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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 18 - SPANK ME. PLEASE.
Up at the house the girls run giggling for Mara's bedroom as I take Ken
into mine and loan him another pair of shorts. We quickly towel off and
dress, Ken recovering his shirt from where he had left it before coming
down to the beach that morning, as we head into the kitchen. Less than a
minute later the girls arrive, Mara in a short little sun-dress and Chloe
in her Brownie uniform, as the dress she wore the night before and her bike
shorts are in Sherry's washer.
Sherry suggests that we return the movie and get some milk while she starts
dinner. Mike is so tired that all he wants to do is sit down in front of
the TV and he complains when I get in his way as I collect the tape.
Outside the front door, Ken and I swing the girls to our shoulders and we
exchange startled glances as we realise that neither of the girls is
wearing any knickers.
"That's five spanks you know." I inform Mara, as we begin walking down to
the shop.
"Yup!" she giggles, "Just not so hard this time. O.K.?"
"You want me to spank you?" I ask incredulously.
"Yep, I like it when you rub it better." She tells me.
I shake my head and turn to look up a Chloe, "And do you want Ken to spank
you too?"
She nods vigorously, saying, "Uh Huh, his spanks don't hurt, they feel
good." then adds quickly, "Unless I've been really bad, then they hurt."
"Oh, was this your idea then?" I ask.
Again she nods, "I wanted us to be naughty and leave our knickers off and
Mara told me she got extra spanks for doing that, so then I really wanted
to do it."
"You're incorrigible." I laugh.
"What's that mean?"
"Very naughty." I say.
She giggles, proudly saying "That's me."
By this time we have reached the shop, we swing the girls down and go
inside to return the movie and buy milk. After a short exchange of
pleasantries with the girl behind the counter we leave. On our way back
the girls run ahead of us, their little white bums flashing at us as the
hems of their skirts flap with their bouncing motions.
I look at Ken and see him licking his lips, "Looks like you can't wait to
give her that spanking." I say.
"And kiss it better." he laughs.
"Of course." I laugh back and take off after the girls. "Let's go"
We catch up with the girls and jog along behind them, appreciating the
brief glimpses we catch of their pert little bottoms. As we reach the
bottom of the drive I swoop on Chloe and sweep her happily squealing body
up and throw her over my shoulder, raining playful little swats on her
wriggling posterior.
Mara, who has stopped to watch us, turns to face Ken wit her hands on her
hips. A moment later she too hangs from his shoulder, feet kicking, as he
gives her the same treatment as her friend.
A minute later we are in the kitchen, still carrying our giggling burdens.
I survey the room, then look to where Sherry has just started frying fish
fillets and ask, "Where's Mike?"
"The poor little bugger was so tired that I gave him a sandwich and put him
to bed." she replies and points to the milk, "Put that away and sit down,
tea will be about five minutes."
Ken and I set the girls on the floor and they immediately go over to stand
beside Sherry with their hands behind their backs and their head penitently
bowed as they twist from side to side.
Sherry looks down at them and asks, "Yes?"
"We been naughty Mummy." Mara whispers, keeping her head down to hide her
smile.
Sherry looks over at where Ken and I sit at the table. "What did they do?"
she asks.
"Why don't you see for yourself." I say, pointing at the girls, who now
have their dresses pulled up to their waists to expose their cute white
bottoms to us and their hairless mounds to Sherry.
"Oh! Well I think five smacks for Chloe and ten for Mara, because she
didn't learn her lesson last time."
"That's not fair!" Chloe pouts, "She gets more than me and it was my
idea."
Sherry's head snaps up and looks at our grinning faces. "It seems Chloe has
a taste for light discipline and she's convinced Mara to give it a try." I
explain.
"Oh." she says and again "OH!" as she presses her hand to her groin, an
excited gleam in her eye. She gives her head a little shake and says, "Go
and sit down. You can get spanked after dinner, if we start now we'll
never eat."
They drop their hems and scurry over to us, for a moment It looks like they
will come to blows over Ken's lap, but Chloe gives way and happily trots
around to me, climbing into my lap. I wrap my arms around her waist and
she gives a contented sigh as I kiss the top of her head and drop my hand
to caress her slim brown thigh. A couple of minutes later Sherry brings
our meals over, mackerel fillets and salad and the girls slide over to take
their own seats.
After dinner Ken and I make Sherry sit down with a cup of tea while the
four of us do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Five minutes later we
sit down with our own drinks, the girls back in our laps. They gulp their
drinks and bounce impatiently on our knees as we slowly sip ours, drawing
out their wait as long as possible.
Finally Chloe grabs my wrist and gulps the last mouthful of tea in my mug.
I look over her head at Sherry, commenting with a laugh, "I've never seen
any body so impatient to get their hide tanned. Do you think it might be a
better idea to punish them by not doing it?"
"Noooo!" Chloe wails, echoed by Mara, "We've been inc-incory.." Chloe looks
up at me helplessly.
"Incorrigible." I supply laughing.
"Yeah that, I'm incoryjbubble." She says. "You've GOT to spank me."
I look at Sherry and shrug, "What can I do?" I ask her.
"Spank her I guess." she laughs.
"O.K. I say, standing up and tumbling her from my lap. I move my chair
back, and motion Ken to bring his chair over next to mine. We sit down and
I crook my finger at the girls, putting on a stern mien, I growl, "You've
been bad haven't you?"
