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Copyright (C) Clayton 1997.
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Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described herein
was carried out, this document details fantasies that took place
late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that no
fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.
Besides, I derive much pleasure from the company of children,
playing with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going
to risk this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure.
If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to
tell you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're
going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your
parents find you in possession of this document or your cum
causes your space bar to stop working.
If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country,
then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of
"parents".
If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any
other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as
much as possible. People like you who would force others to fit
your narrow minded little world views are a blight upon the
landscape. My personal philosophy is that of "Rational Anarchy"
ie. anyone should feel free to do as they please such that their
actions do not adversely impact on the lives of others.
Chapter 7 - APRES LE DELUGE.
I rise to my feet and pull her up after me, then make a dash for the
veranda. The view that greets me, causes me to forget everything else as I
front up to the rail and survey the scene of devastation laid out before
me. Lena moves up beside me, shivering slightly, as she wraps her arm
about my waist. I slip my arm around her shoulders and pull her in tight
against my side, as we silently look out to where the dam used to be.
Only about four or five feet of the diving pole remains visible above the
water, the platform completely submerged and the nearest edge is about
halfway between where we stand and the original bank. A line of muddy
debris, less than twenty meters from the bottom of the steps, indicates
where the water had reached, at the peak of the storm. All around, there
are further signs of the ferocity of the cyclone. Innumerable branches,
stripped of their leaves, are scattered all over the landscape.
A squeeze on my hand gets my attention and I follow Lena's pointing finger
to where an entire tree lies across the track leading up to the road, only
twenty meters from the house. I don't think it very remarkable, until I
recognise it as the willow tree, that was on the island in the middle of
the dam. I blanch as realise how close we had come to being crushed and I
try to comprehend the sort of power needed to move a mature tree the two
hundred and fifty meters separating the house from the dam.
Finally though, my bladder refuses to be denied any longer and I barely
have time to aim under the rail, before I send a golden stream arching out
into the falling rain. Almost immediately, I feel Lena's cool fingers take
hold of me and I remove my hand as she takes over. She begins to sweep the
stream from side to side in an arc, giggling as my flaccid member begins to
harden in her grasp. By the time the flow begins to slacken, my cock is
almost fully hard and Lena has to exert considerable downward pressure to
keep my piss aimed outwards. With some difficulty, I squeeze the last of
my piss out in sort spurts and when Lena has finished milking the final
droplets from my shaft, it stands proudly at attention.
Suddenly, Lena releases my cock to slap against my belly, and jams her hand
between her legs, squirming uncomfortably, as she tries to restrain her own
piss. A second later, a short spurt from between her fingers tells me she
is unsuccessful and she drops to lie on the wet boards, her feet extended
out under the rail. She separates her labia and I'm more than a little
surprised, when her stream arc out, well beyond the furthest point I'd
reached from my higher vantage point.
Dropping to my knees beside her, I push her fingers aside and with the
fingers of one hand I hold her labia apart. I briefly massage her clit
with the forefinger of my other hand, then run it along the length of her
furrow, causing her pee to spray her thighs and trickle down over her pussy
and arse crack, onto the boards beneath her.
Intrigued, I press my finger hard against her urethral opening, totally
stopping the flow of her urine. I then ease the pressure on one side then
the other, causing her pee to spray in all directions, onto her thighs and
out into the air. When I uncover the upper most edge of her pee hole, her
urine sprays up into my face, coating my lips and cheeks and splashing
back onto her belly. I let go with both hands and jerk back in surprise,
grinning ruefully as Lena giggles at my wet face and the feeling of her pee
hitting her piss flaps and running down over her vagina and arsehole. She
moves her hand back to her crotch, but instead of separating her prominent
inner labia, she pinches them together, forcing her steaming mictural flow
up into her vagina.
A short while later she scrambles to her knees, holding her hand over her
pussy and motions for me to put my head underneath. I'm a little reluctant
to do so, as the shot in my face had given me a taste of her strong morning
pee, but the nastiness of her peeing up into her own vagina for me to
drink, excites me too, so I lie down and scoot underneath her until her
dripping pussy is poised over my open mouth.
The first strong, acrid droplets falling onto my tongue almost make me gag,
but then she removes her hand and her pussy lips gape open as the contents
of her vagina falls onto my tongue. At least half of it misses my mouth,
cascading over my chin and cheeks, but what does fall into my mouth, I
sample, then eagerly swallow. Her sweet pussy juices have transformed her
bitter, salty urine into a much more palatable cordial. I lift my head and
fasten my lips to her gaping vulva, sucking the last vestiges of the tangy
mixture from her vagina.
"Oh wow, that is soooo cool!" Katy's voice startles us and I bump my head
in Lena's crotch as I try to sit up. Lena swings her leg over my head and
sits back on her heels as I rise to sit beside her and look at Katy. She
is leaning back against the doorjamb, with her feet spread well apart, as
she plunges three fingers into her pussy from behind and vigorously rubs
her hairless mound with the flat of her other hand. A minute later she
seizes her erect clit between her fingertips and begins roughly twisting
and pulling on the inflamed nubbin of flesh.
Lena languidly fists my erect cock and I gently explore her urine coated
mound, feeling the smooth flesh become oily, as she produces more
lubricants, to replace those washed from her pussy. Together, we watch
Katy masturbate herself, our own movements becoming faster as her moving
fingers become more frenzied in their assault on her little pussy. Only
seconds later, her feet begin to slide from under her and she slips to the
floor, her weight driving her fingers deep into her quim, as she throws her
head back against the wall and squeals of pleasure erupt from her parted
lips.
Lena's and my hands become still, as we watch Katy in the throes of her
orgasm. The knuckles of her upper hand turn white as her fingers clamp
down on her clit and her heels drum a rapid tattoo on the aged timber that
floors the veranda. For some time after she stops moving, Katy sits
leaning against the wall, her eyes closed and her hand hanging limply in
her lap.
Finally she groans and her head turns from side to side against the wall.
Suddenly she makes a pained sound and jerks her head forwards as she lifts
her hand to rub the back of her head, bringing it away, with blood on her
fingertips. A little concerned, I leave Lena and move to kneel beside
Katy. Gently cradling her head, I examine the small patch of hair matted
with blood and come to the conclusion that no real damage has been done. A
quick examination of the wall behind her head identifies the culprit, a
sharp protrusion where the paint has dried unevenly, marked by a tiny fleck
of blood where it pierced her scalp.
"Pooh! Your hands stink and so does your breath." Katy's aggrieved cry,
reminds me that Lena and I have yet to clean up. I lift my fingers to my
nose and catch a slight whiff of her rectum and the much stronger scent of
her rapidly souring pee. Laughing, I threaten to rub my hands on her face
and she rolls from beneath me.
She giggles as I pursue her and takes the only escape route open, down the
stairs out into the falling rain. My gaze falls on Lena and alarmed by the
evil glint in my eyes she huddles up against the veranda post at the top of
the stairs. "You wouldn't!" she cries in mock alarm.
At the same time, Katy cries encouragement from, where she grips the
handrail, halfway down the steps. "Get her. Rub it in her hair. Make her
sniff her bum hole."
When I get within a few feet, Lena rolls onto the stairs and begins to
descend, bumping down the first few stairs on her bottom, before she rises
and moves towards Katy. Something in Lena's expression alerts Katy,
because she suddenly turns and bolts the rest of the way to the bottom.
She manages about three strides out onto the muddy quagmire, that was once
a lawn, before her feet slip from under her and she lands ignominiously on
her arse.
Lena halts at the bottom of the stairs, laughing with me, at the surprised
expression on Katy's face. Suddenly her laughter ceases and I move down to
sit on the top step as Katy scoops up a handful of mud and launches it at
Lena. Her aim is true and the slimy mudball impacts squarely at the
juncture of her thighs, some sticking in the small patch of pubic hair at
the top of her slit and the rest sliding down the front of her legs.
With an outraged squeal, Lena launches herself at Katy and sprawls full
length, sliding easily over the greasy, waterlogged ground. However she
retains considerable presence of mind and as she passes a hysterically
giggling Katy, she reaches out and grabs her by the wrist, bringing herself
to a halt and pulling Katy over onto her side.
By the time I manage to get my chortling body to the bottom of the steps,
both girls are coated from head to foot in greyish mud and the only way to
tell them apart is size. Suddenly, Katy looks up from where she is rubbing
mud into Lena's hair and cries, "He's still clean, let's get him."
Flinging my arm up to shield my eyes and holding my other hand over my
exposed genitals, I advance on them as they pelt me with mud. When I get
within grasping distance, Katy ducks beneath my outflung hand and sweeps my
legs from beneath me. Lena immediately launches herself at my shoulders
and before I know it, I'm flat on my back in the cold mud and the girls are
smearing more all over my front.
I struggle briefly, but when cool fingers grasp my flagging erection I stop
to see what they will do. Lena sits astride my chest and Katy straddles my
knees as they begin to heap mud on my groin. Once they have it piled until
it begins to slide from my hips, they plunge their hands into it and begin
to fondle my cock and balls, giggling at the slimy feel of the mud.
Even with the cooling effect of the cold mud, they soon have Woody standing
to attention and they begin one of the most bizarre masturbatory episodes
I've ever experienced. Taking turns, they fill their cupped hands with mud
and wrap them around my straining staff. They rapidly stroke their hands
up and down until the mud squeezes from between their fingers, as soon as
their skin comes into contact with mine they change over and fresh mud is
swiftly applied.
As she bends forwards for her turn, Lena exposes to me one of the few small
areas of her body that is not coated with mud. Grinning, I scoop up a
handful of mud and slap it down on her buttocks, rubbing it into the
relatively pristine skin surrounding her arsehole. She squeals in outrage
but continues with her ministrations on my cock until the mud in her hands
runs out. She then turns on me and holding a dripping double handful of
mud over my face as she asks, "What did you do that for?"
"Because your arsehole was clean." I respond, closing my eyes and twisting
my head to the side as she lets the slimy load go. It impacts on the side
of my head, a cold trickle running into my ear.
Suddenly, Lena stiffens and cries, "Shit! Look at that."
Katy's hands freeze and tighten painfully on my cock as she sees whatever
Lena has spotted. "FUCK!" she gasps, "It could have killed us."
I shrug the girls from my body and rise to my hands and knees, shaking my
head to clear the mud from my eyes. I then raise my head to look in the
direction of the girls' awed gaze.
When I see what they are looking at a cold chill runs down my spine.
Speared completely through the sides of the caravan is a six meter sapling
as thick as my wrist. I rise to my feet and the girls huddle up to my
side, seeking comfort. I wrap my arms about their shoulders and slowly
walk over to take a closer look.
On the side nearest us, the base of the young tree protrudes from a hole
only slightly larger than the spear itself. Immediately above it the
window is totally undamaged. Another chill runs down my spine and I open
the door to look inside. One glance confirms my suspicions and when they
duck under my arms to clamber inside, the gasps of the girls' tells me they
have come to the same conclusion.
I step up behind them and cuddle their shaking bodies against me, shivering
with reaction myself. The bare trunk of the young tree passes directly
over the middle of the empty bed frame, just over a foot above the springs.
Anybody who had been lying on that bed would not have stood a chance,
either their spines would have been smashed, or their guts ripped out, as
that windborne missile tore through, just above where the mattress normally
is.
"It's a good thing Mum told us to take the mattress up into the house."
Katy says in a small voice, pulling herself even tighter against me.
"I would have made us sleep up there anyway." I say in reply, "The house
has been there for years and I'd never trust a caravan to a storm unless I
had to."
Suddenly Katy giggles, a trifle hysterically, "Can you imagine what Mum and
Dad would have found if we had been down here, if we'd been asleep like we
were up there? No clothes and your dick between Lena's legs."
"What about, if Geoff was fucking you and that stick went right up his
arse?" Lena giggles.
"What if you were on top and it went up your pussy and it ripped his dick
off and the end stuck out of your mouth?" Katy says, as she tries to outdo
Lena in thinking up bizarrely macabre ways for the sapling to have killed
us.
"What about," Lena begins.
"Enough!" I cry as I feel my balls climbing to look for somewhere safe to
hide. (Behind my sternum, maybe.) "That's quite enough. I can think of
plenty of ways for that thing to have killed us, without you two trying to
scare Woody half to death."
Both girls stare at my crotch and giggle, "Looks like he's gone into hiding
already." Lena says.
I look down, between the cold and their gruesome suggestions, it looks like
I have already been emasculated. My balls are drawn up tight against my
body and my cock is so shrunken that it is invisible within my mud filled
pubic hair.
"I thought your balls only did that when you were ready to cum." Katy says
curiously.
"And when someone talks about them being ripped off." I reply, "Men are
strange like that. You can beat the shit out of most men and they won't
make a noise, but you only have to talk about hurting their balls and they
cringe."
"Oh wow!" Katy says, "You mean they're really that easy to hurt?"
"Think about how good your clit feels, just before you cum." I say, "Now
turn all that pleasure into pain. That's what it feels like if you hurt a
man's balls."
"Ouch!" they both wince in sympathy.
"So, if I wanted to get away from a man, I should kick him in the balls."
Lena says.
"Only if you really mean to hurt him," I reply, "because you can easily do
permanent damage. If you do, do it, make sure you do a good job, because
if he can still move afterwards, he's going to be madder than a half cut
bull. If you can, you're much better off, just hitting him in the nose.
You'll blind him long enough for you to get away and he won't be anywhere
near as mad."
"Oh!"
"Exactly." I say, "Now why don't we go and see what else the storm's done."
They nod in agreement and I lead the way from the 'van. Outside they press
up against my sides and we continue walking around the 'van and house. A
little way into the bush behind the house, Katy spies a bizarrely truncated
tree. "Oh wow Lena, look at that."
"What did that?" Lena asks me, looking up at the frayed looking stump of
what was once a magnificent ironbark.
"Buggered if I know," I reply.
"Lightning," Katy replies smugly, "It's so hot, that all the water inside
the tree boils at once and it explodes."
"Smart arse." I say, lightly cuffing the back of her muddy head.
She grins up at me and we continue onwards. Everywhere there are signs of
the storm's ferocity, several trees are completely uprooted and innumerable
others show seeping, crimson wounds, where entire branches, some up to a
foot in diameter, have been ripped free of their parent tree. Everywhere
we look, something bizarre catches our eye: A thirty meter tree totally
denuded of all it's branches, except for a single, whip thin, twig half way
up, still bearing all of it's leaves; Three trees all leaning in on each
other, in mutual support, their roots half exposed; An uprooted tree,
almost entirely intact, hanging, upside down from the branches of another;
A crab pot caught in the fork of a tree, still with a live mud crab inside;
As we pull the wire trap down from the tree, Katy tells me that a two
thousand acre paddock, lies between us and the nearest place where people
set their pots and one again I'm struck by the awesome force of the storm.
Once we have it down, Katy gets me to hold it up while she looks at the
underside.
"Shit it's a jenny." she says disgustedly.
"So, what does that mean?" I ask.
"It's a girl crab," she explains, "you're supposed to throw them back."
Curious, I raise the cage like trap and look at the underside of the crab,
"How can you tell the difference?"
Katy points at the crab's broad triangular tail, which is folded up
underneath it. "See how big the tail is? A male only has a tiny little
one."
"I see." I say, "So what are we going to do with her?"
"Eat her." Katy grins, "Who's going to know?"
"You can't eat her!" Lena cries heatedly, "She survived being blown all the
way here and now you want to kill her. I won't let you."
"She's right, you know?" I say, "It would be a pretty lousy end. Maybe she
didn't come from Kansas but she certainly landed in Oz."
Lena giggles as Katy groans and says, "I suppose you want to call her
Dorothy?"
"Why not?" I grin back, "Anyway, if we can keep her alive long enough, we
really should put her back in the water."
"I guess so." Katy replies, then grins, impishly, "Maybe we should just
paint her claws and give her ruby nippers."
It is my turn to groan as Lena giggles and I wonder if it was wise to fall
in love with someone who laughs at puns. What other nasty habits might she
have?
The next thing we find is the can from the thunderbox and right next to it
is the seat, still with a soggy roll of tissue hanging from it's holder.
"Oh good," Lena says, "I'm gonna need that soon."
"Well you can carry it then." I tell her.
She wrinkles her nose at me and says, "At least it's empty."
"Yeah well, just don't think about what might be squidging up between your
toes when you walk over there." Katy warns.
Lena immediately gives a little squeal and looks down at her feet, "Don't
say that!" she cries, "Something squidges every step and now I'm going to
think about that all the time." She gingerly makes her way over to the
empty shit can and brings it and the seat back, carefully examining her
path every step of the way.
We make our way back to the house and deposit our burdens, before walking
down towards the dam. We stand at the edge of the water and I note that it
is visibly receding, as the water continues to drain away. A wicked
thought suddenly enters my mind and I say, "You know there's really only
one way we're going to get this mud out of our hair."
Katy looks up at me suspiciously. "How?"
Not giving them a chance to run, I grab a wrist in each hand and say "We
take a bath." I jerk the girls off their feet and before they can recover I
begin dragging them, protesting vociferously, into the water. Maybe it's
because we are already a little chilled by the rain, but the water does not
seem as cold as it was the previous morning. Still Katy struggles fiercely
and almost slips from my grasp.
A second later, the point is moot, as I find the original dam bank and the
water suddenly goes from knee deep, to over my head, as I loose my footing
on the steep slippery slope. When I rise to the surface, I find both girls
treading water nearby and they immediately shove me back under. Flailing
about under the water I manage to snag an ankle, but instead of trying to
jerk her beneath the surface, I run my free hand up her leg and explore the
pussy I find at the top. No hair, good, I rise a little higher, pull
Katy's belly to my lips and blow air into her navel, causing her to duck
herself. She snatches at me and I let her go and stroke like hell away
from her.
When I rise to the surface I see Lena crawling from the water. I swim over
towards her, but she manages to jerk her heel from between my fingers and
scrambles away. I clamber after her and give chase, catching her as she
trips on some hidden obstruction. I throw myself down beside her and pull
her into my lap. Giggling, she avoids my lips for a few moments, hen
mashes hers against mine in a hungry kiss.
A tightening of her lips, as she grins into my mouth, is the only warning
she gives me, as she shifts her hands to my shoulders and pushes me over
backwards into the foot deep water. Before I can recover and make a grab
for her, she skips away and stands just out of reach, turning and running
for the house when I rise to my feet.
Katy waits for me near the edge of the water, a dripping ball of mud in her
hands. "Katy," I growl ominously, "If I have to go back into that water,
I'm not going alone."
She surveys the slippery expanse of mud behind her, where Lena is rising
from her hands and knees and considers her options. Grinning, she lets the
slimy ball drop from her hands and stoops to rinse her hands clean. On her
way past, returning to wash the mud from her hands and legs, Lena pokes a
stiffened finger into Katy's pussy, causing her to squeal and measure her
length in the ankle deep water.
Katy scrambles to her feet, a vengeful look in her eye as she advances on
Lena. Shrieking in mock terror, Lena runs over to me and hides behind my
back. "Save me, oh save me." she cries in a squeaky voice full of
laughter.
"He can't save.." Katy begins in a basso voice, then breaks off coughing.
"shit that hurts." she mutters rubbing her throat, then continues in her
normal voice, "save you. I know his secret weakness. I only have to do
this" she cups her hand and brings her fingers together with a vicious
crushing twist, "and he'll gladly hand you over to me."
"No, No," I cry, clutching my balls and sinking to my knees, "not that.
Take her, take her, just spare my wretched manhood."
"Some bloody knight in shining armour you are." Lena mutters disgustedly,
as she steps around me to do battle with Katy, shoving me over sideways as
she passes.
"If I had my shining armour," I say, "her magical gesture would not affect
me, but naked, I am powerless before her mystical might."
"Hey that's pretty good." Lena giggles, turning to look at me. Katy takes
advantage of her distraction and knocks her legs out from beneath her.
Lena rises with fire in her eyes and I hastily intervene, "O.K. that's
enough, you're even. Now let's get inside, before my balls really do drop
off."
"They're not allowed to," Katy cries, "you haven't fucked me yet today."
"You'd better ask Lena then," I tell her, "They belong to her now."
"Huh?" Katy stares at Lena, "Since when?"
"Since this morning." I reply.
"Oh!" she looks a little lost, "Don't you love me any more?"
"Of course I do," I answer, "I just found out I love Lena more, much more."
"Enough to marry her?"
"Yes, I think so," I reply seriously, "but it'll be a while before we can
even consider that."
"That's all right then." Katy chirps, "I don't want to marry YOU, I just
want to fuck you. Can I Lena?"
I look at Lena and she has a dazed look on her face as she mouths two words
over and over again.
"Lena!" Katy says a little louder to catch her friend's attention.
