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44
"Mmmmm Daddy. I like that," Cindy said, as she felt her
father working about an inch of his cock in and out of her tiny
little slit, trying to milk the last greasy curds of hazardous
baby-making sperm up into his own diminutive young daughter's
virginal 11-year-old belly. Cindy reached down and grasped the
base of her father's virile penis, and then with a sensual
milking motion, proceeded to strip the last lingering globs of
incestuous sperm up through the tube on the bottom and into her
eagerly accepting vagina. The sensations, as each last greasy
curd expanded the head of the man's penis, and then exited into
the welcoming young belly of his not-even-12 year old daughter,
were incredible.
"It must be something about breeding your own kid," George
thought. Then he had a touch of horror, as he realized he might
have done just that. Still, knowing that his daughter had taken
his sperm willingly, and wouldn't be upset if he did get her
pregnant, made George love the little girl more than he would
previously have conceived. He thought he had loved his little
girl before, but now he knew that it had been just a shadow of
what was possible.
As the last greasy dollop of semen squirted from the head of
his penis, into the clasping young vagina of his own sexy little
daughter, George Macon's cock began to shrink. The head of his
swollen cock was still trapped in his daughter's tight little
vagina; the muscles at the entrance wouldn't let it go. The
contractions of his own child's pussy, squeezing the head of his
penis, felt so good; he didn't want to withdraw. Still, all good
things must end. "I'm going to pull out now," he warned.
"George, Wait!" The frantic cry from his wife stopped the
exit of the father's cock from his offspring's belly, and he
paused while Cindy continued to milk the tip of his now
diminished penis with her squeezing vagina. Shortly, Arlene
returned from the hall with a large towel, which she placed
underneath the incestuously coupled duo.
"There! Now you won't get it all over the bed and carpet,"
she said, as she watched the father and daughter uncouple.
As George's penis left his daughters' vagina, it was like
pulling a plug. A gush of white sticky sperm came flooding out
and soaking into the towel. Cindy's belly felt empty. She had
loved the warm feeling of her father's slippery sperm filling her
vagina, and now it was all running out.
"Oh Daddy, I wish I could keep it all inside," she moaned,
as the torrent subsided and all she felt was a slight trickle of
her father's sticky cum soaking into her immature young womb.
45
Arlene Macon clucked as she helped clean up the ravished
vagina of her young daughter. "All I can say is: You took quite
a chance young lady, especially with that man of yours, coming
over for dinner. Who's baby are you going to have anyway?"
Cindy blushed beet red. "Nobody's. At least not right now.
I'm pretty safe."
"Uh Huh. Cindy, do you know what the medical term is for
girls like you, who rely on the rhythm method?" Arlene asked her
daughter.
"No, What."
"Mothers."
"Oh. Oh! I see what you mean. Does that mean I can't have
Mr. Stockdale 'do it' in me? I wanted to feel his cum inside me,
the first time."
Arlene looked seriously at her young daughter and replied,
"do what you must. I just want you to be aware of what might
happen."
"Oh, I am Mommy, I am." Cindy shivered at the thought. She
might already be pregnant. And by her own Father! Then she
shivered at an even more deliciously scary thought. Tonight, she
was going to try again. All night long. And with Mr. Stockdale!
"God, I hope I don't get pregnant." She shivered. The
thought of having a baby was scary, but a little exciting too.
"You'll be pretty safe," her mother reassured her, "at least
for about a week. Then you'd better cool it." Arlene's advice,
though somewhat at odds with her earlier statement, made sense to
Cindy.
"Ok Mom," she said, as she got up to take a shower. Cindy
left the room stretching her naked body to work out the kinks,
never noticing the large glob of sperm that dribbled out of her
puffy slit, and ran obscenely down her leg. She felt so good!
She didn't realize the perfect spectacle she made of herself as a
freshly fucked young girl, but her parents did.
"Wow, did you see that?!" Arlene called her husband's
attention, but he had already noticed, and his cock started to
rise again, even after all the abuse it had received.
Arlene decided that she had better make use of it before it
vanished, and before she was all the way to the bathroom, Cindy
heard the now familiar squeaking of the bed, along with loving
murmurs of: "Child-raping, daughter-fucker." "Horny slut."
"Incestuous pedofile." "Child-procuring Madam." The murmurs
died down, as the action got faster. There was a peak of
activity, just before Cindy turned on the shower, and she heard
the final murmurs. These were almost inaudible; but she had
heard them so many times before, she could recognize them from
the tone, if not the content. "I love you, Honey." "I love you
too, Dear."
Cindy finished her shower and prepared for her 'date'. She
wondered how Mr. Stockdale was going to respond.
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CHAPTER 5
Cindy and the hot-tub
"Mommy, I don't know what to dooo!" The little-girl wail
was at complete odds with the spectacle of the half-naked woman-
child figure, with a towel wrapped around its waist that filled
the doorway.
"I can't just come out and ask him. What if he says no?"
The child's torment was obvious.
"I thought you said he wants to," the older woman replied.
"I can tell he wants to. He can still say no. He might be
afraid." The cause of her child's distress was now obvious.
"Come here dear. I've got an Idea." Arlene held out her
arms to the distressed child. "Now listen. He can't say no, if
he never gets asked. Now here's what we're going to do." She
started to whisper into the little girl's ear as Cindy had
plopped down naked in her mother's lap, dropping the towel as her
head started bobbing up and down. Pretty soon, giggles started
to shake the girl, while her swelling little breasts bobbed up
and down deliciously.
"Aren't you going to tell us too?" asked Billy Macon,
enjoying the spectacle of his naked little sister's bobbing
breasts. His Father had already explained to him about his
sister's 'date,' and he couldn't wait to see how she brought it
off. The three of them had been sitting around the kitchen table
discussing the upcoming evening when Cindy's spectacular entrance
had stopped them.
"No, You men, will just have to watch and see." Arlene was
adamant. "Your reactions will be more genuine that way." "Just
remember to act as if this was all perfectly natural, and it
happens every day." "And stop ogling your sister's boobs!" "It
isn't as if you never saw them before," she finished, in mock
disgust.
At this, Cindy brazenly stuck out her aroused semi-developed
breasts at her brother, and wiggled them provocatively. The
older boy got up; calmly walked over to the naked little girl;and
gave each jiggling mound a long sucking kiss. Then said with a
smirk, as he left the room just ahead of his mother's swat,
"They're nice boobs Sis." His voice blended into the slam of the
screen door, "But I've seen better."
