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Growing Up A Master by MWTB

Introduction

The story presented below is fiction and fantasy.  The things that
happen in this story should not be construed as being realistic.
Teens don't do what these teens do.  Adults don't behave the way these
adults do.  Abused women do not behave as these abused women do.  I
will ignore any comments about it being unrealistic; I know that it
is.  But it's still fun to read.

  If you are under the legal age to be reading this story, stop.
  
The author retains all rights to this story.  It may be re-posted on
free websites, however proper attribution must be given.



Special thanks to Skyrat, BanditIRA and etorymaker for editing. This
is my first story without Peter Z as an editor, but these two stepped
up and did an excellent job. I hope you can see that in the work.



Chapter One: Introducing the Alexanders

 My family was not your average Norman Rockwell American family, which
will become quite apparent shortly.  I don't mean to say that I didn't
grow up in a very loving family, because I did.  It was just not the
typical home.
 
 My father's name is Bob Alexander.  He was a very strong father
figure; very firm, but loving and he had an extremely powerful
personality.  He was a senior executive at a large company, and as a
result, we lived a very comfortable lifestyle.  My dad was a handsome
man, a little over six feet tall, his black hair graying at the
temples, showing signs of middle age but still quite fit and strong.
 
 My mother's name is Mary, and she is a more difficult person to
describe.  Physically she was quite beautiful and kept herself in
excellent condition.  She had dark blue eyes and light brown hair
which she streaked with blonde.  She had quite a nice figure, usually
tanned, slim in all the places that she should be, with her hips and
breasts swelling nicely.  She was about 5' 5" and just a tad top
heavy.  She also had a fairly strong personality in most areas - the
one exception was that she completely acquiesced to my father in every
way.  I never heard a single argument between them growing up, which I
did not find strange until I began staying over at friend's houses and
observing how their parents interacted.  If there was ever a
difference of opinion in my house, my father would listen carefully to
my mother's arguments, however he would always make the make the final
decision.  My mother would never second guess him or in any way
question him.
 
 As for me, my name is Jake, and I am an only child.  I like to think
that I have always been a reasonably advanced child.  I always had a
number of friends and was fairly popular, but I never really felt I
belonged in any of the school cliques.  Physically, I had light brown
hair which had darkened as I was growing up.  I was usually one of the
taller children in my class, and I was quite wiry until my mid teenage
years.
 
 In addition to my parents and myself, we had one other person living
in the house, and this was the one area where our family most
noticeably different from other families.  The woman who lived with us
served in the capacity of a housekeeper.  I am not sure when she
started with us, but she was nineteen years older than me.  I never
knew what her real name was; in our house, she was only called Girl.
 
 You see, Girl was not a normal housekeeper.  She had a bedroom in our
attic, and received food in addition to board.  However, she was not
paid and she never took a vacation.  While my friend's housekeepers
joked around with the families whom they served and in many cases were
considered part of the family, Girl most definitely was not.
 
 Girl was almost always in uniform, and the uniforms that she wore
were very revealing.  Any time she bent over, her breasts were
completely on display.  Her skirts were very short and as far as I
knew she owned no underwear.  The uniform was traditional French maid
by way of Fredrick's of Hollywood.  In addition to the uniform, she
always wore silver bands on her wrists and neck.
 
 Girl had many tasks to perform, and if she did not perform them
correctly or if she did something wrong in any way, she was punished.
Since she did not receive any monetary compensation, the punishments
that she received were corporal in nature. It was not uncommon to hear
my father say at the dinner table, "Girl!  Punishment position." At
that point Girl would bend over the table near my father and pull her
skirt up, exposing her bare ass.  My father would then use his hand,
his belt or a crop that was always at hand, depending on the severity
of the infraction.
 
 While she would often cry out softly, Girl would never complain or
argue about her punishment.  After each administration she would
simply say, "Thank you, sir."
 
 Girl was also punished in other ways, though when I was younger this
was not done in front of me.  Our attic contained two rooms, my
playroom and her apartment.  One day when I was about six or seven, I
was entertaining myself in my playroom and I decided to go see what
Girl was doing in her room.  I knocked but there was no answer, so I
opened the door and went in.  The sight before me was truly amazing,
though confusing to my young eyes.  Girl was suspended naked from the
ceiling by her wrists, a red ball in her mouth and a blindfold over
her eyes.  Her legs were spread apart and chained to supports on the
wall, and on her back were a truly impressive set of marks.  It was
clear that she had been whipped hard.
 
 I suppose that I should have been worried seeing her like this, but I
was not.  Instead, I walked around her, examining her condition.  I
looked at the welts on her back, and as I continued around her I saw
that she was marked on her front as well.  I couldn't help it.  I
reached out and touched a welt on her back.  She gasped behind the
gag, and attempted to pull away, but she could not go far.
 
 I moved closer and ran my fingers along each of the welts, trying to
imagine what it must have been like for her to receive them.  I
continued following the welts around to her front.  My fingers crossed
over her stomach and her breasts.  Her nipples hardened as I ran my
fingers over them, following one of the welts.  I moved my fingers
down to her bald pussy and her thighs, where there were still more
marks.  As I traced the marks on her thighs I discovered that they
were moist, though being so young, I did not understand what that
meant.  When I had finished tracing all the marks on her body I took a
last look and then I left the room, closing the door behind me.
 
 At dinner that night, while Girl was in the kitchen getting the food,
I asked my father, "What was Girl punished for this morning?"
 
 "Excuse me?" my father asked.
 
 "I went into Girl's room this morning," I explained, "and I saw that
she had been punished, harder than I've seen her punished before.  I
was just wondering why she was being punished."
 
 My father looked at me for quite a long moment, not saying anything.
Girl came in to clear our plates and then went back into the kitchen.
Finally my father said, "Actually, she did not do anything wrong."
 
 "Than why was she punished?" I asked.
 
 "You wouldn't understand it right now, but I promise that I will
explain it to you in the future," my father told me, and that was all
that he would say.
 
 +++++
 
 Things continued normally, at least by my family's definition of
normal, for another few years.  The next major change in my life came
when I was eleven.  I was at the kitchen counter doing my homework,
and I had a snack and drink next to me.  Girl was quietly preparing
dinner when she knocked over my glass of milk, spilling it on my work.
She squeaked, "I'm sorry, sir," and we both rushed to clean up the
mess.  When it was clean, I looked over my work and saw that it was
ruined, and that I would have to do it again.
 
 "It's ruined," I said.
 
 "I'm sorry, sir," Girl repeated.
 
 "That's not good enough," I said.  Then I told her, "Punishment
 position."
 
   She looked at me blankly for a moment and made no move.  I repeated
myself more sharply, saying, "Girl!  Punishment position!"
 
 She waited another ten seconds and then turned to the counter and
bent over it.  She raised the back of her skirt and put her hands in
front of her.  I moved behind her and slapped her ass as hard as my
little hands could.  I spanked her ten times, and then said, "That was
for ruining my homework.  I gave you ten to make up for the extra time
that I will have to spend on redoing my homework.  Now you are going
to get twenty more for not listening to me when I told you to get
ready for your punishment."
 
 I gave her the next twenty, though towards the end I was wondering
how my father was able to do it; my hand was getting very tired and
hurting, and the last strokes were fairly weak.  When I was done she
said, "Thank you, sir," just as she would for my father.  She then
stood up and continued with dinner.  What I did not know was that my
mother had witnessed the entire episode.
 
 That night my father asked me to sit and speak with him. "I
understand that you punished Girl today," he said.
 
 "Yes, sir," I replied. "She was clumsy and ruined my homework, so
that I had to redo it.  I know that you would have punished her had
she done the same to you.  Was it wrong for me to punish her?"
 
 "No Jake, it's not wrong.  But I want you to understand something
about Girl.  She will take any punishment that you choose to give her.
This places a great responsibility on you.  Just because you have the
ability to do something to a person does not mean that it is always
right.
 
 "Your mother and Girl both told me what happened, and I agree with
you that it was an appropriate reaction.  But you must be very careful
not to administer a punishment out of anger.  You are not old enough
yet to really understand how to control your anger.  Therefore, you do
not have permission to discipline Girl any time that you are angry,
either at her or anyone else.
 
 "The punishments that you mete out must be appropriate to the
infraction, and if they are not it will be my responsibility to Girl
to disallow you from supplying the punishment.  Do you understand?"
 
 "I think so, sir," I responded. "You need to make sure that I don't
hurt her too badly, and if I am angry I might lose control."
 
 "Exactly, son," my father said. "I am proud that you understand that.
I am curious about one thing, though.  Why did you feel that ruining
homework was worth ten, but not listening to you was worth twenty?"
 
 "Well, my homework I could do over again, and it was an accident on
her part even if she was clumsy, so she should not be punished too
much.  But when she did not listen to me, that was disrespectful, and
you taught me that being disrespectful was a very bad thing."
 
 "I am very proud of your judgment, and you may continue to discipline
Girl when you feel it appropriate," my father told me.  I went to bed
that night happy that my father was proud of me.
 
  ++++
  
 Things proceeded with my life with only a few changes.  I did
discipline Girl on occasion, but not very frequently.  Another thing
that changed, however, was my father's behavior towards my mother in
front of me.  I had known that my father punished my mother the same
way that he punished Girl.  I had walked by their room enough times
when I heard the belt hitting her, and once their door was open just a
little.  However in the past, it was always done out of my sight.
After I began punishing Girl, however, my father now occasionally
rebuked my mother in my presence.
 
 I remember one time that we were sitting in the living room watching
television.  My father came in furious at my mother. I do not remember
exactly what the issue was, but she had neglected to do something she
was supposed to, which infuriated my father.  He said, "I've talked to
you about this before!  Now strip!"
 
 My mother looked at him in surprise, and glanced over at me, then
back at my father with pleading eyes.  My father, however, was not
interested.  My mother got up, unzipped her dress and dropped it to
the floor.  Again, this was a change.  In the past, my mother was
certainly not shy about her body, and the clothes that she wore were
often skimpy.  Never before however, had she been completely naked in
front of me.  Now she stood there naked; it seemed that Girl was not
the only household member that didn't bother with underwear.
 
 "Punishment position," my father announced.
 
   My mother bent over the side of the couch where I was sitting.  She
put her hands down on the cushion next to me and looked at me as my
father positioned himself behind her.
 
 I looked over at her and I couldn't help but staring at her pendulous
breasts hanging in front of me.  She looked me right in the eye as my
father took off his belt and swung it at her ass.  She gasped, but did
not scream.  She continued looking at me as my father struck her
twenty times.  When he was finished, she simply said, "Thank you,
sir."
 
 My father was staring at her ass, breathing heavily. "Please leave
the room, Jake," he requested.
 
 I got up and walked out.  In order to leave the room I had to pass
behind my mother, who was still in position on the couch.  I could see
the welts rising on her ass.  As I left the room I saw my father
unbuttoning his pants.  I went to my room, but I was old enough by
this point to understand what was going on.
 
 After this incident my father did not hesitate to discipline my
mother in front of me, though most were not as harsh as the original
punishment that I had witnessed.  In addition, my mother began wearing
fewer clothes around the house, as my father demanded that she dress
more provocatively.  Things were certainly changing as I grew up.
 


Chapter Two: An Offer I Can't Refuse



 My next life change came when I was fourteen years old, in my last
year before high school.  My father asked me to join him once again
for a conversation.  "Do you recall a conversation that we had a few
years ago, when you discovered Girl whipped in her room?  You asked
why I had punished Girl when she had done nothing wrong."
 
 I nodded.  It was a long time ago, but the events surrounding it were
memorable, and later events caused me to ponder that conversation
frequently.
 
 My father continued, "I told you at the time that you were too young
to understand, and that I would explain it later.  Now is the time
that I do that.  You are getting older, and unless I am wrong,
starting to get interested in girls.  Am I correct?"
 
 "That's true," I said, and it was.
 
  I think, however, that I was not as crazy about girls as some of the
other boys in my class, because while they were drooling over the
thought of seeing a naked girl, I didn't have to drool. Given Girl's
outfits, I saw all her private parts every day, and my mother was no
longer shy about closing her door, occasionally walking around with no
clothing, or sunbathing nude by the pool.  As a result, I had two very
sexy women that I saw naked on a regular basis.
 
 "I want to explain to you about Girl, your mother, and women in
general," my father told me. "I guess you could call it a modified
birds and the bees talk."
 
 I nodded for him to continue.
 
 "You understand that Girl does not behave like other women, right?"
 
 "Yes," I replied, nodding.
 
 "Girl is a slave," my father continued. "Girl has given herself up
completely to your mother and me."
 
 "Isn't slavery illegal?" I asked.  By this point, I had learned all
about Abraham Lincoln, the Civil War and the Emancipation
Proclamation.
 
 "Yes, it is," my father explained.  "However the kind of slavery that
is illegal is forced servitude.  If I had forced Girl into the house,
and I held her here so that she could not leave, that would be
illegal.  However though she is a slave, it is by her own desire. If
she chose to, she could leave her slavery tomorrow.  That is not her
desire, however.
 
 "In Girl's mind, she does not want to be responsible for anything, so
she gave all responsibility over to us.  She put herself into
voluntary slavery.  This means that we are in charge of her, we can do
what we want with her.  In return we provide for her; all her needs
are met and all her decisions are made for her.  In addition to
wanting to give up all control, Girl is wired in such a way that she
likes pain.  I don't know why, but that is the way that she is.  She
enjoys it when I punish her.  When you walked into her room four years
ago, what I had done was something that gave me pleasure, and though
it may surprise you, it gave Girl significant pleasure as well.
 
 "Girl has made herself a complete slave, giving up total control of
her life to me and your mother.  There are some other women like her,
women who want give up all control.  Not most, not by a long shot, but
there are some.  These women are treated like property because they
want to be.  Girl gets no wages, no vacation, no benefits, because she
is like a child.  She is not responsible for herself, we are
responsible for her.  We would take care of Girl if she was hurt in
the same way that we would get you medical assistance if you were
injured.  Do you understand?"
 
 I mostly did, so I nodded.
 
 "OK, so Girl is representative of a small minority of women," my dad
continued.  "Then there are women like your mother.  You might not be
aware of this, but she is my slave as well."
 
 As my father disclosed this fact to me, I realized that it explained
a lot.  He went on, "You mother is not the same kind of slave as Girl.
With Girl, there are no boundaries other than what I or your mother
dictate, based on our best judgment and feelings of responsibility.
Your mother and I, on the other hand, have worked out in advance the
limits by which our relationship functions.  For instance, your mother
does not like pain as much as Girl does.  I have agreed that while I
might spank or even whip her, I would never torture her.  If I chose
to torture Girl, on the other hand, she would accept it the same way
she accepts everything else.
 
 "Your mother is submissive.  She decided that she wanted to be with
someone who would control her.  This gives her satisfaction on an
emotional and sexual level.  There are many, many women out there like
your mother, but again, most are not.  You have to understand that
when you start dating one of the girls in your class, if you treated
her like I treat Girl, or even like I treat your mother, she would cut
your balls off."
 
 "Girl is one end of the spectrum.  Your mother is somewhere closer to
the middle, but still on the submissive side of the spectrum.  As you
meet women throughout your life, you will find that they fall at all
points of the spectrum.
 
 "I told you that your mother was submissive.  This means that she
likes it when other people take control of her.  Girl would let anyone
take control of her while your mother is more selective.  On the far
opposite spectrum are dominant personalities.  As you might have
guessed, this is where I fall.  I like, no, I need to be in control.
Again, there are various points on this side of the spectrum.  There
are those that need absolute control; these people tend to be
megalomaniacs and dangerous people.  They can be violent for no reason
other than that they want to get their way.
 
 "Further down the spectrum, where I like to think that I am, are
people who need to be in control, but can keep a perspective about
them.  It is this quality that I think makes me successful in
business; I am in control of my surroundings, but I am not a despot or
a tyrant.  I am the same with your mother.  I will always listen to
what she has to say and take it into account.  For instance, she asked
me not to talk to you about our sexual lives.  I gave this some
consideration, and because she wishes me not to, there are some things
that I will not tell you, at least not yet.  However it is my
prerogative to ignore this advice.  Because more often than not I do
what your mother feels is appropriate, your mother trusts me on this.
That is why when I instructed her to answer any questions you might
ask about our relationship truthfully, she agreed.
 
 "I would encourage you to ask her any questions that you might have
about why she behaves as she does or how she feels about being my
slave.  While I can answer questions about what it is like to be
dominant, I cannot speak about the feelings that a submissive has."
 
 That was an interesting offer, though I was not sure if I was up to
discussing this with my mother.
 
 "Getting back to the spectrum," my father continued, "just as with
submissives, there are dominants across all ranges.  There are people
that are only dominant, and there are people that are sometimes
dominant and sometimes submissive.
 
 "However the majority of people fall into the middle of the road.
They like to be in charge sometimes, while at different times they
like others to be in charge.  The distinction is so narrow that they
are not considered either dominant or submissive.  Do you understand
what I am saying?"
 
 "I think so," I said. "But what am I? Dominant, submissive or
 neither?"
 
 "I don't know," my father answered, "and frankly, I'd be surprised if
you do.  You are not born on a particular point on the spectrum, and
you do not stay at one point for your entire life.  You change
throughout your life.  When I was your age, I had no clue.  As I was
growing up, I had suspicions that I was dominant, but I was too naive
and immature to really assert myself, especially with women.
 
 "In your case, I would suspect, based around your actions with Girl
and even your mother, you may end up dominant.  However your actions
could simply be mimicking what you see in me, and not an indication of
your real feelings.  Being who I am, however, puts me in a position to
provide you with something that I did not have as a boy growing up.
As I said, I was too naive to know how to act around women.  Even
though I wanted to be in charge, I wanted to get laid more, and as a
consequence, I put up with a lot of nonsense that resulted in many
unhappy relationships.  This is something that I think I can help you
avoid."
 
 "How?" I asked.
 
 "By taking some of the pressure off of you.  I assume at your age
that you are curious and interested in sex?" my father asked.
 
 "Of course," I said.
 
 "Than what I am going to do is ensure that when you start dating
girls, you will not be a fumbling amateur, so desperate get laid that
you are willing to do anything to get between her legs," my father
explained to me. "What I am going to do is give you the use of Girl as
a sex aid."
 
 "A sex aid?" I asked incredulously.
 
 "I have instructed Girl to not only allow you complete access to her
body at any time, but to teach you what to do.  To show you the things
a woman likes to have done to her, to make sure that you are a good
lover.  In addition, when you do start dating, she will be here for
your use, so that when a date tries to tease you to get what she
wants, you will only give it to her if you want to, because you know
that there is a woman at home that will meet your every need in ways
that the girls you date could not possibly do.
 
 "Now I want you to understand that, just as I said about the
punishment, Girl is not your typical woman.  While she will teach you
how to make love to a woman, that is the easy part.  Convincing a
woman to want to be with you is much harder, and Girl will not teach
you that at all.  Girl will do everything you ask, no matter how
disgusting or vile or pleasurable or fulfilling.  If you tell her you
want to take a dump in her mouth, she will swallow it.  If you did
that to another woman, she would freak out, tell all her friends, and
you would be a pariah.
 
 "As with punishments, you have to understand that how you treat Girl
is not how you treat other women.  When it becomes time for you to
begin dating, I will help you understand that as well, but for now,
you may use Girl to your heart's content.  Do you understand?"
 
 I thought about it for a minute or two before I answered.  "Yes, I
do, though I am a bit nervous.  How do I approach her?"
 
 "You don't have to approach her," my father told me. "You command
her.  You say, Girl, come to my bed and pleasure me.  Or if you want
to learn, tell her to teach you.  You may have her any way that you
like."
 