"Marry me?" se murmurs dazedly, then snaps back to herself, "Uh, sure. You
found him for me. I'm not going to stop you now, just because he wants to
marry me. It wouldn't be fair."
"In that case," Katy says, "what are we standing around in the rain for?"
"Because we're stupid." I say and taking them by the hand, I lead them up
towards the house. We rinse our muddy feet in the bath then head inside to
the warmth of the kitchen. Fortunately, Katy had already opened the fire
up before our trip outside and a roaring blaze is going in the fire box and
the kettle is singing merrily a strong jet of steam, streaming from the
spout. I shut down the dampers a little and picking up a warm towel I hold
it ready for Lena to step into.
Whether she is being considerate of our feelings for each other, or is
simply cold, Katy does not wait for me but grabs a towel and rubs the
moisture from her body, then begins making drinks for us all.
Meanwhile Lena purrs delightedly, leaning into my hands as I gently towel
her dry. When I finish she takes the towel from me and wraps it in a
turban around her head and selects a fresh, warm, dry towel to do me.
Lena takes her time and turns drying me into a sensuous massage. Once the
towel is low enough, she keeps her small breasts pressed to my skin as she
works her way lower, her lips following behind in a blazing trail, as she
works her way down my back, stopping as her mouth reaches the base of my
spine. With a teasing flick of her tongue, she briskly rubs my legs dry
and turns me around.
Starting once more at the top, she blots the moisture from my face, and
kisses the tip of my nose. Following the descending towel, she presses her
lips to mine, briefly licking them before moving on the suck the end of my
chin. Moving lower she sends chills running down my spine as she opens her
mouth and gently closes her teeth on my adam's apple. Tortuously, she
continues onwards, gently biting at my shoulders and collar bones on her
way to my nipples. Once there, she pauses with her lips gently nursing on
my hardening nipple as she works the towel lower. As it clears my navel,
she presses her tits to my belly and moves her torso in small circles as
she moves her lips from one nipple to the other. At the same time she
wraps the towel around my engorged manhood and balls, gently squeezing, she
blots them dry and lets the towel fall to the floor. Finally she abandons
my nipples and leaves a swift trail of feather light kisses, down the
centerline of my belly, mercifully, she skips my navel, intent on the end
of her journey.
Reaching it, she leaves a fiery trail of nibbling kisses along the
sensitive underside of my straining shaft and moves on to my depending
balls. Holding her lips in a small ring, she attaches them to one of my
nuts and begins sucking hard. Through some unknown mechanism of
sensitivity, she keeps the pressure just below the threshold of pain,
relaxing her lips, just enough to allow my throbbing testicle to enter her
mouth. Releasing it, she gives the same treatment to my other ball, having
to nuzzle up close to my body to reach it.
A few seconds later, she presses her lips to the tip of my cock and draws
it into her mouth in exactly the same fashion, her lips nearly as tight
around my shaft as her arsehole. A moment later, she swallows the tip of
my cock and kisses the hair at the base, and I have to strain mightily, to
prevent myself from blowing there and then.
"Hey!" Katy cries, "I thought it was my turn next."
Lena pulls away, with a long drawn out sucking slurp, and I groan at the
strain of holding back my cum. "I'm just getting him ready for you." Lena
replies defensively, maintaining her grip on the base of my shaft.
"Yeah right!" Katy scoffs, "Any readier and I'll have to stick my fingers
down your throat to get his cum."
"Maybe I should make you wait for the next load." Lena says and teasingly
moves her lips to surround the twitching tip of my cock, not quite touching
it, her breath hot on my distended glans.
"No way! I want this one." Katy cries and pushes Lena's face away from my
groin.
Grinning Lena releases her grip on my cock and backs away as Katy moves in
and engulfs my cock to the root, in one swift motion. "You better slow
down or it'll be my turn again." Lena warns.
Katy jerks back and gives Lena a dirty look. "I'll wait then." she
declares. She rises, leads me over to sit at the table and hands me my cup
of tea.
She then becomes a perfect example of bustling domesticity, moving about
the kitchen, she gathers up a carton of eggs, some butter and a loaf of
bread. She puts three plates into the bottom of the open oven to warm and
butters the bread on both sides, then uses an egg ring to punch holes in
the center of each slice. She then drops the pieces of bread onto the
stove and breaks an egg into the center of each slice. A minute or so
later she flips them over and gets the plates out, lining them up on the
bench beside the stove. She lifts the cooked slices onto the plates and
hands one to Lena, Gathering up a knife and fork, she brings mine and hers
over to the table and sets them both before me. In less than five minutes,
she has prepared a simple, but delicious, cooked breakfast.
By the single knife and fork I gather that she wishes to feed me herself,
so I pull my chair back from the table to give her room to climb up into my
lap. Instead of just perching on my knee, she first shoves me around until
I'm slumped in the chair and when she climbs up she fits the tip of my cock
against her little hole and forces herself down it's length, until the knob
presses against her cervix. Grunting she strains to lower her self
further, I lift my hands to her hips and pull downwards until the neck of
her uterus grudgingly gives way and snaps tight on my shaft just below the
flare of my glans.
"Now we can eat." she declares and with my help, pulls the table towards
us.
Lena throws Katy a good natured glare over the rim of her mug and picks up
one of the golden circles of toast. Katy feeds me one and I'm amazed at
it's texture, light, slightly crispy and fluffy. It is totally unlike
toast and reminds me of my childhood days and my grandparents take-away
shop, when she would drop pieces of bread into the hot fat and then feed
them too me. (Supposedly this was to test if the oil was hot enough, but I
seem to recall my grandmother saying, 'I'd better check the oil.' whenever
I entered the front of the shop.)
I'm brought out of my reverie by a fork poking into the corner of my mouth,
opening it I accept a mouthful of egg. Nothing special, it is still
delicious and I wash it down with a mouthful of tea as Katy forks a piece
into her mouth. As Katy feeds me, I let my hand drop into her lap and
trace the taught skin at the entrance to her vagina. About halfway through
the first egg, she begins to rotate her hips in small slow circles and I
idly flick her half hard clit with my thumb. By the time she begins on the
second egg, her gyrations are faster and her clit is a rock solid little
shaft.
I give it an extra hard flick and she gasps, dropping the knife and fork
with a clatter onto the plate. She grips the edge of the table and lifts
her feet, gaining enough purchase with he toes on the edge of the seat, to
lift herself off my cock. I let her rise up and down a few times, then as
soon as I feel her cervix relax, I wait until she is at the top of her
stroke, then move my legs outwards, pushing her toes off the seat and
causing her to drop down hard, impaling her on my rigid prong.
She shrieks in surprise and thumps me in the ribs with her elbow. "What did
you do that for?"
"Because you haven't finished feeding me yet." I reply grinning.
"Here!" she cries, quickly sawing off a piece of toast and egg and shoving
it towards my face.
I duck the miss aimed tines and chide, "Slowly, Slowly. The longer you
wait the better, it'll be."
Her only response is, "Huh!" but she slows down and continues alternating
the mouthfuls between herself and me.
Over the top of Katy's head, I watch Lena shovel her breakfast into her
mouth and disappear beneath the table, still chewing her last bite. A few
seconds later I feel her hands on my knees, I look down into her grinning
face and say, "Don't let her cum."
Katy drops the cutlery and folds her arms declaring, "Feed yourself then."
I ignore the knife and fork and pick up what's left of the second last egg
and wolf it down, just in time to catch Katy's hands as she drops them and
tries to bring herself off. I hold her hands pressed to her waist,
striving to reduce the amplitude of her gyrations. Between my legs I can
feel Lena's tongue, as it traces the strained junction of Katy's and my
body. I pull Katy back to my chest and hook my chin over her shoulder, as
I watch Lena at work.
She alternates between tracing the strained tissue, surrounding my buried
shaft, with the tip of her tongue and lightly flicking the tip of Katy's
blood filled clit, keeping up a level of stimulation, that is not quite
enough to drive Katy over the edge. As Lena's teasing actions continue,
Katy's motions become more frenzied and, when Lena lowers her tongue to
where my prick pierces Katy's reddened quim, Katy's wild hip movements
drive her extended clitoris up Lena's nose.
Katy gives an excited gasp, as Lena pulls snorting and cries, "Oh wow, that
was weird."
"Like it?" I ask.
"Uh-huh, it felt good." she says, rotating her hips and stirring her
insides.
"Lena," I begin and without waiting for me to finish, she answers my
unspoken question, by leaning forwards and fitting her nostril over the tip
of Katy's swollen clit. Immediately, Katy starts rocking her hips back and
forth fucking her oversized clit into Lena's nose.
Lena giggles at the strange sensation, and says, "This is so weird. I
thought I'd run out of holes to fuck when you did my arsehole and now I've
got three more."
"Three?" I ask as I look on at the strange sight of Katy's clit plunging in
and out of Lena's nostril.
"Uh-huh." she replies, pulling her head back and thrusting her other
nostril down over Katy's clit. "Two now, but I'm still trying to work out
how to get it in my ears."
"So what if your friends ask if you're a virgin?"
Lena giggles, "Would that be a hoot?" she says and begins an imaginary
conversation with a friend, "'Are you a virgin?' 'Only in my left ear.'
'Huh?' 'Only in my left ear. I saved that so I wouldn't have to lie to
Mum.' 'Let me get this straight, you've been fucked in the pussy and your
bum and your mouth and your right ear.' 'And my nose.' 'That's sick!'"
She'd pulled her head back to give this little performance and Katy takes
advantage of my laughter, to wrench her hands free of my grip and grasps
Lena's head, "Shut up and let me fuck you," she hisses through clenched
teeth, "I need to cum." She then begins to rock Lena's head back and
forth, forcing her nostril over her clit.
"Ouch! Go easy, you don't have to break my nose." Lena cries, jerking back
as Katy gets a little overenthusiastic and bumps the end of Lena's nose on
her pubic bone.
Lena disentangles Katy's fingers from her hair and pushes them aside before
fitting her nose back over Katy's clit. Immediately she begins thrusting
her hips back and forth and I have to press down on them to restrain her
movements and once more Lena pulls back rubbing her nose, saying, "This
isn't going to work. Let's just keep teasing her."
"Noooo!" Katy cries thrusting a hand between her legs and furiously
massaging her clit.
I grin down at Lena and trap Katy's hands, causing her to cry out in
protest again. She begins writhing in my grasp and I cross my arms across
her body and push down on her thighs, gaining some semblance of control.
Lena then pushes her face back between our legs and flicks her tongue
across the tip of Katy's throbbing clit, making her buck so violently that
she almost squirms free.
"Fucking bastards!" she starts screaming obscenities at us, "If you don't
let me cum, I'm going to fucking kill you. Just you wait until I've got
your cock in my mouth you fucking cunt."
Lena lifts her hand to Katy's crotch and flicks her distended clit with her
fingernail. "Arghhhh, you bitch, I'll fucking get you for that. Suck it.
Yes like that. Noooo! You bitch."
Katy continues on the same vein for another couple of minutes while Lena
continues to tease her hugely distended, ultra-sensitive clit, before she
finally goes silent and relaxes in my grasp. By this time her pussy is
leaking her slick juices all over my lap and I can feel them running down
beside my balls to pool on the chair under my arse. Her vagina is a lava
hot, silken sheath wrapped around my shaft and tiny spasms continuously
ripple along it's length.
I allow Katy a few moments to rest and nod to Lena. She leans forwards and
pulls Katy's visibly pulsating clitoris into her mouth and at the same time
I release Katy's hands and move mine to her hips. I quickly lift her
upwards, wrenching my cock free of her womb with a painful snapping
sensation and begin fucking her up and down on my shaft. Each stroke I
lift her until the head my cock barely remains lodged within her tight
sheath, then lower her till her cervix kisses my glans.
As my cock pulls free of her cervix, Katy throws her head back and emits a
piercing shriek, only inches from my ear, which rises and falls in pitch
each time my rock hard shaft enters and leaves her body. Abruptly, she
cuts off mid scream and her eyes roll back in her head as her pussy goes
into major spasms around my buried prick. Her legs straighten convulsively
and come together with an audible slap on ether side of Lena's head. Lena
however maintains her lip lock on Katy's clit as I continue to pound her up
and down, though now it is as if a fist grips my shaft and my cock almost
buckles as I pull her downwards.
Katy's vagina, rhythmically clenches and relaxes continuously around my
driving shaft, rapidly driving me towards my own climax and it is only a
matter of nine or ten thrusts before my balls spill over and my burning hot
jism makes it's searing journey through my throbbing shaft to forcefully
splash against her cervix. As my body gathers itself for the second,
exquisitely painful spasm I drive my hips up as I pull Katy downwards.
Katy's orgasm, which had begun to wane, crashes over her with renewed
vigour and the last of the air in her lungs is expelled in an animalistic
howl of pure pleasure as the head of my cock plunges through the
excruciatingly tight neck of her uterus and I pump the remainder of my
burning load directly into her womb.
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Long after the last of my semen has jetted into her uterus, the rippling
contractions of her vagina sustain my orgasm, each rhythmic squeeze of her
muscular sheath causes another dry spasm to rack my body. Only when her
body goes limp from lack of air and she slumps unconscious in my grasp, do
her contractions cease and my burning prostrate ceases it's futile pumping.
With a groan of relief, I pull Katy's boneless form back against my chest
and gently massage her torso, from her shoulder to her protruding hip
bones, as I wait for her to recover. Between our legs, Lena continues to
nurse upon Katy's clit as it retracts within its hood, though she does push
Katy's legs aside and lifts her hands to massage her reddened ears.
Thirty seconds or so later, Katy groans and her eyes flutter open.
Carefully, she tilts her head forward and groaning again, lifts her hands
to push Lena's head away from her overly sensitive clit. She opens her
mouth to speak, but only a incoherent rasp emerges. She uses both hands to
reach for my mug and carefully brings it to her lips, but her hands tremble
so much that the rim of the mug rattles against her teeth. I steady her
with my hand over hers and she gulps down the last few mouthfuls of the
cooling tea.
Setting the cup back on the table, she looks back down at Lena rubbing her
ears and says, "serves you right." She then twists her head to look up at
me, "And you, you bastard, I should rip your balls off and shove them up
your arse."
"Is that any way for a little girl to speak?" I chide teasingly, "Wasn't
it worth it in the end?"
"Yeah, but I still feel like doing something painful to get you back." she
says and reaches down to gingerly touch her clit. "Fuck my clit's sore,
what did you do to it Lena? Try to bite it off?"
"No, just chewed on it a little." Lena replies grinning, "God you made a
mess, your cum's dripping onto the floor."
"Well, what the fuck do you expect, when you tease me like that?" Katy
asks.
"A drink, if Geoff will get his cock out of there." Lena grins back, then
not waiting for a response she leans forward and positions her mouth near
Katy's cunt while she hooks a finger behind my softening member and pulls
it free.
The sensation of Katy's tight, rubbery cervix rolling over the hyper-
sensitised head of my penis causes me to groan. As soon as my cock leaves
the confines of Katy's tight vagina, Lena fastens her mouth over Katy's
pussy and laps up the mixture of my semen and Katy's sweet juices, driving
her tongue up inside to get as much as possible.
Within seconds, Katy begins to squirm on Lena's talented tongue and lifts
her hands to hold Lena's head in place. I slip two fingers down beside
Lena's nose and begin to massage Katy's labia, one finger either side of
her clit. Without placing any direct stimulation on the sensitive bud, I
squeeze it between Katy's pliable pussy lips and induce it to harden and
extend until the engorged, nerve filled tip brushes against Lena's soft
cheek.
Katy leans her head back on my shoulder, her eyes closed as she makes
contented little noises. She briefly relinquishes her hold on Lena's head
to take my free hand and lift it to her little pink nipples. Taking the
hint, I massage the hard little nubbins with my fingertips as she returns
her hands to Lena's scalp and encourages Lena by pulling her mouth tighter
against her drooling pussy.
As Katy's arousal heightens, I slip my fingers between her pussy and Lena's
lips, wetting the tips inside her clasping vagina. When I return them to
the vicinity of her elongated clit, I gently take the small shaft between
the tips and pull on it, allowing it to slide between my slick digits until
it pops free. With my other hand, I do the same thing to her tiny nipples,
catching first one, then the other between my fingers and pulling, until
the hard little nubbins slip free.
Over and over again, I gently tweak Katy's nipples and clitoris, each
repetition, causing he outcries to become more urgent, as we drive her
closer to a second orgasm. As that climax approaches, I release the blood
filled shaft of Katy's clitoris and gently tug upwards on Lena's fringe.
She understands my meaning and lifts her lips to engulf the tumescent
little member, while at the same time insinuating her fingers into the
tight confines of Katy's vaginal sheath. As Lena begins to slowly slide
her fingers in and out of Katy's slick cunt, I use both hands on her
crinkled little titties, catching the pebbly protrusions between my thumbs
and the tips of the first two fingers, gently squeezing and pulling them
away from her body.
It only takes as few seconds of Lena's incredibly agile tongue working on
her clit, to send Katy over the edge. As her mouth opens and the first
cries of release emerge, I increase the pressure on her tiny nipples and
she arches her back in response. Drained by the intensity of her first
orgasm, Katy shudders weakly for about twenty seconds, then collapses
against my chest, totally exhausted.
Releasing her tiny nipples, I gently push Lena's head from Katy's crotch,
pull her fingers from her pussy and lift them to my lips, I then extend my
tongue and lick them clean of Katy's ambrosial secretions. I then turn
Katy in my lap and lower my lips to hers, gently kissing her as she wraps
her arms around my neck and hugs me tight.
When she releases me, I slip my arm under her knees and carry her into the
lounge room, where I lay her down on the couch. Lena hands me a blanket
and I tuck it round Katy's weary body.
As Lena begins moving about the room, straitening things up, I turn on the
TV and check the phone. There is no dial tone when I pick up the receiver,
so I help Lena in her cleaning, while I wait for a news report.
By the time we have the room tidy and the mattress leaning against the
wall, with the bedding folded behind it, Katy is fast asleep, snoring
softly. "Come on," I say, "we'd better check the windows."
We already know the windows in the lounge and the kitchen are all right,
which really only leaves Jane and James' bedroom. As soon as I open the
door, I see the broken glass and puddles under the window and the crimson
velour curtains are almost black, from about head height, down to the
floor.
Lena precedes me across the room and I call out "Watch your feet."
She stops clear of the glass and reaches out to pull the curtain aside.
"Oh wow!" she cries and stops moving the curtain, leaving a gap too small
for me to see through.
I move to stand beside her and take the heavy drape from her nerveless
fingers. Pulling them aside another six inches, I too see what she is
gazing at in awe. Two of the eight inch square panes of glass are smashed
from their frames, but it is one in the center that holds our rapt
attention. At some time or another, somebody has replaced a broken pane
with reinforced safety glass and neatly piercing it, is a small twig about
half the diameter of a pen.
With disbelieving fingers, I reach up and gently tug on the strange
missile. It is firmly wedged in place, with about four inches protruding
into the room. "Shit," I finally say, after staring at it for over a
minute, "that's incredible."
"Uh huh!" Lena absently agrees, as she reaches up to finger the point,
where the twig penetrates the glass. "How'd it happen?"
"I don't know." I answer, slipping my arm around her shoulder and hugging
her tight against my side. "I guess it's because of the wire holding the
glass together and the stick hitting it just right. Come on let's find
something to block those holes and clean this mess up."
Dropping the curtain seems to break a spell and Lena starts shivering, as I
turn her away from the window and lead her back into the kitchen. I leave
her sitting on a chair, pulled up close to the fire. I get the mop and a
dustpan and brush from their place beside the fridge and take them into the
bedroom. Lena begins to rise, to follow me, but I wave her back into he
seat and go into the bedroom alone.
I quickly clean up the debris, and mop up the excess water, then lift the
curtain aside, once more stopping to stare as I wonder at the power of
nature. Eventually I shake my head and quickly remove the rest of the
broken glass from the frame.
Refusing to look at the hypnotically captivating oddity, I turn and leave
the room, meeting Lena just outside the door, as she comes to see what is
taking me so long. She takes the mop and brush from me and follows me out
onto the verandah, where I dump the glass in the bin. Leaving the mop and
things beside the door we head down the stairs to look for something to
block the window.
Halfway down the stairs, Lena cries, "I'll be down in a minute." and runs
back inside.
While I'm waiting I rummage about under the house and find a waxed
cardboard fruit carton. Then as I start going through the toolbox, Lena
arrives, carrying a roll of toilet paper. "Can you get the dunny fixed up?"
she asks, "I really need to go."
"Sure." I say, abandoning the toolbox, to go and get the can and seat. In
the partially finished area under the house, I stack up some concrete
blocks, set the seat on top and slide the can underneath. Then, while Lena
goes about her business, I take some more blocks and lay a path from the
slab to the bottom of the stairs, so that we don't have to worry about
getting our feet muddy.