"He has too," the exasperated, but loving voice of his
mother continued, "That Marylin!"
47
Both of the other two remaining occupants of the room
started snickering. Marylin and her boobs. It was funny, yet
almost tragic, the way Billy's 16-year old girlfriend was mainly
noticed for her breasts. Most men never even saw her pretty
face, or her petite little body. The teenager's breasts stuck
out like cannons in front of her. Only 16, and she already wore
a 44D bra. Even Dolly Parton didn't look so top-heavy. Of
course, it didn't help, that the sexually obsessed teenybopper
wore tight sweaters, or tiny bikini-tops to emphasize her
overdevelopment.
The sex-bomb had gone through a string of boyfriends, and
even older men with an abandon that had rocked the neighborhood
for a year. Once, there had even been rumors of a charge of
statutory-rape against one of the married men down the street.
It wasn't until the nymphet had settled on Billy as her semi-
permanent stud-in-waiting, that the hoorah started to die down.
It seemed that his nonchalance, and willingness to put up with
her promiscuous ways kept her coming back, as she had never done
for any of the other boys. Billy knew that one man would never
be enough for the sex-obsessed teenager, and was happy that she
preferred him as her primary source of satisfaction. He could
feel the love developing between the two of them, and knew if he
just bided his time, she would probably say, "Yes," when he asked
her to marry him. In the mean time: "Since he was already
getting the milk free, why buy the cow?" It was a standard
family joke made even more funny by Marylin's oversized mammarys.
Tonight, Marylin would be joining them for dinner, but the
two would stay at her parents' house that night. Sometimes they
slept in Billy's room, and sometimes at her place. Her parents
had long-ago given up on controlling their child's sexual
excesses, and were relatively relieved to see her confining most
of her sexual activity to just one partner. Billy was almost as
welcome at her house, as at his own, because they saw in him a
possible permanent solution.
At the moment, Billy was on his way to pick up Marylin for
dinner at his house, then back to hers, for a night of sleeping
together. If they actually got any sleep that is. The boy had
left early, because Marylin had promised him a 'quickie' if he
hurried.
Arlene sighed to herself. Her "little" boy, was almost as
oversexed as the blond bombshell he was screwing. Look what he
had done with his innocent little sister. She started giggling
at the new train of thought, as she considered what the
"innocent" little girl was planning. Well, maybe not so
innocent.
48
John Stockdale was sweating as he reached out to push the
button beside the door. He glanced at his watch. Precisely 2
minutes to 6. The man considered waiting another minute or two
to be exactly on time. He hated it when guests showed up early
at his house. Finally, he decided that by the time the doorbell
was answered, and introductions had been made, the point would be
moot. "BING! bong," went the bell, and the door jumped open
startling him. Cindy had been following her mother's
instructions, and was soaking in the hot-tub ready to jump out
when the family had announced the arrival of his car. She had
jumped out of the tub, and had been waiting, dripping, on the
hallway floor, for him to press the button. It had seemed like
an incredibly long 2 minutes.
The handsome man was almost floored by the vision that
appeared in the doorway. The girl, ("No, make that woman," he
thought.) framed in the light of the lowering sun was almost
naked. She had obviously just gotten out of some kind of pool,
because her hair was soaked, and dangling in strings, and she
wore a tiny bikini that didn't hide a single one of her charms.
The two tiny, almost transparent, triangles that covered her
budding breasts were plastered down, and John could see each
erect nipple through the gauzy wet cloth. The third triangle
vanished into the crack of her pouting vagina; actually inside
the lips, instead of covering them. (Her mother had worked hard,
to get just the right effect.) The result was overpowering. She
would have been a lot less desirable looking if she had been
merely naked.
"Oh Mr. Stockdale!" Cindy exclaimed. The nubile young girl
jumped at him with childlike glee, and wrapping her wet arms
around his neck, and gave him an open mouthed kiss that made the
one he had gotten the other day seem like one from a maiden aunt.
She pushed her lively little tongue between his teeth, and almost
down his throat, then wiggled her wet squirmy body so close that
he felt she had been plastered to his front. He had to put his
arms around the squirming child to keep his balance. The man's
arms automatically wrapped themselves around the excited little
girl, and he couldn't help but be turned on by the feeling of her
wet naked skin. It had been a long time, since he had a naked
woman in his arms, and never one so young and eager. Being
handsome had its advantages, but never had a woman (Child, he
corrected himself as he remembered her age.) come onto him like
this.
All of a sudden, her age, the reason he had been called
over, and the situation as it must look to her family caused him
to break out in a cold sweat. He was dead! His school-teaching
career was finished. They'd probably lock him up and throw away
the key until he was so old he wouldn't know what to do with a
woman, let alone be able to fuck one.
Cindy felt the man go stiff with shock in her arms. "Now
what's wrong?" she thought. "What's wrong?" she put the thought
into words.
"Your parents!" the desperate man gasped.
49
John managed to hold onto a ray of hope. Maybe nobody had
noticed. The faint glimmer died when he saw an older woman at
the head of the stairs. She had obviously been watching the
reaction her offspring's attire and activity had been causing.
Catching the man's eye, she smiled, and John almost fainted with
relief. Her mother wasn't angry! In fact, she seemed almost
pleased as she ushered her guest into the living room with a
volley of words:
"Well why don't you invite the poor man in Cindy?"
"Shame on you. Don't you have any manners?"
"You must be John Stockdale. I see you and Cindy know each
other" This last with a sparkle in her eyes and voice that left
the man wondering. Didn't she mind?
The woman was still fairly good looking for her forty years.
Time seemed to have gone easy on the fair skin and sensuous body.
The woman's continuous friendly chatter gathered up her errant
child and soon-to-be lover and deposited the two of them, alone,
in the little girl's bedroom, without John Stockdale ever being
able to figure out later, how it was done.
"Now you two sit right down here, and discuss your problem,
while I finish fixing dinner." The woman exited through the
door, and he heard the latch click. The silence was deafening.
"Our problem?" he finally managed to inquire.
"Well, My problem actually." The girl looked up at him
hopefully.
"Uh?" he encouraged.
"I'm a virgin."
"So?" John Stockdale was not one to be pushed.
"So, I want you help me not-be one."
The older man felt his ears turning red. Alone in a room
with a nubile young girl who wanted him to take her virginity was
every man's wet-dream, but this was unheard of! He temporized.