 "Are there no limits?" I asked.
 
 "That's an excellent question," my father said proudly. "Yes, there
are limits.  You may not injure her in any permanent way; nothing that
will leave scars or marks.  If you have questions about what you can
or cannot do, ask either me or your mother."
 
 "Mother?" I asked, not sure I could talk to her about this.
 
 "Absolutely," my father said. "I've already told you that there are
things that she can tell you about that I cannot.  In addition, she is
home far more frequently, so if there is something that you want to
know immediately, I want you to feel completely comfortable asking
your mother.  It will be important, so I want your word that if you
have questions and I am not around, you will go to your mother and not
just soldier on."
 
 "OK, sir," I said.
 
 "Good," said my father. "Shall I send for Girl now?"
 
 "If you don't mind, sir, I think I'd like to wait a little bit," I
told my dad. "You told me a lot of things and I need to think about
all of them.  Is it OK if I approach Girl when I am ready?"
 
 "That's fine son," my father said. "One other thing, though.  I want
you to understand that this is an opportunity for you.  I am not
suggesting that what you want to be in life is a dominant.  If you
choose a different point on the spectrum that you feel comfortable
with, both I and your mother are fine with that.  What this is giving
you is a way to let you decide for yourself what you like.  OK?"
 
 "OK," I said.
 
 +++++
 
  I went to my room to think.  I had been telling my father the truth,
if not the whole truth.  There were a lot of things going on in my
mind.  I was definitely nervous about doing things with Girl.  Of
course every boy has fantasies; in school, boys boast about what they
would do if they were with a girl, but this was reality.  How would I
handle it?  How should I handle it?
  
  That was not my primary concern, however.  Certainly, the lust I had
at the thought and the familiarity I was allowed with Girl would allow
me to plow right through that issue.  My main concern was digesting
all the information that my father had given me.  He had covered a lot
of ground, and while I understood it intellectually (or at least as
intellectually as fourteen year old could, I could not get my mind
completely around it.
  
  Surprisingly, given that I was a fourteen year old, given carte
blanche access to a sexy woman, I did not call for Girl for a few
days.  Each time I thought about it, I didn't follow up.  Finally, I
did the unthinkable and went to my mother.
  
  +++++
  
 "Mom," I asked, "can we talk?"
 
 "Sure, honey," she replied, "What about?"
 
 "Dad.  You.  Girl.  Me," I replied. "I think I need to understand it
 better."
 
 "I was afraid of this," my mother said. "I told your father I thought
you were too young to grasp it all, but he insisted you weren't."
 
 "Well, I don't know which of you is right, but I certainly have
 questions," I said.
 
 "Well, your father has instructed me to talk to you very openly and
honestly about our relationship.  There are a few areas that I won't
talk about, but I will answer any questions that I can as well as I
can."
 
 "That's all I can ask for," I said. "Dad told me a little about how
he became the way that he did, and he explained all the parts about
the spectrum, and I can understand how he wants to be in control of
things.  But I don't understand what you and Girl feel.  Could you
tell me how you knew you felt the way that you did, how you decided
you wanted to live like this, and how you met dad?"
 
 "A tall order," she said, "but I'll see what I can do."
 
 "I grew up a fairly typical teenager," Mom began.  "I started dating
in high school, and just like my friends, I would go out with a boy
and make out, but always pull away before either of us were satisfied.
It was just the way that things were done.  I finally gave in and lost
my virginity in my last year of high school.  I thought that I loved
the boy, but it was just my hormones convincing me that I loved him so
that it would be OK to have sex.  We broke up before we went off to
college.  I dated a bit in college, and I slept with a number of men,
playing by the same rules as in high school.  I was in charge, telling
the boy how far I would let him go.  I would tease the boy, and make
him suffer.  I'd often relent and let him have me, but that was on my
terms as well.
 
 "While this was the only way that I knew how to act, it was strangely
unfulfilling.  All the boys I dated seemed like pushovers, and the sex
we had was just so-so.  Then one day I met this man named Adrian at a
bar, just like I had met many of the others.  We hit it off, and he
asked me out.  We went to a movie, and he put his arm around me and
pulled me close.  With most dates, they would slowly slide an arm
around me, testing the waters, and if I let them, they'd slowly pull
me closer.  Not this man.  We sat down in the theater, and he put his
arm around me without asking.  I was surprised, but I let him get away
with it, because it felt nice.
 
 "When he dropped me off at home, he kissed me good-night.  It was a
powerful kiss, and as he was doing it he put his arms around me and
cupped my ass in his hands.  I pulled back and said something like,
'No, no, no,' in a teasing voice.  He backed up, looked at me, then
took my hand and kissed it.  He said, 'Thank you for a lovely date,
but I'm afraid we won't be seeing each other again.'
 
 "I was stunned.  I was having such a nice time, and I thought he was
as well.  He started to turn away, but I called out, 'Wait!  What's
wrong?'
 
 "He looked at me and said, 'I won't play your games.'
 
 "I said, 'What games are you talking about?  I'm not playing any
 games!'
 
 "'Oh yes you are,' he said. 'You are teasing and controlling. You
will play the innocent girl and let me touch you just so much, but not
any more, even though you know that both you and I want more. But it
would be against the rules of your game to give in just because you
want it. You have to let me kiss you, then later you will let me feel
you up, eventually, if I treat you like a princess, maybe you'll play
with me. One day, eventually, you'll let me into your pants.
 
 "'Well I don't play that game.  I like you and I want you.  More
importantly Mary, you like me and want me, even if you can't admit it
to yourself.  But you will not have me this way.  When you are ready
to grow up, give me a call and we'll try again.  Until then...' and
he turned around and walked away.  As I said, I was stunned.  I didn't
know how to react, but I realized one thing.  He was right, I did want
him.  In fact, I was dripping wet.  Do you know what that means, when
a woman is dripping wet, Jake?"
 
 "It means she is excited?" I asked.  I had heard things around
 school, after all.
 
 "That's right.  It is just like when a man has a hard-on.  Well right
then I realized that I had a hard-on for Adrian.  I wanted him, but I
didn't know how not to play the game.  I waited until I thought he
would be home, then I called him.  I told him that I was sorry, and
that I wouldn't play games anymore.  He said, 'You left me high and
dry, and for no good reason.  I'll try once more with you, but you
have to prove that you aren't going to be playing games.  When I come
pick you up tomorrow, I don't want you wearing any underwear.  I want
you to show me that you did what I asked, and then I will take you
out.  When the date is over, assuming that we both had a nice time, I
am going to bring you home, take your clothes off, and then I will
fuck you.  If you can't handle it, just be wearing underwear when I
get there.' Then he hung up.
 
 "I had told him that I wouldn't play games, but he was very blunt.  I
couldn't believe the things that he had said, and I decided that
regardless of how I felt about him, I would not go out with him again.
I got into bed, and I tried to sleep, but I couldn't.  I kept thinking
about what he said, and before I knew it I was masturbating.  I must
have masturbated a half dozen times that night."
 
 I knew that this would be an embarrassing conversation.  I mean, how
many fourteen years olds hear about their mother masturbating?
Nonetheless, I listened as she went on.
 
 "All the next day I was on pins and needles. I knew that I just had
to tell him that we could not go out. When he came over that night, he
gave me a kiss on my cheek and said, 'Well Mary, are we going out
tonight?' My mouth was about to tell him, 'No, we can't see each
other,' when my hands reached down and picked up my skirt, showing him
my naked pussy. He hadn't even gotten to second base and I has showing
him home plate.
 
 "He took me out, and it was a lovely date, and though I was very
aware of my lack of underwear, he acted as if there was nothing
different.  And when the date was over, and it was clear that we had
both had a good time, he followed through on his promise.  It was the
best sex I had ever had.  We dated for a few months before we broke
up, and while it was not a master/slave relationship, he was
definitely the one in charge.  After that I dated some others, and the
ones that let me be in charge left me wanting.  I did date a few more
men like Adrian, and I enjoyed myself in those relationships.  Then
you father came along and showed me what it was like to be truly
submissive, and I have been happy since."
 
 She paused for a breath and said, "I can't believe that I just told
the story of my sex life to my teenage son."
 
 "I feel the same way, but thank you for telling me, Mom," I said. "I
think it helps me understand things better." I paused for a few
moments, digesting what she had said, and then I asked, "What about
Girl?  How did you find her?  How did she decide she wanted to be this
way?  Is it really fair to treat her like this?"
 
 "Mmmmm, harder questions that lead to more embarrassing revelations,"
my mother said. "You know that your father and I have sex, I assume.
What you probably don't know is that sometimes we also have sex with
other people, other masters and their slaves.  It was during one of
these occasions that we came across Girl.  She had just recently
gotten into being a slave, and she was with someone who could not take
the complete control from her that she wanted.  They both recognized
that, and they knew that your father could give her what she wanted.
So the man traded her to your father."
 
 "Traded her?" I asked. "For what?"
 
 My mother blushed and said, "Me.  I moved in with him for one month
and served as his slave, while your father brought Girl home and
trained her properly.  When I returned home, Girl was part of our
household, and she has been ever since."
 
 "Didn't it bother you that he made you do that?" I asked.
 
 My mother blushed even deeper and lowered her eyes.  In a quiet voice
she said, "No.  It excited me that he made me do that.  And having
Girl around was certainly worthwhile.  I got pregnant a little while
after I returned home and Girl was invaluable in helping us through
that time."
 
 I sat quietly for a long time, thinking about all that my mother had
told me.  My mother just sat there waiting for me.  Eventually, I said
"Thank you for telling me all of this, Mom."
 
 She said, "It was my duty and my pleasure.  Are you going to be using
 Girl soon?"
 
 "I think that I will," I said, "but not just yet.  I still have some
thinking to do." I went to bed and thought about everything that I had
heard.  It was a lot for me to digest.
 


Chapter Three: A Learning Experience



 The next morning was Saturday, and I was still somewhat confused.
However, I was also a teenage boy, which meant that I was horny.  I
went and found Girl and said, "Girl, come into my bedroom."
 
 She came to my room and said, 'Yes, sir?"
 
 "My father told me that you would teach me about sex," I said
 nervously.
 
 "Yes, sir.  I am very excited to be able to do this for you.  I've
wanted to do this almost since you first started to punish me.  Was
there something in particular that you wanted me to do for you?"
 
 I wasn't sure what to ask for, so I just said, "Teach me everything."
Girl was happy to oblige.
 
 "Perhaps you would like to take a closer look at a woman's body?" she
 asked.
 
 This was how we laid the groundwork for how our sexual relationship
would proceed.  While she often took on the role of the teacher, she
never did anything without first asking if it was OK with me.
Anything that I wanted, of course, was completely OK with her.
 
 She stripped her clothes off and lay down on the bed. "If you would
like, you can start by running you fingers all over my body.  I will
tell you what each part is and how you can make it feel good." I
decided to start at the top, so I put my fingers in her hair.
 
 She explained, "Almost every woman likes it when you stroke their
hair.  Running your fingers through a woman's hair is very sensual.
Strongly caressing my scalp would also feel good.  And some women,
like me, enjoy having their hair pulled, especially in a moment of
passion."
 
 I experimented with what she said.  Girl's hair was dirty blonde and
her hair laid straight down to about four inches below her shoulders.
I ran my fingers through her hair, like I was combing it out.  I
rubbed my fingers hard along her scalp. "Later I will play with your
hair and head, and you will see how it feels so good," Girl promised.
 
 I pulled her hair sharply, and Girl squeaked. "Sir, that makes me
feel all tingly, but that is not what I meant by pulling hair.  Most
women would not like their hair pulled like that.  Grab a handful and
pull slowly but steadily.  Use my hair like you would the reigns on a
horse."
 
 I did as she advised and she groaned in pleasure.  I shifted her head
all around, and it was exciting to make her move like a marionette.  I
spent a little while on the top of her head, and then I moved my
fingertips to her ears.
 
 "Mmmmm," she moaned. "Ears can definitely be an erogenous zone."
 
 "What is an erogenous zone?" I asked.
 
 "There are certain places on a person's body that are designed to
react in a sexual way," she explained.  "Penis, breasts and vagina for
example.  Then there are other parts that don't necessarily give overt
sexual pleasure, but are pleasurable in a sexual way.  For instance,
my ears.  Normally, there is nothing sexual about them.  But when I am
in the mood, and you run your fingers around them like that, or blow
on them lightly, or lick them gently, or even bite them - Sir, it
makes my insides melt.  That is an erogenous zone.  Every person has a
different set, so while licking my ear makes me woozy with pleasure,
someone else might just find it wet and annoying.  Part of the fun of
being with someone is discovering their erogenous zones."
 
 While Girl had been explaining this to me, I had continued to lightly
play with her ears, until she was squirming on the bed.  I moved my
fingers over her eyes and then her nose before landing on her mouth.
Her eyes were slightly almond in shape, a hint that there was some
Asian blood in her background, but they were a hazel green that seemed
to change color depending on the light and her mood.  Her nose was a
cute button nose, and her lips were pouting red cupie doll lips.  Her
tongue flicked out to lick my fingertips.  "There is so much you can
do with a mouth.  You can lick with it," and she demonstrated by
licking my fingers. "You can suck with it," she said, grabbing my
finger with her lips and applying a gentle suction. "You can also kiss
with it," she said. "Would you like me to teach you how to kiss?"
 
 I nodded my head as she had me lie down on top of her while she
taught me.  I had heard about French kissing, but of course I had
never experienced it.  When she put her tongue in my mouth for the
first time, it surprised me, but I quickly came to enjoy it.
 
 We kissed for quite a long time, before she pulled away and gasped,
"You are quite a good kisser, sir." That made me blush proudly. "Would
you like to continue exploring?"  she asked.
 
 I nodded my head and I continued down her body, but this time I used
my tongue in addition to my fingertips. "Mmmmm, it's very nice when
you use your tongue!" she said as I licked down her neck.
 
 I sat up and examined her breasts.  Of course I had seen them before,
but I really looked at them now.  At the time I didn't know it, but
they were a large B or small C cup.  They stood firmly on chest with
only a little sag, somewhat surprising in retrospect, considering that
she never wore a bra.  Her nipples grew to tight points when excited,
as she appeared to be now.  They protruded out of a surrounding area
of light pink the size of a quarter.
 
 I put one in each of my hands and hefted them.  I ran my fingers
around the nipple and then all around the outside of her breast.  She
was moaning lightly.  I dipped down and ran my tongue across a nipple
and she gasped. "Almost every woman likes to have her breasts played
with gently," she told me. "Most women don't like you to just grab and
squeeze.  You should keep your hands in motion and brush all parts,
but especially the nipple.  Some women like it a little rougher, with
harder squeezes, even pinches."
 
 'Gee, I wonder which woman she is referring to,' I thought to myself
as I squeezed her nipple hard between my finger and thumb.  She gasped
and arched her back, and I thought I had hurt her too much, so I
pulled away.  She stayed arched for about five more seconds before
collapsing on the bed.
 
 She was panting as she asked, "Do you know what an orgasm is, sir?"
 
 "Of course," I replied.
 
 "Well now you know what a woman looks like when she has one," she
 told me, smiling.
 
 "You mean that you just came?" I asked in amazement.
 
 "Yes, sir," she replied. "You gave me such pleasure that I couldn't
help it.  Thank you, sir." She leaned up and kissed me gently on the
lips.
 
 I watched her relaxing for a minute, but then I felt like continuing
my lessons.  I moved my head to her chest and licked lightly at her
nipple.  I swabbed them with my tongue, then I thought about what else
she might like, so I bit down on one of them.
 
 "Ohhhh," she moaned, and I knew that I had done something else that
she liked.  I bit harder and she whispered, "Yessss." I suspect that
she would have put up with bites that were quite a bit harder, but I
was not ready for that.  I moved my tongue down her stomach, licking
at her navel.  I ran my fingers down her side to her hips and she
shivered.  I kneeled between her thighs and she lifted and spread her
legs.  While I had seen her naked before, I had not seen her bare
pussy close up.
 
 "Look around," she said. "Use your eyes and your fingers.  The outer
lips are normally closed up, but they open a little when they get
excited.  Mine are probably wide open right now.  Run your finger to
the top.  Ohhhh.  That bump is my clit or clitoris.  It is probably
the most sensitive area on a women's body.  Some women can't cum
without direct stimulation of their clit, though you've seen that is
not true for me.  Because it is so sensitive, you should try to be
very gentle with it on most women."
 
 I took the hint and squeezed her clit tightly.  Her back arched again
and liquid dripped out of her opening.  I ran my fingers down her lips
and examined them.  Her lips were tight, not protruding too much.
They were smooth and red and gaping open slightly.  I gently dipped my
finger into her moist opening and felt around.
 
 "Put it in deeper," she said.  I inserted my finger as deep as it
would go and pulled it out, then re-inserted it. "Now you are fucking
me with your finger," she gasped. "Put another finger in and rub my
clit with your thumb as you stroke." I did as she asked, and soon she
was gasping and heaving.  I suspected she was very close to cumming
again, and in moments she proved me correct.  I felt her pussy tighten
around my fingers, squeezing quite tightly.
 
 When she was done, I pulled my fingers out of her and looked at them.
They were covered in sticky fluids.  She noticed what I was looking at
and said, "Those are my pussy juices and my cum.  Many people find the
taste of them delicious." I must have had a skeptical look on my face,
because she took my hand and pulled it towards her mouth.  She
expertly licked all the juices off of it, and she seemed to enjoy the
taste. "It's even better directly from the source," she said.
 
 I shrugged and figured, 'What the hell.  In for a penny, in for a
pound,' so I bent over and ran my tongue the length of her pussy.  She
gasped and I tunneled my tongue into her hole.  She was right; it was
delicious.  I kept it up, even moving my tongue up to swipe at her
clit.  When I got a nice reaction to it, I pulled her clit between my
teeth and bit down.  She screamed and my chin got wetter as more juice
poured out of her.
 
 I sat back and looked at her lying limp on the bed. "Oh, sir," she
said. "You are going to be an amazing lover!" My chest swelled with
pride.  She held her arms out to me, and I crawled up to kiss her.
She licked all her juices off of my face in between kisses. "Sir,
would you like to continue with your exploration, or would you prefer
if I explored you for a while?" Since I had already given her at least
three good orgasms, I decided it should be my turn.  My dick had been
hard the whole time that I had been exploring her, and I couldn't wait
to feel her touch on it.
 
 She laid me on my back and straddled my chest.  She ran her fingers
through my hair stoked and kneaded my scalp, showing me how good it
could feel when someone played with your head.  She bent over and
kissed my face gently.  She kissed around my ears and I pulled back as
it tickled me. "See," she said. "Different spots for different
people." She kissed down my neck and chest, briefly sucking on each
nipple which was almost too pleasurable.  Then she moved her body down
so that she was straddling my thighs, her pussy rubbing over my cock
on the way down.
 
 She looked down at my cock and smiled.  My cock was only about five
inches long when it was hard, but hey - I was only fourteen; as I grew
older, it grew longer.  She reached down and took my cock in her
hands, and the feel of that set me off.  I was cumming all over my
stomach.  She just smiled at me as she stroked me. "Don't worry, sir.
I'm sure you'll be ready again in no time." And of course she was
right; it never even got soft.
 
 She leaned over, putting her face by my stomach.  She looked up at me
and said, "You know that my job is to clean up any messes, sir," and
she began licking up all my spunk.  When she had gotten everything
that was on my stomach, she moved down and ran her tongue along the
underside of my cock.  I drew a breath in and my cock pulsed.  She
smiled, looked up at me, pointed my cock straight up towards the
ceiling and slowly dropped her mouth all the way down my cock.  I
moaned in pleasure and realized that if she kept it up, cum number two
would arrive quickly.  However she did not continue.
 