Once the path is complete, I return to the battery room and the tool box,
where I find a Stanley knife and a staple gun. I cut two pieces of
cardboard about a foot square and joined by Lena, I head up the stairs.
We stop in the bathroom to clean our feet and I wet a cloth with warm water
and soap it up. Lena giggles as I place a hand between her shoulder blades
and bends much further than necessary, so that I can clean her little pink
ring. Taking advantage of her exposed position, I begin at her clit,
sliding the slippery, well soaped cloth, back and forth along her slit
until she is squirming with pleasure.
I then lift the cloth to her, slightly soiled anus and wipe it clean, using
my finger to push the cloth about an inch inside. Next, I rinse the cloth
clean, this time with cold water and without wringing it out, I slap it on
her pussy and arsehole, causing her to jerk upright and squeal with
outrage. Grinning at her indignant glare, I turn the hot water back on and
warm up the cloth, before wiping the last of the soap from her pussy and
tight little bum hole.
To mollify her, I get her to lean on the side of the bath, while I kneel
behind her and perform a quick taste test. I begin at her clit, flicking
it back and forth with my tongue, until I feel it harden and extend from
within it's sheath. Next I slip my tongue between her prominent inner
labia and lap up the delectable juices that are beginning to pool within.
Pointing my tongue, I drive it as deep as possible into her vagina,
collecting more of her ambrosial fluids as they begin to form.
As I withdraw my tongue, Lena moans softly and disappointment, pushing back
towards me, in an attempt to recapture my tongue. Ignoring her invitation
I lap onwards towards the base of her spine, briefly pausing at her
puckered ring to give it a quick flick with my tongue. She giggles as I
tickle the tip of her tail bone with the tip of my tongue, then sighs as I
return to her pink/brown anus and start circling it, just outside the line
where her skin begins to darken.
I work inwards, in a slowly contracting spiral, until I reach the winking
eye at the center, then without warning I drive my stiffened tongue inside.
And just as abruptly withdraw it, spitting.
"What's wrong?" Lena asks, with a barely suppressed giggle, as I rise and
stick my head in the sink. "Didn't you wash it properly?"
I thoroughly rinse my mouth out before replying, "No, too well, I just got
a mouthful of soap."
Lena lets herself go, sinking to her knees and resting her head on the cool
rim of the bath as she giggles madly. Between whoops, she manages to gasp
out, "I thought you had tasted my shit."
"I almost wish I had." I say. "Come on assume the position." I instruct
holding up the cloth.
"Is that cold?" she asks, eyeing it suspiciously.
"No, see." I reply and press it against the back of her neck.
Still chortling occasionally, she uses the side of the bath to support
herself, as she rises to her feet and bends at the waist once more.
Wrapping a corner of the cloth about my finger, I carefully work it into
her tight little bum hole and just to make sure, I repeat the process with
the remaining three corners of the washcloth.
As I rotate my wrist for the last time, I catch sight of my watch. "Come
on," I say slapping her cute white bum, "If we're quick, we might catch a
news report."
Feigning indignation at the slap, Lena precedes me from the room, with her
nose in the air and stumbles over the half inch step in the doorway.
Laughing, I gather up the cardboard and staple gun and follow her, stepping
exaggeratedly over the threshold.
We're just in time to catch the news as we enter the lounge and I take a
seat in one of the armchairs, with Lena in my lap as we watch and listen to
the news report.
According to it, the cyclone had hit us almost dead center, an island just
off shore had robbed it of nearly all of it's forward momentum and it had
spent most of it's fury overnight. The rain was expected to continue at
least until the end of the day and I figure it'll take another two days for
the creeks to subside. Damage reports were still sketchy, but a few nearby
towns and stations had reported missing roofs and some stock losses. And
there had been a number of road accidents, though no one had been killed.
The announcer then goes on to talk of news in other parts of the state and
I shift Lena to the arm of the chair, so that I can rise and turn off the
telly. Once again I check the phone, but it is still dead.
Lena follows me, as I go to patch the window and holds the curtain aside as
I staple the waxed cardboard into place. Once I'm finished, she stares at
the window for so long, that I wonder if she is caught up by the twig, like
I was. However a few seconds later she lifts her arm and points out of the
window. "Is that the phone line?" she asks.
I follow her pointing finger to a black wire that extends from under the
eaves, disappearing into the rain towards the road. "Yeah, probably." I
reply, "Why?"
"Because if it's broken this side of the creek, we might be able to fix
it." she says.
"Oh!" I say, "Well, let's go and see then."
On the verandah, Lena lifts down a couple of Dri-za-bones, handing me
James' she puts on Jimmy's, saying, "I got cold last time." Jimmy's
gumboots fit her well enough and I find that Jane's fit me, so I put them
on too. We clump down the stairs to the battery room, where I get the
Stanley knife and some insulation tape. The only wire I can find is rather
heavy, but wire is wire, so I take it and a bit of rope.
Outside, we follow the telephone wire through the trees and about halfway
to the creek we find the break. A heavy branch lying on the ground, tells
us the story and while Lena goes looking for the other end of the wire, I
begin to prepare the end nearest the house, stripping the ends back and
attaching lengths of the wire I'd brought from the house.
While I'm working, Lena returns, holding the other end of the break. She
takes the Stanley knife from my pocket and begins preparing it. Before
attaching the wires to her end, I tie the rope to the two broken ends so
that it will take any strain. I wrap my rough joins in tape and then
matching the colours I join the ends together, then start taping the wires
to the rope, using up the entire roll in the process.
Two minutes later, we've done what we can and return to the house. Dumping
our wet weather gear on the verandah, we shake the excess water from our
hair and head inside. I pick up the receiver and I'm rewarded with a
cracking dial tone. Giving Lena the thumbs up, I dial my uncle's number,
deciding to get the worst over with first.
It's answered on the first ring and I hear my mother's worried voice,
"Hello?"
"Hi mum, It's Geoff."
"Geoff!" she shrieks and I hold the receiver away from my ear while she
starts yelling at me. Across the room, Lena's grin tells me that she can
hear her too. "Are you all right? I've been trying to ring you since last
night, but you wouldn't answer and then the phone kept on ringing engaged.
Why didn't you answer? Did you leave the phone of the hook? Are the girls
all right. Is there"
Finally I yell, "Shut up and listen!" and speak into the stunned silence at
the other end, "Every body's fine. We didn't answer because we were too
busy getting the wood in. If I'd stopped to listen to you, we would have
got brained by the hail. No I didn't take the phone off the hook, the line
got broken and Lena and I just fixed it."
"Where's Katy?" mum's voice is a little more moderated after my
reassurances, "Her parents called here when they couldn't get through to
you."
"She's fine, she's asleep on the couch. Do you have a number for them?"
"Yes, but you can only leave a message and they'll call you back." she
gives me the number and I write it down.
"Look Mum, everybody's fine, the worst damage is a branch stuck through the
caravan and a broken window. But everything's under control now. I've
still got to call the Sheads, so I've got to go now. Don't call here,
because we'll be waiting for Jane and James to call. I'll call you again
later O.K."
"Are you sure you're all right? Do you have dry clothes? Have you got
enough food? You're not cold are you?"
Exasperatedly I reply, "We're fine Mum, the fire's roaring, and we have
enough porridge to feed an army. Now let me go so I can call the girls'
parents." With finality I say "Bye." and hang up before Mum can say
anything else.
Waving Lena over, I get her to call her place, before Mum can make up her
mind whether to call back or not. About thirty seconds elapse before the
phone is answered and Lena presses in close, to listen in on the
conversation.
"Hello." a woman's harried voice answers.
"Hello Mrs. Shead it's Geoff here. Sorry we didn't call earlier, but the
line was broken and we just fixed it. Both girls are fine but it's going
to be a while before we get out."
"What about the house, is that all right?"
"Yes, just a couple of broken windows and they're fixed now. We've got the
stove going so we're warm as toast."
"Well, you're doing better than us then, we lost half the roof here. Can I
speak to Lena?"
"Sure, here." I hand the phone to Lena, keeping my ear near the receiver,
so that I can hear both sides of the conversation.
"Hi Mum."
"Hello darling, how are you?"
"Great, this is fun."
"Maybe for you, but we lost the roof and I've been helping your father to
get things under cover. Maybe this time he'll use screws to hold the roof
down. Anyway, It's good to hear that you're O.K.. You be good for Geoff
and do as he says. Put him back on now, because I want to get back to your
father."
"Mrs Shead." I say.
"Geoff, thanks for looking after Lena, I'm glad she got caught over there
now, it's a shambles here. Have you got through to Katy's parents yet?"
"No, I'm going to leave a message for them, as soon as I finish speaking to
you."
"O.K. well I won't keep you. Besides I've got to get back to my husband.
Bye."
"Bye."
I drop the receiver back in the cradle and start counting out loud. On the
count of seven it starts ringing. Picking it up, I don't wait for the
caller to identify themselves, but begin speaking, "Mum, I said I'd call
you back once I'd heard from Jane and James."
"But I'm worried about you."
"And they're not about Katy? Now hang up and let me try to call them. No,
on second thoughts let me speak to Uncle Liam."
"But I just want to be sure you're O.K."
"Mum," I all but yell, "get me Uncle Liam."
"Are you sure.." her voice trails off and I hear the sounds of a scuffle.
"Hi Geoff, I heard that. What do you want?"
"My mother to leave the bloody phone alone. We're fine, but I'd like the
opportunity to let others know too. Do you think you can do that for me?"
"Not a problem, how long do you want?"
"Forever." I mutter, "Long enough to get a message through to Jane and
James and for them to call back. I call after I've spoken to them. Look,
I don't care if you tie her up, just keep her off the phone so I can let
Katy's parent's know she's safe."
"O.K. bye."
"I love y"<click> Mum's voice is cut off as my uncle hangs up.
'Yeah right.' Translation: I can't manage your life very well from this
side of the creek, but I'm going to try anyway.
I dial the number my mother gave me, and keep dialling until I get through.
"Hello." a man's voice answers and in the background I can hear a hub-bub
of noise and the sound of phones ringing. "Emergency Accommodation Message
Centre, how can I help you?"
"Hello, my name is Geoff Lyndon and I'm trying to get a message to Jane or
James O'Conner, I'm looking after their daughter and I've just managed to
get the phone working. Can you tell them that she's all right and the
phones working again?"
"Hang on a sec I think I can do better than that." he muffles his end of
the line, but I can still hear him, "Andy can you see if the O'Conners are
still waiting?" <pause> "Yeah that's them."
He then begins talking to me again, "You should be able to speak to them in
a minute, I've got them here on an alert list. Yeah, here they are now."
A couple of seconds later Janes worried voice comes on the line, "Geoff?
How is everything? How's Katy? Can I speak to her?"
"Everything's fine, Katy's asleep." I say to Jane, then covering the
mouthpiece I continue, "Lena, wake Katy up, her mother want's to speak to
her." While Lena wakes Katy, I continue, "We weathered it pretty well
here, just a couple of broken panes in your bedroom, but they're patched
now. A branch took out the phone line last night, but it was this side of
the creek, so we've sort of got it fixed for now. Here's Katy." I hand the
receiver to a still bleary eyed little girl.
"Hi Mum." "Yeah I'm fine. I'm just tired." "Yeah, it was pretty bad. You
should see the caravan. It's got a tree right through it, just over the
bed." "No we all slept up here in the lounge like you said, we only saw it
when we went to take a look around." "No Mum, there's hardly any wind,
just rain." "Really! You mean we're right in the middle of it? Wow!"
"O.K. Mum, I will, love you too." "Here she want's to talk to you again."
Katy hands me the receiver, but huddles up to me, keeping her ear close to
the earpiece.
"Jane, Geoff here."
"Geoff, They're giving me a wind up signal here, so I've got to go. You
have no idea how relived I am to know you're all right. Thanks for looking
after the place. They say the storm's spent most of it's force, but it's
still there. From what Katy just told me, you must be right in the eye,
but it could start moving again, so be careful if you go outside.
"Thanks again, I don't know how we're going to repay you. Gotta go, Bye."
"O.K. One thing before you go. The patch in the phone line is pretty
rough, so don't get too worried if you can't get through. See you in a few
days if I don't hear from you before then. Bye."
"Bye Geoff." The line goes dead, and I hang up.
Chapter 8 - SLAVE FOR AN HOUR.
"Are you going to call your mum back?" Lena asks.
"You've got to be kidding." I reply, "She's going to make it past Uncle
Liam eventually, until then I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet."
I turn to Katy, "In the mean time, have you got any games Katy?"
"Sure," she replies, "We've got some cards and Monopoly and there's the
Atari, but I guess we can't play that."
She rises and starts rummaging through the drawers of the wall unit,
eventually finding a large bundle of playing cards, strapped together with
a rubber band. She throws these at me and gets down onto her knees to root
out the Monopoly set, her bare bottom waggling at me.
While she and Lena begin setting up the board on the coffee table and
counting out money, I sort through the cards and not finding a complete
deck amongst them, I put together a deck with four different back patterns,
Setting them aside when the girls tell me they're ready to play.
We roll the dice to see who gets to lead off and Lena wins the honour,
rolls a seven and lands on chance. She draws the card, cups it in her hand
and looks at it. The expression on her face tells us the contents of the
card. Go to jail, go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect
$200.
"It's not fair." she protests, "The cards weren't shuffled properly."
Jokingly, I say, "Well, you could always suck the cop off and he might
forget to arrest you."
"O.K." she replies with a grin and crawls around to my side of the table
and lowers her head to my lap.
Her talented tongue and lips soon have me achingly hard, then Katy pipes
up, "Hey what about me?"
Lena immediately abandons my throbbing shaft and crawls around to Katy.
Vigorous slurping noises and the expression on her face, tells me that she
is on the receiving end of Lena's gifted tongue. I wait until Katy's half
lidded eyes begin to cross and intervene, "O.K. that's enough. Let's get
on with the game."
As Lena withdraws, licking her lips, Katy throws me a filthy look that
informs me just how close she had been to orgasm and her eyes promise
revenge. At that point, the rules get a rewrite and it is decided that a
jail term can be avoided with a well placed tongue, giving mouthpiece a
whole new meaning. As the game continues, other nasty events get added to
the list. But when Katy tries to pay the rent on her back, I rule that she
must be unable to pay before that can be done, otherwise the game would
never finish.
The game continues, with short breaks for the paying of fines and the like.
I'm the first to gather a complete set, all of the reds and I start my
development. Lena is next with the yellows and between the two of us we
soon have Katy close to broke.
"Hey Lena." I grin, "What do you think about the looser becoming the sex
slave of the winners for an hour?"
She readily agrees, causing Katy to protest loudly. A few seconds later
Katy's objections fade and she asks, "You mean I... I mean the looser has
to do whatever the winners says?"
"Yes," I agree, "but only sex."
"O.K." she agrees, holding out her hand for me to shake, Lena places her
hand on top of ours and the agreement is sealed.
The game goes on and the last piece of real estate is bought up. The next
time Katy lands on one of Lena's properties, she pays her rent by
transferring one of hers to Lena, allowing Lena to complete the light blue
set and erect hotels on them. Two throws of the dice later Lena lands on
one of Katy's three railroads and instead of paying cash she hands over
Oxford Street, allowing Katy to complete the green set.
A little later I get Pall Mall and complete the set, then spend most of my
cash reserve to put three houses on each of them. Lena lands on another of
Katy's railroads and this time pays in cash, which Katy uses to erect
houses on Bond and Oxford Streets.
A string of bad luck hits me and on my next three throws I manage to land
on two of Katy's railroads, the income from which she uses to put up more
houses, just in time for me to land on Oxford Street with two houses. She
insists that I sell some houses to pay for it and a little voice in the
back of my head tries to tell me that I've been had.
A moment later that little voice is a panicked scream as Katy sells Park
Lane to Lena for enough money to upgrade to three houses on each of her
greens. Lena builds hotels on Mayfair and Park Lane and my little voice
gibbers away in a dark corner of my mind. My turn comes around and I
breath a sigh of relief as I manage to avoid them and land on Go.
Lena's next throw lands her on The Strand and she just manages to scrape
together enough cash to pay me off. Both girls then indulge in a orgy of
property swaps and start rearranging their housing, so that there are two
or three houses on each of their properties.
Lena hands me the dice with a broad grin on her face and with some
trepidation I roll them, double six, "Yess!" I all but scream and count off
my way to Whitehall, another roll puts me on Free Parking and I gleefully
pick up the small amount of cash in the middle as I hand the dice on to
Katy. She lands on one of her own properties and passes the dice on to
Lena, Lena's roll is a safe one too and the dice come around to me again.
I roll an eleven and not even bothering to move my piece, I get up and
leave the room, ignoring their orders for me come back. I go out on to the
verandah and get down a dog collar and leash that I'd seen there earlier.
Donning them, I return to the lounge and hand the end of the lead to a
gleeful Katy.
She signals her desire by giving two quick downward jerks and I quickly
drop to my hands and knees, looking up at her with my tongue hanging out of
the side of my mouth.
"Hey! I won by more than she did." Lena protests vociferously.
"Mistress may I speak?" I ask of Katy, ignoring Lena for the nonce.
"You may." Katy gives her permission.
"You threw the game." I explain to Lena, "We had Katy, over a barrel and
you helped her beat me instead."
"Enough!" Katy barks. "Come here and lick my pussy until I cum." she orders
me. She moves to the couch and sits down, slumping with her knees pulled
up into her armpits.
I crawl over to her and lift my hands to separate her labia. Before I get
my hands above the level of the cushions, the leather loop on the end of
the leash cracks, on my knuckles, "I said lick me." Katy half snarls, "Lena
can have your hands." A wicked gleam flickers in her eyes and she rises
saying, "Hang on don't move." She takes my hands and places them in the
small of my back, leaving me with my face pressed into the seat cushions.
"Don't move!" she repeats, dropping the end of the lead.
An interminable few seconds later I feel hands grasp mine, forcing them
together and something bites into my thumbs. When I'm released, I tug
experimentally and discover that my thumbs have been fastened together.
"Ha! you try and get out of it." Katy jeers and I realise that she has
done what I did to her and tied my thumbs together with cotton.
A weight descends onto my hips and my hands are pulled in between Lena's
legs, with my fingertips pressed against her labia. A moment later, Katy
gets back into position on the couch and she lifts my head by the hair,
while she wriggles under me until her bum rests on the edge of the couch.
She then lowers my face into her lap and I go to work with my tongue and
lips.
A slap on my backside, reminds me that I have two cunts to service and I
discover just how much, man relies on his thumbs, as I try to stimulate
Lena's fleshy quim. Eventually I work out how to get two fingers of one
hand into her vagina while I pinch her clit between the thumb of that hand
and the forefinger of the other, just in time for Katy to swipe her hand
across the back of my head.
I quickly resume tonguing away at Katy's enormous clit and tight little
quim. For a few minutes all goes well and Katy's bald little twat begins
drooling a continuous stream of delicious juices, which I hungrily slurp
up. On my back, Lena is rocking back and forth, causing my fingers to move
slightly within the heated, slick grasp of her vagina, but as time goes on,
her movements become more violent and unable to support myself properly, my
face is mashed into Katy's damp pussy.
Struggling, I regain my balance and resume plunging my tongue in and out of
Katy's slick vagina, a moment later my fingertips press against that
magical location within Lena's vaginal sheath and she collapses forwards,
the hard nipples, topping her small tits poking into my back, just below my
shoulder blades. A sudden gush of fluid from her vagina, pools in my
cupped hands and the small of my back, flowing down off my flanks as she
cums on my fingers.
Between Katy's thighs, I struggle to breathe, as my nose is mashed flat
against Katy's pubic bone and my mouth is forced hard against her sweet,
fat pussy lips. Just before I pass out from lack of air, Lena slides from
my back and falls to the floor beside me and I rise, sitting back on my
heels, gasping for air.
Katy gives me almost no time to recover, before she seizes the chain
dangling from the collar around my neck and jerks downwards, pulling my
face back between her legs. "Lick my bum." she orders, hunkering down on
the couch and pulling her legs back to expose her tiny pink pucker, "I want
you to fuck it."
The thought of how tight that virgin anus would feel around my shaft,
causes my already rigid cock to twitch and slap against my belly. Eagerly,
I press my tongue to the rosy ring of crinkled flesh, already slick and
shining with a mixture of my saliva and the sweet juices drooling down from
above. I lap these up with gusto and press the tip of my tongue forcefully
against the tight opening, holding it in place, as the tight ring of muscle
slowly gives way.