Chloe hangs back and examines her toes as she nods penitently while Mara
moves to stand beside her.
"What did you do?" I continue, turning the whole thing into a little play
for Sherry's benefit.
"D'n't 'r 'ny 'kers" she mumbles.
"What?" I say sternly, "I can't hear you. Both of you tell me."
"Didn't wear any knickers." They repeat together, loud enough for us all to
hear.
"Show me!" I snap.
They are really getting into this little performance and both of them lift
their hems with trembling hands to expose the naked, hairless lips of their
pussies. Chloe only holds her dress above her waist for a few seconds
before letting it drop back down to conceal her privates.
"Did I say you could cover up?" I say ominously, "Five more for
disobedience."
With a yelp, Chloe snatches at the hem of her tunic, lifting it until it
covers her mouth and nose, her eyes catch mine momentarily and thank me for
evening the score, but I ignore it, and let my gaze trail downwards, past
the bottom of her yellow T-shirt. Her knees tremble with what might be
fear, but my eyes follow the line of her quivering thighs to their
junction. There I see shimmering droplets of moisture clinging to her
puffy labia and my rock hard cock twitches. As I watch, a shining jewel
detaches itself and falls to the floor with a barely audible plop.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sherry twitch at the tiny sound, and I
hear her moan with suppressed excitement. She lifts her skirt and pulls her
knickers down to mid-thigh with one hand as the other cups and kneads her
dripping cunt.
"Look at me!" I snap, "Five more each!" and the girls heads snap back
towards me, aborting their move to follow my gaze.
I'm enjoying this immensely and stare at their immature cunnies to prolong
the experience as much as possible. As I watch, the first beads of
moisture appear on Mara's plump pudenda, while from Chloe's, there flows a
steady stream of dewy beads, most run in little rivulets down her quivering
thighs, but the occasional perfect, rainbow spherule falls to splash in the
growing puddle between her feet.
Suddenly a series of tiny ripples pass over her belly and from her parted
lips comes breathily, "Oh, oh, oh, oh." I can't believe it, just from
speaking and looking at her I have aroused her to climax. A tiny one
admittedly, but she has experienced an orgasm without being touched.
To one side and slightly behind the girls, Sherry is biting her lip and
both her hands maul her obscenely squelching cunt. Mara's eyes are wide
with surprise and strain to look to the side while she keeps her head
rigidly facing forwards. Beside me Ken's head turns back and forth between
me and his spasming sister, his expression unreadable.
I give Chloe a few moments to recover before I sternly order them, "Now
come here you incorrigible children, and get the spanking you deserve."
"No, No!" Chloe wails, letting her hem drop, then snatching it up again
before it can fall far. "I promise I'll be good, I'll never do it again.
Please don't spank me."
"I'm sorry," I say, "but you've been very naughty and must be punished.
Now come here."
They approach, feigned reluctance in each of Chloe's five jerking steps and
Ken has to pull Mara to him as she moves to stand in front of me, seemingly
forgetting his existence. He takes the hem of her frock and strips it from
her, leaving her wearing nothing but her sandals. He pulls her naked body
across his knees, positioning her so that her bare mound contacts his right
knee, holding her in position with his left hand on her hip and it dawns on
me, as to why Chloe enjoys her spankings.
Leaving her uniform on, I position her in the same fashion, facing towards
her friend. They link hands and look into each other's eyes as I raise my
hand and lock my gaze with Ken's, waiting for him to do the same.
Together our hands descend, our blows landing so close together that the
ringing slaps sound like an echo. "One!" I say and lift my hand, holding it
upraised for a slow count of three before bringing it down again on the
creamy white bottom before me. "Two!" Again I pull my hand back and
silently count an interminable three seconds before allowing it to fall
with a resounding crack. "Three!"
Twelve more times our hands fall, the creamy globes before us rapidly
turning pink under the stinging impact of our palms. Each ringing blow
sending a shockwave through their bodies to the engorged bundles of nerves
crushed against our kneecaps.
I count off the last blow, "Fifteen." and let my hand rest upon the hot
skin of Chloe's reddened buttocks.
"Nooo!" she wails, grinding her pelvis desperately. "Don't stop, It's
nearly happening. Just a few more." she begs me.
Opposite her, Mara too, begs of Ken, "Please? Don't stop now."
Chloe sounds so desperate that I decide to change things and pull her hip
towards me, so that she lies backwards across my thighs, her swollen,
bedewed mound thrust prominently upwards. I rain rapid light blows, little
more than feather touches, on her puffy labia and the inflamed little bud
standing stiffly between them, her breath catching as the first lands. She
stuffs her fist in her mouth and tucks her feet behind the rail under the
chair as she strains upwards seeking to expose more of her vulva to my
hand.
Suddenly she cums hard, and I cease spanking her pussy to thrust two
fingers into the hot vice like grip of her spasming vagina. Crushing her
clit under my thumb as I curl my fingers, dragging the tips over her G-
spot. Her body arches higher, straining until the back of her neck presses
into my thigh and only my hand on her mound prevents the corded muscles of
her legs catapulting her across the room.
As Chloe's spasms die, muffled squeaks from Mara catch my attention and I
look to see her draped backwards over Ken's legs, his fingers buried to the
hilt in her pussy. She too holds her fist between her teeth to smother her
ecstatic cries.
