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Copyright (C) Clayton 1997.
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Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described herein
was carried out, this document details fantasies that took place
late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that no
fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.
Besides, I derive much pleasure from the company of children,
playing with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going
to risk this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure.
If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to
tell you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're
going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your
parents find you in possession of this document or your cum
causes your space bar to stop working.
If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country,
then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of
"parents".
If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any
other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as
much as possible. People like you who would force others to fit
your narrow minded little world views are a blight upon the
landscape. My personal philosophy is that of "Rational Anarchy"
ie. anyone should feel free to do as they please such that their
actions do not adversely impact on the lives of others.
Chapter 13 - INTRODUCING MARA.
A few days after the storm I'm standing on the verandah of my uncle's house
looking out over his dam when I hear a truck rumbling off in the distance,
a minute later I hear it stop at the gate, then start up again, now it's
coming down the track towards the house. A rather beaten up 4WD Landrover
truck soon appears and parks on the other side of the house near the
stairs. I head through the bedroom, Shaking my uncle awake, "You've got
visitors." I tell him.
He peers at me through one barely opened eye and asks "Who is it?"
"I don't know, they're in an old 4WD truck?"
"Shit! That'll be Carl, Sherry and their kids. They said they might come
down this week. Go and meet them while I get up."
I hear the doors of the truck slam and I go out to stand at the top of the
stairs. Standing next to the cab is a balding man in his late twenties and
built like a brick shithouse, on the other side coming around the front of
the truck is a pretty, slender, blonde woman, who looks to be no more than
twenty years old. Suddenly a bundle with too many arms and legs erupts
over the tailgate, lands on the grass and starts rolling about, shrill
cries of "Won't" "Will too" emerge from something that looks remarkably
like the fighting cats and dogs on 'Loony tunes'.
Carl strides over and thrusts his hands into the whirling mass, when he
withdraws them and straightens up he has a struggling child dangling by
their ankle from each of his meaty paws. In the left he has a small boy,
blonde and about five years old, in the other a girl of about seven, also
blonde, with her dress rucked up in her armpits and cute little knickers
with a kitten on the front. Just then she notices me standing at the top
of the stairs, she frantically tries to hold her dress up to cover herself
and her face turns a deep shade of crimson. Carl gives them a little
shake and the girl looses control of her dress and it falls once more, this
time she elects for the ostrich approach and hides her face in the skirt.
Lifting the boy so that they are eye to eye, Carl asks, "O.K., what's this
all about?"
"She hit me!" the little boy cries.
An indignant face appears for a moment, "He tried to take my book and he
ripped it." she shrills, then catching me looking at her, hides her face
again.
"She was in my way an' she wouldn't move."
Carl looks under the canopy into the back of the truck then sets the girl
on the ground pinning her with a foot on her belly before she can wriggle
away. Tucking the boy under his arm Carl delivers three measured blows to
his son's rear. <WHACK> "That's for snatching." <WHACK> "That's for
tearing the book." <WHACK> "And that's for fighting." He sets the boy on
his feet, who's hands immediately fly to cover his behind and start rubbing
furiously, his face screwed up in an effort not to cry.
Carl stoops to retrieve his daughter and secures her under his arm, pinning
her hands when she tries to cover her backside with them. She receives two
slaps on the taught white cotton covering her rear. <CRACK> "That's for
hitting." <CRACK> "And that's for fighting." She too is set on her feet,
her hands rubbing under her skirt, her embarrassment is so great that I
believe she barely felt the blows land. Setting his hands on the
children's shoulders her steers them to stand before him and his wife at
the bottom of the stairs and they all look up at me, though the girl's gaze
quickly drop to examine her toes.
"Uh, Hi! I'm Geoff, Liam's nephew, he asked me to greet you while he got
up, He's on afternoon shift this week." I explain.
"Hi Geoff, I'm Carl and this is my wife Sherry." He introduces himself and
his family, "And these two hellions are Mara and Mike." he taps each on the
top of the head as he says their names. Mara's face flushes again as she
peeps shyly up at me. Standing still I get a better look at them, Mara has
a round, pale face liberally sprinkled with freckles across the bridge of
her button nose, she is a little on the chubby side but it is only puppy
fat which should soon disappear. Mike is positively scrawny but is
obviously full of energy as he bounces from one foot to the other.
Mike chirps a bright, "Hi Geoff." at me and turns to his father, "Can I go
see the horses dad?"
"No, you're in disgrace, I've a good mind to lock you both in the back of
the truck." his father replies.
"Why don't you all come on up, I'll make us all a drink while Uncle Liam's
getting up. The kids fly up the stairs, their parents following at a more
sedate pace. I get them settled in the lounge, Carl making the kids sit at
opposite ends of the couch. I take their orders and move into the kitchen
to put the kettle on, I get the cups ready and return to the lounge. We
make small talk for a couple of minutes until the kettle starts whistling,
just as my uncle comes in. Leaving his guests to him, I go and make the
drinks, Sherry sends Mara with me to help carry them.
The drinks made, I get some cold water from the fridge, pour two glasses of
cordial and hand them to Mara. saying, "Do you think you can give one of
these to your brother without throwing it in his face?"
She gives me a shy nod. I pick up two mugs in each hand and follow her
into the lounge. We distribute our burdens and I take a seat between the
children on the couch, they quickly polish off their cordial and are soon
looking bored at the talk of the adults. I take pity on them and turn to
Mara, "Why don't you go and get your book and I'll help you fix it." I
say. Then to Mike, "After that we might just go and see the horses. If
it's all right with your mum and dad."
"You don't have to." Sherry tells me.
"It's no trouble." I say, "And the longer they sit here her bigger the
explosion when you do release them."
"True," she says, "O.K. kids you can go, but no fighting."
With shrieks of delight they bounce off the couch and scurry out the door,
they return a minute later, Mara waving the pieces of the book over her
head. I get some wide sticky tape and a pair of scissors from the desk and
take the children into the kitchen. I slide onto the bench behind the
table and Mara slides in beside me. Taking the book from her hands I look
at it, it is a hard cover copy of Enid Blyton's 'The Enchanted Wood' and
Mike has torn the cover right off.
"O.K. let's get going." I say and cut a few strips of tape, sticking them
to the edge of the table. Taking her hands I position them until she is
holding the book to my satisfaction and quickly fasten the cover back onto
the book, finishing with two long strips of tape, one inside the front
cover and the other inside the back.
With a conspiratorial wink to Mara I say, "We better make sure it still
works, where were you up to?"
"Yeah," she replies, looking at Mike, who is impatiently rocking from one
foot to the other, "we better make sure Mike didn't break it."
I intercept his fist before it connects with his sister's arm and giving it
a warning squeeze, I stare into his eyes until he looks away. Mara shows
me where she is up to, I lift her onto my knee and begin reading out loud.
The children in the book have just had to land outside Dame Slap's school
because the little plane has gotten tired. I read up until the first
couple of slaps have been dished out then taking mercy on Mike I close the
book and say, "O.K. Let's go see the horses."
Mike cheers and Mara puts her arms around my neck and gives me a sweet kiss
on the lips. "Thank you for fixing my book."
Mike charges from the room chanting, "Mara kissed Geoff. Mara kissed
Geoff."
Mara flushes beet red but slips her hand into mine as I grab the last of
the loaf of bread and follow Mike back into the lounge. "I was just
thanking him for fixing my book." she declares holding it up for her
parents to see.
Mike changes his cry to, "Mara's got a boy friend." when he spies our
linked hands.
Halfway through the third repetition Carl snaps out, "Enough!" and tears
well up in Mike's eyes as he bites his tongue in his hurry shut his mouth.
His lamentations fall on unsympathetic ears and his mother says, "Serves
you right for teasing your sister like that. Now go and look at the
horses."
Mike rockets out of the door and Mara tows me after him, by the time Mara
and I have reached the bottom of the steps he is halfway across the
paddock. Lifting Mara to my shoulders I take off after him, my longer
stride allows me to catch him just as he reaches the yards and climbs up on
the rails. I lift Mara from my shoulders to the rail beside him and hand
each of them a slice of bread, showing them how to hold it in the palm of
their hands so they don't get their fingers bitten.
Fourex, the only horse in the yard with a name, comes over to investigate,
the other three horses in the yard mill around in the farthest corner as
they have been out in the paddock for several months and have only been
brought in for a muster that was to take place the next day. We feed
Fourex the bread and he allows the children to stroke his nose for a few
moments then tosses his head and trots in circles around the yard, his tail
high and neck proudly arched.
Mike wants to give him some more bread so I give them each half a slice,
saying, "We better keep the last couple of slices for my mum's horse." and
pointing to where she is just riding up out of the creek. Fourex come over
again when the children hold out the bread, accepts another couple of pats
then returns to pacing around the yard.
A couple of minutes later my mother rides up on Whisky and says "Hi." to
the kids when I introduce them. Mara and Mike feed Whisky the last of the
bread while Fourex looks on and gives and angry squeal when he sees Whisky
get the bread.
"Can I have a ride?" asks Mike then adds "Please!" when my mother appears
to ignore him.
"Me to please?" says Mara.
My mother agrees, dismounts and takes a firm grip on the reins under
Whisky's chin. I lift Mike into the saddle, as he asked first and put his
hands on the pommel. As the children's legs are so short I lift the
stirrups up under the flaps, winding the leathers through them so they
won't bang into the horses' ribs and startle him. Mum leads Whisky around
in a big circle for a while before returning to me an Mara, I swap children
and Mum and Whisky go off for another circuit.
When they return Mum says, "O.K. that's enough, Whisky wants a rest."
I lift Mara down and help Mum unsaddle her horse. We turn him loose in the
paddock behind the yards and let the other horses join him, Whisky drops
and rolls on his back in the grass before the gate is shut behind him.
Turning I see Mike struggling with the saddle, getting it a few inches off
the ground and a few inches closer to the tack shed with each heave. I
relieve him of it and hand him the bridle, Mara picks up the sweaty saddle
blanket and holding it at arms length follows us into the shed, where we
put the tack away and go back to my mother.
Mike slips his hand into my mother's looking up at her with a worshipful
look. "Mike's got a girl friend." I stage whisper to Mara and it is his
turn to go red as Mara giggles and Mum gives me a 'look'. "In joke." I
explain to her.
Mara drags me over to the fence and climbs to the top rail and from there
clambers onto my shoulders. She bumps me with her heels and yells "Giddy
up." Mike seeing this tugs on my mother's hand and she allows her self to
led over to the fence where Mike mounts her. She manages to grab his feet
before his heels can dig painfully into her and moves off at his command.
Mara and I have been waiting while this takes place and I move off at a
trot when they come even with us, Mike spurs his mount on and I shift to a
gallop when they draw even again. Mike urges his steed to greater efforts
and I allow them to draw level with us, twenty meters from the house I
lengthen my stride and pull away, reaching the stairs a good five meters in
front.
We bend over and allow our riders to dismount and Mum throws me a look that
promises me much future anguish. Breathing heavily we allow our riders to
precede us and we enter the lounge to hear them chattering away telling
their parents how they fed the horses, how they rode a horse and about the
race home.
Mum flops into a chair, "You," she fixes me with a steely gaze, "will now
get me a cup of tea."
Everyone else expresses a similar desire so I retire to the kitchen,
trailed by Mara and we return a few minutes later with the drinks. Mike
has crawled into Mums lap and is sitting curled up with his head cushioned
on her breast. We distribute the drinks and I say to Carl and Sherry, "I
was going to go over to the O'Conner's place today for a swim. Do you
think the kids would like to come?"
Sherry replies, "Mara can go, but Mike can't swim, so he better stay
behind."
Mike looks ready to throw a right royal paddy until my mother steps in and
says, "You and I'll find something better to do. All right?" and suddenly
he is all sunny smiles, sure he is going to get one up on his sister.
"But I don't have my bathers with me." Mara cries.
"You can swim in your knickers," I say, "Katy generally does."
With final instructions of "Don't make a nuisance of yourself." and "Make
sure you do whatever Geoff tells you." from Sherry to Mara. And a call
warning that we are coming, we are soon on our way.
Mara skips along beside me, her tiny little hand tucked into mine, she
chatters on, asking me about what the storm was like, gasping when we enter
the bush and the carnage surrounds us.
"Wow! What did that?" she gasps, as she spies the exploded corpse of a
lightning struck tree a few meters back from the edge of the track.
Dragging me over to it, she cranes her head back looking up at the twisted
six meter stump, all around us the branches of the crown lie scattered
across the landscape. I explain how the intense heat of the lighting makes
all of the water in the tree boil at once and causes it to burst. She nods
at this and drags me back to the track.
When we reach the creek, she looks at the deeply undercut banks and asks
how we are to get across. I point a little way upstream to where part of
the bank has collapsed on the far side, jumping down into the scoured creek
bed I lift her down and throw her over my shoulder then wade through the
knee deep, silty flow to where the fallen bank blocks half the creek bed, I
set her down and we scramble back up onto level ground.
She slips her fingers back into mine and two minutes later we are slipping
through the fence onto the O'Conner's property. I lead Mara to where Katy
and Jimmy, are splashing in the water and I make introductions.
Katy pouts a little at the tiny hand in mine but politely says "Hello."
Jimmy is back to being a little shit and tries to splash us. I say, "Well,
I better let your parents know they has an extra visitor, we'll be back in
a minute." We drop our towels and stuff on the cable reel and make our way
up to the house.
Up at the house, I introduce Mara and Mrs. O'Conner, James it seems is in
town on business. Jane smiles down at Mara, "You know you're going to make
my daughter jealous," she says, indicating our entwined fingers, "she seems
to think Geoff is her boyfriend."
Mara blushes at this and snatches her hand from mine, "I'm sorry." she
stammers.
"Oh, for Pete's sake! Don't worry about it, he's big enough for the both
of you. Now run along and have some fun."
Mara and I run back down to the dam, Mara blushes prettily as she slips her
dress off over her head.
"Oh, she's got a pussy on her pussy!" Katy giggles.
"Can it!" I say, as Mara blushes a deeper shade of crimson, looking
confused.
I take a running dive into the water and secure Katy's ankle before she can
get away, jerking her under the water. When we surface I tickle her into
giggling submission. "Are you going to behave?" I ask punctuating each word
with another jab to her ribs.
"NO!" she shouts as with a wriggle she escapes my grasp.
Mara is still standing on the bank, looking into the muddy brown waters of
the dam.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
She replies "I can't see the bottom."
"What do you want the bottom for, whenever this one finds it," I say,
waving my hand at Katy, "she tries to fill my pants with it." Katy nods
furiously, giggling like a maniac.
"Will you hold me?" Mara asks, her chin quivering.
I'm a sucker for a quivering chin so I say "Sure." I make my way over to
the bank, stand up and hold my hand out to her. With a convulsive jump,
Mara leaps at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. The unexpectedness of
the impact and the steeply sloping dam bank combine to send me over
backwards into the cold water. I surface sputtering, Mara clinging to me
like a limpet. Katy and Jimmy laugh, secure in the knowledge that they are
safe from me. Scrambling onto the diving platform they take turns bombing
us, cackling like hyenas all the while.
A few minutes later Mara whispers in my ear, "You can let go now. Let's
get them." We hold a brief, whispered war council, then the next time Katy
enters the water near us, we separate and pounce on her as she rises to the
surface. I crush Katy to my chest while like a trooper, Mara dives for the
bottom and returns with a double handful of mud, I pull the back of her
knickers out while Mara drops the mud in. I rub the mud in and then
retreat with Mara to the island.
Katy rinses out her knickers, swims over to us and offers her hand to Katy,
saying, "Quits?" As Mara nods agreement, Katy gives a jerk and pulls Mara
over the muddy rim into the water. Mara pops to the surface and leaps on
Katy driving her under. Arms flailing, Katy recovers the upper hand, I
look on with concern for a moment but Mara is giving as good as she gets
and is obviously over her concern about the murky water and I decide it is
time to work my revenge on Jimmy.
I zero in on him, dive for his ankles and miss, I lunge for him, and he
holds up his hand saying, "Shh, listen." and points to where Mara has a
struggling Katy pinned to the dam bank at the water's edge.
Mara is saying "Aw, go on tell me."
"No I can't." Katy objects. "You're too little."
"Am not, I beat you didn't I? And I'm not going to let you go until you
tell me what you meant when you said I had a pussy on my pussy."
"O.K. But you can't tell any grownups what I tell you."
"What about Geoff?" Mara asks. They are so locked up in their own
struggle and conversation, that they haven't noticed that Jimmy and I are
listening.
"Oh he's different." Katy replies, "O.K., your pussy is down there between
your legs."
"Oh! Mum just calls that my privates. Why do you call it a pussy?"
"Because it feels so good to stroke it I guess."
I decide this conversation has probably gone on long enough and intervene.
"Katy," I say, "I think that's enough for now." Both girls jump at the
sound of my voice, Katy taking advantage of the distraction to roll on top
of Mara, and collect a handful of mud which she plasters all over Mara's
chest and rubs into her hair. With a giggle Katy leaps clear and dives
into the water, Mara follows bent on revenge.
"Shit, I didn't think anyone could beat Katy like that, that little kid's
good." Jimmy says, watching the two little girls struggling in the water.
"Yeah, well life's full of little surprises." I reply.
"I wonder where Katy learned about pussies?" he muses, more to himself than
to me, "I wonder if Lena told her."