With no way to support myself, my nose is soon buried in Katy's oozing
gash, the tip actually penetrating here tight little vagina and again I
find it difficult to breathe. I risk her wrath, by removing my face from
between her legs for the few seconds it takes me to sit up and shuffle
forwards until I can sit on my heels. Then just as she begins to take up
the slack in the chain I dive back in and re-apply my tongue to her
twitching arsehole.
A few seconds later, Katy hauls upwards on the chain and says me, "Enough,
now stick it in."
Shuffling forwards on my knees, I rise until the base of my cock is level
with her drooling pussy. Katy wraps her free hand around my rigid shaft
and tilts it down and pulls me closer until the tip presses up against her
glistening anal sphincter.
"Uh Katy," Lena says, moving to kneel beside me so she can get a good view
of the action, "don't you think it'd be a good idea to lube it up first?"
"Oh yeah." she says with an embarrassed giggle and lifts my cock to her
vaginal opening and pulling on my prick until the head pops inside, letting
go of the shaft, she entangles her fingers in my pubes and jerks me closer,
causing me to grunt in pain. Grinning at my theatrical wince, she pushes
me back with her knuckles and then pulls me back into her. Katy's grin
widens and takes on a wicked cast, as I try to minimise the pain by
matching her rhythm and she takes great delight in constantly changing
tempo.
Half a dozen strokes later, she pushes me back until my cock slips free and
slaps up against my belly. "There, that should be enough." she says taking
hold of me and pulling the tip of my cock to her arsehole. "Now fuck my
bum."
"Yes mistress." I murmur submissively and begin applying pressure with my
hips. For a few seconds her tiny pink pucker resists my efforts and my
cock begins to buckle under the strain. Then just as I'm about to relax,
Katy's eyes open comically wide and she emits a pained yelp, as her anal
sphincter opens up and two inches of my cock enters her arsehole before I
can stop.
Holding perfectly still, I wait, looking down at where her obscenely
stretched read opening, clasps my prick with a painfully tight grip. Her
small frame, makes my cock look incredibly large and I begin to wonder if
Katy has bitten off more than she can chew.
"Fuck that stings!" Katy cries, her eyes watering, as she expresses the
same sentiment, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all."
"Are you O.K.?" I ask, "Do you want me to stop?"
"No way!" she cries in response, dashing the tears from her eyes, "Just
give me a chance to get used to it. If Lena can do it, so can I. Anyway,
who said you can talk slave." she continues cracking me on the backside
with the leather loop on the end of the chain.
"Yeow!" she screeches, "Now THAT was NOT a good idea." she says through the
tears, as her injudicious punishment causes me to jerk and drives my prick
deeper into her tiny body.
"Hang on a sec." Lena says, fighting to hide a smile, "I've got an idea."
Rising from her position beside us, she pads from the room, returning a
moment later with a tub of margarine. "Here, this should make things
easier."
Without waiting for Katy's permission, she scoops up a generous dollop of
margarine on her fingertips and pulls me free of Katy's tight anal
sphincter. Katy squeals as she forces the majority of the cold greasy
spread into and around the gaping hole, before smearing the remainder along
the length of my shaft.
"Now try it." she says pulling my prick back to her young friends slowly
contracting rectal opening and firmly pushing on my behind. This time the
resistance is considerably lessened and the crown of my cock pops easily
through the pre-stretched ring of flesh.
Katy momentarily tenses at the new intrusion, then her eyes widen in
surprise and she says eagerly, "Hey that didn't hurt put some more in."
Dropping the end of the chain, she does not wait for me to move, but grabs
me by the hips and pulls me into her. With the aid of the margarine, there
is almost no resistance as my cock slides easily into the warm buttery
depths of Katy's incredibly tight rear opening, not stopping until my pubes
tickle the wetly glistening flesh of Katy's swollen pudenda.
When she feels this Katy's eyes open even wider and she curls herself even
tighter as she tries to look at where my cock penetrates her body. "Oh
wow! I've got it all in."
"So, how's it feel?" Lena asks grinning.
"Like I need to take the biggest shit ever." Katy replies with an answering
grin. "Now fuck my bum." she orders me, her imperious tone spoiled by the
giggle that follows. "I wonder what Mum would say if she heard me say
that?"
The sudden shrilling of the telephone makes me jerk and Katy squeal in
surprise, but when I try to withdraw, she tightens her grip on my hips and
says, "Don't move. Lena can bring it here."
Lena rises and returns a moment later with the telephone, and holds it out
to me, before she remembers my fastened thumbs. "Oops!" she giggles and
lifts the receiver to my ear.
"Hello"
"Geoff, why didn't you call me back?" my mother asks from the other end of
the line.
"Because I wanted some peace and quiet." I reply tightly, "Now are ringing
because you have something important to say or are you just going to bash
my ear."
"That's not a very nice thing to say to your mother." she says, "I'm just
worried about you."
"Mother!" I say gritting my teeth. "I'm fine, and the girls are just
great."
Both girls giggle at this and a moment later I gasp as Katy starts pushing
and pulling on my hips, fucking herself with my cock.
"What's wrong?" my mother asks.
"Nothing mother." I say, trying to retain my composure. "Katy just stuck
her fingers in my ribs."
"What about what's sticking into Katy?" Lena whispers, briefly slipping her
hand over the mouthpiece.
"Lena!" I cry with a shocked laugh as Katy bursts into uncontrollable
giggles, which send a whole new set of sensations rippling though my cock.
"What's happening? What's going on?"
"Nothing mother, the girls are just laughing at my silly mother." I say,
fighting to keep my voice under control, "Now do you have anything
important to say, or can we get back to our game?"
"I'm just worried about you?"
"Mother!" I force the word from between clenched teeth.
"Oh all right. Your uncle want's to speak to you. I just wanted to talk
to you first."
"Fine," I say, "put him on."
A second later, I hear my uncle's voice on the phone. "Sorry about that
Geoff, but she insisted on speaking to you first."
"Yeah, well this may not sound to charitable, but is there any way you can
stop her, she's driving me crazy and the girls are starting to think she's
a big joke. Are you sure Gran wasn't Jewish?"
"Why?"
"Because Mum is starting to sound like it." I say, adding "How many Jewish
mothers does it take to change a light bulb?"
"I don't know? What's that got to do with it?" he asks in a puzzled voice.
"None, I'll just sit here in the dark." I say answering both his questions.
From the other end I hear his guffaws of laughter, joined on my end by both
of the girls. In the background, I hear my mother asking, "What did he
say, what's so funny?"
It takes a few seconds for Uncle Liam to get his voice back under control
and when he does, he repeats the joke to my mother. "Well!" I hear her say
in a huffy voice. and Liam begins laughing all over again.
"Well, that's done it." he finally says to me. "I don't think she'll bother
you again, she's just stormed out into the kitchen."
"Good." I reply. "Now what was it you wanted to say to me?"
"O.K." he says, getting himself under control, "I was thinking, that if the
rain doesn't pick up again, I might be able to get some more food and other
things to you, if we can get a rope across the creek. Louise wanted me to
use the rope to get you all over here, but I told her it's too dangerous
for the girls, especially since you are all perfectly safe over there.
"Anyway, I reckon that if the creek goes down just a bit more, I should be
able to get a line across to you and you can tuck into something more
substantial than porridge for tea. What I figure I'll do, is go across to
the Shead place and get some things for Lena and meet you at the creek in
about an hour or so."
"I wouldn't bother the Sheads if I were you, they've got enough problems of
their own and we got some things of Jimmy's for Lena to wear."
Lena giggles at this and shuffles behind me to rub her bare pussy against
my fingers.
"What's so funny this time?" my uncle asks.
"Nothing," I reply, laughing myself, "Lena just thinks it's a hoot to wear
jocks instead of knickers. As if it makes any difference whether the
label's on the left or the right."
"What about other things?" he asks once he gets himself back under control,
his voice dropping and taking on an embarrassed tone, "You know women's
stuff?"
"Well Lena?" I ask, pushing the receiver aside with my chin.
She covers the mouthpiece with her hand and asks "What?"
"Do you need any women's stuff?" I ask her with a grin.
Instead of answering me, she lifts the receiver to her own ear and says,
"My period's not due for three weeks. I don't think I need any 'women's
stuff'." she finishes with a grin, as my bachelor uncle sputters on the
other end.
"Here, I think he's embarrassed." Lena says with a giggle and puts the
receiver back to my ear.
"Well Uncle Liam, does that answer your question?"
"Yes." he answers ruefully, "That answers my question. O.K. I'll see you
down at the creek where you normally cross in about an hour, to give it
time to go down a bit more. Now is there anything you want?"
"Yeah, you could bring over a couple of jigsaw puzzles to keep us occupied
and leave Mum behind."
"Can do." he replies with a laugh, "See you in about an hour, if this rain
doesn't pick up again."
"O.K. see you then. Bye."
"Bye."
Lena hangs up the phone and we look at each other, then burst out laughing.
"Is she always like that?" Lean asks through her giggles.
"Yes." I reply with a grin, "Or worse, she can't get it through her thick
head that her little boy has grown up. She doesn't know it yet, but I'm
moving out as soon as we get home. Of course, the official reason is that
I want to be closer to the college."
"Of course!" she replies, her serious tone spoiled by the ear splitting
grin on her face.
"Oh shut up and fuck me!" Katy says, pulling on my hips.
"Of course mistress." I grin, and start rocking my hips back and forth,
forcing my rock hard prick deep into the warm, tight recesses of her body,
then pulling out, until only the crown remains hidden. I keep up this
awkward motion for about three stroke, then use a fingernail to break the
cotton binding my thumbs.
"Enough of this shit." I say bringing my hands around to her hips and
pulling myself into her in one swift, driving plunge.
"Eeeek!" Katy squeaks, her eyes opening wide in surprise. "Do it again."
she squeals.
Happy to oblige, I pull back and plunge home again and again. "Oh fuck
that feels so weird." she cries, slipping her hand down over her belly to
grasp her protruding clitoris between her fingers.
A moment later, her other hand slides over the top of the first and I feel
her fingers probing at the entrance to her cunt. looking down I watch her
insinuate the tips of two fingers into the tight opening and with a grin at
Lena, I pull myself into her, my pubic bone forcing her fingers home to the
last knuckle.
"Oh shit!" she cries, "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck meeeeee!"
Spurred on by her urgency, I begin thrusting faster and faster, driving my
cock into her with almost brutal strokes, the tight constriction of her
anus massaging the entire length of my shaft.
Hearing a thump beside me, I turn to see Lena lying on her back with her
feet propped up on the couch as she plunges all four fingers of her right
hand into her saturated quim. At the same time her other hand savagely
mauls her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples and pulling the
quivering flesh away from her body.
As I watch Lena's self abuse, I drive myself into Katy's rear even harder,
pulling our bodies together with bruising force, each stroke forcing the
air form her lungs with an explosive grunt. Suddenly her entire body snaps
straight, pushing me back from the couch and onto my heels as she gives
voice to a purely animalistic howl of release, her orgasm crashing over her
in waves of pleasure. Unable to move as much as a millimetre, all I can do
is groan, as her sphincter locks tight about the base of my shaft.
Then just as Katy's orgasm begins to subside, Lena's voice rends the air as
she reaches her own climax, rolling sideways into me. Unprepared for it, I
fall over sideways, wrenching my cock free of Katy's relaxing arsehole.
Squealing shrilly, she slides from the couch, landing on her butt with a
thump that drives the air from her body.
Picking myself up, unfasten the chain from the collar and lift Katy over to
the mattress, where I lay her on her face and cover her with my body. I
take myself in hand and press the tip of my cock against her still
twitching anus. Her body offers absolutely no resistance as I lower my
hips and slide my cock back into the warm buttery depths of her bowels.
Then as I resume plunging my rigid shaft into Katy's small body, Lena craws
up behind me and slides her hand beneath my balls and I feel her slide two
fingers into Katy's pussy. A moment later I feel another two fingers press
up against my own back door and work their way inside.
Assaulted on all sides my balls begin to tighten, and I increase the pace
of my driving thrusts into Katy's writhing body, pounding up and down as my
own orgasm overtakes me and I send pulse after pulse of my burning seed,
deep into the overheated recesses of her bowels.
Totally enervated by my fourth spend in less than six hours, I barely have
the strength to roll myself to one side, my cock pulling free of Katy's
arsehole with an obscene slurp. Lying there on my back, I stare
sightlessly a the rough unpainted fibro of the ceiling, waiting for the
strength to return to my twitching limbs.
A sudden distressed cry from Katy rouses me from my reverie and I roll onto
my side just in time to see her scramble to her feet and leave the room,
moving with an undignified waddle.
"It's under the house." Lena calls after her. Turning towards me, she
catches my eye and we burst out laughing.
"It's not funny!" Katy's outraged cry, reaches us through the open door as
she hurries down the stairs.
"Come on," Lena says, hauling on my hand, "let's see if she made it."
Groaning through my chuckles, I force myself onto my hands and knees and
allow Lena to pull me to my feet. With my arm around her shoulders, we
walk out onto the verandah and lean on the rail, looking out towards the
dam. The water has receded even further and for the most part, lies within
the bounds of the original dam bank, level with the diving platform.
A couple of minutes later, Katy emerges from beneath the house and makes
her way up the stairs towards us, passing us on the way to the bathroom
with her nose in the air. A clearly audible sniff, causes us to begin
chucking again.
We following on her heels and I have to duck as a damp and slightly smelly
face washer sails in my direction. Retrieving it, we join her under the
shower and wash the evidence of out latest bout of lovemaking from our
bodies.
"Hows the bum?" I ask Katy.
"Empty." she replies with a scowl that becomes a giggle as I dig her in the
ribs.
"So how did you like it?" Lena asks with a grin.
"It was fun, but I like it better when he fucks my pussy." Katy replies,
adding with a grin, "And I don't have to worry about shitting my pants."
"Uh, you're not wearing any." I point out.
"You know what I mean." she cries, thumping me in the chest.
"So, it's not sore then?" I ask.
"A little bit," she replies, "but not as bad as my pussy did yesterday
morning."
"Good." I say, "Well, let's finish getting clean. We've got to go and meet
my uncle in a little bit."
Kneeling, I pull her to me and start rubbing her body down with a well
soaped cloth, paying careful attention to her most secret recesses.
Pulling the cheeks of her bum apart, I inspect her little anus, apart from
a slight reddening of the surrounding skin, there is no sign of our recent
love making. Surprisingly, her tiny arsehole has already closed and is
almost as tight as ever, giving way grudgingly as I slip a soapy finger
inside.
"So what's it look like?" she asks, craning her head over her shoulder to
look at me.
"Like an arsehole." I reply, and dodge as she swings at me. "It looks
fine." I say grinning up at her, "It's a little red, but that's all, it's
not even very stretched."
"Well it sure felt like it before." she says grinning back.
"I think that might have been the margarine." I tell her, reaching for the
taps as I rise and step from the bath. "Come on, let's get some clothes
on."
Racing ahead of the girls, I run for the kitchen, snatching up one of the
two remaining towels and briskly rub myself dry as they fight over the last
towel. Katy wins the struggle and Lena turns on me, snatching the towel
from my fingers as I unfasten the collar about my neck. Ignoring her
triumphant cry, I push past her and move back into the lounge and finish
drying with one of the many towels scattered about the lounge. Sorting
through the pile of clothing by the couch, I pick out my shorts and shirt
and slip them on as the girls come in behind me.
"Here Lena," I say, reaching back into the pile of clothes, "put your jocks
on."
Giggling, she takes them from my hand and pulls them on over her legs,
settling them on her hips with a snap. Looking down, she giggles at the
baggy front panel and slips her hand inside. "I like them, there's room
for my hand." she says, rubbing her fingers up and down her slit with an
exaggerated motion.
"Enough." I say, lightly slapping her wrist.
Rummaging through the pile, I select a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and
hand them to her. Looking about, I spy the hairbrush and pull it through
my hair before calling Lena to me and quickly pulling the tangles from her
hair. Katy, who has dressed herself in her long skirt and a windcheater,
barely gives me time to finish with Lena before shoving her aside with her
hip.
As I draw the brush through Katy's hair, she asks, "Hey, how did you get
your thumbs untied before?"
"Trade secret." I tell her, pulling the last tangle from her head and
swatting her bottom with the back of the hairbrush, just hard enough to
make her squeal.
She round on me with an outraged expression and says, "No really, how did
you do it? Every time I tried it hurt too much."
"No way." I respond, "It's the only way I know to restrain you and you want
me to give it away?"
"He used his fingernail, I saw him." Lena tells her, and jumps aside
giggling as I lunge at her with the hairbrush.
I check my watch; noting that there is half an hour before I'm due to meet
my uncle, I suggest we get the place tidied up and the dishes done. Katy
and Lena stick their tongues out at me, but begin moving about the lounge,
Katy collecting the dirty dishes and takes them through to the kitchen,
where I hear her dumping them in the sink.
Lena starts picking up the towels and bedding, but dumps what she has in
her arms, when she finds the copy of Private we had been looking at the
night before and starts flipping through it. Grinning to myself, I give
her a few seconds, before plucking it from her fingers and chiding her, "I
thought we were cleaning up, We can try some more of that later."
"I don't see how," she giggles, snatching it back, "unless Liam's coming
over." Flipping to the story after 'Pissin' Cousins' she points to a
picture that shows an Asian girl being fucked from both the front and back
at the same time. "Looks like fun though." she says with a grin, "Do you
think he'd go for it."
"I don't know." I grin back, "Why don't you ask him?"
"O.K. I will." she responds seriously.
"Hey," I protest, "are you trying to get me killed?"
"Gotcha!" she crows, as she starts picking up towels and lifting them to
her nose. "That one's O.K." she says tossing the first one on the couch,"
"Phew, this ones a root rag." It goes on the mattress.
As she continues to sort through the towels, I make up both mattresses into
beds, earning a quizzical look from Lena. "Just in case he does work out
how to get himself over the creek and visit."
"Oh!" she says and picks up the pile of love soiled towels. She takes them
through to James' and Jane's room and I hear her open the wardrobe and then
close it a few seconds later. Returning to the lounge, she takes the
cleaner towels into the kitchen and hangs them on the back of a chair in
front of the fire.
Looking about, the only incriminating evidence that remains is the cloths
and bowl of water we'd used to clean up the night before. Taking them, I
leave the bowl with Katy and take the cloths through to the bathroom, where
I rinse them out and leave them to dry on the rim of the bath. Back in the
lounge I find Lena tidying up the Monopoly set, while Katy looks on.
I check my watch and discover it's time to move. On the way out, I check
the fire and chuck on a couple of extra splits of wood. Leaving the door
open to air the place out. We collect our wet weather gear, Lena and in
Jimmy's and James' Dri-za-bones and Katy in a cheap yellow raincoat. (Yet
another sign of her parents regard for her.)
We pick our way across the muddy expanse of grass between the house and
dam, pausing on the near bank to determine the best route. In the end, we
decide to risk wading through the overflow at the foot of the dam, rather
than try and pick our way through the brush that has piled up against what
is left of the island. Katy pulls her skit up until the waistband covers
her nipples the hem coming to just above her knees and leads the way into
the water. Within three steps, the water is lapping at the top of her
cheapie gumboots and I lift her to my back, when she would toss them aside
and go on barefoot.
Fortunately, the water only gets a few inches deeper and Lena and I are
able to forge our way across with no further problems. On the other side
of the dam, I lower Katy to the ground and we pick our way through the bush
towards the rushing sound of the creek. A few seconds later I see it
through the trees. It is running bank full, and the strings of bark and
grass that decorate the base of every tree we pass show that, until
recently, it had been one with the water flowing through the dam.
Just as we reach the near bank, I hear the sound of a motor and a minute
later my uncle's little Suzuki appears, crunching over the welter of
branches littering the ground and comes to a halt about twenty feet back
from the edge.
As he springs from the cab, he yells at us, "Get back from there you bloody
idiots, that whole bank's undercut." Even as he speaks a section of the
bank about fifteen meters upstream gives way, disappearing beneath the
roiling brown water with a splash.
With shrieks of terror the girls spring backwards, dragging me with them.
Unprepared for it, I go over backwards, landing ignominiously in the mud.
As I pick myself up, Uncle Liam leans back into the cab, emerging with a
coil of rope and something that he slips into his pocket. Making his way
to a tree about five feet back from his side of the creek, he fastens one
end to the it, and waits for me to cautiously approach. He hold up his
hand when I'm about the same distance back from the bank.
I miss the catch on his first throw, and the rope disappears into he
swirling waters, quickly being pulled out taught by the force of the water.
Taking hold of his end of the rope, he starts pulling it in, coiling it in
his hand for another go. Again, I miss, and he shakes his head as he reels
it in.
With an exasperated sound, Katy shoves me aside and waits for my uncle's
third throw, easily making the catch. Turning to me, she hands me the end
of the rope with an infuriating smirk.
