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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 Twenty-Nine: Kari's Prom



 The remainder of the school year continued in much the same fashion.
I continued seeing my 'girls'.  In fact, the seniors seemed to take
quite a bit of delight in introducing me to the juniors that they felt
would be appropriate members of Jake's Girls.  They seemed intent on
making sure that I had an appropriate harem for the next year.  It
surprised me that so many of these popular girls were willing to do
what it took to be one of Jake's Girls.
 
 As the end of the school year approached, I began to get quite sad.
I realized that all the seniors that I had come to like so well would
soon be graduating and going off to other places where I might not
ever see them again.  I made sure to spend some quality time with each
of them, doing activities that they enjoyed, so that I could imprint
them in my mind, and so that they would have fond memories of me.
 
 Kari would also be graduating, but she chose to stay at home and go
to the local community college.  I was quite put out with her, because
she was extremely smart and could go nearly anywhere she wanted, but
she insisted that her place was with me.  For all that she claimed to
be my slave, for all the punishments that I gave her, I could not
convince her to do otherwise.  I talked to her mother, and I talked to
my parents, and they all talked to her, but in the end, they told me
that it would be useless to try and change her mind.
 
 For senior prom, Kari invited me to go as her date.  I got my black
tuxedo, rented the limo, and went to get her.  When I arrived at her
house, Helen was sitting there with a smirk on her face.  Cheri was,
of course, nude.  She told me that Karen would be down in a minute.
Some women like keeping their dates waiting, but Kari did not.  Less
than a minute after I arrived, Kari came down the stairs.  I guess
that she wanted to make an entrance, and boy did she!
 
 As with Gemma before her, Kari was unveiled as she walked down the
steps.  She was wearing white sandals, with straps that went up
further than I could see. Her dress was white as well, and leather.
It was nearly floor length, however it was two distinct pieces, a
front and a back.  There were white grommets all along the sides and
tops of each piece.  A thin white leather strap was wrapped through
the grommets on her waist, connecting the two pieces over her hips and
then coming down her side to about mid-thigh.
 
   The top was a separate piece, white leather again, a diamond shape
attached to straps wrapping around her neck, then widening to cover
her breasts.  Just below her breasts the fabric came together again,
baring the sides of her stomach.  The top ended in a point right over
her navel, with grommets on either side of the point.  Another white
leather strap wrapped through those grommets and connected to the ones
on her waist.
 
 She had left her hair down, and her blonde locks played around her
shoulders as she walked down the stairs.  When she reached the bottom
of the stairs, she stopped and turned, showing me that her back was
completely bare from the neck to just above the crack of her ass.  She
was, without a doubt, the sexiest sight that I had ever seen.
 
 "You can close your mouth now, Jake," Helen said from the couch.  But
she was wrong, I couldn't.  My mouth was dry and my brain had ceased
to function.
 
 "Do you like it?" she asked.
 
 "Where on earth did you get a dress like that?" I managed to stammer.
 
 "I designed it myself, and mom has a friend that sews who made it,"
 she told me.
 
 "A friend who sews?" I asked.  "I would think that you would need a
 leather smith."
 
 "Well, she's quite versatile," Kari said.
 
 I shook my head and Cheri asked, "Would it be OK if I took your
 pictures?"
 
 "Absolutely!" I exclaimed.  "I want to remember this for the rest of
 my life!"
 
 Cheri took quite a few pictures, then Helen told Cheri, "Let me get
some with you in the picture."
 
 "But ..." Cheri began, but Helen said, "No buts, except yours in the
picture." Then she swatted Cheri's for emphasis and took the camera
from her hand.  Cheri looked at me helplessly, but I liked the idea.
I had Cheri stand between us for a few pictures, then I escorted Kari
out to the car.
 
 When we arrived at the prom, we made quite an entrance, as you might
imagine.  I mean, I think I was the only sophomore in attendance, but
it was definitely not me that people were looking at.  For the most
part, Karen did not stand out.  She didn't dress frumpily, but she
didn't dress all that sexily either.  That had changed, to some extent
during this year, as I forced her to wear more revealing clothes, but
I wasn't too hard on her in school, leaving the most risquĂ(C) outfits
for our jaunts elsewhere.
 
 As I looked around, I realized that Kari's dress was not only the
sexiest, but it was the most distinctive.  The majority of the other
dresses were standard prom dresses or evening gowns.  You would have
thought that some of the more popular girls would be pissed that she
showed them up, but quite a few of them were JGs, and they simply
gushed over the outfit.
 
 After the chaos of the entrance calmed down a bit, we found a table
and I got Kari a drink.  We got up on the dance floor and danced a few
songs, then went to sit with some of her friends.  A couple of boys
came up and asked her to dance, but she demurred.  She wouldn't let me
do the same when some of the girls asked me.  For a good part of the
rest of the evening, I was passed around from girl to girl.  Many were
JGs, but certainly not all.
 
 It wasn't quite good bye, but it felt like that in some ways.  As the
evening was starting to come to an end, Kari said, "I need to go to
the bathroom, but will you stay here and then dance with me when I
come back?"
 
 "Sure," I promised.
 
 Maggie kept me company while Kari left with Sandy, who decided to
join her.  My back was to the restroom, but I turned around when I
heard a gasp and saw Maggie's eyes go wide.  Strutting into the room
in her white leather outfit was Kari, but she had made some
modifications to her outfit.  First, she had shortened the straps so
that the dress was now held together at the hips, but the rest of the
grommets down the side were empty.  She had also done something with
the front of the skirt, so that it now mirrored the top.  From the
waist, it now went down in an inverted V, covering her pussy, but
exposing the JG tattoo and the upper part of her thighs.  As she
walked, the skirt gapped, threatening to expose her with every swish.
It was quite clear that she wore no underwear.
 
 "May I have this dance?" she asked when she reached me.  She must
have bribed the band, because they switched to a slow song.  She
molded herself to my body and we danced through the song.  We were the
center of attention, and I could see one of the chaperons frowning at
us, though she clearly had not seen Kari's modifications, or she would
have done more than frowned.
 
 After two slow dances, the band went into a salsa.  My parents had
encouraged me to take dance lessons, so I knew how to dance, and Kari
had clearly learned somewhere.  I'm betting she had bribed the band
for this as well.  Kari moved fluidly, and her hips, exposed by her
skirt, moved up and down sexily.  When I spun her, she put quite a
motion into that, her skirt flying around her.  At that point, the
chaperon came over and strongly encouraged us to leave.
 
 It was time anyway, so we went to the table for Kari's purse (white
leather, of course), and said our good byes.  There were quite a few
boys that stopped us to bid farewell, though most were probably hoping
for another peek.  Some of our friends walked out with us, and though
many were going to after-parties, Kari had made other arrangements for
the rest of the evening.
 
 We got into the limo, and I couldn't keep my hands to myself.  I was
so caught up in making out with Kari that I didn't notice our
destination.  When the car stopped, I looked up and realized that I
was at my house.
 
 "I thought you said that you had made arrangements for the rest of
 the night," I said.
 
 "I did," she replied.
 
 The driver opened the door, and he definitely got a look up Kari's
skirt; I was behind her and I saw everything that she had.  I followed
her out and thanked the driver, then followed Kari to the door.  She
knocked, and Girl opened the door.
 
 "Welcome home, Master," she said.  "Welcome, Miss.  I have everything
 set up."
 
 I was very confused, but I followed Girl as she led us to the
 dungeon.
 
 When we arrived, Kari dropped to her knees in front of me and said,
"I would like to request a graduation present, Jake."
 
 "What do you want, Kari?" I asked.
 
 "I want the night in here, with you using and abusing me," she said.
"I want to leave tomorrow with marks all over my body.  I want to go
to graduation next week with the marks still there, with my body still
sore.  Will you do that for me?"
 
 I looked over at Girl, and Kari said, "I've asked that Girl be
available to assist you in any way that she can."
 
 "Who did you ask?" I questioned.
 
 "Your father," she replied.
 
 "So they know about this?" I asked.
 
 "Yes.  Your father said that if you run into any problems you should
 go and get him."
 
 "What kind of problems?" I asked.
 
 "If you damage me too much," she replied.
 
 "How hard do you want things?" I asked.
 
 "Hard.  Harder than you've ever done it.  I just ask that you not
mark my face and neck, so that I don't embarrass you when I go out in
public."
 
 "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked.
 
 She nodded emphatically.
 
 I sighed and did as she asked. I strung her up and started in on her
body. Shortly after I began, I went to get my father, and I had him
show me where to use the whips, and what spots to avoid. He
demonstrated how to use the various implements to bruise, or to just
break the skin. He showed me some of the advanced devices that I had
not used before.  And after a few hours, I laid Kari down on a
mattress, and despite her protestations, I made slow, tender love to
her, before carrying her up to my bed.
 
 +++++
 
 Graduation day was bittersweet for me.  While I was happy that so
many of my friends were going on to better things, I would miss them.
Some of them would be staying locally, others would be at least
staying the summer, but a few of them would be gone within the week.
There would be breaks for them to come home, but I was sure many would
drift away.
 
 Kari went to graduation in the typical black robe, though she wore
nothing underneath it.  Her only items of clothing besides the robe
were the white shoes she wore to prom, laced up to her thighs.
 
 After graduation was a lot of tearful good-byes, though for those
staying in town, I offered to have them over to my pool frequently.
Sandy invited me to a graduation party at her house the next night,
and she told me, with a leering grin, to plan on spending the whole
night with her.
 
 It had been a very interesting year, one that had changed my life,
though I wouldn't realize quite how much for years to come.
 


Chapter Thirty: The JG Party



 The night after graduation Kari came by to drive me to the party.
When we arrived at Sandy's house, I heard the music playing in her
back room, and lots of giggling.  We walked through to where the party
was, and as we entered the room, I realized that I was the only guy
there.
 
 Sandy noticed me and yelled, "It's our guest of honor!"
 
 Another look around and I realized that all the girls present were
official JGs.  In fact, every single one of the JGs were there.
 
 "Welcome to the first annual JG party!" Sarah yelled.  Then all the
girls swamped me and I was kissed and groped soundly by a half dozen
girls.
 
 Someone gave me a soda and I mingled for about an hour, talking to as
many of them as I could.  There was alcohol available, and some of the
girls were imbibing quite a bit, but I wanted to stay completely sober
for this.
 
 About an hour after I arrived, the music went off and Sandy stood on
a coffee table and called for everyone's attention.  "I want to thank
everyone for coming to our first official JG get-together.  We all
know why we're here.  Each and every one of us has had some delicious
times with our good friend Jake here.  Some of us learned very
enlightening things about ourselves, thanks to Jake."
 
 There was much hooting and shouting at that.
 
 "Tonight may be the last night that we are all together, and we are
going to celebrate!  Jake, do you have anything to say?"
 
 "Speech!  Speech!" the girls all chanted.
 
 I took Sandy's place on the table, and looked around.  Some of the
girl's laughed as I struggled to figure out what to say.
 
 "I can't believe that I'm here.  I can't believe the year I've had.
I look around and see all you wonderful, wonderful women, each of you
beautiful and special in your own way, and I have to pinch myself to
remind me that I'm not dreaming." Someone goosed me from behind and I
jumped, causing all of them to laugh.
 
 "I really don't understand how all this has happened.  I don't know
why you all would be willing to share me, let alone why you consider
yourselves 'Jake's Girls'!  Each of you means something so very
special to me, and I will never forget a single one of you.  I love
all of you, and I thank you for sharing yourselves with me."
 
 My eyes were tearing as I stepped down, and as I was mobbed for hugs,
I saw some tears in other eyes as well.
 
 Sandy got back onto the table and yelled for attention.  "OK,
everyone, get ready for the festivities to begin!" That brought a
cheer from everyone, and confusion from me; I thought the festivities
were well underway.
 
 Sandy jumped down and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the room.
She dragged me into what looked like a guest bedroom and closed the
door behind us.  She jumped into my arms and shoved her tongue into my
mouth.  After a brief, but deeply passionate kiss, she pulled back and
started undressing me.
 
 "Ummm, there are a lot of people out there," I observed.
 
 "They know what I'm doing," she said as she pulled my pants and
underwear down.  "Well maybe not everything I'm doing," she said,
sucking my cock deep into her mouth, "but every one of them would
probably do the same!" She gave the tip of my cock a kiss and then
pushed me down on the bed so she could remove my pants.
 
 When I was completely nude she kissed me again and gathered up my
clothes.  She took them to the door and said, "There's a change of
clothes for you in the top drawer of the dresser.  Someone will be by
to get you shortly." Then she walked out.  I lay on the bed, bemused
by this turn of events.  I went to the dresser, and in the drawer was
a pair of white silk pajamas.  I pulled them on, though they were
tented by my hard cock.
 
 When I was done, I sat on the bed, wondering what was going on out
there.  My head was buzzing a little, and as I looked around the room,
I noticed that there colors seemed a little off.  It was weird,
because I had not been drinking alcohol.
 
 It was about five minutes later when the door opened and Sarah walked
in, and she was a vision.  She had been drinking, and her face had a
reddish glow.  Her curly red hair was swinging wildly.  She was
wearing a baby doll so sheer that I could nearly count the freckles on
her chest; her light pink nipples were clearly hard.  Her only other
item of clothing was a tiny white silk pair of panties.  I could even
see some little wisps of orange hair peeking around the edges.  "Are
you ready?" she giggled.
 
 "For what?" I asked.
 
 "You'll see!" she said, taking my hand and pulling me after her.  I
could see that the panties were thongs.  I had always loved her ass!
She took me into the den, and there, lying around on the couches and
the floors were the JGs, all dressed identically to Sarah.
 
 Sarah pushed me down onto the couch between Maggie and Jenna, both of
whom snuggled right up to me.  Sarah sat down on the floor nearby, and
Sandy stood up.  "I'm sure you're all wondering why I called you here
today," Sandy began to laughter.
 
 "Seriously Jake, each of us has gotten something very special from
our relationship with you, and we all want you to remember us, so for
the first event of the evening, we have a gift to present to you."
 
 She sat on the floor and grabbed the remote control, turning on the
TV.  What appeared was the opening screen of a DVD.  On the top it
said, "Jake's Girls".  Under that was a picture taken outside of all
the girls in this room.  Under that, it said "Year 1".
 
 Sandy clicked the picture, and a slide show began.  There were at
least four or five pictures of every girl, as well as pictures of some
of them together.  I realized that this would let me remember all of
them always!  It was a lovely gift!  When the slide show was over, the
main menu came back on.
 
 "Did you like that?" asked Sandy.
 
 "Very much!" I said.
 
 "Well, tell me what you think of this then," she said.
 
 She moved the selection down to "Year 1" and did something with the
remote, and another slide show began.  This was similar to the
previous slide show, in that each girl had a number of poses, and some
pictures had more than one girl.  In this picture series, however, all
the girls were wearing sexy lingerie!  As the pictures scrolled
through, Jenna slipped her hand under my waistband and started
caressing my cock.  It was hard to begin with, but her fingers got me
rock hard!
 
 As the show came to an end, Jenna slipped her hand out of my pants.
This time, the menu that it returned to had a picture posed just as
the main one, all the girls together outside, but this time they were
all wearing their lingerie.
 
 "Did you like those pictures?" Sandy asked rhetorically.
 
 "It sure looks like it!" Natalie observed, looking pointedly at my
crotch.  My dick was tenting my pants, a large wet spot appearing in
the silk over the tip of my cock.
 
 "Well, then tell me what you think of this one!" Sandy said.  She
pushed some buttons on the remote again, and the pictures started
scrolling again.  This time, the girls weren't wearing anything at
all!  Their faces never appeared in the pictures; either they were off
screen, or they were turned away or covered with hair.  This time, it
was Maggie whose hand slipped into my pants, removing it just before
the end of the show.
 
   When the show ended, the new menu was all the girls standing
outside, nude, though none of their faces were visible here either.
Sandy clicked on the picture, and the menu went back to the original
clothed one.  She turned off the TV and retrieved the disk from the
DVD player.  She slipped it into a case and walked over and handed it
to me.  On the front was the picture from the main menu.
 
 I looked around the room again, and said, "Thank you all!  This is a
gift that I will treasure forever!"
 
 "Yeah, especially when you're alone at night with your hand!" Sarah
 yelled out.
 
 While they were all laughing, Kari said, "Yeah, like *he'd* ever be
alone at night!"  They all laughed even harder at that one.
 
 Sandy leaned over and kissed my cheek, whispering in my ear, "Later
I'll show you another secret, for your eyes only."
 
 Sandy then sat down in front of me and said, "Time for the next
portion of the evening: The JG Confessional!"
 
 Some of the girls started looking pretty nervous, so I asked, "What's
 that?"
 
 "Well, we were all talking, and we've decided that we would share the
fantasies that you've helped us achieve," she replied.
 
 I wasn't too sure about that.  "Are you sure?" I asked, looking
around at all of them.  "Some of those were pretty private, and I
don't want anyone being embarrassed."
 
 "Don't worry," Sandy said.  "If anyone wants to chicken out, we'll
all understand.  Some of us wanted to share, but we know that for
others it would be too private, so no one should feel bad if they
don't want to share; they can just share their favorite Jake moment,
at least one that they can talk about."
 
 "And who's going to start?"  I asked.
 
 "Sandy!" a bunch of the girls yelled.
 
  "Fine!" she said.  "I was the first to get my fantasy, so I'll go
first." I glanced over at Kari, because we knew that she was the
first.
 
 "The first time I was with him, after Jake gave me two of the best
orgasms that I ever had, we were lying there talking, and he mentioned
that he would have to spank someone.  I'd always had fantasies of
being spanked, so I practically begged him to spank me.  He did, and
between the spanking and what he was doing with his fingers, I came
again.
 
 "I had never let anyone go down on me, and I certainly never gave any
guy a blowjob, but when Jake left, he said that girls who give
blowjobs or get eaten were naughty and get spanked a lot."
 
 After saying that she leaned forward and pulled the pajamas down
under my balls and pushed her head down over my cock until her lips
touched my pubic hair.  She had taken my suggestion to heart, and
decided that girls who deep throat were even naughtier, so she
practiced every chance she got.
 
