From critic@anon.nymserver.com Sat May 17 01:26:42 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Repost: Quartet (Mf+ young teen cons) Chap 1 From: Krieg Lite <critic@anon.nymserver.com> Date: 17 May 1997 05:26:42 GMT -------- Not long ago I picked up an ancient desktop computer at a yard sale, = figuring that I might be able to make it into a decent fish tank. I = was a little surprised when I got it home to see that it actually = booted right up. It had a massive 20 megabyte hard drive in it, and = a little quick investigation turned up an invisible partition. And = on that partition was the following story: WARNING! This story contains some rather naughty things, not suitable = for innocent eyes. So if your eyes are innocent, or the legally = constituted authorities of your political entity have decreed that = you are too young to partake of such naughtiness, then please pass on = leaving this unread. =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D QUARTET Chapter One I was working when the doorbell rang=8Aor at least trying to = convince myself that I was working by drinking lots of coffee and = pounding the keyboard as though what I was doing were productive. The = interruption was welcome, and I got up and opened the door without = bothering to wonder who it might be. The four of them were standing = there in their plaid skirts, white middy blouses, and strange grins. Three days before, on Tuesday, I had been at the mall around = lunchtime shopping for a few essentials, or perhaps just trying to = avoid working, and I didn't think I wanted to know which was really = the case. I was on my way to my car when they came running = frantically up to me. "Mister!" one of them had shouted, "Can you = help us? Please?" I had looked around for homicidal pursuers, and = finding none, cautiously offered that I might be able to if they = would tell me what kind of help they were looking for. They all began = chattering excitedly but I picked out a couple of garbled references = to "Kelly" and it became clear through all the confusion that they = were hitchhiking. They had overstayed their lunch hour at the mall, = and now they were in danger of being late for their afternoon classes = at Bishop Kelly Middle School, a couple of miles away. Being by = nature a good Samaritan, or at least not being in any hurry to get = back to work, I agreed to give them a ride back to school. All the short time they were in the car they regaled me with tales = of the mall, of boys they loved and teachers they hated, of mischief = they had perpetrated (most imaginary, some not, I had guessed). I had = navigated the distance briskly enough to get them back on time, and = as I pulled to a stop, they jumped out, never breaking the cadence of = their conversation, but thanking me profusely. As they went running = up the steps one of them had turned, made hugging motions, and blown = me a kiss. Now here they were, standing in front of my door on Friday morning. = As I was trying to remember who was who=8Athey were collectively Jen, = Karen, Sam, and Sue, but the name-face pairings were a little = fuzzy=8Athe one I thought was Jen said "We brought you some = cookies!". Sure enough, another (Sam, I thought) proffered a paper = bag which most assuredly held something which smelled like cookies. = "Can we come in?" said a third. "Oh, of course. I'm sorry. Come on = in," I said in some confusion, and stepped aside. "I hope you're not too busy, Mr. Marshall." I was starting to get = them mentally sorted out. Sue had been the speaker, and the one who = had asked to come in. "Well, I was working, but I needed a break anyway, so you're not = interrupting. But how did you find me, and=8A shouldn't you be in = school?" "We're cutting classes!" blurted the one I thought was Karen. Then Jen offered an explanation of sorts: "Your name and address = were on all that mail in the back seat. The rejection notices," she = smirked. I smiled. "Oh. You found my collection," I said. "Yeah. And then this morning at Home Ec we made cookies, so we = decided that we'd bring you some to thank you for saving our lives = before," she continued. "Well, thanks. I appreciate it. But you really didn't need to, you = know. I was glad to help." Karen offered an alternate explanation, "It's too nice a day to be = in school, anyway." They were all looking around at my monumental clutter in = knowledgeable appreciation. I suspected that their mothers would not = appreciate my example. In the brief pause, I tried to put names to = faces. Samantha (Sam) was the knockout. She was tall and trim, with = dark auburn hair and emerald eyes, and could easily pass for = eighteen. I suspected that she might be a little self-conscious about = her development, and that perhaps would explain her apparent = shyness=AD=ADat least compared to the others. Jen was a cute little = redhead, slim with a light smattering of freckles. Sue had long light = brown hair, dark blue eyes, and was at least as well-endowed as Sam, = though she looked more her age; a lot of her baby-fat was still with = her. Karen was the blonde; slender and petite, beautifully clear-cut = features. "We don't want to bother you or anything, but we thought maybe you = might like to take a break along with us today," Jen said. "Thanks, Jen," I said. "I appreciate it. I think I could use a = little change of pace. What did you have in mind?" "Oh, nothing in particular, really. Just kinda hang around and = relax." I had the distinct feeling that Jen was not being totally = honest. The look of anticipation on the faces of the other girls told = me that there was something else coming. "Do you have any cards?" she = asked casually. "I'm sure I have some around here somewhere, but I don't have any = idea where they are. I can get some, if you like." "No, that's okay," said Sue. "I have some here." Jen took the deck from Sue and asked expectantly, "Do you know how = to play Hearts?" I assured her that I did, and she said, "Great!", riffled quickly = through the cards and extracted the deuces of clubs and diamonds, and = explained that with five people we would play with fifty cards, pass = left, right, double-left, double-right, hold, hand to the left of = dealer leads anything except a Heart, Queen of Spades breaks Hearts, = break Hearts anytime. We all sat in a rough circle on the floor and = she quickly dealt out five hands as Karen took a piece of paper from = her notebook and started a scoresheet. As might be expected from the way it started, the game went quickly. = The girls seemed to be going out of their way to act like girls: = squealing, giggling, and generally having an obvious, and obviously = artificial, good time. I got into an early lead, but the girls began = to team up against me and I got crushed, with Sue the winner. "That was fun," I said, quite honestly. It had been fun, though the = fun wasn't exactly all in the Hearts game, but rather in trying to = figure out what was really going on, and simply in the presence of = the girls. "Yeah. It was. Wanna play some strip poker?" asked Jen innocently. I felt the blood pounding through my veins. These girls were all = within a year of thirteen, I guessed. I was over forty. What on earth = did they have in mind? "Well, sure. Why not? How do you want to play?" Jen had been shuffling and playing with the deck. She reached behind = her, took the two deuces which had been unused in the Hearts game, = inserted them in the deck, and said, "Five card draw, nothin' wild. = Winner gets to take one piece of clothes off anybody she wants. Or he = wants, of course." I grinned. "Something sounds a little wrong with that, somehow." I = paused. "After that last game I have the distinct feeling that I = might be a little outnumbered here." Jen gave the appearance of giving the matter some deep thought and = then suggested, "Well, maybe you're right. What do you say we give = you an advantage? If you win, then you get to take one piece of = clothes from each of us. OK, gang?" They all nodded and made = acquiescing noises. "That sounds a little better, but it still sounds like I have a = reasonable possibility of losing four times as often as I win, = wouldn't you say?" "Well, maybe, but then the payoff is four times as much, right? So = it's still fair." "Tell you what. How about giving me the option of either taking one = piece of clothing from each of you, or four pieces from any one of = you?" Jen's eyes narrowed. "I don't think that's fair, either. One of us = could be out in no time. Let us talk it over a minute." The girls all = put their heads together and began whispering conspiratorially. When = they broke, Jen offered, "OK. How about this? Whenever you win, you = get your choice. You can take one piece from each of us, or two = pieces from any one of us." "Done!" I said. "Deal 'em." Karen won the first hand, and she leaned over and pulled my shoes = off. "Hey!" I protested, "that's two pieces!" "Nope," Sue said. "Stuff that comes in pairs counts as one." "Oh. OK" I won the second hand, and took the shoes from each of the girls. Karen won again and took my socks. Then Sam won and took my belt. = Then I won another hand and took all their socks. Moving to each of = the eight legs in turn, I braced one hand behind a knee and with the = other pulled soft fabric down along a calf and off a foot. My heart = was starting to throb madly. Jen won and took my shirt. Sam won again = and took my tee shirt. Things were getting breezy. I won and decided = it was time to make a move. I moved to Jen and said, "I think you're = going to have to stand up now, Jen." I took first her skirt, then her = half-slip with my double move. She blushed, but didn't protest. = Through her thin panties I could see the faintest trace of a wisp of = hair. Sue won the next hand, and came over, slowly unbuttoned my = pants, slid down my zipper, said simply "Lift," and when I lifted my = hips from the floor, pulled my pants off. I was glad I was wearing briefs instead of boxers, but my erection = was still very obvious. Next hand was a dead standoff between Jen and = me, so it didn't count and we threw it in. I won the next hand = outright and moved toward Jen. She turned red as a beet as I started = unbuttoning her blouse, but as I opened it up she seemed to lose her = embarrassment. She pressed her chest out to me as I pulled the blouse = down and over her arms. She was wearing a chemise, and I was sure the = other girls were as well. I began gently pulling the chemise up and = over her head, and she lifted her arms to let me take it off. She was = left in bra and panties. "OK, dude," she said. "It's OK Corral time." = She dealt the cards. I had a pair of nine's and