"Tie it off to that tree." he yells pointing. "You can tie a knot, can't
you?"
"You bloody well know I can." I reply, "You taught me."
"Yeah, well tie it off about head height," he tells me, "I'll pull it tight
from this end."
I quickly secure my end of the rope with a round turn and two half hitches
and wait while he secures his end, using a truckie's hitch to pull it
tight.
"Stand back and get ready to grab this." he yells reaching into his pocket
and pulling out a coil of light cord attached to something. Winding up, he
throws it towards me keeping hold of one end of the cord. Something lands
with a thud a few feet to one side and I quickly move to put my foot on it.
Reaching down, I pick up a large shackle with a tightly bundled coil of
cord tied to it. A few seconds later, I have the shackle fastened around
the rope and the cord uncoiled. I tie my end of the cord off so that I
can't loose it, and Uncle Liam, pulls the shackle back to his side of the
creek.
Going back to the car, he gets out four plastic bags and a piece of
netting. Wrapping the first bag in the netting, he attaches it to the
shackle and signals for me to pull it across. Five minutes later, all of
the bags are across and he asks, "What sort of damage do you have over
there?"
"Not much, a couple of broken windows is all in the house." I reply.
"There's bits of tree everywhere, but I'd say that's par for the course."
"Pretty much the same as us." he yells back. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, there's a tree stuck clean through the caravan."
"You weren't in it I hope?" he asks with a note of concern in his voice.
"No," I reply, "We slept up in the lounge."
"Good." he says with a nod, "O.K., you've got some ham, steaks, vegies, a
bottle of milk, some cans of spaghetti, two changes of clothes and your
mother put your shaving kit and toothbrush in and a new one for Lena.
She's also put in just about every kind of medicine she could find about
the place and all of the bandages. If I were you though, the only one I'd
worry about is the large bottle of cough mixture. I've also chucked in a
packet of tobacco for you.
"Oh, and the jigsaw's in there too. If you want anything else just ring
up. I'll leave the rope here just in case. Now if you can't think of
anything else, I'm heading over to give the Sheads a hand. Do you want me
to give them a message Lena?"
"Just tell them everything's fine and that I love them." she yells back to
him.
"O.K." he says, "Now get moving and get out of the rain."
As he turns and goes back to the car, I hand the girls a bag each and take
the other two myself. With Katy leading the way, we head back for the
house. When we reach the dam, Katy forges ahead, her gumboots filling with
water in the deepest section. On the far side she steps out of them and
kicks them back into the water, watching as they float off into the bush.
"Oops," she giggles, looking up into my face as reach her and try to give
her a stern look, "I must have left them on the steps last night."
"Really?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"They were too small anyway." she rationalises.
"That makes it all right then?"
"Probably not," she replies with an unrepentant grin, "But this way I get
Jimmy's and he'll get new ones. He only takes one size bigger than me, so
they'll soon fit."
"So that's what I tripped over coming in with that last load of wood." I
say smacking my forehead, "I must have kicked them off."
"That's right!" she agrees, grinning maniacally.
Well come on then," I say, tapping her on the back of the head with the
jigsaw. "I think I've got a steak with your name on it here."
"Good," she replies, "'cause I'm hungry."
A minute later we reach the house, and shuck our wet weather gear on the
verandah, before moving into the relative warmth of the kitchen. Closing
the door behind us, we dump our burdens on the table and begin unpacking.
Katy takes the ham and milk from me and puts them in the fridge. Turning
to me she says, "Go and get the Kero, the bloody fridge's gone out."
When I return, she has the heating unit pulled out into the middle of the
room and is trimming the wick. I wait for her to move aside, then fill the
reservoir. I hand Katy my lighter and take the can back out onto the
verandah.
By the time I've washed the kero from my hands and return to the kitchen,
Lena has peeled some potatoes and sweet potatoes and set them on the stove
to boil and is now refilling the kettle. Katy has emptied the rest of the
bags onto the table and is wondering aloud, "I wonder what Liam meant about
the cough mixture."
Opening the bottle, she lifts it to her nose and a broad grin appears on
her face. Before I can take the bottle from her hand, she puts it to her
lips and takes a healthy slug. "Wow, that's better than the shit Isaac
has."
Snatching the bottle from her grasp, I take a whiff and discover the
unmistakable aroma of 'Jack in the Black'. Returning her grin, I too take a
good slug, feeling the warmth tingling all the way to my fingertips. When
she would take the bottle back from me, I hold it out of her reach and
snatch up the lid from the table. "That's enough for now." I say, screwing
the lid down tight and setting the bottle on top of the fridge. "You
shouldn't be drinking this anyway, but you can at least get some food into
your belly first."
"Hey what about me?" Lena protests, just as Katy accuses, "Spoilsport."
"What about you?" I ask, with a grin.
"I haven't had any at all." she pouts.
"So?" I tease.
"Well if I don't get any, YOU don't get any." she replies cupping her mound
suggestively.
"Blackmail!" I cry in a wounded tone.
"Yep!" she replies with a smirk. "So do I get some, or not?"
"A mouthful." I say, opening the bottle and holding it out to her. I keep
a grip on the bottle when she takes hold and lifts it to her lips. She
takes a generous mouthful and I'm forced to tilt the bottle back down and
pull it from her grasp as she tries to take another.
"Whew, that really is COUGH mixture." she gasps as the raw bite of the
alcohol hits her, "What is it?"
"Jack Daniels" I return grinning. "Good stuff isn't it?"
"Yeah!"
"Come on, let's get going on this jigsaw while we wait for the spuds." I
say, as I put the bottle away.
"I can think of something better to do." Katy grins, slowly gathering up
the hem of her skirt to reveal that she had not bothered to put on any
knickers.
"Yeah well THAT might be better," say with a rueful grin, "but I've already
cum four times this morning. You'd have more luck with a three day old
corpse."
"Spoilsport!" she giggles, dropping her skirt and tugging the waistband
back down to her hips.
As I sweep the medicines and my clothes back into their bags, Katy upends
the jigsaw box, tipping the pieces out onto the table and they begin
sorting out the edge pieces. By the time we have about three quarters of
the edge assembled, it's time to put the steaks, onion and peas on, so I
leave the girls to continue alone while I set the peas to boil and put a
griller on the hot plate to heat up.
Ten minutes later, I hand the girls their plates, heaped with orange mashed
potatoes and lashings of fried onion on the steak. Taking my own plate and
a handful of cutlery, I follow them into the lounge. I turn on the TV to
see what's happening as we eat, but as 'Days Of Our Lives' is the only
thing I can get, I flick it off and squeeze in between the girls on the
couch.
Katy picks up a fork full of mashed potatoes and takes aim at me, but a
warning look causes her to reconsider her actions and she pops it into her
mouth instead. When we finish, I sit back and wrap my arms around their
shoulders, pulling them to my sides.
Sighing contentedly, they snuggle closer and Katy, with a mischievous grin,
drops her hand into my lap and begins rhythmically squeezing my cock
through my shorts. Leaving her to find out for herself, just how drained I
am, I press my lips to the crown of Lena's head and nuzzle her damp hair.
Wriggling her hips in closer, she lifts her chin and presents me with her
slightly parted lips.
Taking the implied invitation, I lower my lips to hers and share a soft,
sensual kiss. As Katy slips her hand into the wide leg opening of my
shorts and continues her fruitless labours, Lena and I continue kissing,
becoming more playful, snapping and nibbling at each others, lips, tongues
and noses, as I grin at Katy's increasingly frantic efforts to get my cock
beyond half mast.
Finally she gives up in disgust and stomps off, saying, "I'm going to do
the jigsaw."
Lena and I exchange looks and burst out laughing, drawing a disgusted noise
from Katy as she slams the door behind her. This causes Lena and I to
laugh all the harder. Each time we think we have ourselves under control,
we look at each other and begin laughing anew.
Finally though, we manage to stop and with a last kiss, I pull Lena to her
feet and hand in hand we saunter through to the Kitchen, just in time for
me to catch Katy taking the bottle of Jack Daniels down from the fridge.
She snatches her hand away with a sheepish giggle and returns to the table
and sorting through the pieces of jigsaw.
Lena and I join her and a few minutes later I drop the last piece of the
edge into place. Picking up the box, I take my first good look at the
picture. It is a three thousand piece puzzle depicting a Swiss chalet, set
in a garden in full bloom.
We begin sorting the pieces into different categories, sky, foliage,
building and so on. As we continue, it becomes apparent from Katy's
deteriorating coordination and her rapidly increasing giggles that she had
been returning the bottle, not taking it down, and when I check, I discover
that she has drunk a more than generous potion.
When I turn back to her, scowling, she giggles and challenges, "Whatcha
gonna do, spank me?"
"Good idea." I reply, "Catch her Lena."
Shrieking, she bolts for the door, but Lena catches hold of the back of her
windcheater before she can get away. She give one of her little wriggles
and Lena is left holding an empty windcheater. However Lena has delayed
her long enough for me to cover the distance between us and I grab her
around the waist and lift her from her feet as she straitens up.
"Get me a chair." I say to Lena as I struggle to keep hold of the giggling,
shrieking, wriggling dervish in my arms.
Lena brings me the chair and I drop into it, barely keeping my grip on Katy
as I do so. "Get her arms." I tell Lena.
It takes her a few goes, but eventually Lena secures the flailing limbs and
she giggles as Katy sigh in resignation and goes limp. Taking advantage of
the lull, I position Katy face down across my knee and flip the back of her
skirt up to reveal her unclad bottom. As I raise my hand, she once more
explodes into motion and Lena and I struggle to keep her secured.
"You know," I say to Lena in a conversational tone, "she's just making it
worse for herself, what do you reckon, an extra whack for every minute she
wastes."
Lena looks at me and I wink. "No, I think five." she replies getting into
the spirit of things.
"Oh go on and get it over with." Katy giggles, ceasing her struggles. "How
many are you going to give me anyway?"
"What do you think Lena?" I ask.
"Oh fifty at least." she replies, smirking.
"No way!" Katy protests vociferously, briefly resuming her struggles,
"That's what I got for hitting Jimmy with a cricket stump."
"I don't know Katy," I say, my voice dripping with mock concern, "This is a
pretty serious crime. I think you need to be taught a lesson."
"Not that big a lesson." she protests as Lena shakes with silent laughter.
"We'll see." I say and flip her skirt back up. She begins to struggle,
then thinks better of it and relaxes.
I sit there staring at her pert little bottom for nearly a full minute,
until finally the anticipation becomes too much for her and she begs,
"Hurry up and get it over with."
Even as she begins to speak, I raise my hand and bring it down, feeling the
firm flesh of her tiny backside quiver under the force of the blow. She
utters an outraged squeal as the blow lands, then realising that I hadn't
really hurt her, she relaxes as I begin to deliver firm, measured blows at
five second intervals.
By the time the tenth blow has fallen, I begin to feel her hardening
clitoris press into my leg and an increasing dampness on my thigh. As I
continue, the slick wetness on my leg becomes more pronounced and she
raises her rear to meet each of my ringing blows, jerking away and mashing
her clitoris against my thigh as each one lands. Within my pants, my cock
hardens and begins to press into her side.
As I come up to the twentieth stroke I judge her near climax, and bring my
hand down with the first and only really painful blow, drawing a surprised
yelp from her lips. She clenches her buttocks in anticipation of the next
blow and when it doesn't fall she begins franticly humping her dripping
pussy against my leg. I let her go for a few seconds then roll her towards
me, lifting her throbbing clit clear of my leg.
"NOooo!" she cries piteously and tries to wrench her hands from Lena's
grasp. Lena, however, is ready for her and manages to keep hold of her
young friends hands as she struggles desperately.
Realising that she's not going to get away, she gives up and cranes her
neck around to look up at me with smouldering eyes. "You bastard." she
says.
"That's me." I cheerfully reply. Ignoring her glowering look, I turn to
Lena and ask, "Well what do you reckon? Do you think she's had enough?"
"No," she replies grinning, "but that's the whole point, isn't it?"
"Bitch!" Katy mutters, as I laugh.
Nodding to Lena, to let go, I allow Katy to roll from my lap and get to her
feet. She back off a couple of steps and stands there glaring at us,
dressed in nothing but her ankle length skirt. Finally though, she grins.
"That was fun, and I can tell you liked it." She says, pointing to where my
baggy shorts are tented out by my stiffened cock. "I think you're ready
for some more fucking."
"That's what you think," I return, "I still need to rest or there's going
to be nothing left for tonight."
"Oh All right." she pouts, then turns back to the table and jigsaw.
Absently rubbing at her pussy through he skirt with one hand, she leans
over the table and resumes sorting through the pieces of the jigsaw.
However her balance is not quite up to it and she has to abandon her pussy
and grip the edge of the table with her other hand.
As I get to my feet, Lena cuddles up against my side and whispers, "That
looked like fun." she wipes some of Katy's pussy juice from my leg with a
finger and pops it into her mouth, sucking noisily. "I think I'm going to
have to be naughty."
Her quiet words obliquely remind me of a Sex to Sexty cartoon I'd seen once
and I murmur, "Oh Daddy, if it's so naughty, why do you make me do it?"
Lena giggles at my words and wriggles from my grasp, waving me over to the
table with Katy as she leaves the room. I shrug when she lifts her eyes
towards me questioningly and begin to go through the pieces of sky that
Katy has been tossing into the box. When she realises that I'm getting out
the pieces that delineate the edge of the roof and the mountains in the
background and she takes more care and the occasional piece hits my growing
little pile as she continues working her way through the rest of the
pieces.
"So what did Jimmy do to deserve the cricket stump?" I ask.
"Threw the ball at the back of my head because I didn't want to play with
him." she replies, adding with a grin, "I split his head right open and Dad
had to shave it and sew him up. And he got ten really good ones with the
strap for throwing the ball, after his headache went away."
"So it was worth it then?" I ask with a grin.
"Yeah!" she agrees cheerfully and turns back to the puzzle.
Twenty minutes or so later, Lena returns and drops a sheet of paper onto
the table in front of us. Her twisted little mind has visualised it
perfectly, though unlike the original cartoon, this one is in two frames.
The first shows a man cupping cantaloupe sized balls in one hand as he aims
the fist sized glans of his grossly oversized cock at the face of the tiny
girl standing before him. She is dressed in tight, tight shorts, and a
check shirt tied below grapefruit sized breasts. One arm clutches a
Raggedy Anne doll almost as big as she is, as she licks the head of the
massive fuck tool before her.
In the second frame, the girl is positioned in the mans lap with one tit
hanging out and her bottom lifted into the air, as he holds his hand raised
high overhead. Her features are almost totally obscured by what looks to
be a pint of cum, that drips from her, as the man stares maniacally at her
well rounded backside, her shorts hanging from one tiny ankle. This second
frame bears the caption, that I had murmured earlier.
"Hey, these are really good!" Katy exclaims, then giggles as she reads the
caption. "Can I keep it?" she asks, looking to Lena.
"Too good," I growl, "it's going into the fire when you've finished looking
at it."
"Why?" she asks, shocked at my callousness, Lena too looks disappointed at
what appears to be my cavalier dismissal of her artwork.
"Take a better look." I tell her. "Who do they remind you of?"
Katy stares at the drawing for a moment, then lifts her gaze to stare at my
face as she lifts her fingers to her own. "Oh!" she murmurs, "It might not
be a good idea to leave this lying around. I know, can't she rub out the
heads and make them look like somebody else?"
"She could but, people are still going to know who drew them." I reply, "I
bet Lena's the only one around here that can draw this well and somehow or
other, I don't think she's supposed to know about this sort of thing yet."
"Uh, yeah." Katy says, obviously disappointed, "Mum gets her to draw the
outlines for her embroidery."
As she pick up the paper and turns towards the fire, Lena stops her by
grabbing her shoulder and asks, "Can't you take it Geoff? I drew it for
you anyway."
Though I'm not really sure that I want to own something so potentially
incriminating, I can't refuse her and take it when Katy holds it out to me.
Laying it to one side, we return to the jigsaw.
About an hour later we have most of the skyline in place and have made a
fair start on the roof of the chalet and the mountains. Though after the
third time Katy dislodges some of what we have already done, we make her
hand us her selections and indicate where she wants them tried.
Surprisingly, nearly all of them go where she want's them, her coordination
might be shot, but her other faculties are still sharp.
Suddenly the shrilling of the phone causes us to jump and Lena giggles as
Katy says sententiously, "I'm ringing to make sure you brushed your teeth
after lunch Geoff."
Lightly cuffing the back of her head, I go through to find that she's not
far from the truth.
"Hello."
"Hello Darling, how are you? Did you get everything? Did you find the
extra toothbrush for Lena?"
"I'm fine mum." I say forcing the words between clenched teeth, "Yes we got
everything and yes I got the toothbrush for Lena."
"See." Katy says and the two girls fall on each other laughing
uproariously. A moment later I get an eyeful as Katy slumps to the floor,
her skirt rucking up to reveal her bald little pussy, as her legs fall
open.
"Hear that Mum, it's you they're laughing at. Do you want to know what
Katy said when the phone rang? She said 'I'm ringing to make sure you
brushed your teeth Geoff.'"
"Well I think she's a rude little girl." my mother replies in her patented
'hurt' voice. "I'm just worried about you."
"Mother!" I say, achieving a flat, dead tone in my attempt to control my
voice, "What you're worried about is the fact that I'm not there to for you
to try and control. Well guess what Mum? I'm eighteen years old and I'm
entitled to vote, drink and go to hell in my own handbasket. If I brush my
teeth it's because I don't want the girl I'm kissing to notice my onion
breath not because my Mummy told me too."
Ruthlessly overriding her attempt to get in a word of protest, I continue,
"I know you dragged me along on this holiday because, I can now go into a
pub and get drunk. Well guess what, I already know what the bottom of a
beer glass looks like and right now, one would look pretty damn good.
"Now if all you want to discuss, is my dental hygiene, I'd suggest hanging
up now, before I say something I'll regret later. I love you Mum, but from
now on, it's my life."
"Oh Geoff, you have no idea how much that hurts me." she half sobs.
"Yes I do Mum, but I was getting sick of having you try to run my life
anyway, but a bag full of useless antibiotics and bandages, when the worst
injury here is a bump on the back of Katy's head and checking up to make
sure I've brushed my teeth, was the last straw. Though the Panadol may
come in handy once I've finished with the 'Jack Daniels' that Uncle Liam
managed to substitute for the cough mixture."
"He what!"
"He gave me booze Mum. One adult to another and as an adult it is my right
to drink it. Now are you ready to treat me like an adult?"
"You're not making this easy for me."
"No I'm not, but you're just going to have to face the fact that your
little boy has grown up and wants to live his own life. You accepted it
with Andrew when he got that apprenticeship and moved out and up until now,
I've let you transfer your anxieties about him onto me, but when you start
to undermine authority here, with silly questions about toothbrushes,
enough is enough.
"I love you mum, but from now on, I'm not going to wait for your approval
before I make a decision. I've seen my birth certificate and I've seen the
marriage license and I've done the arithmetic. You've made your own
mistakes and now it's time to let me make mine."
"You were premature" she protests.
"Yeah right, nine pounds ten and two months premature, plus you've told me
on more than one occasion that I should have been an Aries like you, but I
was late."
"I did say that, didn't I?" she admits, but she has to have one last try at
making me feel guilty and regaining the upper hand, "I'm sorry if I've been
such a bad mother."
"I never said that Mum, you've been a great mother, but all that cotton
wool gets a bit stifling. I'm going to leave the nest sometime and
wouldn't now be better, when you are there for me if I do need you, rather
than later, when I'd have to figure it all out for myself."
"You're right, I know you're right, but it's so hard to let go."
"I know it's hard, but you've got allow me to let go the apron strings
before I take to them with an axe."
"No!" she yelps, a note of humour creeping into her voice, "I know what
you're like with an axe."
"That was fourteen years ago Mum," I protest, "And I DID tell him to move
his hands."
"And that makes it all right to nearly cut your little brother's fingers
off does it?" she says lightly.
"0f course not," I reply in the same vein, "but I've grow up a little since
then, I've already survived twenty four hours as the only authority and I
think I can survive another forty eight. Why don't you try to go cold
turkey for the next two days and let Uncle Liam pass on anything I really
need to know? Let the next time we speak, be when we see each other face
to face and I can apologise properly for being so cruel."
"You don't have to, that's apology enough. You know, that song is right,
sometimes you do have to be cruel to be kind. All right, I'll let you go
and take the time to think about what you've said. I love you. Bye."
"I love you too Mum. Bye."
"Oh Geoff." she says, as I go to hang up.
"Yes Mum?"
"Brush your teeth."
"Yes Mum." I say acceding her that one small victory.
I hang up the phone and turn to speak to the girls, but they are gone and
the door is closed. I find them in the kitchen, leaning over the jigsaw.