 She pulled her mouth up off my cock, kissing the tip before pulling
the pajamas back up.
 
 "You slut!" said Sarah.
 
 "Uh, huh.  I'm a naughty slut," she confirmed.
 
 "You should spank her, Jake," Maggie told me.
 
 "Yeah, spank the slut!" others agreed.
 
 I looked at Sandy questioningly, and she nodded slightly.
 
 "OK, you naughty girl, you know what to do," I said.
 
 Jenna and Maggie moved over for her, and she started draping herself
over my lap when I told her, "Uh, uh.  You know how you need to
present yourself." She looked at me questioningly, and I looked
pointedly at her panties.  She pulled them off and then positioned
herself on my lap.
 
 I rubbed my hand on her ass lightly for a bit, and there were a
number of gasps in the room as I quickly lifted my hand and smacked it
down, the crack reverberating throughout the room.  I ran my fingers
through her amazingly wet pussy lips.
 
 "What's better," I asked her in a whisper.  "The spanking, or doing
it front of everyone?"  She just groaned in response.  I had spanked
Sandy many times, so I knew what really got her going, and I used all
that skill to work her up to a shattering orgasm.
 
 When I was done, I licked my fingers clean as she rolled off and sat
 next to me.
 
 "Sarah's turn now," she said tiredly.
 
     Sarah walked over and knelt in the same position that Sandy had
been in.  "Since I'm going off to college anyway, I don't mind
saying. My fantasy was pretty simple: I wanted to be with another
girl."  There were some gasps about that revelation.
  
 "Did you happen to notice that he wasn't a girl?" Jenna asked.
 
 "I knew that," Sarah retorted.  "I didn't want to ask anyone I knew,
because they might freak if they thought I was a dyke.  And I actually
had some issues with it myself; I didn't want to think to myself that
I was a lesbian.  So Jake found me this girl who was willing to teach
me, and he stuck around himself.  My favorite part was where I was
going down on her while Jake was pounding into me from behind."
 
 "A mĂ(C)nage trios!  How very sophisticated!" Sandy said.  Sarah
stuck her tongue out at her.
 
 "Too bad you can't demonstrate that," Natalie said.
 
 "Why not?" Sarah asked, looking at her intently.
 
 Natalie looked like a deer caught in headlights, so I looked at Kari
meaningfully.  "I'll help you demonstrate," Kari said.
 
 Sarah looked at her, then crawled seductively over to her.  There
were more gasps as Sarah grabbed Kari's head and gave her a deep kiss.
Then she pushed Kari down and started kissing down her body.  She
sucked Kari's nipple into her mouth, moistening the sheer fabric.  She
moved further down, and there were a few squirming girls as Sarah
pulled Kari's panties off.  The JG tattoo stood out starkly, until it
was covered by Sarah's red hair.
 
 Sarah's head blocked the view for everyone, but there was no doubt in
anyone's mind as to when Sarah licked Kari's pussy.  Kari arched her
back and grabbed Sarah's head and shoved it firmly into her crotch.
Kari was quickly working up to an orgasm when she pulled away.
 
 "Hey!" Sarah said, but Kari just flipped her over and crawled into a
69.  Before Sarah could start working again, she moaned as Kari stuck
her tongue deep into her hot tunnel.  The new position made it quite
easy for everyone to see what she was doing, as Sarah gripped Kari's
ass and pulled herself up, swiping her tongue through Kari's dripping
pussy.  Her hands exposed Kari's asshole and pussy clearly, and
everyone could see Sarah's tongue moving from below the clit
practically to her asshole, before sinking into Kari's pussy.
 
 Everyone watched raptly as both of them got closer and closer to
orgasm.  Then Kari's head shot up as she howled.  We could see her
pussy clenching about Sarah's tongue, which was flicking at Kari's
clit.  As soon as she had finished cumming, Kari dropped her head back
down and sucked on Sarah voraciously until Sarah joined her in orgasm.
 
 Kari collapsed on top of Sarah, then rolled off, both girls lying
 there panting.
 
 "Wow!" someone said quietly.
 
 "It's a good thing we won't be showering together anymore," Maggie
said.  "I don't think I'd be able to look at either of you the same
way any more."
 
 "Why?" asked a panting Sarah as she propped herself up on an elbow to
look at Maggie.  "Because you're disgusted by it, or because you want
it."
 
 Maggie dropped her head and blushed.  "Neither," she proclaimed.
Then, in practically a whisper, she said "I wasn't disgusted."
 
 "Karen's next," Sandy proclaimed.
 
 Kari took a deep breath, then rolled over and got up.  She walked in
front of me, and knelt in her servile position, back straight, knees
spread, hands on thighs.  "Jake helped me fulfill my fantasy as well.
I am his slave."
 
 There was silence for a moment, then Sandy asked, "You mean he treats
you like a slave during sex."
 
 "No.  I mean I am his slave," Kari said.
 
 "Like you're his sex slave?" Natalie asked.
 
 "No.  I mean I am his slave," Kari repeated.
 
 "But what does that mean?" Sandy probed.
 
 "I do everything that he tells me to do," Kari replied.
 
 "Like you'd clean his room?" Sandy asked.
 
 "If he told me to," Kari said.
 
 "During sex too?" Natalie asked.
 
 "I'd clean his room during sex, too," Kari said. Chuckles emerged
from her audience, and she continued. "In sexual or non-sexual
matters, I do everything that Jake tells me to do."
 
 "Like what?" Sandy asked.
 
 "Like when Sarah needed someone to demonstrate girl on girl action,
Jake told me to do it," she replied.
 
 "No he didn't," Sarah said.  "I was right in front of him."
 
 "He looked at me," Kari said.
 
 "How did you know that is what he meant?" Sarah said.
 
 "Because I did," Kari answered.  "Is that what you wanted me to do?"
 she asked me.
 
 "Yes, it is," I said.
 
 "Why did you tell her to do that?" Sarah asked me.
 
 "Because Natalie looked scared," I replied.
 
 Sarah turned to Kari.  "So you didn't want to?" she asked.
 
 "Of course I did," Kari responded.
 
 "Why?" Sarah demanded.
 
 "For three reasons," Kari told her.  "Because I like you, because I
thought it would be fun, and because Jake wanted me to."
 
 "That's not a reason why you wanted to, that's a reason why you had
too," Sarah countered.
 
 "No," Kari explained.  "The fact that Jake wanted me to do it made me
 want to do it."
 
 "Huh?" Sarah asked.
 
 "If you don't feel it, it's hard to understand.  When I do something
that pleases Jake, it gives me great pleasure.  Plus I thought your
pussy would taste delicious."
 
 Sarah blushed.  "That wasn't the first time you've done that, is it?"
 
 "No, I've done it before," Kari replied.
 
 "Did Jake make you do it before?" she asked.
 
 "Jake doesn't make me do anything," Kari said.  "Jake tells me what
to do, and I do it because I want to."
 
 "So you'll have sex with anyone he tells you to?" Maggie asked.
 
 "Yes," Kari replied.
 
 "If he tells you to let someone pee on you, you'd do that?" Jenna
 asked.
 
 "Yes," Kari replied.
 
 "Is that your fantasy?" Sarah asked Jenna archly.
 
 Jenna blushed deeply, dropped her eyes and stammered, "N-n-n-no, of
 course not!"
 
 "Oh, you dirty, dirty girl!" Sandy said, laughing.
 
 Jenna blushed more deeply, and I said, "Kari, go get Jenna a big
 glass of water."
 
 Kari jumped up to do as she was told, while Jenna looked at me with
her mouth agape.  Jenna was black, well, really a light brown. She had
perky B cup breasts, on the small side of B, but with perfect little
chocolate nipples. With Jenna, there was no fantasy fulfilled, there
was just good sex.  Kari came back with a big glass of water and
handed it to Jenna.  Everyone watched as she took a big gulp.
 
 "Maggie's turn," Sandy said.
 
 Maggie got down in front of me as well.  "It's really embarrassing,
but I wanted to be taken a little roughly."
 
 "I've found that there are lots of guys who do that naturally,"
 Natalie said.
 
 "I wanted it a bit rougher, and I needed someone I could trust,"
Maggie said.  "I took a while before I was ready to trust him, but
when I did, it was all that I hoped for."
 
 "What did he do?" Jenna asked, taking another sip of water.
 
 "One time, he grabbed me when I wasn't expecting it, pulled me into a
room, tied my hands, pulled my panties off and fucked me hard.  I was
cumming before he even got into me."
 
 Maggie was facing me, so she didn't see the look that passed between
Sandy and Sarah.  They walked up behind her, and without warning they
grabbed her hands and pulled her backwards.
 
 "Hey!" she yelled.
 
 "Grab her legs!" Sandy instructed Natalie and Kari.
 
 They quickly had her spread eagle on the floor.  "She's all yours,
 Jake," Sandy told me.
 
 I got down on my knees between her legs, and I put my body over hers
so that I could look into her frightened eyes.  "Do you remember your
safe word?" I asked in a whisper.  She nodded her head slightly and I
kissed her hard, bruising her lips.  Then I got up on my knees,
reached between her legs and ripped her panties off of her, taking
some of her pubic hair with them.
 
 I held her panties up to my nose and sniffed them.  They were quite
wet, though with everything going on here tonight, I imagine that
everyone's panties were.  I ran them through her pussy, wiping up as
much of her juices as I could.  Then I pushed the panties into her
mouth, gagging her, though I didn't push it in so much that she
couldn't push it out if she wanted to use a safe word.
 
 "Get me a knife," I instructed Jenna.
 
 Maggie's eyes widened and her breathing picked up.  While Jenna was
gone, I ran my fingers through Maggie's pussy, getting it even wetter
than it had been before.  Jenna quickly came back with a big butchers
knife.  Everyone's eyes got big when I put the tip against Maggie's
throat, but I just slid it slowly down her body, pushing enough so
that she could feel it, but not enough to break her skin.
 
 When I got to her pussy, I grabbed some of her hair and sliced it
off.  Then I put the knife under her baby doll and sliced it off of
her.  I sat back to look, seeing her squirming naked on the floor,
four sexy lingerie clad girls holding her down.  It was a scene out of
every teenager's dream.
 
 "Do you have any condoms?" I asked Sandy.
 
 "I'll go check," she said, handing off an arm to Caroline.
 
 As she walked out I told Maggie, "If she doesn't have any, I'm going
to fuck you anyway.  Maybe I'll knock you up."
 
 She shook her head wildly, but did not spit out the panties.
 
 Sandy came back and threw a box of condoms next to me.  "I found
 some," she said.
 
 "You lucked out this time," I said.  I stood up and took of my
clothes.  I heard a couple of whistles, and it was weird to do this in
front of a crowd, but I had slept with all of them numerous times.  I
grabbed a condom and slipped it on, then moved between her legs again.
 
 "Ready?" I asked.  She shook her head no, but I still slammed my cock
all the way into her in one hard thrust.
 
 She spit the panties out and screamed, "Oh, you're killing me!"
 
 "Um, Jake ...  " Melissa started, but Kari took her off to the side
and explained about safe words.  I pounded into her, squeezing a
nipple hard until she came.
 
 I slowed down and asked Sandy, "Do you have any KY?"
 
 "I'm fully equipped," she said with a smile.
 
 She went off and Maggie asked, "Why do you need that?  What are you
going to do to me?"
 
 I pulled out and instructed the girls to flip her over.  As they did,
I grabbed some cushions and slipped them under her hips.  Maggie
started wailing "No, no, no!" and some of the other girls started
looking nervous as well.  I pulled Maggie's hair back, and said,
"Remind me what your safe word is."
 
 "Violin," she panted.
 
 "Are you ready to use it?" I asked.
 
 "No!" she exclaimed.
 
 I let go of her head and spanked her ass once.  Sandy had returned
with the KY, so I took it and ran it around Maggie's asshole.  I stuck
a gloppy finger in her as well, then lubed up my condom-covered cock.
I knelt behind her, pulled her hips up and placed the tip of my cock
against her exposed star.
 
 "Are you ready?" I asked.
 
 "No!" she shrieked.
 
 I had played ass games with Maggie before, and I knew what she liked.
She liked it nearly as hard there as in her pussy, and we had worked
our way up to where she could take it hard and fast.  I gave her what
she wanted, pushing deep into her in one fast stroke.
 
 Maggie shrieked, and Kari joked to Sandy, "I hope you have good
insulation in your walls!"
 
 That gave me an idea, and I told Kari, "Why don't you muffle her
 mouth."
 
 "With what?" Kari asked.
 
 "Your pussy," I explained.
 
 She smiled as she came over and positioned herself in front of
Maggie.  I lifted Maggie's head again, and she screamed, "No, not
that!" as Kari scooted under her face.  Then I pushed Maggie's head
back down and rubbed her face into Kari's wet pussy.
 
 I started pumping hard, and Maggie's shrieks turned to moans.  Soon
everyone was aware that Maggie was not averse to this treatment.  Kari
started rotating her hips as I reached under Maggie and started
tickling her clit.  Maggie began shrieking again, this time in
pleasure, as she reached her orgasm.  Her clenching buttocks brought
me over as well, and I filled the condom with my cum.
 
 Maggie turned her head, panting as she rested her head against Kari's
thighs.  Kari didn't manage to cum, but so goes the life of a slave.
 
 I pulled out and Sandy, ever the gracious host, handed me a tissue to
remove the condom.
 
 Natalie said, "I'm glad that I hadn't seen that first, or I never
would have told Jake my fantasy."
 
 "What was your fantasy?" Sandy asked.
 
 "To take it in the ass," she replied.  "But he was *way* gentler with
 me!"
 
 "I try and give people what they want," I said.
 
 "And you do such a good job," Sandy said, grabbing my head and
 kissing me.
 
 Kari moved out from under Maggie, leaving her lying on the floor,
still panting, and left the room.
 
 "Do you really like it like that?" Sarah asked Maggie.
 
 "That was the best cum I've had in my life," Maggie replied.
 
 "Why?" Sarah asked.
 
 "Why do you like being with girls?" Maggie countered.  "Why does
Sandy like getting her ass slapped?  I don't know why, all I know is
that when I'm held down, especially, it turns out, by people I know,
it turns me on like you wouldn't believe.  It hurts when Jake does me
so hard, but it hurts so good!"
 
 While Maggie was talking, I noticed something interesting; my cock
had not gone down.  Sandy noticed too, and she sat next to me and
whispered in my ear, "Ready for more?"
 
 "Surprisingly, yes," I replied.  "I guess I shouldn't be surprised,
surrounded as I am by so many beautiful women!"
 
 "That may be it," she agreed.  "Or it may be the Viagra that I
 slipped into your drink."
 
 "You what?" I exclaimed.
 
 "Look around you," she said.  "Would you have been able to satisfy
all of us on your own power?  I mean you're good, but not that good."
 
 I shook my head and said, "I still don't think I'll be able to
 satisfy all of you."
 
 "Why not?" she asked.  "You've cum only once so far and you've
satisfied Maggie, Karen, Sarah and me.  At that rate, you can easily
make it through the rest of us."
 
 I just shook my head ruefully.
 
 Kari came back in with another large glass of water and handed it to
 Jenna.
 
 "I can't," Jenna complained.  "I'll burst."
 
 "She says she's full up, Jake," Kari told me.
 
 "Have to pee?" I asked Jenna with a smile.
 
 She nodded embarrassedly.
 
 "Kari, go upstairs and run some hot water over the sides of the
bathtub to warm it up, then get in it," I said, while not taking my
eyes off of Jenna.
 
 The others were silent, unable to believe that Jenna and Kari were
going to go through with this.  I was a little nervous, because Kari
and I had not played any watersports before, and I wasn't sure how she
would do, but she hadn't complained yet.
 
 It remained silent until we heard the water go off.  I stood up and
reached my hand out to Jenna.  She nervously took it and came with me
up the stairs.  Sandy followed, as did Natalie, but the other girls
must have decided that they didn't need to see it, because they stayed
behind.
 
 We got to the bathroom, which was large enough to hold all of us, and
Kari was lying in the tub.
 
 "Are you sure?" Jenna asked Kari.
 
 "Didn't you hear Jake tell me to do this?" Kari replied.  "Of course
 I'm sure."
 
 Jenna pulled off her baby doll and panties and climbed into the tub,
legs on either side of Kari's hips.  She stood their nervously for a
minute, and tried spreading her shaved pussy lips, but she said, "I'm
too nervous to pee!"
 
 "Kiss her, Jake," Kari suggested.
 
 I stepped into the tub, behind Jenna so as not to block her view when
she did manage to start.  I kissed her neck while I ran my hands up
her stomach to caress her breasts.  I was still naked and still hard,
and she felt it pressing against her ass.  I kept my left hand
tweaking her nipples while my right slipped down over her bare mound
and rubbed her pussy.  She was very wet, excited despite her
nervousness.
 
 "Won't it be so sexy, watching your piss drench Kari?" I whispered in
her ear while spreading her lips and flicking at her clit.  "I bet
you're so full right now," I continued as I moved my hand from her
breast to her lower stomach, over her bladder, pressing slightly.  She
moaned and I said, "Let it go, Jenna.  Let me see you piss."
 
 And she did.  I felt the hot liquid hit my fingers and I looked over
Jenna's shoulder as I aimed as best I could up and down Kari's chest
and stomach.  Jenna was moaning as she watched her stream arc out
slightly and splash all over Kari.  "Oh my god!" she cried, and I
flicked her clit a little at the same time.
 
 As Jenna's stream started fading away, Kari sat up and stuck her
tongue right into Jenna's pussy, getting some of the last flow onto
her face and into her mouth.  "Oh, God!  She's drinking it!" Jenna
exclaimed as the sight, the thought and Kari's tongue brought her to a
screaming orgasm.  Kari had her fingers between her own legs as well,
and she came at the same time.
 
 I stood there, my toes covered in piss, holding Jenna up as she came,
slowly lowering her on top of Kari, letting them lie there getting
their breath.  I ran the water over my feet briefly, then stepped out
of the tub.  "Kari, when you are both up to it, shower her off and get
yourself clean, then come downstairs."
 
