens.  Because of our remote
location and the clarity of the country air, we have no trouble seeing
all but the dimmest of the  stars, so long as we  keep the moon behind
us.

Katy of course is  the first to  break the silence,  ever curious, she
points into the air and asks, "What's that star?"

"Which one?" I ask trying to follow her finger.

"That one, the really bright one." she  says jabbing her finger at the
sky.

"That one  isn't a  star." I  tell her,  "It's a  planet and  it's the
biggest planet  in the  Solar System.    You can  tell  the difference
because planets  don't twinkle  like stars."    Do you  know  what the
planets are called?"

"Yeah," she replies, "so if it's a  planet, it must be Jupiter because
he's the biggest.  Right?"

"Right." I confirm.

"And that one must be Mars  because it's so red.   And that means that
one is Saturn.  Isn't it a pretty colour?"

"Yes and Yes." I verify  her identifications. "And yes  it is a pretty
colour.  So which one's Venus?" I ask, throwing her a trick question.

"Silly, you can't see Venus this late."

"Just checking."

"Wow a meteor!" Lena squeals excitedly.

"Make a wish. Make a wish." Katy squeals.

"Starlight, Star bright. I wish I wish. I wish I might. Have the wish,
I wish tonight." I murmur softly.

"What?" Lena asks.

"Oh, just a little poem." I say, repeating it a little louder.

"I like it." she  whispers, squeezing my  arm, "Will you  write it out
for me?"

"Of course." I say, kissing  the top of her  head, filling my nostrils
with the warm fragrance of her freshly washed hair.

"That's a star isn't it?" she asks pointing. "That really bright white
one."

"They're nearly  all white."  I say,  "Yes  it's a  star and  it's the
second brightest star in the sky, it's called Sirius."

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"Really, are you sure?  Do you know what it's other name is?" I ask.

"Yep, I want that one."  she confirms her choice.   "What's it's other
name?"

"The dog star." I tell her.

Katy giggles, "The dog's star." and Lena lunges at her past me.

Katy skips away from us, jeering.

"Ignore her." I say to Lena, restraining her.

"Yeah, she's such a baby." Lena says. "What's the brightest star?" she
asks.

"That's easy." Katy says. "It's the Sun."

"Oh, of course." Lena  says. "It's a star  too, isn't it?   What other
stars have names?"

"Lots of them, but I only know a few." I answer.   I pull her in front
of me and rest my chin on her shoulder, using  her arm as a pointer, I
ask, "Can you see that group of stars that look like a saucepan?"

"Yes."

"Well that part's  called Orion's Belt  and those three  stars are his
sword hanging  from  it.    The bright  red  Star  near  it  is called
"Betelgeuse and the bright bluish one is call Rigel."

"Beetle Juice?" her voice is incredulous, "How  did it get a name like
that?"

"Betelgeuse," I repeat, and spell it for her. "It comes from an Arabic
name, 'Bwat-al-Yawza' which means 'house of the giant' and even that's
wrong.  When someone translated an old star map, they misread the name
because it's  was actually  'Hwat-al-Yawza'  which means  'arm  of the
giant' and  that  makes a  lot  more sense  because  it  marks Orion's
shoulder.  Can you see the rest of him?"

"Yeah that's  easy."  she  replies, "Does  'Rigel'  mean  Giant's foot
then?"

"No, I have  no idea where  that name comes  from.  I  only know about
Betelgeuse because of something I read."

"Oh!  What other stars do you know?"

I use her  arm to  point a  little to  the north  of Orion.  "See that
cluster of  stars  there, they're  called  the Pleiades  or  the Seven
Sisters."

"But I can only count six." she says after a short pause.

"Yeah, well if  the moon  wasn't up you  could probably  count nine or
ten.  But there's a legend about seven  sisters so they got called the
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"Oh I guess that  makes some sort of  sense.  Any others?   What about
that red one in that triangle near the Pleiades."

"O.K. the triangle  is called  the Hyades and  the red  star is called
Aldebaran.  The  triangle is  also the  head of  Taurus the  bull, and
Aldebaran is his  eye.   Of course you  know the  Southern Cross don't
you?"

"Everybody knows that."  she says turning  to the  south and pointing,
"And those are the Pointers.  And if you  join a line from between the
pointers and the top of the  cross, to that star  there," she traces a
line across the sky, "half way along that line is right above south."

"Very good." I compliment her  and Katy gives a  muffled snort.  "That
star at the end  of the line is  called Archenar.  Now  the only other
names I know are  Alpha and Beta  Centauri which are  the Pointers and
Omega Centauri." I search  the sky for a  few moments and  line up her
arm, "There, do you see that fuzzy looking star?"

"I think so, yeah, I can see it.  Why is it fuzzy."

"That's because it's actually about a  million or so stars, all packed
together so close that if you  were in the middle,  the light would be
brighter than the moon."

"Where?" Katy asks, rejoining the conversation, "Which one is it?"

I Pull her to me  and crouch behind her  so that I can  use her arm to
aim. "O.K. got it?"

"Yep" she says, adding in awed tones, "A  million stars, wow.  How far
away are they?"

"I don't remember exactly, twenty or thirty thousand light years.  Man
was still living in caves when the light you're seeing started out."

"Wow," she breaths, "can we see anything any further away?"

"Sort of." I reply, "At least  for me, your eyes  might be better than
mine.  Can you  find that line that  Lena was talking about?   The one
that helps you find south."

"I should be able to," she replies, "I was  the one who showed her how
to do it."

"Yes well, can you see a foggy patch, sort  of like the milky way, but
much fainter, either side of the middle of  that line?  You might have
to look out of the corner of your eye."

"Yeah." Katy replies.

"What about you Lena?" I ask.

"I think so," she says, sounding  a little unsure, "but they disappear
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"That's all  right, the  same thing  happens to  me." I  reassure her.
"Well they  are  called  the  Magellanic  clouds.    They're  separate
galaxies and they are over one  hundred and fifty thousand light years
away.  When  that light  started out, men  that looked  like us didn't
even exist."

"Awesome." Katy breaths, "Can we see anything older?"

"Well if it was the right  time and I knew where  to look, there's the
Andromeda Galaxy.  It's so  far away that it's  light was just leaving
about the same time as Lucy was born."

"Who's Lucy?" they ask together.

"That's the name  some scientists  gave to  the oldest  humanoid bones
that have  ever been  found, they're  over two  million years  old." I
explain. "And that is as far, and as far  back, as you can see without
a telescope."

"Two million years." Katy breaths, shuddering  as she contemplates the
sheer magnitude of  the distances  and times involved.  "How far  is a
light year in kilometres?"

"A bloody  long  way.   Light  travels nearly  three  hundred thousand
kilometres in one second, so it only takes a bit over eight minutes to
get here from  the sun  and it's one  hundred and  forty three million
kilometres away.  If you want  to know how far a  light year is you'll
have to work it out for yourself."

"It make's you feel pretty small doesn't it?" Katy whispers.

Silently,  we  stand  there,  huddled  together  for  comfort,  as  we
contemplate the immensity  of the  universe and the  insignificance of
mankind.

The stars have visibly moved across the  vault of the heavens, when an
idea fills my head. An idea so simple, yet  so profound.  An idea that
has occurred on innumerable  occasions, to innumerable people.   It is
an idea  that is  the at  the beginning  of all  true learning.   "Yes
Katy," I say, "how small we are.  Yet it also shows just how truly big
we are too.   As big a  the entire universe.   We have  the ability to
ask, 'what, when, how and why.'  Without that ability, the stars would
just be little lights in the sky,  there would be nothing smaller than
a grain of  sand and  we would run,  screaming, from  a fire  like the
animals do.

"Instead, we can look into the heart of an atom and beyond; all of the
way to the  very edge  of the  universe, back  to it's  beginning, and
forwards to it's end.  We slice time so finely that light itself seems
to stand still and at the same time contemplate timespans in which the
age of the earth  is a mere tick  of the clock.   We can  stop a man's
heart so that he  can live, or restart  a heart that has  stopped.  We
fill empty space  with substance and  substance with empty  space.  We
have intelligence and we have curiosity."

Both girls  snuggle even  closer to  my sides,  and couple  of minutes
later, Katy murmurs, "That's pretty heavy stuff.  Let's go inside, I'm
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"Well, who is  it that  won't wear  her pants?"  I tease,  patting her
backside, where I detect a noticeable lack of pantyline.

























































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Chapter 11             - POOR UNCLE LIAM.



The next morning I'm woken by somebody shaking my foot, At first I try
to ignore it, pulling Katy closer against my front and nuzzle into her
hair, while enjoying  the delightful  pressure of Lena's  soft breasts
against my back.   Suddenly it dawns on  me that if both  of the girls
are in bed with me that  someone else must be jerking on  my foot.  My
eyes fly open and I sit up with a jerk to look at my uncle grinning at
me.

"Well, well, well,  what have we  here?" he  says, obviously recovered
from his scare of the night before, "I only ripped Katy's pant off and
here you are sleeping with both girls."

Just then Lena decides to wake up,  sitting up and throwing the covers
back.  Both Katy's and her  sleepwear has ridden up  in the night, and
Liam's eyes flick from  Lena's jock encased mound  to Katy's bare hip.
A moment later he beats a hasty retreat  as Katy too wakes up, rolling
onto her back  and arching  her back, throwing  her little  bald pussy
into prominent relief.

Leaving them to finish waking up, and with a warning not to follow for
a few minutes,  I join Liam  out onto the  verandah, where  I find him
staring out towards the  dam. "Why were you  sleeping with the girls?"
he asks, as I step up beside him.

"Well the  night before  last, the  girls  were pretty  scared  by the
storm," I say,  releasing my  cock to  piss through  the railing.   He
gives me a startled glance as he hears  my zipper and I continue, "and
Katy wanted me  to hold  her, a minute  later Lena  cuddled up  on the
other side.  When it was time to sleep,  they dragged me into bed with
them and we fell  asleep, all cuddled  up together.   Then last night,
Katy wanted  me to  hold her  again.   I thought  Lena would  take the
single, but she  just cuddled  up to my  back and  that's the  way you
found us.   Actually it felt  pretty good, I  think I'm  going to miss
having a warm body or two to cuddle up to."

"Aren't you worried about what somebody might think?" he ask.

"Why? we were fully dressed." I answer, adding with a short laugh, "At
least very nearly fully dressed."

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"Not really,"  I reply,  "I'm beginning  to  realise that  this family
doesn't think the  same way  we do about  nudity, and  I'm starting to
think the same way myself.  I had to," I  add with a laugh, "when Jane
left me and Katy out here on the verandah after the storm that trapped
me here in the first place and told us to get  our wet clothes off.  I
guess I could have gone in there,"  I point towards the bathroom, "but
Jane didn't indicate that  I should and the  look Katy gave  me as she
stripped off, well let's just say, I took it as a challenge.

"She peeked of course and giggled, because things had retreated in the
cold, if you know  what I mean, but  she certainly didn't  stare, so I
just took it in  my stride.  Jane  didn't even bat an  eyelid when she
stuck her head back out and told us to hang up our wet clothes."

"Excuse us, we're bursting."  Katy cries, as she  and Lena streak past
and into the bathroom, leaving a gap in the curtain in their hurry.

Smiling to myself, I  watch Liam as  he stares through  the gap, while
pretending to scan the yard.  Katy climbs up onto the rim of the bath,
standing astride it and pulling her nightshirt  up to her waist as she
cuts loose with a  deep golden stream.   At the same  time Lena lowers
her jocks to the her ankles and steps  out of them, displaying a flash
of moist, pink flesh as she bends to pick them up.

Still holding her nightie up to her  waist, Katy jumps down and washes
her pussy at the sink while Lena climbs up onto the bath and takes her
place, she too pulling her shirt  up out of the way .   She lets go of
the shower head  to separate  her labia  but begins  to wobble  and is
forced to jump down before she falls.  With  her back to us she strips
off her shirt  and climbs back  up, her full,  rounded breasts bobbing
delightfully as she  grab the  shower head and  turns to  straddle the
bath.  Reaching  down between her  legs, she separates  her pussy lips
and a powerful, golden cascade pounds into the bottom of the bath.

As she steps down, this time  facing us, she lifts  her fingers to her
lips and licks them.  Suddenly, she notices the gap in the curtain and
her audience.    "Katy!"  she  squeals,  diving  out  of  sight,  "The
curtain!"

As Katy, leaps  for the  curtain, Liam jumps  and swivels  towards me,
then unable to  meet my gaze,  he turns back  to look  out towards the
dam.  Katy gives me an  impudent grin and a  wink before twitching the
curtain shut.

"Pretty good tits for a  thirteen year old." I  remark, leaning on the
rail.

"Yeah." he whispers, as if  from a million miles  away. A moment later
he jumps and looks at me. "You were watching too?"

"Why not?  There's no harm in looking." I reply easily.

"Yeah I guess  not." he  says, recovering  his composure.  "Nice pussy
too."

"Which one?" I ask, unable to resist twitting him.




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"Both." he whispers so softly that I would  have missed it if I hadn't
been watching his lips, then more loudly, "Uh, Lena's of course."

"Quite a show wasn't it?" I ask.

"Yeah, was she really licking  her piss off her  fingers?" he asks, as
if of himself.

"Why don't you ask her?" I ask with a grin.

"Are you mad?" he yelps.

A second later, Katy bolts out through the curtain, waving a navy blue
scrap of cloth  over her  head.  Behind  her Lena's  head emerges from
between the curtains  and she shouts,  "You bring them  back right now
Katy!"

"Come and get them!" Katy jeers, twirling the jocks that Lena had been
wearing on her finger, before running inside.

As the sounds of Katy, reviving the fire emerge from the kitchen, Lena
comes out, crimson faced, her  hands holding the hem  of her shirt and
stretching it down to mid thigh, as she sidles past us and inside.

"I could get shot  for what I'm  thinking right now."  he says shaking
his head.

"Me too." I agree, turning back to  look over grass steaming under the
sun.

A couple of minutes  later, Katy sticks her  head out of  the door and
asks, "Have you had breakfast yet Liam?"

"Yeah, about two - three hours  ago." he answers, "I  guess I could do
with another one though."

"O.K. it'll  be  ready  in  about  ten  minutes."  she  tells  us  and
disappears, re-emerging a minute later to ask, "You want a cuppa while
you wait?"

"Yeah sure." he says, turning back to lean on the rail.

"Well come and get it then." she tells him,  "What do I look like your
wife?"

"I wish!"  he murmurs,  turning to  head  inside, unaware  that  he is
speaking aloud.

"What was that?" I ask.

"Uh nothing, just clearing my throat."  he hurriedly replies, coughing
by way of demonstration.

I follow him in  to the kitchen,  noting his startled  glance from the
jocks hanging on the back of  a chair to Lena,  standing at the stove,
stirring a pot of porridge.  As Katy rises on  tip toes to pick up the
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brushes against her, lifting her shirt just  enough to give us a brief
glimpse of pale untanned skin.

"Hey Lena," I say teasingly,  plucking the jocks from  the back of the
chair, "I thought you wanted these?"

"Is there  any  point?"  she asks,  "You've  already  seen everything,
besides it makes me feel wicked."

"Uh Lena, would you please put them back on for our sake?" Liam gulps.

"Oh all right." she sighs, crossing her arms in front and grasping the
hem of her T-shirt.

Liam gulps and spins away from  her, as she lifts  her hands enough to
reveal her red and white polka dot bikini bottoms.

"Um Uncle Liam," I say, "I think we've been had."

"What?" he asks turning back. "Very funny."

"I thought so too." Lena  giggles turning her back  to waggle her butt
at us.   Revealing at the  same time the  secret of  the exposed white
skin.  The little tease, has pulled the  back of her bikini halfway up
into her butt crack,  showing off the bottom  two inches or  so of her
backside.

Dropping the hem  of her shirt,  she reaches underneath  and pulls the
fabric free of  her bum  crack. "The girls  at school  are right." she
remarks to Katy, as if Liam and I weren't there, "Teasing boys IS fun,
but it's not very comfortable."

"Don't YOU go trying it." I say warningly to Katy, "There'll be plenty
of time for that, when you've got something to show off."

"Hey I've got a  bum too." she protests,  flicking up the  back of her
nightshirt and waggling the aforementioned feature at us, "See?"

"Yes we can see," I tell her, "and if you don't put it away right now,
by the time I finish with it, we'll be able to see it in the dark."

"You wouldn't?" she cries impudently, sticking  her bum out far enough
for her little pink pussy to peek through between her thighs.

"O.K. Katy that does it." I say severely, "Come here right now."

Upon hearing my  new tone, she  immediately straightens  and drops her
hands to her sides. Turning to face me, she backs up to the fridge and
frantically apologises, "I'm sorry  Geoff, I won't do  it again.  I'll
be good, I promise."

"And I'm sorry  too Katy,"  I reply sadly,  "but that's  just not good
enough."

Beside me, Uncle Liam is looking  more than a little  wild eyed and he
tries to intervene, probably more on his own behalf than Katy's, "Look
Geoff, do you have  to, I think she  really is sorry, she  won't do it
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"Uh-huh." she nods.

"No Uncle Liam,  she's been  warned about this  sort of  thing.  Isn't
that right Katy?" with her chin already on her chest, her head gives a
little bob, "And her mother told me what to do.  So now I do it."

"O.K." he gives in, "I'll just wait out on the verandah."

"No!" I say stopping him as he turns to  go, "I think you should stay,
I think the humiliation of  an audience will make  this lesson a great
deal more effective."

"No!" Katy wails, her head snapping up to look at me.

"Yes." I say, grabbing  the back of a  chair and turning  it away from
the table before sitting down.  "Now are you going to come here, or am
I going to have to drag you over my knee?"

With short jerky  steps, she slowly  approaches, to  stand, head bowed
about a foot from my knees, at which point  she stops, as if rooted to
the spot.  I give her a few more seconds to cover the last few inches,
then pat my knee.  She advances maybe three inches further, in as many
steps, then halts again, trembling like a leaf.

Sighing, I grasp  her wrist  and pull  her around  to stand  beside my
knee, her back to my uncle.  As I reach up to  the back of her neck to
pull her down and  across my knees, her  lips twist up  in a satisfied
little smirk.    The  little shit,  she'd  manipulated  me  into doing
exactly as she wanted and now I had no  choice, but to go through with
it.  Well she was going to regret having done so.

Something in my eyes  tells her that she  has gone too  far; the smirk
leaves her face, to  be replaced by  a suddenly apprehensive  look.  I
roughly pull her across my lap and pin her  with my hand in the middle
of her back.  Before she  can begin to struggle, I  bring my hand down
on her,  still  half covered,  backside,  with a  ringing  crack, that
causes her to cry  out loudly and  her hand immediately  comes back to
cover her stinging read end.

Roughly grasping her wrist, I tug  it higher and pin  it under my hand
in the small of her back,  catching and dragging the  fabric of her T-
shirt up to fully  expose her rear at  the same time.   I then lift my
hand again and bring it down in a blow  that stings my palm and causes
Katy to yelp and buck wildly.

The pain  in  my  hand brings  me  to  my senses  and  I  moderate the
remaining blows, so that,  while still quite painful,  they are not as
brutal as the first two.  Even so, they fall on skin already primed by
those first two  slaps and by  the time I  am finished  she is sobbing
quietly.

When I release her, she remains hanging  across my lap, her legs about
a foot apart.   I  glance towards my  uncle and  discover that  he has
seated himself,  and  though he  tries  to look  away,  his  eyes keep
drifting back to look at Katy's  exposed buttocks and the plump little
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About a  minute later,  she gets  her  sobs under  control with  a few
shuddering heaves and struggles to her  feet, wincing as the fabric of
her nightshirt slides down  over her sore  bottom.  She  glances at me
with a tear streaked face, and gulps out a sincere, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too.  But the person you should be apologising to is Uncle
Liam, I'm used to you by now."

She crosses the distance between me and  my uncle on unsteady leg and,
whispers again, "I'm sorry Uncle Liam.  I really am."

"And, I'm sorry it  had to happen."  he replies, "But  Geoff is right,
you really shouldn't  do things  like that until,  you're older.   You
said last night you, knew about bad touching.   Well what you just did
is an open  invitation to bad  touching.  There  are a lot  of men out
there who would hurt you very badly if you did that in front of them."

"But you and Geoff wouldn't hurt me, would you?" she asks.

"No," he  answers seriously,  "but you  still  shouldn't do  it.   And
neither should Lena."  he adds,  looking over at  where she  is paying
very careful attention to the pot  on the stove.  "I  want you both to
promise me that, you'll never do anything dangerous like that again."

Lena gives the promise at once, while Katy turns it over in her mind.

"Katy?" I say.

"O.K. I promise." she answers.  A glint in her eye as she looks at me,
causes me to wonder what is going through  her mind.  Then it suddenly
hits me,  she  had just  promised  not to  do  anything  dangerous and
thinking back  to  her  earlier promise,  I  realise  that  she hadn't
promised not to  expose herself  then either; she  had promised  to be
good. 'But good at what?' I begin to wonder.

"Can I have  a cuddle please  Uncle Liam." she  asks softly,  is a sad
little voice that gives him no choice but to agree.

"Sure Honey, come here." he says, holding out his arms.

Katy straddles  his lap,  wincing a  little as  her bottom  comes into
contact with the rough denim  of his jeans and  throws her arms around
his neck, burying her face  against his shoulder as  he enfolds her in
his arms and hugs her tight.  I'm  a little surprised that she doesn't
rub herself against him, but then I  realise that she really does want
to be held and comforted.

A minute  or so  later,  she relaxes  her  hold and  he  releases her.
Briefly pressing her lips to his cheek, then sitting back her hands on
his shoulders, she whispers, "Thankyou."

"Your welcome." he says, "Now go and wash your face."

"Can you lift me down?" she asks, "My bum's sore."

"I'll bet it is." he half grins, looking down as he moves his hands to
her hips.  "Uh, Katy, you're doing it again."



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"Oops." she giggles, blushing  as she looks down,  following his gaze.
"I am too."

My uncles hands lift  her nightshirt a  little higher as  he slips his
hands up to her waist and lifts her from his lap, He then holds up for
a few of seconds as he  'steadies' her on her feet.   Katy too notices
this and prolongs the exposure by gripping his forearms and wobbling a
little.  He  looks at her  little pussy for  as long as  he dares then
removes his hands, allowing her nightshirt to fall and cover her up.

"Breakfast's ready." Lena announces.

"Hurry up and wash." Liam tells Katy, and she scampers from the room.

I rise  and shoulder  Lena aside.    Picking up  the pot,  I  pour the
porridge into bowls then fill it with water to soak.  Taking two bowls
each, we carry them  to the table.   My uncle is sweeping  the last of
the jigsaw into the box as we set the bowls down.

Katy returns just as I bring  the milk, sugar and  butter to the table
and she and Lena bring over our half made drinks.  Katy gingerly takes
a seat next  to my  uncle, and I  sit next  to Lena  as we tuck  in to
breakfast.

"Whatcha been doing all morning?" Katy asks, reaching for the milk.

"I've been clearing the road and your drive," he answers, "I just came
to get Geoff and found you all still asleep.  What time did you get to
bed last night anyway. You must  have been really zonked, because I've
hade the chainsaw going for the last hour."

"I don't know." she answers, "Pretty  late, Geoff was telling us about
the stars.  Did you know you can see two million years away."

"That's light years Katy." he corrects her.

"Yeah, but the light's two million years old too." she says.

"You know,  I've never  really thought  of  it that  way." he  says in
wonder, "When I was  younger, I used  to look through  my telescope at
stars and try  and work out  how many miles  away each one  was, but I
never thought about how old the light was,  even though I knew a light
year was how far light travelled in a year."

"Wow!" Katy exclaims, "You've  got a telescope.   Can I  come over and
use it sometimes?"

"Well, we'd  have  to  see  what  your  mum  and  dad  say  first." he
temporises, "You'd have to  stay up pretty  late to see  very much and
they might not like you to be out that late."

"I could sleep over with you." she offers innocently.

His eyes widen a little at  this and he cautions her,  "We'll see.  It
won't be for a while anyway, I'll probably have to get the mirrors re-
coated before we can use it."




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"O.K." she agrees, "I hope you  know more stars than  Geoff does.  Did
you knows Betelgeuse should be call Hwat-al-Yawza?"

"No, why's that?" he asks.

"Because it means arm  of the giant in  Arabic, Betelgeuse means house
of the giant." she answers smugly.

"Geoff told  us  that Katy."  Lena  says, pricking  Katy's  bubble and
earning herself a dark glowering glance.

"It's O.K. Katy." Liam  says, "The fact that  you learnt something new
is the important thing."

Katy pokes  her tongue  out at  Lena  and pulls  a face,  then resumes
shovelling her porridge  into her mouth.   Lena returns  the look with
interest, before returning her attention to  her own plate.  "Will you
come swimming with us  after breakfast?" Katy asks,  mumbling around a
mouthful of porridge.

"Wipe your chin Katy." he tells her, "You know you shouldn't talk with
your mouth full."

In the explosion  that follows,  the small  dribble of  gruel dripping
from her chin is the least  of her problems, snot  and oats spray from
her mouth and nose,  fanning across the  table.  A  few stray globules
making at as far as Lena and I, bespattering our shirts.

"Eew yuck." Lena cries in disgust, looking down at the obscenely semen
like dribbles, sliding  down the swell  of her  breasts.  Fastidiously
she flicks  one such  droplet from  her nipple,  causing it  to harden
under her t-shirt.

Across from us, Liam pounds Katy on the  back as she coughs and snorts
the thick paste from her airways.  "What made you laugh like that?" he
asks, and I stiffen, suddenly afraid.

Katy, continues  to  gasp and  snort,  trying to  clear  her  nose and
without thinking, Lima pulls up the  bottom of her nightshirt and hold
it to her nose. "Here blow." he instructs her.

Honking Like  a foghorn,  Katy clears  her nose  and turns  a grateful
smile on him.  Suddenly my  uncle realises what he  has done and looks
down before he can stop himself, then hastily  back at her face.  "I'm
sorry Katy," he  apologises, letting go  of her  nightshirt, "I didn't
think."

"It's O.K." she replies, deliberately misconstruing the reason for his
apology. "It  needs  washing anyway."  she  grasps the  fabric  of her
nightshirt about the level of her ribs and pulls it outwards to survey
the pasty streaks adorning it.

Liam's eyes follow her gaze to her bespattered nightshirt - and beyond
- as the sudden bobbing of his Adam's  apple testifies.  "Uh Katy!" he
semi-gulps.

"Oops." she  giggles, letting  the cloth  go.   "Well  are  you coming
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"Geoff and I  really should  get going  and help  Lena's dad  with the
road." he tells her.

"Please?" she begs, gazing up at him winsomely.

"I don't know, there's a lot of branches to clear."

"Just for a little while." she  begs, "Me and Lena  will come and help
too."

He glances across at me. "Might as well give  in now as later." I say,
"She's going to get her own way eventually."

"You're probably right." he agrees, "O.K. Katy."

"Oh thankyou!" she cries, grabbing his  head and planting a resounding
kiss on his lips, before running off into the lounge.

Uncle Liam, sits there looking  like a stunned mullet  for a couple of
seconds, then turns back to finish his breakfast.

Katy returns a moment  later, waving a  pair of my  shorts, "Here, you
can wear these." she tells my uncle tossing them to him.

"Thanks." he says, snagging them out of  the air. "What about you?" he
asks, eyeing the oatmeal streaked nightshirt she is still wearing.

"Oh, I put  these on." she  says lifting her  hem enough to  show us a
pair of threadbare,  white knickers  that are a  little too  small for
her.  "And since this needs a wash anyway." she trails off.

I regret my little explanation of the night before, as my uncle gulps,
realising what  the water  is going  to  the fabric  tightly stretched
across her plump little mound.  But he says nothing and after scooping
the last of his porridge up,  he takes my shorts  through to the other
room.

"Well, come on,"  he calls  from the doorway,  a little  later, "let's
go."

Lena hastily gulps down the last of her tea and we follow him down the
stairs and across the steaming grass to the dam.  As Katy goes to make
a running jump into the water, Uncle Liam grabs her and says, "Hang on
a sec, you don't know what the storm's dumped in there."

"It's O.K." she replies, "We went  swimming yesterday morning, there's
nothing in there."

"Yesterday!  wasn't that just a little cold?" he asks.

"Yep," I  reply, grinning,  "but did  you  happen to  notice  that hog
wallow near the bottom of the steps?   After these two finished making
that, they needed a bath."

"You helped!" Katy protests.

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Not waiting for me  to confirm, her statement,  Katy wriggles from his
grasp and dives  into the  water, shooting  up a  moment later  with a
whoop.  Liam tests the water with  his toe and shudders, then steeling
himself, he follows  Katy, popping  up beside  her, shouting  with the
cold.

I look  at  Lena  and  she starts  to  back  away,  shaking  her head.
Grinning, I lunge and grasp her by  the wrist.  Lifting her, shrieking
and struggling,  into my  arms, I  take  two steps  into  the freezing
water, before  loosing  my footing  and  sliding down  into  the murky
depths.

I rise to the surface a  few feet from her, and she  turns a dark look
on me. "You bastard." she squeaks, "I'm gonna get you for that."  With
this she leaps  at me  and shoves me  beneath the  surface.   The last
things that I  see, are  the dark circles  of her  areola, beneath her
practically transparent  T-shirt.    Hm, somebody  else  who  has been
paying attention to my explanations.

She plants a foot in the middle of my chest to shove herself away from
me, but she is a second  too slow and I grab her  ankle before she can
escape.  I  slide my free  hand up the  back of  her violently jerking
leg, gently squeezing her bottom and pulling her to me.  Releasing her
ankle, I grasp the back of  her head and seek out  her lips with mine.
She relaxes,  melting into  the kiss  for a  few moments,  then pushes
against me as her breath begins to run out.

We emerge from the water about a foot apart, treading water as we gasp
and draw  fresh air  into out  lungs.   Her gasp  becomes a  squeak of
surprise as, under the concealment of the  turbid water, I lift a hand
and tweak a  rock hard,  cold stiffened nipple.   This  time, when she
plants her foot on my chest,  I let her get away and  turn to see what
Katy is up to.

She is climbing up on to the diving platform, the thin fabric covering
her cute little  bottom is  so very nearly  transparent, that  the red
marks left by my second slap  are easily visible.   When she rises and
turns to face us, the view from the front is almost as bad.  While the
double layer  of  cloth  now covering  her  is  almost  opaque,  it is
plastered to her body,  outlining every crease and  fold of her labia,
even the outline of her fat clitoris is visible.

My uncle bobs in the water in front  of her, totally transfixed by the
lewd display, until Katy says, "Get  out of my way  Uncle Liam, I want
to jump."

He comes to  himself with a  start and swims  a few feet  to the side,
before turning back, unable to keep his eyes  off her.  She flexes her
knees and he gasps audibly, as the  layers of fabric covering her mons
briefly separate, giving him  an almost unobstructed view  of her more
naked than naked pussy.

Straightening her  legs,  she  launches herself  out  over  the water,
knifing into it only inches from his nose and emerging in front of me.
"You're right,"  she  whispers,  "this IS  better  than  being totally
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Turning away  from me,  she strokes  back over  to the  platform, once
again displaying her  bottom as  she pulls herself  up.   Turning, she
seats herself on the edge and says. "The  water's too high, can I jump
off your shoulders Uncle Liam?  You too Geoff, that way Lena and I can
do a double."

I swim over towards the platform, arriving in front of her at the same
time as Lena.   As she  rises and  steps back out  of the  way, we are
treated to a very  interesting display of her  young pre-teen pudenda.
Giving her a  wink, I  haul myself up  onto the  platform and  turn to
offer Lena  my hand.   As  I pull  her  up, my  uncle, who  has pulled
himself halfway  onto  the  platform,  catches  sight  of  her breasts
bobbing beneath  the  translucent fabric  of  her T-shirt  and  with a
muttered, "Shit!" falls back into the water.

"Nice tits."  Katy comments,  then as  he  bobs back  to  the surface,
"Hurry up Uncle Liam."

Gasping, he eyes a blushing  Lena for a second,  then tearing his gaze
away, he pulls himself up onto the platform and turns to face out over
the water.  Then  as I wrap one  arm about the centre  pole, and offer
Lena the other as  a step, he begins  muttering to himself, "Thirteen,
she's only thirteen."

Lena quickly scrambles  up my  body, her breasts  bobbing delightfully
under the  translucent fabric  of  her shirt,  then  steadying herself
against the pole, she turns and waits for Katy.

Katy, slips in font of my uncle, "Hey, I'm down here dummy." she says,
adding as he tears his  eyes from Lena's quivering  mounds, "I hope my
boobies get that big one day."

"Give them time." he responds absently, grabbing the pole and stooping
to offer his cupped hand.

Wrapping her arms around  his neck, she steps  into his proffered hand
and waits for  him to straighten.   When he  does, she  grabs the pole
with one hand  and the top  of his head  with the other.   Lifting her
foot to his shoulder, she  presents to his bugging  eyes, a clear view
of her plump young  pussy only inches  from his nose.   Then stretched
beyond it's ability to conceal(?) the fabric of the front panel of her
knickers slips to one side, baring one  fat hairless labia to his gaze
as the leg band disappears into her pussy crack.

A moment later, he  breaths a sigh of  relief and regret  as she pulls
herself up onto his shoulder and turns.   I think only his arm trapped
between me and  the pole  keeps him upright  and glancing  down to his
groin, I'm amused  to discover that  lust has  overcome freezing water
and his shorts outline the shape of his erection.

"One - two  -three.", Katy's shouted  counting above us,  causes us to
brace ourselves as they bend their  knees and launch themselves.  Hand
in hand, They knife into the  water about three metres  in front of us
and a trail of bubbles follows their  progress towards what is left of
the island.  Side by side, they  shoot from the water, broaching until
their hips clear the water and  with fingers still entwined, they fall
backwards with a  splash that sends  a series of  small waves rippling
towards us.


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Floating on their  backs, they  stroke back  towards us,  Lena's firm,
round breasts bobbing back and forth with the same leisurely rhythm of
her arm.  As  they come to  a halt below  us, my uncle  gulps and when
they reach their hands up to us, he  turns his head resolutely away as
he hauls Katy up in front  of him.  Before she  can repeat her earlier
display, he turns her and lifts her to is shoulders.

I haul Lena up and this  time as she clambers up  my body, her breasts
brush against  my face,  her nipples  tracing  lines of  fire  over my
cheeks.  Giggling,  she steps  onto my shoulder  and pulls  herself up
beside Katy.  Together they chant "One - Two - Three" and almost drive
us to our knees with the force of their take off.

This time, I follow them  into the water and  emerge behind them, just
in time to  catch them  in my arms  as they  broach.   They screech in
surprise as my  arms encircle  them and  I dig  my fingers  into their
ribs.  Giggling wildly they  twist in my grasp  and return the digital
assault with interest,  attacking my ribs  and armpits  and driving me
gasping beneath the surface.

Diving out of  their reach, I  come up a  few metres away  and turn to
find that they  have my  uncle, who had  come to  my rescue,  at their
mercy and I have to dive back into the fray.  Catching Katy around the
waist, I haul her away, leaving  my uncle to deal with  Lena.  After a
few false starts, in  which he encounters flesh  too pneumatic for his
peace of mind,  he secures a  solid grip on  her wrists  and sends her
into giggling paroxysms, his fingers digging into her sides.

"Cannonball!" Katy  cries  and  sighing  I  drag  her,  sputtering and
squealing in outrage, by the ankle over to the bank.  Folding her into
a ball, I  lift her to  my shoulder and  heave, swamping  my uncle and
Lena.

"My turn." Lena cries.

Uncle Liam, tows her over to  the bank beside me, but  when he goes to
pick her up, she says, "No I want to do back flips."

Gulping audibly, he entwines his hands for her to step into.  He turns
his head to  one side as  she grip his  shoulders, but I  see his eyes
roll to the side,  watching her breasts  bobbing as he  bounces her up
and down.  On the count of three he damn near launches her into orbit,
throwing her a good  five feet above  the surface of  the water, where
she brings her hands together and re-enters with barely a splash.

As I dispose  of a  giggling Katy for  the second  time, he  scans the
water beyond Lena's point of entry, waiting  for her to surface.  When
she surfaces right in front of him, close enough to brush her engorged
nipples against his belly as she stands, he damn near shits himself.

Giggling, she places her hands  on his shoulders and  waits for him to
cup his hands  for her.   This time his  head bobs, like  one of those
dogs that used  to be so  popular on the  back ledges of  cars and she
lands flat on he back, squealing, as he forgets to let go of her foot.

Shaking his head,  he declares, "O.K.  that's enough,  we'd better get
going on the road, or we'll never get it done."


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Grumbling, the  girls trail  Uncle Liam  and  I from  the  water, then
suddenly shoot past us, "Bet  you can't catch us."  Katy cries as they
dash for the stairs.

Well, we can't take that.  Accelerating as  fast as the wet grass will
allow, we take off  after them and  are soon pounding  on their heels,
with a final burst of speed, Uncle Liam sweeps Katy up in his arms and
a second later I grasp Lean  around the waist, just  in time for Uncle
Liam to step in the  'hog wallow' and land  ignominiously on his arse,
Katy across his lap.  Lena and I are too close to stop and land on top
of them.

Katy's giggling emerges from somewhere in the middle of the pile and a
moment later Lena squeals in shocked  outrage.  Not even noticing that
her breasts are damn near  smothering my uncle as  she tries to escape
whatever Katy is doing  to her.  He,  however, does notice  and with a
violent heave, he shoves all of us aside.

Lena lands on her backside,  legs apart, with a  disgusted look on her
face as she looks down at the front of her bikini bottoms, which bulge
with about half  a pound  of mud.   Seeing Katy,  almost helpless with
laughter, lying in front of  her, she pounces on  her and silences the
laughter with as much mud as she  can stuff into Katy's tiny knickers.
The two of them roll about in  the mud, getting filthier and filthier,
for a minute  or so,  then without  warning they  pounce on  my uncle,
plastering his chest with great handfuls of mud.

For a little while,  he puts up  a token resistance  to their assault,
letting them have their way  with him, but when  Katy stuffs a handful
of mud down the front of his shorts, he nearly breaks her wrist in his
haste to remove her hand from his pants.

"O.K. Enough!" he  bellows and  they stop like  rabbits caught  in the
headlights of an oncoming car.   "O.K.," he continues in more moderate
tones, "We will walk slowly  and decorously down to  the dam, where we
will get rid of this mud  and then we will return to  the house in the
same fashion." He catches my  grin as they start  off with a peculiar,
waddling walk and lunges at me, adding, "After we get Geoff!"

With giggling squeals of delight, the girls dive on  me.  I try to put
up a good  fight, but with  three assailants, it  is only  a matter of
seconds before they have me pinned and fill my shorts to bursting with
great gobs of cold, greasy clay.  Letting  me up, my uncle jeers, "Now
who walks funny?"

All four of  us waddle down  to the dam  and wade out  into the water,
which is  once  again freezing  after  the  heat of  the  sun  and the
exertion of our wrestling.  As  soon as the water  covers our hips, we
all bob down and remove our pants, rinsing them out.

"I wouldn't if I  were you." he warns  Katy as she eyes  his hands and
the shorts in them speculatively.

After slipping our pants back on, we duck  our heads to rinse the rest
of the mud from our bodies and our hair.  This time the journey to the
house is without incident, at least until we reach the stairs.  Taking
the stairs two at a  time, Katy reaches the  verandah first and strips


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off her nightshirt, tossing it over the rail.   Liam, Lena and I reach
the top just as she strips  off her knickers and drops  them on top of
her night shirt.

"I thought  I warned  you about  that  Katy." my  uncle growls  as she
reaches up for a towel. "And you promised me."

"Pooh, you aren't  dangerous." she tells  him, unconcernedly towelling
herself down, "Besides this is different.  Now hurry up you lot."

"See what I mean." I say to him, tossing my own shirt and reaching for
a towel.

"I guess it  doesn't make  any difference, he  can already  see them."
Lena mutters. and I look up to where she is looking down at her boobs,
which are easily visible under her  wet T-shirt.  Blushing, she grasps
the hem and strips it off, setting her firm round breasts bobbing, and
my uncle gulping and whirling, to look away.

"What's wrong Uncle Liam, got something in your eye?" I gibe.

"You could say that." he mutters, crimson featured.

"What's wrong with my boobies?" Lena  asks, moving up beside him, "You
looked at them when I had the shirt on."

He glances down and snaps his eyes back to the willow lying across the
drive.  Then with  a sigh, he looks  back and says,  "Nothing I guess.
But your mother wouldn't like you parading them like that."

"Pooh, who's going to tell her." she  says, "Besides, people do it all
the time."

"You're right, people  do, do  it all the  time.   I guess  I'm just a
little old fashioned,  I know  I shouldn't let  it bother  me, but you
just surprised me.  Actually, they're very nice 'boobies', magnificent
in fact."

"Oooh, thankyou!" she  squeals, jumping up  and wrapping  her arms and
legs around him,  mashing her  breasts flat against  his chest  as she
kisses him resoundingly.

He meets  my  amused  gaze over  her  shoulder,  shrugging helplessly.
"O.K. Lena, I think you can get down now." he tells her.

As Lena slides to  the floor, Katy calls  out, "Hurry up  and get your
pants off you lot, so we can go inside."

"Forget it, you little voyeur." I tell her, "Scram."

Liam then surprises me by saying, "Take your own advice Geoff.  Unless
you plan on nailing yourself into  her parents bedroom, she's going to
peek.  Besides according to you, she's seen it all before.  Maybe Lena
should be the one to scram."

"Do I have to?"  the mendacious little  minx asks, "I've  never seen a
grown up one before.  I'll let you see mine."



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"You don't have to do that." he says, "But if  we do let you look, you
can't tell anybody, they might get a bit upset."

"No, if  you do  it, I  do it  too." Lena  replies, "You're  right, we
shouldn't let a bit of skin bother us."

Katy follows  this  conversation  wide  eyed  and  grins  wickedly  as
realises that she has managed to start the process of wearing my uncle
down.

I glance at my  uncle and he nods.   Shrugging, I slip  my thumbs into
the top of my shorts and  wait.  Lena too slides  her thumbs under the
waistband of her bikini bottom and Uncle Liam releases the snap at the
top of his shorts, the sound  like a rifle shot  in the tension filled
air.

As if that is a signal, Lena, blushing all the way down to he nipples,
swiftly slips her bottoms  down to her  ankles and steps  out of them.
Standing with her hands together over her mound, she looks directly at
my uncle.

Blushing almost as fiercely as her, he  lowers the zipper of his pants
and halts, looking at me.  Shrugging, I push my shorts off my hips and
let them fall with a wet  slap to the floor.  Lena  turns at the sound
and gasps.  "I thought  it would  be bigger  than that!"  she exclaims
convincingly, staring at my shrivelled member."

Behind her, Liam lets his pants fall and she whirls back.  "Oh, that's
better." she whispers,  staring at his  cock, which  while still limp,
has begun to  fill with  blood, under the  influence of  our forbidden
actions.  Dropping her hands to her sides, she takes a couple of steps
backwards, so that she can look at us both at once.

For Uncle Liam's benefit, I stare  at Lena adolescent pubis, imagining
the tight  little hole  concealed within  the  wine red  folds  of her
prominent inner labia.   Dreaming of running my  fingers over the baby
smooth skin of her plump outer lips and through the small tuft of hair
at the top of her slit.

My thoughts  soon have  the blood  rushing  to my  groin, and  my cock
begins to stir,  swiftly extending and  rising until it  points at the
ceiling.  "Oh  wow!" Katy  cries excitedly,  "Geoff's is  growing like
yours did  last night  Uncle Liam.   Yours  is too.   How  come that's
happening?  Nothing's rubbing it."

"It also happens sometimes, when a man  sees a pretty girl without any
clothes on." he explains haltingly.

"Oh wow!" Lena breaths, "You mean I'm doing  that?  I'm making you get
all stiff like that?"

"Yes, looking at you is  making us get erections."  he answers, "I was
hoping it  wouldn't happen,  but I  guess  it was  too much  expect of
Geoff, and when it happened to him,  I started thinking about things I
shouldn't and it happened to me too."

"What sort of things?" Katy asks.



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At the same time, Lena asks naively, "Does it hurt?"

My uncle chooses  to answer  Lena's question,  saying, "No  it doesn't
hurt, actually  it  feels  pretty  good."  reaching  for  a  towel, he
continues, "Now I think we've all had a good enough look, let's go and
get some clothes on."

"Um, Liam." Lena begins hesitantly.

"Yes." he stops sawing  the towel across  his back and  lets it dangle
from one hand.

"I'm feeling sort of funny down here." she whispers, reaching down and
pulling her inner  labia apart,  "Can you look  and see  if anything's
wrong."

"No!" he half shouts,  causing her to  flinch and jerk  her hands away
from her crotch.  "I'm sorry Lena." he apologises, "You just surprised
me again."

Oh God this is  getting out of hand."  he mutters, then  in a stronger
tone, "There's absolutely nothing  at all wrong with  you, you're just
starting to feel the same way we do when  our penises get hard.  Look,
do you ever masturbate?"

"What's that?" Katy asks from her position beside the door.

"Shit, I forgot  you were  there." he  says, "Masturbation  is rubbing
your penis  or  vulva,  that's  there  between  your  legs."  he waves
vaguely.

"Why do you do that?" Lena ask naively, "Mum says that's dirty."

"Well your mother's wrong." he says, "But let's finish out here and go
inside first, I'll explain while we're getting dressed."

Suiting actions to his  words, he briskly finishes  drying himself and
Lena and I do the same.  Pushing Katy ahead of him, he leads us inside
and into the lounge.

As soon as  we get  there, Katy  squirms away  and asks,  "O.K. what's
mastibashun?"

"Like I  said before,  masturbation is  rubbing yourself  between your
legs.  People do it because it feels good.  And that's why your mother
told you it  was dirty.   She doesn't want  you to find  out about sex
until, you are older.  Which I think  is really silly.  You've started
to have periods haven't you?"

"Um yeah," she says, "but Mum says I'm not supposed to talk about it."

"Hmn, this might be a little more complicated than I thought.  Is your
mother very religious Lena?"

"No not really, but Gran is." she replies. "Why?"

"Because that  explains  a few  things.    O.K. girls  I  want  you to
solemnly promise not to repeat  a single thing I'm  going to say here.


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No trick promises  this time  Katy.  This  one's got  to be  for real,
because if anybody finds out there'll be  hell to pay.  Especially for
Geoff and me, but Lena will  probably cop it plenty  bad and you might
too."

"O.K. we promise not to  say anything." Katy answers  for both of them
and Lena nods.

"O.K." Uncle Liam, takes a deep breath, "What has your mother told you
about your periods Lena?"

"Just that they're  something to  do with having  babies, but  I don't
need to know any more until I get married." she replies truthfully.

"Silly bitch." he mutters,  "Uh, sorry Lena,  but in this  day and age
that's a  pretty stupid  attitude.   O.K.  first things  first; you're
right, your periods are  to do with  having babies.   It's you're body
making your womb ready  for an egg  which you produce  about two weeks
after your period stops.  If  the egg get fertilised  by a mans sperm,
it sticks to  the side  of your womb  and grows  into a  baby.   If it
doesn't you have another period and it starts all over again."

"How does a mans sperm get inside a girl?" Katy asks innocently.

"I'm getting to that." he tells her, "The sperm gets inside when a man
puts his penis in  a woman's vagina,  that's the hole  where the blood
comes out Lena, if you don't know that already."

"This hole?" Katy  asks, lying  down on the  mattress and  pulling her
pussy lips apart.

"Yes that hole." he answers. "Now stop that.   A man puts his penis in
a woman's vagina and moves it  in and out until  his sperm squirts out
and if it's the right time of the month, that's about four days before
and after the egg comes down, it joins with the  egg and a new baby is
started."

"Wouldn't that hurt?"  Lena asks,  "Katy's hole,  uh vagina  is pretty
small and mine isn't much bigger."

"No, a woman's  vagina stretches  a lot, it's  got to,  because that's
where the baby  comes out when  it's ready.   That does  hurt, but sex
usually only hurts  the first  time, because there's  a piece  of skin
inside a girl's vagina that has to be  broken.  Don't bother trying to
show us Katy.  After  that it will only  hurt if you try  to do it too
quick and there's no lubrication."

"What's that?"

"Slippery fluids that are made inside the  vagina when a girl or woman
is aroused,  so that  a man's  penis can  slide easily.   You  can use
artificial  lubricants,  but  unless  there's  some  sort  of  medical
problem, they shouldn't be used, because  if they're needed otherwise,
only the  man's going  to get  any  satisfaction.   The girl  won't be
uncomfortable like if she  was dry, but if  both people aren't getting
good feelings from sex then you shouldn't do it."

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"Because sex is about love and  affection, if a man  or boy just wants
to use you for his own pleasures, then  he's a selfish bastard and you
should piss him of and find somebody who cares.   Boy's you can give a
second chance to, because they aren't very experienced, but if they're
not interested in helping you  to feel good too,  dump them and spread
the word.   It'll keep other  girls from making  a poor  choice and it
might just bring the boy to his senses.

"Now you're still a little  young to think about  having sex yet Lena.
Oh, you're  probably  physically  ready, but  unless  you  get  a very
understanding and gentle lover, it'll probably be a big disappointment
and that just makes it harder the next time.

"In the meantime;  when you're in  private, you can  explore your body
and find out what feels good and what doesn't.  I'll give you a couple
of pointers, your clitoris, that's the little  bump at the top of your
slit, is just about the  most sensitive part of  your body and rubbing
it will probably give you the most pleasure.   But you should start by
softly rubbing all over the outside of  your pussy first, and when you
start to make lubricants use them to  make your clit slippery, by then
it should be getting hard and stiff like our penises did."

"How come Katy's sticks out like that?  And is my pussy my vulva?"

"Yes pussy is just another name for vulva  and there are lots of other
names.  I'm sure Katy can  work them out from all  she's heard over at
the yards.  Her clitoris is  that big because they  come in all shapes
and sizes,  Katy's is  unusually large,  in fact  it's just  about the
biggest one I've ever seen.  Most women's  clits are about the size of
a peanut or a bit smaller."

"How will I know when it's  time to have sex with a  boy?"  Katy asks,
"I mean I'm feeling  sort of tingly  down here." she  rubs absently at
her little pussy, "Sort  of like I want  to piddle, but I  don't.  And
it's getting slippery too.  And my clitty's getting bigger.  And I was
just wondering what it would feel like if you put your penis in me."

My uncle, who  had been  struggling to tell  Katy to  stop her 'idle?'
fondling of her  little slit,  cries out, "Oh  shit!   No Katy!   THAT
would not be  a good idea."   At the  same time, his  prick, which had
almost fully relaxed, snaps to attention  so fast that it almost slaps
his belly, signalling that it thought the idea was great.

"Would you please stop  rubbing yourself and listen  very carefully to
what I say.   I  could get into  enough trouble  just for  telling you
about sex.   If I actually  did it with  you and anybody  found out, I
could go to jail.  And the people in jail do not like men who have sex
with little girls, I could get killed."

"Even if I wanted you to do it?" she asks incredulously.

"Yes, even then,"  he replies,  "because they would  think that  I did
something that made you want it."

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"Nobody!" my  uncle says  forcefully, "You  are way  to young  to even
think about having sex yet.  You should wait until you are at least as
old a Lena, and even then you should wait a  couple of more years.  In
the meantime,  you  can masturbate,  but  do it  when  you  are alone.
O.K.?"

"What did  you  mean about  Mum  being religious?"  Lena  asks,  in an
attempt to divert attention.

Uncle Liam gives her  a grateful look,  and while his  attention is on
her, I give Katy a warning look, she responds with an impudent display
of her tongue, but nods agreement.

"Well religious people  have some really  funny ideas  about sex, that
they get from the bible.   They usually think that  sex should only be
used for having  babies and having  sex for fun  is a sin.   Of course
that means that they think the masturbation is wrong, because the only
reason for masturbating is to feel good.

"Now  although  your   mother  might   not  be  religious   like  your
grandmother, she was taught about sex  by her and although your mother
might know  that  what she  was  taught is  wrong,  she  still doesn't
believe that it's wrong.  Do you understand what I mean?"

"Um, sort of I think." she replies hesitantly, "It's like knowing that
there's nothing wrong  with people  like Jane's  friend Paul,  but you
sort of feel uncomfortable around them anyway."

"Exactly,  that's  a  perfect  example."  he  replies.  "If  you  hear
something often enough, especially when you are young, you believe it,
and you can keep on believing, even when you KNOW it's wrong."

"Now a couple of other things, and these is some of the most important
things, that's why I saved them for last:

First, never have sex with a boy unless he's wearing a condom.  That's
a rubber bag that goes over a penis and catches the sperm.  It'll stop
you getting pregnant, but more importantly,  it will stop you catching
any diseases that he might have.

"So even if you  go on the pill  later, you should still  use a condom
unless you know the boy very  well, and you are the  only one doing it
with him.   If you even  suspect the boy  is having  sex with somebody
else, he wears a condom or he can masturbate.

"Also, if a boy won't take 'no' for an answer, that's rape, it doesn't
matter how nice he is, if he won't stop when  you tell him too, he's a
rapist and you are fully entitled  to do anything you  have to, to get
away from him.

"If you can't  get away, tell  somebody you can  trust as  soon as you
can, don't  stop  to  think  about it,  just  tell  somebody.    If he
threatens to kill you, it doesn't  matter, still tell someone, because
if you don't he's either going to come back  again or he's going to do
it to other people.

"If you keep your mouth shut,  it will really screw  you up inside and
if you find out later  about somebody else he's  hurt, it'll screw you


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up even  further.   If  you  talk about  it,  it will  help  you heal.
Besides, you're better  off taking  the risk  of getting  killed, than
being a slave to scum like  that, and that's what you'd  be if you let
him take control of your life."

"Now, I really  think It's time  that we got  dressed and  on the road
gang, your father's going  to wonder what we  are doing.   Now for all
our sakes, please keep quiet about this.  I won't ask you to lie about
it, if your parents asks you a  direct question tell them everything I
told you.  They'll still probably  be mad at me, but  if you just tell
them I taught you about sex,  the first thing they'll  think is that I
showed you and once they get  that idea in their  heads, you'll have a
damned hard time getting them to listen to the rest."

As he was saying  this, I'd been sorting  through clothes, picking out
underpants for the girls and handing them to them, Katy looked at hers
as if they were something you  might find under a  rock, but she slips
them on anyway.  Once  the first modicum of  modesty has been restored
for the girls, I  leave them to  finish dressing and  find clothes for
myself.

Once we're dressed, we have a quick whip around, Lena and I packing up
the last of  my stuff  up, and stripping  the mattresses  and Katy and
Uncle Liam seeing to the kitchen and banking the fire.

On my way  out the door  with the sheets  and pillowslips,  I grab the
ruined pillow and take them downstairs.   While the washing machine is
filling with  water,  I tip  the  feathers from  the  pillow  into the
composter and dispose of the ruined cover.

Five minutes later we collect  a couple of crowbars  and a bowsaw from
under the house and troop off  down the drive to  where it crosses the
creek.  On the other side is my uncles little  4WD.  A cable runs from
the winch to a tree on  this side of the creek  and my uncle instructs
me and the girls to hold onto it as we cross.

Adventurous soul that she is,  Katy is the first  to make the attempt,
but has to retreat,  as the water swirling  about her thighs threatens
to knock her off her feet.  However she refuses to be left behind, and
insists that I carry  her on my shoulders.   I very  carefully pick my
way across  the creek,  gripping the  cable tightly  under my  arm and
using one of the crowbars as a staff.  Her extra weight actually makes
it easier to maintain my footing.

When I tell my uncle this, he brings  Lena, carrying his jeans and our
footwear across the same  way and after  instructing me on  how to run
the winch, goes  back to  unfasten the cable  and secure  it about his
waist. As he crosses I wind the cable on the drum, keeping just enough
tension to prevent it dragging in the water.

After rinsing the mud from our  feet and drying off  with an old towel
from the car, we slip our footwear on and pile inside. He drives about
five kilometres down the road to  where Lena's father and brothers are
working on a huge ghost gum which completely blocks the road.

"What the hell took you  so long?" Bob Shead  yells, switching off his
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"They did." Uncle  Liam answers, laying  the blame on  us, "They spent
half the night looking at the stars and  they were still asleep when I
got there.    They  fed  me breakfast,  and  then  Katy  wanted  to go
swimming.  A mud fight and another swim and here we are."

"Well now that you're finally here, get to  work over there.  You kids
can help the boys shift what we've already  cut.  Having said this, he
fires up his chainsaw and starts tearing into the tree.

Lena introduces  me to  her brothers,  Gordon and  Jeremy.   Gordon is
about eighteen years old and looks  as strong as an  ox and just about
as bright.   Jeremy  is  about fifteen  and  almost as  strong  as his
brother, if anything, his light burns  even dimmer than his brother's.
Katy watches them heaving at a  large branch for a  while, one of them
working at  each  end with  a  crowbar, even  with  their considerable
strength they are only moving it a few inches at a time.

"Hey, Jeremy you big dummy." Katy calls.

"Yeah Katy?" he blinks amiably.

"Come here and work on the same end as Gordon." she orders.

"Why?"

"Don't worry about that, just do  it." she orders imperiously. "Gordon
wait for Jeremy."

Moving  ponderously,  Jeremy  joins  his   brother  and  under  Katy's
guidance, they set their bars to  the log and heave.   They blink with
surprise when  the end  of the  log lurches  a good  two feet.   After
another four heaves she directs them to the  other end and a couple of
minutes later the branch is clear of the road.

Fortunately, both boys are very amiable  lads, because she bosses them
unmercifully.   Even when  they make  a  mistake and  she  curses them
roundly, they just accept  the abuse calmly  and wait for  her to tell
them where to put the crowbars.

Leaving them to deal with what Bob cuts, Lena  and I join my uncle and
start in  on what  he  has already  cut.   Ten  minutes  later, having
reduced the crown  of tree  to manageable  potions, Liam  takes Lena's
crowbar and Bob takes mine and not very many minutes later the road is
clear.

Moving from tree to tree, we  work our way down  the road, even eating
lunch on the move, and about two o'clock that afternoon, we meet James
and Jane coming the other way.  Working with them is a sleeper cutter,
who with his big chainsaw and  tractor has helped them  to cut an hour
off their best estimate.

After making a show of counting heads  and limbs and hugging all three
of us, Jane  herds us into  their car, kicking  Jimmy out,  to go back
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Chapter 12             - HOMECOMING.



"So were  you girls  good for  Geoff?" Jane  asks, after  letting Katy
chatter on  for ten  minutes or  so  about her  stint as  public works
foreman,  and  how  much  faster  the  Shead  boys  worked  under  her
direction.   Twisting sideways  in her  seat,  Jane looks  back  at us
between the seats.

"Yes Mum."

"Yes Jane."

"Geoff?" Jane raises her eyebrows.

"Well they did make  a bit of a  wallow in the middle  of the lawn." I
answer.

"You helped!" they protest in unison.

"Personal Jinx." I cry, earning thumps in the ribs from both sides.

"Well, that should give us a bit  of peace." James says, laughing when
Katy kicks the back of his seat.

"Geoff," Jane asks, "I meant to ask, what does 'personal' jinx mean?"

"I'm the only one who can break it.  You  can order them about by name
and they still can't talk."

"I think I like that." She grins, "Plan on keeping it up for long?"

"Oh, I  might do  something about  it  about bedtime."  I  say airily.
"Ouch! Tomorrow." Katy pauses  her fist cocked for  another assault on
my ribs.

"What about this wallow?  How did that come about?"

"Oh, We decided to go swimming in  the rain yesterday morning, and the
ground was so  slippery, that  we didn't make  it very  far before the
ground spanked Katy.  We laughed, she threw and the rest is now a fair
start on a vegie patch."

"If that's the worst  you managed to  do, I'm more  than pleased." she
laughed. "Nothing else not covered by our insurance?"


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"I kicked Katy's boots off the steps in my  hurry to get up before the
rain started.  Oh, and  I owe you a  pillow.  Lena and  I had a pillow
fight.  Mine lost." I reply.

Forget it," she tells me, "that's cheap babysiting."

"You know, you just unjinxed me, don't you Geoff?" Lena says.

"Of course." I reply as if I'd done it deliberately.

"Hey you did me too!" Katy cries, suddenly realising that she's wasted
thirty seconds  in  which she  could  have been  telling  me  what she
thought of me.

"You know all of those things, I said about you yesterday Geoff?" Katy
begins conversationally, "Well consider them said again."

"Huh, what's this?" James  says, tilting his rear  view mirror so that
he can look at his daughter, "Have you been swearing again?"

"Not so as you'd notice." I reply with a laugh, "Though she did manage
to very  thoroughly  curse  me  and  four  generations  of  my family,
including one  that I  haven't had  a chance  to start  yet.   But she
didn't swear.  She  does need to spend  more time at  the cattle yards
though, she begins to repeat herself after only five minutes."

"Katy!" Jane exclaims in shocked tones, "I hope Geoff tanned your hide
good and proper."

"Nope." she replies impudently.

"Why not?" Jane asks me.

"I was too busy  taking notes." I reply,  and both James  and his wife
laugh.  "Besides, she  didn't really mean  it, she was  just trying to
shock me into talking when she had us jinxed."

"Well I'm glad she  wasn't really naughty."  Jane says, "She  can be a
real handful at times."

"He wouldn't  let me  be naughty."  Katy declares  aggrievedly, "Every
time I even thought about it, he threatened me with the hair brush."

"A little outside the  charter," Jane muses, "but  the thought of five
good ones with the back of a hairbrush, always did keep me in line."

"The other side Mum!" Katy says.

"Oh?" Jane says ominously.

"Yeah well, I wouldn't have actually used  it." I say, "But Mum's done
it to me a couple of times, when I pushed her so far she didn't bother
to check which side she was swinging at my  legs.  After that, all she
had to say was:  'You'll feel the rough  side of the  hairbrush if you
keep that up.' And after Katy stepped on it.  Well?"




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"I can imagine."  Jane says, "THAT  would have kept  Charles Manson in
line."

After that, the conversation turns to how we kept ourselves amused, so
I sit back  and listen  to how creative  Katy can  be.   Amazingly she
manages to avoid any outright lies, and I silently applaud my protege.

As Katy winds down, James turns  into their drive and  comes to a halt
behind my uncle a minute later. "O.K. looks like it's shanks pony from
here." he  announces.   "As soon  as  the 'dry'  comes we  concrete it
Jane."

"Yes dear." She replies in the  tones of a wife  who has heard similar
promises before. "Take some  groceries with you."   Turning to us, she
adds, "You too."

"Yes Mum." Katy returns, perfectly mimicking her mother's tones.

We all load  up, carting  the entire carload  of groceries  across the
creek in two trips.   Jane sends Katy  up to the house  to send Jimmy,
who had bolted as soon as  my uncle had come to a  halt, back with the
wheelbarrow.  We  meet him  about halfway  to the  house, but  when he
reaches for the bags  we are carrying,  my uncle informs  him that his
load is still at the creek.

Muttering under his breath, he passes us  and five minutes later he is
still muttering as  he makes  three trips up  and down  the stairs and
heads back for towards the creek.

"You didn't have to do the washing." Jane says to me, as she hands out
tea and bickies in the lounge.

"We didn't  have  much choice,  if  we wanted  dry  towels."  I reply,
turning a stern look on the girls.

"Really, what bits did Katy leave out?" she asks.

"Just the water fight  these two had in  the bathroom."   I say, "They
had a bubble  bath and by  the time they  were finished  the floor was
awash, when I went  to put a stop  to it, the place  was ankle deep in
suds."  There, all basically true  statements, admittedly amounting to
a major distortion  of the  truth, but true  all the  same. (Beat that
Katy.) "Did you know boobs float?" I add with a direct look at Lena.

"Geoff!" she screams, turning bright crimson.

"As a matter of fact, yes I did." Jane answers dryly over James and my
uncle's chuckles.

Just then,  Jimmy  enters the  room  and throws  himself  down  on the
mattress.

"O.K. that's just about enough of  that young man." Jane says sternly,
"you've been  sulking  since  I  made  you  apologise  to  that family
sleeping next to us, and I'm just about sick of it."

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"Jimmy!" James thunders, rising from his chair.

"No James, I'll handle this." Jane  gently but firmly, eases her livid
husband back into  his chair.   "Those  'dumb coons',  as you  put it,
Jimmy leave you for dead.  Both of those  kids you insulted are a year
ahead of their  age in  school, their  father is  a full  professor at
Capricornia University  and their  mother is  an  associate professor.
Hows that for 'dumb coons'?"

"Yeah abo  studies."  he says,  still  refusing to  accept  that these
people might be anything but his social inferiors.

"Yes he lectures  in Aboriginal  studies and  comparative anthropology
and Neolithic  culture  too.    His  wife  takes  English  and  French
literature." Jane tells him coldly, "And if I hear one more derogatory
remark like  that you'll  be feeling  the rough  side of  a hairbrush.
Thanks Geoff and you can thank your mother too."

She turns  back to  her scowling  son, "People  who think  like you're
thinking now, nearly got me killed.  And those same sort of people are
the ones who kidnapped  Mr and Mrs  Nangedera and shipped  them off to
England, to  work  like slaves.    They were  lucky  though  they were
adopted by a French couple and  were given a chance to  go to the most
prestigious university in France.

"Because of attitudes  like yours, they  wouldn't have  stood a chance
here, because when they entered university  over there, our government
was still treating their people  like cattle.  You  know what a census
is?  Well under the question,  'How many cows do  you have?' there was
one that asked, 'How many aboriginals?'"

"I don't have to listen to this." he half shouts, rising to storm from
the room."

"Take one more step boy and I'll  be the one swinging that hairbrush."
James rumbles ominously.  "Now sit down,  shut up and  listen."  Jimmy
thumps back to the mattress, glowering murderously.

"Now I'm going to tell you a true story  and you are going to listen."
Jane tells him.

"Is that wise Jane?" James asks, glancing from Lena to my uncle to me,
"I assume this is THAT story."

"Yes it is, I've already told Geoff part of it and I said I'd tell him
the rest.  I'm pretty sure we can  trust them, besides, Dad's dead and
any attempt at prosecuting Mum would  stir up so much media attention,
that the pope himself would shit.  I didn't actually intend to tell it
today, but the way this bigot I gave birth  to is acting has forced my
hand.  And I'm damned tempted to go back to his old school and tell it
there too."

"You're right dear, he needs to be told." James agrees.

"O.K. Jimmy,  people, This  happened back  when I  was a  little girl,
younger than Katy is now.  My father owned  a cattle station up in the
Territory and  some people  from a  mission station  came to  buy some
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"One of these  people was  a church  minister and  he asked  my father
where the local tribe of aboriginals was  camped so that he could tell
them about  God.   Well at  the  time Dad  was pretty  religious, even
though he went to a different church, so he told the minister where to
go.

"The minister  went off  to see  the  Aboriginals and  Dad  helped the
driver load the  cattle on  the truck.   When the  minister came back,
they drove off  and Mum and  Dad thought that  would be  the last that
they would see of them.

"But instead of going back to the mission, they drove out of sight and
then they took the truck to a place  about a mile from the aboriginals
camp and waited till  the men went off  hunting the next  morning.  As
soon as the men were gone and there was  nobody left but the women and
old men.  They then went to the swimming hole where all the kids were.

"The minister had  found out  where it was  the day  before, by saying
that it was  very important  that the children  had a  chance to learn
about God and got somebody to take him there.  He told all of the kids
all of these  really pretty  stories and how  people who  let him lead
them to God would get all of these great rewards.

"This time, when he turned up, he gave everybody lollies and told them
that he and  his friend  were there to  lead them  to God.   Everybody
wanted to go with him, but the oldest girl  said she had to tell their
mother's where they were going first, because she was in charge.

"Well, suddenly  these  nice  men, turned  into  bad  men  and marched
everybody at gunpoint to the truck and forced them inside.  I was with
those children, like I was  nearly every day, and  because I wanted to
be like my  friends, I didn't  wearing any clothes  and my  tan was so
dark I looked like one of them.

"I tried to tell  them who I was,  but they just thought  I was one of
the station owner's bastard half-breed children  and laughed at me and
threw me in the back of the truck with the other kids.

"Luckily, they  drove  past Dad,  who  was fixing  a  fence  nearby, I
screamed out to him and he heard me.  He ran back to the homestead and
got the truck and came after us.  He caught up about twenty miles down
the road.

"The minister  thought  he wanted  to  tell them  something  about the
cattle they'd bought, so they pulled over for  him and got out to talk
to him in front of the truck.

"When he asked about  us kids, they  just smiled sweetly  and told Dad
that they were taking us back with  them to the mission station, where
they were going to give us a  good Christian education and civilise us
heathens.  Dad  told them  they had his  daughter in  the back  of the
truck and they  said something  like he should  leave the  gins alone,
(Authors note: a gin is  the pidgin term for  an aboriginal woman.) as
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"Dad started to  get mad  and told them  to hand  us kids  over to him
immediately and the minister said something  like 'Keep your shirt on,
if you really want a kid to poke, We'll sell you one.'

"Well that was the last straw for Dad,  because the next thing I heard
was his revolver going off, over and over,  and a few seconds later he
came around to where we were.

"Those damned mealy mouth hypocrites had us jammed in behind a gate on
the bottom deck of their cattle truck, right up the front where it was
hottest and  there  was no  wind.   After  all,  as far  as  they were
concerned, the  cattle  were  more  valuable  than  we  were,  so they
naturally got the most air.   I think the youngest one  of us was less
than a year old and the eldest was her mother, who was about fourteen.

"The place they were  taking us to  was about five  hundred miles away
and the trip would probably have  killed half a dozen  of us, the baby
might have survived but her mother would have killed herself providing
the milk to do it.

"These people who called themselves men of God, were slavers plain and
simple.  At the mission we would have  been used and trained as menial
servants, while  they  beat  a few  pious  words  into  our  head with
stockwhips.  But of  course to them,  anything done in  God's name was
all right.

"I later found out that many of the girl  children that made it to and
through that  particular  mission  station, got  'nice'  homes  in the
church's rectories in other  states, where they were  expected to keep
the church and rectory clean for  the privilege of eating table scraps
in the scullery.  The boys were kept  on the station or other stations
just like it and were expected to do all of the heavy work.

"Half of girls who went out to the rectories ended up pregnant and got
sent back to the  missions, where they were  beaten senseless everyday
for getting pregnant  and disgracing  themselves (As  if they  had any
choice in the matter.)  and their babies were  sent off to orphanages,
where if they  were lucky  and not too  black, they  might be adopted.
Otherwise they got  some very  basic schooling  and training  and when
they turned sixteen they were chucked out to try and get a job.

"Anyway Dad told us all to get out of the truck, gave us his water bag
and the water bag from the  cattle truck and told  us to start walking
back down the road  towards the station and  not to look back.   A few
minutes later we heard his truck  start up and drive  off in the other
direction.  Twenty minutes after that, he came up behind us and we all
got on the tray,  except for the baby  and her mother, who  got in the
front with Dad.

"When we got back to the homestead, Mum came out onto the verandah and
asked Dad why he'd  taken off like that.   Then she saw  us and nearly
had a fit.   We were covered from  head to foot in  snot, cow shit and
piss.  Dad told her part of what happened and she just started hugging
and kissing each and  every one of us.   By the time  she was finished
she was nearly as filthy as we were.

"Dad sent us off to the stockmen's quarters, with the native women who
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while he talked  to her and  half a dozen  of the  hunters, who'd come
back and come  over to see  if the kids  had come back  to the station
house with me.

"By the time we  were clean, everybody had  disappeared except for one
old woman who'd come from the  camp to collect us kids.   Mum came and
got me about three hours later  and I didn't see Dad  until I got back
from the waterhole the next day.

"Two days later, the troopers turned  up and started asking questions.
Dad just acted stupid and  said he'd never seen  the missionaries.  He
showed them the cattle he still had in the yards and said he'd have to
turn them  out, as  they were  loosing condition  and if  these people
couldn't turn up  when they  said they  would, he  wasn't going  to do
business with them again.

"About a week  after that, we  heard the story  that the  men from the
mission had somehow or  other turned onto the  wrong road, their truck
had broken down  and they'd  wandered off into  the desert.   They had
black trackers out  looking for them,  but all that  they'd managed to
find so far was their water bag.  A week after that, it was written of
as just another couple of  idiots who didn't know  enough to stay with
their vehicle when it broke down."

"Jesus Jane," My uncle breaths, "I knew things were bad for the blacks
on those stations, but that's bloody barbaric."

"Yes, well that  station was one  of the worst,  but even  the best of
them became hell holes  within a few of  years of their establishment.
Some idealistic young couple would usually establish a mission station
somewhere for their church and after a while the church would use them
as a  place  to  dump  people  who  were  starting  to  cause  a stink
elsewhere.  The young couple who started  it all would either move on,
or sometimes become as depraved as the scum who joined them.

"Why is  it  that any  large  organisation moves  it's  trouble makers
instead of getting rid of them?" she muses.

"Probably because it's afraid of airing it's dirty laundry in public."
I say, "After all  it tarnishes ones  image to admit  that you've been
harbouring criminals of the worst kind.   Generally they've been up to
no good for quite  some time before somebody  important enough to take
seriously complains and  by then,  it might just  come out  that these
people's activities have  been known to  the hierarchy  for some time.
Much better to just move them and keep an eye on them so that they can
be moved again,  before somebody else  complains.   And eventually, if
they are a big enough embarrassment, shuttle  them off to a place like
these mission stations, where the public doesn't give a shit about the
people they abuse."

"You're right about that Geoff," James  rumbles, "after all what are a
few lives ruined, when compared to the bottom line.  And churches make
it even worse, because by their way of thinking the soul of the abuser
is more important to them than  the lives of their victims, especially
if those lives belong  to a few  godless heathens and  even if they're
not, well it's  their souls that  are important and  suffering is good
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"That's stupid,"  Jimmy  says heatedly,  "If  you keep  on  doing evil
things to me, well I'd start doing them back or to other people weaker
than me."

"Exactly, the only  suffering that's good  for you is  the sort that's
imposed with a  positive goal  for the person  doing the  suffering in
mind.  Like exercise; if you are just trying to keep yourself fit, you
stop when it starts to hurt, but if you are  trying to be the best you
can be, then you push yourself until it really hurts.

"However if somebody  else is the  one that's doing  the pushing, well
they'll never really achieve their goal,  you'll be faster or stronger
but you won't be the best you can be.  That's why we're talking to you
instead of whaling the tar out of you like you deserve."

"Well why do you kit me when I do something wrong?" Jimmy asks.

"Because, you  already  know  that it's  wrong,  the  punishment  is a
reminder.  Think about  it for a  minute; haven't we  always made sure
you understood  why you  were being  punished, and  that you  felt you
deserved the punishment before you got it?"

"Most of the time," Jimmy answers,  then grins, "except when I've been
really asking for it."

James grins back, "Yeah, well you already know had it coming, you were
just trying to establish when.  Right?"

"Uh, right."

"So until  you  know  and  I  mean  really  know  something  is wrong,
punishment  is  a  waste   of  time.    You've   been  believing  that
Aboriginals, and probably Asians  and anyone else who  isn't white and
pretty much like you, are not as good as you.  Until you stop thinking
like that no amount of punishment is going to do any real good.

"Now, do you understand what your mother has been trying to tell you?"

"I think so, I shouldn't think that  people are worse than me, because
when I think  like that, I  think I can  do whatever I  like to them."
Jimmy answers.

"Close," his mother says, "Do you want to have a go at it Lena?"

"When you start thinking  like that you stop  seeing people as people,
you start thinking  'us' and 'them'  and when you  do that  you can do
whatever you like." She says.

"Excellent, do you want to have a go  at finishing it off Geoff?" Jane
turns to me.

"When you  start thinking  us and  them,  it usually  starts  out with
little things like name calling and then you start pushing them out of
the way or  taking what  should be theirs.   After  a while  you start
taking what they  already have and  beating them  up, until eventually
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"And one of the worst things  about thinking us and  them, is that you
keep adding more  people to that  list called 'them'  until it doesn't
matter who gets in your way, friends, family, anybody who isn't you.

"It's a very easy  way to think,  because it's not  really thinking at
all, once the idea's  in your head, you  don't have to  reason out why
you don't like somebody and you can  get straight down to getting your
own way.  If you have to hate somebody,  have a damned good reason for
hating them.

"There's a very simple rule that you can follow: Do as you please, but
try not to  hurt other people  doing it.   All of the  other rules are
there to deal with people who break that rule.

"Bravo." Jane applauds, "So Jimmy, are you ready to change the way you
think about other people?  Especially  the people who were my constant
companions for most of the first twenty years of my life."

"No." he answers and waits until all eyes  are turned on him in shock.
"I already  changed it,  back when  you told  us about  Grampa killing
those arseholes.  It's just everybody at school talked like that and I
started to too,  I tried so  hard to fit  in, that I  forgot all those
stories you used to tell us about going walkabout and everything."

"Well think  about  the sort  of  friends that  you  want,"  Jane says
seriously, "you'll be going  to high school  with Lena this  year.  Do
you really want to be with the crowd that is so unsure of itself, that
the people in it, have to keep on reminding themselves how much better
than everybody else they are?"

"Now who's  for  a swim?"  she  says, letting  the  subject  drop, "We
haven't had  a  bath in  nearly  three days  and  you four  are  a bit
fragrant yourselves."

Before her  mother  has  finished  talking,  Katy  is  tearing  at her
clothes, quickly stripping down to her undies.  Jimmy too, is quick to
loose his T-shirt and he and  his sister are out  the door and heading
across the grass before the rest of us have begun to move.

As Jane and James head for their bedroom, Lena,  my uncle and I go out
onto the verandah.   Surprisingly, Lena just drops  her shorts and the
jocks she is wearing in front  of us and slips  on her bikini bottoms.
Then after giving us a  cheeky waggle of her  bottom, that matches her
grin, she skips down the stairs and  with her long legs flashing, runs
down to the dam.

Uncle Liam and  I exchange startled  glances, then pick  up our shorts
and head for  the bathroom.   Silently,  we change  and meet  Jane and
James as they come out of the house.

Seeing the shorts and jocks on the deck, Jane simply picks them up and
drapes them  over  the rail,  as  if  finding the  like  was  a common
occurrence.   Though she  does comment  on  the damp  state  of Katy's
nightshirt and raises her  eyebrows at the skimpy  knickers that she'd
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"Oh, I  said  something she  found  hilarious and  by  the  time she'd
finished blowing  oatmeal out  of her  nose, she  decided it  needed a
wash." Uncle Liam explains.

"Oh."

By the time we arrive at  the dam, the kids are involved  in a game of
underwater tag that they immediately break off, rushing us as we enter
the water.

"Torpedo!" Katy yells, tugging on my left hand.

"Back flips!" is  Lena's choice  as she  quite deliberately  knocks my
uncle flying.  Fortunately for his well being her T-shirt this time is
a dark navy blue,  and while it clings  and outlines the  shape of her
firm young breasts, at leat it is opaque.

"Well Jimmy?" his father asks.

"Back flips Dad." he replies.

Jane has  swum  over to  what  remains  of the  island  and  is gently
untangling debris from around the few remaining plants and straitening
bent stems, sighing at the damage that the  storm has wrought.  As she
steps up into the  hole left by the  roots of the willow  tree, I note
that the thin  cotton shirt she  is wearing clearly  outlines, a small
potbelly and  large, slightly  sagging breasts  topped by  dark areola
nearly three inches in diameter.  Below her shirt I get a glimpse of a
dense mat of dark hair behind knickers at least as sheer as those worn
by Katy that morning.

A tug on  my hand, draws  my attention back  to Katy,  who is grinning
like a maniac, her gaze flick briefly to her mother and back to me and
she gives me a very deliberate wink.  Winking back, I hold out my hand
and let her get  into position for  a torpedo, then  send her skimming
across the water, burbling  with delight.

Two torpedos and half a dozen  cannonballs later, she decides that she
want's to dive from my shoulders.   I take up  my assigned position on
the platform and allow her to  step into my hand and  from there to my
shoulders.  This  time as  her pussy passes  my nose,  I see  only the
merest hint  of  shape  beneath  the  slightly  baggy,  canary  yellow
knickers I'd picked out for her earlier.

She steadies herself for a few  seconds on my shoulders, then launches
herself almost vertically, slicing cleanly into  the water only inches
from the edge of  the platform and leaving  her knickers floating just
below the surface.   A couple of  seconds later, she  emerges from the
water with them draped over her head.

Grinning at having found  a way to  overcome my attempt  to thwart her
exhibitionistic tendencies,  she grabs  the edge  of the  platform and
pushes of  from the  pole.   She skims  across the  surface for  a few
metres, showing me her plump little mound.  Then as her knickers begin
to slide from her head she grabs them and ducks below the surface.

As she strokes back towards me, her little bottom is once more encased
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than the designers had intended.  I try to frown  at her as I haul her
up onto the platform,  but her cheeky  grin is too  infectious and I'm
helpless to prevent  the corners  of my mouth  quirking upwards  in an
answering smile.   And  when  she lifts  her  foot to  my  shoulder, I
discover that  she has  another surprise  for me.   The  brazen little
exhibitionist has slipped the  leg band of her  undies into the crease
between her pussy lips.

Gulping a little, I look down and away, haunted by her teasing giggle.
Again, as  she  knifes into  the  water, she  contrives  to  loose her
knickers, but this time they are  not so well behaved  as to remain on
the surface and  she thrashes about  in the water  for several seconds
before she finds them.

She answers my teasing grin, by throwing the  wet cloth in my face and
in revenge, I drape  them over the top  of the pole and  dive into the
water, tagging her  on the way  past.  "Your  it." I tell  her, when I
rise to the surface.

Jimmy  and  Lena  immediately   abandon  their  respective  launchers,
allowing my uncle and James to join Jane  and settle back into the sun
warmed water filling the  hollow in the  centre of the  island.  Their
murmuring conversation seems to blend into  the quiet hum of the bush,
but it is not  very long before the  shrieks and laughter  of Katy and
Jimmy fill the  air, and  even Lena soon  looses consciousness  of her
advanced years,  her  voice rising  shrilly  as Katy  gooses  her from
below.

A few minutes later, Jane calls out  to her daughter, "Katy, just what
are your knickers doing up there?"

"Geoff put them there." Katy answers with a giggle.

"She threw them in my face." I say defensively.

"Oh  that's  all  right  then."  Jane  says  and  turns  back  to  her
conversation.

"I poke my tongue out at her and say, "You're still it."  She comes at
me beneath the surface and I dive deep into the freezing bottom waters
of the dam, coming up behind her and swimming away.

Abandoning me, she goes  after her brother, who  has drifted too close
to her and rises to the  surface, with a victorious  shout.  She swims
off towards Lena, who  bobs up and  down near the  diving platform and
after giving her  the mandatory five  seconds head  start, Jimmy dives
towards them.

Suddenly the  girls  start squabbling  over  which one  of  them Jimmy
tagged first and a  moment later Katy emerges  from the fray, swinging
Lena's T-shirt victoriously over her head.  As a red faced Lena lunges
at her, she takes  careful aim and  the T-shirt joins  her knickers on
top of the pole.

Lena dives on a madly giggling Katy to extract her revenge, but when a
moment later she attempt  a mad one  armed dash for  escape, I realise
that Katy has gone for her bikini  bottoms and before I can intervene,
she comes up  twirling them  on a finger.   Then  just as  a furiously


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blushing Lena reaches  for them,  she flicks them  onto the  dam bank,
just far enough from the water's edge that Lena would have to show all
to retrieve them.

Deciding that  discretion is  the better  part of  valour, I  join the
other adults in their warm hollow.   Together we watch in amusement as
Jimmy cheerfully ignores all of Lena's  entreaties for him to get them
back for her.   A  moment later his  grin disappears,  as she  an Katy
exchange looks and advance on him.

He frantically backpedals for  a few metres then  realises that he has
now trapped himself in  shallow water and greatly  reduced his chances
of escape.  A moment later  his chances are reduced  to zero as Lena's
feet touch bottom and  his eyes lock  on her wobbling  breasts as they
emerge from the water.

Blushing, she continues her advance and pounces on him, pinning him in
the shallows.  She says something to  him that makes him stops kicking
his legs  and  he submissively  allows  Katy to  pull  his  shorts and
underwear from his  hips.  Waving  them triumphantly,  she heaves them
onto the bank.

"Somehow or other I don't think we're going to  see much in the way of
swimwear around here  after this."  James notes with  a grin  a minute
later, as  the  three  children  return  to  their  game,  now totally
unconcerned by their lack of attire.

"Come on Geoff." Lena calls with a wicked  grin as she swims past, the
white flash of her bottom just visible beneath the surface.

"Yeah, come on Geoff." Katy chimes in as I shake my head.

"Uh-uh," I say, "I like my pants just where they are."

"Chicken." Jane taunts me.

"I will if you will." I throw back at her.

"What join in or take my clothes off?" she teases.

"Either." I return, wondering just how far she is prepared to take it.

A moment later I  find out, as she  begins to unfasten  the buttons of
her shirt.  "Well?"

I turn  my  eyes  to James  for  guidance,  but he  just  grins  at my
discomfort and starts talking  to my uncle about  concreting the creek
bed where their driveway crosses it.  'Well if he wants it like that.'
I think, 'So be it.'

I lift my hips and slip my shorts and jocks down my legs and hold them
up for Jane to see.  She just shrugs  her shirt from her shoulders and
while I am distracted, she  snatches my pants from  my hand and throws
them onto the grass and a moment later tosses her knickers on top.

"Well?" she asks, drawing her shoulders back and facing me squarely.

"You were wrong Jane." I say, "You're still worth a second glance."


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"What, even with that to  compete with?" she asks  waving at Lena, who
is preparing to dive from the platform.

"Well  maybe  not,"  I  answer,  "but  you  don't  have  brothers  who
straighten crowbars across the back of their necks."

"Point taken." she laughs, she then turns to her husband and my uncle,
" Well you two, ready to shed a few years and join the kids?"

James is the first  to toss his shorts  on top of the  growing pile on
the bank and with a muttered "Oh hell!" my uncle's soon follow.

It is only when Jane stands  up and steps over the  rim of the crater,
that the kids notice the pile of clothing on the bank and swim over to
line up a few feet away grinning like  madmen, waiting to see who will
be the first of the menfolk to break.

The tension, brings a stirring to my groin and I decide to move before
I dare not.   'Dignity.'  I think, rising  without haste  and stepping
after Jane, who regards me approvingly from her position at the end of
the line.  I take up station at the other  end of the line beside Katy
and turn just in time to watch Uncle Liam scuttle over the rim, to the
tune of the kid's giggles.

James waits, showmanlike, for my uncle to plunge into the water before
moving.  On the other side of Katy,  Lena gasps at the impressive slab
of meat that  swings between his  legs, its  circumcised head brushing
his thigh  well  below  the  level  of  his  pendulous  balls.    As I
involuntarily look towards  the source  of the  sound, Katy  turns her
head towards me and very deliberately licks her lips.

She then  pokes  me in  the  chest and  squeals,  "You're  it!" before
leading the scattering pack away from  me.  I give  them a few seconds
to disperse then plunge  beneath the surface, heading  after Jane as I
figure that she'll  be the easiest  to catch.   Surprisingly she shows
considerable agility in  the water and  when I return  to the surface,
she is quite some distance away.

Jimmy however, is  not so  lucky and  once again,  he lets  himself be
cornered on the  far side  of the dam.   The  game goes  on for  a few
minutes longer, but it soon becomes  obvious, that with so many people
in the water the game is  too easy.  As  an alternative, Katy suggests
tilting at each other on the pole running  from the bank to the diving
platform.

We quickly establish the  rules of engagement, deciding  that Katy and
Jimmy should lead off the tournament and the winner of each engagement
should take on  the next  oldest in line.   I'm  unsurprised when Katy
quickly polishes off her  brother.  Grabbing his  right arm, she pulls
him towards herself then applies pressure to the outside of his elbow,
forcing him to unlock his legs and fall away from her.

The match with Lena  is however much closer  and I enjoy  the sight of
her violently bobbling breasts for quite some time before Katy manages
to shift Lena's  centre of  gravity enough to  overbalance her.   Lena
does drag Katy down with her but Katy is declared the victor and it is
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Feeling confident, I straddle the  pole near the bank  and work my way
out along it.  But by the time I make  it into position, I'm feeling a
little less sure of myself, as  the surface of the  dry old timber has
been worn smooth as glass by the passage of many  feet.  It also has a
slightly greasy texture, brought about by a thin film of algae growing
on the timber.