 She slowly withdrew her mouth from my cock, and then moved her tongue
down to my balls.  She gently washed them with her tongue.  She spread
my legs more and let her tongue dip all the way back to swipe over my
asshole before moving back up to my balls, and finally reinserting my
cock into her mouth.  She ran her mouth up and down about half a dozen
times before I lost it, shooting cum into her eager mouth.  When she
was done swallowing all my seed, she looked at me and said, "Just like
with me, it's best directly from the source."
 
 She continued placing little kisses and licks onto the head of my
penis as I recovered.  When I started showing signs of life, she
excused her self for a minute and went to get drinks for us.  When I
was re-hydrated, she asked, "Would you like to continue your
exploration, sir?" I nodded eagerly.
 
 She rolled over on her stomach and said, "Why don't you try this
 side?"
 
 I again started with her head, now putting in some new moves that she
had shown me.  She was moaning nicely as I moved down to her neck.  I
gently kissed her neck and it raised goose bumps all over her body,
which I found very sexy. As I ran my fingers gently over her back she
told me, "Another time I'll show you how to give a good massage.
You'd be surprised at how many girls will give up so much after a good
massage."
 
 I may not have known how to give a great massage, but I did my best
rubbing her shoulders and back.  Eventually I moved down to her ass,
rubbing and kneading it, pulling it open to view her puckered asshole
and the bottom of her pussy.  I continued down her legs and my gaze
kept getting drawn back to the center of her widespread legs.  I moved
back up and pulled her ass cheeks open again.  I ran my tongue from
the top of her ass crack and slid it down over her beautiful anal
entrance.  She looked clean and she tasted clean.  She was moaning as
I probed her with my tongue.  I pulled her hips up and she happily
raised her ass into the air.  I swiveled around so that I was lying on
my back between her legs and I pulled her dripping pussy back over my
mouth.  I was really beginning to love her taste, and I didn't release
her until she had cum twice more.
 
 I scooted out from under her, my erection once again pointing
straight out. "Are you ready to lose your virginity?" Girl asked.  I
simply nodded.
 
 "There are two ways you can do this," she told me. "You can take me
like a lover, and I will gently guide you through, or you can take me
like the dirty slut that I am, and use me for your pleasure.  Which
would you like?"
 
 I looked at her, eagerly awaiting my decision. "Guide me," I said.
When I saw her disappointed look, I said, "I promise you Girl,
sometime soon I will take you very hard."  This seemed to perk her up,
and she came over and pulled me onto the bed.  She climbed on top of
me and began making out with me again.  She then sat up and took hold
of my erect dick.  She sat up on her knees and positioned my cock at
the entrance to her cunt.  She was looking at me intently, but I was
looking at where our bodies met.  She lowered herself, and I saw and
felt her pussy clutch at my cock.  She was wet and hot and soft; it
felt amazing.  Inch by inch I watched my cock disappear, until her
pussy was resting on my groin.
 
 "Some people would say that you are not a virgin anymore," she
said. "But I believe you are still a virgin until you pump your seed
into a woman.  I want to be the one that takes your virginity.  Please
give me your cum." She started moving up and down, riding me
delightfully.  I was enjoying it immensely, but I could not last.
Soon I was groaning and giving Girl my virginity.  As I was cumming I
grabbed her ass and dug my fingers into her hard, and I felt her
shuddering as she came.
 
 She picked her head up and looked at me seriously. "I'm yours now,"
 she said.
 
 "What do you mean?" I asked.
 
 "Anytime that you want me, anywhere, I am yours to have," she
said. "I will never deny you anything."
 
 That was a pretty heady thought for a kid.  I had access to a willing
woman, a woman who would never say no.  I was still in Girl, and I was
getting hard again. "I want to do it again," I said.
 
 "How do you want me?" she asked.
 
 "I want to be on top," I said.
 
 She pulled off of my little stiffy and lay down on the bed.  I
climbed between her legs and paused to examine her privates.  I could
see that her lips were puffy and there was a little of my cum leaking
out of her.  I then laid down on top of her and tried shoving my cock
into her, but I could not find the right place.
 
 "Let me help," she said, and she reached between us and positioned my
cock in the correct location.  I pushed and buried my complete length
in her.  I quickly started to flail away, and in hindsight, I was not
very good.  I was spastic in my movements and I never got a good
rhythm going, but give me a break; it was only my second time.  It
took a little longer, but not too much, before I was squirting again.
I didn't make her cum again, but I was happy with what I had done.
 
 A little while later she left to do her chores, and I sat on my bed
contemplating what had occurred.  I thought about what my father had
offered and advised, what Girl had offered, and what I wanted.  They
were all slightly different, and I thought about each of them.  I
finally modified what I wanted slightly based both on the advice of my
father as well as what I perceived would make Girl happy.
 
 Later that evening I called Girl into my room, and explained what I
wanted. "Girl, I want you to teach me.  I want to learn everything
that you can teach me about sex.  I want to learn how to please a
woman.  I want to learn how a woman can please me. I think I am
beginning to understand how you are, and that you may want things
different from other women.  But I'll make you a deal. You teach me
what I want to know, and I will sometimes treat you as you want to be
treated."
 
 "Thank you, sir," she replied. "But you do not have to make any deals
with me.  I will do whatever you want, and I expect nothing in
return. "
 
 I smiled at her, then I smacked her across the face as hard as my
little hand could.  Her eyes widened in shock as her hand jumped up to
hold the spot on her cheek that was already reddening. "If I choose to
make a deal with you, then it is not your place to contradict me, do
you understand?"
 
 She dropped to her knees and put her forehead on the ground by my
foot. "Yes, sir.  This Girl apologizes for her temerity and asks that
you punish her."
 
 "No, I don't think I will," I replied. "I understand that you are
just trying to teach me."  In reality, I didn't want to hit her.  But
my father had made it clear that this was the kind of treatment that
Girl enjoyed.  My refusal to punish her after slapping her would just
throw her off balance; it would make her unsure of where she stood,
which would make her try even harder.
 
 +++++
 
 Over the course of the next two weeks, I learned quite a bit.  That
evening I once again took the time to examine her body.  I ran my
fingers and my tongue all over her body, through every nook and
cranny.  In the next days I got her to teach me how to fuck.  I
started with one position and we worked on it until I felt that I
understood it.  I forced her to explain what would feel good to a
woman, and what felt good to her.  Unsurprisingly, they were somewhat
different.
 
 We started with the missionary position.  She explained how I should
ensure the woman was lubricated first, how to find the opening and
position myself correctly and how to ease in.  She showed me the
various movements that would put my cock in the right position inside
a woman; she taught me rhythm and pacing.  She showed me how to detect
when a woman was close, and how to speed up or slow down depending on
whether I wanted her to cum or I wanted her to wait.
 
  Finally I felt that I had it.  I went down on her until she was wet,
then I inserted myself slowly.  I made love to her for a long time,
bringing her close, then I started moving faster and faster until I
took her over the top; then I let myself go and flooded her pussy with
my cum.
 
 The next morning I was passing her in the hallway and I tripped her.
She fell down and I quickly flipped her onto her back.  I spread her
legs and slammed myself into her.  She was not wet, and it was
difficult, but I managed.  She gasped in surprise and pain, but that
quickly faded as she drenched herself.  I brought her to the edge,
then backed off, and I repeated that three times.  Finally I took her
just to the brink, but before she could go over I pulled out and came
on her pussy and legs.  She groaned, "Noooooo!" but I ignored her.
 
 "Thank you for pleasuring me," I said to her. When I helped her to
stand up, I said, "I don't want you to clean yourself off or touch
yourself."
 
 "Yes, sir," she said.
 
 She turned to continue with her duties, but I stopped her, saying,
"One more thing." She turned back to me as I approached her, and I
shoved three fingers into her twat as I crushed her clit under my
thumb. "Cum," I ordered, and she did.  Her body clenched as she
dropped to her knees, pulling my hand down with her.  She shrieked and
shuddered for over a minute until she collapsed on the ground.  I
pulled my fingers out of her, licked them off, kissed her on the
forehead and walked away.
 
 My mother approached me later in the day and asked, "What did you do
to Girl this morning?"
 
 "I just thanked her for teaching me so well," I replied.
 
 "Really?" she said, giving me a long look. "You must have thanked her
well.  She couldn't get up for about ten minutes." I smiled and went
back to what I was doing as my mother walked away shaking her head
 
 +++++
 
 The next position I learned was Girl on top.  I learned how to move
with her weight on me.  I learned how to play with her tits, how to
tickle her clit, how to run my hands down her sides.  I learned how to
cup and fondle her butt, how to run my fingers down her ass crack.
She explained to me the things most women would like, and those things
that only certain women would.  I enjoyed making her cum with my cock
in her cunt and a finger up her ass, but she explained not every woman
would enjoy that.
 
 When I felt that I had that position down, I decided to reward her.
My father had what he called a workshop, though others would call it a
dungeon, which he showed me after he gave me Girl to use.  He had
described all the items in the workshop, explaining to me which items
I was allowed to make use of, and which I didn't have the experience,
or perhaps restraint, to use.  For Girl's reward, I tied her hands
together and strung them through a pulley.  Her legs were spread over
a triangular shaped stand on top of which rested a narrow board that
forced her to stand on tiptoes.
 
 Before I began, I moved behind her and swatted her ass ten times with
a strap.  Then I laid down on the board, and I forced her to pull
herself up with her hands so that I could slip my cock into her pussy.
Then I had her fuck me.  The pulley was positioned in such a way that
she could not get purchase with her feet.  On the upstroke, she had to
pull with her hands.  When she released, she sank all the way down on
my cock, but in doing so her arms were pulled tightly and painfully
above her.  Each stroke was a combination of agony and ecstasy.  To
help her along, I had slipped a small dildo up her ass, and I was
running a vibrator over her clit.  I was enjoying myself, but the
physical stimulation wasn't enough to get me off, though the visual
stimulation was getting me close.
 
 As Girl got closer, her movements became jerkier, until she cried out
and tensed, then completely collapsed.  She was hanging in the air by
her wrists, impaled on my cock.  I squeezed her nipples while I
started stroking upwards until I came as well.  It was interesting
trying to get out from under her limp body so that I could lower her
down.
 
 +++++
 
 The next position that Girl taught me was doggy style, which I
enjoyed greatly, probably because I really like looking at a nice ass,
and she had one.  Looking at and playing with her ass so frequently
inevitably led me to lessons in anal sex.  I enjoyed it, and Girl did
as well, though she gave me long lectures on hygiene, the importance
of lubrication, and the fact that most women didn't like (or wouldn't
admit that they liked) anal sex.  Her lectures on cleanliness were
somewhat offset by the fact that she loved sucking my cock straight
from her ass, though she explained, and showed me, how she had regular
enemas to keep her ass clean.  Again, something not every woman would
like.
 
 I continued learning new positions, including spooning, reverse
cowgirl, 69, splits, standing missionary and many others.  We talked
about and experimented with all sorts of kinks, from toys, bondage
(both ways), spanking (just her), fluids, menstruation, and everything
else that she thought that I should know.  After each successful
lesson I tried to come up with a unique reward that Girl would enjoy,
and I think I succeeded, for the most part.
 
 It was a very interesting time in my life, made more interesting by
having to listen the boasts from my classmates about how they had
scored a porno mag or brushed a girl's tit.  It was hard for me not to
say anything about my experiences, but one thing that both of my
parents, and in this case even Girl, had emphasized was that other
people would not understand.  What we did, they explained, was
private, and if I could not keep it to myself, I would lose the
privileges.  Given how much I was enjoying my home life, I held my
tongue.
 
+++++

Chapter Four: Opening My Eyes



 Things continued on like this for a good part of the year.  I
continued to use Girl regularly, while she was teaching me to be a
better lover.  She still enjoyed the occasions that I took her
forcefully, and truthfully, so did I.
 
 At about the same time that my father gave me Girl to use and learn
from, I noticed that he started being even more open with his use of
my mother.  I remember the first time that I saw them having sex.  I
was walking to the kitchen to get a drink, and I passed through the
living room.  There, over the arm of the couch, was my mother, naked.
Behind her was my father, pounding his cock into her.  She looked up
when I walked in, then looked back down, hiding her face.  My father
however, grabbed her by the hair, causing her back to arch, forcing
her to look at me, as well as exposing the whole front of her body to
me, to the point where I could see his cock entering her.
 
 My mother gazed at me as my father started pounding her even harder.
Her flush increased to the point that her whole chest was red; whether
it was from excitement or embarrassment I didn't know.  She started
moaning when I turned to leave.  As I walked out the door I heard her
shriek as she came.  I went into my father's study and picked up the
bell and rang it.  There are two bells in use in our house, each with
a distinct tone; one called Girl and the other called my mother.  I
don't know if I was too excited and not thinking clearly, or if it was
a Freudian slip, but I picked up my mother's bell and rang it.  I
realized my mistake and I put it down and rang for Girl.
 
 Girl came in and dropped into position in front of me, but following
right at her heels was my mother.  I looked at my mother in front of
me, naked, legs spread, chest out, hands held together behind her
back.  I could see her wet thighs and my father's cum leaking from
between her inflamed pussy lips. "You rang for me, sir?" she asked.  I
was completely at a loss.  I hadn't consciously intended to call her,
and now that she was there I wasn't sure what to do.  I looked at her,
then at Girl, then I muttered 'Sorry'. I grabbed Girl, then quickly
pulled her along behind me, taking one last long glance at my mother
still sitting on the floor looking at me before I left the room.
 
 I pulled Girl into my room, threw her on the bed and started fucking
her from behind.  Thoughts of my mother being fucked flashed through
my mind as I quickly exploded in Girl's grasping pussy.  I knew that I
hadn't gotten Girl off, but this wasn't the first time and wouldn't be
the last time that I used Girl to selfishly satisfy myself.  I pulled
myself off of Girl and laid down on the bed, my hand covering my eyes
as images from the day flashed through my brain while Girl cleaned off
my cock with her mouth.
 
 After that day, I often saw my father taking my mother whenever the
whim struck him.  My mother, however, never offered herself up quite
the same way again, though to be fair, I never rang the bell to call
for her.
 
 +++++
 
 One day my father called me into his study. "You are getting very
close to Girl, aren't you?" he asked.
 
   It was true, I was.  I had her in my bed every night, and I was
growing fonder of her by the day.  She comforted and satisfied me.
 
 I nodded my head, and my father rang the little bell that had Girl
running in.  She dropped to her knees in slave position, legs spread,
hands between her ankles behind her back and said, "Yes, sir?"
 
 My father simply pointed at his crotch and Girl crawled to him,
pulled his cock out and started blowing him.  I admit that I felt a
pang of jealousy.  This was my Girl!
 
 "I know that you have gotten very close to Girl," my father said,
"but I need you to understand about her.  Girl will never be your
wife.  She will never be your girlfriend.  It is not who she is.  I
asked her to teach you, and she did.  She enjoyed it, and you enjoyed
it.  However she is a slave, and she will have sex just as eagerly
with anyone that I tell her to.
 
 "I know that you are enjoying her, and maybe even loving her.  That
is good; you should enjoy her, and you should love her.  But you
should not love her as a girlfriend.  She is incapable of returning
that love to you in the same way, and if you allow yourself to fall in
love with her, it will break your heart.  You should love her like you
would a pet dog.  She is someone to fetch for you, someone to make you
feel good, someone whose tummy you can rub." He rubbed her tummy, as
well as her tits, to demonstrate.  Girl rubbed her head along his
stomach as she bobbed her head over his cock.
 
 "You should feel affectionate and you should take care of Girl, but
don't fall in love, and don't be jealous of the attention she gives to
others, do you understand?"
 
 I thought about it further as I watched my father enjoying Girl's
talented mouth, while Girl enjoyed providing this service.  I was a
little jealous, but the more I thought about what he said, the more I
realized he was right.
 
 "I'm not telling you not to fall in love with a submissive or a
slave," he continued.  "After all, I fell in love with your mother.
But Girl is a different kind of slave; it is important that you care
for her the right way.  From what I've seen and what your mother has
told me, you are doing a very good job caring for and rewarding Girl
for her help.  One day you'll meet someone else, maybe a submissive,
maybe not, and you'll fall in love, and I will be very happy for you.
For now, you are fourteen; find out what is out there first."
 
 He grabbed Girl's head off of his cock and painted her face with his
cum.  He kissed her and told her, "You look beautiful with your face
covered in cum.  Leave it like that."
 
 "Thank you, sir," she said happily.  He petted her head and sent her
 on her way.
 
 "Are you OK?" he asked me.
 
 "Yes, sir," I replied. "I think I understand what you are saying, but
I will think on it some more."
 
 "Good," he said, and he left the room.
 


Chapter Five: High School Begins



 I was turning fifteen when I entered high school.  The boys were
getting taller and the girls were filling out, which inevitably led
everyone to different behaviors.  There were the boys behaving macho
and obnoxious, snapping the girl's bra straps and trying to cop feels,
and the ones that avoided girls like the plague, too shy to even carry
a conversation.  Most of the boys, including the macho ones, seemed to
have forgotten how to act around girls.  I found that, as my father
had suggested, I did not seem to have this problem.
 
 To paraphrase from 'There's Something About Mary', when boys hit
puberty, they get baby batter on the brain.  They can't think about
anything but girls, and more specifically, how to have sex with them.
I didn't have this problem.  Anytime I got horny, I had a ready
outlet.  In addition, I had plenty of access to sexy naked women, and
I had seen people having sex.  As a result, I was far more at ease
with the girls.
 
 That is not to say that I did not want the girls in my class; I did.
But unlike the other boys, who could only think about getting them to
have sex, I knew that if a girl teased me (and all girls that age like
to tease the boys), I could always go home and take it out on Girl.
Since I was more at ease with the girls at school, they tended to be
more at ease with me, though I could tell that some of them were just
as horny as the boys.  So that gave me a bunch of girls that were
comfortable around me, and yet were still horny.  It made my life in
school quite pleasant.
 
  +++++
  
 As I mentioned earlier, I was always reasonably popular, though never
the big man on campus.  I had a number of friends that I hung out
with, boys and girls.  While most of the girls that hung out with me
seemed to just like me, there was one that was different.  Helen was
the sexiest girl in the class.  She was the stereotypical blonde hair,
blue eye, corn-fed girl next door.  Her tits came in early and
magnificently.  She was a cheerleader, eventually head cheerleader,
and one of the most popular girls in the class.  Everyone knew that
she was the hottest girl around, including Helen, who used the fact to
her advantage.
 
 Helen always had boys falling over themselves to do things for her.
She flirted shamelessly, and teased unmercifully, yet every boy, and
not just a few girls, would still kiss the ground that she walked on
just to be acknowledged by her.  I thought that she was quite sexy as
well, but once again, I was not as smitten with her as all the others
seemed to be.
 
 Helen was grouped with me for an assignment early in the year, and we
were working together one day when she needed her notebook which she
had left near the door.
 
 "Jake," she said sweetly, "could you do me a favor and get me my
 notebook?"
 
 I looked at where she was pointing, but I was right in the middle of
trying to figure out a problem.
 
 "I'm busy," I told her.  "You get it."
 
 "But I'd be ever so grateful," she said sexily.
 
 I looked into her beautiful blue eyes, then I swept my eyes down her
body.  I took her hand and said, "You have really sexy legs, and a
great ass!"
 
 "Thanks!" she said, a bit surprised.
 
 "Now why don't you get up off your great ass, and walk your sexy legs
over and get your notebook yourself!" I told her.  "I'm trying to
figure this problem out!"
 