 "Yes, Jake," she said.
 
 As we walked downstairs, Sandy said, "You sure bring out the kink in
 people!"
 
 "I don't bring it out," I said.  "People just seem to feel
comfortable letting it out themselves."
 
 When we got downstairs, Sarah asked, "How was it?"
 
 "Hot," Sandy answered.
 
 "And wet," Natalie chimed in, cracking up.
 
 Everyone laughed, and Sandy went to get more drinks and snacks for
everyone.  A few minutes later, Kari and a very embarrassed looking
Jenna came down the stairs, both nude.  I looked around and realized
that everyone who had gotten nude at some point had remained that way,
while the rest of the girls were still dressed
 
 "Did you really like it?" Natalie asked Kari.
 
 "Not really," Kari answered.
 
 "But you came!" Natalie protested.
 
 "I came because I didn't like it, but I was doing it anyway because
Jake told me to," Kari explained.
 
 Natalie just shook her head.
 
 Jenna came over and wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me a kiss
on the cheek.  "Thank you," she whispered.  "Maybe next time, you can
do that to me?"
 
 "Anything is possible," I said.
 
 +++++
 
 The rest of the night continued in much the same way.  I demonstrated
with Natalie that getting it up the ass could be a gentle thing.  I
showed how Michelle loved getting orgasm after orgasm as she was
licked and sucked.  In general, I replayed most of the fantasies,
though some of the girls decided to forgo telling their deepest
fantasies.  By the morning, all the girls had managed to be satisfied
at least once.
 
 I staggered home early the next afternoon and collapsed into my bed,
so tired that I barely noticed Kari snuggling next to me, but I woke
up the next morning refreshed.  I called Sandy and thanked her for the
lovely party.
 
 "I have one more treat for you," she told me.  "Do you have the DVD?"
 
 I confirmed that I did.
 
 "Are you alone?" she asked.
 
 Another confirmation.  She instructed me on how to get to the screens
she had shown two nights before.  When we got to the end, she said,
"Here's the surprise."
 
 She gave me another location to go to, which revealed another Easter
egg.  This time, it was the JGs, nude again, but with their faces
fully visible.  "Don't tell anyone," she said.  "Everyone agreed to
the naked shoot if their faces weren't exposed, but when the pictures
were taken, they got a lot with the faces.  I thought that you
deserved to have your girls in all their glory."
 
 "Thanks," I said.
 
 "Just promise me that you'll jerk off over me every now and then when
I'm not with you," she asked.
 
 "You know I will!" I replied.
 
 What a year it had been.

Chapter Thirty-One: Summertime



 That summer was a very laid back time for me.  I was not working or
going to school or preparing for anything, so I had time just to kick
back and hang with my friends.  We went to the standard places; malls,
movie theaters and pools.  A lot of my friends had pools, and we sort
of migrated where we hung out each day, but more and more I was having
friends over to my pool.  I still had to warn my family, and
particularly Girl, before people were coming over, but my mother
didn't have any issues with it.
 
 Some days I had over a mixed group of boys and girls, but Maggie
asked that on Tuesdays and Fridays it just be the JGs, and me of
course.  I wasn't sure why, exactly, until the first time we had a JG
day, and Maggie and Sandy promptly removed their tops.
 
 "Oh, Jake," Maggie called to me before I realized that she was
topless.  I turned and saw her breasts in all their glory.  "Will you
lotion me up so that I don't burn?"
 
 Now of course I would never want to put her in danger, so I forced
myself to rub her entire body with sunscreen.  When Sandy asked me for
the same treatment, I complied, pulling off her bottoms so I could
cover her butt well.  She didn't complain, and it wasn't long before
all the four girls that were there were nude and glistening.  I didn't
want to follow their example for fear of burning parts of me that I
really didn't want to have burned, but with enough cajoling from the
girls, they convinced me.  It was probably the threat that they would
have to put their clothes on if I didn't take mine off that did it.
Nevertheless, they apparently did not want my bits and pieces burned
either, because they each helped ensure that all my parts were well
covered in lotion.
 
 That set a pattern for what I called my JG pool days.  Different
girls showed up on different days, but they all quickly stripped, and
they seemed to need lotioning quite often.  I went through a lot of
bottles of sunscreen that summer.
 
 The first time that Girl came out to serve us drinks when they were
nude it caused a bit of consternation, but her indifference to their
state of dress quickly had them relaxed around her.  Given the age of
the people around the pool, their clothing and the amount of lotion
rubbing going on, it was not too surprising that things sometimes went
a little farther than sunburn prevention.  The first time that I ended
up buried in a girl - Sandy of course - everyone watched eagerly.  By
the end of the summer, everyone was used to it, in fact it was
expected.
 
 So as you can imagine, I had a very good summer, though there were
 some high points
 
 .+++++
 
 It was a given that with that much exposure, people would question
Girl's status.  I explained the name away by saying that when she was
born, her mother couldn't think of a name, so the hospital put down
Baby Girl as the first name, and it sort of stuck.  I lied, of course,
but sometimes you lie to protect the ones you love.
 
 Nevertheless, some of the girls were very curious about why she was
so deferential to a bunch of teenagers.  The day that she was careless
and dressed in her more abbreviated costume, sans panties, raised a
few eyebrows, but I again explained that since we were all partially
or completely undressed, Girl felt it was OK to be that way as well.
 
 Despite my explanations, a few of the girls thought that more was
going on.  Gemma in particular kept asking me about Girl's background.
She tried engaging Girl as well, but she couldn't get any responses
out of Girl.  Finally I asked why she wanted to know.  "I want to
understand all about you," she explained.  "I think that if I
understood your relationship with Girl, I would understand you
better."
 
 "She's my maid," I said about our relationship.
 
 "I don't think that's it," Gemma argued.  "She tries to hide it, but
I've seen the way she sometimes looks at you, and I've caught you
looking at her weird sometimes too.  Besides, you've never been
exactly a nudist, but you weren't uncomfortable for a second with Girl
seeing you naked."
 
 I finally caved and said, "There is something there, but it is very
complicated.  I just ask that you not tell anyone about this, please?"
 
 "I won't tell anyone anything," she protested.  "You know I wouldn't
do anything to hurt you.  But I want to know about her and you."
 
 "I told you, it's complex, and you really wouldn't be able to
understand," I said.  She gave me a disbelieving look, like 'do you
think I'm dumb'?  I explained, "It's not that you can't intellectually
grasp the concepts, it's just that if you wouldn't understand why Girl
feels the way that she does, and without understanding that, you
wouldn't be able to fully comprehend our relationship.
 
 Gemma actually thought about that for a day, but the next time we
were alone she said, "Help me understand how Girl feels."
 
 I don't know if she had just worn me down, or it was my inherent
perversity, but I said, "Fine, are you sure that's what you want?"
 
 "Yes," she said eagerly.
 
 "For me to do this, you are going to have to do whatever I tell you
to, and you can't object to anything that I do to you," I told her.
But that didn't scare her off.
 
 "Anything you do to me?" she asked with a leer.
 
 "Fine, come over tomorrow and I'll show you," I instructed.
 
 When she arrived the next day, I told her, "If I tell you this, you
have to promise never to tell anyone else.  This is very private for
both me and Girl."
 
 "I promise," she said eagerly.
 
 We were in my room, but she was still surprised when I said, "Strip!"
However, she complied.
 
 "Lie down," I told her, and she did.  She started complaining when I
began to tie her down.  "You wanted to know about us, and this is part
of it."
 
 "You like to tie her up?" she asked.
 
 That actually stopped me for a second, and I said, "Well, yes,
actually, but that's not what this is about.  I just need to make sure
that you won't stop in the middle of this."
 
 She allowed me to finish tying her down, then asked, "Now what?" She
seemed more nervous than turned on.
 
 I went to the drawer where I kept some toys and I took out some of
the things I was going to play with.  "What are those?" she asked
nervously.
 
 "This is a slapping paddle," I told her.  "And this is a flogger.
This is a crop.  This is a whip." I showed her each item in turn.
 
 "What are you going to do with them?" she asked nervously, pulling at
 her bonds.
 
 "I'm going to show you what Girl feels," I explained.
 
 "I thought you meant emotionally, not physically!" Gemma complained.
 
 "I do mean emotionally, but you have to see and feel the physical as
well.  Now I am going to start hitting you lightly with each of these.
Each time I do, I want you to say 'harder' or 'softer'.  I want you to
say harder until it feels uncomfortable.  OK?"
 
 She nodded, clearly frightened.  I picked up the slapper and began, I
think she was expecting far worse, because she flinched in surprise by
how light the touch was.  I looked at her expectantly and she said,
"Harder."
 
 I continued to stroke her, getting progressively harder as she said
'Harder' after each stroke.  She let it go longer than I expected
before she said 'Softer'.  I picked up the flogger and began again.
By the time I got to the whip, so didn't let me go too far.
 
 When I was done with all of them, I ran my fingers through her pussy
and they came away a little moist.  "You are a little excited, but not
too much," I observed.
 
 "What did this prove?" she asked.
 
 "Nothing yet, but it gives you a base on which to understand what I
am going to show you next." I untied her and she stood up, stretching
. When she was done with that, I had her sit on a chair near the bed,
and I proceeded to tie her down, arms behind her and her legs tied to
the chair legs.
 
 "What is this about," she asked.
 
 "I want to make sure that you don't interfere," I explained.  "Plus,
it lets me do this!" I dropped between her legs and buried my tongue
in her.  Despite some initial complaints, quite soon she was much
wetter.
 
 I stopped before making her cum, and I went to the door and opened
it.  Ignoring Gemma's protest, I yelled, "Girl, get in here!"
 
 Girl came scampering in, a quick glance taking in Gemma tied to the
chair, "Yes, Sir?"  she asked.
 
 "Strip," I commanded.  With no hesitation, she did as I asked.  "On
the bed, spread eagle," I instructed.  She complied.
 
 I picked up the slapper and said, "Girl, I am going to start hitting
you lightly with each of these.  Each time I do, I want you to say
'harder' or 'softer'.  I want you to say harder until it feels
uncomfortable.  Do you understand?"
 
 "Yes, Sir," she replied.
 
 "I want to make it very clear," I reiterated.  "I don't want you to
try and take more than you enjoy just to try and please me.  What I
want is for you to take it only until you start feeling uncomfortable.
Are you sure you understand?"
 
 "Yes, Sir," she replied.
 
 "Fine," I said, and I began.
 
 The first stroke was nearly as hard as the last one that Gemma had
allowed.  She gasped, but said "Harder!"
 
 I continued through a dozen strokes, until I was nearly hitting as
hard as I could, and still all I got was "Harder!" I skipped the
flogger and went right to the crop.  Gemma had not allowed me too many
strokes with that, but once again, all I got was "Harder".  Besides
the one word, the only other sound from Girl was moaning.
 
 Gemma was looking on in shock, and eventually she said, "Stop, you're
hurting her!"  I put down the crop and ran my fingers through Girl's
pussy.  I held my hand up right in front of Gemma, so that she could
see the fluids glistening on my finger, and smell the aroma wafting
off of them.
 
 "She never said 'Softer'," I said.  I picked up the whip and turned
back to Girl.  I stroked it along her body, concentrating on her
thighs and breasts.  "Harder!  Harder!" Girl moaned, until she tensed
and shrieked, clearly cumming intensely.  I dropped the whip and Gemma
and I both looked at Girl panting on the bed, her body striped with my
marks.
 
 I turned to Gemma and said, "That's what Girl likes.  That's what you
wouldn't be able to understand.  If I had kept it up, she would have
eventually said 'Softer'.  But if I had not given her that
instruction, if I had just whipped her, she would have allowed be to
continue until she passed out.  Do you understand?"
 
 "Yes," she said, clearly shaken.  "Do your parents know?"
 
 "Yes," I replied.
 
 "She's not a servant, is she?  She's a slave," Gemma accused.
 
 "I always knew you were smart," I said with a smile.  Then I turned
to care for Girl.  I laid got a warm washcloth and wiped the sweat off
her body, and the small streaks of blood.  Then I lay down next to her
and held her, whispering in her ear how proud of her I was.
 
 I looked over at Gemma and she was squirming uncomfortably.  "Can you
untie me?"  she asked.
 
 "In a minute," I said.  "Girl did an excellent job, and I need to
 reward her."
 
 "How do you reward her?" Gemma asked.
 
 "By giving her a treat," I told her.  I turned to Girl and said, "Do
 you want a treat?"
 
 "Yes, Sir," she said, brightening up.
 
 "There it is," I told her, pointing to Gemma.
 
 Gemma craned her neck to look behind her to see what I was pointing
to.  At least until Girl slipped off the bed and got onto her knees
between Gemma's legs.
 
 "No!  What is she doing?" Gemma asked.
 
 "I would think that's pretty obvious," I responded as Girl started
licking Gemma's slit up and down.
 
 "But I don't do this with girls!" she complained.
 
 "You're not doing anything," I told her.  "You're just sitting
 there."
 
 "Stop her!" she cried, excitement beginning to show on her body.
 
 "You are the one that caused Girl to be whipped.  You're the one who
asked, who wanted to understand.  Don't you think that it's fair that
you provide the reward?"
 
 "Nooo," she moaned.
 
 "Well, you promised to do whatever it took.  You got what you wanted,
now you have to pay for it," I said.
 
 Gemma didn't respond, which didn't surprise me; I'd seen Girl work on
other women before, and they usually couldn't talk at this point
either.  When Girl was done with her treat, she helped me untie Gemma
and lie her on the bed, then got in next to her.  I got in on Gemma's
other side, and soon we were sandwiching her, stroking her body
comfortingly.
 
 "You're a rotten fink," Gemma said with no heat in her voice.
 
 "It should teach you not to promise things when you don't know what
you'll be paying," I told her.
 
 "Hurumph!" was her reply, and she turned away from me to face Girl.
"Thank you very much for that, Girl.  For putting up with the whipping
for me, and for what you did after," then she kissed Girl on the
cheek.
 
 "You're quite welcome, Miss, but I didn't take the whipping for you.
I took it because Jake told me to.  I should thank you, because it's
been a long time since he whipped me so well."
 
 "You really enjoyed that?" Gemma asked in surprise.
 
 "That was the strongest orgasm that I've had in a month," Girl
 informed her.
 
 Gemma looked over her shoulder and said, "You're right Jake, I don't
think I'll ever really understand."
 
 Nevertheless, over the course of the summer Gemma tried to understand
Girl; she had frequent conversations, but at the end of the summer,
while she accepted what Girl was and that this was what she wanted,
she still didn't understand why.
 
  +++++
  
 The third interesting event happened around the pool as well.  As I
mentioned, the JGs had reserved some days at the pool for their
exclusive use.  However, one JG day Kari showed up, and Helen was
tagging along.  She gave me a challenging look, as if to say, 'Try and
kick me out'.  But the JG only rule was for them, not me, and if they
were OK with Helen, so was I.
 
 She had clearly been warned about the lack of swimsuits, because she
was not surprised when some of the girls doffed their's, but she
elected not to join in.  She jumped in the pool, and after a couple of
laps she got out and came to sit next to me.
 
 "You don't mind that I'm here?" she asked.
 
 While our relationship had started on a somewhat antagonistic note,
it had improved significantly, so I had no objections to her
personally, so I said, "No, why would I?"
 
 "I thought it was only for Jake's Girls," she replied.
 
 "If they're OK with you being here - and I don't hear any complaints
right now - then I have no problem either.  As long as you don't
complain about what goes on, you're welcome," I told her.
 
 "What goes on?" she asked after a moment, clearly curious.
 
 "Do you want me to show you?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.
 
 "No, you pig!" she laughed.  "I get enough of that at home!" Then she
blushed and looked around to see if anyone had heard after she
realized that she was in mixed company.
 
 "Well, the offer's on the table," I told her, lying down to get some
 more sun.
 
 A little while later, as usual, I felt a hand go into my shorts and
tickle my cock.  I felt another pair of hands join and pull my shorts
off, followed fairly quickly by the most lovely feel of a warm mouth
descending over my cock. I looked down and saw a bush of red hair over
my pubic region, although the blow job alone was almost enough to
identify Sarah.
 
 I turned my head a little bit and looked over at Helen, but she was
staring at what Sarah was doing to me.  She was watching even more
intently as Sandy wrapped her hand in Sarah's hair and pulled her
mouth off of my cock before straddling my hips, sinking her steamy
pussy over my pre-moistened cock.  Sandy leaned forward and pulled my
mouth to her breast, though Helen looked up while she was doing that
and realized that I had been watching her.  She blushed and turned
away, and that was the last chance that I had to pay any attention to
her as Sandy required all my concentration.
 
 Sandy started slowly, slipping up and down my pole, doing a little
grind with her hips after the downstroke, pushing her clit against my
pubic bone.  I pinched the nipple that was not in my mouth, which
caused her to speed up a little.  I pulled her nipple out of my mouth
and gave Kari a meaningful glance, then pulled Sandy down for a kiss.
 
 I put my mouth next to Sandy's ear and whispered, "You know that
Helen's here, and yet you still decided to ride me.  You are such a
naughty girl."
 
 Her breath quickened, then she gasped as Kari slapped her ass on the
downstroke.  "Yes!" she cried, as Kari began swatting her on every
downstroke.  Sandy picked up speed, posting on me faster and faster,
until Kari couldn't keep up, though by that point it didn't matter,
because Sandy was cumming hard.  When she was done, she collapsed onto
me, unmoving, but not for long.
 
 Sandy pulled herself off of me, despite the fact that I hadn't cum.
I didn't mind, because Kari leaned over and sucked all of Sandy's
juices off of my cock before grabbing it in her fist and asking,
"Who's next?" I noticed that she was looking right at Helen when she
asked.
 
 I don't know what Helen was thinking, but Sarah immediately cried,
"Me!  Me!" She flopped back onto a thick rubber mat that we had by the
pool and spread her legs.  I knew she didn't need any warm-up, and
frankly, I was significantly warmed up already.  I quickly fell
between her legs and plunged in.  "Oh, yes!" Sarah hissed.
 
