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Sam - Part 11

by Samantha K
(FF, MF, tort, exhib, size, viol)
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I must have fallen right to sleep.  I had a wonderful dream about
being caught sneaking through the boy's locker room naked.  They
laid me down on a bench and all the boys in that period's gym
class got to fuck me.  They all had magnificent big cocks and I
climaxed over and over again as each boy came deep inside me. 
After they were all done with me they left me lying on the bench
with gallons of cum oozing out of my thoroughly used pussy so the
next class could take a turn at me.  This went on all day long,
until every boy in school had fucked me as much as he wanted. 
When it was all over, I passed out   totally worn out and
exhausted from all the sex, but happier than I had ever been in
my life.

I was still lying unconscious on the bench when Neeka came in. 
She was naked too.  She touched my shoulder and I groggily opened
my eyes.

"Time to get up now, Sam," she said.

"I can't," I said.  "I'm too full of cum.  See how my tummy is
all bloated?"

"Let me help you," she said, getting down on her knees at the end
of the bench.  She started licking the inside of my thighs where
the cum had oozed out.  Then she went to work on my pussy,
licking and sucking at my poor abused hole until she had gobbled
up every drop of cum.  

In the process she made me cum several times, one right after the
other.  By the time she was through, I was sparkling clean and
high as a kite from cumming so much.

"Time to wake up now," she said.

"OK," I told her, sitting up on the bench, "I'm awake."

"No you're not, silly!  This is still a dream."

"I'm dreaming?  Are you part of my dream?"

"No, I'm awake.  It's Saturday morning.  You asked me to wake you
up.  Remember?  I tried to get into your head to talk to you. 
You're still asleep, so instead I'm here in your dream."

"How can I tell it's a dream?"

"Well, what happened to you to get all that cum in you?"

"Every boy in school made love to me.  Some of them several
times."

"Doesn't that sound like a dream to you?"

"I don't know.  Should it?  It seemed real enough to me.  I was
having the best time!"

"I'll bet!  What sort of things do you dream about?"

"Boys!"

"You're a horny little minx!  Anything else?"

"Flying!"

"OK, let's go flying."

She led me out of the gym into the sunlight.  I took two steps
and we took off into the sky, just like birds.  We flew over the
school, higher and higher, soaring and swooping in the warm sun.

"So, you know this is a dream, right?" she asked.

"It is?  I guess it must be," I said.  "I can't really fly.  But
if I can't fly, then what are we doing so far up in the air?  OH
NOOOOOOoooooooooo!"

We plummeted like rocks down through the clouds, falling and
tumbling through the air, faster and faster.  Just a split second
before we hit the ground, I woke up.  My eyes popped open.  I was
still in bed with Bud; still lying on his chest.

"OK, I'm awake now," I told Neeka.

"Duh!" she said.  "That was wild!  I was in your dream.  I
actually shared a dream with you!  I was there!  It was like a
totally different world.  Wow!  Is that what your dreams are
usually like?"

"You mean, endless sex?  Not always.  I had some help with that
one.  I'm lying here with Bud's cock still inside me.  It feels
like he's hard again, too.  It's no wonder I dreamed about sex
all night."

"Really!  Well, I hope you don't mind if I visit your dreams some
more.  It's just fantastic.  I can close my eyes and I'm totally
in another world.  I had no idea we could do this."

"Well, you're certainly welcome to join me anytime," I said.  "I
can't guarantee that they will all be as good as that one."

"Yes, but maybe I can.  Guarantee it, I mean.  I talked to you
and you took a suggestion I made.  We went flying together.  It
was so real for me.  When you are asleep, you are at the mercy of
whatever runs through your head.  But if I'm awake, I can make
conscious suggestions.  If I can guide your dreams, there's no
telling what we could do together!"

"I'm too groggy to appreciate this right now.  Let me wake up
some more and haul myself into the shower and I'll be able to
think.  Come on over."

"Uh, Sam?  I am over.  I never left.  I slept with Mrs...I mean,
I slept with Bambi last night.  She's great.  We had a lot of
fun.  Ah, please don't mention this to Bud or Jim.  I don't want
Jim to think I've spurned him for his mother.  It might give
him...'issues'."

"Tell me about it later.  Right now I think Bud and I have some
unfinished business.  You might be having an orgasm in a few
minutes."

"Fair warning.  I'll bring you some coffee, after.  Enjoy!"

When I moved my head, I felt Bud move under me.  He put his arms
around me and gave me a big hug.

"Did you sleep all right?" He asked.

"Oh, yes!  I had the best dreams!  How about you?"

"I think your dreams sucked me dry."

"What?"

"At first, I thought you were still awake.  You were working my
cock over pretty good.  Then I realized you were asleep and
having a dream about fucking.  Your pussy kept sucking and
massaging my cock until I came.  Then you came.  Then you got
quiet for a bit and it started all over again.  I don't know how
long it went on, or how many times I came, but it seemed like it
went on all night.  After a while, I didn't even have time to go
soft, you just kept milking me for all the cum I had.  Damn, it
was incredible!  You must have been having the same dream all
night.  I'd drift off for a bit and wake up and cum and then go
back to sleep."

"Poor baby!  Did my mean old pussy eat you alive?"

"Damn right!  And I loved every second of it.  I never felt
so...connected to someone before.  I felt like I was a part of
you."

"Me too!" I said.  I tried to move, but after having Bud's cock
in me all night my pussy had become welded to it.  I was going to
have to get wet again before I could pry myself loose.  I
explained the problem to Bud.

"It's worse than you think," he said.  "I'm hard again from your
last orgasm.  I hadn't cum when you woke up.  It feels like a big
one, too.  I'm afraid you are going to have to resign yourself to
being fucked with a woody."

"Oh, no!  Oh, horrors!  Oh, woe is me!  However will I cope?"

"Let's roll over.  I want to be on top for this.  I need to move.
 I have to fuck.  You're about go get seriously screwed!"

I put my arms around his neck and he rolled over on top of me.  I
kissed his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.  When he
started moving, my pussy woke up to the fact that it had a big
cock in it and it started getting warm.

Bud started very slowly so I would have time to get some
lubrication flowing before he started banging away.  When I felt
myself getting hot down there, I wriggled my ass around to try to
work the walls of my pussy free of his cock.  It didn't take long
before I was really turned on and begging him to fuck my brains
out.

He needed very little encouragement.  Even before he had me loose
again, he pushed very deeply into me.  I could feel my insides
being dragged and shoved as he fucked me.  In a few minutes he
was really putting his back into it.  Our groins slapped together
on every stroke and the impact was turning my clit into a big
purple knot that electrified me on every stroke.

His aggressive attack turned me into a tigress.  I clutched at
him and raked my short nails across his back and ass.  I locked
my ankles behind his butt and pulled him to me on each stroke. 
Soon, he had turned into a wild animal, thrusting away at me with
all his strength.  I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco.  It
drove me to new heights of lust and I almost lost control.  I did
growl and put my bare teeth on his neck at one point.

The idea that I might rip his throat out if he didn't satisfy me
set him off.  He yanked me off the bed and rammed his cock deep
into me while pushing me down onto it with his arms and hands.  I
squeezed him tightly and felt him empty his balls into my womb.

After a few good spurts, he ran dry and I felt my cervix jerk up
and down and then clamp shut again as if swallowing his cum.  He
was still in the throes of his climax and he held me in his arms
for a long time until we had both stopped shuddering.

He said, breathlessly, "Oh, damn!  That just keeps getting better
every time.  You know, eventually I'm just going to cum so hard
that my heart gives out and I'll die in your arms."

"Well, let's hope that it's not any time soon, OK?  I'd like to
do this lots more before then."

We held each other and stroked and caressed each other until we
had recovered enough to try to separate.  Bud slowly pulled his
limp cock out and collapsed onto the bed next to me.  

When his cock left my body, I felt like a part of me had been
removed.  I felt so empty that I almost asked him to put it back
in.  Instead I put my fingers into my thoroughly-fucked pussy and
tried to close myself back to normal size again.  I was so
stretched out from having had his cock in me all night that I
could have dropped a ping-pong ball in there and not hit the
sides.

"What's the matter?" Bud asked, watching me finger my pussy.

"There's a Bud-sized hole in me." I said.  "My pussy misses you
already."

He smiled at that.  He got between my legs and looked up inside
me to survey the damage he had caused.

He put his mouth right up to my gaping hole and said,
"Helloooooooo!" as if he expected to hear an echo.

"Stop that!" I said, aiming a playful slap at his head.  He
jerked away but kept looking between my legs.

"Are you proud of yourself?" I asked, holding my labia apart to
give him a good view.  "Look what you did to me with that donkey
dick?"

Bud fell over and started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"'Donkey dick'.  It what the kids call me at school.  In gym,
when we shower, you know.  They started calling me that.  I was
always bothered by it.  I was ashamed."

"Stud, YOU have NOTHING to be ashamed of!"

"Yeah.  When you call me that I feel good.  It makes me proud.  I
get a kick out of it when you tell me I could severely injure
farm-animals.  I feel strong, virile, like a prize bull or a
stallion.  I feel like you must feel all day long."

"Hunh?"

"I mean, you're stronger, faster, and tougher than ten normal
people.  Don't you just feel super all the time?"

"To tell the truth, I don't.  I don't walk around with my chest
puffed out....  OK, maybe I do walk around with my chest puffed
out.  But that's different.  I don't walk around thinking about
how strong I am.  I don't even notice it until I exert myself. 
Then it's just like there's this other level of power I can tap
into.

"I don't know how to explain it.  It's not like it's so much
easier for me to lift say, a pencil.  The pencil weighs the same
and feels the same to me as it would to anyone.  But if I have to
lift a forty pound dumbbell, it's not that much harder for me.  I
can feel the weight, but it isn't hard to lift it.  Running and
jumping is the same   I don't feel any lighter, but I can go
faster and higher than...."

"Anyone else alive?"

"Let's say, 'than most people.'  Mom told me that I'm not really
off the scale completely, I'm just at the top end of it.  It's
important for me to feel like I'm still...you know   human?  I
don't like to think of myself as 'superhuman'.  That makes me
really uncomfortable."

"I guess I understand," he said.  "But that's why I'm so proud of
myself.  For me to have done that...to you.  I feel like I've
measured up to your standards."

"Sam?  I've brought you some coffee.  Can I come in?"  Neeka
asked mentally from outside the door.

I turned so my wide-open pussy faced the door and called out,
"Come on in."

Bud was startled when the door opened and Neeka walked in
carrying a mug.

Neeka stared at the display I was putting on.

"See what this super-stud did to my poor little pussy?" I asked,
pouting.  "He made my little bitty hole into a great big one. 
I'm ruined for normal-sized men and anything smaller than a
pony."

"Wow!" she said, staring.  Her mouth dropped open.  "He really
did a job on you!  I bet I could get my whole hand in there,
now."

We both looked at Bud.  He looked so proud he might burst any
second.  He lay there unselfconsciously pulling on his cock to
show it off.

I took a sip of coffee.  It was nice and hot.  I rolled the hot
liquid around in my mouth before swallowing it.  Then I leaned
over and kissed the head of Bud's cock.  He held it up for more
attention and I sucked the soft head into my mouth.

The look on his face was priceless.  He didn't jerk away, but his
eyes rolled up and he quit breathing for a few seconds.  I felt a
dollop of cum squirt out on to my tongue and I sucked his cock
hard, trying to siphon more out before I let his cock slip out
from between my lips.

Bud shivered as though he had had a climax.

"Oh damn!" He said, stretching out full-length on the bed.  "That
was intense.  I think you just made me cum again."

"You lie there and recuperate," I said, standing up and shaking
my finger at him.  "I'm going to want some more of that later and
you had better be ready to deliver, young man."

Bud laughed and then rolled over to stare at my pussy some more.

"Can I ask you something?" He said.  "Where does all the cum go?
Other girls always need a towel or have to run to the john."

"It's magic," I said.  Then I rubbed my tummy.  "Really, it's all
right here.  Every drop.  My supernormal abilities don't stop
with the outside.  What's inside is special too.  My metabolism
and my ability to heal are both very fast.  My hand is already
almost completely healed, see?  My sex organs are more efficient
too.  A normal girl's cervix dilates a little when she has sex. 
It also dips down to try to get cum inside the uterus when she
climaxes.  When you and I fuck, my cervix dilates big enough to
let the head of your cock poke up inside my womb and it sucks up
any cum you leave in me.  Then it clamps shut again to trap it
all inside.  You can probably feel some of that going on."

Bud nodded.  Most of what had happened last night had been my sex
organs having their own little party with him without my
conscious mind being invited.

"So all that cum you pumped into me last night will stay right
here for a while.  I can feel it sloshing around inside when I
move.  It's a nice reminder of the fun we had.  After a few hours
it gets absorbed somehow.  I don't understand how, but there is a
lot about this that I haven't figured out yet."

"Thanks," he said.  "The sex-ed stuff we get in Health and PE
doesn't go into much detail.  I knew you'd give me the straight
dope."

"No problem," I said, as Neeka and I headed for the door.  "See
you later."

When we were outside my knees went weak and I leaned on the wall
for support.

"Uh oh," Neeka said.  "I hope you're wrong."

"No shit," I said.  "I didn't think if it until just now. 
Explaining the female reproductive system to Bud brought it to
mind.  With my super-fast metabolism, what if I'm not taking
enough birth-control pills?  Oh, shoot!  What if I'm already
pregnant?"

Both of us rifled through the drawers in my bathroom until we
found what we needed   a pregnancy test kit with a current date.

"Mom is a wonder!" I said.  "She doesn't miss a thing."

I ripped open the package and sat down on the toilet to pee on
the stick.  After the recommended time, the indicator showed a
strong negative.

"Whew!" I said.  "That's a relief."

"I hate to burst your bubble," Neeka told me, "but those things
only work after you have been pregnant long enough to trigger the
test.  That can be up to two weeks."

The stricken look on my face drove her to search for a way to
reassure me.  She picked up my pill dispenser and looked at it.

"Is this the one you're using?" She asked, flipping it over to
read the label on the back.

"Yes." I said.  "It looks like it.  But it looks different than
the one she gave me last week.  That one was kind of peach
colored.  This one is almost orange.  Did she switch them?"

"Maybe.  The pills in this one are 100 micrograms."

"Is that good?"

"Sam, that dose will keep a horse from getting pregnant.  Most
pills today are 20 to 35 micrograms.  50 is considered a high
dose.  It looks like Bambi is more on top of things than we
thought."

"Remind me to do something extra nice for her later."

"Just go tell her you love her."

"That sounds like the voice of authority."

"Yah.  Well, your name did come up a few times last night.  You
know, in between the sex and all."

"Unhunh.  And....?"

"I don't know if I should tell you this."

"Why?  Because it would make me unhappy?"

"Because it would give you a swelled head, ninny!"

"Hunh?"

"That woman thinks the sun rises and sets on you.  She doesn't
use the word much, but when I spoke of you as her 'daughter', her
face lit up like a highbeam headlight on a Harley.  She told me
that every day you find some way to make her life better.  She
said you've made her feel fifteen years younger and happier than
she has been since Ben died.  She probably sits around just
thinking of ways she can help you and try to pay you back for
being in her life.  She's down in the kitchen now, waiting to see
what you would like to eat for breakfast.  I'm supposed to ask,
by the way."

"Gee!"

"I told you it would give you a swelled head."

"Gee!"

"Unhunh.  Now take your horse-pill of hormones, get in the shower
and I'll go tell her you want French toast."

"Hunh?"

"She has a recipe for French toast that she wants to try.  You'll
eat it and like it."

"OK," I said, swallowing the pill and turning on the shower. 
"You're awful pushy today."

"I like your Mom a lot.  She's a lot of fun and she's a great
person.  We got on fantastically last night.  We talked just like
best friends.  I totally kept forgetting it's her house.  I kept
expecting someone to walk in and tell us to be quiet and go to
sleep.

"You know, she told me she's jealous of me because I can read
your mind.  She'd give anything to be able to do that."

"Gee!"

"You hop in the shower and see if you can work on improving your
vocabulary.  I'll be downstairs telling Bambi what a great mother
she is."

The shower felt great.  Even though Bud had done most of the
work, I had taken all of the pounding and the hot water soaked
away the slight soreness very nicely.  Bud's asking about the cum
had made me more aware of the amount of it I had in me.  I flexed
my stomach and felt the extra weight and bulk moving around.  I
wondered if I could get enough cum in me to look a couple of
months pregnant.  I wondered if being pregnant would feel
anything like this.  I wondered about what it would be like to
actually be pregnant; to carry a baby around inside my body; to
have it grow and develop inside me.  It must be an amazing
experience, I thought.  For a moment, I felt disappointed that I
wasn't pregnant.

One day   I promised myself.  One day, I would have the chance to
experience it.  Just not anytime soon.  I had responsibilities
that took precedence over some of the things that I would like to
do and I took those responsibilities very seriously.

I thought back over the things I had done in the last few days. 
So very few!  And I had accomplished so much!  Even if I only
counted the lives I had probably saved, I was a great success as
a superheroine.  Even if I had only saved one person, I could
consider myself a success.  I knew I was still barely an amateur.
 I knew I had a lot of work ahead of me.  I knew I had only begun
to explore and develop my abilities, but it felt very good to
know that in the short time since I had discovered the things I
could do, that I had made a difference.  I had done something
important!  I savored that feeling.  I hugged it to me and
cherished it.  I might never get recognition or kudos or medals
or ribbons or the key to the city or my picture in the paper or
any of the things that we are told are the ways by which the
importance of someone is measured, but I had something far more
valuable than any of that.  I knew I could make a difference. 
Maybe I had told Bud wrong.  Maybe I did walk around all day
feeling 'super'.  Just not in the way he meant it.

When the coffee began to wake me up, I remembered Neeka telling
me how excited she was to discover that she could tap into my
unconscious mind and visit me in my dream.  The memory of my
dreams had begun to fade as soon as my eyes opened, but I
remembered her telling me that she had been able to see what I
was dreaming and even to participate in it.  I remembered asking
her to see if she could 'talk' to me while I was asleep, but it
never occurred to me that she might be talking to my unconscious
mind.  The idea that someone could share my dreams was as
incredible to me as the idea that someone could read my mind was
when it first happened.  I understood why she was excited.  If
there is any validity to the idea that dreams are an indication
of the psychological state of the person, and that they are
loaded with symbolism that the dreaming mind does not recognize,
then having someone who is conscious monitor your dreams would be
incredibly valuable as a tool of psychoanalysis.  I had my own
personal shrink!

I thought about it and decided that there was unlikely to be
anything in my dreams that would be more revealing of my
psychological state than what was available to Neeka from my
conscious mind nor was anything she found in my dreams likely to
come as much of a shock to her.  We might have fun playing with
this, but I could forget my notion of this being Nobel Prize
material.  Convincing any skeptic that it was actually happening
would be impossible to start with.

I got dressed in a pair of stretch shorts so small that they
could have been a bikini bottom and a matching top that molded
itself to my boobs perfectly.  Another excellent example of Mr.
Morton's work.  It made a perfect workout outfit, since I had
complete freedom of movement.  As I admired myself in the mirror,
I thought that the more clothes I wore that he had made for me,
the more I was beginning to appreciate his work.  I had yet to
put on something of his that did not feel great, look great, and
make me feel like I aught to be posing for a photographer or
walking down a fashion show runway.

I tore myself away from the mirror and ran downstairs to get a
bite to eat. 



Bambi's French toast was delicious and I complimented it.

"It's wonderful, thank you.  If you're not careful, you are going
to have the whole neighborhood inviting themselves to eat over
here."

"Well, thank you for the compliment!" She said.  "Is there
something special I can fix you and your friends for dinner
tonight?"

"Oh, I hate to put you to all that trouble!  Please don't feel
that you have to cook for all..." I counted up the attendees plus
the residents in my head, "...eight of us!  Just letting me
invite all these people over to run around and mess up the house
is making enough work for you.  You're already the World's
Greatest Mom.  Please don't strain yourself proving it!"

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized that it was
going to have just the opposite effect of what I had intended.  I
put my fork down with a bite still on it and got my ass up out of
my chair and walked around the table and put my arms around my
Mom and hugged her tight.

