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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 Thirty-Five: A Visit to Boston



 I couldn't believe that I was doing this, but it was time for me to
start picking colleges.  I had pretty good grades, despite all the
time and energy that my extracurricular activities took, and I knew I
had a pretty good chance of getting into the university of my choice.
I was looking at three or four of them, but the one that I really
wanted to go to was in Boston, on the east coast.  It was far from
home, and I wasn't quite sure how I would make the transition, but I
guess that was what college was about.
 
 I wanted to go visit the colleges that I was planning to apply to, to
see what they were like up close and personal.  I planned a trip to
the four colleges that I wanted to look at, starting with my Boston
pick.  My father couldn't come with me, because he had to work, but my
mother was going with me.  In addition to that, it turned out that all
the Harrisons would be joining me as well.
 
 "Kari and Helen are going to go on your trip, too," Cheri had told me
one night during dinner at her house.
 
 "Why?" I asked.
 
 "Well, Kari has applied to the same schools that you have, and Helen
has applied to two of them, so it makes sense to all do the trip
together," Cheri said.
 
 I turned to Kari and asked, "You applied to the same schools?  Which
one do you want?"
 
 "The one that you go to, of course!" she replied, looking at me like
 I had two heads.
 
 "But ..." I sputtered.
 
 "Did you really think that you were going to be rid of me when you
went off to school?  I stayed here for you, and I'll have my
associate's degree when I transfer, but I've worked hard to get
excellent grades so that I would be sure I'd get into whatever school
that you get into."
 
 I sat back and thought for a minute.  I knew that she had stayed in
town for me, but I never correlated it to what would happen when I
went away.
 
 "You really are dense sometimes," Helen told me.  "I could have told
you last year that this was going to happen."
 
 "But what if they don't have the major that you want?" I asked Kari.
 
 "I'm not that set on one thing yet," she said.  "I'm sure I'll find
something.  Don't worry about me getting in your way," Kari assured
me.  "I'll be available when you want me, but I won't get in your way
when you don't."
 
 I sat back and just shook my head.
 
 "I've already spoken to Mary about this," Cheri said.  "We've got the
hotel rooms and airplanes booked."
 
 I gave up to the greater forces of women, and accepted the
inevitable.  I didn't necessarily do it gracefully, however.  For
weeks I had conversation after conversation, however the end result
was the same as when Kari decided not to go away to college.  Finally,
my father reminded me of the futility of my efforts, and I ceased
trying, accepting that this would not be the worst turn of events.
 
 +++++
 
 I'd flown before, and I never particularly liked it when I was stuck
in the middle seat.  The flight to Boston, I was in the middle seat,
yet I didn't mind it at all.  I guess that having Cheri on my left and
Kari on my right helped with that.
 
 The little minxes had dressed to tease.  Both were wearing short,
loose skirts and button down shirts, but Cheri was wearing a man's
shirt, while Kari was wearing a woman's, which, given that they kept
quite a few buttons undone, meant that either way I looked I was able
to affirmatively ascertain that neither was wearing a bra.
 
 Both of them claimed to be nervous at takeoff, and each held one of
my hands tightly to their bodies.  I would have been more inclined to
sympathize with their fears if they hadn't been grinding my hands to
their crotches.  It was a night flight, and after a quick meal, the
lights were dimmed and people went to sleep.  I, however, was not
given the chance to sleep.
 
 Shortly after covering themselves with blankets, my two sexy ladies
grabbed my hands again, this time proving by touch that they were
wearing no underwear whatsoever.  I obliged their unspoken request,
and soon I had two fingers of each hand well moistened.  The two of
them had their heads on my shoulders, quietly panting.  Or so I
thought.
 
 My mother, who was in the row behind us with Helen, stood up and
leaned over my seat.  "Son," she said quietly, "unless you want
everyone in the plane to know what you are doing, you might want to
consider gagging your little sluts."
 
 I turned to her, looking in her eyes, my hands not stopping their
activities, and said, "I'd love to, but I don't really have anything
to do it with."
 
 "Use their panties," she suggested.
 
 "I'd love to, but they seem to have left them at home.  Perhaps I can
 use yours?"
 
 She smiled evilly, and said, "Give me a minute."
 
 She sat back down and I heard whispering from the row behind.  I
couldn't really pay too much attention, because two hands, one from
either side, worked together to undo my pants, and both of them were
slowly pumping my cock.
 
 A short time later, my mother was back.  "I can see that your hands
our busy, so I'll just help out a little.  These are for Kari," she
whispered, and she turned Kari's head away from the aisle so our
across the way neighbors couldn't see what she was doing before she
pushed a tiny pair of panties, crotch first, into Kari's mouth.
 
 She then moved to Cheri's sideand pushed another pair into her mouth.
She whispered to Cheri, "Your daughter says that since it is your
actions that got her that wet, she hopes you like her taste." Cheri's
eyes opened wide, and it was a good thing that she was gagged as she
groaned in orgasm.  My mother reached forward and into Kari's shirt
and squeezed her nipple hard, which caused Kari to follow her mother
into orgasm.
 
 "Thanks for the help, Mom," I said.
 
 "No problem," she replied, kissing my cheek before settling back into
 her chair.
 
 A few minutes later, my girls had recovered, and their hands began
moving on my cock again.  "While that feels amazing, I think you'd
better stop. As messy as you are," I told them, pulling my hands out
and licking my fingers off, "I make more of a mess."
 
 They groaned disappointedly in stereo, but they did as I instructed.
A little bit later, I got up and went to the bathroom.  After
relieving myself and washing my hands, I started to return to my seat,
however as soon as I opened the restroom door Cheri pushed me back
into the bathroom.  I had picked the one bathroom on the plane with
some space, in the center of the plane, so there was room for both of
us.  About three seconds after she locked the door, both pieces of
clothing were off of her and she was down on her knees in front of me,
retrieving my cock.
 
 She slurped it up, and as talented as her tongue was, I was hard
again in just a few minutes.  She stood up and leaned over the small
counter.  She looked back at me and told me, "Kari and I flipped for
it, and she lost, so I get to induct you into the mile high club."
 
 I always believe in extracurricular activities, so I was willing to
join this club.  I took the half step forward and slid all the way
into her.  She groaned, then reached down and pulled something out of
the pocket of her discarded skirt.  She shoved it into her mouth, and
I saw that it was the pair of panties.
 
 I pulled her head back with her hair so that I could look at her in
the mirror.  "You really are a nasty slut, aren't you?" I reached
forward and used the dispenser to get soap all over my thumb, which I
promptly and roughly shoved up Cheri's ass.
 
 "There's a boy young enough to be your son, younger than your oldest
daughter, in fact fucking your oldest daughter, who is plugging both
your sloppy cunt and your dirty ass, while you've got your youngest
daughter's pussy in your mouth.  How nasty is that?"
 
 Her eyes got wider, then squeezed closed as she screamed into panties
and came.  While she might have gotten her rocks off, I wasn't quite
ready, so I pounded her for another few minutes, reaching forward to
maul her breasts and pinch her nipples.  She had two more orgasms
before I came in her.
 
 I stood there panting for a minute, then pulled out.  Cheri slumped
to the floor.  I moved my cock to her face, rubbing it clean all over
her face.  I tucked it back in and washed my hands, while Cheri lay on
the floor, panties still in her mouth.
 
 I crouched down over her and told her, "You are not to clean up at
all.  You may put your skirt and shirt back on, but you are not to
button or tie your shirt in any way.  It should cover you, but be
open."
 
 I stood up and unlocked the door.  "Oh, and you might want to lock
 this after I leave."
 
 I opened the door, and a flight attendant was standing there
smirking.  The smirk dropped off her face as I started to move away
and she saw Cheri on the floor, naked, cum dripping out of her red
pussy, panties gagging her mouth.  She rushed into the bathroom and
asked, "Ma'am, are you OK?"
 
 Cheri pulled the panties out of her mouth, her face reddening, and
said, "Yes, I'm fine.  Really."
 
 The flight attendant looked back at me, but I just shrugged and
walked away.  I moved in carefully, trying not to wake Kari.  When I
was seated, however, Kari turned and snuggled into my neck, dropping
her hand onto my crotch.  I was going to move her hand, but I liked
how it felt.  A few minutes later, a disheveled Cheri climbed past me
and collapsed into the seat next to me.
 
 "You really are a bastard," she said, though her voice was tired, not
 angry.
 
 "What happened?" I asked.
 
 "After you left, the flight attendant came in, closed the door behind
her and helped me sit on the toilet seat.  She kept asking if I was
OK.  I had to explain that it was consensual, and that I was not
attacked.  She asked about the panties, and I explained that I had to
gag myself or I would have screamed.  She offered to help me get
cleaned up, and I had to tell her that I couldn't.  She tried to help
me get into the panties, and I had to explain that they were not mine.
It was humiliating!"
 
 "Are you ready to cum again?" I asked.
 
 "Maybe," she acknowledged.
 
 Just then, the flight attendant came up with a glass of ice water in
her hand.  She looked curiously at me and at Kari, particularly Kari's
hand.  "I thought you might need some water," she said, handing the
glass to Cheri.
 
 "Thank you very much," Cheri said.
 
 "Is he your son?" the flight attendant asked.
 
 "No, his mother is in the next row," Cheri told her.
 
  She glanced back to where Mom was sleeping and then pointed to Kari
and asked, "And her?"
 
 "She's my daughter," Cheri said.
 
 "Both of you?" the flight attendant asked.
 
 "One of us couldn't keep up with him," Cheri lied.
 
 The flight attendant looked at me and I just shrugged.
 
 "My name is Karrin.  If you need anything else, just ring."
 
 I watched Karrin's ass as she walked away.  "Do you want her?" Cheri
 asked.
 
 "What?" I replied, my attention shifting from Karrin's ass to Cheri.
 
 "Do you want her?" Cheri asked again.
 
 "What do you mean?" I asked.
 
 "You could have her, you know," Cheri said.
 
 I glanced over to the front galley, where Karrin kept glancing at us.
"Very tempting," I said, "but it's me that can't keep up with you!"
 
 "Whatever!" she said, then put her hand next to Kari's and snuggled
into my neck.  The only thing better would be if we were naked.  Just
before I drifted off, I noticed Karrin slowly walking past us, looking
the two hands caressing my cock.
 
 +++++
 
 I heard some vague whispering in my sleep just before Kari shook me
awake.  "What?"  I asked.
 
 "It's my turn," she told me.
 
 "Your turn for what?" I asked.
 
 "My turn in the bathroom," she said.  "You go first."
 
 I stretched and glanced at Cheri, who had a broad smile on her face.
"Give me three minutes," I told Kari.  "I need to actually use the
bathroom."
 
 "Do you need help?" she asked.
 
 "If you helped, I wouldn't be able to use the bathroom for its actual
purpose," I reminded her.
 
 "Oh well," she said with a grin.
 
 I gave her a little kiss, then climbed over her, walking back to
bathroom.  I saw Karrin watching me, and I winked at her.  I got to
the restrooms and got into my favorite one; it would have been really
difficult to accomplish in one of the smaller ones.  I rid myself of
the extra fluids and washed my hands, then opened the door.  Kari was
standing there, and she pushed me in.  Before she closed the door, she
turned and winked at Karrin.
 
 Kari flowed into my arms and all thoughts of Karrin were gone.  She
kissed me hard for a few minutes, then pulled back and slipped out of
her clothes.  "My mother may have gotten you initiated into the Mile
High Club first, but I'm going to be the first ass you take over a
mile high."
 
 She turned around and bent over the counter, pouring soap on her
hands.  She reached behind her and started lubricating her asshole,
pushing one, then two fingers in.  Then she poured more soap on her
hand, and stroked my cock, which I had exposed when I dropped my
pants.
 
 She put both her hands behind her and spread her cheeks.  "Do me!"
 she moaned.
 
 I nestled the tip of my cock up against her little hole and pushed.
She groaned, and I realized that she didn't have a gag.  Oh, well. I
stroked in out with little pushed, going a little farther each time.
In no time I was buried completely in her, and I started lengthening
the strokes.  She reached under her and started fiddling with her
clit.
 
 "Fill my ass, fill my ass," she kept grunting.  "Oh god, I'm going to
 cum!"
 
 "Don't scream!" I warned her.  She tried hard, but she wasn't
completely quiet; I just hoped there was no one standing right outside
the door.  Her ass squeezing around my cock drained the cum from me.
I held her hips as she came down from her orgasm.  She folded her
hands under her head on the counter and just laid there breathing
heavily.  I pulled out and Kari slipped to the floor.  I got some
towels and wiped my dick off, but Kari was not making any move to get
up.
 