Katy looks up as I enter and says, "We though you'd like to be private."
"What she means is," Lena says shoving Katy's shoulder. "I thought you'd
like some privacy, SHE wanted to listen."
In her inebriated condition, Katy looses her balance and with arms
windmilling, she lands on her arse with a jarring thump. She yelps at the
impact and glares up at Lena with an expression composed of equal parts
surprise, pain and something that bodes ill for Lena.
"Well thanks anyway," I say pulling Katy to her feet, "I wouldn't have
minded, but Mum will be happy to know you didn't hear what I said."
"Whatcha say after we left?" Katy asks with irrepressible curiosity as she
rubs her bottom.
"None of your beeswax." I say lightly swatting her backside.
"Why? Aren't you mad at her?"
"Not any more. We sorted it out." I tell her. "And now, come on you two,
she says we have to brush our teeth."
"That's sorted out?" Katy asks incredulously.
"Yes it is." I reply, "I won the big one, why shouldn't I let her have one
little victory?"
"Is that another lesson?" Katy asks curiously as we walk out onto the
verandah.
"Yes," I reply, once more surprised by her perspicacity, "If you give in
sometimes, when it doesn't matter, It can make it easier for you to get
your own way, when it does. And when you have that big win, conceding a
few points goes a long way towards keeping relations civil. Just don't
give in all the time, that's a recipe for disaster too."
"Is that why you just had that fight?"
"Yes." I reply taking her toothbrush from her hand and shoving it in her
mouth, "Now brush."
Giggling, she proceeds to do so and Lena and I take up our own brushes and
do the same.
A few minutes later we rinse and Katy pulls my mouth down to hers, her
lively little tongue, insinuating itself into my mouth and flickering over
my teeth and gums. Pulling back, she says "No onion breath."
I have to laugh. "So you heard that much did you? Now I think I want a
second opinion." Saying this, I pull Lena to me, and kiss her long and
hard.
"Well?" I ask when I finally lift my head.
Gasping, she giggles, "Nope, no onion breath."
I slip my arms about both of them and guide them back inside, pulling them
in close as we squeeze though the door.
"So, What are we going to do now?" Lena asks, maintaining her proximity, as
Katy pulls ahead.
"I vote for fucking his brains out." Katy says, stopping and turning to
grin up at us.
"Try again." I tell her, "I like my brains just where they are."
"O.K." she tells me, pulling Lena from my arms, "We'll suck each other's
brains out and you can watch."
Lena's face stiffens and she digs her heels in, jerking Katy to a halt as
she tries to lead her through to the lounge.
"Hey what's wrong?" Katy asks, looking back at her.
"I don't want,..." she begins, "I mean, you were doing it with us too," she
looks at me, "when Katy and me did it together."
"That's stupid! Come on." Katy says, tugging harder on Lena's arm.
"Katy!" I say and she stops and has the good grace to look embarrassed. I
turn to Lena and ask, "Why does that make a difference?"
"You said only doing it with a girl makes you a lesbian." she answers me
confusedly.
"Oh!" I blink as I comprehend her meaning, "that doesn't make somebody a
lesbian. A lesbian, only ever does it with girls and she doesn't like
doing it with men at all. There are all sorts of things that make a girl a
lesbian, but just doing it with another girl isn't one of them."
"Why do girls become lesbians then?" Katy asks, always eager to expand her
knowledge.
"How about an easy one Katy?" I say, gathering them in my arms and guiding
them over to the couch, where I sit and pull them down beside me. "Like
'why is the sky blue?'"
"O.K." she responds with a cheeky grin. "Why is the sky blue?"
"Because it's not green."
"Ha. Ha." Katy mock laughs, "Anyway I already know the answer to that one.
It's Raleigh scattering. Now tell me, what makes a lesbian?"
"Well," I reply more seriously, "Sometimes it's just because it's the way
they are. There's something different in how their brain or their glands
work and they just don't feel horny around men, just women."
"You mean there's something wrong with their brains?" Lena asks, pulling
back to look at me.
Rather than just give her a straight answer, I answer her question in a way
that would make her think. "Lena, how many people do you know with red
hair?"
"Not many, a few, why?"
"So people with red hair are different, especially if they've got skin like
mine that tans instead of freckling and burning, right?"
"Yeah!" she answers slowly.
"So there must be something wrong with me. Is that right?"
"Of course not, there's nothing wrong with redheads."
"So it's all right if the difference is on the outside where people can see
it?"
"Huh?"
"Well that's what you just said."
"No I didn't." she protests.
"Yes you did. You agreed with me that redheads like me are different and
you seem to think that there's something wrong with lesbians because their
brains are different, but there's nothing wrong with redheads. Why? The
only difference I can see, is that you can see red hair but you can't see
lesbianism."
"It's not like that." objects.
"Well what IS it like?" I inquire reasonably, closing in for the kill.
"Uh..." she trails off, "Um..." she stops again, then answers triumphantly,
"Because it's in their minds, you were born with two sets of genes for red
hair, we learned about it at school."
"Well why can't a lesbian have genes that make her a lesbian?"
"Um... I guess they can." she replies, becoming unsure of herself once
more. "But, there's got to be something wrong with them, because everybody
knows that it's wrong to be a lesbian."
Katy spots the illogic of this argument and chips in with the fallacious,
but effective argument, "Everybody except Columbus used to 'know' the Earth
was flat."
"Oh!"
While Lena ponders this, Katy asks, "What are the other reasons that some
girls become lesbians?"
"Being badly hurt by other people." I reply, "It could be because they got
raped and now they can't trust men, especially in a sexual situation. Or
they are fat or considered ugly and they get picked on so much by boys that
they turn to other girls for support.
"Maybe, they are just so big and strong that they scare all of the boys
away. That one's pretty much self-fulfilling, because; one, the boys won't
have anything to do with her; and two, everybody already 'knows' she's a
lesbian because she looks just like one."
"So some lesbians are born and some are forced to be lesbians." Katy asks,
"Doesn't that mean that some sorts of lesbians are wrong?"
"No." I answer, "What forces somebody to be a lesbian might be wrong, being
a lesbian is just a way of adjusting to a bad situation. Like you
pretending to be dumb in front of your parents."
"What about gays? Are they all born that way?" Katy asks, "After all you
can't rape a man and girls don't care as much if he's ugly."
"Don't bet on it." I tell her, "It is possible for a woman to rape a man,
and it can be even worse for him, because they think like you think, 'a man
can't be raped', so when it happens he's even less able to deal with it
than a woman. At least she knows it's possible. It's still one of the
most traumatic things that can happen to a girl or woman, but her world
view isn't turned upside down at the same time. Besides it's always
possible for a man to rape another man. And a man gets a lot less support
from the people around him too. If a woman rapes him, most people will
treat it as a joke if they know and if it was another man, it's very
unlikely that he will seek any sort of help at all.
"No, rape still can play a part in making a boy gay, but it usually happen
in a different way. A man or maybe an older boy will either straight out
rape a boy, or they might just convince him to have sex with them. But
it's what they do later that causes the damage; they will do their best to
convince the boy that it was his fault or his idea. If it happens often
enough the boy can become convinced that he is gay. Again it's very
unlikely that he will report it, both because of threats made by the rapist
and because they boy is scared of what other boys will think if they found
out. And the worst part of it happening that way is, he will often grow up
to do the same things to other boys himself."
"Oh wow!" Katy breaths, "That's really shitty. I wonder what sort Paul is.
He's a friend of Mum's who lives in Brisbane and I know he's gay."
"It's hard to tell," I say, "unless Jimmy gets jumpy around him or he goes
off with him alone a lot."
No Jimmy reckons he's great and if he takes Jimmy anywhere, he takes me
too. He says he won't do things for just one of us."
"Well, that doesn't tell us why he's gay," I say, "but at least you can be
pretty sure he's not a rapist."
That's good," she says, "I like him."
"That's good too." I tell her, "Too many people are scared of people that
are different and if they're afraid, they try to destroy the person that
scares them. Be scared of people for the right reasons, and if somebody
really does scare you, only try to destroy them if you really have to."
"Why?" Lena asks, "If somebody is dangerous shouldn't you get rid of them?"
"No, think about it." I say, "If you try to destroy them, then they has a
reason to feel even more threatened by you and they'll be an even worse
threat. You should only attack if you can't avoid the threat yourself and
never try to deal with a threat on your own, get help; your parents, the
police, a teacher or somebody else you can trust."
"What if you're alone and can't get help?" Lena asks.
"In that case, do anything and everything you can to protect your life, or
somebody else's life. That's the most important thing, if you can't get
away, the best thing to do, is to just let it happen and hope that he will
let you go afterwards. Of course, if you get a chance, do your damnedest
to rip his balls off.
"Hope like hell that you never, ever have to deal with something like that,
and God forbid, if it ever does, the most important thing to remember is
that 'IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT'. I know that sounds silly, but it happens, you
start to think about what you might have done to encourage it, and what you
might have done to avoid it and if you keep that up, you fuck up your mind
even worse than what the rapist did. You are going to feel dirty and used
anyway, don't give the bastard the satisfaction of you blaming yourself for
his sick deeds."
"I'm starting to wish I'd just knocked on the caravan door instead of
peeking through the window yesterday." Lena whispers snuggling in tighter
to my side. "Hold me please."
I tighten my arm about her and lightly kiss her forehead. "Really?" I ask.
"Not really," she says burrowing her face into my chest, "but things seemed
so much simpler before."
"I know, it's called growing up." I reply.
"How do keep from going mad, thinking about everything that can go wrong?"
"By trying to be ready for anything that might happen and then forgetting
about it until it does." I say, "Don't let life make you gloomy, because
the world doesn't really give a shit, one way or another. Seize life by
the throat and squeeze every last bit of fun out of it you can."
"Hey that's not my throat!" she giggles. "But you can keep squeezing."
"Hey what about me?" Katy interjects.
"O.K. you can squeeze too." Lena tells her with an impish grin.
Katy pokes her tongue out and Lena just giggles again, saying, "Yeah I'll
have some of that too."
"Oooh!" Katy cries, giving the impression of stamping her foot, even though
both of them remain curled under her bottom.
"Well?" Lena prods, "I thought you wanted to suck my brains out."
Katy bounces from her seat and hauls Lena to her feet, then almost in the
same motion has her flat on her back on the mattress and is sitting astride
her shoulders. "Let's be friends." she says slurring the words together and
pulling up her skirt to expose her hairless little slit to Lena's gaze.
"Oooh let's." Lena giggles and pulls Katy closer.
Squealing at the touch of Lena's talented tongue, Katy lets her skirt fall
to cover her friend's head.
I reach into my shorts and adjust my already stiffening cock, settling back
to watch what should prove to be a most interesting show.
Katy begins to squeal and wriggle with delight as an obscene slurping noise
emerges from beneath the concealing folds of her skirt. By watching the
expression on Katy's face, I find it quite easy to follow the progress of
Lena's tongue. As the rapid, flicking of her tongue give way to longer,
slower and deeper strokes, Katy's squeaks and wiggles give way to a slower
grinding of her hips as her head falls back and her eyes close, and from
deep in her throat, there emerges a loud moan that is almost a purr.
A minute later her eyes fly open and she utters a piercing shriek as Lena's
tongue spears into her vagina. When her hips settle, Lena returns to her
long slow licks and Katy's head falls back once more. Then just as Katy
relaxes, her eyes bug out and her voice rises and falls in a rhythm, that
tells me that Lena has begun my 'suck, nip, pull' technique on her young
lover's engorged clitoris.
Seconds later her shrill cries are chopped off, and the tendons of her neck
stand out in sharp relief as she cums in great, crashing waves of pleasure.
Above the elastic waistband of her skirt, I watch her little belly ripple,
causing her breath to be expelled in deep animalistic grunts, in time with
the powerful contractions of her young vagina.
A few seconds later her right elbow buckles and she falls to lie on the
mattress beside Lena, her young body shuddering as the last of her orgasm
rips through her. I look to Lena, and she meets my gaze with a shit eating
grin, her face plastered with Katy's slick fluids, from her chin to just
below her eyes. Even as I watch, her tongue emerges from her mouth to
gather up every skerrick of sweet, feminine juices that she can reach.
Groaning, Katy rolls onto her belly and slowly rises to her hands and
knees. Shaking in reaction, she crawls up Lena's supine form and lowers
herself on top, her leg pressed in between Lena's thighs. She then begins
to lick Lena's face clean, humping her pussy against Lena's leg as she
chases down every last droplet of nectar missed by Lena's tongue.
A few seconds later, she rises a little and pulls her skirt from beneath
herself, pulling it off over her head and throwing it at me. As I inhale
the heady aroma of her arousal, she starts sliding up and down Lena's bare
thigh, leaving a trail of glistening wetness. Lowering her face to Lena's
she flicks her tongue across Lena's lips, spearing inside as they part to
allow entry.
After a few seconds of deep passionate kissing, Lena pushes Katy aside,
muttering, "Shit Katy, you're just getting me frustrated." and reaches down
to undo the snap at the front of her shorts. Seeing this, Katy pushes her
hand aside and take over, lowering the zipper and pulling them down and off
as Lena lifts her hips. Katy then pulls Lena to a sitting position and
removes her T-Shirt.
Then pushing Lena back down to the mattress, she applies her lips to an
erect nipple and begins sucking hard, causing Lena to cry out in pleasure.
Switching to the other nipple, Katy gently nips at the swollen bud,
eliciting a sharp gasp, as Lena grabs the back of her head and pulling her
entire face into the resilient flesh.
A few moments later Katy begins to struggle and Lena releases her to draw
an exaggerated breath, before she lowers her mouth once more and begins to
suck, nip and pull on the twin mounds of mammary perfection rising before
her. One of Lena's hands rises once more to cup the back of Katy's head as
the other reaches around to probe Katy's drooling pussy and tight, little
arsehole.
Katy continues to mouth Lena's quivering breasts for a few more seconds,
then starts kissing her way down Lena's body. As Katy's hot, little quim
moves out of reach, Lena lifts both of her hands to her engorged nipples
and begins playing with them, rolling them between thumb and fingertips and
pulling them outwards until they slip from her grip. She squeals and jumps
as Katy's tongue dips into her navel, but her hands keep up their assault
on her firm young tits as Katy's tongue delves lower and reaches the top of
the jocks Lena is wearing.
Pulling back she looks at the soft cotton encasing her friends hips and
mound, lightly tracing the edge of the spreading damp patch and pulling at
the baggy folds of the front panel with her fingertips. A few seconds
later she, slips her hand in through the leg band, forming a fist once it
is inside. Giggling, she extends her thumb, causing the fabric to tent up
like there was a prick inside.
Wrapping her other hand around the extended digit, she moves it up and down
in a wanking motion as Lena lets go of her nipples and rises to her elbows
to look. Half giggling and half moaning, she says, "That's it Katy, jerk
me off. Wank my dick for me.
The side of Katy's fist must be giving considerable stimulation to Lena's
clit, because as I watch, the wet patch continues to grow and her breath
comes in shorter and shorter gasps. A few seconds later, Katy moves down
until her wet, little cunt presses against Lena's toes and lowers her head
to engulf her thumb and the fabric covering it in her hot little mouth.
"That's it Katy, suck my cock. Suck my cock through your brother's jocks.
Suck your brother's dick." As she exhorts Katy to perform this lewd
simulated blow job, she grasps the engorged nubbin of Katy's, oversized
clitoris between her first two toes and pulls on it until it slips free.
Katy gasps at the new sensation and sucks with increased vigour, the side
of her fist pummelling Lena's mound as Lena bucks her hips against it. She
keeps this up a little longer, then spits the saturated fabric from her
mouth and grasps Lena's legs behind the knees and forces them up to her
chest. Lying back, Lena grips her legs, pulling them wide as Katy pulls
the crotch of Lena's soaking undies to one side and starts sucking and
licking the moist slot within.
"Fuck!" Lena groans, "Oh Fuck, suck me, suck my cunt. Oh God yesss!"
Katy brings one of her hands up and extending three fingers she jams them
in at the bottom of Lena's drooling slot. "FUCK!" Lena screams in response
to this latest intrusion, "FUCK MEEE!"
Nothing loath, Katy begins to ram her fingers in and out of Lena's dripping
cunt, quickly adding a fourth finger as she continues to lick and suck on
Lena clit and distended inner labia. A few moments later, she curls her
thumb under her fingers and drives her whole hand into Lena's vagina with
an obscene squelch.
"FUUUCK!" Lena's voice rises in a bane sihde wail and there is no hint of
sanity in it as she screams, "FUCK MEEEE, FUCK MEEEE, FUCK MY CUNT! PUT
YOUR WHOLE FUCKING ARM IN YOU BITCH LESBIAN WHORE!"
I watch the corners of Katy's mouth turn up at the corners in an depraved
grimace, as she forms her hand into a fist and begins punching it in and
out, her arm disappearing to halfway to the elbow, as she fist fucks Lena
into oblivion. Only seconds later Lena's legs fly out straight as her
hands slap the mattress and she forces her hips up against Katy's deeply
embedded hand.
Screaming incoherently, Lena's hips rise and fall, her entire body
shuddering uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure pound her
body into an unresponsive mass of quivering girl flesh. Her screams slowly
fading as Katy continues to maniacally pump her fist in short sharp jabs,
deep within Lena's convulsing body.
Finally, driven beyond endurance, Lena's body goes completely limp, her
hips falling back to the mattress as she falls into a dead faint. Katy
turns her head towards me, grinning dementedly, her face smeared from brow
to chin with Lena's love juices. "Oh goody!" she exclaims, her eyes
falling to my lap. "You're ready now."
I follow her gaze and realise for the first time, that I've pushed my
shorts down to my knees and I'm fisting a cock that is more like an iron
bar, than anything of flesh and blood. Only the fact that I'd already cum
four times, has kept me from wasting my seed all over my stomach. Almost
ready to cum, I manage to force my fingers open and release my cock to fall
with a wet slap against my belly.
"Not yet." I tell her, "I've got to save what's left for later. Besides I
think she's waking up."
Even as I speak, Lena utters a groan that begins somewhere in her toes.
Her head lolls from side to side a few times and she forces her eyes open.
Still groaning she tries to lift her head, only to have it fall back before
she can get it more than a few inches clear of the mattress. Finally she
drags her arm across the bed and curls her fingers about the corner of a
pillow. Moaning, she pulls it to herself, and folds it in half before
pulling it under her head.
"Oh fuck!" she groans. "That was so intense."
"How do you feel?" Katy asks grinning.
"Like I've been fucked with a jackhammer." she replies. "Jesus Christ, I
still can't believe your whole hand fits in there." she utters a little
yelp and I guess that Katy is flexing her fingers, as she squeals, "Stop
that!"
"Spoilsport." Katy replies, "Pull your bum up then, I want to take it out
and I don't want to waste any of your cum."
Groaning, Lena pulls her legs back, until her hips are well clear of the
bed and Katy extracts her hand with an obscene slurp. Lowering her head,
she laps hungrily at the milky fluid that begins to well from Lena's gaping
cunt as it rapidly resumes it's normal dimensions. Half a minute or so
later, she fastens her lips to the entrance to Lena's vagina and pulls her
hips back down to the bed as she suck noisily, vacuuming every last droplet
of sweet, ambrosial ejaculate from Lena's raw looking vulva.
With cheeks bulging, Katy climbs to her feet and comes over to me.
Kneeling astride my lap, she grinds her dripping pussy against my rock hard
staff of life and presses her lips to mine as I wrap my arms around her and
pull her even closer. She keeps her lips closed as I open mine to accept
her kiss and squirts a small quantity of Lena's sweet juices into my mouth.
She then wriggles from my grasp and returns to Lena.
As I roll Lena's incredible nectar around my mouth with my tongue,
savouring a taste that is beyond all but the poorest of descriptions, I
watch Katy lie down beside her friend and pull her onto her side. They
wrap their arms about each other in a loving embrace and press their lips
together, passing the sweet, delightful elixir back and forth in a kiss
that is more affectionate than passionate.
For over a minute they embrace, while I continue to roll the intoxicating
liquor of Lena's spend around inside my mouth, slowly diluting it with my
saliva, allowing only the slightest trickle to pass over the back of my
tongue. Finally they break and with a final swirl of her own sweet fluids
within her mouth, Lena looks to me and says, "Take that shirt off and come
here."
Swallowing, the last of her cum, I get to my feet, letting my short fall
about my ankles as I pull my shirt off. Dropping it on the couch, I step
out of my shorts and walk over to them, my prick so rigid that it barely
bobs as I move. Lena reaches up and pulls me down to lie on my back in the
gap they have made between themselves. I slip my arms behind their necks,
pillowing their heads on my shoulders as they snuggle up to my sides, each
of them lifting a leg over my hips as they press their damp mounds up
against me. Damp? Lena's undies are absolutely saturated and even
unclothed, Katy is not much better.