I see an opening to reinforce the conversation I had with Lena and grasp it
with both hands. "What do you know about Lena's Pussy?" I ask, with, I
hope, the proper tone of surprise, and a little outrage.
Jimmy turns beet red, and starts stammering, "I-I don't kn-n-know what
you're t-t-talking about."
"Yes you do." I say softening my tone, "Have you been playing with it?"
Watching his expression, I continue, "Have you been fucking her?"
Bullseye! He tries, to deny it, "N-no, n-never, I-I w-wouldn't, I-I-I di-
didn't." his obvious embarrassment, along with the fact that I know
different, gives him away. The girls glance in our direction, but a small
shake of my head at Katy causes her to resume their struggle, though her
expression says 'Later' louder than words.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to dob you in, but you are using protection
aren't you?" I ask with the proper amount of concern in my voice.
"What's that?"
"You do put a franger on before you fuck her don't you?"
"A franger?"
"A condom, dinger, rubber, sleeping bag for mice, you know?"
"Huh?"
"Oh shit! It's a rubber bag you put over your cock to catch your sperm.
You don't want to get her pregnant do you?"
"Shit no! Uh, I didn't know. Uh, where do I get them from?" he asks
worriedly.
"You buy them at the chemist, just ask for a dozen Checkmates, or you can
get them from machines in the toilets at service stations and other places
but that'll cost you a whole lot more."
"I'd be too embarrassed." he objects.
"Would you rather be a father? Besides what do you think her father and
brothers would do to you?"
"Oh!"
"Exactly." I say dryly. "Are you making sure she has fun too, or is it
just wham, bamm, thank you mam?"
"Uh, how do you do that?"
"Shit! You got any stick books? You know like playboy or something."
"Uh, yeah."
"Well try reading the letters and stories, instead of just jerking off over
the pictures." I say.
"I-I-I don't." he denies strenuously, his face a deep crimson.
"Bullshit! Everybody does it, if they say they don't they're liars. So
are you a liar?"
"I guess not. But can you tell me what to do?"
"Well you wrap your hand around your dick, and you rub..." I start
mischievously.
He interrupts me, "No I know how to do that." then smiles sheepishly as he
realises how I tricked him. "I mean can you tell me how to make Lena feel
good?"
"O.K. the first thing you can do is kiss her, all sorts of kisses, little
kisses all over her face, big sloppy tongue kisses, that sort of thing."
"And then?"
I continue, "Well you can play with her tits, rub them, lick them, suck on
the nipples. You can also rub her pussy, and kiss and lick it too."
"Eew yuck!" he objects.
"Oh?" I say with raised eyebrows, "You know you shouldn't knock something
until you tried it? How do you feel about the idea of having her suck your
cock?" I ask.
"It makes me hot, but she'd never do it." he declares.
"You'd be surprised," I say, "If you lick a girl's pussy she'll do just
about anything for you."
"Really?" He asks, surprised. "Uh, what does it taste like?"
"It's great," I say, "It's the best thing in the world, so long as the girl
keeps herself clean. And if she doesn't, do you really want to put your
dick there or even your fingers?"
"I guess not. So do I just kiss and lick anywhere?"
"Pretty much, but there's a little knob like a button at the top of her
slit, called a clit, if you lick and suck on that, she'll go over the moon.
The most important thing you have to remember is to start out slow and
gentle, she'll tell you when to go faster. Of course when she does ask you
that, It's a lot more fun to ignore her for a while, it drives them up the
wall.
"Oh and another thing, get rid of your first load of cum before you fuck
her, that way you'll last a lot longer when you do and you won't waste a
condom. Go slow, make it last, the longer it takes the better it will feel
in the end."
Suddenly I lunge at him, "By the way I've still got to get you back for
bombing me and Mara." I get a good grip on him and tickle him until he is
helpless, then strip off his shorts and throw them up onto the bank.
Shoving him under the water and I beating a hasty retreat.
I Join the girls and all three of us watch his embarrassed squirming. They
just giggle and shake their heads when he pleads for one of them to recover
his shorts. Katy cuddles up to me and asks, "What were you talking about,
huh?"
"Let's just say that Lena will get a pleasant surprise next time they're
alone together." I reply with a grin and she giggles in reply.
Eventually Jimmy decides he's not going to get any help from us, and
embarrassed by the presence of a girl that his mother specifically told him
to put clothes on for, he waddles from the water. Hunched over, he
snatches up his shorts and holds them over his groin while he re-enters the
water. All the while the girls are giggling helplessly at his discomfort
and I have to support both of them.
Having restored his modesty, Jimmy glares at us, declaring, "I'm gonna get
you for that."
"Really?" To the girls I add, "Let's get him." I propel them in his
direction and swim after them. He dives and tries to escape, but the odds
are against him and he is soon cornered near the platform, where Mara leaps
on his back and tries to drive him below the surface and Jimmy has to grab
onto the pole.
Katy joins in to help her and plasters herself to Jimmy's front, suddenly
she gets a wicked gleam in her eye and pulls in tighter. Jimmy's face is a
study as he tries to shove her away and I realise that he must have a
hardon and Katy is rubbing up against it, his face gets redder and redder,
suddenly it screws up tight and he shudders and gives a little gasp. Katy
gives a wicked little laugh and pushes off him, I snag an ankle on the way
past and haul her away from the others.
"That, was not a very nice thing to do." I hiss in her ear.
"Aw, it was fun, he looked real funny." She giggles.
"Well remember that if he crawls into bed with you tonight." I warn her.
"Oh!"
"Yes. Oh!"
I shove her under the water and go to peel Mara, who is unaware of the by-
play, off his back. I Toss her away from us and set about soothing Jimmy's
bruised ego. He is almost crying and refuses to look at me.
I splash water in his face and he looks up, "Don't worry about it?" I say,
"It happens."
"Why did she do that? Do you think she knew what she was doing?" He asks.
"Who knows, maybe, but she could probably tell that it was embarrassing
you, so she just kept doing it." I explain with a laugh, "If you had
pushed your dick back at her she would probably have run. Just don't go
getting any funny ideas, O.K."
"O.K."
We separate and the girls swim over to me and Katy begs for a cannonball.
I swim to where I can stand up and for the next few minutes I toss the kids
around until I am tired.
Katy decides she wants to jump off my shoulders. For some reason, probably
a desire to show off, Katy walks around the dam and out to the platform on
the log, as I swim out to the platform and haul myself up. Katy climbs up
onto my shoulders, rubbing her pussy across my face on the way past.
"Watch it!" I hiss and she giggles.
She readies herself and jumps, landing with a satisfying splash, Jimmy
follows her and Mara decides she wants to try it. On her way up I blow a
Zoober into her belly and she looses her balance as she giggles and falls
backwards into the water.
Coming up sputtering she tells me to stay where I am because she's going to
try again and not to do that again. I promise and she swims to the bank
and starts making her way out along the log but falls heavily, landing
astride it. I wince as her face screws up and she bursts into tears of
agony, then jump into the water to catch her as she topples from the log.
I carry her from the water and cuddle her to me soothing her.
Suddenly Jimmy cries out, "She's bleeding!" and Mara's sobs become louder.
I grab a towel and wrap Mara in it, saying, "You bring up the rest of the
stuff and I'll take Mara up for your mother to have a look at."
With this, I hurry up to the house with her and Jane meets me at the door,
having heard the cries. I explain what happened and try to hand Mara over
but she clings to me and refuses to let go.
"Bring her into the kitchen." Jane tells me, pulling me inside and pushing
me down onto a chair.
Jane then asks, "Mara Honey, can I take off your knickers so I can have a
look at you?"
Mara gives a tearful nod and gulps convulsively. Jane unwraps the towel
and carefully slips Mara's blood soaked knickers off, tossing them in the
sink. Katy and Jimmy come in with wide eyed stares, Jane snaps, "Get out
Jimmy. Katy, get me a bowl of warm water and a clean wash cloth, then go
and get me a clean pair of your knickers."
Jimmy drops the pile he is carrying, in the doorway and takes off like a
cut cat while Katy hurries to comply with her mother's requests. Jane
carefully washes Mara's bruised little mound, then gently separates the
lips to look inside. "Well girl, you're not a virgin any more." she
comments wryly. "The bleeding seems to have stopped but just in case, wait
here, I'll be back in a sec, she flips the towel to cover Mara and leaves
the room.
Mara's sobs have subsided to little gulps by the time Jane and Katy return,
Jane picks up a dry towel from the pile in the doorway and asks, "Honey, do
you think you could stand up?" Mara gives a little nod and I help her to
her feet.
As Jane picks up the cloth to finish washing the blood from her thighs Mara
speaks, "No, I want him to do it." As I am the only 'him' in the room Jane
gives a little shrug and silently hands me the cloth.
With gentle strokes I wash the drying blood from her thighs and buttocks
then dab up a drop that has seeped from her swollen pussy. Jane silently
holds out the towel to me and I pat Mara dry. Next she unwraps a sanitary
pad and hands it to me as Katy holds out a pair of knickers, taking them I
hold them for Mara to step into and pull them up to mid thigh, slipping the
pad into position I pull the knickers the rest of the way up. Finally I
slip the dress on over her head.
I stand up and Jane looks me up and down, "You better go and clean yourself
up. Katy, go and get a pair of your fathers shorts." I look down at
myself and see a film of blood and water coating me from the belly button
down. Mara wants to go with me but I convince her to stay with Jane and
have a hot drink.
I retire to the bathroom, step under the shower and drop my shorts into the
bottom of the tub. After sponging the blood from my body I quickly rinse
out my shorts. As I'm drying off Katy comes in with a pair of shorts, and
waits for me to put them on before following me inside.
Back in the kitchen, Mara is looking more like herself and is sipping on a
cup of hot chocolate, Jane is at the sink. As soon as I sit down and pick
up the cup of tea Jan has made for me, Mara slips down from her chair and
climbs into my lap.
"Cute, real cute." Jane remarks and I look up to see her holding up Mara's
knickers to see if they're clean.
When we finish our drinks, I say, "I'd better get Mara back to her mother,
and let her know what happened."
"O.K. we'll see you later."
I make my good-byes to the kids, Jimmy just waves vaguely in our direction
but Katy decides to escort me to the boundary as usual. Mara insists that
I carry her as it still hurts to walk, sucker that I am, I give in and lift
her in my arms.
Three minutes later we're at the fence and I put Mara down so we can get
through. Katy leaps into my arms and delivers her usual kiss goodbye, I'm
a little reluctant in front of Mara but Katy has no such inhibitions, she
grinds her pussy against my hip and her tongue covers every portion of the
inside of my mouth it can reach and she soon has me responding in kind
while Mara looks on with wide eyes.
When we finally break, Katy looks down at Mara and states, "You didn't see
that did you."
"Depends." Mara bargains.
"Depends on what?" I ask with some trepidation.
"On whether you'll teach me to kiss like that too."
"Now look what you've done." I accuse.
"So Kiss her already."
I put Katy down and lift Mara until she can wrap her arms about my neck
then support her with one hand under her butt, to keep the pressure off her
poor abused pussy. I start the kiss gently, briefly trapping her upper lip
between mine, then pulling back to look into her sparkling, green eyes, she
smiles up at me so I return my lips to hers. For a little while we suck
gently on each others lips before I tilt my head to the side and I lick
over the small gap between her lips. I probe a little harder and her lips
give way before me. I run my tongue over her teeth, licking her gums and
the inside of her cheeks. Her teeth part as she gives a little gasp and I
push through the opening to flick at the end of her little tongue. Her
eyes widen at this, but she responds by sliding her tongue over mine, when
I withdraw my tongue, hers tentatively follows, then begins exploring the
inside of my mouth with increasing confidence. I suck hard as she pulls
her tongue back and when I follow she responds in kind her cheeks hollowing
as she draw my tongue into her mouth.
A moment later she breaks the kiss and smiles up at me, "That was nice."
she tells me. then lifts her lips to mine for a brief moment before I put
her down.
Katy warns Mara, "Now don't say anything about that kiss, or you could get
Geoff into trouble. O.K.?"
"What kiss?" Mara replies with her best stupid look. (This girl will go far
if she doesn't hang first.)
Katy delivers one last brief kiss then holds the fence while we scramble
through. Lifting Mara back into my arms, we make our way to the creek and
down into the bed, where I wade against the current until I find a good
solid exposed tree root. I lift Mara onto solid ground, then pass the
bundle of towels and wet clothes up to her. Grasping the root I pull
myself up onto the bank and once again pick her up and plod along the track
to my uncle's house.
I set Mara on her feet at the top of the steps and follow her into the
lounge, where she proudly announces, "I'm not a virgin any more. See." and
she lifts the hem of her dress to show the prominent bulge of an adult
sized maxi-pad in her little girl panties.
A sudden silence ensues in which I imagine I can hear the vertebrae
cracking as head snap around to look at us. Carl's face darkens ominously
and he roars, "Who did it? Was it you? I'll kill the bastard." as he
rises from his seat.
I back up a step and Mara turns to huddle against me, wrapping herself
around one thigh. I hold up my hand and say, "Woah, it was an accident,
she slipped and fell on a log."
Still half out of his seat, Carl asks, "Well what's this bit about a
virgin, where did she hear that?"
I explain, "She's just repeating what Jane, that's Mrs. O'Conner, said
while we were cleaning her up."
Sherry shoves her husband back into his seat and comes over to kneel before
her frightened daughter who is, staring apprehensively at her father. "Are
you all right darling?"
Mara gives a tiny nod, "Why is Daddy mad at me?" she asks in a scared
little girl voice.
"Oh, Daddy isn't mad at you." Sherry explains, enfolding her daughter and
perforce my leg, in a tight hug, "He just misunderstood what you said and
he was mad, because he though someone hurt you." She then throws a glare
at her husband that would melt stone. He cringes and starts to get up, but
subsides under the weight of her glance.
"What's a virgin?" Mike chirps from his perch on my mother's knee.
Everybody except the two children crack up at this and the atmosphere
clears dramatically, Mara and Mike stare around at up as if we had gone
mad. Finally Carl recovers enough to haul himself to his feet and kneels
before his daughter, "Well you sure picked an interesting way of making
your announcement." he says wryly, "I'm sorry if you thought I was mad at
you, I'd never get that mad at you Honey. Do you forgive me?"
Mara peels herself from my leg and shrugs off her mothers arms as she leaps
at her father, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss.
Pulling back she announces, "Ouch, that hurt."
Carl gently folds his arms around Mara and asks, "What hurt Honey?"
"My pussy, when I jumped. Oops!" she realises what she said and claps her
hand over her mouth.
Sherry raises her eyebrow at me, and I explain, "Uh, Katy made a smart
remark about Mara's knickers, Jane appreciated the joke too."
"Oh. Actually Mara just liked the kitten, they are cute though aren't
they?" Sherry returns. "Mara darling, will you come with me so I can make
sure you're all right." They go off into the bedroom and emerge a few
minutes later. "She's fine, she'll be just a little sore for a day or
two."
I feel a tug on my shorts and I look down into Mike's upturned face, "You
still haven't told me what a virgin is."
I look helplessly at Sherry, who says, "Give it a go, just keep it simple."
"Thanks." I mutter, and think for a moment, "O.K.," I say, hunkering down
to his level, "Girls have this little piece of skin between their legs that
stops poo from going in the wrong places when they are babies and when it
gets broken they're not virgins any more."
"Oh, is that all. Girl stuff, yuck." he says and turns away, disgusted
that he has asked about a girl thing.
Sherry claps her hands delightedly, "Perfect, everything he wanted to know
and not a thing to pique his interest. Well I think everybody could do
with a drink, what do you take Geoff?"
I tell her and she goes into the kitchen to make drinks. As soon as I take
a seat on the couch Mara climbs up onto my lap and by the time Sherry
returns with the drinks she is curled up in a ball, fast asleep.
As Sherry hands me my drink she asks, "Do you want me to move her?"
"No she's fine, and I think she needs to be held at the moment." I reply.
"You're probably right."
I sit there with my cute little lap warmer, gently rubbing her back as she
sleeps. Around me the adults carry on their conversation, but to me it is
a droning buzz that soon has me joining Mara in the land of Nod.
Some time later I'm woken by Mara shaking me violently and calling "Wake
up, wake up!"
"Huh, what?"
"You're coming to stay with us for a week." Mara tells me excitedly.
"Mara Lauren Hardy! You're supposed to ask him."
"But he will come." Mara objects, "Won't you?" a note of uncertainty creeps
into her voice.
"Of course I will Honey."
"Goody! I knew he would!" Mara squeals delightedly and then plasters wet
little kisses all over my face until I am forced to push her away.
I look at Sherry and ask, "What brought that on?"
"Well, when she woke up Mara asked me if you could come and stay with us
for a while, your mother said that you were a bit disappointed about the
lack of beaches, so we decided to see if you'd like to come up for a week."
"I'd love to."
"Well, go and pack a bag we'll be leaving after tea." Sherry tells me.
I suddenly realise just how late it is, Mara and I have slept through most
of the afternoon. I get up and with the help of small fingers I soon have
a bag packed and waiting at the top of the stairs. I realise that I am
still wearing James' shorts so I chase Mara from the room and change into a
pair of my own.
I enter the lounge and tell Mum that I better let Jane know that I won't be
over for a while and to send Katy to pick up her father's things once
they've been washed.
Sherry has similar thoughts and throws Mara's knickers, which are now dry,
to her. "Here get changed so Katy can have her knickers back." Mara starts
to get changed right there in the middle of the lounge and Sherry has to
stop her, "In the bedroom you little goose."
