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Subject: Quartet (Mf+ young teen cons) Chap 1 - Repost


Not long ago I picked up an ancient desktop computer at a yard sale,
figuring that I might be able to make it into a decent fish tank.  I was
a little surprised when I got it home to see that it actually booted
right up.  It had a massive 20 megabyte hard drive in it, and a little
quick investigation turned up an invisible partition.  And on that
partition was the following story:

WARNING! This story contains some rather naughty things, not suitable
for innocent eyes.  So if your eyes are innocent, or the legally
constituted authorities of your political entity have decreed that you
are too young to partake of such naughtiness, then please pass on
leaving this unread.

========================================

QUARTET

Chapter One

I was working when the doorbell rangÉor at least trying to convince
myself that I was working by drinking lots of coffee and pounding the
keyboard as though what I was doing were productive. The interruption
was welcome, and I got up and opened the door without bothering to
wonder who it might be. The four of them were standing there in their
plaid skirts, white middy blouses, and strange grins.

Three days before, on Tuesday, I had been at the mall around lunchtime
shopping for a few essentials, or perhaps just trying to avoid working,
and I didn't think I wanted to know which was really the case. I was on
my way to my car when they came running frantically up to me. "Mister!"
one of them had shouted, "Can you help us? Please?" I had looked around
for homicidal pursuers, and finding none, cautiously offered that I
might be able to if they would tell me what kind of help they were
looking for. They all began chattering excitedly but I picked out a
couple of garbled references to "Kelly" and it became clear through all
the confusion that they were hitchhiking. They had overstayed their
lunch hour at the mall, and now they were in danger of being late for
their afternoon classes at Bishop Kelly Middle School, a couple of miles
away. Being by nature a good Samaritan, or at least not being in any
hurry to get back to work, I agreed to give them a ride back to school.

All the short time they were in the car they regaled me with tales of
the mall, of boys they loved and teachers they hated, of mischief they
had perpetrated (most imaginary, some not, I had guessed). I had
navigated the distance briskly enough to get them back on time, and as I
pulled to a stop, they jumped out, never breaking the cadence of their
conversation, but thanking me profusely. As they went running up the
steps one of them had turned, made hugging motions, and blown me a kiss.

Now here they were, standing in front of my door on Friday morning. As I
was trying to remember who was whoÉthey were collectively Jen, Karen,
Sam, and Sue, but the name-face pairings were a little fuzzyÉthe one I
thought was Jen said "We brought you some cookies!". Sure enough,
another (Sam, I thought) proffered a paper bag which most assuredly held
something which smelled like cookies. "Can we come in?" said a third.
"Oh, of course. I'm sorry. Come on in," I said in some confusion, and
stepped aside.

"I hope you're not too busy, Mr. Marshall." I was starting to get them
mentally sorted out. Sue had been the speaker, and the one who had asked
to come in.

"Well, I was working, but I needed a break anyway, so you're not
interrupting. But how did you find me, andÉ shouldn't you be in school?"

"We're cutting classes!" blurted the one I thought was Karen.

Then Jen offered an explanation of sorts: "Your name and address were on
all that mail in the back seat. The rejection notices," she smirked.

I smiled. "Oh. You found my collection," I said.

"Yeah. And then this morning at Home Ec we made cookies, so we decided
that we'd bring you some to thank you for saving our lives before," she
continued.

"Well, thanks. I appreciate it. But you really didn't need to, you know.
I was glad to help."

Karen offered an alternate explanation, "It's too nice a day to be in
school, anyway."

They were all looking around at my monumental clutter in knowledgeable
appreciation. I suspected that their mothers would not appreciate my
example. In the brief pause, I tried to put names to faces. Samantha
(Sam) was the knockout. She was tall and trim, with dark auburn hair and
emerald eyes, and could easily pass for eighteen. I suspected that she
might be a little self-conscious about her development, and that perhaps
would explain her apparent shynessÐÐat least compared to the others. Jen
was a cute little redhead, slim with a light smattering of freckles. Sue
had long light brown hair, dark blue eyes, and was at least as
well-endowed as Sam, though she looked more her age; a lot of her
baby-fat was still with her. Karen was the blonde; slender and petite,
beautifully clear-cut features.

"We don't want to bother you or anything, but we thought maybe you might
like to take a break along with us today," Jen said.

"Thanks, Jen," I said. "I appreciate it. I think I could use a little
change of pace. What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, nothing in particular, really. Just kinda hang around and relax." I
had the distinct feeling that Jen was not being totally honest. The look
of anticipation on the faces of the other girls told me that there was
something else coming. "Do you have any cards?" she asked casually.

"I'm sure I have some around here somewhere, but I don't have any idea
where they are. I can get some, if you like."

"No, that's okay," said Sue. "I have some here."

Jen took the deck from Sue and asked expectantly, "Do you know how to
play Hearts?"

I assured her that I did, and she said, "Great!", riffled quickly
through the cards and extracted the deuces of clubs and diamonds, and
explained that with five people we would play with fifty cards, pass
left, right, double-left, double-right, hold, hand to the left of dealer
leads anything except a Heart, Queen of Spades breaks Hearts, break
Hearts anytime. We all sat in a rough circle on the floor and she
quickly dealt out five hands as Karen took a piece of paper from her
notebook and started a scoresheet.

As might be expected from the way it started, the game went quickly. The
girls seemed to be going out of their way to act like girls: squealing,
giggling, and generally having an obvious, and obviously artificial,
good time. I got into an early lead, but the girls began to team up
against me and I got crushed, with Sue the winner.