"I mean that, Mom.  You are the World's Greatest.  And if I
haven't said it lately, "I love you!".  I am the World's Luckiest
Girl to have a Mom like you.  I am happy to be your daughter.  I
am even happier that it's by choice and not just a circumstance
of birth.  If I get wrapped up in things and forget to say it
often enough, I want you to remember that I mean it and I always
will."

After that, I had to kiss away the tears of joy that ran down her
cheeks.  She pulled me into her lap and we hugged each other.

"Take-out would be great," I said.  "But if you want to cook, how
about making pizza?  That's something fun to make and you won't
spend all day in the kitchen.  We can all help put the toppings
on and everyone can have it the way they like it.  Just   no
onions or anchovies   please.  I want you to know that I
appreciate everything you do.  Neeka and I were upstairs talking
about how thoughtful you are.  You seem to have made her your
friend, too.  She was telling me how wonderful you are and how
thoughtful and how much work you do to try to make me happy.  I
want you to know that all that effort is working.  If I were any
happier, I would explode."

Neeka sent me a mental picture of a wink and a pat on the back
from her.

"Thank you, honey," Mom said.  "I love you too."

"Besides," I said, "you know how much fun we had last weekend,
all us girls together.  Well...you've never met Janice or Jolene
have you?"

"No, honey.  Why?"

"I have an idea," I said, with a devilish grin.

"Uh oh!" Mom said.  

Neeka was already grinning and nodding enthusiastically in
agreement.

"See?  Neeka likes the idea," I told Mom.

"I see I'm being set up for something.  What are you planning?"

"You know how everyone has been saying you can pass for a
teenager?  Well, we'd like to see you do it.  Connie is the only
one who has seen you before, but I'm sure she'll go along.  Neeka
and I will help you pick out something to wear and do your
makeup, otherwise that would be a giveaway."

"You're not serious!"

"Yes, we are," Neeka said.  "You've perfected the 'Mrs. Reynolds'
look so that it is almost a trademark.  Everyone in town knows
you on sight because you wear great clothes and you always look
so fashionable.  Sam and I have seen you out of those clothes and
that makeup and we know you could pass for 19 or 20 easily. 
Maybe even younger, if you can drop the good posture and the
graceful manner."

"Graceful?"

"Yes, Mom.  Graceful.  Also elegant, stylish, chic, well-dressed,
poised, refined and charming.  You are all that.  Everyone says
so.  Everyone!"

"Look," Neeka said.  "She's blushing.  That's great!  You look a
lot younger when you do that!"

"You see?  All you have to do is relax.  Don't worry about
keeping up an appearance.  Just be yourself.  I know there is a
teen in there somewhere, just waiting to come out."

"Won't that be a cruel trick on your friends?"

"Why?  We won't lie to them any more than we have to.  If they
figure it out, then I have some smart friends.  But I bet we get
away with it.  As long as nobody slips up, I bet it takes them a
long time to catch wise."

"I admit; it's tempting. You think I could really pass for 18?"

"Absolutely!  We'll get you all fixed up.  We'll introduce you
just as Bambi.  We'll make a point of calling you that.  If they
ask questions, just try to remember what you were doing and
thinking at 18."

"That's easy   I was thinking about boys...and girls too."

"She's blushing again," Neeka said.  "Bambi, you're so
adorable!"

I looked at Mom to see if she would react to Neeka calling her by
name.  She didn't bat an eye.  I wondered if this was even the
first time.  Surely this was something that had been dealt with
last night.

"You can do this.  It'll be fun.  If you get stuck on anything,
we'll help you out."

"OK, I'll do it.  I may regret it, but I want to try.  It does
sound like fun.  I just hope your friends aren't too mad when
they find out."

"IF they find out.  And if they get mad, then...then...what do
you do if they can't take a joke?"

"Fuck 'em!" Bambi and Neeka said together, giggling.

"OK, we'll get started on your makeover right after lunch," I
said.  "Right now, Neeka and I have to practice."



Neeka must have run over to her house at some point, because she
had her workout clothes hanging in the cabinet.  She changed into
them and we got her padded up before we began practicing our Kung
Fu.

We spent almost an hour going over the things that Master Li had
taught us in class.  After that, we squared off on the mat and
sparred, using the punches and kicks we had learned and
practiced.  Neeka had improved more than I had.  Even allowing
for her natural advantage, she tagged me more than I would have
liked.  I tended to try for the 'one big hit' more than I should
have.  She seemed to rely more on a campaign of attrition to wear
me down and make me mad so I would make a mistake that she could
exploit.

We had been at it for longer than we probably should have, when I
let my guard down and she stepped inside and clopped me in the
head with a padded glove.  My head spun around and I fell to the
mat like a sack of dirty laundry.

"Sam!" she said, dropping to the mat beside me.  "Are you OK?"

"No!" I said.  "I suck.!  You are much better at this than I
am."

"Well that's probably because I'm not pulling my punches.  You've
just been dodging or parrying everything up to now.  You're
hesitating."

"Come with me," I said, climbing to my feet. I led Neeka over to
the heavy bag and got out the padded gloves and gave them to
her.

"Have you tried to hit this thing?" I asked.

"No.  I saw you do it, though.  You barely moved it."

"Try it out."

She put the gloves on and punched the bag.  Nothing happened, as
I expected.

"Damn!  That thing is heavy.  It feels like punching a bus."

"It weighs about that.  Hit it as hard as you possibly can."

She reared back and put her shoulder into a punch that would have
laid out most light heavyweights.  The bag might have moved a
bare millimeter.

"OK, it's heavy.  It's very, very heavy.  I'm not going to read
you here, you obviously want to make a point.  Go ahead."

I took the gloves and I reared back as she had done and I hit the
bag with a loud WHOP!  The bag swung away several inches and then
began to slowly pendulum back and forth.

"Make that stop for me, will you?" I asked.

She leaned out and put a hand on the bag.  Nothing happened,
except her hand moved back and forth with the bag.  She leaned
into the bag and put her shoulder against it.  Her timing was
wrong and it knocked her on her butt.  The slow swinging was not
affected in the slightest.

Neeka got to her feet.

"Point taken.  If you hit me as hard as you hit that bag, I'd be
a greasy spot on the wall, padded or not."

"So I need to get a lot better at pulling my punches but still
striking quickly before I can trust myself to actually try and
hit you with any force behind it."

"Thank you.  I promise not to try to take your head off next time
you drop your guard.  Let's work up to that gradually."

"Good.  Let's take a break before we move on to some
gymnastics."

We sat on the mat with our backs to the wall and rested.  I
noticed that Neeka was staring at the bike, like she couldn't
wait to get back on it.

"You seem more into this than you used to be," I observed. 
"You're more aggressive, more determined, more committed.  What's
up?"

"I know I can never be as strong or as powerful or as fast as
you.  But I realized the other night when I was waiting for you
down by the railroad tracks that I don't have to be.  When those
two hoods came along and tried to hit on me, I realized that I
could probably have dealt with them myself.  I was ready to take
them on before the radio scared them off.  I had the confidence
to do it.

"Before, I was doing this for you, because I wanted to help.  I
was willing to be your driver and your communications link and I
was fine with that.  Now, I think I could be more of a partner. 
I don't have to be as good as you to do that, I just have to be
better than them.  And that's a big difference."

"You've got the bug.  You want to be a crime-fighter."

"You're damn right.  I want to be an ass-kicker and a
name-taker!" she declared.

"Good for you!" I said, catching her enthusiasm, "I'll knock down
the doors and you kick their butts!"

When I had calmed down and Neeka had her breath back, she took
off the pads and we practiced some tumbling.  Then I jumped up
and climbed across the monkey-bars on the ceiling.  While I was
hanging by my toes, I saw Neeka looking up at me.

"Would you like to try this?" I asked.

"Yeah.  But I can't climb that high with the pegs yet."

I dropped to the mat beside her.  I made a basket with my hands
and flexed my knees

"Here.  Step here and I'll boost you up."

She hesitated a second before putting her foot in my hands.  When
I felt her hands on my shoulders, I heaved up with my legs and my
arms.  Neeka went soaring into the air.  At the top of her arc,
she caught hold of the bars and hung there.

"Oh wow!  This looks higher from up here than from down there."

"Don't look down," I told her.  "Keep a tight grip on the bars
and swing from one to the other."

She swung across the ceiling and back, then she tried to pull her
feet up and hook her toes over the bar as I had done.  It took
her a couple of tries and a good bit of swinging of her feet, but
she managed it.  When she let go of the bar and hung head-down,
her loose t-shirt fell down around her head.

"That's a good look," I said.  "You're a chandelier."

She pulled the t-shirt off and threw it at me.  "Just don't stick
a light-bulb in my mouth," she laughed.

When she tried to reach back up to grab the bar her feet were
hanging from, she couldn't make it.  She wasn't strong enough to
pull her weight up from that position.

"Uh, a little help, here?"

"Just let go," I said.  "I'll catch you."

"Oh sure.  What's Plan B?"

I stood directly underneath her and put my arms straight up.  She
reached down as far as she could and stretched out her hands. 
Our fingers were just a few inches apart.

"Can you do a handstand?" I asked.

"On the mat, yes.  I'm not sure about like this."

"Just go as rigid as you can and drop to my hands.  I'll catch
you and take your weight.  If you can't keep the handstand, just
let your legs drop and land on your feet."

"Oh, right.  I don't suppose there is a Plan C?"

"Sure.  You let go and try not to break your neck when you hit
the floor."

"Let's try Plan B."

"I thought you might.  I'm ready when you are."

Neeka stiffened and spread her fingers.  She dropped right into
my hands and I caught her on balance.  We wobbled a little, but
she stayed in a handstand while I lowered my hands to my
shoulders.  A that point, she felt safe enough to drop her feet
to the floor.

"That was great!" she said.  "We should join the circus."

"Check the bus schedule to Sarasota!" I laughed.

"Let's try another."

"OK, here's one the Cheerleading Squad always wanted to do, but
no one was strong enough to do it.  We start off the same way,
but you spin around and stand on my hands."

"Great!"

The mount was a little shaky, but Neeka was soon standing on my
hands with her head twelve feet in the air.

"This is wonderful!  I feel like a giant.  It's easier than I
thought it would be."

"Do you want to try being on the bottom?"

"Right.  No thanks.  Let me work up to that and we'll try it,
though."

"OK, stand still, now.  I want to see if I can do a press."

I lowered her feet to my shoulders and pressed her back up again.
 She only weighed twenty pounds more than me, so it wasn't that
hard.  Balancing her was tricky, though.

We tried several more tricks like that.  She stood on one foot,
then the other.  I tossed her up to the ceiling and caught her
when she dropped back.  She had a lot of fun and I got the
workout I needed while throwing her up in the air.

"One last trick, then we're through," I said.  "Jump up and kick
your feet out in front of you and I'll catch you in my arms. 
You've seen this one, I'm sure."

"Gulp!  OK, here I go."

She dropped right into my hands and I held her like a baby.

"That was fun!"  She said, putting her arms around my neck.. 
"Thanks!"  She kissed me, and when I didn't put her down right
away, she kissed me again.

We were on the mat in each other's arms without even thinking
about it.  She knew exactly where to touch me and exactly when to
do it to make me hot.  In return, I broadcast love on every
brainwave until we melted into a heap of gasping, clutching,
moaning flesh.

Just as we were about to reach the point of no return, I fought
back out of the fugue of arousal and emotion.

"Wait!  Stop!  Ungh!" I moaned.  "This is almost too good.  If we
don't stop now we'll be here all day."

"Yeah," Neeka agreed raggedly.  "We're getting too good at this.
You're getting stronger.  I mean here." She pointed between my
eyes.  "It's so overwhelming.  I can just let go so easily and
feel nothing but you loving me.  It's intoxicating.  I just want
to fall in and sink.  It's like we're one person."

"Positive feedback," I said.  "We'll have to be careful that it
doesn't get out of control."

"What would happen then?"

"I don't know, but I sure want to find out.  Sometime when we
have the time to try it.  Maybe with a spotter to make sure we
don't get completely lost in each other's mind."

"Bambi."

"The perfect choice.  She has a strong voyeuristic streak.  She'd
be flattered to be asked and she'd love being there with us. 
That's partly why I want to try to involve her in the party.  She
deserves to be included."

"When?"

"Oh, heck.  So much to do, so little time.  We'll see."

"I don't want to wait."

"Me neither, love.  Me neither!  Now, c'mon, before I lose my
resolve.  Let's go have lunch and then see about turning Bambi
into a teenager."

After a light lunch of seafood salad on croissants and a green
salad, Neeka and I shared a quick shower up in my room, during
which it was very hard for us to stay out of each other's arms. 
The tension and the temptation were strong, but we stopped at a
few caresses.

Bambi was already in her room laying out clothes when we walked
in.  Most of them were still too nice and too sophisticated but
we didn't say so right off.

We slathered her face with cold cream to remove all traces of
makeup.  We made her take a bath and wash her hair to get the
perm out of it.  While she was in the tub, we put away all the
clothes she had out and then went looking for something
suitable.

When nothing turned up, Neeka ran out the door and down the hall
into one of the guest rooms.  She came back with a pair of denim
shorts that had been cut off and the side seams ripped.  They
were the perfect thing for kicking around the house and something
that 'Mrs. Reynolds' would never wear.

Neeka saw my raised eyebrows and said, "She told me I could stash
some of my stuff over here so I wouldn't have to be running back
and forth all the time.  Some of it is down in the workshop and
some is down the hall."

"Sounds like she wants you to move in."

"Yeah, I got that idea."

"I want you to move in, too."

"Yeah, I know.  I'd really like to, but I need some space. 
You're just too much of a distraction if I'm too close."

"Especially if I'm having an orgasm?"

"Especially then.  I just climax right along with you.  When I'm
at home, it's a big smile and a warm glow.  When I'm any closer,
it's back-cracking, nerve-jangling, eyeball rolling...."

"I get the picture," I said.  "Stop before you get me worked up.
We need a top for her.  Something less distracting than usual." 
I thought for a second, then the perfect thing occurred to me.  I
ran up to Jim's room and stuck my head in.  Jim was lying on the
bed, reading a homework assignment.

"Hey, Jim.  Have you got a football jersey I can borrow?"

"Sure, Sis.  Old?  New?  Dirty?  Local?  Pro?"  He opened his
closet and pointed to a rack that was almost full of football
jerseys.

"What a collection!  Uh.  This is nice."  I pulled out a Dolphin
'away' jersey with number 12 and the name 'Griese' on it.

"Dad got me most of those.  I have an autographed one of those on
the shelf if you would rather wear that.  This one's been washed
a few times and it's starting to fade."

"No, this is perfect.  Thanks.  But I thought he had a different
number when he played with the Dolphins."

Jim looked at me like I had said something dumb.  He smiled and
explained, "This one was his father's."

"Oh!  His father played football too?  That's nice.  But the
jersey's not for me.  You wait and see.  It's a surprise!"

Jim looked puzzled, but he knew better than to press for details.
 He went back to his textbook and I went back downstairs.

Neeka loved the jersey.  While I was gone, she had found a pair
of slip-on deck shoes that looked just comfortable enough.  They
may have been the only flats in the closet.  Everything else in
sight had nothing less than a four-inch heel.

When Bambi came out of the bathroom, we brushed her hair back
into a ponytail.  Then Neeka applied just a touch of blush to her
cheeks and a hint of color to her eyes.  No mascara.  No
eyeliner.  No pencil.  No lipstick.  It was the lipstick that she
had the hardest time giving up.  We gave in as far as letting her
put on a little peach gloss, but that was all.

We put her in the shorts, the shoes and the jersey and sat her in
front of the mirror.

"I look fat," Bambi said.  "This jersey just hangs off me and
makes me look fat."

"Easily fixed," Neeka said.  She took the sides of the jersey and
folded them around the back and pinned them in place with a
safety pin.  

The result was a close fitting midriff that showed about two
inches of skin above her shorts and fit closely around her
breasts.  It made her bust look almost as large as mine.  I saw
that she approved of that.

"It's amazing," Neeka said, looking at Bambi in the mirror.

"It's fantastic," I said.  "We could be sisters."

Bambi stared at the two of us in the mirror.  She went back and
forth, comparing and examining.  Except for the two inches of
height, hair length and my tan, we looked very much alike.  We
weren't twins, or even close to it, but anyone seeing the two of
us together would assume that we were sisters and that we
couldn't be more than two or three years apart in age.

"What do you think?" I asked Neeka.  "Nineteen?"

"At most.  Maybe even eighteen."

"You two are the biggest flatterers!" Bambi said.  "I don't look
that young.  But I am surprised at how much Sam and I look alike.
 I've been very happy with all the comparisons, but I never saw
it myself until now."

"We need another vote," I said.  "Come with me."

I led both of them up one flight and knocked on Jim's door.  I
stuck my head in and said, "Jim, I have a friend I'd like you to
meet.  I let her wear your jersey.  I hope you don't mind."

I opened the door and led Bambi in by the hand.  Jim smiled
broadly at the new girl and dropped the book and jumped off the
bed to greet her.  He stepped right up to her, looked her in the
eye and said, "Mom?  Is that you?"

"Hi, Jim," Bambi said, smiling back.  "Thanks for the loan of the
jersey."

"Oh My God!"  Jim said.  "I don't believe it.  You look...you
look just like the girls at school.  You could walk down the hall
and no one would know you weren't a student.  It is really you
isn't it?  I mean, I know it's you, but...wow.  You're cute!  If
Neeka wasn't here, I would have hit on you."

That last comment got him a swat on the arm from the redhead.  It
was obviously a sincere compliment though and it made Bambi very
happy to hear it.

"Really," Jim said, obviously stunned.  "You don't look any older
than Neeka.  I might not have caught on so quick if Sam wasn't
standing behind you grinning like the cat that swallowed the
canary.  I knew something was up when she came in to borrow my
jersey, but if I passed you in the hall at school or saw you at
the mall I never would have known it was you."

"Do you really think she will pass for nineteen?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," Jim said, enthusiastically.  "Wait a minute.  Pass? 
Pass where?  What are you up to?"

"She's coming to the party.  Janice, Jolene, Connie, Neeka, and
Bambi are going to be hanging out this afternoon.  We're going to
be upstairs on the deck some, while there's still good sun, but
you and Bud can join us down in the family room later if you
think you can keep a straight face."

"It won't take that long," Bambi said.  "Surely they will catch
on in a few minutes."

"We'll see.  I think you'll be surprised."



Connie was the first to arrive, promptly at 3 o'clock.  She left
her small blue Fiat parked next to the curb in front of the house
and walked up the driveway to the front door carrying an
overnight bag.  I saw her craning her neck and looking up at the
house on the way.  I remembered my first walk up to the door and
how impressed I was with the four-story faade.  Even though the
front was intended to impress, I thought the view from the tree
line in the back was much more impressive, where the slope and
the landscaping combined to give the impression that the house
sat on a high hill.  

I opened the door before Connie could ring the bell.  I wanted
her to feel that she was welcome and that I was excited to see
her.  Neeka was downstairs giving Bambi some last-minute tips on
the current music, celebrity, and local gossip topics; so I
greeted Connie by myself.

"Hi, Connie.  Thanks for coming," I said as I showed her in. 
"You didn't have any trouble find the place?"  I wanted to
satisfy my curiosity while we were alone.

"No, not at all.  I've known where this house was for years.  My
uncle used to take us out for Sunday drives and we would go past
the houses of all the important people in town.  He enjoyed
telling us how often each of them would come to his restaurant
and what they usually ordered.  I know where Sheriff Foster
lives, too."

"Oh?  OK, I appreciate the diplomacy, Connie, but I like to be
up-front with my friends, as much as possible.  You obviously
know something about what happened at the restaurant, so let's
clear the air about that, OK?"

"OK.  I wondered if it was a subject I should avoid, or how much
I could talk to you about it.  I tried to ask Uncle Sergio about
it, but he said that the personal business of his customers is
something we never talk about.  You know, he feels very
protective of all his customers, especially the important ones.