Chloe squirms weakly in my lap and I help her to disentangle herself from
the chair, lifting her to straddle my lap as I hug her. Over her shoulder
I see Sherry thrashing on the floor, her lip between her teeth as she pumps
her clenched fist in and out of her convulsing twat, the shredded remains
of her knickers twisted about her left ankle. Chloe twists in my arms,
turning to see what I'm looking at. "Oh wow!" she breaths, her fingers
digging into my biceps.
As we watch, Mara crosses in front of us and seizes her mother's wrist in
both hands. With a wrench she pulls Sherry's hand free and holds it back
while her mother recovers, her spastic spasms subsiding to occasional
twitches.
Finally her eyes open and she looks at Mara, "Thanks honey, I always need
help when that happens." she then looks at Ken and I, "Now what about the
boys? They probably need to cum too."
As Mara hurries back to Ken, Chloe slips from my lap and turns to face me.
I raise my hips for her as she tugs on my Stubbies, reaching inside to free
my cock when it catches in the waistband. A second later, she pulls them
past my feet as I strip off my shirt and pushes my knees apart as she leans
over and wraps both tiny hands around the base of my shaft while sliding
her soft warm lips over my swollen purple knob.
Beside me Mara has Ken's shorts around his ankles and is rapidly bobbing
her head up and down on his distended cock, jacking him off with her hands
and hungry mouth. Every few seconds she pulls free and rubs his bloated
glans over her cheeks before forcing it back between her wet lips.
Chloe holds the end of my cock in her mouth gently sucking as she watches
her friend's frenzied attack on her brother's prick for a few moments, then
emulates her. Fucking her face on the top half of my cock and trying to
force more of me into her mouth. Unfortunately the angles are wrong and
try as she might no more than two thirds of my rock hard member will fit in
her mouth.
"Wait a minute." I tell her and push her face from my groin as I stand up
and lift her into my arms. As I move towards the table, I hear Ken
groaning behind me and I turn back to watch them. Loud gulps come from
Mara as she swallows, her throat working franticly to keep up with his cum.
Then with a final slurp she runs her fingers up his shaft, stripping the
last of his semen from the urethra.
I then turn back to the table and lay Chloe on it with her head hanging
over the edge. I lift her hands to my hips then use one hand to press my
cock down to her lips, curling the other behind her neck to support her
head and cushion it from the edge of the table as I push my hips forwards,
sliding my steely shaft into her mouth and down her throat.
Beginning with slow steady strokes I fuck her throat, but my release will
not be denied and it is only a few seconds before my pace picks up and I'm
rapidly pistoning my tumescent staff between her lips, my tightening balls
bouncing off her nose with each thrust. Less than a minute passes before
my balls churn and I pull back, wrapping my hand around my angry red prick.
As I stroke my fist rapidly up and down, my jism making it's burning course
through my prick to pulse in powerful jets into Chloe's waiting mouth.
Then as she closes her mouth, I spray the remainder of my cum over her
pixie face. As I strip the last dribbles from my aching prick to fall in a
long white string onto Chloe's lips and cheek, Sherry pushes me aside and
her tongue, flicks out to lap up each globule and gooey string of my seed.
Chloe only allows Sherry a few moments to clean her face before pushing her
back and rising to sit on the edge of the table. Turning her face towards
me she tilts her head back and opens her mouth, her wriggling, semen coated
tongue rising obscenely from a viscous white pool. Before she can close
her mouth and swallow, I bump Sherry aside with my hip and Press my lips to
Chloe's, extending my tongue to swirl around hers, tasting myself.
Sliding my hand under her tiny bottom, I lift her and hug her to my chest,
her lively little tongue pushing my semen from her mouth to mine. Back
and forth we pass my cum, mingling it with our saliva, stirring the gluey
glob filling our mouths with eagerly wrestling tongues, finally dividing it
between us and pulling apart to look into each other's eyes as we swallow.
"Cool!" Mara's voice startles us and I turn to look at her. "I want to do
that. Do you think Daddy will do that with me?" she asks her mother.
"Honey, if Daddy will do anything at all with you, he will do anything that
you want. And I know that he loves to share his sperm."
"Oh goody!" Mara cries. "I can't wait until he gets back."
"But for now young lady, I think it's time for you to have a shower and go
to bed." Sherry informs her daughter.
"Oh Mummy, do I have to?" Mara pouts, fisting Ken's unresponsive cock. "I
want to have more fun."
"Yes you do." Sherry says, "I want to get an early start tomorrow and we
didn't get much sleep last night because of you two, so I'm going to bed
too."
"Well, I guess we better be going then!" Ken says. "Can I use your
bathroom for a minute?" he asks, indicating his sticky groin.
"Sure go ahead," Sherry replies, "take Chloe and wash her face too."
"Meanie!" Mara accuses her mother as Ken pries her fingers from his cock
and comes over to take Chloe from my arms. "Can I sleep with Geoff
tonight?"
"That's me." Sherry admits, "And I'm going to be a bigger meanie, I want
Geoff to sleep with me tonight."
"Um," I say, "is that a good idea, what if Mike finds us together? He's
not going to think anything of Mara and I, but you and me's a different
story."
"O.K., you can have him." Sherry acquiesces, "Even though I think that
Geoff just likes little girls better."
"That to." I admit cheerfully, "But you're not bad for an old lady," I
dodge the blow she aims at me and finish, "who looks like a twelve year
old."
"Ooooh! I'll get you for that crack." she promises.
"You try and I'll turn you over my knee." I return.