kept an Ace as = kicker. She dealt me an Ace and a seven. My Aces up felt pretty good. = But then Sam slowly turned over three fives. She grinned and faked a = move toward Jen's bra, then came over to me. She said, "I think you = have to stand up this time." I did so. She put her fingers inside the = waistband of my briefs on each side and started to pull them down; = then she realized that there was an obstruction. She slid her hands = forward and stretched the elastic out to clear it, then pulled my = briefs down around my ankles. She patted the back of my calf and = said, copying Sue, "Lift." I did so and she pulled away my last = asset. I was bankrupt. "Well, what now? Do we just keep playing?" I asked as I sat back = down. "Yeah! But not poker!" laughed Sue. She reached over and touched my = cock, just letting her finger run lightly down the top side. Then she = circled it with her fingers and let her thumb press into the bottom. = "It feels neat," she said, "it's kind of twitching." She carefully = stroked it a couple of times, then released it. I didn't know what to = say, so I didn't say anything. Jen was next. "Why don't you just lie back and relax, Mr. Marshall?" she said as = she reached over and squeezed it a couple of times, then stroked it. = I leaned back on my elbows. She was tighter and slower than Sue, but = just as tentative. "It's kind of rippledy feeling, isn't it? And = there's kind of a soft place on the bottom=8A" she trailed off. "And = this part is real velvety, real nice." Next Karen tried it. She grasped it tightly and moved it back and = forth a couple of times, then twisted it left and right before = stroking up and down three, four, five times. All she said was a = thoughtful, "Uh-huh=8A." Pre-cum was starting to flow freely now, and = it trickled down over Karen's fingers. She ignored it, but Jen spoke = up and asked me if that was the stuff that was kind of a lubricant. I = confirmed it. Sam moved up very close and bent over to examine it carefully as her = fingers lightly moved it out of the way and she began to roll my = balls back and forth with her other hand. "Hey!" she said, "Try = these, too! You can roll 'em around and everything!" Now with the first "round" out of the way, they began to chatter = excitedly again, for the most part almost ignoring me as they = discussed my plumbing, then looking up at me now and then and asking = a question or making a comment. By now the fluid was flowing in = earnest. They had apparently had this all planned, because they never = talked about how much each of them could do as they took turns, but = they all appeared to be careful not to set anything off. Occasionally = now when one of them discovered something especially interesting, = they would each try it briefly without waiting for their turn, then = do more investigation when their time came. They had all been around = three times, and were starting their fourth cycle when Sue said = suddenly, "I wanna try something my sister told me about=8A" By this = time I was lying flat on my back on the floor, trying to maintain my = composure, when she suddenly bent over, threw her hair clear with a = flick of her head, and covered my cock with her mouth. She began to suck and chew, circling my cock with her tongue. Jen = chimed in, "All right! I got it next!" Karen kept her eyes glued on = Sue's head as it bobbed up and down; her eyes glistened, but she said = not a word. Sam looked on in horror for a moment, then gurgled = "Oooooh, Gross!" She turned her head away briefly, then couldn't = resist turning back around to watch in fascinated disgust. Sue was, quite honestly, starting to drive me crazy. I was already = on the brink from the game and from having all the girls play with = me, and now her mouth was about to finish me off. I wanted to warn = her, but I couldn't speak. There were excited voices contributing a = counterpoint, but I couldn't sort them out. Sue kept sucking, = licking, chewing, and finally I couldn't hold out any longer. My back = arched and I groaned loudly as I felt my jism explode into her mouth. = Her head jerked slightly but sharply, but she hardly missed a beat. = There was a loud gasp from one of the others, I couldn't tell which. = She continued to suck and swallow as I shot a second stream, and then = a third, into her. When she felt my spasms subside, she pulled away, = sucking to get every last drop she could. When she pulled clear, Jen = burst out "Did you get his cum in your mouth, Sue?" Sue opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue to reveal a trace = of my white stuff along the top of it. She licked her lips, = swallowed, and with a huge grin on her face said, "Yep." "How was it?" Jen wanted to know. "It was absolutely great," Sue answered. "I wanna do it again." "It's my turn next, Sue!" Jen protested. She started to turn toward = me. "I don't think there's any left right now, Jen. I think I got it = all," Sue said complacently. "That's not fair, Sue! You should have left some for everybody!" Jen = said indignantly. "Not me!" exclaimed Sam. "That's really gross! How can you do that?" "I'd like to try it, too," said Karen. "But I don't think I want to = get a whole lot. Just a taste, maybe." "There'll be some more pretty soon, won't there, Mr. Marshall?" Sue = tried to appease Jen, who was really starting to look upset. Without = waiting for me to answer, she turned to Karen. "Kar, if you want to = try it, now would be a good time. He won't have much left for you = now, and when you're finished, maybe he'll be ready for Jen." "OK, I think I will." Without another word, she quickly lowered her = head as though she didn't want to give herself a chance to change her = mind. She took my cock into her mouth and began to suck. After being = drained by Sue, I had started to soften a little, but now I began to = come fully erect again. Karen's head began to bob up and down as she = sucked and chewed. She pulled away briefly and said to the assembled = multitude, "This is neat. I like this." She began licking the bottom = of my shaft, flicking her tongue up against my glans, then she licked = all around the head before taking me again into her mouth. Then she = began to work on me again. "Karen, you better not take all of him this time like Sue did!" Jen = warned. "I won't," Karen promised. But she kept working on me, and I could = feel the pressure building. I reached down and put my hand lightly on = her head, trying to warn her, I think. I think she could tell = something was happening, too, because she began to suck more = vigorously. Suddenly, I gave her one long spurt. She took the full = force of it at first, then tried to open her mouth to take me like a = water fountain I suppose, but when she did, the tail of the stream = trailed up along her cheek tracing the side of her nose. Startled, = she quickly stuck me back in her mouth and began to suck again. "Karen!!!!" Jen screamed. "That's not fair! That was my turn. You = promised you would save it for me!" Karen gave a last long lingering lick over the head of my cock, and = then turned to Jen. "I meant to, Jen. Really, I did. I just couldn't = help it." Unthinking, she wiped her face with her finger and sucked = it clean, too. "Oh, you just couldn't help it, huh? Well that's just too bad. And = what am I supposed to do now? You suck!" When she realized what she = had said, Jen blushed as deeply as when I had removed her clothes. "Yeah. I guess I do, don't I?" Karen responded. "Pretty well, too, = huh Mr. Marshall?" "Uh=8A" I said. "He can't talk yet, silly!" Jen was grinning again. "Can you, Mr. = Marshall? But I get the next one for sure, right? And it's gonna be = the biggest of all, too, right?" "I dunno, Jen," Sue cautioned. "He's probably dry for sure by now. I = guess we can try to pump him up again, though. OK, Mr. Marshall?" I = nodded weakly. "Anyway, Jen. You're the one he was trying to undress = before. Why don't you let him finish the job? Watch him perk up when = he does that." "You wanna finish undressin' me, Mr. Marshall?" Jen said in my = direction. I motioned to her to come closer. She came and knelt down = beside me. I pulled myself to one elbow, and then to a sitting = position. My cock was still more than half erect as I reached toward = Jen, put my arms around her, and unfastened her bra strap. I let my = hands slide up along her shoulder blades and hook beneath the straps. = I slid them down off her shoulders and pulled her bra away. Her = breasts barely swelled away from her chest, but they were perfectly = formed. Her nipples were erect. "Very nice, Jen," I said. I moved forward to study her nipples, then = let my tongue flick across one. She moaned softly. I licked the = other, then took it lightly between my teeth. I sucked it into my = mouth, then pressed it out with my tongue. I cupped my hands around = her breasts and felt their softness. Karen spoke up, "You're right, Sue. He's standing up just as much as = he was before, I think. Is he ready yet?" "Nope. Not yet. Give him another fifteen or twenty minutes, I'd = say." Sue's sister must have been telling her quite a lot of things. = "You can take her panties off too, if you want to, Mr. Marshall." At that, Jen leaned forward, pressing her breast into my face and = lifting her hips. I wanted to. Keeping her nipple in my mouth, I slid = my hands down along her sides until my thumbs hooked her panties. I = pulled them down until my fingers found the crease below her = buttocks. I kneaded her firm flesh gently for a few moments and then = reluctantly released it to slide her panties down below her knees and = off her feet. When they came free, Jen spat out "I can't wait, I'm = gonna try it now!!!" She twirled around and dived down to my crotch. = Her erect nipple pressed into my side, and my arm was left embracing = her thighs. I was wondering whether I dared lift her hips up and over = my face when Sam spoke up. "What's he taste like, Jen?" Jen lifted her head from my cock and answered, "He tastes good! = That's how he tastes! But those two cunts drained him and there's no = juice left for me!" Then she sucked me in again and went back to work. Sam asked the room, "Are you sure it will take him fifteen minutes = to do that again?" Sue answered, "Pretty sure, Sam. At least ten for sure." "Okay, then," Sam said softly, "Why don't you let me suck him for a = couple of minutes, Jen? You can save it for when he's ready." Karen chortled. "Oh, really, Sam? I thought it was so gross! How = noble of you to degrade yourself to help Jen!" "Well, everybody else has done it, and I don't mind doing it if he's = not going to get anything in my mouth." During this entire exchange Jen had kept