 I started to pick up her clothes for her when she said, "Leave them.
Go back to the seat.  If that flight attendant is out there, leave the
door open a crack, otherwise close it and I'll get myself together."
 
 "You and your mother make a dangerous team!" I said, kissing her on
 her nose.
 
 I stood up and opened the door, and sure enough, the hallway was
empty except for Karrin.  I nodded and said, "Karrin," acknowledging
her presence before going back to my seat.  I saw Karrin begin to move
towards the bathroom.
 
 "What did you do to my daughter?" Cheri asked.
 
 "Just what she wanted," I told her.
 
 I sat back and Cheri snuggled into me, her hand slipping onto my cock
again.  A few minutes later, Kari came and sat down, Karrin helping
her into the seat.
 
 "Any more trips to the bathroom?" she asked me.
 
 I looked her up and down slowly and said, "You tell me."
 
 She looked flustered for a moment, then said laughed.  "You're a
dangerous kid, aren't you?"
 
 "I repeat, you tell me."
 
 She just smiled and walked away.  "What happened when he left?" Cheri
 asked.
 
 "She came in almost immediately, saw me naked on the floor, and
closed the door.  She asked me if I was OK, and I told her yes, but
I'd have a hard time sitting down for a while.  She didn't look like
she knew what I was talking about, but when I got up and turned
around, she saw the cum dripping from my ass.  She helped me into my
skirt and then gave me my shirt, then walked me back."
 
 Karrin came back with a glass of water for Kari.  "Thanks," Kari
 said.
 
 "No problem," she said.
 
 When the plane landed, we walked out past Karrin.  "Come back any
time," Karrin said.  I hoped that I would have a flight with her
again.
 
 +++++
 
 When we checked in the hotel, I discovered that my mother had booked
two adjoining rooms, one for Helen and my mother and one for me, Cheri
and Karen.  When I asked my mother about it she said, "They would just
end up in your bed anyway, so I figured why not save the effort and
money of booking a third room.  Helen agreed."
 
 I raised an eyebrow to Helen and she said, "Your mother's right.
Those two sluts are going to be at you all night, so why fight it?"
 
 "And you're just going to be one room over?" I asked.
 
 "I've heard you all fucking before," Helen explained.  "Hell, I've
seen it!  At least I'll be with one other person who's not after your
cock!"
 
 I looked at my mother, who had the grace to blush.
 
 It was early in the morning, but I was beat.  I hadn't gotten much
sleep the night before, but we had anticipated being tired, so the
first day was for rest and for seeing Boston.  After unpacking, I
stripped to my underwear and got into bed.  Before I fell asleep,
Cheri and Kari stripped, then pulled my undies off as they got into
bed.  My mother walked in through the connecting door when they had
them around my knees.
 
 "Oh, I see you're already busy.  I was just going to tell you that
Helen and I were going down to get some coffee and pastries, and I
wanted to know if you wanted any."
 
 Helen peeked in behind Mom and said, "Jeez, didn't you have enough on
 the plane?"
 
 "These two nymphos probably haven't, but I have.  I need to go to
sleep!" I said.  I looked at the two naked women in bed with me and
said, "No playing with my cock!"
 
 "Sheesh!" Helen exclaimed, leaving the room.
 
 Cheri and Kari obeyed, and I quickly fell asleep.
 
 +++++
 
 I guess that my two nymphos couldn't help themselves, because I woke
up with a nail gently dragging along the underside of my cock.  "I
told you not to touch it!" I grumbled sleepily.
 
 "You told them, not me," I heard my mother say.  My eyes popped open
and I saw her sitting on the other side of Kari, her fingernail going
up and down my clock.  "Plus, your body probably didn't mean it, given
that it was like this when I walked in." She gave my cock a quick
squeeze.  "Now get up and get your two slaves up too.  We need to go
see Boston!"
 
 I did as she asked, but before we left I called Sandy, who attended
the school we were visiting.  She was excited to hear me, and she
invited herself to dinner, even recommending the restaurant.  We left
and went around Boston, not visiting the tourist attractions, but
getting a feel for the school and its surrounding community.  We
checked out a Realtor and figured out the best places to live and the
available accommodations.  It would be interesting to see how we would
figure out living arrangements with Kari coming as well.
 
 At the appointed time, we arrived at the restaurant.  We hung out in
the entryway until Sandy arrived.  She walked through the door, saw us
and squealed, running up to me and jumping into my arms, giving me a
120 volt kiss.  She released me and said, "God, I've missed you." Then
she noticed my mother standing next to me, smiling, and said, "Sorry
Mrs. Alexander."
 
 My mother just smiled more broadly and said, "Call me Mary, and don't
worry about it.  I'm in the room next to Jake's, and unless I'm
mistaken, I'm going to be hearing a lot more than kissing coming from
there tonight."
 
 Sandy smiled mischievously and said, "I can find another place for
 us."
 
 "Not a problem," my mother said, hugging Sandy hello.
 
 Someone cleared her throat behind Sandy, and I looked up to see
another pretty girl, roughly Sandy's age, standing there.  "Oh, sorry,
I got distracted," Sandy explained.
 
 "I could see that," the girl said.
 
 "Everyone, this is my roommate Natasha," Sandy said.  "I hope that
you don't mind that I invited her along.  She's heard quite a bit
about Jake, and wanted to meet him.  Natasha, this is Karen.  She's
also a JG." She wrapped her arms around Kari and told her, "It's good
to see you again."
 
 "This is Helen, Kari's sister.  Hi, Helen."
 
 "This is Mrs. Harrison, Karen and Helen's mother." She waved.
 
 "Cheryl," Cheri said.
 
 "This is Mrs. .... I mean Mary, Jake's mom.  And finally, this is the
 Jake."
 
 "Hello Natasha," I said, holding out my hand.  "Don't believe half of
what Sandy told you about me.  She's just an excitable girl."
 
 "Half is still impressive," she said with a cute little smile.
Natasha was about 5' 5" with hair to just above her shoulders, cut
close to her head, streaked through with red and purple streaks.  She
had a bunch of earrings in each ear, and I thought I saw a tongue stud
when she spoke, but I wasn't sure.  When she took my hand, rather than
shaking it, I lifted her hand and kissed it.  She blushed slightly.
 
 We were seated at our table and we ordered our food.  "So, which of
you are thinking of coming here?" Natasha asked us.
 
 "All of us," Helen replied, "though I think it's higher on Jake's
 list than mine."
 
 "And you Karen?" she asked.
 
 Helen laughed and the mothers smiled.  Natasha asked, "What's funny
 about that?"
 
 "Karen will go wherever Jake picks," Helen said.
 
 "Really?" Natasha asked.  Kari just nodded.  I'd given up trying to
change her mind, or even being embarrassed about it anymore.
 
 "Where are you from, Natasha?" I asked.
 
 "New York," she replied.
 
 "Are you Russian?" I asked.
 
 "No," she said with a little embarrassed smile.  "If you can believe
it, my parents really liked Rocky and Bullwinkle."
 
 "Seriously?" I asked.
 
 "Seriously," she replied.  "Now I have to go through life as a
 Natasha."
 
 "You don't like the name?" I asked.
 
 "I've had issues with it, but it's grown on me," she said.  "So this
is one of your top picks?"
 
 "Yes, probably my top school," I said.
 
 "Why?" she asked.
 
 "Because Sandy's here," I said with a smile.
 
 "Liar!" Sandy said with a smile.  "Though that's going to get you a
little more sugar tonight!"
 
 "Well, it's one of the reasons!" I countered.  "It's always good to
have friends that will show you the ropes."
 
 "Be careful of what Sandy shows you.  Your grades may end up
suffering," Natasha said.
 
 "Why's that?" I asked.
 
 "She's a bit of a party animal," Natasha said.
 
 "My grades are still fine!" Sandy argued.  "Plus, isn't freshman year
when you're supposed to cut loose?"
 
 "I wouldn't know," I replied.
 
 "You will," Sandy promised.
 
 "Must you be so sure in front of me?" Mom asked with a pained look.
 
 "Sorry," Sandy said, not very contritely.
 
 The conversation continued over dinner, with both Sandy and Natasha
giving me their views on the university, the pros and the cons.  Over
dessert, as the conversation lulled, I asked Natasha, "So what do you
think?"
 
 "About what?" she asked.
 
 "About me," I replied.  "Do I live up to expectations?"
 
 "Actually," she said with an appraising look, "No.  Don't get me
wrong, you seem like a very nice kid, but I don't understand some of
the stories that Sandy's told me."
 
 "To be honest, I don't either," I confided.
 
 "You'll see!" Sandy assured Natasha.  "If he comes here, you'll see."
 
 "I'll be a small fish in a big pond," I reminded Sandy.
 
 She leaned forward and said mischievously, "And I'll bet you'll enjoy
eating all the other little fish!"
 
 "Hello!  Jake's mother here!" Mom said exasperatedly.
 
 "Sorry," Sandy said, finally looking embarrassed.
 
 "I know that my son has a rich and varied sexual life, and I'm happy
for him, but you don't have to rub my nose in it when my husband isn't
here to take care of me afterwards!"
 
 "Sorry," Sandy repeated, this time with a smile.
 
 After the check had been paid, Sandy suggested that Kari, Helen, and
I walk Natasha back to their dorm.  "You'll get to see what it's like
to live in a dorm," she advised.
 
 We agreed, and we took a leisurely walk from the restaurant to the
dorm.  They showed us around, and I wasn't particularly impressed.
The facilities were a bit industrial, and privacy was non-existent.  I
guess it was a good place to socialize and meet all sorts of
interesting people, but I wasn't looking forward to it.
 
 When we were ready to leave, Sandy grabbed a little bag and told
Natasha, "Don't wait up!"
 
 Helen shook her head, but Kari just smiled.  "See you tomorrow,"
Natasha told her.  Turning to me, she held out her hand and said, "It
was very nice to meet you, Jake."
 
 I ignored her hand and gave her a hug, kissing her cheek.  "I hope we
get to meet again," I told her truthfully.
 
 "Me too," she said, blushing slightly.
 
 "He grows on you, doesn't he?" Sandy asked Natasha.
 
 "Just go get what you've been looking forward to this whole day!"
Natasha told her, shooing us out.
 
 We got a cab back to the hotel, with Sandy on my lap the whole time.
When we got up to our rooms, I saw that Cheri had already moved her
stuff out of the room.  Kari started gathering her stuff up, but Sandy
said, "Jake, tell her to stay."
 
 "Why?" I asked.
 
 "I've learned a few things in school, and I'd like to show them to
you." She advanced on me and gave me one of her patented, soul-searing
kisses.  Then she turned to Kari and stalked her down.  She wrapped
her arms around Kari and gave her a kiss too.  She leaned back, not
unwrapping her arms and said, "Last time I did this, I didn't know
what to do, and I didn't like the taste."
 
 "And now?" Kari asked.
 
 "I've learned a lot, and I've acquired the taste," Sandy replied,
before moving back into a kiss, her hand coming up to cup one of
Kari's wonderful breasts.
 
 When they came up for air, Sandy pulled back slightly, looking
intently at Kari while instructing me, "Tell her to strip!"
 
 "Obey her," I told Kari.
 
 She pulled away and started removing her clothing.  Sandy was taking
off hers, as well, and both of them were ignoring me.  Sandy soon had
Kari on the bed, legs spread, panting.  Sandy looked over her shoulder
at me and said, "Do me.  Do me now!"
 
 As I approached her from behind, shedding my clothes, Sandy pushed
her face into Kari's crotch.  "Oh, god, she got good at this!" Kari
exclaimed.
 
 I knelt behind Sandy, but before I inserted myself I slapped her hard
on her ass.  The answering moan from Sandy proved she still enjoyed a
good spanking.  I slipped into her, pushing her face into Kari, which
Kari indicated she enjoyed with lusty moans.  I set up a slow, even
pace, punctuating it occasionally with another slap on her ass.
 
 Kari groaned and grabbed Sandy's head, grunting through a hard
orgasm.  I kept up my pace as Sandy brought Kari through another
orgasm, when Kari pulled Sandy's head away and screamed, "No more!"
 