"Promises, Promises." she laughs, "If I wasn't so shagged I'd take you up
on that offer."
I'm about to answer her when Chloe and Ken come back into the room to say
goodbye. Chloe trots over to me, her dark hair damp from having the cum
sponged out of it and neatly brushed back into a ponytail. To look at her,
standing there in her slightly rumpled uniform, her freshly scrubbed,
little face turned up for a kiss, it is impossible believe that she is
anything but the innocent little girl, she appears to be.
But as I crouch before her and my lips touch hers all illusions of
innocence are dispelled as her arms snake around my neck, her agile little
tongue thrusting between my lips to tussle with mine. I slide my hands up
her slim brown legs, gently running my fingertips over the soft, flawless
skin from her knees to her hips. She moans into my mouth and her hips
twitch as my thumbs brush over the sweet tender flesh of her labia.
"Nooo." she moans softly as I take my hands from beneath her skirt and
gently pull her arms from about my neck.
"It's time for you to go baby." I say, "I'll see you again."
"I don't want to go." she whispers, "I love you."
"And I love you too." I whisper back, "But think of all the new things you
and your big brother can practice when you get home."
Her face brightens, "Yeah! Hey Ken, hur.. Oh!"
I look around to Ken and see him sitting on the floor with Mara sitting on
his shoulders, her legs locked behind his head as he gobbles her pussy.
Sherry stands behind her, "Ahem," she says and taps her daughter on the
shoulder, "My turn I think. Move."
"Make me!" Mara challenges.
"Easy." I say, gently setting Chloe on her feet as I move over towards
Mara. I take her head in my hands and move my head towards as though to
kiss her, she eyes me suspiciously but allows her lips to part, then at the
last moment I turn her head and drive my tongue into her ear. "Eeeek!" she
squeaks, her legs flying out straight and she slides from Ken's shoulders
to be caught by her mother.
"On your feet soldier." Sherry orders Ken as she lowers Mara to the floor.
He scrambles to his feet and Sherry takes his head in her hands, pulling it
down to trace her tongue across his lips. "Mmmm, she does taste nice.
Doesn't she?"
Not waiting for and answer, she crushes his lips to hers, slipping one hand
behind his head as the other trails down his back to squeeze his arse. At
the same time his hands slip under her dress and knead her creamy white
buttocks.
A few seconds later Sherry pulls back and says, "Enough, any more of that
and you'll never get home."
With a grin he replies, "I know."
"Well, stop it!"
Ken releases her and turns to me, looking at me strangely, "Oh fuck it!" he
mutters, seeming to reach a decision. With that he throws his arms around
me and gives me a crushing hug, which I return after a moments hesitation.
As he relaxes his hold he steps back and claps his hands to my shoulders,
"Thanks mate, you've taught me a lot of things today."
"And your sister's going to want to try out every single one of them when
you get home." I inform him, grinning.
He looks down at her, roguishly grinning face, "Oh God!" he says, turning a
mock look of consternation on Sherry, "Can I dump her at home and come back
to sleep here?"
"No way!" his sister cries and grabs his crotch, "This is mine. Now let's
go." She starts dragging him to the door by the waistband of his shorts.
Suddenly she stops short, "My pictures!"
"What pictures are these?" he asks.
"These." Sherry takes the bundle of polaroids down from the top of the
fridge and hands them to Ken.
"Wow!" he looks to Sherry, "Did you do this?"
"No Geoff did, not bad huh?"
"Not bad?" he says incredulously, "They're great. I want to see this in
the flesh."
"Well they want to wear these for Mara's party on Wednesday, so I guess you
will"
"Like that?" he point to their bare chests in the photo.
"With a couple of modifications." Sherry replies, "Now wait here a sec,
I've got something for Chloe." She goes into her bedroom, returning a
moment later with the little box with the Japanese markings and going over
to the sink, we here a few clinks as Sherry washes something.
Sherry comes over to us and takes Chloe's hand dropping something into it.
Chloe looks down at the two inch an a quarter diameter ceramic balls, "What
are these for?" she asks, puzzled.
"They're Ben Wah balls." Sherry explains, "You put them in your pussy and
they make you feel good as you walk around."
Chloe takes one and pops it into her mouth to lubricate it before lifting
the front of her tunic, and thrusting her hips forwards. With her tongue
poking out of the corner of her mouth she pushes the ball against the
entrance of her vagina, squealing as it slips easily inside.
"Hey, can I put in the next one?" I ask her.
Nodding, she holds out her hand to me. I take the ball and slip it into my
mouth, then lift Chloe and lay her on the table. I then take hold of her
legs about the knees and separate her thighs as I lean forwards and push
the second ball into her pussy with my lips and tongue.
"Knickers first," Sherry says, as Chloe starts to wriggle off the table,
"or they might fall out."
Ken opens her bag, finds a pair of knickers and hands them to me. I slip
them on over her ankles and pull them up, taking her ankles in one hand and
lifting her like a baby to get them over her bottom. I run my finger
around the waist band and the leg openings (to get them seated properly)
and release the elastic with a final snap on her bum as I lower her back to
the table and lift her to the floor.
She takes a few experimental steps, her brow knotted in intense
concentration. Turning to face us from the doorway she exclaims, "Wow!
they feel really, really good, thank you." a radiant smile on her face.