"That was fun," I said, quite honestly. It had been fun, though the fun
wasn't exactly all in the Hearts game, but rather in trying to figure
out what was really going on, and simply in the presence of the girls.

"Yeah. It was. Wanna play some strip poker?" asked Jen innocently.

I felt the blood pounding through my veins. These girls were all within
a year of thirteen, I guessed. I was over forty. What on earth did they
have in mind? "Well, sure. Why not? How do you want to play?"

Jen had been shuffling and playing with the deck. She reached behind
her, took the two deuces which had been unused in the Hearts game,
inserted them in the deck, and said, "Five card draw, nothin' wild.
Winner gets to take one piece of clothes off anybody she wants. Or he
wants, of course."

I grinned. "Something sounds a little wrong with that, somehow." I
paused. "After that last game I have the distinct feeling that I might
be a little outnumbered here."

Jen gave the appearance of giving the matter some deep thought and then
suggested, "Well, maybe you're right. What do you say we give you an
advantage? If you win, then you get to take one piece of clothes from
each of us. OK, gang?" They all nodded and made acquiescing noises.

"That sounds a little better, but it still sounds like I have a
reasonable possibility of losing four times as often as I win, wouldn't
you say?"

"Well, maybe, but then the payoff is four times as much, right? So it's
still fair."

"Tell you what. How about giving me the option of either taking one
piece of clothing from each of you, or four pieces from any one of you?"

Jen's eyes narrowed. "I don't think that's fair, either. One of us could
be out in no time. Let us talk it over a minute." The girls all put
their heads together and began whispering conspiratorially. When they
broke, Jen offered, "OK. How about this? Whenever you win, you get your
choice. You can take one piece from each of us, or two pieces from any
one of us."

"Done!" I said. "Deal 'em."

Karen won the first hand, and she leaned over and pulled my shoes off.
"Hey!" I protested, "that's two pieces!"

"Nope," Sue said. "Stuff that comes in pairs counts as one."

"Oh. OK"

I won the second hand, and took the shoes from each of the girls.

Karen won again and took my socks. Then Sam won and took my belt. Then I
won another hand and took all their socks. Moving to each of the eight
legs in turn, I braced one hand behind a knee and with the other pulled
soft fabric down along a calf and off a foot. My heart was starting to
throb madly. Jen won and took my shirt. Sam won again and took my tee
shirt. Things were getting breezy. I won and decided it was time to make
a move. I moved to Jen and said, "I think you're going to have to stand
up now, Jen." I took first her skirt, then her half-slip with my double
move. She blushed, but didn't protest. Through her thin panties I could
see the faintest trace of a wisp of hair. Sue won the next hand, and
came over, slowly unbuttoned my pants, slid down my zipper, said simply
"Lift," and when I lifted my hips from the floor, pulled my pants off.

I was glad I was wearing briefs instead of boxers, but my erection was
still very obvious. Next hand was a dead standoff between Jen and me, so
it didn't count and we threw it in. I won the next hand outright and
moved toward Jen. She turned red as a beet as I started unbuttoning her
blouse, but as I opened it up she seemed to lose her embarrassment. She
pressed her chest out to me as I pulled the blouse down and over her
arms. She was wearing a chemise, and I was sure the other girls were as
well. I began gently pulling the chemise up and over her head, and she
lifted her arms to let me take it off. She was left in bra and panties.
"OK, dude," she said. "It's OK Corral time." She dealt the cards. I had
a pair of nine's and kept an Ace as kicker. She dealt me an Ace and a
seven. My Aces up felt pretty good. But then Sam slowly turned over
three fives. She grinned and faked a move toward Jen's bra, then came
over to me. She said, "I think you have to stand up this time." I did
so. She put her fingers inside the waistband of my briefs on each side
and started to pull them down; then she realized that there was an
obstruction. She slid her hands forward and stretched the elastic out to
clear it, then pulled my briefs down around my ankles. She patted the
back of my calf and said, copying Sue, "Lift." I did so and she pulled
away my last asset. I was bankrupt.

"Well, what now? Do we just keep playing?" I asked as I sat back down.

"Yeah! But not poker!" laughed Sue. She reached over and touched my
cock, just letting her finger run lightly down the top side. Then she
circled it with her fingers and let her thumb press into the bottom. "It
feels neat," she said, "it's kind of twitching." She carefully stroked
it a couple of times, then released it. I didn't know what to say, so I
didn't say anything. Jen was next.

"Why don't you just lie back and relax, Mr. Marshall?" she said as she
reached over and squeezed it a couple of times, then stroked it. I
leaned back on my elbows. She was tighter and slower than Sue, but just
as tentative. "It's kind of rippledy feeling, isn't it? And there's kind
of a soft place on the bottomÉ" she trailed off. "And this part is real
velvety, real nice."

Next Karen tried it. She grasped it tightly and moved it back and forth
a couple of times, then twisted it left and right before stroking up and
down three, four, five times. All she said was a thoughtful, "Uh-huhÉ."
Pre-cum was starting to flow freely now, and it trickled down over
Karen's fingers. She ignored it, but Jen spoke up and asked me if that
was the stuff that was kind of a lubricant. I confirmed it.

Sam moved up very close and bent over to examine it carefully as her
fingers lightly moved it out of the way and she began to roll my balls
back and forth with her other hand. "Hey!" she said, "Try these, too!
You can roll 'em around and everything!"