desperately sucking away. = Now she lifted her head and said to Sam, "OK, but if you drain him = like the others did, I'll dismember you!" She straightened up and = then lay back down beside me, turned toward me, and tucked herself in. Sam picked up my tee shirt and used it to wipe my cock. I supposed = that she didn't want to share saliva with her friends. Then she = lowered her mouth over me. At first she just held it in her mouth, = then as her hand cupped my balls her tongue started to probe all = around. She gave a couple of tentative sucks, and then she settled = into a rhythm. My balls began to ache. I began to thrust almost = imperceptibly against her mouth with my hips. Sam lifted her head and = announced, "This isn't bad at all. I kinda like this." At that, Jen jumped up. "That's enough, Sam! Get away from there!" = Sam backed meekly away. "If you want to do something, why don't you = show him your tits? I'll bet your big ol' tits will really turn him = on." No sooner had Samantha pulled away than Jen dived down and began = sucking me frantically. I watched Sam to see what she would do. She = had started to unbutton her blouse when Sue stopped her. "Sam, don't do that. Let Mr. Marshall do it." Sam stopped sheepishly = and turned to me. "I'm sorry, Mr. Marshall," she said, "Would you like to undress me?" I nodded. She moved over to me. Jen was sucking and working away. = Like a kid saving his appetite for desert, I unfastened Sam's skirt = and pulled it off, then finished unbuttoning her blouse and slid it = off her shoulder. As I removed her half-slip, Sam began talking to = me. "Do you really think this will help, Mr. Marshall?" she asked. I = nodded. "Listen, then," she said. "When Jen is finished, do you think = I could maybe do it some more? I mean I don't really care if I get = stuff in my mouth, I don't think. I just want to try that again, if = it's ok with you." I nodded again. I wasn't willing to risk trying to = speak. Karen spoke up. "Hey, guys. Instead of Mr. Marshall just doing us = one at a time=8Ataking our clothes off, I mean=8Awhy don't we let him = do us all together, except Jen, I mean. I mean he already did Jen." "Yeah. That's fair," agreed Sue. "Anyway, this is getting kind of = awkward for him, I think. Let him up, Jen. Can you stand up, Mr. = Marshall?" "=8AI'll try=8A" I said weakly. Jen started making noises with her mouth, which didn't exactly help = matters. Then she motioned me to get up. This was going to be tricky. = I twisted to one side, being careful to let Jen follow, then got up = on an elbow and tucked my feet back. I rolled up onto my knees, and = Jen stayed with me. I got one foot against the floor, then the other = girls, laughing, grabbed my arms and helped me stand up. Jen got to = her knees, keeping me firmly in her mouth. I was obviously a little = shaky, and Sam stood next to me, letting me brace myself against her. = Then she moved around behind me and put her arms around my waist, but = well above Jen's bobbing head. I leaned back against her, and I could = feel her breasts against my back. The contortions of getting to my feet had been distracting, and = while I hadn't exactly gone soft, not with Jen in action, the magic = had started to go. Then Karen stepped up beside me, curtsied, and = said, "My skirt, sire." The magic came back. I reached behind her, = unfastened her skirt and let it drop. While I had my arms around her, = she leaned forward into me and nuzzled me. She stepped out of her = skirt, and off to one side. Sue took her place. She didn't say a word, just took my hands, put = them around her to the back of her skirt, and licked her lips = slightly. That was all it took. I was far from fully loaded, but I = gave Jen a short shot of what she had been trying for. She gagged. She jerked away and spat on to the floor. I think we were all = honestly shocked. There was a moment of total silence, and everyone = was frozen in place. Then Sue said with real concern, "Are you okay, = Jen?" Jen looked pained. She shuddered. Finally everyone moved. Sue and = Karen moved to Jen and helped her up. Sam moved back around to my = side, but was sensible enough not to turn loose of me, because if she = had, I would have fallen. "I'm really sorry, Jen," I said. "I should have warned you, I just = couldn't. It kinda caught me by surprise, too." Jen was pale. She looked up at me and said, "I want to try it again." I think I stammered. "I'm not sure I can do it again, Jen." "You damn well better do it again, Mr. Marshall," she said coldly. = "And next time, you better do it a ton, too. It just caught me by = surprise and went down the wrong way that time." Sue spoke carefully, "Jen, I don't think that's fair. Mr. Marshall = isn't exactly a kid, you know. And he's been real nice about giving = everybody a chance. Why don't you just wait till next time and we'll = let you go first then." While I was wondering what she meant by "next time", Jen spat back, = "Well, he's got some more undressing to do, doesn't he? I want a fair = chance, not like before. This time I'm gonna wait to start sucking = until he's ready, so I'll know when it's gonna happen." Sam spoke up. "Jen, if it's all right with you=8A" Then she stopped, = perhaps thinking better of it. Jen sat suddenly and sullenly cross-legged on the floor. "Go on," = she said, "Get him pumped up again." "Okay, Jen. Whatever you say," Sue responded sardonically. "Now = where were we?" She backed me up against the wall, and put my arms = around her again. Suddenly her breasts seemed huge. I unfastened her = skirt and let it fall to the floor. She moved away like a dancer, and = Karen took her place. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought I = could feel her heartbeat against my fingers as I unbuttoned her = blouse. Her hot breath against me as she leaned forward to let me = drop the blouse off her shoulders was not imagination. Since the wall was providing my support now, Sam had moved in front = of me to watch the proceedings. Jen had now buried her head in her = arms, only now and then glancing up to make sure we weren't cheating. Sue and Karen kept alternately stepping up in front of me to be = undressed until they, like Sam, were wearing chemise, bra, and = panties. The ceremony was now proceeding almost soundlessly, = reverentially. Sam moved up and whispered to her two like-clothed = friends. They went into a sort of huddle and then lined up in front = of me: Sue on my left, then Karen, and then Sam. Jen was now watching = intently. Karen counted, "One, two, three!" Three hands flashed out. = Stone, paper, scissors. Karen won, and stepped forward. I took off = her chemise. She stepped back and Sam offered herself. Then Sue. I = now had one naked teenager sitting on the floor, and three others = standing in front of me in bra and panties. Ah! Wilderness were = Paradise enow! Karen counted again. This time it was Sam who won and stepped = forward. When I took her bra off, her breasts jutted proudly out at = me, and she still looked eighteen=8Aor twenty-three. I couldn't = resist letting my hand slide along the side of one as she stepped = back and let Sue take her place. Surprisingly, Sue's breasts were = actually larger than Sam's. I slid my hands beneath them and weighed = them. She grinned slyly as she saw my expression. Karen was looking = more and more crestfallen as her turn came. She shouldn't have. Her = breasts were small, even for her age, smaller even than Jen's. But = they were beautiful. I touched them respectfully, then leaned forward = and kissed each of them. Then kissed each of her nipples. She gasped, = and held my head tenderly against her for a few seconds. Then she = stepped back, and in a faltering voice, she counted again. There was = a tie, and she counted again. This time she won again herself. = Instead of stepping forward herself, she motioned toward Sam, leaving = herself for last again. Sam moved to me to offer her panties. I = claimed them slowly, treasuring each pubic glimpse, and equally the = feel of her flesh as I slid my hands down along her buttocks, then = her thighs, then her legs. When Sue moved up for her turn, I found = that she had not a few wispy traces, but a full, magnificent, bush. I = stared at it in awed admiration for a few seconds, and then she = placed her hands on the back of my head and began pressing me = forward. Just as I started to extend my tongue, she stopped me. I = looked up at her in anguish, and she said beatifically, "Later," and = stepped back. Karen moved to me with her panties, the last article of = clothing still worn among the five of us. I slid them down and off of = her. She had only a tiny wisp or two, but her body was perfect. I = leaned forward, and lacking courage for what I wanted, kissed her = belly just below her navel. She cradled my head to her and stroked my = hair gently. Sue broke the spell by saying, "Judging by the way he's dripping, = Jen, I'd say he's just about ready. Do you want to try him again?" "Yeah. But I want him lying down like he was before, OK?" I gave Karen's buttocks and thighs one last loving caress, and = started to lie down. Sue and Sam helped me down. I was lying flat on = my back with the girls kneeling around me. I had one arm around Sam's = hips, and the other around Karen's. Sue was beside Karen, and Jen was = moving into position between my legs. Sue and Sam began to caress the = inside of my thighs, and my cock was pounding uncontrollably. Jen = swallowed, looked up at me and said, "You tell me when it's coming, = OK," and took it into her mouth. Whatever misgivings she might have = had, Jen was not shy about sucking and licking. She wasn't going to = give up. Karen moved her hand to my nipple and began teasing it. Sam = saw what she was doing and came in on the other side. I could fell my = cock starting to twitch strongly. I cleared my throat. My cock = started to tingle. I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to = hold out, so I said, "Jen=8A" She answered with an "Mm-Hmm," which didn't help much. I said, "Jen, you'd better get ready, I think." She nodded. When she nodded, she pressed her tongue into the bottom = of my cock and had her teeth resting lightly on the top of it. I = moaned, "Jen!" and fired a small load into her mouth. This time she fared better. I felt a couple more small trickles slip = from me. She kept sucking and pulling until there was no more to be = had. She sucked it dry, then spread her hands above her head in a = sign of victory. She bobbed her head a couple more times, sucking = hard and squeezing with her lips and tongue. I was squeezing Karen = and Sam for all I was worth, too. When an anguished and voiceless cry = finally came gargling up from my throat, Jen finally pulled her head = up and off of me. Sam looked at her admiringly and said, "Better this = time, huh, Jen?" Jen looked briefly at her, eyes sparkling, then spat = my cum into my tee shirt, which she had found on the floor. "Yeah," Jen answered. "It was really great. I knew that I had a = problem before because I got caught by surprise." "Then why did you spit it out this time, Jen?" Karen probed. "You're = supposed to drink it." "Haven't you ever seen a wine tasting or anything? You're just = supposed to taste it to enjoy it, you're not supposed to swallow it." " Oh. Really? Well, I like swallowing it, Jen, so if you're just = going to spit it out, why don't you leave it for the rest of us?" = Karen persisted. "Do you think there might be a little bit left?" asked Sam, "I want = to try just a little, if that's ok." The last appeared to be directed = at me, the first might have been, too. The nearness of all this fine musky girl-flesh was proving too much = for me. I groaned slightly. "There might be a little left, Sam, just = a few drops maybe. I don't know if I can make any more for you now or = not, I just don't know." "Don't worry, Mr. Marshall. It'll be ok. You've been real nice, so = you just relax; I'll just take whatever's left this time and you can = make some more for us next time, ok?" There was that "next time" = again. I was trying to figure out what to make of it when Sam moved = slowly into position and lowered her head. Karen was still sitting = next to me: caressing me, idly running her fingers through my hair, = and humming softly. Jen and Sue were standing on the other side of me = in a quiet discussion. Sam's mouth took me in, and she began almost = languidly to massage me with her tongue and suck rhythmically. Incredibly, with Sam sucking me, Karen caressing me, and totally = surrounded by naked girls, I fell into a dreamlike state, and my = erection began to subside. Sam began to chew softly, apparently = enjoying the different feeling. She lifted her head, covering me with = her hands, and said, "I like that, Mr. Marshall, and I got a little = of the leftover, too. Enough to get a little taste, anyway. Thanks a = lot." Then she went back down and resumed. She was cradling my balls = and gently feeling them as her mouth worked. My erection started = recovering. Jen and Sue sat back down next to me, watching Sam and Karen. "How = are you guys doin'?" Sue asked. The voices could have been coming = from a distant room, or another planet. Karen took her eyes from me and looked at Sue. "Fine here, Sue. Sam = is trying to get some more. I don't know how she's doing. When are we = gonna do this again? We need to make some kind of plans, you know." "We've been talking about that," Jen said, "and I think we've got an = idea. Mr. Marshall, can you talk now or do you want to wait until Sam = finishes?" I could feel the tingling again, getting stronger. I tried once to = speak, but no sound left my lips. I was trying to think, but couldn't = finish a thought. I felt soft hands on my chest. And then I felt my = balls erupt. There couldn't have been more than a few drops to be = fired, but my whole body shuddered. Sam sucked with all her might; = she chewed and pulled, and took all that I had left. "Way to go, = Sam!" someone shouted. I thought it was Karen. Sam kept me in her = mouth, now softly chewing again. "I'm impressed, Mr. Marshall," said Sue. "Just relax for a couple of = minutes, and then we'll talk. I'll tell the others what Jen and I had = in mind, but I'll repeat it for you when you're ready, so you don't = have to worry about it, ok?" She continued without waiting for an = answer from me, which was smart because she would have had to wait = for a while. I was totally drained. I was also almost completely = soft, even though Sam never stopped chewing on me. "You're kind of a = writer, right? Well, why don't you offer to give writing lessons to a = small group. You would have to charge enough to make it believable, = but I'm sure we could get our parents to let us do it. We could meet = one or two evenings a week at least. You could make up an ad for the = bulletin board down by the mall, with tabs and everything, and we = could take all of the tabs." "Wouldn't we have to do a lot of writing or something, though?" = asked Karen. "There would have to be assignments and everything, and = we would have to really learn something or our parents would probably = get mad at Mr. Marshall." "Don't you think it would be worth a little extra work, Karen?" Jen = responded. "And anyway, what could it hurt?" Sam lifted her head and said, "I think it sounds like a good idea. I = don't mind doing some extra writing. I think it would all be fun." = She took me back in her mouth and resumed her chewing. "Can you talk while Sam is doing that, Mr. Marshall? Do you want her = to stop so you can think about it? Did you even hear what I was = talking about?" Sue spoke slowly and clearly for me. I cleared my throat and said, "It's all right.I heard what you said. = I don't know. It sounds a little risky to me. What if somebody wants = to know more about it? What if somebody else wants to join? What if = your parents get suspicious?" Sue had the answers, or most of them. "Don't worry about that. You = can put your name and phone number just on the tabs, and we'll take = all the tabs before we put your ad up on the board. It will be ok." "When can we start?" asked Karen. "Lets make up the ad now and take it to the mall," said Jen. "Then = we can talk to our parents tonight and get them to call Mr. Marshall = this weekend and we can start next week." Sam was chewing on my soft cock as if it were chewing gum. She = raised her head and said, "We oughta let Mr. Marshall make up the ad, = though." She looked up at me. "Will you do it for us, Mr. Marshall?" What could I say? I nodded slowly. The girls cheered. Sue looked at = Sam and asked, "You through, Sam? Can he write it up now?" Sam nodded = and sat back on her heels. The other girls helped me to my feet and = steadied me as I tried to get my balance. Sam stood up and took my = hand. They quietly and respectfully led me to my desk. I sat down and took a couple of deep breaths, then reached into a = drawer and pulled out a 5-by-8 card and rolled it into the = typewriter. I began to type. Professional Writer conducting seminar for small group. Reasonable rates. Private tutoring available. I left room on the bottom of the card for a dozen tabs. wrote my = phone number on four of them, took a pair of scissors and made the = cuts. I handed the card to Sue and told her, "Be careful no one = notices you put this up." "No problem, Mr. Marshall. We'll take care of it. Our parents should = start calling you tomorrow." She tore off all of the tabs and handed = out the ones with phone numbers. "I'm still not sure what I'm going to say, you know. How much do you = think I should charge?" Karen answered, "Music lessons are about twenty dollars, but that's = for one person for a half-hour. If we make the lessons an hour, then = each of us should probably pay about fifteen dollars, maybe." They = all seemed to think that was about right to be affordable without = being suspicious. I thought for a few moments. Prison probably wouldn't be all that = bad. And I would have my memories. Besides, the way things were going = they might never take me alive. I gave them a wry smile. "Well, then. = I guess we'll try it." They cheered again. I suddenly realized that I was still naked, and surrounded by naked = girls. I pushed back the chair and stood up. The girls moved up to = hug me; Karen stopped abruptly and said, "Wow!" The others all began = to ooh and aah. I was rock hard again. Each of them reached out to = touch it affectionately. Sue spoke up. "Let's save some for next time, ok? He's done more = than we could have expected today, anyway. Is there anything else = you'd like to do before we get dressed, Mr. Marshall?" She looked at = me with an evil twinkle in her eye. I looked around. None of the others gave any indication that they = knew what Sue was talking about. I considered briefly. Plans and = writing classes were all very well, but this could still be the last = chance I would have. I cleared my throat. "Yes, Sue, I think there is. I'd like to give each of you a = thank-you kiss." She smiled and stepped forward. I bent toward her and kissed her neck, then crouched down and ran my = tongue around her nipple before taking it briefly into my lips. I = took her breast in my hand. It was warm and firm, and very = squeezable. I dropped lower and kissed her belly. She placed her = hands on my head and moved it lower. My lower lip touched soft hair. = My tongue slipped out and began searching. It found her clit and = licked across it two or three times, then, tasting her juices, slid = shallowly into her. Her hands pressed my face firmly into her and she = rocked her hips slowly. She began to sway gently, then she said = quietly, "You're welcome," and moving my head away, pulled me up as = she bent over and kissed me on the lips. Then she stood up, said, = "Next," stepped aside, and began gathering up her clothes. Karen said quickly, "I'm next," and stepped in front of me, nearly = knocking Jen aside. Jen glared at her but didn't say anything. I = remembered the delicious taste of Karen's slender body and looked = greedily at her erect nipples. I began with her eyelids, wanting to = make it last. She made soft purring sounds as I moved down her body. = When I took her nipple between my lips, I could feel her heart = pounding. There was very little to mask her heartbeat, after all, but = the sensation thrilled me. As I worked my way down across her belly = my hand touched her inner thigh, and I felt the wetness flowing from = her. When my tongue found her opening and slid into her, she = shivered. Her taste was maddeningly exciting, and my tongue began to = lap deeper and deeper. Her hands clenched in my hair and began to = press me hard into her. Her hips began to rock with increasing force. = She began to moan. I covered her clit with my upper lip, then briefly = pulled my tongue out of her to lap at it. She pressed harder, and I = slid my tongue back into her. I began to match her rhythm, pulling = her hips into me and squeezing her buttocks. Suddenly her knees = buckled, and she nearly fell on top of me. I caught her and eased her = to the floor. She lay writhing on her back, so I moved between her = legs, kissed her thighs, and slid up to push my tongue into her = again. Her hips thrust violently against me, and my tongue lapped = stiffly inside her. She was now moaning loudly and panting. Suddenly = her body convulsed. An animal scream came pouring out of her. She = shuddered again and again, then fell silent and limp. I slid up to = put my arms around her and kiss her forehead and eyelids. She held me = languidly and kissed my neck. "Geeeeeze," sighed Sam breathlessly. Jen was silent and wide-eyed, appearing rather shaken. "Next," said Sue sardonically. No one moved. Karen sat up slowly. "I'll go again if nobody else wants to," she said huskily. Sam spoke up, "I'm ready. I just=8A What happens if I ask to stop?" = Jen was still silent, and seemed almost in a trance. "Then I stop, of course, Sam," I assured her. "OK. I might stop, but then you can start over, if you want. I'm = just a little afraid of what will happen to me. I'll be okay, = though." Sam might have been a little shy, but she certainly seemed = to understand herself, and didn't mind being honest. I was still on = the floor, so I extended my hand to Sam, and she helped me up. I = stepped up to her and held her close to me, almost as if we were = slow-dancing. Her head was turned against my chest, and I stroked her = bare back, feeling her nipples pressed into me. My fingers traced the = lines of her ear as I kissed the top of her head. I could feel her = heart pounding. I bent to kiss her forehead. She turned her face up = to me, and I kissed her lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and = suddenly I was the one who was on the verge of panic. I recovered = quickly, and we continued to kiss deeply. My thumb was tracing the = curve of her throat. I bent to kiss the territory explored by my = thumb, and my hand ventured deeper. I covered her breast lightly with = my hand, her nipple hard against my palm. My hand moved slightly up = and down, side to side, teasing her nipple. I crouched lower and = kissed the mound of her other breast, then let my tongue circle the = nipple a few times before taking it into my mouth. My hand began to = press a bit harder, testing the firm resistance of her breast. She = was stroking my hair. My mouth began moving to the underside of her = breast as my hand slid down her side to the curve of her hip. "Mr. = Marshall," she said, "I don't want you to stop, but I want to lie = down now before I have to, if it's okay with you." Without a word, I straightened up and held her hands, lowering her = to the floor, then lay down beside her and returned my attention to = her breasts. She began purring softly as she continued to stroke my = head. Her breasts of course had a totally different feel when she was = lying on her back, and I wanted to absorb that feel completely before = I moved on. Also, from this position I was able to drop my hand to = her thigh and slide my thumb up to rest against the side of her clit, = and her fluid soaking my fingers made me want to prolong that feeling = as well. Finally, however, I slid my hand down behind her knee and = let my lips and tongue trace a path down across her belly to her = mound. I found her clit with my tongue and sucked it gently into my = mouth, then began to press it out and suck it back in slowly. Sam = gasped once, then through a strange deep voice that I had never = before heard from her said, "It's okay, Mr. Marshall. You don't have = to stop yet." So I didn't. I moved slightly and thrust my tongue into = her and began probing deeply. Her hips began to move. I picked up the = rhythm. By this time I was lying almost straight between her legs. Suddenly = she lifted them and locked them behind my neck, bringing her feet = down into my back. Now my upper lip was pressed against her clit = while my tongue was thrusting into her. Her strong legs made certain = that we were in sync. She began to make short, sharp, voiceless = sounds with each thrust. With her thighs pressed tight against my = face it was impossible for me to miss the cramps as they started. Her = muscles became hard and knotted against my cheeks. As her hips became = immobile, I reached beneath them and used my arms to press her into = my face with no break in the rhythm. Then she screamed and thrust = violently into me. I thought for a fraction of a second that she = might break my neck. The spasm died quickly and she fell back limply. = But her thighs were not limp at all, they were still rock hard and = knotted so tightly that it must have been very painful. I wanted to = move up and kiss her and hold her, but first I had to do something = about her cramps. I began to knead the muscles with both hands, = pressing so hard I was afraid I would leave bruises. She was writhing = in pain. The muscles began to move. They were still hard, but they = weren't completely rigid. Once the cramps began to break up, they = went away quickly, and I soon found myself massaging firm but normal = thighs. Sam reached up and playfully ruffled my hair. "Well, I think = we made it, Mr. Marshall. But we're going to need a lot of regular = practice, I can tell." I was getting ready to apologize for the cramps, since if I had been = doing my job properly the worst part at least could have been = avoided. But on second thought Sam was right. We just needed more = practice. I fell back flat, posturing exhaustion, then pulled Sam on = top of me. I held her tightly and kissed her on the lips, then rolled = her off to the side where I wrapped her in my arms. I made a feeble = attempt at humming the theme from "Rocky", and said, "Yeah. Olympic = quality practice, I'd say." I looked up. Sue had put her clothes back on and was sitting back = against the wall watching with mild interest. Karen had gathered her = clothes, but had not put anything on. Jen had all of her clothes back = on and was standing stiffly away from the wall; she still looked = somewhat dazed. Sue waited a few seconds to get the timing exactly = right, and said, "Next." Jen was silent. Karen said, "I'd like to go again, if I can." Sue chuckled, "No seconds this time, Karen. You can wait until next = week for your next lesson." Sam finally asked the question, "Jen? Don't you want to try? It's = your turn, if you want." Jen looked a little pale as she answered, "I'd like to, but I don't = feel well. I think I need to get home. I'll try it next time for = sure." Sam had already started to get dressed, but Karen was still = stalling. "Jen, can I have your turn? That wouldn't count as seconds, = would it? Not if Jen gave me her turn." "No seconds means no seconds, Karen. Get dressed, girl." Sue spoke = as though she meant it. Karen pulled on her panties and began getting = dressed. Sue continued to the rest of us, "OK. We've got to get this = ad up on the bulletin board this afternoon. Let's get going, gang." I = started to get dressed again, too. Sam and Karen finished getting dressed and then the girls all = inspected each other to make sure that no traces of the day's = activities were evident. When they were satisfied, they headed for = the door. "You'll hear from our parents this weekend, Mr. Marshall, = and we'll see you again next week," said Sam as she reached the door. "Don't forget our cookies. We want a review next week, you know," = said Jen, apparently feeling much better now that everyone was = dressed. And then they were gone. From critic@anon.nymserver.com Sat May 17 01:26:57 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Quartet (Mf+ young teen cons) Chap 2 From: Krieg Lite <critic@anon.nymserver.com> Date: 17 May 1997 05:26:57 GMT -------- QUARTET Chapter Two When the door closed, I sat dazed for several minutes, then got up = and moved to the bedroom. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. = Some indeterminate time later I woke up and looked at the clock. It = was after seven. I hoped that was seven p.m., and a closer look = confirmed that it was. I got up, wondering about the strange dream I = had just had, and stepped into the shower. The sharp tingle of the = spray soon brought me around and the edges of the dream became more = clearly defined. It had not been a dream. As I dried myself, I = wondered how many hours of freedom I was going to have. I put on = pajamas and walked into the living room. There on an end table was an = oily bag of cookies. I supposed that if I was going to do a review, I = had better get started. While I had never aspired to be a food critic, I had been given the = assignment. If they wanted a review, I would give them one. A cookie = review, at least (It suddenly occurred to me that Jen might have = meant something else; I put that thought quickly from my mind.) I = made some coffee, poured a glass of milk, and set the coffee, milk, = and the cookies on my desk. I took a cookie from the bag and placed = it on a paper towel, then began to jot down some notes on my pad. I = assessed the look, feel, and smell of the cookie in question, then = took a small bite. Trying to adopt the proper persona, I held the = bite in my mouth to test the texture and tried to separate out the = various flavors. I then repeated the procedure after taking a sip of = coffee, and again after a sip of milk. The thought struck me that I = could be good at this. There appeared to be three or four cookies each of four different = batches in the bag, which made sense. I went through the routine with = one cookie from each batch, then closed the bag, finished off the = glass of milk and the cup of coffee, and then sat back to review my = notes and start putting together a mental draft of my critique. I had = soon completed a couple of real drafts and was feeling fairly = satisfied with my work. Writing the cookie review had given me a jump start. I went back to = work on my bill-paying article and by three A.M. had finished it off. = I was on a roll, so I pulled out my current short story, threw out = the last half-dozen pages and replaced them with a dozen fresh ones. = Really fresh ones. In a few hours I had gotten more real work done = than I had in the previous week. When my alarm went off at 7:30, I = went to bed. I woke up a couple of hours later in a cold sweat. The reality of = the day before had begun pounding on my mind. There was another brief = moment when I had hoped it was only a spectacularly good dream, but = then I saw the cookie bag where I had left it on the desk. I got up, = walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I felt = as though I had some kind of monstrous hangover. I couldn't go back = to bed, so I went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. = Desperate thoughts kept running through my head. I had the feeling = that any minute there would be a knock at the door. There was a knock at the door. Startled, I jumped up and realized = that I was still in my pajamas. I thought briefly that it would be = particularly ignominious to