 Sandy laid her head on Kari's stomach until Kari started wiggling
down under Sandy.  Soon they were breast to breast, kissing each
other.  I felt Kari's fingers touching Sandy where we were connected.
Soon it was Sandy's turn to orgasm, though she was far from quiet.
With a shriek, she collapsed onto Kari.  I grabbed her hips before she
could pull away from me, and in another dozen strokes I was cumming
into Sandy.
 
 We all collapsed in a heap, until Kari pushed me off of them, then
flipped Sandy on her back, then returning the treatment that she had
gotten earlier, sucking my cum out of Sandy and causing her to shriek
through another orgasm.
 
 After she had recovered, Sandy crawled to me and said, "Did you see
what I did?  I've become a nasty bi-sexual slut.  I've been a really,
really bad girl, I deserve to be punished!" She then crawled over my
lap and looked expectantly at me.  I obliged her wishes, and by the
time I felt that she was punished enough, my cock was poking her
stomach.  I flipped her onto her back and pushed into her hard,
fucking her with all my strength.  After the spanking that she had
received, she came quickly, but I did not slow down.
 
 She pushed my chest and gasped, "Wait!"
 
 I slammed myself deep into her and stopped, asking, "Why?"
 
 "Fuck her!  I want to see you fuck her!" she exclaimed, pointing at
 Kari.
 
 I rolled off and pounced on Kari, pinning her to the bed.  I shoved
my rampant cock into her and began pumping with the same energy that I
had in Sandy.  Sandy moved next to us and grabbed one of Kari's
nipples between her lips.  I couldn't keep the pace that I was going
at for long, and soon I was spurting my load into Kari.
 
 I collapsed on top of Kari, when I felt a smack on my ass.  "Move it,
buster!" Sandy demanded.
 
 I rolled off of Kari, and Sandy was immediately there, licking the
dripping cum from her inflamed pussy.  She used her fingers to scoop
out more of our combined cum and then she licked her fingers off,
repeating until there was only Kari juice left.  She attacked Kari
with her tongue until Kari grunted through orgasm again, then she
crawled next to me, kissed me and fell asleep.  Kari struggled to move
up behind Sandy, kissing her shoulder before she too fell asleep.
 
 +++++
 
 "Wakey, wakey," I heard Sandy whispering as she kissed my neck.
 
 "You want more?" I groaned.
 
 "Yes, but you need to take me home now," she said.
 
 I glanced at the clock and saw that it was just after 4:00.  I
groaned, but complied.  I went to the bathroom to freshen up a little,
then came out to find Sandy ready to go.  "I just need to let my
mother know where I'll be," I told her.
 
 I covered Kari's eyes with a pillow and turned the lights on.  I
walked over to the connecting door and opened it.  Through the crack I
could see my mother and Cheri lying in bed together.  The sheet had
slipped down and my mother was nude from the waist up, while Cheri was
completely uncovered.  I walked over to my mother's side of the bed.
 
 "Mom," I whispered, shaking her gently.  She didn't wake up, so I
took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed lightly,
whispering her name to her.  "Mary, I have something to tell you."
 
 "What?" she asked with a little purr.
 
 "I like the way your nipple feels, Mom," I said.
 
 Her eyes jerked open.  "What's good for the goose is good for the
 gander," I said.
 
 She brushed my hand away and asked, "Is something wrong?"
 
 "I'm going to take Sandy home now," I informed her.  "I'll be back
 later."
 
 "OK," she said.  "Maybe you can wake me again in the morning?" She
winked and rolled over onto Cheri.
 
 I stood up and walked back towards my room.  I was surprised when I
saw Sandy standing by the door looking in at my mother and Cheri.
 
 "Did I see what I thought I saw?" she asked me as I closed the door.
 
 "Um, what did you think you saw?" I asked guiltily.
 
 "Is Karen's mom a JG too?" she asked.  So she hadn't seen me fondling
my mother, but she did see Cheri's JG tattoo.
 
 "Yes, but please don't spread it around," I told her.
 
 "And is the fact that it's a tattoo imply that she's a slave like
 Karen is?" she pressed.
 
 "Yes," I replied simply.
 
 "She sleeps with you in here, doesn't she?" she asked. I nodded.
 
 "I wish I had known; I wouldn't have kicked her out of her bed," she
 told me.
 
 "Corrupting one of my slaves with your evil tongue is enough," I told
her with a swat on her ass.  "Let's get you home!"
 
 Sandy grabbed her things and we went down to the front door.  The
doorman got us a cab, which we took to Sandy's dorm.  When we got
there, she said, "Please come up with me for a minute."
 
 "How will I get a cab back?" I asked
 
 "I'll call you one," she said.
 
 "Didn't you get enough already?" I asked.
 
 "Never," she said nibbling on my ear.  "Besides, I want to show you
 something."
 
 "OK," I said, paying the driver.
 
 She took me upstairs, and when reaching the door to her room
whispered, "Be vewy, vewy quiet."
 
 She opened the door and pulled me into the dark room.  She walked
over to a desk and flipped on a small lamp which cast a soft glow
around the room.  The room was a typical dorm room, a bed against each
side wall, two desks under the window and a couple of dressers.
Sandy's bed was on the right, or so I assumed based on the fact that
Natasha was sleeping on the bed to the left.
 
 Sandy pulled me to the foot of Natasha's bed and said, "Look at
this!" She took the bottom of the sheet covering Natasha and slowly
pulled it down.  Natasha was lying on her back, so the movement of the
sheet first uncovered her breasts, which were adorned with posts
through her nipples.  When her navel was exposed, I saw that she had a
jewel pierced through that as well.  As the sheet passed her hips, I
saw that she had shaved her pubic hair to a V, but the surprising
thing about it was its color; she had dyed her pubic hair purple, to
match the streaks on her head.
 
 Sandy whisked the sheet completely off, leaving Natasha nude on the
bed.  Then she moved Natasha's legs apart, giving me a view of her
shaved lips.  Sandy spread Natasha's lips, pointing out the ring
pierced through Natasha's clit.  "She's thinking of getting a bunch of
labial rings too," Sandy whispered to me.  Then she moved a chair to
the head of Natasha's bed and motioned for me to sit down.
 
 Sandy stepped over to her bed and quickly removed her clothing before
moving back to Natasha's bed and climbing in between her roommate's
legs. She gave me a sly look before slipping her face down and
beginning to lick.  It was only moments before Natasha started to
moan, and not long after that before she wrapped her fingers in
Sandy's hair.
 
 "Oh, like that!" Natasha moaned.  "What happened?  Your boyfriend got
you all worked up, and you're going to take it out on me?"
 
 Sandy pulled away briefly and whispered, "Jake took good care of me;
I just thought I'd return the favor to you."
 
 Then Natasha pulled her face closer, cutting off anything else Sandy
had to say.  "Talk later, lick now!" Natasha urged.
 
 Sandy worked Natasha up almost to the point of orgasm, when I saw
Natasha trying to grind her hips into Sandy.  "Why are you stopping?"
Natasha cried.  "I'm almost there!  Make me cum!"
 
 Sandy managed to pull her head away and say, "Only if you promise me
 something."
 
 "Anything!" Natasha moaned.  "Just finish me!" Natasha took her
fingers out of Sandy's hair and tried manipulating herself, but Sandy
pushed her hands away.
 
 "Anything at all?" Sandy asked mischievously.
 
 "Anything!" Natasha affirmed.
 
 "I want you to suck Jake off," Sandy informed her roommate.
 
 "What!?" Natasha exclaimed.  I almost echoed her, but I realized that
Natasha still wasn't aware that I was in the room, and I wanted to see
where Sandy was going with this.
 
 "I want him to feel what your tongue stud does to a cock when you
blow it," Sandy said, nibbling lightly on Natasha's clitoral ring.
 
 "But he's your boyfriend," Natasha complained weakly.
 
 "No he's not.  He's Jake," Sandy explained.
 
 "Fine, I'll do it, just finish me off!" Natasha concurred.
 
 "Any time I want?" Sandy asked teasingly.
 
 "Yes!" Natasha exclaimed, wrapping her fingers in Sandy's hair again
and pulling her in.  This time Sandy didn't fight it, and in just
seconds Natasha was arching her back and grunting softly as she came.
 
 After she collapsed, Sandy continued lapping lightly.  "You are an
evil, evil bitch," Natasha told Sandy.
 
 "I know," Sandy replied.  "It's a good thing that you like pussy
licking bitches!" Then she dove her head back in, licking and sucking
some more, starting Natasha back up the hill to another orgasm.
 
 "Are you ... really ... going to make me ... suck off Jake?" Natasha
 panted.
 
 "Absolutely," came the muffled reply from Sandy.  A blush started
spreading across Natasha's chest as she worked her way closer to a
cum.
 
 "In fact," Sandy said, pulling away from Natasha's cunt, "I want you
to suck him off now."
 
 "You're going to make me go over to his hotel at this time of night,
in this state?"  Natasha asked incredulously.
 
 "No," Sandy replied, taking a swipe with her tongue at Natasha's
clit.  "He's right behind you."
 
 Natasha whipped her head around and shrieked, quickly covering her
breasts with one arm and her pussy with her other hand.  I held my
hands up in front of me and told her, "This was not my idea!"
 
 Natasha had pulled herself up to a sitting position, and she glared
down at Sandy, who was lying on her side, a Cheshire grin on her face.
"You promised," she told Natasha.
 
 "You are such a bitch!" Natasha spit, though there was a small smile
starting to play across her lips.
 
 "We already agreed about that," Sandy reminded Natasha.
"Nevertheless, a promise is a promise."
 
 Natasha grabbed a pillow and threw it at Sandy with a grin.  "Fine,
but I am so going to get you back!" she exclaimed.  Natasha sat up,
uncovering herself to my gaze.
 
  "Don't worry, I'm not mad at you, just surprised," Natasha told me.
"Now drop your pants and get over here!"
 
 Natasha got up on her knees and helped me pull my clothes off.  When
my cock sprang into view, she grabbed it and said, "Nice!" Then,
looking up at me, she stuck her tongue out, exposing the stud running
through it, and she ran her tongue from the base to the tip of my
cock.  Sandy was right; it was an interesting feeling.
 
 Never taking her eyes off of me, Natasha began working on me in
earnest, sucking my cock into her mouth as her tongue snaked all
around it.  I had already cum three times tonight, so I was quite
surprised at the speed at which Natasha was able to extract a mouthful
of cum from me.
 
 "Don't swallow!" Sandy exclaimed as she saw me pumping into Natasha's
mouth.  She pulled Natasha's head around and told her, "Share, you
greedy bitch!" She stuck her tongue into Natasha's mouth, and I could
see the small amount of cum that I had deposited moving back and
forth.
 
 When they had swallowed their share, both of them dropped back onto
Natasha's bed.  I had already dropped into the chair, so we all sat
back and recovered.
 
 +++++
 
 "You know, Sandy, that was a pretty nasty trick to play," I told her.
"You've been a very bad girl." Sandy looked up at me sharply and shook
her head.  I ignored her plea and spoke to Natasha.  "It seems that
Sandy has been spreading information about me around.  Also, she's
been pretty mean to you."
 
 "It's OK," Natasha said.  "If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have done
 that."
 
 "Nevertheless, I'm going to share one of Sandy's secrets with you,
something to punish her with."
 
 "No, Jake, don't!" Sandy said nervously.
 
 "But you were such a bad girl!  Don't you deserve it?" I asked.
 
 I could see fear warring with desire on her face, until she dropped
her head and said, "Yes, I was a bad girl."
 
 I smiled and turned back to Natasha.  "Do you have the panties that
you wore today?" I asked.
 
 "Yes," she said curiously.
 
 "Can I please have them?" I requested.
 
 She looked like she was going to object for a moment, then she
shrugged and walked over to a hamper and pulled them out.  She walked
back and handed them to me.  "Why do you need them?" Natasha asked.
 
 "Because when I do what I'm about to do," I explained, "your nasty
slut of a roommate is going to scream her head off, and you wouldn't
want her waking up your whole floor."
 
 I crooked my finger at Sandy, and she walked over and stretched
herself over my lap.  I held the dirty panties up in front of her, and
Sandy opened her mouth to accept them.  I looked up at Natasha as I
rubbed my hand slowly across Sandy's ass.
 
 "One thing that Sandy apparently hasn't shared about herself," I told
Natasha as I raised my hand and brought it down with an explosive
crack onto Sandy's posterior, "is that she is a nasty little girl, and
nasty little girls deserve to get their asses spanked." Sandy moaned,
and I wasn't sure whether it was from humiliation, or from pain.
Either way, it didn't stop me from continuing to rain blows down on
her ass.
 