 I turned back to the assignment, and a minute later I realized she
was still sitting there looking at me.  I returned her gaze and raised
my eyebrows.  She harumphed and flounced to the door to get her
notebook.  She came back and we finished working on the problem.
 
 Since that day, Helen had hung out with me quite a bit, and we had
fallen into a pattern.  Every now and then, Helen tried to work her
feminine wiles on me, and I considered it my obligation to ignore her
actions entirely, even when I might have done what she was asking
anyway.  It seemed that I intrigued and annoyed her, and she didn't
quite know what to make of me, while I didn't understand the game that
she wanted to play either.
 
  +++++
  
 One way that Helen decided to challenge me was with my other friends.
Since she started to hang with me, she came into close contact with my
friends; my male friends in particular enjoyed this greatly.  One of
my best friends was Ken Mackey.  Ken was not a complete dolt, but he
was a typical mid-pubescent boy; a bit geeky and gawky and in that
stage where he didn't know what to do about girls.  We'd been hanging
out together for years, and he was a good friend.  When Helen realized
that she was not making any headway with me, she started in on Ken.
When she needed - no, when she wanted something, she would put on that
sexy voice and ask Ken to get it for her, and he invariably would.  It
upset me to see my friend used this way, and I tried talking to him
about it.
 
 "Don't you see that she just turns on the charm when she needs
something?" I explained to him.  "She practically ignores you the rest
of the time.  Why do you do what she asks?"
 
 "She's the hottest girl around!" he exclaimed.  "I'm happy to do some
things for her if it gets her to talk to me!"
 
 "But she's just using you!" I complained.
 
 "Look, you might not care about girls, or you might think that you
can get any girl, I'm not sure which," he said.  "I know what I look
like; I'm not a jock or super stud!  There is no way that under normal
circumstances a girl like Helen would even talk to me!  I know she's
doing it to get at you.  I'm not a complete idiot.  But you know
something?  I don't care!  I get to hang around with Helen and she
actually has conversations with me, and I'm not going to throw that
away!"
 
 Put in those terms, I guess I understood.  However Ken was still my
friend, and I didn't want him to get hurt, so one day, I took Helen
aside and confronted her.
 
 "Look Helen, I understand that you don't like the way that I behave
towards you, and I'm OK with that," I told her.  "You've always at
least been polite, and you are someone that I enjoy being with.
However I don't like the way that you treat my friends.  Ken is a good
friend, and I don't want you to hurt him."
 
 "How am I hurting him?" she asked.
 
 "Do you think that I can't see through you?" I asked her.  "I know
that you are treating him the way that you do to get back at me, and
that's fine, except that you are going to end up hurting him, and that
is not OK!"
 
 "You arrogant jerk!" Helen shrieked.  "What makes you think that you
are the center of the universe?  Why would your feelings have any
bearing on my actions?  What you think and how you act have no impact
on me!  Did you ever think that I liked Ken just because of Ken?  Or
do you think so little of him that the only way that I would be
interested in him is because of you?  Who is the one who cares less
about Ken here?  I'll have you know that I think that Ken is very
nice, and I was planning to ask him out!  So get off your high horse
and butt out of our business!"
 
 I realized that I had made a tactical error in confronting Helen like
this.  She took the confrontation as an indication that she was
getting to me, and she grabbed the opportunity.  As she turned away, I
grabbed her arm and turned her back to me.
 
 "Fine, if you want to date Ken, I can't stand in either of your
ways," I told her.  "But understand this.  If you hurt Ken just to get
back at me, I will punish you!"
 
 "Are you threatening me?" she asked in surprise.
 
 "A warning," I told her.
 
 She snorted and then walked across the room to where Ken was.  She
sat down next to him and started talking animatedly.  Ken looked
surprised, but extremely happy.  I shook my head and realized that no
good would come of this.
 


Chapter Six: A Lessons in Dating, Part 1



 Fortunately, not all of my friends were like Helen.  Gemma was
another girl that I hung out with.  She was a cute blonde with a great
personality.  She was funny and always had a good comeback; while she
wasn't in the best cliques, she was certainly well liked.
 
 Ken and Helen started going out, and after seeing them together for a
while, it made me realize that I wanted to ask Gemma out.  However,
before I did, I decided to ask my mother about it.
 
 "Mom, how do I ask a girl out?" I asked her.
 
 "Are you interested in someone in particular, or is this a
hypothetical question?" she asked.
 
 "Gemma," I told her.
 
 My mother had met Gemma when she had been over.  I sometimes, though
not often, had a group of friends over.  We had a nice house and a
pool, so my friends enjoyed it, but I wasn't always comfortable,
because I felt it impinged on my domain.  When my friends came over,
which I always announced beforehand, my mother made sure that she and
Girl were dressed in a much less revealing fashion and Girl behaved
quite differently.  It wasn't that I minded the style of dress or the
behavior, just that it felt dishonest, as if we were putting on a
show.  As a result, I didn't have them over often, but on occasion,
they did visit.
 
 "Gemma's very nice," Mom told me.  "When did you decide you wanted to
start dating?"
 
 "Well, Ken has been dating Helen for a while, and he seems to like
it, so I thought it was about time for me to start dating," I replied.
 
 "Ken and Helen?" Mom exclaimed.  "That seems like a weird couple."
 
 "I know," I said darkly.
 
 "So now that your friends are dating, you feel you need to as well?"
 she asked.
 
 "Well, I'd like to see what it's like, and I do like Gemma a lot," I
 told her uncomfortably.
 
 "That's nice," she said with a smile.  "I think the best thing to do
is to just tell her that you like her and that it would make you happy
to go out with her."
 
 "OK," I said.  It made sense, and I thought that Gemma would say yes.
 
 "Before you ask her, though, you should talk to your father," my
 mother told me.
 
 "Why?" I asked.
 
 "Well, I think he wants to give you some advice," she explained.
 
 Later that night, after my father came home, I told him my plans to
 ask Gemma out.
 
 "My son is growing up," he said with a smile.
 
 "Dad!" I complained.
 
 "That's OK," he told me.  "But I'd ask that you wait a month or so to
 ask her out."
 
 "Why?" I asked.  I didn't think that I was patient enough to put this
off a month, now that I had decided to do it!
 
 "Well, I gave you access to Girl so that you'd feel more comfortable
around women," he explained.  "Girl, however, is not a good model to
base a dating experience on.  You will find, as I'm sure you know,
that she is not at all representative of the girls that you will be
dating.  What I'd like to do is set you up on a few dates, let's call
them practice runs, with a woman who will behave more like a real date
would behave."
 
 "I guess," I said, though I was disappointed that I would have to
wait to ask out Gemma.  "Why do I need to do that?  Will it be someone
my age?"
 
 My dad smiled and shook his head.  "For my purposes, an eight grader
would be totally inappropriate.  No, the girl that you will be dating
is a friend of mine named Katherine, and she is eighteen years old."
 
 "Eighteen?" I asked in surprise.
 
 "Yes," he told me.  "The person needs to be of legal age to make
decisions for herself, and the perfect girl is a little older than
you.  However, she will try and act like an eighth grader.  You know -
immature."
 
 "Dad!" I whined again.
 
 "As to whether you need to do this, the answer is no," Dad said.
"However, my advice to you is to take me up on this offer.  You will
be asking Gemma out for the first time.  You will be dating for the
first time.  Certainly, it can be fun and interesting to experience
the dating experience as a novice, but I think that you'll find that
if you do this dry run in a non-threatening environment, when you do
finally ask Gemma out, things will go much more smoothly.  You'll be
confident, because you will know what to expect, and as a result,
Gemma will have a better time."
 
    I rolled this around my mind.  Certainly, an eighteen year old
would be very sexy.  However I wasn't sure that it would really be the
same as dating someone in my class.  Nevertheless, my father's ideas
had been quite satisfying in the past, so I agreed.
 
 "Let me just warn you," my father told me.  "After each date,
Katherine will provide me with a critique.  Don't be offended; just
think of it as a learning experience.  She'll tell you what you did
right, and what you did wrong, and you'll be able to correct for the
next time."
 
 "Great," I thought.  "Another class."
 
 +++++
 
 That weekend, my Mom drove me to meet Katherine.  Though Katherine
probably knew how to drive, she was playing a girl my age, so Mom was
driving us to the movies.  We stopped at her apartment and I went to
the door.  I knocked on the door, and a girl opened it.
 
 "Katherine?" I asked.
 
 She nodded and held her hand out, "I assume that you are Jake?"
 
 I shook her hand as I appraised her.  She had brown hair and was
wearing only a little makeup.  Her hair was done in a plain style and
she was wearing a short tight skirt and a cute sweater, something I'd
expect to see Gemma wearing.  She was short, probably just five feet,
and her tits were relatively small.  All in all, she didn't look all
that much older than I did.
 
 After shaking her hand, on the spur of the moment I bent over and
kissed the back of it.  She giggled and blushed, and we went out to my
mom's car.
 
 "Thanks for asking me out," she said when we were strapped into the
back seat of the car.  "What are we going to see?"
 
 "Well, there are a couple of movies playing and since I wasn't sure
of your tastes, I thought that we'd decide together." We discussed the
options, and decided on a romantic comedy.  It was not my first
choice, but I hoped that the comedy would be enough to make up for the
romance, and I figured that it wouldn't hurt to make her happy.
 
 We went to the movie theater, and I bought her ticket and food.  My
dad had given me money for this date, since it was his idea, but he
warned me that I would have to spend my own money once I started
dating for real.  As we stood in line for the popcorn, Katherine held
my hand in hers.  I smiled at her nervously, and soon I pulled away to
place the order.
 
 We sat down in the theater; there was still about ten minutes before
the movie began, so we told each other about ourselves, or rather, I
told her about myself, and she told me about a fictional eighth
grader.  Well, perhaps it wasn't fictional, maybe it was her in eighth
grade, but I knew that it wasn't her now.
 
 The movie started and we watched it, quietly trading occasional
comments.  After the movie, we walked to a nearby ice cream store and
got an after movie snack.  We talked a bit more, and I came to believe
that the picture that she presented was, in fact, her own story. Given
what we were doing, and the fact that my parents 'knew' her, probably
in the biblical sense, I was amazed that she'd had such a regular
childhood. Then again, I probably shouldn't have. Most people who came
into this lifestyle probably worked their way there slowly as they
matured; not everyone could have a family as open as mine.
 
 I really wanted to question her about her real life, who she was and
how she got there from this ordinary eighth grader, but I would have
to leave that for a different time. Now we were just two teens on a
date. Eventually the time came for us to leave and my mom came and
drove us home.  I walked Katherine to the door and told her that I had
a very nice time.  She thanked me, then I waved good bye and went back
to the car.
 
  +++++
  
 When I got home, Dad called me into his study. "I've just been on the
phone with Katherine," he told me.  "Before I tell you what she said,
why don't you tell me how you think that it went?"
 
 "OK, I guess," I said.
 
 "Just OK?" he asked.
 
 "Well, I didn't really know her that well," I explained.  "We had a
nice time, but I guess we weren't entirely comfortable with each
other."
 
 "Well, Katherine agreed with you," Dad told me.  "She said that you
were nice when you picked her up, and kissing her hand was charming.
She also liked that you discussed the movie choice with her, and she
realized that it might not have been your favorite choice, so she
appreciated you taking her tastes into consideration.
 
 "She was disappointed, however, when you pulled your hand out of hers
abruptly after she had gone out of her way to show affection.  She
also said that you didn't seem very assertive or confident most of the
night.  You were pleasant, but that you should have just been yourself
more, and not been so nervous."
 
 "But it was my first date!" I complained.
 
 Dad smiled and said, "I'm not saying that you did badly!  For a first
date, it was actually quite good.  I'll confess that my first date
probably went much poorer than yours.  But you should learn from the
criticism.  Next time, don't worry so much about it, just have fun!
You'll find that she enjoys it more as well!"
 
 Dad looked at me for a moment and then asked, "Did she turn you on?"
 
 I was a bit embarrassed, but I said, "To be honest, though she was
quite nice, I wasn't thinking of her that way.  I was more worried
about how things were going."
 
 "Well, then you were definitely too nervous because she is a very
attractive and sexy girl, and if she didn't get to you, then you
weren't paying attention."
 
 He got up and patted my back.  "Don't worry!  Next time will be
 better, I'm sure."
 
 I went to bed, and I rethought the date.  I agreed with what
Katherine and my dad had said.  I re-examined the night's events in my
head and thought where I could have done things differently, and I
resolved strategies for next time.  Then I thought about Katherine a
bit more, and I realized my father was right, so I called Girl into my
room; I guess that Katherine had turned me on after all!
 


Chapter Seven: Lessons in Dating, Part 2



 Our second date was very much like our first, almost a do-over, in
fact.  We once again planned to go to a movie and a snack.  We once
again picked up Katherine, who was still looking like a young girl.  I
decided that since she had enjoyed the kiss on the hand, that I would
do that again, but this time, instead of letting go of her hand after
I had kissed it, I used it to pull her closer and kiss her gently on
the cheek as well.
 
 "I'm glad you agreed to go out with me again," I told her.  "I had a
very nice time last time, and I hope that you did as well.  I am
looking very forward to spending more time with you."
 
 "Thank you!" she said, and she sounded a bit surprised.  She touched
her cheek with her hand before she followed me to the car.
 
 In the car we again examined the movie schedule.  "Last time we did a
romantic comedy," I said.  "How would you feel about something a
little more action-oriented, so that I can feel more manly?"
 
 She laughed, and together we picked a buddy comedy with enough action
for me and enough humor for her.  We went into the theater, and
Katherine once again took my hand.  This time, I squeezed it lightly
and pulled her in a little closer to me as we walked.  When we got to
the counter, I continued holding her hand while I ordered, removing it
only when I had to reach for my wallet.  I took most of the food,
leaving her a free hand.  I crooked my elbow at her and she smiled
warmly as she put her hand through it and we walked to the theater.
 
 As we chatted while waiting for the movie to start, I looked her over
again.  While she had brought her age down from eighteen, she still
didn't look 14, more like 15 or 16, and a very sexy 15 at that.  I
thought back to my father's question last week, and I knew that I
would have a very different answer tonight; she definitely was turning
me on.
 
 "What?" she asked, and I realized that I had been staring at her with
a little smile on my face.
 
 "Nothing!" I said, and I reached around and hugged her to me briefly
while giving her a peck on her cheek.
 
 "What was that for?" she asked in surprise.
 
 "I was just thinking that I really liked you," I told her.  "I hope
that I wasn't too forward."
 
 "That's OK," she said with a little smile.
 
 The room darkened and the commercials and previews came on, and
finally we got to see the movie.  Katherine enjoyed the movie quite a
bit, which I was glad of.  After the movie, we laughed about the
ridiculous scenes as we walked to the ice cream place.  This time, it
was me that took her hand in mine.
 
 When we got to the ice cream store, we laughed and chatted some more
and I felt very comfortable being with her.  After my mom picked us
up, we talked the whole way home.  This time, when we were on her
front steps, I started getting nervous.  Then I thought about the fact
that this was just a practice run, so I asked, "Katherine, I've had a
really nice time tonight, and if you wouldn't mind, I'd really love to
kiss you good night."
 
 She smiled at me shyly and said, "I'd like that a lot."
 
 I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips.  I pulled back,
looked into her eyes, then kissed her again, a little harder.  I
pulled away and said, "That was nice!  I hope you'll go out with me
again!"
 
 "I will!" she said.  Then she grabbed my head, gave me a quick, but
deep, French kiss, then ran into her apartment.  I stood there
contemplating that for a few minutes, then I went back to the car.
 
 "Looked like you had a nice night," my mother said.
 
 "Uh huh," I replied distractedly as I thought about my night.
 
 +++++
 
 When I got back home, I went into my dad's study.
 
 "Finished talking with Katherine?" I asked.
 
 "Yes, I did," he replied.
 
 "What's my grade this time?" I asked.
 
 He laughed and said, "Don't think of it like a chore!  I hope,
despite its academic nature, that you actually are having a good
time."
 
 "I am," I told him.  "When I was actually out with Katherine I hardly
ever thought about the fact that I am being graded on my performance."
 
 "Well, you should know that tonight you passed with flying colors!"
he said, which caused me to grin.
 
 "Katherine said that she was surprised with the kiss when you picked
her up, but that you weren't obnoxious about it," he told me.  "In
fact, she emphasized that theme throughout.  She said that you pushed
her a little bit, but never in an overbearing way.  That pleases me
greatly, because it is the hallmark of a good dominant.
 
 "She also liked that you picked a movie that you liked, but made sure
that she would enjoy it too.  She was gratified last week that you
thought of her, but by selecting the movie this week, you showed that
you weren't just making choices based on what you thought that she
wanted.
 
 "She also liked the closeness and comfort that you had this week.
She said it was a much nicer date than the last one.  She particularly
pointed out that you kissed her in the theater just because you said
you were having a nice time with her.  It is those gestures of
affection and pleasure that make a girl's knees go weak, and a boy's
for that matter too!"
 
 "Was there anything that she didn't like?" I asked.
 
 "Nothing that she mentioned, which is a really good thing!" Dad
 replied.
 
 "Did she say anything about our good night kiss?" I asked.
 
 "She said that she loved the way that you asked for it," he told me.
 
 "I liked it as well, but her reaction confused me a little," I said.
 
 "How so?" he asked.  "Did she seem not to like it?"
 
 "No, she seemed to like it, but afterwards she gave me a quick French
kiss then ran inside!" I explained.
 
 He thought on that for a moment, then smiled.  "Think about it," he
said.  "She was acting like a girl your age.  How do you think a girl
your age would act if she liked you and wanted to give you a French
kiss?"
 
 I thought about it, then said, "She might be embarrassed, so she
would escape as soon as she did it."
 
 "Exactly," he said.  "But that also means that she really enjoyed
 what you had done!"
 
 "Well, I did as well!" I told my dad.  "I'd like to go out with her
 again."
 
 "You will," he said.  "But remember that this is a practice run.
Katherine is enjoying dating you, but it will only be for a short
time, and she is still more than four years older than you.  Don't
imagine that this will become a real relationship!"
 
 I thought about that, too, and I realized that I was thinking of it
like that a little bit.  "I understand, but I am enjoying myself a
lot."
 
 "That's good, and I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself just as much when
you start dating kids your own age," he told me.  "Of course, you'll
enjoy your next date with Katherine even more."
 
 "Why is that?" I asked.
 
 "Because you did so well on this date, you will be moving on to the
advanced, accelerated course," he told me.
 
 "What does that mean?" I asked.
 
 "I'm sure that you don't want to take the time to fumble through the
entire dating process before you start dating Gemma, so your next date
will like speed dating.  It will be one day, but you are going to move
to the next level quickly.  I want you to 'put the moves' on
Katherine.  She will react like a normal teenager would, but if she
stops you, then you will break for a bit, then start the next date.
Each time, she'll let you go further and further.  How good you are
will determine how far you ultimately go, but I'll tell you a secret.
If you behave similarly to the way you behaved tonight, it's not going
to take much to get into her pants!"
 
 With that thought, my father wished me good night.  I grabbed Girl on
the way upstairs and dragged her to my room.  When I threw her on the
bed, she giggled and said, "Did your date get you all worked up, sir?"
 
 "Well, she didn't tease me, if that's what you mean, but the thought
of her did turn me on!" I told her.
 
 "And are you going to take out your excitement on a poor slave girl?"
 she asked.
 
 "Damn straight!" I replied.
 
 "Then I will have to send her a thank you note," she said, and then
she couldn't say much more, as her mouth was otherwise occupied.  In
the end, she would have owed Katherine three thank you notes.
 