Lena tilts her face up to mine for a kiss and as she closes her eyes, I
gently, lovingly press my mouth to hers, still tasting her sweet nectar on
her lips. Even as we kiss, I feel her body relax further and a moment
later she begins to snore quietly. I gently pull away from her slack lips
and after briefly pressing my lips to her forehead, I allow Katy to pull my
head around to face her.
Her eyes dance with barely suppressed mirth and her tongue flicks out to
brush the tip of my chin. "You need a shave." she giggles quietly.
"Maybe later." I whisper back, "But right now, I'm going to put these
whiskers to good use."
"How?" she asks.
"Like this." I say, trapping her head against my shoulder and scrubbing my
bristly chin and cheek against her forehead and the upper half of her
cheek.
Giggling she pushes my head away and turns a mock scowl on me. "I won't
kiss you if you do that again." she tells me.
"Promises, promises." I say and, slip my head free of her hand and give her
face one last scrub.
Grinning she cups her hand and violently clenches it. Mock wincing, I say,
"O.K. I'll be good, I promise."
"You're silly." she giggles, "But I like you anyway."
"I like me too." I tell her and she turns her head to set her teeth on my
collarbone. "O.K. O.K. I like you a bit too." I feel her teeth tighten a
little and I quickly say, "A lot, I like you a lot." Her teeth continue to
tighten and I yelp, "I love you, I love you to pieces."
"That's better." she tells me, releasing me and tuning her face up for a
kiss. I lower my mouth to hers and gently suck on her little tongue as it
darts between my lips, them follow it back into her mouth as it withdraws.
She gives me a few seconds to explore her warm little mouth and then I feel
her lips tighten in a smirk and she close her teeth on my tongue.
She holds me like that for a few moments before releasing me and I pull my
head back to look into her dancing eyes. "Yep, I love you to pieces," I
say, "but Lena's still my girlfriend."
She glowers at me for a few seconds, then grins, "I don't care. She can
have you." she tells me, reaching down to wrap her fingers around my cock,
"I just want to borrow this bit every now and then."
"I guess I can manage once a week for you." I tell her, earning a scowl and
a squeeze in response. "Maybe twice."
Instead of tightening her grip further, she releases me and says with a
grin, "I'll just have to see what Lena has to say about that, won't I?"
She then snuggles in tighter and presses her cheek to my chest, sighing
contentedly as I gently caress her back and side with my fingertips.
Chapter 9 - REVELATIONS.
Some time later, I wake to feel the girls shivering a little against my
sides. Surrounded on both sides, by their bodies, I'm a little warmer, but
the air has a chill bite to it and I realise that the fire must have gone
out. With infinite care, I extricate myself from between the warm little
bodies pressed up against my sides and slip the pillow under Lena's head.
I pull the blanket from the single mattress and turning back, I discover
that Katy has rolled into the gap, I'd just vacated and her cheek is now
pressed into the upper swell of Lena's breast.
After covering them with the blanket, I slip my clothes back on and move
into the kitchen to check the stove; even the ashes hold nothing but the
faintest trace of warmth. Sighing, I brush them through the grate and take
the ash drawer outside. Slipping my feet into Jane's gumboots, I collect
the axe and a split of dry firewood on my way down the stairs, noting in
passing that the rain has stopped and high level winds are beginning to
shred the clouds.
I use some of the ashes to cover the noisome contents of the can, tipping
the rest into a nearby metal drum already half full of ash and clinker. I
stop to take care of a few needs of my own, sprinkling more ashes on top.
I then go back out to the chopping block to chop the split up into
kindling.
I try to be as quiet as possible, but about halfway through, I hear Katy
say accusingly, "You let the fire go out."
I look up to the verandah and see the pair of them looking down at me.
Katy is standing in front, pressed up against the rail. Lena stands behind
her, her arms and the blanket enfolding her. "Well I see the two of you
have made 'friends'." I say jokingly.
Lena blushes prettily, but I see her arms tighten and she briefly lowers
her head to press her lips to the crown of Katy's head. "Yeah we're 'les
be frens'." Katy giggles and I see the blanket ripple, a second later Lena
emits a little squeal of surprise and presses harder against Katy, trapping
her impertinent fingers between them.
Grinning, I turn back to the block and finish chopping the kindling. I
then gather it and axe up and bounce up the stairs. Dropping my burden
with a clatter, I step out of the boots and slip up behind the girls
enfolding both of them in my arms. Lena tilts her head up for a kiss that
I'm happy to deliver. And of course Katy demands the same treatment.
Having paid the toll, I cuddle up behind Lena and we stare out over the
devastation left by the storm. The dam for the most part has retreated
within the confines of it's banks, revealing the gaping wound that is all
that remains of the island. Where the willow has been bodily uprooted,
there remains only a tiny crescent of muddy soil towards the far side of
the dam, clinging to it are a few bedraggled plants, for the most part
bowed down by the weight of the mud and grass stalks still clinging to
them.
Suddenly the entire scene fractures into a million points of light as the
clouds to the west break apart, allowing the sun through to be reflected
and refracted by the raindrops clinging to every leaf and surface. In my
arms, the girls breath sighs of rapt wonderment and I pull them even
closer.
As the clouds continue to race before the wind, a rainbow takes shape in
the east and the girls give voice to rapturous cries, spoiled a moment
later, as Katy displays a mercenary streak, "Oh wow!" she breaths, "I wish
there really was a pot of gold at the foot of the rainbow."
"There is you know." I tell her, and she squirms around in Lena's arms to
look up at me as if I'd gone daft.
"That's just a story." she protests, "Like the Easter Bunny."
"If you're talking about a big black iron pot overflowing with coins, then
you're right." I say, "But there is something even more precious at the
foot of each and every rainbow. Lena, look at it with that artist's eye of
yours and trace the rainbow around in a big circle to where the ends meet
and tell me what's there."
She does as I ask, and a moment later, starts in surprise, "We are!" she
says in a wondering tone, staring out into the distance. "We're standing
right over the foot of the rainbow."
"That's right Lena," I say, "Each and every person stands at the foot of
their own personal rainbow and right now, you two are the most precious
things in the world to me."
Lena presses back against me, tilting her head back for another kiss. I
lower my lips to hers and we briefly, eternally, declare our love for each
other with that intimate caress.
"I can't see it." Katy cries in frustration, interrupting us and I look
down into her eyes.
"It's O.K. Katy," I say, "It's hard to see with a big rainbow. Try it one
day with a hose and you'll see what I mean. That's how I found it the
first time."
"But I want to see the real thing." she cries.
"O.K." I say, "stare at the rainbow and fix it in your mind until you can
see it with your eyes closed. When you've done that, keep them closed and
fill in the rest of it. Now imagine the sun is shining through the back of
your head right into the middle of the rainbow."
"Oh wow!" she breaths rapturously, "you're right. I've found my pot of
gold and I love you both."
"And I love you." Lena and I declare in the same breath.
"Jinx." Katy giggles and wriggles from our grasp, becoming once more a
little girl intent on as much mischief as she can create. "Oh this is
gonna be so much fun. I can say anything I want to you and you can't
answer back." she jeers, skipping backwards, her naked little body a
delightful sight against the glittering panorama surrounding us.
Lena turns in my arms to look up at me, a funny grin on her face, as she
wraps the blanket around me and lifts her face for a kiss. One of her
hands snakes between us to unfasten my shorts and push them from my hips to
fall about my feet. At the same time, my hands reach for her, and I
discover she has already discarded her undies. Pulling me close, she rubs
her belly against my prick.
Ignoring Katy's teasing prattle, I cup Lena's bottom in my hands and lift
her to wrap her legs about my waist and probe between her lips with my
tongue as she lets the blanket fall and wraps her arms about my neck. We
caress each other's mouths and lips with our tongues and Lena rubs herself
against my hardening prick as I carry her inside, briefly grinning into
each other's mouths as Katy moves on to a highly improbable description of
our ancestry and personal habits in an effort to get us to speak.
My eyes widen in surprise as I discover just how closely, she has been
listening to the stockmen and I silently applaud her command of English
vernacular. Lena giggles into my mouth, as Katy follows us into the lounge
and lets fly with a description of a patently impossible act, involving
myself, both of my parents, a ferret and three rabbits.
A few moments later, as I lower Lena to the mattress and begin to hump my
almost rigid prick against the outside of Lena's delightfully moist pussy,
Katy starts to get really nasty and Lena and I exchange looks of barely
suppressed mirth. Katy continues to discuss our pedigree and any offspring
that we might have for another five minutes, then as she realises that she
has begun to repeat herself, she gives vent to one last burst of blistering
invective and stomps out of the room.
Lena and I giggle at each other softly and she pushes me over onto my back.
She follows, rolling on top of me and rising to a sitting position astride
my hips with the tip of my cock peeking obscenely between her labia. She
pull my hands up to where her nipples crown the warm, resilient flesh of
her beautiful breasts. As she begins to rock back and forth along the
rigid length of my shaft, I gently fondle the firm, rubbery flesh of her
extended nipples.
Her breathing begins to quicken and I increase the pressure of my
fingertips on her nipples, lightly pinching and pulling on the pliable
little nubbins. A moment later Katy returns to the room with the Jack
Daniels, a triumphant smirk on her lips.
Looking about the room, I spy the hairbrush sitting where I'd left it on
the arm of the couch and letting go of Lena's starboard tit, I point it out
to Katy. She follows my finger and moves to pick it up. Still grinning,
she holds it in one hand and begins to lightly pat her backside with the
back of the brush as she slowly lifts the open bottle towards her lips.
I shake my head and she stops, looking at my hand as I point to the
hairbrush and make a twisting gesture. She slowly turns the bristles of
the hairbrush towards her flesh and I nod. Eyes wide, she very carefully
sets the bottle and the hairbrush on the coffee table and backs away from
them with her hands conspicuously clasped behind her back. I grin and nod
approvingly as Lena shakes silently on top of me, sending delightful
sensations coursing through my groin. Turning once more, Katy exits the
room, slamming the outside door behind her.
A few seconds later she returns with the kindling and ash tray and Lena and
I exchange grins, as a violent clattering announces that she is relighting
the stove. A few seconds later, we start as the phone rings and I hear the
poker clatter to the floor in the kitchen. I push Lena from me and lunge
for the phone, grabbing the receiver as Katy plunges through the door.
She pulls up short and folds her arms over her nonexistent breasts,
smirking as she waits for me to break the jinx.
Instead, I just silently wait and a few seconds later, I hear Jane's voice,
"Geoff? Is that you Geoff? Can you hear me?"
"Yeah Jane, I can hear you. Somebody just jinxed us, that's all. I'm
naming no names, but our house guest is frantically waiting for me to say
her name." Lena looks daggers at me as I continue, "It's a good thing
somebody didn't make it personal."
Jane laughs quietly, as Katy burst out, "Mum, you spoiled it, I would have
made him talk soon."
"I heard that." chortles Jane. "How are things going?"
"Fine," I reply, "the rain's stopped and the clouds are breaking up. There
is one thing I forgot to mention earlier; you don't have much of an island
left in the dam, The wind tore the willow right out and most of the dirt
with it."
"Oh well, that's no great loss, I'd sort of hoped that with all that water,
the roots would grow and hold it together, but I guess they just weren't
deep enough yet. How are the girls, they're not complaining about the
plain fare are they?"
"They're fine." I reply, "No, Liam and I managed to set up a sort of flying
fox over the creek and we had steak for lunch."
"Lucky you." she says enviously, "We got vegemite sandwiches and lousy tea.
It's a total madhouse here. James is off with the emergency workers
helping clean up and weather proof peoples houses. Us wives are supposed
to be cooking, but there's bugger all foods as both big supermarkets are
great piles of rubble and all of the smaller places have just about been
cleaned out.
"They've got a train coming up from Bundaberg, but with all of the trees
down over the line, they're having to go damned slowly. At least somebody
here's managed to rig some sort of cow catcher arrangement on a shunter and
the can just push most of it off the line. Lucky for us too, we'd done our
shopping yesterday, so at least we'll have groceries when we get home."
"Won't they confiscate them?" I ask curiously.
"Not if they don't know they're there and I'm certainly not going to tell
them." she tells me, "Besides, what we have wouldn't go very far shared out
between over five hundred people."
"Good point. When do you think you'll be able to make it back here?"
"James reckons the creeks should be down enough to let us through by early
tomorrow afternoon, though how long it takes us once we're off the highway
depends on how many trees we have to move. Luckily with all those things
that have been going AWOL, we keep the chainsaw in the car, so at least
that's all right. Liam and the Sheads are going to start working from your
end tomorrow morning, so with a bit of luck we'll be home sometime between
three and five o'clock tomorrow."
"That's great." I say. Then turning towards Katy, I add, "I'll be glad get
rid of your daughter."
"Ill get you for that!" Katy threatens.
"She hasn't been any trouble has she?" Jane ask, her tone promising mayhem
for Katy if she has.
"Well," I draw the word out, "Let's see," I continue, fending her off as
she lunges for the phone, "she's been an absolute..."
"It's not true, I haven't done anything" Katy yells, trying to wrench the
receiver from my grasp.
"delight." I finish, "Except for the kick she just aimed at me."
"Well, you have my full permission to administer chastisement as
necessary." Jane tells me.
"I don't think that'll be necessary." I reply, "She look pretty funny
hopping around on one foot. Maybe this will teach her to wear her
knickers."
"Geoff!" Katy screams, covering her splayed pussy lips with her hands as
Lena looks on in shock, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly.
Jane guffaws loudly, "Not that one," she informs me, "her sister's just the
same, they've both got an exhibitionistic streak a mile wide. If it
bothers you too much blister her backside, otherwise ignore her, she likes
an audience and without that she usually gives up in disgust.
"Come to think of it, I seem to remember, way back in the dim dark ages of
my youth, that there were times Dad and I'd go on walkabout with the local
tribe of aboriginals near our station and I'd come back, almost as black as
them wearing nothing more than the smile on my face. The third time we did
it, Mum took my clothes before we left, so I wouldn't give them away. So
maybe it's in the blood. I'd probably still do it today, but who'd look?"
Wisely, I ignore her question and ask, "How'd your parents deal with the
missionaries? I would have thought they'd be right down on white children
mixing with the so called 'lesser breeds' especially naked."
Oops wrong button. "We didn't deal with them at all." she says bleakly,
"Not after they took me for one of the aboriginal children and tried to
kidnap me."
"They'd come to our property to buy some cattle for their mission station,
and while they were there they visited the camp to do a bit of preaching.
Then, instead of going back that night, they drove until they were out of
sight of the house and took the truck a place about a mile from the camp
and waited till the men went off hunting the next morning.
"They then grabbed about thirty off us kids who were at the swimming hole
and marched us at gunpoint to the truck and forced us inside. I tried to
tell them who I was, but they just thought I was one of the station owner's
bastard half-caste children and laughed at me."
"Look," she says, "You just touched a bit of a sore tooth with, me.
There's a queue's starting to build up outside the booth. I'll tell you
the rest of this story when I get back. Actually I think Jimmy might need
to hear it too. He made a few comments, I didn't like about the aboriginal
family in the next stall last night."
"O.K. We'll see you for afternoon tea tomorrow." I say. "You want to say
anything to Gipsy Rose Lee here?"
"Yeah put her on."
"Katy," I say holding out the receiver, "Your mother wants to speak to
you."
"Let go my foot." she yelps, still bouncing around. "Yeah Mum." <pause>
"Yeah, I should have known better. Next time I'll wait until he's not
looking." <pause> "I'm joking Mum." <pause> "Yeah, HE would too." <pause>
"I love you too Mum. Bye."
Katy hands the receiver back and motions for me to hang it up. "Now let my
foot go you bastard, my leg's getting tired."
"What?" I cup my hand to my ear. "I can't hear you."
"I said let my foot go, please." she snarls.
"Of course Katy." I reply sweetly and give the foot a little jerk, that
sends her tumbling into my arms.
"What do you think Lena? How many nasty things did she say about us while
we were jinxed?"
"I think you're a bastard too." she replies amiably, finally permitted to
speak by the rules of the game. "I think she must have said at least a
hundred. And I though you said we had to be careful, why did you say Katy
had no clothes on."
I didn't," I say, "I said she had no knickers, a practice that I already
knew her parents were aware of. Look over there in that cupboard, you'll
find a photo album. Go and get it and bring it here. Besides," I add, "If
I was fucking Katy, would I risk saying something like that?"
"That makes sense," Lena says thoughtfully, "I think."
"Why can't I have parents who just show off pictures of my bum when I was a
baby and be done with it?" Katy laments, struggling to escape my grasp.
"You love it." I say tickling her. "If you could, you'd walk down Bourke
Street stark naked."
"Would not!" she protest through her giggles.
I continue to assault her ribs and a moment later, she gives in,. "O.K.,
O.K. I would."
I let up, and she squirms around to look up at me, "Actually," she says,
"I'd wear a short skirt and bend over a lot. I wouldn't get arrested that
way."
"What do you want to show me?" Lena asks holding out the album, "And why
did you want to know how many nasty things she said?"
"So we could calculate how many times we should spank her." I say, "Here
sit on this." I pin Katy to the mattress and wait for Lena to take up
station astride her chest.
I take the album and flip through it until I find Katy's little show.
Showing Lena, I say. "James showed these to me the other night, after Katy
came into the lounge and flashed her pussy at me after her shower."
"And ten minutes later I sat in his lap and rubbed up against his dick and
came, right in front of Mum and Dad." Katy boasts.
"You didn't?" Lena gasps.
"Uh huh," Katy replies giggling. "It was fun. I didn't really mean too,
but I was pretty horny already and it felt so naughty that it happened
before I could stop it."
"How come they didn't notice?" Lena asks.
"Because Dad and Geoff had tickled me until I nearly wet myself," she
replies, "so it just looked like I was trying to get my breath back."
"How many time are we going to spank her Geoff?" Lena asks me.
"How about one for every bad thing she said?" I ask as Katy explodes into
motion, trying to dislodge Lena from her chest.
"Oooh, fifty each!" Lena exclaims delightedly, pinning Katy's hands and
moving down to sit on her stomach, dangling her tits just out of reach of
Katy's snapping teeth.
"Oh goody!" Katy says happily, "I should get at least three cums that way."
"Lena winks at me and says, "Help me turn her over, I'll sit on her
shoulders and you can sit on her feet and we'll take turns."
Katy is very cooperative, helping us get her positioned with a pillow under
her belly, the corner pulled up between her legs. Then once Katy is
properly pinned, Lena makes a long arm and retrieves the hairbrush.
"This'll fix her." Lena says slipping the brush under the pillow, bristles
up and pulls the pillow away.
Katy lowers her hips and immediately jerks them upwards as she discovers
what lies directly below her plump mons and clit.
"Yeow!" Katy protests vociferously, stopping her struggles, almost before
they begin as Lena places both hands on her bum and pushes.
"I like the way you think." I tell Lena laughing. "Torquemada would have
been proud."
"Why thankyou, I try to do my best." Lena replies modestly, "Who's
Torquemada?"
"A torturer who was very good at his job." I reply.
"You know, I think I like this method." I say reflectively, "All we have to
do is sit here and wait for her to punish herself and our arms won't get
tired. How about you Katy, are you getting tired holding your bum up like
that?"
Katy begins discussing our ancestry at great lengths and Lena and I grin at
each other over her trembling backside.
Winking at Lena, I gently slide the hairbrush from beneath Katy and say,
"O.K. Katy here it comes, I can't be bothered waiting any longer.
I watch the muscles of her buttocks and thighs tighten and the invective
becomes even more creative and improbable. Lifting my arm, I deliver a
medium soft slap to Katy's taught buttock, nodding to Lena, as I raise my
arm. Her hand falls on the other cheek and we quickly get into the rhythm.
About blow number twenty Katy's thing muscles cramp and her middle drops to
the bed and immediately bounces back. A moment later Katy finishes her
tirade with a simple, "You bastards."
Lena looks at me and we burst in to uncontrollable laughter, falling on
each other's shoulders and rolling aside.
Katy promptly scrambles away, then darts back in to retrieve the hairbrush
before retreating to the far side of the mattress.
When Lena and I finally recover, we roll over to look at Katy and find her
pumping the handle of the hairbrush in her pussy as she flips though the
copy of Private. Looking over at us she declares, "I don't need you."
"O.K." I say easily, "Come on Lena, let's get this fire going." I rise and
help Lena to her feet. Katy gives us an outraged expression as we dismiss
her. Ignoring it, I pull Lena against my side and collect the bottle of
Jack Daniels on our way to the kitchen.