Now with the first "round" out of the way, they began to chatter
excitedly again, for the most part almost ignoring me as they discussed
my plumbing, then looking up at me now and then and asking a question or
making a comment. By now the fluid was flowing in earnest. They had
apparently had this all planned, because they never talked about how
much each of them could do as they took turns, but they all appeared to
be careful not to set anything off. Occasionally now when one of them
discovered something especially interesting, they would each try it
briefly without waiting for their turn, then do more investigation when
their time came. They had all been around three times, and were starting
their fourth cycle when Sue said suddenly, "I wanna try something my
sister told me aboutÉ" By this time I was lying flat on my back on the
floor, trying to maintain my composure, when she suddenly bent over,
threw her hair clear with a flick of her head, and covered my cock with
her mouth.

She began to suck and chew, circling my cock with her tongue. Jen chimed
in, "All right! I got it next!" Karen kept her eyes glued on Sue's head
as it bobbed up and down; her eyes glistened, but she said not a word.
Sam looked on in horror for a moment, then gurgled "Oooooh, Gross!" She
turned her head away briefly, then couldn't resist turning back around
to watch in fascinated disgust.

Sue was, quite honestly, starting to drive me crazy. I was already on
the brink from the game and from having all the girls play with me, and
now her mouth was about to finish me off. I wanted to warn her, but I
couldn't speak. There were excited voices contributing a counterpoint,
but I couldn't sort them out. Sue kept sucking, licking, chewing, and
finally I couldn't hold out any longer. My back arched and I groaned
loudly as I felt my jism explode into her mouth. Her head jerked
slightly but sharply, but she hardly missed a beat. There was a loud
gasp from one of the others, I couldn't tell which. She continued to
suck and swallow as I shot a second stream, and then a third, into her.
When she felt my spasms subside, she pulled away, sucking to get every
last drop she could. When she pulled clear, Jen burst out "Did you get
his cum in your mouth, Sue?"

Sue opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue to reveal a trace of
my white stuff along the top of it. She licked her lips, swallowed, and
with a huge grin on her face said, "Yep."

"How was it?" Jen wanted to know.

"It was absolutely great," Sue answered. "I wanna do it again."

"It's my turn next, Sue!" Jen protested. She started to turn toward me.

"I don't think there's any left right now, Jen. I think I got it all,"
Sue said complacently.

"That's not fair, Sue! You should have left some for everybody!" Jen
said indignantly.

"Not me!" exclaimed Sam. "That's really gross! How can you do that?"

"I'd like to try it, too," said Karen. "But I don't think I want to get
a whole lot. Just a taste, maybe."

"There'll be some more pretty soon, won't there, Mr. Marshall?" Sue
tried to appease Jen, who was really starting to look upset. Without
waiting for me to answer, she turned to Karen. "Kar, if you want to try
it, now would be a good time. He won't have much left for you now, and
when you're finished, maybe he'll be ready for Jen."

"OK, I think I will." Without another word, she quickly lowered her head
as though she didn't want to give herself a chance to change her mind.
She took my cock into her mouth and began to suck. After being drained
by Sue, I had started to soften a little, but now I began to come fully
erect again. Karen's head began to bob up and down as she sucked and
chewed. She pulled away briefly and said to the assembled multitude,
"This is neat. I like this." She began licking the bottom of my shaft,
flicking her tongue up against my glans, then she licked all around the
head before taking me again into her mouth. Then she began to work on me
again.

"Karen, you better not take all of him this time like Sue did!" Jen
warned.

"I won't," Karen promised. But she kept working on me, and I could feel
the pressure building. I reached down and put my hand lightly on her
head, trying to warn her, I think. I think she could tell something was
happening, too, because she began to suck more vigorously. Suddenly, I
gave her one long spurt. She took the full force of it at first, then
tried to open her mouth to take me like a water fountain I suppose, but
when she did, the tail of the stream trailed up along her cheek tracing
the side of her nose. Startled, she quickly stuck me back in her mouth
and began to suck again.

"Karen!!!!" Jen screamed. "That's not fair! That was my turn. You
promised you would save it for me!"

Karen gave a last long lingering lick over the head of my cock, and then
turned to Jen. "I meant to, Jen. Really, I did. I just couldn't help
it." Unthinking, she wiped her face with her finger and sucked it clean,
too.

"Oh, you just couldn't help it, huh? Well that's just too bad. And what
am I supposed to do now? You suck!" When she realized what she had said,
Jen blushed as deeply as when I had removed her clothes.

"Yeah. I guess I do, don't I?" Karen responded. "Pretty well, too, huh
Mr. Marshall?"

"UhÉ" I said.

"He can't talk yet, silly!" Jen was grinning again. "Can you, Mr.
Marshall? But I get the next one for sure, right? And it's gonna be the
biggest of all, too, right?"

"I dunno, Jen," Sue cautioned. "He's probably dry for sure by now. I
guess we can try to pump him up again, though. OK, Mr. Marshall?" I
nodded weakly. "Anyway, Jen. You're the one he was trying to undress
before. Why don't you let him finish the job? Watch him perk up when he
does that."

"You wanna finish undressin' me, Mr. Marshall?" Jen said in my
direction. I motioned to her to come closer. She came and knelt down
beside me. I pulled myself to one elbow, and then to a sitting position.
My cock was still more than half erect as I reached toward Jen, put my
arms around her, and unfastened her bra strap. I let my hands slide up
along her shoulder blades and hook beneath the straps. I slid them down
off her shoulders and pulled her bra away. Her breasts barely swelled
away from her chest, but they were perfectly formed. Her nipples were
erect.