My stay on the log is  even briefer than Jimmy's was.   As I extend my
arms to grapple with Katy, she  grabs the wrist of  one in both hands,
locks her legs about  the log and falls  off.  The next  thing I know,
I'm bobbing in the water and Katy  is hanging with her head submerged,
but less  than ten  seconds later,  she  is back  astride the  log and
waiting for my uncle.

Him, she psychs out.   Arching her back,  she appears to  be trying to
hook his legs  with her  foot, but is  actually reaching  for his eyes
with her upthrust pussy.  He falls from the log before contact is even
made.

Finally it is her father's turn, Jane having declined her turn, saying
that her boobs make her too top heavy for this sort of thing.  At last
Katy has met her match; James a veteran of many such battles, uses his
greater height and reach to simply pluck her  off the log and drop her
in the water.

However his stay on the log is brief.  As he shakes his hands over his
head in self congratulation,  Jane grabs an  ankle and unceremoniously
dumps him in the water.

Next comes jousting, on the shelf of mud, which runs along the side of
the dam  furthest from  the  house.   Again  Jane sits  this  one out,
electing to judge the contest and  ensure that no fouls are committed.
Jimmy teams up with his father, Katy with me and Lena with my uncle as
her steed.

First up, Katy and I square off against Lena  and my uncle, and we win
when we get  between them and  the bank and  force Uncle  Liam to step
back off the edge of the shelf.  She again wins against her father and
brother, unseating  Jimmy in  exactly the  same  fashion that  she had
forced him from the pole.

But that is her last win, as this time when we square off against Lena
and Uncle Liam, they refuse to  be pushed far enough  from the bank to
allow us inside  them and  the girls grapple,  rocking back  and forth
seeking that little  extra bit  of purchase, that  will allow  them to
topple their opponent.  Katy soon  becomes distracted by her prominent
clit rubbing against the back of my neck and as her coordination goes,
Lena quickly unseats her.

Then when  she  and  Jimmy  face  off,  he  allows  himself  to become
distracted by her  bobbing breasts.   He misses  his grapple  and Lena
quickly pushes him off his father's  shoulders.  Katy, already aroused
by  their  previous   encounter,  begins   this  bout  at   a  serious
disadvantage, and within seconds  Lena has the  strength draining from
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The final bout between, Lena and  Jimmy turns out to  be a no contest.
Lena shimmies violently, shaking her firm  young breasts at him and he
literally throws himself from his fathers  shoulders, his crimson face
as he surfaces a clear indicator,  that his abrupt dismount had arisen
from a desire to hide his growing erection from his father.

Jane upholds his protest against Lena's techniques, declaring that she
had used unauthorised weaponry and awards the  point to him.  And with
a quizzical look at  Katy, which indicates that  she at least suspects
the reason  for  her  uncharacteristic  clumsiness,  she  declares the
contest over. Final score: Lena three, Katy two and Jimmy one.

James then blots  his copybook by  jokingly saying,  "Maybe you should
have allowed Lena's methods, because that way,  when you and I took on
Geoff and Liam you could have just beaten him senseless."

"If you think I'm going to get up on your shoulders after a crack like
that," she begins,  her voice barely  audible over  the kids laughter.
However she  doesn't  stay mad  for  long,  and as  Uncle  Liam  and I
diplomatically turn our tails  and run, her throaty  chuckles join the
children's.

"Oh, you cowards," Jane calls after us, still chuckling, "you can come
back now."

"Are you sure?" I ask, "I wouldn't want cauliflower ears."

"Well I might give  you a fat lip,  but yeah you're safe.   Actually I
think it's about time we got out, I'm getting witches feet," she picks
up one foot,  showing us  it's wrinkled sole.  "and I  think we really
should get Lena's tits out of the sun before they get any redder."

We all look at the aforementioned features; where the once white skin,
has taken on a distinct rosy glow, unconnected with the flush, brought
on by our attention, that descends from her cheeks.

Jane sends Lena up to the house and me  to collect the knickers and T-
shirt from the top of the pole as  the others move about the perimeter
of the dam collecting various articles of clothing and rinsing them in
the water.  Then  carrying our wet clothes,  we follow Lena  up to the
house, stopping along the way while  Jane pulls a sawtoothed leaf from
a cactus like plant. Shaking her head,  she sighs at the storm wrought
devastation of her garden beds.

As we near the  steps, Katy looks speculatively  at the rapidly drying
mud pit,  but  a  warning  growl from  James  is  enough  to  send her
scurrying ahead of  us up the  stairs. When the  rest of  us reach the
verandah, we find Lena gingerly patting  at her sunburned breasts with
a towel, her face grimacing at the pain.

"Here Lena, this should  fix your problem." Jane  says, holding up the
cactus leaf.

"What are going to do, chop them off?" Lena asks, smiling wanly at her
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"No silly," Jane replies, "it's aloe  vera, I'll squeeze the juice out
for you  and  you  can rub  it  in.   It  should  stop  the  skin from
blistering."

With towels  wrapped  sarong  style about  our  waists,  we  all troop
inside.  Lena and Jane stay in the kitchen  to attend to her hurts and
the rest of us move through to the lounge.   When Katy and Jimmy begin
to fight over  the single available  seat on the  couch, James settles
the matter by ordering them to behave and sit on the mattress.

A few minutes later Jane and Lena come in carrying beer for the adults
and softdrinks for the  kids.  Lena's bare  breasts glisten wetly from
the coating of cactus juice and  from her expression, she is obviously
in considerably less  distress than  she had been  only a  few minutes
earlier.

As Jane returns  to the  kitchen, Lena drops  to the  couch between my
uncle and myself and Katy and her brother turn towards us to talk with
Lena.  As  they talk,  Katy lifts her  bum clear  of the  mattress and
pulls her towel from  around her waist.   Then sitting tailor fashion,
she begins to  dry her  hair, at  one point  concealing her  face from
Uncle Liam with the towel and winking at me and Lena.

She too is having fun, occasionally  crossing and uncrossing her legs,
giving poor Jimmy the impression that her towel might just slip enough
to give him a glimpse of what it hides.  By the time Jane returns with
a  couple  of   bowls  full   of  savoury   biscuits,  he   is  rather
unsuccessfully trying  to hide  a hardon,  brought  about by  his mind
filling in details of what his eyes can't quite see.

A moment  later,  Katy  drops the  towel  and  picks  up  a hairbrush.
Handing it to  me, she  plunks herself down  in my  lap with  her legs
outside mine.  As I go to work on Katy's long wheaten hair, Lena picks
up the towel  and roughly  scrubs the moisture  from her  curls.  Then
taking up the other brush, she  forces my startled uncle's knees apart
and sits on the floor between.

"I  thought  you  hated  brushing  hair."   he  says  to  me,  patting
ineffectually at Lena's riot of curls.

"No, actually I love it, "I  answer, "but Mum makes a  chore of it and
that, I don't like at all."

"Here," Lena grasps his wrist and pulls the brush into her hair, "Like
this."

As my  uncle, begins  to brush  Lena's hair  with more  confidence and
authority, she presses  her head into  his strokes,  arching her back,
and pulling her knees  up, until Jimmy abruptly  turns away and throws
himself onto  his belly  with a  groan.   Jane  chuckles at  her son's
discomfiture, causing him  to blush  and let  out a  strangled, "Mum!"
This only causes her to laugh harder and the rest of us to join in.

Having embarrassed Jimmy enough,  our conversation turns  to the storm
and the damage  that it wrought  in town.   As we talk,  I continue to
brush Katy's hair,  enjoying it's  silken caress as  I run  my fingers
through it.  Finally though, it  is so dry, that  it begins to crackle
with electricity and stands out from her head in a diaphanous cloud.


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Katy takes the  brush from me  and puts it  on the  coffee table, then
stretches out on the couch with her feet in my uncles lap and her head
on her arms in mine.  "Scratch my back please?" she asks.

As soon as Katy makes her request, Lena, pushes Katy's feet out of the
way and lifts herself onto the couch between my uncle's knees, saying,
"Me too."

Katy shivers and snuggles deeper into my lap as I trail my fingernails
from the base of  her skull down to  the top of  the crease separating
her buttocks  and  back.   At  first  I keep  my  touch  light, almost
teasing, to sensitise the nerves of her back.  Every now and then more
shivers run  up and  down her  spine and  she makes  occasional little
noises of contentment.

At first  my  uncle's  touch is  a  little  tentative  and  Lena says,
"Geoff's much better than you.   Watch him.  Ah,  that's it." A little
latter she  adds,  "Do my  sides  too."   "Further  silly,  the sticky
bits'll tell you when to stop."

Glancing sideways, I  notice that  my uncle is  looking a  little wild
about the eyes, as  his fingers follow her  instructions.  Luckily for
him, Lena's usual  swimwear is  quite modest  and his  fingertips just
brush the beginning of  the swell of her  breasts, before encountering
the sticky aloe vera that coats the sunburnt area.

As I continue to work my fingers up  and down Katy's back and increase
the pressure,  her  murmurs  and  sighs  of  contentment  become  more
frequent and Jane is moved to say, "I hope you're taking notes Dear, I
want some of that."

Getting up from her chair, she tugs her husband to his feet and with a
nudge of  her  foot, pushes  Jimmy  to one  side.   She  drops  to the
mattress, pulling James down beside her  and turns her head towards us
as she lies down.  Soon she too is murmuring contentedly.

In front of us, Jimmy looks on enviously, until Lena giggles and says,
"Get the pouf Jimmy, I'll do your back for you."

For several minutes, the only  sounds to be heard  are, soft moans and
sighs and it comes, almost  as a shock, when  Jane breaks the silence.
"Mm, I'm starting think we should do this more often."

"What monkey grooming?"  James asks, smiling.

"Yeah, that too.  No get naked,"  she replies, "after all, that's what
got this started.   That  and Geoff  rubbing his  hands all  over half
naked little girls while we were gone."

"Hey I resemble that remark." I  protest, as Lena gives an embarrassed
little giggle.  Katy just murmurs contentedly.

"Obviously." Jane says with a  smile, "You do this  often, or has your
mum made this a chore too?"

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Once again we  lapse into  silence and  a couple  of minutes  later, I
begin searching for the pressure points on  either side of the base of
Katy's spine.  Finding them, I dig my  thumbs in and watch the muscles
of Katy's buttocks clench and relax  and then a ripple of contractions
run up her spine.  As the ripple  passes over her shoulder blades, she
gives vent to a moan of almost orgasmic proportions.

When I look up,  I find that all  eyes except Katy's are  turned on me
and Jane asks softly, enviously, "What the hell did you just do?"

"What this?" I grin,  pressing again and watching  Katy's back ripple,
drawing another blissful moan from her.

"Yes THAT!" Jane says, "What's it feel like Katy?"

"Wunnerful." Katy murmurs blissfully.

"Oh, it's just a  little something I picked  up along the  way." I say
airily.

"Just a little  something huh?" Jane  say mock  dangerously, "Well put
that disgustingly happy offspring of mine  down and show James what to
do."

Katy protests softly  as I  gently slide out  from underneath  her and
lower her to the couch.

"What you have to  do," I say,  taking up station  opposite James, "is
get your subject totally relaxed.  Uh Jane, I  need to get a bit lower
on your back."

James reaches to roll down the top of the towel about his wife's hips,
but she beats  him to it  and with a  quick tug, she  throws the towel
aside.

"O.K.," I say, "Start with  feather touches first.   It makes the skin
more sensitive." James begins on his side motioning me take the other.

After a few  seconds of us  lightly dragging our  nails and fingertips
over Jane's back, she says, "It also, itches like crazy."

"I know," I  reply, grinning  fiendishly, "it's supposed  to.   Now be
quiet and let us work."

Working together, James and  I cover every square  inch of Jane's back
and flanks and we soon have  her muscles twitching spasmodically under
our touch,  and she's  ready for  the next  phase. "Now,  increase the
pressure." I tell James, suiting my actions to my words.

As soon as my fingernails begin to dig  in, Jane sighs with relief and
contentment, and the  tension visibly  flows from her  muscles, except
for a knotted group to one side of the small  of her back.  When James
goes to dig his fingers into  them, I shake my  head and indicate that
he should continue as  we had been doing.   He looks at  me and raises
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A couple of minutes later, I  push his hands aside  and find the right
spots, but  instead of  pressing, I  take  James hands  and  guide his
thumbs into position.  "Now press." I tell him.

Beginning in  her buttocks,  the ripples  run up  Janes back,  as they
reach the knotted  muscles, there  is a quiet  crackling pop  and when
they pass the knotted muscles have relaxed  with the rest.  Jane moans
blissfully and almost seems  to melt into the  mattress as she relaxes
completely.

A few seconds later she rolls onto her side and looks at me strangely,
"Just a  little something?"  Jane asks  incredulously of  the audience
that has gathered around us to watch. "The best damned thing this side
of the sheets  and he  calls it 'Just  a little  something'." A moment
later a look of surprise crossed her  face and she exclaims, "Hey it's
gone!"

"Of course." I say dismissively.

"'Of course.', he says!" Jane exclaims  rising to her knees, "You gets
rid of a back ache that's been nagging me for weeks and that's all you
have to say?"

"Of course." I grin.

"Grrr!  Get him girls." Jane says, and all  three of them bear me down
to the mattress.  "Your turn." she  says, snatching my  towel away and
slapping my butt.

Three sets of fingernails begin to trace  the lines of my back, making
my skin crawl and they soon have me  writhing in delicious agony.  For
several minutes,  they  continue  to tease  me  and  when  their nails
finally dig into my  back, my groan  of relief is  almost explosive in
it's intensity.  Some  minutes later their  hands leave me  and I feel
James grasp my hips,   briefly search for  the right spot  and dig his
thumbs in.

The feelings,  as the  wave of  contraction  and release  flows  up my
spine, are  indescribable, it's  almost as  if  my back  is  having an
orgasm.  Almost as soon as the surge of pleasure crawls over my scalp,
Katy's hands replace her  father's and another  blissful ripple washes
over me.  Lena's hands replace Katy's and a third orgiastic rush hit's
me. Jane,  my uncle  and finally  Jimmy take  their turns,  leaving me
totally enervated and as limp as a wet dishrag.

"Is it still, 'Just a little something?'" Jane asks.

I answer with a groan and she chuckles cruelly.

Finally, I  recover enough  to roll  over  and sit  up and  Jane asks,
"Where did you learn to do that anyway?"

"One of the  mothers from  my mother's dance  classes does  physio." I
tell her, "I twisted my back when I was setting up the stage for their
end of year  display and she  did that to  me.  She  reckons, that for
minor problems, this is just as good  as massage, she doesn't get sore
wrists and  as an  added  bonus it  feels  great.   And,"  I continue,
"anybody can do it."


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Just then the phone rings, and Katy cheekily says, "Time to brush your
teeth Geoff."

"Hello." Jane  answers the  phone, "Yes,  we're  fine."   "Yes they're
still here.  We  had a swim and  now we're having a  couple of beers."
"How about you  come over  here for a  barbie."   "No, it's  my way of
saying thankyou to Geoff for looking after  the girls."  "O.K., you do
that.  See you then.  Bye."

Jane hangs up and looks at us, "O.K. you lot get decent.  Liam, go and
pick your sister  up.   You might want  to bring  a few  of deckchairs
too."

A minute later, Lena makes a  pained little sound and I  look up.  She
has already put on  a pair of shorts  and begun putting  on a T-shirt.
But there she has been forced to stop, her hands holding the fabric of
the T-shirt bunched up above her breasts.

"Jane!" I call.

Jane comes to the door of  her bedroom, wearing nothing  but a pair of
Knickers and a  bra. "Houston we  have a problem."  she murmurs. "Come
with me  Lena, we'll  see what  we can  do.   The  rest of  you finish
getting dressed."

We hastily comply, though Katy ignores the pair of knickers I hold out
to her and wearing  nothing but a crop  top and a smile,  she goes out
onto the verandah.  A few moments later she returns wearing her flower
power skirt.

A few minutes  later, Jane and  James emerge with  a somewhat sheepish
and still bare breasted Lena.  "Where's your uncle?" Jane asks.

"He's already left." I tell her.

"Damn!" she says, "We still have a  problem and he probably knows more
about your mother's wild  days than you.   But I guess  you'll have to
do.  What do you think  her reaction's going to be  when she sees Lena
walking about like this?"

"We'll I  know she's  done  a bit  of  topless sunbathing  when  I was
younger.  But  she hasn't done  it for a  few years now."  I say, then
grin, "I guess she stopped about  the same time I  began to starch the
sheets."

Jane laughs at  this, and  asks, "So  you're saying  it should  be all
right?"

"No guarantees," I reply, "but yeah, it should be O.K."

"O.K. then, now that's settled;" Jane  says, "Geoff you help James set
up the barbecue.  Jimmy the torches, then  you and Geoff can take some
wood down to the dam.  Girls you come with me."  She stops her husband
in the doorway,  "Oh and take  the big tarp  down for the  kids to sit
on."

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"You have grown  up haven't you?"  my mother  comments, nodding toward
where three naked kids  are standing in the  water at the  edge of the
dam, illuminated by the  ruddy light of the  setting sun, exhorting me
to join them.

"In a minute." I yell, waving to them. "What do you mean Mum?"

"That Lena," she  says, "Two months  ago you were  drooling over girls
her age."

"I never..."

"Don't try that one on me." she cuts me  off, "I know why you suddenly
got so eager to help with my Display.  Last year, I damned near had to
drag you up to  the town hall  until after the  first stage rehearsal,
and then after you saw my intermediates  dance group at work, YOU were
the one waiting at the door for me."

"I think it has more  to do with self  preservation than anything else
Jodi." Jane puts in from her chair.

"How's that?"

"He's seen the way her brothers straighten crowbars." Jane laughs.

"Oh?" my mother raises her eyebrows.

"Like this." Jane mimes holding something  across the back of her neck
and pulling her hands forward.

"They don't?" my mother asks incredulously.

"They do." Jane  confirms, "They're  built like a  whole row  of brick
shithouses.  I've  seen them  change a tire  on a  Landrover without a
jack."

"Anyway they've got him so scared, he prefers to look at me." she says
with a grin.

"Huh?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you  that bit?" Jane asks,  knowing full well, that
all she had said  earlier was that  the kids had  been skinny dipping.
"After Geoff took Katy's knickers."

"Geoff!" my mother yelps.

"Jane!" I protest at  the same time,  "You know damned  well she threw
them at me."

"O.K." she  laughs, "Anyway  after Geoff  hung  them on  the  pole out
there.   They started  playing tag  and Katy  ended up  pulling Lena's
clothes off.  They then turned on Jimmy and  your coward of a son here
came and hid behind us in what's left of the island there.





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"The kids came  after him and  I teased him,  so he challenged  me.  I
thought he'd back  down when  I started to  unbutton my  shirt, but he
just held up his pants.

"When I was younger  I never had much  time for clothes.   So much so,
that when I married James and  we moved to Darwin,  I shocked the hell
out of the  neighbours by  walking out to  the mailbox  stark naked on
more than one occasion.   It took James  for ever to  explain that you
just didn't do things like that in the big smoke.

"You see up  until I  met James,  I'd lived  all my  life on  a cattle
station up in the Territory and any time I wasn't doing school work, I
was running wild with the aboriginal kids.  After I'd given my clothes
away a few times, Mum just made me leave them behind.

"Well a bit earlier today,  I'd told everybody a  story about a rather
unpleasant incident that happened when I was a kid and when Geoff held
up his pants, it  reminded me of some  of the good times.   I snatched
them from his hand and tossed them away  and a couple of minutes later
the whole lot of us were  skinny dipping.  I hadn't  felt that free in
years.

"You know, your parents  have a lot to  answer for." she  calls out to
her husband, who is drinking with Uncle Liam.

"Why's that?" he calls back.

"Them convincing me that nudity's a sin." she answers. "Though I never
really gave it much credence." she says, turning back to my mother, "I
just went through the motions to  keep them happy and  let the kids do
as they pleased.  But the motions became  habits and I've got Geoff to
thank for helping me out of that rut."

"Yeah well, my parents were  never as easy as  yours," my mother says,
"but after  I  was divorced,  my  neighbour convinced  me  to sunbathe
topless with her  on the roof.   She  said it was  a sure  fire way of
getting a man's attention, letting him look  down the neck of my dress
so he could see the tan kept on going."

"Yeah Geoff told me about that, when I asked him how shocked you'd be,
by Lena."  Grinning at  me  she adds,  "He  said you  stopped  when he
started starching the sheets."

My mother giggles  at my  embarrassed look and  says, "As  a matter of
fact, it was  because we  moved to a  parochial, little  country town.
It's just a coincidence that his voice broke at the same time.

"Actually I  never  knew  he  was  peeking  or  I  would  have stopped
earlier." she turns a  halfway stern look  on me. "How  did you manage
that trick anyway?"  she asks, "I  wouldn't do it  until Coral pointed
out the nearest vantage point was a radio tower over a mile away."

"Do you remember my grade four science project?" I ask?

"Not really." she begins, then her eyes widen, "The periscope?"

Jane chuckles, "Never  underestimate the  ingenuity of a  curious boy.
If you'd just done  it out in the  backyard he would  have ignored you


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after the first day or so.  But you had to hide  up on the roof, so of
course he had to find out what you were hiding."

"I guess you're right." Mum say ruefully.

"Never underestimate a  boy's entrepreneurial  nature either."  I say,
leaving it hanging.

"Why you little shit!" she exclaims  loud enough to attract James' and
my uncle's attention.

"What's he done now?" Uncle Liam asks.

"Not now, back when we were living in Melbourne.  He was selling peeks
at my boobs." she tells him.

"Coral's actually," I say, examining my nails, "hers were much bigger.
And they weren't peeks, I got twenty cents  for five minutes.  How did
you think I paid for all of those models and things?"

In the face of the laughter that assaults  her from all sides, her ire
melts and she  begins to  chuckle herself.   "How did  you keep Andrew
quiet?  I don't suppose he was that interested in looking."

"I doubled  his pocket  money."  I answer.  "You  could buy  a  lot of
lollies for fifty cents back then."

Just then, Katy  leans over  me, dripping water  in my  face. "Are you
coming?" she asks.

"Go on get out of here." my mother says.

"O.K. stop dripping." I  say to Katy, pushing  her out of  the way and
sitting up.

Discarding my shirt, I rise to follow her  and my mother sees a chance
to get some of her own back.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asks sweetly.

"No. What?"

"You're in Rome  now boy." she  says, "What do  you do  when you're in
Rome?"

"As the  Romans do."  I answer.    Dropping my  shorts, I  stand there
squarely facing my mother, waiting calmly.

"Go on, git." she finally says, turning her head away.

"Here, light the torches." James says, chuckling as he pulls a burning
brand from the fire beneath the barbecue.

Taking the  brand, I  quickly light  the  torches protruding  from the
ground and the  air fills  with the sweet  odour of  citronella.  Then
after thrusting the brand back into the fire,  I allow Katy to take my
hand and lead me down to the dam.



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"What was everybody laughing  at?" Jimmy asks  as I wade  out into the
water.

"Oh Mum just found out I used to sell peeks at  her boobs when I was a
kid." I answer.

"I wouldn't mind seeing them myself." he answers.

I notice some movement  up inside the  ring of torches  and say, "Well
here's your chance."  then raising  my voice,  "It's twenty  cents for
five minutes."

"Geoff!" my mother yelps as the other's laugh.

A minute or so later they all troop down  towards us, naked as the day
they were  born.   Silhouetted  by  the light  from  the  torches, the
details of  their bodies  are a  fairly  indistinct, but  for  a brief
moment I see  my mother  turn sideways and  the outline  of her small,
fist sized breasts, surmounted by erect  nipples the size and shape of
small thimbles.  "Hm,' I wonder, 'what's gotten her so excited?'

Over the next half hour or so, we  horse around in the water, throwing
the kids and my tiny mother  about.  A couple of  times even, my uncle
and I team up to  toss Jane.  Like  schoolchildren given an unexpected
holiday, we adults break out totally.  We take an even greater delight
than the kids in ducking anybody  in reach, until they finally retreat
in disarray to the still warm water filling the crater in the island.

Well, we're not  going to let  them get away  with that.   En-mass, we
descend upon them and drag them kicking a screaming back into the fray
for target  practice.   As the  first odd  man out,  I climb  onto the
diving platform while the  others hold their giggling  victims, who do
not struggle too strenuously,  in front of them,  though Katy is still
slippery enough to require both my mother and my uncle to hold her.  I
survey the semi-circle of  laughing faces arrayed before  me for a few
seconds,  then launch myself into a  'headache' right in the middle of
them.

I trade off with my uncle for the  possession of Katy's right arm, and
a few moment's later he swamps us with  a 'honey-pot'.  When my mother
climbs up onto the platform and  turn to face us,  I'm so surprised to
see the flickering light  of the torches, reflected  from bare skin at
the juncture of her  thighs, that I  forget to duck  when she launches
herself and  Katy almost  manages to  wrench  her hand  free  before I
recover.

We continue playing, 'drench the kid'  for a couple more rounds, until
Jane decides we've  gotten enough  of our  own back  and it's  time to
start cooking.  After  drying each other  off, with a  lot of giggling
and squealing, Jane  sends me and  the kids up  to the  house to bring
back the meat and salads.

When we return, we find the older  folks sucking on brews and laughing
at some joke.   Imperiously,  they order us  to set  things up  on the
cable drum, which James  had had the  foresight to peg  to the ground,
and bring the meat over to  James and my uncle, who  say that only men
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Uncle Liam  then  decides  that since  I  have  reached  my eighteenth
birthday and I'm  now officially  a man, it's  time that  I learnt the
arcane art of burning meat.  Handing  me a beer, they begin delivering
instruction,  cheerfully  contradicting  each  other  at  every  turn.
Occasionally they permit me  the great honour of  turning a sausage or
two and then show me  how to do it,  as they berate me  for my lack of
technique.

Finally though  the  meat  is done  to  their  satisfaction  and after
dumping it on plates, we retire to our deckchairs, as James cheerfully
notes that, "Serving is 'women's work' and get me another beer."

"Do you want  to eat it  or wear it?"  Jane asks  sweetly, "Jimmy, get
your father a beer, and I'll have one too."

A couple of minute  later Katy hands me  my meal and  sits down tailor
fashion between my feet to  eat hers.  Seeing  this, Lena leaves Jimmy
alone on the tarp and appropriates the foot of my uncle's deckchair.

He sits there for a moment then looks up at my mother and asks, "Can I
sit on your chair too Mrs. Lyndon?"

"Sure she replies, making enough room between her feet for him.

After we've  finish eating  and tossed  the bones  on the  fire, James
levers the hotplate off the fire and builds  it up to a roaring blaze.
After handing out  another round of  beers, he  reclines his deckchair
and lies down as the rest of us do the same.

When Katy returns from piling our plates  on the cable drum, she pulls
my knees  up for  a backrest  and  plumps down  on my  stomach.   Jane
immediately abandons her  seat to sit  between her  husband's legs and
recline against his chest and Lena copies Katy with my uncle.

Grinning, my mother says, "I think  you owe Geoff twenty cents Jimmy."
and as we laugh at his embarrassment she pulls him around and cushions
his head on her shoulder.

As the  night  progresses, we  regale  each other  with  tales  of our
younger days,  or in  the case  of  the kids,  who don't  want  to get
themselves into  trouble,  tales of  their  friend's  more adventurous
exploits.  Every now  and then one or  the other of the  kids get sent
off for more beer and we watch in amusement as they 'sneak' a mouthful
before returning.

As the beer does  it's work and  tongues get loosened,  the older folk
begin telling tales on us.  Mum tells of the time I came home so drunk
I was unable to stand up and threw up all over the kitchen floor, when
she tried to scold me.

When Jane asks of my punishment,  Mum tells her, "I  made him clean it
up.  With a bucket and cloth.  He threw  up three more times before he
had nothing more to get rid of and even  then he dry heaved for nearly
half an hour."

Jane comes  back  with the  time  she caught  Katy  and  Jimmy smoking
cigarettes and how  she'd made  them smoke  the entire  packet, making
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Lena looks on smugly, sure  in the knowledge that  there was no-one to
tell tales on her, when my Uncle says, "When  I came to get Geoff this
morning, I found all three of them curled  up in bed together and Lena
was stuck to his back like a limpet."

As everybody turns  their eyes on  the flustered  youngster sitting on
his stomach, I divert their attention by asking, "Well who was it that
literally ripped Katy's shorts off and  stripped her naked in front of
me and Lena?"

Suddenly all eyes  are turned  on him and  my mother  cries, "Liam you
didn't?"

"What happened?" Jane asks in a deceptively soft voice.

"Oh, Katy  was giving  him a  kiss goodbye  and when  she let  go, his
watchband got caught up in her  shorts.  They tore  and the next thing
he knew, he was holding a half naked little girl and when she realised
what had happened she  dropped, and slipped out  of her windcheater as
well."

With this, the  tension that  had briefly  filled the  air, disappears
like a popped  soap bubble  and every  one bursts  out laughing  at my
sheepishly grinning uncle.

Not long after that the party breaks up and after dousing the fire and
guttering torches, we carry everything up  to the house by the silvery
light of the moon.  Then, still  comfortably naked, we settle down for
a final cup  of tea;  Jane in her  husband's lap,  Jimmy squeezed into
Jane's chair with my mother and Lena and  Katy curled up atop my uncle
and myself on the couch.

Then, our drinks  finished, the  kids escort  us to  the creek  and my
uncles car.  Tonight,  both girls kiss  me and my  Uncle goodnight and
Jimmy shyly accepts a kiss from my mother.

More than a little under the  weather, my uncle drives  us home at the
stately pace of fifteen kilometres an hour and then gets bogged at the
foot of the dam wall, leaving  us to finish the  last hundred yards or
so on unsteady legs.

It is only when we stumble up onto the verandah and flick on the light
that we realise that we'd left our clothes  behind.  Though, I had had
the presence of mind to bring the  bag containing my clothes and other
incriminating evidence home with me.

Somehow or  other, it  seems  different under  the  harsh, artificial,
white glare of the fluorescent light and  after a brief chuckle at our
foolishness, we quickly separate and go to our rooms.

The next morning we dress and sit down to breakfast and as if by tacit
agreement, we say nothing of the previous night, instead our talk once
more turns to the subject of the storm and the quickest way of helping
the Sheads get a roof back over their heads.





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One thing I do notice though, is that my mother now treats me on a par
with Uncle  Liam  and  herself,  no  longer  suffocating  me  with her
attentions.

























































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Chapter 13             - INTRODUCING MARA.



A few days after the storm I'm standing  on the verandah of my uncle's
house looking out over his dam when I hear a truck rumbling off in the
distance, a minute  later I hear  it stop at  the gate,  then start up
again, now it's  coming down  the track towards  the house.   A rather
beaten up 4WD Landrover truck soon appears and parks on the other side
of the house near the stairs.  I  head through the bedroom, Shaking my
uncle awake, "You've got visitors."  I tell him.

He peers at me through one barely opened eye and asks "Who is it?"

"I don't know, they're in an old 4WD truck?"

"Shit! That'll be Carl, Sherry  and their kids.   They said they might
come down this week.  Go and meet them while I get up."

I hear the doors of the truck slam and I go out to stand at the top of
the stairs.   Standing next to  the cab is  a balding man  in his late
twenties and built  like a brick  shithouse, on the  other side coming
around the front of the truck is  a pretty, slender, blonde woman, who
looks to be no more than twenty years old.  Suddenly a bundle with too
many arms and legs  erupts over the  tailgate, lands on  the grass and
starts rolling about, shrill  cries of "Won't" "Will  too" emerge from
something that looks  remarkably like  the fighting  cats and  dogs on
'Loony tunes'.

Carl strides over and  thrusts his hands into  the whirling mass, when
he withdraws  them  and  straightens  up  he  has  a  struggling child
dangling by their ankle from each  of his meaty paws.   In the left he
has a small boy, blonde and about five years  old, in the other a girl
of about seven, also blonde,  with her dress rucked  up in her armpits
and cute little knickers  with a kitten on  the front.   Just then she
notices me standing at the top of the stairs, she frantically tries to
hold her dress up to cover herself and  her face turns a deep shade of
crimson.  Carl gives them  a little shake and  the girl looses control
of her dress  and it  falls once more,  this time  she elects  for the
ostrich approach and hides her face in the skirt.

Lifting the boy so that they are eye  to eye, Carl asks, "O.K., what's
this all about?"

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An indignant face appears for a moment, "He  tried to take my book and
he ripped it." she shrills, then catching me looking at her, hides her
face again.

"She was in my way an' she wouldn't move."

Carl looks under the canopy into  the back of the  truck then sets the
girl on the ground pinning her with a foot on her belly before she can
wriggle away.   Tucking  the boy  under  his arm  Carl  delivers three
measured blows to  his son's  rear.   <WHACK> "That's  for snatching."
<WHACK> "That's  for  tearing  the book."    <WHACK>  "And  that's for
fighting."  He sets the  boy on his feet,  who's hands immediately fly
to cover his behind  and start rubbing furiously,  his face screwed up
in an effort not to cry.

Carl stoops to  retrieve his daughter  and secures her  under his arm,
pinning her hands when she tries to cover her backside with them.  She
receives two  slaps  on the  taught  white cotton  covering  her rear.
<CRACK> "That's for hitting."  <CRACK> "And that's for fighting."  She
too is  set  on her  feet,  her  hands rubbing  under  her  skirt, her
embarrassment is so  great that  I believe she  barely felt  the blows
land.  Setting his  hands on the children's  shoulders her steers them
to stand before him and his wife at the  bottom of the stairs and they
all look up at me, though the girl's  gaze quickly drop to examine her
toes.

"Uh, Hi!  I'm Geoff, Liam's nephew, he asked  me to greet you while he
got up, He's on afternoon shift this week." I explain.

"Hi Geoff,  I'm Carl  and  this is  my  wife Sherry."    He introduces
himself and his family, "And these two hellions are Mara and Mike." he
taps each on the top of the head as he  says their names.  Mara's face
flushes again as  she peeps shyly  up at me.   Standing still  I get a
better look at them,  Mara has a round,  pale face liberally sprinkled
with freckles across the bridge of her button nose, she is a little on
the chubby side but it is only  puppy fat which should soon disappear.
Mike is  positively scrawny  but is  obviously  full of  energy  as he
bounces from one foot to the other.

Mike chirps a bright, "Hi Geoff." at me  and turns to his father, "Can
I go see the horses dad?"

"No, you're in disgrace, I've a good mind to lock you both in the back
of the truck." his father replies.

"Why don't you all  come on up, I'll  make us all a  drink while Uncle
Liam's getting  up.    The  kids  fly  up  the  stairs,  their parents
following at a more  sedate pace.  I  get them settled  in the lounge,
Carl making the kids sit at opposite ends of  the couch.  I take their
orders and move into the kitchen to put the  kettle on, I get the cups
ready and return to  the lounge.  We  make small talk for  a couple of
minutes until the kettle starts whistling,  just as my uncle comes in.
Leaving his guests to him, I go and make the drinks, Sherry sends Mara
with me to help carry them.

The drinks  made, I  get some  cold  water from  the fridge,  pour two
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can give  one of  these to  your  brother without  throwing it  in his
face?"

She gives me a shy  nod.  I pick  up two mugs in  each hand and follow
her into the  lounge.   We distribute our  burdens and  I take  a seat
between the  children  on the  couch,  they quickly  polish  off their
cordial and are soon looking bored at the talk  of the adults.  I take
pity on them and turn to Mara, "Why don't you go and get your book and
I'll help you fix it."  I say. Then to Mike, "After that we might just
go and see the horses.  If it's all right with your mum and dad."

"You don't have to."  Sherry tells me.

"It's no trouble." I say, "And the longer they sit here her bigger the
explosion when you do release them."

"True," she says, "O.K. kids you can go, but no fighting."

With shrieks of delight they  bounce off the couch  and scurry out the
door, they return a minute  later, Mara waving the  pieces of the book
over her head.   I get  some wide sticky  tape and a  pair of scissors
from the desk and  take the children into  the kitchen.   I slide onto
the bench behind the table and  Mara slides in beside  me.  Taking the
book from her  hands I look  at it,  it is a  hard cover  copy of Enid
Blyton's 'The Enchanted Wood' and Mike has torn the cover right off.

"O.K. let's get going."  I say and cut  a few strips of tape, sticking
them to the edge of the table.  Taking her hands I position them until
she is  holding the  book to  my satisfaction  and quickly  fasten the
cover back onto the book, finishing with  two long strips of tape, one
inside the front cover and the other inside the back.

With a conspiratorial  wink to  Mara I  say, "We  better make  sure it
still works, where were you up to?"

"Yeah," she replies, looking at Mike,  who is impatiently rocking from
one foot to the other, "we better make sure Mike didn't break it."

I intercept  his fist  before it  connects with  his sister's  arm and
giving it a  warning squeeze,  I stare  into his  eyes until  he looks
away.  Mara shows me where  she is up to, I lift  her onto my knee and
begin reading out loud.

The children in  the book  have just had  to land  outside Dame Slap's
school because the little plane has gotten tired.  I read up until the
first couple of slaps have been dished out then taking mercy on Mike I
close the book and say,  "O.K. Let's go see the horses."

Mike cheers and Mara puts her arms around my neck and gives me a sweet
kiss on the lips.  "Thank you for fixing my book."

Mike charges from the room chanting,  "Mara kissed Geoff.  Mara kissed
Geoff."

Mara flushes beet red but slips her hand into  mine as I grab the last
of the loaf  of bread and  follow Mike back  into the lounge.   "I was
just thanking him for fixing my book."  she declares holding it up for
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Mike changes his cry to, "Mara's got a  boy friend." when he spies our
linked hands.

Halfway through  the third  repetition Carl  snaps out,  "Enough!" and
tears well up in Mike's eyes as he bites  his tongue in his hurry shut
his mouth.

His lamentations  fall  on  unsympathetic ears  and  his  mother says,
"Serves you right for teasing your sister like  that.  Now go and look
at the horses."

Mike rockets out of the door  and Mara tows me after  him, by the time
Mara and I have reached the  bottom of the steps  he is halfway across
the paddock.  Lifting  Mara to my shoulders  I take off  after him, my
longer stride allows me to catch him just  as he reaches the yards and
climbs up on  the rails.   I lift Mara  from my shoulders  to the rail
beside him and hand each of them a slice of bread, showing them how to
hold it in  the palm of  their hands so  they don't  get their fingers
bitten.

Fourex, the  only  horse  in  the yard  with  a  name,  comes  over to
investigate, the other  three horses  in the yard  mill around  in the
farthest corner  as they  have been  out  in the  paddock  for several
months and have  only been brought  in for a  muster that  was to take
place the  next day.   We  feed  Fourex the  bread and  he  allows the
children to stroke his nose for a few moments then tosses his head and
trots in  circles around  the yard,  his  tail high  and  neck proudly
arched.

Mike wants to  give him  some more bread  so I  give them  each half a
slice, saying, "We better keep the last  couple of slices for my mum's
horse." and pointing to where she is just  riding up out of the creek.
Fourex come over again  when the children hold  out the bread, accepts
another couple of pats then returns to pacing around the yard.

A couple of minutes later my mother rides  up on Whisky and says "Hi."
to the kids when I introduce them.  Mara and Mike feed Whisky the last
of the bread while Fourex looks on and  gives and angry squeal when he
sees Whisky get the bread.

"Can I have  a ride?"  asks Mike  then adds  "Please!" when  my mother
appears to ignore him.

"Me to please?"  says Mara.

My mother agrees, dismounts and  takes a firm grip  on the reins under
Whisky's chin.  I lift Mike into the saddle, as he asked first and put
his hands on the pommel.   As the children's legs are  so short I lift
the stirrups up under the flaps,  winding the leathers through them so
they won't bang  into the  horses' ribs  and startle  him.   Mum leads
Whisky around in a  big circle for a  while before returning  to me an
Mara, I swap children and Mum and Whisky go off for another circuit.

When they return Mum says, "O.K. that's enough, Whisky wants a rest."

I lift Mara down and help  Mum unsaddle her horse.   We turn him loose
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Whisky drops and  rolls on his  back in the  grass before  the gate is
shut behind  him.   Turning I  see  Mike struggling  with  the saddle,
getting it a few inches off the ground and  a few inches closer to the
tack shed with  each heave.   I  relieve him  of it  and hand  him the
bridle, Mara picks up the sweaty saddle blanket and holding it at arms
length follows us  into the shed,  where we put  the tack  away and go
back to my mother.

Mike slips  his  hand  into  my mother's  looking  up  at  her  with a
worshipful look.  "Mike's got a girl friend."  I stage whisper to Mara
and it  is his  turn to  go red  as Mara  giggles and  Mum gives  me a
'look'.  "In joke."  I explain to her.

Mara drags me over  to the fence and  climbs to the top  rail and from
there clambers onto  my shoulders.   She bumps  me with  her heels and
yells "Giddy up."  Mike seeing  this tugs on my  mother's hand and she
allows her self to led over  to the fence where Mike  mounts her.  She
manages to grab his feet  before his heels can  dig painfully into her
and moves off at his command.  Mara and I have been waiting while this
takes place and I move off at a trot when they come even with us, Mike
spurs his mount on and I shift to a  gallop when they draw even again.
Mike urges his steed to greater efforts and I allow them to draw level
with us,  twenty meters from  the house I lengthen  my stride and pull
away, reaching the stairs a good five meters in front.

We bend over and allow our riders to dismount and Mum throws me a look
that promises me much future anguish.   Breathing heavily we allow our
riders to precede us and  we enter the lounge  to hear them chattering
away telling their parents  how they fed  the horses, how  they rode a
horse and about the race home.

Mum flops into a chair, "You," she fixes  me with a steely gaze, "will
now get me a cup of tea."

Everyone else expresses a  similar desire so I  retire to the kitchen,
trailed by Mara  and we  return a few  minutes later  with the drinks.
Mike has crawled into Mums lap and is  sitting curled up with his head
cushioned on her breast.  We  distribute the drinks and  I say to Carl
and Sherry, "I was going to go over  to the O'Conner's place today for
a swim.  Do you think the kids would like to come?"

Sherry replies, "Mara can go,  but Mike can't swim,  so he better stay
behind."

Mike looks ready to throw a right royal paddy until my mother steps in
and says, "You and I'll find something better  to do.  All right?" and
suddenly he is all sunny smiles, sure he is going to get one up on his
sister.

"But I don't have my bathers with me."  Mara cries.

"You can swim in your knickers," I say, "Katy generally does."

With final instructions  of "Don't make  a nuisance  of yourself." and
"Make sure you do whatever Geoff tells you." from Sherry to Mara.  And
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Mara skips along beside me, her tiny little hand tucked into mine, she
chatters on, asking me about what the  storm was like, gasping when we
enter the bush and the carnage surrounds us.

"Wow!  What did that?"  she gasps, as she spies the exploded corpse of
a lightning struck tree a few meters back  from the edge of the track.
Dragging me over  to it, she  cranes her head  back looking  up at the
twisted six meter stump, all  around us the branches  of the crown lie
scattered across the landscape.  I explain how the intense heat of the
lighting makes all of the water in the tree boil at once and causes it
to burst.  She nods at this and drags me back to the track.

When we reach the creek,   she looks at the  deeply undercut banks and
asks how we are to get across.  I point a little way upstream to where
part of the bank has collapsed on the  far side, jumping down into the
scoured creek bed I lift her down and  throw her over my shoulder then
wade through the knee deep, silty flow to where the fallen bank blocks
half the creek bed, I set her down and  we scramble back up onto level
ground.

She slips her  fingers back  into mine  and two  minutes later  we are
slipping through the fence onto the  O'Conner's property.  I lead Mara
to where  Katy  and Jimmy,  are  splashing  in the  water  and  I make
introductions.

Katy pouts  a  little at  the  tiny  hand in  mine  but  politely says
"Hello."

Jimmy is back to being a  little shit and tries to splash  us.  I say,
"Well, I better let your parents know they has an extra visitor, we'll
be back in a minute."  We drop our towels  and stuff on the cable reel
and make our way up to the house.

Up at the house, I introduce Mara and Mrs. O'Conner, James it seems is
in town on business.  Jane smiles down at Mara, "You know you're going
to make  my  daughter  jealous,"  she  says,  indicating  our entwined
fingers, "she seems to think Geoff is her boyfriend."

Mara blushes at this and snatches her hand from mine, "I'm sorry." she
stammers.

"Oh, for Pete's sake!  Don't  worry about it, he's  big enough for the
both of you.  Now run along and have some fun."

Mara and I  run back  down to the  dam, Mara  blushes prettily  as she
slips her dress off over her head.

"Oh, she's got a pussy on her pussy!" Katy giggles.

"Can it!" I say,  as Mara blushes  a deeper shade  of crimson, looking
confused.

I take a running  dive into the  water and secure  Katy's ankle before
she can get  away, jerking  her under the  water.   When we  surface I
tickle her into giggling submission. "Are  you going to behave?" I ask
punctuating each word with another jab to her ribs.

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Mara is  still standing  on the  bank,  looking into  the  muddy brown
waters of the dam.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

She replies "I can't see the bottom."

"What do you want the bottom for, whenever  this one finds it," I say,
waving my hand at  Katy, "she tries to  fill my pants with  it."  Katy
nods furiously, giggling like a maniac.

"Will you hold me?" Mara asks, her chin quivering.

I'm a sucker for a quivering chin so I say "Sure."  I make my way over
to the bank, stand up and hold my hand out  to her.  With a convulsive
jump, Mara  leaps  at me,  wrapping  her  arms around  my  neck.   The
unexpectedness of the impact and the  steeply sloping dam bank combine
to send me over backwards into the  cold water.  I surface sputtering,
Mara clinging to me  like a limpet.   Katy and Jimmy  laugh, secure in
the knowledge that they are safe from  me.  Scrambling onto the diving
platform they  take turns  bombing us,  cackling  like hyenas  all the
while.

A few minutes  later Mara  whispers in my  ear, "You  can let  go now.
Let's get them."   We  hold a brief,  whispered war  council, then the
next time Katy enters the water near us, we separate and pounce on her
as she rises to  the surface.  I  crush Katy to my  chest while like a
trooper, Mara dives for  the bottom and returns  with a double handful
of mud, I pull the back  of her knickers out while  Mara drops the mud
in.  I rub the mud in and then retreat with Mara to the island.

Katy rinses out her knickers, swims over to  us and offers her hand to
Katy, saying, "Quits?"  As Mara nods  agreement, Katy gives a jerk and
pulls Mara  over the  muddy rim  into  the water.   Mara  pops  to the
surface and  leaps on  Katy driving  her under.   Arms  flailing, Katy
recovers the upper hand, I look on with  concern for a moment but Mara
is giving as good as she gets and  is obviously over her concern about
the murky water and I decide it is time to work my revenge on Jimmy.

I zero in on him, dive  for his ankles and miss, I  lunge for him, and
he holds up his hand  saying, "Shh, listen." and  points to where Mara
has a struggling Katy pinned to the dam bank at the water's edge.

Mara is saying "Aw, go on tell me."

"No I can't."  Katy objects. "You're too little."

"Am not, I beat you didn't  I?  And I'm not going  to let you go until
you tell me what you meant when you said I had a pussy on my pussy."

"O.K. But you can't tell any grownups what I tell you."

"What about Geoff?"   Mara asks.  They  are so locked up  in their own
struggle and conversation, that they haven't  noticed that Jimmy and I
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"Oh he's different."  Katy replies,  "O.K., your  pussy is  down there
between your legs."

"Oh!  Mum just calls that my privates.  Why do you call it a pussy?"

"Because it feels so good to stroke it I guess."

I decide  this  conversation  has probably  gone  on  long  enough and
intervene. "Katy," I say, "I think that's enough for now."  Both girls
jump  at  the  sound  of  my  voice,  Katy  taking  advantage  of  the
distraction to roll on top of Mara, and collect a handful of mud which
she plasters all  over Mara's chest  and rubs into  her hair.   With a
giggle Katy leaps clear and dives into the water, Mara follows bent on
revenge.

"Shit, I didn't  think anyone could  beat Katy like  that, that little
kid's good."  Jimmy says, watching  the two little girls struggling in
the water.

"Yeah, well life's full of little surprises." I reply.

"I wonder where Katy learned about pussies?" he muses, more to himself
than to me, "I wonder if Lena told her."

I see an  opening to  reinforce the conversation  I had  with Lena and
grasp it with both  hands.  "What do  you know about  Lena's Pussy?" I
ask, with, I hope, the proper tone of surprise, and a little outrage.

Jimmy turns beet red, and starts stammering, "I-I don't kn-n-know what
you're t-t-talking about."

"Yes you do."  I say  softening my tone,  "Have you  been playing with
it?"   Watching his  expression, I  continue,  "Have you  been fucking
her?"

Bullseye! He tries, to deny it,  "N-no, n-never, I-I w-wouldn't, I-I-I
di-didn't." his obvious embarrassment, along with the fact that I know
different, gives him away.   The girls glance in  our direction, but a
small shake of my  head at Katy  causes her to  resume their struggle,
though her expression says 'Later' louder than words.

"Don't worry,  I'm  not  going  to  dob  you  in,  but  you  are using
protection aren't you?" I ask with the  proper amount of concern in my
voice.

"What's that?"

"You do put a franger on before you fuck her don't you?"

"A franger?"

"A condom, dinger, rubber, sleeping bag for mice, you know?"

"Huh?"

"Oh shit!   It's a  rubber bag you  put over  your cock  to catch your
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"Shit no!  Uh, I didn't know.  Uh, where do I get them from?"  he asks
worriedly.

"You buy them at the chemist, just ask  for a dozen Checkmates, or you
can get  them from  machines in  the toilets  at service  stations and
other places but that'll cost you a whole lot more."

"I'd be too embarrassed." he objects.

"Would you rather be a father?   Besides what do  you think her father
and brothers would do to you?"

"Oh!"

"Exactly." I say dryly.  "Are  you making sure she has  fun too, or is
it just wham, bamm, thank you mam?"

"Uh, how do you do that?"

"Shit!  You got any stick books? You know like playboy or something."

"Uh, yeah."

"Well try reading the letters and stories, instead of just jerking off
over the pictures."  I say.

"I-I-I don't." he denies strenuously, his face a deep crimson.

"Bullshit!  Everybody does  it, if they say  they don't they're liars.
So are you a liar?"

"I guess not.  But can you tell me what to do?"

"Well you wrap  your hand  around your dick,  and you  rub..." I start
mischievously.

He interrupts me, "No I know how to  do that."  then smiles sheepishly
as he realises how I tricked him.  "I mean can you tell me how to make
Lena feel good?"

"O.K. the first  thing you can  do is kiss  her, all  sorts of kisses,
little kisses all over  her face, big sloppy  tongue kisses, that sort
of thing."

"And then?"

I continue, "Well  you can  play with her  tits, rub  them, lick them,
suck on the nipples.  You can also rub her pussy, and kiss and lick it
too."

"Eew yuck!" he objects.

"Oh?"   I say  with raised  eyebrows,  "You know  you  shouldn't knock
something until  you tried  it?   How do  you feel  about the  idea of
having her suck your cock?"  I ask.

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"You'd be surprised,"  I say,  "If you lick  a girl's  pussy she'll do
just about anything for you."

"Really?"  He asks, surprised.  "Uh, what does it taste like?"

"It's great," I say, "It's the best thing in the world, so long as the
girl keeps herself clean.  And  if she doesn't, do  you really want to
put your dick there or even your fingers?"

"I guess not.  So do I just kiss and lick anywhere?"

"Pretty much, but there's  a little knob like  a button at  the top of
her slit, called a clit, if you lick and  suck on that, she'll go over
the moon.  The most important  thing you have to  remember is to start
out slow and  gentle, she'll tell  you when to  go faster.   Of course
when she does ask  you that, It's a  lot more fun to  ignore her for a
while, it drives them up the wall.

"Oh and another thing,  get rid of your  first load of  cum before you
fuck her, that way you'll last a lot longer  when you do and you won't
waste a condom.  Go slow, make it last, the longer it takes the better
it will feel in the end."

Suddenly I lunge at  him, "By the way  I've still got to  get you back
for bombing me and  Mara."  I  get a good  grip on him  and tickle him
until he is helpless, then strip off his shorts and throw them up onto
the bank.  Shoving him under the water and I beating a hasty retreat.

I Join the girls and all three  of us watch his embarrassed squirming.
They just giggle and shake their heads when  he pleads for one of them
to recover his shorts.  Katy cuddles up to me and asks, "What were you
talking about, huh?"

"Let's just  say that  Lena will  get  a pleasant  surprise  next time
they're alone together." I reply with a grin and she giggles in reply.

Eventually Jimmy decides he's not  going to get any  help from us, and
embarrassed by the  presence of  a girl  that his  mother specifically
told him to put  clothes on for, he  waddles from the  water.  Hunched
over, he snatches up his shorts and holds them over his groin while he
re-enters the water.  All the  while the girls are giggling helplessly
at his discomfort and I have to support both of them.

Having restored his modesty, Jimmy glares at us, declaring, "I'm gonna
get you for that."

"Really?" To the girls  I add, "Let's get  him." I propel  them in his
direction and swim after them.  He dives  and tries to escape, but the
odds are against him and he is  soon cornered near the platform, where
Mara leaps on his  back and tries to  drive him below  the surface and
Jimmy has to grab onto the pole.

Katy joins  in to  help her  and  plasters herself  to  Jimmy's front,
suddenly she gets  a wicked  gleam in  her eye  and pulls  in tighter.
Jimmy's face is a  study as he tries  to shove her away  and I realise
that he must have a hardon and Katy is rubbing up against it, his face
gets redder and  redder, suddenly it  screws up tight  and he shudders
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off him, I snag  an ankle on the  way past and haul  her away from the
others.

"That, was not a very nice thing to do." I hiss in her ear.

"Aw, it was fun, he looked real funny." She giggles.

"Well remember that if  he crawls into  bed with you  tonight." I warn
her.

"Oh!"

"Yes. Oh!"

I shove her under the water and go to peel Mara, who is unaware of the
by-play, off his back.  I Toss her away from us and set about soothing
Jimmy's bruised ego.  He is almost crying and refuses to look at me.

I splash water in his face and he looks  up, "Don't worry about it?" I
say, "It happens."

"Why did she do that?   Do you think she knew what  she was doing?" He
asks.

"Who  knows,  maybe,  but   she  could  probably  tell   that  it  was
embarrassing you, so she just kept doing it."  I explain with a laugh,
"If you had pushed your dick back at  her she would probably have run.
Just don't go getting any funny ideas, O.K."

"O.K."

We separate  and  the  girls swim  over  to  me and  Katy  begs  for a
cannonball.  I  swim to  where I  can stand  up and  for the  next few
minutes I toss the kids around until I am tired.

Katy decides she  wants to  jump off my  shoulders.   For some reason,
probably a desire to  show off, Katy walks  around the dam  and out to
the platform on the log, as I swim out to the platform and haul myself
up.  Katy  climbs up  onto my shoulders,  rubbing her  pussy across my
face on the way past.

"Watch it!" I hiss and she giggles.

She readies herself and jumps, landing with a satisfying splash, Jimmy
follows her and Mara  decides she wants  to try it.   On her  way up I
blow a Zoober into her belly and she looses her balance as she giggles
and falls backwards into the water.

Coming up sputtering  she tells  me to stay  where I  am because she's
going to try again and not to do that again.   I promise and she swims
to the bank  and starts  making her way  out along  the log  but falls
heavily, landing astride it.   I wince as  her face screws  up and she
bursts into tears of agony, then  jump into the water  to catch her as
she topples from the log.   I carry her from the  water and cuddle her
to me soothing her.

Suddenly Jimmy  cries out,  "She's bleeding!"  and Mara's  sobs become
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I grab a towel and wrap Mara in it, saying,  "You bring up the rest of
the stuff and I'll take Mara up for your mother to have a look at."

With this, I hurry up to  the house with her and Jane  meets me at the
door, having heard the cries.  I explain what happened and try to hand
Mara over but she clings to me and refuses to let go.

"Bring her into  the kitchen."  Jane tells me,  pulling me  inside and
pushing me down onto a chair.

Jane then asks,  "Mara Honey, can  I take off  your knickers  so I can
have a look at you?"

Mara gives a  tearful nod  and gulps convulsively.   Jane  unwraps the
towel and carefully  slips Mara's  blood soaked knickers  off, tossing
them in the sink.  Katy and Jimmy come  in with wide eyed stares, Jane
snaps, "Get out Jimmy.  Katy, get me a bowl  of warm water and a clean
wash cloth, then go and get me a clean pair of your knickers."

Jimmy drops the pile he is carrying, in the doorway and takes off like
a cut cat  while Katy  hurries to comply  with her  mother's requests.
Jane  carefully  washes  Mara's  bruised  little  mound,  then  gently
separates the lips to  look inside.   "Well girl, you're  not a virgin
any more." she  comments wryly.   "The bleeding seems  to have stopped
but just in case,  wait here, I'll  be back in  a sec,   she flips the
towel to cover Mara and leaves the room.

Mara's sobs have subsided  to little gulps  by the time  Jane and Katy
return, Jane picks  up a dry  towel from the  pile in  the doorway and
asks, "Honey, do you think you  could stand up?"   Mara gives a little
nod and I help her to her feet.

As Jane picks up the cloth to finish washing the blood from her thighs
Mara speaks, "No, I want him to do it."  As I am the only 'him' in the
room Jane gives a little shrug and silently hands me the cloth.

With gentle  strokes  I wash  the  drying blood  from  her  thighs and
buttocks then dab up  a drop that  has seeped from  her swollen pussy.
Jane silently holds out the towel to me and I  pat Mara dry.  Next she
unwraps a sanitary pad and hands it to me as  Katy holds out a pair of
knickers, taking them I hold them for Mara  to step into and pull them
up to mid thigh,  slipping the pad  into position I  pull the knickers
the rest of the way up.  Finally I slip the dress on over her head.

I stand up  and Jane looks  me up and  down, "You better  go and clean
yourself up.  Katy, go and get a pair of your fathers shorts."  I look
down at myself and see a  film of blood and water  coating me from the
belly button down.   Mara wants  to go with  me but I  convince her to
stay with Jane and have a hot drink.

I retire to  the bathroom,  step under the  shower and  drop my shorts
into the bottom of the tub.   After sponging the blood  from my body I
quickly rinse out my shorts.   As I'm drying off Katy  comes in with a
pair of shorts, and  waits for me to  put them on  before following me
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Back in the kitchen, Mara is looking  more like herself and is sipping
on a cup of  hot chocolate,  Jane  is at the sink.   As soon  as I sit
down and pick up the cup  of tea Jan has made for  me, Mara slips down
from her chair and climbs into my lap.

"Cute, real cute." Jane  remarks and I look  up to see  her holding up
Mara's knickers to see if they're clean.

When we finish  our drinks, I  say, "I'd better  get Mara  back to her
mother, and let her know what happened."

"O.K. we'll see you later."

I make  my good-byes  to the  kids,  Jimmy just  waves vaguely  in our
direction but  Katy decides  to escort  me to  the boundary  as usual.
Mara insists that I carry her as it still hurts to walk, sucker that I
am, I give in and lift her in my arms.

Three minutes later we're at the  fence and I put Mara  down so we can
get through.   Katy leaps  into my  arms and  delivers her  usual kiss
goodbye, I'm a little reluctant in front of  Mara but Katy has no such
inhibitions, she grinds her pussy against my hip and her tongue covers
every portion of the inside of my mouth it  can reach and she soon has
me responding in kind while Mara looks on with wide eyes.

When we finally break, Katy looks down at Mara and states, "You didn't
see that did you."

"Depends." Mara bargains.

"Depends on what?" I ask with some trepidation.

"On whether you'll teach me to kiss like that too."

"Now look what you've done." I accuse.

"So Kiss her already."

I put Katy  down and lift  Mara until she  can wrap her  arms about my
neck then  support her  with  one hand  under  her butt,  to  keep the
pressure off her poor abused pussy.   I start the kiss gently, briefly
trapping her upper  lip between mine,  then pulling back  to look into
her sparkling, green eyes, she smiles up at me  so I return my lips to
hers.  For a little while we suck gently  on each others lips before I
tilt my head  to the side  and I lick  over the small  gap between her
lips.  I probe a little harder and her lips give way before me.  I run
my tongue  over her  teeth, licking  her  gums and  the inside  of her
cheeks.  Her teeth part as she gives a  little gasp and I push through
the opening to flick at the end of her  little tongue.  Her eyes widen
at this, but  she responds  by sliding  her tongue  over mine,  when I
withdraw my tongue,  hers tentatively  follows, then  begins exploring
the inside of my mouth with increasing confidence.  I suck hard as she
pulls her  tongue back  and when  I  follow she  responds in  kind her
cheeks hollowing as she draw my tongue into her mouth.

A moment later  she breaks  the kiss and  smiles up  at me,  "That was
nice." she tells me.  then  lifts her lips to mine  for a brief moment
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Katy warns Mara, "Now don't say anything about that kiss, or you could
get Geoff into trouble.  O.K.?"

"What kiss?" Mara replies  with her best stupid  look. (This girl will
go far if she doesn't hang first.)

Katy delivers  one  last brief  kiss  then holds  the  fence  while we
scramble through.  Lifting Mara back into my  arms, we make our way to
the creek and  down into  the bed,  where I  wade against  the current
until I find a good solid  exposed tree root.  I  lift Mara onto solid
ground, then pass  the bundle  of towels  and wet  clothes up  to her.
Grasping the root I pull myself  up onto the bank  and once again pick
her up and plod along the track to my uncle's house.

I set Mara on her feet at the top of the steps and follow her into the
lounge, where she proudly announces, "I'm not a virgin any more. See."
and she lifts the hem of  her dress to show the  prominent bulge of an
adult sized maxi-pad in her little girl panties.

A sudden silence ensues  in which I  imagine I can  hear the vertebrae
cracking as  head snap  around to  look  at us.   Carl's  face darkens
ominously and he  roars, "Who  did it?   Was  it you?   I'll  kill the
bastard." as he rises from his seat.

I back up a step and Mara turns to huddle against me, wrapping herself
around one  thigh.   I hold  up  my hand  and  say, "Woah,  it  was an
accident, she slipped and fell on a log."

Still half out of his seat,  Carl asks, "Well what's  this bit about a
virgin,  where did she hear that?"

I explain, "She's just repeating what Jane, that's Mrs. O'Conner, said
while we were cleaning her up."

Sherry shoves her husband back  into his seat and  comes over to kneel
before her frightened daughter  who is, staring  apprehensively at her
father. "Are you all right darling?"

Mara gives a tiny nod, "Why is Daddy mad at  me?" she asks in a scared
little girl voice.

"Oh, Daddy isn't mad at you."  Sherry explains, enfolding her daughter
and perforce my leg, in  a tight hug, "He  just misunderstood what you
said and he was  mad, because he though  someone hurt you."   She then
throws a glare at her husband  that would melt stone.   He cringes and
starts to get up, but subsides under the weight of her glance.

"What's a virgin?" Mike chirps from his perch on my mother's knee.

Everybody except the two children crack  up at this and the atmosphere
clears dramatically, Mara  and Mike  stare around at  up as  if we had
gone mad.  Finally  Carl recovers enough  to haul himself  to his feet
and kneels before his  daughter, "Well you sure  picked an interesting
way of making  your announcement."  he says wryly,  "I'm sorry  if you
thought I was mad at you, I'd never get that mad at you Honey.  Do you
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Mara peels herself from my leg and shrugs  off her mothers arms as she
leaps at her father, wrapping her arms  around his neck and giving him
a big kiss.  Pulling back she announces, "Ouch, that hurt."

Carl gently folds his arms around Mara and asks, "What hurt Honey?"

"My pussy, when I jumped.  Oops!" she realises what she said and claps
her hand over her mouth.

Sherry raises her eyebrow at me, and I explain, "Uh, Katy made a smart
remark about Mara's knickers, Jane appreciated the joke too."

"Oh.  Actually Mara just liked the kitten, they are cute though aren't
they?"  Sherry returns.  "Mara darling, will you come with me so I can
make sure you're all right."  They go  off into the bedroom and emerge
a few minutes later.  "She's fine, she'll be  just a little sore for a
day or two."

I feel a tug on my  shorts and I look down  into Mike's upturned face,
"You still haven't told me what a virgin is."

I look helplessly  at Sherry, who  says, "Give it  a go,  just keep it
simple."

"Thanks." I mutter, and  think for a moment,  "O.K.," I say, hunkering
down to his level, "Girls have this little piece of skin between their
legs that  stops poo  from going  in  the wrong  places when  they are
babies and when it gets broken they're not virgins any more."

"Oh, is  that  all.    Girl stuff,  yuck."  he  says  and  turns away,
disgusted that he has asked about a girl thing.

Sherry claps her hands delightedly, "Perfect,  everything he wanted to
know and not a  thing to pique his  interest.  Well  I think everybody
could do with a drink, what do you take Geoff?"

I tell her and she goes into the kitchen to make drinks.  As soon as I
take a seat on  the couch Mara climbs  up onto my lap  and by the time
Sherry returns  with the  drinks  she is  curled  up in  a  ball, fast
asleep.

As Sherry hands me my drink she asks, "Do you want me to move her?"

"No she's fine,  and I think  she needs to  be held at  the moment." I
reply.

"You're probably right."

I sit there with my cute little lap warmer, gently rubbing her back as
she sleeps.  Around me the adults  carry on their conversation, but to
me it is a droning buzz  that soon has me joining Mara  in the land of
Nod.

Some time later  I'm woken  by Mara shaking  me violently  and calling
"Wake up, wake up!"

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"You're coming to stay with us for a week." Mara tells me excitedly.

"Mara Lauren Hardy! You're supposed to ask him."

"But he will come."  Mara objects, "Won't you?"  a note of uncertainty
creeps into her voice.

"Of course I will Honey."

"Goody! I knew he  would!" Mara squeals delightedly  and then plasters
wet little kisses all over my face until I am forced to push her away.

I look at Sherry and ask, "What brought that on?"

"Well, when she woke up Mara asked me if  you could come and stay with
us for a  while, your  mother said  that you  were a  bit disappointed
about the lack of beaches, so we decided to  see if you'd like to come
up for a week."

"I'd love to."

"Well, go and pack  a bag we'll be  leaving after tea."   Sherry tells
me.

I suddenly realise just how late it is,  Mara and I have slept through
most of the afternoon.  I get up and with  the help of small fingers I
soon have  a bag  packed and  waiting at  the  top of  the stairs.   I
realise that I am still wearing James' shorts so I chase Mara from the
room and change into a pair of my own.

I enter the  lounge and tell  Mum that I  better let Jane  know that I
won't be over  for a while  and to send  Katy to pick  up her father's
things once they've been washed.

Sherry has similar thoughts and throws  Mara's knickers, which are now
dry, to her. "Here  get changed so  Katy can have  her knickers back."
Mara starts to get changed right there in the middle of the lounge and
Sherry has to stop her, "In the bedroom you little goose."

A minute later Katy returns and  holds up the pad, "What  do I do with
this?"

"Oh Mara!" Sherry exclaims, crimson featured, "Put it in the bin."

I decide that now is a  good time to be busy on  the phone and take it
into the bedroom and shut the door.

Jane answers, "Hello."

"Hi Jane, It's  Geoff, I've just  been invited to  spend a  week up at
Mara's parents  place, so  you'll have  to send  Katy over  to collect
James' shorts and the  knickers, Mum'll wash them  tomorrow morning so
any time after lunch'll be fine."

"You don't have to do that."

"My mother does, believe  me.  You  know that little  comment of yours
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"What comment was that?"

"Well guess who walked into the lounge and announced to all and sundry
that she was not a virgin any more?"

"Oh no! She didn't?" Jane start  laughing helplessly, I can hear James
in the background asking "What's so funny?"

Eventually Jane recovers enough  to explain, "You know  how I told you
about the accident today,  well Mara just walked  into the lounge over
there and told the world that  she wasn't a virgin any  more."  In the
background James cracks up.

Jane asks me, "What was her fathers reaction?"

"Well you  remember  the 'Incredible  Hulk'  cartoons?   That  was her
father, and he's six, two to start with.  It was a scary experience."

"How did you manage to survive long enough to explain?"

"Mara was so  solidly attached  to my leg  that he  would have  had to
break her arms to  remove her, his  reaction scared her  worse than it
scared me."

Mum calls from  the lounge, and  I say to  Jane, "I've got  to go, I'm
being called.  See you next week some time."

"O.K. see you later and I'm sorry for causing so much trouble."

"That's all right, see ya." I hang up  and return to the lounge, where
tea is ready.

Fortunately it is  finger food  as Mara wants  to sit  in my  lap, her
parents and I indulge  her and the two  of us spend  the time stealing
food from each other's plates.

Once we have finished tea and our after  dinner drinks, we all go down
to the truck where I toss  my bag into the back  and lift the children
after it.  After  we have made our  good-byes I join the  kids as Carl
and Sherry climb into the cab  and slam the doors.   Two minutes later
we are on our way.  At the gate I'm the one  tapped to open it and let
the truck  through, I  then close  the  gate and  vault back  into the
truck.

I settle myself on the mattress  and pillows in the  back of the truck
and Mara snuggles up against my side.   While the light lasts we read,
Mara from 'The Enchanted Wood' and me from Heinlein's 'Time Enough For
Love'.

It soon becomes  too dark  to read  so we  set aside  our books  and I
listen to her as she chatters about herself, I find that the books she
has read are much  the same books that  I read when I  was her age and
I'm pleased to find that her favourite book  is Heidi, which is my own
all time favourite and one which I still re-read to this day.

She is in the Brownie Scouts and I  hear all about the activities that
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and how they made more than five hundred dollars just before Christmas
by collecting  bottles and  aluminium  cans from  alongside  the roads
leading into town.

While Mara talks it  has gone from  twilight to full  darkness and the
steady hum of the wheels on the asphalt of the road has lulled Mike to
sleep.  I am in that half world  neither fully awake, nor fast asleep,
Mara is snuggled  up against  my right side,  her head  pillowed on my
chest and her upper leg is drawn up to rest on hip.  With my left hand
I have been idly scratching her ribs upper arm and back.

It is  only  when  she  murmurs,  "Mmm,  that's  nice."  and  wriggles
contentedly against my side that I realise  that my right hand has not
been idle.  It has slipped  from her hip to rest on  her lower leg and
my fingertip is gently stroking along  the length of her still swollen
little slit.  As  soon as I realise  what I am doing  my hand freezes.
"Why did you stop?" she complains.

I start to remove my hand  as I explain, but she  shifts her upper leg
to trap my hand where it is.   "Grownups aren't supposed to touch kids
like that." I tell her.

"But it felt nice, I like it." she protests.

"I know, but I would get into a lot of trouble if any body found out I
touched your pussy like that."   I explain, blithely ignoring the fact
that the trouble I would  get into for rubbing  her pussy, was nothing
to what would happen if anybody ever found  out about what I was doing
with Katy and Lena.

"I'd never tell  anybody." she  tries to reassure  me as  she wriggles
lower trying to  re-establish the contact  between my  fingers and her
pussy.

"I still shouldn't do it." I object.

"But I want you to do it.  Please?"   With this she takes matters into
her own  hands, and  seizes  my wrist  and  pushes my  hand  back into
contact with her knickers.

Her pleading tone is too much  for me and I  resume stroking her pussy
and she lifts her leg to  lie on my hip again.   Once she is sure that
I'm not going to stop again  she releases my wrist  and throws her arm
across my body to hug me tightly.  Gently, I trail my finger along the
length of her slit, tracing little circles  at the top, over her clit.
Her breathing becomes  more rapid as  I continue to  massage her vulva
and I  increase the  pressure on  her clit.   After  a few  minutes of
gentle friction on her knickers I feel a little dampness begin to seep
through the gusset and I slip my fingers under the elastic of the leg-
band.  Mara emits a little gasp as she  feels the direct contact of my
skin on hers and hugs me tighter.

My fingers slide  smoothly over  the oily  wetness they  encounter and
slip easily between her  puffy labia.   She moans softly  as my finger
contacts her hardened,  pea sized  clitoris and her  breathing becomes
ragged.  With gentle  pressure on the tip,  I move it  around in small
circles and she  thrusts her hips  forward to trap  my fingers between
herself and  my  hip.   I  gently  extract my  fingers  and  drag them


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backwards through  her  warm crevice  to  circle the  entrance  of her
vagina, she tenses momentarily  but begins to relax  when she feels no
discomfort.

As my ring finger  continues to orbit  the tiny opening  into her body
she relaxes  further  and  a short  time  later  slips,  to  the first
knuckle, within the warm,  vice like confines of  her immature vagina.
She gasps, and I feel the muscles of her vaginal entrance clench tight
around my finger.  I caress her clit with my fore finger and patiently
wait until she relaxes before withdrawing  and pushing back inside.  I
slide my finger in and out, gaining a few millimetres more penetration
with each stroke until my entire finger is  buried to the hilt and she
is rocking her hips back and forth in time with my strokes.

Mara is moaning almost continuously and I  press the finger tips of my
left hand to her  lips, she understands  my warning and  the volume of
her cries is reduced.  The muscles of her vagina have relaxed under my
ministrations, so I withdraw my ring  finger completely and replace it
with the middle one.   The quantity of lubricant  in her silken sheath
is so great that my finger slips inside with no resistance and the tip
brushes over  the closed  opening of  her cervix.   Three  full length
strokes of my finger later, she cums  in a shuddering orgasm, her tiny
fist stuffed between her teeth to stifle her outcry.

As her climax subsides I cease fondling  her clit and remove my finger
with shallower and shallower  strokes until my  hand is free.   I then
lift it to my face and inhale the  delicate aroma of her virgin spend,
extending my  tongue to  taste of  her  innocence, I  suck each  of my
fingers one after the other between my lips savouring the clean, sweet
flavour of her  secretions mixed with  the slight coppery  tang of her
blood.

A moment later  she lifts  herself above me  and presses  her mouth to
mine, her tiny tongue slipping between my lips to caress the inside of
my mouth.   After a  few seconds she  pulls back  to say,  "Your mouth
tastes funny."

"That's what your pussy tastes like, I sucked my fingers clean?"

"Mmm, I like it." she opines, and slides back down to snuggle up to my
side.

"Do you want a better taste?"  I ask, I feel her head  nod on my chest
so I slip my hand back  under her knickers and slip  my fingers one by
one inside her, coating them with her vaginal oils.  I lift my hand to
her lips and she avidly sucks my fingers clean, relishing the stronger
flavour, undiluted by my saliva.

Suddenly she slips her  own hand under  her knee and  touches my rigid
cock through my shorts, "Why is your doodle hard?" she asks.

"That's my  'penis', it's  hard because  you  make me  feel good  in a
special way.  Like the way I made you  feel when I rubbed your pussy."
I explain.

"Can I touch it?",  without waiting for permission she slides her hand
under the waistband of my shorts  and explores it with her fingertips,
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my balls, finally she wraps her hand around my shaft her thumb failing
to reach her fingertips.   She discovers  that the skin  slides up and
down and begins an inexperienced pumping motion.

"Careful," I warn her, "if you keep that up you're going to make a big
mess."

"What do you mean?" she asks, curiously.

"You know that really good feeling that you  had at end, when I rubbed
your pussy,  well  men  feel that  too,  and  when  that  happens some
slippery white stuff called sperm squirts out of the end."

I lean over her and pull a T-shirt from my  bag, I then slip my shorts
down below my balls to give Mara easier access to my prick.  "O.K. you
can play with my cock now, and I'll catch the sperm with this."

Mara gets up from beside me and kneels  astride my thighs, so that she
can fondle my cock more easily.  Fortunately the glass at the front of
the fibreglass  canopy has  been broken  at  some stage  and  has been
replaced with a sheet of plywood,  so I don't have  to worry about her
parents seeing us,  and the  reflection of  their headlights  from the
glass at the rear will prevent anyone behind us looking in.

With more room to manoeuvre, Mara wraps  both hands around my cock and
begins pumping up and down, her action is a little rough so I instruct
her on how to give a  hand job properly, explaining  where my penis is
most sensitive.  I also tell her that it feels better if her hands are
slippery like her  vagina and use  my hand to  transfer a  good gob of
saliva from my mouth to coat my cock.

She replaces  her hand  on my  shaft and  complains "Eew,  yuck!", but
continues to fondle me, as my prick  begins to dry, she leans forwards
to dribble  spit  from  her own  lips  onto  it,  massaging  the fresh
lubricant into the head with one hand as she pumps with the other.

Suddenly Mike  rolls  over  in  his  sleep  muttering  and  with great
presence of mind Mara  drops forwards, concealing my  cock beneath her
body.  When she is sure  Mike is not waking up she  sits back up, only
now she is on top of my balls and the base of my prick presses against
her panties.

She reaches  down to  continue her  ministrations  but finding  me dry
scoots downwards to  dribble another  load of spit,  actually brushing
the tip with he lip.   She then moves back up  and resumes stroking my
rigid prick, but now she  can feel the base  rubbing against her slit.
Suddenly her weight leaves me as  she stands up and  I hear a rustling
sound, before She sits  back down, squarely on  top of my  prick and I
can feel her bare pussy lips splayed open to  either side.  I take her
knickers from her hand  and lay them across  my nose, the intoxicating
smell inciting my prick to swell until it feels like it will burst.

With one  hand  she holds  her  dress up  out  of the  way,  the other
caresses the head  of my  cock and pushes  it upwards  to increase the
pressure of the contact with her body, as  she begins to rock her hips
backwards and  forwards her  clit sliding  along  the underside  of my
penis.  Her passions quickly  build towards a fresh  peak as the slick
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Suddenly she  is cumming  for the  second  time in  her life,  and she
shakes and  shudders above  me.   Before  her orgasm  subsides  my own
overtakes me and I barely have time to move the T-shirt into position,
before the  semen burns  it's way  along  the length  of  my exploding
member.  My cum coats Mara's hand and dribbles back down over my prick
to pool in my groin and coat the outside of her vulva.

I remove her hand from my wilting member and  lift it to my lips where
I carefully lick and suck her  fingers clean.  I  then lift her entire
body upwards and she gasps in  shock as I perform  the same service on
her semen coated vulva, slipping my tongue between her labia to gather
up the last of the pussy juice seeping from her vagina.

When I  reach for  the T-shirt  to  clean up  my cock  and  balls Mara
surprises me  by restraining  my hand  and turning  to reach  down and
scoop up a quantity of semen on her fingers before lifting them to her
mouth to taste.  Finding the taste to her  liking she dips her head to
lick my groin like a cat, lapping up every drop of cream she can find.

She lifts her head and snuggles up next  to me, saying "You taste nice
too."

I kiss her forehead and let  her feel my smile  against her skin, "You
taste better." I argue.

"Of course I do, I'm a little girl." she replies smugly.

"Well if 'little  girls are  made of  sugar and  spice and  all things
nice.' Then why do they taste like anchovies?" I ask with a grin.

"I do not!", she protests.

I chuckle and  she pulls  away and a  small fist  thuds into  my ribs,
"Oooh, you're teasing me."  She cuddles back up to me and reaches down
to fondle my shrunken cock,  "Oh it's soft, how  come your penis feels
so different now?"

"I'll tell you  in a minute  but first let's  get our  clothes back on
properly." I say,  as I  settle my shorts  back on  my hips.   Groping
around beside my head I find her knickers and use my cigarette lighter
to find the front, then  slip them on, finishing  by snapping the leg-
band against her buttock, just to hear her squeak.

I get us  settled comfortably and  give much the  same talk  as I gave
Katy and then Lena,  editing and simplifying  it a little  to suit her
more limited understanding.   I finish with  my talk on  the ethics of
sex, emphasising that  'no' means  'no' and  'stop' means  'stop right
now'.   Finishing, "So,  you should  only  have sex  with  someone you
really trust."

"You mean, like Daddy?" she asks.

"Um ... that's a hard one, a lot of  daddies get upset when they think
about their little girls  having sex.  You  saw how mad  he got today,
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"Oh,  so  you  mean  I  can't  do  it  with  Daddy?",  she  sounds  so
disappointed that my  heart really  goes out to  her and  I think hard
about how she might get to her father.

"Well you could try sitting in  his lap and wriggling  about to see if
he gets hard,  and you  could try to  practice movie  kisses with him.
Say you saw it  in the movies and  you wanted to try  it, when he asks
you about it though." I tell her.

She then starts having ideas of  her own, "I really  liked it when you
tickled my pussy, so I could go up to him  and say I was rubbing where
I got hurt, and it felt really funny and could he have a look at it to
see if anything  was wrong.   And I  could sit so  he could  see up my
dress too."

"They're good ideas too, just don't do them  all at once or he'll know
something is up, and you've got to  pretend you don't know anything so
that he thinks he is teaching  you.  One of  the most important things
though is to make  sure there's nobody else  around or he  will be too
scared to do anything,  he might be  too scared anyway,  but if anyone
else is there forget it.   Take it slowly, because if  you go too fast
you'll probably just make him mad."

We have been talking for over  two hours by now  and the street lights
of yet another town illuminate the  interior of the canopy, Mara looks
outside and says, "We're nearly home can I have another kiss before we
get there?"

I say, "Yes." and she  squeals "Goody!" as she  rolls over to straddle
my stomach and leans forwards to  press her lips to  mine, there is no
hesitation as her lively little tongue darts in to caress mine, I suck
hard on it for a moment before crowding her tongue back into her mouth
with my own.   She  practically inhales my  tongue, swirling  hers all
around it, sucking and licking with abandon.  As I pull my tongue back
into my own mouth I feel her lips  tighten just before her sharp teeth
nip playfully at the retreating tip.

Well two can  play at this  game and  I shift my  lips to  suck on her
nose, giving the tip a little nip before shifting to repeat the action
on her right ear,  as I suck her  earlobe between my lips  and take it
gently between my  teeth she  giggles and  her head  almost disappears
between her shoulders.

Mara informs me  we are only  a couple of  blocks from her  home, so I
take a quick look around in  the shifting light to  make sure there is
no evidence of our amorous play, I spot my T-shirt and stuff it to the
bottom of my bag and zip it closed. Nothing else seems out of place so
I sit back with Mara in my lap until we pull up into a steep driveway.

I open  the lift  door of  the  canopy and  lower Mara  to  the ground
outside, I then  turn around  and lift a  still sleeping  Mike into my
arms, and return to the tailgate in time to  hand him to his father, I
toss the pillows out to Mara and jump down  with my bag.  Suddenly the
grass is lit up as Sherry, who has gone on to open up the house, turns
on the porch light. I look around and see a trampoline off to one side
and a small above ground pool behind a  safety fence.  Behind the pool
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sea, a  trail  of magical  light  coming towards  me  and disappearing
behind the bushes covering the steep slope down to the beach.

"Can I take Geoff down to the beach?" Mara  asks her mother as soon as
we are inside the front door.

"Ten minutes, you should be in bed young lady." Sherry acquiesces.

With a whoop  of delight  Mara drags me  to the  doors overlooking the
beach, and wrestles them open with my help.  Then taking my hand leads
me to a gate in the fence at the top of the steep slope, and through a
tunnel in the  bushes, down  some a stairway  of concrete  blocks.  We
discard our footwear at the bottom of the  stairs, and walk out on the
still warm sand to the ragged line of  seaweed and flotsam at the high
tide mark.

The packed sand slopes gently  down to where the  tide has just turned
and is slowly  advancing up the  beach.  Mara  leads me  down to where
tiny little waves  advance and  retreat and then  out until  the water
swirls around my knees, and threatens to wet her dress.  Seeing this I
bend over  and  tuck the  hem  inside the  leg-band  of  her knickers,
pausing a  moment  to run  my  fingertip over  her  warm  little slit.
Together we stand there, hand in hand,  listening to the waves hiss on
the sand behind us until the moon has fully cleared the horizon.

"We better be getting  back." I tell  her, "I think  your mother wants
you in bed."

"Will you carry me up to the stairs?", she pleads.   I lift her up and
she wraps her  arms around my  neck and her  legs about my  waist.  My
hands cup her  bottom and I  slide a finger  under the  gusset to rest
along the length of  her furrow.  By  the time we reach  the bottom of
the steps her pussy is slick and pull my finger back to work it in and
out of her tight sheath a few times.

She makes a small moue of disappointment  when I withdraw my finger to
suck it clean and  opens her mouth to  complain, I shush  her and say,
"You can do it to yourself  once you've gone to  bed." she still pouts
but gives in with reasonably good grace.

Mara leads me to a tap  and shower under the bushes  where we wash the
sand from our feet and slip our footwear back  on.  Once we are inside
the house I have  my first chance to  look it over,   In the center is
the guest bedroom that  is to be mine  along with the  kitchen and the
bathroom, surrounding  these  on  all  three  sides  is  a  closed  in
verandah,  partitioned  off  into  a  lounge,  and  bedrooms  for  the
children, beyond  the kitchen  is a  large  deck.   Carl  and Sherry's
bedroom is an extension built on beside the front door.

Sherry meets  us in  the kitchen  and chases  Mara off  to bed.   Mara
delivers quick kisses  to her  parents, the one  to her  father just a
trifle longer and wetter than the one she bestows on her mother.  Mara
then drags me after her saying "I want Geoff to read to me."

"Mara! You're supposed  to ask  properly."  To  me Sherry   says, "You
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"Of course not." I  tell her and allow  myself to be  lead into Mara's
bedroom.

"Two chapters."  Sherry calls after us.

When Mara begins  to undress  I turn to  wait outside,  but she say's,
"Don't be silly, sit there." and points to the foot of her bed.

I do as I'm instructed, and watch Mara as she strips off her dress and
drops it on the floor, I lean over and pick it  up, fold it and lay it
on the chair at the foot of the bed.  Mara then peels her knickers off
and tosses them in the corner, these I leave where they fall as I gaze
at her pre-teen body.   Her rounded belly sticking  out over her puffy
vulva, the  labia slightly  darkened by  bruising.   The  tiny nipples
decorating her chest are surprisingly dark.

She pulls her baby doll  pyjamas from under her  pillow and bends over
towards me to slip  the panties on.   I know she is  too young to have
real breasts  but  the  layer of  puppy  fat  beneath  her  nipples is
compressed by  the position  of her  arms  and body  and  a convincing
illusion of small  titties is created.   When she  stands upright, her
pseudo-titties disappear and  she slips the  top of her  baby dolls on
over her head.

Mara then slips  in between  the sheets  and slides  over next  to the
wall, holding the covers back  in an obvious invitation  for me to get
in beside  her.   I pick  up  the book  and comply  with  her unspoken
request, kicking my thongs  off I slip in  beside Mara leaning against
the head board.  Mara rests her head on my stomach and I open the book
and start reading out loud.

For Mara the day has been  too much, first the  trauma of breaking her
cherry in such a painful fashion  and then two powerful orgasms within
minutes of each other have worn  her out and I  barely make it halfway
through the chapter  before she  is fast  asleep, tiny  snores rasping
from her mouth.   I  lay the  book aside  and sit  there for  a minute
looking down at her face in repose,  the corners of her cherubic mouth
are drawn up in a tiny smile, and long almost invisible lashes rest on
her bespeckled cheeks.

I carefully slide  from between the  sheets cradling her  head until I
can gently lower it to the pillow.   I gently rearrange the covers and
tuck her in,  bending to  deposit a soft  kiss on  her slightly parted
lips.  As I pull back I notice her eyes have started to flicker behind
their lids and  I like  to think that  my kiss  is what  triggered her
dream.

Turning the  light out  I join  Carl and  Sherry at  the table  in the
kitchen.

"Half a chapter," I report, "and she was out like a light."

"I thought that'd happen,"  Sherry says, "She's had  a rather long and
um, eventful day."

We sit up for another half hour exchanging small talk, before Carl and
Sherry decide to call it a night, I too retire  to my bed, but the nap
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my book until  about three  in the morning.   Finally  I turn  out the
light and fall asleep thinking of Mara.


























































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Chapter 14              - SHERRY'S INDISCRETION.



I am woken  the next  morning by a  weight on  my stomach  and fingers
digging into my ribs,   I pry open  one eyelid and look  blearily at a
bright and  cheerful  looking  Mara, who  is  sitting  astride  me and
looking insufferably wide awake.   I groan and pull  my pillow over my
face, saying, "Go 'way, wake me when it's morning."

Mara snatches  the pillow  away and  throws  it on  the floor,  "It is
morning, and I want to go swimming before breakfast."

I look at the  wall past Mara,  the light streaming  through the doors
behind me tints the wall  a burnt orange.   Technically Mara is right,
it is morning, but only just.  Coming to the conclusion that I wont be
allowed to sleep  any longer I  roll Mara off  me and fall  out of bed
beside her.  Hauling myself to my feet I stand in the open doorway and
gaze out through the back doors to where the sun has still not cleared
the horizon fully.