"You What?" he exclaimed.
"I want you to make love to me. Take my virginity. Pop my
cherry. Bust my hymen. Tap my. . .," she seemed about to
continue, when he interrupted:
"Ok. I get the message." He paused. "Your parents would
kill me."
50
"Mr. Stockdale." He got the feeling he was an idiot child
being addressed by an adult.
"Yes." If he was going to be addressed as a child, he would
answer as one.
"Who's bedroom are we in?"
"Yours."
"You're a man, I'm a woman, well girl," she amended.
He looked at her and had to agree again. Very definitely
female.
"I'm almost naked right?"
John had to agree. Almost was right!
"Who brought us here?"
"Your mother." The light was beginning to dawn.
"Did you hear the door lock when Mommy left?"
He had, and he could now see where this conversation was
heading.
"You may not have noticed, but we passed Daddy in the hall.
Did you see him?"
He shook his head.
"Well he was there, and he saw US," she emphasized. "Now,
for the sixty four thousand dollar question." She paused.
"What?" He couldn't help himself. He had to find out what
she was getting at.
"How many Chaperones, do you see in this in this room?"
"You don't mean?" It was too much; he choked.
"Mommy and Daddy know I chose you. They want my first time
to be nice, Not some hurried 'wham, bam, thank-you-mam' in the
back seat of a jalopy. They like you. More important, they
trust you. Do you know what I mean?"
He did, but another thought occurred. This had happened
before.
"Cindy, you don't expect me to marry you do you?" He had to
ask. Other women had tried the same trap, and her age didn't
mean she was safe.
Cindy gave him a smile that warmed the whole room like the
sun coming out.
"John. Do you mind if I call you John, now that I'm no
longer in your class?"
"Please do."
"John," she savored the word. "If, when I get older, you
decided you wanted me to spend the rest of my life with you, and
asked me to, I might say yes. Right now, I'm just a horny young
virgin, who wants to get laid, and you're the man I picked for
the job. No more, No less."
"That's quite an honor in itself," he replied, shook by the
child's wisdom.
"Then you will?" Cindy held her breath.
"I'll do my best."
51
At these quiet words, Cindy exploded with glee. Wrapping
her nearly naked body around the man, she began covering him with
kisses and hugs so that he felt nearly smothered. Responding
freely this time, he ran his big hands all over her squirming
little body. Feeling her nubile young tits, and running his hand
down her flat little belly and slipping his finger into the crack
between her legs. The feel of her soft naked skin was enough to
drive a man wild.
The man was about to pull off the girl's bikini, when there
was an interruption.
"Supper's ready, you two in there." The gruff voice
obviously belonged to the girl's father.
"Just a minute Daddy!" The child's voice was two octaves
higher.
"This'll have to do for now," Cindy said, as she snuggled
her near naked body up to his and gave him a last tongue-sucking
kiss that made his hair stand on end.
"Wow! When she gets a little older!" he thought, then
gathered his mysteriously unbuttoned pants back together as they
made themselves presentable for dinner. He watched as Cindy
slipped into a baby-doll nightie that, if anything, made her look
sexier than just the bikini alone.
Noticing his glance, she reassured him, "don't worry. It's
just Family."
"Some family," was his thought, as the barely dressed little
girl led him out the door, and into the kitchen where dinner was
just getting underway.
52
That evening, John knew he would remember every minute of,
until the day he died. He would probably dream of it when he was
lying in his coffin. The thing that impressed him most, was the
very ordinariness. The way everybody acted as if there was
absolutely nothing unusual going on.
The first thing he noticed, was all the reassuring smiles
everybody gave him, as the welcome chatter of the effusive woman
led him over to the crowded table and ushered him into a chair
where Cindy was squeezed in alongside. Everyone seemed genuinely
glad to see him, and he couldn't detect a trace of phoniness in
their cordial greetings.
"Hi Mr. Stockdale." This was from a 16 year old boy ("Young
man," he corrected himself.) John recognized from his class of 5
years ago. Now he placed the boy (man) as Cindy's older brother.
The teenager grinned at him, then gave an even bigger approving
smile at his Cindy. Cindy smiled back as she snuggled closer.
A second, "Hello Mr. Stockdale," directed his attention to
the woman who was sitting next to his former student. What a
woman! If Cindy was dressed to arouse, this woman was a walking
invitation to rape. The first thing you noticed (couldn't help
but notice) was her enormously overdeveloped breasts. These
topped a petite little body that seemed to exude sex. The hips
were wiggled at him with a sensual promise that implied,
"Anything you see, that you like, you can have." He rethought
his earlier estimate. It would be impossible to rape someone who
was that obviously willing. This incredible body was encased in
a miniskirt that seemed to have been painted on. The skirt was
so short, John realized he would be able to see the indentation
of the woman's slit in her panties, even when she stood up. As
for when she sat down. . . John felt himself get hot under the
collar. The dress must have been cut to exact fit, because her
enormous breasts stretched the fabric without a wrinkle. He
realized he could make out the bumps of nipples through the
fabric. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra, even with that
exaggerated bosom.
John was finally able to force his popping eyeballs above
the woman's neckline, and received a shock. This wasn't a woman.
It was just a girl! He recognized the attractive face of the
teenager from the same class as Billy Macon, and wondered what
she was doing there.
"Don't mind Marylin," came the admonition from his table
partner. "She fucks everybody. . . Can't help it. If you ever
need a piece, just call Marylin." This astonishing morsel of
advice from the girl who so obviously had a crush on him just
about floored John. He looked over at the girls face above the
twin cannons that were now directed at him. The huge mammarys of
the girl swayed as she made a "mew" of her face at Cindy, then
nodded to confirm the younger girl's statement.
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John's embarrassment was cut short by two squeaky "Hi Mr.
Stockdale."'s from his left. It was obvious that the two
children sitting next to him, were not only brother and sister,
but miniature versions of Billy and Cindy. He suddenly realized
that he was looking at 2 of his prospective students for the next
2 years. As he gravely said hello, the 10 and 9-year-old
youngsters lapsed into embarrassed silence. After all, what do
you say to the teacher whose class everybody seemed to dread, but
who turned a smile like that on you?
The schoolteacher ("Turned child-rapist," he thought to
himself.) next turned to meet the person he had been dreading.
The girl's father.