A minute later Katy returns and holds up the pad, "What do I do with this?"
"Oh Mara!" Sherry exclaims, crimson featured, "Put it in the bin."
I decide that now is a good time to be busy on the phone and take it into
the bedroom and shut the door.
Jane answers, "Hello."
"Hi Jane, It's Geoff, I've just been invited to spend a week up at Mara's
parents place, so you'll have to send Katy over to collect James' shorts
and the knickers, Mum'll wash them tomorrow morning so any time after
lunch'll be fine."
"You don't have to do that."
"My mother does, believe me. You know that little comment of yours nearly
got me killed?"
"What comment was that?"
"Well guess who walked into the lounge and announced to all and sundry that
she was not a virgin any more?"
"Oh no! She didn't?" Jane start laughing helplessly, I can hear James in
the background asking "What's so funny?"
Eventually Jane recovers enough to explain, "You know how I told you about
the accident today, well Mara just walked into the lounge over there and
told the world that she wasn't a virgin any more." In the background James
cracks up.
Jane asks me, "What was her fathers reaction?"
"Well you remember the 'Incredible Hulk' cartoons? That was her father,
and he's six, two to start with. It was a scary experience."
"How did you manage to survive long enough to explain?"
"Mara was so solidly attached to my leg that he would have had to break her
arms to remove her, his reaction scared her worse than it scared me."
Mum calls from the lounge, and I say to Jane, "I've got to go, I'm being
called. See you next week some time."
"O.K. see you later and I'm sorry for causing so much trouble."
"That's all right, see ya." I hang up and return to the lounge, where tea
is ready.
Fortunately it is finger food as Mara wants to sit in my lap, her parents
and I indulge her and the two of us spend the time stealing food from each
other's plates.
Once we have finished tea and our after dinner drinks, we all go down to
the truck where I toss my bag into the back and lift the children after it.
After we have made our good-byes I join the kids as Carl and Sherry climb
into the cab and slam the doors. Two minutes later we are on our way. At
the gate I'm the one tapped to open it and let the truck through, I then
close the gate and vault back into the truck.
I settle myself on the mattress and pillows in the back of the truck and
Mara snuggles up against my side. While the light lasts we read, Mara from
'The Enchanted Wood' and me from Heinlein's 'Time Enough For Love'.
It soon becomes too dark to read so we set aside our books and I listen to
her as she chatters about herself, I find that the books she has read are
much the same books that I read when I was her age and I'm pleased to find
that her favourite book is Heidi, which is my own all time favourite and
one which I still re-read to this day.
She is in the Brownie Scouts and I hear all about the activities that they
do, tying knots, cooking chocolate crackles, selling chocolate and how they
made more than five hundred dollars just before Christmas by collecting
bottles and aluminium cans from alongside the roads leading into town.
While Mara talks it has gone from twilight to full darkness and the steady
hum of the wheels on the asphalt of the road has lulled Mike to sleep. I
am in that half world neither fully awake, nor fast asleep, Mara is
snuggled up against my right side, her head pillowed on my chest and her
upper leg is drawn up to rest on hip. With my left hand I have been idly
scratching her ribs upper arm and back.
It is only when she murmurs, "Mmm, that's nice." and wriggles contentedly
against my side that I realise that my right hand has not been idle. It
has slipped from her hip to rest on her lower leg and my fingertip is
gently stroking along the length of her still swollen little slit. As soon
as I realise what I am doing my hand freezes. "Why did you stop?" she
complains.
I start to remove my hand as I explain, but she shifts her upper leg to
trap my hand where it is. "Grownups aren't supposed to touch kids like
that." I tell her.
"But it felt nice, I like it." she protests.
"I know, but I would get into a lot of trouble if any body found out I
touched your pussy like that." I explain, blithely ignoring the fact that
the trouble I would get into for rubbing her pussy, was nothing to what
would happen if anybody ever found out about what I was doing with Katy and
Lena.
"I'd never tell anybody." she tries to reassure me as she wriggles lower
trying to re-establish the contact between my fingers and her pussy.
"I still shouldn't do it." I object.
"But I want you to do it. Please?" With this she takes matters into her
own hands, and seizes my wrist and pushes my hand back into contact with
her knickers.
Her pleading tone is too much for me and I resume stroking her pussy and
she lifts her leg to lie on my hip again. Once she is sure that I'm not
going to stop again she releases my wrist and throws her arm across my body
to hug me tightly. Gently, I trail my finger along the length of her slit,
tracing little circles at the top, over her clit. Her breathing becomes
more rapid as I continue to massage her vulva and I increase the pressure
on her clit. After a few minutes of gentle friction on her knickers I feel
a little dampness begin to seep through the gusset and I slip my fingers
under the elastic of the leg-band. Mara emits a little gasp as she feels
the direct contact of my skin on hers and hugs me tighter.
My fingers slide smoothly over the oily wetness they encounter and slip
easily between her puffy labia. She moans softly as my finger contacts her
hardened, pea sized clitoris and her breathing becomes ragged. With gentle
pressure on the tip, I move it around in small circles and she thrusts her
hips forward to trap my fingers between herself and my hip. I gently
extract my fingers and drag them backwards through her warm crevice to
circle the entrance of her vagina, she tenses momentarily but begins to
relax when she feels no discomfort.
As my ring finger continues to orbit the tiny opening into her body she
relaxes further and a short time later slips, to the first knuckle, within
the warm, vice like confines of her immature vagina. She gasps, and I feel
the muscles of her vaginal entrance clench tight around my finger. I
caress her clit with my fore finger and patiently wait until she relaxes
before withdrawing and pushing back inside. I slide my finger in and out,
gaining a few millimetres more penetration with each stroke until my entire
finger is buried to the hilt and she is rocking her hips back and forth in
time with my strokes.
Mara is moaning almost continuously and I press the finger tips of my left
hand to her lips, she understands my warning and the volume of her cries is
reduced. The muscles of her vagina have relaxed under my ministrations, so
I withdraw my ring finger completely and replace it with the middle one.
The quantity of lubricant in her silken sheath is so great that my finger
slips inside with no resistance and the tip brushes over the closed opening
of her cervix. Three full length strokes of my finger later, she cums in a
shuddering orgasm, her tiny fist stuffed between her teeth to stifle her
outcry.
As her climax subsides I cease fondling her clit and remove my finger with
shallower and shallower strokes until my hand is free. I then lift it to
my face and inhale the delicate aroma of her virgin spend, extending my
tongue to taste of her innocence, I suck each of my fingers one after the
other between my lips savouring the clean, sweet flavour of her secretions
mixed with the slight coppery tang of her blood.
A moment later she lifts herself above me and presses her mouth to mine,
her tiny tongue slipping between my lips to caress the inside of my mouth.
After a few seconds she pulls back to say, "Your mouth tastes funny."
"That's what your pussy tastes like, I sucked my fingers clean?"
"Mmm, I like it." she opines, and slides back down to snuggle up to my
side.
"Do you want a better taste?" I ask, I feel her head nod on my chest so I
slip my hand back under her knickers and slip my fingers one by one inside
her, coating them with her vaginal oils. I lift my hand to her lips and
she avidly sucks my fingers clean, relishing the stronger flavour,
undiluted by my saliva.
Suddenly she slips her own hand under her knee and touches my rigid cock
through my shorts, "Why is your doodle hard?" she asks.
"That's my 'penis', it's hard because you make me feel good in a special
way. Like the way I made you feel when I rubbed your pussy." I explain.
"Can I touch it?", without waiting for permission she slides her hand
under the waistband of my shorts and explores it with her fingertips,
caressing every square millimetre, sliding further downwards to fondle my
balls, finally she wraps her hand around my shaft her thumb failing to
reach her fingertips. She discovers that the skin slides up and down and
begins an inexperienced pumping motion.
"Careful," I warn her, "if you keep that up you're going to make a big
mess."
"What do you mean?" she asks, curiously.
"You know that really good feeling that you had at end, when I rubbed your
pussy, well men feel that too, and when that happens some slippery white
stuff called sperm squirts out of the end."
I lean over her and pull a T-shirt from my bag, I then slip my shorts down
below my balls to give Mara easier access to my prick. "O.K. you can play
with my cock now, and I'll catch the sperm with this."
Mara gets up from beside me and kneels astride my thighs, so that she can
fondle my cock more easily. Fortunately the glass at the front of the
fibreglass canopy has been broken at some stage and has been replaced with
a sheet of plywood, so I don't have to worry about her parents seeing us,
and the reflection of their headlights from the glass at the rear will
prevent anyone behind us looking in.
With more room to manoeuvre, Mara wraps both hands around my cock and
begins pumping up and down, her action is a little rough so I instruct her
on how to give a hand job properly, explaining where my penis is most
sensitive. I also tell her that it feels better if her hands are slippery
like her vagina and use my hand to transfer a good gob of saliva from my
mouth to coat my cock.
She replaces her hand on my shaft and complains "Eew, yuck!", but continues
to fondle me, as my prick begins to dry, she leans forwards to dribble spit
from her own lips onto it, massaging the fresh lubricant into the head with
one hand as she pumps with the other.
Suddenly Mike rolls over in his sleep muttering and with great presence of
mind Mara drops forwards, concealing my cock beneath her body. When she is
sure Mike is not waking up she sits back up, only now she is on top of my
balls and the base of my prick presses against her panties.
She reaches down to continue her ministrations but finding me dry scoots
downwards to dribble another load of spit, actually brushing the tip with
he lip. She then moves back up and resumes stroking my rigid prick, but
now she can feel the base rubbing against her slit. Suddenly her weight
leaves me as she stands up and I hear a rustling sound, before She sits
back down, squarely on top of my prick and I can feel her bare pussy lips
splayed open to either side. I take her knickers from her hand and lay
them across my nose, the intoxicating smell inciting my prick to swell
until it feels like it will burst.
With one hand she holds her dress up out of the way, the other caresses the
head of my cock and pushes it upwards to increase the pressure of the
contact with her body, as she begins to rock her hips backwards and
forwards her clit sliding along the underside of my penis. Her passions
quickly build towards a fresh peak as the slick friction stimulates her
engorged clit and I am right there with her. Suddenly she is cumming for
the second time in her life, and she shakes and shudders above me. Before
her orgasm subsides my own overtakes me and I barely have time to move the
T-shirt into position, before the semen burns it's way along the length of
my exploding member. My cum coats Mara's hand and dribbles back down over
my prick to pool in my groin and coat the outside of her vulva.
I remove her hand from my wilting member and lift it to my lips where I
carefully lick and suck her fingers clean. I then lift her entire body
upwards and she gasps in shock as I perform the same service on her semen
coated vulva, slipping my tongue between her labia to gather up the last of
the pussy juice seeping from her vagina.
When I reach for the T-shirt to clean up my cock and balls Mara surprises
me by restraining my hand and turning to reach down and scoop up a quantity
of semen on her fingers before lifting them to her mouth to taste. Finding
the taste to her liking she dips her head to lick my groin like a cat,
lapping up every drop of cream she can find.
She lifts her head and snuggles up next to me, saying "You taste nice too."
I kiss her forehead and let her feel my smile against her skin, "You taste
better." I argue.
"Of course I do, I'm a little girl." she replies smugly.
"Well if 'little girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice.'
Then why do they taste like anchovies?" I ask with a grin.
"I do not!", she protests.
I chuckle and she pulls away and a small fist thuds into my ribs, "Oooh,
you're teasing me." She cuddles back up to me and reaches down to fondle
my shrunken cock, "Oh it's soft, how come your penis feels so different
now?"
"I'll tell you in a minute but first let's get our clothes back on
properly." I say, as I settle my shorts back on my hips. Groping around
beside my head I find her knickers and use my cigarette lighter to find the
front, then slip them on, finishing by snapping the leg-band against her
buttock, just to hear her squeak.
I get us settled comfortably and give much the same talk as I gave Katy and
then Lena, editing and simplifying it a little to suit her more limited
understanding. I finish with my talk on the ethics of sex, emphasising
that 'no' means 'no' and 'stop' means 'stop right now'. Finishing, "So,
you should only have sex with someone you really trust."
"You mean, like Daddy?" she asks.
"Um ... that's a hard one, a lot of daddies get upset when they think about
their little girls having sex. You saw how mad he got today, well that was
because he thought someone had had sex with you."
"Oh, so you mean I can't do it with Daddy?", she sounds so disappointed
that my heart really goes out to her and I think hard about how she might
get to her father.
"Well you could try sitting in his lap and wriggling about to see if he
gets hard, and you could try to practice movie kisses with him. Say you
saw it in the movies and you wanted to try it, when he asks you about it
though." I tell her.
She then starts having ideas of her own, "I really liked it when you
tickled my pussy, so I could go up to him and say I was rubbing where I got
hurt, and it felt really funny and could he have a look at it to see if
anything was wrong. And I could sit so he could see up my dress too."
"They're good ideas too, just don't do them all at once or he'll know
something is up, and you've got to pretend you don't know anything so that
he thinks he is teaching you. One of the most important things though is
to make sure there's nobody else around or he will be too scared to do
anything, he might be too scared anyway, but if anyone else is there forget
it. Take it slowly, because if you go too fast you'll probably just make
him mad."
We have been talking for over two hours by now and the street lights of yet
another town illuminate the interior of the canopy, Mara looks outside and
says, "We're nearly home can I have another kiss before we get there?"
I say, "Yes." and she squeals "Goody!" as she rolls over to straddle my
stomach and leans forwards to press her lips to mine, there is no
hesitation as her lively little tongue darts in to caress mine, I suck hard
on it for a moment before crowding her tongue back into her mouth with my
own. She practically inhales my tongue, swirling hers all around it,
sucking and licking with abandon. As I pull my tongue back into my own
mouth I feel her lips tighten just before her sharp teeth nip playfully at
the retreating tip.
Well two can play at this game and I shift my lips to suck on her nose,
giving the tip a little nip before shifting to repeat the action on her
right ear, as I suck her earlobe between my lips and take it gently between
my teeth she giggles and her head almost disappears between her shoulders.
Mara informs me we are only a couple of blocks from her home, so I take a
quick look around in the shifting light to make sure there is no evidence
of our amorous play, I spot my T-shirt and stuff it to the bottom of my bag
and zip it closed. Nothing else seems out of place so I sit back with Mara
in my lap until we pull up into a steep driveway.
I open the lift door of the canopy and lower Mara to the ground outside, I
then turn around and lift a still sleeping Mike into my arms, and return to
the tailgate in time to hand him to his father, I toss the pillows out to
Mara and jump down with my bag. Suddenly the grass is lit up as Sherry,
who has gone on to open up the house, turns on the porch light. I look
around and see a trampoline off to one side and a small above ground pool
behind a safety fence. Behind the pool I can see the moon, just past full,
just beginning to rise from the sea, a trail of magical light coming
towards me and disappearing behind the bushes covering the steep slope down
to the beach.
"Can I take Geoff down to the beach?" Mara asks her mother as soon as we
are inside the front door.
"Ten minutes, you should be in bed young lady." Sherry acquiesces.
With a whoop of delight Mara drags me to the doors overlooking the beach,
and wrestles them open with my help. Then taking my hand leads me to a
gate in the fence at the top of the steep slope, and through a tunnel in
the bushes, down some a stairway of concrete blocks. We discard our
footwear at the bottom of the stairs, and walk out on the still warm sand
to the ragged line of seaweed and flotsam at the high tide mark.
The packed sand slopes gently down to where the tide has just turned and is
slowly advancing up the beach. Mara leads me down to where tiny little
waves advance and retreat and then out until the water swirls around my
knees, and threatens to wet her dress. Seeing this I bend over and tuck
the hem inside the leg-band of her knickers, pausing a moment to run my
fingertip over her warm little slit. Together we stand there, hand in
hand, listening to the waves hiss on the sand behind us until the moon has
fully cleared the horizon.
"We better be getting back." I tell her, "I think your mother wants you in
bed."
"Will you carry me up to the stairs?", she pleads. I lift her up and she
wraps her arms around my neck and her legs about my waist. My hands cup
her bottom and I slide a finger under the gusset to rest along the length
of her furrow. By the time we reach the bottom of the steps her pussy is
slick and pull my finger back to work it in and out of her tight sheath a
few times.
She makes a small moue of disappointment when I withdraw my finger to suck
it clean and opens her mouth to complain, I shush her and say, "You can do
it to yourself once you've gone to bed." she still pouts but gives in with
reasonably good grace.
Mara leads me to a tap and shower under the bushes where we wash the sand
from our feet and slip our footwear back on. Once we are inside the house
I have my first chance to look it over, In the center is the guest bedroom
that is to be mine along with the kitchen and the bathroom, surrounding
these on all three sides is a closed in verandah, partitioned off into a
lounge, and bedrooms for the children, beyond the kitchen is a large deck.
Carl and Sherry's bedroom is an extension built on beside the front door.
Sherry meets us in the kitchen and chases Mara off to bed. Mara delivers
quick kisses to her parents, the one to her father just a trifle longer and
wetter than the one she bestows on her mother. Mara then drags me after
her saying "I want Geoff to read to me."
"Mara! You're supposed to ask properly." To me Sherry says, "You don't
mind?"
"Of course not." I tell her and allow myself to be lead into Mara's
bedroom.
"Two chapters." Sherry calls after us.