Suddenly I see it, 'The Flash',  for a brief fraction  of a second the
sun turns a brilliant  shade of emerald green.   Immediately I forgive
Mara for the early wake up  call.  Behind me I  hear Mara giggling and
turn towards her, her giggles stop to be replaced by a gasp and a wide
eyed stare.   Following the  direction of  her gaze,  I look  down and
realise that I have followed my usual  custom of sleeping naked and my
morning piss hardon is staring me in the face.

"Hand me my shorts please." I say.

Mara gropes around on  the floor, until her  hand encounters my pants,
the whole time her eyes are locked on my groin.  Only when I take them
from her and slip  them on does  she blink.   She meets my  gaze for a
moment and blushes prettily, her eyes dropping to examine the floor at
her feet.

"I gotta pee." I tell her and head for the toilet, Mara trailing along
behind.  Once there I have  to practically shut the  door in her face,
she is so close behind  me.  Five minutes  later, my immediate problem
taken care of I emerge  from the toilet, almost  tripping over Mara in
the doorway.

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Mara takes me by the hand and tows me to her bedroom, motioning for me
to sit on the bed.  She then strips off her PJ's and stuffs them under
the pillow.  Turning  away from me she  bends over to  open her bottom
drawer, her cute little butt swaying from side  to side as she tugs it
open.   Rummaging  inside she  extracts  a tiny  little  bright orange
bikini and holds it up for my inspection.   I pretend to be blinded by
the skimpy day-glo garment and she  giggles delightfully.  She quickly
slips it on and turns for me to tie the string at the back.

Mara grabs a towel from the  bathroom and mine from my  bag in my room
and less than a minute  later we are chasing  the retreating tide down
the beach.  Entering the water I strike  out after Mara, who knows the
waters, and we allow the current to take us around a small headland to
a pocket handkerchief  of a  beach under a  sheer twenty  meter cliff.
From here only  a small portion  of the town  can be  seen a kilometre
away over the water.

For half  an hour  or so,  we  fool around  in the  water,  diving for
stones, swimming between  each others legs  and indulging  in a little
touchy-feelly but nothing too intense.   When I protest that I haven't
had much sleep and I'm getting tired Mara  leads me to a hidden pocket
in the rocks  at the  base of  the cliff  where the  water has  worn a
natural seat  in the  stone.   Pushing  me back  into it,  Mara plumps
herself in my  lap and  tucks my fingers  into the  top of  her bikini
bottoms.

I pull my fingers free and hold them up to her lips, "I need some spit
to make them slippery." I tell  her and she obliges  me by sucking the
first two fingers  into her mouth,  swirling her tongue  about them to
leave a liberal coating of saliva.

I pull my fingers  free with a pop  and with my other  hand I hold the
waistband away from her belly, I look over her shoulders to the bottom
of her belly where  I can see the  top of her little  slit, the tip of
her nubbin of a clit just  visible.  With my  spit slickened fingers I
tease her little button and I'm rewarded by it growing harder under my
attentions.  Her breathing rapidly becomes  ragged and she thrusts her
hips upwards  against my  fingers.   Curling my  fingers I  slide them
lower and tease the entrance of  her vagina, feeling a slick moistness
I press  a fingertip  against her  tiny opening  and slowly  enter the
tight channel.

I stop as she winces and  says, "Ouch!"  Realising  that her pussy has
stiffened around her  broken hymen  and is a  bit sore,  I withdraw my
hand from her pants.

When she moans her disappointment, I reassure her, saying, "I've got a
better Idea.  You're going to love it."  I pick her up from my lap and
turn her around lifting  her to stand on  the rocks to  either side of
me,  I slide down a little in my seat until her crotch is at the right
height and pull the front of  her bottoms to one side.   For the first
time I have a good close-up view of her pussy.  The tip of her swollen
clit peeks from  between plump lips,  mottled with  a little bruising,
with my thumbs I separate her labia  and see tiny inner lips, engorged
with blood, peek out at me pulsing with her heartbeat.

She gasps as I stick out  my tongue and drag it  along the full length
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hands grab the  back of  my head,  fingers entangled  in my  hair, she
mashes her groin against my lips.  Little moans and groans of pleasure
emerge from  her lips  as I  thoroughly  lave the  area from  her rosy
pucker to her clit.   When I suck  her clit between my  lips and start
humming, I feel one hand pull  from my hair and  hear a muffled shriek
as she cums, her juices dripping onto my  chin.  Releasing her clit, I
lick around the  entrance of her  vagina, lapping up  the remainder of
her delicious spend.

As she descends from the heights  of her climax I lower  her to sit in
my lap, my rigid  cock pressing up into  the crack of her  pussy.  Her
eyes open  and  her tongue  licks  across  my lips  and  over  my chin
collecting the overflow from her pussy.  My face clean she presses her
lips to mine  and sucks  my tongue into  her mouth,  her own fervently
swirling around mine.  Satisfied she has  collected as much of her own
juices as  she can  she pulls  back, and  looks me  in the  eye, "Your
turn," she announces  and wriggles  from my lap  to kneel  in the sand
between my feet.

Undoing the button and fly on  my shorts she tugs  them down until she
can lift my balls free, rolling them gently between her fingers, for a
minute or so she examines my penis critically, moving it about to look
at it from all sides and rolling the  foreskin back and forth over the
head.  Satisfied with her examination she dips her head and licks from
my balls to the tip, giggling when I  twitch as her tongue passes over
the sensitive skin below the slit.   Eagerly, she drags her tongue all
over my rampant  prick until there  is not one  square millimetre that
remains dry.

"Suck it." I  whisper, gently  laying my hands  on either  side of her
head and guiding it until my  glans presses against her  lips.  With a
little moan she parts  he lips and  takes the first  three inches into
her mouth, the  tip bumping  against the  back of  her throat  and her
tongue is pressed  against the  vein along the  underside of  my cock.
Backing up a little she starts  sucking like a baby.   "Move your head
up and down and use your hands and tongue." I tell her.

She wraps both hands around the shaft of my cock, and bobs her head up
and down, her hands sliding over my spit  slickened shaft.  At the top
of her stroke  her tongue  gyrates about my  glans, dragging  over the
sensitive folds of  skin and darting  into the hole  at the  tip.  She
giggles as  my hips  thrust upwards  involuntarily and  the vibrations
come close to driving me over  the edge.  Pulling  her mouth free, she
explores my glans with  her tongue, the  tip curling under  rim of the
helmet then the  whole of  her tongue laving  over the  tip.   All the
while her hands continue  pumping as she drools  copious quantities of
spit down the length of my shaft.

For a moment she pulls back to admire her handiwork, the knob is now a
mottled purple and the skin is tight as a  drum,  then bends to engulf
me within  the warm  cavern of  he  mouth.   The feeling  of  her lips
sliding over my  prick is the  last straw and  I groan as  I release a
stream of creamy sperm  into her mouth, surprised  she jerks backwards
and the next two  jets splash across  her cheeks, and  chin before she
recovers and plunges forwards  to gulp down the  remainder of my load.
As my spasms  subside she  nurses on  my prick  until it  has softened
completely, then sits  back on her  heels to grin  up at  me, a greasy
rope of semen hanging obscenely from the point of her chin.


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"Did I do good?" she asks, as the glob of cum breaks free and falls to
land on the  string joining the  tiny triangles of  cloth covering her
nipples.

"The best." I reply, as I lift her upwards and wash her chest and face
clean with my tongue, before thrusting it between her lips and licking
all over the inside of her mouth.  I hug her tight for a minute or two
as I recover, marvelling that one so  young can give so much pleasure.
Finally I lift her to her feet and fasten my shorts, saying "We better
get cleaned up."

With a whoop,  Mara runs after  the retreating tide  and splashes into
the water, on still wobbly legs, I slowly follow  her.  As I come near
where she is standing nipple deep in the water, she splashes me in the
face.  With a roar I dive beneath her and catching her legs I drag her
beneath the waves.   When  I get my  feet under  me and  stand up Mara
wraps her arms about my neck and presents  pursed lips to me as though
asking for a kiss.   As I dip my  head to comply, she  shoots a jet of
water in my face and putting her feet in  my belly pushes off before I
can seize her and administer chastisement.

Feeling something slimy slide past my leg I reach down and encounter a
piece of seaweed,   with an inward grin  I take it and  plunge after a
giggling  Mara.    A  short  chase  ensues  before  I  catch  her  and
deliberately suck up a mouthful of water,  I get her in the ear as she
shakes her head to avoid  my retaliatory strike.   She then squeals in
outrage, as  I take  my true  revenge  and stuff  the rope  of seaweed
through the back of her bikini bottoms and tie it in place.

She has to remove her bottoms  completely, so she can  see the knot to
untie it, scowling at  my perfidy all the  time.  When  she finally is
able to throw the seaweed at  me I snatch the scrap  of cloth from her
hands and pull her to me before she can get away.

She struggles in my  grasp until I slide  a hand between  her legs and
gently tweak her clitoris, suddenly her struggles cease as I pinch and
rub her rapidly hardening clit.  I caress along the length of her slit
with gentle  fingers,  teasing  the entrance  to  her  vagina  but not
entering its still sore confines.  She  rapidly soars to a climax, her
thighs clamping tight  on my  hand as  she squeals  out her  joy, then
relaxes to rest her head on my shoulder.

Suddenly we hear the faint pealing of a  bell and Mara's head jerks up
from my shoulder.   "That's Mum ringing  for us," she  informs me, "we
have to go back now."  I quickly help her back into her bathers and we
head for base of the headland, we scramble over the rocks and run over
the sand to  collect our  things.  We  rinse the  salt water  from our
bodies under the shower,  where Mara strips off  her bikini and wrings
the excess  water from  it, I  follow  suit then  shut off  the water.
Enfolding Mara in a towel, I swiftly rub her dry, she then returns the
favour, though I have  to attend to my  own head and  shoulders.  Mara
throws her towel around her shoulders,  while I wrap mine sarong style
about my waist, we  are just starting up  the steps as  the bell peals
out again above us.

Sherry meets us at back door,  a large brass bell in  her hand.  "Toss
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it gets any colder." she instructs us.  When I head for my room to put
some clothes on, Sherry  stops me, saying, "Later.   Your breakfast is
on the table."

Together we troop into the kitchen, and  take our places at the table,
steaming bowls of porridge  before us.   Opposite me Mara  has let her
towel drop to the seat and  is sitting unconcernedly naked, shovelling
her breakfast into  her mouth.   Sherry is  not eating  and I  ask her
"Where is everybody else?"

"Carl has left for work and  Mike is next door  with Brendan."  Sherry
informs me.

Once we have eaten I say to Sherry, "I saw 'The Flash' this morning."

"'The Flash'. What's that?"

"When the Sun  turns green for  a second as  it rises.   It was called
'The Flash' in a book I read once." I explain.

"Oh, I know what  you mean, Carl's seen  it once or twice  when he was
out on the trawler. You were very lucky you  know, he says its rare as
hens teeth.  How did you manage to see it?"

"Well, I got an  early wake up call,"  I glare at Mara  who just grins
back at me, "and while I was stretching in the doorway I saw it."

"Yeah he sure looked funny." Mara giggles.

"What do you mean?" Sherry asks Mara.

Mara turns several shades of pink, and  looks at her plate, not saying
anything.

"Well?"  Sherry verbally prods her daughter.

"What she's 'not'  trying to say  is that she  got an  eyeful when she
woke me up this morning."  I explain,   "You see I usually sleep naked
and as I  had had only  about three hours  sleep, I rolled  out of bed
without thinking.   It  was only  when  Mara started  giggling  that I
realised that something was up."

I realise I've  made a  poor choice  of words  as Mara  giggles again,
gulping the word "up" between titters.

Sherry raises  an  eyebrow,  "Up?" she  asks,  worlds  of  meaning are
contained in that one word.

"Uh, my bladder was a little on the full side."  I explain.

"Oh!  Well that explains that."

"I'll wear jocks to bed from now on."  I promise.

"Don't worry about it,  we're pretty casual around  here anyway.  It's
just that yours  was probably  the first  actual erection  she's seen,
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"Uh, what do you  want me to do  if she uh, makes  inquiries?"  I ask,
trying to avoid giving the 'little big ears' opposite me any ideas.

"Well you did such  a good job with  her little brother,  why don't we
see what you  can do with  Mara right now."   Sherry  says, putting me
right on the spot.

"Uh, how far do you want me to go?"

"Just why you were  the way you were  this morning, I  think."  Sherry
says.

I turn to Mara, who has been following our conversation with interest,
she now looks at me expectantly.

"Mara," I say, "you  know how my  penis was standing  up this morning,
well it sometimes gets that way  if I need to go  to the toilet really
bad.  You  see the  muscles that  stop me  from peeing  sometimes make
other muscles tighten up so blood can get  into my penis but can't get
out again, like if you wind  a piece of string  around your finger the
tip goes purple and it gets hard too."

"So how do you pee then?"  Mara asks.

"I have to relax and wait for the blood to drain away.  I tell her.

Sherry nods  her approval  at my  explanation,  however Mara  has only
devilry in mind when she asks her next question.  "But I saw a dog the
other day and  his penis was  red and hard,  but her  wasn't trying to
pee, he was making it go in and out of a girl dog's pussy. "  she then
giggles and repeats "dog's pussy" then begins laughing uncontrollably.

I look to  Sherry for  guidance, she shrugs  her shoulders  and sighs,
"You might as well tell her the rest."

I wait for Mara's laughter to  subside to intermittent giggles and ask
her to  get me  a pencil  and  some paper,  when she  returns  she has
herself under  control.   I quickly  sketch the  appropriate diagrams,
answering "Because it  seems pretty stupid  to draw it  soft, when the
subject is sex." when Sherry asks why I've drawn an erect penis.

I then repeat the  lesson of the previous  evening, further edited for
Sherry's (or is it my) sake.  I look to her at each point for guidance
but she remains  silent from  beginning to end,  even when  I begin to
talk about the pleasurable aspects of sex.

"Well I think that about covers everything."  Sherry comments once I'm
finished.  To me she continues,  "You did a pretty  good job, how come
you're so knowledgeable,  it doesn't seem  like that's  the first time
you've given that explanation.

I turn to Mara and say, "Mara, would you please go out and play on the
trampoline or something  for a  while, I want  to talk  to your mother
alone."  She  goes into  her room to  get dressed  then heads outside.
Once I hear the  springs creaking, I say  to Sherry, "Can  I have your
word to keep quiet about this,  I don't want to  get other people into
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week, well did you know I ended up  looking after two girls in someone
else's house?"

"Yes, Liam told me about it." Sherry replies.

"Well Katy  managed  to  find one  of  the  more  explicit pornography
magazines (I guess it  was left behind  by her eldest  brother when he
moved out.) while we were moving  some blankets up to  the house and I
didn't find out about it until  the two of them  were half way through
it.  When I caught them giggling over it they started asking questions
and I figured the  best thing to do  was to give them  the full story.
And it was a good thing  I caught them with the book,  as it turns out
that Lena is  already sexually  active and did  not have  a clue about
where baby's came from."

"Oh!  Well I hope you were in time?"

"Me too, it should be O.K.  though, from what she  says the times were
wrong.  I'm going to give her a box of condoms when get back."  I say.

"You can count me  in for a box  too, I don't care  what the law says.
Breaking Joh's" (The corrupt, though puritanical  state premier of the
time) "stupid law, is  better than a teenage  pregnancy." Sherry tells
me.

Suddenly, Sherry notices that I am trying to conceal my erection under
my towel, and comments,  "I see all  that talk and  thinking about sex
has had an effect on you."

"I'm sorry." I try to apologise.

Sherry, however, just laughs "Don't worry about it."  she says, adding
suggestively, "Maybe we can do something  about it."  My eyebrows head
for the nape of  my neck and Sherry  nods in answer  to my questioning
look.

"What about?", and I  jerk my head  in the direction  of the squeaking
trampoline as I begin to think with my little head.

"Oh!  Good point." she says, "Mara Honey." she calls out.

"Yes Mum?"  Mara asks from the doorway a moment later.

"Geoff and I  need to talk  for a while  longer, why don't  you go and
play next door until I call you?  And don't say anything about what he
told you to anybody.   Brenda will decide  when it's time  to tell her
kids. O.K.?"

"O.K. Mum."  Mara says, and scurries off.

"Well that takes  care of  that problem.   Now let's  see about taking
care of yours."   With  this Sherry stands  up and  walks to  my room.
Nervously I get up and follow her.

In the bedroom, Sherry  pushes me backwards to  sit on the  end of the
bed and opens the towel to  expose my cock, which  has now subsided to
half mast.  Standing in front  of me she peels  her boob-tube off over
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unfastens her shorts and lets  them fall to the  floor.  Sherry stands
before me with only a very brief pair of white lace panties concealing
her pussy  from  my  gaze, as  I  look  between her  legs  I  notice a
spreading patch of wetness staining the  gusset of her knickers.  With
a gesture she indicates that she wants me to remove them for her.

With trembling hands  I reach out  and grasp the  waistband and slowly
work her knickers downwards to reveal a neatly trimmed bush, shaved to
a strip only  an inch or  so wide, above  her clean shaven  cleft.  My
nose is assaulted by a heady  odour as my hands pass  the level of her
pussy, the wet  fabric briefly  adhering to  her labia  before pulling
away, strings of clear  pussy juice stretching between  the gusset and
her vulva, snapping as I work her knickers over the widest part of her
thighs.  Moving my hands a little lower I release her knickers to fall
on top of her shorts.

I lift my gaze past her  face to grin up into her  face from which she
looks down at me with lust filled eyes.  A light pressure of her hands
on the back of my  head tells me what  she wants me to  do, I place my
hands on her hips  and follow her lead,  blowing a stream  of warm air
over her pubes, I listen to her moan softly in the back of her throat.
At the last moment  I veer aside to  blow a sustained  zoober into her
navel.  She yelps in surprise  and as she collapses,  I swing her body
so she falls  on the bed,  landing on her  back with her  knees at the
edge.  I  roll on  top of her  and lift  myself to  straddle her hips,
leaning forwards I silence  her protests by pressing  my lips to hers,
sliding my tongue in to wrestle briefly with hers.

I withdraw momentarily, kiss  her eyes closed then  proceed to explore
every square inch of her body with my tongue.  I lap over her forehead
and quivering eyelids before licking over her high cheekbone to thrust
my tongue into her  ear then nibble briefly  on her earlobe.   I trace
the line of her  jaw with little nips  and licks over her  chin to her
other ear.  I cover her throat and  shoulders with my lips and tongue,
then drag my tongue over the fine stubble  in her armpit and along her
arm to suck briefly on each of her fingers.   I give her other arm the
same treatment then trace around her breasts in a figure eight, slowly
contracting the loops until  my tongue encounters  the rougher texture
of her aereoli.  She groans in  frustration when I abandon her heaving
chest to track  along the  bottom of her  rib cage,  before laving her
abdomen from pubis to ribs, carefully avoiding her navel.

I then drag my tongue  upwards over her torso  tracing the center line
of her body from just  above her pulsating clitoris,  she jumps when I
dip briefly into her navel then continue onwards along the line of her
sternum, over her throat, chin, lips nose and forehead.  Only now do I
return to her breasts  to feel her writhe  and moan as I  suck and nip
momentarily on each of her engorged nipples.

She moans and lifts her hips off the bed as  I drag my tongue over her
swollen labia lapping up the strongly  flavoured, musky juices flowing
copiously from her vagina, over  the crack of her  arse to a spreading
wet patch on the bed.  She moans and thrusts  her hips at me trying to
get me to  pays some  attention to the  clitoris which  is peeping out
from beneath her pubes.  She groans  loudly and her hips collapse back
to he bed when I ignore her  pleading invitation, to continue down her
legs to her feet.  I  remove the knickers hanging  from her left ankle
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As soon as  I roll  her over she  begins grinding  her mound  into the
bedspread trying to achieve some  sort of relief, as  I drag my tongue
hard over the soles of her feet, her toes  curl up tightly.  My tongue
is tiring as I work up the backs of her legs, pausing to nibble on the
sensitive area behind her knees, then over her thighs to sink my teeth
into the firm flesh of her buttocks.  She  lifts her hips from the bed
as I separate the cheeks and clean up the juices that have flowed from
her vagina into the cleft of her arse.

Her body goes  completely rigid  and she bites  into the  pillow, as I
stiffen my tongue and thrust it into the crinkled pucker that winks at
me from between her quivering buttocks.

By now my  tongue is  so tired that  I decide  to forego  her back and
shoulders and roll her back over and plunge my tongue directly between
her swollen labia  into the overheated  furnace of her  vagina.  Again
she goes rigid  then emits  a muffled scream  as I  separate her pussy
lips and suck her clitoris into my  mouth, although it is smaller than
Katy's there is still enough for me to do my suck, nip and pull on it,
on the third repeat her legs squeeze tight  on my ears, she cums hard,
thrashing and bucking all over the  bed, muffled screams emerging from
somewhere above me.  When  her thighs release my  head I crawl upwards
over her body  to rest on  my elbows above  her, my  eyes looking into
hers.

She spits the corner of a pillow from  between her teeth and groans up
at me, "Jeezus Christ!  Where the fuck did you  learn to give a girl a
trip around the world?" She asks.

"Natural talent?"  I  grin down at  her, pussy juice  dripping from my
chin.

"No way, you did my arse  like a pro. Where did you  pick THAT up?  It
was years before Carl would do that."

There was no way I was  going to tell her that  the first arsehole I'd
sucked belonged to a nine year old girl,  so I settle for an enigmatic
grin.

"Well Mr 'Natural Talent', I want you fuck me NOW."

Lifting my hips I reach between  us and guide the head  of my prick to
rest at the  entrance to  her vagina for  a moment  before I  slide it
home, deep  into the  warm, wet,  confines of  her pussy,  which still
ripples with the aftershocks of her tremendous orgasm.

Suddenly Sherry stiffens and  stares like a frightened  rabbit past my
shoulder at something.   I  turn slowly  to see  Mara standing  in the
doorway staring goggle eyed at the junction of our bodies.

"Mara Lauren Hardy!" Sherry yells as she shoves me off her body, "What
are you doing here?"

Mara holds up her bikini and speaks in a scared little voice, "Barbara
is taking us down to the beach so I came to get my bathers and I heard
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"Yes Honey,  we were."   Sherry  answers, softening  her voice  as she
realises how she is scaring her daughter.

"But what about Daddy, don't  you love him any  more?" Mara asks, fear
still apparent in her voice.

"Oh Honey, of course I do, we were just having  a bit of fun."  Sherry
says, "Are you going to tell him?"

Suddenly Mara realises that it is she who  has the upper hand, "Not if
I can watch you." she bargains.

Sherry groans and  hides her  face, while I  wink at  a grinning Mara.
Mara jumps onto the bed and hugs  her mother. "Please?"  she wheedles,
her head pressed to Sherry's breast.

Sherry pushes her daughter  back and looks into  her eyes, "You really
want to do this?" she asks and Mara  nods earnestly.  "Well you better
go and make sure nobody comes looking for you then."

Mara hugs and showers kisses on  both of us then  hurries off.  Sherry
and I sit  up on the  end of the  bed and look  at each  other.  "What
now?"  she asks.

"I guess we give her a practical  demonstration of the theory I taught
her this morning." I reply.

"You're taking this pretty calmly."  Sherry observes.

"When the alternative is getting out of the country before lunch time,
I'm calm, I'm calm."

"Good point."  Sherry laughs a trifle hysterically.

Slipping my hand between her  legs, I continue, "And  since the cat IS
out of the bag, we might  as well make the beast of  it.  After all an
audience is always good to spice things up."

"I guess, you're right"  Sherry replies wriggling on  my fingers, "and
you know what?   The idea of it  being a seven year  old girl makes it
even spicier." She reaches over and  fists my stiffening shaft, "I see
the idea is getting to you too."

I blush and admit that it is.

"You like the idea that my little baby girl watches while you put this
big nasty cock  in my  hot, wet pussy,  don't you?"   she  asks as she
continues to fist my now rigid member.

I groan as she continues, "Are you  thinking about me sucking your fat
disgusting prick while my  innocent little daughter  watches you force
your swollen piece of man meat between my pouting red lips?"  Her hand
drops between her thighs  force mine harder against  her drooling fuck
slit."

Sherry is getting more and more  worked up as she  gets right into her
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fat,  nasty,  fuck   stick  into   my  innocent  baby   girl's  tight,
defenceless, little, seven year old fuck hole?"

"OHHH FUUUUUUUCK!"  I  groan  as I  collapse  backwards,  spraying cum
everywhere.  The first  spurt jets up to  streak my face  from chin to
brow, the next, weaker,  spurts spatter my chest  and stomach the last
few dribble out to coat my  aching cock and Sherry's  hand.  Beside me
Sherry is in the throes of her own  massive climax and her hand leaves
my still twitching groin  to savagely maul her  tits, while she forces
my hand  aside  and jams  four  fingers into  her  drooling  cunt with
painful  force,  whilst  she   chants  "YESSS,     YESSSSSS,    OHHHH,
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" between clenched teeth.

As we slowly recover we notice Mara  is standing in the doorway again,
looking on in wide eyed amazement.

"Are you all right Mummy?  I told them you  wanted me to come home and
help you with something."   Mara tells  us, adding, "And  I locked the
doors too."

"Yes I'm fine Honey, I was just feeling  good like Geoff told you this
morning.  And you're a very smart  girl for thinking about locking the
doors."  Sherry praises her daughter.

"Mummy, is  that  his  sperm?"  She  asks,  pointing  at  my liberally
bespattered body.

"Yes it is."

"Then how am I going to watch you, if you already made it squirt out?"
she asks.

"Well we'll just have to get  him ready again, wont  we?"  Sherry says
to her bug-eyed daughter.

"You mean you want me  to help you?" Mara  squeals, clapping her hands
with glee.

"Uh, Huh." Sherry nods, "Why don't you take your clothes off?"

Mara wastes no time  and ten seconds  later her dress  and little girl
knickers lie in a crumpled heap  on the floor as  she stands before us
her puffy little mound thrust forwards in proud display.

"Come here and  taste this  Honey."  Sherry  says as  she holds  out a
finger coated in sperm.

Mara looks at it curiously, "What is it Mummy?"

"It's nice, tasty cream.   See?" Sherry  says, as she  opens her mouth
and sucks one finger clean.  "Now you try it."

Mara acts a little scared as she  leans forwards and takes a tentative
lick at her  mother's sperm  coated finger.   A  smile appears  on her
lips, "It's yummy!" she  declares as she grabs  her mother's wrist and
carefully laps up every morsel of my sexual secretions on her mother's
hand.  "Can I have some more?" she begs of her mother.



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A lustful light gleams anew in Sherry's eyes as she wipes up a dribble
of sperm from my chest and offers it to her hungry daughter.

Mara greedily sucks her  mother's finger clean  and complains, "That's
too slow."  She then climbs  on the bed and leans over  to lap the cum
directly from my face, chest and stomach.  She follows the trail lower
until she is licking all over my twitching prick and balls.

Sherry looks on in  totally dumbfounded amazement.   She feels my gaze
and asks, "Why are you looking at me?"

I reply,  "A  headjob's  a headjob,  but  your  expression  is totally
priceless."

"Look Mummy," Mara's  voice distracts  us, "it's getting  bigger." she
says, her tiny  fist holds  my halfway hard  prick up  to her mother's
gaze.

"Put it in your mouth and  suck it Honey, that will  make it grow even
faster."

My cock is still  small enough for  Mara to take  it completely inside
her lips, but her head is forced  backwards as it rapidly grows, until
Mara is sucking baby-like on only  the crown and the  first inch or so
of my shaft.

Sherry observes  this  for a  while  idly teasing  her  clit  with her
fingertips, then gently lifts her daughter's  head from my groin. "Not
quite, you do it like this Honey." she tells Mara and proceeds to give
me a very professional blowjob.   Lena may have  a natural talent, but
Sherry has years of practice behind  her and I am  soon ready to spray
her tonsils.

Sherry pulls back just before I cum, and looks at her daughter, "There
that's how you do  it."  She  restrains Mara as  she immediately dives
for my cock, "You better wait  a minute, until he calms  down a bit or
he'll squirt before you're ready."

"O.K. Mummy, can I look at your pussy while I wait?"  Mara asks.

"Yeah," I grin, "Can we look at your pussy."

Sherry grins back at me, "Why not?"

I sit up and push Sherry onto her back and she props herself up on her
elbows.  With clinical precision I hold Sherry's labia apart and point
out the various  features of her  mother's genitals  to Mara, fondling
each part  until Sherry  is  panting and  her  hips gyrate  in  a slow
rhythm.

"Can I touch it Mummy?"

Sherry hisses, "Yesss!" and her hips jerk as Mara reaches out a finger
to trace from  her mother's  clit to her  vaginal opening  where it is
swallowed to the  last knuckle.   Mara withdraws  her finger  from her
mother's gaping cunny and critically  examines its glistening coating.
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"You taste nice too Mummy."   Mara says, as she  returns her finger to
Sherry's drooling fuck slit for more.

"Oh, put another finger in!" Sherry gasps, her head thrown back.

Mara grins wickedly as I whisper some instructions in her ear.  Sherry
grunts and her head snaps forwards  as Mara follows my instructions by
forming a  fist  and  forcing it  with  an  obscene  squelch  into her
mother's overflowing fuck  hole, sinking in  to just  below her elbow.
Mara then leans forwards to suck hard on her mother's swollen clitoris
while she pumps her  arm in and out.   I'm slap my  hand over Sherry's
mouth as the volume of her cries becomes louder and louder as her body
thrashes wildly all  over the  bed.  Suddenly  she stiffens,  her hips
thrusting up  and down  as she  spasms  over and  over  again, cumming
continuously for  nearly three  minutes until  she finally  slide into
unconsciousness and her body goes limp as a wet dishrag.

Mara withdraws her arm with an  obscene slurp, and shakes some feeling
back into  it.   "Wow, it  felt like  you  was going  to break  my arm
Mummy." she says, then  noticing her mother's closed  eyes and lack of
movement she asks, concernedly, "Is Mummy all right?"

"She's fine," I  say, "You just  made her feel  so good  that she fell
asleep for a minute."

A look of relief passes over Mara's face.  Suddenly Sherry's arm snaps
out and she grabs a handful  of my hair, pulling  me towards her until
our faces are  only inches  apart. "You bastard!"   she  hisses as me,
"You told her to  do that, didn't  you?  That  has got to  be the most
incredible thing I've ever felt."  Having  said this she pulls my lips
to hers, our teeth  grind together as  gives me the  most violent kiss
I've ever  received, her  teeth scraping  a  little painfully  over my
tongue, when she invades my mouth I  return the favour, chewing on her
tongue.

When we part Sherry pushes  me over onto my  back, saying, "He's ready
for you now Mara".

Mara squeals with  delight and  starts working my  cock over  like her
mother had shown  her before, slobbering  wetly all  along its length,
sucking hard on the tip, and  sliding her hands up  and down the slick
length of my shaft.  Removing  her lips from my  glans she changes her
hand motions, so  that when  one hand is  moving upwards  the other is
moving down  to  meet it,  then  reversing directions  her  lower hand
moving to strike  my pubic  bone as the  upper massages  over the head
then returning to  a more  conventional motion  as her  mouth descends
once more to engulf my cock  head.  As my balls  churn and tighten for
the first time,  Sherry snakes her  hand under Mara's  and pressed her
thumb hard at the base of  my penis, just as I  begin jerking with now
dry spasms.

Sherry gently squeezes and fondles my balls  as she tells Mara to keep
working on my now hypersensitive cock and she quickly ramps me towards
another climax.  Again  Sherry denies me  my release.   Five time they
tease me  to a  dry orgasm,  until my  hips are  jerking so  hard that
Sherry has to sit on my thighs so that  Mara can maintain her lip lock
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tight that it feel like it is splitting and my balls throb with a dull
burning ache.  Finally on the sixth peak Sherry allows my release.

My balls boil  over, and it  feels like someone  has thrust  a red hot
wire along the length  of my urethra  as my cum  completes the journey
that has  been  denied  to it  five  times  before.   I  groan  at the
incredible pleasure/pain  as the  first jet  streams into  Mara's tiny
mouth, already her cheeks bulge dangerously  as my cum fills her mouth
to overflowing.  Mara holds on like a  trooper as the second jet burns
it's lava like course through my cock a small dribble of white leaking
from the corner of her mouth.  The third spurt is too much for her and
she has to  release my  cock as  my sperm  bubbles obscenely  from her
nose.   The next  splashes across  her  face and  chest in  a diagonal
stripe running from  above her  right eye to  her left  nipple, as she
swallows convulsively and snorts her nose clear.

After that,  the  last thing  I  remember is  Sherry  locking  onto my
spasming cock, sucking as if  she wanted to pull  my balls out through
my prick.    I recover to feel  Mara's gentle lips on  my prick as she
carefully licks me clean.  When she feels  me stir she  sits lifts her
head and observes, "You  sure squirted a lot  of sperm."   I look from
her semen streaked features to  Sherry's, she too has  blobs of my cum
dribbling from her nostrils.

"I hope I didn't drown anybody." I joke weakly.

Mara giggles and Sherry asks, "Well how did you like it?"

"It feels like you put my dick through a  mincer," I tell her, "It was
great."

I groan and struggle to a sitting position, then look down to where my
cock has shrunk to a tiny inch long nubbin  and it feels like the skin
has been  flayed  from  it,  bellow, my  balls  throb  in  time  to my
heartbeat.

Finally I recover enough to  leer evilly at Mara,  who retreats into a
huddled ball in the corner, "Your turn, little girl." I say in my best
sepulchral tone.

She lets  out a  long drawn  out "Nooooooooo."  before spoiling  it by
giggling.

Together Sherry and I drag a squirming, giggling Mara from the corner,
and stretch  her  out between  us,  pinning  an arm  and  a  leg each.
Leaning over Mara's body I whisper in Sherry's ear, she grins and nods
at what I say.   We stand up  face to face and  suspend Mara, with her
back to  me, between  us by  her  arms enjoying  her  feeble, giggling
attempts to escape.   Together we proceed  to give Mara  a tongue bath
starting with her  fingers and  slowly lifting her  higher until  I am
able to  thrust my  tongue between  her  buttocks and  into  her tight
little arsehole.  In front  Sherry is licking all  over the outside of
Mara's literally  dripping  quim.   By  now the  sounds  emerging from
Mara's lips have alternated  several times between  giggles and little
moans, settling on  the latter  as we continue  to work  on her little
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Next comes the truly diabolical  part of my plan  as we exchange front
for back and top  for bottom.  Starting  again at Mara's  head we work
our tongues over her body, as I pass her chest I nip on her tiny erect
nipples, this time we  bypass her genitals and  backside completely as
we work down/up her legs to her tiny little  feet.  I suck Mara's toes
entirely into my mouth as  Sherry chews gently on  the heels.  Lifting
her higher we both lower our lips to the junction of Mara's legs.

When our heads  bump together, we  confer over  Mara's saturated slit,
then lower  her  to the  bed.    Sherry starts  kissing  all  over her
daughter's face as I curl Mara  into a ball and  lick from arsehole to
clit.  When she cums with a  shriek, Sherry silences her daughter with
her lips as I continue to  assault Mara's quivering groin.   I wet all
my fingers with the  copious juices flowing from  the pulsating vagina
before me, before working my ring  finger into her tight pink arsehole
and the two others into  the squeezing, vice like  grip of her vagina.
My lips and  teeth suck  and nip  on her  clit as  I begin  sliding my
fingers in and out of Mara's clenching holes.

My relentless assault continues until it  is Mara's turn to lapse into
unconsciousness.  We  both sit back,  me with my  fingers still inside
her, and  watch her  until  she returns  to  the land  of  the living.
"Oooohhh."  she groans as I now extract my fingers from her body.

"How do you feel Honey?"  Sherry asks as her daughter stretches like a
cat.

"Like I just went through the blow hole."  She replies, "And I want to
do it all over again."

I get up  from the floor  to sit  on the edge  of the  bed, and Sherry
moves to sit likewise, her daughter between us.  She reaches, with one
hand, across  Mara's  recumbent  body to  fist  my  now  recovered and
rampant member, the other  plays at her daughters  tiny slit. I twitch
as she  asks,  "How'd you  like  shove this,"  <Squeeze>  "into here,"
<poke> "and split my baby girl in two?"

Mara struggles up  onto her  elbows and objects,  "I want  Daddy to be
first Mummy."

"Well I want  to watch  you get  fucked NOW  Mara!" Sherry  says, lust
rising in her eyes as her fantasy takes hold once more. "No buts!" she
says as Mara tries to object once more.

I give Sherry a little shake and when she  looks at me, I say, "Wrong!
She doesn't want me to, she wants her father."

"But her father never  will."  She  protests, "Don't you  want to fuck
her." she asks, suddenly changing her tack,  trying to make it look to
Mara like I don't want her.

"Stop it Sherry!" I say, giving her another shake, "Of course I'd love
to fuck her.   She's got the  tightest, hottest little  hole I've ever
encountered, but I'm not going to take from her what she wants to give
to her father."

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"Mara's got  to  find  that  out  for  herself."  I  say,  then  start
whispering in her ear, "Besides if it makes  you hot to think about ME
jamming my prick  into your  baby girls tight  little hole,  think how
much hotter it would  be to have  your husband's big,  fat, nasty cock
pumping in and  out of his  defenceless little  daughter's bald little
cunt." Sherry's hand slides down into her lap and begins to feverishly
massaging her entire  crotch, as I  continue.   "Stretching her small,
hairless pussy until she squeals like a  stuck pig, and filling her up
with big greasy curds of the same gooey spunk that made her inside you
nearly eight years ago.   Pounding away in her  tight little fuck hole
until his seed overflows her tight,  quivering little pussy and spurts
out around his bludgeoning  fuck meat and coating  the big hairy balls
that are slapping against her tiny little pink arsehole."

I keep my lips  by Sherry's ear as  she falls backwards  onto the bed,
four fingers of one hand plunging in and out  of her cunt as the other
begins to maul her breasts.  "Does the nasty, dirty minded, SLUT of an
INCESTUOUS mother like  the idea of  her tiny,  little, innocent, baby
girl, bouncing up  and down  on her Daddy's  swollen fuck  pole like a
WHORE?"   I say  in a  hissing  whisper, Sherry  shrieks and  jams her
entire fist into her cunt as her other hand twists and pulls viscously
on her  nipples, while  Mara looks  on in  amazement, her  own fingers
fluttering busily in her lap.

I continue  "Does that  excite you,  are you  thinking about  you big,
strong, virile husband pounding  his BABY daughter's  tiny little body
into the mattress as he  sprays her womb with  his potent seed, trying
to plant a baby in YOUR baby."  Sherry's body jerks convulsively. "Oh,
you like that, do you?   Does thinking about your  seven year old BABY
daughter finishing the third  grade with her  belly as big  as a beach
ball excite the bad, nasty, depraved mummy."

Sherry's body  flops  like a  landed  fish as  she  breathes, "Yessss.
Yesss.  Ohhhh  fuck yesss."  over and  over again,  finally I  have to
forcibly remove her  hand from  her cunt  before she  is able  to stop
cumming.  I cuddle Mara in my lap  idly stroking her slit and fondling
her clit.  I tease Mara through two small orgasms in the time it takes
for her  mother to  recover from  what  was the  most  mind shattering
climax I've ever witnessed.

When she is finally able to  move she struggles to  her knees and hugs
both of us, "I'm sorry Mara, I should never  have tried to make you do
something you didn't  want to  do."  To  me, she  says, "And  you, you
bastard, stop reading.  If you  learn anything else, your next partner
is not going to survive the experience."

"I take it I did good then?"  I grin at her.

"Good! Good you lousy bastard, you were fucking magnificent."

"And I didn't  even touch  you." I  notice the  clock on  the dresser,
"Shit, it's nearly eleven  o'clock we better get  this brothel cleaned
up." I say as I survey the saturated shambles we have made of the bed.

Sherry giggles at my  choice of words.   "You two go ahead  and have a
shower while I clean the room up." She tells us. "Open up the doors on
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I pull some clean  clothes from my bag  and scoop up  Mara's dress and
panties from the floor, while  Mara goes to unlock  the front and back
doors.

In the bathroom Mara and I  have a quick shower  then towel each other
dry.  Once we are dressed we return  to find my room transformed, neat
as a pin and positively reeking of air freshener.  The washing machine
rumbles in the laundry.   Sherry emerges from her  room dressed in her
bathers, a high cut, lemon yellow  one piece with a plunging neckline.
"Could you two make some sandwiches while I go and have a swim and get
Mike?" she asks us.

"Sure." we agree, as Sherry hurries out the back door.

"Oh, by  the way,  you spilled  your  tea on  the bed  while  you were
changing Geoff"  She calls over her shoulder.

In the kitchen Mara and I swiftly turn a  loaf of bread into a mixture
of ham, corned  beef and salad  sandwiches, then  attack the breakfast
dishes that are still lying about.

As we work Mara starts questioning me.  "What were you saying to Mummy
that got her so excited Geoff?"

"Um, I  was  saying  some  things  that  made  her  have  really  sexy
thoughts." I answer.

"Yeah, but WHAT did you say?"  she asks, handing me some tomatoes from
the fridge.

"Things  that  I  don't  think  you  need  to  know  about  yet."    I
prevaricate.

"But I know  all about  sex, why can't  you tell  me what  you said to
Mummy?"

I stop working to kneel down and turn Mara to  me so I am looking into
her eyes.  "Mara, you are  still very young, you  are doing things now
that most girls don't do until  they are much older.   I've told you a
lot about sex, but not  everything, you have to  believe me that there
are some things about sex that you really  are too young to know about
yet.  And  some of  the things I  was saying  to your  mother are like
that.

"I will say this though, your mother really likes the idea of your dad
having sex with you and I think she will help you with him now. O.K.?"

"I guess so, but I think you're mean." she assents reluctantly.

I rise from my knees, and continue  with the lunch preparations.  Mara
digests my words for a few  minutes then remarks, "I  guess I can make
Mummy do what I want now, if she's not supposed to have sex with me."

'Uh-oh,' I think, I've got  to head off this  line of thought quickly.
"Wrong!"  I say, "If you  try to do that you're just  going to cause a
lot of trouble."

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"Think about it for a minute.   If your mum starts  to do extra things
for you, who's going to be the first to notice?"  I ask.

"Mike, I guess."

"And if Mike notices you getting  special treatment what's he going to
do?"

She thinks for a moment before answering, "Uh, spy on us to see why?"

"Right.  And what do you think he's going to do when he finds out what
you're up to?"

"Tell Daddy.   But that's  all right because  I'm going  to fuck Daddy
too."

"Not yet though.  And if  her finds out the wrong  way he's just going
to be mad and you'll never get to fuck him."

"Oh!" she says in a small voice.

"Even if that  didn't happen, what  would happen if  Mike told Brendan
and Brendan told his mother and then she  told someone else and so on,
pretty soon every body is going  to hear about it,  then you, your mum
and dad and me  would all get into  a lot of trouble,  all because you
were greedy and tried to make your mum your slave."

In an even smaller voice, she says "Oh!"

"Exactly.  So you see you've  got to be just the  same little girl for
your mum and dad that you were before."

Mara stands in silent reverie while she thinks about what I have said.
While she ponders upon my words I  finish cutting lunch, cover it with
glad wrap and put the plates in the fridge.

As I start gathering the breakfast  dishes Mara speaks, "You're right,
and I thought of something else too, I don't  like it if I'm forced me
to play with someone I don't like.  I guess Mummy would feel like that
too, if I made her do things for me."

"Good girl,  I didn't  think of  that,  but you're  right if  you make
someone do something, that should be  fun, that they really don't want
to, they just get mad and try to spoil  it.  Now enough deep thoughts,
start drying the dishes."

"But I don't want to."  Mara say's with an impudent grin.

"Ha, ha", I say, flicking her bum with the tea towel before handing it
to her.  She sticks out  her tongue as she snatches  the cloth from my
hand and begins wiping plates.  She puts away the last plate as Sherry
returns with Mike in tow,  fifteen minutes later Carl  pulls up in the
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Chapter 15              - A SPANKING.



After lunch  Mike,  before  he has  finished  chewing  his  last bite,
scampers back to his friend next door while  Carl leans back and has a
final cup of coffee  before returning to his  work at the construction
site.  "How are you liking it here?" he asks.

"It's been pretty good so far,  except for an early wake  up call."  I
say, glaring at a grinning Mara.  "Though I did get to see 'the flash'
where sun turn green, so it had it's compensations."

"Lucky sod,  When  I was working the  prawn trawlers I'd  watch for it
every morning and I've only seen it twice."  He grumbles, cheerfully.

"And Mara saw  a 'flash' of  a different kind."   Sherry  says, as she
starts the campaign of bringing her  husband into her newly discovered
fun and games.  Though a little warning would have been nice.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well it seems out  guest sleeps in the  raw and with  less than three
hours sleep, he didn't  think about the  show he was  putting on until
his alarm clock  started giggling  at his butt.   And  to top  it off,
excessive pressure in his bladder  had left him with  a piss hardon of
monumental proportions."  Sherry explains, enjoying my discomfiture.

"Sherry!" Carl scolds, flicking his eyes at a giggling Mara.

"Don't worry  about it,  Mara got  the full  scoop this  morning after
breakfast."

"Everything?" Carl asks incredulously.

"Well, we tried to limit it to the mechanics of bladder over pressure,
but she was just  too smart for us  Paw.  You remember  those two dogs
you turned  the  hose  on  before  your  impressionable  children  saw
anything?"  Carl nods.   "Well you weren't quick  enough with the hose
and Mara saw enough to start putting two  and two together.  I decided
that it would be better if she  got the whole story accurately instead
of letting her try to find out for herself.  You know what she is like
with questions."

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Sherry laughs, "It was  Geoff who told her.   I decided  that since he
started it, he should finish it.  He did a  damned good job of it too,
I must say."

Carl gives me a strange look  that I can't interpret.   His chair then
scrapes backwards  as  he  rises, saying,  "Well  talking  doesn't put
dinner on the  table, I've  got to  get back  to work.   See  you this
evening."  With that he slaps his hat on and heads for the truck.

"I can't believe you did that." I say.

Sherry grins, "Why  not?   Now I think  we need  to have  a long talk,
before Mara starts getting above her station."

"Maybe not that long," I say, "We covered the blackmail angle while we
made lunch and  I'm pretty  sure I convinced  Mara how  dangerous that
particular crime is."

"Well  it  wouldn't  have   worked  anyway.    Carl   and  I  have  an
understanding.  He knows I like to play around, just like I know about
his little games too and sometimes we like to play around with others,
together, if you Know what I mean.  It makes our sex life so much more
fun when we  tell each other  about our little  lapses and  we keep on
learning new things too." (Well that explains the funny look.)

"Huh!  Then why did you let Mara blackmail you this morning?"

"I didn't, I let her blackmail  you.  Once I got  over the first shock
of seeing her there and  she asked to watch,  I started thinking about
her watching us and maybe joining  in.  I wasn't  sure how you'd react
so I felt you out, so to speak and the rest is, as they say, history.

"The only  thing I'm  worried about  is Mara  saying something  at the
wrong time."

"We covered that subject incidentally in  the blackmail talk.  I guess
while we're making confessions we should add one more."

"What do  you  mean."    suddenly  it  dawns  on  her  and  she  looks
speculatively from Mara to me.  "Tell me about it."

I explain how I  came to be  accidentally rubbing Mara's  pussy in the
back of the truck  the previous night, and  how when I  tried to stop,
Mara wanted  me to  keep going.   How  I stimulated  her to  her first
orgasm and  then our  joint one,  the  talk and  what happened  in the
little hidden cove before breakfast.

When I finish, Sherry asks  Mara, "Is this true?"  Mara gives a little
nod.  "I don't believe it.  She did that, then sat through that entire
lecture this morning as though it was the first time she had heard it,
even though she had  already heard it and  more.  Then  in the bedroom
she pretends not  to know  a thing as  I show  her how  to give  you a
blowjob.

"Well I'm impressed if she can act that sort  of lie to me, her mother
who knows her best, and not let  on, even when the circumstances might
let her think it was all  right to speak.  Instead  she kept her mouth
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"And herself." I  add, "Which  leads us to  another subject."   I look
hard at Mara, "Save  your fibs for  the really big  things, the things
that can't be  found out, or  must never be  found out  about, like us
having sex.   O.K.?   If you lie  about little  things like  doing you
homework, you start  to think it's  all right to  lie about everything
you might  get into  trouble for  and  when people  find out  that you
telling lies they don't believe anything you say."

"I know that silly." Mara informs me  with a superior air, "Besides if
I tell a lie and get caught, I get extra smacks."

Sherry laughs, "That's the  best reason I know  for telling the truth.
Well I think that covers what I wanted to say.  Now run along and have
some ordinary fun."

"Can I take Geoff to see the blowhole?"  Mara asks her mother.

"Sure Honey."  Sherry  replies.  To me  she says, "Keep an  eye on her
there though, she gets a little too adventurous for my liking and that
place can be dangerous."

When Sherry tries to give me some money  for icecreams I wave it away,
saying, "It's my treat, after  all I'm getting a  week's free room and
board in a tropical paradise."

"Oh I think I'll  get my pound of  flesh."  Sherry leers  at me.  "Now
git."  As Mara and I go out the door, she yells after us, "Hats."

"Oh Sh.." Mara looks at me and finishes  "sugar."  she pouts and grabs
a day-glo green  cap with a  neck protector and  an old  Akubra of her
father's for me.  She pulls  hers on with a  violent twitch and throws
the other so I  have to clutch it  to my chest.   Grabbing my hand she
tows me down  the slope  and into the  garage under  the deck,  out of
sight of her  mother she  reaches under  her dress  and slips  off her
knickers, hiding them into a rag bag nearby.

"Mara!  I protest, You shouldn't do that, we have to be careful."

"Poo, lots of  little girls  round here  don't wear  knickers, besides
it'll be fun." she giggles.

I think about it for a  moment and decide that she  is right, it would
be fun, thinking that nobody will see anyway. "O.K." I agree.

"Let's go." she says and grabs  my hand, towing me  down the drive and
onto the road.

She skips along beside me until we reach the corner, once we cross the
road, she runs  on ahead of  me, flashing tantalising  glimpses of her
tiny bum. She  runs up a  grassy slope to  a rail  which overlooks the
hidden beach  we were  on this  morning.   I toil  slowly up  the hill
behind her, breaking  into a  run for the  last thirty  metres as Mara
climbs the fence  and leans dangerously  over the rail  trying to peer
down at where we sat this morning, her  hat flapping in the breeze and
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Just as I reach  her, she over balances  and I'm just in  time to grab
her ankle as she  tips over the rail.   With my heart  pounding like a
triphammer I haul  her back  and lower  her to  the ground  behind the
fence.

"What do  you  think  you were  doing?"  I  scream  at  her, adrenalin
coursing through my veins.

Mara bursts  into  tears at  my  outburst and  the  narrowness  of her
escape.  "I-I-I-I'm s-s-sorry."  she sobs.

I collapse,  leaning against  the mesh  of  the fence  and  gather the
abject bundle into my lap.   Hugging her tightly to  my chest, I sooth
her until her sobs subside to occasional heaves.  I lift her chin with
my finger until I can look into her eyes, "That was a very silly thing
to do,  you know?"   She nods and sniffs loudly.   "How do you think I
would feel if I had to go home and ask  your mother for the egg lifter
and a pizza box, so I could go and bring her daughter home."

Mara giggles at the gruesome image  of me scraping her of  a rock.  "I
w-w-wouldn't have  f-f-fallen, see?"  she  says, pointing  to  the two
meter expanse of bare stone the other side of the fence.

"You don't know that," I say, "besides you still could have split your
head open.  I think I'd better take you home."

"No!" She jerks in my arms. "I'll be good.  I promise."

I lift her from my lap to stand before me.   "O.K. but if you run away
from me again it's straight home."

"Oh thank you!" she cries and throws her arms around my neck.

Untangling her, I  hold her at  arms length by  her shoulders, "You're
not out of  the woods yet.   What would  your mother do  if she'd been
here?"

Mara a hangs her head and speaks in a small voice, "Spank me."

"How many?"

"..nee", she mumbles.

I lift her chin, "How many?"

"Twenty."

"So are you going to tell her when we get back?"

"Do I have to?"

"You think about it and tell me."

She ponders for a  moment and looks at  me, "I guess I  have to, don't
I?"

"Good girl." I praise  her, and hold out  my arms to her.   She throws
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still a little shaky as I haul my self  to my feet, Mara clinging like
a limpet.

"Well where's this blow hole?" I ask.

Mara points  further along  the top  of the  cliff, "Down  there." she
says.

I lift her down and take  a secure grip on her hand,  not yet ready to
let her go.  "Let's go."  I say, and we start  walking along the cliff
top in the direction indicated.   Five minutes later the ground slopes
down to a wide strip of  white sand, where a fair  crowd of people are
bathing.  At the  other end of the  beach the ground  rises once more.
Here I see that  Mara is right as  two dark haired  little girls about
seven and eight  years old get  out from under  a shower  and strip of
their costumes, and unconcernedly towel themselves dry, before running
to where  their parents  are waiting,  they  slip short  little summer
frocks on and the whole family saunters off in the our direction.

We exchange brief greetings with them as we pass each other and I turn
to watch them as they climb to the cliff path behind us.  The elder of
the two girls sees me watching and whispers to her little sister.  She
too looks back over her  shoulders at us and  with wicked giggles they
flip up  the backs  of their  little dresses  and wiggle  their little
white bums at us.

Just in time, they let  their dresses fall, as  their mother turns and
calls for them to hurry up.   With a last  glance over their shoulders
and a  rude  display  of tongues  the  saucy  pair  hurry  after their
parents.  Mara looks up at me with a giggle, "See what I mean?"

As we walk  along the  beach Mara point  to the  far side  of the road
behind the beach.  "There's the shop, can we get icecreams?"

"Do you think you deserve one?" I ask.

"Nooo!" she replies slowly.

Seeing her disappointment, I relent, "Maybe on the way back."

Her smile returns  and she happily  leads me onwards,  past a scantily
clad multitude.  Many of the  older women and girls  are topless and a
fair number of the children below seven years of age or so are wearing
nothing at all.  Mara tugs on my hand  and I realise that I've stopped
to stare. I resume  walking the length of  the beach and  climb to the
cliff top at the far end.  When we reach the top I hear a deep booming
sound and Mara informs me, "That's the blow hole."  About five hundred
meters ahead of us I see a plume of spray rise from the rocks followed
a couple of seconds later by the booming sound.

Excitedly Mara tugs free from my  grip and starts to  run ahead of me,
pulling up short she turns  and gives me an  apologetic look.  Holding
out her hand  to me, she  says, "I'm sorry,   I forgot."   Deciding to
make her squirm  a bit  I stop and  lean against  the fence  to roll a
cigarette and silently smoke  it while Mara dances  from foot to foot.
When I grind the butt out and turn as if to return home her face falls
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I sweep her  up and set  her on my  shoulders, her  bare pussy rubbing
against the back of  my neck as I  jog towards the  rising and falling
plume.   By the  time we  reach the  blowhole there  is a  wet trickle
running down the back of my  neck and when I lift Mara  down I have to
support her for a moment  as her knees buckle.   Recovering she starts
to climb on the fence then stops looking back  at me a question in her
eyes, I nod and move up behind her
wrapping an arm around her waist,  to secure her, as  she climbs for a
better view.

The tide is rising to it's peak, and the blowhole is at it's best.  As
we stand there we hear a long draw out  sucking, for a moment there is
silence before a strong wind rises and  a rushing roar issues from the
pit before us, a second later a green  column rises from the hole with
a roaring boom,  falling back with  a crash to  the surrounding rocks.
Ten seconds  later  the  process repeats  all  over  again,  the spray
quickly plastering Mara's dress to her chest.

Suddenly she cries, "Look."  pointing out to sea.  I follow her finger
and see a big  hump rising from the  water as it  approaches the cliff
below.   The pit  before us  empties with  a rush  and the  silence is
deafening, five seconds later  the entire cliff shudders  as the rogue
wave crashes into  the base  and a solid  column of  green water rises
nearly thirty meters from the blowhole, we and a young couple standing
next to us are  drenched to the skin  as the falling  water pounds our
heads and shoulders, nearly driving us  to our knees.  Something slaps
against my back and falls to the rock behind me.

I lift Mara down behind the safety rail  and she comment's "Wow!  That
was awesome." her face  glowing beneath her bedraggled  hair.  Looking
about I see her hat disappearing into the blowhole as the water rushes
back into it.

"She's got that right."  I turn to look at the young couple beside us,
they are as wet as we  are, their hair plastered  down to their scalps
and their  clothing clinging  wetly to  their bodies.   "Well  I think
you've caught  dinner."  he says  nodding  to the  rocks  at  my feet.
Looking down  I see  a stunned  Spanish  mackerel, weighing  about ten
kilos, lying at my feet.

I look up to  them, "I guess so."  I say.   My eyes widen  as I notice
that the  water  has  turned  the  woman's  'Capricorn  Coast' T-shirt
transparent and she is not wearing  a bra.  Her magnificent grapefruit
sized breasts are fully defined, jutting  proudly from her chest.  She
notices the direction of my gaze  and looks down, gasping, she crosses
her hands  over  her  chest.   Beside  me  Mara  giggles,  the woman's
companion joining her with deeper chuckles.

The woman punches her  companion then snatches her  hand back to cover
her breasts.   His  chuckles turn  into  deep rumbling  laugh  and she
smiles sheepishly  before starting  to chuckle  herself.   I  join the
laughter and we collapse  to the rocks, leaning  up against the fence.
The man's laughter is the first to  stop, cutting off abruptly, I look
at him  then  follow his  gaze  to Mara's  exposed  crotch,  her dress
bunched up around her waist.

I manage to  gasp out  "Mara!" and  she turns  a fiery  red, hurriedly
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We slowly recover  our composure, and  introduce ourselves.   It turns
out that they are from near my home  town in Victoria, their names are
Barry Jones and the  woman is his  wife Jenny, they  have been married
for only a week and are still on their honeymoon.  Jenny  has given up
on hiding her  breasts, and sits  there with them  proudly on display.
We  chat  for  a   few  minutes  before  Barry   notices  some  people
approaching.  He warns his  wife, who scrambles to  her feet, and says
to me, "Come down  to the car with  us and I'll give  you something to
take that home with." indicating the fish.

I pick up the fish and  we follow him and Jenny to  his car.  He opens
up the car  and holds  up a towel  to screen  Jenny while  she quickly
changes her T-Shirt.  That done he finds a  length of thin rope in the
back and cuts off a short  piece for me.  I slip  the rope through the
fish's gills and tie it in a loop.  I  decline Barry's offer of a lift
home, saying, "It's not too far and we'll dry out on the way."  With a
cheerful wave we take  our leave and climb  back to the  cliff top, we
take a last look at the blow hole and I  spy the remains of Mara's hat
caught up in the  fence, I recover the  shredded rag and  drop the hat
I'm wearing on  her head, where  it sits  comically, completely hiding
her brow.

We return  along  the  cliff  path  to  the  beach  where  Mara  looks
beseechingly from me to the shop, I laugh and  we cross the road to go
inside.  The  shopkeeper gapes  at our  bedraggled appearance  and the
slightly battered fish in  my hand.  I  explain the rogue  wave and we
enjoy a good laugh.   I purchase ice-creams  for us and  head back out
into the sun.  Back on the beach Mara waves at somebody and ask if she
can go see them,  I agree and she  races off, returning  a few minutes
later with a  raven haired  beauty her own  age with  the biggest dark
brown eyes I have ever seen.

"Geoff this is Chloe, can she come home with us, her mum says it's all
right.  I look at this beautiful little girl in her royal blue bathing
suit then to Mara.  "Aren't you forgetting something Mara?  Would your
mother let you have somebody over after what happened before."

"Oh!" she says,  disappointed, "You can't  come Chloe,  I'm in trouble
for nearly falling over the cliff.",  suddenly she brightens, "I know!
You can come home with me after Brownies tomorrow."

Chloe chirps a cheerful, "O.K." and scurries off over the hot sand.

Fifteen minutes later Mara and I trudge  up the driveway and enter her
house.  Sherry gasps at our salt encrusted clothing, "What happened to
you?"

I explain the rogue  wave and our  drenching and Sherry  laughs at our
misfortune then  exclaims delightedly  at the  fish  I bring  out from
behind my back.

Mara then shuffles  up before  her mother and  says in  a small voice,
"Mummy, you've got to spank me, I've been naughty."

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"I climbed up  on the  fence and nearly  fell over  the cliff."   Mara
explains in a penitent voice.

Sherry looks at me and I explain further.   "She ran ahead of me going
up the slope at  the end of the  street, I caught her  just as she was
going over the fence."

"You know you shouldn't climb up on that fence don't you?"  Mara nods,
"But you did it anyway, that was very naughty of you.  How many spanks
do you think you deserve?"

"Twenty?"  Mara asks timidly.

"You should, but because you  came straight up and  told me we'll make
it only fifteen. O.K.?"   Mara nods,  as Sherry continues,  "As it was
Geoff you were with and it  was him you frightened,  I think he should
be the one  to spank  you.   Don't you  agree?"   Mara sighs  and nods
again, then walks over to stand before me.

Sherry pulls out one of the high backed kitchen chairs and motions for
me to sit  in it.   I do  so and  Mara drapes  herself across  my lap,
reaching down to  grasp the rung  between the chair  legs, standing on
the rung on  the other  side.  Sherry  flips up  the bottom  of Mara's
frock and gasps, "Mara Lauren Hardy, where are your knickers?"

"I didn't wear any,  it made me  feel all tingly  and naughty inside."
Mara explains.

"Well I think you just  earned those five smacks  back."  Sherry says,
nodding for me to begin.

My first swipe  is too  soft for Sherry's  liking and  she says, "I'll
start counting when you hit her hard enough  to count."  My next lands
with a  resounding crack,  and Mara  lets  out a  pained  yelp. "One!"
counts Sherry.

I continue as I have  begun and with slow,  deliberate strokes, I soon
have Mara's behind glowing a bright, rosy pink.  Each slap on her bare
buttocks set them quivering  and loud sobs wrack  her body, in between
each of my  heavy handed blows.   On the  count of  twelve Mara's feet
slip from the chair and I  have to place my other hand  on her back to
prevent her  from slipping  from my  lap.   I look  to Sherry  and she
indicates that I  should continue.   I administer  the remaining eight
slaps to Mara's heated rear, her  legs jerking out straight, each time
my hand lands on her rosy cheeks.

When I  am finished,  Mara hangs  limply  in my  lap, her  sobs slowly
subsiding.  Sherry says, "stay there."  and leaves the room, returning
with a bottle of chamomile lotion which she hands to me.

Mara flinches as  the cool  cream dribbles onto  her sore  bottom then
sighs as  I begin  to gently  work it  into her  bruised flesh  and it
begins to  have it's  soothing effect.     She  moans when  I  chase a
dribble that  has run  between  her thighs  and  scoop it  up  with my
finger, from next to her pussy lips, as I brush past her little cunny,
she hunches her hips and pushes against my hand.  I return to soothing
her flame coloured buttocks,  applying more cream as  her heated flesh
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When I chase the next  errant runnel, Sherry says,  "Go ahead, I think
she needs it."

With her mother's  permission, I gently  drag my finger  the length of
Mara's amazingly hot  and wet little  slit, drawing a  deep, cat like,
moan of pleasure  from her  lips.  With  gentle fingers  I massage her
clit and tease  the entrance to  her vagina finding  it relaxed enough
for me to easily slip two  fingers inside and slowly  pump them in and
out, the rest  of my  fingers stimulating her  swollen clit  and pussy
lips.  With a soft sobbing moan  she cums, her pussy squeezing tightly
on my fingers.

I help Mara to her feet and half support her to her bedroom, where she
struggles to remove  her dress.   I help her  to lift if  off over her
head and lift her to lie face down on her bed.

"I'm sorry I had to do  that." I tell her, gently  kissing the back of
her neck.

She twists and struggles to  lean on one elbow  while keeping her sore
bottom away from the bed.  Looking up at me, she replies, "I know,"  a
wan grin forms on her lips, "besides Daddy  hits even harder."  I lean
down to kiss her lips.  "Read my story please?" she asks.

"O.K. Lie down properly."  I tell her and pick up her book, continuing
on from the  point where  she fell asleep  the night  before.   I read
through two chapters until she falls asleep  and I can return the book
to her dresser.   I  kiss the  back of  her neck  and leave  the room,
closing the door behind me.

In the  kitchen  I sit  down  while  puts the  fish  she  has finished
cleaning in the fridge and freezer.   As she pours me a  cup of tea, I
tell her "She's fallen asleep."

Sherry sits  down opposite  me, silently  turning her  own cup  in her
hands.  After thinking  for a while, she  asks me "Was  Mara the first
underage girl you've had sex with?"

I look at her  over my mug for  a moment and answer,  "No.  There have
been a few of others."

"Those two girls in the storm?  Was  that a story about the magazine."
she asks.

"Yes those two and some others when I  was about fourteen, And no, the
magazine did  exist but  the  girls used  it  for ideas  after  we had
already started."  I tell her.

"Tell me how it happened?"  She prompts me after a short silence.

"Well I guess it  started with Katy and  I more or  less seducing each
other, at first I never intended to fuck  her but the night before the
cyclone another  storm prevented  me from  going home  and I  ended up
having to spend the night at her place.   I slept in her brother's bed
and Katy crawled into bed with  me and we fooled around  a bit, when I
accidentally broke her cherry with my fingers, she wanted me to finish
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"You can say 'fucked' I know what it means."  Sherry says with a grin.

"Anyway, the next day, Katy's parents tried  to get out and back ahead
of the cyclone as  they needed supplies.   While they  were gone, Lena
came over to visit Katy and caught us  enjoying ourselves.  We heard a
noise outside and went out to find Lena with her hand stuffed down her
pants.  she started crying and when we could get her to talk it turned
out that she  was upset because  her own efforts  with a  boy had been
very disappointing and  here Katy was,  four years  younger and having
screaming orgasms.  She asked me  to teach her about  good sex and the
rest is just the sordid details."

"And when you were fourteen?"  Sherry asks.

"That was just me and a few girls  exploring our bodies.  They'd watch
me jerk off and let me  look at and rub their cunnies  as a reward.  I
just wish I'd started  reading earlier, back then  I was still looking
only at the pictures and I had no real idea of what I was doing when I
touched them."

"You never tried to force them to do anything?"

"Once, I tried to make one of them to jerk me  off and they cut me off
for a month.  After that  we only did what they wanted  to do.  It all
stopped a couple of months later when  one of the girl's cousins found
out and threatened to break my arm.  He must have talked to his cousin
too because they all  stopped coming around, except  for the girl next
door and she moved away not long after."

"Have you ever had sex with someone nearer your own age?"

"A few times while I was in the Venturer Scouts.   And I tried gay sex
once, I found that totally  boring, it didn't disgust  me, it was just
less interesting than jerking off while  I recited the times tables if
you know what I mean.

"Now what  about  you  and Carl?    How  come you  have  such  an open
relationship?"  I ask, turning the tables on her.

She thinks for a moment before answering,  "I guess that was because I
used to always double date with my best friend, my mother wouldn't let
me go out alone with a boy and she thought  that I could get into less
trouble in a  group.  She  was so wrong,  my girlfriend,  Kerry, was a
complete slut, she  got her  cherry popped  by a  cousin when  she was
eleven and by  the time we  were fifteen and  my mother let  me go out
with boys at all, she had fucked her way  through a fair number of the
boys at school and most of the male teachers.

"Well we'd go on double dates, me and my  date would sit in the front,
(Kerry wouldn't go out  with a boy unless  her had a car.)   We'd kiss
and feel  each other  up, while  Kerry  and her  date would  fuck like
rabbits in the back.  Shit  half the time Kerry would  fuck my date on
the way home while her date drove.

"Then one day just  after I turned sixteen  my date tried  to rape me.
Kerry was with Carl that night and Carl  picked up my date and pounded
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loose his temper  as he  is usually so  quiet and  gentle you wouldn't
know he was there  except for his size.   When they wanted  to take me
home I wouldn't let  them, ten minutes  later I crawled  into the back
with them and gave Carl my cherry.

"After that there was  no stopping me.   For a while I  was like Kerry
and fucked anything with a cock  but more and more  often, Carl was my
date until I was  going out with  him almost exclusively.   Because he
had a panel van Kerry and I would usually  get fucked at the same time
side by side and  sometimes we'd trade off.   When we  got married two
years later we  decide swapping  around was  too much  fun to  give up
though the frequency has certainly dropped off."

"How about kids, have you done anything with them before today?"

"Not really, though  I liked  to tickle Mara  and Mike  when they were
babies and I licked and sucked them a few times." Sherry replies.

I ask her, "Are you going to get Mike to join in?"

"Not until he's a  few years older, I  think.  Unless  he surprises me
like Mara did."

"I guess that means we won't finish  off what we started this morning,
this afternoon then?" I joke.

Sherry is looking out the  window as she speaks,  "You got that right,
here he comes now."

Moments later the  screen door  slams as Mike  comes bowling  into the
house.

"Steve and Barbara are going out  in the boat and  Brendan wants me to
go too, can I Mummy,   Pleeease?" he pants  looking beseechingly up at
her.

"We'll see what your father says."  Sherry temporises.

"But they're going NOW!"  Mike exclaims.

Sherry turns to me, saying, "I  better go and see  what this is about.
I'll be back in a few minutes, would you keep  an eye on Mike for me."
She heads out the door and  Mike starts to follow her,   "No Mike, you
stay here with Geoff, I'll be back in a minute."

Mike trots over and looks up at me, his hands behind his back. "I like
your mummy,  I'm going  to marry  her when  I grow  up."   He declares
solemnly.

This piece of  information leaves  me speechless,  finally I  take the
cowards way out, "Let's  watch TV." I suggest.   He grabs  my hand and
drags me over to the telly  which he turns on  and changes the program
to Play School.  When I sit down in the armchair he perches himself on
my knee and stares at the idiot box.

He jumps up as soon as he hears Sherry's feet on the steps outside and
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"Whatever happened to 'please'?  Yes  you can go if  you promise to do
everything Steve and Barbara say."

"I promise. Bye!" he yells and makes a break for the door.

Sherry catches him by  the shoulder, "Hey  wait a minute  while I pack
you a bag."

Mike runs into his bedroom yelling, "Hurry up Mummy."

Sherry hurries after him, making shushing noises.

Five minutes later,  he flies past  me, yelling "Bye  Mummy." and he's
halfway across the yard before the door slams.

Sherry returns, shaking her head.

"Well there goes my future step-father." I tell her.

"Huh?" is her intelligent response.

"He told me he was going to marry my mother as soon as he grew up."

"Oh!" she says and starts chuckling.

A moment later Mara emerges rubbing her eyes, "What's so funny?"

Sherry explains, adding, "And I suppose you're going to marry Geoff."

Mara gives her mother  a scornful look,  "Of course not,  I'm going to
marry Daddy."

It's my turn to laugh, as Sherry gapes  at her daughter like a stunned
mullet.

"And what about me?" she eventually manages to gasp.

"Oh, I'll let you borrow him sometimes." Mara says, offhandedly.

Sherry glares at me as I  slide from the chair with  a thump, but that
just makes me laugh even harder.  The two of  them stare at me until I
regain my composure and wipe  the tears from my  eyes.  Hauling myself
back into the chair, I ask Mara, "How's the bum?"

She lifts the hem of her skirt  to display her mottled buttocks, "It's
still sore." she says. "What was Mike doing?"

"He's going  away for  the weekend  with Brendan  on his  dad's boat."
Sherry informs her.

"How come I'm not going?"  Mara complains.

"Because  you  weren't   asked,  besides  haven't   you  got  Brownies
tomorrow?"

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"I don't see why not."  Sherry answers, earning a hug about the waist.
"Now why don't you go and have a swim? while  I get the washing in and
see about getting tea."

"Because my bottom hurts too much for my bathers."

"Well leave them off and wear a long shirt then."  Sherry tells her.

"Can I wear one of yours."  Mara asks, hurriedly adding "Please." when
her mother gives her a sharp look.

"Sure."  I agree,  rising to get  one from my  room.  "Can  you get my
shorts from out the back?"

Mara brings them into my room as I pull a T-Shirt from my bag and hand
it to her.  She strips off her frock and throws it on the bed and puts
on the shirt, one shoulder pokes through at the neck and it comes down
to her knees, the sleeves reaching her elbows.  She then waits while I
change into my shorts.  Collecting towels on the way we go down to the
beach, where Mara  is content  to hang from  my neck  as I  follow the
retreating tide, letting the cool water sooth her burning backside.

After about an hour,  our skins looking  like a prune's,  we leave the
water, Mara going on  ahead of me then  turning to wait at  the top of
the beach.   The saturated,  powder blue fabric  of my  T-Shirt moulds
itself to every  contour of  her body  and I  comment, "You  look like
Jenny did."

Mara looks down at herself and  giggles thrusting her hips forwards to
bring her mound into  prominent relief, running her  hand over the wet
fabric suggestively and  pushing the fabric  inwards to  be trapped in
her cleft, her lewd actions making me glad that the beach is private.

"Cut that out." I say, making as though to swat her rear.  With a mock
terrified squeak she runs for the shower  where we rinse the salt from
our bodies.  Her bottom looks  much better, it has  lost its angry red
colour and only a few darker blotches remain.   With a grin I pick her
up, with my  hands around her  waist and stand  her on  the stair rail
which doubles as  the water pipe  for the shower.   She  clings to the
riser as I stick my tongue out and  lick her slit through the T-Shirt.
She giggles and pulls it from between us  then pulls the hem down over
my head trapping me underneath.

I maintain my hold on her  waist as I don't want her  to fall and rasp
my tongue  along her  slit, pausing  a moment  to tease  her hardening
clit.  I lick all  over her hairless mound  before dipping between her
legs to  sample  the  fluids  seeping  from  her  tight  little  cunt.
Pointing my tongue I  drive it inside  a little way,  wiggling the tip
back and forth, my upper lip pressed to her clit. Withdrawing from her
vagina I suck her  clit between my lips  and flick my  tongue over the
tip for  a minute  before switching  to my  suck, nip,  pull technique
after only a few repeats I have to stop  and drive my tongue under her
fuck hole to catch as much of her delicious spend as I can.

She collapses with a squeal and only my hands on her waist support her
over my lapping tongue.  When she relaxes I carefully lower her to the
sand, holding  her upright  until her  legs start  working again.   We
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abused bottom, though I try to  be as gentle as possible.   At the top
of the stairs we leave our wet things  and towels to dry running naked
to my room where we giggle  as we dress each other.   I sit on the bed
and pull her between my knees to brush  out her hair, she then returns
the favour standing behind me on the bed.

We go into the lounge room  to watch TV, I  flick through the channels
until I find M*A*S*H and sit  in the armchair.  Mara  starts to sit in
my lap  then runs  off returning  with  her woolly  (a  sheepskin) and
drapes it over  my knees,  she then gingerly  seats herself  on it and
leans back against  my chest,  pulling my  arms around  her in  a hug.
When M*A*S*H is over Sherry calls us to dinner, saying, "It looks like
Daddy's going to be late so we'll start without him."

I help Mara  into her  chair and just  as I  sit down,  Carl pulls up.
"Don't worry, you  start." Sherry  tells us,  as she  begins to  fry a
couple of fillets for her husband.

Mara and I tuck  into a delicious  meal of fried  mackerel fillets and
roast vegetables as Carl  enters the room sniffing,  "Fish?  I thought
we were having steak tonight.  Where's Mike?"

"Mike's somewhere out there."  Sherry waves her hand  towards the sea.
"Steve and Barb  took him out  on the boat.   And yes,  we were having
steak, but  Geoff  caught  a twenty  pound  mackerel  this afternoon."
Sherry informs him.

"Where?" Carl asks.

"In the back of the neck." I say with a straight face.

"Huh?" he is obviously confused.

"Mara took  me to  the blowhole  and a  rogue wave  dumped this  on my
head." I explain waving at the fish on my plate.

"Well that explains the  fish." he says  and turns to  Mara, "Now what
did you do  today that  was so bad  that you  are now  sitting on your
woolly?"

"Nearly fell off the cliff." she replies cheerfully, "Geoff whacked me
good."

Sherry hurriedly clarifies, as her husbands  features begin to darken.
"I asked him to do it.   After all it was him  that she scared half to
death, he caught her just as she fell off the fence."

"In that case I hope he did a good job." Carl growls at his daughter.

"He sure did. see?" she hops off her chair and lifts her dress to show
her father the mottled  marks that are  now turning a  lovely shade of
blue.  A  wicked light  gleams in her  eye as  she whimpers  "It hurts
Daddy, will you kiss it better?"

His face  is a  study as  many different  emotions flicker  across his
face, embarrassment and lust uppermost.  "Well Daddy, will you kiss it
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"You'll keep." he growls to his wife as he  kneels with a red face and
plants a resounding kiss on each of  the developing bruises.  "Now eat
your tea." he tells Mara as  he rises and takes his  place at the head
of the  table.   Sherry sets  his dinner  before him  and yelps  as he
delivers a resounding swat to her  protruding rear, still grinning she
sits down next to him.

Over dinner he explains his late  arrival.  "Sorry I'm  late, I had to
finish that job, as  I just got a  big contract.  These  people need a
bobcat bad and mine's the only one available, the one they had blew up
three days  ago and  the job  has to  be  finished in  a week."   "I'm
leaving first thing in the morning."  "It's about three hours drive so
I'll have to stay  until the job's  finished  There's  about a hundred
hours work and  they're paying top  dollar, so that  means about seven
grand and meals and accommodation are supplied."

"What about my birthday Daddy?" Mara wails, "It's on Wednesday."

"Oh Shit!" He slaps his forehead,  "I forgot all about  it.  I'm sorry
Honey, but we really need this money and I can't back out now.  I tell
you what.  I'll work real hard and try to get back as soon as possible
and we'll have a special party,  just for us, then.   And I'll get you
any present you want.  So you just think about what you want while I'm
gone and we'll get it when I get back."

"Oh Daddy, do you have to?" Mara complains.

"Sorry Honey, I really  do, but I promise  I'll make it up  to you and
we'll do something really special when I get back."

Mara's eyes light  up at this  and I know  just what she  has in mind,
Sherry too seems to read her daughter's  mind as Mara begins to speak,
"I want you to..."  Sherry's warning glance causes  Mara to falter and
quickly change her request, "...to take me  and Chloe and Geoff to the
water park."

To me,  this  sounds a  little  lame,  but Carl's  eyes  are  a little
unfocused, and he says,  "Sure thing Honey, like  I said, anything you
want.  But now I've got to make sure  the Bobcat's ready, I don't want
it to break down like the last bloke's did."

Carl quickly finishes his tea  and declines desert, as  he goes out to
service the  Bobcat.   Mara  waits  until  he is  out  of  earshot and
excitedly says, "He said I could  have ANYTHING and I  want him to put
his penis in my vagina and fuck me."

"What about the water park?" I tease  her, "I distinctly heard you say
that you wanted to go there with Chloe and Me."

"Oh Pooh, I  only said  that because  Mummy stopped  me saying  what I
really wanted."

"Well that's not something you can  just spring on your father Honey,"
Sherry tells her daughter,  "you'll just scare him  and make everybody
unhappy, you'll have to tease  him until he's ready  for you to spring
that one on him.   Most men  are pretty uptight  about sex, especially
when they think that the sort of sex you're asking for is wrong and if
you just go up and say you want to fuck them they'll run a mile."


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"What about Geoff?"  Mara asks curiously.

"Geoff's different,  he's  a cradle  robbing,  baby  fucking pervert."
Sherry smiles at me as she says this  and continues, "But he's my kind
of pervert."

"What's a prevert Mummy?"

"A pervert is someone who likes sex that most people think is wrong or
sick." Sherry explains.

"Well I want to have sex with Daddy and people think that wrong.  So I
must be a pervert too."

Sherry and I laugh at this and Sherry says, "No, people would just say
you're a little slut, but they  WOULD call Daddy a  pervert, IF he had
sex with you."

"Why?  What's a slut?  And Daddy IS going to have sex with me."

"Oh shit!  Geoff?" Sherry appeals to me.

"Because like I told you  before, most people think  that men who want
to have  sex  with  little  girls  are  strange,  so  that  makes them
perverts.  Girls who  want to have sex  a lot are called  sluts.  It's
usually not  a very  nice name  because most  people think  that girls
shouldn't WANT to have  sex.  She should  be a virgin for  the man she
marries and if she  likes sex too much  she might have  sex with other
men too.  It's all pretty  silly, but you've just got  to live with it
and pretend you're like everybody else is pretending to be.

"As for your daddy fucking you, it's like your mum said, if you're not
careful you'll just make everybody unhappy."

"Oh.  What do people call a man who likes to fuck a lot?"

"A horny bastard" I grin at her.

"And what if he likes to fuck a lot of girls?"

"He's still a horny bastard  and his mates think  he's a lucky bastard
too."

"And his wife just thinks he's a bastard." Sherry puts in.

"Why?  That's not fair."

"Um, that's a toughie," I say, "but mostly it's because until not very
long ago it was very hard for a woman  to stop getting pregnant and if
she didn't have  a man,  then she had  a hard  time, because  most men
didn't want to pay for a baby that was not their's.  So the best thing
was for a woman to save her virginity for her husband and act like she
didn't like sex."

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"I know," I  sympathise, "but  there's a  lot of  things in  life that
aren't fair.  You just have to work out  ways of getting what you want
without hurting other people.  And if you  can't get what you want you
just have to learn to live with it."

"O.K." she says, then asks, "Can I go and help Daddy?"

"O.K. Honey," Sherry acquiesces and Mara skips off.

My mechanical aptitude is just  about nil, so I  remain inside to help
Sherry with the dishes and a general clean up of the house, while Mara
goes out with her father to 'help him'  (child speak for get as filthy
as possible).  When we finish an hour or so later, Sherry leans out of
the window and calls, "Time for your bath Mara."

A protest, cut short by Carl's rumbling voice floats in on the breeze,
a minute later Mara appears  covered in clay and  grease to her elbows
with liberal  streaks  across  her face  and  forehead  where  she has
dragged her arm across it.

Sherry smiles as Mara collects me on the way,  so that she can talk to
me as she showers.  I help her out of her dress to prevent any further
besmirching with dirt and when I kneel in  front of her, to remove her
sandals, I have to laugh.  Her bare little pussy is covered with black
streaks of grease where she has scratched herself.

Looking down at herself, she giggles, "Well Daddy says it makes things
slippery."

"Maybe so, but this  won't be and you'll  need it to  get that cleaned
off."  I  hand her a  cake of Solvol  (abrasive grease  soap) from the
basin.

"But it's scratchy!" she protests vociferously, loud enough for Sherry
to hear.

"What's wrong?" she asks, sticking her head through the door.  A quick
glance lets her  take in the  abrasive, grey soap  and Mara's begrimed
pussy lips.  She too laughs at Mara's predicament and says, "Hang on a
sec, I think I  can find something a  little less drastic."   Her head
disappears and she  returns a  minute later  with some  floor cleaner.
"Here this should work,  just don't get it  in your eyes  or up inside
you and you won't need very much." she warns her daughter.

Mara accepts the bottle from  her mother and gets  in the shower, from
behind the shower curtain I  hear a few pained  squeaks as Mara washes
her tenderised bottom,  a little  later the  squeaks change  pitch and
timbre as she begins  to clean in front.   For two or  three minutes I
hear her scrubbing her  pussy, until with a  shuddering moan she cums.
A moment later I hear a thud followed by a pained "Ouch!"

"Twenty One." I say with a laugh.

Eighty percent of her  reply is not printable,  but the gist  of it is
'That's not funny.'

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I hear her struggle to her  feet and a few  minutes later she emerges.
With a scowl in my direction, she grabs a towel and starts drying off,
wincing when she  is a  little too  rough on  her backside.   Grinning
ruefully she carefully  pats it dry  and move to  the basin  to do her
teeth.

I loom over her  as I do  mine.  That  finished she drags  me into her
bedroom where she tries to put on her baby dolls.  The knickers almost
have her in tears with the pressure they  apply to her tender rear end
and without the knickers the stiff lace decorating the hem of the top,
scratches her.  I tell her  to wait and go get  my most comfortable T-
Shirt, a  very  faded, somewhat  holey,  black, three  year  old Coles
special, that has  been well softened  by repeated washing.   I return
with it and hand it to her saying she can keep it.

She slips it on and with a squeal she leaps  up to hangs from my neck.
I carefully grasp  her legs  below her bottom  as she  showers me with
kisses and thanks before ordering me to take her to her mother.

"See what Geoff gave me." she cries happily, "My PJ's hurt my bottom."
slipping from my arms  to pirouette before her  mother and display the
disreputable garment.

"Very nice."   Sherry comments  trying to keep  a straight  face. "Now
it's time for bed young lady."  Mara pouts  but offers her face up for
a kiss.

"Now come and read my story." Mara orders and drags me away.

Sherry's exasperated cry of "Mara!" follows us from the room.

In her room, Mara pulls back  the covers and sends  me out to retrieve
her woolly.  When I return she gingerly settles herself in her bed and
holds the covers back for me  to slip in beside her. I  read for a few
minutes but my short night and  eventful day catch up  with me and I'm
woken when Carl comes in to kiss his daughter good night.

"I don't know." he  grows at me, shaking  his head,   "First you sleep
with my wife and now my daughter."

"Well they're both  beautiful ladies," I  stammer, blushing furiously,
as I look down to where Mara snores into my ribs, "How could I resist?
Though sleeping was not an option with Sherry."  I carefully extricate
myself from Mara's grip and  slide out onto the  floor and follow Carl
into the kitchen where Sherry greets us with fresh cuppas.

"I just found this  unspeakable cad sleeping with  our daughter." Carl
informs Sherry.  "What do you think we should do with him?"

"Take him to  bed with  us so we  can keep  an eye  on him,  I think."
Sherry says, eyeing me up and down and licking her lips suggestively.

"The bed sounds divine but as for the  rest, you'd have more luck with
boy George.  I'm buggered."  I inform her, around an enormous yawn.

"We'll see about that!"   Sherry sees my statement  as a challenge and
rises to approach  me her  hips swaying seductively  as she  opens her
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to me.   I feel a  little strange  as Carl looks  on but  snake out my
tongue to circle and tease her nipples into crinkled erection.  Sherry
insinuates herself into my  lap, straddling my hips  and draws my lips
to hers.  She rocks her  hips grinding her crotch  into mine and drags
her nipples over  the fabric  of my  shirt, as  her lips  and talented
tongue work their magic  on my mouth, I  return the kiss as  well as I
can but below, nothing stirs.

Five minutes later  she pulls  back and looks  at me,  "He's right you
know," she says to Carl, as  she reaches down to cup  my groin.  "He's
as limp as a wet noodle."

"Well in that  case," Carl's gravelly  voice breaks in,  "You can come
and take care of this."

We look across to  where he is slowly  sliding his fist up  and down a
very impressive erection.  With a squeal Sherry scrambles from my lap,
discarding her clothing on the way to him,  she takes a moment to coat
his cock with saliva then climbs into his lap and impales herself with
a long drawn out  sigh.  "Fuck me!"  she whispers loudly  and bites on
his ear.

Carl grabs her arse and  rises from his seat,  keeping her skewered on
his massive dong, he walks into his  bedroom, turning his head to call
over his shoulder, "Get the lights, would you Geoff."

Yawning, I rinse the mugs in  the sink and retrieve Sherry's discarded
clothing from the floor.  I kill the lights and throw Sherry's clothes
on top of  the pile  Carl has dropped  in his  bedroom, with  one last
glance at the beast with two  backs I pull the door  shut and head for
my own welcoming bed.

Just as I'm dropping off, I feel a small  warm body slip in behind me.
I roll over and there is just enough light  for me to look into Mara's
grinning face.  "Daddy's sure got a big one, hasn't he?"

"Huh, when did you see your father?  I thought you were asleep."

"Nope, I woke up when you  left and watched you in  the kitchen."  she
informs me, "Hey!  How come Daddy wasn't mad at you?"

"Because they like to have fun with  other people and your mother told
him about me."

"Me too?" she asks excitedly.

"I doubt it, I think it's going to take  a while before he's ready for
you to join in.  Now go to bed."

"But I want to sleep with you.  Pleeeze?"

"O.K. but let me out, I don't want your father  to find me in bed with
you without any pants  on.  One of  us is enough." I  say, slipping my
hand under the T-shirt and sliding my finger  along her naked slit.  I
crawl over her  body and slip  on a pair  of jocks, then  slip back in
behind her and cuddle up  to her, her backside  pressed into my belly.
I kiss the top of her head and say, "Now go to sleep."