George Macon knew what was going on in the man's mind by the
trapped-bird look the nervous pedagogue threw his way. "The
man's trying desperately to smile," was his thought. He knew if
he didn't put the man at his ease, his daughter's night would be
ruined, and it would be his fault. "Well," he thought, as he
approached the other man with a welcome smile, and a warm
outstretched hand, "my oversexed daughter does have good taste in
men."
George put the thought into words, smiled at the man's
raised eyebrows, and spoke the other thought that had been in his
mind all evening, "Just don't hurt my little girl." This caution
was given in such a friendly positive manner, that John felt
complimented, as well as warned.
The friendly, chattering woman made it clear that she was
Cindy's mother, as she seated everyone, and started to serve
dinner.
Dinner was a warm comfortable meal where everybody helped
themselves. There was a constant background chatter about school
activities being wrapped-up, friend's vacations being planned,
and other beginning-of-summer activities. The roasted chicken
was crisp on the outside, and hot and juicy on the inside. The
potatoes were real mashed potatoes with a wonderful homemade
chicken gravy. Everyone kept pressing him to: "Have some more of
this," and "Won't you try some of that," until John felt like he
was at his mother's house during one of her famous holiday feeds.
During the entire meal, Cindy clung to his side, and while she
joined in the friendly chatter, he noticed that she spent most of
the time either listening, or just resting her head on his
shoulder. All of a sudden, it seemed like he was doing the right
thing by being here, instead of just indulging himself in some
dirty-old-man's fantasy. He wrapped his arm around the sexy
little girl, and enjoyed the warmth of her body as she snuggled
into his caress. The other people at the table smiled at him,
and he could feel the wave of approval at his loosening up. He
decided, "If these people didn't mind. He shouldn't either."
54
At this, the last bit of tenseness left him; and he began to
use his considerable diplomacy to be not only welcome in this
extraordinary house, but to try to fit in. He started by
befriending the two shy children on his left. After a short
while, he had the two youngsters giggling over a story about 2
fish and a bear, his own father used to tell him when he was
their age. Next, he turned his attention on Cindy's mother, and
won her heart by begging for a copy of the recipe for the chicken
gravy that he had liked so much. The two teenagers, he
ingratiated by telling a story about the school picnic 5 years
ago that filled in the missing pieces of what, to the children of
that class, had been a mystery.
"Do you mean to tell me, that that's why there weren't any
French-fries," snickered Marylin.
"Well, we couldn't use the grease after that, you know," he
replied.
"Mrs. Johnson must have been mortified. I always wondered
why she moved to Arizona." Billy was amused, but a little sad
also. After all, Mrs. Johnson had been one of his favorite
teachers. He had once had a terrific crush on the pretty young
teacher, and it had been a blow when she had moved out of state.
John Stockdale turned his attention to the man sitting at
the head of the table.
George Macon was amused. He had been watching the progress
of his daughter's paramour's attention proceed around the table.
As the pedagogue gave each person his attention, George could see
the care he took, and his admiration for the man increased. By
the time John had focused his attention on him, he prepared
himself to be wowed.
Instead of speaking, John just looked at George, raised his
eyebrows to show he knew his efforts were appreciated, and
returned his attentions to the comely wench whose machinations
had started this wild scenario. The "wench" was delighted. Her
handsome soon-to-be lover, had made friends with her whole
family, and was obviously pleased with her as well. She shivered
with delight, as she remembered how her mother had planned the
rest of the evening.
John Stockdale got up from his seat at the table. His
stomach groaned. He hadn't eaten this well since his mother's
thanksgiving feast. He started to gather up his dirty dishes,
and help with the cleanup, but Arlene Macon would have none of
it. "Now you go out in the living room, and take care of that
little girl," she admonished him. As he moved to comply, the
little woman hauled him to one side and whispered in his ear,
"The poor girl has never had a date before. Now you do it up
right, make like a young boy trying to get his date all hot and
bothered without her family noticing. Seduce the girl. We'll
all play along."
At this point, Arlene announced to the family that: "Mr.
Stockdale will sleep in Cindy's room tonight, as the bed is
bigger. Cindy, you use your brother's room. He's visiting
Marylin tonight and won't be using it." She returned her
attentions to the mismatched couple standing by the living room
door.
55
"Now you two youngsters go in there, and have a good time.
Cindy, you shouldn't still be wearing that swimsuit, go get
decent," she chattered, as she ushered her offspring back to her
bedroom to "Get decent," and John to an overstuffed love-seat
that was placed back-to-back with a full-sized couch that faced
the large television in the living room. From her 40-year
vantage point, the 16 year difference in their ages was not that
great. They were both "youngsters" to her.
From that moment on, the rest of the night seemed like one
long wet dream to the sexually deprived teacher. A wet dream
that he couldn't wake up from. If it had been any normal wet
dream, he knew he would have woken up with the solution to his
problem all over his hand in the first 20 minutes.
First, Cindy returned from her bedroom, wearing the same
short dress she had been wearing the previous day. Only this
time, she wore no pantyhose. She joined him on the couch,
snuggled up to him with a sensual wiggle, and gave him a kiss
that never seemed to end. John emerged from the kiss with a
gasp.
"We'd better cool it Cindy, Your parents might notice." He
decided to follow Arlene's advice, and play along.
"They won't notice, they're watching TV," whispered Cindy
right back, getting into the game. "Besides, it's too dark over
here for them to see anything."
John took a look around. Cindy was right. The rest of the
family was watching some loud drama on the large television set,
and if they wanted to look over at Cindy and her "date," they
would have to really crane their necks. He also noticed the
lighting was arranged so that he and Cindy were in almost
complete darkness, while anyone looking at them would be looking
into the glare of the bulb that provided the sparse illumination
in the living room. It was almost as if someone had set up the
room to make it easy for a girl to be seduced by her boyfriend
there. (It had. Arlene had spent 2 hours adjusting the
furniture angles to get it just right.)
The man reached for the girl, and wrapped his arm around her
waist, up under her dress, just below her blossoming breasts.
Cindy gave a delighted squeal, and kissed him again, as his
fingers reached her bra-less bosom.
"Did you say something Cindy?" came the inquiry from the
couch.
"No Mama," came the more subdued reply, "just talking to
John here." She tried hard to keep from squealing again, as the
man's warm hand started massaging her oversensitive breasts right
underneath her skimpy little dress. Well, two could play at that
game. She started massaging the front of his trousers with her
hand.