 Between the blowjob from Sarah, the fucking from Sandy, the cleanup
from Kari plus knowing that Helen was watching me screw her peers,
duration was not going to be a key factor.  I concentrated on speed,
pumping Sarah hard and fast, and while I came before Sarah did, I was
able to stay hard enough to get her off as I ground my pubic bone into
her clit.
 
 When I rolled off, Kari cleaned me off again, and then let my
shriveled cock out of her mouth with a pop.  I struggled to move over
to my seat, where I collapsed.  I looked over at Helen and raised my
eyebrow.
 
 "What?" she asked.  "It's not like this is the first time that I've
 seen you fuck."
 
 "I guess that's true," I said, though we both knew that it was not
 the same thing.
 
 After that event, Helen came over frequently, and she either ignored
or watched me when I was having fun, but she never stared.  In
addition, when I was not otherwise occupied, we would talk a lot,
either with each other or as part of the larger group, and I became
closer to her than I had been before. I realized that despite the fact
that we had been with each other a lot, at those times it was always
about the rest of her family.
 
 As I talked to her, I got to know a lot more about her, and as it
turned out, she was someone I really liked. The fact that we both had
fairly dominant personalities was what caused most of our clashes;
neither of us liked giving in to the other.
 
 Towards the end of the summer, Helen came over with Kari, waited
until she knew she had my attention, then slowly peeled down her top.
She smirked at me as she lied down on the chair.  I had Kari's body to
compare Helen to, and they both had fabulous bodies, but even at that
young age, Kari's breast were starting to droop slightly; it will
happen on anyone with large breasts.  Helen's however, despite their
size, stood firm and proud.  Helen smirked again when she saw that
parts of me also began to stand firm and proud.
 
 "It's OK, because I get the benefits," Kari told Helen, taking me in
her mouth and sucking until I came.
 
 For the rest of the summer, Helen continued to come over, sometimes
topless, sometimes not, but while she witnessed a lot, nothing ever
happened between the two of us.
 


Chapter Thirty-Two: Laura



 The start of my junior year was actually a bit depressing.  Previous
years I'd seen all my old friends, but last year I'd made friends with
a lot of seniors, none of whom were back.  Nevertheless, I still had
quite a few friends, many that I hadn't seen since the end of last
year.  The first days of school are always like a reunion; I renewed
relationships with a few girls, and continued with others.
 
 Out of school, I still spent a lot of time at Cheri's house.  Kari
was going to college locally, and Cheri still looked to me to order
her world.  Helen was still in control of Cheri at home; they had
reached a level of stability where Helen remained firmly in control,
yet Cheri still retained her motherly obligations.
 
  I had many girls that I slept with, but there is something about
having an older woman at your beck and call.  I didn't get to spend as
much time with her as I liked, but the time that I did, I enjoyed
greatly.  At least once every few weeks I made it a point to either
spend the night with her, or have her over to spend the night with me.
 
 About a month and a half after school started, Gemma came over to me
one morning in school and asked to talk with me.  "I've met a girl
that I want you to talk to," she said.
 
 "Another candidate for the JGs?" I asked lightly.
 
 "Not quite," she said seriously.  "I've been talking to her quite a
bit in the last week or so, and I want a favor from you."
 
 "What's the favor?" I asked.
 
 "I want you to talk to her, see if you could help her," she said.
 
 "Help her with what?" I asked.
 
 "Her name is Laura, and she is a freshman," Gemma told me.  "She and
her mother just moved to town, and they did it to get out of their old
town.  Laura is like that song, a girl that just can't say no.  She's
like Girl, except unlike Girl, she doesn't have anyone to protect her.
She's already had one abortion when she was very young, and the only
reason she hasn't had more is because her mother put her on the pill.
 
 "In the month that she's been here, she's already slept with four
guys.  She might not be able to get pregnant, but she's going to end
up catching something or she's going to get seriously hurt.  She needs
a protector."
 
 "And you think I should be that protector?" I asked.
 
 "Who then?" she replied.
 
 I sighed. "Today's Thursday," I said. "Ask her to go home with you
tonight, and I'll have Kari come over to hang out too.  I'll ask Kari
to invite her over on Saturday; it will probably be less threatening
than at my house.  I'll ask Helen to go elsewhere for the evening, and
I'll have Cheri make dinner."
 
 "OK, Jake," she said.  "Helen can come over and have dinner at my
 house."
 
 +++++
 
 On Saturday, I went over to Cheri's house.  Cheri was making dinner,
so I walked up behind her, kissed her neck and fondled her breast.
She purred and leaned back into me.
 
 When I released her, she turned and gave me a proper kiss, then
turned back to her preparations.  "Why am I making dinner for a girl
you invited over?  Am I to be the maid tonight?"
 
 "If I wanted that?" I asked.
 
 She turned and curtsied, lifting her skirt a little bit further than
was strictly necessary, and said with a smile, "As my master
commands."  I had asked Helen to modify the dress code so that my
girls wore short skirts and sheer tops; I realized that the tease
turned me on more than outright nudity.  Nevertheless, she was still
wearing more than that, given that a guest was coming over.
 
 "Bend over the table," I instructed.
 
 She quickly complied, and I lifted her skirt and pressed two fingers
deep into her while pressing my thumb against her asshole.  My other
hand diddled with her clit, and in just three minutes I had her
thrashing on the table.  I licked my fingers off as she recomposed
herself and went back to tend to the food.
 
 "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" she asked.
 
 "That's for being so accommodating," I informed her.  "And to answer
your question, Gemma found a girl at school who appears to be
completely submissive, and as a result, she has been taken advantage
of to the extreme.  She asked if I would talk to her and then perhaps
act as her protector."
 
 "Really?  Why did you have her over here instead of your house?" she
 asked.
 
 "I thought that given her nature, she would be more comfortable in
this environment than at my home," I explained.
 
 Cheri went back to work and I sat down in the living room waiting for
Kari and Laura to get home.  When they arrived, I realized why she was
taken advantage of as much as she was.  A plain looking girl as
submissive as Laura was reputed to be would be in trouble, but Laura
was far from plain.  At around 15, Laura was 5' 5", thin though not
skinny, and she sported what had to be 36C breasts; just about as
perfect as you could get.  Her hair was a dark brown, straight to
below her shoulder blades, and her skin was slightly olive, just a
hint of the exotic. I was shocked that I hadn't noticed her before; if
I had seen her, I would have remembered her.
 
 They came over to the couch and Kari pointed to a chair opposite me
and told Laura, "Sit there."
 
 "Jake, this is Laura," Kari told me needlessly.  "Laura says that her
mother is expecting her home for dinner, and she has a date later
tonight."
 
 She looked at me expectantly, and I glanced over at Laura, taking in
her straight back and lowered head.
 
 "Laura," I said, and she looked up at me.
 
 "You are to call your mother and tell her that a girlfriend from
school has invited you over to dinner," I instructed her.  "Kari's
mother will talk to your mother and assure her that it is OK.  Who are
you going out with tonight?"
 
 "Mark Wiener," she said in a quite voice.  I knew Mark, who had been
a freshman last year, and a particularly obnoxious one at that.
 
 "After settling things with your mother, I want you to call Mark and
tell him that you can't make it tonight, because you are having dinner
with Jake Alexander.  Tell him that you will try and reschedule for
another time.  If he tries to make any demands from you, you are to
give me the phone to talk to him.  Do you understand?"
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Then do as I instructed now," I demanded.
 
 Laura looked at Kari, who pointed her to the phone.  As Laura dialed
home, I told Cheri she was to convince Laura's mother that she should
stay for dinner.  I heard Laura telling her mother that she was eating
dinner at a girlfriend's house, and it was clear that her mother did
not believe her, because she was trying to convince her.  When she
glanced up at me, which she did quite frequently, I pointed at Cheri.
 
 "Hold on Mom, Karen's mother wants to talk to you," she said into the
 phone.
 
 "Hi, this is Cheryl Harrison, Karen's mother," Cheri said into the
phone.  "You are Laura's mother?"
 
 Cheri spent a little time convincing Laura's mother to allow Laura to
stay, but it appeared that when Laura's mom realized that it really
was a girl that was having her over, and that her mother knew about
it, she was less reluctant to let her stay.
 
 "Yes, she said she had a date tonight," Cheri said.  "But Karen
convinced her to break the date and stay over here instead.  Is there
a time that she needs to be home?"
 
 "Yes, I'm sure that she'll be here the entire time, and I'll drive
her home when its time," Cheri said.
 
 "Great, I'll have her home by 11:00.  I hope that I'll get to meet
you soon. Goodbye," Cheri said before hanging up the phone.
 
 Laura had been looking at me throughout the phone conversation, and
she picked up the phone when I pointed to it.  She pulled out a number
and dialed a number.  "Is Mark there?" she asked.
 
 "It's Laura."
 
 "Hello, Mark?  I'm afraid that I won't be able to make it tonight
...." I heard Mark start to yell on the other end of the phone, and
Laura cringed.  I walked over and lifted her chin with my finger.  She
looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm having dinner with Jake
Alexander tonight.  I'll try and reschedule with you for another
time."
 
 I couldn't hear exactly what he said, but I heard the word 'slut'
 just before he hung up.
 
 Laura hung up the phone and said, "I told him."
 
 "I heard," I said.  "Don't worry about him; he won't bother you.
 Let's go talk."
 
 We went back to the living room and sat in our seats.  "What will you
drink?" I asked Laura.
 
 "You don't have to bother," she said.
 
 "I didn't ask you what you want to drink," I said calmly.  "I asked
 what will you drink?"
 
 "Coke?" she said quietly.
 
 "Cheri!" I called.
 
 "Yes, Jake," she replied, jogging in.
 
 "Get a coke for me and Laura, a diet coke for Kari and a white wine
 for you," I said.
 
 "Yes, Jake," she said, going back to the kitchen.
 
 I waited until she came back in and gave us our drinks, then told
her, "Call us when dinner is ready."
 
 "OK, Jake," she said, heading back to the kitchen.
 
 "I don't think that we were properly introduced," I said.  "I'm Jake
 Alexander."
 
 "I know that!" Laura exclaimed.  "I'm Laura Crane."
 
 "We haven't met before, so I didn't think you knew me," I said.
 
 "I think that every freshman girl knows who Jake Alexander is!" she
 said.
 
 "Really?  Why?" I wondered aloud.  Kari burst out laughing.
 
 I looked at her quizzically and when she got her laughter under
control, she said, "You really are funny.  You have the sexiest, most
popular girls in school at your beck and call, and you wonder why
people might know you?"
 
 I didn't quite understand.  "Tell him what you know about him," Kari
 told Laura.
 
 "I know that he's the Jake of Jake's Girls," she explained.  Oh well,
I guess it was unrealistic to think that the meaning of the JG
wouldn't get out.  "Half the girls in school want you because they
think you are sexy, and the other half wants you so that they can
become a JG."
 
 "Me, sexy?" I asked doubtfully, and Kari burst out into laughter
again, and this time it was much longer before she could get control.
 
 "Why would half the girls want to be a JG, anyway?" I asked.
 
 "It's like being in the most popular clique in school!" Laura said.
I couldn't believe that everyone knew about the JGs, and in fact many
of the girls aspired to be one of my girls.  It was frankly a little
unnerving.
 
 Kari had finally gotten herself under control.  I said, "We'll talk
about this later, young lady!" Then I turned to Laura and said, "We're
here to talk about you, not me.Â"
 
 I looked at Laura for a moment, not quite sure how to start.  "Kari's
talked to me about you," I began.  "I understand that you have a bit
of a problem saying no, is that correct?"
 
 She nodded.
 
 "What would have happened if you had gone out with Mark tonight?" I
 asked.
 
 She shrugged.
 
 "What do you think would have happened?" I clarified.
 
 "He would have wanted to have sex," she said.
 
 "And would you have done that with him?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Is that what you wanted?" I asked.
 
 She shrugged.
 
 "That's not a good enough answer," I said.  "Tell me what you want."
 
 "These are very personal questions," she said.
 
 "I know.  Answer me anyway," I demanded.
 
 "I guess I like the sex, but sometimes guys don't treat me well, like
they hit me or call me names, and I don't like that," she said.
 
 "Do they make you do anything else that you don't like?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Like what?" I asked.
 
 She shrugged again.
 
 "Laura, tell me something that a boy has done that you didn't like,"
 I instructed.
 
 "One of them liked doing my butt, then making me lick him clean," she
 said.
 
 "Why do you do it, if you don't like it?" I asked.
 
 She shrugged.
 
 "Do you think they will hurt you if you don't?" I asked.
 
 "Sometimes," she replied.
 
 "But not all the time?" I asked.
 
 She shook her head.
 
 "But you'll do what they ask all the time?" I asked
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Why?" I asked.
 
 She shrugged.
 
 "Tell me about your family," I instructed.  "Do you live with both
your parents?  Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
 
 "I live with my mom now," she told me.  "I don't have any brothers
 and sisters."
 
 "Did you live with your dad before?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Until when?" I asked.
 
 "Three years ago," she said.
 
 "Tell me about your mother," I said.
 
 "What about her?" Laura asked.
 
 "Describe her to me," I said.
 
 "I dunno," she said.  "I guess she looks a lot like me.  Brown hair,
brown eyes, thin, a little taller than me."
 
 "And do you listen to what she tells you to do?" I asked.
 
 She shrugged again.  "I guess.  Like when she tells me to do my
homework and stuff like that?"
 
 I nodded. "And what happens when you don't listen to her?"
 
 "It depends.  Sometimes nothing, sometimes she'll punish me."
 
 "How does she punish you?" I pressed.
 
 "She won't let me watch TV or go out," she said.
 
 "And what if one of the boys that want to be with you tells you to go
out with him, do you go, or stay like your mother told you?" I asked.
 
 "I guess I usually would sneak out," she replied.
 
 "What about your father, what was he like?" I asked.
 
 "He was good looking.  I don't remember how tall, but taller than my
mom.  Dark hair, a small beard, lots of muscles."
 
 "And did you listen to him?" I asked.
 
 "Oh yes!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening with fear.
 
 "What happened if you didn't?" I asked.
 
 "He would punish me," she said with a shudder.
 
 "How did he do that?"
 
 "He would hit me, or he would lock me in the basement without lights,
or he would yell at me.  He said that girls had to listen to their
fathers." Her eyes were tearing a little.
 
 "Would he punish you if you didn't listen to your mother?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "And what if your mother didn't listen to him?" I asked.
 
 "He would hurt her.  Sometimes he would take her into their bedroom
and I could hear that he was using a belt on her.  She would scream a
lot."
 
 "And did he say anything about wives listening to their husbands?"
 
 She nodded.  "He said that a woman had to listen to their man, it was
the way the world was created.  She said that a woman who didn't
listen to their man wasn't a real woman."
 
 Well, that certainly got to the bottom of that!
 
 "Have you ever been to therapy?" I asked.
 
 "Oh, no, my father didn't believe in that!" she said.
 
 "What about since he's been gone?" I asked.
 
 She shook her head.  "We really can't afford that."
 
 "What happened to your father?" I asked.
 
 "He left," she said, tears falling from her eyes.  "He said that my
mother would never be a real woman, and that he couldn't keep wasting
his time trying to teach me to grow up to be a real woman."
 
 "Did he ever touch you, sexually?" I asked
 
 She shook her head.  "He wouldn't have done that!"
 
 I bet if he'd stayed around, seen the beautiful woman that she'd
become, he would have.  It's amazing how parents could mess up their
kids.  Though I guess that some people would say that my parents
messed me up too, so I probably shouldn't throw stones, but her dad
had really done a job on her!
 
 "Kari, get Laura some tissues," I instructed.
 
 "Yes, Jake," she said, running out of the room.
 
 "Kari listens to you," Laura observed.
 
 "Yes, she does," I said.
 
 "Why?" she asked.
 
 Kari came back into the room with the tissues and handed them to
Laura.  "Kari, why do you listen to me?" I asked, trusting her to give
the right answer.
 
 "Because you tell me what to do," she replied perfectly.
 
 I let Laura wipe her eyes and nose, giving her an opportunity to let
Kari's comment sink in.
 
 "Let's get back to you," I said.  "You said that you sometimes like
it when boys have sex with you. Do you like the sex?"
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Do you ask them for sex?"
 
 "What do you mean?" she asked.
 
 "When you go out with a boy, do you ask him for sex, or offer sex to
him, or does he demand it?" I asked.
 
 "He does, I guess," she replied.
 
 "What about someone you've been out with before, someone you've had
sex with?  Knowing what they want, do you initiate sex, or do you wait
for them to tell you what they want?"
 
 "I guess I wait for them," she answered.
 
 "And do you like the sex? The physical feelings of his cock in you,
the taste of his cum in your mouth?  Do you enjoy that?"
 
 She blushed a bit and said, "I guess."
 
 "And do you like it when he tells you to get down on your knees and
blow him?" I continued.
 
 She nodded.  "Yes."
 
 "Which do you like better?" I demanded.
 
 She hesitated for a moment.
 
 "The truth!" I said strongly.
 
 "I like it when he tells me what to do," she whispered.
 
 "And you like listening to whatever he tells you?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Like Kari listens to me?" I asked.
 
 She looked at Kari with an expression that said that she just
realized what Kari was.  She looked at me, her eyes a little wild.
"Yes, like that," she said.
 
 "Do you like listening to all those people?" I asked.
 
 "I guess," she said, perplexed.
 
 "But isn't it sometimes confusing, when you are listening to more
than one person and they tell you different things?  Give you
different instructions?" I asked.
 
 "I guess," she said.
 
 "Like tonight.  Mark told you to go out with him, but I told you to
stay with me.  Why did you listen to me?"
 
 She was getting quite upset.  "Because you told me to!"
 
 "And if Mark were outside right now, and you were to step out for a
breath of air and he demanded that you come with him, would you have?
Or would you stay here with me?"
 
 "I don't know!" she said.  "I guess I would go with him," she said.
 