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A minute later she speaks, "Daddy's penis sure is big, do you think it
will fit in me?"

"It might hurt a little to star with but  It'll fit.  Now sleep, we'll
talk in the morning, I'm too tired to talk now."

"O.K. can I have  a kiss?" she asks,  turning her head towards  me.  I
rise on  my elbow  and lean  over her  to  press my  lips to  hers and
briefly twist my tongue around hers.

Just as  I'm dropping  off again  Sherry's  voice starts  rising  in a
series of  moans  and  screams  of  increasing  volume.  As  her moans
subside, Carl announces  his own  climax in a  succession of  pig like
grunts.

Mara giggles, "How can I sleep when they make so much noise?"

"Well I think they're finished now." I say and kiss the top of he head
as she snuggles back into me.









































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Chapter 16              - MARA AND CHLOE.



I wake up the next  morning, just before dawn,  with Carl looming over
me to kiss his daughter goodbye.  He  sees that I'm awake and comments
with a smile, "Well I see you ended up sleeping with her anyway.  When
did she come in?"

"About two minutes after I got into bed."  I reply.

"She heard  us  then?   Did  she  say  anything?"   He  asks  a little
concerned.

"Yeah, she heard and figured out what was happening. She said you sure
were noisy and made it hard to sleep." I say, "I told her Sherry would
talk to her in the morning."

"Well that's all  right then."  he says, his  concern lifting,  "I was
worried the screaming  might have  upset her.   Normally we  try to be
quieter, but last  night it  was like Sherry  was possessed.   I don't
know what you  did to her  yesterday, but I  like it.   You'll have to
tell me about it when I get back."

"But I'll be gone before you return."

"Actually, I'd like you to stay a bit longer  if you don't mind.  When
I'm gone like this, I like someone around to look after things."

"I'd be delighted to."  I say.

"I was sure you would be." he comments dryly, "Just make sure Sherry's
well rested for when I get back and try not to shock the kids."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."  I say, grinning.

"Of course." he grins  back, "Well I better  be going if  I'm going to
get on the site by seven thirty."

As he turns  to go, Mara  wakes up(?) and  accuses, "Daddy!   You were
going to go without saying goodbye to me."   She scrambles over me and
leaps into his arms.   Carl's eyes widen  a little when  his hand cups
her bare bottom.   As he kisses her,  she wriggles in his  grasp and I
see one of his fingers slip between her thighs.  Lower down I notice a
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With one last resounding kiss Mara says,  "Mmmm, love you Daddy."  and
wriggles from his arms.  As he turns to go, Mara pulls me from the bed
and we stand in  the doorway to see  Carl off.  She  pulls me from the
doorway when we hear him turn  at the end of the  street.  "He's gone,
let's go see Mummy."

I restrain her from barging into the room and we peek in to see Sherry
lying with her legs  apart, an obscene  drool of cum  seeping from her
pussy.  Loud snores inform  us she's asleep, so  I carefully close the
door and lead Mara away.  "I think we  should let her sleep, why don't
we go back to bed too, it's too early to get up.   But first I need to
pee."

"Me too." she  says and drags  me into the  toilet.  "You  go first, I
want to watch."

I roll my eyes at her and ask, "Do you want to hold it?"

"Yeah!"

I extract my cock from my underpants and show her how to hold it.  Her
aim is a  little unsure  at first and  she is  barely able  to keep my
stream within the  bowl, however  she soon has  it whipping  up a good
froth on the water.  Placing my hand over hers I show her how to strip
the last drops of  my pungent morning piss  from my cock.   When it is
her turn, Mara strips  her oversized shirt off  completely, and tosses
it out the open doorway.

I take a  look at  her backside, most  of the  marks have  faded but a
couple of purple bruises remain.  "How's the bum?  Still sore?" I ask.

She rubs her hands over it and says, "Not really."

I lift her onto the seat and kneeling  before her, I position her with
her hips tilted so I can  see into her pussy.   Holding her lips apart
with my thumbs I say, "O.K. go.  See if you  can make it come out slow
and trickle over your bottom."

She giggles and I watch the opening of her urethra push outwards.  For
a few seconds she manages to keep it slow, but as soon as she tries to
talk, "Oooh!  That feels funny." she  looses control and she starts to
wet the seat.  I quickly cup my hand  over her mound, her golden urine
splashes into my hand and then  back onto her vulva.   I press my hand
closer and I can feel her quivering as she giggles at the sensation of
her pee flowing over her tiny pussy.

"Ooooh! That feels  nice." she  says.  Adding,  "But isn't  it nasty?"
when she finishes peeing.

"Not really, you just wash up  afterwards, besides, little girls taste
nice." I say and pop a finger into my mouth to suck it clean, smacking
my lips in appreciation."

"Yuck!" she says and  screws up her face,  then looks speculatively at
my wet hand, "Isn't it?"  She thinks for a few more moments then grabs
my wrist and tastes another of my fingers.   "It's not that good," she
decides, "but it  makes me  feel naughty and  all tingly  inside and I
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We quickly  clean  up and  brush  our teeth  in  the  bathroom, before
returning to my room.  "We  don't need these any  more."  Mara informs
me as she removes my jocks. She stands  before me and begins to fondle
my cock with her warm little hands, giggling  as she feels it grow and
stiffen.   When it  is halfway  stiff  she leans  forwards  and slowly
dribbles a huge gob of saliva  onto the knob, letting  it run down the
sides to her small fists.   With my cock now  coated with her slippery
spit she starts  to massage  the glans with  one hand  while the other
slides slickly up and down the shaft.  When my balls begin to rise she
replaces the hand on my glans with her hot little mouth and slides the
hand down to cup  and massage my balls.  I groan and my  hips begin to
twitch involuntarily as I quickly approach a climax.

(Un)fortunately for me  the little shit  had payed  close attention to
what her mother had done the previous day and  as I reach the point of
no return her thumb jams in  at the base of my  cock.  With consummate
skill she sucks and rubs me  through a dry orgasm, it is  all I can do
to remain standing as I loose most of the strength in my legs.  When I
am able, I gently lift her  head clear of my cock and  lie down on the
bed lifting her to straddle my chest, facing my feet.

She leans forwards to continue working on  my cock her butt lifting to
expose her hairless  baby pussy  and tiny pink  arsehole.   She is too
short for my tongue to comfortably reach her, so I content myself with
using my fingers to caress her  puffy labia.  In  her new position she
is able  to  take more  of  my cock  in  her mouth  and  when  an over
enthusiastic bob of her head causes her to gag as my glans slides part
way into her throat, I tell her to try swallowing the next time.

As soon as she stops coughing Mara returns to my cock and tries again,
this time as my cock hits the back of her throat she swallows, causing
the most incredible sensations and the crown pops into her throat, her
lips coming to rest  three quarters of the  way down my  shaft.  Again
she is forced to retreat coughing and  again she returns gamely to the
fray, twice more  she tries  and on the  second attempt  her upper lip
comes to rest, momentarily, on my scrotum before she pulls back with a
gasp.

"I did it." she squeals in delight, bouncing  up and down on my chest,
hard enough to send the breath whooshing form my lungs.

"And now I'm going  to 'did it' to  you. C'mere!" I  say, grabbing her
hips and pulling her cute little butt onto  my face.  My tongue snakes
out and under rasping from her  clit to her tight  pink anus, her moan
of pleasure changes to a series of short  little squeaks as I point my
tongue and  alternately  stab  it  into  her  constricted  vagina  and
arsehole.  As  she loosens  I replace my  tongue with  two fingers and
concentrate on licking and sucking her clit.

As her hips start rolling from side to  side I decide to try something
new and start to speak into her clit,  "Mara Lauren Hardy. Are you are
a bad little girl?  do  you like to do naughty  things with the nasty,
bad Geoff?   Do you like  it when he  pokes his fingers  in your tight
little holes, and licks your hard little clitty?  Would you like it if
it was your daddy doing  naughty nasty things to  his baby girl's tiny
little pussy and cute  little bottom.  Pretend  I'm your daddy, poking
his fingers inside you and sucking on your bald little girl pussy."


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Even her thighs covering  my ears do  not attenuate the  volume of her
excited cry, "Oh YES Daddy, suck my clitty, fuck me with your fingers,
Daddy, Daddeee, Oh DaddEEEEEEEEEEE!"    Her fantasy  combined with the
sensations of my  hot breath  and lips fluttering  over her  labia and
clitoris are too much for her  and she cums with  a piercing shriek so
loud that  I am  glad the  neighbours are  well out  to sea,  her body
writhes and flops uncontrollably, the only  portion that remains still
is her gushing quim which  I hold hard against  my open mouth, tasting
and swallowing her glorious spend.

Slowly her convulsions  subside and  she collapses, breathing  in deep
shuddering gasps  and softly  murmuring, "Daddy,  Oh Daddy."  over and
over again, her breath tickling the hairs on my belly.

"Well!  I see you started  without me."  I whip my  head around to see
Sherry standing in the doorway behind me, a smile on her lips.

"Mummy!" Mara jumps, "You scared  me Mummy."  Mara  twists on my chest
to throw an accusing glance at Sherry.

"Sorry honey, are you having fun?"

"You bet!  Look what I can do Mummy."   Mara wriggles down my body and
starts bobbing her head up and down on my cock, giving it a fresh coat
of spit.    Then  with  a  deep  breath,  forces  her  head  forwards,
swallowing convulsively,  her  lips come to  rest for a  moment at the
base of my cock, before she withdraws and  turns a shit eating grin on
her gaping mother.

"Hey Mara, look  at the  goldfish." I  say, indicating  Sherry's mouth
which is silently opening and closing.

She regains control  of her  jaw, closing it  with an  audible snap as
Mara giggles, "Yeah."

I begin to  slowly massage  the inside  of Sherry's  thigh and  say to
Mara, "Open your  mouth and close  your eyes and  I'll give  you a big
surprise."  Mara does  as I say but  tries to keep  one eyelid cracked
open. "No Peeking!"  She screws both eyes up tight.

Keeping a careful eye  on Mara, I slide  my hand up  to Sherry's pussy
and push two fingers inside, scooping up a blob of her husbands semen.
I hold the  obscene, creamy  dollop up for  her inspection.   Sherry's
lips form  a surprised  'O' as  she realises  my intention,  a lustful
glint enters  her  eyes  as  I  slowly  move  my  fingers  between her
daughters lips.

Mara's lips close on my fingers and her tongue licks at the deposit on
my fingers  then avidly  twines  around them,  collecting  every tasty
morsel.  "Mmmm nice, What is it?"

"It's your daddy's sperm." I tell her.

Her eyes spring open, "Really?" she squeaks.  "Where did it come from?
Can I have some more?"




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I collect another dollop of  semen from her mother's  cunt and hold it
up to Mara's lips.   She latches onto  my fingers and  sucks hard, her
own fingers flickering busily between her legs.

With my free hand I secure one of Sherry's  and pull her down onto the
bed, she  lands  with a  squeal  her belly  pressed  to my  face.   We
disentangle ourselves and I  direct Mara to lie  down on her  back.  I
position myself between Mara's thighs, lifting  her hips to rest on my
knees. She looks down at  me, concerned, "You're not  going to fuck me
are you?"

"No honey, that's for your father, but can I rub my cock on your pussy
and squirt inside you?"

She thinks for a moment then answers, "O.K. but you can't put it in."

Sherry, who  has  been following  our  exchange, now  squats  over her
daughters face, facing me.  She uses the fingers of both hands to hold
her pussy lips open and her  husband's semen begins to drool obscenely
from her  wide  open vagina.    Below  Mara holds  he  mouth  open her
outstretched tongue questing for the tasty cream falling towards it.

Between her legs  I drag the  tip of my  cock along the  length of her
furrow, sliding  it over  her clit  and  moving it  in  small circles.
Moving forwards a few inches I use my thumbs to press the underside of
my cock against her pussy lips and rock my hips back and forth so that
her clit rubs on the sensitive undersurface of my glans.

Sherry emits a surprised  squeak and I look  up to see  Mara using all
four fingers of one hand to scoop her father's semen from her mother's
pussy.  The next time she forces  her entire hand inside and withdraws
it to greedily suck  the mixture of  juices from her  fingers.  Sherry
leans forwards to rest  her forehead on my  shoulder and her breathing
becomes ragged as Mara's hand plunges deep within her mother's quaking
body.  Mara's knuckles and fingertips  drag over the sensitive skin of
Sherry's stretched vaginal sheath,  suddenly Sherry cums hard her head
snapping backwards to show  her eyes rolled  back in her  head and her
mouth is stretched wide in  a soundless scream.   Just as suddenly her
body goes limp and I have to grab her  shoulders and roll her body off
Mara before she smothers her daughter.

Such an erotic sight has my cock straining for release, the skin of my
glans tightly distended and a deep  purple in colour.   I hold my cock
so her tight  vaginal entrance  kisses the tip  and rapidly  stroke my
hand up and down the shaft.   It only takes half  a dozen strokes, the
side of my fist slapping  against her distended pussy  lips, for me to
cum, my  semen burning  through my  cock  to squirt  into  Mara's tiny
little cunt.  One ,two, three, jets of my thick gooey sperm pulse into
her vagina before the quantity becomes  to much for her immature cunny
to hold and the  remainder leaks from  the seal between  our bodies to
dribble down into the crack between her arse cheeks.

At some point Sherry has recovered sufficiently to prop herself on one
elbow.   She is  staring at  the junction  of our  bodies as  the last
dribbles burn along  the length  of my straining  penis she  pushes me
aside and fastens her lips to Mara's pussy sucking my deposit from her
daughter's body before it has time to settle.  Her enthusiastic tongue
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them from her daughters clenching arsehole.   Sherry's furious assault
on her daughter's pussy sends Mara over the  edge and I watch her toes
curl as she climaxes, her tiny fists beating on the bedspread.

Sherry and I cuddle Mara between  us while she recovers, her breathing
slowly returning to normal.   As her shuddering  gasps subside my eyes
travel along the length  of her body and  I see the  glowing digits of
the alarm clock  framed between  our feet.   "Uh, Sherry  what time is
Mara's Brownie meeting?"

"Eight thirty,  why?" her  eyes follow  my gaze  to where  the glowing
figures change to display '7:57'.   "Shit!" she yells, bouncing out of
the bed, "We've go  to get going.   You go and get  clean and put your
uniform on."

Mara and I scramble from the bed and I  drag her to the bathroom where
I wash  the  pungent odours  of  our rutting,  from  her body.    As I
vigorously rub her  dry she giggles,  "Mummy missed a  bit." and leans
forwards to clean a stray drop  of my cum from my  penis.  "Oooh, it's
getting ready to play again." she  squeals, excitedly, as I twitch and
begin to stiffen.

"Forget it, We've got to get you ready, now." I scold her and lead her
to her bedroom.  Her uniform is hanging behind the door, I get it down
as Mara rummages  in her drawer  for her knickers,  small garments fly
everywhere as she searches.

"I can't  find them."  she cries,  as  she reaches  the bottom  of the
drawer.  I look over the floor, laying the uniform on the bed.  I lean
over and recover the tiny  scrap of yellow cloth  she has discarded in
her haste and hold them for  her to step into.  I  seat them snugly on
her hips and kneel  down to briefly kiss  the well defined indentation
in the front panel.

I then pick up her uniform,  she holds her hands in the  air as I pull
on the  bright yellow  T-Shirt, then  settle  the brown  tunic  on her
shoulders.  She fastens her belt as I slip the scarf over her head and
slide the woggle up under her chin.

In the  kitchen  Sherry has  a  bowl  of cold  cereal  waiting.   Mara
complains "I'm not a  baby." when her  mother ties a  tea towel around
her neck, but  the milk  dripping from her  chin puts  the lie  to her
complaint, as she shovels her breakfast into her mouth.

On the way to the door, Sherry apologises, saying, "I'm assisting this
week, we'll be  back about  eleven o'clock." and  I follow  them.  "Uh
Geoff," she  says, "I  think that's  far  enough" and  waves  her hand
vaguely in my direction.

I look down, "Oh!" I say, as I see that I'm still naked.

I watch from the window,  hearing the car doors  slam, Sherry revs the
engine and  pulls out  of the  garage, reversing  into the  street and
roaring off down the road.  I turn  from the window, collect my shorts
from out the back and go down to the beach for a quick swim.

When I return, I fix breakfast  for myself and sit  wrapped in a towel
while I eat it.  After  I wash the few dishes I  go and pick up Mara's


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room, putting away  the knickers scattered  across the  floor and make
her bed, shoving my old T-shirt under her pillow.  I wander around the
house setting things straight and making  the beds.  When I'm finished
I get dressed and settle down with a book to await their return.

               ***

Lazarus Long and Dora are just setting out in their covered wagon when
I hear the car  pull up into  the drive and  three doors slam.   A few
seconds later the screen door is wrenched  open and I barely have time
to put my book down before a  small brown and yellow missile catapults
into me lap.   "Hi Chloe."  I say over  Mara's shoulder,  to the small
figure, carrying a sports bag who stands before me.

"Hello Geoff." she responds shyly.

A minute later Sherry comes  inside, "Why don't you  two run along and
play for a while?"  she says to Mara and Chloe.

Mara hops to her feet and tugs on my hand, "C'mon let's play Ludo."

"That's not what  I meant.   Don't you  think Geoff  should have break
from you?"  Sherry scolds her daughter.

"I believe, she thinks I've had a long enough break."  I say laughing,
"I don't really mind." To Mara I say,  "But don't you think your guest
should choose?  What do you want to do Chloe?"

"I want to play Ludo too." she says, smiling shyly.

"In that case, Let's play  Ludo" I say, getting  up and letting myself
be led from  the room.   Mara leads  me into  Mike's room,  which also
doubles as the playroom and pushes me to the floor.  She gets the game
from the  shelf and  comes back  to  sit tailor  fashion  opposite me,
putting the game between us she pulls Chloe down to sit beside her.

We set up the pieces and pop to see who  goes first, Chloe wins with a
six and the game begins.  The girls alternately shrieking with delight
if they  send one  of my  pieces back  to the  start and  insisting on
recounts if  I do  the same  to  one of  them.   Each  time  they lean
forwards to pop  the dice,  their short little  tunics ride  higher up
their legs until I'm  catching little flashes of  yellow between their
widespread thighs.

The innocent  eroticism  of  their inadvertent  exposure  has  my cock
stirring in my pants, Mara  sees this and realises  what is causing it
but says nothing, in  fact, when Chloe is  busy at the  game board she
reaches down and rearranges  her knickers to expose  one pussy lip and
pushes her hem even higher.  She grins wickedly at my discomfort as my
cock is bent almost double as it stiffens further.

I continue to sneak glances at  Mara's and Chloe's crotches, something
strange about Chloe  is tickling  at my mind,  finally I  work it out,
between Chloe's  legs there  is no  well  defined slit,  instead there
appears to be a gap almost half an inch wide between her labia.  A few
seconds later Chloe looks  down as she  leans back from  the board and
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pushes her  dress  down between  her  thighs, her  eyes  widen  as she
glances across at Mara and sees how her knickers are arranged.

She leans over and whispers in Mara's ear.  Mara looks at me then down
at herself  and  giggles,  "Oops!"  She  takes  her  time  to  fix her
knickers, exposing  more of  herself in  the  process and  showing the
fading bruises from her fall.

Chloe gasps, "Mara!"  then leans  forwards to  whisper to  Mara again,
however she is a  little agitated and I  can hear what  she says. "How
did you get  those bruises?"  And waves her  hand vaguely  at the area
between Mara's legs.

Mara makes  no pretence  of secrecy,  saying, "You  mean on  my pussy?
That's from where my cherry got popped."

"Your cherry!", Chloe gasps, "you mean you..." her voice trails off as
she looks at me and then back to Mara.

"No silly," Mara giggles, "I fell on a stupid log.  What did you think
I meant?"

An embarrassed Chloe mumbles, "Nothing."  blushing again.

Before Mara can press Chloe  further, I say "Hey  what about the game.
It's my turn isn't it?" knowing full well that it's Mara's.

My ploy  has the  desired effect,  as Mara  protests loudly,  "No it's
mime, isn't  it?"  she  turns  to  Chloe  for  support.    Chloe nods,
obviously relieved  about  something  and  the  game  continues  as  I
continue to wonder  about Chloe.   Finally Mara  gets all  four of her
pieces home, while  Chloe has three  and I have  only two.   As we are
putting the game away Sherry call's us for lunch.

Halfway through  lunch the  phone rings  and  when she  returns Sherry
says, "I'm sorry, I've  got to go and  see somebody about  a dress I'm
having made. I'd better take Chloe home."

"Aw Mummy, I  don't want  her to go,  can't she  stay?   She wants to,
don't you"  Mara cries.  and says, "See" when Chloe nods.

"Honey, Geoff might not  want the responsibility of  looking after two
little girls."  Sherry says.

"He doesn't mind." Mara  declares, "Do you?"  she adds in  a tone that
says I'd better not.

"It's O.K. with me, but you better check with Chloe's mother." I say.

"And can she sleep here tonight too?" Mara asks.

"Mara! You're forgetting  I work tonight."  adding for  my benefit, "I
work the bar at one of the Marina clubs, on Saturday nights."

"But Mummy, Mike  got to  go out on  Steve's boat  with Brendan  and I
never get  to  do anything."  Mara  brings out  the  big  guns, (Which
sibling got the better deal and guilt  tripping a parent.)  "Geoff can
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"We'll see!"  Sherry temporises.  "Now eat  your  dinner while  I call
Chloe's mother."

Sherry returns  a few  minutes later,  "It's  O.K. she  can  stay this
afternoon."

"What about tonight." Mara asks anxiously.

"Well I don't know?" Sherry teases.  Then laughs as Mara's face falls,
"Yes, she can stay.  If you both promise to do everything Geoff says."

"We promise." they dutifully reply.

"That's good because Pauline says he  can spank Chloe if she's naughty
and the same go for you  too." Sherry threatens, continuing, "I've got
to go now and I'll be  back about four o'clock.   Remember no swimming
for at  least an  hour."   With  this  Sherry collects  her  purse and
leaves.

"Wanna play dressups?"   Mara asks of Chloe.  She nods and  the two of
them disappear into the playroom.  A minute  later Mara calls me and I
put down my book and go see what she wants.   In the playroom I find a
princess and a fairy.

"Which one of us looks better?"  Mara asks  and I think 'Uh-oh, I'm in
trouble.'

For a  moment  I  avoid  the question,  "What  did  you  do  with your
uniforms?"

They look at  each other  guiltily and points  a finger  at a crumpled
brown and yellow pile next to the dressup box.

Chloe's chin quivers, "You're not going to spank us are you?"

"No, but I think you better hang them up."

They scurry  off and  their uniforms  are  quickly hung  behind Mara's
door.  Returning to rummage  in the box for  new costumes, they select
something and go  into Mara's room  to change,  returning wearing what
were mini-dresses on Sherry and nearly  floor length on these two, the
scooped necklines dipping to expose a  nipple each.  A massive leather
shoulder bag  bangs against  the back  of Mara's  knees and  a glomesh
handbag for  Chloe  complete  their ensembles.    Mara  retrieves some
makeup from her bag and they proceed to apply it to each other.

When they finish they turn to me and ask what  I think.  Well they are
ghastly sights and I struggle to maintain  a straight face while I try
to find  something diplomatic  to say.    I eventually  arrive  at the
epithet "You look nice."  but spoil it in  the end by  laughing.  They
both pout and Mara  stamps her foot at  me.  This just  makes me laugh
harder and I collapse, rolling on the floor.

This is too  much for  Mara and she  throws her  bag to  the floor and
strips off her dress.   She stands there in  her little yellow Brownie
knickers with  her  hands  on her  hips  and  challenges  me,  "You do
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to make costumes for us."  Chloe turns her  back to me while she takes
off the dress, she is blushing furiously  when she turns back the glow
extending down to her nipples.

I turn away to let her get used to being  undressed in front of me and
rummage in the box for inspiration.  I find a grass skirt and a couple
of leis, this solves my problem  for one of them,  finally in a corner
at the bottom of the box I find a frizzy black wig and a crumpled mass
of feathers, I take  this out and discover  that it was  once a Indian
chiefs headdress. It is useless as it is but it  gives me an idea if I
can just find a couple of other things.

I tell them, "Go  wash that stuff off  your faces.  I'll  be back in a
minute."  I go into the kitchen and mix  up some coffee in cold water.
Then down to the garage for  a few clean rags, while  I'm down there I
find exactly what  I need, a  leather chamois.   Collecting everything
together I return to the girls.

I hand them a rag each  and I tell them to tuck  them into the tops of
their knickers.   Using  another rag  I sponge  the coffee  onto their
skins, staining them a rich coffee brown.

I dress Mara in the grass skirt and leis, and use the mascara from her
makeup kit to draw tattoos on her face and upper chest, circles around
her eyes and nipples and  elaborate curlicues on her  cheeks.  I place
the wig on her head and tucking her own blonde locks up underneath.  A
couple of flowers, from the frangipani outside the window, tucked into
the wig and she is now a convincing south seas islander.

I tie a piece  of string around  Chloe's waist and  thread the chamois
through it, drawing it between her legs and  up over the string at the
back.  It makes  a fair lap-lap but  her bright yellow  knickers are a
bit distracting.  I make sure she knows how  to fasten it and send her
into Mara's room to get rid  of them, she returns  a minute later, her
blush barely noticeable  under the coffee  staining her skin.   I uses
poster paints to decorate her cheeks and body, then fasten her hair up
in two thick braids that hang  down over her shoulders, fastening then
ends with pieces of string in lieu of leather thongs.  I then demolish
the headdress and place the band on her  head.  Selecting the two best
feathers I slip them into the band and step back to admire my American
Indian.

I lead them  to Sherry's  bedroom door  and tell  them to  close their
eyes, taking them by the hand I lead  them inside and position them in
front of the big  mirrored doors of the  wardrobe.  I  say, "O.K. open
your eyes."  They do so and gasp.  "So did I do better, Mara?"

"Yeah!  I want a picture."   She opens the wardrobe and  from a box at
the bottom produces a polaroid camera and  a film cassette.  She hands
these to me and I load the camera.

"Where do you want me to take your pictures?" I ask them.

"On the beach." declares Mara and Chloe nods her agreement.

"O.K. let's get going then." I say and lead them  down to the sand.  I
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up the  entire  film  cassette,  taking  three  photos  each  of  them
individually and four of them together.

Back up  in the  house we  admire  the photographs  and divvy  them up
between us, keeping the odd photograph for Sherry.

"Can we go swimming yet? Chloe asks.

I look at  my watch and  say, "Sure but  we better get  you cleaned up
first."  I take  them into the bathroom,  a few swipes  of the flannel
suffice to remove the poster paints  from Chloe and I  send her off to
get changed  while I  tackle the  more difficult  job of  removing the
mascara from Mara's body.  A few minutes of hard scrubbing, punctuated
by squeals of protest from her, are needed  before I send her off with
a whack on her bum.   I grab some towels and go  to my room to change,
two minutes later we all head back down to the beach.

The tide is almost full and only a  narrow strip of sand remains above
the one meter  waves crashing on  the beach.   We drop  our towels and
splash into the water, when the water is waist  deep on me I grab Mara
and toss her over  the top of a  wave that is just  beginning to curl.
Chloe pokes me in  the ribs and asks  for the same treatment.   With a
grin I pick her up and  roll her into a ball then  with my hand in the
small of her back I throw  her out to sea.  Mara  swims back to me and
squeezes my cock through  my shorts, looking up  at me with  a grin. I
growl at her and give her backside a swat before throwing her away.

Our play continues like  this for about half  an hour with  Mara and I
copping feels of  each other  whenever Chloe  can't see.   By  now the
water reaches my nipples and I have to support the girls in the water.
I notice that we have moved along the beach a  fair way and I can feel
the water flowing about my  legs, the tide has  turned and the current
is flowing strongly towards the headland.  I decide that it is time to
leave the  water an  holding  a squirming  body  in each  arm  I forge
towards the beach emerging just short of the  rocks at the base of the
headland.

I head back  up the  beach towards the  stairs, about  halfway there I
notice the girls are  missing, I turn  to see they  have lagged behind
and they have their heads together discussing something and a sense of
foreboding washes over  me.  They  finish their discussion  and run to
catch up with  me just  as I scoop  up the  towels and  duck under the
bushes to turn on the shower.

We wash the salt  from our bodies and  I'm just about to  turn off the
water when Mara strips off her bathers,  Chloe looks at her friend and
notices the bruises on  her bottom, "Wow! Your  daddy sure spanked you
good."

"Daddy didn't, it was  him." she says,  pointing at me,  "I got twenty
whacks for climbing on  the fence and nearly  falling over the cliff."
She then throws a  significant glance at her  friend.  Chloe hesitates
for a moment, blushing, then removes her own  suit.  They then turn to
me expectantly,  Mara  giggling  and Chloe  blushing,  with  her hands
folded before her.  Well this obviously explain the conversation, Mara
has told Chloe that if they take of their  suits I will take off mine.
I scowl at Mara,  she is unabashed and  tells me, "You've  got to take
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"I don't 'got'  to do  anything." I say,  "I could  get into  a lot of
trouble for taking my clothes off in front of you."

"She won't tell." Mara informs me, "Will you Chloe?"

Chloe nods,  then shakes  her head,  confused,  she whispers  "I won't
tell."

Taking a deep  breath, I slip  my shorts from  my hips.   Chloe gasps,
"Oooh it's bigger  than my  brother's." then claps  her hand  over her
mouth.

Mara accuses her friend, "Hey!  You said you never saw one before."

Chloe bursts into tears,  sobbing, "I'm n-n-not  s-sup-posed to t-tell
anybody."

I sit down and pull her  into my lap, cuddling her,  while I think and
she gets herself under control.  Things  begin to click into place and
I  realise  that  Chloe   has  probably  been  having   some  sort  of
relationship with her brother.

When her  sobs  subside,  I ask,  "You've  seen  your  brother's penis
haven't you?"  She confirms  my guess with a  tearful nod. "And you've
done things with him too?"

"I'm not supposed to say." she tells me.

"In other words  'yes'.", another  nod, and she  hides her  face in my
shoulder.

"You're not going to tell on me are you?" she asks.

"That depends.  Does your brother hurt you?" I ask.

"Oh no!" she cries, "He makes me feel really good."

"I think you  had better  tell me everything.   What  do you  and your
brother do?"

"I can't, it's too 'barrassing."

"O.K. I'll ask questions and you  nod.  O.K.?"   She nods, keeping her
face hidden.  I start questioning  her, beginning with something easy,
"Does he kiss you with his tongue?"  <nod> "And tickle you between the
legs?" <nod> "Do  you play  with his  penis?" <nod>  "Does he  put his
finger inside you?" <nod>

I'm starting to  get into  heavy territory  so I  change my  tactics a
little, "Do you  do anything else?"  <nod> "Does he  lick your pussy?"
<enthusiastic nod> "Do  you suck his  penis?" she hesitates  for a few
seconds before finally nodding.

Mara, who has managed to keep silent up until now, lets the cat out of
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I believe Chloe  had forgotten  the presence of  her friend,  her head
whips around as she asks, "Have  you done it too?   Who with?"  Before
Mara can answer she figures it out for herself and her eyes flick from
Mara to me then down to  where my cock is  beginning to harden against
her hip.  "It's him, isn't it?  Has he fucked you?"

"No, we haven't fucked." I answer for  Mara, delivering a glare that I
hope will keep her quiet until I can talk to her alone.  "But I assume
you and your brother have?"

"Yeah, see." she has decided  she is among friends  and opens her legs
to show me her pussy.  I was right there is a distinct gap between her
labia and her clit stands in  proud isolation, lower down the entrance
to her vagina is an open hole at least half an inch across.

"How long has your brother been fucking you?" I ask her.

"Since I was five." she answers.

"Wow!" Mara gasps, subsiding when I glare at her again.

"Do you want to fuck me?"  Chloe asks softly.

I lift her chin and look into her eyes, "Do you want me too?"

"I, I don't know." she answers, unsure of herself.

When I answer, "Well  I won't until you're  sure." she looks relieved.
"O.K." I say, "I guess the same rules apply, nobody tells anybody else
anything.  O.K.?"

"O.K." comes their joint agreement.

"Now we'd better go,  your mother should be  back by now."   I slip my
wet shorts on, the girls just throw their towels over their shoulders.
I hold Mara back  and let Chloe get  a couple of steps  ahead.  "Don't
say anything about  your mother  or father and  don't say  anything to
them either." I whisper.  We then follow Chloe up the stairs.

As we troop into the house, Sherry calls us into the kitchen, where we
find her looking over the photos.  "These are great.", she says, "What
did you use for makeup?"

"Nothing much, coffee  in cold  water, mascara  and poster  paints." I
tell her.

"Not my mascara I hope."

"No, Mara had it in the dressup box."

"That's all right then."

"By the way how much do I owe you for the film?"  I ask Sherry.

"Don't worry about it.  I assume the odd photo is for me?"

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"He'll love it."

"Mummy? Can we wear these for my  birthday party?"  Mara asks, holding
up one of the photographs.

"I don't know if they're really suitable costumes."  Sherry says.

"Nonsense!" I  say,  "Two  scallop shells  and  an  extra  chamois and
they're perfectly decent."

"Well maybe." Sherry  halfway agrees, "Now  I've got to  get ready for
work tonight, you two run along and play, give poor old Geoff a rest."
The girls scamper  off and Sherry  turns to me,  "How were  they?  Any
problems?"

"No, they were great."  I answer, "Now if you'll just pass me my cane,
'poor old Geoff' will totter off to get dressed."

As I finish dressing, Mara comes into the room, "Are you going to tell
Mummy about Chloe?" she asks.

"Not unless Chloe says I can.  And don't you go asking her. O.K.?"

"O.K." she answers  reluctantly, "Hey, are  we going to  do it tonight
when Mummy's gone?"

"Again that's up  to Chloe, and  you're not to  pester her,  in fact I
think you two  shouldn't say  anything at all  until tonight.   So you
don't say anything, and if Chloe does, tell her to wait until tonight.
O.K.?"

"O.K."

"Now why don't  you go  and play normal  little girl  games with Chloe
until tea time."   Saying this I chase  her from the  room, collect my
book and go out onto the deck to read it.

Five minutes later the trampoline starts  squeaking and I look through
the railing to see the girls  bouncing up and down,  playing a game in
which they try to  knock each other down  without touching.  Shameless
reprobate that I am, Lazarus Long gets  short shrift while I watch for
glimpses of little  girls knickers and  when Mara  notices me watching
them she suddenly  becomes a  lot clumsier,  falling often  and always
with her feet towards  me.  She also  contrives to 'accidentally' lift
Chloe's hem on a few occasions.

Half an hour later Sherry calls all of  us into the kitchen, and gives
us the  usual last  minute instructions,  in  bed by  nine,  the phone
numbers are by the  phone, mind what Geoff  says, etc. Finishing with,
"Here's money for pizza and a drink and you can  get a video.  I'll be
back around one."  She  collects a kiss goodbye  from her daughter and
we watch from the deck as she gets into the car and drives off.

"Let's go get the movie." Mara says as the  sound of the car fades off
into the distance.   She grabs my hand  and Chloe takes  the other and
they start pulling me  towards the front door.   Outside Chloe squeals
as I scoop her up and settle her astride  my shoulders.  Mara takes my
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As soon as  I set Chloe  on the  ground they make  a bee  line for the
video shelves  where they  begin arguing  over what  to choose,  a few
minutes later they bring their choice over to me.   I take one look at
the cover and blanche,  Carl would have my  balls if I  let his little
girl watch this one,  though I understand how  the Muppet like figures
on the cover fooled the girls.  'Meet the Feebles' is definitely not a
viable choice.   Though I smile  as I wonder  how Katy  and Lena would
react to the nasal sex scenes.

This time I  join them at  the shelves and  a little  while later they
find the real 'Muppet Movie'.  We take out choice to the counter and I
buy them an ice cream each.  Mara rides my shoulders home.

For the next half  hour or so  until it is  time to order  the pizza I
join them on the trampoline.   For a little  while they continue their
game with me adding  to the fun  by occasionally pushing  into the mat
from the ground.  Next I get up on the trampoline and take them one at
a  time,  I  hold  them   by  the  hands  and   they  squeal  in  mock
terror/delight as I bounce  them higher than they  can manage on their
own.  Finally the game stops  when the top of  Mara's head cracks into
my chin, by the time I get her sobs under  control it is time to order
the pizza.

We start the movie and I'm glad the chair is  a big one, as both girls
climb into my lap, pushing and shoving until I tell them, "Settle down
or sit on the floor."  As we cuddle I place a hand on their thighs and
gently massage the soft, smooth  skin from their knees  to the hems of
their dresses.  Insidiously  the movie grabs my  interest and I become
engrossed in watching it, as unbeknownst  to me, Mara slowly edges her
dress higher and higher until I feel  the fabric of her knickers under
my hand.  I start a little in surprise and look down to where Mara has
raised her dress until she is exposed from the waist down. She giggles
guiltily as I look  at her and Chloe  looks to see  what is happening.
I'm a little surprised  when she does the  same as Mara  and pulls her
dress up to her waist, inviting my hand to wander further afield.

For a couple of minutes I tease  them, running my fingertips along the
elastic leg band of their knickers until Mara in frustration pulls the
fabric to one  side and  pushes my  hand onto  her warm  little mound,
releasing her knickers to snap back on  my fingers.  Chloe too, wishes
for more and is rocking her hips,  trying to increase the contact with
my fingers.   For  a second  or  two I  massage her  mons  through her
knickers, then  slide  my fingers  under  the waistband  for  my first
direct contact with her most intimate place.

I gently caress and  tweak their tiny  clits and a  minute later first
Chloe then Mara lift one leg onto the arms of the chair allowing me to
probe in between their  thighs.  Both of  them are sopping  wet and my
fingers spread the warm  slippery secretions over  their mounds, until
they slide slickly over the girls' warm satiny  skin.  I begin to drag
my fingers from their clits down to  the openings below, but the tight
fabric of their knickers restricts my movement.

Again Chloe is the  first to act, noticing  my difficulties, she lifts
her hips and slips  her knickers down to  mid thigh.   This causes her
legs to close and trap my fingers up against  her hot little cunny.  I
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way down her legs, as soon  as I clear her ankles  her legs snap apart
and my hand is free to roam once more.

While I am helping Chloe remove her  knickers, Mara is squirming in my
lap and removing her own, as soon as  her legs are free she recaptures
my hand and stuffs it back  between her legs.   I immediately begin to
trace figure eights around  her clit and tight  little opening, gently
pressing inwards until  after a few  circuits my finger  slips, to the
first knuckle, into her  tight clinging sheath, accompanied  by a deep
satisfied sigh.

Between Chloe's  thighs  the wide  gap  between her  labia  acts  as a
natural guide and I  draw my finger up  and down between  them, at the
top I rapidly circle the hard nubbin of  her clitoris a few times then
slide downwards to  her drooling  cunt.  As  I circle  her opening she
bucks her hips and captures  my teasing digit to  the last knuckle, my
finger sliding without  resistance into her  steamy quim.   Her vagina
has been stretched so much over the last two years that I find it easy
to add a second finger to the one already  inside her, while I have to
work the finger on  my other hand  in and out  a few times  to bury it
completely within Mara's  tight, clinging  passage and in  the cramped
confines of the chair I find it impossible to add another.

I lower my head to kiss first Chloe  and then Mara, slipping my tongue
between their  lips to  lick along  their gums  and tussle  with their
tongues.  As I move from  Mara back to Chloe she  follows my mouth and
presses  her  cheeks  between  Chloe's  and  mine.    Initially  Chloe
stiffens, her  eyes snapping  to  Mara's, but  almost  immediately she
relaxes and moans as we engage in  an awkward three cornered kiss, all
three of our tongues twining together.

As we kiss,  I gently  rub their  firm little  clits, pushing  them in
small  circles  with  my  thumbs.    After  a  few  minutes  of  light
stimulation both girls are squirming in my  lap and moaning softly.  I
begin to increase the  speed of my pistoning  fingers and gently pinch
their clits between the side  of my finger and  my thumb, twisting and
pulling on their  stiff little  nubbins.   Mara's moans  become little
whimpers, then loud squeals of pleasure  as she cums, her tight little
vagina milking and  squeezing on my  finger.  Two  minutes later Chloe
climaxes almost  silently,  tiny, almost  inaudible  squeaks  the only
audible sign of her pleasure.  Lower down it is a different story, her
legs snap together on my hand and while  her vagina might be more open
than Mara's, the muscles tighten viciously  on my fingers, rippling up
and down my fingers with almost bruising force.

For almost thirty  seconds Chloe  cums, her fingers  digging painfully
into the muscles  of my  forearm.  Finally  her tight  passage relaxes
around my  fingers then  a few  seconds  later her  legs  separate far
enough for me to extract my hand.  When I  bring it towards my lips to
taste her juices Mara grabs my wrist and sucks my fingers into her own
mouth,  savouring  the  taste  of  her  friend's  intimate  emissions,
uttering little moans of contentment.   She then removes my other hand
from between her legs,  my finger withdrawing from  her vagina with an
audible pop, then guides my finger to a point just under Chloe's nose.
Chloe's eyes cross as  they follow the  path of my  finger towards her
and  she  pulls  back  slightly  before   coming  to  a  decision  and
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inside her mouth for a  moment then deciding she  likes it she engulfs
my entire finger and eagerly sucks it clean.

A sudden  pounding  on the  door  makes  us all  jump.  The  pizza has
arrived.  I quickly rearrange my  cock in my pants and  go to the door
followed by the girls, who stand behind me as  I pay for the pizza and
take it and the drinks from the delivery man.  Closing and locking the
door we return to the chair.  Where the girls perch on  the arms and I
sit with the pizza box on my knee.  I Pick  up the remote and wind the
video back to the point where we had  gotten distracted.  For the next
ten minutes or so we munch on the pizza as we watch the movie, passing
the bottle of lemonade between us.

When the  pizza  has  been  reduced  to  nothing  but  crusts  and the
occasional sliver of ham, Mara takes my hand and pulls it up under her
dress, rubbing my greasy  fingers on her clit,  five seconds later she
yanks it out with a pained squeal as the residue of the peperoni burns
her sensitive skin.  Without thinking she puts her own begreased hands
between her thighs and starts to rub furiously trying to alleviate the
pain.  As the burning sensation spreads she realises what she has done
and jerks her hands away, but the damage has been done and tears begin
to well up in her eyes as her entire pussy is engulfed in fire.

Only now do I realise the  cause of her distress.   I quickly lift her
into my arms and  carry her into  my bedroom laying  her, now sobbing,
body on the bed.  Knowing that water  will only make the problem worse
I forcefully  separate  her  thighs  and  dip  my  head  between them.
Applying as much pressure as I can I  drag my tongue from her arsehole
to her navel,  trying to  clean up as  much of  the greasy  residue as
possible.  I  lave the  reddened skin of  her groin,  applying as much
saliva as possible to her agonised vulva.

Slowly her sobs subside  to little whimpers of  discomfort and then to
moans of pleasure.   Her hips start  rocking and her  hands press into
the back of my  head, holding my lips  to her burning  labia, while my
tongue alternates  between  plunging  into  her  clinging  vagina, and
flicking over the tip of her swollen clit.

For nearly ten minutes I lick and  suck on her blisteringly hot little
cunt, as she  slowly approaches orgasm,  her moans rising  in pitch to
become squeals  of pleasure  as she  comes  closer and  closer  to her
climax.  At the last moment  I pull back enough to  rub a still greasy
fingertip over the tip of her exposed clitoris before sucking hard and
drawing it between  my pursed lips,  as she tips  over the  edge.  Her
legs are locked tight behind my head as the rest of her body goes into
spastic convulsions, flopping all over the  bed.  For over two minutes
she cums,  her howls  of joy  subsiding  in volume  as she  looses her
breath.  All the  while my cheeks are  hollowed as I suck  hard on her
clit, my tongue rasping over the tip.

Finally she collapses unconscious, and I am  able to pull my head from
between her legs and rub my bruised ears.

"Wow!" Chloe's voice startles me  and I turn towards  her, "Is she all
right?  What happened?  Her  eyes just sort of  turned until they were
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"She's fine," I say,  "she's just knocked out  because her orgasm just
kept on going until she couldn't take any more."   Even as I say this,
Mara stirs, and I'm just in time to stop  her from rubbing at her poor
abused pussy.

She slowly recovers her wits  and puts her hands  behind her knees and
curls up so she can look at her pussy  which is a bright glowing, pink
in colour.  She  says, "Oh wow,  that was fucking  awesome, that's the
best one I've ever had, but that stuff from the pizza hurt."

Chloe asks me, "Why did you put more of that stuff on her pussy at the
end?"

I explain, "Because just before  some one is about  the have an orgasm
their brain gets  all mixed up  and can't tell  the difference between
what feels good and  pain.  The  feelings get mixed  together and they
both feel like pleasure but much, much stronger.  So I thought that if
she had already had felt so much pain at the start I'd uses it to make
it feel even better at the end.

"It's sort of like  when I rub your  pussy.  At the  start I touch you
very softly and gently because it would  be uncomfortable if I was too
rough, but as it  starts to feel good  I rub harder and  that makes it
feel even better so I can rub harder still.   Right at the end I could
do something really bad  like burn you  with a cigarette  and it would
just make you cum really, really hard.   You'd notice that it hurt but
it would feel so good at the same time that you just wouldn't care."

"Your not going to burn me!" Chloe says, taking a step backwards.

"Of course not, I'd  never do anything to  harm either of you.   I was
just using the cigarette as an example."  I reassure her.

"What about when you spanked me?  You hurt me then.", Mara interjects,
mischievously pulling my chain.

"You know why you  were spanked, and you  even told me  you needed it.
It didn't harm you it just hurt for a while." I reply, asking, "Do you
think you'll ever do anything dangerous like that again?"

"No never." she replies with a rueful giggle,  "So if you make it hurt
at the right  time, it  doesn't really hurt  it makes  it feel better,
right?"

"Yeah, but you have to be careful, because  when you start to use pain
like that, you can  start making the  pain worse and  worse until your
brain gets so  confused that only  pain feels good  any more.   Or you
might start to like  hurting other people  like a bully  does and then
you don't care about  them.  It's wrong  to do things  to other people
that they don't like  just because you  want to, especially  if sex is
involved."

"The most important thing about sex is  that you should care about the
people you  are  doing  it  with  and  they  should  care  about  you.
Otherwise you should  just play  with yourself until  you do  find the
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"I think so." says Mara, "So  if somebody I didn't  like tried to make
me have sex with them I should tell to stop and if they don't I should
tell somebody about it."

"Almost, even if it's somebody you loved and you didn't want to do it,
you should make them stop, or tell somebody.  Because if they don't it
shows that they care more about how they feel than they do about you."

"Does that  mean when  Ken wants  me to  have  sex when  I want  to do
something else, I should tell him to 'wait until later on or I'll tell
somebody'?"  Chloe asks.

"Exactly. You should tell your mother or father."

"But I don't  have a father  and Mummy doesn't  care about  me.  She's
always going to stupid parties and things."

"Well in that case  maybe you should  talk to Sherry,  she's your best
friend's mum and I think she'd  help you.  In fact it  might be a very
good idea to talk to her anyway." I tell her.

"I couldn't, she'd tell the police and then Ken would get into trouble
and I wouldn't have anybody who loved me any more."  Chloe protests.

"No she wouldn't!"  Mara and I say  together.  I continue, "She'd keep
it a secret  if you asked  her to.   What if I  told her  and made her
promise to keep it a secret?"

"I don't know." Chloe says slowly.

Mara makes her own  pitch, "I really think  you should, Mummy's really
good at keeping secrets."

Chloe silently thinks for a long while and  I quell Mara with a glance
when it looks like she's  going to say something  else.  Finally Chloe
reluctantly agrees, saying, "O.K. you can tell Sherry."

I draw her to me and give her a big  hug, saying, "It'll be all right,
I promise.   Now why  don't you two  go and  have your  shower and get
cleaned up, before somebody  else gets this stuff  on themself.  We'll
finish watching the movie afterwards."

"Will you have a shower with us?"  Chloe asks.

"Yeah, come on." Mara says, grabbing my hand and tugging on it.

I continue to hold Chloe in my arms as I get to my feet and allow Mara
to tow me to the bathroom.   I set Chloe on her  feet and say, "Skin a
rabbit." as I peel her dress off over her  head.  She giggles and tugs
my shorts and jocks down to my ankles.

"I'm a rabbit too." Mara says, standing with her arms raised above her
head and wriggling her nose.

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"Now you." she says and motions for me to bend down.  I comply and she
peels off my T-shirt.   "Hey, you're not a  rabbit." she says, tugging
at the red thatch of hair on my chest.

"No I'm a fox." I growl, "And you know what foxes eat?"

"Rabbits." she  giggles and  bolts from  the  room, Chloe  hot  on her
heels.

"When I catch you rabbits I'm gonna eat  you up." I growl before going
after them.

I leave the room and see  them peeking around the corner.   As soon as
they see  me they  shriek in  mock terror  as  they turn  and run.   I
maintain my distance as I chase  my squealing and giggling prey around
and around the house, until on the third circuit they bolt into Mara's
room instead of  turning into the  kitchen.  When  I get  there I find
them lying on  the bed  with their  hands pulling  their legs  back to
their chests.

"Are you've going to eat us?"   Chloe asks with  a giggle from between
her knees.

In answer I kneel beside the bed, and shove my face into her wide open
pussy.  With exaggerated growls and munching sounds I attack her tasty
slot, mouthing the entire area encompassed by  her labia.  I feel them
swell under the influence of my lips and tongue and her giggles become
interspersed with little gasps as she becomes aroused.

I begin to focus my oral  assault on her pussy,  licking from her tiny
pink pucker upwards  to plunge  my pointed tongue  into her  open cunt
hole.  I wriggle  the tip deep  inside her giggling  body and abruptly
her giggles stop  with a loud  gasp.  I  plunge my tongue  in and out,
tasting the  delectable juices  that begin  to  flow from  her vaginal
opening.  After a minute or so of tongue fucking her little passage, I
withdraw and rasp my tongue over her distended clitoris.  Chloe begins
to makes a queer  little sound in the  back of her  throat, half growl
and half purr as I suck hard on her protruding love button.  I move my
head backwards as  I suck, until  her clit pulls  free of  my lips and
snaps back and she emits a  little squeak.  I repeat  this a few times
before cupping her  buttocks and  lifting them  until her  knees touch
down either side of her head.

Suddenly Mara rouses and as I press my tongue against her friends rosy
sphincter she moves  to place her  own knees inside  Chloe's and leans
forwards to lick  and suck on  Chloe's clitoris.   Chloe's body tenses
under our combined  assault and I  find it impossible  to make headway
into her tightly clenched anus.   A few seconds  later Mara pushes her
head against mine and forces me  back as she licks  her way to Chloe's
overflowing vagina and forces her tongue into  it.  She then seals her
lips to  her  friend's nether  lips  and sucks  hard,  drawing Chloe's
vaginal secretions into her mouth.

Before Mara  can swallow  I forcefully  raise  her head  and  drive my
tongue between her  lips to  share the  flavoursome bounty  of Chloe's
juices.  Suddenly I feel her grin and before  I can stop her she drags
her hand over  Chloe's pussy  leaving a  slight greasy  residue before
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I place  my tongue  back on  Chloe's rectal  opening and  lick upwards
forcing Mara back,  Chloe's clit stretches  almost an inch  and a half
before snapping free and she moans loudly in response.

As the Chloe's vulva start to burn I continue my lick onwards soothing
the fire  and exciting  her to  new heights.   Just  as I  capture her
clitoris, Mara pushes  back until her  friend's clit pops  free.  Back
and forth we tussle, seizing and loosing control of the prize.  I does
not take  much  of this  sort  of treatment  before  an  ecstatic howl
escapes Chloe's lips and  she cums hard, her  pulsing vagina squirting
it's liquid contents  over our  faces, her  pussy juices  also flowing
into the crack of her arse and over her belly.

As her climax begins to subside  I abandon the fight  for her clit and
plunge my  stiffened  tongue into  her  rectum as  it  relaxes between
contractions.   With  a  triumphant  cry,  Mara  attacks  her friend's
pulsating clitoris and begins to gently chew and pull upon it.  Within
seconds Chloe cums  again and then  again, squealing  and pounding her
fists on the  bed.   Finally she can  take no  more and  pushes weakly
against Mara's chest.  With one last suck Mara sits back on her heels,
grinning like an idiot and I carefully lower Chloe's body to the bed.

Her chest heaves as  she struggles to  regain her breath  and when she
does, she glares at Mara, "You're right, that stuff burns."

Unrepentant, Mara asks, "But wasn't that the best ever?"

"Yeah, I never knew I could have more than  one orgasm at a time." she
replies.

I lever myself to my feet and pick up a squirming body under each arm,
saying, "Shower time." and  heading for the bathroom  where I set them
down to turn on and adjust the water.

As I lean  into the  shower enclosure two  pairs of  little hands wrap
around my engorged member and I turn  to look down into their wickedly
grinning faces.  A few seconds later fire blossoms in my groin.  "Your
turn."  Chloe informs me, cheekily, before wrapping her lips around my
glans and thrusting  the tip  of her tiny  tongue into  the piss hole.
Almost immediately Mara snatches  my cock from her  friend's mouth and
plunges forwards  with an  obscene slurp,  stopping  only when  I bump
against the back of her throat.  Playfully they fight over my cock the
burning sensation slowly subsiding  as they alternately  coat my prick
with saliva and suck it clean.

It only takes a few minutes before my balls are churning and I pull my
cock free, saying, "I'm gonna  cum.  Put your  heads together and open
your mouths."  to  the girls.    They immediately  press  their cheeks
together and open wide, as I begin the  jerk furiously on my cock, not
caring that I'm  smearing more  grease on  the head.   As  the burning
starts, I begin to cum, the  first spurt spattering across their noses
and cheeks, I correct my aim  and the second splashes  off the roof of
Chloe's mouth and onto her tongue.   The next lands directly on Mara's
out stretched  tongue and  I step  forwards  to rub  my cock  on their
faces, smearing the  remaining weaker  spurts and dribbles  over their
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They quickly clean the cum from my  cock with eager tongues, then fall
to licking  each other's  face clean,  as  I finally  start  the water
running in the shower.  They protest vociferously, as I scoop up their
entwined bodies  and step  under the  warm water,  then giggle  as the
sperm remaining on their faces turns to a sticky gelatinous mess.

As we take turns  to soap each  other's body clean,  the falling water
has it's  inevitable psychosomatic  effect and  Mara  is the  first to
announce, "I need to pee." followed almost immediately by Chloe's, "Me
too."

"Wanna pee on my face?" I ask Mara and she  gives me a wicked grin and
a nod in reply.

Chloe looks on  dumbfounded as I  drop to my  knees and  sitting on my
heels, lift Mara  to kneel on  my shoulders.   She looks  down into my
upturned face as she steadies herself with one hand on my forehead and
opens her pussy lips with the  fingers of the other hand.   I close my
eyes as I see the skin  around her urethra bulging  and a second later
feel her warm urine splash onto my cheek and run down my neck.  I move
my head under the  stream flowing from her  bladder, coating my entire
face, before opening  my mouth  and allowing  the last  of her  pee to
squirt onto my tongue and fill my mouth,  then overflow to run down my
chin and onto my chest.

Mara finishes with a few  short spurts and as  I swallow, Chloe gasps,
"Oh wow, you drank her pee!"

I open my eyes and grin at her  shocked face, "Yep! Little girls taste
nice.  What about you?  Do you want to pee on me?"

She looks down at my cock which has risen  to a little past half mast,
"Can I pee on your penis?"

I nod and lift her to straddle my legs.  She supports herself with her
hands on my shoulders and squats as I fist  my half hard cock and hold
it upright before her  tilted pelvis.  She  struggles self consciously
for a few moments  before she is able  to relax her  muscles enough to
start the flow.   At first  her pee dribbles  from her  body and drips
between her buttocks then  cascades from between her  labia to spatter
from the head of my penis, which rapidly hardens completely.

Chloe squeals as I follow the stream with my knob and press it against
the opening of  her urethra, causing  her pale golden  urine to squirt
over her clit and spray in all directions.  "Oh wow! That feels nice."
she says, wriggling  her hips.   Suddenly  the my  cock slips  and she
squeaks as the head pops into the tight  warm clasp of her vagina, her
labia coming to rest against the side of my hand.   As the last of her
urine flows over my hand, she eagerly asks "Are you going to fuck me?"

"Later," I say  as I  use my  fist to  push her  from my  cock, "let's
finish our shower before we run out of hot water."

"Spoilsport." she grins, slapping my shoulder.

As I begin  to rise, Mara  pushes me back  down and  squirts an overly
generous quantity of shampoo  into my hair.   Together they massage my
scalp, playing  with the  foam and  pulling  my hair  up  into spikes.


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After I rinse the suds from  my hair I pull Mara down  into my lap and
wash her hair as she does Chloe's.

As we stand and I reach for the taps, Mara grabs my softening cock and
says to me, "Do you want to pee?  I want you to pee on my pussy."

"Me too!" says Chloe.

"Me three." I say and take Chloe by the shoulders to move her to stand
beside Mara.  As they stand there  with their hips thrust forwards and
their fingers stretching their pussy lips,  I take aim at Mara's chest
and let fly, quickly zigzagging my stream downwards over their bellies
and onto their exposed clits.

"That tickles!" Mara  giggles, as  my golden  stream splashes  off her
mound and fingers.

I turn to Chloe and find  that she has her  clit pinched between thumb
and forefinger and is twisting  and pulling on it.   She shudders when
my hot piss hits her fingers and the  tiny piece of flesh between them
and her fingers move faster.

When I turn back  to Mara, she  is emulating her  friend, her knuckles
white with the pressure she is exerting on her steaming little snatch.
As my  piss starts  to run  out I  begin  to stop  and start  the flow
pulsing the last of my  urine onto her busily  working fingers and she
cums with a squeal, falling to  her knees just in time  for me to send
the last of my pee jetting into her open mouth.

Beside her Chloe gasps  and her fingers go  into overdrive, feverishly
attacking her clit as she  drives four fingers of  the other hand into
her cunt.  Warm lips and fingers on my stiffening cock distract me and
I look down to see Mara stripping the  last droplets of urine into her
mouth.

Suddenly Chloe shrieks and my cock is  pulled free as she collapses on
top of Mara, an intense climax ripping through  her body.  I catch her
just before her head  hits the tiled wall  of the shower  and lift her
into my arms, cradling her heaving body as she slowly recovers.

Mara's evil little  giggle makes me  look up just  in time  to see her
twist off the  hot water as  she steps from  the shower  enclosure.  I
gasp and Chloe  squeals as the  suddenly cold water  splashes from our
bodies.  I  quickly step  out from under  the icy  flow and  put Chloe
down.  Ignoring Mara, who giggles from the doorway, I take a towel and
rub Chloe dry, then allow her  to perform the same service  for me.  I
grin at Mara, who is now beginning to shiver, as the exhaust fan draws
cooler air past her body.  Finally she works up enough courage to step
back into the bathroom  for a towel and  I grab her,  pulling her face
down across my knee.

I dry her bottom with a towel and as she  realises what I have in mind
she begins to squirm, but is unable to escape as I press one hand into
the small of her back.   "Chloe," I say,  pointing at Mara's wriggling
backside, "do you  want to  do the honours?   I  think five  should be
enough."




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Chloe nods, grinning and kneels astride my outstretched leg. Mara lets
out a drawn out wail, "Noooooo."  Her cry is cut short as Chloe's hand
descends and lands with surprising force  on Mara's clenched buttocks.
Four more  times her  arm rises  and  falls, each  time  the resulting
'crack' sounds loud in the confined space of the bathroom.

When I  release her,  she springs  to  her feet,  rubbing her  bum and
trying to scowl as we grin at her.  Finally she grins with us and when
I hold up the towel she steps forwards and  allows me to enfold her in
it then rub her dry.

In her bedroom Mara gets my  old T-shirt out and slips  it on, then as
Chloe has no sleepwear offers  her baby dolls to  her.  Chloe refuses,
pointing to Mara and saying, "I want one like that."

I sigh and lead them into my room, then pull another shirt from my bag
and hand it to Chloe.  For myself I choose  a pair of trackie daks and
pull them on.

"Let's finish watching the movie." I say taking hold of their hands.

Chloe hangs back and  pouts at me,  saying, "Aren't you  going to fuck
me?"

"Well I was going to wait until after the movie, but I've got a better
idea." I say and pull her from the room.

I remove my pants and slouch  in the chair, lifting Mara  to lie on my
chest, with her  head by  my cock.   She inhales  my flaccid  cock and
moves it around inside her mouth with her  tongue.  As my prick begins
to swell in her mouth she  tilts her head back and  allows the head to
push into the back of her  throat.  When my  growing cock threatens to
push her face  from my  groin, she gulps  and takes  my swelling glans
into her oesophagus, her  rippling throat muscles are  all it takes to
bring me to a rock like hardness.

Mara works  her throat  muscles a  few  more times  then  takes thirty
seconds to slowly pull back  as a slack jawed  Chloe looks on, finally
releasing my cock with an obscene slurp and turning a shit eating grin
on her friend.

Chloe's jaw eventually snaps shut, and she  asks, "Oh wow, how did you
do that?"

Mara airily  replies, "Oh,  it's easy,  you wanna  try it?"  and moves
sideways to sit on the arm of the chair,  the fingers of one hand idly
toying with her  clit as  Chloe quickly scrambles  to take  her place.
"O.K. when his  cock won't  go any  further, tilt  your head  back and
swallow."

Chloe wraps her lips around my prick and bobs  up and down a few times
getting used to my size, then pushes forwards until the head lodges in
her throat.  She immediately gags and pulls back coughing, throwing an
accusing glance at Mara.

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Chloe recovers and slips her lips back over my knob, once more bobbing
up and down before pushing down  with a slow steady motion, swallowing
as I bump into the back  of her throat.  When she  has only an inch to
go she pulls back with a gasp.

"Oh, take a deep breath too."  Mara instructs.

Chloe nods and tries again.  When my glans slides over the back of her
tongue she inhales deeply through her nose,  and forges on.  This time
however she has worked out how to relax  the muscles of her throat and
my knob slides smoothly down her throat until her lips come to rest at
the base of my cock.  She holds still for a few moments before backing
up until only the head remains in her mouth as she takes a breath then
begins to move her head up and down the entire length of my shaft with
a smooth steady motion, fucking me with her face and throat.

Finally I  have to  restrain her,  as  she shows  no sign  of stopping
herself.  "I thought you wanted  me to fuck you." I  say and She nods,
keeping my  knob trapped  in her  mouth.   "Well if  you keep  that up
you're going to get a mouthful of cum instead."

She releases my cock  with a pop and  grins at Mara,  "Beat that." she
challenges and I have to stop Mara as she moves to try.

I grasp Chloe's hips and pull  her snatch up to  my mouth to lubricate
it with my saliva.  It is an  unnecessary task as her delicious juices
are flowing abundantly from  her vaginal opening to  coat her clit and
drip onto my  chest.   I use  my tongue  to lap  up the  excess before
reversing her body and sitting her on my stomach facing my feet.  Mara
moves to  kneel at  my feet,  her eyes  fixed on  my cock  and Chloe's
cunny.

"Do you want to  help?" I ask her  and when she nods,  I instruct her,
"Hold my cock pointed up."   She wraps her hand around  the base of my
cock and  aims it  at the  ceiling as  I lift  Chloe's hips  and slide
backwards until my cock points at her vagina.   I then lower her until
my cock presses between her labia, Mara grins as she begins to drag my
glans back and forth between her friend's pussy lips, first coating it
with Chloe's  freely  flowing  secretions  then  rubbing  it  in small
circles over Chloe's clit and then back to the entrance to her vagina.

For nearly a minute Mara teases Chloe  in this fashion until she moans
in frustration and  bounces in  my hands, trying  to capture  my cock.
Finally I  relent,  telling Mara  to  hold my  cock  still  and thrust
upwards sinking  half of  my shaft  into  the tight,  warm  embrace of
Chloe's sheath, A squeak escaping from her lips as the head bumps into
the neck of  her womb.   Mara releases  my cock  and sits  back on her
heels to see what I will do next.

I lower my hips keeping my  glans pressed to the dimple  at the end of
her vagina.   As  I settle  into the  cushion, I  let some  of Chloe's
weight press  downwards  and  I feel  her  cervix  open  up  around my
intruding cock.  Mara's eyes nearly fall  from her head as she watches
the bulge  of my  cock travel  up  her friend's  belly.   When Chloe's
cervix snaps over the flare of  my glans I let go of  her hips and she
squeals as I let her drop the last two inches into my lap.




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Mara looks disbelievingly, at her friend  fully impaled on my cock and
hesitantly reaches out to  push her finger into  Chloe's navel.  Chloe
giggles as Mara inadvertently tickles her as she says, "Oh wow!  I can
feel his cock."

"And I can feel  your finger." I say,  "Now will you  kindly remove it
before Chloe giggles me off?"

Mara deliberately tickles  her friend  for a  few seconds  longer then
sits back, asking, "Doesn't that hurt?  How did you get it in so far?"

Chloe speaks first,  saying, "No,  it feels  really good.   I  feel so
stretched and full."

I then answer the question  directed at me, "I  pushed my cock through
her cervix into her womb."

"Wow!  Do  you mean  it's right inside  where the  baby grows?"   Mara
asks.

"Yep." I tell  Mara as I  take hold of  Chloe's hips  and start moving
them in small circles.

Chloe squeals, and says "Oh, he's stirring up my insides."

Mara then  leans forwards  and licks  at  the junction  of  our bodies
before sucking Chloe's clit between her lips  and chewing on it.  When
Chloe tries to lift herself upwards I use my hands on her hips to keep
her pressed into  my lap,  stopping her  from moving  more than  a few
millimetres in  any direction.   She  is already  well aroused  by the
teasing Mara had given  her before and as  Mara continues to stimulate
her clit by licking sucking and chewing on  it, it only takes a minute
or so before an intense orgasm crashes through her body and I feel her
belly muscles ripple under my fingertips  as the well toned muscles of
her vagina contract with almost painful force around my intruding fuck
stick.  I groan at the intensity of the  feeling, and grit my teeth to
hold back my own climax as the muscles  of her immature cunt ripple up
and down the lower half of my cock.

She pushes Mara's head away as her climax  subsides and I heave a sigh
of relief as  my own  impending orgasm subsides,  and my  balls slowly
drop back into my scrotum.

I wriggle sideways and  motion for Mara to  squeeze in beside  me as I
pick up the  remote and back  the tape up  then set  it playing again.
For the remaining half hour or so of the  movie we sit like that, Mara
and I idly toying with Chloe's clit,  exciting her to fever pitch then
letting her cool down for a while as Mara massages my balls.  Over and
over again we tease Chloe and whenever she tries  to move I pin her in
place.

By the end of the movie my lap is awash with her juices and I am white
knuckled from the  strain of  restricting Chloe's  movements.   She is
well past  the point  of begging  us  to let  her cum  and  is moaning
incoherently, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks.

As the final credits roll I lift her from my lap, feeling my cock snap
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entrance of her vagina, I  silently count the seconds  and on thirty I
slam her  downwards as  I thrust  up  into her  unresisting  body, our
bodies  coming  together  with  a  wet   slap,  cunt  juice  splashing
everywhere.  Immediately I lift her up and pull her back down.

It only takes  half a  dozen of these  savage thrusts  before her tiny
body goes absolutely  rigid and she  throws her head  back, emitting a
piercing shriek that is fit to wake the dead,  as she cums so hard I'm
scared she's going to burst a blood vessel.  Over and over the muscles
of her  abdomen flex,  and her  sheath  contracts around  my intruding
shaft milking  the cum  from  my balls.    In great  jolting  spasms I
climax, sending jet after jet  of my semen searing  through my cock to
splash against the back wall of her womb.

Mara looks on in awe as her friend begins  to thrash in my lap, having
to grab one of  her arms as it  swings in an  uncontrolled arc towards
her face.  I slip my fingers between Chloe's labia to capture the rock
hard pebble that  is her clit,  pinching it between  my fingertips and
pulling hard, stretching it away from her body and releasing it with a
snap, over  and over  again I  ravage her  swollen clitoris  until she
falls unconscious,  her  body  slumping onto  my  chest  and  her head
lolling on my shoulder.

I don't know how long  her orgasm lasted before  her body finally goes
limp, but on the TV  screen the credits are  finished and the trailers
are running.

Mara gazes bugeyed at the saturated junction  of our bodies, as if she
is unable to believe what she  has just witnessed.  All  she can do is
repeat continuously, "Oh wow! Oh wow!" as her friend slowly recovers.

Drool  drips   from  Chloe's   lips  as   her  eyelids   tremble  then
lethargically open to reveal  eyes that stare blankly  at the ceiling.
Slowly they begin to track and she groans.   She carefully turns to me
and her lips work silently for  a while before she  is finally able to
whisper, "thank you."

Mara slips from  the chair  to kneel  at my  feet and  look up  at her
friend as she  asks, "Was  that good?"   Chloe silently  nods and Mara
continues, saying, "I can't wait for Daddy to do that to me."

Chloe's head  snaps  forwards  upon  hearing  this  and  she  sits up,
exclaiming, "You want your father to fuck you!  Wow!"  As she moves my
softening cock pulls  free and  her cervix  snaps closed,  trapping my
semen inside her  body.  Shrinking  further I slip  completely free of
her vagina's warm  embrace and  a flood of  cunt juice  gushes into my
lap.

With a cry of delight, Mara dives forwards  to suck my cock clean, but
when she moves to lap at her  friend's swollen pussy, Chloe pushes her
away with groan.   Mara  shrugs philosophically  and rolls  her friend
aside, to get at the  tasty liquids pooled in  the hollows either side
of my shrunken cock.

When she lifts her  grinning face, the area  around her mouth glistens
with Chloe's secretions and  her tongue snakes out  to clean her lips.
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the juices she was  unable to reach.   "Now it's your  turn," I inform
her, "but let us retire to the bedroom."

I settle both  girls on my  hips, struggle to  my feet  and carry them
into my bedroom then drop them onto the bed.  I then jump onto the bed
between them and they  laugh as I set  them bouncing.   Rolling over I
wrap my  arms around  their  tiny bodies  and  hug them  to  my sides,
kissing the tops of their heads.  I  gently drag my fingernails up and
down their backs, pushing their T-shirts  up under their arms, feeling
them squirm  delightfully  in my  arms,  then slip  my  hands  down to
squeeze their cute little bums.

Mara wriggles for a moment  then rolls over and  sits up, stripping of
her shirt,  before lying  back down  and pulling  my hand  between her
legs, Chloe however  is content  to remain snuggled  into my  side.  I
tease the outside of Mara's immature  little pussy with soft caressing
strokes for a few moments, then separate the  lips to scoop up some of
the moisture that has begun  to seep from her  opening and transfer it
to coat  her  clit.    I gently  roll  her  little  nubbin  between my
fingertips, feeling it harden in my grasp and extend to peek from it's
protective hood.

The current arrangement of our bodies  is somewhat awkward and because
I want to  see what I  am doing I  rise to my  knees and  move Mara up
towards the  head  of the  bed  and lie  down  between  her widespread
thighs.  Using my  thumbs I separate her  baby pussy lips  and gaze at
the delicate  flesh  between  them, watching  her  little  clit slowly
withdraw into it's protective hood.

I spend so long just looking  at her that Mara raises  her self on her
elbows to look at me and say, "Hurry up and make me cum you bastard."

I grin at her and shake  my head, enjoying her  frustration.  When she
takes matters into her own hands  and rubs at her pussy,  I let her go
for a little while before stopping her  and sucking the juice from her
fingers, then settle back to watch her clitoris disappear again.  Mara
uses her feet to pull herself down the bed  and push her pussy into my
face.  I let her rub her crotch over my  face until her clit stands up
once again then pin her hips to the mattress and blow a cooling stream
of air over her engorged love button.   Mara struggles to increase the
stimulation on her pussy, but only manages to make the bed shake.

By now  Chloe  has  recovered  enough  to  take  an  interest  in  the
proceedings and after removing  her T-shirt, shifts to  lie facing me,
with her head cushioned  on Mara's stomach.   She grins  when she sees
what I am  doing and  begins to blow  in counterpoint  to me,  so that
Mara's clit is  hit by our  breath, first from  one side  and then the
other.   We keep  teasing her  in  this fashion  for  several minutes,
letting her  frustration increase  until  her head  and  shoulders are
bouncing on the bed and her heels drum on my back.

When I finally  dip my  head to flick  my tongue  over the  tip of her
swollen purple  clit, she  bucks her  hips so  hard that  Chloe's head
bounces on  her belly,  driving a  grunt  from her  as it  falls back.
Chloe and I return  to blowing across her  clit and she,  yells at me,
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I smile at Chloe and she grins back at me  then puckers up for a kiss.
I shift forwards  enough to comply,  pressing my chin  to Mara's pubic
bone, just above her slit.  On top of Mara's quaking body, Chloe and I
press our lips together and entwine  our tongues, ignoring the bucking
and heaving body bellow us.   A few seconds later  Mara manages to get
one hand free and grabs a handful of my hair.  She jerks my head up so
she can  look into  my eyes  and  menaces me,  "If you  don't  suck me
properly, I'm going to rip your bloody hair  out."  She then pushes my
face into her pussy and holds it there.

I extend my tongue  and with a slow  deliberate stroke I  drag it from
her glistening little  pucker, over her  drooling hole and  on to rasp
over her plum coloured clitoris.  From her lips comes a long drawn out
moan which  rises  to  a  shrill  squeak  as  my  tongue  contacts her
pulsating nubbin.  I return my tongue  to her tiny arsehole and repeat
my oral  assault  again and  then  again.   As  her  breathing becomes
quicker and more ragged I place the ball  of my thumb over the opening
of her vagina  and press  inwards, my  intruding digit  sinking easily
into the  hot tight  embrace of  her oozing  cunt.   I tease  her rosy
little anus with my forefinger until it relaxes and allows me to slide
into her warm, buttery depths.

I pinch the  thin membrane separating  her arse and  vagina between my
fingers and slowly work my fingers  in an out of her  body, as I nurse
gently on her clit.  She  begins to buck her hips up  at me, trying to
force my fingers deeper inside her body.  Just  as she is about to tip
over the edge  I pull  my fingers free  of her  body, and  release her
clit.  I  grin at Chloe,  who grins back  and starts  blowing, as Mara
moans in frustration, continuing to buck her hips at nothing.

I massage Mara's legs from knee to just  below her crotch while I wait
for her to  cool down  a little.   As her  breathing shifts  to a more
regular pattern I work my finger back into her little rosebud, quickly
adding a second and then a third with surprising ease.

As I look at  my fingers working in  and out of her  I realise that my
cock is not much thicker. "Mara," I say,  "I know you want your father
to be the first to fuck  you in your pussy, but would  you let be fuck
your bottom?"

She pushes Chloe  off her  belly and pulls  behind her  knees, curling
herself into a  ball trying  to look  at where  my fingers  are slowly
moving in and out of her body. "Will it hurt?" she asks.

"Not if we  go slowly, I've  already got three  fingers in  you and my
cock isn't that much bigger."  I reassure her.

"O.K." she agrees, "your fingers feel good, but  you have to stop if I
says so."

"Of course." I say, continuing, "Chloe, do you want to get my cock all
slippery?"

I turn onto my side so  Chloe can get at my cock,  while she slips her
lips over my knob and pushes them down to the root, I continue to move
my fingers in Mara's  bottom, keeping her sphincter  open.  Chloe bobs
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saliva.  Again I have to  push her off me, as  she seems determined to
bring me off with her mouth and the tight muscles of her throat.

I pull my fingers from Mara's  backside and rise to  my knees, a small
quantity of her shit  sticks to them so  I ask,  "Chloe,  could you go
and get me a  wet cloth, please?" As  Chloe scrambles from  the bed, I
ask Mara to get onto her hands and knees.  She does as I ask, with her
little bottom  pointing at  me and  I  lean forwards  to  dribble some
saliva into her open rectum.

Chloe returns and while I'm  cleaning my hand, she  pushes her head in
front of me to revive my  softening cock, this time  she pulls back as
soon as  I  am  fully  hard.  As I  place  my  hands  on  Mara's hips,
separating her buttocks  and holding  her steady.   Chloe takes  me in
hand, aiming my penis at the  opening between her friends buttocks, as
I shuffle forwards on my knees.   Chloe holds my shaft steady, placing
my glans against  Mara's puckered  opening.  I  push forwards  but her
anal sphincter resists my entry and my glans flattens against it.

"Relax Mara," I say, "push with you  muscles like you are doing number
twos."

I push forwards again as I feel her anus  opening up around the tip of
my cock, very slowly  my knob forces it's  way into Mara's  body.  Her
arsehole is  almost painfully  tight on  me,  but I  continue  to make
headway slowly.  Finally the flare of my glans pops inside and another
inch or so follows  with a rush before  I can stop and  Mara squeaks a
soft, "Ouch!"

"Are you all right?" I ask, concerned.

"Uh huh," she says, "just wait a minute while I get used to it.  God I
feel so stretched."   A  short time later  she nods  her head, saying,
"O.K. keep going."

Chloe leaves go of my shaft  and sits back on her heels  to watch as I
carefully pull backwards until my glans  catches against her sphincter
then slowly push  forwards, sinking  nearly half of  my cock  into the
tight, buttery, warmth of Mara's anal passage.  Her head hangs between
her arms and she  breathes in short sharp  pants as she  takes a short
rest, letting her intestines get used to the intrusion.

She lifts her head and groans as  she resumes pushing back against me,
three quarters of my prick disappearing  between her buttocks before I
drag to a halt.  Hunching  my back I pull back a  little, while I work
up a good gob of spit  and drool it onto the  point where my tumescent
cock penetrates  her  obscenely  stretched  arsehole.    As  my saliva
dribbles around my member I slowly  push forwards into the tight, hot,
depths of her  colon until  my balls come  to rest  against her pussy.
"How do you feel Mara?" I ask.

"Full." she says,  then giggles,  "I feel  like I've  got to  take the
biggest poop, ever.   Can you  just leave it  there for a  minute?  It
feels so good."

While we  wait I  reach underneath  her,  to play  with  her clitoris,
gently pinching and pulling on it.  She  moans as my fingers touch her
and a few  moments later her  hips begin to  rock back  and forth, her


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sphincter griping  so  tightly  around my  cock  that  her  skin tents
outward before an inch or so  of my shaft slips  free, then follows my
cock inwards as she pushes back onto me.

As her arsehole relaxes, the length  and tempo of her thrusts increase
until she has half  of my cock plowing  in and out of  her arse and my
finger looses contact  with her clit.   I lift  my hands  her hips and
gently still  her  motions,  as I  take  control,  pumping  with slow,
careful strokes between her quivering butt cheeks.

Chloe rises to her knees and waddles over the quaking mattress to rest
her head in the small of Mara's back.  Her  jaw works for a moment and
she begins to dribble slippery spit, from the corner of her mouth into
the valley between her friend's pale, white buttocks.

As the  slick fluid  flows around  my pistoning  prick, I  lengthen my
thrusts until I am driving the entire length  of my cock into the tiny
child, crouched before me, my balls slapping wetly against her swollen
pussy lips.  With each  of my, almost brutal,  thrusts, her head flies
back and an excited squeak is forced from her slack lips.

Chloe's head slips from Mara's back under the influence of my pounding
movements, so she rolls over onto her back and wriggles underneath her
friend, positioning herself  with her  head between  our legs  and her
pussy under Mara's thrashing head.  As I pull back I look down and see
Chloe extend  her tongue  and drag  it  from Mara's  swollen clitoris,
between her engorged  labia, along my  cock shaft and  onto my swaying
balls.  Mara shrieks  with pleasure as her  friends mobile lips return
to suck on the tiny nubbin of sensitive flesh that is her clitoris.

I lean forwards as  I force myself back  into Mara's clenching rectum,
and support myself on  my hands.  I  look over Mara's  shoulder as she
dips her head to cover Chloe's entire mound with her mouth.  I imagine
her busy  tongue  flickering  over  Chloe's  hard,  little  button and
driving into her slick, little cunt.   Lower down Chloe licks my balls
then sucks them both into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, releasing
them with a  slurp as  I pull  back, withdrawing  until only  my glans
remains lodged in Mara's  tight little bottom.   I rest  a few seconds
then thrust forwards,  driving home with  such force that  I knock her
flat, her  lips pulling  free of  Chloe's  mound with  a  wet, kissing
sound.

Rather than lifting her back onto her knees,  I slip my hand under her
belly to support her as I shuffle backwards  and lower her to lie flat
on top of her  friend, her face pressed  between Chloe's raised thighs
as Chloe's lips and tongue  seek and find her  own oozing love tunnel.
I move my legs between Mara's and fuck her with long, hard strokes, my
nuts bouncing off Chloe's nose as  her upraised legs prevent Mara from
sliding down her sweat slick body,  every time my crotch slaps against
Mara's upturned buttocks she grunts into her friends bucking pelvis.

As I pound my rock  hard fuck stick into  Mara's pre-pubescent body, I
feel Chloe's hands grasp  my buttocks and  a tiny finger  probes at my
clenching arsehole, rubbing in  small teasing circles  around the rim.
Her feathery touch excites me to new  heights and I go into overdrive,
my knob  swelling as  I brutally  stab  my rampant  prick  into Mara's
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Beneath me her body stiffens then shudders  and my cock drives home in
a stop,  start motion  as the  tight  ring of  muscles  surrounding my
prick, alternately  clench and  relax, as  she climaxes,  her staccato
cries, pulsing into her friend's overheated gash.  The sensation these
rapidly repeated outbursts bring to Chloe's  straining clit are enough
to send her over the edge and her softer cries stimulate Mara to fresh
heights.  At  the same  time as she  begins cumming,  Chloe drives her
finger home  in  my  arse  and  the  tip  punches  into  my prostrate,
triggering my own massive climax.

Our  bodies  are  connected  together   like  some  incredible  sexual
amplifier and as  each jet of  my sperm sears  it's way  from my balls
through my adamantine shaft,  to where Mara feels it splash within her
receptive bowels, her cries  rise in volume.   This in turn stimulates
Chloe to yelp louder into her  friends drooling cunt, as she withdraws
then drives her  finger back home  against my aching  prostrate.  Even
after I ceases  to spasm deep  inside Mara's tiny  bottom, their cries
continue to drive  each other  higher and  higher, until  finally Mara
crashes and her  young body  goes limp  beneath me.   As  Mara's cries
cease to stimulate her, Chloe's own  cries become rapid panting gasps,
that slowly subside into a more normal pattern of breathing.

I am barely able to prevent myself collapsing and crushing their small
bodies but  I  am  loath  to  pull  my  still  firm  cock  from Mara's
unconscious body.  Instead I wait for her to recover enough to help me
roll over onto  my back, while  keeping her impaled  on my  cock.  Her
sphincter grips me tight  enough to prevent the  blood from leaving my
prick.  As I lay there with her cuddled to  my belly I feel a familiar
tickling sensation and have an incredibly nasty idea.

"Mara," I  say, "I  need to  pee  and I  want to  do  something really
naughty and fun."

"What's that?" she asks, her curiosity piqued.

"Can I pee inside your bottom?" I ask, hesitantly.

"Oooh, that is nasty."  Chloe's says.

At almost the same time, Mara asks, "Wouldn't that be messy?"

"Probably, but we  can sit  on the toilet  together and  then when I'm
done you con just slip in between my legs."

"O.K. let's do it."  she agrees, eagerly.

I Clasp her  to me  with one arm  and slip  my other  hand between her
legs, both to help support her weight and to uses a finger tip to keep
my cock in her  arse. I carefully work  my way to the  edge of the bed
and Chloe helps me sit up, then stand.  She follows us, giggling at my
undignified waddle, as I make my way to the littlest room.

I sit on the seat and  spread Mara's thighs so  that she straddles me.
The sensations brought  about by  Mara's tight  arse on  my cock  as I
walked and the though of what  I'm about to do  make it impossible for
me to piss  and I have  to wait a  minute, silently  going through the
times tables.   Finally I  relax enough to  continue and  send a short
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"Oooh, I can feel it going inside me!  It's all tingly." she exclaims,
then orders, "Rub my clitty."

I'm happy to comply and as  I send another spurt of  warm pee into her
body, I begin to play with her  clit, rolling it between my fingertips
and pulling it away from her body.  As I stimulate her clit I continue
to release my  scalding pee,  in short jets,  into her  seven year old
guts.

Just as I pulse the last of my urine into  her, she cums on my fingers
and I have to  hold her tight, as  she writhes, squealing,  in my lap.
Under my hand  her belly  is pushed outwards  with my  pee and  as she
recovers, Mara looks down at where my hand caresses her bulging tummy.
"It looks like I'm going to  have a baby." she  giggles and pushes her
hand under mine.

"let me  see?" says  Chloe and  places  her hand  beside Mara's.   She
giggles as  she  feels  the rumbles  of  her  friend's  churning guts,
saying, "Oooh I can feel him kicking."

Both Mara and I giggle when  she says this and my  cock begins to slip
from Mara's arse.   Fearing  a rather messy  accident, I  get Chloe to
lift Mara's legs  as I  spread my  own and  straddle the  bowl, moving
backwards to sit right on the back of the seat with the sharp edges of
the hinge biting  into my buttocks.   I'm just  in time  and lift Mara
forwards, as my rapidly wilting member slips free.  A mixture of shit,
piss  and cum, literally falls from  her gaping arsehole, to splash in
the bowl beneath  us and she  gives an immense  sigh of  relief as her
bowels empty themselves in a rush.

When it is over  I lift her  to her feet  and she bends  forwards as I
grab a wad  of paper and  gently swab her  bottom clean.   "I think we
need another shower." I say, with a laugh and gather her up in my arms
for the short walk to the bathroom.   Behind us the toilet flushes and
Chloe comes out holding her nose.

Mara giggles at  her friend, as  I set her  down and  adjust the water
temperature until it is lukewarm.  Together we step under the soothing
spray and  as it  getting late  I  quickly sponge  the residue  of our
sexplay from their tiny  bodies, though I do  pay careful attention to
Mara's little bum,  marvelling as I  watch her anus  continue to close
up, until I wonder how I got my cock into such a tiny opening.

"How does it feel?" I ask her, as I gently run the soapy cloth between
her little bum cheeks.

"Sore," she replies, "but it's a nice  sore." and takes the cloth from
my hand, motioning for me to kneel down as she rinses the cloth clean.

When they would make a game  of washing me clean,  I stop them saying,
"No more of that, it's getting late and you should be in bed."

They both pout at  me and Mara calls  me a "Meanie." but  they do as I
say and I'm soon as squeaky clean as them.

We step from the  shower and quickly towel  each other dry,  as I ask,
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They both  nod enthusiastically,  though Chloe  asks, "Where  will you
sleep?"

"Oh I'll sleep in Mara's bed." I  answer, airily, although I expect to
join Sherry for at least part of the night.

I hurry  them along  to  the bedroom  and  help them  back  into their
oversized T-shirts and tuck them into bed.   They ask me to join them,
but when  I glance  at the  clock I  refuse, "No  way, it's  after ten
o'clock, you were supposed to be in bed over an  hour ago.  If I stay,
we'll probably still be awake when Sherry  comes home.  And then where
would we be?"

Chloe gives a  shudder at the  thought of being  caught fucking, while
Mara just grins at  me wickedly from behind  her friend.   I kiss them
thoroughly good night  and leave  the room,  grabbing my  trackie daks
from beside the armchair and slipping them on.  I recover my book from
out on the deck and settle down in the kitchen  with it, as I wait for
Sherry to come home.

Half an hour later I look  in on the girls and  find them fast asleep,
embracing in the  69 position.   I smile  to myself  and thinking that
Sherry will enjoy the sight when she comes home.




































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Chapter 17              - CHLOE'S STORY.



Some time later I am  woken by the sound  of a key in  the lock of the
front door and  lift my  head from the  table to  look up  blearily as
Sherry comes home.  "Hi Geoff,  how were the kids?   Any trouble?" she
asks as she comes  into the Kitchen and  deposits her keys  and bag on
the table.

"They were great, no trouble  at all." I say,  continuing, "We do have
to talk though."

"Hang on a sec while I go and pee."  she tells me, as she hurries into
the toilet.  Returning a few minutes later  with a strange look on her
face.  "Can you tell me how your clothes  managed to get in the middle
of the girls clothes in the bathroom?"

"Uh, that's part of what I wanted to talk to you about." I say.

"Don't tell  me.   You managed  to seduce  and corrupt  another little
girl.  Right?" she guesses.

"Well not exactly," I reply, "Chloe was corrupted, if you want to call
it that, more than two years ago by her big brother."