"Very nice, Jen," I said. I moved forward to study her nipples, then let
my tongue flick across one. She moaned softly. I licked the other, then
took it lightly between my teeth. I sucked it into my mouth, then
pressed it out with my tongue. I cupped my hands around her breasts and
felt their softness.

Karen spoke up, "You're right, Sue. He's standing up just as much as he
was before, I think. Is he ready yet?"

"Nope. Not yet. Give him another fifteen or twenty minutes, I'd say."
Sue's sister must have been telling her quite a lot of things. "You can
take her panties off too, if you want to, Mr. Marshall."

At that, Jen leaned forward, pressing her breast into my face and
lifting her hips. I wanted to. Keeping her nipple in my mouth, I slid my
hands down along her sides until my thumbs hooked her panties. I pulled
them down until my fingers found the crease below her buttocks. I
kneaded her firm flesh gently for a few moments and then reluctantly
released it to slide her panties down below her knees and off her feet.
When they came free, Jen spat out "I can't wait, I'm gonna try it
now!!!" She twirled around and dived down to my crotch. Her erect nipple
pressed into my side, and my arm was left embracing her thighs. I was
wondering whether I dared lift her hips up and over my face when Sam
spoke up.

"What's he taste like, Jen?"

Jen lifted her head from my cock and answered, "He tastes good! That's
how he tastes! But those two cunts drained him and there's no juice left
for me!" Then she sucked me in again and went back to work.

Sam asked the room, "Are you sure it will take him fifteen minutes to do
that again?"

Sue answered, "Pretty sure, Sam. At least ten for sure."

"Okay, then," Sam said softly, "Why don't you let me suck him for a
couple of minutes, Jen? You can save it for when he's ready."

Karen chortled. "Oh, really, Sam? I thought it was so gross! How noble
of you to degrade yourself to help Jen!"

"Well, everybody else has done it, and I don't mind doing it if he's not
going to get anything in my mouth."

During this entire exchange Jen had kept desperately sucking away. Now
she lifted her head and said to Sam, "OK, but if you drain him like the
others did, I'll dismember you!" She straightened up and then lay back
down beside me, turned toward me, and tucked herself in.

Sam picked up my tee shirt and used it to wipe my cock. I supposed that
she didn't want to share saliva with her friends. Then she lowered her
mouth over me. At first she just held it in her mouth, then as her hand
cupped my balls her tongue started to probe all around. She gave a
couple of tentative sucks, and then she settled into a rhythm. My balls
began to ache. I began to thrust almost imperceptibly against her mouth
with my hips. Sam lifted her head and announced, "This isn't bad at all.
I kinda like this."

At that, Jen jumped up. "That's enough, Sam! Get away from there!" Sam
backed meekly away. "If you want to do something, why don't you show him
your tits? I'll bet your big ol' tits will really turn him on."

No sooner had Samantha pulled away than Jen dived down and began sucking
me frantically. I watched Sam to see what she would do. She had started
to unbutton her blouse when Sue stopped her.

"Sam, don't do that. Let Mr. Marshall do it." Sam stopped sheepishly and
turned to me.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Marshall," she said, "Would you like to undress me?"

I nodded. She moved over to me. Jen was sucking and working away. Like a
kid saving his appetite for desert, I unfastened Sam's skirt and pulled
it off, then finished unbuttoning her blouse and slid it off her
shoulder. As I removed her half-slip, Sam began talking to me. "Do you
really think this will help, Mr. Marshall?" she asked. I nodded.
"Listen, then," she said. "When Jen is finished, do you think I could
maybe do it some more? I mean I don't really care if I get stuff in my
mouth, I don't think. I just want to try that again, if it's ok with
you." I nodded again. I wasn't willing to risk trying to speak.

Karen spoke up. "Hey, guys. Instead of Mr. Marshall just doing us one at
a timeÉtaking our clothes off, I meanÉwhy don't we let him do us all
together, except Jen, I mean. I mean he already did Jen."

"Yeah. That's fair," agreed Sue. "Anyway, this is getting kind of
awkward for him, I think. Let him up, Jen. Can you stand up, Mr.
Marshall?"

"ÉI'll tryÉ" I said weakly.

Jen started making noises with her mouth, which didn't exactly help
matters. Then she motioned me to get up. This was going to be tricky. I
twisted to one side, being careful to let Jen follow, then got up on an
elbow and tucked my feet back. I rolled up onto my knees, and Jen stayed
with me. I got one foot against the floor, then the other girls,
laughing, grabbed my arms and helped me stand up. Jen got to her knees,
keeping me firmly in her mouth. I was obviously a little shaky, and Sam
stood next to me, letting me brace myself against her. Then she moved
around behind me and put her arms around my waist, but well above Jen's
bobbing head. I leaned back against her, and I could feel her breasts
against my back.

The contortions of getting to my feet had been distracting, and while I
hadn't exactly gone soft, not with Jen in action, the magic had started
to go. Then Karen stepped up beside me, curtsied, and said, "My skirt,
sire." The magic came back. I reached behind her, unfastened her skirt
and let it drop. While I had my arms around her, she leaned forward into
me and nuzzled me. She stepped out of her skirt, and off to one side.