be either arrested or shot by an irate = parent while in my pajamas, and was considering retreating to the = bedroom to get dressed when the knock came again, more insistently. = My knees were shaking as I walked to the door. I peered anxiously = through the fish-eye and saw neither a blue uniform nor a hulking = father, but a small figure in torn jeans, sweatshirt, and cap. I = didn't recognize him, but thought that it could be the new paper boy, = and if it was, I owed him money. I opened the door. It took a few = moments for my eyes to focus, and then I recognized Jen. She stepped = quickly through the door, almost pushing me aside. "I'm really sorry about yesterday, Mr. Marshall," she said. "Really = I am, but I want to ask you a favor anyway, OK? Has my Mom called = yet?" "Sorry about what, Jen? I don't understand. Your Mom hasn't called. = Did she say she was going to?" I had the feeling I was losing it = again. "Yeah. She was gonna talk to the other Moms first, though. You know = what I mean. About spitting that stuff out and chickening out at the = end and all." I supposed she meant the Moms were going to discuss the = class. At least I hoped that was what she meant. "Listen, Jen," I said, "that's perfectly all right. Lots of people = don't like to swallow, and it really makes no difference at all, you = know. And don't let the others push you into anything you don't want = to do." "But I really, really, really wanted to do it! Honest! But I got = scared after I saw Karen and Sam. I didn't know what I might do. I'm = usually a lot more=8A excitable than they are and they kinda freaked, = so I was really scared. Especially when I thought about how it felt = when you took my bra off and kissed me. I never once in my whole life = even imagined anything like that. I just didn't want them to see me = go really crazy or anything, and I was afraid I would. But I'll still = be scared next week if I don't do it first, so that's what I wanted = to ask. Could I have my turn today, please? I know you're busy, and = we took up a lot of time yesterday, but it really wouldn't take long, = and I could help you out somehow to make up for it=8Aclean your house = for you while you work or something, whatever you say." She was so serious I could barely keep from laughing. I had never = really believed in hysteria, but I had the feeling I might be about = to experience it. I took a deep breath, then another, then said = thoughtfully, "Jen, I would truly love to do it, but are you sure = it's really a good idea? With just the two of us? I=8A" "It's OK, Mr. Marshall, really it is. I trust you. Will you do it = for me? Please?" I thought, what the hell, they can only hang me once, and agreed. "Oh, great!" she squealed. "Should I get undressed, or do you want = to do it again?" "It's up to you, Jen. Whatever you want. After all, it's your = party." I could be magnanimous in times like these. "OK, I'll do it, but can I do you first? I only had a chance to do a = little bit yesterday." "Sure. If you like. But I'm only wearing pajamas, so it'll only be a = little bit today, too." "Yeah," she said slyly, "but it's the little bit that counts." She = moved to me and unbuttoned my top, then pulled it down from my = shoulders and pitched it aside. With a huge grin she began unsnapping = my pants, revealing my condition (which had hardly been concealed, = anyway.) She pulled them down, and I stepped out of them. "Well, = hello, there!" she said to my bobbing cock. She bent over and kissed = it lightly on the tip, then stood up straight and took a couple of = steps backward. She bent over, untied her shoes, slipped them off, = and pulled off her socks. Then she stood up, flipped her cap onto a = nearby chair, and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She began to = slowly unbutton her jeans. My mouth was getting dry. She dropped her = jeans and kicked them aside. She stood quietly for a moment, then = reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She shrugged it off and = hung it over my cock, then slipped out of her panties and hung them = up as well. Then she put her hands on her hips, looked me in the eye, = and said, "Well. Here we are." "Yes, indeed," I replied, sitting down on the floor, "and we have = work to do." I extended my hand to her and she sat next to me. I put = my arm around her and lowered her to the floor. "Nobody will hear me if I yell, will they?" she asked me. "Nope," I said, "let it all hang out. Yell, scream, whatever you = like. If you want me to do something or stop something, just tell me." "Do something," she said. "Yes, ma'am," I said. And I did. I began kissing her face as I = stroked her body. "That feeling is starting to come back already," she commented = quietly. "I might get pretty wild if it keeps up." "Get as wild as you like, Jen," I said. "There's no one to hear but = me, and I can handle it." "OK," she said clearly. "It feels like my nipples are getting really = hard already, and I'm starting to get wet, too." She was right. Lying down as she was, she hardly had any breasts, = but her nipples were rock hard. I moved my fingers back and forth = across one of them, flicking it with each one. She began lifting her = body from the floor, pressing against my hand. I kissed the hollow of = her throat, and began moving lower. I let my hand slide below her = nipple and rest on the bottom of her breast. I kissed the top of her = breast, then worked my way around it, letting my lips brush her = nipple but without kissing it. I raised my head slightly and flicked = my tongue across her nipple, and when I did she crushed my head to = her, saying, "Yes, that's it=8A that's it=8A" I didn't pull away, but = allowed her to direct my kisses while my hand slid down along her = side to rest on her hip, with my thumb lying in the crease of her = thigh. My lips and tongue played with her nipple while my hand slid = across to her inner thigh. It might have been my imagination, but I = was sure that I felt heat coming from her crotch. I slid my hand up = until my forefinger was lying in the crease of her cunt, and my thumb = was sliding along the side of her clit. Her hips began to move, = lifting against my hand. She gasped slightly and said = matter-of-factly, but in a husky voice, "Mr. Marshall, I'm going to = scream." In answer I sucked in her nipple and flicked it with my = tongue, and at the same time let the tip of my finger enter her. She = screamed. She crushed my head into her breast again, and screamed = again. Her hips were beginning to buck completely off the floor. I moved my = hand away and caressed her thigh, working slowly down to her knee. I = began to kiss my way down from her breast, working my way slowly, and = letting my lips trace every inch. Her hands stayed on my head, but = she didn't try to lead. She was breathing very deeply and noisily, = and her body was writhing slightly. My lips crossed her belly and = moved further down. I felt the soft wisps of her sparse pubic hair = against my cheek, but let my lips move over to the outside of her = thigh. I slid one of my hands beneath her leg and, with my fingers = sliding down her inner thigh, kissed my way all the down her leg, = behind her knee, and down to her foot. Then I rolled over and began = working my way back up the inside of her leg. When I reached the = point that my cheek was resting on her mound, I turned over again and = began moving down her other leg. She started making crying sounds, = sobbing sounds. She tried to speak, but got no further than, "Mr. = Marshall=8A" As I moved down, she turned her leg to accommodate me. = When I got to the back of her knee this time, I kissed it once, and = then licked it, and then slid my tongue quickly back up her thigh all = the way to her clit. I flicked my tongue around and across it, then = let my lip press against it as I thrust my tongue into her. A = gargling scream came out of her. Her body began to tremble and shake. = As I continued probing her with my tongue the tremble became a = shudder, and then an earthquake. Her hips bucked violently against = me. Her hands pressed against my head again, but there was no = strength in them. A low moan came from her that grew in intensity. By = now I had my hands cradling her buttocks as I lapped at her. A scream = that dwarfed all the previous ones came pouring from her, and = suddenly she shuddered violently again, and then went limp, so limp = that I thought that she had fainted. I dipped my tongue deeply into = her again to taste the mucous that was flowing from her, and then = moved back up to hold her in my arms. I kissed her eyelids and tasted = salty tears. She pulled my lips to hers and kissed me violently. Then = she threw her arms around my neck, put her lips to my ear, and = giggling madly, said simply, "See?" "Jen," I said, "I would say that you did rather spectacularly well. = Really, I pushed you a lot farther than I did Karen or Sam, and you = handled it at least as well as they did." "I'll do better next time, Mr. Marshall. I know what it's like now, = and I can handle it next time. You watch. I'm ready to finish the = rest of it now, too." I must have looked puzzled, because she = explained more carefully. "I want to suck you and take your cum in my = mouth, just like the others did." "Jen, if you do it now, there's going to be a lot. More even than = Sue got yesterday, I'm sure. Maybe you ought to pass on this one and = get the next one." "I'm going to get both of them, if it's all right with you," she = said. As she spoke, she moved down to my cock and took it in her = mouth. I spoke again, "Wait, Jen." She lifted her head and looked at me = curiously. "About this swallowing business. Really, you should only = do what's comfortable for you and what you like to do. You shouldn't = worry about whether the other girls swallow or not: that has nothing = to do with you and me." "But now I want to try it myself," she said. "If I really don't like = it, I won't do it anymore; I'll spit it out just like I did last = time. I promise." "OK. But remember, this first one might come at you pretty hard. If = it bothers you at all, just quit and spit it out, and you can try = again later." "All right, Mr. Marshall. Now will you please shut up? I've got = stuff to do." And with that, she went to it. She began slowly, = seeming to savor every part of it. Then her jaw began to work, and = her head began to bob. Her hand cradled my balls, and began to softly = massage them. This was not going to take long at all. I held back as = long as I could, then tried to warn her as my back rose from the = floor and I pulled my elbows under me. I don't know whether I = succeeded or not, but she never