 "Even though that would be disobeying me?" I asked.
 
 She was crying again.  "I don't know!"
 
 "What about when your father was still at home?  Did you also listen
to other men?" I asked.
 
 "I guess?" she said.
 
 "What would have happened if your father told you to be home after
school, but one of your teachers demanded that you stay after class.
What would you have done?"
 
 "I would have gone home anyway!" she exclaimed.
 
 "Even though your teacher insisted?" I asked.
 
 "Yes!"
 
 "And it didn't bother you that you weren't listening to him?"
 
 "But my father told me to come right home!" she said, like I just
 didn't get it.
 
 "So you knew exactly who to listen to, right?" I asked.
 
 "Of course!" she said.
 
 I leaned forward, looking at her intently.  "Did you like that
better?  Did you like knowing exactly who to listen to, not worrying
about which person was the one you should obey?"
 
 She thought about it for quite a while, then nodded her head.
 
 "Are you sorry you don't have that any more?" I asked.
 
 She nodded, grabbing another tissue.
 
 I sat back and thought for a few minutes.  Laura just sat there
sniffling, while Kari had a self-satisfied expression on her face.
Just then Cheri came in and said, "Dinner is ready, Jake."
 
 "I need a few more minutes.  Go make sure that everything stays warm
and I'll let you know when we're ready," I instructed.
 
 "She listens to you, too," Laura observed after a moment.
 
 I nodded.
 
 "Why?" she asked again.
 
 "Cheri!" I called.
 
 "Yes, Jake," she said, rushing back into the room.
 
 "Laura, ask Cheri your question," I told her.
 
 "Why do you listen to Jake?" she asked.
 
 Cheri looked at me, concerned, but I said, "Tell her the truth."
 
 "Because he told me to," she told Laura.
 
 "He told you to listen to him?" Laura asked.
 
 "He gave me someone to listen to," Cheri explained.
 
 Laura looked at me questioningly, and I told her, "Ask her anything
that you want.  I'll let her know if I don't want her to answer.
 
 "Do you listen to anyone else?" Laura asked her.
 
 Cheri looked at me again, and I nodded. "Yes, I do," she told Laura.
 
 "Why do you do that?" Laura queried.
 
 "Because Jake told me to," she replied.
 
 "Why did he do that?" Laura asked, surprised.
 
 "Because he can't be with me all the time, and he knows that I need
someone to always tell me what to do.  Besides, there was something
that he wanted, and by telling me to obey someone else, he got it."
 
 "Who else do you listen to?" Laura asked.
 
 Cheri looked at me again.  "I said that I would tell you if I didn't
want you to answer something.  Don't ask me again, or I'll have to
punish you."
 
 Cheri blushed, but said, "I obey my other daughter, Helen, around the
house, and I obey Karen about sexual matters."
 
 Laura's eyes whipped to Kari, who was smiling slightly.
 
 "Sexual matters?  Laura asked Cheri.
 
 "Jake has placed Kari in charge of my body," Cheri explained.  "It is
her responsibility to ensure that I'm always ready for Jake."
 
 "And you let her?" Laura asked.
 
 Cheri got a surprised look on her face.  "Of course!  Jake told me
 to!"
 
 "You may go back to the kitchen, Cheri," I instructed.
 
 I took another drink of my soda while I watched Laura processing
everything that she had learned.
 
 "Tell me more about your mother," I instructed a little later.
 
 "What do you want to know?" Laura asked.
 
 "Where do you live?" I asked.
 
 "In an apartment over on Ascot," she answered.  Ascot was in the bad
side of town.  It wasn't a slum or anything like that, and it was
relatively safe, but it was definitely for the lower middle class,
people who just couldn't afford any better.
 
 "What does she do for a living?" I asked.
 
 "She works as a filing clerk in an office downtown," she said.
 
 "Did she go to college?" I asked.
 
 "No, she married my father right out of high school," she explained.
"He never let her have a job.  After he left, she got her first job."
 
 "Does your father pay child support or alimony?" I asked.
 
 "No!" she exclaimed, looking at me like I was insane.  "We don't even
know where he is."
 
 "When was the first time you had sex?" I asked, changing the subject.
 
 "I guess I was 11," she said.
 
 "Who was it with?" I asked.
 
 "Some older boys from the neighborhood.  These came in early," she
said, gesturing at her perfect breasts.  "Some of the older kids got
interested in me.  They said they wanted to play a game with me.  They
had me undress and they felt me up all over.  One of them stuck a
finger in me, and it hurt and bled.
 
 "Later they made me suck on their cocks, telling me to pretend they
were lollipops.  Soon they started sticking their cocks in me."
 
 "Was this before or after your father had gone?" I asked.
 
 "After!" she exclaimed.  "They never would have tried that with my
father there to protect me! He would have killed them!"
 
 Even more interesting!
 
 "What happened after that?" I asked.
 
 "They kept it up, and brought more friends.  I guess that people knew
that I would do what they wanted, because a lot of the kids started
having sex with me."
 
 "Anyone older?" I asked.
 
 "There was a neighbor who was older, like his 50's I guess.  He asked
me to come in, and then he had sex with me.  He also was the first one
to do me in the butt."
 
 "Did your mother know?" I asked.
 
 "Not then.  She was working a lot."
 
 "When did she find out?" I asked.
 
 "I guess about a year later, when I got pregnant," she said.
 
 "What did she do?" I asked.
 
 "She demanded to know who had gotten me pregnant," Laura explained.
"I told her I didn't know, and then I told her everything.  She took
me to get an abortion, and she got me on the pill.  She also gave me a
big box of rubbers and told me to use them."
 
 "Did you?" I asked.
 
 "I tried, but some of the boys didn't want me to," she explained.
"Mom also went to the old guy and threatened him or something, because
he didn't want me around any more."
 
 "Then what happened?" I asked.
 
 "Nothing much," Laura said.  "I kept going to school, kept sleeping
with guys.  I guess she wanted me to have a fresh start or something,
because she moved us here before I started high school."
 
 "Did she tell you to stop having sex?" I asked.
 
 "She did once, but then she seemed to realize that I couldn't stop
 it," Laura explained.
 
 I sat back and said, "That's enough for now. Let's go eat dinner."
 
 +++++
 
 Cheri had prepared a very lovely meal.  The conversation at dinner
was about how Laura was enjoying the new school and the new town.
After dinner I asked Laura, "Does your mother have any plans for
tomorrow night?"
 
 "Not that I know of. Probably not," she replied.
 
 "Fine, Laura, call your mother now and tell her that Cheri is
bringing you home," I instructed.  "Tell her that Cheri would like to
meet her. Cheri, I want you to take Laura home, and invite her mother
and her to dinner tomorrow night.  Try and get her to agree to come."
 
 "Yes, Jake," she said.  She took Laura to the phone and went to get
 her shoes on.
 
 While she was gone, I sat and chatted with Kari.  "Did that go about
the way that you wanted?" I asked.
 
 "Almost," she said.  "I thought that you would take her."
 
 "Take her?" I asked.
 
 "Have sex with her, and make her yours," she said.
 
 "You think that I can't make her mine without sex?" I asked with a
 raised eyebrow.
 
 "That's not what I meant," she said hurriedly.  "I just thought that
it would be good for her if she had you in her life.  You seemed to
think that was what she needed too!"
 
 "Don't worry, I'm proud of you," I told her.  She looked relieved.
"Let's wait until your mom gets home."
 
 We sat and watched mindless TV for about 45 minutes, until Cheri
 walked in the door.
 
 "How did it go?" I asked.
 
 "She seemed reluctant, but I convinced her to come over," Cheri said.
"She's a very nice lady, if a little meek."
 
 "Who's the pot, and who's the kettle here?" I asked with a smile.
 
 "You're going to like her," she said, sitting next to me with her
feet curled up underneath her butt.  "She must have had Laura when she
was a baby.  She can't be much over 30, and she looks younger.  She
wasn't dressed sexily, but I could tell that she had a hot body
underneath."
 
 "Interested in her?" I asked with a smile.
 
 "Would it make a difference?" she asked with a smile.  "When you tell
me to sleep with her, you know that I will anyway."
 
 "You're sure that I am going to end up asking you to sleep with her?"
I asked.  She just put on her Mona Lisa smile.
 
 "Kari, get me the phone," I said.  Kari ran and got me the cordless
phone.  I punched in the number and my mother answered.
 
 "Mom, I'm going to stay with Cheri and Kari tonight. ... Yes, they've
both been very good girls, and I need to reward them." Cheri yipped in
pleasure and Kari launched herself at me.
 
 After I hung up I said, "I want you both upstairs in Cheri's bed,
completely naked and ready for me, now!"
 
 They ran off, and I followed the trail of clothing upstairs.  I spent
the rest of the night doing my damndest to see that they realized how
good I thought they were.
 


Chapter Thirty-Three: Introducing Suzy



 I went home in the morning to change my clothes and do a bit of
homework, but I was back at Cheri's house early Saturday afternoon.  I
went to the kitchen, where I got a delicious hug from Cheri.
 
 "So what are your plans tonight?" she asked me.
 
 "I'm not completely sure," I said.  "I want you to get to know
Laura's mother.  I suspect, based on what Laura told me, she is a lot
like you, though I suspect her life's been much harder."
 
 "A lot like me, huh?  And how am I?" she asked querulously.
 
 "You," I said, grabbing her around her waist and pulling her into a
hug, "are a submissive little slut, who loves being told what to do."
 
 I kissed her lightly on her lips, and she wrapped her arms around me.
"And is there anything that you want to tell this submissive little
slut to do before she is cast aside for a cuter model?"
 
 "Is that what you think I'm looking to do?" I asked.  "Do you
seriously think that I'd 'cast you aside', for any kind of model?"
 
 She just dropped her eyes, refusing to look at me.  I lifted her chin
with my finger and made her look at me.  "I have no intention of
adding Laura's mother to my little harem, and if it works out that it
does happen, she could in no way replace you!  I'm not letting you go
until I think that it would be better for you not to be with me."
 
 "Really," she asked hopefully.
 
 "Really," I said, kissing her gently on the lips.
 
 "Do you promise?" she asked urgently.
 
 "I do," I said.
 
 "You promise that you won't make me leave you until it would be
better for me not to be with you?" she repeated.
 
 "I said that I do," I repeated.
 
 "Oh, Jake!" she squealed, and she plastered her body to mine and gave
me a soul wrenching kiss.  Then she dropped to her knees and started
working on getting my pants open.
 
 "What are you doing?" I asked, though I had a pretty good idea.
 
 "Please let me!" she begged.  Â"You've made me so happy; please let
me show you how good I can be for you!"
 
 She pulled my pants off and sucked my cock into her mouth.  She
sucked for a few minutes, but she did it almost impatiently.  Then she
pulled me to the floor and pulled my clothes off.  She was wearing
only a skirt and a top, so when she whipped her top off she was nearly
naked.  She didn't wait to get all the way naked, she practically
jumped on me as she straddled my hips and pushed herself down onto my
cock.  She was steaming and wet and I slid all the way in on the first
stroke.  Surprisingly, with the minimal foreplay we'd had, she was
coming before she completed the first stroke.  She didn't let that
slow her down, however, as she started posting on my cock.  I grabbed
a tit and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
 
 "Please, put a finger in my ass," she begged.  She was being
particularly aggressive this afternoon, demanding more than she
usually did.  Nevertheless, I had no problem accommodating her, and
she had no problem accommodating my finger.
 
 She pulled her breast out of my mouth and slammed her tongue deep
into my throat, cumming again.  She was a complete wild woman,
grinding onto me with amazing passion.  "Oh, I'm going to cum in you,
you witch woman!" I told her.
 
 "Do it, cum in me!  Cum in me, my master!" she yelled.  Then she sat
completely straight up and shrieked so loud that the neighbors must
have heard her, grinding herself down onto me as she came with me.
 
 As I finished cumming, I heard, "Oh God!" I looked up and saw Helen
standing there, a disgusted look on her face, with Kari behind her,
grinning.
 
 "Can't you do that in your room, Mom?" she asked.  I realized that
while this was not the first time that Helen had seen me together with
her mother, it was the most public display; the other occurrences
happened when she walked by Cheri's room and I had not closed the door
all the way. At those times, she just walked by.
 
 Cheri surprised me by jumping off of me, leaving my still hard cock
flopping against my stomach.  "No, we will not!" Cheri told her
daughter.  "You have to get it through your head that Jake owns me,
and as my owner, he is in charge of everything that I have!  If he
chooses to let me fuck him in any room, at any time, that is what we
are going to do, and I am not going to do anything that might
disappoint him, or prevent him from doing me as much as he wants!"
 
 Now Helen was really surprised.  She had gotten used to her mother
obeying her, or at least being somewhat meek when telling her to do
things, and this Cheri was a completely different beast.
 
 "No, Cheri, she's right," I said, propping myself up.  "Helen lives
here too, and she should not have to put up with the sight of her
mother fucking her classmate.  It's bad enough when a kid thinks of
their parents having sex!  I'm sorry, Helen."
 
 "Um, that's OK," Helen said, moving her eyes between my eyes and my
shrinking cock.  "I just heard her screaming and I thought that she
had hurt herself."
 
 Cheri looked over at me and asked, "Helen, could you please go out?
I need to clean Jake off." Then, without waiting to see what Helen's
response was, she walked back to me, dropped to her knees next to me,
and sucked my sticky cock into her mouth.  Helen had not left when
asked, but she did when she caught me looking at her watching her
mother.  She had seen my cock in other people's mouths, but this was
her mother. Kari did not bother to leave, but she'd done the cleaning
herself many times in the past.
 
 I pulled Cheri off of my cock and asked, "What brought all this on?"
 
 "Before, I thought that you were just playing with me until something
better came along.  Now I know that it's for real!" she exclaimed.
 
 "Of course it's for real!" I said.
 
 "I told her that before," Kari said.  "What did you do to make her
 change her mind?"
 
 "He promised that he wouldn't ever make me leave until it was the
right thing for me!"  Cheri said ecstatically.
 
 "Oh, boy," Kari said.  "You are going to have a very hard time ever
convincing her that she would be better without you."
 
 I shrugged.  I meant what I said.
 
 "Now I think that I should get dressed," I said.  "I think it might
shock Laura's mom to find me like this." As I started getting my
clothes on, Cheri reached for her shirt.  "Not you," I reprimanded
her.  "You can slip that on when the doorbell rings."
 
 "Yes, Jake," Cheri said happily, going back to cooking dinner.
 
  +++++
  
 The rest of the dinner preparations went smoothly, and the view was
very nice as well.  Finally, the doorbell rang, and Cheri went to
answer it.  She didn't put her shirt back on until she reached the
front door.  She slipped it on, then opened the door.  "Hello Laura.
Hello, Renee," she said.  "Won't you come in?"
 
 Kari had been with us, and Helen came down when the doorbell rang.
Cheri turned to us and said, "I'd like to introduce you to my
daughters, Karen and Helen, and this is Jake.  This is Renee Crane."
 
 "Pleased to meet you," she said.  Cheri had not been exaggerating; it
was clear where her daughter got her looks from.
 
 "I'm going over to Gemma's for the night," Helen informed everyone
before disappearing out the door.  We went to the living room, and I
said, "Cheri, get a coke for me and Laura, and a diet coke for Kari.
Can Cheri get anything for you, Renee?  Perhaps a white wine?"
 
 She looked at me, surprised, and said, "White wine would be fine."
 
 "Get one for yourself, too," I instructed Cheri.
 
 While she was gone, Renee asked, "Are you Karen's brother?"
 
 "No," I said, with no further explanation.
 
 Cheri came back in and gave me my soda first, then served Renee,
Laura and then Kari.  She took her white wine and sat across from me.
 
 "How do you know Laura?" Renee asked, not quite sure who to look at.
 
 "Kari and Laura were introduced by a friend of Laura's from school,
and I met Laura when she came over last night," I explained.
 
 Renee looked at Kari and asked, "Do you go to school with Laura?"
 
 "No, I graduated last year," Kari said.  "I was visiting Gemma when
she brought Laura over.  I knew right away that I had to have her
over."
 
 "Why is that?" Renee asked.
 
 "We are somewhat kindred sprits," she said with a small smile.
 
 "Laura says that you just moved into town," Cheri said.  "How do you
 like it so far?"
 
 "It's all right," she replied.  "You saw my apartment last night;
it's not as nice as your house, but my job is OK, and it's a lot
better than the last place we lived." She glanced over at Laura before
she said, "At least so far."
 
 "Will your husband be home soon?" Renee asked.
 
 "Oh, my husband is no longer the head of this household," Cheri said.
 
 Renee looked confused by Cheri's turn of phrase, but she turned to me
and asked, "Are you in school with Laura, Jake?"
 
 "Yes, I'm a junior," I answered.  "I hadn't met Laura before, but I'm
glad now that I have." Laura blushed.
 
 "Shall we eat?" I asked rhetorically.  We went to the dining room,
where Cheri seated me at the head of the table, Laura on one side of
me and Kari on the other.  Renee sat next to Laura, and Cheri sat at
the foot of the table.  As she brought the food out, she served it in
the same order that she provided the drinks; me, Renee, Laura, Kari
and then herself.
 
 We chatted about inconsequential things, though I made it a point of
dominating the conversation.  Kari, Cheri and Laura naturally allowed
me, and Renee started to follow their lead.  At dessert, Renee's
curiosity finally overcame her fear.  She asked Cheri, "So is Jake
related to you?"
 
 "No.  He's the head of the household," Cheri said.
 
 "What do you mean?" Renee asked, confused.  I gave Cheri a nod to
 continue.
 
 "Do you think that you are the only one who needs someone to take
control?" Cheri asked gently.
 
 Renee gasped, and covered her mouth.  "W-w-what do you mean?" Renee
 stuttered.
 
 Cheri put her hand on Renee's and said, "It's OK, Renee.  I'm very
much like you, but I was luckier.  My husband was good to me,
controlling but not abusive, at least until he found someone younger
and prettier."
 
 Renee nodded in understanding, but I said, "Younger only."
 