"Now there's two things you've got to remember:" Sherry instructs her,
"Always wash them with soap and hot water before and after you use them and
don't dry them before you put them in your pussy, that just puts more germs
back on them; and If they ever get chipped, throw them away or you could
cut your vagina."
Chloe starts to run to Sherry, abruptly slowing to a walk, "And thank you
again." she says and turns her face up for a kiss.
Sherry leans down and gives her a soft kiss then playfully swats her
bottom, "Now git." she says, "And don't forget these." she hands Chloe the
box and her photographs.
Mara and I hang back as Sherry escorts them to the door, then as soon as
the door closes, she grabs my cock and tows me towards the bathroom. "Come
on," she says, "you can have a shower with me."
As I start the shower running Mara decides she needs to poo and runs from
the room as I get under the water. A couple of minutes later she returns
and gets under the falling water with me. Two in a shower does not do much
for water conservation, but it is good, squirmy fun.
I've already washed my hair by the time Mara joins me so I quickly do hers
and then it's time for the squirm. Using some body wash of Sherry's, I
lather up her entire body, making sure that my soapy fingers find and clean
every nook and cranny. Then I carefully ensure that all of her orifices
are squeaky clean, pushing my fingers in as deep as possible (just to make
sure).
Once the spasms in her quivering body cease, she does the same service for
me, covering me with a rich layer of suds, being very attentive of my cock
and balls. She stops just before I cum and turns me around so she can do
my arsehole. She slips a finger inside and wriggles it around before
quickly adding a second and then a third. 'No she can't be.' I think to
myself but when she forces a forth finger in with the others, I know that
she is.
I concentrate on making my sphincter relax as she twists her hand to open
me up further, adding her thumb as I loosen up. I push back against her
biting my lip as the widest part of her hand stretches me painfully. A
second later I sigh in relief, as my ring closes on her wrist, all of her
small hand within my bowels.
She crawls between my legs and tells me to kneel down. As I do so, she
drops to a sitting position under me and takes my cock in her mouth.
Sucking hungrily on my knob she curls her fingers into a fist and pistons
it within my arse.
With the sensations of her ravenous mouth on my glans and her knuckles over
my prostrate it is only a matter of seconds before I empty my balls onto
her tongue, jet after scalding jet, scorching it's way through my pulsing
shaft, into her waiting mouth.
When my cock stops twitching she releases it, and grins up at me, "Was that
good?"
"Yeah!" I reply weakly, "That was good. Now get your hand out of my bum, I
think I need to poo now."
"Eew yuck!" she says as she pulls her hand from my butt, and again, "Eew
yuck!" as she looks at her shit coated hand. She thrusts it under the
spray from the shower head, scrubbing it with the Solvol.
"Well what did you expect to find up there?" I laugh as I bolt through the
door, making it into the toilet just in time. A minute later I return to
the shower and finish washing.
As we stand at the sink brushing our teeth, Sherry sticks her head through
the door. "What's all this water on the floor?" she asks, "And why is the
toilet seat wet?"
"Ah, that's Mara's fault." I say, through a mouth full of foam.
"Why hers? they're your footprints."
"Well it might have something to do with her having her fist up my arse," I
say, "but I could be wrong."
"Her what?" she exclaims.
"My fist." Mara grins up at her, looking rabid, "I got it in all the way up
to here." she proudly indicates a point two inches below her elbow with
the handle of her toothbrush.
"I heard what he said, I just don't believe it."
"You can believe it." I tell her, "I have had things up there before,
though this was the biggest." I chuckle, "You should have seen the look on
Mara's face after she pulled her hand out."
"I can imagine." Sherry laughs, "Usually it's a good idea to start those
sort of games with an enema." she advises her daughter, "It makes thing a
whole lot less messy."
"I'll remember that." Mara says, then screws up her face, "What's an
enema?"
"Like when I fill up your bottom with the hot water bottle." Sherry
explains. "Now hurry up and get ready for bed." she orders and leaves the
room.
We quickly finish our teeth and dry off. I wrap a towel around my waist,
and lift Mara, who has hers over her shoulders, to my hip.
As I leave the bathroom, Mara directs me to her room for her book. On the
way through his room I check on Mike, he is fast asleep, the bed clothes
twisted around his body, which occupies an inordinate amount of space as he
lies, face down, in the dead center of the bed, his arms and legs thrown
wide. I set Mara down and straighten his bed, he doesn't even stir as I
lift his shoulders and slide him up onto his pillow then pull the sheet and
thin blanket up to his shoulders.
"You shouldn't have bothered," Mara informs me, "watch."
As we stand there, Mike slowly works his way down to the middle of the bed
and two minutes later it is as though I'd never done anything. So with a
shrug of defeat, I pick Mara up and we go get her book from her room.
On the way back past the bathroom, I hear the water running and stick my
head in, "I'm going to bed too." I tell her, "Are you going to come and
tuck us in?"
Dimly through the steam I see Sherry's head, "Yeah, O.K. I'll see you guys
in a minute."
I close the door and finish the trip to my room, snagging my shorts, shirt
and Mara's dress from the floor on the way. Kicking the door shut behind
me, I throw Mara onto the bed, and drop the clothes on the chair. Mara
lays her towel over the pillows to protect them from our wet hair, then
jumps from the bed to get my T-shirt from the chair. She lifts it to her
nose and inhales deeply, "Mmmmm, you smell nice." she says, rubbing the
shirt all over her face. She then pulls it on over her head as I find a
clean pair of jocks and put them on before slipping into bed.