flinched as I began to pump into her = mouth. I began to moan as she sucked and squeezed, and sucked and = squeezed, and then began to chew. I thought that I was about = finished, when I felt another stream rising. As it spurted from me, I = gasped loudly. Jen never missed a beat. My back was still arched up = from the floor, and I began to tremble. She sucked deeply, and I went = limp, dropping back to the floor. She sucked again, then let her = mouth pull free. My vision was hazy, but I could see a huge grin on = her face as she sat back on her heels. There was one tiny trickle = from the corner of her mouth, and as I watched she flicked her tongue = out to wipe it away. "Yeah. I think I like that," she said. "But I'll = need to try it again a couple more times to make sure." She grinned, = got to her feet, and extended a hand to me. I took it gratefully, and = she helped me up, then walked me to the sofa where we both dropped. "Thanks a lot, Mr. Marshall," she said, "I feel a lot better about = everything now. I'm not gonna worry about anything anymore, I'm just = gonna relax and have fun." "I'm glad you feel better, Jen," I said cautiously, "but you really = shouldn't worry about what the others might think, anyway. Just be = yourself, and don't do anything just because they are doing it." "I won't, Mr. Marshall, I promise. And besides, I told you before = that this wasn't like that at all. I really wanted to do it, they = didn't have anything to do with it. I don't do stuff just because = they do, or anybody else, either." "That's good, Jen. I'm glad to hear you say that." "Can I ask you something, Mr. Marshall? You don't have to answer if = you don't want to." "Go ahead and ask, Jen. I'll try and answer." After I said that, I = thought that I might be letting myself in for it. "Yesterday when we were playing strip poker, how come you took my = clothes off instead of somebody else's? I think most guys would take = Sam's clothes, or Sue's. Why me?" I thought for a couple of seconds. I wasn't really sure myself, but = I thought I could at least try to give an honest answer. " I didn't = really think about it, Jen. I just did it. I'm not sure why. I guess = because I kind of considered you the spokesman, or the leader, or = something. I was just kind of focused on you, I guess. And = besides=8A" I paused, considering. "You're a very cute girl, and = I=8A" I stopped. "That's okay, Mr. Marshall. I was just wondering. It's not = important." She snuggled up against me and pulled her legs up beside = her on the sofa. She held her hand out flat and stiff, rested her = palm on what was left of my erection, and began to rotate it slowly. = "Everybody thinks you're a really nice guy." "I'm glad to hear that. Can I ask you a question now?" "Sure. Go ahead." She sounded pretty confident. "How did you girls decide to come here? Really?" I was shocked to = hear myself ask the question, somehow. Everything had a surreal feel = about it by now. "Oh, that's easy. We've all been friends since grade school, and = we've been talking about this kind of stuff for ever. You know, about = boys and sex and stuff." I nodded. "Well, anyway, a couple of weeks = ago we were talking about it and we decided that we didn't want to = mess around with any boys our age, but that if we could find an older = guy that we could get to cooperate, then that would be great. But it = would have to be like a really older guy, not some creep. Somebody = that we could trust and that wouldn't get us in trouble or anything. = Well, when you helped us out the other day, you seemed like a nice = guy, and we started talking about really doing it. And we had your = name and address, so we could do it if we wanted to. So for a couple = of days we talked about how we could do it and what we would do if = things went wrong and all. By yesterday we thought we were ready, so = we did it. And I'm really glad we did. And the others are, too. So = now we're all set." " Oh. I see. Well, I'm glad you did, too." And I was, for now. I = considered asking whose idea it was, but decided that I probably = already knew anyway, and also that Jen might think it was a group = idea rather than one person's. And besides, I didn't really feel like = getting in to it, after all. With all the attention, my erection was = at least 90 percent again. We both sat silently for a minute or so = and watched her hand rotate. "Listen, Mr. Marshall," she said at last, "do you have a little more = time? I don't want to bother you, really I don't, but can I stay here = another hour or two like this? I mean let's not get dressed, let's = just stay naked here for a while." "I have plenty of time, Jen," I answered, "but won't someone wonder = where you are?" "No problem. I'm supposed to be at the mall, so nobody will be = looking for me for hours." Just then the phone rang. I glanced at the = clock. It was just after eleven. The phone rang again. I looked at = Jen. She looked at me with an exasperated expression on her face and = said, "You better answer that, it might be the phone." I hadn't heard that in awhile, and wondered where she picked it up. = I was thinking about it as I picked up the phone and said, "Hello." There was a slight pause, and then a clear female voice said, "I'd = like to speak to Mr. John Marshall, please." "Speaking." "Mr. Marshall, my daughter and some of her friends saw your card and = are interested in your writing seminars. I'd like to get a little = more information, if you don't mind." A fist gripped my heart. It took all my remaining strength to hold = my voice steady as I said, "Not at all. I'd be happy to answer any = questions you might have." "Well, first of all, who are you? Your card doesn't seem to give = very much information. What kind of writer are you? What kind of = teaching experience do you have? How many of these seminars have you = conducted?" "I suppose that it didn't. Professionally, most of my work is = technical writing for a nontechnical audience; some people refer to = it as popular technical writing, but I consider that a serious misuse = of the word 'popular'." I paused to allow her to appreciate my little = joke, but there was no indication that she had, so I went on. "I've = published two books in the field, with a third accepted for = publication, as well as several magazine articles. I've also = published a few short stories, a little criticism, and a little = poetry. As a graduate student at the University of Michigan, I taught = several writing classes, and did a little tutoring." "I see. What kind of students did you have in mind for these = seminars?" "I'm looking for people with a serious interest in writing, but = background and experience aren't that important. I should point out = that I don't consider a serious interest in writing to be synonymous = with an interest in serious writing. I know from personal experience = that it pays to be able to write in more than one form." Feeling = rather satisfied with the way things were going, I had stretched out = my legs and put my feet on the coffee table. I glanced over at Jen to = see if she was getting an appreciation for my talents. She made a = face at me, and spun her hand around rapidly. "And what would you expect to be the results of your seminar for the = participants, Mr. Marshall?" "Well, I certainly wouldn't guarantee that anyone would immediately = be able to sit down and write the Great American Novel, but I would = expect all of us to be better writers when we finish than when we = begin. I would expect in particular that there would be a better = understanding of what a writer is, and what a writer does, and what = it means to take a professional approach to writing, even if you = aren't writing professionally, and that writing well can itself be = very rewarding. And since I intend to accept and keep only those = people who I feel can accomplish those goals, I would be willing to = guarantee them." There was a slight pause, and then she continued, "Well, I'm not = sure that these girls will meet your standards. Frankly, they're = eighth graders who are going through a phase. I suppose they think of = writing as romantic. Have you accepted anyone yet? How many people = were you considering taking?" "I've talked to three or four people so far, but I haven't actually = accepted anyone yet. I think that one or two of them might fit in, = but not all. I had originally considered three people an ideal size = group for this, but I would want a small group in any case." "Your card also said nothing about cost. How much would it be?" "That was a tough decision for me. I wouldn't want to freeze out = anyone because they couldn't afford it, but I also felt that I should = charge something. That's the reason there was nothing on the card = about it. I would expect to meet once or twice a week for a total of = one to two hours, but even that would be flexible. I think that for = that it would be reasonable to ask twenty dollars per week from each = participant, but that is certainly negotiable." "Yes. That's quite reasonable. I understand what you're saying. = Would you consider taking these four girls as a group? I have the = feeling that this is an all or nothing project for them. Would that = be too large a group for you?" "I certainly couldn't commit to anything without meeting them, but = their number would not necessarily be a problem, no." "Could I bring them over to meet you some evening next week, then?" "Yes. Certainly. Monday would be fine. Seven o'clock?" "I'm not sure I can make seven o'clock. Would eight be acceptable?" "Yes, of course. Monday at eight, then. Could I get at least your = name? And the girls' names, too, if you don't mind." "I'm sorry. I should have identified myself sooner. I'm Mrs. = Kathleen Donohue. Do you really need the girls' names now? I could = give you my daughter's name, of course, but I'm afraid I'd be = guessing at some of the others." "That's quite all right, Mrs. Donohue. I can get all the girls' = names next week." Jen punched me in the arm and began bouncing up and = down on the sofa. When I looked around, she poked her finger at her = chest and silently mouthed, "That's my Mom!" I grinned and gave her a = thumbs up. "I don't know how much space you have, Mr. Marshall. Would it be all = right if some of the other parents came with us as well?" "Certainly, Mrs. Donohue. I'll find room for all of you. I think = that would be best, actually, since I might have some questions, = private or otherwise, for the parents as well." "Very well, then, Mr. Marshall. Thank you for your time. We'll be = there at eight on Monday evening. Goodbye." "Goodbye, Mrs. Donohue. Thank you for your interest." The line went = dead, and