"Anyway, I haven't said a word to anyone about this.  Even though
my head was spinning, I remember seeing you and Mrs. Reynolds run
to the restroom right before all the excitement.  You must have
gone out the back, because the next thing I know, you came in the
front and you were all businesslike, so I knew we wouldn't be
having any more fun."  She smiled at me warmly as she said that.
I returned the smile reassuringly.

"I saw you and the Sheriff talking.  You were both very serious
and all.  I was surprised to see you talking to him.  I didn't
remember until later that you became serious before the Sheriff
came in. That meant that whatever your business was started about
the same tine that the Sheriff was attacked by that man in the
parking lot.  Then you came back in and told me to get two more
chairs.  Then all the cops in town converged on our parking lot.
Then the Sheriff came in and sat down and you and he talked.

"When I seated him and his wife at their own table, he looked
over at you and turned pale, like he'd seen a ghost.  I didn't
want to look like I was snooping, so I didn't turn around, but he
asked for another drink right away.  I heard him tell his wife
that this was all confidential just before I went back to the
bar.

"I decided that whatever was going on, you were someone I wanted
to get to know.  I put my name and number in the folder with the
check and hoped that you would call.  I'm sorry I couldn't talk
on the phone.  My mother was standing behind me, listening like
it was any of her business.  You figured that out, though and I
was even more impressed."

"Thank you for keeping all this to yourself," I said.  "I really
appreciate your discretion and your uncle's attitude toward his
customers.  You understand, I can't tell you any more about that
night, other than what you have already figured out.  Something
happened in the parking lot and I had to take care of it.  The
Sheriff was thanking me for helping him.

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask me before we go
downstairs and meet my other guests?"

"Only lots!  First, that night in the restaurant, you did a
pretty convincing 'little girl' act.  Only you're obviously older
than nine or ten.  How old are you, really?"

"Thanks.  How old do you think I look?"

"I'd say...20?"

"You're going by my figure, now.  These do make me look older. 
The truth is   I'm only 18."

"Well, you startled me at first.  I thought you were just
precocious.  Then I thought you would quit when you found out I
wasn't wearing panties, but you just got bolder.  Before I could
figure out what to do about the situation, you had me so turned
on that I would have stripped naked and let you fuck me with a
bread stick right there on the table."

"Oh, wow!  I can see I underestimated you, Connie.  You've got a
much better imagination than I do.  The bread sticks never
occurred to me.  That's it.  You're not leaving now, no matter
what.  I may tie you up and have a contest to see who can do the
kinkiest thing to you."

"I knew I was going to enjoy this.  Is there some place I can
change clothes?"

"I was going to ask about the sundress and the white shoes with
the matching purse.  I did tell you to dress very casual?"

"Yes.  But I had to tell Mama where I was going and when she
found out, she wouldn't let me out the door in shorts and
sneakers.  My other stuff is in the suitcase."

"Well, one of you has very good taste.  Come on downstairs and
meet some of the others first so you can show off that nice
dress.  Bring your bag.  There's a place you can change and
freshen up."

I managed to keep my evil grin in check as I introduced Connie to
Neeka and Bambi without mentioning any background or
relationships.  I did watch Connie carefully to see if she would
recognize Bambi, but she didn't even look at her hard.

"That's a very nice dress, Connie," Bambi said.  "Did you get
that at Caxton's downtown?"

"Yes, I did.  Thanks.  My mother made me wear it.  She thinks
people who live in big houses sit around all day dressed-up.  If
there is a place I can change, I brought something else."

"You can use the bathroom under the stairs.  The light switch is
on the left inside the door."

When Connie had gone to change, Bambi said, "Ouch!  I wasn't
ready for that.  I feel like a stereotype."

"Console yourself with the knowledge that she accepted you as a
peer and felt comfortable enough to make the comment." I told
her.  It was as close to 'get over it' as I felt I could go.  I
hadn't thought about things like that when I set this up, but it
was too late to turn back now.  In "Mrs. Reynolds'" absence I
wondered if there would be any other unfortunate comments.

The doorbell rang and I dashed upstairs.  Jolene and Janice had
arrived.  I thought they had come together, but I saw Jolene's
bicycle in the driveway and I knew it was just coincidence.

"Well, hey!  Come on in.  Everyone else is already here.  We're
all downstairs."

Janice wore a tube-top and shorts, which was what I had on, but
Jolene wore what looked like an oversized nightshirt with moons
and stars all over it.  It was way too big for her and it hung
off one shoulder and came to her knees.  I couldn't decide if it
was supposed to be stylish, if it was really a nightshirt she had
decided to wear, or if this was the newest thing in clubwear. 
She also hadn't brought a bag, so she was going to be stuck with
what she had on for the duration.

"Jolene?" I said.

"Unhunh?"

"What have you got on besides that shirt?"

She blushed and grabbed the hem.  She hesitated and then pulled
it up under her chin.  As I suspected, it was the only item of
clothing she had on and the only thing she brought.

"Jolene, you are a caution!  I know I said you would be getting
naked at some point, but you really came prepared, didn't you?"

"Unhunh.  Do you like it?"

"It's marvelous!  Just the thing to wear to a sleepover.  Now
take it off."

Without batting an eye, Jolene shucked off the night shirt and
handed it to me.  She stood there in the foyer, naked as a
jaybird, and completely unselfconscious about it.  I had to
admire her.  She was determined to be a wild-thing.  Her innocent
looks and child-like personality made her exceptionally
appealing.

I thought seriously about letting her stay nude.  It would
certainly be a great ice-breaker.  I decided that it would be a
distraction from the Bambi-experiment, though.

"Lovely.  Just lovely.  Jolene, you are fantastic.  Save it for
the right time, though.  Here, put this back on."

She seemed almost disappointed that I wasn't going to let her
stay naked.  To placate her, I put my hands on her breasts and
rubbed her nipples until they were puffy enough to be visible
under the shirt.  She put her shoulders back to make her
condition obvious and we went downstairs.

Connie had changed into a pair of short-shorts and a tank-top
that looked like it had shrunk to her figure.  The shirt said,
"The Olive Grove" and had the olive-branch logo of her uncle's
restaurant on it.

Again, I made the introductions and again, no one so much as
raised an eyebrow in Bambi's direction.  Any look she got from
Jolene, Janice or Connie was matched by a look they gave me as
they each tried to guess our relationship.  When we had all made
ourselves comfortable on the big l-shaped couch, the first
question was asked.

Janice said, "Sam, you're trying to trick us, aren't you?" She
looked back and forth from me to Bambi and back.  I was afraid
the jig was up already until she continued, "Why didn't tell us
you had a sister."

"I didn't know she was going to be here." I said, trying to stay
somewhere close to the truth.

"Do you go to another school?" Jolene asked.  "I don't remember
seeing you around.  You must go to Hillmont."

"Actually, I've graduated already," Bambi admitted.  The look she
gave me said she wasn't going to tell an outright lie to keep the
game going.

"You must have skipped a grade, then.  I'd remember you as easily
as I'd remember Sam." Janice said.

"Do you go to college here in town?" Connie asked.  "I went there
for a couple of semesters."

"No," Bambi said.  "I've been thinking about college, but I
hadn't made up my mind."

If she had decided to tell to the truth whenever possible then
something had started her thinking about school.  I knew she had
married Ben right out of High School and hadn't had time for
college before Jim and then Bud had come along.  This was new
information.

"I hope you decide to stay in town," I said.  "I'd miss you
terribly if you went off somewhere."

"I'd miss you too, honey.  I really haven't decided, but I doubt
I'll be going out of town.

"Connie, I understand you're working now.  Are you still going to
school?"

I thought that was a nice deflection of the topic and let Connie
assume that I was the source of the information.  Bambi seemed to
be warming to her role.

Connie said, "My grades weren't what they needed to be.  I wasn't
focused enough on my classes, I guess.  Uncle Sergio suggested
that I help out at the restaurant until I figure out what I want
to do.  The whole family works there, so it's a comfortable thing
to do."

"Are you living at home?" Bambi asked.

"Yes.  I lived in the dorm while I was attending college.  I've
moved back home now.  My family has been very supportive.  We
were close even before my father was killed in a car wreck. 
After that Mama and I moved in with Uncle Sergio and Aunt Rosa."

"It must have been hard for you, living in a dorm after having
such a close family life." I said.

"Yes, that was part of the problem.  I thought I would be OK with
living with a big group of other girls after sharing a house with
eight other family members.  But it turned out to be too much of
a distraction.  Someone was always partying, going out, doing
this, doing that.  I got a taste for partying and I started going
to every one I could.  After a few weeks of that it was hard to
remember what I was there for.  I dropped my courses a month into
the last semester and moved back home.  That was three months
ago."

"Are you going back in the fall?" Janice asked.

"Maybe.  I've got a lot of stuff to get out of my system first. 
That's why I was so happy Sam invited me here.  She seems like a
girl who knows how to party."

Everyone laughed at that.  I didn't know how to take it and I
blushed and looked away.

"You watch out for Sam," Neeka said.  "She knows how to throw a
wild party all right.  I was here for the last one, and it was
something I'll never forget.  You know, she made a bet that she
could get her date's clothes off faster than her brother could
get his date's off?"

"That's wild, all right!  You won, of course.  But you two have a
brother, too?" Connie asked.

"A courtesy title," I explained.  I gave her the short
explanation of how I had come to live with the Reynolds and how
much better the situation was now.

"Mrs. Reynolds has been so good to me," I said, managing not to
look at Bambi.  "I don't know what I would have done if she
hadn't taken me in.  She has done so much for me that I don't
know how I will ever repay her.  I love her dearly."

"She certainly is one of the more prominent people," Connie said.
 "Everyone says she's the most beautiful woman in town.  Everyone
talks about her hair, her clothes, her makeup, as if she were a
movie star.

"Uncle Sergio wanted me to find out if there was some reason she
hadn't been coming to the restaurant as much lately.  He's afraid
business will suffer if people think she is unhappy with the
place.  Is she here?"

"Oh, she's around the house somewhere," I said.  "You may get to
see her later.  She likes to stay out of sight when I have
friends over.  She thinks they might be inhibited if she were to
hang around.  But you can tell Uncle Sergio that the restaurant
is just great.  We have just been eating-in more lately."

"She sounds very considerate," Janice said.  "I know my Mom would
never trust me to have a party like this without feeling like she
had to chaperone."

Neeka spoke up, "The irony is that she's the most wonderful
person once you get to know her.  When she lets her hair down,
she's just one of the girls."

Both Bambi and I gave her a look for that one.  This was getting
too close to the edge.

"Well, I promised everyone some sun," I said, "so lets head up to
the deck and catch some rays while there's still time.  I'll put
some towels on the dumbwaiter."

"I'll get some sodas and ice from the kitchen," Bambi said.

Neeka showed the rest to the elevator while Bambi and I stayed
behind.  When everyone else was out of earshot, she said, "Well,
that tears it.  We can't let them know who I am now.  It would be
too embarrassing after everything they said.  I'd swear you put
them up to that."

"Nope.  And every word was true.  Yes, Neeka and I took
advantage.  But we both meant it.  We're not trying to embarrass
you.  But it does look like you are going to be stuck with 'Bambi
Kramer' for the duration."

"Flattery aside, I admit that I'm having a great time.  Your
friends are all wonderful.  I'd hate to hurt any of them."

"What to you think of Jolene?"

"She's darling!  That nightshirt is a great idea for a casual
party dress.  I wish I'd thought of it."

So Jolene was officially 'stylish'.  I was going to have to find
a way to let her know that she had been praised so highly.

"It gets better," I said, smiling.  "That nightshirt is the only
thing she has on or brought.  And she's prepared to lose it at
any time."

"A girl after my own heart," Bambi said.  "Jolene and I need to
talk.  Maybe she will let me do her hair?"

"We'll see.  Now let's hurry upstairs."



Even though we took the stairs, we all arrived together.  Neeka
had apparently given our guests the ten-cent tour of the house
before leading them to the elevator to the fourth floor.

"This is a beautiful house!" Janice said.  "And a deck on the
roof!  This is marvelous!"

"It has the advantage of never being in the shade," I said. 
"You'd think it would be too hot up here, but the breeze keeps
you cool."

"Look!  A spa!" Jolene said.

"Yes, it's very relaxing to come up here after it's cooled off
and sit in there.  Maybe we can try it out later."

"Mr. And Mrs. Reynolds must have put a lot of thought into this
house," Connie said.  "Everything is just perfect.  That
downstairs bathroom is huge!"

"That's the small one," I said.  "You should see the one in my
room.  Or Mrs. Reynolds' room.  The bathtub in there is almost as
big as that spa."

"The only thing it doesn't have is a pool," Neeka said.  "I
understand they planned one, but never got around to building
it."

Bambi looked like she wanted to speak up, but she couldn't admit
to knowing anything about the house or the plans of the owners
without blowing her cover.

I decided it was time for a change of subject, so I passed out
the towels and everyone claimed a lounge chair.  There was an
awkward moment when everyone hesitated to see how much skin
everyone else was prepared to expose to the sun.  I had an easy
solution to that.

"Jolene?  Give me that shirt."

I think Jolene beat Neeka's record for getting naked.  I caught
the nightshirt before it sailed in the wind and flew off the roof
and put it on the dumbwaiter so it wouldn't get lost.

With Jolene setting the standard, everyone else peeled off as
well.  Neeka helped Bambi with the safety pin and we were all
shortly stretched out bare-assed in the afternoon sun.  Since we
were all doing it, everyone looked comfortable.

"I brought some lotion if anybody needs some," Neeka said,
holding up a bottle.  "If I get too much sun, I turn into a
lobster.  It's the redhead's curse."

"Oooo, me!  Me!" Connie said.  "I don't get many chances to
sunbathe all over like this.  I'm afraid I'll burn."

"OK," Neeka said.  "I'll do you, if you do me."

I was instantly jealous of Neeka for thinking of that before I
did.  But she had a good excuse.  I already had the best tan and
could hardly have claimed to need sunscreen.

"Down, girl," she thought at me.  "Your time will cum.  Ha, ha! 
Get it?"

Neeka managed to turn applying the lotion to Connie into an
erotic event.  She massaged it in much more thoroughly than
necessary and into places where the sun never shone.  Connie made
no complaints about Neeka's roaming hands and even began to
respond to her caresses by making little sounds of enjoyment.

Conversation lagged while this display was going on.  Everyone
watched and tried to empathize with Connie as she was slathered
in suntan lotion.

When Neeka was finished, Connie had a big smile on her face, a
pair of very puffy nipples, and a head to toe coating of SPF 15.
Her audience would have applauded, but most of us were suffering
from rapid breathing and a certain amount of sexual tension.

My room was the closest, so as the second application of lotion
began, I ran down to my room and brought back a bottle of lotion
and one of tanning oil.

I handed the lotion to Jolene and the oil to Janice and waited to
see what would happen.

Without hesitation, Jolene went to Bambi and squirted a glob of
lotion on her back before starting to spread it around with her
hands.  Jolene looked like a kid using finger-paints   sloppy but
enthusiastic.  Bambi looked at me with a grin as she lay down to
enjoy being the canvas for Jolene's artistic exuberance.  

Janice offered me the oil and I poured a handful.  She turned her
back and I pulled her hair out of the way before I started to
apply it.  I went over her shoulders and her arms and then down
her spine to the top of her ass.  She hung her head forward and
closed her eyes.  I went up her sides with both hands and she
leaned back against me and turned her head toward my face so I
could kiss her.

I did, softly, and reached around and rubbed the oil across her
stomach and under her breasts.  Cupping my hands I slid them over
her breasts, feeling the hard nipples scrape across my palms. 
She moaned into my mouth and flicked her tongue against my lips.

"You're hot today," I whispered to her.

"I've been thinking about this for days," she said.  "I'm burning
up."

"Show us all how hot you are," I suggested.  "Swing your legs
over the lounger and straddle it."

She did as I said.  Now her legs were open and she was facing the
rest of the girls.  I tweaked her nipples and then told her,
"Everyone seems to be occupied.  I want you to get their
attention.  I want you to give them a show.  Make yourself cum,
but do it without touching your clit."

The look she gave me was at once a plea and an accusation.  She
was desperate for relief, but the prospect of putting on a show
for everyone obviously excited her.  She started off by stroking
her stomach to get some oil on her hands.  I helped her out by
drizzling oil all over her breasts.

"Ooooo!" She said, rubbing the oil over her chest.  I applied too
much and it started to run down her stomach.  It filled her navel
and overflowed it.  A small stream ran over her mound and between
her lips.

"Unnnnngggghh!  It's dripping off my clit!" she said, loudly.  

Heads turned to see what was going on.  Four pairs of eyes
watched the small rivulet of oil run over Janice's clit and drip
across her labia.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Ohhhh, yessss!" she hissed.

"Remember, you can't touch your clit!"

My restatement of the rule got everyone's ears perked up.  They
all knew there was a game underway now and they all knew me well
enough to want to watch.

Now that she had her audience, Janice really got worked up.  She
grabbed her oily labial lips and rubbed them together, skirting
the rule and giving her some illicit clitoral stimulation.  She
moaned at the sensation and then pulled her lips apart to give
everyone a view of her slick opening.  She tilted her hips back
and let the oil run into her pussy.

The sight of oil running into her made my own pussy squirm in
sympathy.  I aimed another squirt of oil at her navel and
everyone watched as it flowed over her growing little bud and
flowed into her vagina. 

Janice said, "Aaaaaaaaah!" as she felt the slippery stuff coat
her insides.  I saw her flex her stomach muscles as she tried to
churn the oil around deep in her pussy.  Her vaginal muscles
contracted in response and a stream of oil ran out of her pussy
and down to her other hole.  When Janice felt the oil tickling
her hole, she quickly pulled her butt-cheeks apart and stretched
herself open so the oil could trickle inside there as well.

When both holes were slick, she reached down behind her butt to
get to her pussy.  She pushed one finger inside, then another. 
Then she started fucking herself with her fingers and at the same
time squeezing her breasts and pulling her nipples with her other
hand.

"Put your thumb in your ass," I told her.

She obeyed eagerly.  With her fingers in both holes, she squirmed
around on the lounge chair like she was having the time of her
life.  With her feet on the deck, straddling the chair, she
lifted her butt into the air as though she were begging to be
fucked harder by her own hand.  Her eyes were closed and she had
forgotten her audience in her rapidly mounting arousal.

The audience couldn't have been more attentive.  Everyone was
watching Janice.  I saw Connie mouthing silent encouragement. 
Neeka was licking her lips like she was looking at the most
delicious ice-cream sundae she had ever seen and she couldn't
wait to have a taste.  Jolene was lying fully prone on Bambi's
back and rubbing her body in the lotion she had applied.

Bambi had lain down on the lounger to better support Jolene's
weight.  She had pulled back the towel under her and spread the
elastic slats of the chair apart.  Through the opening she had
squeezed her large, firm breasts.  They bulged out obscenely
through the narrow opening and her nipples rubbed on the wooden
deck planks as they swung slightly in response to Jolene's
movements.  The look on Bambi's face was just as hot as Janice's
as Jolene humped her butt and her sensitive nipples chafed across
the wooden plank.

I was torn between which spectacle to watch:  Janice, who was
ramming her fingers into both holes and quickly bringing herself
to a crescendo of heat; Connie and Neeka, who were almost
drooling over Janice and had begun to grind against each other,
or Jolene trying to push her clit into the crack of Bambi's ass
and managing to drive Bambi into a frenzy at the same time.

I settled for massaging my own breasts, rolling my oily nipples
between my fingers and watching my own rosy clit fight its way
out of the covering hood to stand boldly naked in the warm
sunshine.

I don't really know ho long we went on like this.  I would close
my eyes for a while to savor my own arousal and each time I
opened them again there would be a change in who was doing what
to whom and who was enjoying it more.

Connie and Neeka abandoned voyeurism in favor of exploring their
own oral gratification.  Their 69 position kept flipping as one
and then the other would rotate to the top.

Bambi extracted her breasts from their imprisonment and Jolene
apologized for their abuse by licking and sucking them as eagerly
as she had done mine in the basement of the classroom building.