"Unnnh." John couldn't hold back the groan, and they both
glanced to see if the sound had attracted more attention from the
other side of the room. Not apparently.
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For the next hour, the two lovers "made out" on the love
seat. They cuddled, and smooched, and he played with her breasts
till the aureoles were red and swollen. He "felt her up" between
the legs, and slid a digit in and out while she pretended to try
to squirm away from his "immodest" advances. She responded by
reaching in his pants, and fondling his organ until it was so
swollen that even with it pointing straight up his belly, inside
his pants, the tip was almost exposed at the top of his belt.
Once, after checking to make sure nobody was looking, she pulled
his belt down an inch, so she could kiss the tip, and wiggle her
tongue in the slit. It took all of John's willpower to keep from
exploding hot sticky sperm all over the excited child's face and
his own pants. Mostly the two just kissed. "Kissing" was almost
an insult to the ability of the girl, however. John didn't know
who had taught the child to kiss. (It was her brother.) He was
just grateful to be the one on whom she wanted to use her
expertise. Her warm soft mouth would cover his, while she licked
his teeth, and the inside of his mouth. She would then stick her
tongue in his mouth and twine her tongue around his. Sometimes
she would suck his tongue into her mouth, and sometimes she would
shove her lively little tongue almost down his throat. All of
this, while hugging and cuddling with him in a manner guaranteed
to get a rise out of a stone statue.
It was almost a relief, when there was a "Bang!" from the
screen door in the kitchen announcing the return of Billy and
Marylin. It seemed that relatives had come to visit at Marylin's
house and, with her room occupied by two cousins, she and Billy
would not have the privacy she required. Arlene "solved" the bed
mix-up, by announcing loudly, "Cindy, you'll just have to sleep
on the couch tonight."
This interruption, spoiled the setting, so Arlene suggested
that they all take a soak in the hot-tub.
John had noticed the hot tub, when he came into the house,
but had been too distracted up to now, to realize that it was
where his young "date" had been lying in wait.
"But I didn't bring a swimsuit," he pleaded.
"Oh don't be silly. You don't need one," came from the
older woman, as she calmly stripped in front of everyone and
proceeded to climb naked into the swirling water.
Cindy was already shrugging out of her dress; and he heard
two loud cries of glee as two naked children dashed down the
stairs and splashed into the large tub. As the two kids dashed
by him, he was shocked when he noticed Cindy's younger brother,
Mike. The little boy had the schlong of an adult! Little Ginny
looked like any other little 9-year-old girl, beautiful face,
with kind of a wistful expression on it, no breasts, or hips to
speak of, and just a tiny hairless slit was visible before the
two children vanished into the swirling water of the hot-tub.
"Well, When in Rome," he said, as he removed his pants, and
followed the vision of loveliness down the stairs to the big
redwood tub set deep in the floor. He lowered himself into the
hot water, and then nearly jumped out again. The feeling of
Cindy, rubbing her slippery naked skin against his, while she
slithered up alongside him and nibbled on his ear, almost made
his hair stand on end.
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The girl snuggled up to him; rubbed her slippery young
breasts against him; and cooed in his ear, "Look at Marylin.
Isn't she just a sight?"
He pulled his attention away from his own reactions, and
looked up to see what Cindy was talking about. It really was
quite a sight. Marylin Summers was about to enter the tub naked.
Her mammoth breasts stuck out in front of her even without a bra
to support them. She was showing off her body to each of the
men, as she pushed her oversized frontal development at each of
them. "Marylin, Don't," pleaded Billy, embarrassed at his
girlfriend's actions. The girl gave him a big pout, but
subsided, and pushed through the water to where she could sit on
his lap. John thought for a second, that the girl actually sat
right down so her boyfriend's penis went up inside her, but
decided it was an illusion caused by the swirling water. He had
enough problems with his own penis, and the lovely young thing
squirming in his lap had caused it to slip up between her legs
where she occasionally would reach down in the water and give it
a squeeze with her bare hand. Nobody seemed to notice.
John glanced over at Marylin again. The older girl was
sitting there with a peaceful look on her face, as though she was
enjoying something, while Billy had an almost strangled look on
his. John wondered what the self-admitted sex-bomb was doing to
the boy under the cover of the bubbling water. Whatever it was,
nobody else seemed to notice. Shortly, Marylin got out of the
water, grabbed a towel and headed up the stairs, leaving Billy
looking bushed as he relaxed in the foamy waters.
The rush and bubble of the water were beginning to remind
John of something. "Uh Cindy. Don't." Her touch was too much
on his suddenly oversensitive cock. "Where's the bathroom? I've
got to pee," he whispered in her ear, to keep from dying of
embarrassment.
"Up the stairs. Second door on the right," came back the
whispered response.
John got out of the tub in a hurry suddenly conscious of the
fact that his naked cock was sticking straight out in front of
like a billy-club where everyone could see. The only reaction he
got though, was a point up the stairs from Arlene who seemed to
guess what his problem was.
The man made a mad dash up the stairs, managed to avoid
tripping over a pile of discarded clothing, and charged into the
toilet in a hurried scramble. He came to an abrupt halt as he
realized the bathroom was not empty. It was in fact occupied by
Marylin, who was sitting on the stool letting Billy's cum drip
out of her vagina, before returning to the hot tub. John
Stockdale almost slid into the room on a loose bath mat, and he
stopped with his overstimulated and underused cock almost in the
face of the 16 year old girl with the overdeveloped bosom. His
face turned red.
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"I. I. . ." He tried to say, "I'm sorry," but the words
just wouldn't come.
Marylin ignored his protestations. Staring her in the face
was a lovely hard cock that needed service, and if there was one
thing that Marylin knew, it was how to service a hard cock. She
shut the man up by swallowing it.
"Oh Marylin, you don't have to. . ."
The girl ignored him and kept on sucking. She ran her
tongue over the tip, licked up and down the shaft, and then just
plain sucked until the overstimulation he had been getting all
evening got the better of him.
"Uh Marylin, I'm going to cum. You'd better let me pull
out." He tried to disengage, thinking she would be disgusted if
he ejaculated in her mouth, and was astonished when she started
sucking even harder. He couldn't help himself; he started to
squirt hot sticky cum right into her mouth.
Marylin wrapped her tongue around the spewing instrument,
and savored the taste of her former teacher's cum. She loved the
taste of cum almost as much as she liked it squirting up her
overheated little pussy. Besides, she had had a crush on "Mr."