"Huh, would you care to explain that remark?"

"Well it happened like this.  When  we were playing Ludo before lunch,
the girls were sitting  with their legs  crossed and after  a while of
rocking back and forth their knickers started to show.  There was some
thing about Chloe that I couldn't quite work out until I realised that
she didn't have a slit like a little girl but a fair sized gap between
her pussy lips.

"As for Mara her knickers had  shifted to one side  and half her pussy
was out in  the open air.   Chloe noticed  this and pointed  it out to
Mara, then asked about the bruises, Mara of course said they were from
having her cherry popped.   Chloe didn't ask  what that meant, instead
she began to ask if Mara  had had sex.  Mara  explained about the log,
and I distracted them back  to the game as  I thought the conversation
had gone far enough.

"I guess it  was then  that I began  to suspect  that Chloe  wasn't as
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"I would have  thought that  it would be  painfully obvious,  when she
asked Mara if she had fucked."  Sherry says.

"No she never  said that.   You wouldn't  have understood,  unless you
knew what she was talking about."

"Oh!  So what happened after that?" she asks.

"Lunch." I say and grin at her.  Dodging as she aims a punch at me.

"Smart arse!" she says, "You know  what I mean.   What happened when I
was out this afternoon?"

"Very little actually," I reply, "They played dressups as you know and
tried to make me judge.  I managed dodge  that one, but when they came
out dressed  in  your old  mini-dresses  and frightful  makeup  jobs I
couldn't help myself and started laughing.   Mara got mad and stripped
off, she stood there in  her knickers and challenged  me to do better.
That's when I did the Islander and Indian costumes.

"After that we went swimming until the tide turned.  When we got under
the shower on the beach, they both stripped of their bathers and I saw
that Chloe really did have a  big gap between her pussy  lips.  I took
off my own shorts without thinking about  it and that's when Chloe let
the cat out of the bag  by saying that I was  bigger than her brother.
Mara asked when  she had  seen her  brother and  Chloe started  to get
upset, saying, 'I'm not supposed to tell.' and bursting into tears.

"By then it was obvious that she had been having sex with her brother.
I managed to get her calmed down and questioned her about it, as I was
afraid her brother had been hurting her.   Although she didn't tell me
how it all started, she did make it  obvious that she really loved her
brother and that she liked playing around with him.

"When I got to asking if they had oral sex,  it was Mara's turn to let
the cat out of the bag,  saying, 'it tastes good,  doesn't it?'  Chloe
put two and  two together  and figured out  that Mara  and I  had been
fooling around, and  she asked if  I had fucked  Mara yet.   Mara said
'no', turned the question back and Chloe  told us she had been fucking
since she was five.

"After that, there didn't seem to  be much more to  say, so I promised
that I would keep her secret and we came back up to the house."

"Wow, only five years old." Sherry  whispers to herself and squirms in
her seat, obviously excited  by the thought.   She then  asks, "If you
promised not to  say anything,  then why are  you telling  me all this
now?"

I answer, "Because I later found out that while her brother was always
gentle and loving with her, he wouldn't  always take no for an answer.
I figured that  as she got  older she would  start to  resent this and
major problems would occur.  In fact,  as we were talking about sexual
ethics at the time, I figured that the problems would start as soon as
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"The only two  answers to this  that I could  think of  were to either
tell her mother or the  police about it, thereby  loosing her, her big
brother, whom she loved so much."

Sherry interrupts, saying forcefully,  "No that's NOT  an option." I'm
surprised by her vehemence and she replies to my questioning look, "Go
on I'll explain later."

I look at her a moment longer and continue, "The other option, and the
only one that I really considered was to find an adult who would stand
up for her.  You were the logical and only choice as I'll be gone in a
week and it has to be somebody who is around  all the time and who can
be trusted to keep  her secret.  So  I convinced Chloe  that you would
help her to  stand up  to her brother,  and she  agreed to  me telling
you."

"So how did you convince her?   Did you tell  her about my involvement
with you and Mara?"

"No," I reply, "She only knows about me and Mara, though she does know
that Mara want's Carl  to be the  first to fuck  her in the  pussy.  I
just talked fast until she agreed to my telling you."

"Uh Huh.  So what did you really get up to this evening."

"Well we went  and got  the movie,  you would  have loved  their first
choice, they thought they were getting  something like the Muppets." I
say, and let it hang for a moment.

"Oh?" she  says,  then,  "OH!  you  don't  mean...?"  and  breaks  off
laughing.

"Yep.  Meet the Feebles." I laugh back at her.

"That would  have been  an educational  experience." she  giggles, "So
what did you get?"

"The Muppet Movie."  I answer, then muse, "I think we'll have to watch
it again as Chloe missed the last half hour or so."

"Oh?" Sherry raises her eyebrows.

"I'll get to that later." I  tell her and go on to  tell her about the
rest of the evening.   She laughs at her  daughter's misfortune when I
tell her about the pizza grease on my hands.

I'm not sure how Sherry  will react to my  introducing her daughter to
watersports, as I tell her hesitantly about  getting Mara to pee in my
mouth.   I   needn't  have  worried,  as Sherry  cums  on  her fingers
immediately and  staggers  to  her  feet.    Dragging  me  towards her
bedroom, she tells me that wet  sex is one of  her favourite kinks and
she hadn't said  anything because  she had been  afraid that  it would
turn me and Mara  off.  I steer  her to one  side and we  peek into my
bedroom.  Sherry  gasps at the  sight of the  two little  girls on the
bed, they have moved  a little but it  is obvious what  they have been
doing as they  still lie  head to  tail, and  their shirts  are raised
enough to expose their naked cunnies,  which still show signs of their
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Sherry's hand has slipped  once more between her  legs, and an obscene
squelching  sound  emanates  from  her  crotch   as  her  fingers  dig
forcefully at her overheated gash.  I pull  her from the door and lead
her into  her  own  bedroom.    While  Sherry  hurries  to  remove her
clothing, I drop my pants to  the floor and wait  beside the bed, with
my cock standing  at half  mast as  I watch  her frantic  motions, her
knickers falling with a wet  splat to the bare  floorboards.  With the
last of her clothing  off, Sherry shoves  me backwards to  fall on the
bed and dives  for my crotch,  inhaling my prick  and swallowing until
the glans pops  into her throat.   When I  am fully hard  she bobs her
head up and down twice more and climbs up to straddle my hips.

She reaches underneath herself and fists my bloated member, holding it
upright as she lowers  herself to capture  the tip in  the entrance to
her saturated cunt.   Satisfied, she  removes her hand  and drops down
onto my cock  impaling herself  in one  swift motion,  hissing through
clenched teeth  as my  rock hard  shaft  spears into  her body  and we
actually fuck for the first time.

There is no finesse to her actions as she rapidly pumps up and down on
top of me and I am glad that I have  already cum twice that evening as
her frantic motions soon get me caught up in her excitement and I lift
my hips  to match  her downward  thrusts as  I reach  up to  knead her
bobbing tits.  She cums hard as I viciously squeeze her erect nipples,
biting her lower lip to keep from  screaming out in ecstasy and waking
the girls.

I pull down  on her  shoulders and lift  my head  to suck  hard on her
tits, swirling my  tongue around her  hard nubbins  and soothing them.
As her excitement rises once more is start to chew gently on first one
then the other and when her orgasm is imminent I bite down hard on her
right nipple, sending  her crashing over  the brink,  a muffled scream
escaping her lips.

Eventually, I can hold back no longer and  place my hands on her hips,
jerking her up and down faster  and faster as my  cock swells more and
more.  Finally I  pull her down  into my lap  as my cum  boils from my
balls and burns it's way through my cock.  Sherry climaxes for a third
time as she  feels my cock  jerking inside her,  she bites  her lip so
hard that I see  a trickle of blood  run down her chin  and I pump her
spasming cunt full  of my seed.   Exhausted she  collapses forwards to
lie on my chest and asks me to continue with my story.

"Oh that poor girl."  she giggles, her cunt  twitching on my softening
cock, as I tell  her how Mara and  I kept Chloe on  the edge of orgasm
for so long and that was  why we would have to  watch the movie again.
She massages  me with  her internal  muscles as  I describe  the rapid
conclusion of that fuck and life begins to return to my poor cock.

When I tell her about  taking her daughters anal  cherry she begins to
rotate her hips  in small  circles as she  continues to  squeeze on my
hardening cock.  By the  time I  finish my  recital by  describing our
triple climax Sherry  has sat up  on my lap  is slowly  sliding up and
down on my shaft, which I has returned to a steel like rigidity.

Sherry lifts herself from me and lets my cock  fall with a wet slap to
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saturated lap. "I want you to fuck my arse now. Hard." she tells me as
she crawls into the middle of the bed.

I roll over with a mock  groan to crawl up behind  her and position my
knob against her puckered anus.   When I begin  to slowly push against
her she says, "No!  Ram it into  me.  I  want to really  feel you slam
home."

I comply  with her  wishes and  pull harder  on her  hips, and  as her
arsehole dilates around my intruding glans,  I pull back savagely as I
thrust forwards, burying my entire shaft  in her bowels, in one brutal
stroke.  She grunts in pain as I slam home, then says through clenched
teeth, "Now, fuck me hard, really give it to me."

Nothing loath, I  pull back  and slam  forwards driving  another grunt
from her  body as  my belly  slaps  wetly against  her buttocks.   The
clenched muscles of her  anal passage soon  relax and I  begin to move
more freely within the  tight confines of  her rectum and  I'm able to
take my hands from her hips.

"Yesss!" she hisses as I reach  underneath her to her swaying breasts,
viciously squeezing her nipples and brutally  stretching her them away
from her body.  "Oh, fuck yess, harder! HARDER!"  She cries, and tries
to support herself on one  hand as the other  reaches between her legs
to maul her oozing cunt and engorged clit.

It takes only a few seconds before she cums, her arsehole squeezing on
my pistoning  shaft  twice  before  her  arm  buckles  and  she  falls
forwards, pulling  free of  my cock.    I raise  her from  the  bed by
shoving four  fingers  into  her  still  spasming  arse,  and lifting,
sliding three pillows under  her belly before sinking  my rigid member
through her slack sphincter into the buttery depths of her colon.

Leaning forwards,  I  grab  her tits  and  brutally  hammer  her arse,
driving her body towards  another climax as I  maul her small, conical
breasts.   Each of  my pounding  thrusts  driving a  half  grunt, half
squeal between her  lips.   My own excitement  rises as  I continue to
piston my cock within her  rumbling bowels, and my  balls ache as they
draw up and labour  to produce yet another  wad of jism.   Finally her
sphincter clenches around  my shaft  and collapse on  top of  her as I
pulse a few tired dribbles of cum into her spasming arsehole.

Sherry rests for a few moments, then heaves her shoulders and rolls me
from her  body  and  rolling  over herself  to  rest  her  head  on my
shoulder.  "Oh fuck!" She groans, "That was good!  So was that all you
and the girls did, or is there more?"

"Well there's just one more thing,  but I'm not sure  if you are ready
to hear it." I tease her.

She grabs my balls  and gives them  a warning squeeze,  "Tell me!" she
hisses, "And it better not be that you  fucked her pussy or these come
off, I want to be there when THAT happens."

I mock cringe and hurriedly say, "No  of course not, she's saving that
for her daddy, it's nothing really."

Another squeeze, "Tell me!"


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"All right!   O.K. already!   I  just gave  her a  piss enema,  when I
finished fucking her tight little butt."

"You what?" She yelps, "Oh that  is so hot.  I want  you to do that to
me right now."

"Well my  bladder  is  ready,  but  there's  just  one  teansy  weansy
problem."  I say, indicating my shrunken penis.

"Your  right  it  is  teansy."  She  says  and  releases  my  nuts  to
contemptuously flick my flaccid prick, "But we can soon fix that." and
turns to take my  slimy member into her  hot mouth.   The nastiness of
her action, combined with her expert  oral technique, soon has my cock
stirring and my glans slipping into  her tight throat.  Satisfied that
I'm hard enough, she lifts her  head to ask, "How do  we stop making a
mess?"

"Well Mara and I did it on the toilet." I answer.

"Then what are we waiting for let's go." she says, scrambling from the
bed and dragging me by the cock after her.

In the toilet I take my  place on the throne  and Sherry kneels before
me to give my cock one  last lick before rising  and turning to impale
herself on my standing shaft.  She plays with her tits, while I fondle
her clit as I pulse my  warm pee into her quivering bowels.   As I run
out of piss I drive three fingers into her  cunt and pinch hard on her
clit.  She rewards me by, cumming  forcefully, the muscles of her cunt
and arse  squeezing  hard on  my  fingers  and cock.    As  her climax
subsides she cuts looses with  a flood of scalding  pee into my cupped
hand.

Without stimulation  I am  unable to  maintain my  hardon, and  I push
Sherry forwards as  I spread my  legs.  A  second later  my cock slips
free and her bowels empty with an obscene, wet, farting sound into the
bowl beneath us.  With weak knees she stands  and wipes her arse, as I
get up and press the button.

"Three showers in one night, that's got to be a new record." I joke as
I support her into  the bathroom and  leave her leaning  on the vanity
unit as I adjust the shower to be as hot as I  can stand.  We are both
so exhausted, that all we do is stand under the water and let it rinse
the sweat  from our  bodies as  the heat  revives us.   A  few minutes
later, somewhat recovered  I pick up  the soap and  washcloth and wipe
down Sherry's body, then stand while she returns the favour.  Out from
under the hot water we  towel ourselves dry and  go into kitchen where
the relatively cool air finishes reviving us.

Sherry puts the kettle on and we sit naked  at the table while we wait
for it to boil.  "O.K. why isn't telling Chloe's mother an option with
her problem?  You said you'd tell me later."

"Well, where to start?  Did you  know Chloe's father was dead?" Sherry
asks me.

"Well I knew he wasn't around, but  nothing else." I say, "What's that
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"Everything,"  Sherry  says,  "Pauline,  that's  Chloe's  mother,  got
pregnant with Ken,  her brother, just  before she  turned sixteen, and
her family and Jerry's  (that's Chloe's and Ken's  father) forced them
to marry only a  week after her  birthday, not a  very good beginning,
but all in all their marriage was O.K.,  they were civil to each other
even if there was little love between them.

"Unfortunately less than a  month after Chloe was  conceived Jerry was
killed in a road accident.  The other driver was a big name in tourism
and drunk.   Rather than  be dragged  through the  courts, he  paid up
without a whimper, actually setting up a  trust fund for Ken that paid
a very generous income to Pauline  until Ken turned eighteen, at which
point the fund was turned over  to him.  When  he learned of Pauline's
pregnancy, god knows how, he added to the fund and Pauline got another
twelve years  of  support.    Probably  the  only  reason  she  didn't
terminate her pregnancy.

"With her future assured, Pauline decided to  catch up on the life she
had missed due  to her  early marriage.   Ken was  old enough  to look
after himself, so she  more or less just  left him to  his own devices
and started partying.  Even  when she found out  she was pregnant, she
kept it up, right  up to the sixth  month, though I will  say this for
her.  Pauline was  reasonably responsible and didn't  drink during her
pregnancy." The kettle boils at this point  and Sherry gets up to make
drinks for us.

When she returns  to the  table she hands  me my  tea, and  sits down,
turning her  own cup  in her  hands, as  she looks  at me  through the
rising  steam  and  continues   her  tale.     "Pauline  resented  her
confinement during the last trimester, as she had become accustomed to
her new lifestyle and two weeks  after Chloe's birth, Pauline left the
kids with a  babysitter and  was back, out  on the  town.   Six months
later, when he turned  twelve, Ken became the  babysitter and has been
mother, father, big brother and apparently lover, to Chloe ever since.

"He was the one who would drop her off at  creche on his way to school
and pick her  up on  the way  home.   Two years  ago when  she started
school it  was  the  same  story and  he  added  making  sure  she had
everything she needed for school and  cutting her lunch to his duties.
And since he  got his  licence he also  does all  of the  shopping and
pretty much everything else.

"Pauline makes sure that they have plenty of money, all their material
needs seen to, cooks their tea  and pays for a  housekeeper to come in
three times a week, but beyond that has  almost nothing to do with her
own children."  Sherry concludes her sad tale.

"So you see that telling Pauline  would be the worst thing  to do.  At
best she  would feel  incredibly guilty  for neglecting  her children,
kick Ken out and try to take over the  raising of a daughter who hates
her guts for  driving out  the only person  who loved  her.   And more
likely, as  she is  so self  centred,  she would  just turn  the whole
problem  over  to  the  authorities  as  her  available  income  would
increase.  Ken would be  placed in a youth  training center, and Chloe
would be shunted  from one  foster home  to another  for the  next ten
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"Wouldn't she  just leave  things go  on  as they  have been?"  I ask,
"After all that's the easiest  course of action.   Do nothing and hope
the problem goes away."

"That's highly unlikely." Sherry answers, "Pauline is, in her own way,
a devout Catholic.  I think she uses it as a salve for her guilt about
leaving her children to  fend for themselves.   At the  moment she can
party all week and be forgiven  on Sunday, but if  she found out about
her children's sexual involvement, she would  feel forced to take some
action on it.

"No I think  you did the  right thing in  convincing her  to trust me.
I'm familiar with  their home  situation and I'm  now, thanks  to you,
sympathetic to  their incestuous  relationship.   Tomorrow,  uh today,
when Ken comes to pick her  up, we'll all sit down  with him, and talk
it through.   As for now,  it's after three  o'clock and  we should be
getting some sleep."

Sherry takes my mug and rinses  it and hers in the  sink and heads for
her room. I go with her to recover my pants,  but when I turn to leave
she shoves me onto the bed and invites me to sleep with her.

"What about Chloe?" I protest.

"What about  her."   Sherry replies,  "I  think we'll  have  to reveal
everything if we are to convince Ken to really trust us."

"In that case," I say, as I crawl under the covers and hold them back,
"come here, there's something I want  to try. That is,  if you can get
enough lead into my pencil to do it."

Sherry crawls in beside  and giggles, "That sound's  like a challenge,
but I'm really too tired to fuck."

"I don't want to fuck you." I reply, "Well  actually I do, but I'm too
tired as well.  All I want to do, is  try sleeping with my cock inside
you."

"Well, in that case,  come here." she  giggles as she  dives under the
sheets to engulf my cock with her warm, wet mouth.

"The hour or so since my last cum,  has rested me enough that Sherry's
expert lips and tongue have no difficulty  in getting my cock to stand
up and salute her.  Once  I am hard, she releases  me and emerges from
under the covers.  She lies on her side with her back towards me and I
cuddle up to  her, cupping  her breast  as she  guides my  spit slick,
pecker into her tight  love canal and  gives me a  little squeeze with
her internal muscles as she whispers, "Good night" to me.

"G'night." I mumble back and before my erection can even begin to wilt
I'm asleep.

          ***

Early the next morning, I'm woken by  giggles from the doorway and I'm
pleased to  notice  that  my  morning  hardon  is  still  ensconced in
Sherry's, now dry,  vagina.   I crack one  eye and  look over Sherry's
shoulder to where the girls are peeking through the open door.


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"Do you think they did it?"  Chloe half whispers to Mara.

"Of course silly, look his pants  are on the floor."   Mara replies in
the same low tones.

"So are your mother's and look they're wet,  it looks like she peed in
them."  Chloe giggles.

"No it's not, I bet it's just pussy juice.  I dare you to go and see."

"I can't," Chloe protests, "what if they wake up?"

"Chicken," Mara taunts in reply, "I double dare you."

Chloe  reddens  at  this  insult  and  creeps  across  the  floor  and
disappears below  my line  of  sight, presumably  to  examine Sherry's
knickers.  "Eeeew yuck!" her voice rises from beside the bed, "They're
slimy like a fish.  I dare YOU to come and touch them."

Mara is moving before Chloe finishes  speaking and she too, disappears
from sight.    "Wow!  They're soaking,  Mummy  must  have  really been
horny."

I carefully raise myself  onto my elbow  and look down  on where their
head are bent over Sherry's pile of discarded clothing.  A few seconds
later Chloe raises her head and  sees me looking at  her.  She squeaks
in a mixture of  fear and surprise as  she falls backwards  to land on
her bottom.  Mara looks up when she  hears her friend's outcry and she
too squeaks but manages to retain her balance.  Like rabbits caught by
a spotlight they freeze, their eyes locked on mine.

Sherry breaks the  impasse by muttering,  "Will you two  either get on
the bed so we can fuck you; or go away so we can get back to sleep."

As soon as Sherry begins to speak  Mara scuttles for the door, leaving
her friend to face the music  alone.  She stops as  she hears what her
mother is saying and with  a delighted shout, rushes  the bed and rips
the covers off.  Chloe's eyes nearly pop from  her head as she sees my
cock half buried in Sherry's pussy.

Sherry laughs at Chloe's  stunned expression and pulls  herself off my
cock as she rises to a sitting  position.  Mara immediately jumps onto
the bed and climbs  into her mother's lap.   I sit up  facing them and
motion Chloe to join me.  Silently she  clambers onto the bed and into
my lap, her eyes never, for a moment, leaving Mara and Sherry.

Sherry laughs  again and  says, "I  think we  better explain  to Chloe
before her eyeballs dry out."

Chloe shakes her head  and presumably blinks,  as Mara and  I laugh at
Sherry's joke and a few seconds later she uncertainly joins in.

"It's all right Chloe." Sherry reassures her, "Geoff told me about you
and Ken last night  and I want to  help you.  We're  all going to help
you keep your secret, because you see I have the same secret myself, I
like to have sex  with Mara too.   We're just going to  make sure that



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Ken understands that  sometimes you don't  feel like  making love with
him and he shouldn't force you."

Chloe looks disbelievingly at Mara, who  says her piece, "It's true, I
came into the  house two  days ago and  found them  fucking on Geoff's
bed.  I said I wanted  to see them doing it and  they let me play with
them." She then  throws me  an accusing  look, "I  never did  see them
fucking properly though." her expression  brightens, as she continues,
"But it doesn't really  matter now, I've  seen you and  Geoff and he's
fucked my bum  too." Suddenly  she clams  up, afraid  she has  said to
much.

"It's O.K.,"  her  mother  reassures  her,  "I  know  about  that  and
everything that happened last night.  And  I know what happened in the
back of the truck and down on the beach too."

"Everything?" Mara is  a little  incredulous, "Even  him peeing  in my
bottom?"

"That too, was it fun?"

"Oh yes, it  made me  have a really  good orgasm,  but it  was kind of
messy afterwards, like when you use the  hot water bottle when I can't
poo."

"I know, he did it to  me too and I had a  good cum too." Sherry grins
down at her  daughter, "Why  don't you keep  telling Chloe  about what
happened that day, she'll understand better if you say it."

I cuddle Chloe  in my  lap as she  silently follows  the conversation,
still to stunned to say anything herself.

Mara continues, "Well mummy told me how  to suck Geoff's cock and then
I played with her  pussy and then fucked  her with my  whole arm until
she had  so many  orgasms she  fell asleep.   After  that I  sucked on
Geoff's cock  for  a  long  time,  Mummy  kept  on  stopping  him from
squirting until there  was so much  sperm it came  out my  nose and he
fell asleep.  Then  they licked all over  me and they  wouldn't let me
cum, like we did to you last night, until when they did it was so good
that I fell asleep.

"When I woke up,  mummy tried to make  Geoff fuck me  but he wouldn't,
because I want my Daddy to do it first.  And now they're going to help
me get Daddy to fuck me." she finishes.

"I still  don't  know we're  going  to manage  that  miracle,  he's so
protective of his little girl."  Sherry laments.

"I don't know," I  say, "It might be  easier than you think.   When he
came in to tell me to take good care of you and kiss Mara goodbye, she
jumped into his  arms and his  finger slipped between  her pussy lips.
He didn't take it out and  he started to get hard  as Mara wriggled on
it."

"Really and truly!  Daddy got stiff for me?" she squeaks, "Goody. He's
got such a big penis, much longer than Geoff's" she informs Chloe.




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For the first  time since  I surprised her  this morning,  Chloe shows
some sign of animation. "Really?  It must be  huge, I want to fuck him
too."

"It is, but he's my daddy so I get him first, then you can fuck him."

Sherry looks on smiling as two seven  year old little girls decide how
they are going to share  her husband. "Don't you  think you should ask
me first?" she says, "After all he is my husband.  Now why don't we go
and get some breakfast and then I'll see what I can find in my 'Felix'
bag here."  She dislodges Mara and reaches  under the bed to pulls out
a black Gladstone  bag.   Mara tries to  open the  bag and  see what's
inside, but Sherry restrains her with  a laugh, "After breakfast." and
shoos her daughter off the bed.

I lift Chloe to the floor and we all head  for the kitchen.  When Mara
sees that Sherry and I are not putting any clothes on she discards her
T-shirt with a  whoop of  delight and prances  naked up  to the table.
Chloe looks a little  scared, but when I  say she can keep  hers on if
she wants to, she takes a deep breath and discards hers too.

Sherry gives the girls half a  cup of sultanas each  to munch on while
she and I perform our morning ablutions.  We return to find Chloe half
reclining, supported by her arms,  on the table in  front of Mara, who
is poking sultanas into her friend's vagina then sucking them out.

"Mara Lauren Hardy!" Sherry says, mock sternly, "How many times have I
told you not to play with your food?"

Both girls jump at the sound of Sherry's voice, Chloe looking a little
scared as they turn towards  us, but they quickly  relax when they see
our grins.  "But they taste  better this way." Mara  grins back at her
mother, "You want some?"

"You betcha!" Sherry replies, "Get up on the table and feed me."

I move to take Mara's seat, which is  warm from her hot, little bottom
and a trifle damp and Mara  climbs up on the  table beside her friend.
I reach for the cup and grab a handful of sultanas and poke three just
inside, the entrance to Chloe's vagina.   Once inserted I ignore them,
concentrating on the fleshy protuberance, of  similar size, at the top
of her mound.  Almost immediately  Chloe's bottom leaves the table and
she presses her cunny firmly against my lips.

Beside me Sherry  has pushed her  sultanas in too  far and  out of the
corner of  my  eye I  she  her digging  around  inside  her daughter's
squirming body with a finger,  trying to recover them.   As she find's
each one she counts it off and bites it  in half, feeding the piece in
her hand to Mara.  This  looks like fun, so I do  it myself, pushing a
finger inside Chloe and driving the sultanas deeper.

With my  tongue flickering  over her  clit,  I move  my  finger around
inside her slick passage, ostensibly probing for the lost fruit.  As I
do so,  I notice  her  breath catch  as  my knuckle  rubs  against the
upper/front surface of  her vagina and  I remember the  reaction I had
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Giving up all pretence of  searching for the sultanas,  I turn my hand
over and  insert  a  second  finger beside  the  first.    I  making a
beckoning motion inside her tight sheath, pressing firmly upwards with
my fingertips.   Almost  immediately Chloe's  breathing speeds  up and
becomes rapid as she quickly approaches orgasm.   And when I return my
lips to her clit and  suck hard, the double  assault becomes too much,
every muscle  in her  body  tenses and  her  mouth opens  in  a silent
scream.  Her head bounces on the surface of  the table as her hands go
from beneath her, but she does  not even notice as  I continue to suck
on her clit and massage her vaginal wall.

For more than half a minute she continues to cum, not stopping until I
still my  fingers  and release  her  rock  hard clit,  as  I  feel the
clenching of her abdominal muscles weaken.   I leave my fingers inside
her, but keep them  still, as I look  up and watch  her features relax
and her body  go limp.   I can see  her chest visibly  moving with the
strength of her rapid heart beat.  Her eyes  are open but she does not
move as her breathing and pulse returns to normal.  Beside us Mara and
Sherry have stilled their own  activity, as they look  on Mara in awe,
and Sherry with a knowing grin.

Finally, Chloe moves and struggles to a sitting position, She rubs the
back of her head and says "Ow!"

Chloe's comment breaks  the stasis, and  Mara speaks, "Wow!   That was
awesome.  What did he do?"

"I think I can guess." says Sherry, "What did it feel like, Chloe?"

"At first it felt  like I had to  pee really bad  then everything just
went white and I couldn't feel anything except what was happening down
there." she says as  she waves vaguely at  her groin.   "I didn't even
feel my head hit the table."

"I thought so." Sherry says, explaining,  "There's a place inside your
vagina that can make you cum really hard when it's rubbed, it's called
the G-spot.  A G-spot orgasm  feels really good, but  it makes you cum
so hard that you are very tired afterwards."

"And hungry too." Chloe interjects.

Sherry laughs, "Yes, and hungry.  I better get breakfast started."

"What about me?", Mara plaintively asks  her mother's retreating back,
"I want my G-spot rubbed too."

"After breakfast.   Chloe needs  to eat."   Sherry tells  her daughter
firmly as she measures out the oatmeal.

"Oh I  almost  forgot." I  say  and  Chloe giggles  as  I  recover the
sultanas from Chloe's creamy snatch, handing  one each to the girls as
I consume the third delicious morsel.

Chloe slides from the  table into my  lap, trapping my  rock had penis
underneath herself, so that  it lies between her  still swollen labia,
like a hotdog in a bun.  She rocks her hips back and forth a few times
then lifts herself  until my  knob rests against  the entrance  to her
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body, barely  pausing as  my glans  hits  then penetrates  her cervix.
"That feels much better than just sitting on it." she says.

"Oh wow!"  Mara  says, as  Chloe's  bottom touches  my  lap.   "Mummy,
Chloe's fucking Geoff."

"That's nice dear." Sherry says and I hear  a rattling as she gets the
bowls from the cupboard.

Chloe sits unmoving in my lap  and we just enjoy  the feeling of being
mated as  we wait  for Sherry  to bring  our breakfast.   A  couple of
minutes later Sherry deposits a  huge bowl of porridge  in the pool of
pussy juice in  front of us,  two spoons sticking  out of  it and sets
regular sized bowls before Mara's and her seats.

I spoon large quantities of sugar into our bowl, along with a big lump
of butter and  some milk.   Chloe attacks  the bowl  as if  she hasn't
eaten for days  and I  almost have to  fight her  for my  own portion.
Mara and Sherry are only  halfway through their's as  Chloe and I duel
over the last morsel of porridge  in the bowl.  I let  her have it and
she giggles and  hunches her shoulders  as I lick  up the  bits that I
have spilled near her neck.  My cock twitches as the vibrations of her
giggle are transmitted to it.  She giggles again and moves her hips in
a small circle as she tells me, "I felt that."

I tighten  the  muscles  of my  groin,  drawing  more  laughs  and hip
wriggles from  her.   "You're  going to  laugh  me off  if  you're not
careful." I tell her  and Sherry snorts  at my wordplay.   Mara laughs
also, but it  is at  her mother's expense  as Sherry  quickly rises to
grab a paper towel and blow the oatmeal from her nose.

Sherry's misfortune is too much for us and Chloe slips from my lap and
slides halfway under the table as we both join  in Mara's mirth.  As a
rueful Sherry return to the table with a cloth, I haul Chloe back into
my lap.   She twists in  my grasp and  turns to sit  facing me, rising
only long enough to reach between  us and hold my  cock steady, as she
quickly re-impales herself.

Two minutes later  Sherry and Mara  have finished and  the cloth slaps
wetly before us.   "You two can clear  the table while Mara  and I get
the dishes." Sherry informs us, "After all most of what's on the table
is your's." she indicates the puddle under our plate.

I hold Chloe's  tiny body  to me, with  one hand  on her  bottom, as I
stand and stack  the plates then  carry them to  the sink.   As I move
about the kitchen, putting things away, my cock slides in and out half
an inch or  so, eliciting delighted  squeaks and  wriggles from Chloe.
She squeals in outrage and thumps my shoulder, as I put the butter and
milk in the fridge and press her bottom  against the cold metal of the
shelving, but is mollified as I lay her on  the table and treat her to
full length thrusts as I wipe down the table around her body.

That done, I lift her up and finish the table then take the cloth over
to where an impatient Mara is bouncing from  one foot the other as she
speaks to her mother.  "Hurry up Mummy, they're starting without us."

Sherry drops the last spoon  in the drainer, pulls  the plug and turns
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it's you that's  keeping us  waiting.  We'll  meet you  in the bedroom
when you've put that lot away."

It's a  miracle  that, in  all  the crashing  and  banging  behind us,
nothing gets broken and  I barely have  time to fall  backwards on the
bed with Chloe before Mara bounces into the  room.  "What's in the bag
Mummy?" she asks as she skids to a halt beside the bed.

Sherry laughs, and pulls the bag into  her lap, opening it and peering
inside.  She  playfully pushes  Mara back  when she  tries to  see for
herself. Reaching inside  Sherry hums the  theme song  from 'Felix the
cat' as she  rummages around, prolonging  Mara's agony.   "Let's see?"
she finally says, "Do  you think you  can do anything  with this?" and
displays a huge rubber cock, complete with  balls, it is nearly a foot
and a half long and as thick as my wrist.

Mara's and Chloe's eyes bug from their head, but Mara doesn't hesitate
as she grabs  the monstrous  phallus and  tucks the  moulded testicles
between her legs, holding the length of the shaft against her belly.

"Hmmm," Sherry muses, as  Mara rests her  chin on the  bulbous knob on
the end, "that might just be a little  big." She reaches back into the
bag and pulls out a more modest device,  about the same size as Carl's
member and a relatively tiny  five inch model.   "Maybe these are more
your size."

Mara looks them over, but dismisses  them for the moment.   "I want to
fuck you with  this Mummy." she  says, tilting the  dildo forwards and
lewdly thrusting her hips back and forth.

Chloe and I giggle at Sherry's dumbfounded expression, her jaw working
silently up and down.  Finally her jaw snaps shut and she pull as tube
of lubricant and a bundle of straps from the bag.  "In that case we'll
need these, but  I don't know  how we're going  to make  this fit" she
says, holding up the harness.

"Let me see?" I  say, taking leather  harness from Sherry's  hands.  I
look it over for a while then pick up  the larger of the two vibrators
that Mara has  dismissed and hand  it to Chloe,  "Do you  want to play
with this for  a minute?"  I ask,  "I think  I know  how to  make this
work."

Chloe pulls free of my cock and promptly tries to fill her cavity with
her new toy.  We all  watch her struggle to get  the hard shaft inside
herself.  After  a few  moments Sherry  stops her  and takes  the hard
plastic phallus from her.   Sherry smears it with  jelly and squirts a
good dollop into  Chloe's hungry  snatch. "Now try  it." she  says and
hands the vibrator back to Chloe.

While still a struggle, she  manages to work the  first four inches or
so, into  her vagina  before the  end  stops against  her  cervix, her
little pussy lips obscenely stretched around  the intruding device.  I
start to turn  away but  Chloe is not  finished and  with a determined
expression she  places both  hands over  the butt  of the  phallus and
pulls up hard.  Her cervix already dilated by  my cock is no match for
such a determined  assault and  gives way  grudgingly as  Chloe slowly
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outside her body.   Beads of sweat stand  out on her  forehead and she
lets her breath go with a whoosh, as we all look on in amazement.

A loud thump causes Sherry and I to turn towards Mara, who is standing
slack jawed, the dildo, by some  freak of chance, standing between her
feet.  I  reach down  from the bed  to grab  it before  it falls over,
startling Mara as I deliberately prod her pussy with the tip as I lift
it.

I mate the dildo with the harness, and get down from the bed to try to
fit it to Mara.  I  leave the crotch strap hanging  for the moment and
thread the waist  strap through  its buckle  and pull  it snug  on her
hips, punching  the pin  through the  soft leather.   The  picture she
makes as she stands  there is obscenely grotesque,  the huge fake cock
hanging at a  forty five  degree angle from  her hips.   I  then reach
through from behind  and pull  up the crotch  strap and  tie it  on in
back.

Chloe continues to  slowly pump the  quiescent vibrator in  and out of
her body as she looks on,  giggling when Mara waggles  her hips in her
direction and  the tip  of the  dildo  swings in  a fifteen  inch arc.
Sherry just  licks her  lips  hungrily. Unfortunately  things  are not
sufficiently secure and  the straps begin  to slip  from Mara's narrow
hips.  Time for plan two.

I take the harness  from her body  and remove the  dildo, then rummage
through the bag until I find  what I just knew would  be there, a long
length of soft cord.  Raising my eyebrows to a blushing Sherry, I pull
Mara to me and  tie a loop of  the cord around her  waist, leaving the
long end dangling in front.  Holding the dildo in front of Mara I wrap
several loops of the  cords in a  spiral around the  obscene shaft and
pull it up between her legs until  the moulded balls press against her
buttocks, then tie of the rope in the small of her back.

Mara tries to climb up on the bed, but she is unused to the nearly ten
inches of fake cock that protrudes in front of her and she gets caught
up on  the edge  of the  mattress.   Eventually  though she  makes it,
blushing as we all laugh at  her awkwardness.  When  she would jump on
her mother and start fucking I restrain her, while I grab the lube and
squeeze some out  over the  inverted knob.   Her  tiny hands  make her
grotesque member look  even larger  than it actually  is, as  she uses
both hands to spread the lubricant over her gigantic phallus.

Chloe's hands stop moving as she and I look on as Mara starts to mount
her mother,  however  the angle  her  fake cock  is  held  at prevents
penetration.  Seeing this I hold an  over eager Mara back while Sherry
turns over and presents in the doggy position.   As soon as I let Mara
go she moves up behind her mother and positions the knob of her rubber
cock at the entrance of Sherry's vagina.

One second later, Sherry's  head is thrown  back and she  bellows in a
mixture of pleasure and pain, as Mara  forces ten inches of three inch
thick rubber into her  unstretched twat.  Fortunately  the lube on the
dildo and the enormous quantity of natural lubricants she had produced
as she watched me fit the  dildo to her daughter, ease  the way and no
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While Mara  holds  still  for a  moment  Sherry  reaches  over between
Chloe's leg and  twists the base  of the vibrator  protruding from her
cunt.  Chloe's reaction is immediate  and extreme, the buzzing against
the tightly stretched tissues of her young vagina trigger an immediate
climax and  her body  flops like  a fish  all over  the bed  until the
pulsating muscles of  her vagina and  womb force  the plastic intruder
from her body.

Sherry picks  up the  buzzing  tool as  it  falls to  the  mattress an
applies it to her own clit as Mara begins to pump away at her mother's
twat.  The length of Mara's fake cock is so great relative to her size
that Sherry has to help her, pulling  forwards as Mara pulls back then
backing onto her daughter's driving hips.   Mara's level of excitement
parallels her mother's as the shaft of  the rubber cock presses on her
clitoris, stimulating it with each thrust an withdrawal of her hips.

"Fuck me Mara, fuck  me hard." Sherry  cries out to  her daughter, who
needs no encouragement, "Pound that big  horse cock of yours into your
nasty slut of a mother."

I lay back  on the bed  and look on,  slowly fisting  my drooling rock
hard cock as Sherry throws her head from side to side, yelling out her
obscene encouragement   as she  is fucked by  her daughter.   A moment
later my  view  is blocked  as  Chloe straddles  my  hips  and impales
herself on my rampant cock.   As she bounces up and down  on top of me
something cool rolls  against my side,  I pick it  up to  look and see
that it is the small vibrator.  I grin up at Chloe as I turn it on and
lay the  buzzing  shaft along  the  groove of  her  vulva  against her
protruding clit.   Her,  already rapid,  movements  on my  cock become
frenzied and I am hard pressed to  maintain contact as the overload of
sensation swiftly drives her towards another climax.

"Fuck your slut bitch mummy  like the she dog  she is." Sherry screams
as Mara squeals in pleasure as she  cums.  Only seconds later Sherry's
words become  incoherent  as she  cries  out, her  own  climax ripping
through her body.

As Sherry's orgasm subsides, Chloe's begins and she drops onto my lap,
her head thrown back  as she emits  short, sharp yelps  of pleasure in
time with the  rippling contractions of  her pussy.   I concentrate on
keeping the tip of the vibrator against her pulsating clit, prolonging
her cum until  she weakly pushes  my hand away  and collapses forwards
onto my  chest.   I turn  off the  vibrator  and lift  it to  my lips,
sucking it clean  of her  delicious juices and  replacing them  with a
slick coating of saliva as I look on at Mara and Sherry.

Sherry has pulled free and turned Mara onto her back, the thick rubber
phallus obscenely  pointing  at  the ceiling.    Sherry  straddles her
daughter and with  some difficulty  impales herself on  her daughter's
grotesquely jutting member.  As she begins  to pump up and down, Chloe
reminds me of her presence by trying to rise to a sitting position.

With wicked thoughts in my mind I restrain her  and fit the tip of the
vibrator between her  buttocks, against her  tiny, pink anus.   As she
feels the cold plastic touch her  she tenses momentarily, then relaxes
on my chest as I carefully  work it into her tight,  little rectum.  I
can feel the hard shaft pressing  along the underside of  my cock as I
push it home.   When  I can't  insert the  small vibrator  any further


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without letting go I start  rocking my hips, fucking  my cock into her
hot, tight cunt.

Within a few strokes  Chloe is helping  me by rocking  forwards on her
knees in time  with my  strokes.   She gasps  as I  begin to  pump the
vibrator in counterpoint to my thrusts and looses the rhythm for a few
seconds.  Within minutes  my balls lift, pulling  up tight against the
base of my shaft and I grit my teeth to hold back  my cum as I turn on
the vibrator  and  drive  it  home.    Keeping  it  in  place  with my
fingertips I grasp Chloe's hips and  pump her up and  down on my cock,
masturbating with her  body as  the hum  of the  device buried  in her
bowels jolts through us both like an electric shock.

Within seconds I am  cumming, sending jet after  jet of scalding semen
into Chloe's tiny pre-teen body as I continue to lift her up and down.
The first pulse of sperm against  the rear wall of her  womb is all it
takes to  send  her  screaming  over  the  edge,  her  howling  climax
continuing long after I  have pumped myself dry.   Finally knocking my
hands aside and squeezing the buzzing  shaft from her arsehole to fall
between my quivering thighs.

Chloe pulls herself  from my deflating  cock and  turns, straddling my
ribs as she leans  forwards to engulfs my  cock, cleaning every morsel
of our combined spend from  my sensitive knob and  shaft.  Meanwhile I
content myself  with  catching  the juices  drooling  from  her gaping
vagina and  transferring them  to  my mouth,  savouring  the exquisite
flavour as I look on to where Sherry is working on her next climax.

Her hips flash up and down in a frenzied rhythm, her snatch squelching
obscenely as rivulets of clear fluid flow  down the fake cock and drip
onto the bedspread below.   Beneath her Mara is  almost totally out of
it, her head lolling towards me, a  string of saliva drooling from the
corner of her mouth.

Chloe's cunt is only a few inches away, just out of reach of my hungry
tongue.   By now  she  has finished  cleaning  my cock  and  is gently
nursing on it like a baby, so I  drag her free, silencing her protests
by pulling her drooling snatch  to my lips and  sucking the mixture of
our climactic juices into my mouth.   Searching out any stray droplets
with my tongue.

I cut my cleansing operation short as I hear Sherry's screams announce
her climax, then feel the bed shake as she  starts to pump up and down
again.   In her  frenzied, trance  like  state she  has  forgotten her
daughter and  is concentrating  solely on  her own  pleasure.   I lift
Chloe off me and rise to push Sherry over sideways, her cunt releasing
the giant rubber  cock with a  slurp.  Ignoring  her cries  for more I
release the rope around Mara's waist  and let the monstrous dildo fall
between her legs.   Already  she is  recovering and  I turn  to answer
Sherry's pleas for release.

Her back arches until only her heels and head touch the bed as I drive
all four fingers  and the  thumb of  one hand  into the  voracious maw
between her legs, coming to a halt only  when her body has engulfed my
arm well past my wrist.   Curling my fingers upwards  I search for and
find her G-spot, savagely stroking it as I press my lips to the top of
her snatch and  take her  clit between  my teeth.   Seconds  later her
climax hits her  like she was  pole axed and  she crashes  back to the


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bed, her body flopping  uncontrollably as the spasming  muscles of her
cunt crush my hand.

Fifteen seconds later she goes limp  as she looses consciousness and I
am able to  pull my numb  hand free and  shake some life  back into it
then raise it to my lips to taste her orgasm.  Chloe drops between her
thighs and presses her  face into Sherry's snatch,  eagerly lapping up
the copious supply of cunt cream that drools from Sherry's raw vagina.

When she regains  her senses,  Sherry struggles to  her elbows  as she
tries to apologise to her daughter, but she is ignored, as Mara is too
busy cleaning the monstrous phallus with  her tongue to pay her mother
any attention.

Five minutes later Mara throws the  now tasteless hunk of rubber aside
and Sherry gently  pushes Chloe's  head away  from her  aching snatch,
saying, "Why  don't you  three get  your  bathers on  and go  down the
beach?  While I clean up here and ring Ken.   Oh, and Chloe, don't say
anything to him about this," she waves her arm, indicating the bed and
the sex toys scattered over it, "until I say so.  O.K.?"

The girls readily agree to this plan of action but insist that I carry
them.  With a naked little girl on each hip I stagger into Mara's room
where, at their  insistence, I  help them  into their  bathers, making
sure they fit snugly in all of the right places.   I then pick them up
again to carry them  into my room, where  I throw them on  the bed and
slip on a pair of shorts.

I refuse to carry them down  the steep stairs, but  at the bottom they
demand to be carried across the wide expanse  of wet sand to where the
tide is just about to turn.   As soon as the water  reaches my hips, I
drop my burden, letting them slip  with shrill squeals into the water,
while I pretend to be exhausted.

They both turn ferocious expressions on me,  but can't keep it up very
long, before first Chloe  and then Mara get  a fit of the  giggles.  I
retreat as they advance on me,  arms outstretched.  Eventually I allow
them to catch me and push  me below the lapping waves.   I rise with a
roar, showering  them  with  spray  as  they  shriek  in  mock terror,
separating and bouncing away from me.  I choose Chloe as my prey and I
have to pursue very slowly, as her shrieks become giggles that all but
incapacitate her.

Mara thinking she  is safe,  follows, bouncing around  just out  of my
immediate reach.  I prove her  wrong, turning with a  roar I catch her
by the ankle  as she  turns to run  and pull  her wriggling, laughing,
squealing body to me.  All  three stop when I cup  my hand between her
legs, then start  again as  I throw her  like a  spear, arms  and legs
flailing.

Chloe immediately pounces  on me,  demanding the same.   After  that I
become a human launch pad, tossing them about in every way imaginable,
cannonballs, torpedoes and  so on.   Their favourite  is the seaplane,
where I take them  by an arm and  a leg and spin  in a circle, lifting
them up and down,  skipping them off  the surface of  the water before
finally releasing them.  Some times they  hit the water just right and
skim across the surface,  but more often  they catch a  wave and crash
and burn, tumbling over the water, shrieking with delight.


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Just as  I become  too exhausted  to continue,  Sherry appears  on the
beach with  a  boy  about seventeen  years  old.    Chloe, immediately
abandons me with  a whoop  of delight, hurrying  through the  water to
meet her brother, who is wading out to meet her.  Chloe jumps into his
arms and starts to plaster is  red face with wet  salty kisses, as she
chatters away.

Mara too, leaves me, wading over to Ken  and Chloe, as I slowly follow
her.  She looks up at him and asks,  "Can you throw us?" she indicates
me with a contemptuous wave, "He's no good, he's run out of puff."

Sherry, laughingly  scolds  her  daughter,  "Mara!    Where  are  your
manners?  Don't you think you should introduce them?"

"Oh yeah," Mara say, "Ken this  is Geoff, Geoff this is  Ken.  Now can
you throw us?"

Sherry shrugs and gives me a helpless look,  as all three of us olders
laugh, while Chloe and Mara look on as though we had lost our senses.

When we calm down, I grab Mara and lift her to my shoulders, "Jousting
anyone?"  I ask.

Sherry declines, saying, "I  think I'll just get  some exercise.  Have
fun."  With this she dives  into the water and  starts stroking out to
sea.

Chloe looks at  me blankly,  but catches on  as Ken  lifts her  to his
shoulders and we wade out into  deeper water.  When  the water laps at
my nipples, we turn to face each other and the girls begin to grapple.
They are so evenly matched that when Mara  pulls a foot free, I wonder
what she is doing,  giving Chloe such an  advantage.  I'm  not left to
wonder long,  as her  toes dig  into  Ken's ribs,  tickling him.   Ken
laughs and goes over backwards, Chloe  maintains her grip as she falls
with her brother,  pulling Mara  from my shoulders  to land  on top of
them, her little cunny pressed to his face.

There is  a  thrashing in  the  water as  Ken  struggles  to extricate
himself and he  comes up  well away from  where Mara  is whispering in
Chloe's ear.  Both girls separate giggling as Ken rises, red faced and
sputtering, from  the water.   I  ignore  his discomfiture  and secure
Chloe, lifting her to  my shoulders.   Ken gingerly lifts  Mara to his
and we face  off once  more.  I  contemplate letting  him have another
face full of little girl, but his grip  on Mara's knees is so insecure
that Chloe pulls her free without any trouble at all.

Mara rounds on  him and  scolds him for  not holding  on properly then
turns, waiting for him to lift her back to his shoulders.  As he lifts
her she sticks her bottom out,  pushing it into his  face and he drops
her into the  water, as  Chloe and  I laugh  at his  crimson features.
"Bite it, if  she does  that again." I  suggest and  Mara throws  me a
dirty look, as she  allows herself be lifted  without incident and the
tourney continues.

This time  both girls  loose their  seats  simultaneously and  come up
still grappling.  When Ken and I wade  in to separate them, both girls
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me.  'Uh-oh!' I  think and try to  back away as all  three turn on me.
I'm too late  as Ken  dives below  the surface,  jerking my  feet from
under me as  the girls  pile on my  shoulders and  drive me  under the
water.

I grab both girls, as they  push me under, pulling  them down with me.
I pull the girls onto my hips while I get  my feet planted on the sand
and spring from  the water,  flopping over on  my back  with a splash.
When I stand  Mara starts  yelling, "Seaplane, seaplane..."  and Chloe
takes up the chant.

I sigh and head for  shallower waters, saying, "Here,  I think this is
yours." as I  toss Chloe at  him.  He  makes the catch  and throws her
over his shoulder  like as  sack.  When  I reach  water of appropriate
depth, I wave Ken  back while I demonstrate,  winding up and releasing
Mara, she hits the water perfectly, skipping twice like a stone before
she slices below the surface and comes up with a whoop.

Ken takes hold of his sister's ankle and  wrist, and tries to copy me.
The first time  he doesn't  wind up fast  enough and  her face ploughs
into the water, dragging them to  a halt and he  struggles to keep his
feet.  Chloe splutters as she rises  from the water and stands waiting
for him to try again.   His second attempt is  more successful but she
muffs the landing and  tumbles over the  surface.  After  that we take
turns throwing the  girls until  Sherry, who has  long since  left the
water and returned to the house,  rings the bell for us  to come up to
lunch.

Under the shower the girls and I  strip off, Ken looking on surprised,
then shrugging his  shoulders he  follows suit  and the  two of  us go
through the age old male custom of checking out each other's equipment
while pretending not to.   Mara, however, has  no such compunction and
points at my groin, saying brightly, "His is bigger than yours Ken."

Poor Ken blushes beet red, as I scold, "Mara!"

"But it is." she protests, bright  eyed and innocent, as Chloe giggles
helplessly.

"And my hand is bigger than your butt.  If you know what I mean."

"Oh, all right!" her voice is pouting, but her eyes twinkle.

We finish rinsing off and towel down, I  stop Ken from putting his wet
shorts back on, offering to lend him a pair of  mine.  Up at the house
we dump our wet clothes on the line and the girls scurry off to Mara's
room.  As I take Ken into mine and hand him a pair of shorts.

In the kitchen, we offer to help Sherry, but she says there is nothing
to do, and to  wait for the girls.   A minute later  they emerge, both
are wearing hot pink lycra bike  shorts,  the tops  of which have been
folded under so that they expose two inches more midriff than was ever
intended.  On top Chloe is  wearing a tiny yellow  crop top while Mara
has on one of those dresses  that is made from a long  tank top with a
four inch ruffle  sewn on  the bottom.   Two years  ago it  might have
fitted her, now the  bottom of the skirt  is even with the  top of her
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obvious that  neither girl  is wearing  any  knickers as  their little
slits are fully defined under the tight stretch fabric of their pants.

Both girls  are  the perfect  kindersluts,  and are  a  pedophiles wet
dream.  And  they both  know it, as  they stand  posing, with  one leg
cocked, in  the doorway,  grinning wickedly.    Poor Ken  doesn't know
where to  look and  his chair  scrapes  on the  floor as  he  pulls it
further under the table, obviously hiding an erection.

Sherry comes up to the table,  and looks the girls  up and down, "Very
sexy."  she  comments,  as  she  plunks   down  two  large  plates  of
sandwiches.  "Now come  and eat your lunch."  she continues, as though
seven year old street walkers are nothing  new, and takes her place at
the head of the table.

They separate, Mara  climbing into my  lap and Chloe  going around the
table pester her  brother until  he lets her  do the  same.   Her face
lights up  as she  feels her  brothers  stiff cock  pressing  into her
bottom and she  wriggles on  it, giving  me a  wicked grin  across the
table.  I fight  to hold back a  grin as Ken makes  sure that he keeps
both hands in sight, whereas I know I have nothing to fear and drop my
hand into Mara's lap, gently tracing her slit with my fingertip.

Ten minutes later  nothing remains on  the plates but  crumbs.  Sherry
looks at Ken and says, "I think its time we had a little talk Ken."

"Uh, What about?"  He looks a  little worried, but  more confused than
anything else.  He knows what a 'little talk' means but he has no idea
what it is about.

"Your overly familiar relationship with your  sister."  Sherry informs
him with a direct look.

"Uh, I don't  know, what  ....." he  grinds to  a halt  under Sherry's
steady gaze, "Uh, how did you find out?   Please don't tell mum.  I'll
stop doing it.  I never hurt her." he starts to babble.

Sherry holds up her hand, "Hold it!  Let's take that in reverse order.
We know you  never hurt her,  or this conversation  wouldn't be taking
place.  You don't have to stop doing it, unless Chloe wants you to and
I'm not going to tell your mother.  As for  how I found out, I didn't,
Geoff did and he told me about it last night."

"Then how did you find out?  Did Chloe tell you?" he asks me.

"Not exactly."  I reply,  "I noticed  a  few things  about  Chloe that
indicated she knew more about sex  than she was letting  on.  Like she
almost asked Mara if she was fucking when Mara told her she had busted
her cherry.  Actually Mara fell on a log and broke her hymen that way.
Then a little later she commented on my  penis just after she had told
Mara she had never  seen one before.   Mara tried to quiz  her on this
but she wouldn't say anything.  I had to tell Chloe what I thought was
happening and get her to confirm my guesses.

"It was like pulling teeth, but eventually I got most of the story and
then I had to decide what to do.  Chloe told me she liked what the two
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said her mother didn't  care about her.   So I convinced  her that she
should let me tell Sherry and get her help."

"How come you want to help us instead of  telling Mum or the cops?" he
asks Sherry. "And why were you so sure  Sherry would want to help?" he
asks me.

"Because I want  Chloe to be  happy, you know  what would  happen If I
told your mother."

"Yeah, a lot of screaming  and yelling and then  she would have called
the cops.   Uh shouldn't  Mara be somewhere  else while  we talk about
this?"

"Why, when she and Geoff are  doing the same sort of  thing as you and
Chloe."  Sherry  replies.   "In fact,"   she makes  a show  of looking
around the table  at where I  still have my  hand in  Mara's lap, then
grins at him, "They're doing it right now."

Poor Ken looks  like he's  been hit  in the  back of  the head  with a
cricket  bat,  while  Chloe  takes  this  as  a  signal  to  grab  his
unresisting  hand  and  place  it  inside  her  pants,  releasing  the
waistband with a snap  on his wrist.   The sting of  the elastic snaps
him out of  his stunned  state and his  arm makes  an abortive twitch.
"And you're O.K.  with that?" he  asks Sherry, his  head snapping back
and forth between her and Mara and I.

"Of course." she says, "I thought I was getting them started.  Though,
actually, they beat me by about twelve hours."

All Ken and say is, "Oh."

"Sherry!" I scold, laughingly,  "Enough of dropping  bombshells on the
poor bloke.  Do you want to tell him straight?"

"No." She grins at me,  "You're so good at  explanations, I think I'll
let you do this one too."

"O.K." I say, "But  you get to tell  Carl his daughter  want's to fuck
him.  And you better have him cuffed to the bed when you tell him."

"Oh, you saw those?" she asks referring to  a pair of handcuff's I saw
in her bag of tricks.

"Yep."  I grin  at her, "Hey that's  not a bad idea,  tie him down and
blindfold him, then let Mara climb aboard.  Once she's skewered on his
cock, he's not likely to refuse."

Mara twists in my lap and pulls my head down for a deep soul kiss, her
lively tongue exploring the inside of my  mouth.  When she breaks, she
says, "Thank you."  and moves  my hand inside  her pants  as she turns
back to face Ken and Chloe.

"We'll do  it!"   Sherry  exclaims, "Remind  me  to get  film  for the
camera, that  picture is  going to  be  priceless.   But Ken  is still
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"O.K." I begin, and explain how I started to accidentally feel Mara up
in the truck and  then the fun on  the beach the next  morning.  "Then
after breakfast, Mara manipulated  Sherry into getting me  to tell her
the facts of life, although  I had already told  her the night before.
I guess Mara figured that she was less likely to let something slip if
Sherry knew that she knew about sex.

I edit the  story a little  at this point,  leaving out irrelevancies,
"After that we sent Mara off to play next door, while Sherry took care
of a little problem that she found in my lap."

Sherry breaks in, "Carl and I have a fairly open marriage, and we both
enjoy a little variety.   In fact he  had told me that  morning to try
and get Geoff involved with us, if the opportunity came up."

This last little titbit is news to me, but I ignore it and take up the
story again, "Anyway,  Sherry and I  were getting right  into it, when
Mara came back looking for her bathers and found us together and tried
to blackmail us into letting her watch us.

"Sherry got hot over the  idea of Mara watching  and maybe joining in,
but she wasn't sure  how I felt about  Mara actually getting involved,
so she sent Mara  back next door to  explain her absence.   While Mara
was gone she jacked me off  and talked dirty to  me about Mara joining
in.  My reaction  told her all she  needed to know and  when Mara came
back she taught her how to give me a blow job. Then I told Mara how to
fist fuck her mother.  After that Sherry wanted me to fuck Mara.

"And  that  brings  us   to  the  real  reason   we  are  having  this
conversation.  Mara didn't want me  to fuck her, she  wants Carl to be
the first man in her pussy.  At first Sherry  didn't care and I had to
make her understand  that I wouldn't  let Mara be  coerced into having
sex.

"Chloe tells me that you sometimes press her for sex when she wants to
do something else.  We want  to tell you that, from  now on that won't
do, If Chloe says  'No' then you'll have  to wait until  she is ready,
and the same goes in reverse, but I don't think that will be a problem
very often, If a bloke our age is offered a fuck he generally goes for
it.

"Now before you get too angry at us telling you what to do, I want you
to think about this:  Chloe  is getting to the age  where she want's a
little independence,  she's  has  lots of  friends  now  and sometimes
want's to do things of her own choosing.    If you keep getting in the
way of  this and  make her  do  what you  want, she's  going  to start
resenting it.  She's going to blame you and then one day when you piss
her off once too often she's going to say the wrong thing and then the
shit's really going to hit the fan.  A lot of people will get hurt and
all because you  had to get  your end wet,  'now'.  Chloe  loves you a
lot, but love is a two  way street and if you  keep on taking, without
giving, love turns sour.  Do you see what I'm getting at?"

Ken's expression  is  serious as  he  digests what  I  have  told him.
Finally he nods and says, "I think so, I've  got to stop acting like I
own Chloe and let her do  what she wants to do." He  looks down at his
sister, saying, "But  that doesn't  mean you get  to stay  up late, or
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"Of course not." I say as Chloe giggles, "You still have to look after
your little sister and stop her from  doing things that will hurt her.
Though sometimes a belly full of lollies  and the belly ache that goes
with it are  a better lesson  than all the  words in the  world.  Just
think about your actions a bit: Is it for her own good or for your own
gratification?

"Now why don't  you tell us  how you two  got started?   Chloe told me
that you fucked her  when she was five,  but I think  things have been
going on longer than that.  Right?"

He thinks for a  minute before replying,  "I guess it  all started the
first time Mum left me baby sitting Chloe.   I had to change her nappy
because it was wet  and I got curious.   I'd seen  other people change
her, but I couldn't see very much just a little slit and a bit of pink
inside.  Well  now we  were alone and  I could  have a  good look.   I
cleaned her up real good and  then I held her pussy  lips open while I
looked inside, it looked funny  to me, soft puffy  lips that were pink
inside, there was  this little  hole at the  bottom and  a tiny little
bump at the top, at first  I thought the hole was  where she peed from
but I soon  found out different  when a tiny  hole that  I hadn't seen
opened up and she piddled in my face."

He is forced  to stop, as  we all laugh  and he  grins ruefully before
continuing, "After that I had to clean everything up again and while I
was wiping her my finger slipped off  the cloth and rubbed between her
pussy lips, it felt  so soft and nice  and she seemed to  like it so I
rubbed her some more.  Then  my cock started to feel  funny and it got
stiff in my  pants.  I'd  gotten stiff before  but only  when I played
with it, so  I took my  pants of  and rubbed my  cock while  I kept on
rubbing her pussy.

"Then I thought,  'she grabs my  finger when I  put it in  her hand, I
wonder if it would feel good  if she held my cock.'   So I put my cock
in her hand and it  did feel sort of  good, but not as  good as when I
rubbed it.  I was about to take her hand off it, when she did what all
babies do, and put  it in her mouth  and sucked on the  end.  Now that
did feel good, so  I let her  keep doing it.   I just  kept on feeling
better and better and then I felt like I  was about to pee, but before
I could pull it out my cock started jerking and something squirted out
of the end.  I pulled back then and it happened again, but this time I
could see this white stuff squirt out, a  little bit went in her mouth
but most of it sprayed all over her face.   More and more of the white
stuff kept spurting out and  Chloe pulled my cock  back into her mouth
so I knew she liked it.

"When it stopped she started to chew on my  cock, like babies do, so I
took it away from her.  As soon as I pried her fingers off my cock she
put her hand in her mouth and sucked off all the sperm that was on it.
Suddenly I got scared and I quickly cleaned her  up and put her in her
cot.  Then I made sure  there was nothing that would  let Mum find out
what I  had  done.   Not  that  it mattered,  she  was  usually pretty
plastered when she got home.

"After that I thought about what had happened, I sort of knew, because
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their dicks, but it was the first time it happened to me.  Then I went
to bed and it happened again while I was asleep.

"The next day, at school, I asked my teacher  about it.  I didn't tell
her my sister sucked me, just that I  had been rubbing myself and this
gooey white stuff squirted out and that it happened again in my sleep.
Well she was  pretty embarrassed  and told me  I should  ask my mother
questions like that.   But I kept  on pestering her,  telling her that
Mum wouldn't tell me.  Finally Miss Jenkins took me to the library and
helped me  choose a  couple of  books.   You know,  "Where Did  I Come
From?" and books like that?

"I read the books  that night and now  that I knew what  to look for I
found other books in the public library that told me even more.  For a
few days I  was real careful  with Chloe, but  then one  night she was
getting a new tooth and I couldn't get her  to shut up, finally I took
her nappy off and rubbed  her slit, she started  to get quiet straight
away and  then my  cock got  hard again  and  I just  had to  feel her
sucking on it.

"Well because of her new tooth  she wanted to chew on  it but I worked
out how to hold  it just behind the  head so only the  tip was between
her lips and she couldn't get her teeth on it.   I rubbed her slit and
she sucked my cock for a minute or so until I came, that time I let it
all go in her mouth and then she fell  asleep straight away.  So after
that whenever she was  cranky or she woke  up at night  I fingered her
while she sucked me off.   Mum didn't have much to do  with us and the
cot was in my room so that was easy."  He then looks as though he said
something he didn't want to.

"Don't worry," I say,  "I know about that.   Sherry told  me all about
your mother, while I  was telling her  about Chloe and  you last night
and I understand perfectly."

He looks relieved and continues, "From the books I knew that she would
like it better if I made her pussy  more slippery and played with what
the books called her  clitoris, so I  started to use  margarine on her
pussy when I rubbed her and a couple of days  later I did it right and
she had her first orgasm.  Then one day I  found this tube of stuff in
Mum's room, the label told me what it was for  so after that I used it
instead of the margarine, keeping a  little bit in a  jar for when Mum
was home.

"It didn't take Mum long to work out that I  was taking some of her KY
jelly, but she just thought I was using it to masturbate.  She told me
that if I wanted to use  it to jerk off, then that  was O.K. but she'd
buy me my own, because she was sick of running out all the time.

"Thing went on pretty good after that  until Chloe started to walk and
talk and I  had to  make her understand  that we  couldn't play around
Mum, but  it didn't  cause too  many problems  because Mum  was nearly
always out and when  She was home all  Chloe wanted was  her 'dink' or
'ickle' so Mum  didn't suspect anything,  usually she just  told me to
take Chloe away, so she wouldn't bother her.  Still it was harder than
teaching her not to  bite.  To do  that I just kept  on taking my cock
away whenever she bit  me and she soon  learned that if  she wanted to
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"One day when Chloe was about eighteen  months old I was fingering her
and my finger went inside her vagina, I  knew about her hymen and when
I felt it I stopped because I didn't want to hurt her.  But she seemed
to cum even  better if  I had  my finger  in her  while I  tickled her
clitoris.  A few days later she bucked her  hips at the wrong time and
I broke her cherry, she cried and told me to kiss it better.

"Up until then I hadn't put my mouth  any where near her pussy (afraid
she'd pee in it I guess) but that day I felt I had to.  So I bent over
and kissed  her little  hole  then licked  up  the blood  and  kept on
kissing and licking  her baby pussy  and clit till  she stopped crying
and then had an orgasm.  I liked the way  she tasted so after that I'd
usually finger fuck  her pussy  while she sucked  me off  and then I'd
lick her until she came.

"Then on her fifth  birthday, after we'd  come back from  her party at
McDonalds and  Mum  went  out, Chloe  told  me  she  wanted  a special
birthday present from  me, she  wanted me to  put my  penis inside her
instead of my  fingers, by  then I  could get  two fingers  inside her
pussy and  I knew  from looking  at the  other guys  at school  in the
showers, that I  wasn't very big  so I tried.   My  cock slid straight
into her  until I  ran into  her  cervix and  there I  was  with three
quarters of my cock stuck up  inside her.  I was  fucking my five year
old baby sister.  I slid my cock in and out about three times and came
so hard that I nearly fainted.  I was so excited I didn't even go soft
and I just kept on fucking her until I came again, and she came too.

"A few weeks later, Chloe was on top of me  and she sat down too hard,
My cock went through her cervix and all of it  was inside her.  I came
straight away without moving  at all.  She  was pretty sore afterwards
but there was no blood so  I figured that no real  damage was done and
after that I always fucked her like that.

"I guess that's about it." he concludes.

"Oh god!   That story  has made me  so horny  I need  two cocks. See?"
Sherry says and lifts her skirt to show  a pair of white knickers that
are totally transparent  with her juices,  every bump and  fold of her
pussy lips visible to us and  she is sitting in a  pool of pussy juice
that drips from the back of  her seat, to the floor.   "Do you want to
fuck me with Geoff?"

"What about these two? he indicates Chloe and Mara.

"I don't care, they can watch us or join in or  go out and play on the
trampoline for all I care. But I need to be fucked hard and now."  She
replies.

"No way!", Mara jumps up to stand in my lap.  She nearly dislocates my
wrist and the front of her pants are pulled  down to expose the top of
her slit and my fingers buried in her cunny.  "See?  I'm wet too and I
need my pussy licked and fingered."  From where  I sit, I can see that
she is saturated, a large dark stain  covers almost the entire seat of
her pants and I look down  to see that the front of  my shorts is even
worse.

I lean forwards  the two inches  needed for me  to put my  lips on her
behind, and begin sucking her delicious  juices from the fabric of her


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shorts.  She  does not  let me do  this for  long before  she puts her
fingers in the waist band,  of her pants and  pulls them down, turning
them inside out until they are  about her knees.   She then bends over
and puts both hands on the table as she presses her cute little bottom
back onto my lips.  I hold her hips and draw  back a little to look at
her.  The twin white globes  of her bum cheeks  show only the faintest
marks of my spanking and  below them her plump  little pussy lips pout
at me, shiny with her sweet secretions.  Across the table Ken looks on
in amazement as I slide my  hand down Mara's legs  and strip her pants
down to her ankles and help her lift her feet free.

Free of her pants,  Mara steps up onto  the table and  holds her pussy
lips apart with her fingers as she turns so that  all of us get a good
look at her  sweet charms glistening  with the juices  of her arousal.
She then walks over  to Chloe and Ken,  slapping his hand  aside as he
reaches to touch her.  She  holds out her hand to  Chloe and pulls her
up to stand in the middle of the table with  her.  Chloe too, has been
leaking, her  pants  showing  the  same  dark  stains  as  Mara's had.
Dropping to her knees, Mara kisses the  bottom of Chloe's rib cage and
works higher, pushing Chloe's crop top ahead of her.

As Mara's lips reach  her friend's tiny pink  nipples, Chloe grabs the
bottom of her crop  top, pulls it off  over her head and  throws it at
her gaping brother.   Sherry moves  around to my  seat and  sits in my
lap, so that she can see better.   Together we look on in appreciation
as Mara's  tiny tongue  snakes from  between  her lips  and  draws wet
circles around Chloe's non-existent breasts.

Tasting her friend  like a snake  Mara traces the  mid-line of Chloe's
body, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth as she leaves little
dots of moisture from the hollow  of Chloe's throat to  the top of her
shorts, then back up to swirl about her navel, drawing and involuntary
squirm and breathy giggle from her friend.

As Mara's tongue descends once more, Sherry lifts her hips and fumbles
beneath herself to open my zip  and extract my raging  hardon.  I help
her by slumping a little in the chair and  she pulls the gusset of her
knickers aside and  impales herself  in one smooth  motion.   Poor Ken
does not know where to look, his  eyes flicking back and forth between
the girls on the table and Sherry and I.   The girls, however, after a
glance in our direction, continue on as if nothing has happened.

Mara's lips and tongue  traces the skin  at the top  of Chloe's shorts
from hip to hip  before she folds the  tight fabric over  half an inch
and repeats  her action.   Back  and  forth Mara's  tiny,  pink tongue
travels, as  centimetre  by  centimetre she  reveals  more  of Chloe's
flawless white skin.

Finally the top  of Chloe's  little slit  comes into  view, glistening
with her  little  girl juices.    Mara teases  her  gasping, quivering
friend and us by skipping over it with  her tongue.  Only when Chloe's
hairless, little  mound is  completely exposed,  does Mara  extend her
tongue to it's  fullest extent  and drag it  from the  juncture of her
friend's thighs to the top of her beautiful, preteen pussy.

This single, magical stroke  of Mara's tongue  is all it  takes to tip
Chloe over  the edge,  sending her  into paroxysms  of delight.   Only
Mara's hands on her  hips hold her  upright as she  spasms silently in


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orgasm.  Seeing Chloe's climax  is too much for  Ken, he groans loudly
and his whole body twitches as he sends jet after jet of his jism into
his shorts.  Ken's groans trigger Sherry's long delayed climax and she
writhes, screaming with pleasure in my lap.  The rippling contractions
of her cunt, squeeze my hyper-sensitised rod with crushing force and I
scream as  my churning  balls explode,  sending  pulse after  pulse of
white hot  semen  coursing  through my  aching  prick,  to  pound with
relentless force against Sherry's cervix.

Without a single  movement or  touch all three  of us  cum in  a chain
reaction of earth shaking proportions.

When finally we are able to perceive our surroundings once more, Chloe
has sunk to her  knees in front of  Mara and they are  sitting on each
other's thigh,  locked together  in a  passionate embrace,  their lips
hungrily fastened to each other.

Without a word, Sherry rises  from my lap, releasing  a flood of pussy
cream and semen into my lap.  She stands to one side and motions to me
and Ken and then the girls.   Perceiving her meaning, we reach towards
the middle of the  table and gently  slide our hands  under the girls,
carefully lifting them, still locked together and walk sideways to the
end of the table.  Cradling our precious burden, we follow Sherry into
her bedroom and set the girls on the bed.

Only now  do Mara  and Chloe  separate,  sitting back  to look  at us.
Together they  spy my  cum drenched  cock and  balls hanging  from the
front of my shorts and with squeals  of delight, they crawl towards me
and wrench the snap  at the top of  my shorts open, to  let them slide
down my legs to the floor.   They pull me up onto  the bed and push me
over onto may back,   Chloe just beats  Mara to the mark  and draws my
glistening cock into her mouth.

Mara pulls back  and pouts  momentarily before  remembering Ken.   She
abandons me to  her friend's tender  ministrations and  crawls over to
where he looks on, With a  single swift motion she  divests him of his
shorts and  waits  impatiently  while he  climbs  onto  the  bed, then
patience exhausted  she  shoves him  hard  in the  chest  and reverses
herself, straddling  his chest  and bending  forwards  to lick  at the
semen coating his  prick and  lower belly.   Only seconds  later Ken's
finger rise, almost of  their own accord, to  gently feel Mara's plump
little pussy.

Suddenly my  vision  is  blotted  out,  as  Sherry  lowers  her gooey,
dripping snatch onto my  eagerly waiting mouth,  nearly smothering me.
I lift my hands and support  her above my face as  with great relish I
extend my tongue and drag it back and  forth, from her arsehole to her
clit, lapping up the  sweet product of our  combined spendings.  Then,
having cleaned up all  external traces of our  coupling I separate her
labia and drive my stiffened tongue  into the furnace heat of Sherry's
vaginal passage.  Her silken sheath  squeezes my probing tongue as she
forces more of  our mixed  juices from  her body,  and into  my hungry
mouth.

However, Sherry only allows  this to go on  for a minute  or so before
she pulls clear and says, "Stop  girls."  With visible reluctance they
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shafts until they fall with wet slaps on out  bellies.  All four of us
turn our heads to look questioningly at Sherry.

"All of us except Mara, had  an orgasm out there in  the kitchen and I
think she deserves one too."  She says, "Don't you?"

Mara grins, as  we agree and  falls backwards to  lie spread-eagled on
the bedspread, her  puffy little  slit glistening moistly  between her
thighs.  To Sherry this won't  do and pulls her  daughter to a sitting
position while  she  strips  the  little  dress  off,  then  flips her
daughter over to  lie on  her stomach  before assigning  each of  us a
limb.  Ken  and Chloe  are directed to  take one  of Mara's  arms each
while Sherry and I start at her cute little toes.

For a moment  Ken is unsure  what is expected  of him,  but catches on
quickly as we extend  our tongues and  proceed to kiss,  suck and lick
every square  inch of  Mara's tiny,  squirming,  seven year  old body.
Slowly we converge in the   small of Mara's heaving  back.  Ken's eyes
open in  shock  as I  crowd  Sherry out  and  separate  her daughter's
quivering buttocks to  drive my stiffened  tongue into  her tiny, pink
knot-hole.

I am not allowed to  savour this treat for  long, before Sherry pushes
me aside and  replaces my  tongue with her  own.   Moments later Chloe
shoves in and licks the entire  length of the valley separating Mara's
little bum  cheeks  before  forcing  her  tongue  through  her friends
clenching anal sphincter.  She then pulls back and we all watch as Ken
steels himself for the unpleasant task ahead.

He closes his eyes and  takes a deep breath  before taking a tentative
swipe at Mara's crack with the very tip of his tongue, but his caution
is to no avail, as he passes lightly  over her arsehole Mara bucks her
hips and forces his tongue flat against her  anus.  He pulls back with
a surprised jerk,  but quickly recovers  and eyes open,  he lowers his
head to  work  with great  gusto  around and  within  Mara's trembling
bottom.

Suddenly we are all surprised as Mara squeals  and her hips rise up an
down in convulsive  waves as she  cums hard, forcing  Ken into retreat
before she  pounds his  nose to  a  pulp with  her heaving  tail bone.
Before her spasm have fully subsided  we flip her tiny, quivering body
and descend once more to lave her extremities with our eager tongues.

As Chloe's and Ken's  tongues pause in their  journey to circle Mara's
tiny, pink nipples she once more rises  towards orgasm.  Then as first
Chloe then  her brother  suck and  gently nip  on her  engorged little
nubbins she once more crashes over the edge, her back arching to press
her chest harder against their lips.

Again we give her  scant time for recovery  before we continue, Sherry
and I skipping  her pussy  as we  move to  join Chloe  and Ken  on the
roiling plain of  Mara's heaving  belly.  Then  one by  one we lightly
flick our tongues  over the  outside of the  flushed mound  that rises
from the juncture of Mara's  widespread legs.  Over  and over again we
take turns teasing her, holding  her hips unmoving as  we drive her to
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Finally, when it takes both Ken and Sherry to hold her still, I fasten
my lips around  the tiny pebble  that is her  clit and suck  hard as I
drive two fingers into her tight little  fuck-hole.  With that the dam
bursts and my eyes water as  she heaves her hips  and drives her pubis
forcefully into my nose.  Both Sherry and Ken's hands are thrown clear
by the force of Mara's orgasm and Chloe  claps her hands over her ears
as the air is rent by her friend's shrieks of pleasure.

For nearly a  minute her body  quivers tensely, supported  only on the
crown of  her head  and her  heels,  as she  cums  continuously, until
finally, unable  to  withstand  the  sensual  overload,  she collapses
senseless to the bed.

Sherry sees  Ken's concerned  look and  reassures him,  saying, "She's
fine, just a little worn out."

Moments later  Mara  confirms  that  reassurance,  as  she  wakes  and
whispers, "Oh boy, that was a good one."  She then extracts my fingers
from her pussy and  pulls them up to  her lips, where  her tiny tongue
snakes out and licks them clean.

Sherry now gives Ken  and I an intense  look of lust,  eying our erect
pricks with undisguised longing.  "You guys wanna double plug me?"

"Sure." I say, "Ken?"

"I guess so," he replies uncertainly, "What do I do?  Chloe's the only
one I've ever done anything with."

"Well one of us fucks her in the pussy  and the other takes her arse."
I explain.

"I thought only homo's did that."

"Homo's, guys  who don't  want to  get  their girlfriends  pregnant or
maybe the girl wants  to save her  pussy for someone  special or until
she gets married.  Sometimes you just do it just for a little variety.
Wanna give it a go?"

He still looks uncertain and demurs, asking, "Can  I just do it in her
pussy this time?"

Sherry breaks in impatiently,  saying, "I don't give  a fuck, who goes
where, but if you don't hurry up I'll harness Mara up again."

"O.K. O.K." I laugh. "Chloe, you want to get me all slicked up?" I ask
waving my dick at her.

With a giggle  she pushes me  over onto my  back and  sits astride me.
She takes my cock in her  hand and holds it so she  can easily take it
between her  lips.   Bobbing forwards  she  slides her  lips  down the
entire length of my shaft, the glans sliding smoothly down her throat.

"How did you do  that?" Ken exclaims,  "You've never been  able to get
all of my  cock in  your mouth before  and I've  got to  admit, Mara's
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Chloe pulls free with a slurp, "It's easy, I just let it slide down my
throat." she informs her  brother, cheerfully, "Mara taught  me.  Show
him Mara."  She then pops my prick back in her mouth and gobbles it to
the root.

Mara grins at Ken  and pushes him over  onto his back,  then takes her
position astride  his  chest.   Leaning  forwards she  takes  his cock
between her lips and  bobs up and down  a few times,  taking just over
half of him into her mouth.   I watch her  throat work convulsively as
she swallows and takes the last of Ken's stiff rod between her lips.

Both girls vigorously work  on our swollen pricks,  Mara bringing both
hands into  play as  she  jacks Ken  off  into her  mouth  and totally
freeing his member to  wrap her fist  around the head  and squeeze the
slippery knob, before taking  it back into her  mouth. Meanwhile Chloe
concentrates on fucking her face on my  rock hard shaft.  Swirling her
tongue around the tip at the top of each stroke.

"Ahem,"   Sherry interrupts,  "I think  they're  ready."   Chloe looks
sheepish as she releases my well  slicked cock with a  pop.  Mara give
Ken's dick one last defiant slurp before  she, lets his cock fall with
a wet slap to his belly.

Chloe remains straddling my chest and  holds my cock upright as Sherry
positions herself over it and lowers  herself until I press up against
her tight, brown anus.  With barely  a pause she continues to descend,
engulfing within the tight, hot, buttery confines of her bowels.

Chloe scrambles free as Sherry leans  back to lie on  my chest and Ken
moves into  position between  our thighs.   Mara  provides unnecessary
help by holding his prick and  guiding it between her mother's swollen
pussy lips.  As she withdraws her hand, Ken drives home with a squelch
that testifies to Sherry's  level of arousal  and I can  feel his cock
slide along  the underside  of mine,  through the  thin wall  of flesh
separating us.  As I push upwards on Sherry's  hips to give me room to
slide my cock  outwards, I  see a look  of startlement  flicker across
Ken's face and  I know that  he can feel  my hard  shaft moving within
Sherry's bowels.

At first our  movements are uncoordinated  and Ken  begins to withdraw
before I can push  back into Sherry and  when I let her  hips drop. he
slips free and his cock skids  up over her clit as  he tries to thrust
back home.  Sherry reaches  down and guides him  back into her waiting
snatch and we try again, soon he catches the rhythm and he pushes home
as I withdraw then pulling back as I drive home.

Though we  now  move together,  I  find lifting  Sherry's  hips  and a
portion of Ken's weight tiring, so  I roll us over so  that we are now
lying on  our  sides  with Sherry  sandwiched  between  us.    In this
position we can now both move with equal  ease, and my hands are free.
I slide my left hand under her ribs and  twist it upwards to play with
Sherry's left tit,  for the  moment just  gently rolling  her engorged
nipple between my fingertips.   My left hand I  slide down between her
body and Ken's to twiddle with her swollen, rock hard clitoris.

As the back of my hand passes across his belly, he falters a moment, a
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when he  resume stroking  we  are now  moving  in unison,  both  of us
thrusting home into Sherry's tight passages together.

Sherry grunts at the change  of our rhythm and  snakes her hand behind
Ken's head, pulling his lips to hers in a deep passionate kiss.

Under my hand on her tit I can  feel Sherry's heartbeat speeding up as
her arousal  increases and  I begin  to  increase the  pressure  of my
fingers on her  nipple and clit.   As my  fingertips bear  down on her
sensitive flesh  her  hips buck  and  once  again Ken  and  I  move in
counterpoint.    After  that,   every  half  dozen  stroke   or  so  I
deliberately change the rhythm  of our thrusts into  Sherry's cunt and
arse driving an involuntary grunt from her lips with every change.

A  minute  later,  Sherry's  heart  is  thudding  rapidly  against  my
fingertips and her breath whistles raggedly  from her nostrils, as she
approaches her climax.   In  time with her  pounding heart  I begin to
alternately squeeze my fingers  on her nipple and  her clit increasing
the force of my pinches with  each thud of her  labouring heart.  Only
seconds later she screams into Ken's open  mouth as the muscles of her
abdomen go into rippling spasms around our pistoning cocks.

I continue to  pinch her sensitive  nubbins for a  few moments longer,
then relax my  fingers and return  to gently rolling  her taught flesh
between my  fingertips  as her  orgasm  subsides. While  I  maintain a
steady pace as I  continue to thrust within  the warm, tight, confines
of Sherry's rectum,  the speed  and force of  Ken's thrusts  begins to
increase as  his own  level of  arousal  rises and  the rhythm  of our
strokes now changes continuously.

Suddenly his  hips pound  forwards, with  bruising force,  against the
back of my hand,  his eyes opening wide  in surprise and  he jerks his
head backwards, tearing his lips  free of Sherry's.   A moment later I
know why,  as small  fingers separate  my buttocks  and a  tiny tongue
thrusts between them to circle  then thrust into the  tight ring of my
anus.

As Ken's  hips move  once  more, there  is  an urgency  to  his short,
jabbing thrusts, and I  am forced to hold  still, deep within Sherry's
bowels or risk  my cock  slipping free  of it's  snug haven.   Seconds
later he  utters  a deep,  powerful  grunt and  forces  his  hips hard
against Sherry's,  seeking to  sink his  swollen  member as  deep into
Sherry's body as possible.  I can  actually feel his cock twitching in
time with his grunts as he squirts pulse after pulse of his semen deep
into Sherry's receptive quim.   Long after  the time he  must have run
dry, he continues to grunt  and I still feel  his shaft twitching with
dry spasms.

Finally he rolls aside and I look past  Sherry to see Chloe engulf his
softening shaft in her small  mouth, and strip it  clean of all traces
of his sperm  and Sherry's  juices.  At  the same  time, Mara's tongue
leaves my arse and her nose presses  against my fingers as she applies
her lips and tongue to her mother's dripping snatch.

Again I feel  Sherry's climax approaching  and remove  my fingers from
her clit to tease and pinch her right  nipple.  Under the influence of
my fingers and Mara's hungry mouth,  Sherry rapidly approaches orgasm,
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fingertips.  As I  feel the first  spasms around my  intruding prick I
bear down hard on  her nipples and pull  her small tits  away from her
body, wrenching great cries of pleasure from her writhing body.

As she descends from  the peak of her  climax I push  Mara's head away
from her  mother and  roll Sherry  over onto  her belly.   Now  I have
unrestricted access to her unresisting body  and I can pound with full
force into her slick anal passage.

I pull back  until the  flare of my  glans lies  just inside  her anal
sphincter and pause for  a few seconds before  slamming my shaft home,
my hips  slapping with  almost  bruising force  against  her quivering
buttocks.  As I pull back again I feel Mara's hand slip under my balls
and Sherry's head snaps back, as she drives her fist into her mother's
well fucked vagina.

Mara's knuckles rub along  the underside of  my cock as  I thrust once
more into her mother's bowels and I can  feel her hand working away as
I pause at the bottom of my stroke.  With each stroke of my well oiled
shaft inside her churning bowels, my  urgency increases, then, without
warning, Sherry goes rigid and I howl as the cum surges from my balls,
searing it's  way  through my  shaft  to jet  into  Sherry's clenching
arsehole.

As the  last of  my spasms  subside  Sherry's body  goes  totally limp
beneath me and she falls into a faint.  I  look about and see that Ken
sits with Chloe  between his  legs as the  watch us.  "Quick Chloe," I
say, "get me the bag."

Hearing the  urgency in  my request  she  scrambles from  the  bed and
passes up Sherry's back of tricks.  I open it and  see what I want.  I
hand my selection to  Chloe along with  the tube of  lube and instruct
her to grease it up.

Sherry remains unconscious beneath me as  I release the contents of my
bladder into her bowels with a deep sigh of relief.  As the last of my
urine passes through my cock Sherry  begins to stir.   I take the well
greased object  from  Chloe's  hand and  quickly  exchange  it  for my
softening cock.   Sherry revives  with a screech  as I  drive the butt
plug home.

"I felt that!"  Mara cries,  as she pulls  her hand  from her mother's
cunt, "I could feel you peeing inside Mummy's bottom."

"That's disgusting!" cries Ken.

"No it's not."  Mara objects,  "Mummy likes it and so do  I.  It feels
so good with all that pee squishing around inside you."

"Ken." I say,  "Did you  think it  was disgusting  when we  started to
lick, Mara's arsehole?"

"Yeah?"

"But you did it anyway when  it was your turn and  you liked it didn't
you?"

"Yeah, but that's different."


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"Not really." I say, "I'll admit that some  things can be a bit messy,
that's why  I  checked in  the  bag to  see  what was  there  before I
started, but just  because they are  messy, it doesn't  mean that they
can't be fun.

"Now I think we'll leave you three, while  Sherry and I go get cleaned
up."  Having said  this, I help Sherry  from the bed and  we leave the
room.

We separate at the toilet door as I continue on to the bathroom, where
I step under  the shower  to wash the  sweat from  my body.  I'm still
working up a lather on my cock and balls as Sherry enters the room and
drops the butt plug in the sink before she steps under the shower with
me.  With a grin she pushes my hands  aside and takes over rinsing the
soap from my groin.  She  then turns and presents  her backside for me
to clean.

When I reach for the taps, Sherry stops  me with a grin, saying, "Wait
here.  I've got a wicked idea."  She steps  from the shower and I hear
her opening the drawers of the vanity.   A few seconds later she steps
back into the  shower with a  pair of scissors,  a razor and  a can of
foam.

She kneels before  me and looks  up with a  grin, I return  the grin a
trifle nervously as she begins to trim the  hair from my crotch.  With
three big snips of the scissors most of my  pubic hair is cut away and
she drops  the handful  of wiry  red  hairs on  the floor  outside the
shower.  Then with  rapid little snicker-snacks she  quickly trims the
remainder to within a couple of millimetres of my skin.