Even Janice found a way to prolong what I had thought would be a
skyrocket rise to climax.  She turned over and put her head
between my legs and licked my pussy for me.  She was giving
tit-for-tat, though, because she avoided my clit completely.  She
concentrated instead on lapping up the juice as it flowed out of
me and coated my labia.  Janice sucked my inner lips into her
mouth and flicked her tongue between them.  She sucked on them
mercilessly and I felt my flesh swell inside her mouth.

Even though she was avoiding my stiff clit, her nose bumped into
it occasionally and I would make a short squeaking sound as the
pulse of pleasure raced through me.

Ultimately, the tension became too much for Janice.  She took her
tongue out of my pussy and crawled up my body until we were nose
to nose.  At first I thought she wanted to kiss, but instead she
hissed, "I can't take it anymore.  I'm dying.  I have to cum.  My
clit is so hard I feel like it's going to split in two. 
Please!"

I took pity on Janice, who was clearly in a bad way.  I sat up
and slid my leg over hers so our pussies could kiss.  When she
felt our clits bump into each other, she immediately started
grinding them together, saying, "Oh Yes!  Thank you!  Thank you!
Oh God!  I'm going to cum!"

Her prediction of an imminent climax proved optimistic.  It was
several more minutes of even greater arousal before she reached
her peak.  By that time she had managed to infect me with her
heat and I was close to a major orgasm as well.  We held onto
each other's arms to pull ourselves together and looked right
into each other's eyes as we came closer and closer to climaxing.
 There is nothing hotter than watching someone else who's about
to cum from close up.  I could feel her get closer and closer,
and it just carried me along, too.

At a certain point, we could both tell that the other was about
to cum, and we just grabbed hold and hugged together as hard as
we could.  We both peaked at exactly the same instant and we both
cried out in a harmonious shriek of lust and ecstasy.

Even as Janice's voice was echoing in one ear, I heard Neeka
cumming a few feet away.  Shortly afterward, I heard Connie add
her voice to the chorus.  

Jolene and Bambi were only a few seconds late, but they seemed to
be having the best time of any of us.  Bambi was shaking like a
leaf in a hurricane she was cumming so hard.  Jolene had tears
streaming down her face and she was trying to scream, but all
that would come out was a high-pitched "EEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I wanted to ask what they had been doing to make each other cum
that hard, but I was too blown away by my own climax to do
anything but hold onto Janice and pant to catch my breath. 
Everyone held onto their partner and coasted down the other side
of the hill.  Eventually, I was able to relax enough to let go of
Janice and lean back in the chair.  She came with me and lay on
top of me with her head pillowed between my breasts.

Everyone else had sort of collapsed into a heap as well. 
Shortly, we were all grins and giggles as the mutual afterglow
set in.

"Holy Moly!" Connie said.  "That's a great way to get a party
started.  That was wonderful!  I don't remember the last time I
came that intensely.  And I've never been in a group where
everyone came together like that!  I was about to cum.  Neeka was
already cumming.  Then Sam and Janice came together and Neeka
just lost her mind.  She took off again and I went right along
with her.  That was amazing!"

Neeka grinned and gave me what was supposed to be a sly look.  I
giggled because her grin was lopsided and she was too wasted from
experiencing two simultaneous orgasms   hers and then mine
through our telepathic link.  Her sly look was a miserable
failure too, but the intensity of the memory that she sent to me
was almost enough to knock me out.

"Sam's not through yet," I heard Janice say.  I was too busy
reliving Neeka's climax to answer her.  I just lay there, smiling
and twitching as already saturated nerves were jolted one more
time.

When Neeka quit, I was as limp as a rag doll and smiling so
broadly that my back-teeth were showing.  The others were in
mostly the same shape as I was.  No one had much energy left and
what movement there was consisted of casual stroking and
cuddling.

Bambi was the first to be able to get to her feet.  I suppose she
was driven by a need to play hostess, because the first thing she
did was to get Jolene a soft drink from the small cooler we had
loaded onto the dumbwaiter.  She then went around taking drink
orders from everyone else.

"What, no beer?" Connie said, when given her choice of beverage.

"No," Bambi told her, "not today.  Alcohol would just dull your
senses and make you sleepy in addition to loosening your
inhibitions.  I think you want your senses sharp and awake and I
think you have already shed any inhibitions you night have had
when you arrived.

"Besides, you already look inebriated to me.  Or do you need
another dose so soon?"

"I can always take another dose of that!" Connie giggled.

"Oh, oh!" Janice said.  "I think someone needs the BumbleBee!"

"BumbleBee!  BumbeBee!" Jolene chanted, clapping her hands.

"What's a BumbeBee?" Connie asked.

"It's something that Sam showed Jolene and me," Janice said.  If
you haven't cum enough to be drunk from it, this will put you
under."

"Yeah, Sam," Jolene said, "Show her the BumbleBee.  I want to
watch this."

"I'm too pooped," I said.  "But Bambi does it the best.  Connie,
maybe if you ask real nice, she will show you."

Connie looked up at Bambi and said, "Please?  I'm curious."

"I should have you sign a waiver," Bambi said.  "In case your
health is not up to it.  You don't have a heart condition, do
you?  Any tendency to fainting spells?  No?  Well, someone get a
towel to use to muffle her screams.  We don't want the neighbors
calling the cops.  We might get hauled off to jail   handcuffed
and naked."

"Now there's an idea," I said, putting my hands behind my back. 
"Handcuff me.  Throw me in a cell with ten horny desperadoes
who've been cooped up for months with no women."

"Hush."  Neeka said.  "You're making me hot again.  I'd like to
see you tied up and thrown to the wolves."  She giggled.  "Poor
wolves!"

Janice picked up a towel and folded it into a pad to hold over
Connie's mouth.  She and Neeka traded places.

Connie saw Janice kneel beside her and a questioning look and
then one of alarm crept across her face.  "You're not serious?"
She asked.

Janice nodded.  "We'll probably need to hold you down so you
don't hurt yourself, too.  Now just relax and enjoy it."

Connie looked like she was already regretting opening her mouth
in the first place.  "Maybe..." She started to say before she was
interrupted by Jolene.

"Really, you've got to try it," Jolene said reassuringly, as she
took hold of Connie's arm and pinned her to the chair.  "Janice
and I have both done it and it's the most intense experience you
can imagine."

"Really?"  Connie said, in a squeak of near panic.

"Just spread your legs for me, honey," Bambi said.

Connie reluctantly complied.  Her look of terror quickly drained
from her face, to be replaced by one of anticipation and
sensuality as Bambi started slowly kissing her way up Connie's
thigh.  Janice and Jolene each licked a nipple and stroked
Connie's abdomen with a free hand.

Neeka and I jumped in too.  We each took a leg and pulled them
apart to give Bambi free access to Connie, without having to
worry about getting her head caught in a scissors-lock.

Bambi brushed her lips across Connie's pussy lips and flicked out
her quick little tongue as her mouth passed over Connie's clit. 
She kept on teasing until Connie's clit had poked its head out
from under a fold of skin and presented itself for inspection. 
Bambi closed her lips around Connie's clit and sucked on it to
work some more blood into the small piece of flesh.

Connie cried out sharply in surprise and pleasure in response to
this treatment.  She tried to close her legs, but Neeka and I
held firm and stroked the inside of her thighs until she relaxed
them again.

Bambi continued to work on Connie's clit until it was standing
well up from her pussy.  She licked and teased it until Connie
was nearly delirious with the tension of being so aroused and so
hard and not being made to cum.

Connie flailed her head back and forth in a fit of heat.  She
tried to squirm and writhe, but the four of us held her firmly in
place.

"Oh, Yes!  Oh, God!  OH!  DAMN! OOOOOooooo," Connie said.  "Oh,
you're making me CRAZY!  OH!  Oh, please! 
Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!"

It wasn't clear if she was begging for release or a continuation
of the ecstatic torment.  Either way, Bambi was relentless.

I started to get very turned on just from watching.  We were all
showing signs of reawakening arousal.  I saw Bambi fondling her
own boobs with one hand while she worked on Connie, so I know it
was affecting her as well.

I looked across Bambi's shoulders at Neeka.  She stared back with
a feral look of lust.  I tried to put all my sexual tension into
a psychic message and then mentally hit Send.  Neeka stiffened
and I saw her eyes go wide as she prepared to do the same to me.

After a couple more exchanges, we were grinning and leering at
each other while we batted a rapidly growing ball of sexual
energy back and forth between us.  I quickly lost track of
whether I was sending or receiving, as the feedback became a
continuous rolling wave of heat and excitement.  

We were so wrapped up in driving each other wild with just our
thoughts that I missed when Connie started her orgasm.  I looked
down and Bambi had already started doing the BumbleBee to
Connie's swollen clit.  Her rapidly flicking tongue beat against
Connie's clit so fast that it looked like a speed-bag being
attacked by a world-class welterweight.

Bambi kept going until I felt Connie stiffen and every muscle in
her body go rigid.  When she went limp, Bambi stopped flicking
and tenderly kissed Connie's clit, as if in apology for abusing
it so much.

Bambi might have finished, but Neeka and I were still locked in a
fierce mental duel to see which of us could make the other cum
first and hardest.  If I had thought about it, I would have
laughed.  There could be no winner of any such contest.  As soon
as I came, she would climax as well, and since she was so focused
on sending her feelings to me, I would suffer the same wonderful
fate.  This close together, it would be simultaneous.

Bambi pulled Connie's legs from us and pressed them together. 
She must have seen what was happening to us, because she gasped
and then sat back to watch   rubbing her pussy while she did.  I
don't know if she thought she could synchronize with us or if she
was just entranced by what was happening.

At least Bambi could guess what was going on.  Janice and Jolene
were totally perplexed.  From their perspective, Neeka and I were
making love to each other just by staring.  Nevertheless, they
watched with growing interest and awe that we could be so into
each other that we could make each other this hot without so much
as a touch.

I thought about this only afterward, of course, Neeka and I were
beyond the reach of the physical world.  We were totally in each
other's mind, feeding into each other the most intensely erotic
images and feelings we could drag up from the most primitive
parts of our brains.

The echoing and re-echoing and continuous building of fever-pitch
arousal could not last long.  We were spiraling toward a mutual
climax that both of us treasured, relished, and feared, all at
the same time.  We had wanted a referee for this, and we had
three.  If we crashed and burned, there would be someone around
to haul us to the loony bin.

The ultimate instant came quicker than either of expected.  The
last fierce blast of fiery white heat threw us into each other's
arms and into a new world of shared rapture.  As we had fed each
other the fuel that kindled the flame that ignited the torch that
lit the fuse that detonated the bomb that was now exploding in
our heads, we also poured our bliss into each other as well.  Our
incredible joy flared into an incandescent star that sent us
tumbling off into the void.

I suspect that we passed out at that point.  If so, it was a
shared blackout.  I felt Neeka's presence the whole time and was
reassured that whatever happened, I would not be alone.

The journey back to consciousness was like rising to the surface
after a deep dive in the ocean.  There was a sense of buoyancy
and of increasing brightness until we both broke through into the
world again.

Janice, Jolene and Bambi had apparently carried us to separate
lounges and laid us out to wait for us to recover.  It must not
have been all that long, because Connie was still out of it when
we woke up.

"Are you all right?" Jolene asked in a concerned tone.

"Yes," we both answered together.  "Never better," again, in
perfect synchronization.

I looked at my hand.  It seemed smaller than I remembered it.  My
breasts seemed huge to me.  The skin on my arms was tan and clear
of the familiar freckles.  I looked at Neeka and she appeared to
be having the same disorientation.  Each of us had experienced so
much of the other's point of view that we were momentarily
unsettled to find ourselves in an unfamiliar body.

I knew I was Sam, and this was Sam's body, but I was also Neeka,
with Neeka's feelings and senses and memories.  I had a sudden
flash of recollection, of another life, another family, another
me.  As I tried to assimilate the memories into my own, to
correlate them with who I was and what I already knew, they
seemed to fade away, like a dream on wakening, until I was left
with just the memories of memories, the echo of an echo.  

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever experienced.  For a
brief moment, I had shared the soul of another person.  I had
been Neeka.  I had known what she knew, felt what she felt,
thought what she thought.  The experience of a shared existence
dwarfed the experience of a shared orgasm.  For a second, I felt
alone, but only for a second.  Then I felt a warm embrace and a
whisper in my mind, "Never."  With that whisper, the feeling of
sharing came rushing back.  The awareness of another mind, of
another consciousness overlapping my own returned.

I turned to look at Neeka and I immediately knew that the mental
link we shared had widened greatly.  I seemed to be able to see
her thoughts as clearly as my own.  If I concentrated, I could
feel her body, her breathing, her heart beating beneath her
breast.

I smiled and felt happy to have a wonderful friend like her.  My
happiness became hers and hers mine.  We must have looked like
two fools, sitting and grinning at each other like that.  When we
both laughed together, the image must have been complete.

It was almost painful to pull away from each other, but we both
agreed that it wouldn't be fair to our friends to ignore them and
we deliberately turned away from further sharing.  "Until later,"
we promised and pledged.

"Can I ask what that was all about?" Bambi said.

I was about to tell her about the sharing when Jolene asked,
"Yeah.  You two did to each other what Bambi did to Connie, but
you did it just by looking.  What's up with that?"

"And how can we do it too!" Janice asked.

"We were just on the same wavelength," Neeka said.  I had been
about to say that, hadn't I?

"We just knew what the other was thinking," I said.  "And knowing
turned us on more and more until...Boom!"

Bambi looked at us with her mouth open.  Janice and Jolene would
take what I said figuratively, but Bambi knew I was stating the
bare facts.  She goggled at us as the implications of a mental
link to sharing arousal and orgasm hit home.

I nodded at her as though I could read her mind and she snapped
her jaw shut, momentarily considering that I might be able to do
just that.

I shook my head, 'no', to reassure her, but she again assumed
that I was in her head and her mouth fell open again.

"Frightening, isn't it?" I asked her, wiggling my eyebrows
ominously.

She laughed at that.  Seeing my exaggerated facial expression
reminded her that there were other ways to tell what someone is
thinking without any special mental powers other than basic
empathy.

Connie began to stir, so we got her sitting up and gave her a
cool drink.

"Oooooo.  What happened?" She asked.  "I was...you were...then
I...Whoa!  That was amazing!"  She shook her head to clear it and
looked up at Bambi, who was standing by her to make sure there
were no ill effects.  "I think I'm in love," she said with a
giggle. 

Bambi sat down next to Connie and leaned over to kiss her.  I
thought it was just going to be a peck, to thank her for the nice
comment, but Connie seemed to be getting into it.  I took
Connie's drink from her hand and her arms went immediately around
Bambi.  The two of them kissed for what seemed a very long time.
It was so intense and they were so into it that the rest of us
just watched quietly and waited.

When they finally came up for air, Connie dropped back against
the chair-back and said, "Oh, gee!  Bambi, you're marvelous!  You
have skills, girl!  I've been screwed with less emotional
involvement than you kiss.  I apologize for suggesting that beer
be served.  I have been going to all the wrong parties!"  To the
rest of us, she said, "She has the most talented tongue I've ever
met." 

I was about to voice my agreement on Bambi's superlative skills,
when Jolene said, "You're right about that!  She just about made
me cum from kissing her.  I thought I was in heaven the whole
time."

Bambi blushed a very rosy color from hearing all the compliments.
 It looked like she was being nominated for Belle of the Ball at
a party that she had wandered into by accident.

I told her, "See what happens when you let your hair down, relax,
and just be yourself?"  The 'be yourself' comment was supposed to
remind her that she wasn't here in disguise, but as her 'real'
self.

"You're right, Sam," she said.  "I need to let my hair down more
often.  Thank you for inviting me to your party and letting me
meet your friends."

"You're very welcome," I said.  "Now I think it's time we paid
you back.  I have an announcement to make to everyone about
Bambi."  I paused to let Bambi draw the wrong conclusion.  "Her
breasts are extremely sensitive.  She loves to have them played
with.  And she is at least one good cum behind everyone else."

No further suggestions were needed.  Everyone converged on Bambi
and practically smothered her with affection.  We used the same
gang-tackle approach on her than we used on Connie, except that I
took her place and Connie took mine.

Janice and Jolene seemed to have just as much fun with Bambi's
breasts as they had with mine.  Maybe even more, since Bambi was
so responsive to their attention and more vocal in her
appreciation.

I tried my best to copy her technique and apply it to her, but I
only managed to make her climax three times.  I never could get
her to the point of fainting from the sensory overload.  It was
probably because her attention was so divided between what I was
doing to her clit and what Janice and Jolene were doing to each
of her breasts.  I suppose it didn't really matter.  By her third
climax, she was so wasted that she was hardly able to move.  She
just lay there with her head rolling loosely and a satiated
expression on her face.

By this time only Janice and Jolene had not been sexually
exhausted.  When I pointed this out to them, they eagerly got
down on the deck with each other to try and catch up.  Connie,
Neeka and I got down with them and helped out where we could and
Bambi voiced encouragement and suggestions from her horizontal
position, as she was able.  With all of our assistance, it wasn't
long before they were drained of any remaining sexual tension as
well.  

Since we were all so weak and exhausted, we didn't bother trying
to climb back onto separate chairs, we just pulled a pile of
cushions and towels together on the deck and collapsed into a
pile of bodies.  We were lying in such a tangled heap that I felt
someone stroking me in a couple of places and I was doing the
same to someone else, but I had no idea either the giver or the
receiver was   nor did it really matter.

We had all had multiple climaxes, and those of us who needed them
had had naps as well, so we just lay there and rested up until we
could manage to work up the energy to do it again.  

One by one, each of us would feel up to it, and the rest would
oblige as a group.  With five other people working on you, it's
remarkable how quickly you can have an orgasm.  After you've
already cum more times than you can remember, it gets easier and
easier to get off.  

I remembered that Bud had told me how lucky girls were to be able
to cum over and over again, while boys had to wait to recharge. 
It seemed to me that nature must have intended girls to make love
to girls for recreation and to boys for procreation, since girls
needed less and less time between orgasms while boys needed
longer and longer recovery periods.

Our recovery periods were getting so short that one of us was
always cumming.  This made it easier for the rest of us, since
girls are cooperative by nature and we were all willing to share
the experience with each other.  Whenever one of us would start
to moan or pant or otherwise indicate our willingness to engage
in another climax, we would shift around and slide over each
other to make that person the focal point.  This system broke
down as soon as Neeka and I came together, and after that it was
a free-for-all, with everyone stroking, fondling, kissing,
sucking, licking or nibbling continuously on whatever part of
whoever they could reach.  It didn't matter if they had just cum,
you kept on doing whatever you were doing and in another few
minutes, they would cum again.

I had never been as saturated with girl-juice before.  It was all
over my mouth, my hands, and most other parts of my body.  My
pussy and my thighs and my butt were covered, as was whoever's
hand that was that was inside me at the moment.  It mixed with
the oil and the lotion and made a slippery coating all over
everyone.  I felt like a noodle in a bowl of spaghetti.  It was
glorious!

I was in such an orgasmic haze that I didn't notice at first that
the afternoon breeze had turned cool and the parts of me that
were exposed to the air were getting chilly.  I would have been
content to lie there and lick the clit in front of my mouth
forever if Jolene hadn't spoken up.

"Guys?  My ass is cold," she said in a pitiful voice.

For some reason this struck everyone as hilarious.  In a matter
of seconds, we were all giggling madly and squirming to try to
get underneath each other to stay warm.  Jolene must have
percolated to the top of the pile again because she complained
again, "OK, my ass is still cold.  I'm going to go get in the
spa."

She slid off the pile and walked unsteadily toward the spa.  I
watched her push up on the cover and squirm up on the edge.  With
her head under the cover and her naked ass wiggling in the
breeze, she looked like she was being eaten alive.  I was torn
between laughing at her predicament and being afraid she would
fall in and drown.

Bambi must have seen her too, because she crawled out from under
me (I had honestly thought it was Janice I was licking) and went
to help her.  Since I had lost my pacifier, I went too.  Between
us we got the top off Jolene and folded back against the wall. 
Bambi touched a couple of controls and the spa motor came to life
and the water started to bubble and swirl.  It must have sounded
inviting, because a line quickly formed to climb in.