 Cheri blushed and continued.  "Then I got even luckier and found
 Jake."
 
 Renee looked at me wildly.  "Jake is your master?"
 
 "I don't usually call him that, but for all intents and purposes,
 yes."
 
 "And do you, ...." Renee asked.
 
 Cheri answered, "Sleep with him?  Yes.  As often as I can."
 
 "And your daughters know and don't mind?" Renee asked.
 
 "Helen did at the beginning and still does sometimes, like this
afternoon when she walked into the kitchen and found me riding Jake,"
Cheri said with a fond smile at me.  "Karen, on the other hand, has no
standing to mind, considering that she considers, no, considered
herself more of Jake's slave then I did."
 
 "Jake sleeps with both of you?" Renee asked in a hushed voice.
 
 "Yes, and he does quite a good job of it," Kari interjected.
 
 "But why are you telling me all of this?" Renee asked.
 
 "For two reasons," Cheri answered.  "First, I think you need to know
people who are like you, and see that you can have someone who
controls, but doesn't abuse."
 
 "And second, and more importantly," Kari said, "because of Laura."
 
 "Laura?  What about Laura?" Renee asked fearfully.
 
 "Surely you know that Laura is just like you," Kari said as Laura
looked down at the table.  "No, actually, she is much worse than you."
 
 "She's not that bad!" Renee said.
 
 "Laura, tell your mother how many boys you've had sex with since
school started," Kari instructed.
 
 "Five," Laura responded quietly.
 
 "Laura, no!" Renee cried.
 
 "How many wore condoms?" Cheri pressed.
 
 "Three," Laura replied.
 
 "And if Jake had not intervened last night?" Kari asked.
 
 "I would have had sex with Mark, without a condom," Laura said.
 
 "I thought we talked about this, Laura!" Renee said, anguish in her
voice.  "I thought you were going to stop!"
 
 "She can't help herself," I said.  Renee looked at me, tears dripping
down her face.  "You, of all people, should understand what that's
like."
 
 She nodded.
 
 "I know people like Laura," I said.  "If they're not protected, they
can be badly hurt.  Laura needs protection."
 
 "And you are going to protect her?" Renee asked.
 
 I nodded.
 
 "And in return, you get a sex slave that you can abuse?" she asked
 snidely.
 
 "What I get is a beautiful girl who will obey me completely," I said.
"But that doesn't mean I abuse her.  And it's not like I need another
slave girl."
 
 "What do you mean?" Renee asked.
 
 "Tops Off!" I announced.  Within seconds, both Cheri and Kari had
their tops off.  "I already have two slaves in this house, and another
at home.  If I wanted relief right now, both of them would be under
the table, fighting with each other to see who could have my cock down
their throat first.  I think that you'd agree that both of them are
quite beautiful, and I can guarantee that both are very talented.
 
 "I don't need Laura, but she needs me.  If she went to school on
Monday, she'd have a cock in her, likely unprotected, before the
school day was out.  And for the rest of the year, she'd be passed
around like a piece of meat, used until they were tired of her, then
passed to the next person, maybe a toy at a party?" Both Laura and
Renee blushed; this was clearly something that they had both already
experienced.
 
 "But what if you get angry?  What if she doesn't obey you?" Renee
 asked.
 
 "One thing that I've been taught well is that you never discipline
someone when you are angry.  However, if she misbehaves, then she will
be punished," I said.
 
 "But you said you wouldn't abuse her," Renee accused.
 
 "I won't abuse her like you were abused; beatings for random reasons.
However sometimes you need to discipline a charge, and I will do
that," I explained.
 
 "You won't beat her?  How will you punish her?" Renee asked.
 
 "Cheri, why don't you tell Renee how you've been punished before," I
 said.
 
 "I've been spanked," Cheri told Renee.  "I've been marked with a
crop.  I've been tied down and used for sex."
 
 "Those sound like abuse!" Renee observed.
 
 "Not the way that he does it," Cheri said, looking fondly at me.
"But those are the easy punishments.  There are much worse!"
 
 "Worse?" asked Renee.
 
 "For instance, being tied down and not being used for sex!  He tied
me down, then spent hours making Karen cum over and over again, all
while I couldn't get relief," Cheri said.  "And once he took me out
wearing only a skirt, shirt and shoes, with a butt plug up my ass,
vibrating gently.  Then he took me shopping, picked out a dozen
outfits, and made me go try them on, and it was one of those bullpen
changing rooms!"
 
 "No!" Renee exclaimed.
 
 I noticed Cheri slip her hand beneath the table.  "Yes!" she said.
"He made me change slowly into each outfit, then come out and show
him.  And the bastard had a remote on the butt plug, so not only did
the ladies all stare at me as I changed, but they watched me cum as he
turned the intensity up!"
 
 "And that humiliation isn't abuse?" Renee demanded of me.
 
 "Cheri, show Renee your hand," I demanded.  Cheri looked at me
guiltily, but took her hand out from beneath the table and showed it
to Renee.
 
 "What about it?" Renee asked, not noticing the glistening fluid.
 
 "Let her smell," I instructed.
 
 Cheri ran her fingers under Renee's nose, and Renee said, "Oh!"
 
 "Cheri gets very turned on by small humiliations," I explained.  "I
don't believe that punishments can't also be somewhat enjoyable."
 
 Renee mulled that over for a few minutes, then turned to me and
whispered, "So, what's going to happen now?"
 
 "Laura, Kari and I are going to go upstairs to Kari's room, and we
are going to discuss my requirements of Laura and how I expect her to
behave.  I want you and Cheri to stay down here, have some coffee, and
chat about your lives.  In addition, I expect you to spend at least
one day a weekend with Cheri."
 
 "What if I don't?" Renee asked rebelliously.
 
 "I am not in charge of you, so nothing will happen to you," I
explained.  "But if Cheri can't convince you to spend the time with
her, then instead of being with you one day out of each weekend, she
will be punished for that day."
 
 "That's blackmail!" Renee complained.
 
 "I use the tools that I have to achieve my goals," I explained.
 
 "Fine!" Renee huffed.
 
 I stood up and held my hands out to Kari and Laura.  I told Cheri,
"You may put your top back on if that would make Renee more
comfortable." I looked at Renee and said, "Or she may take hers off if
she chooses." Then I walked upstairs with Laura and Kari following.
 
 +++++
 
 When we got to Kari's room, I sat on the bed as the girls stood in
the middle of the room.  Laura was fidgeting nervously as I looked at
her.
 
 "So what do you think?" I asked Laura.
 
 "About what?" she asked.
 
 "About what I said downstairs," I replied.  "I was very rude, and I
was talking about you as if you weren't there.  Also, I made decisions
about you without consulting you.  How do you feel about that?"
 
 She shrugged.
 
 "Not good enough," I said.  "If we do what I want, it will change
your life completely.  You may not like making decisions, or you may
prefer others to do it for you, but this is one that you are going to
have to make yourself.  Tell me how you feel about it."
 
 "OK, I guess," she said, shrugging again.
 
 I sighed.  "Do you understand what this implies?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.  I raised an eyebrow and she said, "Yes.  I have to
 listen to you."
 
 I sighed again.  "Kari, maybe you can explain?"
 
 Kari turned, and then turned Laura to face her.  "You don't just have
to listen," she explained.  "You have to obey.  You have to obey
completely.  You have to put yourself in Jake's complete control.  You
no longer are the person who makes decisions for yourself.  All
decisions are either made by Jake, or made by you because that is what
you think that Jake would want.  You are no longer your own woman.
You belong to Jake.  Do you understand that?"
 
 "Yes, I do.  It's not much different than now," she said.
 
 "But it is!" Kari disputed.  "What would you do if you were sitting
in class and Mark or someone like him leaned over and told you to take
off your shirt?"
 
 "I guess I would ignore him?" Laura replied.
 
 "That's right," Kari said.  "But what would happen if tomorrow Jake
was in your class, and he told you to take your shirt off?"
 
 Laura looked at me.  "I would have to take it off?"
 
 "That's right," Kari affirmed.  "And if you didn't, he would punish
you, and since you had disobeyed him in a public place, it would most
likely be a very public punishment.  From now on, you shouldn't even
think about it when Jake tells you something, you just do it!"
 
 Laura looked a little doubtful, so I said, "Kari, masturbate."
 
 Within a second, Kari had dropped to the floor, spread her legs and
flipped her skirt up.  One finger drilled into her, while her thumb
massaged her clit.  Laura looked down at her in shock, and I watched
both of them.  Kari got really close to cumming, when I said, "Stop!"
 
 Kari pulled her hand away, rolled over and crawled to me and begged,
"Please Jake, I'm so close!  Please let me cum!  Please!"
 
 "No," I said.  "Go stand back next to Laura.  And clean your fingers
off!" She went back to where she was standing before, licking her
fingers until they were clean.  She turned to face me, and Laura
followed her lead.
 
 "Do you understand what you are getting yourself into?" I asked.
 
 Laura nodded.
 
 "Do you need time to think it over?" I asked.
 
 "Can I just ask one question?" Laura requested.
 
 "You should ask all the questions that you need, so that you
understand what you are getting into," I informed her.
 
 "I just need one question answered," she said.  "Will you protect
 me?"
 
 "From what?" I asked.
 
 "From other people that I don't listen to?" she said.
 
 "Like Mark?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Yes, I will protect you," I said.  "I will make sure, to the best of
my ability, that no one does anything to you that I don't want done.
Understand that doesn't mean protecting you from things that you don't
want done.  If I want Mark to fuck you up the ass, I will give him
permission, and your only question should be with lube or without.  Do
you understand?"
 
 She nodded and said, "I agree."
 
 "To what?" I asked.
 
 "I agree to allow you to make all decisions for me," Laura said.  "I
agree to obey you completely."
 
 "Do you believe her, Kari?" I asked.
 
 "I do," Kari nodded.
 
 I examined Laura for bit longer, as she stood nervously looking at
me.  "Strip, both of you," I demanded.  Kari was quick, but she only
had a skirt on.  Laura took a bit longer to start, and she had to take
off her shirt, her bra, her socks and shoes, her pants and panties.
Finally, she was standing nude, next to an equally nude Kari.
 
 I examined her body slowly.  Her breasts were the perfect size, and
they were topped with long, hard nipples.  Her bra was thickly padded,
and I suspected it was to hide how long her nipples got.  She was
trim, though not muscled; there were definitely curves.  Her pubic
hair was brown and a bit bushy.  Despite her height, her feet were
pretty small and very cute.
 
 They stood there, Kari confidently, Laura nervously.  Laura slowly
 raised her hand.
 
 "Laura, this is not school.  You don't need to raise your hand to get
permission to talk.  Your first instruction, well, first long term
instruction, is that you must be free to ask me what you are thinking.
Do you understand?"
 
 She nodded, then asked, "Will I need to be marked as well?"
 
 I looked over at Kari's pubic mound, and the tattooed JG.  I looked
up at Laura and said, "No, the marking was not my idea.  Kari chose to
do it to demonstrate to me that she intended this relationship to be
permanent.  You are not required nor expected to be marked like this,
though that does give me an idea."
 
 I got up and walked over in front of her.  I stood very close and
said, "One more time, I am going to give you a chance.  Do you
understand that when you accepted, you gave up everything?  I will
force you to change yourself in a number of ways.  If your mother
gives you instructions that contradict mine, you will obey me, not
your mother.  Your past is gone, and I am your future.  Do you
understand?"
 
 She nodded.
 
 "One thing that I will demand, to show that your past is gone, is
that you give up your name.  You will no longer be Laura; you will
only go by a name that I choose.  Do you understand?"
 
 She nodded.
 
 "And do you still agree?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "Say it," I demanded.
 
 "I agree," the girl who used to be Laura said.  "I am yours and
everything that I had is gone."
 
 "Very well," I said.  "You are no longer Laura.  You don't have a
name until I give you one."
 
 I stepped back and looked her up and down.  "Kari, you are in charge
of fixing her up.  Her bush will remain until I've slept with her, but
I want it trimmed back a little."  I walked around her.  "Monday
morning I want you to make a doctors appointment for her; I want her
tested for sexually transmitted diseases, and I want her given a
physical.  You should be there with her, to ensure that she answers
any questions.
 
 "After school on Monday, I want you to take her to get a manicure and
pedicure.  I also want you to teach her how to use makeup better." I
came around the front to look at my new girl.
 
 "Also this week, I want you to take her to be marked," I said.  "It
won't be permanent, but it will be a reminder to her.  I want a henna
tattoo across her lower back, which says 'Jake's'.  You can have it
embellished with flowers or designs; I'll leave that to you."
 
 I took my girl's hand and led her in front of the full length mirror.
"Give me your charm," I instructed Kari.  Despite the tattoo, she
still wore her JG charm on a necklace.  She handed it to me and I
kissed her.  "I promise you that I'll get you another one," I
whispered.  She smiled at me.
 
 I reached in front of the girl who used to be Laura and draped the
chain around her neck.  "This will let everyone know that you are
mine, Suzy," I whispered in her ear.
 
 She lifted her hand and fingered the gold JG charm.  "Thank you,
 Jake," she said.
 
 "You're welcome, Suzy," I said aloud.
 
 "Oh, I like the name Suzy!" Kari said excitedly, jumping up and down,
clapping.  Her jumping up and down reminded me that I was surrounded
by nude girls.
 
 "Stay here," I instructed Suzy.  I took Kari and walked to her
closet.  I had her help me pick out an outfit for Suzy.  Her feet were
slightly larger than Suzy's, but she had a pair of sandals that would
be close enough.
 
 I had Suzy turn around, away from the mirror, and she slipped on the
white button down shirt.  It was an opaque shirt, but I had her leave
the top three buttons open, exposing the top of her breasts.  I then
had her slip on a light turquoise pleated skirt.  Finally, I slipped
on a pair of white sandals that strapped halfway up her calves.
 
 I turned her around and we examined her in the mirror.  As I said,
the tops of her breasts were exposed, and nestled between them was the
gold JG.  I stepped back and said, "Twirl."
 
 Suzy looked at my questioningly, and I twirled my finger in the air,
demonstrating.  She twirled slowly.  "Faster," I said, and as I
expected, the skirt flew up, exposing her pussy and ass.
 
 "This is the outfit that I want you to wear to school on Monday," I
told her.  "Pants are a no-no anymore, so you'll have to do a little
shopping." Her face fell a little.  "What's wrong?"
 
 "I don't have too much money saved up," she said.
 
 "You're mine now, and I'll make sure you're dressed appropriately," I
informed her.  "Kari, take her shopping and let me know what the bill
comes to."
 
 "Yes, Jake," Kari replied with a smile.
 
 "When you're in school, you'll have to be careful not to bend over
too deeply or turn too fast," I warned Suzy.
 
 "What do you mean?" she asked.
 
 "I don't want people seeing your pussy, do you?" I asked.
 
 "But, but ..." she protested.
 
 "Or your butt," I said with a smile.  "I said this is the outfit that
you are to wear, and this is all that you will wear.  Do you
understand?"
 
 "Yes, Jake," she said in the exact same tone that Kari had used.
 
 I stepped behind her again, and we both watched her as I ran my
fingers lightly across her nipples.  She gasped and I watched as her
nipples started poking through her blouse.  The shirt was completely
opaque, and you could not see any pink, but her long nipples clearly
tented the shirt.  "Perfect," I said.  Suzy blushed red.
 
 "What are you going to do if a boy comes up to you in school and
says, 'I know a place we could go together, come with me'?" I asked.
 
 "Um, I'd say no?" she said uncertainly.
 
 "That would be acceptable," I told her, "but I know that sometimes
you have problems saying no, so instead, I will say no.  Anytime that
you think there is a situation that I would not approve of, I want you
to say, 'My boyfriend won't let me do that.' Say it."
 
 "My boyfriend won't let me do that," she whispered in a surprised
 tone.
 
 "Again," I demanded.
 
 "My boyfriend won't let me do that," she said more loudly.
 
 "Again!" I repeated
 
 "My boyfriend won't let me do that," she said practically shouted, a
 smile on her face.
 
 "Kari, ask Suzy to do something,," I instructed.
 
 Kari sat on the bed, pushed herself back, spread her legs and spread
her pussy lips and demanded, "Get over here you frosh, and lick my
pussy!"
 
 Suzy stood up straighter and said, "No!  My boyfriend won't let me do
 that!"
 
 Kari jumped up and said excitedly, "That's perfect!" She grabbed Suzy
in a hug and planted a kiss on her lips.  "Just remember that and
you'll be able to handle almost anything!"
 
 I smiled at both of them as well.  "Now there is one more thing to
take care of before we introduce you downstairs," I told Suzy.
 
 I took Kari's hand and pulled her back to the bed, pushing her down
so that her torso was lying face down on the bed while her knees were
on the floor.  I kicked her legs open as I undid and dropped my pants.
I kneeled behind her and pushed my cock in halfway, pulled it out
nearly to the end, then sunk it all the way in.
 
 "Stand here!" I instructed an open-mouthed Suzy, indicating a spot
next the bed near Kari's head, where I could see her and she could see
what I was doing.  As I began stroking into the very pleased Kari, I
told Suzy, "I understand that it was not your fault, but you may not
be safe.  Until we get all the test results back from the doctor, you
are not to have sex of any kind.  No intercourse, no blow jobs, no
pussy licking, no handjobs.  In fact, I don't want you to touch
yourself sexually in any way.  When you come back clean and I have sex
with you for the first time, I want you so primed that you are ready
to explode.  Do you understand?"
 
 She nodded, her eyes on the spot where Kari and I were joined.  Kari
had not completely come down from her masturbation exercise, so she
was quickly ramping back up to an orgasm, and from the way she was
breathing and moving, it looked like it would be a doozy.
 
 "You may not be able to have sex," I told Suzy, "but I am under no
such restriction.  Seeing you nude had me very excited, but since you
are not safe yet, I had to use this convenient cum dump." Kari groaned
upon hearing that, her excitement ratcheting up a notch.
 