Satisfied that she can cut no closer without drawing blood Sherry puts
the scissors  aside  and  rubs  shaving  foam  into  the  stubble that
remains. Then with swift practiced strokes of the razor, she leaves my
crotch and balls totally devoid of hair.

Trailing her fingers over the  smooth skin of my  groin she stands and
hands me the scissors with a grin.  Her neatly trimmed pussy leaves me
with little  to do.   A  few  quick snips  of the  scissors  and three
strokes of  the razor  is all  it takes  to leave  her looking  like a
twelve year old.

Shutting off the water  we step from  the shower and  towel each other
dry.  Sherry then picks up a bottle of  some clear green gel and pours
a little on her fingertips before handing it to  me.  She rubs the gel
into her freshly shaven mound and motions for me to do the same.  As I
massage the gel into my skin  it soothes the slight  itch that I feel,
leaving a cool refreshed sensation.  With conspiratorial grins we wrap
towels around our waists and head for the bedroom.

Strangled groans from Ken and the girls soft giggles stop us before we
enter.  We  look at  each other  for a  moment then  creep up  to peek
around the door frame.  Our caution is wasted, as the girls have their
backs to us  and Ken's  eyes are closed  as he  writhes upon  the bed.
Somehow or other the girls have  managed to cuff both  of his hands to
the metal posts  at each corner  of the head  of the bed  and they sit
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"Just keep your finger pressed  hard on this spot  here until he stops
twitching." Mara is instructing Chloe, "And  then you can suck him off
all over again and he cums a lot more."

We wait for Mara to finish speaking and  take her hand away, before we
enter the room.

Both girls jump and  Ken's eyes spring  open as Sherry  speaks, "I see
you've been playing  with our  toys.  Did  you find  anything else you
liked?"

"Not really, we  can't work out  what to do  with most  of them." Mara
answers, "This is pretty  cool though."   She lifts up  a double ended
dildo nearly twenty inches long and over two inches in diameter.

"Hmmm, I  think you  need to  start  with something  a  little smaller
first."   Sherry tells  her daughter.  "Let's see?"  she muses  as she
looks through the bag and makes a selection.

The first  two items  she  lays out  are  the vibrators  that  we have
already used, next comes  a little box, finished  with a fake Japanese
motif.  Then a  plastic ring in a  clear bag and finally  a long, thin
device three quarters of an inch in diameter.

"I think we'll start with Ken." she says, as she removes the ring from
it's bag.  Her head dips for a few moments as she revives his flagging
member with her skilled lips and tongue.  She then slips the ring over
his cock and pulls it tight.  "Now he can't cum until someone releases
this ring and lets him." she explains.

"Goody!" squeals Chloe, "I think I'll leave it there for a long time I
want a  nice big  drink of  cum."   She sits  beside her  brother idly
toying with his balls and swollen, purple knobbed cock, as she watches
Sherry continue.

"Come here Mara.   If  you want to  fuck your  Daddy you  will need to
stretch that  little cunt  of  your's or  he'll  never fit.    Now you
shouldn't have any trouble with this  one," she hands Mara the smaller
of the two vibrators, "but we'll start with it anyway."

Mara takes the little shaft and lies on  her back with her legs spread
wide and fits it against her tiny opening,  as Sherry said Mara has no
trouble pushing it into her body. It  comes to rest against her cervix
with just under an inch remaining outside her body.  "Oooh, that feels
nice!" she coos as she pumps the little shaft in and out of her body.

Sherry lets  her little  daughter play  for a  few moments  before she
reaches between her  legs and  turns the  base of  the vibrator.   "Oh
wow!" Mara yelps as a  muffled buzz rises from  between her thighs and
her hands begin to  move faster and  faster.  She  utters short, sharp
yips of excitement with  each thrust of the  plastic cylinder into her
tiny body.

Sherry lubes up the  larger vibrator as she  watches her little girl's
frenzied hands  pump the  humming shaft  in and  out of  her hairless,
little pussy.    As the  tone  of Mara's  little  yips  becomes almost
frantic Sherry turns on the  tool in her hands  and slides the buzzing
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against her baby's clit.  It only remains in place for a moment before
Mara's hips  thrust upwards  powerfully, almost  knocking  the humming
device from  her  mother's  hand.   Her  little  yips  turn  into full
throated cries of pleasure and her  hands slip from the white cylinder
piercing her swollen pussy lips.

I place my fingers against the  base of the vibrator  and push it back
into her  body,  as the  squeezing  actions of  her  pulsating vaginal
muscles begin to force it from her body.  As her cries die down I turn
off the vibrator  and pull  it from  her as  she relaxes,  slipping it
between my lips to consume her delightful emissions.

Sherry then squirts  a generous quantity  of lube  into her daughter's
small vagina, and passes her the slick tool  in her hand.  "Now, while
your muscles are relaxed, see if you can get this in."

Mara wraps both  her hands  around the base  of the  massive tool, her
tiny fists making it look even larger.  When she places it against her
tiny pussy the large head covers  her labia and drags  them with it as
she pushes it inwards.

"Here, let me help."  I say and place  my fingers on the  soft skin of
her pussy lips, I gently draw them apart, exposing the glistening pink
skin inside  and her  tiny hole.    I wonder  if that  huge  shaft can
possibly fin inside such a small opening.

Once more she  fits the bulbous  head of the  vibrator against herself
and pulls her hands towards her body.   The skin of her crotch dimples
inwards under the pressure but refuses to give way.  "Here," she holds
the vibrator out to me, "You try."

"O.K. but let me try something  else first." I say as  I take the fake
phallus from her  hands.   "Pull your  knees up  until your  heels are
touching your bum then let your legs fall open."  I instruct her.  She
does as  I say,  and she  is flexible  enough that  her thighs  form a
straight line. "Now lift your bum." I say  and push a pillow under her
raised butt.  I then hold out my free hand to Sherry, "Wanna grease me
up?"  She  squeezes a dollop  of lube onto  my fingers  and smooths it
over them.   I  then  place my  middle  two fingers  against  her tiny
opening and easily push them inside.

She winces a little and bites her lip as a  moment later I add a third
finger and force just the tip  in beside the other two.   I wait until
she gets  used to  my fingers  stretching  her little  cunt and  a few
seconds later she nods her  head, saying, "O.K. keep  going."  Her lip
turns white under her teeth as I slowly rotate my fingers from side to
side and over the next thirty  seconds manage to get  my fingers in to
the second knuckle.   She lets her breath  go with a  whoosh and pants
rapidly as I stop moving my hand and let her muscles get used to being
so tightly stretched.

As her breathing slows she takes her lip back between her teeth, wraps
both hands around my wrist and pulls my fingers out an inch or so then
forces them back.  She does  this a few more times  and then points at
the vibrator, "O.K. try that again."

I nod and hold the fat tip of the  fake cock beneath my fingers. "This
is going to hurt a bit." I warn her.


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"It's O.K."  she  reassures me,  "I  don't want  Daddy  to  think he's
hurting me, when he fucks me."

"Here bite this."  Sherry says  and puts a folded handkerchief between
her daughters teeth.

"O.K. ready?" I say  and feel Mara tense  up, "On the  count of three.
One ..." I feel her relax,  "Two ..." before she can  tense up again I
swiftly pull my hand away from her groin and before her hole can begin
to close, I push the vibrator hard against her well stretched opening,
feeling the head pop into her vagina.

Tears well up in her eyes, but only a muffled squeal makes it past her
clenched teeth.   She spits  out the gag  and looks  accusingly at me,
"You said 'three'."

"I lied." I explain  to her, "I wanted  you to be  relaxed, because it
would have hurt much more if you had been all tensed up."

"Oh I see, like when you get a needle."  Her face lights up and looses
it's accusatory look, as she realises that I wasn't being cruel.

"Exactly." I say, "Now, how do you feel?"

"It still hurts," she answers, looking  speculative, as though testing
a sore tooth, "but  not as bad  as when I  fell on the  log." She then
grins, "Kiss it and make it better."

I look down at where the oversized  phallus pierces her body, the once
plump lips of her pussy are white with strain and so tightly stretched
as to be  almost nonexistent.   She props herself  up on  her hands to
look for herself,  "Wow!" she  breaths, "I've got  to get  all of that
inside me before Daddy can fuck me properly?"

"Uh-huh," Sherry  grins at  her, "and  that was  the easy  bit, you've
still got to get it through your cervix if  you want Daddy all the way
up inside you.  Sure you don't want Ken or  Geoff to go first and make
it easier?"

"Uh-uh," Mara shakes her head emphatically, "I want Daddy to be first.
Now where's my kiss." she demands of me.

I lean over and kiss the tip of her cute, little nose.

"No!" she scrubs her hand across  her face and jabs  her finger at her
groin, "There!"

"Well why didn't you say so?" I tease her, as I lean over and flick my
tongue over her little clit.

"Oooh, that feels nice.  More?" she asks sounding like Oliver Twist.

I press  harder  with  my tongue  as  I  take a  second  swipe  at her
painfully stretched twat.  The side of my  tongue picks up a little of
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"The banana tastes  like shit." she  explains, "Besides  she still is.
Sort of."

I roll my eyes at her and return to the task at hand, pressing my lips
firmly against the strained flesh of Mara's pussy.  She rocks her hips
as I flutter the tip of my tongue over  her clitoris and feel it swell
as her hot blood rushes to  fill it.  She lifts her  hips upwards as I
wrap my lips tight  around her hardening little  nubbin and suck hard.
Then as her hips fall back,  she puts one of her hands  on top of mine
and pushes the hard plastic phallus  deeper into her body, grunting as
the rounded head bumps into her cervix.

Mara entwines her fingers in my hair and pulls my head to one side, so
she can look between her legs  again.  "That's half  a Daddy dick, but
how do I get the rest in?"

"We use this," Sherry holds  up the three quarter  inch thick rod from
the bag, "to open up your  cervix first.  But leave that  one in for a
bit longer, until you're used to it. O.K.?"

"O.K." her daughter  agrees cheerfully, "Kiss  me." she  orders as she
shoves my head back into place and lies back on the bed.

As I suck  on her  little, purple  clit, I  pull the  mechanised dildo
outwards, her pussy is reluctant to let  go and follows the hard shaft
for half an inch  or so before allowing  it to slide all  the way from
her body, then  before her  stretched tissues can  contract I  push it
back into her  tight opening, forcing  a grunt of  discomfort from her
lungs and pulling her clit from between my lips  to rub on the side of
the intruding shaft.

Seeing this, on the next inward journey I  turn on the vibrator with a
twist of my wrist.  Immediately, her hips jerk upwards forcing herself
onto the buzzing  tool and  she yelps, "Ow-wow-wow."  but when  I stop
moving the fat  cylinder, and  look at her  worriedly, she  gives me a
direct look. "Again." she instructs me.

As I do as  she instructed, pulling out  as I kiss my  way up over her
belly and using the  involuntary motion of  her body when  I thrust my
tongue into  her  navel to  regain  entry.   Again  she  cries  out in
discomfort but the tiny hand on top of mine  urges me on.  Onwards and
upwards, my  lips and  tongue trace  the  line of  her  sternum before
veering to the right to fasten onto her tiny, pink nipple.  As I apply
suction, she pushes her chest against my parted lips and I flutter the
tip of my tongue over her tiny stiff nubbin then gently chew for a few
second before kissing  my way  over to  the left  and treat  her other
little tit in the same fashion.

I continue to move the thick, buzzing tool in and out of her body as I
mouth her tiny titties  and each time it  enters her tightly stretched
vulva, the vibrator  slides easier  and her  cries of  discomfort soon
become little squeaks of pleasure.   The little jerking thrusts of her
hips and her guiding hand urging me on faster and faster.

Suddenly my hand on the base of the vibrator  slips and I hear a click
as the vibrator  jumps in  my hand and  buzzes faster.   The increased
vibrations on her clit as the humming cylinder moves inwards drive her
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tool inside her vagina as she  moves her hips back  and forth in short
jabbing thrusts, yelping in time with the motions of her loins.

As her orgasm nears I push the end  of the vibrator downwards and give
the base  another twist,  in the  hope  that there  is a  higher speed
setting.  There is.  And though her turgid little clit no longer rides
along the  angrily buzzing  shaft, the  knob  on the  end  now presses
firmly against her G-spot.

Immediately her mouth opens  in a soundless scream  and her body lifts
onto her heels and  head as a  massive climax tears  through her body,
her spasming muscles lock the vibrator  inside her vagina as though it
was embedded in stone.  No body can withstand such sensations for long
and she  drops to  the  mattress only  to  rise again,  as  her hyper-
sensitised clitoris  contacts the  humming shaft  driven into  her and
another climax of monumental proportions rips through her.

Again she falls back to the bed and again her back arches, lifting her
clear of  the bed  as a  third  powerful orgasm  detonates  within her
overstimulated cunny.   This time I  twist the base  of the mechanised
phallus, killing  the  vibrations  and  she  drops  bonelessly,  in  a
quivering heap,  little  aftershocks  rippling  through  her exhausted
body.  Her breathing is stentorian  and I feel her heartbeat, thudding
like a triphammer, against my lips as I gently mouth her nipple.

I pull the mechanical intruder from her vagina  and toss it aside as I
sit up and  lift her  limp little body  into my  lap, her  tiny abused
vulva is an angry red in colour, looking  as though it had been rubbed
raw.  I massage her mound soothingly with my  hand as I look around at
the others:

Sherry has  taken  the gargantuan  fake  cock from  her  bag  and lies
panting on the bed  with it sheathed  in her greasy  bald snatch, only
four inches  of  rubber  separating  the  moulded  testicles  and  her
hairless pussy lips;

Ken's mouth hangs  open and  his eyes are  glazed as  his head swivels
back and forth between  Mara and Sherry.   His swollen  cock juts from
his groin, the gleaming  glans the colour  and texture of  a ripe plum
and almost as large, purple veins standing out along its length; and

Chloe; she has  abandoned teasing her  brother and half  of the double
ended dildo,  protrudes  from  her wetly  glistening  cunt,  the small
vibrator lies buzzing  against her  thigh, forgotten, as  she recovers
from what looks to have been an incredible climax.

I kiss the  top of Mara's  head and she  stirs, placing  her hand over
mine as  she  murmurs, "Mmmm,  that  feels nice."    Looking  over her
shoulder, I see that her pussy looks much better, while still a little
pinker than usual, her  labia have lost  that angry red  colour.  More
surprising to me  though, is that  her stretched little  hole seems to
have returned to it's original size.

Sherry groans and we both look  up at her as  she extracts the massive
dildo from her cunt, tugging to pull the  head from the tight grasp of
her cervix  and sliding  it the  rest  of the  way with  a  wet slurp.
Dropping it to the mattress she  struggles into a sitting position and
looks back at us. "How do you feel?" she asks her daughter.


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"A little bit sore, but  I'm O.K." Mara replies,  "Hey, where did your
hair go?"  She asks,  noticing her mother's bald  mound.  She stiffens
as a sudden thought strikes her and she scrambles from my lap and tugs
on the towel about  my waist.  "Hey,  your's is gone too!   Look Chloe
they've got no hair between their legs."

Chloe, who has  by now  recovered, looks from  me to  Sherry and back,
"They look funny." she giggles, "But I like it, it won't be as hard to
get all his sperm now."

"We shaved it  off in  the shower,  because I  thought you'd  like it.
Besides it'll help to get your father thinking along the right lines."
Sherry says, she then picks up the long wand like tool, "Are you ready
to see if we can open up your cervix?"

Both Mara and Ken speak, almost simultaneously, "Not yet Mummy, I need
a rest."

"Hey!" Ken yelps, "What about me?  How about getting me out of these?"
he rattles the handcuffs that still bind his wrists to the bed.

"Oops sorry." Sherry  apologises, "We forgot  about you.   It's a good
thing these things are  padded." she adds  as she rummages  in the bag
for the keys.  A worried  look creeps over her  face and she scrabbles
faster around the bottom of the bag, muttering, "Where are those keys?
I hope Carl doesn't have them."

Ken's expression  is a  wonder to  behold,  as worry,  incredulity and
finally sheer terror  passes across his  features as  Sherry turns the
bag upside down on  the bed and starts  scattering her toys  about.  A
moment later  he sight  in relief  as  she looks  at him  and giggles,
"Gotcha!" she crows as she opens her hand  to reveal the keys lying in
her palm.

As she reaches for the cuff on his  left wrist Chloe stops her, "Wait,
I think he's ready to give me a nice big drink of sperm now."

"Oh God, I forgot about that too!  It  looks like your cock's about to
drop off." Sherry exclaims.

"It bloody well feels like it too."  he mutters as Sherry releases the
cock ring.  "Oh fuck!"  he grunts  as  the blood  courses  more freely
through his purple shaft  and an incredible quantity  of pre-cum flows
from the bloated tip to pool on his belly, just above his pubes.

Chloe gently grasps his cock  at the base, pointing  it at the ceiling
while she stoops  to lap  up the salty  treat.   She then  applies her
tongue to Ken's still drooling glans.

He yelps, moaning, "Oh  fuck fuck, fuck fuck  fuck!" as Chloe's tongue
touches him,  feeling  like sandpaper  to  his  hyper-sensitised skin,
swirling around the  circumcised rim  of his  helmet in  a contracting
spiral to the weeping slit at the tip.  As her lips open to engulf the
swollen head, his hips jerk upwards,  driving his entire cock into her
mouth, the bloated  glans sliding easily  down her throat.   She holds
her head  still, allowing  her brother  to fuck  her throat,  his hips
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release.  His  laboured breathing matches  the tempo  of his hammering
loins and he groans, "Oh fuck!" on each exhalation.

It takes less than half a  minute of this frenzied  action, for him to
cum screaming  out  in both  pain  and pleasure.    Chloe  pulls back,
keeping only the pulsing glans  in her mouth and  placing her hands on
his hips as they strain skyward, every muscle of his body standing out
as they tie themselves in knots.   I can see the  underside of his rod
pulsing with every  burning jet  of semen.   Futilely, Chloe  tries to
hold his cum  in her mouth,  her cheeks bulging  dangerously with only
the second spurt, the  third is too much  for her and  she pulls back,
fighting not to choke, creamy semen drooling from her lips.

Mara moves in to take over, but the next  jet of cum arches over Ken's
head to impact on the wall behind the bed with a wet splat, before she
can capture his  jerking member, She  too retreats as  her mouth fills
and Chloe  places her  head beside  her friend's,  as she  directs the
remainder of his seminal fluids over their faces.

When finally his spasms cease and  his hips fall back  to the bed, the
girls look like they have been  in an explosion in  a glue factory and
Ken lies  unconscious,  his  limbs  twitching  as  his  muscles unknot
themselves.

Sherry releases his wrists from the cuffs and we sit back to await his
recovery, the girls taking turns to  lick each other's face clean, but
even so, ample  evidence of  his prodigious  climax remains  matted in
their hair.

Finally Ken lifts his  hands to his  face and groans,  "Did anyone get
the number of that truck?" he jokes and rises on his elbows to inspect
his wedding tackle.  "Jesus,  I thought my balls  would be hanging out
the end.  How much did I cum?"

"Enough to give both girls  a good mouthful and  paint their faces." I
inform him, "That's your's too." I  add pointing at the streak running
down the wall.

"No way!" he exclaims as he twists and looks at the wall.

"Yes way," Mara giggles, "it nearly went up my nose, so I knows."

Sherry and I  grab a  pillow each and  hit her  from both  side as she
giggles at her  dreadful pun.   A moment  later a  pillow fight erupts
between us  an the  girls  and Ken  rolls  aside to  avoid  being hit.
Seeing his cowardice Chloe  and Mara turn  on him, while  Sherry and I
sit back to watch them pummel him unmercifully.   A minute or so later
we hear  the  crackle of  threads  breaking and  intervene  before the
pillows tear.

Sherry replaces the  pillows at  the head  of the  bed and  lies back,
pulling Ken and I  down on either side  of her and the  girls crawl on
top of us, lying down  on our chests, strangely,  Mara chooses Ken and
Chloe me.  Sherry comments  on this, saying, "I  think you're going to
have your hands full, the next time Mara sleeps over."

"I can handle it."  he replies, cupping  his hand over  Mara's bum and
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Chloe's eyes follow her brother's fingers then up to me, "'ickle?" she
says and  pops  her thumb  into  her mouth  like  a two  year  old. "I
wouldn't be too  sure." I warn  him as I  probe the soft  folds of his
baby sister's gooey  slit, gently  sliding my  middle finger  into her
warm little  cunny. "I  think we've  created a  couple of  cum hungry,
nympho kiddie sluts.   They're  gonna fuck and  suck you  dry, leaving
only your shrivelled corpse."

"Well at least I'll die happy." he replies easily, as the girls giggle
at my description of them.

I whisper  in Chloe's  ear, coaching  her.   Wonder of  wonders, she's
actually seen the right movie and knows what to do.

Sitting up she sweeps up a  towel and with a  flourish pulls it around
her shoulders and across  her nose and mouth,  "I am Cuntess Spermulla
and I vant to soock your coom."  She  squeaks and dives for his crotch
as everyone bursts out laughing.

Ken is the first to stop laughing, as  she engulfs his flaccid tool in
her mouth, for over minute  she works on him,  her cheeks hollowing as
she applies suction.  Finally lifts her head, looking upset, "He won't
get hard for me." she says, almost crying.

"What do you expect, you just  sucked a weeks worth of  cum out of me.
Try again tomorrow." Ken says.

"Bullshit!" Sherry exclaims,  "He just  needs some  special treatment,
that's all"  She then rises to kneel between his ankles and pushes his
knees back to his  chest. "Hold him  there girls." she  instructs.  As
Chloe and Mara  have taken  hold of his  legs, she  continues, "If you
want to get a  guy hard in  a hurry, you  do this."   Sherry pulls his
butt cheeks apart  and dips her  head, swirling her  tongue around his
puckered opening then pointing it and pushing inside.

Half a minute later she pulls back  to survey her handiwork, though no
longer the limp little worm it had been, his cock still has a long way
to go before  it could penetrate  anything but the  slackest of cunts.
"Hmmm, still  not  hard.   This  calls for  drastic  measures." Sherry
muses, "Keep him there girls."

She holds  her  finger to  her  lips, indicating  that  we  should say
nothing and picks up  the small vibrator,  wiping it clean  on a towel
before pushing it into her cunt for a fresh coating of lubricant.  She
returns her tongue to  his arsehole, dribbling lots  of saliva onto it
and repeatedly shoving her tongue inside  to loosen him up.  Satisfied
she takes the little phallus from her pussy  and holds it close to her
face, driving it through  his relaxed sphincter, twisting  the base at
the same time.

Knowing what to expect, she throws  herself out of the  way as he rips
his legs  free from  the girls'  grasp, his  buttocks dropping  to the
mattress.  He reaches between his  legs, and extracts the buzzing tool
from his anus.  "What the fuck did you do that for?" he yells, "I'm no
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"I never said you were," Sherry  replies, unperturbed, "but look." she
points between his legs to where his cock stands rigidly to attention.

"Oh! He  gazes at  his proudly  standing member,  "But I  thought only
poofters liked things in their butts."

"Gays," she corrects him, "aren't the only ones by a long shot.  Would
you call Carl gay?"

"No way!"  Ken replies, "He'd pound me to a pulp."

"Well actually he  wouldn't, unless you  were rude."  she informs him,
"But he does like  me to fuck him  in the arse with  that double ender
your sister was playing with.   And I have seen him  pound a few hairy
butts in his time.

"Don't look so  surprised.  A  lot of blokes  try it at  least once in
their lives.   Carl and I  do a bit  of swinging and  he discovered he
likes a bit of  the other occasionally,  though he says  he prefers to
have a couple of tits to hang on to.  Geoff here has tried it too, but
he reckons it's  like wanking while  saying the  times tables, totally
boring.  You've just always had your little sister to fuck."

"How did you get up the nerve?" he asks me,  "Even if I wanted to try,
I'd be too scared my mates'd find out."

"I was staying in Melbourne,  a long way from  home, with somebody I'd
met at a camp.  We  got stoned and started going  through a porno mag.
It had a gay  supplement, so we decided  to see what all  the fuss was
about.  He kind of liked it, but said  girls were better, while I just
went through the  motions, it  was like  Sherry said,  totally boring.
After I finally shot my load,  we got cleaned up  and watched TV until
his parents got home."

"Have you finished?"  Chloe breaks in, "I want to use this," she fists
Ken's stiff cock, "before it goes away.  And, I  want it in my bum and
him in my pussy." she points at me.

The thought of double  banging her diminutive body  give me an instant
hardon and the idea gets to Ken too,  his cock twitching in his little
sister's grasp, the head turning a deeper shade of purple.

"Let's try it standing up,  she's so small anything  else would be too
awkward." I say.

Ken and I slip from the bed and I position Chloe's bottom on the edge,
getting her to hold her legs  up and wide as I bend  my knees a little
and rub my purple knob along  her gooey slit and  over her hard pebble
of a clit as I coat my cock with her slippery juices.

She moans and squirms as I tease her, finally she begs me, "Put it in,
fuck me please."

I tease her for a  few seconds longer before  fitting my swollen glans
up against her  tiny hole  and pressing inwards  until I  pop into the
warm, tight grip of her bald,  seven year old pussy.   I then take her
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her arms around my neck.   Slipping my hands under  her bottom, I lift
her from the bed and stand up.

She squeaks with surprise  as I release her  and let her  fall onto my
cock, her body  pausing momentarily  as I bump  into her  cervix, then
squeals loudly as  she drops the  rest of the  way with a  rush when I
pierce her womb.

"Here you will  need this."  Sherry says, as  Ken moves  up behind his
sister. She holds out the lube  to him, "Rub some  all over your cock,
and push some into her  bottom as well." she  instructs him, "And take
it easy, go slow until her bottom gets used to your cock."

I put my hands  back on Chloe's bum  and pull the cheeks  apart as Ken
kneels behind his sister and  presses the end of  the tube against her
little pink knot-hole.  She  squeaks at it's cold  touch, and again as
the slippery gel is  forced into her rectum.   He lay the  tube to one
side as he presses his finger against the tight ring of her sphincter,
she grunts a little as his  fingertip penetrates then slides home with
a rush.   I feel  Ken's finger  rub against  my cock  as he  pumps his
finger in and out a couple of times  then pulls it free, causing Chloe
to moan in  disappointment and  lift herself up  and down  on my cock,
fucking me while she waits.

Ken squeezes a dollop of gel into his hand and quickly smooths it over
his stiff shaft.  I still  Chloe's motions, holding her buttocks apart
as Ken moves in and  presses his swollen knob  up against her puckered
opening.  Chloe leans her head  forward and bites into  my chest as he
holds her hips and  pushes hard, slowly forcing  his way millimetre by
millimetre into  her constricted  bottom, made  doubly  so by  my cock
filling her vagina.

Suddenly she yelps, letting go of my flesh  as his glans pops past her
sphincter.  "Oh  fuck!   It's so tight!"  he cries,  pausing a moment,
waiting for her muscles to relax.  "Oh God, it's like the first time I
fucked you." he murmurs with his lips  pressed into her raven hair. "I
love you, my beautiful baby sister."

"I love you too." she whispers back, her breath hot on my nipple. "I'm
ready now."

Again her teeth  sink into  my flesh,  as Ken  gently pumps  his hips,
slowly working his way into the hot, tight grip  of her bowels.  I can
feel every motion of his cock  against mine, through the thin, tightly
stretched membranes separating us.

Chloe's teeth remain locked in the muscles  of my chest, but her moans
contain a component of pleasure as Ken's  thrusts grind her clit on my
freshly shaved pubis.   With a  final impatient push  Ken's cock sinks
the last inch into Chloe's rectum and she tastes the hot, coppery bite
of my  blood as  her teeth  pierce my  skin, her  shrill yelp  of pain
blending with my deeper one.

"Hey you're, supposed to drink my SPERM Cuntess."   I tell her and she
giggles the scared look leaving her face.   As she tries to apologise,
I stop her, "I'm happy to take as much of your  pain as I can." I say,
kissing her forehead.  "The worst  is over now,  just wait  while your
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She nods and dips her head  to lick up the trickle  of blood that runs
from the tiny wound next to my  right nipple. "Mmmmn, you taste good."
she says, smacking her lips and kissing  from one nipple to the other,
stopping to lap up each droplet of blood as it forms.

"Hey what about me?" Mara asks, bored by our inactivity.

All three of us turn our heads to look at  her and Sherry holds up the
wand like instrument.  "Are you ready for this Honey?" she asks.

"Yeah!", Mara breaths, "I want to get ready for Daddy."  She lies back
on the  bed and  pulls her  knees  up to  her armpits,  stretching her
little twat  wide open.   To  get  a closer  look, Ken  and  I shuffle
sideways until one of  Chloe's feet is on  the bed and  our legs touch
the frame.

Sherry picks up the  lube and noting it's  severely depleted state she
mutters to herself,  "Hmmm, gonna  have to get  some more  before Carl
gets home."  then  to her  daughter,  "First we'll  get  you  nice and
greasy."  She  puts the tube  up to Mara's  open little  hole and half
fills her daughter's cunny with gel, then generously coats the rod.

The slim shaft slides in easily and lube  oozes out around it.  Sherry
feels around with the tip and locates the  dimple in the end of Mara's
cervix. "O.K. Honey," She warns, "this  is going to hurt  a bit."  She
wraps one hand around the shaft and inch  or so away from Mara's pussy
lips and cups the other over the end.   "Now close your eyes Honey and
breath deeply.  That's it Honey  relax." Her voice is soothing, almost
hypnotic, "That's it, in  and out, in and out."

As Mara relaxes,  Sherry pushes firmly  on the end  of the  rod, for a
moment there is resistance  then the shaft in  her hands moves inwards
with a jerk, coming  to rest as the  side of Sherry's  hand bumps into
her daughter's plump labia.

Mara utters a  sharp piercing shriek,  and the tears  flow freely from
her wide open eyes.  "Ouch Mummy," she cries, "that hurts."

"It's O.K. Honey, it's  in now, let  me kiss your  pretty little pussy
until you get used to it."   Without waiting for  a reply Sherry leans
over and flicks her tongue back and forth over her little girl's clit,
stimulating it until it fills with blood and stands  up at the  top of
Mara's bald little slit.   Sherry then  bites it between  her lips and
tugs until the stiff little nubbin slips free.

"Again!" Mara  cries, "Do  it again  Mummy."  and lifts  her  hips up,
towards her mother's lips.  "Oomph!" she grunts as her movement pushes
another inch of the intruding rod into her uterus.

Movement from Chloe, pulls Ken and I back to our own task.  She pushes
down with her foot  on the bed and  tightens her arms  around my neck.
For a moment the  skin around her holes  stretches, then suddenly lets
go and she pulls up until the flare of my glans catches in the neck of
her womb.  She  hangs there for  a moment, then  slowly lowers herself
she is impaled on the full  length of our cocks again.   She smiles up
at me and pulls up again,  a little faster this  time and again lowers
herself.  The third time  she rises she suddenly  lets go, letting her


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full weight pull her body onto our stiff pricks, all three of us grunt
at the impact.

"O.K. I'm ready now," she tells us, "fuck me."

We shuffle away from the bed until  Chloe's leg hangs free, then start
rocking our hips gently back and forth searching for the right rhythm.
As out movements synchronise,  our strokes become  deeper and stronger
and I find that  I have to  support Chloe with  my hands as  I pull my
hips back, or I can't pull my knob free of her womb.

Soon our pricks  are moving  freely and  I hold  her tight  against my
chest and belly,   "Five quick ones." I  mouth to Ken over  the top of
his sisters head.  He nods and rapidly pistons  his cock in and out of
her arse, each thrust  knocking her clit  against my pubic  bone and a
little yip of excitement from her lips.

Then it is Ken's  turn to hold her  steady while I  stroke deeply into
her pussy's  tight  embrace.   I  keep my  groin  pressed  against her
prominent mound, dragging the ultra-short stubble on my pubis over her
sensitive clitoris.  Her  excited yips become deeper  moans of arousal
under the influence of my deep, slow strokes.

Between us,  Chloe's diminutive  body suddenly  goes into  spasms, her
arms tighten around  my neck and  pull my head  down until  my nose is
buried in her hair,  as she cries out  in ecstasy, the  muscles of her
lower body squeezing so  tightly on our invading  organs that movement
becomes impossible and it  feels like her convulsing  cunt is going to
bite my prick off.  Over my bowed head, Ken's strangled grunts tell me
that he is  experiencing similar  sensations in her  tightly clenched,
little pink arsehole.

As her tiny anus and vagina release their  death grip on the rock hard
organs piercing her body we resume fucking her.  Her gasping cries of,
"More... I need more...  fuck me harder... Faster."   egg us on and we
saw back and forth  in her diminutive seven  year old frame.   The wet
slapping sounds  of our  pounding  thrusts becoming  almost  brutal in
their intensity as we strive for release.

In less than a minute all three of  us are gasping raggedly, the sweat
of  our  exertions  glistening  on  our  bodies.    Chloe's  cries  of
encouragement are  now  incoherent  mutterings,  her  saliva  drooling
between us  to  mingle with  our  sweat, our  bellies  rubbing slickly
against each other.  The tempo of our movements becomes almost frantic
as we approach climax, as if each of us strains to be first.

To me falls that honour, my nuts pulling up  hard against my body as I
drive home into Chloe's hairless cunt  for the last time, grinding her
engorged clitoris  between our  pubic bones  and triggering  a massive
orgasm in  her tiny  body.   My  balls churn,  emptying  themselves in
burning pulses, but the  tightly clenched muscles  of Chloe's spasming
sheath prevent final release and the pressure builds up until finally,
the jism courses through my  tumescent shaft to spray  the back of her
womb in a single, continuous, agonisingly pleasurable stream.

As my eyes  and ears  open to the  world again,  I see  Ken's features
pulled tight in  a rictus  grin, his twitching  hips pushing  his baby



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sister's squealing body against mine, as  he fills her spasming bowels
with his incestuous seed.

Long after Ken's  climax ceases,  Chloe's continues, her  tight little
cunt, squeezing  in powerful  contractions around  my  throbbing cock.
Her ecstatic  cries softening,  as her  lungs  labour to  draw breath.
Only when she  slips into unconsciousness,  does her  orgasm stop, her
arms and legs dangling limply  as her tousled head  lolls to one side,
her slack lips pressing  wetly just below my  nipple.  As  we hold her
limp little body pressed between us,  her breathing recovers, tickling
me as it blows in a warm stream over my nipple.

A few moments  later she stirs  and kisses my  chest as  she lifts her
arms to wrap around my neck to hug me.  As she does so, she pulls free
of her brother's softening penis, releasing a warm flood of semen over
my balls.  Then  as her arms tighten  further, my cock  slips from her
silken sheath though little of my sperm escapes her womb.  Briefly she
lifts herself  to  brush her  lips  across mine  and  whisper thankyou
before she slips an arm about Ken's neck and twists until she can wrap
her legs about his waist.

He too is kissed and thanked  and her arms squeeze  him tightly as she
continues, "Cuddle me."  With one hand cupping her tiny bottom and the
other entwined in her raven tresses he carries her to the bed and lies
down.  Chloe snuggles up  against his side with  her face pressed into
the side of his neck and  her leg cocked over his hip.   Then as Ken's
hands gently stroke  her neck and  bottom she  murmurs contentedly and
falls asleep.

"Isn't that sweet?" Sherry  says softly, her voice  drawing my eyes to
her and Mara.

Mara is sitting  on her  heels and is  leaning back,  supported on her
hands as  Sherry  holds the  lubricated  head of  the  larger vibrator
against her daughter's shiny  mound rubbing the humming  head in small
circles over Mara's little pink button.  Once  more I am struck by the
disparity in size between the thick  plastic phallus and the tiny hole
which is to accommodate it.

I can see Mara's arms trembling as she supports herself and I climb up
on the bed to kneel beneath her.  I  slide my arms under her shoulders
and take her weight,  pillowing her head on  my chest so  that she can
look at where  her mother moves  the buzzing device  over her hairless
cleft.  With my fingertips I separate  Mara's plump pussy lips and her
hips jerk as  the vibrating  tool comes into  direct contact  with her
sensitive clitoris.

Sherry slides her  free hand between  her daughters thighs  and one by
one she works all four fingers  into Mara's tight little box, twisting
her wrist as she pumps them  in and out.   Moments later a mini-climax
ripples through Mara's body  and Sherry turns off  the vibrator as she
slides her fingers from  her daughter's vagina and  replaces them with
the quiescent tool.

Once more Mara's  labia are stretched  into invisibility  as the thick
shaft invades  her  pussy, stopping  only  when it  rests  against the
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fingers digging into my  wrists as her tissues  stretch to accommodate
the large plastic cylinder filling her immature cunny.

Then, as she observes the white leaving Mara's knuckles, Sherry begins
to stroke the vibrator  in and out  of her daughter's  pussy.  Without
warning Sherry  continues inwards  on one  stroke, pressing  the thick
head of the tool in her hand hard against Mara's cervix.

Mara's grunts  and her  fingers tighten  again  on my  wrists,  as her
mother pushes hard  on the  base of  the vibrator  trying to  force it
through the  neck of  her womb.    Finally she  can take  no  more and
squeaks, "Stop!"  through  clenched  teeth,  tears  trembling  on  her
cheeks.   She  relaxes as  Sherry  takes her  hands  from  the plastic
phallus, leaving it to jut obscenely from her distended twat.

The protruding end of the vibrator moves  through a gentle arc as Mara
breaths deeply, recovering  from the  pain.  Twice  more, they  try to
force the oversized  tool through  the neck of  Mara's womb,  before I
call a halt, saying, "It's no good, there's  no way that that fat knob
is going to open Mara's cervix, we need something with a tapered tip."

Mara tries to protest, "No keep going I want to get my pussy ready for
Daddy to fuck me properly."  Having  said this she reaches between her
legs and tries to force the vibrator further into her body.

"It's no good honey." I  tell her, gently prying  her fingers from the
hard plastic shaft. "If we do manage to force that into you, it'd hurt
you so much that you wouldn't be able to fuck your daddy anyway."

Suddenly I  get an  idea and  turn  to Sherry,  "Is there  a  sex shop
anywhere around here?   We  could get something  more suitable  and we
could get those condoms for Lena at the same time."

"Yes there is."  she replies,  "I wasn't going  to do  my big shopping
trip till the  end of  the week but  we can  go tomorrow  instead.  We
might even get you some special toys of your  own Mara.  How would you
like that?"

With a squeal of delight Mara launches herself at her mother, knocking
Sherry over backwards.  She lies on top  of her mother as she plasters
kisses all over Sherry's face, saying, "Thank you." between each one.

I notice that the vibrator still  protrudes from Mara's vagina and the
base of it rests in the  folds of Sherry's bald pussy.   With a wicked
grin to myself I reach for it and give  the base a hard twist, feeling
three clicks as I turn it on to it's highest setting.

Both mother and daughter squeal and jump at the unexpected sensations,
then Sherry's hips rock as she drags her  clit back and forth over the
bottom two inches of  the angrily buzzing tool.   Mara squirms happily
as the humming tip moves inside her body.

But their  play is  cut  short as  a  horn sounds  from  the driveway.
"Shit! Mike's back!" Sherry cries as she  rolls Mara from her body and
springs to the floor.  I pull the  vibrator from Mara's pussy and turn
it off as Sherry continues, "God  you three look a  mess, run down and
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Chloe protests sleepily  as Ken  wakes her.   We grab  the clean towel
from the bed and  make a run for  it as Sherry pulls  a dress over her
head and grabs a pair of knickers as she runs for the bathroom.  As we
pause to grab  our bathers from  the line, I  realise how  late it has
gotten, from the sun it must be about six in the evening.  Fortunately
the stairs to the beach can't be seen from  the front of the house and
we are half way down the  stairs as Mike pounds on  the front door and
yells, "Mummy, I'm home."  Sherry must have given herself a lick and a
promise as, almost immediately  I hear him describing  his trip on the
boat at the top of his voice.

A minute later  we are giggling,  a trifle hysterically,  at our close
call as we wash the sweat and half dried  cum and pussy juice from our
bodies.  We soak our shorts  and the girls bathers  and wring them out
before slipping them on and heading  for the house as though returning
from a swim.












































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Chapter 18              - SPANK ME. PLEASE.



Up at the house  the girls run giggling  for Mara's bedroom  as I take
Ken into mine and loan him  another pair of shorts.   We quickly towel
off and dress,  Ken recovering  his shirt  from where  he had  left it
before coming down  to the  beach that  morning, as  we head  into the
kitchen.  Less than a minute  later the girls arrive,  Mara in a short
little sun-dress and  Chloe in her  Brownie uniform, as  the dress she
wore the night before and her bike shorts are in Sherry's washer.

Sherry suggests that we return  the movie and get  some milk while she
starts dinner.  Mike is so  tired that all he wants to  do is sit down
in front of the TV and he complains when I get in his way as I collect
the tape.  Outside  the front door, Ken  and I swing the  girls to our
shoulders and we exchange startled glances  as we realise that neither
of the girls is wearing any knickers.

"That's five spanks you know." I inform Mara, as we begin walking down
to the shop.

"Yup!" she giggles, "Just not so hard this time.  O.K.?"

"You want me to spank you?" I ask incredulously.

"Yep, I like it when you rub it better." She tells me.

I shake my head and turn  to look up a Chloe, "And  do you want Ken to
spank you too?"

She nods vigorously, saying, "Uh Huh, his spanks don't hurt, they feel
good." then  adds quickly,  "Unless I've  been  really bad,  then they
hurt."

"Oh, was this your idea then?" I ask.

Again she nods, "I wanted us to be  naughty and leave our knickers off
and Mara told me she got extra spanks for doing that, so then I really
wanted to do it."

"You're incorrigible." I laugh.

"What's that mean?"

"Very naughty." I say.


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She giggles, proudly saying "That's me."

By this time we have reached the shop, we  swing the girls down and go
inside to return the  movie and buy milk.   After a  short exchange of
pleasantries with the girl  behind the counter  we leave.   On our way
back the girls run ahead of us, their little white bums flashing at us
as the hems of their skirts flap with their bouncing motions.

I look at Ken and see him licking his lips, "Looks like you can't wait
to give her that spanking." I say.

"And kiss it better." he laughs.

"Of course." I laugh back and take off after the girls. "Let's go"

We catch up with the girls and jog along behind them, appreciating the
brief glimpses we catch of their pert little bottoms.  As we reach the
bottom of the drive I  swoop on Chloe and  sweep her happily squealing
body up and throw  her over my shoulder,  raining playful little swats
on her wriggling posterior.

Mara, who has stopped to watch us, turns to  face Ken wit her hands on
her hips.   A  moment  later she  too  hangs from  his  shoulder, feet
kicking, as he gives her the same treatment as her friend.

A minute  later we  are in  the kitchen,  still carrying  our giggling
burdens.   I survey  the  room, then  look  to where  Sherry  has just
started frying fish fillets and ask, "Where's Mike?"

"The poor little bugger  was so tired that  I gave him  a sandwich and
put him to bed."  she replies and points  to the milk,  "Put that away
and sit down, tea will be about five minutes."

Ken and I set the girls  on the floor and they  immediately go over to
stand beside Sherry with their hands behind their backs and their head
penitently bowed as they twist from side to side.

Sherry looks down at them and asks, "Yes?"

"We been naughty Mummy." Mara whispers,  keeping her head down to hide
her smile.

Sherry looks over at where Ken and I sit  at the table. "What did they
do?" she asks.

"Why don't you see  for yourself." I  say, pointing at  the girls, who
now have their dresses pulled up to  their waists to expose their cute
white bottoms to us and their hairless mounds to Sherry.

"Oh! Well I think five smacks for Chloe  and ten for Mara, because she
didn't learn her lesson last time."

"That's not fair!"  Chloe pouts, "She gets more  than me and it was my
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Sherry's head  snaps up  and looks  at our  grinning faces.  "It seems
Chloe has a  taste for  light discipline and  she's convinced  Mara to
give it a try." I explain.

"Oh." she says and again "OH!"  as she presses her  hand to her groin,
an excited gleam in  her eye.  She  gives her head a  little shake and
says, "Go and sit down.  You can get spanked after dinner, if we start
now we'll never eat."

They drop their hems and scurry over to us, for a moment It looks like
they will  come to  blows  over Ken's  lap,  but Chloe  gives  way and
happily trots around  to me,  climbing into my  lap.   I wrap  my arms
around her waist and she gives  a contented sigh as I  kiss the top of
her head and drop my hand to caress her slim brown thigh.  A couple of
minutes later Sherry brings our meals over, mackerel fillets and salad
and the girls slide over to take their own seats.

After dinner Ken and  I make Sherry sit  down with a cup  of tea while
the four of us do the  dishes and clean up the  kitchen.  Five minutes
later we sit  down with our  own drinks, the  girls back  in our laps.
They gulp  their drinks  and bounce  impatiently  on our  knees  as we
slowly sip ours, drawing out their wait as long as possible.

Finally Chloe grabs my wrist and gulps the  last mouthful of tea in my
mug.  I look over her  head at Sherry, commenting  with a laugh, "I've
never seen any  body so impatient  to get their  hide tanned.   Do you
think it might be a better idea to punish them by not doing it?"

"Noooo!" Chloe wails, echoed by Mara,  "We've been inc-incory.." Chloe
looks up at me helplessly.

"Incorrigible." I supply laughing.

"Yeah that, I'm incoryjbubble."  She says. "You've GOT to spank me."

I look at Sherry and shrug, "What can I do?" I ask her.

"Spank her I guess." she laughs.

"O.K. I say,  standing up  and tumbling her  from my  lap.   I move my
chair back, and motion Ken to  bring his chair over next  to mine.  We
sit down and I crook my finger at the  girls, putting on a stern mien,
I growl, "You've been bad haven't you?"

Chloe hangs back  and examines her  toes as she  nods penitently while
Mara moves to stand beside her.

"What did you do?" I  continue, turning the whole  thing into a little
play for Sherry's benefit.

"D'n't 'r 'ny 'kers" she mumbles.

"What?" I say sternly, "I can't hear you.  Both of you tell me."

"Didn't wear any knickers."  They repeat together, loud  enough for us
all to hear.

"Show me!" I snap.


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They are really getting into this  little performance and both of them
lift their hems  with trembling  hands to  expose the  naked, hairless
lips of their pussies.  Chloe only holds her dress above her waist for
a few  seconds  before  letting  it  drop  back  down  to  conceal her
privates.

"Did I  say you  could  cover up?"  I  say ominously,  "Five  more for
disobedience."

With a yelp, Chloe snatches at the hem  of her tunic, lifting it until
it covers  her mouth  and nose,  her eyes  catch mine  momentarily and
thank me for evening the score, but I ignore it, and let my gaze trail
downwards, past the bottom  of her yellow T-shirt.   Her knees tremble
with what might be fear, but my eyes  follow the line of her quivering
thighs to their junction.  There I see shimmering droplets of moisture
clinging to her  puffy labia  and my rock  hard cock  twitches.   As I
watch, a shining jewel detaches  itself and falls to  the floor with a
barely audible plop.

Out of the corner  of my eye, I  see Sherry twitch at  the tiny sound,
and I hear  her moan with  suppressed excitement. She  lifts her skirt
and pulls her knickers  down to mid-thigh  with one hand  as the other
cups and kneads her dripping cunt.

"Look at me!" I snap, "Five more each!"  and the girls heads snap back
towards me, aborting their move to follow my gaze.

I'm enjoying this  immensely and  stare at  their immature  cunnies to
prolong the experience  as much  as possible.   As I  watch, the first
beads of moisture appear on Mara's  plump pudenda, while from Chloe's,
there flows a steady stream of dewy beads, most run in little rivulets
down  her  quivering  thighs,  but  the  occasional  perfect,  rainbow
spherule falls to splash in the growing puddle between her feet.

Suddenly a series  of tiny  ripples pass over  her belly  and from her
parted lips comes breathily,  "Oh, oh, oh,  oh."  I  can't believe it,
just from speaking and looking at her I have aroused her to climax.  A
tiny one admittedly, but  she has experienced an  orgasm without being
touched.

To one side and  slightly behind the  girls, Sherry is  biting her lip
and both her  hands maul her  obscenely squelching cunt.   Mara's eyes
are wide with surprise and strain to look  to the side while she keeps
her head rigidly facing forwards.  Beside me Ken's head turns back and
forth between me and his spasming sister, his expression unreadable.

I give Chloe  a few  moments to recover  before I  sternly order them,
"Now come here  you incorrigible  children, and  get the  spanking you
deserve."

"No, No!"  Chloe wails,  letting her  hem drop,  then snatching  it up
again before it can fall far.  "I promise I'll be  good, I'll never do
it again.  Please don't spank me."

"I'm sorry,"  I  say,  "but  you've  been  very  naughty  and  must be
punished.  Now come here."



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They approach,  feigned reluctance  in  each of  Chloe's  five jerking
steps and Ken has to pull  Mara to him as she moves  to stand in front
of me, seemingly forgetting  his existence.   He takes the  hem of her
frock and  strips it  from her,  leaving her  wearing nothing  but her
sandals.  He pulls her naked body across his knees, positioning her so
that her bare mound  contacts his right knee,  holding her in position
with his left  hand on her  hip and  it dawns on  me, as  to why Chloe
enjoys her spankings.

Leaving her uniform  on, I  position her in  the same  fashion, facing
towards her friend.  They  link hands and look  into each other's eyes
as I raise my hand and lock my gaze with  Ken's, waiting for him to do
the same.

Together our hands descend,  our blows landing so  close together that
the ringing slaps sound like an  echo. "One!" I say  and lift my hand,
holding it upraised for a slow count  of three before bringing it down
again on the creamy  white bottom before me.  "Two!"  Again  I pull my
hand back  and silently  count  an interminable  three  seconds before
allowing it to fall with a resounding crack. "Three!"

Twelve more times our hands fall,  the creamy globes before us rapidly
turning pink under  the stinging  impact of our  palms.   Each ringing
blow sending a shockwave through their  bodies to the engorged bundles
of nerves crushed against our kneecaps.

I count off the  last blow, "Fifteen." and  let my hand  rest upon the
hot skin of Chloe's reddened buttocks.

"Nooo!" she wails, grinding her pelvis desperately.  "Don't stop, It's
nearly happening.  Just a few more." she begs me.

Opposite her, Mara too, begs of Ken, "Please?  Don't stop now."

Chloe sounds so desperate that I decide  to change things and pull her
hip towards  me, so  that she  lies  backwards across  my  thighs, her
swollen, bedewed mound thrust prominently upwards.  I rain rapid light
blows, little more  than feather touches,  on her puffy  labia and the
inflamed little bud standing stiffly between them, her breath catching
as the first lands.   She stuffs her  fist in her mouth  and tucks her
feet behind the rail under the chair as she strains upwards seeking to
expose more of her vulva to my hand.

Suddenly she cums hard, and  I cease spanking her  pussy to thrust two
fingers into the hot vice like grip  of her spasming vagina.  Crushing
her clit under my thumb as  I curl my fingers,  dragging the tips over
her G-spot.  Her body  arches higher, straining until  the back of her
neck presses into my thigh and only my  hand on her mound prevents the
corded muscles of her legs catapulting her across the room.

As Chloe's spasms  die, muffled squeaks  from Mara  catch my attention
and I look to  see her draped  backwards over Ken's  legs, his fingers
buried to the hilt in her  pussy.  She too holds  her fist between her
teeth to smother her ecstatic cries.

Chloe squirms weakly in my  lap and I help  her to disentangle herself
from the chair, lifting her to straddle my lap as I hug her.  Over her
shoulder I  see Sherry  thrashing on  the floor,  her lip  between her


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teeth as she  pumps her  clenched fist  in and  out of  her convulsing
twat, the  shredded remains  of her  knickers  twisted about  her left
ankle.  Chloe twists in my  arms, turning to see  what I'm looking at.
"Oh wow!" she breaths, her fingers digging into my biceps.

As we watch, Mara crosses in front of us and seizes her mother's wrist
in both hands.  With a  wrench she pulls Sherry's  hand free and holds
it back while  her mother  recovers, her  spastic spasms  subsiding to
occasional twitches.

Finally her eyes open and  she looks at Mara,  "Thanks honey, I always
need help when that happens." she  then looks at Ken  and I, "Now what
about the boys? They probably need to cum too."

As Mara hurries back to Ken, Chloe slips from my lap and turns to face
me.  I  raise my  hips for her  as she  tugs on  my Stubbies, reaching
inside to free  my cock when  it catches in  the waistband.   A second
later, she pulls them past my feet as I  strip off my shirt and pushes
my knees apart as she leans over and  wraps both tiny hands around the
base of my  shaft while  sliding her  soft warm  lips over  my swollen
purple knob.

Beside me  Mara has  Ken's shorts  around  his ankles  and  is rapidly
bobbing her head up  and down on  his distended cock,  jacking him off
with her hands and hungry mouth.  Every few seconds she pulls free and
rubs his bloated glans over her  cheeks before forcing it back between
her wet lips.

Chloe holds the  end of  my cock in  her mouth  gently sucking  as she
watches her friend's frenzied attack on  her brother's prick for a few
moments, then emulates her.   Fucking her face  on the top  half of my
cock and trying to force more of me into her mouth.  Unfortunately the
angles are wrong and  try as she might  no more than two  thirds of my
rock hard member will fit in her mouth.

"Wait a minute." I tell her and push her face from my groin as I stand
up and lift her into my arms.  As I move towards the table, I hear Ken
groaning behind me  and I turn  back to watch  them.   Loud gulps come
from Mara as  she swallows,  her throat working  franticly to  keep up
with his cum.   Then with  a final slurp  she runs her  fingers up his
shaft, stripping the last of his semen from the urethra.

I then  turn back  to the  table and  lay  Chloe on  it with  her head
hanging over the edge.  I lift her hands to  my hips then use one hand
to press my cock down to  her lips, curling the  other behind her neck
to support her  head and cushion  it from the  edge of the  table as I
push my hips forwards, sliding my steely shaft into her mouth and down
her throat.

Beginning with slow steady  strokes I fuck her  throat, but my release
will not be denied and it  is only a few seconds  before my pace picks
up and I'm rapidly  pistoning my tumescent staff  between her lips, my
tightening balls bouncing off her nose with  each thrust.  Less than a
minute passes before my balls churn and  I pull back, wrapping my hand
around my angry red prick.

As I stroke my fist rapidly  up and down, my  jism making it's burning
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mouth.  Then as she closes her mouth, I  spray the remainder of my cum
over her pixie  face.   As I strip  the last  dribbles from  my aching
prick to fall  in a  long white  string onto  Chloe's lips  and cheek,
Sherry pushes  me aside  and her  tongue,  flicks out  to lap  up each
globule and gooey string of my seed.

Chloe only  allows  Sherry a  few  moments to  clean  her  face before
pushing her back and rising to  sit on the edge  of the table. Turning
her face towards me she tilts  her head back and  opens her mouth, her
wriggling, semen coated tongue  rising obscenely from  a viscous white
pool.  Before she can close her mouth and swallow, I bump Sherry aside
with my hip and Press my lips to Chloe's, extending my tongue to swirl
around hers, tasting myself.

Sliding my hand under  her tiny bottom, I  lift her and hug  her to my
chest, her lively   little tongue pushing  my semen from  her mouth to
mine.  Back  and forth we  pass my cum,  mingling it  with our saliva,
stirring the  gluey glob  filling  our mouths  with  eagerly wrestling
tongues, finally dividing it between us and pulling apart to look into
each other's eyes as we swallow.

"Cool!" Mara's voice startles us and I turn to look at her. "I want to
do that.   Do you  think Daddy  will do  that with  me?" she  asks her
mother.

"Honey, if Daddy will do anything at all with you, he will do anything
that you want.  And I know that he loves to share his sperm."

"Oh goody!" Mara cries. "I can't wait until he gets back."

"But for now young  lady, I think it's  time for you to  have a shower
and go to bed." Sherry informs her daughter.

"Oh Mummy, do I have to?" Mara pouts, fisting Ken's unresponsive cock.
"I want to have more fun."

"Yes you do." Sherry says, "I want to  get an early start tomorrow and
we didn't get much sleep last  night because of you  two, so I'm going
to bed too."

"Well, I guess we  better be going then!"   Ken says. "Can  I use your
bathroom for a minute?" he asks, indicating his sticky groin.

"Sure go ahead," Sherry replies, "take Chloe and wash her face too."

"Meanie!" Mara accuses  her mother as  Ken pries her  fingers from his
cock and comes  over to  take Chloe from  my arms.  "Can I  sleep with
Geoff tonight?"

"That's me." Sherry admits,  "And I'm going  to be a  bigger meanie, I
want Geoff to sleep with me tonight."

"Um," I say,  "is that a  good idea, what  if Mike  finds us together?
He's not going  to think anything  of Mara and  I, but you  and me's a
different story."

"O.K., you can have him." Sherry acquiesces, "Even though I think that
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"That to." I admit cheerfully, "But you're not bad for an old lady," I
dodge the blow  she aims at  me and finish,  "who looks  like a twelve
year old."

"Ooooh! I'll get you for that crack." she promises.

"You try and I'll turn you over my knee." I return.

"Promises, Promises." she laughs, "If I wasn't so shagged I'd take you
up on that offer."

I'm about to answer her when Chloe and Ken  come back into the room to
say goodbye.  Chloe trots over  to me, her dark  hair damp from having
the cum sponged out of it and neatly brushed back into a ponytail.  To
look at  her,  standing there  in  her slightly  rumpled  uniform, her
freshly scrubbed, little face  turned up for a  kiss, it is impossible
believe that she is anything but the innocent little girl, she appears
to be.

But as I  crouch before her  and my lips  touch hers  all illusions of
innocence are dispelled  as her arms  snake around my  neck, her agile
little tongue thrusting between my lips to  tussle with mine.  I slide
my hands up her slim brown legs, gently running my fingertips over the
soft, flawless skin  from her knees  to her hips.   She  moans into my
mouth and her  hips twitch  as my thumbs  brush over  the sweet tender
flesh of her labia.

"Nooo." she moans softly as I take my hands from beneath her skirt and
gently pull her arms from about my neck.

"It's time for you to go baby." I say, "I'll see you again."

"I don't want to go." she whispers, "I love you."

"And I love you too." I whisper back, "But think of all the new things
you and your big brother can practice when you get home."

Her face brightens, "Yeah!  Hey Ken, hur.. Oh!"

I look  around to  Ken and  see  him sitting  on the  floor  with Mara
sitting on  his  shoulders, her  legs  locked behind  his  head  as he
gobbles her pussy.   Sherry  stands behind her,  "Ahem," she  says and
taps her daughter on the shoulder, "My turn I think. Move."

"Make me!" Mara challenges.

"Easy." I say, gently setting Chloe on her feet as I move over towards
Mara.  I take her head in my hands and  move my head towards as though
to kiss her,  she eyes  me suspiciously but  allows her  lips to part,
then at the last moment I  turn her head and drive  my tongue into her
ear.   "Eeeek!" she  squeaks, her  legs  flying out  straight  and she
slides from Ken's shoulders to be caught by her mother.

"On your feet soldier."  Sherry orders Ken  as she lowers  Mara to the
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He scrambles  to his  feet and  Sherry  takes his  head in  her hands,
pulling it down to trace her tongue across  his lips.  "Mmmm, she does
taste nice.  Doesn't she?"

Not waiting for and answer, she crushes his lips to hers, slipping one
hand behind his head as the other trails  down his back to squeeze his
arse.  At the same time  his hands slip under her  dress and knead her
creamy white buttocks.

A few seconds later Sherry  pulls back and says,  "Enough, any more of
that and you'll never get home."

With a grin he replies, "I know."

"Well, stop it!"

Ken releases her and  turns to me,  looking at me  strangely, "Oh fuck
it!" he mutters, seeming to reach a decision.  With that he throws his
arms around me  and gives me  a crushing hug,  which I  return after a
moments hesitation. As he relaxes his hold he steps back and claps his
hands to my shoulders, "Thanks mate, you've  taught me a lot of things
today."

"And your sister's going to want  to try out every  single one of them
when you get home." I inform him, grinning.

He looks  down at  her, roguishly  grinning face,  "Oh God!"  he says,
turning a mock  look of  consternation on Sherry,  "Can I  dump her at
home and come back to sleep here?"

"No way!" his sister cries and  grabs his crotch, "This  is mine.  Now
let's go." She starts dragging him to the door by the waistband of his
shorts.  Suddenly she stops short, "My pictures!"

"What pictures are these?" he asks.

"These." Sherry takes the bundle of polaroids down from the top of the
fridge and hands them to Ken.

"Wow!" he looks to Sherry, "Did you do this?"

"No Geoff did, not bad huh?"

"Not bad?" he says incredulously, "They're great.   I want to see this
in the flesh."

"Well they want  to wear  these for  Mara's party  on Wednesday,  so I
guess you will"

"Like that?" he point to their bare chests in the photo.

"With a couple  of modifications."  Sherry replies,  "Now wait  here a
sec, I've  got  something for  Chloe."   She  goes  into  her bedroom,
returning a  moment  later  with  the  little  box  with  the Japanese
markings and going over  to the sink, we  here a few  clinks as Sherry
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Sherry comes over to us and takes Chloe's hand dropping something into
it.  Chloe looks  down at the two  inch an a  quarter diameter ceramic
balls, "What are these for?" she asks, puzzled.

"They're Ben Wah balls." Sherry explains,  "You put them in your pussy
and they make you feel good as you walk around."

Chloe takes one  and pops  it into  her mouth  to lubricate  it before
lifting the front of her tunic, and thrusting her hips forwards.  With
her tongue poking out of the  corner of her mouth  she pushes the ball
against the  entrance  of her  vagina,  squealing as  it  slips easily
inside.

"Hey, can I put in the next one?" I ask her.

Nodding, she holds  out her hand  to me. I  take the ball  and slip it
into my mouth, then lift Chloe and lay her on  the table.  I then take
hold of her  legs about the  knees and separate  her thighs  as I lean
forwards and push  the second  ball into  her pussy  with my  lips and
tongue.

"Knickers first,"  Sherry says,  as Chloe  starts  to wriggle  off the
table, "or they might fall out."

Ken opens her bag, finds a  pair of knickers and hands them  to me.  I
slip them on over  her ankles and pull  them up, taking  her ankles in
one hand and lifting her like  a baby to get them over  her bottom.  I
run my finger around the waist band and  the leg openings (to get them
seated properly) and release the elastic with  a final snap on her bum
as I lower her back to the table and lift her to the floor.

She takes  a  few  experimental steps,  her  brow  knotted  in intense
concentration.   Turning to  face us  from  the doorway  she exclaims,
"Wow! they feel  really, really good,  thank you." a  radiant smile on
her face.

"Now there's two things you've got to remember:" Sherry instructs her,
"Always wash them  with soap  and hot water  before and  after you use
them and don't dry them before  you put them in  your pussy, that just
puts more germs back on them; and If they ever get chipped, throw them
away or you could cut your vagina."

Chloe starts to run to Sherry, abruptly  slowing to a walk, "And thank
you again." she says and turns her face up for a kiss.

Sherry leans down and gives  her a soft kiss  then playfully swats her
bottom, "Now git." she says, "And don't forget these." she hands Chloe
the box and her photographs.

Mara and I hang back as Sherry escorts them  to the door, then as soon
as the  door  closes,  she  grabs my  cock  and  tows  me  towards the
bathroom. "Come on," she says, "you can have a shower with me."

As I start the shower running  Mara decides she needs  to poo and runs
from the room as I get under the water.  A couple of minutes later she
returns and gets  under the falling  water with me.   Two  in a shower
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I've already washed my hair by the time Mara  joins me so I quickly do
hers and  then it's  time for  the squirm.   Using  some body  wash of
Sherry's, I  lather up  her entire  body,  making sure  that  my soapy
fingers find and clean every nook and cranny.  Then I carefully ensure
that all of her orifices  are squeaky clean, pushing  my fingers in as
deep as possible (just to make sure).

Once the spasms in her quivering body cease, she does the same service
for me, covering me with a rich layer of suds, being very attentive of
my cock and balls.  She stops just before I cum and turns me around so
she can do  my arsehole.   She slips a  finger inside  and wriggles it
around before quickly adding a second and  then a third. 'No she can't
be.' I think to myself  but when she forces a forth finger in with the
others, I know that she is.

I concentrate on making my  sphincter relax as she  twists her hand to
open me  up further,  adding her  thumb as  I loosen  up. I  push back
against her biting my lip as the widest  part of her hand stretches me
painfully.  A second later I sigh in relief,  as my ring closes on her
wrist, all of her small hand within my bowels.

She crawls between my  legs and tells me  to kneel down.   As I do so,
she drops to  a sitting  position under me  and takes  my cock  in her
mouth.  Sucking hungrily on my knob she  curls her fingers into a fist
and pistons it within my arse.

With the sensations of her ravenous mouth on my glans and her knuckles
over my prostrate  it is only  a matter of  seconds before  I empty my
balls onto  her tongue,  jet after  scalding  jet, scorching  it's way
through my pulsing shaft, into her waiting mouth.

When my cock stops twitching she releases it, and grins up at me, "Was
that good?"

"Yeah!" I reply weakly, "That was  good.  Now get your  hand out of my
bum, I think I need to poo now."

"Eew yuck!" she says  as she pulls her  hand from my  butt, and again,
"Eew yuck!" as  she looks  at her shit  coated hand.   She  thrusts it
under the spray from the shower head, scrubbing it with the Solvol.

"Well what did you expect to find up there?" I laugh as I bolt through
the door, making it  into the toilet just  in time.  A  minute later I
return to the shower and finish washing.

As we stand  at the  sink brushing our  teeth, Sherry  sticks her head
through the door.   "What's  all this water  on the  floor?" she asks,
"And why is the toilet seat wet?"

"Ah, that's Mara's fault." I say, through a mouth full of foam.

"Why hers? they're your footprints."

"Well it might  have something to  do with her  having her  fist up my
arse," I say, "but I could be wrong."

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"My fist." Mara grins up at  her, looking rabid, "I got  it in all the
way up to here."  she  proudly indicates a point  two inches below her
elbow with the handle of her toothbrush.

"I heard what he said, I just don't believe it."

"You can believe it." I tell her, "I  have had things up there before,
though this was  the biggest."  I chuckle, "You  should have  seen the
look on Mara's face after she pulled her hand out."

"I can imagine."  Sherry laughs,  "Usually it's a  good idea  to start
those sort  of games  with an  enema." she  advises her  daughter, "It
makes thing a whole lot less messy."

"I'll remember that." Mara  says, then screws up  her face, "What's an
enema?"

"Like when I fill  up your bottom  with the hot  water bottle." Sherry
explains.  "Now hurry up and get ready for bed." she orders and leaves
the room.

We quickly finish  our teeth and  dry off.   I wrap a  towel around my
waist, and lift Mara, who has hers over her shoulders, to my hip.

As I leave the bathroom, Mara directs me to  her room for her book. On
the way through his room I  check on Mike, he is  fast asleep, the bed
clothes twisted around his  body, which occupies  an inordinate amount
of space as  he lies, face  down, in the  dead center of  the bed, his
arms and legs thrown wide.  I set Mara down and straighten his bed, he
doesn't even stir as  I lift his shoulders  and slide him  up onto his
pillow then pull the sheet and thin blanket up to his shoulders.

"You shouldn't have bothered," Mara informs me, "watch."

As we stand there, Mike slowly works his way down to the middle of the
bed and two minutes later it is as though I'd never done anything.  So
with a shrug of defeat, I pick Mara up and we go get her book from her
room.

On the way back past the bathroom, I  hear the water running and stick
my head in, "I'm going to bed too." I tell her, "Are you going to come
and tuck us in?"

Dimly through the steam I see Sherry's  head, "Yeah, O.K. I'll see you
guys in a minute."

I close the door and finish  the trip to my  room, snagging my shorts,
shirt and Mara's dress  from the floor on  the way.   Kicking the door
shut behind me, I throw Mara onto the bed, and drop the clothes on the
chair.  Mara lays her towel over the  pillows to protect them from our
wet hair, then jumps  from the bed to  get my T-shirt  from the chair.
She lifts it to her nose and  inhales deeply, "Mmmmm, you smell nice."
she says, rubbing the shirt all  over her face.  She  then pulls it on
over her head as I find  a clean pair of jocks and  put them on before
slipping into bed.

Mara picks up her  book and follows me.   Snuggling up to  my side she
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her head on my  chest and her leg  cocked over my belly  with her bare
pussy pressed into my hip.

About five minutes after I begin  reading, Sherry comes into the room,
wearing a  gossamer wisp  of nothing  intended to  be a  nightgown and
holding two cups of tea. She  sets these down on  the table beside the
bed before getting into bed and  handing my drink of them  to me.  For
the next ten  minutes or  so, as we  sip our  drinks, all  three of us
cuddle up together,  just enjoying  each other's company  while Sherry
and I take turns reading the book to Mara until she falls asleep.

Sherry leans over  her sleeping  daughter to  kiss me  goodnight, then
stoops to press her lips to Mara's forehead before slipping out of the
bed.  At  the door she  turns and  asks me if  I would  like the light
turned out.  I  nod and the only  light is that from  Sherry's room, a
minute later that too, is gone.

I wriggle down in the bed  until my head rests on  the pillow and roll
over onto my side, rearranging Mara  so that my chin  rests on the top
of her head and my semi-rigid cock lies along the crease in her little
bottom.  She gives a contented little sigh and a wriggle, pushing back
into me as I kiss the top of her head.






































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Chapter 19              - Shopping for Mara.



I wake  up about  six thirty  the  next morning,  still cuddled  up to
Mara's back, but now my  cock is fully erect,  the bloated tip peeking
out above the waistband of my jocks.   Reaching down between us I lift
my balls over  the waistband  and push my  cock between  her thighs so
that the tip pokes out in front of  her, the shaft resting against her
tightly closed pussy lips.

Almost of  their own  accord, my  hips begin  rocking back  and forth,
applying mild stimulation to her  plump little pussy.   I slip my hand
under her shirt and gently caress the smooth skin of her belly, moving
it in  slow  circles  that gradually  widen  to  brush  over  her tiny
nipples.

As I feel the  first droplets of moisture  along the top  of my shaft,
Mara moans in her sleep and  her hips move with mine.   A minute later
she wakes, "Mmmm," she says sleepily,  wriggling her bottom against my
groin, "that's nice."

"Good morning Princess." I say, kissing the top of her head.

"'mornin'  Daddy."   she  mumbles,   still  only   half   awake,  then
apologetically, "I mean Geoff." as she realises who she's with.

"It's O.K. I like it when  you call me 'Daddy' even  if it's only make
believe."

"I like it too," she replies, wriggling her bum again, "Daddy."

"My little princess." I murmur into her hair.

Her warm little hand slips down to pull up against the underside of my
glans, forcing my shaft between her soft little pussy lips and against
her hardening clitoris. "Pretend  fuck me Daddy?"  she pleads, rocking
her hips against mine.

The gentle rubbing  of her clit  on my shaft,  stimulates an increased
flow of lubricants from her little vagina and  as they coat my rod, my
cock begins to slide between her  thighs, smearing the slippery juices
further afield until I am able to make full length strokes against the
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"Oh Daddy, that feels so nice." she murmurs. "Make it feel good for me
please Daddy?"

"Oh yes Princess,"  I murmur back,  "Daddy's going to  fuck his little
girl and make her  feel so good.   He's going to make  her bald little
pussy feel all tingly inside."

"Yes Daddy, make my bald  little cunny explode.   Play with my titties
please Daddy?"

"O.K. Honey, Daddy's going  to tickle his baby's  pink little titties,
so they're all  stiff and  hard, then he's  going to  squeeze them and
pinch them  to make  her tiny  little cunny  feel even  better.   As I
speak, I suit  my actions  to my  words, running  my fingers  from one
crinkled little nubbin  to the other,  gently pinching  and pulling at
the tiny little erections on her chest.

"Oh yes  Daddy,"  her voice  begins  to rise,  "it's  going  to happen
Daddy."

"Sh, Honey,"  I caution  her, "not  so  loud, we  don't want  Mummy to
hear."

She heeds my warning and stuffs a corner of the pillow into her mouth,
muffling her cries.  I can no longer understand what she is saying but
there is  no need.   As  her  climax washes  over  her I  know  she is
repeating "Oh Daddy!" over and over again.

"That's it Princess," I  encourage her, cuddling  her shuddering body,
"cum for Daddy.   Cum all over Daddy's  big stiff cock.   Make Daddy's
big fat cock squirt it's creamy sperm for his little girl."

As her tiny frame ceases to shake, I feel that familiar churning in my
balls.  "Oh yes Princess, Daddy's  going to cum soon.   Do you want to
drink my creamy sperm honey?"

"Squirt it in my bald little  cunny Daddy, I want to  feel it all warm
and squelchy inside my tiny pussy hole."

"Oh yesss honey!" I  cry softly, pulling away  as I roll  her onto her
back and rise to loom over her.  She spreads her legs wide, and arches
her back thrusting  her plump,  glistening mound upwards.   I  take my
swollen shaft in my fist and fit the tip against the tiny hole between
her puffy lips.

"Yes Daddy!" She breaths, "Do it,  squirt your creamy hot sperm inside
my little pussy."

My fist is a blur on my cock as I  groan, "Oh Princess, here it comes!
Daddy's squirting  the creamy  white stuff  that  makes babies  in his
little girl's hot little pussy.  Oh yesssss!   Daddy's going to make a
baby in his baby girl's little tummy."

Like molten  metal, my  boiling semen  burns  it's way  from  my balls
through my rock hard  shaft, searing the ultra-sensitive  nerves of my
angry cock.   Shooting  in great  pulsing  jets to  fill  her immature
little vagina.  As the last of my cum  dribbles into her tiny hole, my



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arm buckles and  I'm barely  able to  push myself  to one  side before
collapsing to the bed.

Beside me Mara's straining body falls to the sheets and her hand slips
between her thighs to play with the  tiny white trickle that runs from
her vagina, the only  evidence of the huge  load I shot  into her baby
pussy.

"Oh God," Sherry's excited voice comes from the door, "I can't wait to
see that happen for real."

Startled I roll over and look at her, as Mara asks, "How long have you
been there Mummy?  Will I really have a baby?"

"Since you woke  up and called  him Daddy." Sherry  replies, "You were
having such a good time, I didn't want to  disturb you.  And no you're
not going to have a baby, you're too little.  But it sure made me even
hornier thinking about it.  I  hope you've got some  cum left in those
balls for me."

"Are you kidding," I mock groan, "I don't  think I've got any left for
next week."

A moment  later  it  becomes  academic,  as  Mike's  voice  rings out,
"Mummy!"

"Damn!, He's awake." Sherry mutters.   "You two get  decent while I go
and get him up." She tells us as she leaves.

"You better  get  some  knickers  or  you're  going  to  leave puddles
everywhere you sit." I  tell Mara, "I'll  meet you in  the kitchen and
we'll start breakfast."

"O.K." she  giggles  slipping  from the  bed  and  trotting  after her
mother.  I  slip on a  pair of fatigues,  and go to  empty my bladder.
Just as I'm closing the door Mara pushes into the toilet with me.

"Hey!  What if Mike sees us in here together?" I object.

"He won't Mummy's taking a shower with  him." she says, a moment later
the sound of the water confirms her statement.

"O.K. then, Who's first?"

"Me." She  replies, stripping  naked and  sitting at  the back  of the
seat. "Hold my pussy lips." She orders me.

I kneel before  her and  pry her labia  apart with  my thumbs, looking
into her pussy  as she  cuts loose with  a strong,  dark golden stream
that whips up a good froth as it roils the water.  She finishes with a
few short spurts.  When she  is done, I  lift her  and drag  my tongue
along her crack, collecting a small globule of cum that has started to
seep from her tight  pussy, then tasting the  strong, acrid flavour of
her morning pee.

Once I am sure her cunny is clean I set her down and flick the seat up
as I stand before  the bowl.  Mara  opens my fly and  takes my cock in
her hand aiming it  at the bowl,  squealing with delight  as she feels


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the powerful stream moving through my shaft.  With a giggle she starts
waggling my cock from side to side, then as my piss goes on and on she
falls silent,  her  eyes  widening  in  surprise.    Finally  the flow
subsides and she starts to move her head towards the end of my cock.

"Uh, Mara," I  warn, "morning  piss is pretty  strong, you  might just
want to shake it instead."

She ignores my warning and I feel her lips close around the base of my
soft cock.  Her  cheeks hollow and she  sucks hard as  she pulls back,
stripping the bitter fluid from my member.  The thought of what she is
doing, gives me an  instant hardon, the blood  following her lips down
my rod, so that  when her lips pull  free of my knob,  the rigid shaft
slaps up against my belly.

Mara looks up at me with  a grimace, "You're right,  it is strong, but
it makes me feel so naughty, I don't care." She slaps my cock, none to
gently, "And this makes it worth it too."

"Yeah!  And what are you going to do with it, we're making breakfast."
I say, as I wrestle it into my fatigues and button up.

She pouts as I help her into her knickers  and slip her shirt back on.
I then open  the door  and chase her  into the  kitchen.   We wash our
hands at the sink  and I get the  porridge going on the  stove as Mara
sets the table.

Just as  the  porridge  is ready,  Sherry  and  Mike  emerge  from the
bathroom.  Sherry has only a  towel wrapped around herself, while Mike
is fully dressed  and runs  for the  table, demanding  that he  be fed
first.  Eschewing dignity, Sherry takes her  place at the table as she
is, pouring the  juice, as I  dish out the  porridge.  I  then take my
place at the  table, adding  sugar and butter  to my  breakfast before
tucking in.

As we finish, Sherry speaks up, "Mara, you can shower with Geoff, it's
getting on and I want to be out of here by seven thirty."

"But Mummy," she objects for Mike's benefit, "he'll see my privates."

"So," her mother counters, "he's  seen them at the  shower down on the
beach, hasn't he?"

"Oh yeah."

"Mummy," Mike interrupts, "where are we going?"

"Shopping," Sherry replies, "we're  getting some clothes  and food and
things?" she says trying to make it sound as unappetising as possible.

It works, "Do I have to go, can't I stay here with Brendan."

"His mum might  not want you,  after all, she's  had you  for two days
already."

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"Well you better go  see." Sherry tells  him, then, "What  are you two
still doing here?  Git!"

We 'git', hurrying  into the bathroom,  where, giggling,  we help each
other undress, the sticky  gusset of her undies  adhering to her pussy
for a moment as  I remove them.   After a couple of  minutes under the
warm spray, Mara says, "I need to pee again.  Can I do it on your face
again?"

"Sure." I say, "But  I've got an idea  do you want to  pretend to be a
drinking tap?"

"How do I do that?" she asks.

"Lie down on your back and  push your bum right up in  the air, so you
can squirt it straight up."

"That's naughty." She giggles, even as she gets into position.

Just then Sherry sticks her head through the door, "Hurry up you two."

"Come here  Mummy." Mara  calls, then  as  her mother  pulls  back the
curtain, "Look I'm drinking tap."

"Hold it!" Sherry  orders, as  she pulls the  towel from  her body and
enters the shower. "Mummy's thirsty too."

She sits on her heels, with her  knees either side of Mara's shoulder.
"O.K. go."

Mara sends  a fountain  of pale  urine about  a foot  into the  air to
splash back  onto her  clitoris and  run in  little rivulets  over her
belly and tiny crinkled titties.  A small  pool forms in the hollow of
her throat, then  overflows to  trickle either  side of  her neck.   I
quickly move my face into  the stream, taking a  couple of quick gulps
of the slightly bitter fluid, before Sherry nudges me aside and avidly
swallows her daughter's pee.   As the stream begins  to slacken I push
back in, following the weakening fountain  until my lips press against
her chubby  labia and  I take  the last  of her  pee directly  into my
mouth, holding it there so I can pass it to Sherry in a kiss.

Then as I pull back,  Sherry looks down at  her daughters face, framed
between her thighs,  "Mummy needs  to piss now,  can I  do it  in your
face?"

Mara's eyes light up at the thought, "Yes Mummy." She says and orders,
"Lick my pussy at the same time Geoff."

I lower my  face to Mara's  pretty hairless pussy,  dragging my tongue
from her arsehole to her clit.  I look over the prominent bulge of her
mons to where  Sherry has  risen, standing  with her  lightly stubbled
pussy directly  above  her daughter's  face.   She  holds  back  a few
seconds as my lips  and tongue work  their magic on  Mara's hot little
pussy, then a  hot pulse of  liquid hits my  cheek, some  of the salty
fluid covering Mara's pussy for me to taste.

Sherry waggles her hips  back and forth, spraying  the warm stream all
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bouncing from the delicate skin of  Mara's eyelids, and splashing into
her wide open mouth.  As the  steaming flow slows, Sherry steadies her
aim, sending  the remainder  of her  almost  colourless piss  into her
daughter's thirstily gulping mouth.

Mara surprises me  as suddenly  her thighs clamp  tightly on  my ears,
forcing her  plump  mound even  harder  against my  mouth,  gurgles of
delight bubbling  from her  lips as  she cums  hard.   Her contracting
vagina squeezing a small gob of my cum into my mouth.

Then as her climax subsides she pulls her  legs away from me and rolls
onto her hands  and knees,  snorting hard through  her nose.   Finally
raises her head  and looks up  at our concerned  faces ruefully, "That
was fun, but then I blew pee out my nose.  Yuck!"

"Well it looks like we're going to be  late."  Sherry says, fisting my
tumescent member.  "Do you want  a nice drink to  take the nasty taste
out of your mouth?" she asks her daughter.

"Can I suck him, and get him to squirt it in my pussy?" Mara asks. "It
feels so nice and naughty when it squishes in my knickers."

"You can do  anything you  want Honey." Sherry  says to  her daughter,
"But let's make up some time, you can suck him while he shaves."

"O.K." Mara chirps dragging me from under the shower to the sink, then
pulling my face down so she can smear the foam over my jowls.  As I go
to work on my  face with the razor,  Mara squeezes between  me and the
vanity, only having to dip her head a few  inches to take my cock into
her warm little mouth.   Swirling her tongue agilely  about the tip as
her tiny fingers slide the skin of my shaft back and forth.

Because of the activity in the shower it only takes a minute or so for
my cum to boil from my balls and before I can tell her to stop, I send
a pearly jet of semen onto her eager tongue.  Quickly I reach down and
clamp my urethra shut with my fingers  and Sherry hurries to lift Mara
to sit on the edge of  the vanity, supporting her as I  fit the end of
my aching prick up against the tiny opening  between her legs.  When I
release my fingers the remainder of my  cum, flows in a steady stream,
filling her baby vagina to overflowing.

Mara hops down and pulls her knickers on, settling them with a snap on
her still damp skin and giggling at the sensation of my gooey cream in
her crotch.  She bends  over to survey the  growing dark patch between
her legs and  uses a finger  to scoop up  a small dribble  of my sperm
from one thigh.   She then brings that  finger up before  her face and
extends her tongue to delicately lick her finger clean.

While she  and Sherry  towel each  other  dry, I  finish  scraping the
stubble from my face, ruefully commenting,  "It's a good thing this is
a safety razor, if it had been a cut throat, I think I would have."

Sherry surveys the half a dozen nicks on my face and giggles. Then the
cruel woman  hands Mara  the aftershave,  "Here put  this on  for him,
it'll stop the bleeding."

Mara too, displays  a cruel streak,  pouring an  excessive quantity of
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her hands together and  slaps them onto my  cheeks, laughing outright,
at my pained expression.

After I've dried off and put my pants on, Mara follows me into my room
to get her dress while I find a shirt and put on some shoes.  When I'm
ready I look  up to  see Mara  sitting on  the edge  of the  bed, idly
swinging her  legs  and holding  her  sandals. "Put  these  on  for me
Please?" She asks.

I take the sandals and kneel in front of her.   She lifts her foot for
me, much higher than necessary and the hem of her dress falls into her
lap, exposing the soaking wet crotch of her  knickers to me.  I extend
a finger and she presses  her fingers into her  stomach as she follows
it with her  eyes as  I slowly move  it into  contact with  the sticky
cotton between  her legs.   Deliberately  I drag  my finger  along the
length of  her slit,  forcing the  fabric  of her  undies  between her
labia, outlining  her  pussy  so  effectively  that  her  knickers are
basically superfluous.

Quickly I slip her sandals on and lift  her to her feet, collecting my
wallet on  the way  out of  the door.    We find  Sherry in  her room,
putting the finishing touches to her hair.   Mara lifts her hem to her
waist, saying, "Look Mummy. Isn't this naughty?"

Sherry looks at  her daughter's  prominently defined  cunny, lustfully
licking her lips and replies, "Very  naughty.  I think  it needs to be
spanked at least ten  times."  Hurriedly adding,  "After we get back."
as Mara starts to strip her dress off.   Here do your hair." She holds
out the hairbrush to me.  With a few  swift strokes I ouch Mara's hair
then kneel while she does mine.

"O.K. let's go." Sherry  sweeps up her  handbag and leads  us from the
room and out the door to  the car.  Mara of course  insists that I get
in the back with  her.  From a  pocket in the back  of the front seat,
Mara produces  a pocket  battleship game  and  settles in  the corner,
twisted sideways in her seatbelt  with one leg pulled  up on the seat.
We set up our  fleets and thinking  that I should  handicap myself for
such a young opponent, I give her a four torpedo head start.

When it is my turn, two  red pegs already decorate my  board, one in a
cruiser and the  other in my  carrier.  I  miss and a  second later my
carrier takes another hit, 'Shit'.   As the game  goes on, Mara's hand
slips under her dress, and I watch her trace her fingertip up and down
the length  of  her slit,  pushing  the fabric  of  her  knickers back
between her labia.  From that  point on, my game  goes out the window,
and I go from being only one hit behind her, to hearing her triumphant
"B5", as  my last  sub goes  to  the bottom  while half  of  her fleet
remains afloat.

I refuse her the  advantage in our  second game, and  direct my entire
focus on the board in front  of me, refusing to be  distracted.  For a
while this  works and  I'm a  full four  hits ahead,  when out  of the
corner of my  eye, I notice  that the patch  of pale  blue between her
thighs is a lot smaller.  I look and I'm  lost, Mara has the gusset of
her knickers  pulled to  one side  and  her finger  is  tracing little
figure eights around  her vaginal opening  and the sweet  pearl of her
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'Shit' on my board the  date becomes December 7,  1941, while I manage
only three more hits on her fleet before her  cry of "H6" takes out my
carrier.  "I beat you, I beat you again!" Mara crows.

From the  front  Sherry says,  "What's  wrong Geoff?    From  what I'm
hearing, you do well to start with, then totally screw up."

"She's cheating." I complain petulantly.

"How?" Sherry asks, "She can't possibly  see your board from where she
is."

"She's playing with her pussy at me."

"Oh!" Sherry says, "There's a  valuable lesson for you  Honey.  If you
make a man think with his little head, his big head stops working."

"I know." Mara replies proudly, "That's why I'm doing it."

"She'll either go far, or she'll hang." I comment to Sherry."

"I know." Her reply echos her daughter's, "She's my kid."

"I'm surrounded." I moan and both of them laugh cruelly.

"O.K. you asked for it." I  tell Mara, "I can't get  your mother but I
can get you."  I set my fingers walking across the seat between us and
she eyes them suspiciously, but does nothing  as I move them closer to
her gooey pussy, stopping a few inches away.

As I continue to hold my  fingers still, Mara eventually wriggles down
in her seat, the lap strap  of her seat belt  pulling her dress higher
on her body.  This is what I've been waiting  for, as the bare skin of
her belly  becomes  visible above  the  waistband of  her  knickers, I
strike.   My fingers  flash upwards,  digging  into the  smooth pliant
flesh of her abdomen.  Her leg on the seat kicks straight, sending her
half of  the battleship  game flying,  as she  goes into  paroxysms of
giggling.   I keep  up my  tickle  torture until  she begs  for mercy,
declaring that she'll do anything if I stop.

When I cease tormenting her, it is  my turn to gloat, "There's another
lesson for you.   If a girl thinks  a man is thinking  with his little
head, she  stops  thinking  all  together.    Now  straighten  up your
seatbelt, in case we have an accident."

As she wriggles herself  straight, her dress remains  rucked up to her
belly button  and she  does nothing  about  it.   Her pussy  only half
concealed as the  leg band  of her  knickers is  caught in  her crack.
When I slip  my hand  onto her  thigh and  begin caressing  the fabric
covered half of her mound, she pushes my  hand away, in a snit because
I had bested her.

"Uh-uh," I say, "you said you'd do anything if I stopped."