 Natasha looked at me nervously and asked, "Isn't that hurting her?"
 
 "Sure," I said.  "Feel this." I grabbed Natasha's hand and placed it
on Sandy's ass so that she could feel the heat radiating off.  "But
feel this, too," I continued, moving Natasha's hand down to Sandy's
swampy pussy.
 
 "Oh, wow!" Natasha exclaimed.  "I've never felt her that wet!"
 
 "Do you want to try it yourself?" I asked Natasha.
 
 "No thank you!" Natasha exclaimed, her hands moving to cover her ass.
 
 I laughed and said, "I didn't mean that you should be on the
receiving end.  Do you want to try spanking her?  After all, you're
the one that she tricked tonight."
 
 Natasha got a gleam in her eye and nodded her head.  I instructed her
on how to sit, then had Sandy lie across her roommate's lap.  As she
moved into place, Sandy gave me a baleful glare.  Nonetheless, she
moved over Natasha's lap, and for the next five minutes I instructed
Natasha on the correct method to discipline Sandy.  Natasha continued
until she had brought Sandy to two orgasms, at which point Sandy was
too exhausted to continue, and Natasha's arm was too tired.
 
 I helped Natasha get a crying, exhausted Sandy into bed, and then
Natasha got in next to her, snuggling up to her and gently rubbing her
hair.  I got dressed and went over to Natasha and gave her a kiss on
her cheek.  "It was really nice to meet you," I told her with a smile.
 
 "Likewise, I'm sure!" Natasha exclaimed.
 
 I leaned over and kissed an exhausted Sandy.  "Have a great rest of
 the year," I told her.
 
 "I will now, you bastard," she said weakly.
 
 I smiled and walked out of the room.  I realized that I didn't have a
ride home, but a call to the hotel concierge got a cab on the way.  I
stood outside the dorm, whistling happily as I waited for the cab.  It
had been quite a nice night.
 


Chapter Thirty-Six: Another Year Ends



 A few months after taking Suzy, I approached her about her position
in the JGs.  Since she became a JG, the others had been looking after
her, though she needed it less and less.  Her position in the JGs had
helped her in school, her role with me had helped her deal with
decisions, and her work with her therapist had helped her with life.
 
 Nevertheless, Suzy had continued helping out the JGs in various ways.
She assisted with parties, she went shopping with them, and sometimes
she offered personal services.  After she had been declared clean, I
let the other JGs use her for sexual relief.  Rochelle, in particular,
enjoyed having her over every other week or so.  She would have Suzy
bathe her, give her a manicure and pedicure, then give her a restful
massage, finishing up with a couple of tension-relieving orgasms.
 
 She had long proven her acceptability with the JGs, and I told her I
was going to ask the rest of them to promote her to full member.
 
 "Please don't," she said.
 
 "Why not?" I asked.
 
 "I like it," she explained.  "They tell me do things, and they expect
it to be done, but they never ask anything unsafe.  I like it when
they tell me what to do.  Please!"
 
 "OK," I agreed.  I guess that between everyone else, I did not really
have the time to treat her the way that she needed.
 
 +++++
 
 As the year drew towards the end, I started to get sad again.  Soon,
another group of my girls would be gone.  I'd not been replacing them
at the same rate as they left, and I doubted if I would recruit many
freshman next year.  It wasn't that I needed more for the sex, but I
missed the friendships.
 
 I made it a point of spending a lot of time with those that were
leaving, and I enjoyed them to the fullest.  On the plus side, shortly
after graduation there was to be the second annual JG party, and I was
told that virtually everyone was coming.  I didn't go to prom my
junior year, though I was asked by a few of my graduating girls.  I
just didn't think it was fair to choose one.
 
 Prom came and went, graduation came and went, along with many tears.
The JG party was held in Kari's house this year.  Cheri stayed until
all of the JGs had arrived.  Before she left for the night, she pulled
me to her room and said, "I needed to stay till everyone arrived, so
that all of your girls would be here." She lifted her skirt and ran
her fingers along the tattooed JG.  "I'm going to your house, and
sleeping in your bed.  I'm not going to get out of your bed until you
come home.  Please don't shower before you do."
 
 I reached down and pushed my finger deep within her.  I pulled it out
and licked it off.  "My first taste of pussy for the night.  It's
fitting that it's from one of my favorite girls." I pulled her in for
a big kiss, then hugged her tight and whispered in her ear, "I want
you to take all your clothes off and leave it by my front door.
You're not to wear anything in my house.  Also, I want you to pick out
one of my t-shirts, and I want you to masturbate at least three times
tonight, wiping yourself clean with it frequently.  I'm going to wear
that shirt all day tomorrow and all tomorrow night."
 
 "Can I start now?" she asked with a shudder.
 
 "No you sexy slut!" I laughed.  "Get out of here!"
 
 This year, there was another slide show.  Some of my girls had
definitely put on some sexy curves their first year in college.  This
year, Kari had overseen the creation of the disc, and it had the same
secret surprise as last year, as well as another that she showed me
later: her mother had posed as well.
 
 This year's party was almost more intimate.  Because people hadn't
been together the whole year, there was a lot of swapping of stories.
Some of the college girls were particularly interested in the Suzy
stories.  They regaled each other, and me, with stories either of me
or their adventures in college.
 
 Then, as a main event, they showed another slide show.  This one
contained pictures of most of the other girls in school, while the
girls all chimed in with recommendations on who to pick next.  It was
all done in fun, though there were some serious suggestions.
 
 Then came the games part of the night.  Sandy was mistress of
ceremonies.  "Tonight, we have some traditional party games.  We have
pin the tail on the donkey, we have seven minutes in heaven and we
have spin the bottle, along with table tennis and pool.  Who's ready?"
 
 All the girls cheered.
 
 "Before we start, however, Kari?" Kari walked in with a glass of
water and a little blue pill on a tray.  "We wouldn't want him going
all soft on us, would we?"
 
"I wouldn't!" Maggie shouted, eliciting laughter from those who knew
how rough she liked it.

 "First order of business, pin the tail on the donkey.  So first, here
is our tail." Kari walked in carrying a medium size butt plug,
complete with tail off the end.  I recognized that little toy from my
house.  Apparently, however, most of the girls in the room had not
seen one before, and it led to many screams and shrieks of disbelief.
 
 "Unfortunately, health codes prohibit having a live donkey, which,
given some of you sluts, is a very good thing." Everyone laughed at
that.  "Instead of a donkey, we have a lovely volunteer, Natalie!"
Kari wheeled in a table on wheels, and strapped to the top on her
hands and knees, tied so that she couldn't move, was Natalie, naked as
can be. Natalie was Korean-American, thin with small breasts and a
tight ass. Her face had gorgeous Asian features, and her long black
hair fell inches below her shoulder, although now it was tied in a
pony tail to keep it out of her eyes.  As Kari spun the cart around, I
could see that her asshole was glistening with lubrication.
 
 "Since our good friend Jake showed Natalie what it's like to take it
up the ass," Sandy expounded, "this shy little girl has become quite
the ass freak, which works out for us."  She spun the cart around and
moved it to the side of the play area, ass facing towards center.
 
 "First up, the guest of honor!" They pulled me to the center and put
a blindfold over my eyes.  "Here are the rules.  Everyone gets three
tries.  The one who pins the tail gets first dibs on this handsome
young specimen.  However, if you miss, you lose an item of clothing."
I was wearing three items, a shirt, pants and underwear.  All of the
ladies, however, were wearing two, the traditional sheer baby doll and
panty set.
 
 Someone put the butt plug in my hand and spun me around.  I tried
figuring out where I was, but three tries later, I apparently did not
even get close.  Even before the blindfold was removed, someone was
pulling off my shirt.
 
 "Who's next?
 
 A line of girls went, some getting close, but not close enough.
Soon, the room was filled with topless girls.  When Suzy lost, Maggie
said, "Holy Shit!  Is that a tattoo?"  Every time her henna tattoo
started to fade, Suzy would get it redrawn.
 
 "No, it's just henna.  Jake won't let me make it permanent," Suzy
said with a pout.  It was true.  She had indicated that she wanted to,
but I didn't think it was a good idea.  Then again, I didn't think
Kari's and Cheri's tattoos were good ideas either.
 
 I thought that nobody would win, when Sarah started stumbling right
towards Natalie.  Her hand bumped the side of the cart, and in moments
she felt the correct destination.  With a victorious yell, she shoved
the butt plug deep into Natalie's rectum.  She pulled the blindfold
off and danced around, cheering.
 
 "As the winner, the lovely Sarah gets first crack at the handsome
Jake, in the privacy of the master bedroom," Sandy announced.  There
were lots of 'oooohs' and cheering.  Sarah got a mischievous look in
her eye, and she leaned over and whispered in Natalie's ear.  I was
the only one close enough to hear what she said.
 
 "Hey little girl," she whispered, while grabbing the plug and moving
it around.  "I'll make you a deal.  You come with us, and let me go
down on you while Jake fucks me and I'll make sure that he cums in
your ass!"
 
 Natalie looked at her with wide eyes.  "You can close your eyes and
imagine it's a boy," Sarah urged.
 
 Natalie looked over at me and then nodded her head to Sarah.  Sarah
smiled triumphantly and stood up.  "I have an announcement.  Since
Natalie was such a good sport, and was such a willing target," she
said, wiggling the plug in Natalie's ass, "I've agreed to share the
honors of first crack at Jake with her!"
 
 Everyone cheered again, and a few of them helped untie Natalie and
get her standing up.  While they were doing that, Kari pulled me aside
and whispered, "My mom asked a favor.  She wants you to do as much of
your fucking as possible in her bed.  She asked that you spread as
much cum and other residual fluids over her bed as possible.  Use her
sheets and clothes as towels.  She said she wanted cum, ass juice,
piss, whatever you were using.  She really is a kinky slut, isn't
she?" I nodded happily.
 
 The girls had finally gotten Natalie unbound, though Sarah wouldn't
let them take out the tail.  She had been tied long enough that she
needed help walking, so with Sarah and me on each side of her, holding
her up, we all walked upstairs to the master bedroom.
 
 "How are we going to work this?" Natalie asked, as we laid her on the
 bed.
 
 "I'll tell you," Sarah said.  "First, you are going to move up and
lay there on your back.  I'm going to get between your legs and start
doing my best to make you cum.  While I'm doing that, Jake is going to
take that delicious rod of his and start plowing me from behind."
 
 She turned to me and said, "I know this is the first time of the
night and all, but you can't cum in me.  After you get me off, I'll
flip Ms. Ass Freak over, and you get to pump her full of your cum.
Anyone got a problem with that?"
 
 "You really like girls, don't you?" Natalie asked.
 
 "I like girls, yeah, but I love cock too," Sarah replied.  "Jake got
me into loving a nice m�(C)nage trios, so blame him."
 
 They both looked at me, but I just shrugged and began undressing.
They were both undressed in no time, and Sarah went right to work.
Natalie's eyes were closed, but I said, "It's no use imagining
anything other than luscious Sarah eating you.  Just enjoy it."
Natalie looked up at me, then down at a smiling Sarah, which was
tricky to do around a mouthful of twat.
 
 I know that Sarah wanted my cock, but I was not going to give up the
chance of tasting that yummy red pussy.  I leaned in and began swiping
at her with my tongue, getting very serious very quickly.  Sarah was
moaning into Natalie's pussy.  "It doesn't count if you make me cum
this way!" Sarah panted.  "I still get to cum around your cock."
 
 I got her close, but didn't bring her off.  Instead, I lined up and
plunged my throbbing cock into her boiling pussy.  I could almost hear
the sizzle.  I started stroking into her, long and hard, pushing her
face deep into Natalie's pussy.  Natalie's eyes were open and wide.
"Are you OK?" I asked her.
 
 She nodded and exclaimed, "I've never had anyone eat me so well, not
 even you!"
 
 "Anytime you want more," Sarah gasped, "just give ... me ... a
... call!" Then she buried her head into Natalie's pussy, which had
the double effect of muffling the noise and bringing Natalie off.
 
 I slowed my thrusts to shallow little pokes, but Sarah soon pulled
her pussy off my cock, pushing her body up Natalie's until their
breasts were mashed together and their faces were inches apart.
"Anytime!" Sarah repeated, and she kissed Natalie hard, smearing
Natalie's own cum on her face.  I was worried that she had gone too
far, but Natalie's arms snaked around Sarah's back and her mouth
opened up to accept Sarah's tongue.
 