When Mara begins to undress I turn to wait outside, but she say's, "Don't
be silly, sit there." and points to the foot of her bed.
I do as I'm instructed, and watch Mara as she strips off her dress and
drops it on the floor, I lean over and pick it up, fold it and lay it on
the chair at the foot of the bed. Mara then peels her knickers off and
tosses them in the corner, these I leave where they fall as I gaze at her
pre-teen body. Her rounded belly sticking out over her puffy vulva, the
labia slightly darkened by bruising. The tiny nipples decorating her chest
are surprisingly dark.
She pulls her baby doll pyjamas from under her pillow and bends over
towards me to slip the panties on. I know she is too young to have real
breasts but the layer of puppy fat beneath her nipples is compressed by the
position of her arms and body and a convincing illusion of small titties is
created. When she stands upright, her pseudo-titties disappear and she
slips the top of her baby dolls on over her head.
Mara then slips in between the sheets and slides over next to the wall,
holding the covers back in an obvious invitation for me to get in beside
her. I pick up the book and comply with her unspoken request, kicking my
thongs off I slip in beside Mara leaning against the head board. Mara
rests her head on my stomach and I open the book and start reading out
loud.
For Mara the day has been too much, first the trauma of breaking her cherry
in such a painful fashion and then two powerful orgasms within minutes of
each other have worn her out and I barely make it halfway through the
chapter before she is fast asleep, tiny snores rasping from her mouth. I
lay the book aside and sit there for a minute looking down at her face in
repose, the corners of her cherubic mouth are drawn up in a tiny smile, and
long almost invisible lashes rest on her bespeckled cheeks.
I carefully slide from between the sheets cradling her head until I can
gently lower it to the pillow. I gently rearrange the covers and tuck her
in, bending to deposit a soft kiss on her slightly parted lips. As I pull
back I notice her eyes have started to flicker behind their lids and I like
to think that my kiss is what triggered her dream.
Turning the light out I join Carl and Sherry at the table in the kitchen.
"Half a chapter," I report, "and she was out like a light."
"I thought that'd happen," Sherry says, "She's had a rather long and um,
eventful day."
We sit up for another half hour exchanging small talk, before Carl and
Sherry decide to call it a night, I too retire to my bed, but the nap I had
during the afternoon leaves me feeling wide awake now and I read my book
until about three in the morning. Finally I turn out the light and fall
asleep thinking of Mara.
Chapter 14 - SHERRY'S INDISCRETION.
I am woken the next morning by a weight on my stomach and fingers digging
into my ribs, I pry open one eyelid and look blearily at a bright and
cheerful looking Mara, who is sitting astride me and looking insufferably
wide awake. I groan and pull my pillow over my face, saying, "Go 'way,
wake me when it's morning."
Mara snatches the pillow away and throws it on the floor, "It is morning,
and I want to go swimming before breakfast."
I look at the wall past Mara, the light streaming through the doors behind
me tints the wall a burnt orange. Technically Mara is right, it is
morning, but only just. Coming to the conclusion that I wont be allowed to
sleep any longer I roll Mara off me and fall out of bed beside her.
Hauling myself to my feet I stand in the open doorway and gaze out through
the back doors to where the sun has still not cleared the horizon fully.
Suddenly I see it, 'The Flash', for a brief fraction of a second the sun
turns a brilliant shade of emerald green. Immediately I forgive Mara for
the early wake up call. Behind me I hear Mara giggling and turn towards
her, her giggles stop to be replaced by a gasp and a wide eyed stare.
Following the direction of her gaze, I look down and realise that I have
followed my usual custom of sleeping naked and my morning piss hardon is
staring me in the face.
"Hand me my shorts please." I say.
Mara gropes around on the floor, until her hand encounters my pants, the
whole time her eyes are locked on my groin. Only when I take them from her
and slip them on does she blink. She meets my gaze for a moment and
blushes prettily, her eyes dropping to examine the floor at her feet.
"I gotta pee." I tell her and head for the toilet, Mara trailing along
behind. Once there I have to practically shut the door in her face, she is
so close behind me. Five minutes later, my immediate problem taken care of
I emerge from the toilet, almost tripping over Mara in the doorway.
"O.K.," I say, "how about that swim?"
Mara takes me by the hand and tows me to her bedroom, motioning for me to
sit on the bed. She then strips off her PJ's and stuffs them under the
pillow. Turning away from me she bends over to open her bottom drawer, her
cute little butt swaying from side to side as she tugs it open. Rummaging
inside she extracts a tiny little bright orange bikini and holds it up for
my inspection. I pretend to be blinded by the skimpy day-glo garment and
she giggles delightfully. She quickly slips it on and turns for me to tie
the string at the back.
Mara grabs a towel from the bathroom and mine from my bag in my room and
less than a minute later we are chasing the retreating tide down the beach.
Entering the water I strike out after Mara, who knows the waters, and we
allow the current to take us around a small headland to a pocket
handkerchief of a beach under a sheer twenty meter cliff. From here only a
small portion of the town can be seen a kilometre away over the water.
For half an hour or so, we fool around in the water, diving for stones,
swimming between each others legs and indulging in a little touchy-feelly
but nothing too intense. When I protest that I haven't had much sleep and
I'm getting tired Mara leads me to a hidden pocket in the rocks at the base
of the cliff where the water has worn a natural seat in the stone. Pushing
me back into it, Mara plumps herself in my lap and tucks my fingers into
the top of her bikini bottoms.
I pull my fingers free and hold them up to her lips, "I need some spit to
make them slippery." I tell her and she obliges me by sucking the first two
fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue about them to leave a liberal
coating of saliva.
I pull my fingers free with a pop and with my other hand I hold the
waistband away from her belly, I look over her shoulders to the bottom of
her belly where I can see the top of her little slit, the tip of her nubbin
of a clit just visible. With my spit slickened fingers I tease her little
button and I'm rewarded by it growing harder under my attentions. Her
breathing rapidly becomes ragged and she thrusts her hips upwards against
my fingers. Curling my fingers I slide them lower and tease the entrance
of her vagina, feeling a slick moistness I press a fingertip against her
tiny opening and slowly enter the tight channel.
I stop as she winces and says, "Ouch!" Realising that her pussy has
stiffened around her broken hymen and is a bit sore, I withdraw my hand
from her pants.
When she moans her disappointment, I reassure her, saying, "I've got a
better Idea. You're going to love it." I pick her up from my lap and turn
her around lifting her to stand on the rocks to either side of me, I slide
down a little in my seat until her crotch is at the right height and pull
the front of her bottoms to one side. For the first time I have a good
close-up view of her pussy. The tip of her swollen clit peeks from between
plump lips, mottled with a little bruising, with my thumbs I separate her
labia and see tiny inner lips, engorged with blood, peek out at me pulsing
with her heartbeat.
She gasps as I stick out my tongue and drag it along the full length of her
furrow, flicking over her clit at the top of my stroke. Her hands grab the
back of my head, fingers entangled in my hair, she mashes her groin against
my lips. Little moans and groans of pleasure emerge from her lips as I
thoroughly lave the area from her rosy pucker to her clit. When I suck her
clit between my lips and start humming, I feel one hand pull from my hair
and hear a muffled shriek as she cums, her juices dripping onto my chin.
Releasing her clit, I lick around the entrance of her vagina, lapping up
the remainder of her delicious spend.
As she descends from the heights of her climax I lower her to sit in my
lap, my rigid cock pressing up into the crack of her pussy. Her eyes open
and her tongue licks across my lips and over my chin collecting the
overflow from her pussy. My face clean she presses her lips to mine and
sucks my tongue into her mouth, her own fervently swirling around mine.
Satisfied she has collected as much of her own juices as she can she pulls
back, and looks me in the eye, "Your turn," she announces and wriggles from
my lap to kneel in the sand between my feet.
Undoing the button and fly on my shorts she tugs them down until she can
lift my balls free, rolling them gently between her fingers, for a minute
or so she examines my penis critically, moving it about to look at it from
all sides and rolling the foreskin back and forth over the head. Satisfied
with her examination she dips her head and licks from my balls to the tip,
giggling when I twitch as her tongue passes over the sensitive skin below
the slit. Eagerly, she drags her tongue all over my rampant prick until
there is not one square millimetre that remains dry.
"Suck it." I whisper, gently laying my hands on either side of her head and
guiding it until my glans presses against her lips. With a little moan she
parts he lips and takes the first three inches into her mouth, the tip
bumping against the back of her throat and her tongue is pressed against
the vein along the underside of my cock. Backing up a little she starts
sucking like a baby. "Move your head up and down and use your hands and
tongue." I tell her.
She wraps both hands around the shaft of my cock, and bobs her head up and
down, her hands sliding over my spit slickened shaft. At the top of her
stroke her tongue gyrates about my glans, dragging over the sensitive folds
of skin and darting into the hole at the tip. She giggles as my hips
thrust upwards involuntarily and the vibrations come close to driving me
over the edge. Pulling her mouth free, she explores my glans with her
tongue, the tip curling under rim of the helmet then the whole of her
tongue laving over the tip. All the while her hands continue pumping as
she drools copious quantities of spit down the length of my shaft.
For a moment she pulls back to admire her handiwork, the knob is now a
mottled purple and the skin is tight as a drum, then bends to engulf me
within the warm cavern of he mouth. The feeling of her lips sliding over
my prick is the last straw and I groan as I release a stream of creamy
sperm into her mouth, surprised she jerks backwards and the next two jets
splash across her cheeks, and chin before she recovers and plunges forwards
to gulp down the remainder of my load. As my spasms subside she nurses on
my prick until it has softened completely, then sits back on her heels to
grin up at me, a greasy rope of semen hanging obscenely from the point of
her chin.
"Did I do good?" she asks, as the glob of cum breaks free and falls to land
on the string joining the tiny triangles of cloth covering her nipples.
"The best." I reply, as I lift her upwards and wash her chest and face
clean with my tongue, before thrusting it between her lips and licking all
over the inside of her mouth. I hug her tight for a minute or two as I
recover, marvelling that one so young can give so much pleasure. Finally I
lift her to her feet and fasten my shorts, saying "We better get cleaned
up."
With a whoop, Mara runs after the retreating tide and splashes into the
water, on still wobbly legs, I slowly follow her. As I come near where she
is standing nipple deep in the water, she splashes me in the face. With a
roar I dive beneath her and catching her legs I drag her beneath the waves.
When I get my feet under me and stand up Mara wraps her arms about my neck
and presents pursed lips to me as though asking for a kiss. As I dip my
head to comply, she shoots a jet of water in my face and putting her feet
in my belly pushes off before I can seize her and administer chastisement.
Feeling something slimy slide past my leg I reach down and encounter a
piece of seaweed, with an inward grin I take it and plunge after a
giggling Mara. A short chase ensues before I catch her and deliberately
suck up a mouthful of water, I get her in the ear as she shakes her head
to avoid my retaliatory strike. She then squeals in outrage, as I take my
true revenge and stuff the rope of seaweed through the back of her bikini
bottoms and tie it in place.
She has to remove her bottoms completely, so she can see the knot to untie
it, scowling at my perfidy all the time. When she finally is able to throw
the seaweed at me I snatch the scrap of cloth from her hands and pull her
to me before she can get away.
She struggles in my grasp until I slide a hand between her legs and gently
tweak her clitoris, suddenly her struggles cease as I pinch and rub her
rapidly hardening clit. I caress along the length of her slit with gentle
fingers, teasing the entrance to her vagina but not entering its still sore
confines. She rapidly soars to a climax, her thighs clamping tight on my
hand as she squeals out her joy, then relaxes to rest her head on my
shoulder.
Suddenly we hear the faint pealing of a bell and Mara's head jerks up from
my shoulder. "That's Mum ringing for us," she informs me, "we have to go
back now." I quickly help her back into her bathers and we head for base
of the headland, we scramble over the rocks and run over the sand to
collect our things. We rinse the salt water from our bodies under the
shower, where Mara strips off her bikini and wrings the excess water from
it, I follow suit then shut off the water. Enfolding Mara in a towel, I
swiftly rub her dry, she then returns the favour, though I have to attend
to my own head and shoulders. Mara throws her towel around her shoulders,
while I wrap mine sarong style about my waist, we are just starting up the
steps as the bell peals out again above us.
Sherry meets us at back door, a large brass bell in her hand. "Toss those
wet things over the line and come and get your breakfast before it gets any
colder." she instructs us. When I head for my room to put some clothes on,
Sherry stops me, saying, "Later. Your breakfast is on the table."
Together we troop into the kitchen, and take our places at the table,
steaming bowls of porridge before us. Opposite me Mara has let her towel
drop to the seat and is sitting unconcernedly naked, shovelling her
breakfast into her mouth. Sherry is not eating and I ask her "Where is
everybody else?"
"Carl has left for work and Mike is next door with Brendan." Sherry
informs me.
Once we have eaten I say to Sherry, "I saw 'The Flash' this morning."
"'The Flash'. What's that?"
"When the Sun turns green for a second as it rises. It was called 'The
Flash' in a book I read once." I explain.
"Oh, I know what you mean, Carl's seen it once or twice when he was out on
the trawler. You were very lucky you know, he says its rare as hens teeth.
How did you manage to see it?"
"Well, I got an early wake up call," I glare at Mara who just grins back at
me, "and while I was stretching in the doorway I saw it."
"Yeah he sure looked funny." Mara giggles.
"What do you mean?" Sherry asks Mara.
Mara turns several shades of pink, and looks at her plate, not saying
anything.
"Well?" Sherry verbally prods her daughter.
"What she's 'not' trying to say is that she got an eyeful when she woke me
up this morning." I explain, "You see I usually sleep naked and as I had
had only about three hours sleep, I rolled out of bed without thinking. It
was only when Mara started giggling that I realised that something was up."
I realise I've made a poor choice of words as Mara giggles again, gulping
the word "up" between titters.
Sherry raises an eyebrow, "Up?" she asks, worlds of meaning are contained
in that one word.
"Uh, my bladder was a little on the full side." I explain.
"Oh! Well that explains that."
"I'll wear jocks to bed from now on." I promise.
"Don't worry about it, we're pretty casual around here anyway. It's just
that yours was probably the first actual erection she's seen, except for
maybe her little brother."
"Uh, what do you want me to do if she uh, makes inquiries?" I ask, trying
to avoid giving the 'little big ears' opposite me any ideas.
"Well you did such a good job with her little brother, why don't we see
what you can do with Mara right now." Sherry says, putting me right on the
spot.
"Uh, how far do you want me to go?"
"Just why you were the way you were this morning, I think." Sherry says.
I turn to Mara, who has been following our conversation with interest, she
now looks at me expectantly.
"Mara," I say, "you know how my penis was standing up this morning, well it
sometimes gets that way if I need to go to the toilet really bad. You see
the muscles that stop me from peeing sometimes make other muscles tighten
up so blood can get into my penis but can't get out again, like if you wind
a piece of string around your finger the tip goes purple and it gets hard
too."
"So how do you pee then?" Mara asks.
"I have to relax and wait for the blood to drain away. I tell her.
Sherry nods her approval at my explanation, however Mara has only devilry
in mind when she asks her next question. "But I saw a dog the other day
and his penis was red and hard, but her wasn't trying to pee, he was making
it go in and out of a girl dog's pussy. " she then giggles and repeats
"dog's pussy" then begins laughing uncontrollably.
I look to Sherry for guidance, she shrugs her shoulders and sighs, "You
might as well tell her the rest."
I wait for Mara's laughter to subside to intermittent giggles and ask her
to get me a pencil and some paper, when she returns she has herself under
control. I quickly sketch the appropriate diagrams, answering "Because it
seems pretty stupid to draw it soft, when the subject is sex." when Sherry
asks why I've drawn an erect penis.
I then repeat the lesson of the previous evening, further edited for
Sherry's (or is it my) sake. I look to her at each point for guidance but
she remains silent from beginning to end, even when I begin to talk about
the pleasurable aspects of sex.
"Well I think that about covers everything." Sherry comments once I'm
finished. To me she continues, "You did a pretty good job, how come you're
so knowledgeable, it doesn't seem like that's the first time you've given
that explanation.
I turn to Mara and say, "Mara, would you please go out and play on the
trampoline or something for a while, I want to talk to your mother alone."
She goes into her room to get dressed then heads outside. Once I hear the
springs creaking, I say to Sherry, "Can I have your word to keep quiet
about this, I don't want to get other people into trouble." She agrees and
I tell her, "You know about the storm last week, well did you know I ended
up looking after two girls in someone else's house?"
"Yes, Liam told me about it." Sherry replies.
"Well Katy managed to find one of the more explicit pornography magazines
(I guess it was left behind by her eldest brother when he moved out.) while
we were moving some blankets up to the house and I didn't find out about it
until the two of them were half way through it. When I caught them
giggling over it they started asking questions and I figured the best thing
to do was to give them the full story. And it was a good thing I caught
them with the book, as it turns out that Lena is already sexually active
and did not have a clue about where baby's came from."
"Oh! Well I hope you were in time?"
"Me too, it should be O.K. though, from what she says the times were wrong.
I'm going to give her a box of condoms when get back." I say.
"You can count me in for a box too, I don't care what the law says.
Breaking Joh's" (The corrupt, though puritanical state premier of the time)
"stupid law, is better than a teenage pregnancy." Sherry tells me.
Suddenly, Sherry notices that I am trying to conceal my erection under my
towel, and comments, "I see all that talk and thinking about sex has had an
effect on you."