Chapter Eight: Lessons in Dating, Part 3



 For our third date, I took Katherine to the park.  My parents had
gone out for the day and Girl had been ordered to her room.  Katherine
came over to my house and knocked on the door.  I opened the door and
smiled at her.  I pulled her into my arms giving her a hug and a light
kiss.  I stepped back and took a long look at her.  She looked
magnificent in shorts and a tank top.
 
 "I am just about finished packing our lunch," I told her.  "Would you
like to help me finish?"
 
 "Sure!" she said, and followed me into the kitchen.
 
 "Cool!" she exclaimed when she saw the picnic basket.  I had made
some sandwiches and my mom had bought some salads.  We finished
packing them away and I went to grab a ball and a Frisbee.  I gave
Katherine the toys and I carried the picnic basket.  Unfortunately,
the basket was large enough that I could not hold it as well as
Katherine's hand.  However we chatted the entire way to the park.
 
 When we got to the park, we walked to a reasonably secluded spot next
to a small lake.  I put down the picnic basket and asked Katherine if
she wanted to toss the ball around a bit.
 
 "I'd rather just lie here for a while and enjoy the day," she said.
 
 I agreed, and laid down on the grass.  Katherine put her head on my
stomach and lay perpendicular to me.  I ran my fingers through her
brown hair as we continued to talk.  Despite her being older, we had a
lot to talk about, from music to movies to the way we felt about
school.  It was quite pleasant to lie there and just enjoy each
other's company.
 
 After a bit, however, Katherine turned over and rested her chin on
her hands, which she intertwined on my stomach.  I looked at her
gazing up at my eyes, and I couldn't help but smile.  I crooked my
finger at her and she moved up to lie next to me.  I pulled her head
gently to mine and kissed her.  Slowly, we started kissing more
passionately, and soon we were going at it hot and heavy.
 
   When I put my hand under the back of her tee shirt, she quickly got
up and looked around.  "We're in public," she said.  "Let's eat!"
 
 She moved to the picnic basket and started removing the food.  I
growled in frustration, but she was right.  On the other hand, knowing
what was coming up, what the hell were we doing in the park?  But I
took a deep breath and relaxed.  'Take it easy,' I told myself.  'Good
things come to those who wait!'
 
 We ate the food and talked some more, then we tossed the Frisbee
around.  I loved watching Katherine scampering after the disc in her
little outfit.  Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I told
Katherine, "Listen, my parents are gone for the afternoon.  Want to
come over and listen to some music?"
 
 "Sure," she said shyly, so we packed up the basket and toys and
 walked slowly home.
 
+++++

 Once we got to my house, I put away the picnic stuff and took
Katherine to the family room, where I put on a CD and pulled her to
the couch.  We talked a bit more, but mostly we just looked at each
other.  Finally, I leaned into her and started kissing her.  I kept it
up, intensifying the kiss just as I did in the park.  Then I pulled
back, and with a grin I said, "We're not in public anymore," and I
slipped my hand under the back of her tank top, pulling her back into
my arms for another kiss.  She moaned into my mouth and sucked my
tongue into her mouth.  I ran my hand up and down her back, running it
over her bra strap and down to her shorts.  I slipped my other hand
down to her ass, and she squirmed a bit, trying to pull it away.  I
persisted, and she pulled away breathlessly.
 
 "I've got to go, Jake," she said.  She gave me a peck on the lips and
said, "I had a great time." Then she ran out of the den.
 
 +++++
 
 I sat back, unsure of exactly what had happened.  I didn't hear her
leave the house, so I was about to go find her, when she came back in.
She sat down next to me and said, "I had a great time in the park.
Thanks for taking me!" Then she leaned in and kissed me softly.
 
 I sat back for a moment, looking at her twinkling eyes, and then I
realized what was going on.  My dad had explained that she would go as
far as she'd let me, then she'd start again, giving me another chance.
As I pulled her into a kiss, I thought about what I had done wrong the
last time.  Should I have backed off?
 
 I broke character for a moment and asked Katherine, "Did I push too
hard last time?  Should I have gone more slowly?"
 
 She looked at me for a moment, then said, "I don't know the answer to
that.  I know that you were going too fast for that moment, but that
doesn't always mean that you should slow down.  If you go too fast,
then sometimes it will cause a girl to stop you.  However, if you are
generally respectful, then it doesn't always mean a permanent stop.
Sometimes, pushing a little is necessary to go to the next level.  On
the hand, you might really be going too fast, and if you continue to
push, it will make the girl more uncomfortable.  I guess the best
advice is push a little, don't always take a no as a permanent no, but
be respectful and try to read what the girl's body and mouth are
saying.  I'm not saying that no doesn't mean no; if a girl says stop,
you should stop.  But sometimes a girl wants to be pushed a little
further than she may be comfortable with.  Do you understand what I am
saying?"
 
 I thought about it, then said, "I think I do."
 
 She smiled at me, then came back for another kiss.  This time, she
didn't object when I cupped her ass in my hand.  When my hand started
slipping around to her stomach, however, she blocked it with an elbow
and squeezed herself tightly into my chest.  I fell backwards, pulling
her on top of me.  She gasped a little when she felt my hard on
pressing into her thigh, but after another five minutes of kissing,
she maneuvered so that my cock was pressing into the fabric over her
pussy.
 
 I had one hand under her shirt, caressing her back, and I took the
other hand and ran it through her hair.  While Girl might not be a
representative sample, she had taught me many things that women liked,
and when I grabbed Katherine's hair in my hand and started pulling
gently while I massaged her neck with my fingertips, Katherine moaned
and buried her face in my neck.  When I pulled her body slightly to
the side, allowing my hand to start rubbing down the side of her body,
she hissed, but made no move to stop me.  When I finally managed to
cup one of her amazingly sexy tits into my hand, she rolled back,
trapping my hand under her.  She gave me a blazingly hot kiss, then
jumped up again, saying that she had to go.  I got up, kissed her
lightly on the lips, and wished her good night.  She walked out of the
room, and I sat down, after I adjusted myself in my pants.
 
+++++

 When she came back, she sat next to me and said, "Thanks for taking
me to the park."  She then continued shyly, "I'm sorry I freaked out
last time.  I was feeling so good; I was worried that I wouldn't be
able to stop you, that I wouldn't want to stop you!"
 
 "Well, I didn't want to stop either," I told her.  "But if you're not
comfortable, we can stop at any time."
 
 She smiled at me and said, "Thanks!" Then she took my hand and put it
on her breast as she pushed into me and gave me a big kiss.  I ran my
hands over her small, tight breast, then moved it to its mate.  I
continued to kiss her as I fondled her over her shirt while I moved my
other hand to her lower back.  I ran my hand along the waistband of
her shorts, dipping my fingertips slightly under the band, then I
moved my hand down to her silky leg.
 
 I continued kissing her for a bit, then I decided to try something
new.  I pushed her back onto the couch and I crouched at her feet.
She looked at me questioningly, as I ran my fingers around her ankles
and feet.  I bent over and kissed her ankle, then the tip of her big
toe.  She giggled as I ran my fingers along the bottom of her foot,
then groaned as my tongue started tracing a path up her legs.  As I
licked, I occasionally paused to nip at her beautiful flesh.  I jumped
from leg to leg as I made my way slowly up, crossing her knees and
moving to her thighs, all the time running my fingers gently around
the exposed skin.
 
 She was definitely breathing harder when I reached the material of
her shorts, and I absolutely recognized the smell of a very turned on
young lady.  I pushed up the fabric around her thighs a bit before
moving up, biting her gently through her shorts, but avoiding the warm
spot that was calling me.  I pushed her waistband down slightly and
ran my tongue from one hip to the other, then I worked my way up her
stomach, pushing her shirt up in advance of my tongue.
 
 As I reached her breasts, her hands held her shirt in place, but
rather than pressing the issue that way, I moved my mouth to her neck,
nipping and licking and trying to find all of her sensitive spots.  As
I did that, she moved her hands out of the way, and before she could
object, I slipped my hand under her tee and over her bra.  She gasped,
but made no move to remove my hand as I gently probed her lovely
little mounds.  I could feel her hard nipple pressing through the bra
into the palm of my hand, and I couldn't help running my fingers under
the cup and capturing that perfect nub between two fingers.
 
 Katherine groaned and grabbed my head, guiding my lips to hers.  I
maneuvered my hand to her other breast, this time pushing the bra
completely out of the way.  She groaned again, and said, "You are
making me feel so good!  Too good!  We have to stop, or I won't be
able to control myself!"
 
 "Do you have to control yourself?" I asked.
 
 "Yes!" she exclaimed.
 
 She sat up and fixed her bra, then she climbed onto my lap and kissed
me some more, while I gently held her sexy ass in my hands.  Then she
bade me good night and left the room.
 
+++++

 She came back a few minutes later with two drinks in her hands.  "I
thought you might be thirsty," she said.
 
 "You read my mind!" I responded gratefully.  I quickly downed the
drink, and when she was finished with hers, I pulled her onto my lap.
I kissed her, and immediately tried getting my hand under her shirt,
but she stopped me and said, "Hey!  Don't just paw at me!"
 
 Damn it!  I had almost forgotten that we were starting the next date,
and now I had to work her all the way up again.  The abortive fondling
attempt caused her to allow me back only slowly, but with much work,
which, incidentally, I found quite enjoyable, I eventually had her
lovely breast in my hand again.  My other hand started by rubbing her
ass on the outside of her shorts, but she soon allowed it under her
shorts and panties, and it was cupping an exquisite bare ass cheek.
 
 After a bit, I pulled my hand out of her pants and swung her around
so that I was kneeling between her legs.  I moved my mouth to her
earlobe and started running my fingers up and down the side of her
stomach, pushing her shirt up as I did.  She didn't object as I pushed
the shirt up to expose her perky breasts.  She looked embarrassed as I
sat back to enjoy the sight, but she gasped as I stuck my tongue out
and lowered my head towards them.
 
 I ran my tongue all the way around her breasts, gently biting her
hard, pink nipples which protruded from the center like a bull's eye.
After squeezing and licking to my heart's content, I pulled back and
looked her in the eye. :"Did that make you feel good?" I asked.
 
 "God, yes!" she exclaimed.
 
 "Let me make you feel better!" I demanded.
 
 "How?" she asked.
 
 I ran my hands down to her hips and slipped my fingers under her
waistband, slowly starting to pull them down.  She grabbed at her
shorts and held them up, telling me, "I'm not ready to go all the
way."
 
 "We won't," I assured her.  "But I can make you feel better than
 you've ever imagined."
 
 She hesitated, but then let go of her shorts.  I slowly pulled off
her shorts, taking her panties with them.  As they came down, they
exposed a trimmed little bush, pointing directly to the spot that I
was most interested in.  I finished pulling her shorts and panties off
her legs, then I pushed her knees open.  She resisted slightly, but
she let me have my way with her.  I ran my fingers up her thighs and
around her pussy, brushing them through her hair, but intentionally
avoiding anything too interesting.
 
 I continued this until she gasped, "You're just teasing me!"
 
 I smiled at her, and moved my finger up and down her swollen crease.
"Yessss!" she hissed.  Then I dipped my head down and did what I
really enjoyed.  She tasted marvelous, fresh and juicy, but I had just
gotten started when she grabbed my hair and shoved my head all the way
against her as she screamed and came.
 
 I took a final swipe at her sensitive parts with my tongue before I
crawled up her body and held her trembling frame in my arms.  "Did I
succeed?" I asked.
 
 "In what?" she replied.
 
 "In making you feel better than you've ever imagined?" I asked.
 
 She laughed weakly and said, "I think I've imagined that before.  You
are just going to try harder next time!"
 
 I smiled at her and began moving back down when she yelled, "Not now!
Are you trying to kill me?"
 
 I laughed and kissed her.  "Then you are going to have to promise me
that I will be given another chance."
 
 "It's a deal!" she said.  "Now, however, will you show me that thing
in your pants that keeps banging into me?"
 
 I rolled next to her and undid my pants.  She watched carefully as I
pushed my pants down, exposing a large lump in my briefs.  She ran her
fingernails gently along the bulge, causing it to pulse and me to
gasp.
 
 "I want to see it," she whispered.
 
 I lifted my ass and pushed my briefs down my legs, causing my dick to
spring into sight.  "Oooo," she said as she wrapped her hand around
it.
 
 "Careful!" I said after taking a deep breath.  "That's a dangerous
weapon you're handling, and it's loaded and ready to shoot!" The
foreplay that had lasted for hours had me right at the edge.
 
 She giggled again and started rubbing me hard.  I groaned as my cock
started spurting cum high into the air.  She kept stroking until I was
forced to stop her as the feelings became too intense.
 
 "That was cool," she said.
 
 "I'm glad that you liked it," I told her.  "I certainly did!"
 
 She grabbed a box of tissues from nearby and attempted to clean me
up.  When she was done, she climbed onto my lap, her naked pussy
pressed against my limp cock.  We kissed some more, until she felt my
cock start to rise against her, then she jumped off and pulled her
clothes back on.
 
 When we were all cleaned up, she kissed me good bye and went on her
 way.
 
+++++

 Katherine was gone for a few minutes, which gave me a chance to
recover myself.  I started going over our last mini-date in my head
when she returned.
 
 "Hi, Jake!" she said, giving me a little kiss.
 
   She pulled back and gave me a funny little smile.  "Tastes like you
were eating something good recently!"
 
 I blushed a bit as I realized that she could still taste herself on
my face.  "I'll have to remember to brush after every meal," I told
her.
 
 "Speaking of meals, I'm starting to get hungry again," she said.
 "Want to grab a snack?"
 
 "Sure," I told her, and we went to the kitchen to scrounge.
 
 I popped some leftover pasta in the microwave while Katherine cut up
some vegetables.  We joked around a bit as we ate, then when we were
done cleaning up, Katherine got a shy look on her face and said, "Can
we go listen to some more music."
 
 I nodded as I gave her a wicked grin, knowing exactly the kind of
music that she was interested in.  I grabbed her hand and we laughed
as we scampered into the family room.  We jumped to the couch and I
pulled her hair, forcing her head back and exposing her neck to me.
 
 "Now, I will suck your blooood!" I crowed, then I nipped at her neck.
 
 She moaned, and I pulled my mouth off of her neck and added, "Amongst
other things!"  I pulled her mouth to mine as I slipped a hand under
her shirt, surprised to find nothing under it but her sexy breasts.
 
 "Why, you saucy little thing!" I exclaimed.
 
 She turned her head away from me, blushing, and I pulled her head
back to me, kissing her hard.  "That is _so_ sexy!"
 
 "Really?" she asked breathily.  "It's not slutty?
 
 I pulled back and looked at her, and I realized that she was
imparting a new lesson on me.  She had taken a risk, but was concerned
about looking too trampy, and she needed reassurance.
 
 "Not in the way that you mean," I told her.  "I don't think that you
took off your bra because you are trashy.  I think you did it because
you like me and you want me to be turned on.  And that is such a turn
on!  It's a real ego boost, especially considering it gives me such
excellent access to these amazing tits!"
 
 With that, I pulled her shirt up and fastened my mouth around one of
her nipples.  Katherine groaned and arched her back, shoving more of
her tit into my mouth.  From there, things progressed nicely, until we
were both naked with our hands on each other's genitals.
 
 Katherine was straddling my thighs, her nipples just touching my
chest, while I had one hand around her back and one hand between her
legs, gently stroking her slit. My tongue was in her mouth while she
stroked my hard cock, rubbing the tip along her stomach and around her
fuzzy pubic hair. Then she pulled back and sat up, staring intently
into my eyes.
 
 "I want you in me!" she said.
 
 I looked at her wildly, ready to shove my cock right into her, then I
took a breath and realized what she was asking.  "Are you sure that
you are ready?" I asked, giving her a chance to back out.
 
 "Yes, I'm ready!" she said.  "Do you have a condom?"
 
 I thought for a moment, then groaned.  I might have had nice
experiences with Girl, but birth control was not something I had ever
thought about.
 
 "I don't have any condoms!" I moaned.
 
 "You don't?" Katherine exclaimed in surprise.  She looked very
disappointed, then said, "Maybe we could do it for just a bit,
without, and then you could pull out?"
 
 I wanted to.  I wanted to so badly.  But I realized what the right
answer was.  I pulled her down for a violent kiss, then I told her,
"Katherine, I would love nothing more then to bury myself in you, but
I don't think we should take the chance.  I can eat you again, and I
promise that next time I'll be better prepared.  But for now, I think
we should wait."
 
 "But I really want to now!" she complained.  "Just for a minute!"
 
 I rolled her onto her back and pinned her with my body.  I gave her a
searing kiss and I said, "You have no idea how good that makes me
feel, and how tempted I am!" I quickly moved down her body buried my
tongue in her.
 
 "Yesssss!" she screamed.  I licked her through her first orgasm, then
I moved my fingers into play.
 
 "Wait, wait!" she cried.  "Turn around!  Let me have you in my mouth
at the same time!"
 
 When I thought about it later, I realized that she had dropped a bit
out of character.  After all, she hadn't sucked my cock yet, but as
soon as it got near her face she sucked it practically to the base.  I
realized that she wasn't acting the way that she was feeling, which
again boosted my ego.  She never complained as I got more and more
worked up and was practically fucking her throat.  Nevertheless, all
too quickly I was pumping my cum down her throat.
 
 I collapsed to her side, breathing heavily.  After a minute, she
reversed herself and snuggled into my chest.  We were silent for a few
minutes, then she said, "Thanks for keeping your head.  I was so
turned on, I would have let you fuck me."
 
 "And I was so turned on, I probably wouldn't have been able to pull
out in time, so it was a good thing I stopped myself."
 
 "Most guys wouldn't even have tried," she said.
 
 "I'm sure that they would have tried," I said.  "Getting you pregnant
would not have been a good thing for either of us."
 
 "I know, but I certainly was willing to take the chance," she said
 quietly.
 
 "I was on the verge myself," I agreed.
 
 We sat quietly for a bit longer, then she looked at me and kissed me.
"Next time, you'd better be prepared!" Then she got up and pulled her
clothes on.
 
  "I'll see you next time," then she kissed me and left me lying
  there, naked and spent.
 
 I was just contemplating getting up and dressed when something flew
through the door and landed on my stomach.  I picked it up to see what
it was, and I realized that it was a box of condoms.  My date was not
over yet!
 
+++++

 About ten minutes later, shortly after I was fully dressed, Katherine
bopped into the room, looking fresh and sexy, with no signs of our
previous exertions visible.  I'm sure that I, on the other hand,
looked rode hard and put away wet.
 
 Katherine skipped over to me, hopped on my lap and gave me a toe
curling kiss.  "Having a good day?" she asked.
 
 "Pretty good," I said non-committally.
 
 She looked at me, and when she saw my grin she slugged my arm.
 
 "Pretty good, my ass!" she exclaimed.
 
 I grabbed the body part in question and said, "And a pretty good ass
 it is!"
 
 "Oh, you!" she said, then kissed me again.
 
 "Can I take you out to dinner?" I asked
 
 "Sure!" she exclaimed.
 
 "OK, give me ten minutes to get ready." Given the way that she was
dressed, I knew that we couldn't go anywhere too fancy, but I figured
that pizza would be fine.  I went upstairs and washed my face, changed
my shirt, called for a cab and hid the box of condoms under my pillow.
 
 +++++
 
 The cab arrived a few minutes later and I escorted Katherine out.  It
was a short trip to the pizza parlor, and then we walked in, holding
hands.  I ordered a pie for the two of us, figuring that I needed a
lot to build up my strength.  We sat there eating and talking, though
not discussing our earlier activities.  I was once again surprised
that we seemed to have quite a bit in common, but Katherine seemed
genuinely interested in my opinions.
 