 I was starting to feel like they'd forgotten me when Sarah rolled
over, pulling Natalie on top of her.  She slapped Natalie lightly on
the ass and said, "Present that ass to Jake.  He's got a hard cock
ready to be buried in you."
 
 Natalie lifted herself up, and Sarah scooched down and pulled the
tail out of her.  I didn't give her asshole a chance to close before I
pushed my cock into her.  My cock wasn't lubricated, but her ass was,
and with the help of the butt plug that had been in her for the last
twenty minutes, I slid right into her.
 
 As I began thrusting, Sarah twisted around under Natalie until she
was in a 69, and she lifted her head to attack Natalie's clit.
Natalie looked back at me, lust written all over her face.  "What the
hell," she said, then she turned and dropped her face into Sarah's
crotch, taking a big swipe with her tongue.  Sarah arched her back and
screamed into Natalie's pussy.
 
 It took us a few minutes to get a rhythm going, but soon we were all
moving together.  Natalie definitely came first, but Sarah had
promised her an ass full of cum, so I grabbed her hips and kept
thrusting until she got what she was promised.  By that time, Natalie
had gotten her breath back, so she was able to concentrate on bringing
Sarah off.  My cock slipped out of Natalie's ass, dripping cum onto
Sarah's face just as she was cumming.
 
 We all collapsed together, but I got my wind back first.  I got up
and used the bed sheet to wipe off Sarah's face and then I cleaned up
Natalie's ass.  I went around and used the pillow to soak up the
juices from between Sarah's legs.
 
 I was finished, and about to suggest that we go to the bathroom and
clean up when the door opened.  Sandy stuck her head in and said,
"We're all waiting downstairs, so hurry up!  Oh, and I forgot to
mention another rule: No clothes can come out of this room."
 
 I looked over and saw that Sandy's foot was in the room.  "You're in
the room," I told her with a smile.
 
 She smiled back at me and whipped of her clothes.  "Happy?" she
 asked.
 
 "Gloriously," I replied.
 
 She twitched off, and the three of us went to the bathroom to do a
quick wash before we went downstairs for round two.
 
 +++++
 
 We went downstairs to a chorus of cheering.  "First round over, two
women satisfied!"  Sandy said.  "You are satisfied?" she asked.
 
 "Most definitely," Sarah said, while Natalie nodded.
 
 "Round two is Seven Minutes in Heaven.  The rules might be slightly
different than you've played before.  Everyone who plays is tied to
the bed for seven minutes.  During that time, Jake does whatever he
wants to you.  At exactly seven minutes, he has to stop."
 
 "How do you win?" someone asked.
 
 "You cum," Sandy said.
 
 "What do you get if you win?" the person followed up.
 
 "You cum!" Sandy replied.  "And I'm first!"
 
 Kari was in charge of binding the girls to the bed, so I knew it
would be a good job.  Maggie stood outside the room with a stopwatch,
and when Kari came out, she clicked it on and said "Go!"
 
 I went in, and Sandy said, "I know you can do what you want, but I
haven't had your cock in me in so long.  Don't cum, but just put your
cock in me!"
 
 I slowly slid in until I was fully seated.  "Uggh!  There isn't
another cock that I've tried that fits me as perfectly as yours!
Don't even move, just leave it there!"
 
 For most of the seven minutes, I just stayed sheathed inside of Sandy
while we kissed gently.  She whispered to me all the things that we
were going to do when we got together.  As we realized the end was
nearing, she started thrusting her hips slightly as I ground my pubic
bone into her clit.
 
 The door burst open and Maggie said, "Time's up," just as Sandy
shuddered through a small orgasm.
 
 "Later," she said as I pulled out of her.  The other girls shuffled
me out of the room, pecker flying at full staff, while they tied the
next one down.
 
 It took a couple of hours, but I did get through all of them.  They
didn't all orgasm, but I'd slept with each enough that I knew what
buttons to push.  When all those that wanted to participated, I was
dragged back into the living room.
 
 "OK," Sandy announced.  "You all got tied up, now let's see how Jake
likes it!" They all cheered as rope was brought out, and Kari securely
bound me to the chair.  "Everyone who's playing, let's get in a
circle.  This is spin the bottle, but instead of a kiss, you get a
stroke.  Each time the bottle points to you, you get five strokes on
Jake.  They can be by hand, mouth or pussy.  Even ass." She looked
over at Natalie.  "Though if you use your ass, you've got to clean him
up well afterwards. All you get is five strokes, no more.  Winner is
the one that gets Jake's cum!"
 
 A whole slew of them sat down and they began.  The first few used
hands and mouths, but when Sandy got her turn, she straddled my lap
and stroked me slowly five times.  The delay in between each turn kept
me from getting too excited, and after a while Sandy decided that
spinning was taking too long, so they formed a line, and after the
person in front went, she went to the back.  I was amazed at how many
of these girls had no problem fucking me in front of their friends.
 
 The person who ended up with my cum was Jenna.  Sarah was right
before her, and I was gasping by how close I was.  When Jenna took me
in her mouth, I couldn't take anymore and spewed.  Everyone cheered,
and I told Jenna that I would give her the prize when I got my energy
back.
 
 The games were over for the night, but I took a big drink and went
around to make sure that I had talked with everyone.  About a half
hour later, I grabbed Jenna's hand and took her to the bedroom.
 
 "Are you still into watersports?" I asked.
 
 She blushed, but nodded yes.
 
 "You're going to have to tell me some stories when we have a bit more
time," I told her.  "Meanwhile, would you like to play now?"
 
 "Really?" she asked excitedly.
 
 "Really," I told her.  I picked up a discarded baby doll along with
some panties, and I had her put them on.  Then I took her to the
bathroom and sat her on the open toilet.
 
 "I really have to go," I told her.  "Open your legs."
 
 I had been drinking heavily most of the night, and I was all filled
up.  I aimed between her legs and started my stream, getting some in
the toilet, but most on her crotch.  Then I slowly moved my stream up,
soaking her front.  She looked up at me and I gave her a questioning
look.  She nodded, and I continued moving my stream up.  It hissed
against her neck, then chin.  She closed her eyes and mouth and took
it on the face.  When my stream started slowing down, she opened her
eyes and took my cock in her hand.
 
 She looked me right in the eye as she opened her mouth and took my
cock into it.  I was nearly done, but she got a few mouthfuls.  When I
was done pissing, she didn't even slow down.  She kept sucking until I
was hard again.  I stood her up and pulled her soaking garments off,
then pulled her into the tub.  I pressed her against the wall,
fondling her.  I kissed her, and while the taste of my piss is not my
favorite thing, I would live.
 
 I pulled her down on the floor, and she straddled me, taking my cock
into her.  She leaned over me as she pumped and asked, "Can I?"
 
 I nodded.
 
 "Wait till I'm close," she said, though she was pretty close already.
About a minute later she began grunting and I felt her hot stream on
my balls.  "Ahhhhh!" she screamed, as her stream pulsed with her
contractions.  She remained clenched on top of me until both her
orgasm and her piss were done, then she collapsed on me.
 
 "That was great," she said.  "You always make me cum the hardest."
 
 I was getting a little cramped, so I got us up and we took a quick
shower.  I knew that Cheri had asked me not to, but I wasn't going to
spend the rest of the night smelling of piss.  On the way out,
however, I grabbed Jenna's pissed-soaked clothes and threw them on
Cheri's pillow.
 
 +++++
 
 The night continued, and I did a little more playing with my girls,
but soon it ended, and I headed home to Cheri.  I had gotten myself
messed up some more, and when I slipped into bed, Cheri licked it all
off of me, though she was unable to get a rise out of my cock.
 


Chapter Thirty-Seven: Preparing for Graduation



 Another lazy summer, probably my last one.  I knew that I wouldn't be
staying local for college, so next summer I would be getting ready,
packing, moving and getting acclimated to whatever my new environment
was going to be.  So I took full advantage of the summer.  I had many
of my friends over, and our pool was frequently a no-clothing zone.
 
 Suzy wasn't around too much during the day, because she had gotten a
summer job where her mother worked, however she spent nearly every
night, usually in Girl's room, though I had her warm my bed quite a
bit as well.
 
 Over the course of the summer, most of the JGs who were around
stopped by at least once.  The ones that had been away at college
shared tales of their time there.  Sandy, in particular, had turned
into somewhat of a sexual dynamo, cutting a swath through the better
looking guys at her school.  Her school was on the short list of
universities that I was considering, and she did everything she could
to convince me to come.  And to cum.
 
A few of the girls had boyfriends, and they were faithful to them.
They had been at the party, but did not participate.  Still, they came
by to at least chat.  It felt like I was renewing connections to all
of them.  The summer seemed to zoom by, and soon I was saying good bye
to all the ones going out of town.  Another sad time.

 My senior year was calmer than the previous two years. Most of the
JGs were gone; two years worth had graduated, and while I had a few in
my class, I guess I must have preferred older women, because there
were only two in the grades below me. I was no less busy sexually, but
I did have somewhat less variety. Nevertheless, I had nothing to
complain about when it came to the women in my life.
 
 My whole year was somewhat bittersweet. Because of the senior
cheerleaders in my sophomore year, I was a fairly well-respected
person in my school. I would be leaving all of this to go to a new
school, where I would be one of thousands, and I would be relatively
alone.
 
 In addition, I would be leaving all of this. A lot of my girls had
already scattered around the country, and next year I would be leaving
the rest of them, including my parents, Girl, Cheri and Suzy. While I
had a good time during the year, it was on my mind quite a bit.  In
particular, what was I going to do about Cheri and Suzy? Both had come
to depend on me, and I had to figure out a way to ensure that they
were taken care of when I was gone.
 
 ++++
 
 I was at home one weekend with Cheri, and Suzy was over as well,
because Renee was staying with my parents.  I'd had a fun time with
Cheri the previous night, and tonight I thought I'd bring Suzy along
as well.  Dinner was over and we were relaxing in the den, when my
father came in, Mother and Renee on leashes, crawling in front of him.
 
 "Heel," he said, and they sat up, heels resting on their asses, eyes
down, waiting for the next command.  Every time I see them nude, I
still can't believe how good they look.  They may not still be
teenagers, but any of my friends would give a left arm for a shot at
either of them.
 
 "Jake, these two have been fighting with each other all day.  They
had a silly argument, and they won't stop sniping.  I need to separate
them, so how about I trade you Renee for Cheri?"
 
 Cheri had become good friends with my parents and Renee, something
impossible to avoid when she was over as much as she was, however she
had not had sex with either of them before.  I looked over at my dad
with his two women and said, "I'll make you a deal with you," I told
him.  "How about instead of trading Cheri for Renee, I trade you Suzy
for Mom?"
 
 My mother looked up at me with a gasp, before remembering her place
and dropping her eyes.  My father looked like he was seriously
considering it.  Of course, I couldn't blame him.  Suzy was a very
sexy sixteen year old, not even legal.  I'm sure that my father still
gets his share of younger women, but I'd bet rarely this young.  I
watched him thinking, as he contemplated the advantages and
disadvantages.
 
 "Strip," I ordered Suzy.  She obeyed without hesitation, even going
so far as posing for my father.
 
 "Done!" my father said a minute later, much to my shock.
 
 If I was shocked, my mother was much more so.  "No, Bob!" she said.
 
 He reached down and grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to look into
his eyes.  "You will go with your son," he told her in a very firm
voice.  "You will obey his every command.  You will listen to what he
says.  You will see to his pleasure.  And if he is in any way
dissatisfied, I will tie you down and invite all of his friends over
to have a crack at you!  Do you understand?"
 
 "Yes, Sir," she said meekly.
 
 "Take Cheri and go to Jake's room and wait for him," he told her.
"Renee, you take Suzy and prepare her for me."
 
 When all the women had left, Dad said, "Jake, I just want you to
understand that despite the fact that she said no, your mother has
been fantasizing about this for a very long time.  Her safe word is
mayonnaise, and unless she uses it, she is yours for the night."
 
 "Thanks, Dad," I said.  "I know I asked for this, but I'm really
 nervous now."
 
 "You're eighteen years old," he said.  "You've been a man for quite
some time, but you're leaving home soon, and I think that this won't
hurt your relationship with your mother.  You've been flirting for
quite some time, and I know that she's been teasing you.  It will be
good for her to see where teasing gets her."
 