"I'm sorry." I try to apologise.
Sherry, however, just laughs "Don't worry about it." she says, adding
suggestively, "Maybe we can do something about it." My eyebrows head for
the nape of my neck and Sherry nods in answer to my questioning look.
"What about?", and I jerk my head in the direction of the squeaking
trampoline as I begin to think with my little head.
"Oh! Good point." she says, "Mara Honey." she calls out.
"Yes Mum?" Mara asks from the doorway a moment later.
"Geoff and I need to talk for a while longer, why don't you go and play
next door until I call you? And don't say anything about what he told you
to anybody. Brenda will decide when it's time to tell her kids. O.K.?"
"O.K. Mum." Mara says, and scurries off.
"Well that takes care of that problem. Now let's see about taking care of
yours." With this Sherry stands up and walks to my room. Nervously I get
up and follow her.
In the bedroom, Sherry pushes me backwards to sit on the end of the bed and
opens the towel to expose my cock, which has now subsided to half mast.
Standing in front of me she peels her boob-tube off over her head revealing
her small, firm, conical breasts. She then unfastens her shorts and lets
them fall to the floor. Sherry stands before me with only a very brief
pair of white lace panties concealing her pussy from my gaze, as I look
between her legs I notice a spreading patch of wetness staining the gusset
of her knickers. With a gesture she indicates that she wants me to remove
them for her.
With trembling hands I reach out and grasp the waistband and slowly work
her knickers downwards to reveal a neatly trimmed bush, shaved to a strip
only an inch or so wide, above her clean shaven cleft. My nose is
assaulted by a heady odour as my hands pass the level of her pussy, the wet
fabric briefly adhering to her labia before pulling away, strings of clear
pussy juice stretching between the gusset and her vulva, snapping as I work
her knickers over the widest part of her thighs. Moving my hands a little
lower I release her knickers to fall on top of her shorts.
I lift my gaze past her face to grin up into her face from which she looks
down at me with lust filled eyes. A light pressure of her hands on the
back of my head tells me what she wants me to do, I place my hands on her
hips and follow her lead, blowing a stream of warm air over her pubes, I
listen to her moan softly in the back of her throat. At the last moment I
veer aside to blow a sustained zoober into her navel. She yelps in
surprise and as she collapses, I swing her body so she falls on the bed,
landing on her back with her knees at the edge. I roll on top of her and
lift myself to straddle her hips, leaning forwards I silence her protests
by pressing my lips to hers, sliding my tongue in to wrestle briefly with
hers.
I withdraw momentarily, kiss her eyes closed then proceed to explore every
square inch of her body with my tongue. I lap over her forehead and
quivering eyelids before licking over her high cheekbone to thrust my
tongue into her ear then nibble briefly on her earlobe. I trace the line
of her jaw with little nips and licks over her chin to her other ear. I
cover her throat and shoulders with my lips and tongue, then drag my tongue
over the fine stubble in her armpit and along her arm to suck briefly on
each of her fingers. I give her other arm the same treatment then trace
around her breasts in a figure eight, slowly contracting the loops until my
tongue encounters the rougher texture of her aereoli. She groans in
frustration when I abandon her heaving chest to track along the bottom of
her rib cage, before laving her abdomen from pubis to ribs, carefully
avoiding her navel.
I then drag my tongue upwards over her torso tracing the center line of her
body from just above her pulsating clitoris, she jumps when I dip briefly
into her navel then continue onwards along the line of her sternum, over
her throat, chin, lips nose and forehead. Only now do I return to her
breasts to feel her writhe and moan as I suck and nip momentarily on each
of her engorged nipples.
She moans and lifts her hips off the bed as I drag my tongue over her
swollen labia lapping up the strongly flavoured, musky juices flowing
copiously from her vagina, over the crack of her arse to a spreading wet
patch on the bed. She moans and thrusts her hips at me trying to get me to
pays some attention to the clitoris which is peeping out from beneath her
pubes. She groans loudly and her hips collapse back to he bed when I
ignore her pleading invitation, to continue down her legs to her feet. I
remove the knickers hanging from her left ankle and toss them aside, then
lick and suck on each of her toes.
As soon as I roll her over she begins grinding her mound into the bedspread
trying to achieve some sort of relief, as I drag my tongue hard over the
soles of her feet, her toes curl up tightly. My tongue is tiring as I work
up the backs of her legs, pausing to nibble on the sensitive area behind
her knees, then over her thighs to sink my teeth into the firm flesh of her
buttocks. She lifts her hips from the bed as I separate the cheeks and
clean up the juices that have flowed from her vagina into the cleft of her
arse.
Her body goes completely rigid and she bites into the pillow, as I stiffen
my tongue and thrust it into the crinkled pucker that winks at me from
between her quivering buttocks.
By now my tongue is so tired that I decide to forego her back and shoulders
and roll her back over and plunge my tongue directly between her swollen
labia into the overheated furnace of her vagina. Again she goes rigid then
emits a muffled scream as I separate her pussy lips and suck her clitoris
into my mouth, although it is smaller than Katy's there is still enough for
me to do my suck, nip and pull on it, on the third repeat her legs squeeze
tight on my ears, she cums hard, thrashing and bucking all over the bed,
muffled screams emerging from somewhere above me. When her thighs release
my head I crawl upwards over her body to rest on my elbows above her, my
eyes looking into hers.
She spits the corner of a pillow from between her teeth and groans up at
me, "Jeezus Christ! Where the fuck did you learn to give a girl a trip
around the world?" She asks.
"Natural talent?" I grin down at her, pussy juice dripping from my chin.
"No way, you did my arse like a pro. Where did you pick THAT up? It was
years before Carl would do that."
There was no way I was going to tell her that the first arsehole I'd sucked
belonged to a nine year old girl, so I settle for an enigmatic grin.
"Well Mr 'Natural Talent', I want you fuck me NOW."
Lifting my hips I reach between us and guide the head of my prick to rest
at the entrance to her vagina for a moment before I slide it home, deep
into the warm, wet, confines of her pussy, which still ripples with the
aftershocks of her tremendous orgasm.
Suddenly Sherry stiffens and stares like a frightened rabbit past my
shoulder at something. I turn slowly to see Mara standing in the doorway
staring goggle eyed at the junction of our bodies.
"Mara Lauren Hardy!" Sherry yells as she shoves me off her body, "What are
you doing here?"
Mara holds up her bikini and speaks in a scared little voice, "Barbara is
taking us down to the beach so I came to get my bathers and I heard some
funny noises. Are you having sex?"
"Yes Honey, we were." Sherry answers, softening her voice as she realises
how she is scaring her daughter.
"But what about Daddy, don't you love him any more?" Mara asks, fear still
apparent in her voice.
"Oh Honey, of course I do, we were just having a bit of fun." Sherry says,
"Are you going to tell him?"
Suddenly Mara realises that it is she who has the upper hand, "Not if I can
watch you." she bargains.
Sherry groans and hides her face, while I wink at a grinning Mara. Mara
jumps onto the bed and hugs her mother. "Please?" she wheedles, her head
pressed to Sherry's breast.
Sherry pushes her daughter back and looks into her eyes, "You really want
to do this?" she asks and Mara nods earnestly. "Well you better go and
make sure nobody comes looking for you then."
Mara hugs and showers kisses on both of us then hurries off. Sherry and I
sit up on the end of the bed and look at each other. "What now?" she
asks.
"I guess we give her a practical demonstration of the theory I taught her
this morning." I reply.
"You're taking this pretty calmly." Sherry observes.
"When the alternative is getting out of the country before lunch time, I'm
calm, I'm calm."
"Good point." Sherry laughs a trifle hysterically.
Slipping my hand between her legs, I continue, "And since the cat IS out of
the bag, we might as well make the beast of it. After all an audience is
always good to spice things up."
"I guess, you're right" Sherry replies wriggling on my fingers, "and you
know what? The idea of it being a seven year old girl makes it even
spicier." She reaches over and fists my stiffening shaft, "I see the idea
is getting to you too."
I blush and admit that it is.
"You like the idea that my little baby girl watches while you put this big
nasty cock in my hot, wet pussy, don't you?" she asks as she continues to
fist my now rigid member.
I groan as she continues, "Are you thinking about me sucking your fat
disgusting prick while my innocent little daughter watches you force your
swollen piece of man meat between my pouting red lips?" Her hand drops
between her thighs force mine harder against her drooling fuck slit."
Sherry is getting more and more worked up as she gets right into her
fantasy, "Do you want to force me to watch, while you jam your big, fat,
nasty, fuck stick into my innocent baby girl's tight, defenceless, little,
seven year old fuck hole?"
"OHHH FUUUUUUUCK!" I groan as I collapse backwards, spraying cum
everywhere. The first spurt jets up to streak my face from chin to brow,
the next, weaker, spurts spatter my chest and stomach the last few dribble
out to coat my aching cock and Sherry's hand. Beside me Sherry is in the
throes of her own massive climax and her hand leaves my still twitching
groin to savagely maul her tits, while she forces my hand aside and jams
four fingers into her drooling cunt with painful force, whilst she chants
"YESSS, YESSSSSS, OHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" between clenched teeth.
As we slowly recover we notice Mara is standing in the doorway again,
looking on in wide eyed amazement.
"Are you all right Mummy? I told them you wanted me to come home and help
you with something." Mara tells us, adding, "And I locked the doors too."
"Yes I'm fine Honey, I was just feeling good like Geoff told you this
morning. And you're a very smart girl for thinking about locking the
doors." Sherry praises her daughter.
"Mummy, is that his sperm?" She asks, pointing at my liberally bespattered
body.
"Yes it is."
"Then how am I going to watch you, if you already made it squirt out?" she
asks.
"Well we'll just have to get him ready again, wont we?" Sherry says to her
bug-eyed daughter.
"You mean you want me to help you?" Mara squeals, clapping her hands with
glee.
"Uh, Huh." Sherry nods, "Why don't you take your clothes off?"
Mara wastes no time and ten seconds later her dress and little girl
knickers lie in a crumpled heap on the floor as she stands before us her
puffy little mound thrust forwards in proud display.
"Come here and taste this Honey." Sherry says as she holds out a finger
coated in sperm.
Mara looks at it curiously, "What is it Mummy?"
"It's nice, tasty cream. See?" Sherry says, as she opens her mouth and
sucks one finger clean. "Now you try it."
Mara acts a little scared as she leans forwards and takes a tentative lick
at her mother's sperm coated finger. A smile appears on her lips, "It's
yummy!" she declares as she grabs her mother's wrist and carefully laps up
every morsel of my sexual secretions on her mother's hand. "Can I have
some more?" she begs of her mother.
A lustful light gleams anew in Sherry's eyes as she wipes up a dribble of
sperm from my chest and offers it to her hungry daughter.
Mara greedily sucks her mother's finger clean and complains, "That's too
slow." She then climbs on the bed and leans over to lap the cum directly
from my face, chest and stomach. She follows the trail lower until she is
licking all over my twitching prick and balls.
Sherry looks on in totally dumbfounded amazement. She feels my gaze and
asks, "Why are you looking at me?"
I reply, "A headjob's a headjob, but your expression is totally priceless."
"Look Mummy," Mara's voice distracts us, "it's getting bigger." she says,
her tiny fist holds my halfway hard prick up to her mother's gaze.
"Put it in your mouth and suck it Honey, that will make it grow even
faster."
My cock is still small enough for Mara to take it completely inside her
lips, but her head is forced backwards as it rapidly grows, until Mara is
sucking baby-like on only the crown and the first inch or so of my shaft.
Sherry observes this for a while idly teasing her clit with her fingertips,
then gently lifts her daughter's head from my groin. "Not quite, you do it
like this Honey." she tells Mara and proceeds to give me a very
professional blowjob. Lena may have a natural talent, but Sherry has years
of practice behind her and I am soon ready to spray her tonsils.
Sherry pulls back just before I cum, and looks at her daughter, "There
that's how you do it." She restrains Mara as she immediately dives for my
cock, "You better wait a minute, until he calms down a bit or he'll squirt
before you're ready."
"O.K. Mummy, can I look at your pussy while I wait?" Mara asks.
"Yeah," I grin, "Can we look at your pussy."
Sherry grins back at me, "Why not?"
I sit up and push Sherry onto her back and she props herself up on her
elbows. With clinical precision I hold Sherry's labia apart and point out
the various features of her mother's genitals to Mara, fondling each part
until Sherry is panting and her hips gyrate in a slow rhythm.
"Can I touch it Mummy?"
Sherry hisses, "Yesss!" and her hips jerk as Mara reaches out a finger to
trace from her mother's clit to her vaginal opening where it is swallowed
to the last knuckle. Mara withdraws her finger from her mother's gaping
cunny and critically examines its glistening coating. She sniffs at it
then sucks it clean.
"You taste nice too Mummy." Mara says, as she returns her finger to
Sherry's drooling fuck slit for more.
"Oh, put another finger in!" Sherry gasps, her head thrown back.
Mara grins wickedly as I whisper some instructions in her ear. Sherry
grunts and her head snaps forwards as Mara follows my instructions by
forming a fist and forcing it with an obscene squelch into her mother's
overflowing fuck hole, sinking in to just below her elbow. Mara then leans
forwards to suck hard on her mother's swollen clitoris while she pumps her
arm in and out. I'm slap my hand over Sherry's mouth as the volume of her
cries becomes louder and louder as her body thrashes wildly all over the
bed. Suddenly she stiffens, her hips thrusting up and down as she spasms
over and over again, cumming continuously for nearly three minutes until
she finally slide into unconsciousness and her body goes limp as a wet
dishrag.
Mara withdraws her arm with an obscene slurp, and shakes some feeling back
into it. "Wow, it felt like you was going to break my arm Mummy." she
says, then noticing her mother's closed eyes and lack of movement she asks,
concernedly, "Is Mummy all right?"
"She's fine," I say, "You just made her feel so good that she fell asleep
for a minute."
A look of relief passes over Mara's face. Suddenly Sherry's arm snaps out
and she grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me towards her until our faces
are only inches apart. "You bastard!" she hisses as me, "You told her to
do that, didn't you? That has got to be the most incredible thing I've
ever felt." Having said this she pulls my lips to hers, our teeth grind
together as gives me the most violent kiss I've ever received, her teeth
scraping a little painfully over my tongue, when she invades my mouth I
return the favour, chewing on her tongue.
When we part Sherry pushes me over onto my back, saying, "He's ready for
you now Mara".
Mara squeals with delight and starts working my cock over like her mother
had shown her before, slobbering wetly all along its length, sucking hard
on the tip, and sliding her hands up and down the slick length of my shaft.
Removing her lips from my glans she changes her hand motions, so that when
one hand is moving upwards the other is moving down to meet it, then
reversing directions her lower hand moving to strike my pubic bone as the
upper massages over the head then returning to a more conventional motion
as her mouth descends once more to engulf my cock head. As my balls churn
and tighten for the first time, Sherry snakes her hand under Mara's and
pressed her thumb hard at the base of my penis, just as I begin jerking
with now dry spasms.
Sherry gently squeezes and fondles my balls as she tells Mara to keep
working on my now hypersensitive cock and she quickly ramps me towards
another climax. Again Sherry denies me my release. Five time they tease
me to a dry orgasm, until my hips are jerking so hard that Sherry has to
sit on my thighs so that Mara can maintain her lip lock on my cock. The
hyper-sensitised skin of my glans is stretched so tight that it feel like
it is splitting and my balls throb with a dull burning ache. Finally on
the sixth peak Sherry allows my release.
My balls boil over, and it feels like someone has thrust a red hot wire
along the length of my urethra as my cum completes the journey that has
been denied to it five times before. I groan at the incredible
pleasure/pain as the first jet streams into Mara's tiny mouth, already her
cheeks bulge dangerously as my cum fills her mouth to overflowing. Mara
holds on like a trooper as the second jet burns it's lava like course
through my cock a small dribble of white leaking from the corner of her
mouth. The third spurt is too much for her and she has to release my cock
as my sperm bubbles obscenely from her nose. The next splashes across her
face and chest in a diagonal stripe running from above her right eye to her
left nipple, as she swallows convulsively and snorts her nose clear.
After that, the last thing I remember is Sherry locking onto my spasming
cock, sucking as if she wanted to pull my balls out through my prick. I
recover to feel Mara's gentle lips on my prick as she carefully licks me
clean. When she feels me stir she sits lifts her head and observes, "You
sure squirted a lot of sperm." I look from her semen streaked features to
Sherry's, she too has blobs of my cum dribbling from her nostrils.
"I hope I didn't drown anybody." I joke weakly.
Mara giggles and Sherry asks, "Well how did you like it?"
"It feels like you put my dick through a mincer," I tell her, "It was
great."
I groan and struggle to a sitting position, then look down to where my cock
has shrunk to a tiny inch long nubbin and it feels like the skin has been
flayed from it, bellow, my balls throb in time to my heartbeat.
Finally I recover enough to leer evilly at Mara, who retreats into a
huddled ball in the corner, "Your turn, little girl." I say in my best
sepulchral tone.
She lets out a long drawn out "Nooooooooo." before spoiling it by giggling.
Together Sherry and I drag a squirming, giggling Mara from the corner, and
stretch her out between us, pinning an arm and a leg each. Leaning over
Mara's body I whisper in Sherry's ear, she grins and nods at what I say.