Stockdale for years. To have him squirting his seed in her mouth
was almost a dream come true. She realized he was Cindy's date,
but figured she would take the "edge" off him so he would be able
to do the younger girl properly, she rationalized.
John's cock was now shrinking to its normal size, and the
reduced pressure reminded him of the chore he had come into the
bathroom to accomplish. "Marylin stop," he warned, "I've got to
pee." The teenager kept on sucking the last of his cum out of
his penis, and he could see her throat gulp as she swallowed the
last drops.
"Marylin, I'm going to pee in your mouth if you don't stop!"
he warned louder now, as his bladder control almost deserted him.
"Mmmmpfhhf Mmmmd," she responded, as she kept her mouth
fastened around his now flaccid penis. It sounded vaguely like,
"Go ahead."
The man lost control. His penis squirted. He tried to hold
back, but his bladder pressure had grown too strong. John
expected the girl to pull back in disgust, when he started to
piss in her mouth, but she actually sucked harder. It was too
much effort to restrain himself any more. He let go. A stream
of urine poured out of his cock into the teenager's sucking
mouth. He felt the youngster swallow more of his cock so the
head of his penis was at the back of her mouth, and he was
actually pissing down the girl's throat. John had never done
anything so obscene in his life. A couple of women had "let him"
come in their mouths, but they had not enjoyed it. This was
incredible. The oversexed teenybopper with the massive boobs had
not only swallowed his come, but she was sucking his cock while
he emptied his bladder down her throat; drinking his urine as if
she liked it. The man could see the muscles of the young girl's
throat working, as she swallowed and strained to keep up with the
deluge. It seemed like an eternity he stood peeing in the girl
while the stream of urine poured down her throat. Finally, the
torrent slowed to a trickle, then spasmodic squirts, then
stopped.
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Marylin pulled the man's cock from her mouth, and licked the
few remaining drops from the head. She couldn't believe she had
actually done that. It seemed so incredibly nasty, even for her.
At the time however, it had seemed like the most natural thing in
the world. She liked Mr. Stockdale a lot; and since she couldn't
get up, she couldn't let him pee on the floor could she? She
knew that there was a flaw in her logic somewhere, but was not
inclined to trace it down. She decided she'd probably let him do
it again, if he wanted to. She gave his cock one last obscene
kiss, and told him, "Now you just go back there, and take good
care of Cindy. But first. . ." At this she pulled his lips down
to hers.
John was at first a little turned off at the thought of
kissing the mouth that had just urinated in, when he remembered:
It was his urine the girl had just swallowed, and if she liked
him well enough to do that how could he refuse to kiss the mouth
that had been so generous to him? He concentrated on giving
Marylin the kiss she deserved, while ignoring the faint whiff of
ammonia that clung to her mouth. After a few seconds, it no
longer bothered him, and he let his tongue duel with hers for
several long seconds before disengaging with a loud "smack!" He
then gave Marylin a final peck on the lips, a grateful pat on the
head, and left the bathroom to continue with his "date".
John returned to the hot tub feeling relieved. Without the
twin pressures of a full bladder, and a hard cock, he felt like
he might make it through the rest of the evening without
embarrassing himself. He didn't realize that the state of his
erection signaled more to those watching than he realized. He
slid into the tub conscious of a battery of amused eyes on his
naked body. "What's so funny?" he wondered, as Cindy slid up
alongside him and rubbed her pert little mounds of breasts
against his side. She reached down and fisted his now flaccid
penis.
"Oh darn!" the little girl exclaimed, "Marylin must have
gotten to him."
The man felt his face turn bright red as the tub exploded
into laughter around him. He felt as though he wanted to duck
his head under the water, and not bother to come up.
"It's OK," came the reassuring voice of the naked little
girl squirming next to him. "I don't mind. We all know that
Marylin will be Marylin."
John managed to reopen his eyes and look around the circle
of family members in the tub. Eye after eye caught his, and each
amused face gave him a nod that showed they appreciated his
predicament. Nobody seemed to be mad at him, not even the little
11-year-old girl whose sexual privileges had been usurped. John
resolved to make it up to her. He started running his hands up
and down the sides of the naked little girl, ignoring the
friendly crowd of family members that were so interestedly
watching. He massaged the child's front, ran his hands over her
slippery little breasts, and down between her legs. He then
motioned her to get out of the tub, and onto a towel; where he
proceeded to rub the naked little girl's back, really getting
into the massage.
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"Here, use this," came the quiet voice of the girl's mother.
He looked around. Except for Arlene, he was alone with
Cindy. He could hear some quiet conversation leaking down from
the living room; but that was the only other indication of life
in the house. He looked back at the woman who was proffering him
a tube of something.
"Use this," the woman repeated. "It makes the skin
slippery." Then she handed him the tube of massage-oil. With
that, she quietly left, and proceeded up the stairs to rejoin the
rest of her family.
Cindy had turned over when she heard her mother's voice.
Now she lay naked on the towel and enjoyed the slippery feel of
her older lover's hands massaging her breasts, tummy, and legs.
He tickled her little snatch, and ran a tentative finger up
inside. She responded by arching her back so the probing finger
went clear up to her unbroken hymen.
"Not so fast, little one," cautioned John. "We have all
night." With this, he motioned the girl to turn over on her
belly.
Cindy decided to relax and enjoy the massage. She felt the
older man massaging her feet for a deliciously long time. Then
he proceeded to work on her calves, and then up to her thighs.
The girl felt frustrated when he stopped working on her thighs
without touching the hot little hole between them, that she felt
needed lots of attention also. Still, she let him proceed at his
own pace.
The older man now climbed on top of the little girl, almost
crushing her for a moment. Then, he proceeded to rub her scalp
with the tips of his fingers.
"Mmmmmmmm," Cindy purred. She could almost go to sleep; the
massage was relaxing her so much. However, the thought of the
naked man on top of her, with his naked cock pressing against her
naked little ass was too exciting to allow that.
John Stockdale had a problem. To coin a phrase, a "big"
problem. He wanted to rub the little girl's back, but his
engorged cock kept getting in the way. "Uh Cindy?" he asked.
"Unnh?"
"My. . .cock. It's getting in the way. Would you mind if I
put it down between your legs?" He held his breath as he waited
for the little girl's response.
Cindy giggled. He had to ask? She responded by spreading
her legs wide, until she felt the big piece of salami go down
between her legs, and come to rest against her creaming little
cunt. She then closed her legs around the warm pulsating hunk of
meat.