We wiped as much oil off of each girl as we could and then did
each other before we climbed into the water.  I was surprised
that it was already nice and warm.  It felt wonderful.  The spa
was so big that even with all six of us in it, it wasn't really
crowded.  Of course, the first thing we did after we got warmed
up was to come back together again into a friendly clump of
bodies so we could continue to cuddle each other.

The level of friendliness and familiarity among us had gone off
the scale over the past few hours.  If I wasn't holding someone
or someone wasn't holding me, I felt like something was wrong. 
If I drifted close enough to someone, I kissed them.  It was just
the thing to do.

We had just got comfortable in the spa when my stomach started
growling.  I had already been thinking of us as a large tureen of
girl-soup, but now I had to face the fact that my food-analogies
were all a side-effect of my growing hunger.

"I hate to bring this up," I said, "but am I the only one who's
hungry?"

"Oh, me too!" Neeka said.  Everyone else chimed in and it was
obvious that food would be the next item on the agenda.

"We have pizza makings down in the kitchen," Bambi said. 
"Pre-made crusts, sauce, cheese, pepperoni, olives, sausage, and
no anchovies."

"No anchovies?" Connie wailed.

"Blame Sam," she said.  "She vetoed the anchovies."

Connie took revenge on me by trying to pinch my butt.  I had to
scramble out of the spa to avoid her.

We all shared the few clean towels and got dressed again, even
Jolene, who seemed to have developed a preference for nudity
reluctantly pulled on her nightshirt.

"Think of it as 'dressing for dinner'," I told her.  "You'll be
taking it off again later."  She cheered right up.

I led the way down to the kitchen and started pulling things out
of the fridge while Bambi turned on the oven and Neeka got out
the sauce and opened the crusts.  Connie hunted through the
cabinets and assembled a collection of spices.  She seemed to be
looking for something specific.

"I know you have some," she said, "you can't make a real pizza
without them."  She rooted in the back of the cupboard and pulled
out a glass jar.  "Here it is!  Caraway seeds.  The essential
ingredient."

I looked at Bambi to see if she knew what a caraway seed was. 
She shrugged and shook her head.  

Connie said, "I've made lots of pizzas.  Please, let me do these.
 You tell me what you want and I'll make them."

There was a general agreement that we should let the expert among
us build our pizzas.  We decided on four pies   cheese,
pepperoni, sausage, and a combination.

Connie showed us how to paint the sauce on the crust so it
wouldn't be too soggy, how to add the spices to the sauce so the
moisture would bring out the flavor, exactly how many caraway
seeds to add, how much cheese, and what order to add the toppings
so they wouldn't dry out or burn.  I had no idea there was so
much to know about making a pizza, but when they were finished
and ready for the oven, they looked great.

We didn't have a stone to cook them on, so Connie made do with a
flat-bottomed pan and some corn meal.  She explained how the corn
meal would char, but the crust would get crisp in the hot oven
and the pizzas would be ready in just fifteen minutes.

When we were ready to cook them, Bambi asked, "Would you mind if
Bud and Jim had some too?  I know the smell of the pizza will
drive them crazy and they've been very considerate and left us
alone all afternoon.  Besides, we have plenty of food."

No one objected, and Jolene and Neeka were very much in favor of
inviting their guys to join us.  

I think Bambi assumed that I would do the honors and run upstairs
to fetch the boys.  I surprised her when I turned to Jolene.

"Would you run upstairs and ask them to join us?  Their rooms are
the second and third doors on the right on the third floor.  If
you get lost, just open all the doors until you find them."

"OK!" she agreed with a smile.  She had taken two steps toward
the door when I stopped her.

"Jolene!  Leave the shirt!"

The grin split her face from ear to ear.  She shucked out of the
nightshirt and skipped out of the kitchen toward the stairs.

"What was that all about?" Connie asked, after Jolene was out of
earshot.

"Jolene has had this thing about streaking ever since a friend of
ours tricked us into running around naked at school the other
day," I explained.  "She's discovered that she loves being naked
and showing off.  Now she's going to get to show off for two
boys, one of whom is her boyfriend.  Add to this that she has a
fear of being alone with a boy.  That's a long story, but she and
Bud have been trying to work through it.  I think she is going to
be so distracted by being nude that she might forget to be
scared."

"That's so sweet!" Connie exclaimed.  "Jolene is just the cutest
thing.  And she seems so willing and eager to try new things. 
She must have been pretty repressed before she met you, Sam."

"Oh, she was," Janice said.  "I met her the same time Sam did,
but she and I have had more time to get to know each other. 
Whenever we get together with Sam, it's just sex, sex, sex."  For
some reason, everyone thought that was funny as all get-out.

"She's led a very sheltered life," Janice continued when the
laughter died down.  "But now she's decided she wants to make up
for it by doing every wild thing she can.  I think she has
adopted Sam as her role model."

"Oh my God!" Neeka said.  I gave her a very stern look and put my
fists on my hips.  "Oh, I'm sorry," she said.  "It's just that
she could have picked...I mean she really should have...well, uh,
nevermind."

Apparently, whatever explanation she was about to put forth
wasn't really necessary.  Janice, Connie and Bambi all howled
with laughter and no amount of cross looks and foot-stamping on
my part could make them stop.  While they laughed, I thought
about it and it didn't seem that funny to me.  It seemed terribly
sweet and touching that Jolene would want to try to emulate me. 
I thought that I needed to take her aside and explain how much
time I spent studying and keeping in shape and going out on the
back of an incredibly overpowered motorcycle driven by a lunatic
to strip the jeans off purse snatchers.  Hmmm.  Maybe it was
pretty funny after all.  Maybe I was just a little too, ah,
eccentric to be a good role model.  All the same, I promised
myself that I would talk to her about the studying.

The first pair of pizzas were just out of the oven when Jolene
came back with Jim and Bud.  She and Bud walked in with their
arms around each other and I was again struck by her childlike
personality and how her smile made her so radiant.

I was so aware of Jolene that I almost missed Bud's reaction to
seeing Bambi in her new persona.  He stopped short and his eyes
almost fell out of their sockets.  Jolene noticed and squeezed
his waist.  Jim was less subtle and thumped him on the back of
the head with a flicked finger.

"Guys," I said, thinking that we might as well do some
unnecessary introductions so that we could establish that
everyone knew everyone else and give Bud a chance to get over
finding out that his mother was not only beautiful and sexy but
was also a hot teen fox.  "Jolene, Neeka, Janice, Connie, Bambi
this is Bud and this is Jim.  Bud, you remember Connie?  Good. 
I'm sure you remember Bambi?  She decided to join us at the last
minute."

Bud swallowed hard and valiantly tried to be casual about the
situation.  At first, I was afraid he was going to give the game
away.  But then I realized that his staring and stammering would
probably be seen as just a normal amount of shock at suddenly
finding himself in a roomful of attractive girls.

"Bud was telling me just the other day how he thought Bambi and I
looked more alike than most sisters," I said, giving Bud his
cue.

"Well, he's certainly right about that," Janice said.  "Anyone
could tell you two were sisters without being told.  You may not
see it, but it's obvious to the rest of us."

Bud smiled at me and then at Bambi.  Now that he knew the game
and he had got over the initial shock of meeting my sister, he
wanted to play, too.

"I said that you two 'acted' more like sisters than most," he
corrected.  "You two think so much alike, it's almost scary. 
Now, the Hendersons look alike, but they don't think or act that
much alike.  Are we going to eat that pizza, or just let it lie
there and get cold?"

"Trust a boy to let his stomach do the talking," I said.  "OK,
let's hand out the plates."

"Isn't Mrs. Reynolds going to be joining us?" Connie asked.  I
hadn't thought of a good reason why we hadn't invited the woman
of the house to join us and the question caught me off guard.  I
looked at Bambi to see if she had any idea how to answer the
question, but she couldn't think of anything either.  It was Jim
who came to our rescue.

"I think Mom's very involved in something right now and just
can't get away.  I know she would like some of that pizza though.
 You might save her a piece so she can eat it later, when she's
not so tied up."

I thought that was a good answer and an excellent suggestion.  It
would be a lot like leaving cookies for Santa Claus, though.  I
wondered who would actually get to eat the pizza.  

Since there wasn't enough table space in the breakfast room for
all of us to eat together, we took our plates and our sodas and
went down to the family room where we could spread out.  This was
one of those occasions when the huge room looked less like a
furniture showroom than usual.  Small groups of people split off
into different seating areas to eat and talk.  Jolene and Bud
went as far from everyone else as they could get and not trigger
Jolene's phobia.  Janice and Connie split off as well.  Jim,
Bambi, Neeka and I went to the couch to eat.  

The pizza was the best I had had in a long time and everyone
seemed to think so too, because it was all gone very quickly and
we were left with stuffed bellies and happy faces.  It was a good
chance to have a private conversation for a few minutes.

"Thanks for covering for me, Jim," Bambi said quietly.  "That was
quick thinking."

"Not a problem, ah, Bambi." He said.  "Always happy to help out a
looker like you."

"You tease!"

"No, really.  You're a fox.  I like this version a lot.  It makes
it easier to relate to you as a sister, you know.  I had my
doubts about Bud's idea at first.  I didn't think I could adjust
like he has, but this is really working for me.  I feel like
we've just met and I have a lot to find out about you.  I'm
looking forward to getting to know you and I hope you will stick
around."

Jim really did seem much more at ease with the situation than he
had been.  He had seemed to have doubts and reservations before.
Now, he seemed much more relaxed and was certainly more
comfortable talking about it now.

"Listen," he said.  "If you'd like to double-date with Neeka and
me sometime   catch a movie or something   that's cool.  Or we
could just hang out."

Poor Bambi was just having one surprise after another today.  She
had hoped to have a better relationship with her sons by being
more of a peer than a parent, but being asked to go out on a date
with Jim and Neeka was far more than she had ever imagined.

"I think that's a great idea," Neeka said.  "I'd like to get to
know you better, too.  Maybe we could go see a movie or just rent
some videos sometime?"

"Careful," I warned Bambi.  "Flies will get in."  Her mouth
hadn't actually dropped open, but from the look in her eyes it
may as well have.

"Well, sure.  OK," Bambi said.  "I mean, if that's what you both
want to do.  I'd love to   hang out, sometime."

"Hey, what's going on?" Connie said, as she and Janice joined our
group.  Apparently our almost-whispered conversation had
attracted attention.  Nothing is more interesting than something
that sounds like a secret.

I said, "We were just trying to talk Bambi into staying.  At
least until school starts in the fall.  Then she gets to decide
if she wants to live in a dorm room or not."

"Oh, I hope you can stay for the summer!" Connie said.  Only she
knew where she thought Bambi was going to go back to, but it
didn't matter at all.  "I can put in a good word for you with
Uncle Sergio if you want.  We always need waitresses at the
restaurant."

"Thanks, Connie.  But I already have a full-time job.  The pay
isn't much but the benefits are wonderful."

"Yeah, I know how that goes.  Uncle Sergio is always trying to
get a better health plan or better insurance or something like
that.  He says it's more expensive to have a good benefit package
than to pay people's wages."

"Does he pay all the family members who work for him?"

"Oh, yes.  He has to.  For tax reasons, I think.  Of course,
since we all live under the same roof, I guess you could say we
have a better benefit plan than most employees."

"Working with your family must be nice," Janice said, "but don't
you get tired of seeing the same faces all day long?"

"I think that's why I like to get out and go wild.  It does feel
like I'm trapped at times and I need to escape."

Janice said, "Well, if you need to get away from your folks for
awhile, you can always come over and see me."

"Thanks!" Connie said.  "That's very kind of you.  You're all so
nice.  This is not at all what I expected   not that I really
knew what to expect, but this is just so different from the
parties I usually go to."

"What are those parties like?" Jim asked.

"Loud music, alcohol, and people trying to convince each other
that they are having a better time than they really are."  As
soon as she said it, Connie looked like she was startled at what
came out of her mouth.  "Like they had something to prove."  She
was clearly having one of those moments of revelation, when you
suddenly realize that you've been fooling yourself.

"Sounds like you've been going to the wrong parties for the wrong
reasons," I said.  "What were you trying to prove, Connie?"  It
was a hard question to ask, but I thought it was needed.  Bambi
touched my arm supportively.  I had the impression that she had
been about to ask the same thing.

"I guess I was trying to prove that I was grown up.  I think most
of the people at those parties were like me, we were away from
our families for the first time and we wanted to show that we
weren't kids anymore.  We tried to party like grown-ups, but I
think we were just acting immature.  

"This is weird.  I know I'm the oldest one here, but you guys
seem more mature to me than any of the people I've been partying
with.  You just seem to care about each other.  Sam, especially,
and Bambi too, just seem to go out of their way to make everyone
feel...loved!"  She sniffed back a tear and said, "I know I'm
running off at the mouth."

If there ever was a moment for a group hug, this was it.  Bambi
and I got there first, so we got the choice spots on either side
of Connie.  Neeka and Janice managed to squeeze in sideways and
even Jim put in supportive hand or two.  At least, I think he was
trying to be supportive.  From the way he groped around, he may
have just been trying to cop a feel.  

In the emotionally-charged silence, the sound of a zipper being
pulled seemed quite loud.  There was an instant titter of
laughter and we all froze in mid-hug to see who was about to get
pants'd.  I felt someone's arm moving in the press of bodies and
there was some more movement before the arm withdrew.  I still
couldn't tell who had done what to whom.  When nothing else
happened, we relaxed our hug and drew back slightly from the
crush.

"What was that?" Neeka asked.  No one said a thing.

"Someone is being sneaky," I said.  "But there is a zipper down
and I'm about to find out whose, so fess-up!"  I scanned
everyone's face.  Jim's was flushed.  He reached down and stuffed
his cock back into his fly and zipped his shorts back up.

"I've been fondled," he said.  "Someone unzipped my shorts and
took out my cock and held it for a moment.  Then they just let go
and left me hanging.  They didn't even bother to put it away when
they were through.  I feel so used and degraded!"

"Poor baby!" Neeka said.  "Now you know what it's like to be
groped and abandoned."

"Yeah, frustrated!" He said, as we all resumed our original
seats.  "To use a tennis metaphor, someone has a nice forehand,
but lousy follow-through."

"Ah!" I said.  "The game is afoot, my dear Morgan.  A crime has
been committed on the person of this gentleman and we must ferret
out the rapscallion responsible!"

"Rap-what?" Connie asked.

"Rapscallion!  Scoundrel!  Knave!  Varlet!  Rascal!  Scalawag!"

"Did someone give Sam a thesaurus for her birthday?"  Jim asked
Bambi.

"I don't know, honey.  And her birthday isn't until October,"
Bambi said.

"All this jibberjabber will not deflect the course of this
investigation.  I shall not be deterred."

"When in October?"

"The 31st."

"Sam was born on Halloween?  That explains a lot."

"Hey!" I said.  "Who's running this case?"  I suppose I shouldn't
have been surprised that Bambi knew my birthday, but it was a
pleasant one, anyway.  I wondered where she got that bit of
information.

"Sam Spade," Neeka said.

"Sherlock Kramer!  That's who!  And I'll thank you not to speak
out of turn. You are as much a suspect as anyone in this room."

"Me?"

"I suspect everyone!  We must narrow the field by a process of
logic and deduction, my dear Morgan.  You know my methods."

"Bruise and contuse, and leave them for the cops," Neeka's voice
spoke in my head.  I almost burst out laughing.  When I had
composed myself, I continued.

"We must consider the three elements of every crime: Motive,
Method, and Opportunity.  

"The most easily satisfied is Opportunity.  We were all present
when the crime was committed.  We were all within arm's reach of
the...the..."

"Cock."

"Penis."

"Dick."

"One-eyed wonder-worm."

"...tallywhacker at the time."

"Tallywhacker?"

'Hush!  So, we all had opportunity.  The Method was clear, one of
us reached through the press of bodies and unzipped Jim's fly. 
Now as to Motive; who among us would want to hold
Jim's...ah...um..."

"Scepter."

"Man root."

"Pussy-pleaser."

"Trouser snake."

"...member?  I guess that would be all of us.  Neeka has possibly
the greatest degree of familiarity with the...ah..."

"Womb plunger."

"Beaver cleaver."

"Love tool."

"Monolith."

"...crotch rocket, so she would rate low on the Motive scale. 
Connie and Janice have, presumably, never met the...er..."

"Reamer."

"Boneroni."

"You made that up!"

"Did not!"

"Dong."

"Sperminator."

"Man muscle."

"Gee, this is hard."

"Not yet, but it will be if you keep staring at it like that!"

"...spooge howitzer in question, so they rank high for curiosity.
 Bambi..."

"Watch it!"

"...and I would be somewhere in between.  I just love cocks,
especially big hard ones just dripping with...ah..."

"Jism."

"Cottage cheese."

"Spunk."

"Man goo."

"Oooo, I like that one.  Sounds like mango."

"...pussylube.  I just go crazy for a hard..."

"Sperm-hose."

"Love muscle."

"Tube steak."

"Crank."

"...skin-flute.  Holding one in my hand is so exciting.  I love
feeling it swelling up and getting hard.  I love licking the head
and tasting the first drops of juice as it oozes out of the tip.
The sticky sweet, coppery flavor reminds me of melted ice cream.
I love the feeling of my tongue on the soft skin of a really hard
cock.  I like to lick it all over, but especially under the head
where I can make it jump and twitch when I touch it just right. 
I love the anticipation of spreading my legs for him and having
him lower his body onto mine with that hard cock pressed between
us.  I love the sensation of almost being ripped apart when he
forces it into the mouth of my pussy and then shoves it deep
inside me.  It feels great to be fucked hard by a
big...ah..um....  Guys?"  Everyone seemed preoccupied.

"Hmmm?"

"Hunh?"

"Oh!  Uh...dong!  No, I said that already."

"Oh, damn!  Go back to the part about licking it!"

"...slab of man-meat.  And I think we all agree on that.  Now we
need to collect evidence at the crime scene.  The best evidence
is, of course, fingerprints!  Jim, we'll need to see Exhibit A
and check for fingerprints.  Come on now, this is going to assist
in the investigation.  Don't be shy.  Let's have it out.  But
don't touch it.  We don't want to contaminate the evidence."

Jim stood up and unzipped his shorts again.  He jiggled his hips
this way and that, but he couldn't get his cock out without using
his hands.  He solved the problem by undoing his shorts and
dropping them to the floor.

Jim's cock appeared to be half-erect.  It stood out from his
groin in a graceful arch with the head pointing toward the floor.
 Although not as thick as Bud's it was at least an inch or two
longer and it's size and shape would not have shamed a small
pony.

The sounds of appreciation were spontaneous and sincere.

"Oooooo!"

"Wow!"

"Oh My God!"

Bambi said nothing, but her eyes looked about to fall out of her
head.

I got down on my knees to take a better look.  I wished I had a
magnifying glass so I could examine it in more detail, but I
settled for putting my nose almost against the shaft and
squinting.  From that perspective, I could see it growing.  I
could see the skin stretching as it got bigger and bigger.

"Well, I don't see any fingerprints.  But I know who the guilty
person is!"

I looked around at each girl to see if any of them would crack
when I announced that I knew who it was.  Everyone looked guilty
to me.  They were all breathing fast and they were all shifting
around as though they had an itch and could not scratch it.  No
one met my gaze.  They were all too busy staring at Jim's big
cock, which was now as stiff as a board and stuck out at a 45
degree angle from his body.  If it had been smaller, it might
have stood straight out, but the weight of it made it hang down.
That made the sight of it even sexier   to know that it was so
huge and so heavy that it couldn't even stand up straight.

I knew I was going to have to wrap up the investigation pretty
quickly.  I was getting too close to my work and I was seconds
away from flinging myself onto the coffee table and begging to be
fucked.  Everyone else may have been having similar thoughts,
because they all had a distracted expression.

Neeka hadn't been with Jim all week.  She had already told me
that she was going to die if she didn't get that cock in her very
soon.  From her expression, and the lust I could see boiling up
in her mind, she was even closer than I was to begging.

Connie had her lower lip sucked into her mouth and her arms
crossed over her chest.  I could see her erect nipples poking
through the fabric of her shirt.  She had been the most surprised
at the sight of Jim's monster.