 When we were done eating, I suggested that we walk back to my house.
It was a couple of miles, but I had stuffed myself, and I still wanted
to give myself a chance to both recharge and to continue our
conversation.  About a half hour later we arrived home.
 
 As soon as we got inside, I swung Katherine around and pinned her to
the wall, kissing her hard.
 
 "Oooh, you are fresh!" she exclaimed, but there was no heat behind
her words.  Rather than let her continue complaining, I occupied her
mouth with another kiss, and then another.  For about ten minutes I
did nothing but make out with her, though I did trap her body against
the wall.  Then, I slipped my hand between our bodies and unsnapped
her shorts.  She tried to move her hands down to stop me, but she
didn't protest seriously enough to prevent her zipper from going down.
 
 I pulled her slightly away from the wall and slipped my hand under
the back of her shorts and panties to cup her sexy ass.  I used my
wrist to inch down her shorts, and then my other hand worked them off
her hips.  Soon, her shorts and panties were puddled at her ankles,
then I pressed her back against the wall, my clothed body pushing
against her bottomless one.
 
 I slipped my hand under the back of her tee shirt and fumbled with
 the clasp of her bra.
 
 "What are you doing," she said after breaking away from my kiss.
 
 "I'm stripping my beautiful girl," I told her.
 
 "But then I'll be naked!" she complained.
 
 "Look," I told her.  "You are beautiful.  There is nothing that I
want to see more in the world than your naked body.  You drive me
crazy, and I want to see all of you.  I need to see all of you.  Now
help me get this off!"
 
 She looked at me with a nervous expression, then reached behind her
and opened her bra and pulled it and her top over her head.  She
dropped her clothes to the floor, and I stood back to admire her.  I
wasn't kidding.  Her body was great, and I wanted to admire it.  After
about a minute of just looking at her, she brought her arms up to
cover her pussy and breasts.
 
 "You're making me self-conscious!" she whined.
 
 "You shouldn't be," I told her.  "You are beautiful, and anyone who
saw you would agree."
 
 I held out my hand and she took it, leaving her other hand covering
her breasts.  I led her upstairs to my bedroom.  When we got there, I
laid her down in the center of my bed, then covered her with a thin
top-sheet.  When she seemed confused, I said, "I want to unwrap you
like a present!"
 
 She blushed slightly, and I smiled at her as I stripped off my
clothes.  I wasn't trying for a sexy striptease, I just wanted to get
them off without looking like a fool.  Soon I was naked, my dick
sticking straight out from my body in anticipation of what was going
to happen.
 
 I straddled Katherine's hips and bent down to kiss her.  I kissed her
lips, and her cheeks, and her ears and her neck.  Then I slowly pulled
down the sheet, enjoying her breasts slow exposure.  When her nipples
peeked out, I swiped my tongue over them, sucking her hard nubs into
my mouth.  I continued kissing my way down her body as the sheet
exposed more and more of her.  I nibbled on her hips and rubbed my
nose in her pubic hair.
 
 I tongued down the tops of her legs until her whole body was
uncovered.  Then I spread her legs and worked my way up the insides of
her calves and thighs.  Finally, I buried my tongue into her sopping
pussy.  I licked her almost to orgasm, then backed off.
 
 "Please, make me cum!" she cried.
 
 "I will," I promised. "But it will be on my cock."
 
 "Oh, yes!  Put it in me now!"
 
 I reached under the pillow and pulled out a condom.  I was a little
embarrassed when I explained that I had never put one on.  She smiled
encouragingly and helped me slip one on.  Then I positioned myself
between her legs and pushed in.
 
 "Slowly," she grunted.  She was surprisingly tight, and I remembered
that she was supposed to be virginal.
 
 I eased my way in with tiny strokes, until I was fully in her.
 
 "Just wait there for a minute," she said.  I complied, kissing her
neck and ears, occasionally dipping down to take her nipple into my
mouth.
 
 Finally she started moving her hips, and soon I was thrusting hard.
She moaned quietly and hissed, "Yesssssss!" as she came. I was close
myself, and though the sensation with a condom on was definitely
different, in another minute I was filling the condom with my spunk.
 
 After catching my breath, I started to roll off of Katherine.  She
stopped me and held the condom on to my cock.  "When you start
shrinking, it can fall off, so always hold it on when you pull out,"
she explained.
 
 I did as she asked, and lay down next to her.  I looked down at my
cock.  It was shrinking, and the condom was shiny, with the tip
filled.  OK, maybe not filled; I had cum a number of times today, but
there was some fluid in the reservoir.  Katherine got a tissue and
pulled the condom off of me, placing the condom in the tissue.  Then
she bent down and sucked my sensitive cock into her mouth.  When she
released it, it was shiny and clean.
 
 "A lot of girls won't like the taste of latex, but I don't mind," she
said, as she rested her head on my thighs.
 
 We lay there for a few minutes, regaining our strength, as I ran my
fingers through her hair and she gently petted my thigh.  "Am I going
to have to wait until I talk to my father, or will you critique my
performance now?"
 
 She looked at me in surprise.  "Do you really want me to pick apart
your performance?"  she asked.
 
 "Well, that's not the way that I would have phrased it, but go
 ahead," I told her.
 
 She lay there, apparently deep in thought. Then she said, "OK, but
don't get angry at the messenger."
 
 She was silent a bit longer, clearly gathering her thoughts, before
she began speaking.  "First, you have to understand that all people
move at different speeds.  Assuming that our breaks indicated
different dates, there is still no guarantee that a girl you date
would move at that speed.  Most will take far longer to feel
comfortable with you.  Others would have spread for you in the park.
It's very individual, and you have to react to the signals that you
are getting.
 
 "That said, let's talk about how you reacted to me.  The picnic was
very nice.  Most girls will feel very uncomfortable being felt up in
public, though again, not all, so keep that in mind, despite how horny
you get!
 
 "The first time that I left, I did so because I felt that you were
going too fast.  Running away is a classic escape mechanism, and in
most cases you want to try to make the girl feel that it is OK that
she ran away.  The girl is probably just as horny as you, but feels
like she can't show it.  Make sure that she understands that you still
respect her, that you still want to be with her.  Letting her go, and
then making her feel that it was OK will make her more willing to stay
with you longer the next time, knowing that if she feels she has to
leave, you won't pressure her to stay.
 
 "If I had really gone home after the second time I left, I would have
masturbated the second that I got home.  You really had me worked up,
and it was hard not to attack you.  As a virginal teenager, I would
have been going insane.  I left definitely wanting more, which is how
you should always strive to leave a partner.  The way that you
reassured me when I came back was great!
 
 "Every time, you pushed me just a bit further, and then let me go
when I felt that we needed to stop.  That was good.  You might want to
consider what you would do if you were stalled at one spot for a long
time?"
 
 "What should I do in that case?" I asked.
 
 "I can't answer that," she told me.  "You might be up against someone
who simply doesn't want to move on, in which case you have to decide
if that is enough for you, or you will find someone else.  You might
just need to work harder to make her comfortable.  In each case, you
will have to decide what is appropriate based on how much effort and
frustration you think the girl is worth.  Some will be worth a lot,
some not worth much at all."
 
 I considered that, and told her that I understood.  She continued.
 
 "When I came back the next time, you just grabbed at me.  I
understand that you were quite worked up, and it really wasn't a new
date.  However, keep in mind that girls often need to work up to
things.  You can take a slave and have her drop and blow you, but a
girlfriend or date needs to work up to it each time.  That's not to
say that each time will require the same effort to get to the same
point, but you can't just shove your hand up her shirt, either.
 
 "That said, I must admit that you were very good at seducing me, each
and every time.  You didn't just grab my boob and go to town; you
changed up what you were doing, you got me worked up, you convinced me
that I wanted it as much as you did.  Let me tell you, I've had
college guys and even older that didn't do half as good a job at
making me want them!"
 
 My head swelled, and my cock attempted to as well.  She felt it on
the back of her head and she turned her head around and swiped it with
her tongue.  It got a bit bigger, but I still wasn't going to be ready
any time soon.
 
 "When I took off my bra, I was really taking a chance.  Girls want to
be provocative, but they don't want to be viewed as a slut.  The way
that you responded was perfect.  Not having condoms, however, was
not!"
 
 "I know," I told her.  "I just never needed them before!"
 
 "Well, you can't assume that a partner will be protected.  When you
realized your error, you did the right thing; no glove, no love.  You
do *not* want to be saddled with a baby and a wife at this point in
your life!  And I'll tell you right now, if a girl is worked up,
she'll rationalize just as much as a boy.  I just had my period, I'm
safe.  We can take a chance just this once.  You can pull out.
 
 "Even if you pull out, you still could have gotten sperm in a girl.
It only takes one time.  And do you know what you call a girl that
uses the rhythm method?"
 
 "What?"
 
 "Mommy!  Always make sure that she either takes the pill regularly,
or use a condom!  And if you want to have sex at a moments notice,
make sure you always have a spare condom, got it?"
 
 "Yes, Ma'am!" I replied.
 
 "Good!" she exclaimed.  "Now, how did you like taking my virginity?"
 
 "I didn't notice much blood," I replied.
 
 "Very funny," she said.  "First of all, there is not always blood the
first time.  Second, though I tried to be realistic, it may be quite
different to do a virgin.  Just remember, go slowly and pay attention
to how she is feeling.  You can't avoid all pain, but if it is a
miserable experience, she won't come back for more.  Got it?"
 
 "I got it," I told her.
 
 "Good!" She moved up my body and kissed my lips." You passed with
 flying colors!"
 
 "Thanks, teacher.  How can I repay you?" I asked.
 
 "Oh, I'll come up with a way," she said as she started dressing.  She
finished up and I slipped on some shorts and walked her to the door.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss.
 
 "Have fun in the real world," she told me, and she left.
 
 +++++
 
 Later that evening, after my parents came home, my father called me
in to talk to me again.  "I understand that you've already had your
debriefing."
 
 I snickered at the double entendre, and he smiled as well.
 
 "Did you listen and understand what Katherine told you?"
 
 "Yes, sir," I replied.
 
 "Good, just remember that this was just practice.  The real thing
will be different, and the girl's emotions will be more fragile."
 
 "I understand," I told him.
 
 "Good, then go to sleep.  It sounds like you've had a tiring day," he
replied.  And I complied.
 


Chapter Nine: A Nice Reward



 The weekend following my last date with Katherine, my father called
me into his study again.  "I appreciate that you listened to my advice
and dated Katherine," he told me.  "Do you think that it was
worthwhile?"
 
 "Absolutely!" I told him.  "I wasn't sure at the beginning if it was
a good idea, but it gave me confidence, and I've asked out Gemma, and
she agreed to go!"
 
 "How did you ask her out?" he queried.
 
 "I just did," I replied.  "I was talking to her in school and I just
said, 'Would you like to go to the movies with me this weekend?' She
said that she wanted to, but she was going away this weekend, but
she'd love to go next week.  So now I'm going to have my first real
date, and I was only a little nervous when I asked."
 
 "I'm glad for you, and it's good to know that you think your old man
still has a pearl of wisdom or two in him."
 
 "Dad!" I complained.
 
 "Well, it's actually good that Gemma was not available this weekend,
because you did so well in your assignment that I decided to get you a
present."
 
 "I think that the _assignment_ was present enough," I said.  Really,
sleeping with Katherine ... it certainly made it all worth it.
 
 "Nevertheless," he said.  "I left your present on your bed.  Have
 fun."
 
 Well, I wasn't going to turn a present down, so I ran upstairs to my
bedroom.  I rushed through the door, and there on the bed was my
wrapped present, though not what I expected.  It was a woman, with her
arms and legs tied spread eagle to the bed frame.  On her feet were
spiked high heeled boots.  She was in a spandex cat suit, completely
covering her from neck to boots.  The sleeves went into elbow length
leather gloves, and she was wearing a cap with hood that covered the
top half of her face, with oval slits for her eyes.
 
 I walked over slowly and as I looked closely at her face, I realized
that she looked familiar.  I reached up and pushed the mask off of her
face and stepped back in surprise.
 
 "Katherine!" I exclaimed.
 
 "No Sir, my name is Cat," she told me.  "At least for this weekend,"
and she winked at me.
 
 "What's going on?" I asked, confused.
 
 "Well, you did such a wonderful job, that your father decided that
you should have full access to me, not as a date, but as a slave." She
lowered her voice, and in a conspiratorial voice said, "It's also a
reward for me!"
 
 "You mean that you want this?" I asked.
 
 "Your father didn't select me off of the street, you know," Katherine
explained.  "I like being dominated too.  So this weekend, I'm yours.
No working your way up to anything.  No carefully thinking of what I'd
like.  This weekend, you take me however you want me, whenever you
want me.  I'm not Katherine, I'm Cat.  And I do things that would make
Katherine blush in shame!"
 
 I thought about that for a minute, then started smiling.  "Is there
anything that I should know not to do?" I asked.
 
 "Don't worry," Katherine, no, Cat said.  "As long as you don't gag
me, I'll tell you when you're going too far.  Until then, just have at
me!"
 
 I climbed onto the bed and straddled Cat's waist.  I bent over and
kissed her, gently at first, but soon we were passionately churning
tongues.  She tried to stay with me as I pulled back, but her
restraints prevented her.  I ran my fingers lightly down her neck and
over her breasts.
 
 "You know, I'm not particularly attached to these clothes," she said
 breathily.
 
 I took the hint and jumped off the bed.  I returned momentarily with
a pair of scissors in my hand.  I pinched her nipple and pulled it up
until it slipped out between my fingers and all I was left with was
cloth in my hand.  I pulled it higher and cut it off, so that her bare
breast was now sticking out.
 
 I repeated the procedure with her other breast, then put the scissors
down carefully on my nightstand.
 
 "Katherine liked it gently," I said.  "Does Cat?"
 
 "Katherine is a pussy," she said.  "Cat is a cunt.  Cat likes it hard
 and rough."
 
 "How hard?" I asked.
 
 "Harder than you can do it," she told me with a sneer.
 
 I leaned over and opened my mouth wide, putting my teeth completely
around her nipple, then I bit down hard.  She shrieked, and when I
pulled away there was a circle of tooth marks around her nipple.  "Too
hard?" I asked.
 
 "Not even close!" she exclaimed.
 
 I bent over her other nipple and took it between my teeth.  As I bit
down she said, "Please fuck me, Jake!"
 
 I nipped a little harder, hearing her gasp, then grabbed the scissors
and pulled the fabric away from her crotch.  I wasn't very careful
about what I was grabbing, and she gasped as I pulled some of hair
with the clothes, but I ignored it and sliced a hole, uncovering her
moist crotch.
 
 I pulled my clothes off, then opened the drawer to the nightstand and
pulled out a condom.
 
 "You don't need those," she said.
 
 "But I don't want to get you pregnant," I replied.
 
 "I'm on the pill," she explained.
 
 "But then why did I need it last time?" I asked.
 
 "I'm not fifteen years old either!" she said in an exasperated tone.
"I was teaching you a lesson, not being truthful.  Now I want to feel
your cock sliding bareback into me.  Fuck me now, damn it!"
 
 I sat back and looked her over.  "For a bound slave, you're pretty
demanding," I said.  "Maybe I should just leave you here for a while."
 
 She looked stricken and begged, "No, please, Master, I'm sorry.  I'm
just so horny that I wasn't thinking straight.  I want you so much,
please don't leave me!  I'll be good, I promise."
 
 I looked at her for a bit, and she begged me with her eyes.  Finally,
I gave in and stretched myself over her, my cock at the entrance of
her pussy, my tongue in her mouth.  I moved my hips back and forth,
dragging my cock over her sensitive bits, then I reached down and
adjusted the tip.  I thrust hard, pushing myself all the way in one
stroke.
 
 "God, yessssss!" she hissed.
 
 I pulled out and started hammering into her as hard as I could.  She
was cumming quickly, and I was not far behind her.  After I got my
breath back a little I bent over and kissed her hard, then I rolled
off of her, resting my head on her outstretched arm.
 
 "Are you going to untie me?" she asked.
 
 "Eventually," I said.
 
 I got up and opened the door, yelling, "Girl, get in here!"
 
 I left the door open and lay back down on the bed.  Moments later
Girl arrived.  Her eyes got a little large as she came through the
door and took in the scene.
 
 "I made another mess," I told her, pointing to my moist cock.  Since
the first time she had made me cum, this was a little game that we
played, where she would use her mouth to clean up any messes that we
would make during sex.  She smiled, and with no hesitation she took my
limp cock into her mouth and lovingly cleaned it off.
 
 Cat watched the whole byplay with wide eyes, but her mouth had a
little smirk.  The smirk disappeared when I told Girl, "I seem to have
made a mess there, too," and indicated the dripping spot between Cat's
legs.  Girl climbed over Cat's leg and knelt down, her ass in the air
and her face in Cat's cunt.  She looked me right in the eye as she ran
her tongue from the bottom of Cat's pussy to her clit.
 
 Cat hissed at first, but Girl soon had her purring.  My cock, limp
when she started, was soon standing proud and erect.  I had never seen
two girls doing it, but I knew I'd want to again.  I stood up to see
them from all angles.  I saw Girl reach up and tweak Cat's nipples.
 
 "She likes it hard," I told her.
 
 I heard Girl groan into Cat's pussy as she dug her fingernails into
 Cat's nipples.
 
 "Yessss!" Cat hissed.
 
 I stepped to the foot of the bed and watched Girl's hips sway as she
licked, her pussy lips visible, moist and glistening.  I knee walked
up the bed and slid my cock into Girl, pushing her face deeper into
Cat's pussy, bringing groans of pleasure from both of them.  I started
moving in and out, and looking over Girl's back at Cat's face, it felt
like I was fucking Cat with Girl.  I kept this up as Girl gave Cat a
good cum, then I grabbed Girl's hair and pulled her up.  I continued
slamming into her, slowly pushing her up Cat's body.  Girl grabbed
Cat's tits in her hands and squeezed hard, until finally their faces
were even.
 
 Cat pushed her head up to lock lips with Girl, and I shoved Girl's
face down to her.  I was getting close, so I reached around Girl,
squeezing her nipples, bringing her as I came myself.  I fell down
onto Girl's back, pushing her into Cat as I tried to regain my breath.
My cock quickly softened and slipped out.
 
 I rolled over and told Girl, "Now you're a mess.  Have Cat clean you
 up."
 
 "Yes, sir," Girl said with a tired smile.  She squatted over Cat's
face, just out of tongue reach, and I watched my cum slowly drip into
Cat's mouth.  Then Girl dropped the rest of the way so Cat's tongue
could work its way into Girl.
 
 After a few minutes, Girl turned to me and said, "I think that I'm
all cleaned out, sir.  Should I get up now?"
 
 "Yes, that will be all, Girl," I said.  "Oh, wait.  Untie her before
 you leave."
 
 "Yes, sir," she replied.  She got up, unfastened Cat from her bonds,
and left the room.  Cat stretched her limbs, then rolled over on top
of me.
 
 "Thank you.  That was just what I needed," she said.
 
 "Not all that you needed, I hope," I replied.
 
 "I'll take whatever you can give me," she said with a smile.
 
 "I have you for the whole weekend, right?" I asked.
 
 "Uh, huh," she grunted.
 
 "Fine.  Go find Girl and have her lend you one of her outfits.  You
can help serve dinner tonight," I instructed.
 
 "Yes, sir!" she said, with a mock salute, and she wiggled her way out
of the room.  As she left, I saw that the outfit even had a cat's
tail.  I shook my head and thought about playing with her tail.
 