John smeared the oil on the sexy little girl's back. He
enjoyed the feeling of her silky-smooth legs and slippery little
crack massaging his cock, as he massaged her back. He rubbed her
arms, and worked his way down her back enjoying the slippery feel
of the oil on her skin as he massaged her shoulders, then her
waist and backbone and finally worked his way down to her pert
little rump.
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AS his work progressed down the back of the little girl,
John sat up straighter and straighter until, when he started
rubbing her delicious little ass, he was sitting bolt upright.
The pressure this put on his erect penis, forced it against the
little girl's crack, until he felt the lips of her slit surround
the head. The sexy little girl didn't object. In fact, she
wiggled her little butt to seat the head of his cock firmly
against the entrance to her vagina.
John proceeded to rub the pert little ass of the delicious
little girl. As he did so, he felt the lips of her tiny slit
sucking at the head of his engorged penis. Each time he pushed
up on her cute little fanny, her tiny snatch would spread apart,
and he would see the tip of his cock pushing against her slick
little hole. Then, as he released the pressure, her vaginal lips
would snap back around the head with a sucking smack.
"Uh Honey," he warned, "I'm gonna cum. Is it Ok to cum in
you?" He worked the head of his cock a little farther in, until
he felt a ring of muscles gripping the very tip.
"Mmmmmmm," responded Cindy, as she rotated her ass; trying
to capture the deliciously probing instrument.
It was too much for John. He held the tip of his cock
against the open slit of the unresisting little girl, and let
spasm after spasm of slippery cum be conveyed from his
overstimulated penis, into her welcoming young vagina. He looked
down as his erupting penis squirted his potent sperm into the
tiny little slit. He wondered if the child could get pregnant,
but was to overcome by the sensations to stop now, even if he had
known that she could. Finally the spasms slowed and he pulled
his cock back to where he could see the little girl's hole, now
open, with an obscene little puddle of his sperm welling up in
the bottom. He hadn't realized he was holding his breath, until
it all came out with a rush. "Whoooo!" he said.
"Mmmmmm," responded Cindy again, enjoying the naughty
feeling of having her teacher's warm slippery sperm soaking into
her belly. "That was nice."
John had to agree. It was more than just "nice."
While the two of them got dressed again, he quietly said,
"Cindy? I should have asked before. You're not on the pill are
you?" It was more of a statement, than a question.
Cindy smiled up at him sensually. "Of course not. I'm
still a virgin." Then she giggled, "Though for a moment there, I
thought I wouldn't be."
She put a finger to his lips as he started to say something.
"Now don't worry. I just had my period yesterday, so I should be
pretty safe. Also, If by chance I do get pregnant, no one will
ever know it's you. Mommy said she'd help if I did."
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"You mean you'd have an abortion?" He couldn't help feeling
sad at the thought.
"No, Silly! I meant Mom would act as if it were her own.
I'd just have another baby brother. Or sister," she added.
"And your Father went along with this?" He was incredulous.
"John." Cindy rolled the name on her tongue.
"Yes Cindy?" Her name coming from his lips, felt almost as
good.
"How much luck have you had tonight, avoiding Mother's
little schemes?"
"None," he had to admit.
"I rest my case."
The two of them spent the rest of the evening cuddled up
together on the big sofa watching television right through the 10
O'clock news. It felt so comfortable, they almost fell asleep in
each other's arms before Arlene came to shoo them off to bed.
John found himself alone in Cindy's bedroom, as he proceeded
to undress. He looked around the room, and saw a typical little
girl's bedroom. Dolls were stacked in one corner. A cute little
chair with pretty pink hearts filled the other one. A dresser
cluttered with little-girl toys. No make-up. The bed smelled
faintly of her, as he slipped naked between the sheets. He
always slept naked, and he didn't see why things should be
different tonight. John felt slightly disappointed that Cindy
wasn't in the room with him, but he realized that making love to
the little girl in her own bed, while her parents slept right
down the hall, had just been a lecherous fantasy. He snuggled
down to get some sleep; burying his nose in the girl's pillow to
help him remember her sweet scent.
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The man had barely gotten to sleep, when he was awakened by
someone opening the door. He watched through slits in his eyes,
as the door opened, somebody slipped inside, and then it was dark
again as the closing crack of the door shut off the little light
that had been coming from the hall. There was no sound on the
carpeted floor, as the figure came over to the bed, lifted the
covers, and slid in alongside.
All of a sudden, John found himself with an armful of
deliciously naked, squirming little girl.
Cindy panted in his ear, "I thought they'd never get to
sleep."
"Who?" He was puzzled. "Your parents?"
"No silly. Mike and Ginny," she explained, referring to her
younger siblings, "Now shut up, and show me how much you like
me." With this, she pulled the older man on top of her and
started to hug and kiss him like she had wanted to all day. It
was so deliciously naughty, to be lying in her own bed with a
naked man. She reached down to his suddenly erect penis, and
placed the tip at the entrance to her creaming little slit. "Now
push it all the way up inside me," she instructed.
"Uh Cindy, are you sure?" John gave her one last chance to
back out.
"If I'm not sure, It's kinda late now don't you think?" she
reassured him.
The man had to agree. Deciding that it was now or never, he
started to push his swollen cock into the little girl. Both of
them gasped, when the engorged member popped inside the ring of
muscles at the entrance, and then slid with a rush on in until
the head was pushing at the surprised little girl's unbroken
hymen.
John let his prick soak in the sucking heat of the child's
belly. He enjoyed the clasping of the muscles at the entrance to
her vagina around the middle of his cock, while the head probed
at her virginity. "This might hurt a little," he warned, as he
prepared to take the final step.
"I know," came back the squeaky cry. "Just do it. Please?"
Cindy was frightened by the thought of the pain, but even more
frightened that he might not do it if she showed her fright to
him. With this, the determined little girl pushed her crotch up
at the man as he bore down.
Cindy felt a ripping sensation inside her. If she hadn't
known what to expect, she would have thought that he had ripped
open the walls of her vagina, and was pushing his penis right on
through a hole in her stomach. It hurt! The little girl began
to cry.
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John stopped. He knew he had broken the child's hymen when
he felt his penis suddenly slip all the way up into her belly.
This should have been one of the most exciting moments of his
life, as the young girl surrendered her virginity to him.