We stand up face to face and suspend Mara, with her back to me, between us
by her arms enjoying her feeble, giggling attempts to escape. Together we
proceed to give Mara a tongue bath starting with her fingers and slowly
lifting her higher until I am able to thrust my tongue between her buttocks
and into her tight little arsehole. In front Sherry is licking all over
the outside of Mara's literally dripping quim. By now the sounds emerging
from Mara's lips have alternated several times between giggles and little
moans, settling on the latter as we continue to work on her little anus and
pussy lips.
Next comes the truly diabolical part of my plan as we exchange front for
back and top for bottom. Starting again at Mara's head we work our tongues
over her body, as I pass her chest I nip on her tiny erect nipples, this
time we bypass her genitals and backside completely as we work down/up her
legs to her tiny little feet. I suck Mara's toes entirely into my mouth as
Sherry chews gently on the heels. Lifting her higher we both lower our
lips to the junction of Mara's legs.
When our heads bump together, we confer over Mara's saturated slit, then
lower her to the bed. Sherry starts kissing all over her daughter's face
as I curl Mara into a ball and lick from arsehole to clit. When she cums
with a shriek, Sherry silences her daughter with her lips as I continue to
assault Mara's quivering groin. I wet all my fingers with the copious
juices flowing from the pulsating vagina before me, before working my ring
finger into her tight pink arsehole and the two others into the squeezing,
vice like grip of her vagina. My lips and teeth suck and nip on her clit
as I begin sliding my fingers in and out of Mara's clenching holes.
My relentless assault continues until it is Mara's turn to lapse into
unconsciousness. We both sit back, me with my fingers still inside her,
and watch her until she returns to the land of the living. "Oooohhh." she
groans as I now extract my fingers from her body.
"How do you feel Honey?" Sherry asks as her daughter stretches like a cat.
"Like I just went through the blow hole." She replies, "And I want to do it
all over again."
I get up from the floor to sit on the edge of the bed, and Sherry moves to
sit likewise, her daughter between us. She reaches, with one hand, across
Mara's recumbent body to fist my now recovered and rampant member, the
other plays at her daughters tiny slit. I twitch as she asks, "How'd you
like shove this," <Squeeze> "into here," <poke> "and split my baby girl in
two?"
Mara struggles up onto her elbows and objects, "I want Daddy to be first
Mummy."
"Well I want to watch you get fucked NOW Mara!" Sherry says, lust rising in
her eyes as her fantasy takes hold once more. "No buts!" she says as Mara
tries to object once more.
I give Sherry a little shake and when she looks at me, I say, "Wrong! She
doesn't want me to, she wants her father."
"But her father never will." She protests, "Don't you want to fuck her."
she asks, suddenly changing her tack, trying to make it look to Mara like I
don't want her.
"Stop it Sherry!" I say, giving her another shake, "Of course I'd love to
fuck her. She's got the tightest, hottest little hole I've ever
encountered, but I'm not going to take from her what she wants to give to
her father."
"But I tell you her father won't do it."
"Mara's got to find that out for herself." I say, then start whispering in
her ear, "Besides if it makes you hot to think about ME jamming my prick
into your baby girls tight little hole, think how much hotter it would be
to have your husband's big, fat, nasty cock pumping in and out of his
defenceless little daughter's bald little cunt." Sherry's hand slides down
into her lap and begins to feverishly massaging her entire crotch, as I
continue. "Stretching her small, hairless pussy until she squeals like a
stuck pig, and filling her up with big greasy curds of the same gooey spunk
that made her inside you nearly eight years ago. Pounding away in her
tight little fuck hole until his seed overflows her tight, quivering little
pussy and spurts out around his bludgeoning fuck meat and coating the big
hairy balls that are slapping against her tiny little pink arsehole."
I keep my lips by Sherry's ear as she falls backwards onto the bed, four
fingers of one hand plunging in and out of her cunt as the other begins to
maul her breasts. "Does the nasty, dirty minded, SLUT of an INCESTUOUS
mother like the idea of her tiny, little, innocent, baby girl, bouncing up
and down on her Daddy's swollen fuck pole like a WHORE?" I say in a
hissing whisper, Sherry shrieks and jams her entire fist into her cunt as
her other hand twists and pulls viscously on her nipples, while Mara looks
on in amazement, her own fingers fluttering busily in her lap.
I continue "Does that excite you, are you thinking about you big, strong,
virile husband pounding his BABY daughter's tiny little body into the
mattress as he sprays her womb with his potent seed, trying to plant a baby
in YOUR baby." Sherry's body jerks convulsively. "Oh, you like that, do
you? Does thinking about your seven year old BABY daughter finishing the
third grade with her belly as big as a beach ball excite the bad, nasty,
depraved mummy."
Sherry's body flops like a landed fish as she breathes, "Yessss. Yesss.
Ohhhh fuck yesss." over and over again, finally I have to forcibly remove
her hand from her cunt before she is able to stop cumming. I cuddle Mara
in my lap idly stroking her slit and fondling her clit. I tease Mara
through two small orgasms in the time it takes for her mother to recover
from what was the most mind shattering climax I've ever witnessed.
When she is finally able to move she struggles to her knees and hugs both
of us, "I'm sorry Mara, I should never have tried to make you do something
you didn't want to do." To me, she says, "And you, you bastard, stop
reading. If you learn anything else, your next partner is not going to
survive the experience."
"I take it I did good then?" I grin at her.
"Good! Good you lousy bastard, you were fucking magnificent."
"And I didn't even touch you." I notice the clock on the dresser, "Shit,
it's nearly eleven o'clock we better get this brothel cleaned up." I say as
I survey the saturated shambles we have made of the bed.
Sherry giggles at my choice of words. "You two go ahead and have a shower
while I clean the room up." She tells us. "Open up the doors on your way."
I pull some clean clothes from my bag and scoop up Mara's dress and panties
from the floor, while Mara goes to unlock the front and back doors.
In the bathroom Mara and I have a quick shower then towel each other dry.
Once we are dressed we return to find my room transformed, neat as a pin
and positively reeking of air freshener. The washing machine rumbles in
the laundry. Sherry emerges from her room dressed in her bathers, a high
cut, lemon yellow one piece with a plunging neckline. "Could you two make
some sandwiches while I go and have a swim and get Mike?" she asks us.
"Sure." we agree, as Sherry hurries out the back door.
"Oh, by the way, you spilled your tea on the bed while you were changing
Geoff" She calls over her shoulder.
In the kitchen Mara and I swiftly turn a loaf of bread into a mixture of
ham, corned beef and salad sandwiches, then attack the breakfast dishes
that are still lying about.
As we work Mara starts questioning me. "What were you saying to Mummy that
got her so excited Geoff?"
"Um, I was saying some things that made her have really sexy thoughts." I
answer.
"Yeah, but WHAT did you say?" she asks, handing me some tomatoes from the
fridge.
"Things that I don't think you need to know about yet." I prevaricate.
"But I know all about sex, why can't you tell me what you said to Mummy?"
I stop working to kneel down and turn Mara to me so I am looking into her
eyes. "Mara, you are still very young, you are doing things now that most
girls don't do until they are much older. I've told you a lot about sex,
but not everything, you have to believe me that there are some things about
sex that you really are too young to know about yet. And some of the
things I was saying to your mother are like that.
"I will say this though, your mother really likes the idea of your dad
having sex with you and I think she will help you with him now. O.K.?"
"I guess so, but I think you're mean." she assents reluctantly.
I rise from my knees, and continue with the lunch preparations. Mara
digests my words for a few minutes then remarks, "I guess I can make Mummy
do what I want now, if she's not supposed to have sex with me."
'Uh-oh,' I think, I've got to head off this line of thought quickly.
"Wrong!" I say, "If you try to do that you're just going to cause a lot of
trouble."
"Why?"
"Think about it for a minute. If your mum starts to do extra things for
you, who's going to be the first to notice?" I ask.
"Mike, I guess."
"And if Mike notices you getting special treatment what's he going to do?"
She thinks for a moment before answering, "Uh, spy on us to see why?"
"Right. And what do you think he's going to do when he finds out what
you're up to?"
"Tell Daddy. But that's all right because I'm going to fuck Daddy too."
"Not yet though. And if her finds out the wrong way he's just going to be
mad and you'll never get to fuck him."
"Oh!" she says in a small voice.
"Even if that didn't happen, what would happen if Mike told Brendan and
Brendan told his mother and then she told someone else and so on, pretty
soon every body is going to hear about it, then you, your mum and dad and
me would all get into a lot of trouble, all because you were greedy and
tried to make your mum your slave."
In an even smaller voice, she says "Oh!"
"Exactly. So you see you've got to be just the same little girl for your
mum and dad that you were before."
Mara stands in silent reverie while she thinks about what I have said.
While she ponders upon my words I finish cutting lunch, cover it with glad
wrap and put the plates in the fridge.
As I start gathering the breakfast dishes Mara speaks, "You're right, and I
thought of something else too, I don't like it if I'm forced me to play
with someone I don't like. I guess Mummy would feel like that too, if I
made her do things for me."
"Good girl, I didn't think of that, but you're right if you make someone do
something, that should be fun, that they really don't want to, they just
get mad and try to spoil it. Now enough deep thoughts, start drying the
dishes."
"But I don't want to." Mara say's with an impudent grin.
"Ha, ha", I say, flicking her bum with the tea towel before handing it to
her. She sticks out her tongue as she snatches the cloth from my hand and
begins wiping plates. She puts away the last plate as Sherry returns with
Mike in tow, fifteen minutes later Carl pulls up in the drive.
Chapter 15 - A SPANKING.
After lunch Mike, before he has finished chewing his last bite, scampers
back to his friend next door while Carl leans back and has a final cup of
coffee before returning to his work at the construction site. "How are you
liking it here?" he asks.
"It's been pretty good so far, except for an early wake up call." I say,
glaring at a grinning Mara. "Though I did get to see 'the flash' where sun
turn green, so it had it's compensations."
"Lucky sod, When I was working the prawn trawlers I'd watch for it every
morning and I've only seen it twice." He grumbles, cheerfully.
"And Mara saw a 'flash' of a different kind." Sherry says, as she starts
the campaign of bringing her husband into her newly discovered fun and
games. Though a little warning would have been nice.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well it seems out guest sleeps in the raw and with less than three hours
sleep, he didn't think about the show he was putting on until his alarm
clock started giggling at his butt. And to top it off, excessive pressure
in his bladder had left him with a piss hardon of monumental proportions."
Sherry explains, enjoying my discomfiture.
"Sherry!" Carl scolds, flicking his eyes at a giggling Mara.
"Don't worry about it, Mara got the full scoop this morning after
breakfast."
"Everything?" Carl asks incredulously.
"Well, we tried to limit it to the mechanics of bladder over pressure, but
she was just too smart for us Paw. You remember those two dogs you turned
the hose on before your impressionable children saw anything?" Carl nods.
"Well you weren't quick enough with the hose and Mara saw enough to start
putting two and two together. I decided that it would be better if she got
the whole story accurately instead of letting her try to find out for
herself. You know what she is like with questions."
"Don't I just." Carl groans, "I'm glad it was you and not me."
Sherry laughs, "It was Geoff who told her. I decided that since he started
it, he should finish it. He did a damned good job of it too, I must say."
Carl gives me a strange look that I can't interpret. His chair then
scrapes backwards as he rises, saying, "Well talking doesn't put dinner on
the table, I've got to get back to work. See you this evening." With that
he slaps his hat on and heads for the truck.
"I can't believe you did that." I say.
Sherry grins, "Why not? Now I think we need to have a long talk, before
Mara starts getting above her station."
"Maybe not that long," I say, "We covered the blackmail angle while we made
lunch and I'm pretty sure I convinced Mara how dangerous that particular
crime is."
"Well it wouldn't have worked anyway. Carl and I have an understanding.
He knows I like to play around, just like I know about his little games too
and sometimes we like to play around with others, together, if you Know
what I mean. It makes our sex life so much more fun when we tell each
other about our little lapses and we keep on learning new things too."
(Well that explains the funny look.)
"Huh! Then why did you let Mara blackmail you this morning?"
"I didn't, I let her blackmail you. Once I got over the first shock of
seeing her there and she asked to watch, I started thinking about her
watching us and maybe joining in. I wasn't sure how you'd react so I felt
you out, so to speak and the rest is, as they say, history.
"The only thing I'm worried about is Mara saying something at the wrong
time."
"We covered that subject incidentally in the blackmail talk. I guess while
we're making confessions we should add one more."
"What do you mean." suddenly it dawns on her and she looks speculatively
from Mara to me. "Tell me about it."
I explain how I came to be accidentally rubbing Mara's pussy in the back of
the truck the previous night, and how when I tried to stop, Mara wanted me
to keep going. How I stimulated her to her first orgasm and then our joint
one, the talk and what happened in the little hidden cove before breakfast.
When I finish, Sherry asks Mara, "Is this true?" Mara gives a little nod.
"I don't believe it. She did that, then sat through that entire lecture
this morning as though it was the first time she had heard it, even though
she had already heard it and more. Then in the bedroom she pretends not to
know a thing as I show her how to give you a blowjob.
"Well I'm impressed if she can act that sort of lie to me, her mother who
knows her best, and not let on, even when the circumstances might let her
think it was all right to speak. Instead she kept her mouth shut to
protect you."
"And herself." I add, "Which leads us to another subject." I look hard at
Mara, "Save your fibs for the really big things, the things that can't be
found out, or must never be found out about, like us having sex. O.K.? If
you lie about little things like doing you homework, you start to think
it's all right to lie about everything you might get into trouble for and
when people find out that you telling lies they don't believe anything you
say."
"I know that silly." Mara informs me with a superior air, "Besides if I
tell a lie and get caught, I get extra smacks."
Sherry laughs, "That's the best reason I know for telling the truth. Well
I think that covers what I wanted to say. Now run along and have some
ordinary fun."
"Can I take Geoff to see the blowhole?" Mara asks her mother.
"Sure Honey." Sherry replies. To me she says, "Keep an eye on her there
though, she gets a little too adventurous for my liking and that place can
be dangerous."
When Sherry tries to give me some money for icecreams I wave it away,
saying, "It's my treat, after all I'm getting a week's free room and board
in a tropical paradise."
"Oh I think I'll get my pound of flesh." Sherry leers at me. "Now git."
As Mara and I go out the door, she yells after us, "Hats."
"Oh Sh.." Mara looks at me and finishes "sugar." she pouts and grabs a
day-glo green cap with a neck protector and an old Akubra of her father's
for me. She pulls hers on with a violent twitch and throws the other so I
have to clutch it to my chest. Grabbing my hand she tows me down the slope
and into the garage under the deck, out of sight of her mother she reaches
under her dress and slips off her knickers, hiding them into a rag bag
nearby.
"Mara! I protest, You shouldn't do that, we have to be careful."
"Poo, lots of little girls round here don't wear knickers, besides it'll be
fun." she giggles.
I think about it for a moment and decide that she is right, it would be
fun, thinking that nobody will see anyway. "O.K." I agree.
"Let's go." she says and grabs my hand, towing me down the drive and onto
the road.
She skips along beside me until we reach the corner, once we cross the
road, she runs on ahead of me, flashing tantalising glimpses of her tiny
bum. She runs up a grassy slope to a rail which overlooks the hidden beach
we were on this morning. I toil slowly up the hill behind her, breaking
into a run for the last thirty metres as Mara climbs the fence and leans
dangerously over the rail trying to peer down at where we sat this morning,
her hat flapping in the breeze and little butt peeking out from beneath her
short dress.
Just as I reach her, she over balances and I'm just in time to grab her
ankle as she tips over the rail. With my heart pounding like a triphammer
I haul her back and lower her to the ground behind the fence.
"What do you think you were doing?" I scream at her, adrenalin coursing
through my veins.
Mara bursts into tears at my outburst and the narrowness of her escape.
"I-I-I-I'm s-s-sorry." she sobs.
I collapse, leaning against the mesh of the fence and gather the abject
bundle into my lap. Hugging her tightly to my chest, I sooth her until her
sobs subside to occasional heaves. I lift her chin with my finger until I
can look into her eyes, "That was a very silly thing to do, you know?"
She nods and sniffs loudly. "How do you think I would feel if I had to go
home and ask your mother for the egg lifter and a pizza box, so I could go
and bring her daughter home."
Mara giggles at the gruesome image of me scraping her of a rock. "I w-w-
wouldn't have f-f-fallen, see?" she says, pointing to the two meter expanse
of bare stone the other side of the fence.
"You don't know that," I say, "besides you still could have split your head
open. I think I'd better take you home."
"No!" She jerks in my arms. "I'll be good. I promise."
I lift her from my lap to stand before me. "O.K. but if you run away from
me again it's straight home."
"Oh thank you!" she cries and throws her arms around my neck.
Untangling her, I hold her at arms length by her shoulders, "You're not out
of the woods yet. What would your mother do if she'd been here?"
Mara a hangs her head and speaks in a small voice, "Spank me."
"How many?"
"..nee", she mumbles.
I lift her chin, "How many?"
"Twenty."
"So are you going to tell her when we get back?"
"Do I have to?"
"You think about it and tell me."
She ponders for a moment and looks at me, "I guess I have to, don't I?"
"Good girl." I praise her, and hold out my arms to her. She throws her
self at me and we hug tightly for a minute or so. My legs are still a
little shaky as I haul my self to my feet, Mara clinging like a limpet.
"Well where's this blow hole?" I ask.
Mara points further along the top of the cliff, "Down there." she says.