Sue took her place. She didn't say a word, just took my hands, put them
around her to the back of her skirt, and licked her lips slightly. That
was all it took. I was far from fully loaded, but I gave Jen a short
shot of what she had been trying for. She gagged.

She jerked away and spat on to the floor. I think we were all honestly
shocked. There was a moment of total silence, and everyone was frozen in
place. Then Sue said with real concern, "Are you okay, Jen?"

Jen looked pained. She shuddered. Finally everyone moved. Sue and Karen
moved to Jen and helped her up. Sam moved back around to my side, but
was sensible enough not to turn loose of me, because if she had, I would
have fallen.

"I'm really sorry, Jen," I said. "I should have warned you, I just
couldn't. It kinda caught me by surprise, too."

Jen was pale. She looked up at me and said, "I want to try it again."

I think I stammered. "I'm not sure I can do it again, Jen."

"You damn well better do it again, Mr. Marshall," she said coldly. "And
next time, you better do it a ton, too. It just caught me by surprise
and went down the wrong way that time."

Sue spoke carefully, "Jen, I don't think that's fair. Mr. Marshall isn't
exactly a kid, you know. And he's been real nice about giving everybody
a chance. Why don't you just wait till next time and we'll let you go
first then."

While I was wondering what she meant by "next time", Jen spat back,
"Well, he's got some more undressing to do, doesn't he? I want a fair
chance, not like before. This time I'm gonna wait to start sucking until
he's ready, so I'll know when it's gonna happen."

Sam spoke up. "Jen, if it's all right with youÉ" Then she stopped,
perhaps thinking better of it.

Jen sat suddenly and sullenly cross-legged on the floor. "Go on," she
said, "Get him pumped up again."

"Okay, Jen. Whatever you say," Sue responded sardonically. "Now where
were we?" She backed me up against the wall, and put my arms around her
again. Suddenly her breasts seemed huge. I unfastened her skirt and let
it fall to the floor. She moved away like a dancer, and Karen took her
place. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought I could feel her
heartbeat against my fingers as I unbuttoned her blouse. Her hot breath
against me as she leaned forward to let me drop the blouse off her
shoulders was not imagination.

Since the wall was providing my support now, Sam had moved in front of
me to watch the proceedings. Jen had now buried her head in her arms,
only now and then glancing up to make sure we weren't cheating.

Sue and Karen kept alternately stepping up in front of me to be
undressed until they, like Sam, were wearing chemise, bra, and panties.
The ceremony was now proceeding almost soundlessly, reverentially. Sam
moved up and whispered to her two like-clothed friends. They went into a
sort of huddle and then lined up in front of me: Sue on my left, then
Karen, and then Sam. Jen was now watching intently. Karen counted, "One,
two, three!" Three hands flashed out. Stone, paper, scissors. Karen won,
and stepped forward. I took off her chemise. She stepped back and Sam
offered herself. Then Sue. I now had one naked teenager sitting on the
floor, and three others standing in front of me in bra and panties. Ah!
Wilderness were Paradise enow!

Karen counted again. This time it was Sam who won and stepped forward.
When I took her bra off, her breasts jutted proudly out at me, and she
still looked eighteenÉor twenty-three. I couldn't resist letting my hand
slide along the side of one as she stepped back and let Sue take her
place. Surprisingly, Sue's breasts were actually larger than Sam's. I
slid my hands beneath them and weighed them. She grinned slyly as she
saw my expression. Karen was looking more and more crestfallen as her
turn came. She shouldn't have. Her breasts were small, even for her age,
smaller even than Jen's. But they were beautiful. I touched them
respectfully, then leaned forward and kissed each of them. Then kissed
each of her nipples. She gasped, and held my head tenderly against her
for a few seconds. Then she stepped back, and in a faltering voice, she
counted again. There was a tie, and she counted again. This time she won
again herself. Instead of stepping forward herself, she motioned toward
Sam, leaving herself for last again. Sam moved to me to offer her
panties. I claimed them slowly, treasuring each pubic glimpse, and
equally the feel of her flesh as I slid my hands down along her
buttocks, then her thighs, then her legs. When Sue moved up for her
turn, I found that she had not a few wispy traces, but a full,
magnificent, bush. I stared at it in awed admiration for a few seconds,
and then she placed her hands on the back of my head and began pressing
me forward. Just as I started to extend my tongue, she stopped me. I
looked up at her in anguish, and she said beatifically, "Later," and
stepped back. Karen moved to me with her panties, the last article of
clothing still worn among the five of us. I slid them down and off of
her. She had only a tiny wisp or two, but her body was perfect. I leaned
forward, and lacking courage for what I wanted, kissed her belly just
below her navel. She cradled my head to her and stroked my hair gently.

Sue broke the spell by saying, "Judging by the way he's dripping, Jen,
I'd say he's just about ready. Do you want to try him again?"

"Yeah. But I want him lying down like he was before, OK?"

I gave Karen's buttocks and thighs one last loving caress, and started
to lie down. Sue and Sam helped me down. I was lying flat on my back
with the girls kneeling around me. I had one arm around Sam's hips, and
the other around Karen's. Sue was beside Karen, and Jen was moving into
position between my legs. Sue and Sam began to caress the inside of my
thighs, and my cock was pounding uncontrollably. Jen swallowed, looked
up at me and said, "You tell me when it's coming, OK," and took it into
her mouth. Whatever misgivings she might have had, Jen was not shy about
sucking and licking. She wasn't going to give up. Karen moved her hand
to my nipple and began teasing it. Sam saw what she was doing and came
in on the other side. I could fell my cock starting to twitch strongly.
I cleared my throat. My cock started to tingle. I wasn't sure how long I
was going to be able to hold out, so I said, "JenÉ"

She answered with an "Mm-Hmm," which didn't help much.