Bambi was frozen.  If she was breathing, I could not tell. 
Forbidden fantasies must have been racing through her brain and
she had gone rigid to keep from acting on any of them.  Every few
seconds her tongue would peek out from between her lips and then
disappear again. 

Janice must have been somewhat prepared.  She had seen Bud's cock
close-up and had been told that Jim was equally well equipped. 
She still had that deer-in-the-headlights look on her face,
though.  And she had one hand on her breast and the other clamped
between her legs.

"One of us here committed the crime," I said.  "One of us is
guilty.  One of us will pay the price.  You see, only one of us
had sausage pizza   the same sausage pizza that I can smell on
Exhibit A here; transferred by her sticky fingers.  And that
person is Janice!"

"Hunh?" Janice said.  "Oh, hell.  Yes, I confess.  I had to do
it.  Jolene told me that Jim's cock was even bigger than Bud's
and I couldn't imagine that.  So, I took advantage of the
situation to find out for myself.  I did it.  And I'm not sorry
in the least!"

"Me neither," Connie agreed.  "That's the biggest one I've ever
seen."

"Jim," I said.  "Give Janice a chance to apologize."

Jim stepped directly in front of Janice with his cockhead bobbing
in front of her nose.  Janice went cross-eyed looking at it.  Her
eyes opened wide and her lips slowly parted.  Jim must have been
able to feel her breath.

Slowly, Janice leaned forward with her mouth open.  Her lips met
Jim's cock and she kissed it tenderly.  Her mouth opened further
and she tried to suck the head between her lips.  It was much too
big for her to get into her mouth.  All she succeeded in doing
was to inflame Neeka's passion beyond her ability to restrain
it.

Neeka stood up and put her hand on Jim's cock and pulled it away
from Janice's face.

"Sorry, Janice," she said, "but I can't stand it any longer. 
Jim, here or upstairs.  But now.  Right now!"

Jim glanced at Bambi.  It was clear that he wanted to perform in
front of her, but he wanted to have a more private stage.  He
picked up his shorts and led Neeka quickly up the stairs.  By the
time they were half-way up, they were running.

"Darnn!" Janice said.  "I wish that were me."

"Me too," Connie said.

"I think that goes for all of us," I added.  "But Neeka has dibs
on him and it has been almost a week since she's had any of that.
 I'm sure she didn't mean to be rude, Janice.  Maybe she will
feel more like sharing later."

"Oh, I'm not offended," Janice said.  "You told us he was her
boyfriend.  I was surprised that she let it go as far as she did
before she reacted.  Did you notice how he turned to give her a
good view of me kissing his cock?  She was positively drooling!"

"I'm drooling, too." Connie said, grinning.  "But not at the
mouth.  How on earth can you handle something that..."

"Huge."

"Immense."

"Gargantuan."

"...I was going to say 'huge' but I like 'gargantuan' better. 
God, that thing would just rip me apart!"

"It can be very painful," I said.  "And you have to really want
it.  But once you've had a really big cock in you, nothing else
is going to feel as good."

"Honey, they spoil you for anything less," Bambi said. 
"My...boyfriend had a cock just like Jim's.  I was addicted to it
the first time he put that monster in me.  It hurt like hell at
first, but even so, I knew I was hooked.  Once we started
screwing regularly, and I got used to it, I started to crave it.
I thought about it all the time.  I started wearing...well, I
started doing everything I could to turn him on.  It really
changed my life."

"It sounds like you're not together anymore," Connie said.  "What
happened to him?"

"Oh, he's gone now," Bambi sighed, wistfully.  She looked down at
her hands in her lap.  I tried to think of something to say that
would get her mind off of Ben that wouldn't sound like I was
deliberately changing the subject, but I couldn't come up with
anything before she continued.

"Connie, if you ever meet someone who changes the whole world for
you, you be sure to cherish every second that you have together.
You never know which one will be the last."

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to bring up an unhappy memory,"
Connie said, taking Bambi's hand to console her.

"That's OK.  Whenever I think about him now, it's a happy memory.
 You should never let your sadness over losing someone spoil all
the happy memories you made together.  You know, Sam taught me
that.  She's pretty smart."

"For my age, you mean?"  I finally found a way to deflect the
conversation.

"Aren't you the one who's always saying that age doesn't matter?"
Bambi asked.

"Guilty."

"You're right, too," Connie said, coming out of a brief moment of
reflection.  I assumed she had been thinking of her father after
Bambi's comment about memories.  It seemed terribly selfish, but
I felt relived that it would probably distract her from making a
connection between Bambi's boyfriend and Mrs. Reynolds' husband.

"Age doesn't matter," she continued, "I see now that I screwed up
in school because I confused maturity and liberty.  I wasn't
mature enough to use the liberty that I had wisely.  I was
hanging out with a bunch of people who were behaving just like I
was and I thought that justified what I was doing.  Next time,
things are going to be different.  Now, I just need to get a
handle on the classwork."

"Studying is the key," I said.  "I used to hate to study.  I
rushed through it just to get it over with.  You can't do that. 
You have to invest in studying.  The more you put into it, the
more you get out, and the better you will do in class."

"But so much of the stuff in the courses just isn't that
interesting." Connie said.

"If your teachers aren't making it interesting for you, then you
have to find something interesting about it on your own.  I
thought History was deathly uninteresting, until I started trying
to imagine myself in the place of some of the people I was
reading about.  Then it got very interesting for me.  I would
pick someone in each section and picture myself in their place,
doing what they did and making the decisions that they made.  It
made it come alive for me and now History is just about my
favorite subject."

"I thought you were going to tell me about drills and memorizing
and stuff.  Your idea sounds like it could be a lot of fun."

"The amount of fun I was having surprised me too.  Since I
started enjoying my schoolwork, I get impatient about how slowly
we have been going through the material.  I've been going outside
the curriculum to do some research on my own.  You'd be amazed at
what they leave out of schoolbooks.  Mostly just the interesting
parts!"

"You mean like Catherine the Great having sex with a horse?"

"Actually, that's a myth.  But the reason it got started was
because the men of the time were so afraid of a successful and
powerful woman that they felt they had to spread lies about her
to ruin her reputation   even after she was dead.  That's the
sort of thing they leave out of textbooks   that people have been
behaving badly throughout recorded history."  I was about to go
into my rant on learning from History and quoting Hegel and all,
but I clamped my jaw shut instead and looked at Bambi to see if
she would save me from my tendency to lecture.

"Well," Bambi said, "since we just missed one show, maybe we
could watch another instead."  She got up and went to the shelf
next to the video player.  Picking up a couple of boxes, she
said, "It seems that we have with us tonight the cousin of the
famous actress, Summer Winters.  These are two of her latest
videos, 'Mammary Lane' and 'Sperm Raider'.  Janice?  Which one
would you like to see?"

"Oh my!" Janice said.  "I don't know.  I've never seen any of her
films.  I guess, 'Sperm Raider'.  She told me she had a lot of
fun making that one."

"Summer Winters is your cousin?" Connie asked.  "That's so
cool."

Bambi turned on the entertainment system and put on the video
while Janice explained to Connie how Cousin Shirlene had come to
be a star in the adult video industry.  

Seeing what was happening, Jolene and Bud ran around cutting off
or dimming the lights and then came over to watch it with the
rest of us.  When they squeezed onto the couch with the rest of
us, I noticed a couple of damp spots on the leg of Bud's shorts.
It looked like Jolene had been playing with his cock to the point
that precum had started to dribble out.  From the way he sat down
so carefully, I thought the poor boy's balls must be about to
explode.

The video started off with the lovely Miss Winters taking a
shower.  The scene was done in long slow pans up and down her
body as the water and soap-suds ran down over her curves.  She
seemed to be having a wonderful time getting clean, because the
soundtrack was full of 'Oooo's, 'Aaaa's, and 'Mmmmm's.

The camera had just zoomed in for a closeup of Miss Winter's
rubbing her soapy clit with both hands, when out of the blue, I
climaxed.  At first, I thought it was because of a build-up of
tension left over from being so close to Jim's cock and watching
Janice start to get familiar with it.  Then it hit me that I was
feeling Neeka's orgasm over our own little closed-circuit x-rated
cable channel.  This was what happened to her whenever she was in
range of me when I had a climax.  Now, because of our recent
sharing, the tables were turned.

There wasn't much I could do about the situation except enjoy it,
so I relaxed on the couch and let myself feel Jim's cock plowing
into Neeka's pussy, driving her into a long-delayed and
much-needed orgasm.  I could feel him bottom-out in her vagina
and press against her insides.  I could feel her pussy contract
around his big beautiful cock and squeeze him over and over again
as it tried to coax the cum from his balls.  The sensation of
being fucked was so strong that I shoved my hands down the front
of my shorts and felt for the fleshy invader between my own legs.
 There was nothing there, of course, and all I felt was my own
pussy throbbing in sympathy with Neeka's.

"Wow!  Sam's sure enjoying this!" Janice said.  She was sitting
next to me and couldn't have missed what was happening.  She
watched me mimic the action of the screen and drew the wrong
conclusion.  "Oh, gee!  What a great idea!  Like Rocky Horror,
we'll act along with the movie."

The shower scene was one everyone could play along with, so
Janice, Connie and I kicked off our shorts and spread our legs to
get our fingers into position.  Bambi wasn't yet turned on enough
to let Bud see her pussy, so she just unzipped her denim shorts
and pushed her hands into the crotch.  Jolene was already naked
and needed no encouragement to finger herself along with Miss
Winters and the rest of us.  She even took things a step further
by straddling Bud's lap while she did it.  Faced with the choice
between watching the actress on the TV screen or the live and
very excited girl on his lap, Bud did the only intelligent thing
and ignored Summer Winters completely.

Summer's climax was interrupted by an abrupt cut to the next
scene.  In this one, she was hacking her way through a very
plastic-looking jungle with a very dull machete when she was very
abruptly captured by a tribe of Amazons and led off to confront
their chief. 

The queen of the Amazon warriors was a muscular girl who was
offended by our heroine trespassing on her territory, so she
ordered her to be stripped and tied to a convenient pole in the
middle of the village.  Her hands were tied behind the pole so
that her shoulders were forced back, putting her breasts on
prominent display.  Apparently the Amazons had never seen a
blonde woman with such large white breasts before and they kept
stroking and squeezing them, driving Summer into state of high
arousal, but not allowing her any relief.

We picked Bambi to be the star of this scene, since she was the
only one of us who still had a stitch of clothes on.  Connie
pretended to tie her to a floor-lamp next to the sofa and Bambi
pretended to be at our mercy as we pulled her shorts to her
ankles and played with her breasts.

Summer might have been acting as the Amazons cruelly aroused her,
but Bambi didn't need to.  I could tell from the way she kept
clutching the shaft of the lamp that she was having a very hard
time keeping her hands behind her.  Too help her stay in
character, I took the belt out of Janice's shorts and used it to
tie her wrists together behind the lamp.  She seemed grateful for
making her play-acting predicament more realistic for her.

The Amazon queen called a halt to the fun that her warriors were
having with Summer and proceeded to taunt her by threatening to
cut her with what was obviously a rubber knife.

We didn't have a prop knife handy, so we had to make do with a
brass letter-opener from the desk.  Connie cast herself in the
role of the chief because she was the one who went to get the
letter-opener.  She was pretty effective in the role, too.  She
was almost believable as she leered while lightly dragging the
cold metal point of the brass blade over Bambi's breasts and
pressing the edge under her nipple as though she were about to
cut it off with a flick of her wrist.

Bambi's response to this was equally convincing.  Her erect
nipple became very hard and prominent, as though begging to be
sliced off.  Her breasts heaved in terror at the prospect of
imminent mutilation.  She quivered in quite realistic terror as
the knife pressed into her soft flesh.

The performance apparently became a little too real for her
because when the Amazon queen ordered Summer to be staked out on
a grassy hill for further torment, Bambi declined to continue in
the role.  Instead she nominated Janice as the next star of our
show.

Janice was perfectly willing to assume the role.  As Summer
squirmed against her bonds on screen, we stretched Janice out on
the sturdy coffee table in front of the sofa.  At first I was
afraid Bambi would object to us abusing her furniture, but I
remembered that this was the same heavy table that had already
seen years of abuse from having the boy's shoe heels ground into
it as well as a myriad of sports equipment thrown on it.  Those
dings and scratches weren't signs of an antique, just character
in a well-used hunk of wood.

As Connie and Jolene positioned Janice on the table so her head
would be supported, I ran to the drawer at the other end of the
room and fetched a handful of pieces of rope suitable for tying
up young girls.

When Bambi saw what I had done, she gave me a questioning look,
but I grinned back at her.  For her, the fragments of cotton cord
represented a story of fear and terror.  To me, they represented
triumph and a small degree of glory.

We used the cord to tie Janice to the table with her arms over
her head and her legs bent so that her feet were on the floor
with legs apart and her ankles tied to the feet of the table.  It
wasn't exactly like the video, but it was a close as we were
going to get in the space we had.

The Amazon warriors descended on Summer as she lay bound hand and
foot on the ground begging for mercy.  They kissed her and
stroked her.  They squeezed her breasts and pulled her nipples. 
The queen crawled between her legs and began to eat her pussy
with an aggressive, but teasing technique that always stopped
short of allowing Summer to climax.  We copied their every move
on Janice.

Before long, Summer was no longer begging for her captors to
stop, she was begging them to make her cum and so was Janice. 
The Amazons had no mercy and neither did we.  Bambi did the
honors as the queen this time and she used her tongue to bring
Janice to the very brink of climax before denying her release. 
She did this over and over until Janice wasn't acting any more,
she was really desperate to cum.

It was at this point that we changed our own version of the
story.  Janice was pleading so pitifully   much more believably
that her cousin on the TV screen   that we all agreed to allow
her to have satisfaction and then nominate a new actress to
continue the role.

Bambi, of course, did the honors.  In one of the most intensely
erotic scenes never filmed, she licked Janice's clit until the
girl came so hard she snapped one of the ropes holding her to the
table.  It was one of the frayed ones, but it was an impressive
sight nonetheless to see her arch her back and scream out her
ecstasy while straining against her bonds as she climaxed.

Janice didn't quite pass out, but she was going to be sidelined
until she recovered, so we helped her to a spot on the sofa where
she could watch the rest of the video as well as our own
version.

Before I knew what they were up to, Bambi, Jolene, and Connie had
pulled me down onto the table and Bud had tied my wrists and
ankles the same way Janice had been.  Bambi pulled me down the
table until my butt just stuck out over the end, then she went to
work on my pussy while Jolene and Connie attacked everywhere
else.  

The three of them quickly had me worked up to a high pitch of
excitement.  Watching Janice get this treatment had already made
me so hot my head was swimming.  Now that I was getting the same
treatment, it took no time at all for me to be willing to beg
piteously for sexual release.  As Bambi worked her magic on my
clit, my begging became more and more credible, until I no longer
needed to put any amount of acting skill into my performance.

On the screen, the Amazon queen called for the creature to be
brought out.  We all watched as a black man came onstage at
spearpoint.  He was wearing only a loincloth and was restrained
by metal shackles and huge chains.  His muscles were the
rippling, bulging sinews of a champion bodybuilder.  His skin
glistened with oil and his expression was one of brutal lust
mixed with hate.

The queen cut away his loincloth to reveal a massive cock that
looked like it belonged more on a bull than a human being.  It
hung almost to his knees and it was coal black with a big pink
head at the end that looked to be the size of my fist.

As the man looked at his victim, tied to the ground and helpless
he took his cock in one huge fist and began to pump it.  We all
watched, fascinated as the big black cock grew thicker and
stiffer and his big balls swung and bounced between his legs.

As entranced as we were with the video, we all turned to watch as
Jolene took Bud by the hand and pulled him off the sofa and onto
his feet.  She yanked his shorts down to his feet and his cock
sprang free.

Bud had been watching both performances with keen interest and
needed no further stimulation.  His cock wasn't quite as long as
the one on the black actor, but it was certainly thicker and as
Bud stood proudly to display his own equipment; his balls looked
even bigger than the man on the screen.

Summer's character started screaming, 'Noooo!  Noooo!" on the
screen, but I couldn't work up any similar sentiment.  Jolene
took Bud's huge cock in both her small hands, and stroking it to
be sure he was rock hard, she led him to a spot between my legs,
where he knelt down on the rug with his cock poised at the
opening to my pussy.  At that moment, my own urge was to scream,
"Yessss!  Yessss!"  And I'm not really sure that I didn't.

Bud waited patiently, for what, I could not be sure.  He could
have been torturing me.  He might have been trying to prepare
himself mentally.  He might have been waiting for the action of
the screen to begin.

Finally, Jolene pushed it between my open labia.  With that, Bud
pressed forward and started to work his rigid tool into me.

As soon as the wide head of his cock popped through my vaginal
ring, I was in heaven.  The combination of the excitement of
playing the part of a tormented and raped young girl and the
thrill of being fucked in front of an audience by a boy whose
cock was like a drug to me had me cumming even before he had it
all the way in.

Bud was true to his role, though.  Even though my pussy was
completely out of control and seemed to be trying to eat his cock
alive, he kept feeding it into me until the head once again
banged against my cervix.  He waited, with his cock pressed
against the gateway to my womb while it slowly opened for him. 
He put his hands under the small of my back and lifted me enough
to allow him to line up for the final thrust.  Then he rammed his
hips forward, forcing me open the last inch and making me scream
in pain as his cock smashed through into my innermost citadel of
femininity.

He didn't wait for my scream to stop before he began to fuck me
with hard short strokes.  His sperm-filled balls slapped against
my ass with a wet smack on every thrust.  He was so turned on by
the audience and the role that he slammed his cock into me harder
than he ever had before.

Climax piled on climax as Bud showed us all he could be just as
much a sex-machine as the actor on the video.  He put his hands
on my shoulders for leverage while he tried to cram even more of
himself inside me.  When he had forced the root of his cock so
far into me that the ring of flesh around my opening was
stretched taut, he pulled back slowly until the head of his cock
was tugging on my cervix from the inside, then he pushed back
into me again.  He plunged into me again and again, gradually
speeding up until I began to feel like I would be set ablaze by
the friction.

I could tell by his powerful strokes and the way he tensed his
stomach that Bud was going to last a long time.  This was
wonderful news to me, because it meant that I could look forward
to a constant wave of climaxes.  Before I surrendered to the rush
of pleasure, I decided that this would be a good time to share.

"Jolene!" I said, with a yelp as Bud ground his groin into my
pulsating clit.  "Come here and sit on my face."

She flinched at the command as though I had hit her with a
switch.  Her mouth flew open as she realized that she was going
to get to participate and that this might be as close as she
could get to making love to Bud for some time.  She hesitated
only briefly, though before climbing onto the table facing Bud
with her knees on either side of my head.  She spread her legs
far enough apart for her pussy to be within easy reach of my
mouth and I let her know she was in the right place by licking
her slit from bottom to top.

As soon as I touched her, she shuddered and let out a squeak.  If
she was having mini-climaxes from just that contact, then we were
both going to be delirious by the time this was over.

As I started licking Jolene's clit and spearing her virgin hole
with my tongue, I tried to get into a rhythm that matched Bud's
so I could keep it up without thinking about it.  I decided to
alternate between the two on the in and out strokes.

Jolene shuddered again as I pressed my tongue on her clit and
then let her small nub pop out and slid my tongue between her
labia and into her small opening.  When I thrust it up inside her
as far as I could she settled down on my face even further so I
could reach further into her.  I found that if I pushed my jaw
forward and stretched my tongue out as far as I could that I
could reach all the way into her and lick her maidenhead.  I
hadn't thought of this as a major erogenous zone, but when I
touched it, Jolene clenched her butt cheeks and shivered like she
had been thrown naked into a snowstorm.

"Eeeeeeeee!"  I heard her keening, although my hearing was
muffled by her thighs on either side of my head.

Bud's thrusts slowed slightly after that.  I wished that I could
have seen what we looked like.  Jolene and Bud were face to face
over my body while Bud fucked away at my pussy and I probed
Jolene's.  Bud must have noticed the coincident rhythm, because
he came to a sudden halt on the in-stroke.  In response, I
stopped with my tongue covering Jolene's clit.  Bud slowly pulled
back and I slowly slid my tongue inside Jolene's sweet pussy.