Instead, he felt like a heel. He had never liked the thought of
causing pain, and now the girl's quiet sobbing was breaking his
heart. His cock went as flat and soft as a wet noodle. It slid
out of the girl's vagina and plopped down against his balls. He
knew the girl would never forgive him for this; so he grabbed his
clothes and quietly headed for the door. It was going to seem
awfully lonely back at his bachelor apartment. Tomorrow, he'd
apologize to the child's parents, and move out of town if
necessary.
"John." The sobbing voice of the child stopped him as he
reached the door.
"I'm sorry I hurt you Cindy. I'm going now. You won't have
to see me again." He was determined to make it easy on the girl.
John struggled into his shirt, as he prepared to go.
"Don't you DARE leave me now!" The determined voice of the
young woman stopped his retreat again.
"But I hurt you. I thought you'd be mad." He came back to
the side of the bed where Cindy had turned on the bedside lamp.
She looked so innocent, and childlike with the covers pulled up
to just cover her budding breasts. Her nose was red, and he
could see a trickle of dampness coming from the corner of each
eye. The girl snuffled, then spoke:
"John." She was treating him like a wayward child again.
"I had to lose it sometime. It would have hurt then as well.
You heard me say that I wanted you to do it. Well I did. So it
hurts a little, I'll get over it. I never asked you to go. Now
you come back here, and get in bed with me or I'll never forgive
you as long as I live."
John Stockdale knew when he was licked. He dropped his
clothes on the floor; and comforted the little girl by holding
her in his arms and cuddling her until he almost fell asleep.
His penis, pleasantly stimulated by the smooth naked skin rubbing
against it, started to rise again. Cindy felt his rising cock
against her belly, and asked, "John?"
"Huh?" He tried to shake the sleepiness from his head.
"Could we try it again. It probably won't hurt so much this
time." The girl was insistent.
John almost lost his hard-on at the reminder of the pain he
had already caused the girl but she worked her little body
against him, and kissed him until his cock was as erect and ready
as before. "Now push," she prompted him.
This time, his erect penis went all the way up inside the
little girl with a rush. John felt his balls come to rest
against the child's ass, while the head of his penis butted up
against her womb.
"See. That didn't hurt so much." The tears squeezing out
of the corners of her eyelids put the lie to her reassurance.
"Now fuck me, and cum in me," she encouraged, "I want my first
time to be good for you."
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"Cindy was starting to enjoy the feelings again."
John closed his eyes so he wouldn't see the tears, and
concentrated on getting his rocks off. The child was determined
to have him cum in her, and he knew she would keep trying, no
matter how much it hurt, until he did. The least he could do,
was make it quick. He began sliding his cock in and out;
savoring the nip of the muscles at the entrance, and enjoying the
feeling of her cervix poking at the head of his cock when he
reached bottom. In and out, in and out. He knew he was close,
just a little more. . .
Cindy was starting to enjoy the feelings again. Except for
an occasional twinge when the head of his cock brushed against
the torn remnants of her virginity, it was exciting to be lying
underneath a rutting male who was about to squirt his sperm into
her hungry vagina. Especially a virile man like Mr. Stockdale,
who really cared about how a woman felt. Cindy went warm all
over as she suddenly realized how much she loved him. This
unexpected revelation, combined with the internal stimulation he
was giving her, took the child over the edge. Her mind abruptly
went blank as her vagina went into convulsions around the thick
piece of gristle that was about to inseminate her. She grabbed
her lover in a death-grip, and started bucking wildly as her
first full-blown orgasm with a cock inside her belly overtook
her.
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The sudden squeezing of her vagina on his cock took John
Stockdale by surprise. He had never expected the little girl to
climax on their first try. Her reaction was the last straw.
John began squirting stream after stream of hot sticky sperm into
the spasming belly of the 11 year old girl. Squirt after squirt.
He was trying to empty himself into her. The man knew he should
pull out, so as to not get the child pregnant, but couldn't. Her
legs were wrapped around his as her young body worked
frantically, trying to reproduce. Her clutching vagina milked
out every last drop of her older lover's creamy seed. Finally,
her spasms eased; and she enjoyed the final moments with the last
hazardous drops of his sticky sperm slowly leaking from his prick
into her vagina, up near her womb.
"Whuuuff, That was good. I never expected that!"
John had to agree as he collapsed on top of the woman-child
completely exhausted. Shortly, the two of them fell asleep, the
very picture of two people fucking. He between her spread legs,
with his cock still dripping his potent seed into the young
girl's developing womb.
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CHAPTER 6
Suzy's reward
Dinner at the Fisher house was not nearly as fancy. The
fare consisted of frozen pizza and Coke, with ice-cream for
dessert. All through the meal, there were surreptitious glances,
giggles, and funny looks being passed, until Mary decided that
enough was enough.
"Wham!" The spatula slapped the table, getting everyone's
attention.
"There are things going on in this house, that, I think, the
whole family should know," Mary announced, as she laid down the
spatula.
June glanced guiltily at Jeremy, who was looking back at her
openmouthed. June then looked at her mother; and receiving a
stern glance in return, wished she could just melt under the
table. Jeremy looked over to his mother also; and felt his ears
getting so red, he felt as if they were on fire.
Suzy was looking at her mother with astonishment. After all
that stuff about her not telling anyone this morning. . .
Dan just leaned back in his chair and waited. He knew his
wife better than anyone, and he figured that she'd let him know
anything he needed to know, when she figured he needed that
information.
"Now I want all of your solemn promises, that not a word of
this will ever leave this house." She looked around the table,
and caught each eye in turn, until everyone had nodded his/her
acceptance.
"First, Suzy's going to have a baby." Mary looked at the
dropped jaws of her two older children with some satisfaction.
"That ought to get them," she thought.
"No, not right away," she continued. "She's probably not
even pregnant yet; but she and your father are working on it."
Jeremy cast incredulous eyes at his little sister, while
June looked at her younger sister in awe. June had thought she
had been daring with Jeremy while little Suzy, who she thought
didn't even like boys yet, was. . . was. . . She finally forced
the thought into her brain. Was making out with DADDY?
"Do you mean that Daddy? . . ." She couldn't say it. The
thought was too outrageous.
"Yes. Your Father is fucking Suzy. They aren't using birth
control, and she is trying to conceive." The woman's tone was
flat.
"Does that mean you and Daddy are going to get a divorce?"
Jeremy put the thought that was troubling him into words.
"No Dear. Dan and I still love each other. We have no
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