I said, "Jen, you'd better get ready, I think."

She nodded. When she nodded, she pressed her tongue into the bottom of
my cock and had her teeth resting lightly on the top of it. I moaned,
"Jen!" and fired a small load into her mouth.

This time she fared better. I felt a couple more small trickles slip
from me. She kept sucking and pulling until there was no more to be had.
She sucked it dry, then spread her hands above her head in a sign of
victory. She bobbed her head a couple more times, sucking hard and
squeezing with her lips and tongue. I was squeezing Karen and Sam for
all I was worth, too. When an anguished and voiceless cry finally came
gargling up from my throat, Jen finally pulled her head up and off of
me. Sam looked at her admiringly and said, "Better this time, huh, Jen?"
Jen looked briefly at her, eyes sparkling, then spat my cum into my tee
shirt, which she had found on the floor.

"Yeah," Jen answered. "It was really great. I knew that I had a problem
before because I got caught by surprise."

"Then why did you spit it out this time, Jen?" Karen probed. "You're
supposed to drink it."

"Haven't you ever seen a wine tasting or anything? You're just supposed
to taste it to enjoy it, you're not supposed to swallow it."

" Oh. Really? Well, I like swallowing it, Jen, so if you're just going
to spit it out, why don't you leave it for the rest of us?" Karen
persisted.

"Do you think there might be a little bit left?" asked Sam, "I want to
try just a little, if that's ok." The last appeared to be directed at
me, the first might have been, too.

The nearness of all this fine musky girl-flesh was proving too much for
me. I groaned slightly. "There might be a little left, Sam, just a few
drops maybe. I don't know if I can make any more for you now or not, I
just don't know."

"Don't worry, Mr. Marshall. It'll be ok. You've been real nice, so you
just relax; I'll just take whatever's left this time and you can make
some more for us next time, ok?" There was that "next time" again. I was
trying to figure out what to make of it when Sam moved slowly into
position and lowered her head. Karen was still sitting next to me:
caressing me, idly running her fingers through my hair, and humming
softly. Jen and Sue were standing on the other side of me in a quiet
discussion. Sam's mouth took me in, and she began almost languidly to
massage me with her tongue and suck rhythmically.

Incredibly, with Sam sucking me, Karen caressing me, and totally
surrounded by naked girls, I fell into a dreamlike state, and my
erection began to subside. Sam began to chew softly, apparently enjoying
the different feeling. She lifted her head, covering me with her hands,
and said, "I like that, Mr. Marshall, and I got a little of the
leftover, too. Enough to get a little taste, anyway. Thanks a lot." Then
she went back down and resumed. She was cradling my balls and gently
feeling them as her mouth worked. My erection started recovering.

Jen and Sue sat back down next to me, watching Sam and Karen. "How are
you guys doin'?" Sue asked. The voices could have been coming from a
distant room, or another planet.

Karen took her eyes from me and looked at Sue. "Fine here, Sue. Sam is
trying to get some more. I don't know how she's doing. When are we gonna
do this again? We need to make some kind of plans, you know."

"We've been talking about that," Jen said, "and I think we've got an
idea. Mr. Marshall, can you talk now or do you want to wait until Sam
finishes?"

I could feel the tingling again, getting stronger. I tried once to
speak, but no sound left my lips. I was trying to think, but couldn't
finish a thought. I felt soft hands on my chest. And then I felt my
balls erupt. There couldn't have been more than a few drops to be fired,
but my whole body shuddered. Sam sucked with all her might; she chewed
and pulled, and took all that I had left. "Way to go, Sam!" someone
shouted. I thought it was Karen. Sam kept me in her mouth, now softly
chewing again.

"I'm impressed, Mr. Marshall," said Sue. "Just relax for a couple of
minutes, and then we'll talk. I'll tell the others what Jen and I had in
mind, but I'll repeat it for you when you're ready, so you don't have to
worry about it, ok?" She continued without waiting for an answer from
me, which was smart because she would have had to wait for a while. I
was totally drained. I was also almost completely soft, even though Sam
never stopped chewing on me. "You're kind of a writer, right? Well, why
don't you offer to give writing lessons to a small group. You would have
to charge enough to make it believable, but I'm sure we could get our
parents to let us do it. We could meet one or two evenings a week at
least. You could make up an ad for the bulletin board down by the mall,
with tabs and everything, and we could take all of the tabs."

"Wouldn't we have to do a lot of writing or something, though?" asked
Karen. "There would have to be assignments and everything, and we would
have to really learn something or our parents would probably get mad at
Mr. Marshall."

"Don't you think it would be worth a little extra work, Karen?" Jen
responded. "And anyway, what could it hurt?"

Sam lifted her head and said, "I think it sounds like a good idea. I
don't mind doing some extra writing. I think it would all be fun." She
took me back in her mouth and resumed her chewing.

"Can you talk while Sam is doing that, Mr. Marshall? Do you want her to
stop so you can think about it? Did you even hear what I was talking
about?" Sue spoke slowly and clearly for me.

I cleared my throat and said, "It's all right.I heard what you said. I
don't know. It sounds a little risky to me. What if somebody wants to
know more about it? What if somebody else wants to join? What if your
parents get suspicious?"