Mara picks up her book and follows me. Snuggling up to my side she hands
me the book and wriggles herself into a comfortable position, her head on
my chest and her leg cocked over my belly with her bare pussy pressed into
my hip.
About five minutes after I begin reading, Sherry comes into the room,
wearing a gossamer wisp of nothing intended to be a nightgown and holding
two cups of tea. She sets these down on the table beside the bed before
getting into bed and handing my drink of them to me. For the next ten
minutes or so, as we sip our drinks, all three of us cuddle up together,
just enjoying each other's company while Sherry and I take turns reading
the book to Mara until she falls asleep.
Sherry leans over her sleeping daughter to kiss me goodnight, then stoops
to press her lips to Mara's forehead before slipping out of the bed. At
the door she turns and asks me if I would like the light turned out. I nod
and the only light is that from Sherry's room, a minute later that too, is
gone.
I wriggle down in the bed until my head rests on the pillow and roll over
onto my side, rearranging Mara so that my chin rests on the top of her head
and my semi-rigid cock lies along the crease in her little bottom. She
gives a contented little sigh and a wriggle, pushing back into me as I kiss
the top of her head.
Chapter 19 - SHOPPING FOR MARA.
I wake up about six thirty the next morning, still cuddled up to Mara's
back, but now my cock is fully erect, the bloated tip peeking out above the
waistband of my jocks. Reaching down between us I lift my balls over the
waistband and push my cock between her thighs so that the tip pokes out in
front of her, the shaft resting against her tightly closed pussy lips.
Almost of their own accord, my hips begin rocking back and forth, applying
mild stimulation to her plump little pussy. I slip my hand under her shirt
and gently caress the smooth skin of her belly, moving it in slow circles
that gradually widen to brush over her tiny nipples.
As I feel the first droplets of moisture along the top of my shaft, Mara
moans in her sleep and her hips move with mine. A minute later she wakes,
"Mmmm," she says sleepily, wriggling her bottom against my groin, "that's
nice."
"Good morning Princess." I say, kissing the top of her head.
"'mornin' Daddy." she mumbles, still only half awake, then apologetically,
"I mean Geoff." as she realises who she's with.
"It's O.K. I like it when you call me 'Daddy' even if it's only make
believe."
"I like it too," she replies, wriggling her bum again, "Daddy."
"My little princess." I murmur into her hair.
Her warm little hand slips down to pull up against the underside of my
glans, forcing my shaft between her soft little pussy lips and against her
hardening clitoris. "Pretend fuck me Daddy?" she pleads, rocking her hips
against mine.
The gentle rubbing of her clit on my shaft, stimulates an increased flow of
lubricants from her little vagina and as they coat my rod, my cock begins
to slide between her thighs, smearing the slippery juices further afield
until I am able to make full length strokes against the warm soft folds of
her baby pussy.
"Oh Daddy, that feels so nice." she murmurs. "Make it feel good for me
please Daddy?"
"Oh yes Princess," I murmur back, "Daddy's going to fuck his little girl
and make her feel so good. He's going to make her bald little pussy feel
all tingly inside."
"Yes Daddy, make my bald little cunny explode. Play with my titties please
Daddy?"
"O.K. Honey, Daddy's going to tickle his baby's pink little titties, so
they're all stiff and hard, then he's going to squeeze them and pinch them
to make her tiny little cunny feel even better. As I speak, I suit my
actions to my words, running my fingers from one crinkled little nubbin to
the other, gently pinching and pulling at the tiny little erections on her
chest.
"Oh yes Daddy," her voice begins to rise, "it's going to happen Daddy."
"Sh, Honey," I caution her, "not so loud, we don't want Mummy to hear."
She heeds my warning and stuffs a corner of the pillow into her mouth,
muffling her cries. I can no longer understand what she is saying but
there is no need. As her climax washes over her I know she is repeating
"Oh Daddy!" over and over again.
"That's it Princess," I encourage her, cuddling her shuddering body, "cum
for Daddy. Cum all over Daddy's big stiff cock. Make Daddy's big fat cock
squirt it's creamy sperm for his little girl."
As her tiny frame ceases to shake, I feel that familiar churning in my
balls. "Oh yes Princess, Daddy's going to cum soon. Do you want to drink
my creamy sperm honey?"
"Squirt it in my bald little cunny Daddy, I want to feel it all warm and
squelchy inside my tiny pussy hole."
"Oh yesss honey!" I cry softly, pulling away as I roll her onto her back
and rise to loom over her. She spreads her legs wide, and arches her back
thrusting her plump, glistening mound upwards. I take my swollen shaft in
my fist and fit the tip against the tiny hole between her puffy lips.
"Yes Daddy!" She breaths, "Do it, squirt your creamy hot sperm inside my
little pussy."
My fist is a blur on my cock as I groan, "Oh Princess, here it comes!
Daddy's squirting the creamy white stuff that makes babies in his little
girl's hot little pussy. Oh yesssss! Daddy's going to make a baby in his
baby girl's little tummy."
Like molten metal, my boiling semen burns it's way from my balls through my
rock hard shaft, searing the ultra-sensitive nerves of my angry cock.
Shooting in great pulsing jets to fill her immature little vagina. As the
last of my cum dribbles into her tiny hole, my arm buckles and I'm barely
able to push myself to one side before collapsing to the bed.