 "OK, Dad," I said.  "By the way, take it easy with Suzy.  She's very
submissive, but she doesn't like pain."
 
 "Thanks for the advice," my father said with a smile.
 
 I walked upstairs with my father, and we split at the top of the
stairs, me going to my room, him to his.
 
 I opened the door to my room, and there on the bed was Cheri and Mom.
Cheri had her arm around Mom, who looked nervous.
 
 "Are you sure about this Jake?" she asked.
 
 "Oh, I'm sure," I said with more confidence than I felt.  "I've been
lusting after you since I knew what lust was, and you've been having
fun teasing me almost as long.  I'm going to so enjoy having you." I
moved closer to her.  "I almost hope you don't like it, so Dad will
want to give you to me as a punishment more often."
 
 She sat up and moved a little closer, whispering, "Maybe I will like
it, and he'll give me to you as a reward."
 
 I leaned in and kissed her gently, but gently soon turned more
passionate, our tongues spearing into each others mouths.  I pushed
her back until she was lying on her back, her head next to Cheri.  I
put my cock at the entrance to her moist pussy and kissed her again.
 
 "Are you sure?" she whispered.
 
 "It will be OK," Cheri said, stroking my mother's hair.
 
 "Easy for you to say!" my mother said, looking up at Cheri.  "You
don't have your son's cock knocking at your pussy."
 
 "No, but I've been with my daughter during sex a lot," Cheri said.
 
 I looked up at her.  "Yes, but you've never actually had sex with
her, have you?" I asked.
 
 She shook her head.
 
 "I think I'm going to spend tomorrow night in your bed, with you and
Kari, and I'll watch the two of you lez out all night."
 
 "Really?" she asked nervously.
 
 "Really!" I confirmed.  "You'd better borrow some toys from my mom."
 
 "What's next?" my mother asked me.  "Renee and Suzy?"
 
 "Maybe that's happening right now," I observed.
 
 "Well, if its not �..." my mother started, when I decided I was tired
of talking.  In one hard thrust I became a mother-fucker.
 
 "Oh!" she gasped, her eyes wide.
 
 I started stroking in and out of her, asking, "How does it feel to be
 fucked by your son?"
 
 "I won't be truly fucked until you cum in me," she said, breathing
 heavily.
 
 "That won't be long," I said, pushing into her harder.  She picked
her legs up and wrapped them around me, thrusting against me.
 
 I nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear, "I can't wait until Dad
lets me join with the two of you.  How will it feel to have Dad's cock
in your pussy, and mine in your ass?  How will it feel to have your
husband and son both cumming in you?"
 
 "Yes, yes!" She screamed as she came hard.  When my pulsing calmed, I
pulled out and moved to the side as Cheri cleaned her out.  Cheri
didn't stop when my mother was clean, and watching my mother cum again
had me hard.
 
 I got up and tossed a strap-on to Cheri.  "Put it on," I told her.
She pulled it into position, then lay down in the middle of the bed,
beckoning sexily to my mother.
 
 Mom straddled Cheri, sinking down on the hard plastic cock.  I
watched her post for a few minutes, then I knelt behind her with a
tube of KY in my hand.  She gasped as I pushed a cold finger into her
ass.  After I covered my cock, I nestled it at her puckered opening.
 
 I pulled her head back and slowly pushed my cock into my mother's
rectum.  "Now fuck us," I told her.  Mom started moving back and forth
between me and Cheri.  She came before I did, but I wasn't too far
behind.  I pulled out and moved to the side, but Cheri flipped my
mother over and started pounding her with the fake cock.  She didn't
stop until she took Mom through two more orgasms.
 
 That night, I took my mother three times, and I woke in the morning
with my cock pumping cum down her throat.  Suzy walked in shortly
after that, telling my mother that my father wanted her back now.  She
kissed me lightly and said, "Thank you, Jake."  What a wonderful
night.
 
 +++++
 
 Towards the beginning of the year, I realized that I had a problem.
I would be graduating and leaving town, but Suzy still had two more
years to go.  She would likely be protected by the remaining JGs,
however she would fall into the same situation she was in when I found
her; unable to say no.  In addition, she was a very sexual girl, and
she might not go that long without horniness overruling her common
sense.  What I needed to do was to get her a protector and a lover.
 
 With that in mind, I started taking a closer look at all the junior
and sophomore boys.  I was looking for someone that would not abuse
Suzy or take advantage of her any more than she needed to be taken
advantage of; someone who would protect her.
 
 It was actually somewhat discouraging how few boys there were that
met those criteria.  There were only three that I found on my initial
pass, but they were all in long term relationships; not too surprising
when I thought about it - they made perfect boyfriend material.
 
 I began another pass, taking a closer look at each boy.  There were
many that I ruled out quickly as either unable to protect Suzy, too
insecure to control Suzy to the extent that she needed to be
controlled, or just too immature for me to feel comfortable that they
would be around for the remaining two years.
 
 I finally stumbled across Roy.  On my first pass, I had discounted
him as being too insecure.  On further examination, I discovered that
rather than insecure he was introspective and a bit shy.  Roy was a
sophomore, intelligent and quiet.  He was large and well muscled from
a few years of being on the wrestling team.  His stint on the team had
also taught him some self control, and I discovered he was beginning
martial arts training as well as another way of learning control.
 
 Despite the fact that he was well built and reasonably handsome
looking, he did not have a girlfriend, probably because of his
introspective nature.  I joined his Tae Kwon Do class to generate a
shared interest, though it turns out that I enjoyed it and stayed at
it for many years to come.  I initiated conversation as often as I
could, and despite being introspective, he still managed to enjoy the
times he spent with me when I had a few sexy girls with me.
 
 I actually almost lost out on him because of that.  The fact that he
was hanging out with me apparently made him somewhat of a target for
girls who thought it was a possible way to climb another step
socially.  Luckily for me, the few girls that he dated were not girls
that would hold his interest for very long.
 
 When I felt reasonably comfortable in our relationship I broached the
subject to him.  He had gotten to know Suzy, since she tended to hang
out with me quite frequently.  I had made it a point of being
commanding with Suzy, overly so in fact, so that he had an
understanding of how I treated Suzy.
 
 After our Tae Kwon Do class one day I asked him if he would come out
to dinner with me so that I could ask him a serious question.  "You
know that I'm graduating this year," I said after our food had
arrived.  "You also know that Suzy is not.  Finally, you've gotten to
know Suzy and I think you have a reasonably good idea about what kind
of person she is."
 
 "This has to be between you and me, regardless of how this
conversation ends, OK?" I asked.
 
 He nodded, though it was clear that he had no idea where this was
 going.
 
 "I need to tell you a little more about Suzy," I explained.  "She had
a fairly rough childhood.  Her father was extremely overbearing and
expected immediate and total obedience.  When he did not receive it,
either from his wife or his daughter, he would beat them." Roy's face
expressed outrage, which was a good sign.
 
 "As you might imagine, this screwed her personality up a little bit.
When I met Suzy, she had been in school and town for less than a month
and was well on the way to becoming the school slut.  This was because
she simply did not have it in her to say no.  A friend of mine who had
been getting to know her asked me to intervene, because Suzy needed a
protector."
 
 "What I gave Suzy was someone who could give her the instructions
that she needed, one of those being that she could, in fact must, say
no to any sexual demands, unless I authorized them.  Suzy required
someone to tell her what to do, because that is what she was taught
growing up.  She needed someone to whom she could give complete
obedience.
 
 "You may not realize it, but she still needs that.  You've seen that
she does everything that I tell her to.  This is not because she is
being a good girlfriend; it is because she needs someone in complete
control of her life.  She needs a protector."
 
 "And you're leaving," Roy observed intelligently.
 
 "And I'm leaving," I confirmed.
 
 "And you're telling this to me because?" he asked.
 
 "Because I want you to be that protector," I told him.
 
 "While that is certainly a tempting offer, what exactly does that
entail?" he asked, further proving to me that I had made the correct
choice.
 
 "That entails taking over Suzy's life.  If you accept this, she will
look to you for everything.  She is capable of making the day to day
decisions by herself.  In fact, she is quite capable of making all
decisions by herself, but she doesn't trust herself, and she doesn't
want to do that; she wants someone she can look to and feel that the
person is controlling her, but at the same time protecting her.
 
 "If you do this, you will find that Suzy will obey any command that
you give her, whatever the consequences.  If she were here with us
now, in this crowded restaurant, and I told her to strip, she would
remove all her clothes and sit here, regardless of the fact that she
knew it would probably get her arrested.  That is a lot of
responsibility on you, because you have remember that when you tell
her to do something, she is not going to apply the common sense that
anyone else you ask to do something would; she will simply obey you.
 
 "There is an upside as well, however.  First of all, you have someone
in your life who will do what you want, go with you where you want to
go.  If you want her to clean your room, she will.  Someone to go to
the movies with on Saturday night? She's there.  And as an added
benefit, Suzy is a very sexual girl.  She desires sex on a regular
basis, and is open to anything.  One of your responsibilities would be
to ensure that she got enough sex, so that her horniness did not
override her sense of responsibility to you."
 
 "What do you mean?" he asked.
 
 "If she gets too horny, she might sleep with any random person that
asked her, just to scratch the itch, despite knowing that it might get
her punished later.  That's why you'll need to provide her sex fairly
regularly, either by yourself or by finding someone or some ones
safe."
 
 "You want me to have sex with her?" he asked.
 
 "That would be ideal," I said.  I smiled and told him, "It shouldn't
be that onerous.  She's extremely good in bed, and she will do
whatever you want, no matter how disgusting you think it might be.
Want to have her in a threesome or see her with another girl?  No
problem.  Want to piss on her because it gets you off?  She's up for
it."
 
 "Do you understand what you're in for, both the responsibility and
the benefit?"  I asked.
 
 He was quiet for a few minutes, shoving his food around his plate
with a fork, clearly thinking about what I said.
 
 "What if she doesn't like me?" he asked.
 
 "First of all, I don't think that will be a problem.  She already
likes you, and while she might wish that the situation were different,
she will understand that this is how if has to be.  On the other hand,
you still don't completely get it.  Even if she despised you, if I
told her that she was to stay with you and obey all your orders, she
would do it, regardless of how she personally felt towards you."
 
 He mulled that around some more.  "Can I think about it for a while?"
 he asked.
 
 "Absolutely," I told him.  "In fact, give it a week before you make
your decision.  Hang around with us some more, come to my house this
weekend and come swimming with us.  In a week, we'll discuss it again.
But there a couple of more things that you should consider.
 
 "I'm looking for someone willing to do this for the long term.  I'm
not saying that you can't get another girlfriend, because Suzy would
be different from a girlfriend.  If whatever girl you were dating
agreed, you could both sleep with Suzy, or you could find Suzy someone
else to sleep with, but you'll have to control her for the rest of the
time she's in school, or tell me so that I can find a suitable
replacement.
 
 "Also, I still have friends in school.  I don't mean to threaten you,
but you have to understand that if you agree to this and then abuse
Suzy in an inappropriate way, I will find out, and I will take the
actions I feel necessary to correct the situation."
 
 He held up his hands and said, "Calm down.  I understand.  I could
see how this could be a very easy situation to abuse, and I know that
I would want to protect my friend.  But what would be an 'appropriate'
abuse?"
 
 "Well, I've found that people's definition of abuse differs quite a
bit," I explained to him.  "An eighteen year old girl sleeping with a
sixteen year old boy is abuse in the eyes of the law, but I doubt
you'd find many sixteen year old boys that would agree with you.  I
know that I've had sex with some women in their forties, and I never
considered it abuse.
 
 "If you decided to share her with friends, I wouldn't necessarily see
that as abuse.  However, if you hurt her physically in any permanent
way, or if you were abusing her psychologically, and by that I mean
doing things that you know would cause her emotional distress on a
regular basis, that I would consider abuse."
 
 He thought that over a minute and said, "OK, I'll take the week to
 think about it."
 
 "Great!" I said.  "I'll arrange that you have more time with her this
 week."
 
 +++++
 
 That week Roy hung around a little more than usual and he interacted
with Suzy more as well.  I had not talked to Suzy about what I was
planning; I was doing what I thought was best for her, and that was my
responsibility.  That weekend I had both Suzy and Roy over to my pool.
Because Roy was there, everyone was wearing bathing suits, but when
Suzy started heading to the pool, I said "Suit off."
 