I lift her down and take a secure grip on her hand, not yet ready to let
her go. "Let's go." I say, and we start walking along the cliff top in the
direction indicated. Five minutes later the ground slopes down to a wide
strip of white sand, where a fair crowd of people are bathing. At the
other end of the beach the ground rises once more. Here I see that Mara is
right as two dark haired little girls about seven and eight years old get
out from under a shower and strip of their costumes, and unconcernedly
towel themselves dry, before running to where their parents are waiting,
they slip short little summer frocks on and the whole family saunters off
in the our direction.
We exchange brief greetings with them as we pass each other and I turn to
watch them as they climb to the cliff path behind us. The elder of the two
girls sees me watching and whispers to her little sister. She too looks
back over her shoulders at us and with wicked giggles they flip up the
backs of their little dresses and wiggle their little white bums at us.
Just in time, they let their dresses fall, as their mother turns and calls
for them to hurry up. With a last glance over their shoulders and a rude
display of tongues the saucy pair hurry after their parents. Mara looks up
at me with a giggle, "See what I mean?"
As we walk along the beach Mara point to the far side of the road behind
the beach. "There's the shop, can we get icecreams?"
"Do you think you deserve one?" I ask.
"Nooo!" she replies slowly.
Seeing her disappointment, I relent, "Maybe on the way back."
Her smile returns and she happily leads me onwards, past a scantily clad
multitude. Many of the older women and girls are topless and a fair number
of the children below seven years of age or so are wearing nothing at all.
Mara tugs on my hand and I realise that I've stopped to stare. I resume
walking the length of the beach and climb to the cliff top at the far end.
When we reach the top I hear a deep booming sound and Mara informs me,
"That's the blow hole." About five hundred meters ahead of us I see a
plume of spray rise from the rocks followed a couple of seconds later by
the booming sound.
Excitedly Mara tugs free from my grip and starts to run ahead of me,
pulling up short she turns and gives me an apologetic look. Holding out
her hand to me, she says, "I'm sorry, I forgot." Deciding to make her
squirm a bit I stop and lean against the fence to roll a cigarette and
silently smoke it while Mara dances from foot to foot. When I grind the
butt out and turn as if to return home her face falls and I have to laugh
at her misery.
I sweep her up and set her on my shoulders, her bare pussy rubbing against
the back of my neck as I jog towards the rising and falling plume. By the
time we reach the blowhole there is a wet trickle running down the back of
my neck and when I lift Mara down I have to support her for a moment as her
knees buckle. Recovering she starts to climb on the fence then stops
looking back at me a question in her eyes, I nod and move up behind her
wrapping an arm around her waist, to secure her, as she climbs for a better
view.
The tide is rising to it's peak, and the blowhole is at it's best. As we
stand there we hear a long draw out sucking, for a moment there is silence
before a strong wind rises and a rushing roar issues from the pit before
us, a second later a green column rises from the hole with a roaring boom,
falling back with a crash to the surrounding rocks. Ten seconds later the
process repeats all over again, the spray quickly plastering Mara's dress
to her chest.
Suddenly she cries, "Look." pointing out to sea. I follow her finger and
see a big hump rising from the water as it approaches the cliff below. The
pit before us empties with a rush and the silence is deafening, five
seconds later the entire cliff shudders as the rogue wave crashes into the
base and a solid column of green water rises nearly thirty meters from the
blowhole, we and a young couple standing next to us are drenched to the
skin as the falling water pounds our heads and shoulders, nearly driving us
to our knees. Something slaps against my back and falls to the rock behind
me.
I lift Mara down behind the safety rail and she comment's "Wow! That was
awesome." her face glowing beneath her bedraggled hair. Looking about I
see her hat disappearing into the blowhole as the water rushes back into
it.
"She's got that right." I turn to look at the young couple beside us, they
are as wet as we are, their hair plastered down to their scalps and their
clothing clinging wetly to their bodies. "Well I think you've caught
dinner." he says nodding to the rocks at my feet. Looking down I see a
stunned Spanish mackerel, weighing about ten kilos, lying at my feet.
I look up to them, "I guess so." I say. My eyes widen as I notice that the
water has turned the woman's 'Capricorn Coast' T-shirt transparent and she
is not wearing a bra. Her magnificent grapefruit sized breasts are fully
defined, jutting proudly from her chest. She notices the direction of my
gaze and looks down, gasping, she crosses her hands over her chest. Beside
me Mara giggles, the woman's companion joining her with deeper chuckles.
The woman punches her companion then snatches her hand back to cover her
breasts. His chuckles turn into deep rumbling laugh and she smiles
sheepishly before starting to chuckle herself. I join the laughter and we
collapse to the rocks, leaning up against the fence. The man's laughter is
the first to stop, cutting off abruptly, I look at him then follow his gaze
to Mara's exposed crotch, her dress bunched up around her waist.
I manage to gasp out "Mara!" and she turns a fiery red, hurriedly tugging
her dress into a more modest arrangement.
We slowly recover our composure, and introduce ourselves. It turns out
that they are from near my home town in Victoria, their names are Barry
Jones and the woman is his wife Jenny, they have been married for only a
week and are still on their honeymoon. Jenny has given up on hiding her
breasts, and sits there with them proudly on display. We chat for a few
minutes before Barry notices some people approaching. He warns his wife,
who scrambles to her feet, and says to me, "Come down to the car with us
and I'll give you something to take that home with." indicating the fish.
I pick up the fish and we follow him and Jenny to his car. He opens up the
car and holds up a towel to screen Jenny while she quickly changes her T-
Shirt. That done he finds a length of thin rope in the back and cuts off a
short piece for me. I slip the rope through the fish's gills and tie it in
a loop. I decline Barry's offer of a lift home, saying, "It's not too far
and we'll dry out on the way." With a cheerful wave we take our leave and
climb back to the cliff top, we take a last look at the blow hole and I spy
the remains of Mara's hat caught up in the fence, I recover the shredded
rag and drop the hat I'm wearing on her head, where it sits comically,
completely hiding her brow.
We return along the cliff path to the beach where Mara looks beseechingly
from me to the shop, I laugh and we cross the road to go inside. The
shopkeeper gapes at our bedraggled appearance and the slightly battered
fish in my hand. I explain the rogue wave and we enjoy a good laugh. I
purchase ice-creams for us and head back out into the sun. Back on the
beach Mara waves at somebody and ask if she can go see them, I agree and
she races off, returning a few minutes later with a raven haired beauty her
own age with the biggest dark brown eyes I have ever seen.
"Geoff this is Chloe, can she come home with us, her mum says it's all
right. I look at this beautiful little girl in her royal blue bathing suit
then to Mara. "Aren't you forgetting something Mara? Would your mother
let you have somebody over after what happened before."
"Oh!" she says, disappointed, "You can't come Chloe, I'm in trouble for
nearly falling over the cliff.", suddenly she brightens, "I know! You can
come home with me after Brownies tomorrow."
Chloe chirps a cheerful, "O.K." and scurries off over the hot sand.
Fifteen minutes later Mara and I trudge up the driveway and enter her
house. Sherry gasps at our salt encrusted clothing, "What happened to
you?"
I explain the rogue wave and our drenching and Sherry laughs at our
misfortune then exclaims delightedly at the fish I bring out from behind my
back.
Mara then shuffles up before her mother and says in a small voice, "Mummy,
you've got to spank me, I've been naughty."
"Oh, what did you do?" Sherry asks.
"I climbed up on the fence and nearly fell over the cliff." Mara explains
in a penitent voice.
Sherry looks at me and I explain further. "She ran ahead of me going up
the slope at the end of the street, I caught her just as she was going over
the fence."
"You know you shouldn't climb up on that fence don't you?" Mara nods, "But
you did it anyway, that was very naughty of you. How many spanks do you
think you deserve?"
"Twenty?" Mara asks timidly.
"You should, but because you came straight up and told me we'll make it
only fifteen. O.K.?" Mara nods, as Sherry continues, "As it was Geoff you
were with and it was him you frightened, I think he should be the one to
spank you. Don't you agree?" Mara sighs and nods again, then walks over
to stand before me.
Sherry pulls out one of the high backed kitchen chairs and motions for me
to sit in it. I do so and Mara drapes herself across my lap, reaching down
to grasp the rung between the chair legs, standing on the rung on the other
side. Sherry flips up the bottom of Mara's frock and gasps, "Mara Lauren
Hardy, where are your knickers?"
"I didn't wear any, it made me feel all tingly and naughty inside." Mara
explains.
"Well I think you just earned those five smacks back." Sherry says,
nodding for me to begin.
My first swipe is too soft for Sherry's liking and she says, "I'll start
counting when you hit her hard enough to count." My next lands with a
resounding crack, and Mara lets out a pained yelp. "One!" counts Sherry.
I continue as I have begun and with slow, deliberate strokes, I soon have
Mara's behind glowing a bright, rosy pink. Each slap on her bare buttocks
set them quivering and loud sobs wrack her body, in between each of my
heavy handed blows. On the count of twelve Mara's feet slip from the chair
and I have to place my other hand on her back to prevent her from slipping
from my lap. I look to Sherry and she indicates that I should continue. I
administer the remaining eight slaps to Mara's heated rear, her legs
jerking out straight, each time my hand lands on her rosy cheeks.
When I am finished, Mara hangs limply in my lap, her sobs slowly subsiding.
Sherry says, "stay there." and leaves the room, returning with a bottle of
chamomile lotion which she hands to me.
Mara flinches as the cool cream dribbles onto her sore bottom then sighs as
I begin to gently work it into her bruised flesh and it begins to have it's
soothing effect. She moans when I chase a dribble that has run between
her thighs and scoop it up with my finger, from next to her pussy lips, as
I brush past her little cunny, she hunches her hips and pushes against my
hand. I return to soothing her flame coloured buttocks, applying more
cream as her heated flesh adsorbs what I have already applied.
When I chase the next errant runnel, Sherry says, "Go ahead, I think she
needs it."
With her mother's permission, I gently drag my finger the length of Mara's
amazingly hot and wet little slit, drawing a deep, cat like, moan of
pleasure from her lips. With gentle fingers I massage her clit and tease
the entrance to her vagina finding it relaxed enough for me to easily slip
two fingers inside and slowly pump them in and out, the rest of my fingers
stimulating her swollen clit and pussy lips. With a soft sobbing moan she
cums, her pussy squeezing tightly on my fingers.
I help Mara to her feet and half support her to her bedroom, where she
struggles to remove her dress. I help her to lift if off over her head and
lift her to lie face down on her bed.
"I'm sorry I had to do that." I tell her, gently kissing the back of her
neck.
She twists and struggles to lean on one elbow while keeping her sore bottom
away from the bed. Looking up at me, she replies, "I know," a wan grin
forms on her lips, "besides Daddy hits even harder." I lean down to kiss
her lips. "Read my story please?" she asks.
"O.K. Lie down properly." I tell her and pick up her book, continuing on
from the point where she fell asleep the night before. I read through two
chapters until she falls asleep and I can return the book to her dresser.
I kiss the back of her neck and leave the room, closing the door behind me.
In the kitchen I sit down while puts the fish she has finished cleaning in
the fridge and freezer. As she pours me a cup of tea, I tell her "She's
fallen asleep."
Sherry sits down opposite me, silently turning her own cup in her hands.
After thinking for a while, she asks me "Was Mara the first underage girl
you've had sex with?"
I look at her over my mug for a moment and answer, "No. There have been a
few of others."
"Those two girls in the storm? Was that a story about the magazine." she
asks.
"Yes those two and some others when I was about fourteen, And no, the
magazine did exist but the girls used it for ideas after we had already
started." I tell her.
"Tell me how it happened?" She prompts me after a short silence.
"Well I guess it started with Katy and I more or less seducing each other,
at first I never intended to fuck her but the night before the cyclone
another storm prevented me from going home and I ended up having to spend
the night at her place. I slept in her brother's bed and Katy crawled into
bed with me and we fooled around a bit, when I accidentally broke her
cherry with my fingers, she wanted me to finish the job properly so we f-
uh, made love."
"You can say 'fucked' I know what it means." Sherry says with a grin.
"Anyway, the next day, Katy's parents tried to get out and back ahead of
the cyclone as they needed supplies. While they were gone, Lena came over
to visit Katy and caught us enjoying ourselves. We heard a noise outside
and went out to find Lena with her hand stuffed down her pants. she
started crying and when we could get her to talk it turned out that she was
upset because her own efforts with a boy had been very disappointing and
here Katy was, four years younger and having screaming orgasms. She asked
me to teach her about good sex and the rest is just the sordid details."
"And when you were fourteen?" Sherry asks.
"That was just me and a few girls exploring our bodies. They'd watch me
jerk off and let me look at and rub their cunnies as a reward. I just wish
I'd started reading earlier, back then I was still looking only at the
pictures and I had no real idea of what I was doing when I touched them."
"You never tried to force them to do anything?"
"Once, I tried to make one of them to jerk me off and they cut me off for a
month. After that we only did what they wanted to do. It all stopped a
couple of months later when one of the girl's cousins found out and
threatened to break my arm. He must have talked to his cousin too because
they all stopped coming around, except for the girl next door and she moved
away not long after."
"Have you ever had sex with someone nearer your own age?"
"A few times while I was in the Venturer Scouts. And I tried gay sex once,
I found that totally boring, it didn't disgust me, it was just less
interesting than jerking off while I recited the times tables if you know
what I mean.
"Now what about you and Carl? How come you have such an open
relationship?" I ask, turning the tables on her.
She thinks for a moment before answering, "I guess that was because I used
to always double date with my best friend, my mother wouldn't let me go out
alone with a boy and she thought that I could get into less trouble in a
group. She was so wrong, my girlfriend, Kerry, was a complete slut, she
got her cherry popped by a cousin when she was eleven and by the time we
were fifteen and my mother let me go out with boys at all, she had fucked
her way through a fair number of the boys at school and most of the male
teachers.
"Well we'd go on double dates, me and my date would sit in the front,
(Kerry wouldn't go out with a boy unless her had a car.) We'd kiss and
feel each other up, while Kerry and her date would fuck like rabbits in the
back. Shit half the time Kerry would fuck my date on the way home while
her date drove.
"Then one day just after I turned sixteen my date tried to rape me. Kerry
was with Carl that night and Carl picked up my date and pounded the living
shit out of him. It was the first time I'd ever seen Carl loose his temper
as he is usually so quiet and gentle you wouldn't know he was there except
for his size. When they wanted to take me home I wouldn't let them, ten
minutes later I crawled into the back with them and gave Carl my cherry.
"After that there was no stopping me. For a while I was like Kerry and
fucked anything with a cock but more and more often, Carl was my date until
I was going out with him almost exclusively. Because he had a panel van
Kerry and I would usually get fucked at the same time side by side and
sometimes we'd trade off. When we got married two years later we decide
swapping around was too much fun to give up though the frequency has
certainly dropped off."
"How about kids, have you done anything with them before today?"
"Not really, though I liked to tickle Mara and Mike when they were babies
and I licked and sucked them a few times." Sherry replies.
I ask her, "Are you going to get Mike to join in?"
"Not until he's a few years older, I think. Unless he surprises me like
Mara did."
"I guess that means we won't finish off what we started this morning, this
afternoon then?" I joke.
Sherry is looking out the window as she speaks, "You got that right, here
he comes now."
Moments later the screen door slams as Mike comes bowling into the house.
"Steve and Barbara are going out in the boat and Brendan wants me to go
too, can I Mummy, Pleeease?" he pants looking beseechingly up at her.
"We'll see what your father says." Sherry temporises.
"But they're going NOW!" Mike exclaims.
Sherry turns to me, saying, "I better go and see what this is about. I'll
be back in a few minutes, would you keep an eye on Mike for me." She heads
out the door and Mike starts to follow her, "No Mike, you stay here with
Geoff, I'll be back in a minute."
Mike trots over and looks up at me, his hands behind his back. "I like your
mummy, I'm going to marry her when I grow up." He declares solemnly.
This piece of information leaves me speechless, finally I take the cowards
way out, "Let's watch TV." I suggest. He grabs my hand and drags me over
to the telly which he turns on and changes the program to Play School.
When I sit down in the armchair he perches himself on my knee and stares at
the idiot box.
He jumps up as soon as he hears Sherry's feet on the steps outside and
meets her coming through the door, "Can I go?"
"Whatever happened to 'please'? Yes you can go if you promise to do
everything Steve and Barbara say."
"I promise. Bye!" he yells and makes a break for the door.
Sherry catches him by the shoulder, "Hey wait a minute while I pack you a
bag."
Mike runs into his bedroom yelling, "Hurry up Mummy."
Sherry hurries after him, making shushing noises.
Five minutes later, he flies past me, yelling "Bye Mummy." and he's halfway
across the yard before the door slams.
Sherry returns, shaking her head.
"Well there goes my future step-father." I tell her.
"Huh?" is her intelligent response.
"He told me he was going to marry my mother as soon as he grew up."
"Oh!" she says and starts chuckling.
A moment later Mara emerges rubbing her eyes, "What's so funny?"
Sherry explains, adding, "And I suppose you're going to marry Geoff."
Mara gives her mother a scornful look, "Of course not, I'm going to marry
Daddy."
It's my turn to laugh, as Sherry gapes at her daughter like a stunned
mullet.
"And what about me?" she eventually manages to gasp.
"Oh, I'll let you borrow him sometimes." Mara says, offhandedly.