While I finish laying the fire and set a match to it, Lena pours the
remainder of the bourbon into glasses, giving me about twice as much as
herself, making up the difference with water. She then cuddles up to me,
as we listen to the cheery crackle of the kindling taking fire, slowly
sipping our drinks. Once I am sure the fire has caught, I close the
firebox door and check all the dampers.
"Want to work on the jigsaw?" Lena asks.
"Why not," I reply, "I don't think we're going to get much fun out of Katy
for a while."
"I heard that!" Katy cries from the door.
We turn to see Katy standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as
she licks the handle of the hairbrush like a lollipop.
"Hello Katy." I say, "Isn't it going to be uncomfortable cuddling up to
your new boyfriend tonight?"
I duck as her new 'boyfriend' sails past my ear and clatters off the wall.
"Does this mean you just gave him the flick?" I ask reasonably.
"Oh I give up." she throws her hands in the air in exasperation and grins.
"Truce?"
"Truce." I confirm. "Let's get going on this jigsaw."
She joins us at the table, standing so close to me that her hip brushes my
leg. Almost immediately, she pounces on a piece with a triumphant cry and
drops it into position, pounding it down with the side of her fist.
After that it becomes a friendly competition, with much giggling and hip
bumping as we vie to see who can get the most pieces into place. Early in
the piece we remain fairly even, but as the chalet and garden begins to
take shape Katy begins to pull ahead. Showing an uncanny knack for seeing
if a piece in her hand will join to what is already in place, she picks up
a piece glances at it, looks at the partially completed puzzle then either
discards it, or pounds it into place.
"Let's give her the sky." Lena says as Katy continues to accelerate.
Before I can reply, Katy cheerfully agrees and picks up the bowl we had
used to keep the pieces of sky in and moves around to the other side of the
table. At first she is slow, but she continues to place pieces using the
same method, rather than taking each piece and testing it all around the
edges as I would. Seeing this, Lena and I exchange looks and quickly get
back to work.
Without Katy the bottom section of the puzzle takes shape more slowly, and
we concentrate mightily to keep up with the thumping of Katy's fist. A
little later she slows down and I look up to see she is now filling in
pieces methodically, row by row. Feeling my eyes on her, she looks up with
a shit eating grin then goes back to her pounding.
"I think we're in trouble Lena." I say.
She looks up to what Katy is doing and is met by that same infuriating
grin. "You could be right," she responds. "but I'm not giving up without a
fight." Having said this the returns to the fray with renewed vigour.
I join in and we to our best to ignore the regular thumping of Katy's fist.
Some little time later I'm surprised to see that we are actually holding
our own if not gaining a little. As the holes in our section of the puzzle
continue to shrink it, we close the gap with Katy. To her credit, she
continues with her self imposed handicap and we are running neck and neck
as the last few pieces drop into place.
Finally though, Katy finishes the sky first and sits back to wait for us to
finish. A minute or so later we place the last piece left in the box,
discovering that two pieces are missing. Then with that bloody grin still
on her face, Katy retrieves them from under her empty bowl and
simultaneously pounds them into place with both fists.
"Don't mess with the best." she skites, taking a step backwards. Then
emitting a screech fit to wake the dead, she windmills her arms and goes
over backwards to land with a heavy thump on her arse, at the same time the
hairbrush shoots from under the table, coming to a stop wedged under the
front of the fridge.
"I see pride doth goeth before the fall." I observe to Lena as Katy rises
rubbing her poor abused backside as she hobbles around the table.
"Hey!" she says, "Nobody's checked the fire." She opens the firebox to
reveal only a few glowing coals. She quickly scrapes them together and
adds a some smallish pieces of wood from the box beside the fire.
Fortunately enough heat remains for the chimney to draw and a few minutes
later the fire is crackling merrily. Katy then adds a couple of larger
pieces and closes the dampers.
"O.K. what do you two want to eat?" I ask.
"Pancakes again?" Katy asks hopefully.
"Forget it. We've got enough cleaning to do without that."
"Like what?" she ask.
"Like those 'root rags' Lena stuffed in your parents wardrobe." "How do
you do the laundry without power?"
"We stir it with a big stick in the washing machine." Katy replies, adding
with a grin, "Jimmy has to do it too and doesn't he hate it."
"Not this time he doesn't." I say, "The idea is to clean up the 'fucking'
smell BEFORE people get home."
"Good point." she says, then grins, "I'll make dinner."
I look at Lena and say, "We'd better get some clothes on then."
Leaving Katy to her pots and pans, we move into the lounge. Lena selects a
clean pair of jocks and a tracksuit of Jimmy's while I get a pair of jeans
and a windcheater from the clothes my mother had packed for me. We then
move about the house collecting all of the towels that have participated in
our lovemaking. The jocks that Lena had been wearing earlier in the day
get added to the pile and after a quick sniff, Katy's skirt.
By some quirk of fate, my towel had been spared, so I lay it to one side
for us to use that night. The next day that last piece of evidence would
go home with me and the sheets could be left to soak.
The washing machine under the house is one of those old cylindrical things
with a mangle; while it fills, Lena and I move out into the middle of what
is left of the lawn, the cool mud squeezing up between out toes in a
delightful way. Arm in arm we turn to the west and look towards the
setting sun. The shredded remains of the storm make for an absolutely
spectacular sunset, brilliant pinks, oranges and reds abound, extending
over nearly three quarters of the sky.
As the colours begin to retreat from the east, I remember the running water
and we hurry back to the house, where washing machine now stands in a
growing puddle of water. Draining off the excess, we begin washing,
stirring with a plastic paddle liberated from a child's inflatable boat.
We find that we have to trade off stirring every couple of minutes, but
twenty minutes later we have finished both loads and are putting the last
of the wet towels through the wringer.
We use the water draining from the washing machine to rinse the mud from
our feet and take our damp load up to the verandah where we hang it on the
lines hanging from the rafters. Inside the odour that greets us surprises
me considerably, being one that I would not expect this far out in the
boonies. A quick peek in the oven confirms the diagnosis, pizza, a little
light on the cheese but pizza all the same.
We find Katy in the lounge, sitting in front of the TV watching Charles in
Charge. "Where'd you learn to make pizza?" I ask.
Instead of answering, she waves for us to be silent, her eyes never leaving
the screen in front of her. Lena and I settle back on the couch with our
arms about each other. A few minutes later an ad comes on and Katy turns
towards us. "God he's cute. What did you say?"
"Where'd you learn to make pizza? And why is the TV on, I though we were
saving the battery."
"Oh pooh," she says, "We've still got the other battery and the storm's
over. And I learned to make pizza because we all like it and it's too far
to get deliveries out here. The dough's easy to make and even you could do
the rest."
"Don't be cheeky." I say, "I'm not that bad a cook."
"Whatever." she says absently.
"Whatever yourself. Now put some clothes on, we're going to eat like
civilised human beings tonight. Besides" I add, "It might just prevent a
repeat of last night too, if you have to wash them instead of just your
body."
"After this." she says, waving at the TV, where the commercials are still
running.
"Now!" I order, "Or should I go and get your boyfriend?"
With one eye on the telly and in very poor grace, Katy rises and dresses in
a baggy pair of shorts and an oversized windcheater, easily finishing
before the ads.
Once the show is over, Katy and Lena go to get the pizza, pushing me back
into the couch when I rise to help. "You've got to save your strength,
you're going to need it." Lena tells me with a grin.
As I settle back to watch A Country Practice, I hear the clatter of wood
being added to the stove and the dampers being shut back down. A couple of
minutes later the girls return with the pizza still on it's tray and a
wooden chopping block to protect the coffee table.
About halfway through the pizza, we jump as we hear the noise of boots on
the stairs. Katy looks at me and asks, "How'd you know?"
"I didn't." I reply, "But I guess a part of me knew my mother'd get someone
over here if it were in any way possible."
A second later, we hear my uncle call my name.
"In the lounge." I call back. (As if we'd be anywhere else.)
We hear the thud of his boots hitting the timber deck outside and a few
seconds later he comes in, a large torch in his hand.
"Howdy folks." he says. "Well I see your mother's got her knickers in a
twist over absolutely nothing at all. You're snug as bugs in a rug."
"Don't you start." I say, "Did she tell you about our row on the phone?"
"More or less," he replies, "and good for you, why didn't you do it
earlier?"
Because I can't see her chin quivering over the phone." I answer. "From
your first comment, I assume she's the reason you're here?"
"Give the man a cigar." he laughs, "Of course it was her, who else would it
be?"
"Want a cuppa?" I ask, "The kettle should be boiling, or would you like
some cough mixture?"
"A cuppa sounds great," he says, "No, you keep eating, I know where
everything is. What do you girls want?"
"Tea please." says Katy.
"Cocoa please Liam." Lena replies.
By the time he returns with our drinks, we have finished the pizza and are
leaning back in the couch, Katy occupying her usual position plastered to
my side, much to Lena's disgust. He raises his eyebrows a little, when he
sees Katy, and I give him my best helpless look. Grinning, he hands us our
drinks and takes a seat in James' chair.
"So how have you been keeping yourself amused?" he asks.
We all begin to speak at once.
"Playing monopoly."
"Having mud fights." Lena contributes.
"Doing jigsaws," Katy says, "I won."
"How do you win at jigsaws?" he asks her.
"by getting more pieces than them." she replies in a tone that questions
his intelligence, "And they made me do the sky too."
"Katy don't be rude." I chide her, "We had to." I say to my uncle, "She was
beating the pants off us doing the other bits. She's good, damned good."
"Well I've got something that might cut her down to size."
"How big is it?" Katy asks, her attention piqued.
"Oh only a thousand pieces." he replies, with a studied air of innocence.
"That's baby stuff." she replies dismissively.
"We'll see." he says, "I thought about sending it over before but I thought
it might be beyond you. I took one look at the box when I got it and
decided I didn't want to have anything to do with it and I like jigsaws."
"Where'd you get it?" Katy asks.
"Oh my half-brother sent it over from America, he knows I like them and he
decided I need a bit of a challenge."
"Well what makes it so special?" Katy asks, her interest thoroughly
aroused. I stopped doing jigsaws because they're too easy."
"Well I think this one might show you down a bit." he replies, "It's a
picture of nothing but a big pile of candy canes. You know? Those ones
you hang on the Christmas tree."
"Don't bet on it." I tell him, "She did that sky row by row and she doesn't
test where the pieces go, she just puts them in."
"We shall see. So what's the damage, so I can tell your mother, you're not
ankle deep in water, and shivering in the wind. I've already seen the
caravan, what else got broken."
"Just a couple of panes of glass in there." I say, waving towards the
bedroom. "I patched them with waxed cardboard. Oh and the thunder box
didn't survive the experience."
"What about Dorothy?" Lena chips in.
"Dorothy?"
"A muddie that arrived complete with crab pot." I answer.
"Why Dorothy?" he asks, then answers his own question with a groan,
"Because she landed in Oz."
"And I wanted to give her ruby nippers." Katy says, reflexively ducking and
puling me in front of her.
I haul her out from behind me and offer her up to my uncle, "She's yours
for a dollar."
"YOU pay ME and I'll consider it." he returns.
"I'll get you both for that." she declares heatedly. Wriggling from my
grasp, she stomps across the mattress and parks herself with her nose about
two feet from the TV. At almost exactly the same time the battery gives
out and the picture begins to do interesting things.
Muttering below her breath she switches it of with a violent twist and
snatches up the cards. Her back turned eloquently towards us as, she
starts playing solitaire, slapping the cards down with vigour.
"I don't think I want to know what she's saying." Uncle Liam observes.
"I don't know, the bit about the rabbits and the ferret sounds
interesting." I reply grinning.
His eyebrows shoot up and he eyes her with something akin to respect, "Hmn,
I think we might need to install a swear box over at the cattle yards, that
sounds like something Macka might have said."
Katy rises and stands grinning in front of him, "He did, he also ..."
"I know what he says," Liam hastily chops her off, "There's no need to
repeat him."
"Why not? He's much more fun than the rest of the men, they just say the
'F' word a lot. Poppa's O.K. though I guess, at least he says it in
Greek."
"Because I'd hate to think you actually understood what he says." Liam
replies.
"O.K., I don't understand it." she grins, causing him to groan and cover
his eyes.
"Give in Uncle Liam." I tell him, "The only way to beat her is with a
stick."
"A big one." he adds, earning a rude display of her tongue.
"Be good, "I tell her, "or I'll get the photo album."
"Wouldn't work, he's seen it."
"I'd advise you to take your own advice." Liam grins at me.
"O.K." I say, "Katy one, mere males nil."
"That's better." she says and plops herself down in my uncle's lap,
wriggling her little behind to get herself comfortable. A few moments
later he lifts her forwards a few inches and she gives me and Lena a wicked
smile and a wink.
Lena gives Liam a few moments to compose himself, then asks, "How are my
brothers and Mum and Dad?"
"Wet, very wet and they're sleeping in your bedroom, as it's about the only
bit with any roof left." he replies. "And we've got your brothers over at
my place."
"What about me?" she asks.
"You'll probably be staying over here with Katy for a while." He tells her.
"Oh good!" She yelps.
"I thought you'd like the idea." says with a teasing smile, "I think I'll
tell Jane and James to lock Jimmy in their room at night."
Lena blushes at this and commences a minute examination of her fingers
clasped in her lap. Liam and I exchange laughs and Katy does a perfect
impression of girlish disinterest, as she bounces back in his lap and asks,
"Where's Geoff going to sleep?"
"Oh, he'll get his own bed back," Liam replies, "Lena's brothers are going
to move into a tent tomorrow." his voice catches as Katy wriggles her
bottom again and once more he carefully repositions her.
"Oh, what's that?" she asks with perfect girlish innocence, grabbing his
cock through his pants.
He reacts by violently shoving her from his lap to land with a thump and a
yell on the floor. Immediately apologising, "I'm sorry Katy, but you
shouldn't touch men there."
"Oh was that your penis?" she asks with perfect innocence, "Why was it
hard?"
Lena and I collapse laughing and he turns a half panicked look on us as
Katy hides a wicked grin from him. "Why don't you tell her Uncle Liam?" I
ask, once I recover enough to speak.
"Because it's not my place." he says, "That's something her parents should
tell her."
"O.K. I'll ask them." she says, her look of innocence back.
"No!" he yells, his panic now almost full blown. "Please don't tell them
Katy. It happened, because you kept on wriggling on top of it."
"Why?"
"Oh god." he hides his face in his hands. A few seconds later he lifts his
head and with a crimson face, he says, "Katy, sometimes a man's penis gets
stiff and hard when something soft like your bottom rubs against it."
"What does it get hard for?" she asks curiously.
Spluttering, he says, "You don't need to know that yet, your parents will
tell you when you're old enough or you'll learn it at school. Now can we
just drop the subject and not say anything to your parents, they might get
mad."
He looks over towards Lena and I, asking with a note of pleading in his
voice, "You two will keep quiet too, after all it was an accident, a
reflex, right?"
"If it was an accident, why would Mum and Dad get mad?" Katy asks.
"Because parents can be funny about things like that." I answer for him,
"You'll understand when you're older." Turning to Liam, I say, "Yeah we'll
keep quite, I don't see why you should get into trouble for something that
Katy did."
"Is it like bad touching?" Katy asks, determined to squeeze the maximum
amount of embarrassment out of her victim.
"Yes Katy." he replies with a sigh.
"That's silly!" she exclaims, "You didn't touch me, I touched you."
"And that's why we won't say any more about it, right?" I say firmly.
"Oh O.K." she replies as if it is of no importance. "Can I sit back in your
lap now? I won't touch your penis."
"I don't think that's a very good idea Katy." he says hurriedly, "Besides,
I'd better get going and tell Geoff's mother he really is still alive.
I'll be over first thing in the morning with the chainsaw, so we can start
clearing the drive and the road."
"Geoff can I see you outside for a minute?" he asks, rising from his chair.
"Sure." I reply.
"Will you give me a kiss goodbye?" Katy asks looking up at him.
"I..."
"Please?" she pleads cutting him off.
"O.K. get it over with." he replies resignedly.
With a squeal of delight she leaps upwards, wrapping her arms around his
neck and forcing him to catch her under her bottom. He immediately lowers
his grip to her bare thighs, and I see him twitch as he touches her warm
skin.
He tries to present his cheek for her kiss, but she will have none of that
and loosens her grip to grasp his ear with one hand and pull his head
around so she can reach his lips. She then delivers a perfectly chaste
kiss and unlocks her legs from around his waist and slides down his body.
Unprepared my uncle doesn't release his grip soon enough and her legs slide
through his hands. They catch in the loose material of her shorts and he
finds himself clutching her bare knickerless bottom.
Once more that hunted look appears in his eyes and he struggles to untangle
himself. Unfortunately her shorts are nearly as old as she is and when his
watch band catches in the cloth, it gives way with a tortured shriek. For
a moment it looks like the waistband might hold, but gives way with a pop
and she finishes her short trip to the floor, a moment later the remains of
her shorts drop to pool about one ankle.
Poor Liam, his hands still clasp Katy, but now he is holding her with his
fingers in her armpits, his thumbs pressing against her nipples. A moment
later she seems to realise her predicament and collapses bonelessly to the
floor, Leaving Liam holding her windcheater in his hands.
Again Lena and I loose it, sliding from the couch to the floor and
collapsing on each other. Out of the corner of my eye I see him look down
to where she lies on her side with her knees drawn up to her chest and he
face hidden from his gaze. Between her legs her suspiciously moist labia
pout beautifully. Gulping he drops the windcheater on top of her naked
body and turns away.
"Come on Geoff." he almost yells, grabbing my arm and jerking me out from
underneath an hysterically giggling Lena. "Let's make ourselves scarce
before anything else happens.
He all but drags me out onto the verandah, then up to the end furthest from
the lounge room window, by the bathroom curtain. "You won't say anything
about that will you?" he asks as Katy's giggles join Lena's and follow us
outside.
"What, that you ripped Katy's pants off, then stripped her totally naked in
front of me and an impressionable thirteen year old girl?" I ask, still
struggling for breath, "What's in it for me?"
"Oh God." he sinks to the floor with is back against the wall and his head
in his hands. "You KNOW that was an accident." he says lifting his eyes
pleadingly towards me, "What do you want?"
"Absolutely Nothing." I reply after letting him stew for a few seconds.
"Blackmail isn't my thing. As for Katy and Lena, I'll make them understand
how much unnecessary trouble they could cause if they opened their mouths."
"Thanks." he replies with evident relief.
"Actually, I don't think you have much to worry about." I say, "It WAS an
accident and Jane and James are more likely to laugh themselves silly, than
come after you with a shotgun."
"You're probably right, but let's not take the risk." he says. "Why oh why
won't that girl wear knickers?"
"She does," I reply, "but only if she intends to go swimming in them."
"I know, if anything that makes it even worse." he says, revealing more
than he probably intended to say about his feelings for young girls.
He looks up at me, "Geoff could you get my torch for me? I don't think I
could face them right now."
The giggling has died down by now and I go to the door and for my uncle's
benefit, I yell, "Are you decent in there?"
"No!" Katy shrieks convincingly.
"Well Lena," I call, "would you bring me my uncle's torch."
She appears in the doorway a moment later, flicking it on and off. The
beam catches Liam still huddling in the corner and he flinches as if the
light were a physical blow. She keeps the light on him, staring as he
seems to shrink further and further into himself. Finally, I snatch the
torch from her and switch it off, indicating with a wave of my hand that
she should disappear.
I return to my uncle with the torch and hold it out to him. For a few
moments he stares at it as if he doesn't recognise it, then reaches out
with a trembling hand to take it. A minute or so later he struggles to his
feet and heads for the stairs.
"Hey, don't forget your boots." I call after him.
"Thanks." he says flicking his torch on and casting about with it. The
bobbing ellipse of light passes over them three times before their presence
actually registers on his mind. Like a zombie he collects them and pulls
them on.
Mumbling, "Goodbye." he stumbles down the stairs and staggers out into the
silvery light of the three quarters full moon. I consider following him,
but decide he might become even more upset if I do. Instead I settle for
watching the bobbing light as he makes his way down to the dam.
When he is just about there, two warm bodies worm their way under my arms
and snuggle up beside me, one of them dressed in nothing but her oversized
windcheater, as I discover when I slide my hand underneath.
The light continues, to weave it's way away from us, washing out the
sparkling reflections of the moon at the foot of the dam as he crosses. A
few moments later it starts to wink in and out of sight as he moves into
the trees. A minute later it disappears all together. We stand there
watching for a while longer and I'm about to send Katy after a lantern when
we hear the noise of an engine starting and headlights gleam faintly
through the trees. Nothing more happens for several minutes, then there is
a grinding of gears and the lights back away and turn from us.
Author: Clayton <clayton@nym.alias.net>
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.
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