She sticks  her tongue  out  at me,  then  giggles as  she  undoes her
seatbelt and moves into the center of the seat and straps herself back
in.  She then pulls her knickers right off and jams the wadded ball of
damp cotton between her legs.  As I slide my hand over the smooth skin


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of her thigh, she drops the skirt of her  dress over my hand and pulls
a big storybook down  from the rear ledge  of the car and  opens it in
her lap.

Now, as my fingers wander over her  highly aroused vulva, it looks, to
all but the  most intense scrutiny,  as if I  am simply  reading her a
story.

For the next  twenty minutes or  so, I mercilessly  tease Mara's tight
little box,  gently dragging  my fingertips  along  the length  of her
slippery little  crack,  rolling  her  hard  little  clit  between  my
fingertips and  occasionally plucking  at it.    At the  bottom  of my
stroke, I introduce  only the  very tip of  my little  finger into the
tiny, hot opening of her oozing vagina.   She pushes her hips forwards
trying to force my finger deeper inside  her tight little sheath and I
take my fingers from her mound until I feel her relax.

Twice more,  I tease  the  entrance to  her  vagina and  twice  more I
withdraw my  fingers  from  all contact  with  her  vulva,  before she
realises that I will permit no  motion on her part.   As I continue to
tease her I smile as occasional tremors run through her body while she
forces herself  to remain  still.   Then  as the  tremors  increase in
frequency, signalling that her climax is imminent, I switch to tracing
the outline of her mound,  my fingertip barely brushing  her skin as I
trail along  the creases  at the  tops  of her  thighs and  across the
bottom over  belly.    From her  lips  there  issues  the  faintest of
whispers, as though she is afraid I will stop, if I hear her.  "Please
.. Oh please do it .. I need it .. make it  happen."

As her tremors subside  and her breathing becomes  more even, I return
to her sweltering slit, swollen shut by the puffiness of her labia and
as I reintroduce  my fingertip  to her crack,  a gush  of liquid wells
from her tiny opening,  to be sopped up  by the wadded  ball of fabric
between her  thighs.   Between my  fingertips,  her clitoris  feels as
though it is ready  to split and  I can easily  discern the triphammer
beating of  her  heart as  the  blood courses  through  the adamantine
little pebble.  Once again her body trembles with the effort to remain
motionless when her  desire is  to impale herself  on the  finger that
teases the tight little opening of her overflowing cunt.

On and on I tease her, showing her  the gates of paradise and refusing
her entry.  Her head lolling loosely on  my shoulder as, from her lips
there comes a continuous stream of incoherently whispered pleas.

Finally from  the front  seat, Sherry  observes, "We're  nearly there.
You'd better put her out of her misery."

I take a quick look around and see that the bush has given way to open
paddocks and the traffic  is beginning to pick  up, though fortunately
there is none very  near us.  Mentally  I brace myself  for the scream
and hope that Sherry is ready for it, but it  never comes.  As I drive
two fingers into her  cunt and press down  with my thumb  on her clit,
her mouth opens in a silent  shriek, the book sliding  to the floor as
she strains upwards against  the seatbelt.   Now I can  see my fingers
buried to  the  hilt between  her  brick red  pussy  lips,  an obscene
mixture of pussy juice and semen coating  the inside of her thighs and
my hand.  I pinch  my fingers  and thumb  together, mashing  her angry
purple clitoris under my thumb as I force my fingers in and out of her


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spasming sheath, the muscles of her  cunt squeezing me so tightly that
it is almost impossible for me to drag my fingertips over her G-spot.

Then as her sightlessly staring eyes begin  to glaze over, I remove my
thumb from her clit and gently massage the smooth slippery skin of her
labia as I withdraw  one of my fingers  from her vagina.   She draws a
long shuddering breath,  her climax tapering  off as I  slowly pump my
remaining finger within her, feeling her spasms slowly abating.

Finally she blinks her eyes and holds her dress  out of the way as she
hunches forwards to inspect her ravaged  pussy.  "Oh boy," she groans,
"that was a good one." Adding, "Thank you."  as she lifts her head for
a kiss.

"Ahem," Sherry's voice interrupts from the  front, don't you think you
should make Mara decent, before, we get into town."

Reluctantly Mara releases  me, and  removes her knickers  from between
her legs.  She shakes them out and holds  them up, showing that only a
couple of dry  patches remain.   Silently Sherry hands  a container of
Wet-Ones to me and I use  them to clean up the  mess on her daughter's
thighs and  pussy.   Mara  then  insists on  putting  her  soaking wet
knickers back on.

After flipping her  dress down  to cover her  thighs, only  the slight
flush on her face  and the miasma  that permeates the  interior of the
car, remains to indicate  what has just happened.   Five minutes later
we pull up at the first set of traffic lights.

As we pull  into the shopping  complex, Sherry decides  that the first
thing on the agenda, is to  get Mara cleaned up  properly, so that she
can try on some new clothes.  We find the loos on the garage level and
after checking that  nobody is inside,  Sherry asks me  to stand guard
while she gets Mara clean and  into a fresh pair  of knickers that she
had brought along.

A few minutes later a grandmotherly  type woman approaches, and I ask,
"Would you  mind  waiting?" explaining,  "There's  a  very embarrassed
little girl in there with her mother."

She barks a good natured laugh, asking, "Too much lemonade?"

"Too much something." I  reply with a smile  and we fall  into an easy
conversation, comparing my  'niece' and her  own grand  daughter.  She
helps me intercept another  two customers before a  red faced Mara and
her equally flushed Mother emerge.

The grandmotherly lady and the other two smile kindly at their obvious
embarrassment, whereas my smile is for the true cause of their burning
features.

As we walk to the escalators, Sherry asks, "How did you manage to stop
them?  All I expected was for you to knock if somebody came."

"Easy, I just let the first  lady, the older one,  think that Mara had
wet her knickers and  then she helped me  stop the other  two." I tell
Sherry, Adding to Mara, "Oh, by the way,  you're my niece if we happen
to meet her again." I tell Mara.


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"You told  her that  I  wet my  pants?"  she cries  shrilly,  adding a
scornful, Only babies do that."

"No," I reply, "I just let  her think that.  What  were you doing that
left you so red faced anyway?" Looking at Sherry I ask, "If I checked,
would your knickers be just as wet as Mara's were?"

They both flush  again as Sherry  replies, "I'm not  wearing any, they
were already that wet when I got out of the car."

Laughing, we ride the escalator up  into the complex.   Then as we get
onto the escalator to  the third level, where  the children's clothing
is, I look over my shoulder and notice  a boy about fourteen years old
hurrying to get on behind us.

I quietly say to Sherry, "You know there's a kid behind us and I think
he might be following you."

She smiles at me and 'accidentally' drops  her bag, taking her time as
she bends over to retrieve it, finally rising with a quiet giggle.  As
we step off the  escalator, Sherry pulls me  and Mara to  the side and
looks around as if to get  her bearings.  A few  seconds later the boy
gets off with his  hands folded in front  of him and a  hunted look on
his face as he  scans the direction  signs before hurrying  off in the
direction of the toilets.

Sherry chuckles and I scold her, also laughing, "That was cruel."

"What happened Mummy?" Mara asks puzzled, "Why are you laughing?"

"Did you see that boy who just ran off?" I ask.

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, I think he's been following  us, looking up your mother's skirt
and when she bent over, his gun went off in his pants."

"Oh" she says and starts giggling.

Suddenly I notice something, "Ah Sherry,"  I say, indicating the glass
panels that edge the balcony. "you might want to step back."

Sherry glances over the edge  at the small crowd  of teenage boys that
has begun to form below and blows a kiss at them as she moves off with
a giggle.  "That  was fun." she says,  adding, "I think  I'll get some
new shoes when we've done with Mara."

A couple of minutes later we enter  'Kidz Biz' and Sherry moves around
the store making selections.  Some of what she selects is very demure,
innocent little girl clothing, while the  rest seems to consist mainly
of limited quantities of very stretchy material.

Having made her  selections, she takes  her daughter  into the fitting
rooms and a couple of minutes later they emerge: Mara is now wearing a
black micro-mini made of some  sort of knit fabric  that is so tightly
stretched, that I can see a vaguely  defined triangle in front and the
outline of her barely concealed bottom, as  she turns around.  Her top


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is a matching crop top  that leaves her midriff  bare, from just above
her pubis to a point just over two inches below her nipples.

The next  outfit is  one of  the 'innocent'  ones, a  frilly, virginal
white number, that covers her from her neck  to a point just below her
knees and  puffy lace  edged sleeves  that  come to  a point  half way
between elbow  and  shoulder.    The  contrast  between  this  and the
previous outfit, along  with the knowledge  of the  actual effect that
Sherry is trying to achieve, leaves me  with a painful tightness in my
pants.

"I think  I better  get  out of  here,"  I say,  "before  people start
getting the right idea."

Sherry giggles, saying,  "You might  be, right, come  back in  half an
hour or  so.   If we're  not  here, we'll  be next  door  getting some
shoes."

With a quick glance around to see that nobody can see, I rearrange the
contents of my trousers and leave  the shop, trying to  look bored.  I
glance at the  neighbouring shops, noticing  that one  is a children's
shoe store and wander off, looking in the shop windows.

A few minutes  later I find  a bookshop and  loose all  track of time,
coming back to earth some forty  minutes later.  I  quickly pay for my
selections and  run back  to 'Kidz  Biz',  arriving needlessly  out of
breath, just as they emerge laden down with half a dozen bags.

Together we  enter the  shoe  store and  buy  a pair  of  black patent
leather shoes and a glittering silver pair with inch and a half heels.
We then go looking for a full service shoe  store for Sherry.  When we
find one, Mara and I stay outside while  she goes in, wandering off to
window shop our way around the level.  When we return, Sherry is still
inside, so we take seats outside to wait.

A few minutes later Sherry emerges,  very flushed and grinning hugely,
declaring, "Well, that was more funny than fun, but I did get a twenty
dollar discount." as we move away.   We go down to the  car to get rid
of our burdens and Sherry  tells us about the  cute, nineteen year old
assistant that was  so attentive  in serving  her.   "He nearly  had a
heart attack when he got down to measure my foot."

I nobly refrain  from making  the obvious joke,  but Mara  has no such
compunction.  "Don't you mean 'hard attack' Mummy?" she giggles. (Well
at least from her it is funny.)

When we finish laughing, Sherry continues,  "Well, he took nearly five
minutes to measure  my foot and  then he made  sure that  every shoe I
tried on fitted properly.  Well, I eventually choose a shoe and on the
way to the counter I give his cock a squeeze.  The bloody thing was as
limp as a wet noodle.  'Sorry,' he says, 'I'm gay, but you were having
so much fun I didn't want to disappoint you.'  then he goes on to say,
'But you can tell that cute boy you left outside, I'm interested if he
is.'  He laughed  when I told him  your 'times tables'  story and says
that exactly how he feels about women."

I laugh and Mara  asks, confused, "What's  gay mean Mummy?   Didn't he
like you?"


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"I guess he liked me well enough, as  a person, Honey, but 'gay' means
that he only  likes to  have sex with  boys not  girls.   So the whole
thing ended up being a joke instead of sexy and naughty."

"Oh that is funny." Mara giggles.

"Enough," Sherry says blushing, "let's go get the groceries."

When we return to the car  with the groceries and  ice for the eskies,
Sherry hands me fifty dollars, saying, "I don't want to take Mara over
to my toy  shop, so will  you take  her to the  one here  and get some
Legos or  something  for Mike,  so  he doesn't  complain  about Mara's
clothes."

"Sure," I say handing  the fifty back  and adding one  from my wallet.
She looks at it strangely and I explain, "I want you to get a few toys
for Katy  and Lena.   A  double ender,  a bit  smaller than  yours and
anything else you think they might enjoy. I'll cover the toys."

"Right." Sherry says, "O.K. I'll meet you in about an hour and a half,
at Macker's in the plaza for lunch."

"Come on." Mara orders  me, dragging me back  towards the escalator as
her mother  drives  off.   She  knows exactly  where  Toyworld  is and
quickly leads me to the entrance.  Inside  she makes a beeline for the
dolls, declaring, "I've got to have another cabbage patch kid."

"Why?" I ask her.   I'd seen the  collection she had at  home and from
their basically pristine condition, half of them still in their boxes,
it looked like she hardly ever played with them.

"Pammy just  got  another  one."  Mara  states,  as  if  it  explained
everything.

"So, if Pammy got a broken arm, you'd want one too?" I ask.

"That's silly?" she giggles.

"And wanting something that you'll probably never play with isn't?"

"Um..."

"Right.  So the  only reason you want  this doll is  because Pammy has
more than you?  So you just 'Have to keep up with the Joneses.' Pretty
silly huh?"

"Actually, Pammy's got the same number."  Mara admits. "What's keep up
with the Joneses mean?"

"It's something very silly  that grownups do.   It means  buying a new
car just  because the  people next  door  do, or  getting a  new, very
expensive record  player, when  the one  you've  got is  perfectly all
right.  Now I  noticed that Brendan's dad  has a brand  new four wheel
drive, how come your daddy's still got the Landrover."

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"So do you  want to  be like your  daddy or  a silly  little girl like
Pammy?"

"Like Daddy."  she declares,  adding, as  she  sweeps her  arms  in an
expansive gesture, "He's the best Daddy in the whole world."

"So do you understand what I'm saying?"

She thinks  hard  for a  minute  then  says "Yes,  it's  silly  to get
something, just because somebody else has  one, or because you want to
have something  better."   She  ponders  for a  bit  longer  and adds,
"besides if you spent  all your money  on that, you  wouldn't have any
for things you really want."

"Very good." I say, "So what sort of toys do you really like?"

"Legos." she states firmly. "And I like books too."

"Well," I say, "We're already getting Lego for Mike and you share them
with him don't you?"

"Yes, sometimes." she says slowly.

"Sometimes what?"

"Sometimes I let him play with them too." she admits sheepishly.

"That's not very nice." I tell her. "O.K. let's go look at the Lego."

'Well she  obviously knows  this store  inside out.'  I think,  as she
leads me directly to the Lego display.  Once there, she starts looking
at all  of the  theme packs,  the  ones which  assemble  into specific
things. Now I'd played with Lego when I was  a kid and Mum would never
get us those, she'd  only ever get us  the basic sets and  in the long
term I'd learned the wisdom of her choice.

"Mara, how many  of those  sets do  you have?"  I ask,  indicating the
theme packs.

"Lots and lots." She tells me.

"So why  not  get one  of  these?"  I ask  indicating  the  basic sets
displayed on the upper shelves. "You get lots more pieces.

"But they're boring," she complains, "everyb..  Uh. I'm not everybody,
am I?"

"That's right.  Now you've already got  plenty of the funny pieces, so
if you  just get  ordinary  pieces from  now  on you  can  still build
spaceships and  things, but  with one  of these  you can  build bigger
ones." I  lift her  to my  shoulders.  "Now why  don't you  see what's
here?"

I've already made my  selection but I wait  to see what  Mara will do.
She scans the shelves for a couple  of minutes and finally says, "I've
found a good one but it's too much?"

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"Ten dollars,  but it's  a really  good one.   See?"  she points  at a
partially crushed set shoved to the back of the top shelf.

'Yes!' I  shout mentally.   She's  picked my  choice, it's  the second
biggest of  the basic  sets marked  down from  eighty five  dollars to
sixty, because it is damaged.  "Good girl," I  say, "get it down so we
can see if it's all right."

"But it's too much." she objects.

"We'll see.  Just get it, O.K."

She takes the box and I  lift her back down to the  floor.  Taking the
box from her,  I open the  lid to see  what's under  the plastic cover
inside.  The damage  appears to be confined  to one corner  of the box
and inside, the  set appears  to be  complete apart  from a  couple of
crushed bricks in the damaged corner.

Tucking the box  under one  arm, I say  "O.K. let's  go, I'll  pay the
extra."

"You will!" she  shrieks and  leaps to wrap  her arms  around my neck,
with my free hand I manage to get a hold of her bottom and lift her to
my hip.  As soon as  my face is in reach she  starts to give me a sexy
kiss, quickly changing  it to  a very noisy  little girl  kiss, as she
remembers  her   surroundings.  "Thankyou,   oh   thankyou,  thankyou,
thankyou." she cries, punctuating her thanks with kisses.

Carrying the radiantly happy little girl, I walk to the counter to pay
the assistant.   "Well your  niece seems  to be  much happier  now." a
voice at my elbow says.

I turn to see the grandmotherly lady from the toilet, smiling benignly
at me and Mara.  "Oh hi.  Yeah, well  she learnt a valuable lesson, so
I'm making up the difference between what  her mother gave us to spend
and the cost of this." I lift up the Lego.

"What lesson is  that dear,"  I wince internally  at the  'dear' "that
damaged goods aren't necessarily worthless?"

"No," I say, "actually she worked out  just how futile keeping up with
the Joneses is."

"A much more valuable  lesson." she says sententiously,  then to Mara,
"So your nice uncle is helping to buy you some nice blocks."

I notice Mara's scowl begin to form and  give her a warning squeeze as
I interject, "Actually these  are mostly for her  brother, because her
mother just got her a lot of clothes.  I'm going to get her some books
for her real reward." Mara's eyes widen  at this, but she keeps silent
as I continue, "Then we're going to meet her mother."

"That's nice, is she your sister? And where is she anyway?"

'Oh God, how do get rid  of her?'  "Cousin  in-law actually." I reply,
"She's gone to see a friend in hospital."  Then as she opens her mouth
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"Oh yes, yes,  yes, I  understand." She  looks a  little miffed  at my
interruption and quickly  says, "Goodbye."  She then turns  and stalks
away.

"Nicely done," the  girl behind  the counter comments,  "Usually she's
good for at least another fifteen minutes."

"Oh, you know her then?" I ask as I pay for the Lego.

"More like  'about  her', her  grand-daughter  was killed  by  a drunk
driver a couple  of years  ago, but she  won't accept  it and  now she
hangs around here a  lot." the girl explains,  "She can be a  bit of a
bother, but she's basically harmless, so security won't move her along
unless a customer actually complains."

"Oh well, I do feel sorry  for her but we really do  have to be going.
Bye."

"Bye sir, have a nice day!"

I lower Mara to the ground and she slips her warm little paw into mine
as we go to find the bookshop.

"Now how much is a Cabbage  Patch Kid?" I ask Mara as  we stand in the
children's section, figuring  that she  would know  that price  off by
heart.

She doesn't disappoint me, "Thirty four, ninety five." she says.

"O.K., well you've already had ten  dollars so that leaves twenty five
dollars.  Let's see what we can find."

Mara starts  making selections  and I'm  pleased  to see  that  she is
getting things that have a bit of substance, at least for a seven year
old girl, Complete  set of 'Mallory  Towers' books by  Enid Blyton and
two of the three 'Naughtiest Girl in  the School.' by the same author.
"I've already got the first one."  she says.  She's  a dollar over the
limit, but I don't quibble and  after I pay, a  very happy little girl
skips along beside me as she leads me to McDonalds.

Along the way  I notice a  video store and  a sign in  the window says
they hire out cameras.  I stop, look down  at Mara and ask, "Would you
like to make a movie for your Daddy?" I ask her.

"Oooh yes!" she exclaims.

"Well come on" I say, "and we'll hire a video camera."

Ten minutes later, I'm fifty dollar out of pocket for a week's hire of
the camera and tripod and a hundred for the security deposit.

While we wait, I demonstrate to Mara how a  friend and I used to build
smash up derby cars out of Lego.  Basically long thin cars, (Wide ones
used to veer wildly  and would fall  apart if struck  on the corners.)
made out of only  the basic blocks, built  totally solid for strength.
We'd then take turns rolling them as  hard as possible against a piece
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was, of course, the winner.  Amazingly in the course of three years of
tournaments, we only broke about three blocks and two wheels and later
modifications to our  designs, using the  smaller blocks  at the front
and moving the wheels back, fixed this.

As I'm explaining this, Sherry comes up  behind us and slips her hands
over my eyes.  "Guess who?"

"Charlotte the harlot?  Rossie the prossie?, The epileptic whore?"

She moves  around to  sit  opposite us,  "You'll  pay for  that.   The
epileptic whore?"

"She's a  character from  the M*A*S*H  books." I  explain, "Apparently
she'd go into convulsions at the moment of conjugation.  One hell of a
ride but not for the faint hearted."

"Sounds like M*A*S*H," she observes, "but  I never knew there were any
books."

"They're by a bloke called Richard Hooker, but you'll probably have to
look in second hand book shops.  Now what are you eating? My treat."

"Looks like you've already  done enough treating." she  waves her hand
at the bag with the bookshop Logo. "And what's this?" she taps her toe
against the aluminium case containing the camera.

"Nonsense, I brought six hundred  bucks to spend and  so far I've only
spent three.  And that's a video camera, I  thought I might take a few
holiday movies home with me.  Now what are you having?"

Sherry's eyes light  up at the  thought of the  'Holiday movies' we'll
make. They give  me their  orders, a  Big Mac,  a quarter  pounder and
medium lemonades and I go to get them,  shadowed by Mara.  I'd noticed
Mara's scowl at the mention of lemonade,  so I ask in a conspiratorial
whisper, "What do you really want to drink?"

"Coke.  And can I have an apple pie?" she asks eagerly.

"Sure. Fries?"

She gives an enthusiastic  nod and I guide  her in front of  me to let
her make her own order.  When she gets to the counter she rattles off,
"Quarter pounder, large fries, apple pie and a large Coke."

I add the rest of the order over the top of her head, adding fries and
apple pies for both  Sherry and I as  well as the  quarter pounder and
large Coke for me.

When we return  to the  table Sherry frowns  at Mara's  laden tray but
only comments, "All that Coke is going to make you pee."

"I know." Mara chirps happily and tucks into her food.

Sherry shakes her head with a smile, "Now explain this." She waves her
hand at the books.  "Oh, and here's the  ten dollars for  the Lego, it
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I close her  fingers around the  note, "No, it  was part  of a package
deal." I say, "It was like this, as soon as you took off, Mara all but
dragged me up to Toyworld and  the first thing She  headed for was the
Cabbage Patch Kids."

"Pammy!" Sherry sighs.

"Yes Pammy.  Well once I got that story out  of her, I helped her work
out the stupidity of  keeping up with the  Joneses.  Then  at the Lego
she was telling me  why I should get  some theme sets,  she started to
say 'everybody else got them' but thought better  of the idea.  I told
her she could use the basic  sets to expand on  what they already have
and she chose  that one.   Though she  did point  out it  was over the
limit.

"So I figured  one Cabbage  Patch Kid worth  of Lego  and books  was a
small price to pay to reinforce the lesson."

"O.K. I'll leave  it." she  says, "I  must confess  that I  chipped in
fifteen bucks for Katy and Lena as well.   Now what's this?" she rocks
the car back and forth on it's wheels.

"Smashup car." Mara mumbles through a mouthful of fries.

"But you'd break the blocks!" Sherry objects.

"Nope!" I say and explain how I'd done it for years as a kid.

Sherry is impressed by the robustness  of the basic pieces, saying, "I
wish I'd put  my foot  down earlier.   Well at  least I  don't have to
worry about one upmanship from  her any more, now  if you'll just work
on Mike."

By this time we've finished our meal, so we dispose of the rubbish and
head for the carpark,  with Mara valiantly  slurping at her  Coke.  On
the drive home there is too much traffic  for me to finger Mara safely
so we content ourselves with building things  out of the Lego, with me
showing her how to make the best use of limited resources.

About fifteen minutes from the house Mara  starts to get very ansty as
the Coke works  it's way  through her system  and by  the time  we get
there she  is  squirming  constantly,  with  her  face  screwed  up in
concentration.  As  soon as the  car comes to  a halt,  She flings the
door open and runs to  stand, bouncing anxiously from  one foot to the
other, by the front door.   With a wicked grin to  me Sherry takes her
time getting out of the car and opens the  boot to get the eskies with
the meat and other  perishables before she finally  opens the door for
her daughter.

Mara start  to  take off,  but  I catch  up  and restrain  her  in the
kitchen, asking,  "Didn't  you want  to  save this  pee  for something
special?"

"Yeah, but you better hurry up I'm about to wet my pants."

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"What, wet my pants?  That's naughty." she starts to giggle, but stops
abruptly and crosses her legs.

"Can she pee in  the basin, so  she can see  it in the  mirror?" I ask
Sherry.

"Yeah, but I want to watch this too."

"Hurry up, or I'll do it here." Mara pleads.

"O.K." I  laugh and  pick  her up  and  carry her  into  the bathroom,
setting her on the floor while I strip off her dress.  I then lift her
onto the vanity,  to kneel  astride the  bowl.   Already there  is wet
patch on her knickers, which immediately  expands as her legs part and
a second  later  a powerful  jet  punches through  the  fabric  of her
knickers.

"Look Mummy I'm peeing my pants"   she says then  slides her hand over
the outside of her knickers, cupping her  hand under the flow to catch
the warm golden fluid and wet  more of the fabric.   "Oooh, that looks
so nasty." she says, staring intently into the mirror, as she rubs the
soaked, almost transparent fabric, forcing it  into her slit, she then
drags her wet fingers up over her  belly leaving damp little trails of
urine. "I'm a bad girl aren't I?  You're going to have to spank me for
being such a bad girl  and wetting my knickers."  Her hand glides back
down between her legs for more pee,  which she uses to draw glistening
circles around the rigid little buds of her nipples.

As her prodigious piss slows, she gathers the material of her knickers
front and back,  pulling it  up into the  cleft between  her labia and
buttocks.  Now the last  of her pee trickles  down her legs, dribbling
into the basin as  she saws the bunched  fabric back and  forth.  "Oh,
that feels nice!  Play with my titties Mummy."

Sherry wets her fingers in  her mouth and wraps  her arms around Mara,
her fingers brushing teasingly over the  tiny pink nubbins.  As Sherry
teases her  daughter I  tease  her, sliding  a  hand up  her  legs and
running my fingertips along her slippery  labia with a feathery touch.
She shuffles her feet apart and pushes her arse out, giving me greater
access, but I  ignore her implied  invitation, keeping  my touch light
and tormenting  as  I  watch  her  daughter  in  the  mirror.   Mara's
breathing is  rapid  and shallow  as  she continues  to  drag  the wet
material back and forth between her swollen labia, roughly stimulating
her clit as her mother pinches and pulls on her nipples.

"Jesus Christ,  do something  you bastard!  Stop fucking  teasing me."
Sherry, all but  screams, provoked  beyond endurance by  my tormenting
touch.

With my free  hand I open  the buttons of  my pants and  allow them to
drop in a pool around my  ankles.  I extract my  rock hard shaft, then
taking careful  aim, I  ram it  home,  burying my  prick to  the root,
within Sherry's petite body.

"Aieee!" she  screeches, surprised  by the  forcefulness of  my abrupt
entry, her cries echoed by  her daughter as her  fingers pinch hard on
Mara's tiny nipples.   The sudden  pain in her  undeveloped breasts is
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orgasm.   Displaying  the flexibility  that  only a  child  or trained
gymnast can possess,  her legs splay sideways until her thighs are all
but horizontal and  her cheek  presses against the  cool glass  of the
mirror.

I hold myself deep  within Sherry as her  daughter climaxes, her hands
have ceased their sawing motions, and  now strain upwards, pulling the
tightly stretched fabric of her knickers hard against her clit, as her
tiny body shakes and shivers, emitting little squeaks of pleasure.

As Mara's climax subsides,  Sherry supports her  daughter, helping her
to turn and sit beside the basin, shoving various bottles and tubes of
makeup into the laundry basket  beside the vanity, to  make room.  She
then pushes back  against me, forcing  me to shuffle  backwards as she
leans forwards, supporting her  weight on the edge  of the vanity with
her hands.

For probably the  first time  in my life  I am  grateful for  my short
legs, as I do not have to bend my knees much to keep myself within her
as she kicks her feet out of her shoes. I slide my hands over her slim
waist, bunching her dress up and pushing it  off over her head to fall
down her arms.   I then  cup her small  conical breasts  and seize her
distended nipples between thumb and forefinger.

There is no  finesse to  my fucking, just  raw, animalistic  power, as
with no warning,  I begin  to thrust my  raging cock,  deep within the
velvety confines of Sherry's  oozing gash.  With  each ringing slap of
my belly against her quivering buttocks,  my fingers clamp hard on her
nipples, relaxing only a little as I  withdraw.  Far from objecting to
my harsh treatment,  Sherry actively  encourages it, forcing  her hips
back against me and  pushing up with her  hands, so that  her tits are
stretched away from her body.

After less  than a  minute, tiny  hands pry  my fingers  from Sherry's
breasts.  Mara has slipped down to stand  under her mother and as soon
as her has one nipple freed,  she tilts her head  back and fastens her
lips around  the  swollen  nubbin.    With  one  hand  she  grasps the
remaining tit as the other hand slides down over her mother's belly to
take a firm hold on her protruding clitoris.

"Bite it honey." Sherry cries, as my  hands grasp her hips and further
increase the force  of my  pounding thrusts.   "Harder! ..  Harder! ..
That's it Baby." she hisses through clenched teeth.

Suddenly her  head flies  backwards and  utters a  sound that  is half
groan and half scream, her pussy clamping down so hard on my cock that
it almost bends double as I force it back into her body.  The powerful
rippling action of her cunt muscles up and  down the length of my cock
are all it  takes to  set me off,  gob after  gob of  my greasy sperm,
burning it's way through my buried shaft, to jet from my swollen knob,
deep with in the contracting confines of her velvety sheath.

From beginning to end the whole fuck has lasted less than two minutes,
but the  intensity leaves  us exhausted,  barely able  to stand  as my
shrinking cock falls from Sherry's cum  filled gash, releasing a flood
of semen and pussy juice to dribble down her thighs.




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Suddenly I'm forced to take  a step backwards, barely  able to keep my
balance, my  pants  almost tripping  me,  as Mara  crawls  between her
mother's legs and shoves on my  hips.  As she  rises her tongue snakes
out, licking up the obscene mixture that  coats my cock and balls, her
lips closing around my shrunken glans as she vacuums my flaccid member
into her mouth, forcing  the tip of  her tongue under  my foreskin, to
ensure that not one droplet of the precious mixture is lost.

She then turns  to her  mother and drags  her extended  tongue up each
thigh, collecting the overflow, before pressing  her mouth to Sherry's
pussy and  burying  her  nose between  her  mother's  sweaty buttocks.
Sucking hard,  Mara  noisily  extracts much  of  my  deposit  from her
mother's gooey cunt then pulls back, tilting  her head back to look up
at me, her  grin almost as  wide as the  iridescent smears  of cum and
pussy juice that coat her face from ear

Grinning back,  I bend  down and  lick  her face,  tasting  Sherry and
myself as I lick  her face clean then  press my lips to  hers.  I feel
her lips tighten in a smirk and then she pushed  a gob of cum and cunt
cream into my  mouth.  Avidly  I suck the  tasty treat  from he little
tongue, savouring the  divine taste  of her  mother's and  my passion.
Finally  I  release  her  tongue  and   pull  back  with  a  whispered
"Thankyou."

Grinning she replies, "Your welcome." as  she turns and wraps her arms
around my neck, lifting her legs to encircle my waist as I straighten,
her sodden knickers soaking the front of my shirt.

Sherry slowly rises  and turns,  surveying the room  and us.   "What a
mess!" she says.  I look  around and have to agree,  not all of Mara's
piss made it into the  basin, there are little  puddles of urine where
her knees rested either side of  the basin and a  bigger one where she
sat.   There is  a sweaty  print  of Mara's  cheek on  the  mirror and
clothing lies  scattered about  the floor.    Wordlessly she  sets the
shower running  and motions  for  us to  step  into it  as  she starts
picking the makeup out of the laundry basket.

I toe the shoes from my  feet and step out of my  pants as Mara slides
down my body  and pulls  my jocks the  rest of  the way  down my legs.
Kicking her own  shoes off  she starts to  remove her  knickers, but I
stop her, suggesting  that it  would better to  rinse them  out first.
Peeling the socks from my feet I follow Mara under the warm spray.

Sherry quickly finishes  tidying the room  and takes my  shirt and her
daughters knickers from me, throwing them in the basket before joining
us under the shower.   We quickly soap  each other clean  and dry off,
then Sherry and I wrap towels  about our bodies, as  there is no third
towel, Mara remains naked as she follows us from the room.












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Chapter 20             - Meating The Neighbours.



As we walk from the bathroom to get dressed Mike bursts in through the
front door, Brendan hot on his heels.  "Mummy!" he shout at the top of
his voice, "When did...",  he trails off  into silence, as  he and his
friend stare at the  three of us.   Mikes eyes  from one of  us to the
next, but his  friend's gaze  seems to be  centred on  Mara's casually
displayed charms.

"Oh hi Mike." Sherry says, as  if nothing is unusual,  "Did you have a
nice day?"

"Um, s-sure Mummy." he stammers, adding in a rush, "How come you don't
have any clothes on?"

"We were all hot and sweaty from our trip, so we had a shower." Sherry
explains.

"Together?" he asks in a surprised voice.

"Why not?  We  do it on the  beach all the time."  His mother answers,
trying to make light of the matter.  She then turns on Brendan, "Don't
you know it's rude to stare?"

He tears his eyes from Mara's bald little slit and looks up at Sherry.
"I guess so, but Mike told me about her not being a virgin and I can't
see anything different."

"You can't because the  difference is all inside."  Sherry explains to
her son's six year old friend.

"Can I see?" he asks eagerly.

"I don't think  so." Sherry tells  him, adding,  "You really shouldn't
ask questions like that, you know?"

"Why not?   Mummy  let's  me touch  her  vagina and  Pixie  even licks
Daddy's penis." He  says, trying to  reason with Sherry.   Suddenly he
realises that he has let the cat (and half a dozen kittens) out of the
bag and his  hands fly to  his mouth in  a futile effort  to stuff the
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Mara's  delighted  expression  is   at  odds  with   Sherry's  and  my
dumbfounded ones, while poor Mike just looks confused.  Then before we
can stop her, Mara blurts out, "It's O.K. we do stuff like that too."

"Really?" Brendan asks, the look of fear washing from his face.  "Then
it's all right that I told you."

"No it's not."   Sherry tells  him, "You were  a very  naughty boy for
saying that when you weren't supposed to.  But that's spilt milk under
the bridge, I guess the only thing to do now is talk to your parents."

"Do you want me to go get them?"  Brendan  asks, the look of fear back
on his face as he realises that he still might be in trouble.

"Yes, but not yet." Sherry  replies, "Wait there, while  we go and put
some clothes on,  then you  can help us  unload the  car.   After that
we'll get your parents."  Sherry then walks off into her bedroom.

Then a few seconds after I enter my  room, Mara follows trailed by the
two boys.  "I thought you were supposed  to be getting dressed." I say
to her as I drop the towel and search for a pair of jocks.

"In a minute." she says, sitting down on the corner of the bed.

It takes me a while to  find the last clean pair in  my bag and when I
look up,  Mara is  lying back  on the  bed holding  her knees  so that
Brendan and  Mike can  peer between  her  legs and  their conversation
impinges on my awareness.   Not wanting them to  know I'm listening, I
keep pawing through my bag.

"...you fell on  the log and  that broke the  little piece  of skin in
your vagina." Brendan is saying.

"Uh-huh, Geoff says the skin was to stop  my pussy filling up with poo
when I was a baby." Mara says.

"Did it hurt?"  Brendan asks,  "Pixie's still  got hers  because Daddy
doesn't want to hurt her."

"Boy did it ever."  Mara says, "But  I didn't feel  anything up inside
just where my pussy lips bumped the log."

Both kid's jump,  Mara's heel  clipping Brendan's ear,  as I  rise and
say, "I think  that's enough.   I don't  think Sherry  wanted anything
else said until your parents got here Brendan."

I quickly dress and  take Mara by the  hand, pulling her  from the bed
and leading her  to her  room.  Once  there I  quickly grab  a pair of
knickers and  hold  them for  her  to  step into,  then  slip  a frock
decorated with red yellow and blue  spots over her head.   I then lead
all three  kids  out  to  the  car  and  start  handing  them  bags of
groceries.

As we re-enter the house Sherry comes from her room, her hair done and
fresh makeup on  her face.   "Why don't  you start  putting these away
while we get the rest." I suggest to her.   She agrees and we dump the
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Three more trips suffice  to get everything inside,  though it is hard
to stop Mike and Brendan playing with the Lego  on the back seat and I
have to be very  forceful, to get them  to return after  placing it in
the lounge. I send Mara to her room to get  rid of her new clothes, as
I rescue  a  number of  interesting  brown paper  parcels  from Mike's
inquisitive fingers.  Putting those and  the camera on Sherry's bed we
join Sherry in the  kitchen and help her  finish putting the groceries
away.

As the last can clinks in the  pantry, the look of apprehension creeps
back over Brendan's face as he contemplates having to tell his parents
what he has done.  Seeing this Sherry decides  to coach him in what he
is to say.

"Brendan, just tell your parents  that I would like  them to come over
and have afternoon tea, so  they can meet Geoff.   O.K." she instructs
him, continuing, "Don't  say anything  else, I'll  talk to  them about
that, when they get here."

His face clears, and with a relieved, "O.K." he scampers out the front
door.

Five minutes later he returns with his  parents and a cute little four
year old,  who's  appearance  definitely  matches  her  name.   Sherry
quickly introduces me  to Barbara and  Stephen Fields and  I look them
over as Sherry hurries off to deal with the whistling kettle.

Barbara (Barb) is a pretty, slim brunette, in her very early twenties,
she stands about  five, two and  her wavy, shoulder  length brown hair
frames a triangular face with high cheekbones and laughing brown eyes.
Her wide sensuous lips and a bosom capable of keeping both of her kids
dry in a tropical downpour go a long way towards explaining a six year
old son, when she is barely out of her teens.

Her husband Stephen (Steve) appears to be  about twenty five or so and
his five  foot ten  frame is  obviously  built for  speed,  all sinewy
muscle and not  an ounce  of spare fat  on him  anywhere.   His rugged
features and a  deep tan  indicate a life  spent outdoors  and when he
enters the kitchen, he  removes his hat to  reveal short, dark, almost
black hair, so curly it looks like steel wool.

I look for Pixie  and find her  peering from behind  her father's leg,
looking up at  me from beneath  long dark lashes,  with flashing brown
eyes, her tiny little face is much like  her mother's and when I smile
at her, the one she gives  me in return lights up her  whole face.  As
they take  their seats  she clambers  into  her father's  lap  and her
bright little eyes follow my every  movement as Mara and  I go to help
Sherry with the drinks and cake.

Two rattling crashes from  the lounge signal the  location of the boys
as they mingle the new Lego with the old.  Further rattles and clicks,
along with good  natured squabbling over  the best  pieces, indicate a
major construction frenzy is under way.

Mara takes the cake to the table as Sherry  and I bring the drinks and
hand them out.   Pixie gives me a  shy "t'ank you." when  I hand her a
glass of lemonade  and Sherry  calls the boys,  they only  remain long
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to the newest engineering wonders of  the world.  As soon  as I make a
lap opposite Steve,  Mara scrambles to  fill it, while  Sherry takes a
seat opposite Barb.

For the next few  minutes we exchange the  usual pleasantries, I learn
that Steve is a  brickies mate and that  he's working on  a new resort
complex being  built  to  the  north of  the  town  while  Barb  is an
assistant in one of the local  creches.  When I tell  them that I have
been accepted for  a computing degree  at college, Barb  tells me that
she hopes to  complete the HSC  (Higher Education  Certificate) she is
doing in night courses so that  she can enter college  and get a child
care degree to start a center of her own.

Suddenly  into  the  middle  of  our  conversation  Sherry  drops  her
bombshell and sits  back to  observe the  results.   "So how  long has
Pixie been sucking your cock Steve?"

Barbara's mug drops from suddenly nerveless  fingers, falling the bare
inch she has lifted  it with a noise  that is unnaturally  loud in the
silence that follows Sherry's bald question.   Steve's knuckles whiten
as his fingers clench around  his own mug and  he, with infinite care,
sets it back down, precisely aligning it  with the wet ring already on
the coaster.

Only then,  does Steve  shift his  gaze  to take  in  our expressions,
Mara's slightly apprehensive  smile, my  carefully neutral countenance
and Sherry's broad grin.  Finally he  speaks, slowly and with the same
infinite care he showed in setting down his mug. "I won't ask  you how
you found out, that's obvious, but we'll get to Brendan later.  What I
will ask is, what you intend to do about it?"

"Nothing," Sherry replies,  "or maybe the  kids can join  in, the next
time we have a little get together, instead  of being sent off to stay
with their grandparents."

"Does that mean that you  and Carl have been  playing around with your
kids too?"   Barb asks,  she then laughs  a trifle  hysterically, "You
mean we've both been hiding the same secret from each other?"

"Not exactly, a week ago I would have had  a screaming fit and my kids
would never have gone near yours again."

"Huh?  Then  what changed?"   Suddenly Barb  stares hard  at me, "What
does Geoff have to do with this?" she asks suspiciously

"What do you want to hear about, when he seduced my little girl in the
back of the  truck on  the way up  here?   Or the  next day,  when she
caught the two of us fucking the next  day and decided to blackmail us
into letting  her  watch?"   Sherry  suddenly giggles,  "Now  THAT was
funny.  I suddenly got three times as horny when I thought about Geoff
taking her cherry for real, but  I was scared Geoff  would think I was
sick.  Mara actually  wanted to join in,  but was scared  I'd find out
about her and Geoff and he  was just plain scared  that Carl was going
to rip his balls off and feed them to him."

"What do you mean 'take her cherry for real', when did that happen and
how did you  know about it,  if you didn't  know about  what they were
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"Oh Geoff  didn't  pop  her  cherry,  though  he  was  there  when  it
happened."   She  pauses and  waits  for their  raised  eyebrows, then
explains, "She fell on a log."   Another giggle, "You should have seen
the reaction, when she  limps into the lounge  at Liam's and announces
to everybody in the room that she's not a virgin any more."

They both laugh, "I can imagine."  Steve says, "What stopped Carl from
killing him then?"

"Carl's voice scared Mara so  much that it would  have taken a crowbar
to remove  her from  Geoff's  leg and  that  gave him  enough  time to
explain."

"O.K. Sherry, you've had your fun." Barb breaks in, "Now why don't you
tell us the whole story properly and then we'll tell you ours."

"O.K.," she agrees, "but you've got to admit is was funny."

"For you  maybe,"  Steve  remarks, "but  remind  me  not  to  take you
anywhere near a coronary care unit." He then looks over at Mara, "What
do you think, does your mother have a nasty sense of humour?"

All through our  conversation, both  girls have sat  silently, Pixie's
bright eyes turning to  follow a conversation that  she only partially
understands, While Mara has been looking on with a Mona Lisa smile.

"Yeah!" Mara answers Steve's question, then grins, "Can I have a drink
of your sperm?  Does he taste good Pix?"

Steve turns a very interesting shade of crimson as the rest of us, bar
Pixie, burst out  laughing, she smiles  dutifully not  quite sure what
the joke is.  When he recovers enough  to speak, Steve gasps, "I stand
corrected, you've both got a nasty sense of humour."

"Well does  he?" Mara  grills Pixie,  "Does  your Daddy's  sperm taste
good?"

Pixie looks  up  at  her  father  for  guidance  and  he  answers  her
questioning look,  "It's  all right  darling,  you can  talk  about it
here."

"Yeah," she answers  Mara eagerly, "Daddy  tastes real  good, he makes
lots of nice creamy sperms for me.  You wanna taste?"

"You bet!, You want to taste Geoff's?"

Steve restrains his  daughter as she  starts to wriggle  from his lap,
saying, "Later, Sherry's going to tell us a story first and then we'll
see."   Pixie  settles  back  against  her  father's  chest  and looks
expectantly at Sherry.

Sherry throws a questioning look at me,  but I decline, "Not this time
Sherry, it's your turn."

She sticks her tongue out at me and starts speaking, telling the story
of how first I  and then she  had become sexually  involved with Mara.
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she says  nothing of  Ken's and  Chloe's  involvement and  only giving
passing reference  to Katy  and Lena,  naming  no names.    During the
recital they say nothing saving their questions for the end.

"Do you mean to say that  the first prick Mara want's  in her, is that
monster of Carl's?" Barb asks incredulously,  "That bloody thing fills
me up, it'll choke her."

"Tickle her ribs maybe,"  Sherry starts to answer,  but is interrupted
by Barb.

"Yeah from the inside." she  quips, "How exactly do  you intend to get
that much prick into that little body?" she waves her hand at Mara who
is grinning like the canary that got the cat.

"By stretching  my  pussy  first  silly."  Mara  supplies  the answer.
"That's why we went shopping today."

Barb raises her eyebrows  at this, while  Steve sits back  in his seat
looking stunned.  "You know that  realistic 'life' sized vibrator that
I have?" Barb nods, "Well, we can't  get that through Mara's cervix so
I bought something  with a little  more taper to  it along  with a few
other things today.  That's why  I brought the shopping trip forwards,
so that Mara  would have  a chance  to practice  before her  Daddy got
home."

"You're kidding!  That's impossible!" Steve ejaculates.

I feel Mara take a breath as though to speak and hastily say, "Nope, I
do it with one of the  girls near my uncle's all the  time.  You can't
imagine how good it feels."

"That I can believe." he says, and continues, "So you've been up here,
what, three  weeks and  you've some  how  or other  managed  to become
involved with  three underage  girls."   At  this point  Mara absently
interjects "Four." but  Steve continues  on regardless, "How  on earth
did you manage  that?"  suddenly  he does a  double take,  "FOUR!  But
Sherry only said you and two girls from near his Uncle's."

I give Mara a warning squeeze to keep quiet,  but it's too late.  Barb
does some quick figuring, "Chloe and  probably her brother too!  Ken's
van was here yesterday when  we got home Steve.  Remember?  And Sherry
had the front door locked too."

Sherry interrupts as  Mara opens her  mouth to speak.  "I think that's
enough Mara.  Now If you'll  excuse me I've got to  make a phone call.
Geoff, you go on with your part of the story."

"O.K." I say to Steve and Barb, "Here's how it happened.  Katy was the
first (I guess  it doesn't hurt  to name names.)  and we  more or less
seduced each other, I knew better,  but my Woody kept  on doing all of
my thinking for me.

"The first day I was at  my uncle's he took me  over to the neighbours
so I could swim in their dam, Katy teased me with her body most of the
time I was  there and towards  the end of  the day she  tucked my hand
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she didn't expect was the orgasm she ended up having, nor did I expect
to cum in my pants.

"A few days later the two  of us went for a walk  in the bush, after a
while she started asking  why it felt so  good when I  fingered her in
the dam.  Well she's a  very smart kid, and her  parents hold her back
so that she doesn't outshine her brother.  I  was a bit pissed at this
attitude so I gave her the  whole nine yards, how  babies are made and
why it's so much fun in between.

"A bit later she  told me to close  my eyes while  she had a  pee.  Of
course I peeked, she was standing right there  in front of me with the
leg shorts and knickers hiked to the side as she peed standing up.  Of
course this was what  she wanted and  when she finished  she wanted to
watch me.

"For obvious reason that  was impossible, but what  she really wanted,
was to see me cum,  so I let her  masturbate me and I  came so hard it
hurt, I must have shot the  first wad a good ten feet.   We dared each
other to taste my cum and she really liked it.

"We had lunch near  a dam a  bit later on  and I masturbated  her to a
huge orgasm, then  she wanted  to taste my  cum again  so she fingered
herself with one hand while she  jerked me off with  the other, at the
end I took over and shot off into her mouth.   We swam for a while and
horsed around, then when  we got out  of the water  she wanted another
drink.

"This time at the end she  stuck the end of my dick  in her mouth as I
came, so she wouldn't miss any.  To reward  her I taught her all about
multiple orgasms with  my tongue.   When she  recovered she  wanted to
know if the same thing could be done to boys.  I said 'yes and no' and
taught her how to delay a man's climax.  By the way, don't ever make a
joke when there are teeth that close to your  cock." I say in an aside
to Steve, he winces as the womenfolk giggle.

"We fell asleep after that and woke up as  a storm started to roll in.
Just before we  got back  to her  place it  broke and  by the  time it
finished we were cut off and I have to  spend the night there.  Katy's
brother got caught at someone else's  place so I was  given his bed in
the caravan with Katy at the other end.

"That night,  Katy got  a little  over eager  when I  gave her  a trip
around the world  and broke  her cherry  on my  finger when  she came.
With that out of the way she decided to go all the way and I made love
to her, she came so hard  she actually forced her  cervix over my cock
and that more of less finished me off.

"The next day we found out that the  storm was a forerunner of Cyclone
Katherine and it was going to  hit the coast near  us.  Katy's parents
collected Jimmy and tried to  get out and back  before it hit, because
they needed supplies and had to do some  business.  We got left behind
to watch the house because of problems with a thief in the area.

"While they  were gone  Katy and  I decided  to make  the most  of the
opportunity.  As  we were getting  right into  it, Jimmy's girlfriend,
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my face  between Katy's  legs and  then  we caught  her with  her hand
between hers.

"She got really upset  because Katy, who  is quite a  bit younger than
her was  having so  much fun,  when  her efforts  with Jimmy  had been
uncomfortable and unsatisfying.   We got to talking,  and she ended up
asking me to teach her, what  to teach Jimmy.  Katy  and I started out
by doing each other orally so she could watch and then we ganged up on
her and gave her a trip around the world  together.  When she came she
actually squirted, into  Katy's mouth  and I  had to  fight her  for a
taste it was so good.

"Well I was so wired by then, that a touch would have set me off so we
put on some bathers, just knickers in Katy's case and went for a swim,
so I could cool off a bit.  The  clothes were a rather pointless waste
of time, because within five minutes we'd daked each other.

"Back up at the  van, Katy taught Lena  how to deep throat  me until I
came.  Then they  got into a 69  and Katy ended up  fisting Lena until
she passed out.   I used a glass  to collect the juice  that came from
her pussy when  Katy took  her hand out  and we  shared it.   Then the
bloody storm started to roll in and we had to stop.

"Lena tried to get home while Katy and I made sure things were secure,
but the previous night's  rain was coming down  from the mountains and
we were cut off again.  This time I was  alone with two young and very
horny girls."

"Sherry interrupts me at this point,  "You better finish up they'll be
here soon, Ken said half an hour."

"O.K. well we made sure everything  was tied down, got  in a supply of
fire wood and settled up with  various parents, including mine, on the
phone.  That night  I found the  girls' G-spots, though  I didn't know
exactly what I  was doing  then, and  then I  fucked first  Katy, then
Lena.  Lena couldn't believe  it when I slipped  up inside Katy's womb
either.  After  I fucked  her Katy discovered  she could  lick her own
pussy.  That got me up so fast I was ready to  do Lena as soon as Katy
finished cumming.

"After I fucked Lena,  Katy got out a  porno mag that  belonged to her
eldest brother and  among other things  it had a  story called pissin'
cousins, that triggered our  bladders, as the  thunderbox was outside,
we decided to use  the bath and Katy  wanted to give  golden showers a
try.

"After we got  cleaned up,  I brushed  their hair  and gave  them back
rubs.  To reward  me the doubled teamed  me and gave me  a trip around
the world.  After that we had supper and discovered that pancakes were
a sexy food  if eaten  in the nude  and we  had to  clean up  all over
again.

"The next day we  tried anal sex,  they discovered that  they liked it
almost as much as the real thing and Lena had an effective way to keep
herself from getting pregnant.

Mara pipes up at this time,  saying, "Yeah, I liked  it when he fucked
my bottom and it felt really good when he peed in it too."


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"That's quite a story." Barb comments, "I can see how it happened with
those two, and Sherry's already told us  about Mara, but how did Chloe
and I presume, Ken get involved."

"Why don't  we  wait for  them  to arrive  and  let them  tell  it." I
suggest.

I then add, "What I haven't  told you about Katy and  Lena, is that in
amongst all that fucking and  sucking, there was a  lot of very normal
play, several long talks  on morality and even  a nudist barbecue that
include both our families."

"Morality," Steve says,  "that's a bit  of a joke  coming from someone
who's fucked four underage girls in three weeks."

"The basis of  morality I mean,  things like not  hurting other people
and giving as well as taking.  Though I did talk to Katy about some of
the nastier members of  our society and why  keeping children ignorant
of sex is usually a good idea."

Sherry adds her own opinion, "In his own way, Geoff is one of the most
moral people I know.  He  would never do anything  to anyone that they
didn't want.  I  think that if a  girl said 'no' half  way through his
cum, he'd wilt like last months celery.

"And he's the  most attentive eighteen  year old lover  I've ever met.
From what I've seen of him so far he gives all of his attention to his
partner's pleasure before he even considers his own. "

Barb looks at me appraisingly, "Now that is a wonder.  How come?"

"I live in a small country  town and I'm a  bookworm, so pretty nearly
everybody, especially the girls, despise me.   I learnt quite a few of
years ago that the  real meat in stick  books, was in  the letters and
stories, so I've  learnt a lot  of theory and  I vowed to  put it into
practice if I ever got the chance.  The first  and only girl I had sex
with before Katy, wasn't interested in anything except getting me off.
I guess it was  a mercy fuck, because  the next day  she wouldn't have
anything to do with me and  she was hanging off the  arm of bloke from
my venturer unit.   He was sort  of a mate  and I guess  he felt sorry
enough for me, either that or he told her I was cherry.

"As for my  morality, one  of my  secret vices  is girls  school story
books written before about 1960 and they are  full of it.  Divested of
the claptrap  it boils  down to  not hurting  other people  and making
yourself happy by helping others to be happy."

I'm saved  from any  further questioning  by  the arrival  of  Ken and
Chloe, they look a little disappointed to see other visitors and it is
obvious that  Sherry has  told them  nothing  about the  Fields', only
asked them to  come over.   While they sit  down at  the table, Sherry
rises to put  the kettle on  and the boys  are ordered  to bring their
glasses for refills.

When they would go back to their Lego  the boys are ordered to remain,
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you said things you  shouldn't have and Mike,  you've heard things you
can't repeat."

As they  sit  at the  far  end  of the  table  their  expressions turn
serious, matching the  mood of  everybody else at  the table.   At the
same time a  look of comprehension  appears on Ken  face.   He looks a
question at me and I nod, then shake my head  as he opens his mouth to
speak.

When the  kettle boils,  Sherry and  I rise  to deal  with it  and Ken
follows, however, when he tries to talk, both Sherry and I tell him to
wait.  We return to the  table with drinks and  another plate of cake,
tapping the boys on  the wrist when  they bounce from  their seats and
make a grab for some.

When we sit back down, Chloe take a seat in  my lap and Mara in Ken's.
The boys instead of  returning to their own  seats, seat themselves on
their mother's knees.

Everybody looks expectantly  at Sherry  and she  sighs, pausing  for a
moment to gather her thoughts.  "O.K.," she begins, "I think everyone,
except Mike has  a fair  idea of what's  going on.   A  little earlier
today Mike and Brendan came into  the house just as  Geoff, Mara and I
were coming out of  the shower.  That  in itself wouldn't  have been a
problem, except Mara  didn't have  a towel and  Brendan wanted  to see
what made Mara not a virgin and tried to justify being allowed to look
by telling us  that he  already touched his  mother's vagina  and that
Pixie even licked her Daddy's penis."

Poor Brendan seems to  shrink into himself, as  everybody looks at him
and his mother gives an exasperated cry of "Brendan!"

"When I saw they didn't have any clothes on, I thought they were doing
things too."  Brendan tries to explain.

"His weren't the only loose words."  Sherry continues, "Mara corrected
Steve when he counted up how many  girls Geoff was fooling around with
and Barb easily worked out  that the fourth girl  could only be Chloe.
Now somehow  or other,  we've got  to  convince our  blabbermouth kids
that, even  if  they  think it's  all  right  to  tell  somebody, they
shouldn't until they speak to one of us adults first.

"Do you understand what I'm saying kids?"  she asks looking at each in
turn.

All except Mike nod,  he just looks  confused and says,  "I don't know
Mummy."

"Of course you don't Honey.  What I mean is, we're going to talk about
some things today,  that are very  special secrets and  you can't tell
them to anybody,  not even Daddy,  unless I say  you can.   It doesn't
matter what they say, even if they tell  you the same sort of secrets,
you can't say anything, because if you do, we could all get into a lot
of trouble."  To the adults at the table  she says, "I didn't mean for
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"O.K. Chloe, you're at Wendy's house at a party and her daddy gets you
to sit on his knee, he  squeezes your leg and tells  you he likes your
sexy dress.  What are you going to do?"

"Push his hand off and get off his knee." she replies.

"What if he won't let you go?"

"I'll yell."

"O.K. that's good.  Mara the  party's over and everybody's going home.
Wendy asks you to stay and play some special games, that make you feel
really good,  with her  and her  mummy and  daddy.   Are you  going to
stay?"

"Are you picking me up?" Mara asks.

"Why?  What difference does it make?"

"If you're there I can ask  you if I can  stay." Mara explains, adding
with a grin, "Wendy's daddy is really cute."

"What if I'm not there?"

"I'd pretend I didn't know what  she meant and come  home and tell you
all about it."

"Well we know Pixie checks with  her daddy before she'll say anything.
So Brendan?  You  go to see Christopher  and nobody comes  to the door
when you knock,  but the  door's open, so  you go  in.   You hear some
noises from  his bedroom  and when  you look  in, you  see Christopher
kissing his big sister between the legs.  What do you do?"

"Go home and tell Mummy." he says.

"O.K." I put in, "Now  what if they see  you and ask you  to keep it a
secret?"

"Uh," he  seems  stuck for  a  moment,  but when  he  does  answer his
response is very sure "I don't tell ANYBODY."

"Brilliant!" I say, "That's  right if they  ASK you to  keep a secret,
you keep it.  But," I  continue, "if they try to force  you not to say
anything, maybe  by saying  something bad  will happen  to you  if you
tell, then you say 'O.K.' then come home as  soon as you can and tell.
Now can anybody tell me why?"

Surprisingly it's Pixie who  answers, "'cause it's bad  to make peepul
do fings."

"But what if I tried to MAKE you take your medicine?" I ask her.

"Vat's dif'ent." she answers.

Suddenly Mike, who  has been very  quite asks,  "Does Christopher kiss
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Sherry laughs,  "I  have absolutely  no  idea Honey,  those  were just
tricky questions to  see if  you kids knew  the answers.   Christopher
probably thinks it's just as yucky as you do."

"I know." he chirps brightly, "I'll ask him."

"NO!" nine pairs of lips say simultaneously and Sherry continues, "You
can't say  anything about  that sort  of  thing, ever,  or  you'll get
people in trouble."

"O.K. He agrees. "But I don't unnerstand."

"It's all right Honey I'll explain  some more later." Sherry reassures
him.  She then rounds on  Steve, "I believe you were  going to tell us
how long Pixie's been sucking your cock."

Steve and Barb  exchange glances  and it  is Barb  who begins  to tell
their tale.  "I guess I should tell this, after all it's nearly all my
fault.  Sherry knows part of the story but I'll tell that part anyway,
because it's sort of behind the rest."

"It all started when Steve got me pregnant  when I was thirteen and he
was eighteen.   We  lived on  neighbouring  properties and  because my
little brothers  were so  much younger  than  me and  his  brother had
already left home we sort of ended up keeping each other company.

"Mum and Dad were really conservative  and total prudes.  Cripes, when
the bull got put to the  cows they'd lock me in the  house and the one
time I  saw  a stallion  mount  a mare  and  asked mum  about  it, she
scrubbed my mouth out with soap.

"When I was twelve, I got my first period and the only thing Mum would
say was, it was a curse put on women and I just  had to put up with it
for the next thirty years or  so.  Can you believe it  in this day and
age my mother still believed that old shit.  Anyway she showed me what
to do and told me never to speak about it again.

"Ha!  The first  thing I did,  was saddle up  my horse and  go over to
Steve's place.  He was the only one there, so  I told him all about it
and showed him where I was  bleeding." Suddenly she giggles, "The poor
bastard didn't know whether to throw up or crack a fat.  In the end he
just got  very red  in  the face  and  stammered that  I  shouldn't be
showing him that.

"When I asked him  why not, still with  my jeans around  my ankles and
the front of  my bloomers,  yes bloomers, pulled  down to  show him my
hairless little  crack, the  poor boy  just got  redder and  even more
tongue tied.  He was sitting  on the floor of his room  and he had his
knees pulled up to his chest.   He tried to look  everywhere but at my
little pussy, but his eyes kept on turning back to  it.  In the end he
put his head on his knees and begged me to pull my jeans back up.

"I did, and  asked him again  why I shouldn't  show him.   At first he
wouldn't tell me, but I  kept on pestering him  and eventually he gave
in and made  me promise never  to tell my  mum and  dad because they'd
kill him.  As if I  would, I knew this probably  had to have something
to do with what  the horses were doing  when I was ten,  and I figured
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"I was right.  He told me that when a boy saw a girl between her legs,
it made his dong get stiff and hard and that was uncomfortable.  'Why?
What's a dong?' I asked him  and he asked me if I've  ever seen what a
bull does with a cow.   I told him no and asked  if it was like when a
horse got on  top of another  horse and put  his thing  in her bottom.
Yeah, I was that ignorant.

"'Sort of,' he said, 'that thing is his dong, but it goes in her pussy
not her bottom.'  Well this  totally confused me, I  hadn't seen a cat
on either of the horses, and when I  said this, it totally cracked him
up.  Finally  he recovers  enough to explain  that a  pussy is  just a
slang term for a  vagina. I still wasn't  any wiser but  I didn't want
him to think I was totally stupid so I  didn't say anything and I said
I was sorry, because it must really hurt if I made his dong get as big
as the horse's inside his pants.

"Well that cracked him up again and  it was nearly five minutes before
he could say that people weren't that big.  I was feeling so stupid by
then that I just started to cry.

"Finally he got me calmed down enough to tell him what was wrong and I
told him I was so stupid  because I didn't know  anything and would he
tell me everything about  what the horses  were doing and  what a dong
and a vagina were.  So he did.  He didn't know much about periods, but
he told me about  how sperm came out  of a dong when  it was stiff and
fertilises an  egg inside  a mare  or cow  or woman  and that  was how
babies were made.

"When he was finished, I just stood up  and took my jeans and bloomers
right off and asked him to show me where my vagina was.  I didn't mean
anything by it, I was just curious.   Well he was embarrassed all over
again, but I wouldn't take no for an answer, so he went and got a face
washer and a  small mirror from  the bathroom.   He cleaned  me up and
gave me the  mirror to  hold while  he showed  me.   It was  a shaving
mirror, so  I could  see everything  really clearly.   His  hands were
really shaking as he used one to spread my pussy lips and the other to
point at the hole that was my vagina.

"I then asked him to show  me his dong, but her  wouldn't.  Because it
was only curiosity that made me ask, I didn't really press him.  After
all, I figured, it would look  pretty much like the  horse's.  He told
me to put my pants back on and took everything back to the bathroom.

"He was gone so long, that I went to see where  he'd gotten to.  I met
him just as he  was coming out of  the bathroom and when  he saw me he
got really red  again.   I asked  what he  was doing  and he  just got
redder and asked  if I  wanted to feed  the joey  (baby kangaroo) they
were rearing.  Of course I  did and I forgot all about  why he took so
long in the bathroom.   Later I found  out what he had  been doing and
why it took so long.  How many times was it Dear?"

Steve blushes and answers, "Three.  The first one I barely got my cock
out of my pants before I  sprayed cum all over the floor  and I had to
jack off twice more before it'd go down."

"Anyway," Barb continues, "We fed the  joey and then I  got back on my
horse and went home.  On  the ride back, I started  to think about how


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it sort of  felt good  when Steve's  fingers shook  as he  touched me.
Then I noticed that the saddle felt good between my legs and I started
to rock backwards and  forwards.  When  the front of  my pussy touched
the saddle  tree it  felt even  better  so I  shifted forwards  in the
saddle and boy did that feel good.

"By the time I  got home, I was  really hot and bothered  and my pussy
felt so wet, I thought the  pad Mum gave me must be  full of blood.  I
was really surprised that there wasn't much more blood than there was,
it just looked like I'd put it under a  tap or something, so I changed
it and forgot all about it while I fed the chooks.

"Later that night when I had my shower, I discovered it felt good when
I cleaned my pussy especially around the little lump at the top, but I
couldn't stay in there too long, because we were running low on water.
So I got out and went to bed.

"It was a few  days before I could  get out to see  Steve again and by
then my period was finished.  His parent were  home, so I asked him to
come riding with  me.   I took  the lead  and it  wasn't till  we were
nearly there, that he realised I was  taking him to and old stockman's
hut that was only  used to store wire  for fixing fences.   He guessed
that I  wanted to  pick up  where we  left  off the  other day  and he
started to protest, but it was pretty half  hearted.  He told me later
that he'd  spent  those  three days  alternately  kicking  himself for
passing up such a golden opportunity  and kicking himself for thinking
about taking advantage of me.

"When we got there, we loosened  the horses girths and  tied them to a
rail then went inside.   By the  time he got  the door shut,  I had my
jeans halfway down and he just stopped  dead when he turned around and
saw me.  As I finished taking my pants off I innocently chattered away
about how good it felt when  I rubbed on the saddle  and when I rubbed
this little bump.  I stood up and pulled  my crack open and pointed it
out.

"He kept on  trying to  say something but  he couldn't  make his mouth
work and I saw this big bulge grow in his pants.  Again I asked to see
it and this time, it didn't take much  coaxing from me before he undid
his belt and pushed his pants down to his  ankles.  Inside his jocks I
could see a bulge and as  I watched, it straightened out  till I saw a
pink thing sticking out above his waistband.

"He took a deep breath and shoved his jocks  down and when he stood up
I could  see  his  dong  sticking  straight  up  with  a  sack hanging
underneath it.   I didn't  have anything to  compare it  to except the
horse's but I did wonder out loud how could  it fit in the little hole
he showed me.  He told  me that it would stretch  and reminded me that
was where babies came out.   I asked If I could get  a closer look and
he nodded, so I went over to him and got down on my knees.

"I look at it from all sides, it stuck out of this patch of curly hair
and I could see veins on  it and a fat purple knob  on the end.  There
was a little slit on top and a drop of  clear liquid was oozing out of
it.  I asked if that was sperm and he said no sperm looked like cream,
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"I then asked if  I could touch  it.  He  nodded again and  I poked it
with my finger.  It felt hot and really  hard but soft on the outside.
He gasped and I  asked if that  hurt.  He  said 'no', so  I touched it
again and ran my finger down it and prodded  the sack, then held it in
my and squeezed.   That did hurt and  he told me how  sensitive a boys
balls were, so I felt them really carefully after that.

"He was breathing really funny  by then and when  I wrapped my fingers
around his dong  to see  what that felt  like, he  took a  really deep
breath and held it.  It felt really strange,  it was very hot and felt
like it had a  piece of broom handle  inside, but the  outside sort of
felt like velvet, you know, like how velvet feels when you crush it.

"While I held it, I used my other hand to touch  the knob on top and I
felt the clear stuff  coming out of the  end.  It  really was slippery
and it made my finger skid over the end of  his dong.  He gasped again
and pulled his hips  back and that made  the skin where  I was holding
him in my other hand slide over the inside. That felt really cool so I
started to slide  that hand  up and down  while I  rubbed the slippery
stuff all over the purple knob.

"He started say some  thing but all  he managed was  'Stop. I'm gonna'
and it happened, a big white jet squirted out of the end and hit me in
the middle of my forehead, I  was so surprised that  I opened my mouth
and the next squirt  went right inside.   I got out of  the way of the
rest and he put  his hand over mine  and slid it up  and down his dong
till he  stopped  squirting and  the  rest just  oozed  down  over our
fingers.

"'Wow' he said,  'That felt  better than  when I  do it.'  Suddenly he
noticed the sperm on  my face and lips  and started to  apologise.  By
then the taste of his sperm  had registered in my mind  and I decide I
liked it.  A  lot.  So I  licked my lips  and pulled my  hand out from
under his.    As  soon as  I  started  to lick  my  fingers  clean his
apologies stopped dead and he just looked at me and when I grabbed his
hand to lick that he sort of swayed and nearly fell over.

"When I finished his fingers I looked at his dong.  It was smaller and
it didn't stand up straight any more  but was pointing straight at me.
I could see sperm all over the knob and there  was a big drop about to
fall off the tip.   All I can  remember thinking was  I couldn't waste
that yummy sperm,  so I  stuck my tongue  out and  licked it  up, then
sucked the whole thing into my mouth.  He gasped so loud that I really
thought I hurt him and I  would have pulled back  if he hadn't grabbed
my head and held it there.

"Inside my mouth I could feel his  dong getting bigger and bigger till
it started to push my head  back and I coughed.   Straight away he let
go and pulled his dong out of my mouth and started to apologise again.
I told him it was all right and he asked how I could do something like
that.

"'Because it tasted really good.'  I said, 'Can I  have some more?' he
nodded and I  stuck his  dong straight  back in  my mouth  and started
sucking on it like a baby.  He let me do  that for a little while then
started to tell me other things  to do, like lick the  end and move my
lips up and down the shaft.   A couple of minutes  later felt the knob
get bigger and even harder and then he groaned and the knob pulsed and


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he squirted right into my mouth.  That time I got it all and I kept on
sucking till he was completely soft.

"When I let it slip out of my mouth and looked  at I had to giggle, it
looked like a little grub and it was so tiny compared to the big stiff
thing I had seen before.

"I then asked if he wanted to look at my pussy  and touch it.  He said
'Yes' and helped  me stand up  while he knelt  down.  I  held my pussy
open for him,  but it was  really awkward, so  he told me  to wait. He
pulled his pants up and went outside.

"He came back  a few  minutes later with  the horse  blankets and laid
them on the floor.  I didn't want to get my  shirt and bra dirty, so I
took them off and hung them  on a nail. I started to  lay down, but he
stopped me because he wanted to look at my  tits.  Even then they were
pretty big and when he put his hands  over them they filled his hands.
As he gently squeezed and rubbed them it  felt really good and made my
pussy feel tingly.  I felt something wet start  to run down my leg and
I was scared it was my  period starting up again.   I told Steve that,
so he took his hands away and we looked.

"It wasn't blood and  when Steve felt it  he said, 'It  looks like you
make slippery  stuff too.'   He  then  helped me  to lie  down  on the
blankets and knelt  down between my  knees.  It  felt so  good when he
touched my  bare little  pussy with  his fingers  and spread  the lips
apart so he  could see inside.   He rubbed  all over the  inside of my
pussy and pushed  a finger all   the  way into my  vagina.   I guess a
saddle must have got my cherry, because it didn't hurt.

"He didn't seem know what he was doing, so I  told him the bump at the
front felt really good when I touched.  When he touched it, it felt so
much better that I squealed.  He thought he  hurt me and stopped, so I
yelled at him to do it again.  Once he knew that I liked it, he rubbed
my bump again.   When my clit got  stiff and poked out  of it hood, it
got too sensitive for his finger  and I told him.   After that he sort
of twiddled with the hood and poked around inside my vagina.

"I just kept on  feeling better and  better till I  thought I couldn't
stand it any more  and then it happened.   Suddenly it felt  so good I
thought I'd die and I didn't care if I did.   It was like somebody had
set off a camera flash inside  my head.  I  don't remember much except
that, but Steve told  me later I was  screaming so loud  he was scared
the horses would break loose and  run off.  He  thought he was hurting
me, but I had hold of his wrist so tight  he couldn't pull it away and
I was jamming my pussy up against it.

"When it stopped, I just lay there with my  eyes closed and moaned.  I
felt him pull  his hand away  and I  opened my eyes  to look.   He was
looking really close at his fingers and sniffing them.  I dared him to
lick it and he did.

"But it wasn't his hand that he licked, it was my pussy.  He just bent
over and stuck his tongue into my vagina  and then licked up the crack
to my  clit.   Wow! I'd  thought his  fingers felt  good but  this was
better, much, much better.   I grabbed his ears  and started to scream
'Lick it, lick my pussy.' over and over again.



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"This time  it  was  like the  camera  kept  on  taking  picture after
picture.  I don't know how many times I came and then the next thing I
remembered was  Steve shaking  my shoulder  and  asking if  I  was all
right.  I opened my eyes and he was bending over me and looking really
scared.  I told him I felt wonderful and  he smiled and started to rub
his ears.  I looked at them and they were really  red and I said I was
sorry.  He grinned and said it was worth it.

"suddenly we were both laughing and we  couldn't stop.  We'd nearly do
it then we'd  look at each  other and start  all over  again.  Finally
though we did stop and  Steve sat up and  pulled me up to  hug me.  It
felt so good just to be cuddled like my parents never did and I looked
up to thank him.   Well he didn't  give me a chance,  he bent over and
gave me my first real kiss.

"That's right, arse about, backwards.   First I suck  his cock then he
licks my pussy and THEN we  kiss.  His lips tasted  really good, but I
was so ignorant that  it was nearly a  month, before I  realised I was
tasting myself.

"By then it was getting late so Steve helped me to clean up a bit with
some water from the tank outside.  Then I got dressed while he saddled
the horses back up.  When I got home I was  late to do the chooks, and
Mum wouldn't let  me go  riding for  two weeks.   I  was upset  that I
couldn't see Steve and at night I'd comfort myself by rubbing my pussy
while I pretended Steve was doing it.

"The first time  I did it,  I didn't think  about all the  noise I was
making and Mum came into the  room because she thought  I was having a
bad dream.  Luckily  I'd finished and when  she got there  she told me
I'd have to stop eating before bed if it happened again.

"Well it did happen again and again,  every night, but she never heard
because I stuffed  a hankie  in my mouth.   It  did feel  good, but it
wasn't the same as when Steve did it and  I couldn't wait till the two
weeks were up.

"Finally they  were  and  as  soon as  my  work  for  the  morning was
finished, I saddled up  a horse and cantered  all the way  over to his
place with my pussy pressed against the saddle tree.  Lucky for me his
parents weren't  there,  because  I could  hardly  walk  from  all the
orgasms I'd had on the way over.

"Steve heard me ride  up and came outside.   He had to  help me out of
the saddle I was so wobbly and he was  nearly carrying me as he helped
me inside  and led  me to  the couch.    He went  outside and  took my
horse's saddle off.

"When he came back inside, I asked him  how long his parents were gone
for and he  said the  rest of  the day.   Immediately  I ran  into his
bedroom and started to  take my clothes off.   I was so  quick that he
was still taking his  boots off and I  ripped all the  buttons off his
shirt, I was so impatient to get him undressed.

"Finally I could see what I wanted, and I  didn't give him time to get
his pants off before I pushed him onto the bed and started to suck his
cock.  A minute later he filled my mouth with  his sperm and I let him
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"When he stood up I was  lying on his bed, with my  legs spread and my
hands holding my pussy open for him.  He got the message and stuck his
tongue where I  so desperately  wanted it.   Because of  my practicing
with my fingers, I was able  to tell him what felt good  and I got him
to use his  fingers inside my  vagina while he  licked me  at the same
time and when I came, it  felt even better because  I had something to
squeeze on.

"After I came, he crawled up  and lay down on his side  next to me and
we started  kissing.   After  a few  minutes,  I could  feel  his dong
getting hard and  pressing into my  hip.  I  pushed him  over onto his
back and sat on  top of him,  rubbing my pussy  backwards and forwards
over his dong.  It started  to feel good all over  again and I guessed
that it felt good for him  because he started pushing  his hips up and
down.

"As I was  rubbing my pussy  on his cock  I started to  wonder what it
would feel like inside me.  I told him I wanted him to put his dong in
my pussy like the  horses had done.   At first he was  scared he would
hurt me, so  I told him  I'd tell him  if it hurt.   After  a bit more
coaxing from me he agreed and got off him and got down on my hands and
knees.  Hey, it was the only way I knew how to do it.

"Well Steve was so horny he  didn't bother to correct me  and I got my
first fuck doggy style.  He  just knelt behind me  and started to push
his dong into me.  It did hurt a little  bit in and achy stretchy sort
of way, but mostly  it felt good and  I pushed back against  him.  His
dong felt much bigger in my pussy than in my  hand and I grunted a bit
as it slowly slipped into my little pussy.

"Finally I could feel his hairs tickling my bum and he was all the way
inside me.   It felt  so good,  I was  stuffed full  and I  groaned in
disappointment when he pulled out.   I felt so empty.   Then he pushed
it back in.   I  was still  pretty tight  but it  moved a  bit easier.
Still, his dong was pulling the lips of my pussy  in a bit with it and
my clit dragged along his cock.

"Ohh boy, it felt so good, I started cumming straight away.  Behind me
Steve was clenching  his teeth  and trying to  hold off.   He  told me
later he  knew a  fuck should  last longer  than that  and he  made me
giggle when  he  said he  was  thinking  of fucking  my  mother  so he
wouldn't cum.  That made me picture him kneeling behind the fat tub of
lard that  was  my mother  and  then I  pictured  my dad  in  the same
position and I totally lost it.  Dad  looks like one of those starving
kids in Africa, all  belly and pipe cleaners  for arms and  legs.  And
the thought of Dad having to search through  all those rolls of fat to
find Mum's pussy and then lifting  his gut up to rest  it on Mum's fat
arse while he fucked her, was too much for  me.  Steve ended up having
to chuck a glass of water over me to stop my hysterical giggles.  Then
I had to do the same to him after I told him what was so funny."

"When are you going to do vat to me Daddy?" Pixie suddenly asks.

"Do what darling?"

"Put you donger in my pussy Daddy."  she tells him, exasperated by his
apparent denseness.


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"You're too little, I don't want to  hurt you darling." Steve tries to
explain.

"I don't care." she declares, "I want you to fill my tummy with you're
sperms.  Pleeeeese Daddy." tears begin to well up in her eyes.

"Oh shit, don't do that Pix."

"Why Daddy?" The tears are streaming down her cheeks and then she goes
for the crotch shot.  "Don't you love  me any more?"  No bawling, just
broken hearted little girl.

Steve really does look like  someone has kicked him  in the balls, his
face is ashen and  he cringes like a  beaten puppy.   "You're going to
hurt her either way." his wife  tells him, "But the  sting of a busted
cherry will go away."

Steve sighs, "O.K. darling, Daddy's going to fuck you."

"Now Daddy?"  The tears are  instantly gone, and she squirms excitedly
in his lap.

"After Mummy  finishes  her story."  Steve  tells his  daughter  and I
believe I'm the  only one  to see the  sly little  smile that flickers
across Pixie's lips.

"Anyway, back to my fuck.  Steve managed  to hold out through my first
orgasm with his dong in me and  another two before my clenching little
pussy got too much for him  and he sprayed his sperm  inside me.  Then
he collapsed on top of me  and knock me down.  It  felt so good that I
didn't object to his weight, even though it  was a bit hard to breath.
Finally his dong shrunk enough to fall out of  me and then I asked him
to get off.

"He apologised and  I told him  not to be  silly because  it felt good
till his dong fell out.  We cuddled and kissed for a while and he told
me we could do it other ways than like animals.  Of course I wanted to
try them straight away.  He  wasn't very hard so I  sucked him till he
was and then asked him what  to do.  He got me  to lie down on my back
and he got between my legs and we did it that way.

"In all, we fucked  four times that first  day.  I think  the best was
when I sat on top of him, because we could both play with my clit.  Or
maybe it was just  because it was the  last time and  he lasted nearly
half an hour before he squirted inside me.

"Finally, no mater how I sucked  him he wouldn't get  hard and we gave
up.  It was  only then, that  we noticed the  mess we had  made of his
bed.   The bedspread  was absolutely  saturated  with sperm  and pussy
juice.  We pulled it off  and washed it, luckily it was  a hot day and
it dried before  his parents  got home.   After that  we always  put a
couple of towels  under us  when we  used his  bed.   We had  a shower
together and I was able to suck one  last little dribble of sperm from
his balls and then I had to get home.

"After that we usually managed to fuck, or at least get each other off
with our hands, once or twice  a week for the  next eighteen months or


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so.  Then one  day my period  didn't come around  on time.   I was too
scared to say anything to anybody, even  Steve.  Then I missed another
period and I was absolutely terrified.  This  time I told Steve and we
started to  make all  sorts  of wild  plans  about him  getting  a job
somewhere and me moving in with him.

"Unfortunately Mum counted  up and worked  out that I  hadn't used any
pads for  two months  and  that was  it.   She  started  screaming and
yelling and called me every name under the sun.  She dragged me off to
the doctor and had a test  done and that confirmed it,  I was well and
truly pregnant.

"Because Mum was so hysterical, the doctor made her wait outside while
she had a talk with  me.  I asked  her how I got  pregnant when we had
always been so careful never to have sex during my period and that was
when I found out that Steve had been wrong.   You see, he thought that
you could only get  pregnant if you had  sex during your  period.  And
so, because of embarrassment and misunderstanding when Steve's dad had
'that little talk' with him and  because Mum was so hung  up on sex, I
was pregnant.

"The doctor asked me how long  we had been having  sex and who started
it.  Then she  asked if I'd told  anyone who the father  was yet and I
said no, but everybody knew.  That's  when she told me about statutory
rape and hearsay evidence and that if  my boyfriend and I didn't tell,
it didn't matter what everybody else KNEW, they  had to prove it.  She
was really nice she  even let me use  her phone so I  could ring Steve
and warn him not to say anything.

"When Mum came back in  she started ranting and  raving all over again
and the  doctor  said that  if  she didn't  calm  down  that community
services would  probably take  all her  kids  away.   It was  an empty
threat  but  it  sure  scared  Mum.     The  doctor  wrote  down  some
instructions for me  and Mum took me home and called the cops.

"They came around and  Mum started her screaming  and yelling all over
again, demanding that they go and arrest Steve and bring him back here
first so  she could  let him  have it.   The  cops calmly  listened to
everything that Mum had to say and asked me if Steve was the father of
the baby.   I just told  them the baby  was mine whenever  they or Mum
asked.  In the  end the cops said  they couldn't do  anything unless I
admitted who the father  was.  When Mum  said she'd make  me tell, the
WPC got  very cold  and  said that  from  then on,  she  and community
services would be checking  up with me  and if there  was any evidence
that Mum had forced me to do anything, she'd be the one in court.

"The WPC spoke with  me alone for a  few minutes and told  me that she
was sorry  I had  to stay  with  my mother  but the  alternatives were
usually worse, unless things got really bad at home.  She then gave me
a card with her name and the phone number of the police station on it,
she wrote her own number on it too and told me to call any time of the
day or the night if I had any problems.

"Mum was a bit calmer when  community services came around, because of
what the doctor said.  They  said the same things as  the police, if I
wouldn't tell, then there  was nothing they  could do.   I had another
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"The next two  weeks were  pretty bad.   My chickenshit  dad spent the
whole time fixing fences that had needed fixing for years and Mum kept
on trying to trick  me into saying it  was Steve.  She  kept on making
phone calls to his place until they had  the number changed and in the
end I got  her to leave  me alone by  threatening to say  it was Dad's
baby.  I  think the only  reason she didn't  hit me  then, was because
somebody from community services was coming around the next day.

"After that we just ignored each other, she  fed me and did my washing
and I did my jobs around the place until I got too big.  I didn't care
though because I had Steve's baby.   The worst thing was, Mum wouldn't
let me go anywhere near his place and he didn't dare come near me.  So
for the next two years we could only talk on the phone when Mum had to
take something to dad and  I could steal a  few minutes.  Occasionally
the WPC would visit  and she would take  a letter for me  and bring me
any that Steve mailed to her for me.

"Finally Brendan  was born  and social  security started  to pay  me a
pension and child support.  I started to  pay board and refused to let
Mum have anything at  all to do with  Brendan.  Her idea  was to adopt
him and then pretend that I'd never had a  baby, but I was having none
of that.  I washed all of his  nappies, did all his feeds, everything.
I wouldn't even let her drive us to the clinic or buy his food, I used
to pay  our other  neighbour  to drive  me  into town  when  they went
shopping.  In the whole two  years I remained with  my parents I think
Dad drove us in once when Brendan had a fever.

"Then one day about two months before  I turned sixteen, Dad broke his
arm and Mum had  to drive him into  town.  My little  brothers were at
school (I'd had school of  the air since before  Brendan was born.) so
as soon as they left I took Brendan with me  to see his father for the
first time.

"Steve's parents were  really cool.   His dad kept  on apologising for
stuffing up his birds  and the bees  talk with Steve,  until finally I
told him,  'Shut up,  here's your  grandson.'   They  didn't  even say
anything when I grabbed Steve's hand and dragged him into his bedroom.
I guess  they  figured that,  if  our relationship  had  survived that
previous two  years it  was a  solid one.    We fucked  up a  storm, I
screamed  and  I  yelled  and  tore   his  back  to  ribbons  with  my
fingernails.  It was so good, that I vowed that  I was not going to go
without sex again.

"When we came out of his room, Brendan looked very solemnly at me, but
my smile reassured  him that  I was  happier than  he'd ever  seen me.
Steve's parents just grinned at us and said they hoped I'd do a better
job of  explaining all  the noise  to  Brendan than  they'd  done with
Steve.

"When his mother saw how  carefully Steve leant back  in his chair she
went over and made him stand up and turn around.  His back looked like
I'd whipped him, blood was soaking  though in stripes right across his
shoulders and all the way  down his back.   'You obviously needed that
bad.' She said to me as  she told Steve to go and  wait for her in the
bathroom.

"Brendan just decided  that if nobody  else was  worried about Steve's
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horsey ride.   So Steve's  dad got down  on his  knees and  played the
bucking bronco for his grandson.

"It was getting  on when  Steve returned,  so I  kissed him  a tearful
goodbye and went home.  Mum  was waiting for me,  but before she could
get warmed up, I told her she'd regret it,  if she said one more word.
She took me at my word  and we didn't say a single  word to each other
for the next two weeks.

"We did a good job, Steve  and I, that day.  So  I just packed my bags
and walked out into the kitchen  and said the last  words I ever spoke
to her. 'Mum I'm pregnant and I'm moving  out.'. I picked up the phone
and rang Steve  and asked  him to bring  the ute.   He  asked what was
wrong and I  told him that  I was pregnant  and I wanted  to move into
town.  He  told me not  to be stupid  I was coming  home with  him.  I
heard him speaking with somebody telling them what I said and he tells
me 'Mum says you're coming here too.'

"Ten minutes later he pulled up out the front and we loaded everything
of mine and Brendan's into the back.   The whole time Mum watched like
a hawk to make sure I didn't take anything that wasn't mine.  As I got
in the cab Mum  said her last words  to me. 'Good  riddance you slut.'
Steve wanted to  make an  issue of it  but I  told him  to get  out of
there.

"I'd barely gotten my stuff moved into the spare room at Steve's place
when a caseworker  from community  services arrived.   That vindictive
bitch of  a  mother  was  trying  to  get  Steve  into  trouble.   The
caseworker wanted to make an issue of my  moving in here, saying I was
admitting the  paternity by  moving in  with  Steve.   Steve's parents
pointed out I was moving into the  spare room and that proved nothing.
Steve's mum then  called the caseworker's  bluff and  pointed out that
there was nothing to stop me  leaving home at fifteen  and by the time
the paperwork was processed I'd be sixteen anyway.  She didn't say I'd
no longer be jail bait, but the caseworker knew that's what was meant.
After that the caseworker gave up and left.

"On my sixteenth birthday Steve gave me an engagement ring and I moved
into his  room.   However  it  was  another two  years  before  we got
married, because Mum refused to give her permission, saying she didn't
have a daughter.  Steve's dad helped Steve get  a job here in town and
just before Pixie was born we found a place of our own to rent.

"About a  year  later, Steve's  parents  sold the  cattle  station and
bought up a place to retire here in town.   Then a week after I turned
eighteen we got married, with  our own ready made  page boy and flower
girl and we found out Steve's parents had bought this place as well as
their own.  Their wedding present  to us was to give  us a mortgage on
this place at well below the rates a bank would charge.

"We didn't have a honeymoon.   Why should we?  We had  our own more or
less private  beach right  at  our door.    And that  was  when things
started with our kids.  On our wedding night.   Pixie woke up a little
scared because of the new house and she woke Brendan.  The two of them
then walked in on  us, just as  we were consummating  our marriage and
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"We were a little  surprised when Brendan announced  their presence by
asking what we were doing.  I climbed off Steve, shit, I jumped, and I
was about to yell at them  when I thought of my mother.   No way was I
going to be like her.

"So I lifted Pixie up onto  the bed and sat her in  my lap.  Her nappy
was wet and her  plastics were leaking a  bit, so I  undressed her and
sent Brendan to get a wet face washer and a towel.  When he came back,
he'd taken his  pyjamas off, because,  if everybody else  was naked he
didn't see any reason not to be either.