I hung up. "Wow! I can't believe it! We're sitting here naked and playing = around, and you're talking to my Mom on the phone! That's great! But = you know what? Are they coming over here? We've gotta get this place = cleaned up a little bit, OK? I mean, I don't want to say that it's = terrible or anything, but we really oughta do something. OK?" All of = that was apparently on one breath. I wouldn't have thought that those = lungs would hold that much air. "Do you really think so, Jen? I think it looks sort of Bohemian, = kind of appropriate for a writer, wouldn't you say?" "You don't know my Mom. Come on. I'll help you." She got up and = started in a beeline for a pile of books and papers littering the = floor near my desk. "Where does all this stuff go?" As she was = striding across the floor, it struck me that she had a particularly = nice bottom. And shoeless as she was, her legs were probably the most = shapely they would be for several years. "OK, slave driver, I'll show you." I walked over beside her. She = really was a slave driver, and a typhoon to boot. We started = straightening up the place, and wound up doing a general house = cleaning. She was flying around, putting things in order and giving = orders as well. Both of us were buck naked, and while we were working = were generally oblivious of it, but aesthetically she began to grow = on me. It was a strange feeling. For some reason there was nothing = sexual about it, just an abstract appreciation of this barely = pubescent young body bouncing around my house. We didn't stop with = the living room, but cleaned the entire house. When we were cleaning = my bedroom, she made one of the few non-work-related comments since = we started. All she said was, "This is your bed, huh?" but it caused = me to blush deeply and it was all I could do to nod affirmatively. = She looked at me quizzically and went back to work. When we had = worked our way back to the living room, it was nearly two o'clock. = She looked around critically, said, "This oughta do. Try and not = destroy it before Monday, OK?" and then plopped down on the sofa = again and patted the cushion beside her. By now she had me trained, = and I dropped down beside her. "Jen," I said wonderingly, "are you this way at home?" "God, no!" she exclaimed. "I never clean at home unless Mom gets out = a whip, but this is different." She dropped her hand onto my thigh. = My cock had completely collapsed during the cleaning rampage, but now = when she touched me it started to rise again. "Are you tired?" she asked. I thought about it. "No, not really. Not at all. Are you?" "Nope. Tell you what, let's do a couple of things before we quit = today, OK?" I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but I was game. "Sure. = What?" "First you do me the same way you did before. Try and do it exactly = the same, if you can, so I know what's going to happen. I want to see = if I holler as much if I'm not surprised. OK?" We were both hot and sweaty after the house cleaning. The thought of = kissing her body was incredibly exciting. "OK. Sure. I'll try. I'm = not sure if I can remember exactly, but I'll do my best." As I spoke, = I could feel my cock rising, which a quick glance confirmed. "OK, great!" she said. "And then I'll have a surprise for you." = Rather than simply dropping to the floor, she extended her arms to me = to be lifted and then put down gently. I tried to follow the pattern I had set before, and I think I came = pretty close. Some of the timing might have been a little different, = but I was pretty sure that the sequence was the same. This time, her = reaction was completely different. From the start, she was purring = softly. She soon began to softly chant encouraging sounds, almost = singing voicelessly. Now knowing what was coming, and anticipating = it, her sounds would grow gradually louder and harsher, then be = punctuated by sharp gasps which were not quite screams this time. At = least until the very end, when restraint went by the wayside and she = clearly lost it again. This time, she cramped up, too; it seemed that = every muscle in her body turned to lumpy stone. I tried to massage = away the cramps, but I'm not sure how much good I did. In a few = minutes, though, they were gone, and Jen grinned, looked up at me, = and said, "Better and better...", then curled up into my arms and = fell silent for a couple of minutes more. When she finally moved, she rolled away and said, "Now then. Lie = back and close your eyes." I did. I felt her move closer, and then I felt her lips on my eyelid. As = she kissed my face, the ends of her hair tickled my shoulders. I felt = a moment of panic when I realized what was about to happen. Her = fingers began to play across my chest. I wasn't sure whether I was = going to be able to take it. She lay down against me, and I could = feel her nipples erect against my arm. My nipples were erect, too, = and she began to flick her fingers across them. When her lips moved = down to my throat, my back began to arch off the floor involuntarily. = Now it was my turn to feel anticipation. There wasn't the slightest = doubt in my mind what she intended. My initial panic had never = completely subsided; I wasn't sure how I was going to react. Even = though I knew what was coming, things faded into a blur. All thought = was washed out of me by a flood of pure pleasure. I became conscious = of a strange harsh gasping sound from somewhere in the distance, and = then I realized that the sound was coming from me. Her lips made light flickering kisses across my chest. Her tongue = flicked across my nipples. She kept slowly working her way back up = and down, and she was really starting to get to me. She moved over on = top of me, and her body writhed sensuously on mine. I put my arms = around her. Her nipples were burning holes in my skin, and her belly = pressed my cock between us. I felt that I was about to explode, and = was half afraid that I would, and half afraid that I wouldn't. She slid lower down my body, her nipples leaving a burning trail = along my skin. Her tongue flicked across my belly, which pulled in as = though trying to escape. It seemed as though every muscle in my body = was contracting at once. She cupped my balls in the gentle fingers of = one hand, and her thumb whispered along the sensitive bottom of my = cock. I was gripped by strong and strange feelings, fear among them. = I felt as though my body was completely in her control, and that if = she wished, it would explode violently at any second. My back was = convulsively arching off the floor, and my calves began to cramp. I = could hear my own panting, almost like sobbing, coming from a great = distance. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears. She traced her = fingernails lightly down the outside of my thighs as she moved lower = along my body. My skin felt as though it was on fire wherever she = touched it. Her hand move back up and again cradled my balls as she = brushed them with her lips. As she did, her cheek touched my cock, = and her hair fell over it. I will never know why I didn't erupt right = then and spray her head with cum, but I didn't. I heard my own voice, = cracked and almost soundlessly calling "Jen...Jen..." but I didn't = know myself whether it was a plea for mercy, or an avowal of = devotion. She began kissing the inside of my thighs, and my heels = began drumming involuntarily on the floor. My fingertips were clawing = at the floor, and shudders began to hit my body in waves. Her hands = moved back up along my thighs, moving from the outside to the top, = and sliding upward. She covered the base of my cock with light = fluttering kisses, and I could no longer feel the floor at my back. = It was as though I was completely suspended in air. I think I began = making animal sounds; I know the voice I heard wasn't human. Her = tongue flicked across my balls, traced a path along the bottom of my = cock, and began circling slowly around the head. I could no longer = see or hear the world around me, but I could see brightly colored = lights flashing everywhere, and sounds like monstrous organ chords = surrounded me. I don't think I even detected the instant when her = lips covered my cock and she began to take it into her mouth, but = suddenly it was there. Everything that I had felt before fell away = into insignificance. Her lips and tongue had captured the whole of my = existence, and I was no longer in my body. The sensation seemed as = though it lasted for hours, but it couldn't have been more than a few = tens of seconds. My senses suddenly returned with a vengeance. There = was a load screaming in my ears, and I don't know to this day whether = it was real and coming from me, or whether it was just another of = those incredible illusions that had engulfed me. I know that cum was = pouring from my dick in spurt after spurt. With each spurt I could = feel Jen swallow, and the movement brought forth yet more. I don't = know how many waves hit me, but I do know that it was more than I had = ever felt before, or since. After what seemed an eternity, my body = gave a mighty shudder and relaxed. My blood was pounding so hard that = it must have been audible for blocks. My lungs heaved and struggled = to bring in air. My skin felt as though my entire body was being = pricked by needles. Then I realized that my erection was subsiding; = Jen was softly massaging it, and as I became aware of that, it began = to stiffen again. Jen looked up and said with a grin, "My, my..." I managed to scrape together enough breath and energy to say, "My = god, Jen. Oh, my god..." She just smiled and crawled up beside me to = lay her head on my chest. She said softly, "I think it's time for me to go now. You wanna = split a shower first?" That seemed an imminently sensible idea. We = stood up slowly, and walked to the bathroom holding hands. We washed = each other, and there seemed to be nothing sexual about it, just a = feeling of closeness and sharing. We dried each other off, and got dressed, saying hardly a word to = each other because none was needed. When we were both dressed, I = pulled her close to me and held her to me. "Jen," I started to say, = but she stopped me. "Shhhh. Don't say anything now. OK? Just hold me a minute." I = complied. Finally she let her arms slide down, and so did I. We held = hands. "Well, I gotta go," she said finally. We walked to the door. I opened it, and she took a quick look around = outside before stepping out. When she did, she turned around to me = and said with a huge, evil, grin, "You know, we've never actually = seen you cum, have we?", then turned and walked down the sidewalk = without looking back.