 +++++
 
 Mom, Dad and I were sitting down for dinner when Girl and Cat came
into the room in matching maid outfits.  Dad looked at me with a
smile, then said, "Mary, borrow an outfit from Girl and help them with
dinner."
 
 "Yes, sir," Mom replied.
 
 She and Girl hustled upstairs while Cat continued serving me and Dad.
They returned shortly, and soon there were three extremely sexy, very
briefly dressed women serving us.  I was not sure how life could get
any better.  Throughout the meal, the women were giggling as they
leaned over or bent over or otherwise tried in every way possible to
flash and excite us.  We all enjoyed ourselves greatly, but when
dinner was done Dad said, "You women were not at all respectful during
this meal.  Punishment position!"
 
 Mom and Girl immediately bent over, then when they realized that Cat
didn't know what to do, they pulled her between them.  Soon, there
were three bare asses pointing out into the room.
 
 "Girl, go get the crop," my father ordered, and Girl jumped up, ran
out of the room, and was soon back, handing the crop to my father then
getting back into position.
 
 My father turned to me and said, "It's too tiring for me to punish
all three of these temptresses.  Why don't you do it this time?"
 
 I was more than happy to oblige.  As I stood surveying the beautiful
behinds arrayed in front of me, I realized that this would be the
first time that I would be disciplining my mother.  I never would have
done it without my father's permission, but here he was, giving me
permission, and I was not about to turn him down!
 
 On the other hand, the women had really not done anything wrong, so a
harsh punishment would not be in order.  I looked them over again,
their hands at their sides, their asses in the air, their legs parted
with pussies peeking out.  I wanted to make it more fun for them, so I
pulled them back a little bit, then I took Cat's left hand and put it
under Girl's hip and on her pussy.  She didn't need any coaching as
she started tickling Girl's clit.  Then I put Cat's right hand on my
mother's pussy.  As I placed it there, my hand slipped over Mom's
pussy lips.  I looked over at my father, but he just smiled.  I
quickly licked the juice off, then I took my mother's left hand and
put it on Cat's pussy, and I took Girl's right hand and put it on
Cat's pussy as well.  They soon managed to each stake out a part and
all were happily playing.
 
 I let them play for a few minutes, and by the time that I landed the
first blow on Girl's backside, I think that she had forgotten that she
was there to be punished.  Her cry quickly turned to a moan.  I gave
her three more, then moved to Cat.  I gave Cat two, then stepped
behind my mother.  This was the first cropping that I had given her,
and I wanted to remember it.  I slapped her ass, then watched the mark
turn pink.  I did it again, then again.  I glanced down and saw that
her hand had stopped moving, though it was still resting on Cat.
 
 I spent the next few minutes alternating between the lovely asses
before me.  When I was done, I said, "You may finish yourselves off,
if you'd like."
 
 "Please, yes," moaned Cat as both Mom and Girl worked on her.  Cat's
hands were not idle either, and soon they were cumming, Girl first,
then my mother, then, with a scream, Cat.  Girl pulled herself onto
the table, while Cat slumped to the floor.
 
   Mom stood up and walked over to me.  She put her hands on my
shoulders and lightly kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear,
"Thank you, Jake." As she began to walk over to my father I grabbed
her left hand and kissed it, taking in the lovely taste and aroma of
Cat.
 
 "You are your father's son," she said, laughing.
 
 "Thanks," I replied proudly.
 
 Father took Mom's hand and they went immediately to bed.  I looked at
the two remaining women and asked, "Who wants to come to bed with me?"
 
 Girl raised her hand, and Cat said, "Oooh, pick me!"
 
 Rather than make any hard choices, I picked both.
 
 When we got back to my room, I had the two women stand next to each
other with their backs to the wall.  I looked at them, standing next
to each other in identical maid outfits.  Cat, with her brown hair,
small breasts and tight body.  Girl, taller with blonder hair and
larger breasts.  Both ready to do whatever I asked.  I couldn't
believe that I was this lucky.
 
 Then I thought about Gemma.  Sweet Gemma.  I imagined her against the
wall with the other two, but that didn't seem right.  Which did I want
more?  The two hot, submissive sluts against the wall or the sweet,
virginal Gemma?  I couldn't believe it, but I realized that if I had
to choose, it would be a hard choice!  Fortunately, no choice was
required.
 
 "Well, I saw what you were doing to each other before," I told the
two sexy women.  "What else could you do together?"
 
 "We could do a 69," Cat said.
 
 "I can get a strap-on," Girl answered.
 
 "What's a strap-on?" I asked.
 
 "It's a dildo with some belts so that I can strap it on, so that it's
like I have a penis," she told me.
 
 "Or I do," Cat said with a smirk.
 
 "Go get it," I said.
 
 "It's in your parents' room with all the other toys," she told me.
"They might be busy now."
 
 "Well, go and see," I instructed.
 
 "Yes, sir," she replied, and scurried out of the room.  That left me
 alone with Cat.
 
 I lay down on the bed and gestured for Cat to join me.  As she walked
over, I noticed the differences from Girl.  They were both dressed the
same, but had I gestured for Girl, she would have walked over with her
head slightly down, almost demurely.  Cat, on the other hand, looked
me right in the eye as she strutted over.
 
 I pulled her down next to me and she reached over to give me a big
kiss.  I pushed her back onto the bed and started exploring her body.
I touched her ears, her throat, the upper part of her chest.  I
slipped my fingers under her skimpy top and fondled her nipples.  I
ran my other hand up her calves and thighs, brushing my fingers
lightly through the little triangle of pubic hair.  I crouched over
her, kissing her as I worked the top of her outfit down, slowly
sucking on her nipples.
 
 I played with Cat for about ten minutes before sitting up, as I
realized that Girl was taking quite a long time.  I was wondering if
she had gotten distracted with something when I heard Cat gasp.  I
looked up and saw that she was staring at the door.  I turned around,
and it was a gasp-worthy sight.
 
 Girl was standing at the door, completely naked.  Her arms were tied
behind her back.  Between her clenched teeth was a dildo, with straps
coming off the end.  On her distended nipples were two evil looking
alligator clamps.  There were fresh whip marks across her stomach and
thighs.  I got up and walked to Girl.  I was about to take the dildo
from her mouth, but I turned her around, instead.  There were more
whip marks on her back, and her ass was bright pink.  Her arms were
tied at the wrists, and her thumbs were strung together.  From her ass
hung a tail, which was a combination butt plug and whip.
 
 I turned her back around and was again ready to remove the dildo from
her mouth when I stopped and looked at Cat.  "Why did you gasp?" I
asked.
 
 "It was a shocking sight," she replied.
 
 "Were you shocked because it looked so awful, or because it looked so
 good?" I asked.
 
 She looked at me for minute, then said, "Good."
 
 "Because you wanted to see Girl like this, or you wanted to be like
 this?" I pressed.
 
 She looked at me again, then flicked her eyes to Girl, then dropped
her eye and whispered, "Me."
 
 I smiled and turned back to Girl, removing the dildo from her mouth.
"What happened to you?" I asked.
 
 "Your parents were occupied," she told me.  "They were annoyed at
being disturbed, and they decided to rebuke me."
 
 "At least you got what you went for, and then some, so I won't have
to punish you as well," I told her.
 
 "As you wish," was her only response.
 
 I stepped behind her and unbound her hands, though I left the tail
and nipple clamps alone.  "Put this on, and then I want to see you
fucking Cat."
 
 "Yes, sir," she replied, and stepped into some straps and hooked them
all up.  It was very bizarre to see Girl with a dick coming out of
her.  She crawled onto the bed between Cat's legs, her tail swaying in
the air, the little weights on her nipple clamps swinging below her,
dragging along Cat's body.
 
 Her head stopped briefly between Cat's thighs.  She appeared to be
rubbing her face all around, covering it with Cat's juices, before she
sunk her tongue deeply into Cat.  Then she continued her journey up
Cat, nipping at her tits before moving further up.  She was clearly
well practiced at this, because as she slid up to Cat's face, the
dildo found its target and slipped all the way into Cat's moist slit.
 
 Cat moaned into Girl's mouth as Girl thrust her tongue deeply into
Cat.  Girl hissed as the clamps on her nipples dragged along Cat's
breasts.  Girl started thrusting her hips in and out, and her
practiced movements made me think that she had used this particular
piece of equipment many times before.  Picturing her and my mother
together made my dick lurch.
 
 Cat was clearly getting close to her own orgasm as she reached behind
Girl and grabbed her ass, pushing her in harder.  Cat's hands brushed
against the tail protruding from Girl's ass, and she wrapped the
strands around her fingers and pulled it out a little before slamming
it back in.  Girl cried out as Cat started fucking her ass with the
butt plug, causing her to fuck her hips in Cat.  It built up quickly
to a crescendo, and Cat screamed in orgasm as she grabbed one of then
weights of Girl's nipple clamps with her other hand.  This caused Girl
to go over the edge as well, and soon she had collapsed on top of Cat,
both of them drained after their orgasms.
 
 I, on the other hand, was not in the least relieved.  I grabbed some
lube from my nightstand and poured it over my cock.  Then, I climbed
onto the bed and quickly pulled the plug from Girl's ass.  She gasped
as it was abruptly removed, then moaned as I sank my rod into her in
one stroke.  Cat groaned as well, as the dildo that was still buried
in her cunt got pushed even more deeply into her.
 
 I laid across Girl's back and grabbed her hair, pulling her head out
of the way.  I bent over her shoulder so that I could kiss Cat as I
fucked her with Girl.  I kept at if for a minute, then I pulled Girl
up a little.  I reached around her and removed her right nipple clamp.
She hissed at the pain of removal, then I heard Cat's shriek as I
clamped it on her nipple.
 
 "You bastard!" she screamed.
 
 "Too much?" I asked, concerned.
 
 "Do the other one, then fuck me hard!" she moaned.
 
 I obliged, unfastening the other clamp from Girl, then refastening it
on Cat.  Then I pushed Girl back onto Cat's chest, forcing their
tender nipples together, drawing more groans of pain from both of
them.  I then started fucking into Girl's ass, with each upstroke
pulling her hips up, then driving the dildo back into Cat on each down
stroke.
 
 Soon I was cumming, pouring my seed into Girl's abused rectum.  Cat
wasn't quite there yet, so after pulling my raw cock out of Girl's
clenching hole, I started fucking Cat again, pulling and pushing at
Girl's hips.  In a very brief time, Cat was screaming with pleasure,
her whole body shaking as she came.  When she was done, I dropped
Girl's hips and rolled to the side, kissing both of them lightly.
 
  We all lay there for a few minutes, rebuilding our energy.  Then I
ordered Girl to clean us all up; after all, Cat was a guest.  Girl got
washcloths and drinks for everyone, though her tongue was used
liberally as well.  The girls got into a discussion of the clamps, and
compared them with others that they had used.  It was interesting
listening to the technical aspects of how pain is given, and how the
girls enjoyed it.
  
 It was getting to be time to go to sleep, but I wasn't sure how I
would sleep with two women on the bed with me, so I thought up a
little competition.
 
 "Ladies," I announced, "I think only one of you can comfortably be on
the bed with me, so we are going to have a little contest.  The two of
you are going to try and make each other cum, and the one that makes
the other cum first is going to win.  The loser is going to be trussed
up at the bottom of the bed for the night.  Do you understand?"
 
 "What are the rules?" Cat asked.
 
 "That you make the other cum," I explained.
 
 "No matter how we do it?" she asked.
 
 "That's up to you.  But whoever cums first sleeps tied to the bottom
 of the bed."
 
 "OK," she said.
 
 "Are you ready?" I asked.  Cat nodded.
 
 "And you?" I asked Girl.  She nodded as well.
 
 I moved back so that I was sitting against the headboard, leaving
them plenty of room to play.
 
 "Go," I said.
 
 They both looked at each other, then they approached each other and
kissed, each of them gently fondling the other.  Cat was moving them
around, when all of a sudden she dug her fingernails into Girl's
already tender nipples.  Girl gasped and pulled back.  Cat grabbed
Girl's arm and pulled it behind her back, forcing Girl face down on
the bed.  Girl grabbed Cat's hair with her other hand, but after a
brief struggle, Cat had both of Girl's hands behind her back.
 
 It was then that I noticed that Cat had positioned them right next to
the pile of items that we had used earlier.  She reached out and
grabbed the rope that had bound Girl's hands when she returned from my
parents.  In a movement reminiscent of rodeo riders, she quickly bound
Girl's hands behind her back.  At that point, it was clear who was
going to win this competition; Cat had outthought Girl.
 
 When Girl was well and truly tied, Cat picked up the whip, and with a
glance at me for permission, she began whipping Girl's ass and back.
Girl moaned in pain and pleasure.  After a few strokes, Cat flipped
Girl onto her back.  She continued whipping her front, including
Girl's abused nipples.  Finally, she put down the whip.  Girl
cooperated as Cat spread her legs and got between them.  Cat slipped a
finger into Girl, and pressed a thumb against Girl's clit.  She smiled
at Girl as she moved her hand gently around.  Girl started breathing
faster as Cat slipped another finger in.
 
 Girl was getting closer, and I saw Cat slip her third, and then
fourth finger in.  Cat glanced up at Girl's face and asked, "Can you
take it?"
 
 I wasn't sure what she meant, but Girl apparently did, because she
nodded.  Then I watched as Cat pulled her hand out then pushed it back
in, this time with all five fingers.  Cat was a small woman, but her
hand looked too big to fit in Girl.  I was about to stop her when Girl
said, "I've been fisted before, sir.  I can take it."
 
 I had never heard of the term fisting, but its definition was
illustrated to me as Cat managed to get her whole hand into Girl's
cunt.  Girl was moaning and puffing, and I was surprised when she
started yelling that she was cumming.  Her back arched, shoving Cat's
fist even more deeply into her, and she stayed rigid for almost thirty
seconds.  Then she dropped back onto the bed, gasping as Cat's fist
was pulled partially out.  As Girl relaxed, Cat worked her hand out of
her cunt.
 
 When she was done, Cat turned to me and said, "I won!"
 
 I agreed, and the two of us hogtied an unresisting Girl and bound her
to the foot of the bed.  I then cleaned up the bed, turned off the
lights and pulled Cat next to me.  We all quickly fell asleep.
 
 +++++
 
 The rest of the weekend, while not uneventful, was not nearly as wild
as Friday.  I was a bit worn out, but I still had fun with Cat, and
she had fun with me.  She took advantage of her young looks and
dressed up as a little girl, with pigtails and everything.  When I
removed her panties, I discovered that she had shaved herself bare,
making her look even younger.
 
 I also watched her and Girl go at it again, this time with Cat
wearing the strap-on and Girl tied to the bed.  For a finale, I
participated in my first DP.  First, Cat sucked my cock while Girl
pounded her from behind, then Cat climbed onto my cock as Girl slipped
the dildo up her ass.  It was interesting to feel it pressing against
my cock, through Cat's cunt walls, but I think that Cat enjoyed it
best of the three of us.
 
 When Cat was leaving, she thanked my parents for the reward, then
thanked me for a lovely weekend.  "I hope that we can do it again one
time, and anytime you want a date, I'd be happy to go out with you."
She kissed me lightly and went back to her apartment.
 
 My parents had their arms around each other's waists as they looked
happily at me as I went to bed, exhausted.
 


Chapter Ten: Gemma



 Friday night, my mother was once again driving me to a girl's house,
but this time it was Gemma's.  As we got closer, my mother glanced
over at me and asked, "Are you nervous?"
 
 "I guess I am," I replied.
 
 "Despite all the practice that you got with Cat?" she asked.
 
 "Yes, because that was a safe situation.  This is different.  I have
to see Gemma every day!"
 
 "Just be yourself, and have a good time," Mom suggested.
 
 "OK," I said, and then we were at Gemma's house.  I got out of the
car and went up to knock on her door.
 
 When the door opened I said, "Good evening, Mrs. Roberts.  Is Gemma
 ready?"
 
 "Come in Jake, and I'll get her," she told me.  She walked to the
stairs and yelled up, "Gemma!  Jake is here."
 
 A couple of seconds later, Gemma came down.  She was wearing a pink
sun dress, and she looked cute as a button.  "Hi Gemma, are you ready
to go?" I asked.
 
 "Sure," she replied.  "See you later, Mom!"
 
 She followed me out the door, and I held the back door open so that
she could slide in.  Naked women were all over the place at my house,
and I got a woody seeing her dress pop up to her thighs as she slid
in.  Sigh.
 
 We chatted about school as Mom drove us to the movies.  When she got
there, I slid out and held the door for her.  I leaned in to say good
bye to my mother and she said, "Just be yourself!"
 
 I waved and off she went.  I reached out and offered my hand to
Gemma, and she blushed as she put her hand in mine.  We had discussed
the movie in school; it was an action/adventure flick that she was
into as well.  We got in line and I paid for the tickets.  She offered
to pay and I said, "I want this to be a date, so you may not pay."
 
 "OK," she said, and blushed again.
 
 We got candy and went into the theater to see the movie.  The show
was OK, not Oscar- worthy but fun.  Afterwards we walked over for
pizza, and I was thinking deja-vu.  While chatting with Katherine was
fun, Gemma was even easier to talk to.  She sat next to me, and every
now and then our thighs brushed together, sending tingles through me.
 
 When we were done, we walked back home.  It took a long time, and I
held her hand the entire time.
 
 "I had fun," I told her as we got close to her house.
 
 "I did, too," she said.
 
 We walked up to her porch and stopped before she went in.
 
 "Next week?" I asked.
 
 "OK," she replied.
 
 I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.  When I pulled back, she was
blushing, but she looked happy, so I leaned in again and kissed her
lightly on the lips.  I pulled back, smiled at her and said, "See you
Monday!" and wandered home, happily.
 
  +++++
  
 When I got home, Mom asked, "So, how was it?"
 
 "It was really good!" I said.  "We had a lot of fun.  We are going to
go out next week, too!"
 
 "That's good," Mom said.
 
 "I do have one question, though," I said.
 
 "Ask away," she replied.
 
 "How should I behave in school?" I asked.  "I've seen others who are
dating, and some couples are all over each other all the time.  It
seems like too much, but is that what Gemma would want?"
 
 Mom considered it, then said, "Well, that may not be appropriate.  On
the other hand, if you just ignore her, then she will think that she
has done something wrong, or that you are ashamed of being with her.
Use common sense.  You want to acknowledge that you are with her, make
sure that people know that you are dating, but don't go crazy.  Be
affectionate to her, but not over the top.  Most importantly, however,
is to make sure that you occasionally surprise her by doing something
nice."
 
 "What do you mean?" I asked.
 
 "If you surprise her, do something that she is not expecting, but
something that is nice, then she will feel that you really like her.
It could be a simple thing, like when you are walking down the street,
stop and run your hand down her neck and tell her that she is pretty,
or if you know that she is running late one day and missed breakfast,
bring her a little something to eat before school.  Just things to let
her know that you are thinking about her, that you care about her."
 
 I thought about that, and it made a lot of sense.  "Wow, who would
have thought that I would get great dating advice from my mom!" I
said.
 
 "Why not?  Who better to know what a woman wants than a woman?" she
 asked.
 
 She gave me a little kiss on my nose and asked, "How did you end the
 night?"
 
 "I gave her a little kiss on the cheek, and she seemed to like it, so
I gave her a little kiss on the lips as well.  Then I told her I'd see
her Monday and I left."
 
 "Should I send Girl to your room then?" she asked with a smile.
 
 "Not tonight," I said.  "I think I just want to enjoy this feeling."
 
 "I'm proud of you," she said, and she grabbed me in a tight hug.
"You're getting so mature," she whispered in my ear.
 
 We held the hug for a minute, and I realized that her body pressing
against mine felt very good.  I whispered, "If I don't let go of you
soon, I'm going to have to change my mind."
 