Sue had the answers, or most of them. "Don't worry about that. You can
put your name and phone number just on the tabs, and we'll take all the
tabs before we put your ad up on the board. It will be ok."

"When can we start?" asked Karen.

"Lets make up the ad now and take it to the mall," said Jen. "Then we
can talk to our parents tonight and get them to call Mr. Marshall this
weekend and we can start next week."

Sam was chewing on my soft cock as if it were chewing gum. She raised
her head and said, "We oughta let Mr. Marshall make up the ad, though."
She looked up at me. "Will you do it for us, Mr. Marshall?"

What could I say? I nodded slowly. The girls cheered. Sue looked at Sam
and asked, "You through, Sam? Can he write it up now?" Sam nodded and
sat back on her heels. The other girls helped me to my feet and steadied
me as I tried to get my balance. Sam stood up and took my hand. They
quietly and respectfully led me to my desk.

I sat down and took a couple of deep breaths, then reached into a drawer
and pulled out a 5-by-8 card and rolled it into the typewriter. I began
to type.


Professional Writer conducting seminar for small group. Reasonable
rates. Private tutoring available.


I left room on the bottom of the card for a dozen tabs. wrote my phone
number on four of them, took a pair of scissors and made the cuts. I
handed the card to Sue and told her, "Be careful no one notices you put
this up."

"No problem, Mr. Marshall. We'll take care of it. Our parents should
start calling you tomorrow." She tore off all of the tabs and handed out
the ones with phone numbers.

"I'm still not sure what I'm going to say, you know. How much do you
think I should charge?"

Karen answered, "Music lessons are about twenty dollars, but that's for
one person for a half-hour. If we make the lessons an hour, then each of
us should probably pay about fifteen dollars, maybe." They all seemed to
think that was about right to be affordable without being suspicious.

I thought for a few moments. Prison probably wouldn't be all that bad.
And I would have my memories. Besides, the way things were going they
might never take me alive. I gave them a wry smile. "Well, then. I guess
we'll try it." They cheered again.

I suddenly realized that I was still naked, and surrounded by naked
girls. I pushed back the chair and stood up. The girls moved up to hug
me; Karen stopped abruptly and said, "Wow!" The others all began to ooh
and aah. I was rock hard again. Each of them reached out to touch it
affectionately.

Sue spoke up. "Let's save some for next time, ok? He's done more than we
could have expected today, anyway. Is there anything else you'd like to
do before we get dressed, Mr. Marshall?" She looked at me with an evil
twinkle in her eye.

I looked around. None of the others gave any indication that they knew
what Sue was talking about. I considered briefly. Plans and writing
classes were all very well, but this could still be the last chance I
would have. I cleared my throat.

"Yes, Sue, I think there is. I'd like to give each of you a thank-you
kiss." She smiled and stepped forward.

I bent toward her and kissed her neck, then crouched down and ran my
tongue around her nipple before taking it briefly into my lips. I took
her breast in my hand. It was warm and firm, and very squeezable. I
dropped lower and kissed her belly. She placed her hands on my head and
moved it lower. My lower lip touched soft hair. My tongue slipped out
and began searching. It found her clit and licked across it two or three
times, then, tasting her juices, slid shallowly into her. Her hands
pressed my face firmly into her and she rocked her hips slowly. She
began to sway gently, then she said quietly, "You're welcome," and
moving my head away, pulled me up as she bent over and kissed me on the
lips. Then she stood up, said, "Next," stepped aside, and began
gathering up her clothes.

Karen said quickly, "I'm next," and stepped in front of me, nearly
knocking Jen aside. Jen glared at her but didn't say anything. I
remembered the delicious taste of Karen's slender body and looked
greedily at her erect nipples. I began with her eyelids, wanting to make
it last. She made soft purring sounds as I moved down her body. When I
took her nipple between my lips, I could feel her heart pounding. There
was very little to mask her heartbeat, after all, but the sensation
thrilled me. As I worked my way down across her belly my hand touched
her inner thigh, and I felt the wetness flowing from her. When my tongue
found her opening and slid into her, she shivered. Her taste was
maddeningly exciting, and my tongue began to lap deeper and deeper. Her
hands clenched in my hair and began to press me hard into her. Her hips
began to rock with increasing force. She began to moan. I covered her
clit with my upper lip, then briefly pulled my tongue out of her to lap
at it. She pressed harder, and I slid my tongue back into her. I began
to match her rhythm, pulling her hips into me and squeezing her
buttocks. Suddenly her knees buckled, and she nearly fell on top of me.
I caught her and eased her to the floor. She lay writhing on her back,
so I moved between her legs, kissed her thighs, and slid up to push my
tongue into her again. Her hips thrust violently against me, and my
tongue lapped stiffly inside her. She was now moaning loudly and
panting. Suddenly her body convulsed. An animal scream came pouring out
of her. She shuddered again and again, then fell silent and limp. I slid
up to put my arms around her and kiss her forehead and eyelids. She held
me languidly and kissed my neck.

"Geeeeeze," sighed Sam breathlessly.

Jen was silent and wide-eyed, appearing rather shaken.

"Next," said Sue sardonically. No one moved. Karen sat up slowly.

"I'll go again if nobody else wants to," she said huskily.

Sam spoke up, "I'm ready. I justÉ What happens if I ask to stop?" Jen
was still silent, and seemed almost in a trance.

"Then I stop, of course, Sam," I assured her.