 I shoved a thumb against her asshole while slipping a hand under her
and pressing down on her clit.  Kari exploded, screaming, bucking her
body all around.  She was just starting to come down when I pumped my
cum into her.  I rested on her back for a minute before I got up and
walked to her head.  I pulled her head up by her hair and pushed my
cock into her mouth, allowing her a minute to clean off the slimy mess
that we had made.
 
  When she was done, I slapped her ass and said, "Get up you lazy
slut!  It's time to introduce everyone to Suzy."
  
 We walked down the stairs, me in the clothes that I had gone up with,
Suzy in the new clothes that I had picked out, and Kari naked, cum
running down her thighs.  We hit the bottom of the stairs, and I saw
that the ladies were in the living room.  We went over, the two of
them observing the girls' condition.
 
 "You know, you really should use a gag when we have guests over,"
Cheri observed.  "Kari is very loud."
 
 I gestured from Cheri to Kari and said, "Pot, meet Kettle.  Kettle -
 Pot."
 
 "I'm not that loud!" Cheri protested.
 
 "Shall we try it and let the others judge?" I asked.
 
 Cheri demurred, though I noticed Renee's eyes widening at our byplay.
Cheri had her shirt back on, though I admit I'd hoped that Renee would
take hers off.
 
 I sat down across from Renee and said, "Renee, we need to talk about
 your daughter."
 
 "Yes?" she said nervously.
 
 "Do you agree with what I said before?" I asked.
 
 "I guess so," she said.  "I've been talking to Cheryl a little bit,
and I'm willing to give it a try and see what happens."
 
 "OK, but you have to understand that there are going to be
significant changes with your daughter," I said.
 
 "Like what?" she asked.
 
 "Like from now on she obeys me first and foremost," I stated.  "If
there is a conflict in instructions between you and me, she will obey
me, not you.  Are you OK with that?"
 
 "I don't think that will happen very often, at least I hope not, so
 I'm OK," she said.
 
 "Something more intrusive is that I want her to understand that she
is embarking on a new phase in her life," I said.  "I want her to
become a completely different girl from who she once was.  Therefore,
I've taken away her name, and given her a new one.  Meet Suzy Crane."
 
 "Suzy?" Renee asked.
 
 "Do you have a problem with the name?" I asked.
 
 "No, it's just going to be hard to get used to," she replied.
 
 "Do you have any other issues with what I'm doing?" I asked.
 
 "I guess not," she said.
 
 "Then you can stay and chat with Kari if you please, or you can go if
you choose, but I am going to take Cheri upstairs and see if she can
be any quieter than her daughter." Kari grinned, though Suzy and Renee
looked shocked.  When I left a half hour later, they were still
downstairs, and they agreed that the mother was at least as loud as
the daughter.
 
 +++++
 
 When I got home, it wasn't too late, so I called Gemma.  "Was I
 right?" she asked.
 
 "As always, you were," I said.
 
 "So you are going to take her under your wing?" she asked.
 
 "I have, and I need your help with it," I replied.
 
 "What can I do?" she asked.
 
 "I made her a JG," I said.
 
 "You can't do that!" she said.  Surprising as it might be, I did not
pick who would be a JG; the JGs did that themselves, based on who they
perceived to be appropriate.  To date, I have had no reason to
complain, because they picked all the members that I would have, but
the way that they did it was to wait and see if I was going to
continue with them, and if the girl fit in with their group.  That is
why all the girls who thought that throwing themselves at me just so
that they could be in with the popular girls were out of luck.  If
they somehow made it past me, then they would be caught by the JGs.
And that was also why there would be some surprise and consternation
about the JGs with Suzy's inclusion, since I had never before made the
decision.
 
 "I had to," I explained.  "You said yourself that she needed to be
protected.  This is the best way to protect her."
 
 "Or to make her the target of envy from the other girls," Gemma said.
 
 "Perhaps, but she needs the protection from physical attacks more
than emotional," I pointed out.  "She is already fairly low
emotionally, which is where I need help from you.  I need to you
contact all the other JGs and tell them about Suzy so that they are
not surprised.  I need you to explain that she will need special
attention; they need to watch out for her like they would a little
sister, to make sure that no one takes advantage of her.
 
 "Who is Suzy?" Gemma asked, confused.
 
 "Sorry, I forgot," I said.  "Laura is no more.  I took her name, and
gave her the name Suzy."
 
 "You could pick any name, and you picked Suzy?" she asked.
 
 "Kari liked it," I said.
 
 "No, I'm just teasing you.  It's a very nice name.  But back to the
JGs, it might make some of them jealous if I told them that you said
she was special," Gemma said.
 
 "I thought there was no jealousy between you," I asked.
 
 "That's because all of us are equal, and we know that," she
explained.  "You don't play favorites, so there is nothing to be
jealous about, but if you play favorites, it might ruin everything."
 
 "Well, tell them that she is a junior JG then," I said.  "For
goodness sake, I haven't even slept with the girl yet.  I'll explain
the situation to them tomorrow at lunch, but tell them to make her
feel welcome and protected, please?"
 
 "OK, Jake, we will," she said.  "You know that we all love you, don't
 you?"
 
 "And I love each and every one of you, too!" I declared.
 
 "We know.  That's what makes us able to be the JGs."
 
 "One more favor.  Will you take Suzy to school tomorrow?" I asked.
 
 "Sure I will," she said.
 
 "Great, I'll see you in the morning," I said.
 
 "Nite, Jake."
 
 +++++
 
 My next call was back to the Harrison's house.  Helen answered the
phone, and when I identified myself she told me, "You really should
clean up your messes."
 
 "What do you mean?" I asked.
 
 "It's one thing to have my mother and sister running around nude, but
to have both of them running around with your cum dripping down their
legs; it's a bit much for a girl, don't you think?"
 
 "You're right, I'm sorry." I said.
 
 "Really?" she asked, surprised.
 
 "Yes, I didn't take your feelings into account, and I'm sorry for
that.  In the future I'll try to think about how you'll feel."
 
 "Nah, that's OK," she said.  "I was just busting your balls.  The
only annoying thing about it is when they drip on the floor."
 
 "Just have them lick it up," I said with a smile.  "Or have them lick
up each other's drippings."
 
 "You are a nasty, nasty boy!" she said.
 
 "Thank you," I replied.
 
 "So do you want to speak with one of your toys?" she asked.
 
 "Yes, please," I said.
 
 "Here, this one's been hovering since she knew it was you.  See you
 tomorrow."
 
 "Hi, Jake!" Kari said.
 
 "Hi, is Suzy still there?" I asked.
 
 "No, she left a little while ago," Kari said.
 
 "Do you have her phone number?" I asked.  "I forgot to get it from
her, and I want to tell her one more thing."
 
 "I don't, but I'm pretty sure that Renee gave it to Mom.  You should
have seen the expression on Renee's face when Mom came downstairs
after you left, dripping cum down her leg!"
 
 "It was good?" I asked.
 
 "Priceless!" Kari said.  "Mom came down, and went over and hugged
Renee.  She said, 'We are going to have to get you some of that!'
Renee asked, 'What, sex?' but Mom said, 'No, someone that will drag
you to bed, whether you want to or not, order you on your hands and
knees, then give you orgasm after orgasm.'
 
 "You only gave me one orgasm, Jake," she said in a pouting voice.
 
 "Is there a competition going on?" I asked.
 
 "No, I was just kidding," she said.
 
 "Good.  Besides, you and Suzy had primed me, so there was no way I
was going to last through multiple orgasms with you!"
 
 "Hold on, let me get Mom," she said.  I heard her walking up the
stairs.  "The lazy bitch is asleep, spread eagle, face down on the
bed.  Give her a few orgasms and it wears her right out!"
 
 I heard a slap and Kari's voice saying loudly, "Get up you lazy cow!
You're lord and master is on the phone!"
 
 "What?" Cheri said groggily, then I heard her scrambling closer to
the phone.  "Jake?"  she asked.
 
 "Hi, I just need Renee's phone number," I said.
 
 "Hold on, it's downstairs." She started walking downstairs.  "Thank
you for tonight, it was a lot of fun.  I think that Renee and I will
be close friends.  If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to your mother
about inviting them over to your house.  It would help her to meet
more submissives in good relationships."
 
 "No problem," I said.
 
 "Here it is," she said, and gave me the number.
 
 "Sleep tight, Cheri.  I love you," I said.
 
 "I love you too, Jake," she said with a catch in her voice.  My
conversation with Gemma made me realize that I didn't tell any of my
girls enough that I love them.
 
 +++++
 
 Next I went in to see my Mom and Dad.  "I need a big favor," I told
 them.
 
 "What do you need?" my father asked.
 
 I explained about Suzy, what Gemma had told me, what she had told me
herself, and then my actions.  I was a little nervous that they would
disapprove, but they didn't indicate one way or another how they felt.
"Anyway, the favor that I want is some money.  Suzy really needs to
talk to someone, and I don't think that they have enough money to
afford a therapist, so I wanted to know if you would be willing to pay
for one?  I know that it is a lot of money, but I can get a job after
school to help pay for it; I'm just not sure that I can make enough to
cover all the treatments and maybe drugs that she needs."
 
 I waited hopefully as my father thought about it.
 
 "You're right, it will be expensive, but I'm proud that you thought
about it.  We have some money put away for your future; we'll use some
of that to start with.  Are you OK with that?"
 
 "Oh yes, thank you very much!" I said, jumping up to hug him and my
mother.  "I love you guys so much!  Thank you!"
 
 "This really means a lot to you, doesn't it?" my Mom asked.
 
 "It really does!  Suzy's had such a hard life, I want to make it
 better," I explained.
 
 "Aren't you afraid that what you've done and are doing to her might
make her worse?"  she asked.
 
   "I thought about that, but I also thought about Mark, and I
realized that if I didn't do something, it would be a lot worse.  If
the therapist says I should change the way things are, I'll listen to
him."
 
 "I know a good person who understands situations like this, and our
lifestyle," my father said.  "I'll give her a call in the morning and
see when she can squeeze Suzy in."
 
 "Than you so much!" I said, then went to finish up for the night.
 
 +++++
 
 My last call was to Suzy's.  Suzy answered saying, "Crane residence,
 Suzy speaking."
 
 "Trying out the new name?" I asked.
 
 "Jake!" she squealed.  Then, more demurely she said, "Yes, I need to
get used to it, and to get everyone else used to it.  My mom wrote me
a note to give to school so that they would change my name on their
records!"
 
 "Well, schools are notoriously bureaucratic.  A note might not be
 good enough," I said.
 
 "She also promised to start the procedure to change it legally," she
 told me.
 
 I hadn't thought about that, but after a moment I thought, in for a
 penny, in for a pound.
 
 "Are you still OK with what happened tonight?" I asked.
 
 "The more I think about it, the happier I am!" she said.  I realized
that she sounded more ... alive, vivacious?  Something!  But she
sounded better than she had.  I thought about what my father had said
and hoped that I was doing the right thing.
 
 "I want you to have a better life, Suzy," I told her.  "In the
morning, Gemma is going to come over and take you to school.  We'll
talk tomorrow night about how your day went, OK?"
 
 "Yes, Jake," she said.
 
 "And remember, no touching yourself!" I said.
 
 "I may have to tie my hands to my bed so that I don't touch myself in
my sleep," she said softly.
 
 "If you keep putting pictures like that in my head, I'm going to have
to relieve myself again!" I joked.
 
 "Thinking of me?" she asked meekly.
 
 "I was thinking of you the last two times I had sex," I told her.
 
 "Oh!" she said.
 
 "I'll see you tomorrow.  Have a good night, my Suzy."
 
 "Good night, Jake."
 
 When I hung up, I sat back and thought about the night, about Suzy
and Kari and Cheri.  Then I got up, found Girl and said, "Hurry up and
finish what you're doing, then come to my bed!  And you'd better be
ready, because I've come twice in the last few hours, and I am going
to ride you long and hard!"
 
 "Yes, Sir!" she said happily.  "I'll be right there!"
 
 And she was.  I was very tired when I dragged my ass to school the
next day, and Girl was definitely limping a little as she served me
breakfast!
 


Chapter Thirty-Four: Integrating the Cranes



 I wasn't there when Suzy arrived in school on Monday morning, nor was
I in any of her classes, but I heard second and third hand that she
caused quite the stir.  The first thing that people noticed when she
walked in was her skirt.  Suzy apparently always wore pants, and
seeing the short skirt on her raised a few eyebrows - and I imagine a
few boners, too.  The shirt was next, and given the number of open
buttons, it caused quite a bit of surprise itself.
 
 The thing that really got people stirred up, however, was the
necklace nestled between her breasts.  She had walked in with Gemma,
who said loudly, "Join us for lunch, Suzy," just before she left her.
 
 "Oh my god!  Where did you get that?" One freshman girl asked her.
 
 "Laura, I didn't know you even knew Jake!  And why did that girl call
you Suzy?" one of her friends said.
 
 "I met him this weekend, and my name isn't Laura anymore, it's Suzy,"
 she said.
 
 "What do you mean your name is Suzy?" she was asked.
 
 "Laura was my old name from my old life in my old town," Suzy
explained to the crowd gathering around her.  "I have a new life now,
here, and I have a new name, Suzy."
 
 Suzy left the group of freshman talking to themselves and went to the
office to deliver the note from her mother.  She got to her classroom
just before class started, and gave a copy of the note to the teacher.
The teacher looked her up and down too, and realized that the name
change wasn't the only thing changing about Suzy.
 
 Suzy sat down, seeming oblivious to the fact that she was the center
of all conversation in the room.  Her friend leaned over and said,
"How did you get that so fast?  My older sister knew a lot of the JGs,
and she said that it took forever to get them to accept you!"
 
 "Really?" Suzy asked in surprise, fingering the necklace.  "I just
met Jake on Saturday, but he gave it to me on Sunday."
 
 "He gave it to you?" the girl asked, scandalized.  "That's not how
it's supposed to happen!" Her sister had not been a JG, and for some
reason, she wanted her younger sister to be one, so she had prepped
her with advice.  What Suzy was telling her didn't make any sense.
 
 +++++
 
 The next time that I saw Suzy was a serendipitous moment.  I was
walking through hallway when I saw Suzy being accosted by Mark Wiener.
"My boyfriend won't let me do that," I heard her say.
 
 "But you canceled on me!  You owe me!" he said.
 
 "My boyfriend won't let me do that!" she repeated, like a mantra.
She was clearly very nervous, however she looked extremely relieved
when she saw me coming up behind Mark.
 
 "She said no," I told Mark, who jumped when he realized that I was
 behind him.
 
 He turned and saw that it was me, and he got a nasty sneer on his
face.  "Oh, it's you!  What makes you think that you can just take all
the best looking girls for yourself?" he demanded.
 
 "I don't take any girls," I said.  "I just treat girls nicely, and
they choose to be with me.  Maybe your problem is that you think you
can just take girls?"
 
 "Who are you to tell me what my problems are?" he demanded
aggressively.  "It would be really simple for me to just pound you
into a pulp and take this slut anyway!"
 
 Suzy looked concerned, and not without good reason.  Mark was nearly
my age, and much bigger than me.  He was a troublemaker, and was not
shy about violence.
 
 "That wouldn't be a good idea," I said.
 
 "Why, do you think you can take me?" he sneered.
 
 "Maybe," I replied, "but that's not why it wouldn't be a good idea."
 
 "Hah, you and what army?" he snorted.
 
 "Well, the football team, for one," I said.
 
 "Why would they help you out?" he demanded.
 
 "Well, while they are not all my friends, most of their girlfriends
are, or are friends with close friends of mine.  Imagine how those
guys would feel when their girlfriends cut them off, and they knew
that the only thing that stood between them and their girlfriends'
pussies was an obnoxious sophomore.  What do you think would happen to
you?"
 
 Mark wasn't particularly smart, but on the other hand, he wasn't
stupid.  He apparently knew about me, and I could see him assessing
the threat level.  Finally, he slammed his fist into a locker and
said, "Fine!  I don't need this skanky whore anyway!"
 
 As he walked away, Suzy launched herself into my arms, almost
knocking me over.  "You did it!" she said.  "I didn't think that I
could say no to him, but I was doing it, and then you protected me!
You kept him away from me!  Thank you!  Thank you!"
 
 She was kissing my face all over, tears dripping down her face.  I
didn't realize it at the time, but this little hallway incident
changed her life.  She had agreed to go along with me on a surface
level, but her feeling that I had protected her touched her to the
core.  From that moment on she knew that she could say no, not just
because I told her to, but because she could do it and she would be
protected.
 
 I pushed her away a little, and ran my thumb across her face, picking
up her tears.  "You're going to mess up your makeup," I told her.
 
 "I can always fix it," she said.
 
  "Nevertheless, go fix it now, and then go to class," I told her.  I
kissed her lightly on the lips, then turned to go, noticing for the
first time the crowd that had gathered around us
  
  +++++
  
 Gemma grabbed me as soon as I walked into the cafeteria, pulling me
over to a table with all the JGs who were in school, including Suzy
right in the middle of them.  "Hi, Jake, we were all introducing
ourselves to our newest member, and telling her how members are
usually picked," Michelle said.
 
 "You're going to give me a hard time about this?" I asked, sitting
 across from Suzy.
 
 "We're just curious how you picked her, and why you decided to make
her a JG yourself?" Gloria asked.
 
   I guess that Gemma's explanations were not sufficient.  I hope that
I wouldn't be hurting Suzy's feelings with my explanation.
 
 "Suzy is a little different than the rest of you," I said.  "I knew
that eventually you would all come to the decision that she should be
a JG, but there were circumstances that made it important that people
thought of her as one right now.
 
 "Why don't you think of her as a JG pledge?  You watch over her and
protect her against anything bad outside the JGs, and she will do
whatever she can to help you?"
 
 "Whatever?" Rochelle asked lasciviously.  I had noticed that since
our first annual JG party last year, a number of the girls seemed much
more open to their bisexual side.
 
 I smiled at Rochelle and said, "We'll see, but for now, no.  I'll
tell you when it's OK to make those kinds of requests from her, but if
you need help around school or around your house, as long as it
doesn't interfere with my plans with Suzy or her schoolwork, she will
assist you."
 