 "Oh you!" she exclaimed, pushing me away with a laugh.
 
 "Maybe it shouldn't be Girl that I ring for," I smiled at her.
 
 "You are incorrigible!" she said.  "Now go to bed!"
 
 "Yes, Mother," I replied, and I followed her instructions.
 
 I laid in my bed, thinking about the date, and I fell asleep with a
 smile on my face.
 
  +++++
  
 I called Gemma on Sunday to let her know once again that I had a nice
time.  Monday morning, I waited at the door to the school for Gemma.
When she arrived, I gave her a little hug and grabbed her hand,
walking her to her locker.  At lunch, we sat together with our
friends, who gave us a hard time about being a new couple.  Gemma was
blushing, but I just sat there with a happy knowing smile on my face.
 
 I took Mom's advice, and made sure that Gemma knew that I liked being
with her, while at the same time I was not all over her.  And every
now and then, I made sure to surprise her, with a note, or a little
present, or a flower I had picked.
 
 Over the next few weeks, we continued to date.  Our good night kisses
became progressively hotter.  She was the one that first introduced
her tongue into my mouth, though a few weeks later it was me that
cupped her breast in my hand while we were kissing in the park around
the corner from her house.  My resolve to avoid using Girl after my
dates went out the window after that night.
 
   One day we were hanging out at my house, lounging by the pool.  I
was enjoying swimming and playing with her, especially considering the
skimpy bikini that she was wearing.  We had just dried each other off
when she said, "I left my bag in your room, and I want to show you
something." She grabbed my hand and dragged me to my room.
 
 When we got there, I walked over and picked up her bag.  I turned to
her and said, "What did you want to show me?"
 
 "This," she answered as she slipped off her bikini top.
 
 I dropped her bag and stared at her.  She had perfect tits.  Not
huge, but they fit her body perfectly, and were so tight and firm!
The tips of the nipples were light pink and erect, pointed right at
me.  She walked, no, she stalked right up to me and I groaned as she
pushed me onto my bed.  She straddled my lap and ground her crotch
into mine as she pressed her nipples into my bare chest.  Her mouth
attacked mine, and I was soon cupping one of those fabulous breasts in
my hand.
 
 We went at it hot and heavy for a while, and then she rolled off of
me, moving her head down to my chest.  I squirmed as she took my
sensitive nipple into her mouth, and then gasped as she slipped a hand
under the waistband of my shorts and grabbed my cock.
 
 She looked up at me and said, "Take them off!"
 
 I managed to push down my shorts while she retained a firm grip on my
rod.  She moved down to examine it for the first time.  She ran her
fingers all around it and jerked it up and down.
 
 "You're very good at that," I gasped.
 
 "I have an internet connection," she said.  "I've seen movies before.
But I've never played with one."
 
 "Feel free to play as much as you like," I told her.
 
  She complied, and was jacking me off really well.  I groaned as she
swiped the tip with her tongue.  I was getting to the edge quickly, so
I warned her that I was going to cum.  She got onto her hands and
knees near my hip, watching intently as my balls pulled in and I
moaned as my cock shot its load.
 
 I squirted over my stomach, and a stray pull on my cock caused some
to shoot on her chest as well.  After a minute, I relaxed onto the bed
and Gemma put her head onto my chest, watching my cock shrink as she
played with the puddle of cum on my stomach.
 
 "Does it taste good?" she asked.
 
 "I don't know," I replied.  "I've never tasted it."
 
 She looked up at me and said, "I'll taste it if you will."
 
 I thought about it, and figured that enough women seemed to like it.
"OK," I agreed, "but I want it from there." I was pointing to her
breast, where one spurt had landed.  She smiled and knelt by my head,
offering me her breast.  I first ran my tongue over her nipple, then I
continued up to where the cum had splashed.
 
 "How is it?" she asked.
 
 "Well, it's not going to be my favorite food, but I've tasted worse,"
I told her honestly.  Then I grabbed her other nipple into my mouth
and sucked.
 
 "Hey, that wasn't the deal," she complained.
 
 "Want me to stop?" I asked.
 
 "Not really," she replied, pulling away, "but it's my turn to taste."
She leaned over my belly and ran a finger through my cum and held it
up, looking at it.  Then she looked at me, but instead of tasting her
finger, she leaned over and ran her tongue through the puddle on my
stomach.
 
 "Interesting," she said, "Though I'd agree with you.  It's not my
 favorite food."
 
 "I've been told that it's better directly from the source," I said
 with a smile.
 
 "Oh, you!" she exclaimed.  "You're just trying to get your cock into
the mouth of an innocent girl!"
 
 "Guilty!" I said.
 
 Then she surprised me by leaning over and sucking my entire shrunken
cock into her mouth.  I took a quick breath, and when she removed her
mouth from my cock, it was not quite as shrunken.
 
 "Satisfied?" she asked.
 
 "Not nearly!" I said as I grabbed her and rolled her onto her back.
 
 She shrieked and went "Ewww!" as I pressed my slimy stomach onto
hers.  I kissed her deeply, then moved down to suck her nipples into
my mouth.  Her breathing got much heavier as I worked her over.  Then
I moved further down her body, until I was lying between her legs.
 
 I looked up and saw her watching me, and I could see that she was
holding her breath as I slowly began lowering her bikini bottoms.  I
slid down her body, pulling them off, until I was standing next to the
bed, looking down at her naked body.  She looked at my body as well,
and she closed her legs as she realized that I was standing there with
my cock in the full upright and locked position.  She looked nervous,
and I realized that she thought I was getting ready to fuck her.  I
leaned down and pulled my shorts back on.
 
 "What are you doing?" she asked.
 
 "We're not ready to go all the way, and I don't want you to be
nervous," I told her.  "Besides, with you looking as sexy as you are,
I want to make sure that there is something in the way if I lose
control." I was telling the truth, but I could see that she was
pleased with the fact that I thought that I could lose control around
her.
 
 I crawled back onto the bed, and she didn't resist as I spread her
legs.  I lay down between her legs and looked up at her.  She raised
her head so that she could see what I was doing.  Her pussy was a
tight line, though I could see it engorged a little.  I pried her open
and looked at her pink inner lips.  They looked, I don't know, fresh.
Clean.  Beautiful.  She may have had some trepidation about licking me
at the beginning, but I had no such qualms.  I ran my tongue from the
bottom to the top of her crack, and she arched her back from the bed
as she groaned.
 
 "What are you doing to me?" she breathed.
 
 "I thought you said that you had an internet connection?"
 
 "I do, but it can't really feel that good!" she said.
 
 "Oh, just wait!" I said with a smile, and I really went to work.  I
thought she tasted amazing, and I let her know it through my actions.
I sucked and licked and nibbled and in far too short a time she had
her ass in the air and she was screaming in orgasm.  I kept sucking
until she pushed my head away, complaining that it was too much.
 
 I crawled up her body until my hard, shorts covered crotch ground
against her wet, bare one.
 
 I looked her in the eye and asked with a smile, "Was it good for
 you?"
 
 "Oh, yeah!" she said, and she grabbed my head and gave me a kiss.
Just seconds into the kiss she pushed my head away and said, "Ewwww!"
 
 "What?" I asked.
 
 "I don't like the taste on your mouth!" she said.
 
 "Sorry," I said.  "I guess you're lucky that it's my favorite taste
 in the world!"
 
 I got up and went into my bathroom to wash my face off.  When I got
back, I stood there looking at her.  She looked drained, and her
fingers were playing in the small tuft of light blonde hair over her
pussy.
 
 She saw me standing there and beckoned me over.  I climbed on top of
her again, and this time she was more forthcoming as we swapped spit
for a while.
 
 "You are definitely going to have to do that to me again!" she said.
 
 I smiled and started down her body, but she stopped me, saying, "Not
 now!"
 
 We lay together for a few minutes before we stood and got dressed, or
rather, she got dressed, and I changed my shorts, which had a big wet
stain on the front of them.  I walked her home, and when I kissed her
good bye, she slipped something in my pocket.
 
 "What's that?" I asked.
 
 "It's my panties," she said.  "When I cleaned up, I was so wet that I
used it to wipe myself off.  Since you liked the taste so much, I
thought you might like it."
 
 "You are amazing," I said, giving her another kiss.  "But you should
know, when these become less ... flavorful, I'm going to expect a
replacement!"
 
  +++++
  
 The next morning at breakfast, my mother asked, "Did you have a nice
time with Gemma yesterday?"
 
 "Yup!" I said happily.
 
 "She looked nice in that bikini," she observed.
 
 "I thought so," I replied.
 
 "I would have thought that after seeing her like that all day, you
would have really put Girl through her paces, but she didn't sleep in
your room last night."
 
 I must have looked guilty, because she continued, "Or perhaps, your
needs were otherwise met?"
 
 When I didn't respond, she asked, "Have you slept with her?"
 
 "No, but we did relieve each other," I said.
 
 "How?" she asked.
 
 "Mom!" I complained.
 
 "Jake, you have seen your father fucking me, I think we can talk
about this," she said.  Then she stood and dropped her dress, leaving
herself naked.  "Does that help?  Can you talk to me now?"
 
 "I'll talk to you, but I'm not sure if that is better or worse!" I
told her.  Nevertheless, I told her, "She jerked me off, then I ate
her."
 
 "That doesn't seem fair," she said with a smile.
 
 "I was satisfied with it," I replied.
 
 "Are you going to have sex soon?" she asked.
 
 "Probably, at some point," I said.
 
 "Well, keep something else in mind.  You may have done this before,
quite a bit, but if Gemma is a virgin, then the first time will most
likely be very important to her.  Make sure that if you are doing it
to her, there is some feeling there, and make it good for her.  Do you
understand?"
 
 "Yes, Mom," I said.
 
 "Don't 'Yes, Mom,' me!  Think about what I said.  Really think about
 it!"
 
 "I will, Mom," I replied.
 
 "OK," She said.
 
 +++++
 
 The whole rest of the week, I was thinking about what Mom had told
me.  It affected me more than I had expected.  Gemma complained that I
was pulling away from her, and in some respects, I was.  I was
thinking about Gemma, and what she meant to me.  I liked Gemma, I
liked her a lot.  But I also knew that I did not want to be dating one
girl all through high school.  Probably reasonably petty of me, but I
wanted to see what many girls were like.  And if that were the case,
would it be fair to take Gemma's virginity?
 
 We went out the next weekend, and Gemma invited me over to her house,
where I discovered that her parents were not home.  She pulled me into
her room, and soon we were both naked.  This time, she was not shy
with her mouth, and we were soon locked into a 69.  I have to admit,
her pussy was the sweetest that I'd ever seen, though my experience
was not huge.  I was distracted by my task, and I was still hard after
Gemma came on my face.  She swung around, and put her face near mine.
She was about to kiss me when she realized what the liquid all over my
face was.  She came close and sniffed it, but still wouldn't kiss me,
however she was rubbing her pussy mound over my cock.
 
 "Want to do it?" she asked me nervously.
 
 I glanced at the clock, and said, "What time are your parents coming
 home?"
 
 I knew what my answer was, but I didn't want to say why.  Luckily,
when she told me that they wouldn't be home for an hour, I was able to
say, "I don't want our first time to be rushed.  But I'd be happy to
please you in other ways!"
 
 "Me first!" she said, and she slithered down my body and took my cock
in her mouth.  It wasn't the best blow job I'd ever gotten, but seeing
her sweet face around my cock made it certain that I would not last
long.  Soon I was warning her that I was cumming, and she pulled her
mouth off of me, but continued jerking my cock with the tip pointed to
her open mouth.  The sight caused me to cum harder than expected, and
I got her cheek and neck before she managed to reposition me so that I
was cumming directly into her mouth.  She closed her mouth to swallow,
getting another spurt on her lips, then sucked the tip into her mouth
to finish me off.
 
 I collapsed back onto the bed, but she said, "None of that.  We don't
have a lot of time, and I was promised more!"
 
 I rolled over and moved my face to hers.  With no regard to what was
on either of our faces, I gave her a deep kiss.
 
 "I had your cum all over my face!" she said.
 
 "I had your cum all over mine," I countered.
 
 "I know!" she said, wiping her mouth.
 
 "So a threesome with a sexy girl is out, huh?" I asked.
 
 "Stop worrying about threesomes and get busy with this twosome!" she
said, pushing me down her body.
 
 I knelt at the side of the bed and pulled her legs over my shoulder.
The pressure was off of me, so I took my time, using my tongue, lips
and fingers to work her up to the edge over and over again.  When I
realized that time was getting short, I started sucking on her clit
while rubbing my fingers on the top of her cunt, and she was soon
arching off the bed, shoving her pussy into my face.
 
 When she was done, I moved her legs onto the bed and went to the
bathroom to wash off my face.  As I was coming back in, I heard the
front door open.  I ran back to Gemma's room and said, "Your parents
are home!  I'm going to sneak out so they don't know I was here.
You'd better get cleaned up and out of the room; it smells like you
had sex!"
 
 "OK!" she said, starting to move, and then grabbed me for a kiss.  I
did manage to sneak out without her parents seeing me.
 
 +++++
 
 All week long I was thinking about Gemma and I, and I realized what I
needed to do, despite how much I didn't want to.  I asked he to go for
a walk one evening, and we went to a secluded part of the park.
 
 "Listen Gemma, we need to talk," I said.
 
 "About what?" she asked, running her hand up my arm.
 
 I sat her in front of me and said, "Gemma, I think we need to break
 up."
 
 "What?" she asked in shock.  "Why would we need to do that?"
 
 "I think we're moving too far, too fast.  You're ready to lose your
virginity, but I'm not ready to do that to you," I explained.
 
 "Why not?" she asked.  "What's wrong?" Her tears were already
 beginning.
 
 "Look, Gemma, losing your virginity is important, and you should do
it with someone you love, someone who will be with you.  I know I must
sound like a complete asshole, but I know that I want to date other
people in high school, and I don't want to be just a temporary
boyfriend that takes your virginity and dumps you.  You should wait
until its right."
 
 "So you got what you wanted from me, got to see my naked body, got to
play with it, and that's enough?" she yelled.
 
 "It's not like that, and you know it," I told her.  "I could have led
you on, fucked you and then dumped you, but I didn't want that.  I
care about you.  I want to remain friends with you, but I can't date
you forever."
 
 "You are an asshole, and you can forget ever being my friend!" and
 she stomped away.
 
 I knew that it probably wouldn't go well, but it still hurt.  I
wandered back home and dropped into bed.
 
 +++++
 
 The next morning at school was awkward.  I approached her to see if
things were OK, but she just told me to leave her alone.  I did,
though since our friends were the same, we ended up together quite a
bit.  It was a tad polarizing between our friends, but most of them
tried to stay out of the middle.  I wouldn't talk about what happened.
It was my philosophy that what happens between two people is not for
others' consumption.  However she did talk to some of our friends, and
they were not happy with me, though I am not sure how much she told
them.
 
 Nevertheless, things went on like that for a few weeks.  After the
first few days the anger in Gemma faded, but the sadness was still
there.  She spent a lot of time leaning on her friends, but I spent my
time alone in my room.  I kept making small overtures to her, but she
rejected all of them.  Then, about a week after that, Gemma approached
me at lunch in school and said, "I want to talk to you.  Can you come
over after school?"
 
 "OK," I said.  I was nervous about what she wanted.
 
 After school, I got to Gemma's house, and I noticed that once again
we were alone.  My nervousness increased.  We went into her living
room and she asked me if I wanted a drink.  When she brought me the
Coke that I requested, she sat down across from me and just looked at
me.
 
 "You wanted to talk to me about something?" I asked.
 
 She nodded and said, "I'm still pissed at you, and I'm hurt by what
 you did."
 
 I started to reply, but she told me to be quiet.
 
 "I thought about what you said, and some of it made sense, though I
don't know why you are writing me off just because you think there may
be other people out there that you might want to date."
 
 Again, I started to reply and she talked over me.
 
 "I don't care what you have to say.  I'm sure that you have your
reasons, and you think that they are perfectly valid.  I don't agree,
but that won't fix this." She took a deep breath and sighed.
"Regardless of that, and notwithstanding this bone-headed move of
yours, I do still like you.  And I think that I still want to be
friends with you.  Not talking with you the last few weeks has been a
lot harder than not dating you."
 
 She sighed again, the looked up at me and said, "I guess what I'm
saying is that I do still want to be friends with you."
 
 "That's great," I said happily.  "I really want to be friends with
you, and I hated what happened!"
 
 She held her arms open and I went to her and gave her a big hug.
Then she pushed me away and said, "There's more, though."
 
 I sat back down, my nerves rising again.  "What?"
 
 "You were right; I should lose my virginity to someone who will be
there for me long term, someone I love.  But what did you think would
happen after you showed me how good it would be to be eaten the way
you did?"
 
 "What do you mean?" I asked, oblivious to her point.
 
 "I mean, before we started dating I had played with myself, but I
never came like you made me cum.  Now what am I supposed to do?  I
want to feel the same way again!  Should I go out and find any clown
willing to go down on me?  Jump the next guy that asks me out?  What
should I do?"
 
 I didn't know how to respond.  I hadn't thought about that.  I didn't
like the thought of her going with a jerk just to get relief.  "You're
right," I said.  "I never thought of that.  I'm so sorry."
 
 "Well, you want me back as a friend, it's going to come with a
 price," she told me.
 
 "What do you mean?" I asked.
 
 "You may not want to date me anymore, and that's fine.  But when I
get so horny that I can't take it, I want your services."
 
 "My services?" I asked in surprise.  She couldn't be asking what I
thought that she was asking.
 
 She leaned forward and said, "That's right, buster, your services.  I
want your tongue at my disposal when I need it.  You already told me
that you would be dating around, so there won't be anyone serious in
your life.  Therefore, you shouldn't object to having to be with me.
The thought doesn't disgust you, does it?"
 
 "No!  On the contrary.  But are you sure about this?"
 
 "Yup," she said.  Then she stood up and came over to me.  "Friends?"
she asked.  I stood up and hugged her again.  Then she kissed my cheek
and said, "Be ready when I ask," and she showed me the door.
 
 Sure enough, about a week later she insisted I come to her house
after school.  She dragged me to her bedroom where she pulled her
clothes off and laid down on her bed.  She wouldn't let me undress,
and she didn't do anything to me, but she let me spend almost an hour
pleasuring her through multiple orgasms.  When she was done, she
surprised me by pulling me into a deep kiss, despite the juices on my
face.
 
 "Thanks, that was fun.  Shut my door on your way out." I shook my
head, feeling both used and amused.  I looked over at her as I was
walking out her door, and she was already falling asleep. I thought
about it as I was walking home, and I was sure that if it was anyone
else just using me like that, I might not put up with it, but Gemma
was different. First of all, she was one of my best friends, and
second of all, I felt that I had been unfair to her, and this was a
reasonable penance. Of course, eating a gorgeous girl out on a regular
basis wasn't that harsh a penance, and it was not like I'd end up too
frustrated.
 
 I went home and grabbed Girl, giving her a long pounding, thinking
that this new relationship with Gemma wasn't all that bad.
 
 Every about 2-4 weeks she would insist that I come to service her.
Most times, it was just her, though occasionally she would want to
suck my cock.  All in all, not a bad relationship.
 


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As I've always said, a good editor is critical, and I've had a few
people helping me out with this story. I'd like to thank, as should
you, BanditIRA, SkyRat and etoymaker. The story would have been far
more distracting to read had they not fixed the myriad of errors that
I put in.

And last, but not least, I'd like to thank all the people who sent me
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keep me posting my stories for all to read, and they give me such
delicious ideas for new stories. Thanks to all of you!

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