 With no more than a brief glance at Roy, she untied the top and threw
it next to the chair, then dropped the bottom and kicked it over
towards her top.  She dove into the water and Roy watched her intently
as she did a few laps in the pool.  She pulled herself out of the
water and walked gracefully over to her chair, lying down in the sun.
 
 "Be careful not to burn," I said.  "Roy, could you put some lotion on
 her?"
 
 Roy glanced at me questioningly, but he just nodded and walked over
 to Suzy.
 
 "Thank you," Suzy said, spreading her arms and legs open so that Roy
could get to all the spots.
 
 He picked up the lotion from the ground next to Suzy, and started
slathering her from the toes up.  He rubbed her feet, being sure to
get between each toe, before making his way up her calves.  He
continued to Suzy's thighs, and when he got to her crotch, he didn't
hesitate.  He put the lotion on very professionally, touching her
where she needed to be touched, but not fondling her.  Nevertheless,
by the time he moved up to her stomach, he was well aware of what her
privates looked and felt like.
 
 He went on to her hips and stomach, then up her ribcage to her
breasts, again not fondling, but making sure that she was completely
covered.  However much he was not fondling, when he moved up to her
neck Suzy's nipples were as hard as they could be.  He finished her
neck and with just his fingertips he gently rubbed the lotion onto her
face.
 
 When he was done, Suzy said, "Thank you very much."
 
 Suzy lay back in the chair and closed her eyes, soaking up the sun.
Roy lay back as well, though his eyes never left Suzy's face and body,
mostly face, surprisingly enough. It was then that I knew that Roy
would accept my proposal.
 
 +++++
 
 That night, I had Suzy stay over.  I tied her firmly to the bed, face
up, spread eagle.  When I was done, I sat by her head and stroked her
hair.  "Suzy, you know that I love you, right?"
 
 "Of course, Jake," she replied.
 
 "And you also know that I do everything I can to ensure that you are
taken care of and protected, right?"
 
 "Yes, Jake," she again replied.
 
 "I'm still going to love you, but I won't be able to protect you and
take care of you the same way next year," I said.
 
 Her eyes started to fill with tears as she nodded her head.
 
 "But I'm still responsible for you," I said.  "I agreed to take care
of you if you put yourself under my control, and you have not broken
your side of the bargain.  You obey me excellently."
 
 "I try," she said.
 
 "Because of that, I cannot just simply give up responsibility for
you.  I have to ensure that you are protected, cared for and
controlled for your last two years of high school.  Since I can't do
that myself, I have to find a stand in."
 
 "Roy?" she asked.
 
 Suzy was a very smart girl, and she put two and two together and
realized what this afternoon's activities were about.
 
 "Do you understand why I have to do this?" I asked.
 
 She nodded.
 
 "If I could continue doing it myself, I would, but even if I were to
take you with me, I would not be able to be in school protecting you.
Here there are people who will watch out for you, make sure that you
are well taken care of, and tell me if Roy isn't treating you right."
 
 "What is going to happen?" she asked.
 
 "I want to make sure that Roy is the right person for this, so I am
going to give you to him very soon.  You will obey him as if he were
me.  However, he's not me, and he doesn't have the experience that I
have, so he will not always know what to do.  I want you to help him;
tell him when he is doing something wrong, of if you need something
different.  I know that is not easy for you, but you will have to do
it because I told you to.  Do you understand?"
 
 "Yes," she said, tears rolling down her face.  "Will you be done with
me then?" she asked quietly.
 
 "I'll never be done with you, my little Suzy," I said, stroking her
face.  "I will always be watching out for you, wherever you go, to the
best of my ability.  Every time I come back I expect to see you and
hear how your life is going.  I want you to come out and see me at my
school as well.  And in two years?  We'll have to see what your life
is like then."
 
 She nodded, sniffling.  I took a tissue, wiped her eyes and held it
to her nose.  "Blow," I said.  She blew her nose, then put her head
back on the pillow.
 
 She looked at me intently and said, "I will do what you say, because
you are right, but more importantly because you told me to do it.  But
you have to understand, Roy may be my master, but you will always be
my protector."
 
 "I will," I said.  I lay down on top of her and kissed her whole body
before I made love to her.  I left her tied up all night as I spooned
into her side.  For the rest of the weekend, I spent all my time with
Suzy, taking her every time I could get it up, in as many positions
and orifices as I could.  When I handed her over to Roy, she would no
longer be mine, and when I sent her home on Sunday night, I cried.
 
 I met Roy in school the next day, and we arranged to have lunch
together.  When we met, I asked him, "Have you decided?"
 
 "I'll do it," he said simply.
 
 "I thought that you would," I said.  "I need to make sure that
everything will be OK, so I'm going to give her to you tonight.  Can
you come to her house tonight?"
 
 "So soon?" he asked.
 
 "No reason to wait, and this way, if you have any questions, I will
be around to answer them.  Although, once I'm gone you should call me
anytime that you have a question.  Suzy is very special to me, and I
will do anything I can to enable you to treat her right."
 
 He nodded nervously.  I gave him the address to Suzy's house and
asked him to be there at eight.  I had Suzy call her mother and ask
her to be home at eight that night.  When I arrived at Suzy's house,
Renee asked me, "Why did you want me home?"
 
 I sat her down and explained to her what I was doing.  She understood
that this was probably necessary, but didn't like the way that I was
doing it.  "You're treating her like property!" she complained.
 
 "I am property, Mom," Suzy interjected.  "I belong to Jake, and he
can use me as he sees fit, including giving me away."
 
 "I'm not sure that I like this," she said.
 
 "But you know it is what Suzy needs," I pointed out.  "Roy will be
over shortly, and I want you to meet him, and feel comfortable with
him." I turned to Suzy and said, "Go put on your collar and leash and
take off all your clothes, then go kneel in the kitchen."
 
 "Yes, Jake," Suzy responded.
 
 A few minutes later there was tentative knocking on the door, and
Renee went to answer it.  "Are Suzy or Jake here?" I heard Roy ask.
 
 "Come in," Renee told him, and led him into the living room where I
 was.
 
 I introduced them to each other, saying , "Roy, I want you to meet
Renee.  She is Suzy's mother.  Renee, this is Roy." They shook hands
with each other, exchanging the requisite pleased-to-meet-yous.
 
 "Roy, Renee knows all about my relationship with Suzy, and I've told
her that you will be taking over," I said.  Roy looked at Renee,
distinctly uncomfortable.  "Renee knows all about Suzy, and she
understands that this is the way that we have to treat Suzy.
Furthermore, she accepts it.  Renee, I need to go and get something,
but I'd like you to spend a few minutes getting to know Roy.  And be
nice!"
 
 "Yes, Jake," she said, in the exact tone that Suzy used.
 
 I left the room and went to the bathroom to compose myself.  A few
minutes later I went to the kitchen to sit with Suzy.  "Are you OK? I
asked.
 
 "As I can be, given the circumstances," she replied, her voice
 cracking a little.
 
 "I know what you mean," I said.
 
 "What's going on now?" she asked.
 
 "Your mother and Roy are getting to know each other.  I figured that
it was important, given the role he will have in your life."
 
 "Yes, Jake," she said sadly, her head lowered.
 
 I sat there and stroked Suzy's head for about another ten minutes,
giving Roy and Renee a chance to bond.  Then I stood up, took Suzy's
leash, and had her walk with me to the living room.
 


 +++++
 
 When we entered the living room, Roy looked up and his mouth opened
in surprise.  He stood up as we approached him.  When I stood before
him, I had Suzy drop to her knees.  "Roy, unfortunately in the future
I will not be able to care for and protect Suzy in the way that she
needs to be protected.  Do you agree to take over the role of
protector and caretaker of Suzy, ensuring to the best of your ability
that no harm comes to her?"
 
 "Yes," he croaked.
 
 "And do you promise to treat her as she needs to be treated?" I
 asked.
 
 He nodded.
 
 "And do you agree to keep her as long as both you and I agree, and
that you will inform me if you are no longer able to fulfill these
obligations?"
 
 "Yes," he said.
 
 I had Suzy stand, and I kissed her gently on her lips.  "Behave for
your new master," I told her gently.
 
 "Yes, Jake," she said, tears flowing down her face.
 
 I turned to Roy and handed him the leash.  "She's all yours now.
Renee will be taking me home now, and she won't be back for about four
hours."
 
 I took Renee's hand and we went out to her car.  She began driving me
home, and I was halfway there before my tears really started flowing.
After she pulled into my driveway, she gathered me in her arms and
held me as I cried myself out.
 
 +++++
 
 In turned out that Roy didn't sleep with Suzy that night.  He sat and
talked, telling her about him and asking about her, which further
affirmed for me that I had made the correct choice.  On Monday in
school, Suzy on Roy's arm caused quite a stir.
 
 "What's up with Suzy?" Gemma asked me.
 
 "She has a new boyfriend," I replied.
 
 "Maybe," Gemma said, "but why is it that every time she gets near you
she looks at you with big moon eyes?"
 
 "Look, I'm not going to be around next year, and Suzy needs a
boyfriend.  This is the way it should be." It was still quite raw, and
my eyes were moist.
 
 Gemma looked at me knowingly, then leaned over and kissed my cheek.
"I love you, Jake," she said.
 
 I nodded and finished my lunch.
 


Chapter Thirty-Eight: Saying Good Bye



 The remainder of the school year was bittersweet.  I decided on the
college in Boston, and - surprise, surprise - that's the school that
Kari picked as well.  A real surprise was that Helen decided to go
too, so between them and Sandy, I wouldn't be alone.
 
 I didn't pick up any new JGs for the rest of the year.  The only new
candidates were freshmen, and they seemed so young from the
perspective of a senior.  It made me wonder why the initial JGs were
even attracted to me.
 
 There were a couple of events that happened right at the end of the
year that ended up surprising me intensely.  The first was on the
occasion of the senior prom.  I hadn't been giving it too much
thought, but I had sort of assumed that I would be asking Gemma.
Before I could get a chance, Helen approached me and asked me to
escort her to the prom.  To say I was surprised was an
understatement. I mean, we had been getting along far better than our
initial interactions, and we hung out quite a bit as friends.  But
really, would you invite as a date to your prom the person who was
sleeping with your sister, mother and a good number of your friends?
 
 Nevertheless, she was serious, and I told her I had to check with
someone else.  I approached Gemma and with some embarrassment I told
her that Helen had asked me to the Prom.
 
 "I know, she asked me first," Gemma told me.
 
 "She asked you?" I parroted in surprise.
 
 "She knew that you were planning to ask me, so she checked with me
first.  I told her it was OK."
 
 "You did?" I asked.
 
 "Sort of," she replied.  "I told her it was OK, but that you would
 have to take me too."
 
 "Wasn't that a little presumptuous, assuming that I was going to ask
 you?" I inquired.
 
 "Were you?" she asked archly.
 
 "Well, yes," I told her.
 
 "I knew you would," she said, giving me a kiss on my nose.
 
 So I accepted Helen's invitation, and the two of them worked out the
wardrobe together.  Their outfits were beautiful matching blue gowns,
though not nearly as risqu�(C) as Helen's sister's had been.  I danced
with all of the graduating JGs, though most of the dancing was with
either Helen or Gemma.  Gemma actually had a lot of fun, doing all she
could to get me rock hard right before I was to slow dance with Helen.
 
 "Oh, stop being silly!  I know you have a hard on, and I don't mind!"
Helen told me, pulling me closer to her, after I tried hard not to
press it into her.  "It's not like I haven't seen it before!" It was
true.
 
 "Why did you want to come with me tonight?" I asked, holding her
 close.
 
 "Well, it's weird.  I mean, in a bizarre way, you're something like a
cross between a step-father, a brother-in-law and a friend. But when I
got right down to it, I looked around at the boys in the school, and I
decided that of all the guys, you were the one that I would want to go
to prom with, given a chance.  I realized that you probably wouldn't
think of it, and that you were likely taking Gemma, so I knew I'd have
to ask you."
 
 "Really?" I asked.  "I'm the one you'd want to go with?  Our
relationship is not exactly conventional."
 
 "I know, and I know that we started off a little rocky, but despite
the fact that you're porking my whole family, I've really come to like
you as a person.  I think you're a really nice guy, and I like
spending time with you.  Is that so weird?"
 
 "Sort of, yeah," I said with a laugh.  "But to be honest, I enjoy
 your company too."
 
 "Well good," she said, molding her body back into mine.  "Just don't
think that because it's prom you're going to get any from me.  You've
got Gemma for that!"
 