"Steve and I leaned  back against the headboard  and the kids snuggled
up between us while we  thought furiously about how  to explain sex to
an eighteen month old toddler and a three and a half year old.  In the
end we told  them pretty much  everything, explaining  about sperm and
eggs (Brendan was very sceptical about the eggs) and how Steve put the
sperm inside me and the baby grew inside my tummy and came out when it
was big enough.

"Of course Brendan wanted to know if we were  going to have a baby and
I had to explain I  was taking special medicine  so I wouldn't. 'Why?'
he asked.   (That  word should  never be  taught to  children.)   So I
explained that doing the things that made  babies was so much fun that
we did them all the time and I took the medicine so that we would only
have a baby when we wanted one.

"About then, Pixie grabbed Steve's cock  in both hands and said 'soft,
why?'.   Steve gently  pried her  fingers  off and  told her  that she
shouldn't do that.   She replied,  'Why? Wanna see.'  and made another
grab for it.   There  was Steve holding  his daughter's  hands to keep
them off his cock and  he looked at me  as if to say  'How do I handle
this?'

"I just shrugged and said  'Let her look, she'll  forget about it soon
enough.'  Steve let her hands go and straight away she took hold of it
again and started  to examine his  cock and balls.   Of  course as she
moved his cock  around it  started to get  bigger and  this absolutely
fascinated Pixie.  She got  closer and closer too  it until her breath
was tickling  the hair  on his  balls and  he was  hard enough  to cut
bricks without a bolster.  Suddenly she kissed  it on the end and said
'Nice, Daddy big.' and Steve almost lost it.

"I hadn't thought through my decision to let Pixie look at her father,
because the next thing I knew Brendan was  trying to get my legs apart
so he could look at me.  Steve laughed  at my shocked look and reached
over to help his son pry my legs apart.  I gave up.  I scooted down in
the bed a  bit and pulled  my legs back  so Brendan could  have a good
look.

"Much to Steve's relief  Pixie abandoned his cock  and got down beside
her brother  and the  two of  them  started to  poke around  inside my
pussy.   Brendan kept  on asking  what  all the  different  parts were
called and except for vagina I didn't have a clue.

"And that, Sherry, was the real reason I asked you all those questions
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"Their touch was  getting me  very aroused and  I started  to get very
wet.  Brendan  asked if I  was widdling and  I explained  that the wet
stuff made my  vaginal slippery  so Steve's  cock would  slide inside.
Suddenly Pixie pushed her whole  hand and half her  arm into my vagina
so she could feel.  Her knuckles hit my G-spot and that was it, I came
and I came hard.  My  pussy clamped down on her hand  and I would have
kicked the kids,  except Steve grabbed  my legs as  I let  go of them.
Fortunately the kids were used to hearing me scream as I came, even if
this was the first time they'd seen it,  because Steve said it was one
of the loudest he'd ever heard from me.

"When I recovered enough to take  notice of my surroundings, Steve was
laughing and I asked him what was so funny.  He told me that Pixie had
said my pussy had hugged her hand.  That made me giggle too and I said
I wanted it to hug something else.

"Unfortunately Brendan had other  ideas.  He wanted  to see what sperm
looked like and Pixie said 'Me too.'.  Steve was going to jerk off for
them but I was feeling wicked  as I said 'Let the kids  do it.'  I got
Pixie to wrap her hands around his cock and  move them up and down and
at the same time I got Brendan to gently play with his father's balls.
Once they got the idea, they took turns to masturbate Steve.

"It only took a couple of minutes for Steve  to cum, and as luck would
have it, Pixie was the one holding his cock when it happened.  He came
so hard, he got  the first shot in  his face, right  between the eyes.
The next one got him in the chin and the  rest went onto his chest and
stomach.  The last few dribbles coated Pixies fingers.

"I wasn't  thinking  too straight  by  then, I  just  leaned  over and
started to clean Steve's  cock with my mouth.   I sucked  it clean and
licked my way up  to his chest and  face.  When I  sat back, Pixie was
finishing off licking her  hands clean.  She  looked straight at Steve
and asked, 'More num-nums?'

"His face   looked so  shocked that I  cracked up  and it  was a while
before I could  explain that  I took a  while for  Steve to  make more
sperm.  I wanted the kids to get back to sleep, so I called a halt and
tried to send them  back to their room.   They wouldn't have  a bar of
it, they were  willing to  sleep, but  they wanted  to sleep  with us.
Giving in to  the inevitable,  we pulled back  the covers  and let the
kids wriggle in between us.

"Now Steve, why  don't you  tell everybody  how you  woke up  the next
morning?"

Steve looks at his  wife and grins.   "O.K. Well it was  like this.  I
was dreaming about the kids jerking me off and how good it felt, In my
dream Brendan started licking along my  cock and Pixie started sucking
and licking the end.

"It felt so incredibly real and I was about to cum, when I realised it
wasn't a dream, they really were sucking  and licking my cock.  Before
I could stop them, or myself, I started  to shoot off in Pixies mouth.
Instead of her spiting me out like I  expected her to, she sucked even
harder and it was only when her mouth filled up that she let go.  Only
one spurt hit her cheek  before Brendan's mouth took  her place and he
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"Both of  them swallowed  the mouthful  of  cum I'd  given  them, then
Brendan surprised me  by licking  the his  baby sister's  cheek clean.
Neither one of  them had noticed  that I was  awake so I  kept my eyes
half shut to see what they'd do next.

"Having given me a blow job,  Brendan decided to see  what it was like
to get one and he pulled  Pixie's head down to  his limp little prick.
She showed absolutely no  reluctance to suck her  brother's cock, so I
didn't intervene, but continued to watch.  When Pixie sucked his prick
into her mouth, he  got a very  surprised look on  his face, obviously
this felt much better than his hands and he let his eyes half close as
he got a dreamy look on his face.

"I looked back  down to  where his  cock was  hardening in  her mouth.
Lord, did I get a surprise,  my little boy had a  cock that would have
put a ten year old to shame.  It was as long as my thumb and nearly as
thick."    Steve  holds  up  his  hand  with  his  thumb  extended  to
illustrate.  Watching them really got me  going and my cock grew until
I was as hard as ever.

"It was obvious that  Brendan was enjoying  his first blow  job and it
wasn't long before instinct took over and  he started to move his hips
back and forth. He  was fucking his  baby sister's mouth  and his hips
were moving faster and  faster.  He  did not know  what was happening,
but he  wanted it  to happen  and  his face  was screwed  up  with the
strain.

"I was about to intervene,  because I was sure  that he'd hurt himself
straining for a release that wouldn't  come until he hit puberty, when
he proved me  wrong, suddenly he  stopped thrusting and  I watched his
hips jerk as he climaxed.  Pixie was disappointed that he didn't shoot
but Brendan reminded her that he was too young and she cheered up.

"Suddenly they noticed that I was  stiff again and they both descended
on me.  I decided it was time to 'wake up' or I wouldn't have anything
to give my new wife.  As  we hadn't properly consummated our marriage,
that could have been a problem.

"Just as  Pixie grabbed  my stiff  cock  I opened  my eyes  and lifted
myself up on  my elbows.   Both kids  squeaked a  bit in  surprise and
Pixie said, 'num-nums nice.  More  Daddy?'  I told  her it was Mummy's
turn and she  was about to  wake Barb when  I got this  great idea and
stopped her.

"Barb's a pretty heavy  sleeper, so she  didn't wake up  when I pulled
the bed clothes  the rest of  the way off  her and  exposed her entire
body.  She was lying on her back and her legs were slightly parted.  I
gently pulled her legs a bit further  apart and started to massage her
pussy.  She moaned a bit but remained asleep and it wasn't long before
she was wet enough for what I had in mind.

"I told Pixie to  suck her brother again,  which she was  happy to do,
though she was a little sorry that told her to  stop as soon as he got
hard.  Next I lifted him so he was on top of  Barb and I held his cock
to the entrance to her pussy.  From there, he knew just what to do and
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of times but soon got  the hang of it  and I was able  to sit back and
watch my three year old son fuck his mother.

"Barb started to  wake up  and she  put her  hands on  Brendan's butt,
thinking it was me.  Suddenly she realised the bum she was holding was
way to small  and she could  feel his breath  on the  underside of her
tits instead of  the top  of her  head.   Her eyes  flew open  and she
jerked up onto her elbows to look.  Her movement dislodged Brendan and
he looked up  at her and  asked, 'Why'd ya  do that for  Mummy?' as he
pushed his cock back into her pussy.

"Barb was pretty wild eyed as she looked around and caught me grinning
at her.   Once she  figured out it  was my  idea she  grinned back and
started thrusting her hips  back at her  little boy.   Meanwhile I sat
with Pixie in my lap, my cock between her legs and pressing up between
her tiny pussy lips.

"It didn't take long  for Barb to cum,  and her cunt  squeezing on his
cock set Brendan off.  He then surprised me by resuming his humping as
he started fucking Barb all over  again.  Barb came  again and then it
was her turn to be surprised as Brendan's thrusts got faster an faster
then stopped as he  jerked on top of  her.  The thought  of her little
boy cumming was too much for her and she came again.

"When she recovered her eyes opened  wide in surprise, because Brendan
was still going  strong.  About  two minutes later  they came together
again and finally Brendan stopped.   When she recovered Barb looked at
me and said, 'Shit I never thought he'd be able to cum at his age, but
he came twice without stopping.'   'three time actually,' I said, 'you
missed the first  one because  you were cumming  at the  same time and
about five minutes before that he came when Pixie sucked him off.'

"She then said, 'Well if he can cum, why  don't you see if Pixie can?'
Shit that surprised me  and I asked 'You  want me to fuck  her?  Shit,
I'd split her  in half.'   Barb told  me not to  be stupid  but use my
tongue.

"Pixie didn't really understand what was going on, but she soon caught
on when I lifted her up  to my mouth and licked the  length of he tiny
crack.  She immediately spread her legs and giggled as she said, 'Nice
Daddy.'  She was so light I was able to  rest her legs on my shoulders
while I held her with my hands under her bottom and shoulders.

"She wriggled and  squirmed so  much that I  nearly dropped  her, so I
lifted her down and lay her  on the bed.  Barb showed  her how to hold
her legs back while I lay down with my  face about two inches from her
little pussy.  Then I decided to have a  proper look at her and pulled
back a little.   Even with  her legs pulled  back like  that, her baby
pussy was  nearly closed  and I  could only  just see  a hint  of pink
within her tiny crack.  Just below it was her little pink bum hole.

"I'd often seen her like this before, but  this was the first time I'd
looked at her in  a sexual way and  also the first time  I hadn't just
finished cleaning up toxic waste.  I took a good long look then I used
my fingers to pull her pussy lips apart.  The inside was only a little
pinker than the rest of her  skin and glistened with my  spit.  At the
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grain of wheat and at the bottom her little pussy hole didn't look big
enough to admit a pipe cleaner.

"By this time Pixie was getting impatient,  and she said 'More lick me
Daddy.'  Not wanting  to disappoint my  little elf, I  stuck my tongue
out and  dragged it  from  her little  pink  bottom hole  to  he belly
button.  I surprised her so much she let her  legs go and kicked me in
the ear.  'More Daddy.' she told me as she pulled her legs back again.

"For a few  of minutes  it looked like  she was  too young  to have an
orgasm.  Certainly  she was  enjoying what I  was doing,  squealing an
wriggling so much, that I had  a hard time keeping  my tongue where it
belonged.  I was  about to stop when  suddenly she got  very quiet and
her movements became less random.  She started  to push her hips at me
when my tongue passed over her tiny hole.   I made my tongue stiff and
tried to push it inside her  and I was surprised  when her tiny vagina
opened up enough for my tongue  to slip inside so the  tip was able to
touch her cherry.

"This let me know she wanted  something inside her so  I tried to push
my little finger into her as I licked at her little clit.  Again I was
surprised, the tip of my finger  actually slipped into her little hole
until I  was ran  into her  hymen.   I didn't  want to  hurt her  so I
stopped there, while I continued to flick her clit with my tongue.

"A minute later  she had  her first  orgasm, her  little body  went as
stiff as a board and I could feel  her little vagina squeezing the tip
of my finger as  she squealed with pleasure.   I sat up  and pulled my
finger out of her vagina  when she finished cumming  and a few seconds
later she opened her eyes and  gave me a smile that  just about had me
crying for joy.

"The next thing I  know, she leaped up  and wrapped her  arms about my
neck and  said 'Again  Daddy?   That's nice.'  as gave  me a  hug that
nearly choked me.

"By then Barb was so hot that she wanted me to fuck her right then, so
we compromised.  I lay on my back with  Pixie sitting on my face while
Barb sat on my cock and fucked me while Pixie and Brendan watched.

"Both Barb and I were so  worked up that it only took  her a minute to
cum and I was right there  with her spraying so much  cum into her hot
pussy I thought it'd come out her ears.   Once Barb and I had finished
our fuck I was  able to concentrate on  Pixie and a  couple of minutes
later she had her second orgasm.

"I lifted Pixie off my face onto the pillow beside me and Barb climbed
off me and lay down  on the other side  of Pixie.  The  two of us were
cuddling our little girl when  I felt Brendan's tongue  and lips on my
cock, cleaning up the mixture of mine and Barb's cums.

"Pixie heard my  gasp and  looked to see  what had  caused it.   For a
second it looked like she was going to fight Brendan for my cock, then
she must have  thought about where  I'd just squirted  my cum, because
she wriggled from between us and started to lick Barb's pussy.

"The sight of her doing this caused my cock to begin stirring and when
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Barb wasn't in  much better  shape and  a minute  later we  both came.
Barb on Pixie's arm and tongue and me in Brendan's mouth.

"We were both so exhausted by our cums  that at first we didn't notice
what the kids were  up too after they  stopped playing with  us and it
was only  when Pixie  squeaked in  discomfort  that we  looked  to see
Brendan trying to stick  his big cock in  her tiny pussy.   We stopped
them and explained that Pixie was still too small to fuck and it would
hurt her too much.  They were a little disappointed but Brendan agreed
not to try fucking his sister until we said it was O.K.

"It was only then, that it  hit us and we started  to think about what
we had done.   Barb and I talked  it over and came  to the conclusion,
that there was no  way it was going  to stop without  going to lengths
that we were just not prepared to consider.   There was no way that we
were going to bring up the  kids in the same  climate of ignorance and
fear that like we had been.

"And that folks is how our kids came  to be sexually involved with us.
I hope you aren't too put off by the age at which they started"

"That's nothing." Sherry  says, "Chloe  here gave  her first  blow job
when she was only six months old and  Ken popped her cherry before she
was two.  Though it looks  like Pixie's going to  get her first proper
fuck a year earlier than she did."

Steve looks at Ken and asks, "Do you want to tell us about it?"

Ken is about  to reply when  Pixie pipes up,  "You said  you'd fuck me
when Mummy finished her story and I waited for you too."

We all laugh and Ken says, "Later.  It looks like you have a job to do
first."

Steve laughs  at this  and  lift and  turns  his daughter,  so  she is
sitting on the  edge of  the table facing  him.   "So sprout,  are you
ready to go home and fuck your Daddy?" he asks.

"If you want Daddy," she replies, "but  I fought we all played games."
She waves her arm encompassing everybody at the table.

Steve looks a little shocked at this and looks  at his wife.  She just
looks back and says, "If that's what she  wants, why not?  Besides the
thought of an audience for my little girl's first fuck is making me so
hot, that I want to take on every prick here."

Steve pokes his  daughter in the  belly, causing her  to giggle, "O.K.
sprout if you want it, you got it."

Pixie squeals with  delight and  tries to take  off her  dress, a task
made harder  by her  sitting on  the hem.   Sherry  speaks up  at this
point, asking, "Wouldn't it be more comfortable on a bed?"

Pixie stops trying to struggle out  of her frock and  we all move into
Sherry's bedroom.   Sherry and I  are the last  to enter  the room and
when we do, Steve  asks, "Is that what  I think it is?"   He points to
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"It's a video camera."  I tell him, "I  hired it to make  a few movies
staring Mara and Chloe."

"Well, would you mind taping  this for us?" he  asks, then adds, "I'll
replace the tape and it we'd love to have a permanent record of this."

"Shit!" I reply,  "Forget the  tape, just  make sure  you don't  get a
permanent record FOR this."

"Not a hope, I'll  make a case that'll  erase any tapes  inside it, if
it's not opened properly." Steve tells me.

He then starts muttering to himself about coils and power requirements
until Pixie, cries "Daddy!" bringing him out of his reverie.

"Sorry," he says and explains, "Electronics is a  bit of a hobby and I
was working out what I'd need to make something like that."











































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Chapter 21              - Movie Moguls.



"Daddy can we please fuck?" Pixie interrupts plaintively, reminding us
of the .task at hand.

"In just a minute darling," Steve says, "Geoff's going to make a movie
of us and he needs to set thing up."

"A movie!" Pixie shrieks, "With me in it, really and truly?"

"Yes, really and truly.  Think you can wait?"

"Uh-huh." she  replies,  she  then notices  Chloe  fumbling  under her
skirt. "Hey Chloe, whatcha doin'?"

"Gettin' rid  of these,"  Chloe holds  up  the pair  of  ben-wah balls
Sherry gave her and explains, "they're in the way."

Seeing the balls reminds Mara  of the shopping trip,  she dives on the
packages on the  bed and  asks, "Hey Mummy,  whatcha get  me?" Without
waiting for an answer, she begins to tear the packages open.

Sherry grabs one of the  packages as Mara reaches  for it, "That one's
not for you, it's for Katy and Lena."

Ignoring Mara  and her  explorations, I  open  the case  and  grab the
manual for the camera.   A quick skim  through tells me all  I need to
know and I start taking things out of the case.   In the case with the
camera is a small high power  flood light which can  be mounted on the
camera, the  instructions say  that with  the  light, battery  life is
reduced to ten minutes, so I  set it up to run off  the mains and drop
in a cassette.

Mara is playing around with  something from one of  the packages and I
decide to use her for a test subject.  Firing up the flood and turning
it on her, brings the, to be expected,  result.  She looks directly at
the camera  and  speaks rather  stiltedly,  as she  holds  up  a small
triangular device with straps.  "See what my  Mummy got for  me at the
shops."

I sigh  and point  to the  'record LED'  next to  the lens,  "See this
light, you've got to  wait for it to  come on, because  that means the
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"O.K.," she replies, "can we try again?"

I lift  the  camera  back  to  my  eye  and  watch  Mara  through  the
viewfinder.  She is seated rather stiffly,  with her hands in her lap,
squinting a little because of  the flood she waits  for the red light.
When  I  start  the  camera  rolling,  her  face  looses  what  little
expression that remains  and she woodenly  recites, "See   what  Mummy
got  for  me  at  the  shops.  How  does  it  work  Mummy?"

Sherry's acting is not much  better as she moves  into the picture and
begins to  explain,  her  glance  flicking  between  the  camera,  her
daughter and the  object of interest,  "It's a  Venus butterfly Honey,
you wear it inside your knickers and it buzzes on your clit.  You turn
it on and off with this."

"Oh,  can  we  try  it  Mummy?" Mara  asks as she pulls her frock off,
maintaining eye  contact  with the  camera  till the  last  second and
regaining it as soon as the dress clears her head.  Standing she keeps
her eye on the camera as she stoops and slips her knickers off.

Sherry straps the device on her  daughter, tying the elastic straps at
the back to make it fit and flicks the switch on the control.  Nothing
happens and  flushing red  she gets  the battery  from the  packet and
slips it into the control box.

This time when Sherry  activates the switch,  a very faint  hum can be
heard and the first real expression appears  on Mara's face.  Her eyes
widen in surprises and her mouth  forms a little 'O'.   Sinking to sit
on the bed, her  eyes loose their lock  with the camera  and she looks
down at the  gently humming  device covering the  top of  her hairless
little slit.

Concentrating on the feelings emanating from her clit, she now ignores
the camera  and  her fingers  move  to  poke the  plastic  box  at the
junction of her legs.  She  gasps at the change  in sensations and one
hand moves to rub her  nipples as the other  slips further between her
legs and she starts massaging her pussy lips.

I start  to experiment  with the  different  functions of  the camera,
zooming in for  a tight shot  of the expression  on her  face and then
panning down her body  just in  time to catch her fingers disappearing
into her vagina.  I hear a click and  the faint hum from the butterfly
rises in pitch as Sherry increases the power setting.  I zoom back out
until Mara's entire body is framed in the viewfinder as she falls onto
her back, moaning softly.

Mara's fingers are  a blur, the  heel of her  hand constantly shifting
the mechanical  masturbator  on  her clit.    Sherry's  voice suddenly
intrudes from off  camera, "Just  think Honey.   Daddy's going  to see
this when he gets home."

For a moment  I curse  her interference as  Mara is  reminded that her
actions are being  recorded and  she looks  straight into  the camera.
However her orgasm catches up with her, her eyes roll back in her head
and she arches clear of the  bed as she squeals  in pleasure.  Loosing
sight of her face  I tighten the shot  until her wide  spread feet are
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the centre, four fingers of her right  hand are deeply embedded in her
vagina.

As her orgasm subsides and she falls back to the  bed I zoom in on her
face.  Her  eyes are half  lidded and her  lips as  slightly parted in
post-orgasmic repose.    I  can see  her  nostrils  flaring  with each
shuddering breath she takes.

Suddenly she remembers the camera  and her eyes open  wide as she once
more stares at the lens.   Seeing this, I stop  recording and kill the
flood before setting the camera on the table beside the bed.

I say, "We need  to see how that  went.  I  only get one  take for the
main feature and I don't want to stuff it up."

I pop the tape from the camera and all of  us move out into the lounge
room. I turn on the TV and push the tape into the VCR, rewinding it as
the TV warms up.  As I sit down on  the floor between Sherry's knees ,
Chloe, who has been shadowing me, plonks  herself in my lap, lifts her
skirt and tucks my fingers into her knickers.

I idly fondle  Chloe's damp  mound as I  wait for  the tape  to finish
rewinding then press play on the  remote as the tape  comes to a halt.
There is a few seconds of snow, then the picture stabilises.  We watch
Mara's normally  mobile  features  stiffen  and  listen  to  hers  and
Sherry's stilted words.

Suddenly Mara's  voice  rings our,  filled  with dismay,  "I  sound an
idiot!"

I turn  to look  at her  and she  has  her face  half turned  to Ken's
shoulder as she watches  the screen out of  the corner of her  eye.  I
turn back to the TV and examine the picture critically.  The close ups
aren't too bad, but in the wider shots, the areas outside the reach of
the flood are dim and hard to see.

We watch the short sequence through to the end, and I'm pleased to see
that where Mara looked into the camera, just before she came, actually
looks good, the blissful  expression on her  face easily recognisable.
We can actually see her  labia alternate between red  and white as she
cums on her hand.

As the  picture dissolves  into static,  Steve comments,  "Good camera
work, but We're  going to need  more light.   I've got  a few portable
floodlights, I'll get them and some patch cables  so we can set up the
TV as a monitor."

As he rises, I have a thought and turn to Barb. "You say you work in a
creche, do you by any chance have any teething gel at home?"

"I think so." she replies,  adding, "That's not a  bad idea, it should
take some of the sting out of having her hymen torn."

"And Steve can use it too," I say, "I once read about a bloke using it
to desensitise his cock so he'd last longer."

Sherry decides, that with all  the extra light, my  room in the centre
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to collect things, she sends the  kids out to play in  the pool.  Then
she, Ken and I  start to rearrange the  furniture, moving the wardrobe
and dresser out into Mike's room and  shifting the bed into the middle
of the floor.

As I was moving the wardrobe, I'd noticed something odd about the base
and once  we  had the  room  arranged  to Sherry's  liking,  I  go and
investigate.   Tilting  the wardrobe  back  against the  wall,  I feel
underneath it, the air space that should  be there is all but missing.
The wardrobe has a false bottom.

I call Sherry and show her what I have found.  She says "I didn't know
that was there.  This wardrobe is Carl's,  he brought it with him when
we got married.   Now let's  see what my  husband has  been hiding all
these years."

We remove the  boxes and piles  of books that  fill the  bottom of the
wardrobe and begin  a minute examination  of the interior  after a few
minutes, Sherry finds a knot in the timber that depresses but we can't
find anything  that opens,  the entire  bottom  is a  single  sheet of
timber that is solidly fixed in place.

As we continue  our explorations, Steve  comes up behind  us and asks,
"What have you found?"

Turning to  face him,  Sherry rubs  the  back of  her head,  where she
bumped it and tells him, "Geoff found a secret compartment in the base
of the wardrobe, we've  found the trigger  but we can't  find where it
opens."

"Here let me  look." Steve  says.  I  move out  of the  way and Sherry
shows him the knot.   Then she too  gets out of the  way as Steve runs
his fingers around  the bottom  of the wardrobe.   Suddenly  he cries,
"Ah-ha!"  He  holds the  button in  and slides  his fingers  under the
bottom edge and slides out a shallow drawer that is the full width and
depth of the wardrobe.

Inside the drawer  we see a  number of Playboys  and similar magazines
from the seventies.  Sherry looks at us  and wonders out loud, "Why on
earth is he hiding these?  We've got much more interesting stuff, more
or less out in the open, in our room."  She lifts them out to see what
else is in  the drawer  and underneath we  find a  lot of  super eight
movie reels and two video cassettes.  Each of the reels is marked with
a date and  the cassettes  are also  dated in  such a  way that  it is
obvious that the films have been compiled onto the tapes.

As Sherry is trying to puzzle these out I remove the last two items in
the drawer.  A  brown paper bag  containing what feels  like some more
magazines and a photo album.

I hand the bag  to Steve and I'm  about to open the  album when Sherry
speaks, "These dates go from  before I met Carl  until just before our
wedding.  But I still don't understand why they're hidden here."

I open the album and the answer is there,  While I'm trying to pick my
jaw up,  Steve  says from  behind  me, "I  think  these  might explain
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Sherry looks and her jaw drops, her  mouth works soundlessly for a few
seconds before she  gets her voice  under control.   Incredulously she
exclaims, "That's his little sister Cheryl!"

She snatches the album from  my hands and starts  to flick through it.
The first page shows a photo series of a little girl about eight years
old stripping for  the camera,  the last one  on the  page showing her
holding her the lips of her bald little pussy  open.  On the next page
is a similar set showing Carl, at  about sixteen, the last picture has
him standing in profile with an impressive hardon, almost as big as it
is today, sticking out from his groin at a forty five degree angle.

Barb and Ken come up behind us as Sherry continues to page through the
album.   Barb's voice  surprises us  as she  observes, "It  looks like
Carl's got a dirty little secret.  Somehow, I don't think Mara's going
to have any trouble seducing her Daddy.   Or her grandad." She adds as
Sherry turns the page to reveal a six year old Cheryl sucking the huge
cock of a man who bears a passing resemblance to Carl.

Five dripping  and  naked  children  enter  the  room  and  Mara  asks
curiously, "Whatcha doin' Mummy?  Are you ready yet?"

Sherry answers, "Um, no, not yet.   Geoff found something interesting,
that Daddy had hidden and we stopped to look at it."

"What is it Mummy,  can I see?"   Without waiting  for permission Mara
comes over and  looks over  her mother's  shoulder.   "That's Grandad!
Wow he's sure got a big cock!  Who's she?"

All the other  kids crowd  around us as  Sherry answers,  "That's your
Auntie Cheryl,  when she  was little,  Honey." Her  voice is  a little
distracted as she is still coming to grips with her newfound knowledge
about her husband.

"Wow Grandad  and Auntie  Cheryl did  things  together?   Is  Daddy in
there?  Can  I see?   Does this  mean Daddy wants  to fuck  me?"  Mara
excitedly jabbers, running her questions together  and not waiting for
a response.

Sherry holds her hand up to still her excited daughter, "Yes, yes, yes
and yes I don't think there will be any problems getting Daddy to fuck
you.  Why don't we look at this together  while the men get the lights
and things set up?"

"O.K. Mummy." Mara answers.   "What's in  the bag?"   she snatches all
but the  forgotten  paper  bag from  Steve's  fingers  and  three slim
magazines fall to the floor.  One of  them lies open, revealing a full
center spread.  Twin girls, about ten years  old and two boys of about
eleven and sixteen.   The sixteen year old  is lying on  his back with
one of the twins  impaled on his cock,  the other is on  her hands and
knees between  the older  boy's  legs, licking  her  sister's hairless
cunny, and the younger boy is fucking the kneeling girl from behind.

"Wow it's  got pictures  of kids  fucking." Chloe  snatches it  up and
starts leafing through it. "I can't read the writing." she complains.

I look at one of the other magazines and discover that the printing is
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"But I want to know what it says." Chloe pouts.

"I wouldn't worry about it."  Sherry says, "Make up your own story and
if these are  anything like  regular adult  magazines, it'll  be close
enough."

Barb takes a seat on the floor beside Sherry and the kids crowd around
them. While Steve,  Ken and  I would like  to continue  looking at the
pictures, we decide that making our own would  be even more fun, so we
tear ourselves away and head for the  pile of equipment Steve has left
by the front door.

There are two  five hundred  watt quartz halogen  floods and  four one
hundred an  fifty watt  incandescents.   There  are also  a  number of
portable dimmers and several  coiled extension cords.   We carry these
into my bedroom and Steve comments, "We need  to get these up near the
ceiling or they'll overload the camera."   He then calls out, "Sherry,
can we drill these walls, so we can mount the lights?"

She yells back, "Yeah go for it, just don't make too big a mess."

"O.K., we won't."  Steve replies.  He then sends me down to the garage
for the stepladder.   When  I return he  has out  a cordless  drill, a
studfinder and a packet of screws laid out on the bed.  Setting up the
ladder in the  corner, he  finds a stud  and mounts  the first  of the
smaller floods.  Working quickly he mount  the rest of the lights, the
four smaller ones in the corners and the larger two, on either side of
the bed.   He then  wires them together  with the  dimmers, taping the
cords to the wall near the ceiling with  a single cord running down in
one corner to a power point.

He switches  them on  and the  room  is flooded  with light,  the only
shadows being under the bed.  Next we  carry the TV and video recorder
into the room and set them  up on a small table in  the corner.  Steve
gets the  patch cables,  which appear  to be  bought cables  with long
lengths of coax spliced into them.  He connects the camera and the VCR
together and tapes the cables into a neat bundle with the power cable,
so that whoever is operating the camera is able to move freely.

He switches the camera on and does something  to the VCR and a picture
of the corner of  the bed appears on  the screen.  Steve  picks up the
camera and  pans around  the room,  zooming  in on  my selfconsciously
grinning face.   He mounts the  camera on the  tripod and  makes a few
minor adjustments to  the get  the light even  then calls  "O.K. We're
ready."

Mere seconds later the kids fly  into the room and  jump onto the bed.
Only marginally slower, Sherry and Barb are  close behind them.  For a
few brief moments, the kids wrestle  on the bed, then  one by one they
come to a  halt, staring  at themselves on  the TV.   Pixie's  face is
particularly funny as she  faces the camera, her  eyes crossing as she
tries to look at the screen at the  same time, finally she manages the
feat and bursts into giggles as she sees her expression.

"O.K.," I say, "That's something we have to fix.  Kids, you can't look
at the camera  or the  TV like that,  you've got  to pretend  it's not
there.  Otherwise you'll  look as silly  as Mara did  before, or Pixie


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did just now.   The same  goes for when  you speak,  don't think about
what you are going to say, just say  whatever comes into your head and
look at whoever you are speaking  too, not the camera.   You only look
at the camera  if you're saying  something to the  people watching the
movie."

Sherry then says, "Brendan, you wanted  to see how Mara was different,
now that she's  not a  virgin." He nods  and she  continues, "Well why
don't the girls all lie down on the bed so we  can see?  We'll use the
camera too and that way you can all see just what you look like on the
screen."

"But Geoff just  said, don't  look at  the TV."  Chloe says,  a little
confused.

"This is different," Sherry explains, "but  you're right, normally you
don't."

Giggling, the  three girls  push the  boys  off the  bed and  lie back
pulling their knees  into their armpits,  Pixie between  the two older
girls.  Steve  moves behind  the camera  and takes  aim at  the girls,
getting all three in  the frame.  Ken  then surprises us  by moving to
sit next to his sister and  starting a fairly professional documentary
style commentary.

"Here we have three  young girls and they  are going to  show us, what
makes a girl a virgin.   This is my little sister  Chloe, she is seven
years old and I've been fucking her since she  was five years old.  As
you..."

Steve calls, "Stop!", bringing Ken's commentary  to a halt, "I want to
record this.  Where did you learn that?"

Ken replies  a little  self consciously,  "I  do drama  at  school, my
teacher reckons I'm O.K."

"In that case you've just volunteered  to be director and producer for
this little company."  Steve tells him.  He than loads a tape into the
camera and asks, "O.K. mister director, what do you want us to do?"

Ken swiftly gives instructions to Steve and  all of the kids and takes
a seat on the corner of  the bed with Brendan and  Mike sitting in the
middle and the girls standing to one side.

Steve dismounts the camera  from the tripod  and lifts it  to his eye.
He gets all three  boys in the frame  and begins recording.   When the
red light comes on, Ken waits a few seconds and begins.

"Hi, I'm Ken and the boys with me are Brendan who is six years old and
his best friend Mike, who  is five." The camera  zooms in on Brendan's
face as  he  is introduced  then  pans to  Mike  before  pulling back.
"Earlier today, Mike told Brendan that his sister, Mara, was no longer
a virgin  and Brendan  wanted to  know  how she  was different  to his
little sister, Pixie.

"O.K. girls,  why  don't  you  come over  here  so  they  can  see the
difference?" Giggling selfconsciously,  the three girls  move to stand
beside Ken at the foot of the bed and Ken pulls Chloe to stand between


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his knees.  "This is my  little sister Chloe," the  camera zooms in on
her face then pans down her body as Ken continues, "she is seven years
old and I've been fucking her since her fifth birthday."

Next he draws, Mara in to take Chloe's place between his knees.  "This
is my little sister's best friend, Mara,  she is Mike's sister and she
is seven years old too, but her birthday is net week.  A few days ago,
she had an accident.  She slipped and fell on  a log and that tore her
hymen, she is waiting  for her father to  come home at the  end of the
week, so that he can fuck her and take her virginity properly.

Finally Pixie moves  between his  knees, shouldering  Mara out  of the
way, "And this, impatient little one, is Pixie, she is only four years
old.  Today she is going to give her virginity to her father, and that
is why she is so eager, she is in a hurry to get this over with so she
can get fucked.

Ken then helps  her to lie  back on the  bed between the  two boys and
they lift and separate her legs,  exposing her glistening vulva to the
camera.  "As you can see her tiny little  pussy is very tight and when
I pull her pussy lips apart you can see her hymen inside her pussy."

The other  four  children move  their  heads are  close  together over
Pixie's pussy  and  Ken has  to  pull Mara  back  a little  as  she is
blocking the view.  Ken takes his hands  away from the little twat and
addresses the children "Now kids,  why don't you, one  at a time, very
gently feel her  pussy?   That way, you  can see  what a  little girls
virgin pussy feels like.  Mara, you're the eldest, you go first."

Mara leans forwards, getting  in the way  of the camera  again and Ken
unobtrusively guides her into  a more suitable position.   She extends
her hands and separates  Pixies plump little pussy  lips, slipping the
tip of  one finger  into the  tiny  vagina to  feel the  thin membrane
blocking deeper  penetration.   With another  finger she  explores the
tiny pearl that is already peeking from beneath it's protective hood.

Pixie is obviously  enjoying the attention  and cranes her  neck in an
attempt to see better.   However Mara's  head blocks her  view, so she
turns to the TV  screen, giggling when  she sees her  baby mound being
fondled by Mara's gentle  fingers.  Mara has  forgotten the camera and
is now  concentrating  solely  on the  immature  little  pussy between
Pixie's chubby thighs.   Suddenly  she lowers her  head and  licks the
length of the Pixie's  tight slit.  "Mmmm  Pix!  You  taste good." she
says and returns to licking.

Once more Ken's  hands guide Mara  into a more  congenial position for
the camera  and tucks  an obscuring  strand of  hair behind  her ears.
Mara laps  away for  a little  while, then,  just as  Ken is  about to
intervene, Chloe beats him  to it, "Don't  be a pig  Mara, let someone
else have a go."  She then tussles with her friend, trying to push her
out of the way.

While  they  are  wrestling  over  Pixies  tiny  body,  Brendan  takes
advantage of the situation and releasing the  leg in his hand he moves
beneath the  struggling  pair  and straight  away  begins  kissing his
little sister's smooth mound.  Immediately the two girls stop fighting
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"Me!" Mara cries back, "You started it."

"Well I'm  next then."   Chloe  gives Brendan  all of  fifteen seconds
before tapping him on the shoulder, "My turn."

Reluctantly He gives up his place  over his squirming sister and Chloe
begins to  explore the  virgin pussy  with  her fingers.    She gently
pinches an pulls on the tiny clit and is  rewarded by a little cry of,
"Do it again." from  Pixie.  Then with  a dramatic flick  of her head,
she swirls  her long  black tresses  over  one shoulder  and carefully
lowers her mouth to  Pixie's upthrust mound,  her eyes are  on Mara as
she does this, as if to say 'see I'm better than you'.

As Chloe goes down on his little  sister, Brendan sits back and starts
playing with his rock  hard cock.  Idly  I glance at  the movement and
look back to where Chloe is  exploring Pixie's cherry with her tongue.
Suddenly I realise what I just saw and  jerk my head back to Brendan's
groin.  'Shit!' I think, 'The little  bugger's prick is damned near as
big as Ken's'  Beside me I hear Barb's  giggle at my reaction and then
Sherry's gasp as she too sees the piece of equipment between Brendan's
legs.

Mara too, sees the disproportionately large piece of man meat and sees
an opportunity to upstage  her friend.   Being careful to  keep out of
the way of the camera, she crawls to his  side and pushes him onto his
back, lowering  her lips  to surround  the, relatively  massive shaft.
Seeing the movement  in the  corner of the  viewfinder, Steve  pans to
them, just in time to catch Mara's mouth covering the swollen glans of
his son's cock.

With deliberate slowness, Mara  slides her lips  down Brendan's prick,
nudging his hand aside as she goes.  As she  nears the base we see her
larynx bob,  as she  takes him  into  her throat.   Then  noticing the
camera is on  her, she  puts her mother's  lesson in  giving head into
practice and starts bobbing  up and down on  Brendan's cock, releasing
it from her lips  every few strokes  to rub the  spit slickened member
over her face.   She  looks like  a professional  porn actress  as she
swirls her tongue  around the  spongy head then  gobbles her  way back
down the shaft.

In  less  than  thirty  seconds  Mara's   voracious  attack  has  it's
inevitable effect  and  Brendan's fingers  tangle  in her  hair  as he
forces her  lips down  to  the base  of  his shaft  and  shudders with
ecstasy.  When he releases her, she lifts  her face clear of his still
stiff shaft, and  looks at Chloe.   Her challenging  look saying, 'Ha!
Beat that.'

Steve pans the  camera back  to the other  children and  pulls back to
include Ken in the  shot.  All other  activity on the  bed has stopped
during Mara's  assault  on  Brendan's  big  prick  and  Ken  takes the
opportunity to speak. "O.K. Mike it's your turn to look at Pixie."

Tentatively Mike reaches out  and prods Pixie's pussy  lips then jerks
his hand back,  like he's been  stung. "Yuck!   It's got  girl spit on
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From off camera Sherry  reassures him, "It's all  right Mike, it won't
hurt you,  that just  makes  it slippery  and  feel better.    Now try
again."

Once more Mike's  hand moves  into the frame,  this time  remaining in
contact with the smooth skin  of Pixie's tiny pussy.   "It's soft." he
comments as he rubs his  fingers over the little  girls mound, he then
adds, "And it's  hot too."   Becoming bolder  in his  explorations, he
uses his other hand to hold her puffy  labia apart and slides a finger
into the pink  crease between  them.   As his  finger passes  over her
little clit, Pixie gasps and pushes her hips  up at him.  Mike giggles
at the reaction he has caused and pushes her button again.

Again Sherry speaks, "Why don't you lick it Mike?  Like everybody else
did.  Pixie will really like that and you will too."

Mike gives his mother a dubious look but complies, slowly lowering his
face to  Pixie's glistening  mound.   Stopping  a few  inches  away he
sniffs, detecting nothing nasty,  he closes the gap  and takes a small
exploratory taste.  For a few seconds  he looks thoughtful as he tests
the flavour.  He then takes  a longer lick that  extends from the tiny
hole at the bottom  to the stiff little  button at the top.   Again he
tests the flavour, then  having detected nothing noxious  he begins to
lave the entire area of Pixie's tiny mound.

At first he shows  no technique, just unbridled  enthusiasm, but as he
continues, he  begins to  take note  of  Pixie's reactions  and starts
concentrating on her pulsating clitoris.  His eager assault, on top of
the other's earlier oral ministrations, soon  have her approaching the
peak that Chloe had abandoned her at to watch Mara and Brendan.  A few
moments later she  locks her  legs around his  head and  whimpers with
pleasure, as she bucks  and heaves through  an orgasm.   At first Mike
struggles to  escape,  but  something changes  and  we  hear  an eager
slurping as he returns to licking her tiny slot.

Finally Pixie's legs relax,  but Mike continues to  lap at her swollen
little pussy, ceasing  only when  she pushes his  head away.   He then
turns to face his  mother, grinning happily, "You  were right Mummy, I
did like it and it tasted really good when she started jumping."

"That's called an orgasm Honey." Sherry tells her son, "You made Pixie
feel really good."

"He sure did," Pixie says, "He's nearly as good as Mummy and Daddy and
he IS better than Brendan."

Mike's grin threatens to cause the  top of his head  to drop off, when
he hears this  and he leans  over to kiss  Pixie.  A  moment later his
head jerks back. "Yuck!  She licked my lips."

Everybody laughs at this,  the camera shaking with  Steve's mirth.  He
stops recording as he gets himself  back under control.  Sherry starts
to speak, but  Ken interrupts  her, saying, "Wait  until the  we start
filming again." Once everybody is silent,  Steve lifts the camera back
to his eye and resumes recording.

Sherry speaks,  "Try  again  Mike, you  liked  licking  her  pussy and
kissing like that is fun too."


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This time, Mike takes his mother  at her word and  turns to hug Pixie,
who is now sitting up waiting for him.  Still he is a little tentative
as he presses  his lips to  hers.  He  jerks a little  as Pixie's tiny
tongue touches his lips, then tries to burrow between them.

After a couple of seconds Pixie pulls  back and says, "Open your mouth
silly." then applies her lips  to Mike's again.   She keeps her tongue
in her mouth to  begin with and her  eyes widen in  surprise when Mike
takes  the  initiative  and  prods  her  tongue  with  his.    Quickly
recovering, she returns the  favour and hugs Mike  to her, he responds
in kind  and  he  soon  looses  his  early  clumsiness  becoming  more
practiced with each passing moment.

As they continue  to kiss, Ken  resumes his narrative.  "Well, you can
see that  Mike  is getting  right  into his  first  tonguie,  and from
Pixie's earlier reaction, it looks like that tongue of his is going to
be very popular with the ladies.

"Now Chloe leave Brendan alone for  a minute and come  over here so we
can see what a well fucked little girl looks like."

Chloe giggles at her  brother's description of her  and crawls over to
him.  She gives him a quick kiss then  lies back, lifting her knees to
her chest and reaching  around her bottom with  both hands.  Inserting
two fingers of each  hand into her  vagina, she stretches  it open and
Steve zooms in  until we  can all see  right up  her fuck  tube to her
cervix, lit by the fill in flood attached to the camera.

"As you can see  the lips of her  pussy are well  separated, very well
separated at the moment.  Her pussy is able to open so wide because it
has been  stretched by  my  cock nearly  every  day for  the  last two
years."

As he speaks, Mike and Pixie break their clinch and move into position
either side of Chloe.  They  are goggle eyed at how  far Chloe is able
to stretch her little pussy.  "Wow, will mine  be as big as that after
you fuck me  Daddy?"   She looks directly  at the  camera as  she says
this.

"One day Sprout!" he replies.

"Oh, Goody."

As father and  daughter talk,  Brendan moves  up and  starts exploring
Chloe's gaping gash.  He pulls her  fingers from her hole and replaces
them with four of his own, pumping them in  and out as he twiddles her
engorged clit.  Chloe expresses her  appreciation of this treatment by
moving her  hips in  counterpoint to  Brendan's thrusting  fingers and
then crying out, "Suck it, suck my clit."

With a grin for the camera, Brendan proceeds to do just that.  Pursing
his lips around  Chloe's pulsing clit,  he sucks hard  drawing it into
his mouth and forcing  a happy squeal from  her lips.   By working his
fingers within  her  pussy and  flicking  his tongue  over  her little
button, Brendan soon  has the  little seven year  old on  the brink of
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Cruelly, Ken intervenes, drawing  Brendan back as he  says, saying, "I
think it's Mara's turn to look."

Mara grins  at her  groaning friend,  'Were  you nearly  ready  to cum
Chloe?" she coos.

"Yes and my bastard brother stopped it." Chloe hisses back, throwing a
nasty look at Ken.

"Would you like  me to  make you  cum?" Mara  grins, resting  her hand
Chloe's knee.

"Well, I don't think I'm going to.  Remember when we were watching the
movie?" Mara slides  her hand  up Chloe's  thigh, brushing  her finger
tips over  Chloe's  smooth, glistening  vulva,  snatching  her teasing
fingers away when  Chloe tries  to hump up  against them,  then laying
them on Chloe's  other thigh  and completing the  journey down  to the
knee when Chloe subsides back to the bed.

"Noooo," Chloe cries in dismay, "not that!"

"Why not?  That  was fun." Mara  says, "Anyway, I  think you've cooled
enough for Mike and Pix." She lightly slaps Chloe's shiny mound. "I've
seen this before."

Chloe groans as Mara moves aside, allowing the youngest two to examine
her cooling pussy.  At first their touch cools her further.  They take
a pussy lip each and stretch  it outwards as they  try to peer inside,
then releasing  Chloe's labia  they run  their  fingers along  the gap
separating Chloe's pussy lips.

First Mike then Pixie,  slip two fingers into  Chloe's dripping vagina
to feel inside.   Pixie  then grins across  at Mike  as she  curls her
fingers into a fist and  pushes it into Chloe's  body.  Chloe's bottom
leaves the  bed  and  she  cries,  "Yesss!"  then  "Noooo!"  as  Pixie
withdraws her hand with a obscene slurp.  Still grinning Pixie motions
for Mike  to do  the same.    Alternately, the  two  youngest children
plunge their small  fists into Chloe's  willing body,  giggling at the
wet farting noises made my their hands in her stretched vagina.  Chloe
cries, "Yesss,  Oh yesss"  with each  brutal  looking plunge  of their
fists into her writhing body.

Glancing around the room  I see that  both Sherry and  Barb have their
hands over  their  mouths and  in  each other's  knickers.    Mara and
Brendan have hold of each other's  genitals, but their hands are still
as they gape at the obscene show put on by the other three kids.

Ken, he has removed his pants and is kneeling behind his sister's with
his knees under her shoulders, her head is tilted back and half hidden
beneath him, with her lips wrapped around the  base of his prick.  The
cramped position does  not allow  for much  movement, but  between the
pushing and pulling on the lower part of  Chloe's body and what Ken is
able to achieve by rocking his  hips, half of Ken's  cock fucks in and
out of his little sister's mouth and throat.

Me, I  have my  cock in  my  hand and  I am  unashamedly masturbating,
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worst of it,  operating the  camera, he is  unable to  do anything but
struggle to keep the camera steady.

On about the fifth  or sixth plunge  of Mike's hand  into Chloe's well
lubricated hole, she cums, the muscles  of her pussy clamping so tight
on his  hand and  wrist that  he is  stuck fast.   Her  scream, though
muffled by Ken's cock, still reverberates  around the room, causing us
all to flinch.   Spitted between her  brother and Mike  her body flops
bonelessly her arms flailing  wildly.  For  half a minute  or more she
cums, until finally  unable to  withstand that  level of  pleasure any
longer, her body goes totally limp.

Shifting to lean over his unconscious  little sister's head, Ken fucks
her face for half a dozen rapid strokes before he withdraws and begins
masturbating furiously.   A  few seconds  later  his jism  arches over
Chloe's supine  form,  the  first  two  spurts,  splashing  on Pixie's
shoulder and chest.   The remainder leave a  pearly trail from Chloe's
raw looking pussy, over  her belly and chest,  to her chin.   The last
oozing dribbles of  his semen,  dripping onto  her closed  eyelids and
forehead.

With a relieved  sigh, Steve stops  recording and begins  to lower the
camera, then quickly lifts it back to his eye and restarts it as Pixie
and Mike begin to lap the semen from Chloe's senseless body.

Leaving her pussy for Mike, Pixie  begins cleaning Chloe's face.  Mike
looks askance at  the gooey white  fluid, then deciding  that if Pixie
likes it, it  can't be  too bad.   Starting at  the bottom  of Chloe's
gash, he  takes a  long swipe  along  its full  length, to  her navel,
collecting a goodly dollop of sperm on his tongue.  He rolls it around
in his mouth to test the flavour and he  decides he likes it.  Eagerly
he continues  licking the  pearly  fluid from  Chloe's  belly, meeting
Pixie at the bottom of her rib cage.

As they sit back on  their heels, he spies  the glistening splashes on
Pixie's body and  consumes them too,  Making her giggle  as his tongue
passes over  her tiny  nipples  and the  soft  fold of  skin  near her
armpit.

A groan from Chloe,  announces her return to  consciousness and we all
look at her as  she stretches, then  massages her swollen  pussy.  Her
eyes open and for a few moments they remain unfocused, her jaw working
soundlessly.  Finally  her eyes  begin tracking  and she  speaks. "Oh,
wow," she moans, "that was soooo good."

"That was awesome!" Mara cries. She  then laments, "Oh, why does Daddy
have to work?"

"Oh man, that  was the most  wicked thing I've  seen in  my life." Ken
groans.  "I  just hope  I don't  fall in  the next  time I  fuck you."
Chloe giggles  weakly at  his joke  as  he continues  for  the camera.
"Well, that is  one well  fucked little  girl.   My sister,  the human
glove."

Ken looks directly at the camera and Steve takes that as a cue to stop
recording.  He  puts the camera  down on top  of the TV  and drops his
pants, revealing his angry, purple cock.  "I've got a bit of a problem
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Both Sherry and Barb move to relieve  his suffering, but are beaten by
both Mara and Pixie, who move so  quickly they seem to teleport across
the room.   Mara wins by  a bees dick  and says, "You  can suck Geoff.
You said I could taste your daddy."

For a  second,  the  little  girl  looks  ready  to  fight  her bigger
neighbour, then her face  clears and she  cheerfully, responds, "O.K.,
I'm gonna get fucked before you anyway."  Having delivered this sally,
she comes to me  and without stooping, she  pulls my adamantine member
down to her lips and takes half the length into her mouth.

Already Steve is groaning, filling Mara's  hungry mouth with his seed.
Her throat working frantically  to keep up with  the massive load, but
she fights a loosing battle and a  white dribble leaks from the corner
of her mouth and down her chin.

I am only seconds behind  him, Pixie's tiny mouth  and her little hand
pumping the base of  my shaft, soon  have the white  hot fluid boiling
from my  balls and  burning  through my  cock.   Pixie  does  not even
attempt to swallow my prodigious spending, as he mouth fills she pulls
back and uses  both hands to  pump the remainder  of my  load over her
rapturously smiling  face.   With a  huge gulp  she swallows  and then
strips the last oozing droplets from my aching prick with her lips.

Lifting her into my arms, I kiss her and  suck her tiny tongue into my
mouth, tasting  myself on  her  lips.   Her  small size  allows  me to
thoroughly explore the inside of her mouth  as I chase her tongue from
my mouth with mine.  I then pull back and lick my semen from her face,
holding it in my mouth so that I can pass it back to her in a kiss.

A cry of  "Oh god,  she's insatiable!"  from Barb,  causes us  to look
around.   Chloe is  astride her  brother  impaled on  his  stiff cock,
Brendan is pounding away at  her arse and Mike  is standing over Ken's
chest, receiving his first blow job.

Chloe has both of Mikes balls  and his little stiffy  in her mouth and
her cheeks look like  they contain a  couple of wrestling  mice as she
works him over  with her agile  tongue.  Behind  her, Brendan stiffens
for a few  moments as he climaxes  then resumes driving his still rock
hard cock into her entrails.  A few seconds later Mike experiences his
first orgasm, his face screwing up, as he moans at the delicious agony
of his immature prostrate  pumping emptily.  His  legs begin to buckle
and Chloe releases his little cock and balls as Ken hastily raises his
hands and guides Mike to sit, panting, on the bed.

With Mike  out of  the way,  he takes  hold of  his sister's  hips and
begins pounding  away, sinking  himself once  into Chloe's  pussy, for
every two of Brendan's  rapid thrusts.   Her mouth free,  she lets fly
with loudly voiced  cries of encouragement,  as she  works towards her
orgasm.

Seconds later,  she  lifts  her  head  and  howls  with  pleasure, the
rippling muscles of her  abdomen sending, first Brendan  then Ken over
the edge.  With a howl of his own,  Ken pulls his little sister's hips
down, fully impaling her on his  cock as he empties  his balls for the
second time in fifteen minutes.  With exhausted groans, the three then
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At my feet  Sherry and  Barb are locked  together in  a 69, shuddering
through the throes of their own orgasms.

I set Pixie down  on the floor and  finish removing my  clothes.  Then
lift her into my lap as I sit on the end of the bed.  Quickly the rest
of the adults follow suit and soon everybody in the room is naked.

From his seat against  the wall, Steve asks,  "What happened while you
were watching the movie, to get such a reaction from Chloe?"

"Nothing much." I answer casually, "I just sat her on my cock and then
Mara and I kept her right on the edge for about half an hour."

"Your kidding!" he gasps, "She would have been a gibbering wreck."

"She was." I grin, "Tell the man Chloe."

"Uh-huh," she confirms, "I wanted to kill them, but then he dropped me
on his cock so it went right up inside  and I had the biggest, bestest
orgasm ever."

"I'll bet you did." Barb comments.

Suddenly Mike complains, "I'm hungry Mummy."  eliciting a chorus of Me
toos, from the rest of the kids.

Sherry laughs, "You were  born hungry."   She then looks  at her watch
and gasps,  "Shit!   It's  nearly  seven, no  wonder  they're hungry."
Turning to  her  neighbours,  she asks,  "How  about  we  fire  up the
barbecue and  all  eat here?"  The  kids squeal  with  delight  at the
prospect, and Steve and Barb are forced to agree.

Steve is entrusted  with the barbecue,  while Sherry  and Barb prepare
quick salads.  Sherry chases the kids off,  telling them to go play in
the pool.  While  Ken and I are  assigned to collect  the lounges from
the deck  over the  garage.   As it  overlooks the  street we  slip on
shorts, and a minute  later we have  them set up  overlooking the sea.
Even if we share we are  one short, so Steve tells us  to get one from
his place.

After the last lounge is in place, the kids  call us over to join them
in the pool.   Just as we are  about to climb in,  Mara asks, "Why are
you wearing those?"

Ken and I look  at each other and  shrug, the pool  isn't visible from
the street and the neighbours aren't a worry  any more, so we hang our
shorts on the  safety fence  and join the  naked squirming  mob in the
water.  Moments  later we wish  we had kept  our pants on  as Mara and
Chloe leap into our arms and begin rubbing their pussies against us.

As soon as we are hard  they abandon us and retreat  giggling.  With a
mock ferocious growl I start chasing  them around the perimeter of the
pool.  The younger  kids join my prey  and Ken joins me.   We maintain
our distance behind our giggling quarry and soon have a nice whirlpool
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On Ken and I the water barely comes up to our waists, but it is nipple
deep on  the tallest  of  the children,  so  when Ken  and  I suddenly
reverse direction we  are able  to breast the  flow, but  the kids are
carried, squealing helplessly, into  our arms.  Their  squeals rise to
giggling shrieks as Ken and I begin tickling them mercilessly.

A hand on my cock causes  me to look down, Mike has  hold of me and is
looking curiously at my half hard member.  Carefully I remove his hand
and say, "We don't do that outside, O.K.?"

"O.K." he agrees, then asks, "Why don't you have any hair?"

"Because your mother shaved it off."  I explain.

"Why?"

Now I know how  my grandfather felt.   I'm told that  was my favourite
question as a kid.  "Because she likes it  that way and the girls like
it too."

"Like what?" Chloe asks.

"My bald balls." I tell her.

"Yeah, I think they're cool and it's easier to get all the sperm."

She makes a grab at me and I tell her, "Not outside." too.  Then since
I have hold of her wrist, I tickle  her again, only relenting when she
threatens to piddle on me.   Not that that worries  me, but pissing in
pools IS bad manners.

We play  for another  minute  or so,  then  Sherry rings  the  bell of
summons and we receive  towels in the face  as we round  the corner of
the house.  Five minutes later the kids are eating 'pigs in a blanket'
and we adults have steak sandwiches.

Chloe seats herself,  straddling my stomach,  with the tip  of my half
hard cock  peeking from  beneath her  labia  and reclining  against my
knees.  In  this position,  I have a  very direct  view of  her pussy.
Looking at it, I find it hard to  believe the scene of depravity, that
I'd witnessed less  than half  an hour  before.   The entrance  to her
vagina has  returned to  it's usual  half inch  diameter and  the only
thing that show,  after being repeatedly  penetrated by  two fists and
her brother's cock, is a slight reddening of her pussy lips.

Everybody follows our example, Pixie being the  only one to sit with a
relative.

Mike is fascinated by  Barb's magnificent breasts and  now that he has
the chance to  stare, he  does so  unashamedly.   They are  well worth
looking at, each  is the size  of a large  rock-melon and  even in her
semi-reclining position they  retain a  well rounded  shape.   From my
position, facing her feet, I can see her plump pussy lips peeking from
between her  thighs, not  a single  hair  visible on  their glistening
surface and I know from seeing her standing, that the hair on her mons
is almost as sparse.   Indeed she is  close to being  what the Chinese
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conceal her pussy.   If it wasn't for  those incredible mammaries, you
could easily believe she was a girl just entering puberty.

Brendan stands contemplating Sherry's shaved mound for a minute or so,
before commenting, "I like it with no hair, you look like my sister."

As he takes his seat astride Sherry's stomach, his father says to her,
"You know, looking like that, you actually could be Mara's big sister.
Why don't you dress up like a kid?  It'll make Carl go ape."

"I intend to," she replies, "I got  something this morning that I know
will drive him  insane, especially considering  what we  found in that
wardrobe today."

"Oooh, sounds interesting," Barb inquires eagerly, "what is it?"

"You can just wait and  see." Sherry replies, "We'll  model it for you
after dinner."

"We?" Barb  raises her  eyebrow, Spock  style,  "You mean  you thought
about this already and got something for you AND Mara?"

"Wait and see."  Sherry repeats aggravatingly and changes the subject.
"You know, this would  be a good time  for Ken to tell  you his story.
Ken?"

Barb pokes her tongue  out at Sherry and  gives her a  dirty look, but
settles back as  Ken begins his  tale.  By  the time  he finishes, her
swollen labia are  a deep  shade of  pink and  a continuous  stream of
lubricants runs between her arse cheeks,  dripping through the plastic
strips of the banana lounge to the concrete below.

Steve is in  no better  shape, pre-cum dribbles  from his  a glans, so
distended with blood it looks bruised and pools on his stomach.  Pixie
helps matters, not at all, she is collecting the slippery fluid on her
fingertips and massaging it into her tiny slit.  Between the story and
his young daughter's actions, he looks ready to explode.

As Ken winds  down, Pixie looks  up from her  pussy to  her father and
asks, "Can  we do  it now?   I've  waited  ALL day  and you  just tell
stories."

"O.K. sprout," he replies, " as soon as we get packed up here.  But if
you don't stop doing  that," he nods  to where her  little fingers are
now idly  smearing the  pre-cum over  the  engorged tip  of  his cock,
"you're going to have and even longer wait."

Pixie snatches her  hand back  as though burned  and scrambles  to her
feet.   Snatching up  a nearly  empty  salad bowl,  she bolts  for the
kitchen, returning only  seconds later,  as the rest  of the  kids are
just sliding to  their feet. "Hurry  up slow  coaches." she admonishes
us, tugging on her father's hand.

With a grin he rises to  his feet and says, "Yeah, hurry  up!  My baby
wants to practice making a baby."

Five minutes later the  dirty dishes are in  a sink full  of water and
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another minute as she  gets a towel from  the linen press  and lays it
over the bed.   "There," she says, that'll  soak up the  blood and you
can take it home for a keepsake."

"Sherry!  That's  one of your  best towels." Barb  objects, eyeing the
huge, snow white towel, which covers  nearly the entire surface of the
double bed.

"Forget it," Sherry depreciates,  "An occasion like this  is worth the
best.  I just wish that something other than a bloody dead tree got my
little girl's cherry."

"At least you can let me replace it." Barb tries to insist.

"I said, forget it." Sherry then  ends the discussion by saying, "It's
a gift from me to Pixie."

"Hurry up,  I'm ready."  Pixie's voice,  from the  middle of  the bed,
causes us all  to turn and  look.  Spreadeagled  in the  centre of the
towel, is Pixie,  her tiny,  four year  old frame,  made to  look even
smaller by the vast expanse of the oversized towel.

"Not quite Honey!"  Barb, represses a  laugh at her  over eager child.
She turns  to rummage  through the  pile  of clothing  in  the corner,
turning back with a small green  and white tube.   "First we've got to
use this, so  it doesn't hurt  as much when  your cherry  breaks.  You
know you are going to bleed when that  happens and it's still going to
hurt, because your pussy is so tiny and  it's going to have to stretch
a lot?  Are you sure  you don't want to wait,  until you've grown some
more?"

"I know Mummy." Chloe  replies, "But I  really want Daddy  to fuck me.
Please Mummy!"

Barb sighs and  says, "O.K.  let's get  you ready  then."   She guides
Pixie to the edge of the  bed and places a pillow  under her bottom to
tilt her pelvis upwards.  Kneeling on the floor between her daughter's
knees, Barb extrudes  a small quantity  of a dirty  looking, brown gel
onto the very tip  of her forefinger.   With the fingers  of the other
hand she carefully separates her daughter's  labia, to reveal the tiny
hole, that is to accept her husbands penis.  She gently insinuates her
finger into  Pixie's tight  little vagina  and smears  the anaesthetic
over the fine membrane of her daughters hymen.

"Oooh, that's cold." Pixie objects with a giggle.

"Don't worry, Daddy will soon warm you up." Barb laughs in reply, "Now
let's stretch you a bit so Daddy doesn't have  to push too hard to get
started.  Steve get going with this."   She hands her husband the tube
of teething gel.

As Steve  begins to  apply the  anaesthetic  ointment to  his drooling
member Barb replaces the finger in  Pixie's little hole with her thumb
and gently  forces  it inwards  until  she touches  her  little girl's
hymen.  Turning to us, she asks, "Gents, who's got the biggest thumb?"

As we start to make comparisons, Sherry interrupts, "Hang on, I've got
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but it's just the thing for  this."  She hurries  into her bedroom and
returns a moment later with one of the packages she rescued from Mara,
tearing off  the wrapping  as she  goes.   Removing one  of a  pair of
identical cardboard boxes, she hands the rest of the package to me and
I drop it into my bag and kick it back under the bed.

Opening the box, she  extracts a smooth, hot  pink vibrator, the shaft
of which has a sharply tapered  wedge like tip, with  none of the life
like flare present  in her own  models.  Hang  on a sec,  while I wash
this." She disappears and returns a minute later, beads of water still
clinging to the eye searing fuck toy.

She liberally coats the first couple  of inches of the plastic phallus
with lube, leaving  a good  dollop on the  tip and  hands it  to Barb.
With a word of thanks, Barb  accepts it and pulling  her thumb free of
Pixie's tiny vagina,  she fits the  tip of the  plastic device against
her daughter's  hole and  begins to  push it  inwards with  a twisting
motion.

Pixie squeals at  the cold touch  of the lubricated  vibrator, then as
her mother stops, she says,  "Keep going, it's just  cold.  It doesn't
hurt."

"Well," she admonishes her daughter, "Just make sure you tell me if it
does hurt and we'll wait a bit until you get used to being stretched."
She resumes working the vibrator into  Pixie's vagina, the modest tool
looking obscenely large  against the  four year olds  minuscule pussy.
Each rotation of the pink shaft takes about five seconds and less than
a millimetre of plastic disappears with each twist.

Pixie's little  face  is  screwed up  as  she  fights  the discomfort,
finally calling a  temporary halt when  the entrance to  her vagina is
stretched to about an inch in  diameter.  She brushes  a tear from her
eye and breaths in short, shallow gasps  as her little pussy gets used
to being stretched.   After a minute or  so she says,  "Keep going, it
feels O.K. now."

Moving even slower than before, Barb continues to stretch the entrance
of her little girl's vagina  and it is another  two minutes before the
tip of the vibrator  comes to rest against  Pixie's hymen, her vaginal
opening dilated to about an inch and a half in diameter.

"How does  that feel Pixie?"  Barb asks her daughter.

Now that the intruding object is at  rest Pixie's face begins to relax
and she anxiously asks,  "Am I big enough  for Daddy's penis?   I fink
that's all I can stretch."

"I think so Honey."  Barb replies.

"But Daddy's penis is thicker than that."  Brendan objects.

For a moment or two Pixie's  face falls at the  prospect that she will
have to wait until she is bigger before her  father can fuck her.  Her
mother's reply though, brings a smile to  her face.  "Yes, but Daddy's
penis is soft and can be  squashed a bit, this vibrator  is hard so it
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"Oh," Brendan replies, "I didn't think of that."

"That's O.K.  Bren."  his  mother  says.  "Steve  How's    that  stuff
working?"

"Like I should  sue my  dentist for  poor aim."  He replies,  "I don't
think I'd feel it if you used a sharkskin golf glove on me." By way of
demonstration, he starts slapping  his cock from side  to side and the
motions of his hand are not gentle.  "See, can't feel a thing."

"In that case," Barb says, "I  think it's time for  our little girl to
loose her cherry.  Geoff, time for the camera."
















































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Chapter 22              - PIXIE



"I'm not  loosin'  my cherry."  Pixie  protests, as  I  reach  for the
camera. "It's a present for MY Daddy."

"And it's the  second best present  anybody has ever  given me." Steve
replies seriously as he crawls onto the bed.

Pixie is about to speak, just  as I get the camera ready.   I stop her
and say, "Start again, I want to get that last bit on tape."

We take a few  seconds to sort out  how we want things  to go and Barb
and Steve arrange themselves on the bed with Pixie between them.  Barb
hands the vibrator to Sherry, everyone is admonished to be quiet and I
begin recording.

"Steve, I think it's time for our little girl to loose her cherry."

"I'm not loosin' it.  It's a present for MY Daddy."

Steve wraps his arm  around Pixie's shoulder, and  hugs her tightly to
his side.  "And  it's the second  best present anybody  has ever given
me."

Pixie contrives to look  a little sad/disappointed at  this answer, as
we wanted and asks "Second Daddy?  What was your best present?"

Steve hugs her  even tighter  and answers, "You  were sprout,  you and
Brendan are the best presents anybody can ask for."

Somehow or other, Pixie  manages to twist in  her father's tight grasp
until she sits astride  his lap and  throws her arms  around his neck.
"Oh Daddy!   you mean  I'm bestest  AND second  bestest?"   She starts
plastering his face with kisses.

"That's right sprout."

"So I'm first  bestest AND second  bestest and  Brendan's ONLY first."
Score one for sibling rivalry. "Are you going to fuck me now Daddy?"

With a laugh,  Steve unwinds his  daughter's arms from  about his neck
and lays her back on the towel.  "Nearly there Sprout,"  Steve informs
her, "but  first Mummy  and Daddy  are going  to get  you all  hot and
bothered."


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Together, Steve and Barb  lean over their young  daughter and kiss her
eyes shut.  It is obvious  that she has had  this  done to her before,
her eyes remain closed as her  parents lips move on  to her cheeks and
she licks her lips in what can only be anticipation.

In unison, Steve and Barb  plant tiny licks and  kisses along the line
of Pixie's cheek bones to her ears  and the little girl's body squirms
slightly as they nibble with  their lips around the  edges of the tiny
shell like organs.  Her wriggles cease  as her parents take an earlobe
each,  between  their  teeth  and  tug  gently,  then  resume  with  a
vengeance, accompanied  by squeals,  as  tongues are  thrust  into her
ears.

Her body stills  as her  parents abandon  her ears  and nip  their way
along the line of  her jaw until they  meet on the point  of her chin.
As Barb moves  upwards to cover  her daughter's lips  with hers, Steve
kisses along the underside of  her chin.  Pixie's  head tilts back and
she moans, as  her father  reaches her throat  and opens  his mouth to
it's widest  extent.   Gently he  takes her  bared throat  between his
teeth and even in the tiny viewfinder I  can see her tiny pink nipples
pop up.  Zooming in until  one half of her  chest fills the viewfinder
and I can see the goose flesh surrounding her baby titty.

I expand the view  and move around a  little until I can  see past the
back of Steve's  head.   Barb's extended  tongue teases  her daughter,
flicking along the line  of her slightly parted  lips, barely touching
the moistened  skin.   Each time  Pixie extends  her own  tongue, Barb
playfully snaps  at  it and  it  quickly withdraws,  accompanied  by a
little giggle.  A few snaps later, Barb gives the rude little tongue a
long loving suck, and  begins kissing the chin  and under Pixie's jaw,
nudging her husband ahead of her as she goes.

Once more  they coordinate  their efforts,  each of  them moving  to a
shoulder and slowly kissing and nibbling their way down the outside of
their young daughter's arms.   Together they reach  her hands and draw
all four fingers  of each into  their mouths, before  sucking each one
individually.  Pixie giggles a little as  they turn her hands over and
begin to trace little circles in the  palms of her hands, just grazing
the skin with the tips of their extended tongues.

A small shiver passes through her body as they press their lips to her
wrists and begin the return journey up the insides of her arms.  Again
she shivers as their lips  and tongues pause at  the sensitive skin on
the insides of her elbows.  Involuntary  peals of laughter ring out as
they raise her arms and drag the  rough surfaces of their tongues over
the soft skin of her armpits.

When her  squirming starts  to become  uncontrollable, they  leave off
their tickling assault and trail their  tongues over her shoulders and
upper chest.  As their  heads bump together they  move lower and begin
tracing contracting  spirals  around  her  tiny  nipples,  with  their
tongues.

Just before they come into contact with the darker skin of her areolae
Steve and Barb switch sides, maintaining  contact with Pixie's skin as
they shuffle  their way  around her  body.   Now  their  tongues trace
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between her  tiny,  erect  nipples and  her  parents  teasing tongues.
Grinning her  parents  dodge  her moving  titties  and  continue their
outward journeys, then as they reach  the bottom of their ribcage they
make an almost simultaneous, darting assault on her baby nipples.

Pixie squeals in  surprise and arches  her back,  pressing her nipples
upwards against her parents  sucking lips.  She  moans in appreciation
as I see  their cheeks hollow  with the force  of their  suction.  For
half a minute or so they hold their mouths pressed to her chest, their
tongues rapidly flickering over the swollen nubbins of Pixies nipples.

When they abandon her  nipples, Pixie groans softly,  her chest rising
and falling  with her  rapid breathing.    Steve's and  Barb's tongues
trace the lines of their daughter's bottommost ribs, then begin laving
the entire area of Pixie's slightly rounded tummy.  She giggles at the
tickling sensations of  their tongues  on her  belly, then  squeals in
outrage and jackknifes  as first Steve,  then Barbara  plunge into the
sensitive dimple of her belly button.

They move  down  and outwards  to  the barely  visible  points  of her
hipbones and Pixie allows her body  to fall back to  the bed, her legs
scissoring apart to their widest extent.  I move back to a position at
the foot  of the  bed and  kneel,  zooming in  until only  Steve's and
Barb's heads fill  the viewfinder, their  daughter's gently undulating
pelvis between them.

At the junction of her thighs, the swell her puffy mound rising at the
base of her belly, it's highest point almost even with the upper curve
of her chest.  Even stretched apart  by her widespread legs, the halve
of her vulva are so  swollen with arousal, that  only the smallest gap
separates them and  only a  slight darkening at  the bottom  marks the
entrance of her vagina.

Steve and Barb trace the lines of  Pixie's four year old pelvis, their
tongues covering the soft skin between the  points of her hips and the
crease separating the  tops of her  thighs and the  prominent bugle of
her mons.  Their  tormenting tongues cover her  upper thighs, avoiding
the glistening upthrust  mound of her  pussy.  Finally  unable to take
the torture of anticipation any further, Pixie lifts her hips clear of
the bed and rocks her pelvis from side to  side in a futile attempt to
achieve direct stimulation  of her  sexual organs.   Almost  crying in
frustration she pleads, "Kiss my pussy Daddy. ... Mummy? ... Please?"

Grinning Steve and Barb, each plant a single kiss on her pouting labia
then begin  licking  and  nibbling  their  way  down  the  fronts  and
sensitive inner surfaces  of her thighs,  a broadening  of their grins
the only response  to her  bouncing hips and  frustrated cries.   They
briefly pause  at  her  knees opening  their  mouths  wide  and gently
closing their teeth on her kneecaps,  before nibbling along the length
of her shins and over the upper surface of her feet to her toes.

Each toe gets  individual loving attention,  as they  suck them singly
their mouths and massage them with their tongues.  Briefly they engulf
half of her feet sucking hard on her  toes then releasing them to drag
their tongues over the  soles of her feet.   Too aroused  to giggle at
the sensation, her  only reaction  is the  involuntary curling  of her
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Gently rolling the moaning little preschooler onto her face, Steve and
Barb begin at her  toes and rasp  their tongues the  short distance to
her heels.  Again her toes curl and I wince at the thud of her heel on
Steve's forehead.  He quickly shushes  her as she begins to apologise,
kissing the offending  heel and moving  onto her calf.   Their tongues
dip into the sensitive hollows at the back  of her knees and her lower
legs come up, forcing her parents lips and tongues onto her thighs.

Pushing her legs back to the bed,  they return to that sensitive area,
causing Pixie  to squeal  indignantly, then  seemingly  satisfied with
this reaction, they  return the  journey delivering kisses  and little
nips to the  backs of  their young daughter's  chubby thighs.   By the
time  they  reach  her  plump  buttocks,  Pixie  is  in  paroxysms  of
frustrated desire,  grinding her  fat  mound against  the  rough towel
rucked up between her thighs.

Steve and Barb kiss and bite softly on the quivering globes of Pixie's
tiny bottom then move  on to the small  of her back.   "Wusses!"  Mara
cries in outrage and before anyone can stop her she leaps onto the bed
and lies between her little neighbour's widespread legs, "You're doing
it wrong!" she tells them, then pulls  the white cheeks of Pixie's bum
apart and licks the length of the valley thus revealed.

As Mara's tongue passes over her tiny  little pucker, Pixie lets out a
shrill scream  and lifts  her hips,  offering  Mara an  easier target.
Mara eagerly accepts the proffered target, vigorously slurping away as
I move  around to  the side,  so  that I  can focus  on  Mara's tongue
plunging between Pixies buttocks.

Just as I  get into  position, Mara notices  that Steve  and Barb have
stopped and are watching her.   Briefly, she lifts  her head and gives
them a disgusted look, "Don't stop dummies,  even if you can't do this
right, you can  do the  rest." she says,  before lowering  her head to
return her tongue to Pixie's tiny little bum hole.

I zoom out in time to catch Steve and  Barb grin at each other, amused
at being told how to make love to their  daughter by a seven year old.
A muffled "Hurry up."  from between Pixies plump  buttocks causes them
to look like guilty schoolkids and they quickly comply, lowering their
lips to their  daughter's writhing  back.  As  Mara's head  comes back
into the frame I shift the focus back to her.

Out of the corner of her eye she must see  this in the monitor, as she
begins to move about until I can focus  on her little tongue moving in
teasing circles  about Pixie's  glistening  anus.   As  Mara's actions
continue I am forced  to expand the view  as Pixie's frenzied writhing
makes it impossible to keep  her little bottom in  the frame.  Somehow
or other  Mara  manages  to keep  her  tongue  against  Pixie's little
rosebud, but keeping her still is beyond her.

Just as I do pull back, Steve and  Barbara finish their journey to the
nape of their daughter's  neck and sit back.   "Are you  ready to fuck
Daddy Pixie?" Barb asks.

In answer, the  little girl  turns and pushes  Mara away,  sending her
much bigger neighbour flying  in an amazing display  of strength.  She
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parting the fat halves of her moistly glistening vulva, as she all but
screams, "Yes Mummy!  If I was any readier I'd burst!"

I pull back  further to  include the entire  bed as  Barb recovers the
tube of lube from where it is about to slide  off the bed and smears a
more than ample quantity over Pixie's  hairless vulva before squeezing
a big dollop into the  tiny hole between her  daughter's thighs.  Next
she pushes Steve  over onto  his back  and gives  his cock  a generous
coating of the  slippery gel,  leaving a large  blob quivering  on the
tip.

When he begins to rise, Barb  forces him back to the  bed and says, "I
think our little girl should get  on top, that way she  can stop if it
hurts to much."  She then  turns and helps Pixie  to stand astride her
father's hips, facing towards his head.

Quickly, I move  up near  the head of  the bed,  focusing on  Barb and
Pixie as she slowly bends her knees, lowering herself towards the cock
that Steve holds  upright beneath  her.  As  her tiny  pussy nears the
comparatively immense staff  of her  father's swollen prick  her knees
begin to tremble with  strain and Barb kneels  behind her, placing her
hands under her daughter's arms for support.

As her fat  little pussy comes  into contact with  Steve's member, she
halts and takes a  deep breath, which  is echoed by  everybody else in
the room.   Slowly Steve  drags the head  of his  cock back  and forth
along the length of  the crease between his  daughter's legs, smearing
even more of the lubricant  over the fat lips,  causing her to release
that breath.

Pixie pushes down a little and Steve  stills his cock, holding the tip
in position  against the  tiny entrance  to  her vagina.    She lowers
herself further  and  Steve's cock  skids  the length  of  her crease,
causing her  to  gasp  as  it passes  over  the  engorged  tip  of her
clitoris.   Lifting herself  back up  she  tries again  with  the same
result.  Then  on the  third attempt  it goes  the other  way, briefly
catching against her arsehole before she  can stop herself.  Unhappily
she cries, "It won't go in."

"Try holding your pussy open."  Barb suggests, "That way he's right up
against your hole.  And Steve hold it closer to the top."

Steve shifts his  hand, so  that only  the top  three quarters  of his
glans is visible and Pixie  reaches down to separate  her labia.  This
time, the tip  of Steve's cock  remains firmly  lodged against Pixie's
little hole.  Slowly  millimetre by millimetre her  tiny vagina opens,
Barb taking  almost  all  of  Pixie's  negligible  weight,  as Steve's
distended cock slowly enters her body.  finally her swollen pussy lips
rest against Steve's fingers and I zoom in for a brief close up of her
obscenely stretched  labia before  pulling back  to include  her whole
body.

Her tiny  face shows  a little  pain, but  mostly her  look is  one of
surprise, as Steve asks, "Does that hurt Honey?"

"A bit Daddy, but not as much as that fing Mummy used." She replies.




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"O.K. Honey," Steve tells her, "I'm going to take my hand away now and
you can keep going.   But stop if  it hurts too much,  I don't want to
hurt my baby girl."

"I'm not a  baby!" she cries  indignantly, "See?" With  this she drops
lower, forcing another inch and  a half of her  father's fat cock into
her body.

Fortunately Barb is still supporting her,  as her injudicious movement
drives the  end  of  Steve's cock  through  her  numb  hymen  into the
unstretched portion of her  love canal.   Beads of sweat  break out on
her forehead and  tears begin  rolling down  her cheeks,  from between
tightly closed eyelids.  For a few  seconds her teeth are clenched and
her breath hisses rapidly through her nose, as she gets the pain under
control.  Finally she quietly observes, "Ow, that hurt Daddy."

Almost simultaneously, Barb and  Steve both ask, "Are  you all right?"
and Steve goes on to ask, "Do you want to stop?"

Pixie's eyes snap open  at this and she  cries, "No!  I  just went too
fast.   I  want you  to  fuck me  properly  and squirt  inside  me and
everything."

"O.K. Sprout, just take it easy this time.  O.K.?"

For a  few moments  longer she  holds  still then  wriggles  her hips,
signifying her desire to continue.  Carefully Barb begins to lower her
tiny daughter  onto  her  husband's rigid  member,  pausing  each time
Pixie's breath catches to allow her to get used to being so stretched.
Finally the grimace  on her  face becomes even  more strained  and she
says, "Stop!"  as Steve's  cock comes  into  contact with  her cervix.
"That's it Daddy." she says, "I'm full."

From beside me  I hear  Sherry mutter,  "Full?   She's stuffed  like a
bloody Christmas turkey."

I zoom in  for a  closer look and  see that  Sherry is  right, Pixie's
pussy  lips  have  almost  totally  disappeared,  only  the  slightest
indentation above her clitoris remains and above that the bulge of her
mound is pushed into obscene prominence by her father's fat prick.

Pixie begins to speak and I pull back to get  all three of them in the
viewfinder.  She is looking down at where Steve's engorged penis fills
her tiny pussy,  half of  which still remains  outside her  body. "How
come it  won't all  go in  me Daddy?"    She asks  and tries  to lower
herself further.  She aborts her  movement almost before it has begun,
Crying "Ow!  That hurt's!"

Steve's voice is strained as he  replies, "I'm sorry Honey, that's all
that's going to fit.  Your  little vagina is just  to short inside, to
take any more of my penis."

Pixie looks disappointed  at hearing  this, tears of  unhappiness, not
pain, well up in her eyes and she says "I'm sorry Daddy.  If you don't
like it, I'll wait until I'm big enough."

"Oh Sprout!"  Steve exclaims, "your little pussy is so tight, it would
feel better than  anything else,  even if only  this much  fitted." He


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holds  thumb  and  forefinger   less  than  half  an   inch  apart  in
demonstration.

"Really Daddy?"  Pixie squeals excitedly, "Better than Mummy?"

"Better than  Mummy."  Steve  confirms, shooting  a  look  over Pixies
shoulder at his wife.

"Better than the first time?"  Barb asks in a mock dangerous voice.

Grinning at her Steve replies, "Even that."

Pixie looks up at  her mother's scowl,  but she can't  maintain it for
long, her scowl becomes strained, as she tries to growl, "You're going
to pay for that crack."

"Maybe just as good  as the first time  I fucked Mummy."   Steve tells
Pixie.

"That's better," Barb giggles, "maybe I'll let you live."

Pixie looks  from her  mother to  her  father and  deciding  that they
aren't really mad  at each  other, she bounces  on her  father's cock,
stopping with a wince  as his glans  bumps into her  cervix. "Hurry up
and fuck me Daddy, squirt your cream inside my little pussy."

Steve grins at his  eager little girl, "O.K.  Sprout, Daddy's going to
fuck his big fat cock in  your tiny little pussy and  fill you so full
of baby juice that it'll squirt out your ears."

Pixies giggles at this and tries to lift upwards, but the tight sheath
of her vagina grips her father so  tightly that she finds it difficult
to rise from her squat.  "Help me Daddy!" she cries.

Grinning at  her  predicament Steve,  lifts  his hand  and  wraps them
around her tiny waist, his thumbs  overlapping above her belly button.
He lifts her and at first it looks like he's going to pull her insides
out, her little cunt grips  him so tightly.   Suddenly, her pussy lets
go and an inch or so of his prick  slips free, accompanied by a squeal
from Pixie.  Concerned he holds her still and asks, "Are you all right
Sprout?"

"Yes Daddy, It didn't hurt, it just sup'ised me."

Reassured, Steve carefully  lowers his  daughter the inch  just gained
and then lifts  her again.   This time,  although the  skin around her
tiny vagina  still  puckers  outwards, things  slip  easily  and Pixie
squeaks as she jerks  upwards.  Slowly with  infinite care Steve pumps
his tiny daughter up and down on his  engorged cock, at first he keeps
the strokes short, gradually lengthening them,  until the flare of his
glans becomes  visible just  before he  pulls her  back down  onto his
cock.

At first  she grimaces  a little,  but  as the  muscles of  her vagina
loosen and stretch to accommodate her father's gently thrusting prick,
her expression becomes one of  surprise and wonderment.   I zoom in on
her pussy and Steve's swollen shaft, each  time he lifts her, her tiny
pussy everts, the pink  skin between her labia  stretching outwards as


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his prick  is  withdrawn.   Then  as  she comes  back  down,  the area
surrounding her  tiny  hole  is  drawn  inwards,  her  engorged little
clitoris dragging along his blood streaked shaft, all but disappearing
into her body alongside her father's prick.

As her first fuck continues, her breathing  speeds up and she moans as
her father's prick drags  over her sensitive little  clit, grunting as
his swollen  glans bumps  into her  cervix.   Suddenly  she  starts to
babble, and I  pull back  to include all  three in  the picture.   "Oh
Daddy!  It doesn't hurt Daddy,  it feels good when  you fuck me Daddy.
Daddy?  I want you to  fuck me all the time Daddy.   Please Daddy.  Oh
Daddy, I feel really good.  Oh Daddy, it's  doing it, a 'gasm, Oh, Oh,
Oh, DADEEEEE."   With  her  head thrown  back  until it  rests  on her
mother's breasts,  the tiny  preschooler announces  her climax  with a
scream that causes Barb to wince, even as she smiles.

Underneath, Steve grunts in time with the powerful contractions in his
baby daughter's immature vagina,  holding her tiny hips  steady as her
climax triggers his own.   "Oh Honey, here it  comes, Daddy's going to
cum in his little girl.   Daddy's filling your  tight little hole with
his creamy sperm.  Oh shit, I'm really doing it, I'm fucking my little
girl.  I'm  filling her  with my sperm.   Oh  fuck!   Oh fuck,    Ohhh
Fuuuck!"  With this last outburst his hands fall from Pixie's hips and
his arse leaves the bed, lifting her upwards as spasms wrack his body.
His eyes are tightly closed and his lips are  drawn back in a snarl as
the incredible pleasure pain courses through his body.

Pixie's tiny vagina is  unable to hold the  incredible amount of sperm
that he  pisses into  her and  I can  see it  bubbling out  around his
pulsing shaft, where it pierces her  tiny body.  Opening  the eye I do
not have pressed to the rubber  cup of the viewfinder,  I see the pink
tinged fluid  dribble down  the sides  of Steve's  prick and  run down
beside his  balls.   Where  they  surround his  impaling  rod, Pixie's
tightly stretched  vulva  alternates  between  white  and  red  as her
vaginal muscles contract and relax.

Long after Steve's spasms  subside, Pixie's tiny  frame finally looses
it's rigidity  and she  slumps in  her  mother's arms,  totally spent.
Carefully Barb  lowers her  exhausted  daughter, laying  her  atop her
husband with  her  head on  his  chest.   With  a  contented  sigh she
snuggles up to  him and  as his  arms come  up to  wrap around  her, a
beatific smile lights up her face.

With a little  wriggle she murmurs,  "Love you Daddy."  and kisses his
chest.

Steve replies, murmuring into her  hair, "You have no  idea how much I
love you Honey."   However his words go  unheard by Pixie  as a little
snore rises from her lips.

Barb smiles down at the still mated pair, and moves to kiss the top of
Pixies head and then presses her lips  to her husband's in a lingering
caress.

I take one last pass  down their sweat slick  bodies, to where Steve's
softening cock still  penetrates Pixie's  sleeping body.   Then  a few
seconds later her  shrinking vagina squeezes  him from her  body as it
resumes it's normal size.   As his  blood and cum  streaked knob slips


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from her tiny  opening, a flood  of juices follows,  running down over
his groin and between his buttocks to the towel beneath them.

I return  the camera  to zoom  in  on Pixie's  sleeping face  and stop
recording.  As I lower the camera, Mara  laments,  "Oh, why does Daddy
have to work?  I want him to fuck me so bad  and he's going to miss my
birthday party and everything."





















































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Dear Reader,

     Nearly  there now folks, just a few chapters to go now,  but
     I've  had so many requests for 'the  rest of Katy' that  I'm
     getting  this off now.  As I've explained to those who  have
     corresponded  with me, the  reason you haven't  seen any  of
     these  chapters earlier  is  that I  got writers  block  and
     skipped  from chapter six to  chapter twelve, though when  I
     originally left them, I only had two chapter's blocked  out.
     But  as with  coat hangers,  leave two  of them  alone  long
     enough and they will breed.

     I  can't make any promises as to when the rest of this  book
     will  be finished as I'm  going back to  school for a  while
     and that's going to occupy most of my time.


     Regards,


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