"OK. I might stop, but then you can start over, if you want. I'm just a
little afraid of what will happen to me. I'll be okay, though." Sam
might have been a little shy, but she certainly seemed to understand
herself, and didn't mind being honest. I was still on the floor, so I
extended my hand to Sam, and she helped me up. I stepped up to her and
held her close to me, almost as if we were slow-dancing. Her head was
turned against my chest, and I stroked her bare back, feeling her
nipples pressed into me. My fingers traced the lines of her ear as I
kissed the top of her head. I could feel her heart pounding. I bent to
kiss her forehead. She turned her face up to me, and I kissed her lips.
Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and suddenly I was the one who was on
the verge of panic. I recovered quickly, and we continued to kiss
deeply. My thumb was tracing the curve of her throat. I bent to kiss the
territory explored by my thumb, and my hand ventured deeper. I covered
her breast lightly with my hand, her nipple hard against my palm. My
hand moved slightly up and down, side to side, teasing her nipple. I
crouched lower and kissed the mound of her other breast, then let my
tongue circle the nipple a few times before taking it into my mouth. My
hand began to press a bit harder, testing the firm resistance of her
breast. She was stroking my hair. My mouth began moving to the underside
of her breast as my hand slid down her side to the curve of her hip.
"Mr. Marshall," she said, "I don't want you to stop, but I want to lie
down now before I have to, if it's okay with you."

Without a word, I straightened up and held her hands, lowering her to
the floor, then lay down beside her and returned my attention to her
breasts. She began purring softly as she continued to stroke my head.
Her breasts of course had a totally different feel when she was lying on
her back, and I wanted to absorb that feel completely before I moved on.
Also, from this position I was able to drop my hand to her thigh and
slide my thumb up to rest against the side of her clit, and her fluid
soaking my fingers made me want to prolong that feeling as well.
Finally, however, I slid my hand down behind her knee and let my lips
and tongue trace a path down across her belly to her mound. I found her
clit with my tongue and sucked it gently into my mouth, then began to
press it out and suck it back in slowly. Sam gasped once, then through a
strange deep voice that I had never before heard from her said, "It's
okay, Mr. Marshall. You don't have to stop yet." So I didn't. I moved
slightly and thrust my tongue into her and began probing deeply. Her
hips began to move. I picked up the rhythm.

By this time I was lying almost straight between her legs. Suddenly she
lifted them and locked them behind my neck, bringing her feet down into
my back. Now my upper lip was pressed against her clit while my tongue
was thrusting into her. Her strong legs made certain that we were in
sync. She began to make short, sharp, voiceless sounds with each thrust.
With her thighs pressed tight against my face it was impossible for me
to miss the cramps as they started. Her muscles became hard and knotted
against my cheeks. As her hips became immobile, I reached beneath them
and used my arms to press her into my face with no break in the rhythm.
Then she screamed and thrust violently into me. I thought for a fraction
of a second that she might break my neck. The spasm died quickly and she
fell back limply. But her thighs were not limp at all, they were still
rock hard and knotted so tightly that it must have been very painful. I
wanted to move up and kiss her and hold her, but first I had to do
something about her cramps. I began to knead the muscles with both
hands, pressing so hard I was afraid I would leave bruises. She was
writhing in pain. The muscles began to move. They were still hard, but
they weren't completely rigid. Once the cramps began to break up, they
went away quickly, and I soon found myself massaging firm but normal
thighs. Sam reached up and playfully ruffled my hair. "Well, I think we
made it, Mr. Marshall. But we're going to need a lot of regular
practice, I can tell."

I was getting ready to apologize for the cramps, since if I had been
doing my job properly the worst part at least could have been avoided.
But on second thought Sam was right. We just needed more practice. I
fell back flat, posturing exhaustion, then pulled Sam on top of me. I
held her tightly and kissed her on the lips, then rolled her off to the
side where I wrapped her in my arms. I made a feeble attempt at humming
the theme from "Rocky", and said, "Yeah. Olympic quality practice, I'd
say."

I looked up. Sue had put her clothes back on and was sitting back
against the wall watching with mild interest. Karen had gathered her
clothes, but had not put anything on. Jen had all of her clothes back on
and was standing stiffly away from the wall; she still looked somewhat
dazed. Sue waited a few seconds to get the timing exactly right, and
said, "Next."

Jen was silent. Karen said, "I'd like to go again, if I can."

Sue chuckled, "No seconds this time, Karen. You can wait until next week
for your next lesson."

Sam finally asked the question, "Jen? Don't you want to try? It's your
turn, if you want."

Jen looked a little pale as she answered, "I'd like to, but I don't feel
well. I think I need to get home. I'll try it next time for sure."

Sam had already started to get dressed, but Karen was still stalling.
"Jen, can I have your turn? That wouldn't count as seconds, would it?
Not if Jen gave me her turn."

"No seconds means no seconds, Karen. Get dressed, girl." Sue spoke as
though she meant it. Karen pulled on her panties and began getting
dressed. Sue continued to the rest of us, "OK. We've got to get this ad
up on the bulletin board this afternoon. Let's get going, gang." I
started to get dressed again, too.

Sam and Karen finished getting dressed and then the girls all inspected
each other to make sure that no traces of the day's activities were
evident. When they were satisfied, they headed for the door. "You'll
hear from our parents this weekend, Mr. Marshall, and we'll see you
again next week," said Sam as she reached the door.

"Don't forget our cookies. We want a review next week, you know," said
Jen, apparently feeling much better now that everyone was dressed.

And then they were gone.

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