After that, Bud seemed to catch fire.  Knowing that anything he
did to me would be passed along to Jolene gave him a new
motivation and boundless energy.  For my part, knowing that I was
a channel for his passion to Jolene gave me a new perspective on
the situation as well.  Now, I was not just the fuckee, I was the
fucker as well.  I tried to give to Jolene all the pleasure that
Bud was giving to me.  

To my great joy, she seemed to respond to my effort.  The flow
from her pussy became a flood.  She became so wet that I had to
swallow frequently to keep from drowning in her juices.  The
flavor was like nectar and I greedily lapped it from her hole and
sucked it from her small labia.

Jolene began cumming continuously.  I could tell because I could
feel the muscles spasming in her vagina.  She got so turned on
that she leaned far forward.  I thought she was doing it to brace
herself on her hands so she wouldn't fall off the table as the
waves of orgasm washed over her.  I was proved wrong, however,
when I felt her kiss my clit and lick my labia and Bud's cock as
it pumped in and out of my pussy.  This was a completely new
sensation for me and it set me off so hard that I lost control
for a moment and yanked on the ropes tying my arms.  The cotton
ropes parted with a pair of loud snaps and I brought my hands up
and grabbed Jolene's ass and used my grip to hold her in place
while I frantically sucked at her pussy and licked her clit.

Jolene's contribution made Bud change his technique as well.  He
pulled all the way out of me and rested his cock on my clit while
Jolene licked and kissed it.  Then he put it back in me and slid
it all the way home.  He gave me a few short strokes and then
pulled out to let Jolene work on it some more.

When his big cock left my pussy, I felt very empty inside.  While
Jolene was working on it, I could feel it sliding around on my
clit, slippery with my juices and Jolene's spit.  When he shoved
it back into me, the feeling of joy at having his cock sheathed
in my body would spike my climax into a big starburst behind my
eyes.

This only went on for a few minutes before I felt more hands and
more lips and more tongues joining Jolene's in worshipping Bud's
cock.  Now, whenever it was being cleaned before being returned
to my pussy, someone would attend to my clit to keep me occupied
while I anticipated being filled again by a hot piece of
boy-meat.

There was so much going on and by so many people to so many
others that I completely lost track.  I just tried to focus on
Jolene's pussy and let whatever was happening below my waist take
its own course.  Everything felt so good that I never wanted it
to end.

Of course, as soon as I thought that, I knew it couldn't.  Bud
was clearly getting off on having a girl to fuck and others to
suck him when his cock wasn't in me.  I didn't think he could
last much longer.  His cock felt swollen well beyond its normally
huge size when he would shove it into me and I could feel it
twitching already as it got ready to fire off a massive load of
jism.

As I expected, Bud soon snatched his cock out of me and I head
his voice saying, "I'm going to cum!"  Following that, I heard
the 'Thrap! Thrap! Thrap!' sound of him ejaculating with awesome
force into whoever was lucky enough to be hosed with his cum.

"OH!"  "Eeek!"  "Aiiee!" came the voices of three startled girls
as they got blasted with goo.

Bud was still cumming when he put his cock back into my pussy and
rammed it home again to give me my share.  I could easily feel
the cum hitting the top of my womb as he kept on pumping his seed
into me.  This was the best feeling in the world to me.  This was
what my body considered to be the point of the whole exercise and
it reacted by convulsing all over Bud's big cock.

My contractions were so strong that they closed off the flow of
cum and Bud had to pump a few times to finish emptying his load
into me.  When he ran down, he paused to rest a bit with his cock
still deep inside me.  That was probably a mistake.  My cervix,
sensing that I was now full of cum, closed down to keep any of
the precious liquid from leaking out and trapped the head of
Bud's cock inside my uterus.   I felt him start as the muscular
ring clamped down on him, but instead of trying immediately to
yank back out, he pushed it further in, trapping himself deeper
in my body.

His act of surrender, of giving himself into my body, regardless
of the consequence, spoke more to me about his feelings for me
and his willingness to share himself with me, even in the
presence of his girlfriend, than any words could possibly have
expressed.

Jolene rolled off me and my world expanded beyond the lips of her
pussy for the first time in what seemed like hours.  When she
turned around, I got the giggles when I saw that her face was
covered with a mask of goo.  She moved aside and I saw that
another gooey face belonged to Connie.

Jolene bent over me and kissed me.  I put my hands behind her
neck and kissed her grinning face back, heedless of the cum that
was being smeared on me.  When she let me, I started licking the
coating of white cum off her face.  After I had collected a
mouthful, I pulled her lips to mine and let her suck my tongue
clean.  After her face was clean, she returned the favor and
licked up the goo that had been transferred to me.

While this was going on, I felt Bud try to get his cock free.  He
seemed to be going about it a funny way, though.  I should have
thought he would just pull back until his dying erection allowed
it to slip free.  Instead, he was thrusting deeper into me with
short little shoves, almost as though he wanted a different type
of release.

When Jolene drew away, I could see from the look of unbridled
lust on Bud's face that after what he had done and seen and had
done to him, he wasn't going to be satisfied with one climax.  He
was using my clenched cervix to work his erection back into
shape.   He pushed and pulled and grunted until he was breathing
hard and a light sheen of sweat had broken out all over him.  He
shoved that cock into me harder and harder, until I felt it
swelling inside me.  His expanding cock forced my womb open again
stretching it out around his hardness.  

When he had restored his erection, I thought he might pull it
out, but he just kept on reaming me with it and it just kept on
getting bigger.  I could see by the size of his root that his
cock had grown to truly prodigious proportions.  The base looked
like the trunk of a tree, with spreading roots growing up into
his body.  The part that was exposed was gnarled with bulging
veins that seemed to spread and grow under his skin as we
watched.

Everyone had assumed that Bud was finished after blowing that
monster load all over everyone and they were all amazed and
entranced by the sight of him using my pussy to forge his sword
anew.  As we watched, every muscle on his lean body seemed to
grow and tighten as he forced more and more blood into his
already immense member.  It was already so hard that it felt like
I was being raped with a steel truncheon.  It was so large that I
was being stretched to the point of pain, and beyond.

My hands were free, but my ankles were still tied to the corners
of the low coffee table and my legs were spread apart so far that
I was almost in a split.  Bud had complete freedom to dominate me
with his cock, not that it would have occurred to me to object. 
On the contrary, I was getting as turned on as he was from the
brutal boring he was giving me.  I was still very buzzed from all
the orgasms and it took very little stimulation to get me going
again.  The feeling of having something as hard as that, deep
inside me, threw me right back into a series of glorious climaxes
and I flexed my vaginal muscles as hard as I could to intensify
the sensation.

The heat and the contractions worked wonderfully well to
rejuvenate Bud's organ and bring it to the point of bursting. 
All the thrashing around had loosened me up some, and made it
possible for him to pull out of me.  He took it slow, withdrawing
on an inch or two at a time, until my opening at last disgorged
the head of his cock.  When it popped free his cock bobbed up and
stood almost straight out from his groin.

Connie, Janice, Jolene, and Bambi pressed around to admire the
sight.  Every inch of skin on his cock was stretched so tightly
that it looked like it has made of highly polished marble.  The
head was a massive purple knob almost the size of my fist.  The
shaft swelled a few inches behind the head until it was as thick
as a baseball bat, then it narrowed again before broadening at
the root to fill the whole space between his legs.  The base of
his cock must have been four inches across.

Four pairs of hands were instantly drawn to try to encompass that
monster.  My own could not even make it halfway around his girth.
 Bud stood as impassive as a statue as we stroked and caressed
the fantastic gift he had made for us.  His butt cheeks were as
hard as concrete from being tensed so hard.  His thighs were
flexed and the bundles of muscle stood out under his skin like a
bundle of sticks.  His abdomen was concave from being sucked in
with the effort of keeping that beast raised.  Yet, he seemed to
have transcended effort.  He seemed calm and even peaceful, like
a bodybuilder holding a pose for the judges.

If we had scorecards, they all would have read 10.0.  Without a
doubt, this was the finest example of erect male genitalia any of
us had ever had the pleasure to meet in person.  Judging by the
looks on the others' faces, it was the most magnificent stallion
cock any of them had even seen a photo of, either.

"My God, Bud!"  I told him.  "That is one truly impressive
hardon!  You should be proud.  You should be very proud!"

"Damn, but that is beautiful, Bud," Connie told him.  "That is a
really humongous cock!"

"It really is nice and big," Jolene told him as she stroked it
the way you might pet a cat.  "I want it so much I could just
die!  Promise me that you won't give up on me until we have got
that gorgeous thing all the way inside me?  Please?"

Bud nodded and stroked her hair.  He pulled her face close to the
end of his cock and she opened her mouth as wide as she could and
tried to force it onto the huge knob of flesh.  Seeing her try to
unhinge her jaw to get her mouth around that thing made my face
hurt in sympathy and my pussy throb with need.  I put a hand
between my legs and pulled the skin up and down over my stiff
clit while I watched Jolene mouthing the tip of Bud's cock.

Frustrated with her failure to get even a part of Bud into her,
Jolene threw herself back on the table and spread her legs wide.

"Come on, Bud.  Do it!  Put that thing in me!  Please!" she
pleaded.  She put both hands to her little pussy and tugged her
tiny opening as wide as she could get it.  It was a futile effort
and we all knew it.

Bud started to state the obvious, but he only got as far as
opening his mouth before thinking better of it.  He nodded
instead and knelt down between Jolene's legs.

"Hold her," he said.  "She's going to squirm.  Hold her tight."

We would not have moved a muscle, but Jolene spread out her arms
and offered them to us to take a grip.  Seeing that she was
willing, we reluctantly arranged ourselves around the table and
each took hold of a limb.  I would up with her right leg and
Bambi her left, so we had the best view of the proceedings.  Bud
put the tip of his hard cock against her pussy lips and rubbed it
around to lubricate it.  Jolene started to pant and we could hear
the beginnings of a whimper escape her throat.  She sucked her
lower lip between her teeth and raised her head up so she could
see.  Connie pushed a throw-pillow under her head for support.

"All right," Bud said.  "Jolene, I want you to know you can stop
this anytime you need to.  I want you to use a safe-word to let
us know when you really want to stop.  If you have had enough,
all you have to do is say the word
'antidisestablishmentarianism'.  Got it?  OK, let's go."

We all laughed out loud at Bud's idea of a safe-word.  Jolene
laughed, too, but while she did so, Bud pressed the head of his
cock against her tiny opening, stretching it out until the flesh
was taut.

Jolene was too shocked to scream.  The pain must have been pretty
bad.  Looking at the junction of their bodies, I could see that
Bud was pressing into her small opening nearly hard enough to rip
it apart.  The muscles in her lower abdomen were contracting
violently, trying to push the invader out. 

Fortunately, Bud was experienced enough to realize this.  He
stayed perfectly still and waited for Jolene to recover enough
from his first assault to relax enough for him to continue or for
her to remember the absurdly long safe-word and try to spit it
out.

It was only a few minutes before her breathing slowed and the
muscle spasms quieted.  Her eyes went from wild and wide to
hooded and nearly unfocussed.  She looked down at her groin and
then closed her eyes and moaned with the pleasure that had
started to replace the pain of being stretched so brutally.

I decided it was time to reward her bravery.  I bent over and
started licking the ring of pink flesh where it was stretched
nearly colorless around Bud's cock.  I added my saliva to the
lubricants and then I flicked my tongue across her little clit. 
It was pulled so tight against her pubic bone that it was little
bigger than a pimple.  It must have been a very sensitive pimple,
however, because she immediately climaxed.

You would have thought it was the first orgasm she had ever had,
judging by the startled expression on her face and the way her
eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered.  I guessed it was
certainly the first orgasm she'd experienced with a cock nearly
inside her pussy and that that would certainly make a big
difference. 

As Jolene's climax started to wane, she moved her hips and
experimented with wiggling her butt around to work herself looser
to see if she could get any more cock in her.  She smiled hugely
as she worked herself around the head of Bud's cock.  Obviously,
the pain had now been completely replaced by pleasure.

"Oooooooo!" she said, huskily.  "That feels fantastic!  Let me
feel it stretch some more."

"OK," Bud said.  He shifted his hips and pressed in again so that
her pussy was stretched some more.  He held that position for
several seconds, then he slowly pressed forward some more,
putting great pressure on her nearly-destroyed virginity.

I thought the big moment had come.  Surely having her hymen
ripped was only a formality after she had cum once on his cock.

Bud looked down into Jolene's eyes, waiting for some indication
of consent before proceeding with her deflowering.  She looked
back, obviously considering the matter.  Finally, she said, "No.
Not yet.  I mean   antidissestampli, er, antidesserti... Oh
whatever the hell that word was.  Let's wait.  This is so great,
and I want you so much, but I want us to go the last bit, you
know, in private?"

Bud nodded his understanding and smiled in agreement.  They both
wanted the ultimate moment to be a simultaneous triumph of the
flesh and the spirit.  Now that her lust was momentarily slaked,
she wanted the sacrifice of her virginity to coincide with
shedding the last resistance in her mind at being alone with
Bud.

"I think I will enjoy getting used to this more than I thought I
would," she said as Bud eased off.  The head of his cock had
almost made it inside.  I remembered the first time he put that
thing in me and smiled at Jolene sympathetically.

Bambi stroked her thigh as Bud stood and allowed Jolene to close
her legs.  "Oh, you'll have a lot of fun, all right," she said,
knowingly.

"In the meantime, I still have something of a problem here," Bud
said, stroking his rigid cock.  "Would someone else like to have
a go?"

The room went quiet as everyone considered the offer.  I looked
at Bambi to see if I could read her thoughts on her face.  She
was staring at Bud's cock and doing some considering of her own.
As she thought it over, her hands stole to her breasts and she
stroked her fingers over her nipples.  I knew she wanted to do it
more than anything, but her desire was up against one very large,
very wide taboo.

Janice shook her head at the same time that Connie spoke up.  

"Me!" Connie said, with an obvious effort.

Jolene rolled off the table and Connie took her place.  She
scooted her butt down so it was almost off the edge of the table
and Bud resumed his kneeling position.

"Will you need to be restrained?"  He asked, placing the head of
his cock between the lips of Connie's pussy.

Connie took a sharp breath and thought about it.  "No.  Don't
hold me down.  But stop if I start to scream too loudly.  And
I'll never remember that damn word, so I'll trust everyone to
know when I've had enough."

"OK," Bud said.  Here we go.  He pressed against Connie's
opening.  He pressed harder, then harder still.  The head slowly
stretched her more-experienced pussy out and slid inside much
easier than it had with Jolene's never-used pussy.  Even so,
Connie still cried out and grabbed hold of the edges of the table
with both hands, her knuckles turning white with the effort.

Bud paused and even pulled back a fraction of an inch.  "Do you
need to wait a little?" He asked.

"No!  Oh, my God!  It's huge!" She said, panting.  "It's the
biggest thing I've ever had in me.  But, no, keep going before I
clamp down.  I can get used to it when it's all the way in."

Bud pressed on, shoving deeper and deeper still.  As his cock
slowly vanished into Connie's horny hole, her arousal
skyrocketed.  She started to blabber continuously, "Oh my God! 
Oh my God!  Eeeeee!  Oh, it's big!  It's so damn BIG!  It's just
so fucking fantastically filling me up.  It's, OW!  It's   jeeez!
 Oh damn!  Oh, don't stop!  Keep going!  Get that fucker in me! 
Do it!  FUCK ME!  Oh, fuck meeeeee!  Jeeez!"

There were still four or five inches to go when Bud bottomed out
in Connie.  He pressed harder, but he only pushed her down the
table.  When he pulled back, she came with him, stuck on his
massive cock until she loosened up or her lubricants built up
enough to let him go.

"Oh, shit!" she said.  "Pardon my French, but this is just so
un-fucking-believable!  I've never felt anything like this
before.  He's just filled me totally UP!  I can feel him with
every part of me.  I feel like a glove on that big cock.  This is
great!"

Bud worked back and forth until he felt the tight grip on his
cock start to slack off.  All at once, a couple of inches of cock
slid back out of Connie and he quickly put it all back in and
added another small bit.

Her face told us that he was well into uncharted territory.  When
he pushed in she shut up and got a look of wonder on her face, as
though she couldn't believe what she was experiencing.  She went
back to holding onto the table, but this time she pulled to meet
Bud's thrusts.

As moving inside her became easier, Bud fucked her harder and
faster.  It was clear that he needed more sensation than before
to reach climax, and he was trying to get it by giving Connie the
screwing of her life.

Jolene saw that Bud needed more stimulation, too.  She crawled
between his legs and put her head next to the edge of the table.
I didn't know what she planned until she started licking Bud's
balls and the underside of his cock where it stuck out of
Connie.

Bud responded by plunging into Connie even harder than before. 
She squealed with delight and her legs went up and wrapped around
his waist.  Her hands gripped the edge of the table tightly and
the muscles bunched in her shoulders.  He leaned further forward
over her so their torsos would rub together and he could feel her
breasts pressed to his chest.  I watched her eyes roll and her
mouth gape as her climax rose within her like molten lava rising
in the throat of a volcano.

It was too hot a scene to watch and not feel carried along with
Connie's arousal.  Janice was on the sofa with her legs apart,
trying to cram all her fingers in her pussy.  Bambi stood
transfixed beside the table tugging her nipples in time with
Bud's thrusts.  I was feeling so dizzy that my head seemed to be
floating above my body and I felt like I was seeing things from a
disconnected perspective.

I knew that watching this would only make Bambi hornier and
hotter.  I knew she was relying on me to keep her from doing
something she might regret later.  It was still possible that she
might step over the line with Bud, but I could at least give her
another outlet for her erotic energy.

I went around to the sofa and pulled Bambi down between Janice
and me.  I pulled one hand away from her nipple and replaced it
with my mouth.  She responded by using her hand to stroke my
pussy and rub my engorged labia.

When Bambi added her fingers to the cluster that Janice was
stuffing between her legs, Janice slid over and joined me at
Bambi's other nipple.  Janice latched on and sucked while both
she and Bambi continued to finger-fuck her bright pink pussy.

In this awkward position, neither Janice nor I could watch the
show on the table, but Bambi could, and did.  Her reactions gave
us plenty of information as to how Connie was doing.  I put a
hand between her legs and they instantly flew apart to welcome my
attention.  She was so wet I could easily get three fingers
inside.  I pushed and twisted awhile, and shortly she was loose
enough for four.  Even four of my fingers weren't a strain on
her, though.  My hands were tiny   proportioned to my diminutive
size.  I realized that I could probably get my whole hand inside
her if I tried, and if she were willing.

Bambi's abdomen quivered and her pussy clenched around my hand. 
A flood of juice poured out, soaking my arm past my wrist.  She
growled deeply, like a tigress in heat, and bore down on my hand.
 Her desire - her need - was clear.  I folded my thumb into my
palm and pushed.  She pushed back, her body jerking from the
sensation of having my hand forced through her opening.

Quicker and much easier than I expected, my hand slipped inside
her and her pussylips closed on my wrist.  Janice left Bambi's
breast when she saw what was going on and stared wide-eyed at my
arm as it disappeared into Bambi.  The devastatingly erotic
sights of Bud's monster cock plowing into Connie and my arm
filling up Bambi turned her on so much she put both hands between
her legs and pulled furiously on her pussy as if trying to
stretch herself out.  I didn't know if she wanted to get loose
enough to play the games the rest of us were enjoying of if she
was just playing, but she sure looked determined.

I understood soon enough when she crossed her leg over Bambi's. 
She held her pussy open as wide as she could and said, "Me too! 
Oh, please!  Do me too!"

Despite my doubts, I folded the base of my thumb over and
narrowed my other hand even more than the first.  To my
astonishment, I was able to get my hand down almost as narrow as
my wrist.  I slipped my fingers inside Janice easily and rotated
my hand around to spread her lubrication.

Her reaction to having something that large pushing into her set
her off the same way it had Bambi.  She grunted and groaned
loudly as she pushed back, working herself open even further on
my hand.