Beside me Mara's straining body falls to the sheets and her hand slips
between her thighs to play with the tiny white trickle that runs from her
vagina, the only evidence of the huge load I shot into her baby pussy.
"Oh God," Sherry's excited voice comes from the door, "I can't wait to see
that happen for real."
Startled I roll over and look at her, as Mara asks, "How long have you been
there Mummy? Will I really have a baby?"
"Since you woke up and called him Daddy." Sherry replies, "You were having
such a good time, I didn't want to disturb you. And no you're not going to
have a baby, you're too little. But it sure made me even hornier thinking
about it. I hope you've got some cum left in those balls for me."
"Are you kidding," I mock groan, "I don't think I've got any left for next
week."
A moment later it becomes academic, as Mike's voice rings out, "Mummy!"
"Damn!, He's awake." Sherry mutters. "You two get decent while I go and
get him up." She tells us as she leaves.
"You better get some knickers or you're going to leave puddles everywhere
you sit." I tell Mara, "I'll meet you in the kitchen and we'll start
breakfast."
"O.K." she giggles slipping from the bed and trotting after her mother. I
slip on a pair of fatigues, and go to empty my bladder. Just as I'm
closing the door Mara pushes into the toilet with me.
"Hey! What if Mike sees us in here together?" I object.
"He won't Mummy's taking a shower with him." she says, a moment later the
sound of the water confirms her statement.
"O.K. then, Who's first?"
"Me." She replies, stripping naked and sitting at the back of the seat.
"Hold my pussy lips." She orders me.
I kneel before her and pry her labia apart with my thumbs, looking into her
pussy as she cuts loose with a strong, dark golden stream that whips up a
good froth as it roils the water. She finishes with a few short spurts.
When she is done, I lift her and drag my tongue along her crack, collecting
a small globule of cum that has started to seep from her tight pussy, then
tasting the strong, acrid flavour of her morning pee.
Once I am sure her cunny is clean I set her down and flick the seat up as I
stand before the bowl. Mara opens my fly and takes my cock in her hand
aiming it at the bowl, squealing with delight as she feels the powerful
stream moving through my shaft. With a giggle she starts waggling my cock
from side to side, then as my piss goes on and on she falls silent, her
eyes widening in surprise. Finally the flow subsides and she starts to
move her head towards the end of my cock.
"Uh, Mara," I warn, "morning piss is pretty strong, you might just want to
shake it instead."
She ignores my warning and I feel her lips close around the base of my soft
cock. Her cheeks hollow and she sucks hard as she pulls back, stripping
the bitter fluid from my member. The thought of what she is doing, gives
me an instant hardon, the blood following her lips down my rod, so that
when her lips pull free of my knob, the rigid shaft slaps up against my
belly.
Mara looks up at me with a grimace, "You're right, it is strong, but it
makes me feel so naughty, I don't care." She slaps my cock, none to gently,
"And this makes it worth it too."
"Yeah! And what are you going to do with it, we're making breakfast." I
say, as I wrestle it into my fatigues and button up.
She pouts as I help her into her knickers and slip her shirt back on. I
then open the door and chase her into the kitchen. We wash our hands at
the sink and I get the porridge going on the stove as Mara sets the table.
Just as the porridge is ready, Sherry and Mike emerge from the bathroom.
Sherry has only a towel wrapped around herself, while Mike is fully dressed
and runs for the table, demanding that he be fed first. Eschewing dignity,
Sherry takes her place at the table as she is, pouring the juice, as I dish
out the porridge. I then take my place at the table, adding sugar and
butter to my breakfast before tucking in.
As we finish, Sherry speaks up, "Mara, you can shower with Geoff, it's
getting on and I want to be out of here by seven thirty."
"But Mummy," she objects for Mike's benefit, "he'll see my privates."
"So," her mother counters, "he's seen them at the shower down on the beach,
hasn't he?"
"Oh yeah."
"Mummy," Mike interrupts, "where are we going?"
"Shopping," Sherry replies, "we're getting some clothes and food and
things?" she says trying to make it sound as unappetising as possible.
It works, "Do I have to go, can't I stay here with Brendan."
"His mum might not want you, after all, she's had you for two days
already."
"She will", he replies to his mother's feigned objection.
"Well you better go see." Sherry tells him, then, "What are you two still
doing here? Git!"
We 'git', hurrying into the bathroom, where, giggling, we help each other
undress, the sticky gusset of her undies adhering to her pussy for a moment
as I remove them. After a couple of minutes under the warm spray, Mara
says, "I need to pee again. Can I do it on your face again?"
"Sure." I say, "But I've got an idea do you want to pretend to be a
drinking tap?"
"How do I do that?" she asks.
"Lie down on your back and push your bum right up in the air, so you can
squirt it straight up."
"That's naughty." She giggles, even as she gets into position.
Just then Sherry sticks her head through the door, "Hurry up you two."
"Come here Mummy." Mara calls, then as her mother pulls back the curtain,
"Look I'm drinking tap."
"Hold it!" Sherry orders, as she pulls the towel from her body and enters
the shower. "Mummy's thirsty too."
She sits on her heels, with her knees either side of Mara's shoulder. "O.K.
go."