Sherry glares at me as I slide from the chair with a thump, but that just
makes me laugh even harder. The two of them stare at me until I regain my
composure and wipe the tears from my eyes. Hauling myself back into the
chair, I ask Mara, "How's the bum?"
She lifts the hem of her skirt to display her mottled buttocks, "It's still
sore." she says. "What was Mike doing?"
"He's going away for the weekend with Brendan on his dad's boat." Sherry
informs her.
"How come I'm not going?" Mara complains.
"Because you weren't asked, besides haven't you got Brownies tomorrow?"
"Oh yeah. Can Chloe come round afterwards?"
"I don't see why not." Sherry answers, earning a hug about the waist.
"Now why don't you go and have a swim? while I get the washing in and see
about getting tea."
"Because my bottom hurts too much for my bathers."
"Well leave them off and wear a long shirt then." Sherry tells her.
"Can I wear one of yours." Mara asks, hurriedly adding "Please." when her
mother gives her a sharp look.
"Sure." I agree, rising to get one from my room. "Can you get my shorts
from out the back?"
Mara brings them into my room as I pull a T-Shirt from my bag and hand it
to her. She strips off her frock and throws it on the bed and puts on the
shirt, one shoulder pokes through at the neck and it comes down to her
knees, the sleeves reaching her elbows. She then waits while I change into
my shorts. Collecting towels on the way we go down to the beach, where
Mara is content to hang from my neck as I follow the retreating tide,
letting the cool water sooth her burning backside.
After about an hour, our skins looking like a prune's, we leave the water,
Mara going on ahead of me then turning to wait at the top of the beach.
The saturated, powder blue fabric of my T-Shirt moulds itself to every
contour of her body and I comment, "You look like Jenny did."
Mara looks down at herself and giggles thrusting her hips forwards to bring
her mound into prominent relief, running her hand over the wet fabric
suggestively and pushing the fabric inwards to be trapped in her cleft, her
lewd actions making me glad that the beach is private.
"Cut that out." I say, making as though to swat her rear. With a mock
terrified squeak she runs for the shower where we rinse the salt from our
bodies. Her bottom looks much better, it has lost its angry red colour and
only a few darker blotches remain. With a grin I pick her up, with my
hands around her waist and stand her on the stair rail which doubles as the
water pipe for the shower. She clings to the riser as I stick my tongue
out and lick her slit through the T-Shirt. She giggles and pulls it from
between us then pulls the hem down over my head trapping me underneath.
I maintain my hold on her waist as I don't want her to fall and rasp my
tongue along her slit, pausing a moment to tease her hardening clit. I
lick all over her hairless mound before dipping between her legs to sample
the fluids seeping from her tight little cunt. Pointing my tongue I drive
it inside a little way, wiggling the tip back and forth, my upper lip
pressed to her clit. Withdrawing from her vagina I suck her clit between my
lips and flick my tongue over the tip for a minute before switching to my
suck, nip, pull technique after only a few repeats I have to stop and drive
my tongue under her fuck hole to catch as much of her delicious spend as I
can.
She collapses with a squeal and only my hands on her waist support her over
my lapping tongue. When she relaxes I carefully lower her to the sand,
holding her upright until her legs start working again. We strip and towel
each other dry, Mara wincing when I get to her poor abused bottom, though I
try to be as gentle as possible. At the top of the stairs we leave our wet
things and towels to dry running naked to my room where we giggle as we
dress each other. I sit on the bed and pull her between my knees to brush
out her hair, she then returns the favour standing behind me on the bed.
We go into the lounge room to watch TV, I flick through the channels until
I find M*A*S*H and sit in the armchair. Mara starts to sit in my lap then
runs off returning with her woolly (a sheepskin) and drapes it over my
knees, she then gingerly seats herself on it and leans back against my
chest, pulling my arms around her in a hug. When M*A*S*H is over Sherry
calls us to dinner, saying, "It looks like Daddy's going to be late so
we'll start without him."
I help Mara into her chair and just as I sit down, Carl pulls up. "Don't
worry, you start." Sherry tells us, as she begins to fry a couple of
fillets for her husband.
Mara and I tuck into a delicious meal of fried mackerel fillets and roast
vegetables as Carl enters the room sniffing, "Fish? I thought we were
having steak tonight. Where's Mike?"
"Mike's somewhere out there." Sherry waves her hand towards the sea. "Steve
and Barb took him out on the boat. And yes, we were having steak, but
Geoff caught a twenty pound mackerel this afternoon." Sherry informs him.
"Where?" Carl asks.
"In the back of the neck." I say with a straight face.
"Huh?" he is obviously confused.
"Mara took me to the blowhole and a rogue wave dumped this on my head." I
explain waving at the fish on my plate.
"Well that explains the fish." he says and turns to Mara, "Now what did you
do today that was so bad that you are now sitting on your woolly?"
"Nearly fell off the cliff." she replies cheerfully, "Geoff whacked me
good."
Sherry hurriedly clarifies, as her husbands features begin to darken. "I
asked him to do it. After all it was him that she scared half to death, he
caught her just as she fell off the fence."
"In that case I hope he did a good job." Carl growls at his daughter.
"He sure did. see?" she hops off her chair and lifts her dress to show her
father the mottled marks that are now turning a lovely shade of blue. A
wicked light gleams in her eye as she whimpers "It hurts Daddy, will you
kiss it better?"
His face is a study as many different emotions flicker across his face,
embarrassment and lust uppermost. "Well Daddy, will you kiss it better?"
Sherry asks grinning.
"You'll keep." he growls to his wife as he kneels with a red face and
plants a resounding kiss on each of the developing bruises. "Now eat your
tea." he tells Mara as he rises and takes his place at the head of the
table. Sherry sets his dinner before him and yelps as he delivers a
resounding swat to her protruding rear, still grinning she sits down next
to him.
Over dinner he explains his late arrival. "Sorry I'm late, I had to finish
that job, as I just got a big contract. These people need a bobcat bad and
mine's the only one available, the one they had blew up three days ago and
the job has to be finished in a week." "I'm leaving first thing in the
morning." "It's about three hours drive so I'll have to stay until the
job's finished There's about a hundred hours work and they're paying top
dollar, so that means about seven grand and meals and accommodation are
supplied."
"What about my birthday Daddy?" Mara wails, "It's on Wednesday."
"Oh Shit!" He slaps his forehead, "I forgot all about it. I'm sorry Honey,
but we really need this money and I can't back out now. I tell you what.
I'll work real hard and try to get back as soon as possible and we'll have
a special party, just for us, then. And I'll get you any present you want.
So you just think about what you want while I'm gone and we'll get it when
I get back."
"Oh Daddy, do you have to?" Mara complains.
"Sorry Honey, I really do, but I promise I'll make it up to you and we'll
do something really special when I get back."
Mara's eyes light up at this and I know just what she has in mind, Sherry
too seems to read her daughter's mind as Mara begins to speak, "I want you
to..." Sherry's warning glance causes Mara to falter and quickly change her
request, "...to take me and Chloe and Geoff to the water park."
To me, this sounds a little lame, but Carl's eyes are a little unfocused,
and he says, "Sure thing Honey, like I said, anything you want. But now
I've got to make sure the Bobcat's ready, I don't want it to break down
like the last bloke's did."
Carl quickly finishes his tea and declines desert, as he goes out to
service the Bobcat. Mara waits until he is out of earshot and excitedly
says, "He said I could have ANYTHING and I want him to put his penis in my
vagina and fuck me."
"What about the water park?" I tease her, "I distinctly heard you say that
you wanted to go there with Chloe and Me."
"Oh Pooh, I only said that because Mummy stopped me saying what I really
wanted."
"Well that's not something you can just spring on your father Honey,"
Sherry tells her daughter, "you'll just scare him and make everybody
unhappy, you'll have to tease him until he's ready for you to spring that
one on him. Most men are pretty uptight about sex, especially when they
think that the sort of sex you're asking for is wrong and if you just go up
and say you want to fuck them they'll run a mile."
"What about Geoff?" Mara asks curiously.
"Geoff's different, he's a cradle robbing, baby fucking pervert." Sherry
smiles at me as she says this and continues, "But he's my kind of pervert."
"What's a prevert Mummy?"
"A pervert is someone who likes sex that most people think is wrong or
sick." Sherry explains.
"Well I want to have sex with Daddy and people think that wrong. So I must
be a pervert too."
Sherry and I laugh at this and Sherry says, "No, people would just say
you're a little slut, but they WOULD call Daddy a pervert, IF he had sex
with you."
"Why? What's a slut? And Daddy IS going to have sex with me."
"Oh shit! Geoff?" Sherry appeals to me.
"Because like I told you before, most people think that men who want to
have sex with little girls are strange, so that makes them perverts. Girls
who want to have sex a lot are called sluts. It's usually not a very nice
name because most people think that girls shouldn't WANT to have sex. She
should be a virgin for the man she marries and if she likes sex too much
she might have sex with other men too. It's all pretty silly, but you've
just got to live with it and pretend you're like everybody else is
pretending to be.
"As for your daddy fucking you, it's like your mum said, if you're not
careful you'll just make everybody unhappy."
"Oh. What do people call a man who likes to fuck a lot?"
"A horny bastard" I grin at her.
"And what if he likes to fuck a lot of girls?"
"He's still a horny bastard and his mates think he's a lucky bastard too."
"And his wife just thinks he's a bastard." Sherry puts in.
"Why? That's not fair."
"Um, that's a toughie," I say, "but mostly it's because until not very long
ago it was very hard for a woman to stop getting pregnant and if she didn't
have a man, then she had a hard time, because most men didn't want to pay
for a baby that was not their's. So the best thing was for a woman to save
her virginity for her husband and act like she didn't like sex."
"I think I get it but, I still think is not fair."
"I know," I sympathise, "but there's a lot of things in life that aren't
fair. You just have to work out ways of getting what you want without
hurting other people. And if you can't get what you want you just have to
learn to live with it."
"O.K." she says, then asks, "Can I go and help Daddy?"
"O.K. Honey," Sherry acquiesces and Mara skips off.
My mechanical aptitude is just about nil, so I remain inside to help Sherry
with the dishes and a general clean up of the house, while Mara goes out
with her father to 'help him' (child speak for get as filthy as possible).
When we finish an hour or so later, Sherry leans out of the window and
calls, "Time for your bath Mara."
A protest, cut short by Carl's rumbling voice floats in on the breeze, a
minute later Mara appears covered in clay and grease to her elbows with
liberal streaks across her face and forehead where she has dragged her arm
across it.
Sherry smiles as Mara collects me on the way, so that she can talk to me as
she showers. I help her out of her dress to prevent any further
besmirching with dirt and when I kneel in front of her, to remove her
sandals, I have to laugh. Her bare little pussy is covered with black
streaks of grease where she has scratched herself.
Looking down at herself, she giggles, "Well Daddy says it makes things
slippery."
"Maybe so, but this won't be and you'll need it to get that cleaned off."
I hand her a cake of Solvol (abrasive grease soap) from the basin.
"But it's scratchy!" she protests vociferously, loud enough for Sherry to
hear.
"What's wrong?" she asks, sticking her head through the door. A quick
glance lets her take in the abrasive, grey soap and Mara's begrimed pussy
lips. She too laughs at Mara's predicament and says, "Hang on a sec, I
think I can find something a little less drastic." Her head disappears and
she returns a minute later with some floor cleaner. "Here this should work,
just don't get it in your eyes or up inside you and you won't need very
much." she warns her daughter.
Mara accepts the bottle from her mother and gets in the shower, from behind
the shower curtain I hear a few pained squeaks as Mara washes her
tenderised bottom, a little later the squeaks change pitch and timbre as
she begins to clean in front. For two or three minutes I hear her
scrubbing her pussy, until with a shuddering moan she cums. A moment later
I hear a thud followed by a pained "Ouch!"
"Twenty One." I say with a laugh.
Eighty percent of her reply is not printable, but the gist of it is 'That's
not funny.'
"It's not my bum." I say, still laughing, "Now hurry up and finish."
I hear her struggle to her feet and a few minutes later she emerges. With
a scowl in my direction, she grabs a towel and starts drying off, wincing
when she is a little too rough on her backside. Grinning ruefully she
carefully pats it dry and move to the basin to do her teeth.
I loom over her as I do mine. That finished she drags me into her bedroom
where she tries to put on her baby dolls. The knickers almost have her in
tears with the pressure they apply to her tender rear end and without the
knickers the stiff lace decorating the hem of the top, scratches her. I
tell her to wait and go get my most comfortable T-Shirt, a very faded,
somewhat holey, black, three year old Coles special, that has been well
softened by repeated washing. I return with it and hand it to her saying
she can keep it.
She slips it on and with a squeal she leaps up to hangs from my neck. I
carefully grasp her legs below her bottom as she showers me with kisses and
thanks before ordering me to take her to her mother.
"See what Geoff gave me." she cries happily, "My PJ's hurt my bottom."
slipping from my arms to pirouette before her mother and display the
disreputable garment.
"Very nice." Sherry comments trying to keep a straight face. "Now it's
time for bed young lady." Mara pouts but offers her face up for a kiss.
"Now come and read my story." Mara orders and drags me away.
Sherry's exasperated cry of "Mara!" follows us from the room.
In her room, Mara pulls back the covers and sends me out to retrieve her
woolly. When I return she gingerly settles herself in her bed and holds
the covers back for me to slip in beside her. I read for a few minutes but
my short night and eventful day catch up with me and I'm woken when Carl
comes in to kiss his daughter good night.
"I don't know." he grows at me, shaking his head, "First you sleep with my
wife and now my daughter."
"Well they're both beautiful ladies," I stammer, blushing furiously, as I
look down to where Mara snores into my ribs, "How could I resist? Though
sleeping was not an option with Sherry." I carefully extricate myself from
Mara's grip and slide out onto the floor and follow Carl into the kitchen
where Sherry greets us with fresh cuppas.
"I just found this unspeakable cad sleeping with our daughter." Carl
informs Sherry. "What do you think we should do with him?"
"Take him to bed with us so we can keep an eye on him, I think." Sherry
says, eyeing me up and down and licking her lips suggestively.
"The bed sounds divine but as for the rest, you'd have more luck with boy
George. I'm buggered." I inform her, around an enormous yawn.
"We'll see about that!" Sherry sees my statement as a challenge and rises
to approach me her hips swaying seductively as she opens her shirt and
frees her breasts, cupping them in her hands she offers them to me. I feel
a little strange as Carl looks on but snake out my tongue to circle and
tease her nipples into crinkled erection. Sherry insinuates herself into
my lap, straddling my hips and draws my lips to hers. She rocks her hips
grinding her crotch into mine and drags her nipples over the fabric of my
shirt, as her lips and talented tongue work their magic on my mouth, I
return the kiss as well as I can but below, nothing stirs.
Five minutes later she pulls back and looks at me, "He's right you know,"
she says to Carl, as she reaches down to cup my groin. "He's as limp as a
wet noodle."
"Well in that case," Carl's gravelly voice breaks in, "You can come and
take care of this."
We look across to where he is slowly sliding his fist up and down a very
impressive erection. With a squeal Sherry scrambles from my lap,
discarding her clothing on the way to him, she takes a moment to coat his
cock with saliva then climbs into his lap and impales herself with a long
drawn out sigh. "Fuck me!" she whispers loudly and bites on his ear.
Carl grabs her arse and rises from his seat, keeping her skewered on his
massive dong, he walks into his bedroom, turning his head to call over his
shoulder, "Get the lights, would you Geoff."
Yawning, I rinse the mugs in the sink and retrieve Sherry's discarded
clothing from the floor. I kill the lights and throw Sherry's clothes on
top of the pile Carl has dropped in his bedroom, with one last glance at
the beast with two backs I pull the door shut and head for my own welcoming
bed.
Just as I'm dropping off, I feel a small warm body slip in behind me. I
roll over and there is just enough light for me to look into Mara's
grinning face. "Daddy's sure got a big one, hasn't he?"
"Huh, when did you see your father? I thought you were asleep."
"Nope, I woke up when you left and watched you in the kitchen." she
informs me, "Hey! How come Daddy wasn't mad at you?"
"Because they like to have fun with other people and your mother told him
about me."
"Me too?" she asks excitedly.
"I doubt it, I think it's going to take a while before he's ready for you
to join in. Now go to bed."
"But I want to sleep with you. Pleeeze?"
"O.K. but let me out, I don't want your father to find me in bed with you
without any pants on. One of us is enough." I say, slipping my hand under
the T-shirt and sliding my finger along her naked slit. I crawl over her
body and slip on a pair of jocks, then slip back in behind her and cuddle
up to her, her backside pressed into my belly. I kiss the top of her head
and say, "Now go to sleep."
A minute later she speaks, "Daddy's penis sure is big, do you think it will
fit in me?"
"It might hurt a little to star with but It'll fit. Now sleep, we'll talk
in the morning, I'm too tired to talk now."
"O.K. can I have a kiss?" she asks, turning her head towards me. I rise on
my elbow and lean over her to press my lips to hers and briefly twist my
tongue around hers.
Just as I'm dropping off again Sherry's voice starts rising in a series of
moans and screams of increasing volume. As her moans subside, Carl
announces his own climax in a succession of pig like grunts.
Mara giggles, "How can I sleep when they make so much noise?"
"Well I think they're finished now." I say and kiss the top of her head as
she snuggles back into me.
Author: Clayton <clayton@nym.alias.net>
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.
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