 And I did spend the night with Gemma, but Helen stayed with us
remarkably late. We dropped her off when Gemma indicated that we could
do that, or Helen could watch us go at it.  Helen demurred, and we
dropped her off before I took Gemma to a nice hotel and tried to say
good bye to her in a proper and fitting way.
 
 +++++
 
 The second surprising turn of events occurred during a conversation I
had with Cheri.  I was over at the Harrisons', and I was on their
computer, browsing apartment listings in Boston with Kari.  I knew
that having Kari with me sort of precluded living in a dorm; I knew
that they didn't allow hotplates, so I sort of assumed that they would
frown on people bringing their sex slaves with them to the dorm.
 
 Cheri walked by and saw what we were doing, and she said, "You don't
have to bother doing that."
 
 "What do you mean?" I asked her.
 
 "I already got us an apartment," she told me.
 
 "You what!?" I asked in surprise.
 
 "I said that I already got us an apartment," she repeated calmly.
"Actually, it's more like a townhouse."
 
 "What do you mean us?" I asked.
 
 "I mean you, Kari, Helen and myself," she said.
 
 "You?" I asked dumbly.
 
 "Me," she replied.
 
 "But ... but ..." I sputtered.
 
 "Look, you promised me that you would not cast me aside unless it was
better for me," she explained.  "I can't think of any way that it
would be better for me, so I assumed that you would want to keep me.
Therefore, I arranged for a place for us all to live.  Besides, with
Helen and Karen in Boston with you, what do I have for me here?"
 
 It was true, what she said about the promise.  However, as I had done
with Suzy, I had been actively looking for someone to replace me.
With my parents' help, I found some people looking for a slave like
Cheri, and I set up some meetings, but so far Cheri had not found
anyone that satisfied her.  I had been continuing to look, but Cheri
apparently took that decision out of my hands.
 
 I sat there dumbly for a few minutes, trying to wrestle with the
thought, but the more that I thought about it, the more that I liked
the idea.  Cheri was right, I realized.  I was not ready to give her
up.  I looked up at her, and while she had seemed calm when telling
me, I could see the relief pass through her body when I raised my head
and smiled at her.
 
 "I like the idea," I told her, "although you will be spending the
weekend at my house in the dungeon, where we will discuss your
presumptuousness."
 
 "Yes, Sir!" she said with a smile, curtsying.
 
 "Now tell me about this place you rented," I instructed.
 
 "I didn't rent, I bought," she informed me.  "I did discuss this with
your parents first, and they did not object, though I asked them to
keep it a secret."
 
 "And apparently they agreed," I noted.
 
 "Yes, though your mother told me I would pay for making that
decision," Cheri told me with a rueful smirk.
 
 "My mother is a very smart lady!" I laughed.
 
 Cheri moved to the computer and brought up some pictures.  "They are
two connected townhouses, three bedrooms each.  Your side will have a
master bedroom for you, an office and a guest bedroom.  On our side,
Karen and I will share the master bedroom and Helen will get a bedroom
on a different floor."
 
 "We'll be living separately?" I asked.
 
 "I would never want to interfere with your life," she said.  "If you
get a girlfriend, and want to bring her home, you might find it hard
to explain why you are living with a harem of women.  I've had them
open a door between our master bedroom and yours.  The door locks on
your side, so you can keep us out when you want to, however there is
no lock on our side, so you may enter at any time that you please, for
whatever purpose."
 
 I looked at Kari, and she was clearly happy with the idea.  "Have you
told Helen about this?" I asked Cheri.  "She may have been hoping to
get away from this bizarre living arrangement."
 
 "Not yet, but I plan to offer her a choice of living with us or
getting her own place," Cheri explained.  "I'll have a room for her
regardless, but if she wants a different place as well, that's fine
with me."
 
 "Come here," I said, opening my arms to her.  She flowed happily into
my arms, and I attempted to show her how happy I was that we were all
going to be together next year.
 
 I pushed her back slightly so that I could look at her.  "You know,
when we visited Boston, Sandy saw your tattoo, and she knows the
implication," I told Cheri.  "It could lead to some interesting
activities when she comes for visits."
 
 "If it is what you want," Cheri said serenely, "then it is what I
 want."
 
 God, I loved having obedient slaves!+++++
 
 The third major event was perhaps the most surprising.  Just after
graduation, my father called me into his study, where three slaves
were kneeling naked before him.  I looked from my mother, who still
looked fabulous, to Renee to Girl.
 
 "Sit, Jake," Dad told me.
 
 I did, and he asked, "Do you remember a conversation that we had a
 long time ago?"
 
 "Which one?" I asked.
 
 "The one where I explained dominance and submission," he amplified.
 
 "Of course," I said.
 
 "Given your activities over the last few years, it appears that you
have found your spot on the spectrum," he said.
 
 "Well, I don't really feel like I'm fully developed yet, but I know
that I certainly enjoy the dominant side," I told him.
 
 "I could tell," he said with a smile.  "There have been a lot of
changes in this house in the last few years.  You've introduced some
lovely ladies into this house.  But now everything is going to change
again.  You're going off to school, and while I'm sure that you'll
come to visit occasionally, at least to get out of the Boston cold,
you'll probably never really live with us again.
 
 "But there are other changes that are happening as well.  You know
that we've become quite close to Renee.  We've decided that it's time
for a change at home, so Renee will be moving in with us to be our
maid.  She doesn't like her job, and it will be good to get Suzy out
of the small apartment that they are living in.  So Renee will be
moving into Girl's room, and Suzy will be moving into yours."
 
 "Not even gone yet, and you're giving away my room?" I asked with a
smile, though a small one.  "What's going to happen to Girl?"
 
 "Girl has been with us for a long time, but it is time for a change.
We have Renee now, and you are not going to be here either.  You are
going to college, and will be busy with schoolwork there, so we are
going to give Girl to you, to take care of your house and any other
needs that you might have."
 
 "Really?" I asked, looking over at Girl.  She glanced up at me with
almost an almost shy smile.
 
 "Really," my father said.  "Mary, stand next to me." My mother stood
and walked over to be next to my father.
 
 "Girl, come here!" my father demanded.  Girl walked to my parents and
knelt in front of them.  My father reached to his desk and picked up a
leash, which he attached to Girl's collar.  He pulled Girl up by her
collar and lifted her chin so that she was looking at him in the eye.
 
 "Girl, do you remember how you came into my possession?" my father
 asked Girl.
 
 "Yes, Sir," she replied.  "My old master instructed me that he was no
longer my master, that I must obey you instead."
 
 "And so, like your previous master did, I am renouncing my ownership
of you.  You will now belong to Jake, until he chooses to give you
away or discard you.  Whether it is cleaning his house, cooking his
meals or entertaining his friends with your body, you belong, body and
soul, to Jake.  Do you understand?"
 
 "Yes, Sir," she said.
 
 He gathered Girl in his arms and said, "You have been an excellent
slave, and I will always cherish the time that you were with us." Then
he took her leash and dragged Girl over to me, handing me the leash.
 
 "She is yours to do with as you will," Dad said to me.
 
 "Thank you very much for this gift.  I will cherish it and care for
 it," I told my father.
 
 "I know you will," he said.  "I have one favor to ask of you.  May we
borrow Girl for the night so that your mother and I can say good bye
to her properly?"
 
 "Of course," I said.  I turned to Girl and said, "Girl, tonight you
will go with my parents, but you are not to treat them as your Master
or Mistress.  Tonight, you will be their lover.  Do you understand?"
 
 "Yes, Sir," she replied with tears in her eyes.
 
 "But at 7:00 in the morning, I expect you to awaken me as you would
your owner.  Do you understand?"
 
 "Yes, Sir," she replied.
 
 "Then go!" I instructed.
 
 Girl smiled at me, then rushed up to me and gave me a kiss on the
cheek before rushing into the arms of my parents.  As they left the
room, Dad said, "Thank you, son.  You take Renee tonight to keep you
company." And I did, happily.
 
 +++++
 
 About a week before I was to leave for school, Roy stopped by my
house with Suzy in tow. I welcomed them in, and Roy pointed to a chair
and told Suzy, "Sit."
 
 I had been watching Roy and Suzy, and I was quite happy with my
choice. Roy was very good to Suzy, treating her well and caring for
what she thought and liked. At the same time, he understood what she
needed, and he was very firm in his control of her.  She had
blossomed, and so had he; he had become less shy and more
assertive. At this point, he could have had quite a few other girls as
well, a point that Suzy frequently made, however Roy seemed quite
content to stick solely with Suzy.
 
 "What's up?" I asked.
 
 "Well, I know you're going away next week, and I need something
before you go," he told me.
 
 "Sure, what do you need?" I asked.
 
 "I know what you wanted when you gave Suzy to me, and I have to say
that I've been quite pleased with her," he told me, looking very
fondly over at Suzy, who blushed. "But I also know that no matter how
much I take care of her, not matter how much I protect her, she will
still love you, the person who saved her."
 
 I glanced over at Suzy, and she was just looking down at the
floor. "You're leaving for a long time, and it wouldn't be fair if you
left before you said good-bye to Suzy properly, so I would appreciate
it if you'd take her for the next few days and say good bye properly."
 
 He looked at Suzy, whose head had jerked up in surprise; this was
clearly not a plan that he had shared with her. He stood up and walked
over to Suzy, pulling her up to stand in front of him. "Suzy, you are
to listen to Jake, doing anything that he asks of you, do you
understand?"
 
 Suzy glanced over at me, and eager expression on her face. "Yes, I
 understand Roy!"
 
 "One more thing," Roy told her, pulling her attention back to
himself. "This order does not end when he returns you to me. Whenever
he asks something of you, no matter what it is, including, especially,
anything sexual, you are to do as he asks, and know that I approve of
his actions. Do you understand?"
 
 Suzy looked at him, unbelieving. Roy turned to me and said, "Jake, my
life since Suzy has been better than I'd ever imagined, but I know
what Suzy wants, what would make Suzy happy, and I would be a poor
master if I did not do what I could to make her happy.  Jake, I mean
it. It would make me very happy if you gave Suzy what she wanted, not
just today, but any time that you had a chance to see her. Please?"
 
 I looked at him, as stunned as Suzy was. Tears were in my eyes when I
nodded my head. "I knew I had made the right choice, but I didn't know
how right I was," I said, and I grabbed him and hugged him.
 
 Roy blushed, then turned back to Suzy, admonishing her with a shaken
finger, "I don't want to hear that you've misbehaved!" he said,
leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek.  Suzy was not having any of
it, jumping into his arms and kissing him like she was trying to crawl
into him.
 
 Roy accepted the affection for a few moments, then pushed her
back. "I gave you a job, now go do it!" he said, waving at me and
heading out the door.
 
 We both looked after him for a minute, then Suzy turned to me with a
predatory gleam in her eye. She stalked towards me, pulling her
clothes off of her body as she came. She was nude by the time she
stepped into my arms, crushing her mouth to mine.
 
 We kissed intensely, until she pulled back and started working on my
clothes. "Wait," I told her. "This isn't the best place for this."
 
 "Then you'd better find the best place, because I'm not going to
wait," she told me, uncharacteristically aggressive.
 
 I grabbed her hand and we ran for my bedroom, where she jumped on me
again, pushing me to my bed. It was seconds before her cunt enveloped
my cock, and then she lay on my chest, her nipples digging into me,
her eyes burning into mine. "I love you, Jake," she said quietly. "I
always will." Then she pushed up and started riding me, slowly and
determinedly. She was able to drag an orgasm out of me before she
enjoyed one of her own, but for the next few days, every free moment
that I had was spent in or on Suzy.
 
 Before I left, I took Suzy back to Roy. When he opened the door, she
jumped into his arms, wrapping herself around him and kissing his face
all over, thanking him over and over again. I had already said my
goodbyes, so I quietly left them to get reacquainted.  Suzy was going
to show Roy just how grateful she was; I only wished that I could have
done something to show how grateful that I was.
 
  +++++
  
 So there it was.  An eighteen year old boy, going away to college.
Only instead of just taking a trunk and moving into a dorm, I was
taking three slaves and moving into my own house with an attached
Harem.  In addition to my slaves, I had Helen my friend, Sandy, one of
my girls, and it turns out, two more JGs.  It was going to be an
interesting four years, somewhat different, I imagined, then the
typical situation for a college freshman, however one which I was
quite ready to experience.
 
The End

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