 "Aren't you even going to ask her if she's OK with that?" Gloria
 asked.
 
 "No," I replied.
 
 "Why don't you come over to my house after school and we can get to
know each other better," Tiffany told Suzy.
 
 "I'm afraid that another JG has dibs on her tonight and tomorrow
 night," I said.
 
 "Who?" Gemma asked.
 
 "Kari," I replied.
 
 "So what do we have to protect her from?" Michelle asked.
 
 "Evil influences," I said spookily.  The girls laughed, and I said,
"Seriously, just make sure that she's treated fairly and not taken
advantage of.  Sometimes she has a hard time realizing when people are
taking advantage of her."
 
 "You know that she's sitting right across from you, right?" Gloria
 observed.
 
 "That's OK," Suzy said.  "Jake is just protecting me."
 
 "Are you OK with what Jake said?" Gloria asked Suzy.
 
 "I'm OK with anything that Jake says," Suzy responded.
 
 "Oh no, not another Karen!" Tiffany moaned.
 
 "Kari is a very smart girl," Suzy said serenely.
 
 "OK, shoo now Jake," Michelle said.  "We need to interrogate our
 newest member!"
 
 Dismissed, I went to eat lunch myself, noticing how most of the rest
of the cafeteria was watching the JGs' table.
 
 +++++
 
 Suzy's acceptance as a JG was less difficult than I had feared, both
amongst the other JGs, as well as in school in general.  The other JGs
genuinely liked Suzy, and other than some catty jealousy which Suzy
ignored, school continued in the same way for Suzy.  Well, not quite
the same way - she now said 'no' when other boys asked her out, though
since she was assumed to be mine, most of the other boys stayed away
from her.
 
 At home, things were going well too.  Renee, Suzy, Cheri and Kari
came over the next Saturday and spent the day hanging around by the
pool.  Renee seemed more comfortable around me, and she got along well
with my parents as well.  They met Girl, and Renee seemed a bit
shocked at her role; she had been submissive, but never exposed to the
lifestyle, and she didn't realize all the possibilities.  Suzy seemed
to spend a lot of time around Girl, either watching what she did, or
talking to her.
 
 The following Friday after school I got a call from Kari.  "Suzy got
the results back from the doctor, and she checks out clean.  Renee was
crying when she found out."
 
 "Why?" I asked.
 
 "I think it finally hit her, what could have happened to Suzy, and
she's relieved that it won't," Kari explained.
 
 "I'll call and talk to Suzy about it now," I said.
 
 "You can if you want, but you don't have to," Kari said.  "She packed
an overnight bag and is heading over to your house."
 
 "Presumptuous little thing, isn't she?" I asked.
 
 "Just eager," Kari said.  Then she laughed.  "You haven't even let
the poor girl touch herself for over two weeks!  I would curl up and
die if I had to abstain for that long!"
 
 "I guess I shouldn't talk," I said.  "It's rarely a day that I don't
 get some."
 
 "Just expect a sex starved little slave girl," Kari said.
 
 "Oh, well.  I guess I'll have to do my duty!"
 
 Kari laughed as she hung up.
 
 Moments later, the doorbell rang.  When I got downstairs, Girl had
already let in Renee and Suzy.  Suzy had a bag slung over her
shoulder, and she walked right up to me and handed me a piece of
paper.  It was on letterhead from a doctor's office, informing her
that all test results had come back negative.
 
 "Great!" I said.  "But what's the bag for?"
 
 Her face fell a little, and she said, "I thought that when all my
 tests came back ..."
 
 "Sir, please excuse the impertinence, but it's not nice to tease like
that," Girl informed me.
 
 "You're correct, Girl.  Remind me of this later," I told Girl.  I
turned to Suzy and said, "It was a bad joke.  I've already spoken to
Kari, and the only reason that I didn't call you and insist you get
your lovely self over here is because you were already on your way."
 
 The relief on her face was quite visible.  Just then, my mom walked
in.  "Hi, Renee," she said.  "What brings you here?"
 
 "Jake had insisted my daughter get checked out by a doctor, and all
the results came back clean, so Lau - Suzy is presenting herself to
Jake," Renee explained.
 
 "Well while you're here, why don't you stay for dinner?" Mom asked.
"Jake, it's nearly ready.  Are you two going to be joining us, or are
you heading directly to bed?"
 
 I looked at Suzy, who had an eager gleam in her eye. She was clearly
voting for bed.  I told her, "I'm sorry Suzy, but I'm going to need to
build up my energy.  We'll stay for dinner."
 
 Suzy ran to put her bag in my room, then we all went to sit down to
dinner.  It was actually quite pleasant, and my parents seemed to get
along with Renee very nicely.  As we were finished dinner and Girl
started clearing the table, I saw the impatience in Suzy's eyes and
body; she was practically bouncing up and down in her seat.  I gave
into her, and my, desires.
 
 "If you'll excuse us, we'll see you in the morning," I said to the
adults, taking Suzy's hand and leading her to the stairs.
 
 As we approached my room, Suzy asked, "Please, Jake, may I have a few
minutes alone to get ready?"
 
 "What do you mean, get ready," I asked.
 
 "Can I just ask that you wait outside of your room for five minutes
before you come in?  You don't have to knock or anything," she
pleaded.
 
 I agreed, and she kissed me on the cheek and ran into my room,
slamming the door behind her.  I took advantage of the opportunity to
go downstairs to bring up some drinks for us; I suspected that we
would need it later.  As I passed the living room, I saw my mom and
dad on the couch, still chatting with Renee who was sitting in a chair
opposite them.  Girl sat on the floor in front of my parents,
massaging my mother's feet.
 
 They looked up at me as I passed, my mother asking, "Done so
 quickly?"
 
 I smiled and told her, "Suzy wanted to get ready, and I thought I
should get something to drink later.  I suspect I'm going to need it."
 
 "Have fun," my mother said.
 
 As I was in the kitchen, I could hear the conversation.  My father
asked Renee, "How does it feel that my son is about to fuck your
daughter?"
 
 "He's been good for her," she replied.  "He deserves it, and it's all
she's been talking about all week."
 
 "But how does it make you feel?" he pressed.  "You haven't gotten any
in a long time, have you?"
 
 "Only from myself," she replied in a low voice.
 
 I made a little noise as I headed out of the kitchen, so that they
would not be embarrassed.  I went upstairs and checked my watch.  It
had been long enough, so I pushed the door open.  There, in front of
me on the floor, was Suzy.  She was kneeling with her ass towards me,
her head prostate towards the bed.  All she was apparently wearing
were cuffs on her wrists and ankles and a collar on her neck.  Her ass
was balanced on her heels, and her arms were stretched along the floor
in front of her.
 
 I hadn't seen her naked since the night she became mine, and she had
clearly followed instructions, because there on her lower back was a
big script "Jake's" with little curlicues before and after it.  Her
position forced the cheeks of her ass open, and I could see her tight
asshole and her clean shaven lips, with hints of her pussy hair
showing through the crack.
 
 "What are you doing?" I asked.
 
 "Presenting myself," she said without raising her head.
 
 "Stand up," I instructed.  She did as I said, and I reached for her
wrist.  I took off the wrist cuffs, then knelt on the floor and
removed her ankle cuffs as well.  I stood up and placed them neatly on
the side table.  Then I stood before a confused Suzy and removed her
collar.
 
 "I expect to wake up in the morning and see these back on you, but
for tonight, I don't want to fuck little slave Suzy, I want to make
love to my friend Suzy."
 
 Her eyes started to tear, and she threw her arms around my neck and
gave me a searing kiss.  "Please Jake, I don't care if you make love,
or have sex, or fuck my brains out, but please, I need your cock in
me!"
 
 I ripped my clothes off in record time and did what she asked.  I
placed her on the bed and climbed between her legs.  I swiped a finger
between her pussy lips to ensure that she was ready, which she was.
In fact, she was soaked!  Then I positioned my cock at her opening and
slowly pushed it all the way in.
 
 "Oh.  My.  God." she slowly said as my cock penetrated deeper and
deeper.  When I reached bottom, she grabbed my ass and held me still,
chanting "Wait.  Wait.  Wait," in a breathy whisper, then exploded
into a scream as she came.  She held me there, her fingernails digging
into my ass, until suddenly her eyes rolled back in her head and she
slumped back, unconscious.
 
 I had never fucked a girl into unconsciousness before, and I really
couldn't take credit for any expert cocksmanship on this one; it had
only been a single stroke, actually, a half stoke.  I slowly pulled
out and lay down next to her.  I wasn't sure how long I should wait
before I got worried.
 
 It wasn't long, though, before her eyelids fluttered and she moaned.
She slowly swam to consciousness, and then she realized where she was.
She looked over at me and cried, "Why aren't you still in me?"
 
 "You passed out," I said.  "I don't really get off on having sex with
 unconscious girls."
 
 "Please, put it back in!" she begged.  She looked down and saw that
my cock had started drooping.  She quickly got on her knees and sucked
my cock into her mouth, and in three strokes she had me back to full
hardness.  She threw herself back on the bed, and begged, "Please!"
 
 I climbed back over her and pushed my cock back into her.  This time,
I made it all the way in with nothing more than heavier panting on her
part.  She grabbed my head and kissed me deeply as I started long slow
strokes.  "I never came that hard before in my life!" she exclaimed.
 
 "I don't think I can take any credit there," I said.
 
 "Yes you can," she said.  "I came because it was you finally in me!
But next time, it's going to be because of your cock!" She started
throwing her hips up at me, and I got more excited and started
thrusting harder.  Soon she was cumming again, chanting "Again.
Again.  Again." When she came, she shrieked again, loud enough that my
parents should be able to hear her.  This time, she didn't pass out;
she just kept pushing her hips through it, dragging me closer and
closer.
 
 "I'm going to cum in you," I told her.
 
 "Please, I want that more than anything!" she said.
 
 I thrust a few more times, then pushed my cock as deep into her as I
could.  "Yes!" she screamed each time she felt my cock pulse.  On the
last yes, she shuddered again and moaned as she came once again, this
time silently, her whole body contracting.
 
 I collapsed onto her, as she rubbed her hands gently on my back.  She
was whispering something, but I could not hear what it was.  "What are
you saying?" I asked.
 
 She whispered slightly louder, "Suzy's not a virgin any more." I
guess if I was giving her a new name and new life, this was her first
time having sex.  She was very good at it, for a virgin.
 
 She would barely let me rest, well into the night.  The next time she
begged for it doggy style.  She drained me three more times before I
finally begged her to let me sleep.  She curled up into me so that I
was spooning her ass.  "I need to feel your cock against me," she
explained, "so that if you start to get hard, I can wake up and take
care of it."
 
 I just groaned and cupped her breast in my hand, quickly falling
 asleep.
 
 +++++
 
 I woke in the morning to a hot, wet mouth on my cock.  Since this was
how my Girl alarm clock worked anyway, I wasn't too shocked by it,
until I realized that it didn't feel like Girl's mouth.  I looked
down, and there was Suzy, her eyes locked on mine, her mouth filled
with my cock, her cuffed hands on my hips.
 
 I grabbed her head in my hands and started fucking her face.  She
took every stroke, even the last one, where I buried my cock as deep
in her throat as it would reach and I pumped what was left of the cum
in my body down her throat.
 
 When I was done, and she had cleaned my cock with her tongue, she
climbed beside me and said, "If it pleases you, this slave would very
much like to have her next sexual experience to be your cock in her
ass.
 
 "We'll see, you greedy little slut!" I said.  "For now, just wait
here until I can do my morning stuff."
 
 I went to the bathroom and came out to find her lying exactly where I
had left her.  "Stand up," I instructed.  I looked her up and down,
taking in her cum-crusted pubic hair, the bit of cum on her cheeks and
her general state of dress.  I reached forward, running my fingers
over her nipples, drawing both a groan and rising of her nipple to
long, sharp points.
 
 "Perfect," I said.  "Let's go down to breakfast."
 
 I had expected this to shock her, or at least make her nervous, but
she followed me as if she had not a care in the world.  When we got to
the kitchen, we were both surprised to see Renee sitting at the table,
dressed in a silk robe similar to that both my parents were wearing
next to her.
 
 "What?" she asked after she took in the look on her daughter's face.
"Do you think that you are the only one that has needs?"
 
 "Oh, Mom!" Suzy said, as she ran to her mother and kissed her.
 
 As they pulled apart, Renee turned to my mother and said, "Your son's
cum tastes very good." That was finally something that made Suzy
blush, though it did the same to me.
 
 I slapped Suzy on the ass and said, "Go help Girl!" and I sat down.
Suzy scampered away, but later, as she was passing by, I pulled her to
my lap and fed her by hand.
 
 After breakfast I had her shower, and after a day of hanging out by
the pool watching her naked body cutting through the water, I finally
worked up enough energy to give her the ass reaming that she wanted.
Both Suzy and Renee left before dinner.  Suzy gave me a big kiss and
thanked my parents for their hospitality.  Renee gave both my father
and mother an equivalent kiss, however all I got was a kiss on the
cheek.  After the kiss, she whispered, "Thank you for taking care of
my daughter."
 
 After they left, I had a quick dinner and collapsed into bed.
 
 +++++
 
 The rest of my year went fairly smoothly.  I did well in school,
picked up two more JGs, one junior and one sophomore and I even went
on a few regular dates.  Now that Suzy had told me about the
competition to become a JG, I noticed it more; the flirting, the
looks, the blatant offers.  I actually nailed a couple of the more
conniving ones, just for fun, but it really wasn't and I realized it
was unfair to them and me.
 
 The Cranes became regular visitors at our house, either individually
or together, usually together.  Every now and then, Suzy would show up
and I'd be with someone else.  She was very clear to me that she
didn't want me to start resenting her presence, so I should just
ignore the fact that she was there.  At those times, she usually hung
out with Girl.  In fact, rather than sleeping in a guest room, she
usually bunked with Girl as well.  Sometimes she would come over with
her mother and I would be out at someone else's house.  She
occasionally slept in my bed those times, but more often than not, she
slept with Girl.
 
 Having gone in to find her after a friend went home, I learned that
sleep was not all that they were doing.  Suzy and Girl were both
asleep, lying on their sides, face to crotch.  Both of them had faces
covered with the other's juices.
 
 Renee's role was also becoming more defined as well.  One night Kari
was over and Renee and Suzy showed up.  Renee immediately went into my
parents' bedroom, and when Suzy started going to Girl's room, I
stopped her and insisted that she and Girl join us as well.  It was an
interesting night, as I made them couple in every possible way with
each other.  I managed to dip my wick in all of them as well, and I
enjoyed watching two of them fight for the right to suck my cum out of
the one that I had just had.  It swelled my ego as well as my cock to
have three gorgeous woman wanting my cum.
 
 The next morning, we all staggered into the kitchen, and there in his
chair was my father.  On either side of him, collared and leashed, was
my mother and Suzy's mother, nude except for painful looking nipple
clips.
 
 "Good morning, Jake," my father said.  "Good morning ladies.  Girl,
you're late this morning."
 
 "I'm sorry, Sir.  I overslept," Girl said contritely.
 
 "Report to the dungeon at 7:00 for your punishment," he instructed.
 
 "Yes, Sir," Girl replied before going to make breakfast.
 
 Another night I was sitting in the den watching TV with Suzy when my
father came in, pushing my mother and Renee ahead of them.  Both had
cuffs on their wrists, clipped together.  "Both of these ladies are
quite frisky tonight," he told me.  "I'm a little tired, and I can't
deal with both of them, so will you entertain this one for the
evening." He pushed Renee a little forward.
 
 Renee didn't look at me.  My dad had shared Girl and Cat with me, but
I did not expect this.  Not to say that I didn't want Renee, it just
surprised me that he had offered her to me.  I was about to say yes
when I asked, "I can't choose the one that I want tonight?"
 
 My father looked at my mother, contemplating what I'd requested.
After a minute of thought he said, "Not this time." He pulled my
mother out by the hair, telling me, "The cuffs stay on!"
 
 Suzy looked at me in shocked surprise, which got even more shocked
when I said, "Suzy, you spend the night with Girl." I stood up and
took Renee by the locked chain between her wrists and pulled her up to
my bed.  I chained her to a conveniently placed hook at the head of
the bed and undressed.
 
 I knelt between her legs, admiring her body.  You could tell where
Suzy had gotten her bullet nipples from; Renee's were standing at
attention.  "Do you want this?" I asked.
 
 "This is what I was told to do," Renee prevaricated.
 
 I ran my finger through her very wet crack, and decided that she did
want it.  I knelt down and partook in the delicious juices that she
was generating.  I love eating pussy, and I ate hers through two
screaming orgasms.  As I slid my cock into her, I said "You taste very
much like your daughter." After a few strokes I said, "Your daughter
is tighter, though."
 
 "She hasn't had a baby come out through her twat!" she grunted,
 nearing an orgasm.
 
 "Well, in a little while I'll try your ass; we'll see how that
compares in tightness to your daughters." It compared very favorably.
 
 In the morning, Girl woke me with a blowjob, while Suzy watched, her
eyes darting between me and her bound mother.  "Let Suzy do that," I
instructed Girl.  "You clean out the mess I made in Renee."
 
 Girl moved over, while Suzy started sucking on my cock.  "I left some
in her ass, too," I told Girl.  Suzy couldn't help but look over at
her mother as she came with Girl's tongue buried in her ass.  I pulled
Suzy off my cock and had her clean my face with her tongue, inquiring
if she enjoyed the taste.
 
 I had Girl continue eating Renee as I pushed Suzy's head onto her
mother's stomach, giving her a close up view of Girl's tongue working
her magic, while I pushed my cock into Suzy from behind.  The visual
feedback loop proved too much for all of us, and within minutes,
everyone but Girl was cumming.  After I collapsed to the bed, I told
Girl, "Sorry you didn't get yours.  Climb on Renee's face until she
gets you off, then clean Suzy, or if her mother didn't do a good
enough job on you, let her have more practice on Suzy."
 
 Renee apparently did an excellent job, because Girl took care of
 Suzy.
 
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