Just when I thought she would give up, Janice shrieked and
plunged her hips down.  My hand slipped through her opening and
then she, too had my hand inside her with the taut ring of her
pussy opening closed around my wrist.  She collapsed back onto
the sofa so limply that I thought she had passed out.  Her
vaginal muscles were convulsing on my hand so hard it felt like I
had my hand in the wringer of one of those old-fashioned washing
machines.

Gradually, her contractions slowed to a halt and she lifted her
head to see my arm sticking out between her legs.

"Oh, God!  That feels incredible!" She said.  "I had no idea I
could do this!"

"Oh, you can stretch WAY more than this!" Bambi told her,
laughing.  I twisted my hand inside her, in case she was about to
explain the personal experiences that had provided her with that
sure and certain bit of wisdom.  

The effect on her was profound.  Her head dropped back and her
eyes bugged out.  She fell back and almost swooned as Janice had
done.

Janice saw this and said to me, "Me too!  Do that to me too!"

I watched her face as I did as she asked.  Her expression was one
of shock and astonishment.  That she had never felt anything like
it before was obvious.  That she was feeling something that she
never imagined she would feel was also obvious.  That it was
turning her on like nothing else she had ever experienced was as
clear as crystal.

I opened both my hands inside their vaginas and stroked the
silky-wet surface with my fingers.  I could feel the muscles
tighten at my touch.  Both my hands were inside the bodies of two
other people.  It was like nothing I had ever felt before.

I pushed further inside, feeling around as I went.  Bambi and
Janice grabbed each other and held on for dear life as I explored
deeper and deeper.  They both cried out in sharp screams of
surprised arousal as I touched them in new places and in new
ways.

I tried to imagine what it must feel like to have someone touch
you inside like that.  I realized that it was a poor idea to
visualize it, because all I managed to do was to make my self
incredibly horny.  I felt my clit swell and try to peek out of
its hiding place.  I wanted to rub it very badly, but both my
hands were otherwise occupied.  In my kneeling position, the best
I could do was spread my legs apart as far as I could to try to
pull the skin back and force my sensitive nubbin into the air of
the room.

I twisted and pushed my hands deeper into both pussies until both
Janice and Bambi were babbling and blubbering non-stop.  They
were so hot they were nearly hysterical and both were stroking,
squeezing and kissing the other in a frenzy of heat and passion.

Finally, my arms were in as far as they would go.  My fists were
bunched at the deepest point in each.  I turned my hands over and
felt the round knobs of their cervixes, rolling them between my
thumbs and fingers.

This was the last straw for both.  They both screamed into each
other's mouth and they both came so hard that they almost kicked
me in the head as their bodies thrashed about, out of control.  I
had to pull my arms out to the wrist to get enough distance to
keep my noggin from being kneed.  Even that wasn't enough,
though.  I saw a foot heading my way and I jerked back away,
pulling my hands free in the process and falling back against the
coffee table where Bud was continuing to fuck Connie senseless
and Jolene was trying to get both of Bud's lemon-sized balls into
her mouth at once.

All of this was too much for me.  My clit demanded attention NOW!
 It stood out from its perch above my pussy and quivered in the
cool air of the room, begging for something or someone to touch
it.  I knew that if I did, I would cum instantly.  Instead, I
slid my hand over my hairless mound and forked two fingers around
it, pulling back on the hood to expose still more hypersensitive
clit.

I pressed in and back with my fingers, shutting off the return
flow of blood and forcing my clit to swell even larger.  I watch,
fascinated, as it swelled hugely, reaching over an inch long and
a half-inch wide at the fattest part.  The bigger it got, the
hotter I got and the greater the sexual tension I felt growing
inside me.  I tightened my stomach so much that the muscles
vibrated with the effort.  The movement carried down to my clit
and it wiggled up and down, driving me to even greater heights of
lust and excitement.

The feeling of lust turned into one of power and pride as my
little clit continued to grow under the force of blood filling
it.  I became so focused on the idea of making it bigger that I
didn't notice that, without consciously thinking about it, I had
slipped into a trance.

All I knew was that the bigger my clit got, the better it felt,
and I wanted it to feel better.  I desperately willed it to get
bigger.  I commanded it to get bigger and, under the influence of
my will, in my tranced state, it did.  It grew and grew.  It got
longer and fatter, rising up in a small but majestic curve to
stand all of two inches tall, a miniature cock thrusting up from
my groin   ruby red and throbbing with each beat of my heart.

At this point I understood what I had done, but I was so
incredibly hot that nothing could stop my urge to make my clit as
big as possible.  I let go of the grip I had on my groin and
almost fainted from the rush of blood.  My clit drooped for a
second, then steadied and surged upward again as new blood
brought new cells and new energy to the effort.  Now, it wasn't
just swelling with blood, it was actually growing, getting bigger
and adding tissue, just as my nipples and areola had done when I
had mentally enlarged them.

When my clit got to almost two and a half inches long and nearly
an inch thick, I couldn't stand it any longer.  I wet my fingers
in my pussy and lightly took hold of my clit.  The sensation was
unbelievable.  I felt like I had hold of a raw nerve that sent
bolts of heat straight to my brain.  Just holding it started me
cumming.  When I felt my orgasm begin, I went for broke.  I
started stroking my clit like I had seen Bud stroke his cock,
start at the base and pull out to the tip and then flip my wrist
over and push my clit through my fingers with my hips like I was
fucking my hand.

As my climax crashed and pounded through me like breakers at the
beach, I was overcome by a need to fuck something.  My hand
wasn't enough, I needed to plant my clit in something warm and
wet and hump away.  Connie was full-up at the moment and Janice
and Bambi were limp as dishrags.  Jolene was deeply into her oral
adoration of Bud's balls, but her pussy was available and I
quickly took advantage of her position.

She was on her back with her head between Bud's legs and Connie's
ass, supporting herself on her elbows.  Her legs were splayed out
on the floor and her pussy looked perfectly inviting - just the
warm, wet, soft place my big, stiff clit needed to be.

I got down between her legs and pulled her knees up to put her
pussy at the right angle.  She offered no resistance, eagerly
opening her legs and offering herself to whatever I wanted to do
to her.  I ran a finger between her inner-lips to spread them and
then I sank my erect clit into her slit and ground my hips into
her, driving as deep as I could into her.

The feeling was one of pure ecstasy.  I pressed into Jolene as
far as I could, wishing my clit were even a fraction of the size
of Bud's huge cock so I could make her feel something of what I
felt at that moment.

She must have felt something, for sure.  She keened shrilly
around her mouthful of Bud's balls and wrapped her legs around my
ass, pulling me tighter into her.

I couldn't tell if my clit were actually doing something for her
or if she were just getting off on the grinding, but she humped
her butt off the floor in response to my attack on her pussy. 
She did it again and I got the idea that she wanted me to fuck
her.  I fought to clear my head enough to pay attention to
Jolene's needs and I started a rocking motion with my hips that
drove my hard clit into her and then pulled it out slightly
before pushing it in again.

The friction with her slick opening was the most intoxicating
thing I had ever felt.  I almost totally lost it right then.  I
wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and just cum and cum and
cum, but that wouldn't have been fair to Jolene to just use her
that way.  I felt an obligation to share my pleasure with her, so
I tried to prolong my pleasure for her benefit.  I wondered if
this was anything like what boys experienced when they had their
hard cocks inside us girls.  I sure hoped so, because it was an
incredible feeling.

With my clit inside Jolene, I again concentrated on making it
bigger, both for my sake and now for hers.  With every forward
thrust, I imagined it growing longer and thicker, reaching deeper
into her, exploring more of her with every second.

Jolene responded to me by bracing herself on one elbow, she
reached up and put a hand behind my neck and pulled my head down
next to hers in the cramped space between Bud and Connie.  She
spit out the testicle she had been nursing and kissed me
passionately.

Bud must have noticed what was happening, because he started
making shallower strokes into Connie so he could watch us kissing
just under his cock.  He even moved a knee back a couple of
inches to allow us some more room.

Jolene took advantage of the situation to release her lip-lock on
me and started to lick the underside of Bud's shaft as it slid in
and out of Connie.  I copied her and did the same to the top,
riding it in and giving Connie's clit a flick with my tongue with
each thrust.

Connie had been cumming continuously for quite a while now, but
the additional action on her clit started her babbling again.

"Oh, yes!  Oh, God!  That's fantastic!  Lick it!  Lick it! 
Ohoooohooooowww!"  She tailed off into moans that were very
gratifying to hear.  I matched my thrusts into Jolene to those of
Bud into Connie so I could lick and briefly suck Connie's clit
for her.

All of this was starting to tell on Bud.  Fucking one girl while
two others licked his cock, his balls, and her clit, must have
been powerfully arousing.  He started bucking his hips, stabbing
his cock into Connie with short jabs.  He closed his eyes and put
his hands on his ass-cheeks, just focusing on what was happening
to his cock.

We were all worked into a frenzy of lust.  I was cumming hard,
Connie was cumming harder, and Jolene was panting so hard she was
having a tough time keeping her tongue on Bud's cock.  Bud
started working his cock out of Connie, an inch of so at a time,
continuing to fuck her with those short jabs.  He was close to
cumming and he wanted to let Jolene have the honor of bringing
him off.

With a moan that turned into a growl he pulled his big cock out
of Connie's well-stretched pussy and held perfectly still. 
Jolene pursed her lips and sucked the sensitive underside of the
head of his cock.  I held it in place with my own lips and licked
the mighty shaft.  Thus encouraged, Bud tensed his stomach and
let fly.

The first bolt of cum flew into Connie's gaping opening and
disappeared.  The reaction raised his aim a bit and the second
stream arced over her body and hit her in the face, dropping a
trail the whole length of her body.  The third fell short,
hitting Jolene in the cheek and spattering both her face and
mine.  I flinched up at that and the fourth bolt of cum flew high
in the air and came down right between Connie's breasts.

After that it was fire-hose time.  I grabbed Bud's cock and
pointed it over at Janice and Bambi, who were still cuddled
together on the sofa, too exhausted to do anything but watch and
squeal as I gave each a shot.

After that I pulled his cock down and pointed it directly into
Jolene's open mouth.  Three more thick streams filled her up and
she closed her mouth.

I took the next two, sucking them straight from his pulsating
nozzle and swallowing quickly as I had learned to do to keep from
being choked by the torrent.

I had lost track by then, but Bud still wasn't finished.  I
pulled his cock back to Connie's pussy and he rammed it home to
fill her with his seed.  It was way too late for it, but I hoped
that Connie was on the Pill or her womb would be treated to
enough sperm to make her pregnant with triplets.

Connie seemed more delighted with his gift than concerned.  She
shrieked as she felt his cock pulsing inside her, spraying her
with his hot cum.  

"Oh wow!  I can feel it shooting into me!  It's wonderful!" She
said.

Bud pulled back out with his cock covered in cum.  He was no
longer squirting, but a steady drool of cum still poured from his
cock.  Jolene opened her mouth wide to catch it as it dripped
from the head and I licked and sucked the shaft clean.

Bud put a hand around the base and squeezed and stroked it to
coax the remaining cum down the shaft and into Jolene's open
mouth.  When the last drop was gone, he collapsed backward on his
butt and then fell back to lie on the thick carpet.  He was
completely spent, in every sense of the word.

I rolled off Jolene and found that my clit had shrunk
considerably after the workout I had given it and the many
orgasms it had given me.  It only poked out a half-inch or so and
still looked very erect for a normal-sized organ, but I knew that
was the result of the enhancement I had given it.  When engorged
with blood, it would be just shorter than my little finger, but a
lot more fun to poke into a pussy.

I smiled slyly as I touched it gingerly.  I had a cock.  Not much
of one, but way better than my finger for probing dark, wet
places.  I hadn't considered the implications of my actions when
I was horny and tranced but, in retrospect, this looked to be a
very nice alteration indeed.  I was already thinking of the fun
things I could do with it.

Jolene leaned over to have a look for herself.  Like me, at the
time, she was too hot to care, but now that it was all over, she
was certain to be curious about what I had been doing to her, and
how.

"Was that what I think it was?" she asked.

"Unhunh," I said.  I skinned back my hood a bit and squeezed with
my fingers.  My clit swelled up visibly under the pressure. 
Jolene got the idea with no further demonstration.

"Wow!  That's like, really cool!  You know, you were pretty deep
there.  I could feel it going past my cherry.  Bud must have
stretched it pretty good.  How did you do that?  Get it that big,
I mean."

I thought for a bit about how to answer that.  I tried to spin
the truth without being obvious about it.  I said, "I just got
really turned on and clamped it off with my fingers.  It swelled
up really huge and I was so hot I just had to try it out.  Did it
feel good?"

"Oh, yeah!  It was great!  When I felt it going inside without
hurting me, I went crazy.  You fucked me really good.  It was
just what I needed to relax."  She lay down  beside me and
touched me where I had been rubbing.  "I'd like to do that again,
soon.  I thought I was going to like fucking, but now I know for
sure!"

We lay there, spending a minimum of energy cuddling and stroking
each other.  Bud was nearly passed out next to us.

I saw someone step over me and go around the end of the sofa.  It
was Bambi, heading to the bathroom.  She came back with a damp
towel and used it to mop the cum off of everyone before it dried.
 Then she wiped up the small drips on the upholstery and the big
puddle on the coffee table.  She looked very domestic doing that,
even in the nude.

She put another towel under Connie, to catch the overflow that
was seeping out of her.  Connie had recovered enough to move back
to the large sofa.  She took the towel with her and wore it like
a diaper.  She looked as exhausted as I felt.  They all did.  We
were a bunch of very sexually satiated girls and one wasted
super-stud.

It was well short of midnight, but everyone was so exhausted that
when we could move again, we all shuffled off to baths and beds.
I don't remember how it was decided, but Jolene, Bud and I went
off to his bed, while Bambi, Connie and Janice slept in mine.  

After I got out of the shower, I peeked into Jim's room through
the connecting door of the bathroom and saw Neeka and Jim sound
asleep in a bed that looked like it had been through a tornado. 
The mattress was even twisted on the springs.  Those two must
have had as much fun as the rest of us after they went off by
themselves.

I had just eased the door shut when Jolene slipped into the
hallway with me, a sly smile on her lips.

"Bud already asleep?" I asked.

"Yes.  We wore him out.  He went out like a light.  Thanks for
working things out this way.  I never thought of sleeping
together like this.  It's exciting.  But it's just exciting, you
know.  I'm not scared or anything with you here, too.  I'm
getting better, you know."

"Yes, I noticed," I told her.  I wasn't sure I should take credit
for arranging something that I couldn't remember doing, but I was
so sleepy that I could hardly keep my eyes open and accepting the
credit seemed the easy way out.  Then Jolene said something that
woke me up.

"I know a secret," she said.

Any other girl would probably have been excited and intrigued to
hear a friend say that.  I had too many secrets for it to be
anything but alarming to me.  I almost begged her to keep
whatever secret she had uncovered to herself.  Then I decided
that I would need to know what she had discovered so I could try
to manage the leak if it became necessary.

"What?" I asked.  I think a note of unease crept into my voice. 
I could think of any number of ways I had given myself away.

"I know why Mrs. Reynolds never looked in on us."

For a second I didn't know if I should be relieved or worried.  
Then I let myself relax a little.  This was one secret that
wouldn't be awful to have get out.

"OK, 'Nancy Drew'." I said.  "What have you deduced?"

"Mrs. Reynolds never looked in on us because she didn't need to.
She knew what was going on because she was there all the time. 
Bambi is Mrs. Reynolds, isn't she?"

"What makes you think that?"  My lack of denial should have been
enough confirmation for her, but I wanted to hear her reasoning
before I admitted anything.  

"Well, to start with, for someone who is just visiting, she sure
knows where everything is in the house.  She knew which cabinet
the plates and stuff in the kitchen were kept.  She knew where
the extra towels would be.  She knew which doors to open, and so
on.  Second, although I didn't think anything of it at the time,
you didn't introduce her as your sister.  You just let us assume
she was without actually saying so."

"All that sounds like hindsight to me," I said.  "What gave it
away?"

"She wiped the cum off my chin."

"She did that, didn't she?"  I saw it as soon as she said it. 
Bambi had taken a damp towel and cleaned us all up.  Just like a
mother with a room full of toddlers, she had wiped off our sticky
faces for us.  I hadn't noticed because it didn't strike me as
anything out of character for her.  To me, she was also 'Mom'.

"OK, you got me.  Bambi isn't my sister.  She's Bud and Jim's
mother.  Mine too, I guess.  But I want you to remember that I
never lied to you.  I just let all of you jump to the wrong
conclusions."

"I won't tell," Jolene said.  "She can go on being your sister,
if that's what you want."

"Thank you.  We didn't do this to put you on.  We did it to let
Bambi be herself for a change, instead of being 'Mrs. Reynolds'.
She got married and had Jim when she was as old as you thought
she still looked today.  She was sure that everyone would know
immediately who she was.  When that didn't happen she relaxed and
let herself recapture some of the time she feels she missed by
becoming 'Mrs. Reynolds' so soon in life.  I'd appreciate it a
lot if you would help me do that for her.  Help her be 'Bambi'
for a while longer.  Treat her just like you treat me.  If she
slips up again, just ignore it.  OK?"

"Sam, I won't do anything to make her embarrassed or
uncomfortable.  Really.  I like her.  I like her a whole lot.  I
hope she likes me, too.  Maybe one day, if things work out,
she'll be my mother-in-law."

"Now there is a reason to keep her secret if there ever was one!
Just don't make her a grandmother anytime soon, OK?"

"Oh I don't...Oh Jeez!  I hadn't thought...I mean, we
didn't...I'm going to have to work something out.  My mother will
freak if I tell her I want to go on the pill."

"How upset will she be if you tell her you're pregnant?"

"Right.  Oh, crud!  OK, I'm going to have to have one of 'those
talks' with her.  I guess that's something I'm going to have to
deal with, right?"

"Looks that way.  I'd offer to help, but I think this is one of
those things you need to do by yourself   you know?"

"Oh, I know.  And I'm really, really grateful for everything
you've done to help so far.  You're the best!"

"You're welcome."

"Sam, there is something else that I really hate to ask you, but
it's something I'm worried about and you are the only one I can
trust."  

I heard the faint sound of an alarm bell ringing in the back of
my head.

"Jolene, you're the sweetest person I know.  I love you dearly
and I will be happy to do anything I can for you.  Just ask."

"Well, you've told us how we need to take our time and go slow
and everything will work out   and we both think that's really
good advice.  Neither of us wants to rush.  I even think I'm
starting to enjoy the 'treatment's, you know?  The thing is   I
know that Bud is very gifted sexually.  Heck, he's hung like a
mule!  But I didn't understand until lately that he needs sex. 
He needs a lot of sex or he gets tense and frustrated.  I can't
give it to him yet and I don't want him to be tempted to get it
from other girls at school.  Could you please help me?  You are
one of the few girls who can handle his cock and you seem to
enjoy fucking him.  Could you please see that Bud gets enough sex
so he won't need to start seeing other girls?  I know this is a
lot to ask, but you are the only one who can help."

That alarm bell that was ringing in the back of my head fell off
the wall and hit the floor with a 'thunk' and a 'sproing!'  This
was one of those things I was going to feel guilty about either
way.

"Jolene, I want you and Bud to be happy.  I would like you two to
be happy together.  I will do my best to keep Bud sexually
satisfied until you and he can get to a point in your
relationship where that is a chore you can handle on your own.  I
will take every opportunity to drain his balls so he won't get
tense and frustrated.  OK?"

"Great!  Thank you so much, Sam.  You are the best friend I ever
had.  I love you so much!"  She threw her arms around me and
hugged me tight.  I held her and kissed her until I could pry
loose from her enthusiastic embrace.

"I love you too, Jolene.  Now let's get to bed.  I'm beat."

We turned out the light and crawled into bed on either side of
what had to be one of the luckiest guys every to walk the earth.
I mean, how many guys' girlfriends beg other girls to fuck them
to keep them happy?  Of course, this wasn't going to be exactly
an unpleasant duty for me either.  I drifted off thinking about
how awesomely great everything was working out for everyone.





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