Mara sends a fountain of pale urine about a foot into the air to splash
back onto her clitoris and run in little rivulets over her belly and tiny
crinkled titties. A small pool forms in the hollow of her throat, then
overflows to trickle either side of her neck. I quickly move my face into
the stream, taking a couple of quick gulps of the slightly bitter fluid,
before Sherry nudges me aside and avidly swallows her daughter's pee. As
the stream begins to slacken I push back in, following the weakening
fountain until my lips press against her chubby labia and I take the last
of her pee directly into my mouth, holding it there so I can pass it to
Sherry in a kiss.
Then as I pull back, Sherry looks down at her daughters face, framed
between her thighs, "Mummy needs to piss now, can I do it in your face?"
Mara's eyes light up at the thought, "Yes Mummy." She says and orders,
"Lick my pussy at the same time Geoff."
I lower my face to Mara's pretty hairless pussy, dragging my tongue from
her arsehole to her clit. I look over the prominent bulge of her mons to
where Sherry has risen, standing with her lightly stubbled pussy directly
above her daughter's face. She holds back a few seconds as my lips and
tongue work their magic on Mara's hot little pussy, then a hot pulse of
liquid hits my cheek, some of the salty fluid covering Mara's pussy for me
to taste.
Sherry waggles her hips back and forth, spraying the warm stream all over
the front of her daughter's body and face, pale golden droplets bouncing
from the delicate skin of Mara's eyelids, and splashing into her wide open
mouth. As the steaming flow slows, Sherry steadies her aim, sending the
remainder of her almost colourless piss into her daughter's thirstily
gulping mouth.
Mara surprises me as suddenly her thighs clamp tightly on my ears, forcing
her plump mound even harder against my mouth, gurgles of delight bubbling
from her lips as she cums hard. Her contracting vagina squeezing a small
gob of my cum into my mouth.
Then as her climax subsides she pulls her legs away from me and rolls onto
her hands and knees, snorting hard through her nose. Finally raises her
head and looks up at our concerned faces ruefully, "That was fun, but then
I blew pee out my nose. Yuck!"
"Well it looks like we're going to be late." Sherry says, fisting my
tumescent member. "Do you want a nice drink to take the nasty taste out of
your mouth?" she asks her daughter.
"Can I suck him, and get him to squirt it in my pussy?" Mara asks. "It
feels so nice and naughty when it squishes in my knickers."
"You can do anything you want Honey." Sherry says to her daughter, "But
let's make up some time, you can suck him while he shaves."
"O.K." Mara chirps dragging me from under the shower to the sink, then
pulling my face down so she can smear the foam over my jowls. As I go to
work on my face with the razor, Mara squeezes between me and the vanity,
only having to dip her head a few inches to take my cock into her warm
little mouth. Swirling her tongue agilely about the tip as her tiny
fingers slide the skin of my shaft back and forth.
Because of the activity in the shower it only takes a minute or so for my
cum to boil from my balls and before I can tell her to stop, I send a
pearly jet of semen onto her eager tongue. Quickly I reach down and clamp
my urethra shut with my fingers and Sherry hurries to lift Mara to sit on
the edge of the vanity, supporting her as I fit the end of my aching prick
up against the tiny opening between her legs. When I release my fingers
the remainder of my cum, flows in a steady stream, filling her baby vagina
to overflowing.
Mara hops down and pulls her knickers on, settling them with a snap on her
still damp skin and giggling at the sensation of my gooey cream in her
crotch. She bends over to survey the growing dark patch between her legs
and uses a finger to scoop up a small dribble of my sperm from one thigh.
She then brings that finger up before her face and extends her tongue to
delicately lick her finger clean.
While she and Sherry towel each other dry, I finish scraping the stubble
from my face, ruefully commenting, "It's a good thing this is a safety
razor, if it had been a cut throat, I think I would have."
Sherry surveys the half a dozen nicks on my face and giggles. Then the
cruel woman hands Mara the aftershave, "Here put this on for him, it'll
stop the bleeding."
Mara too, displays a cruel streak, pouring an excessive quantity of
aftershave into the palm of her hand. She grins wickedly as she rubs her
hands together and slaps them onto my cheeks, laughing outright, at my
pained expression.
After I've dried off and put my pants on, Mara follows me into my room to
get her dress while I find a shirt and put on some shoes. When I'm ready I
look up to see Mara sitting on the edge of the bed, idly swinging her legs
and holding her sandals. "Put these on for me Please?" She asks.
I take the sandals and kneel in front of her. She lifts her foot for me,
much higher than necessary and the hem of her dress falls into her lap,
exposing the soaking wet crotch of her knickers to me. I extend a finger
and she presses her fingers into her stomach as she follows it with her
eyes as I slowly move it into contact with the sticky cotton between her
legs. Deliberately I drag my finger along the length of her slit, forcing
the fabric of her undies between her labia, outlining her pussy so
effectively that her knickers are basically superfluous.
Quickly I slip her sandals on and lift her to her feet, collecting my
wallet on the way out of the door. We find Sherry in her room, putting the
finishing touches to her hair. Mara lifts her hem to her waist, saying,
"Look Mummy. Isn't this naughty?"
Sherry looks at her daughter's prominently defined cunny, lustfully licking
her lips and replies, "Very naughty. I think it needs to be spanked at
least ten times." Hurriedly adding, "After we get back." as Mara starts to
strip her dress off. Here do your hair." She holds out the hairbrush to
me. With a few swift strokes I ouch Mara's hair then kneel while she does
mine.
"O.K. let's go." Sherry sweeps up her handbag and leads us from the room
and out the door to the car. Mara of course insists that I get in the back
with her. From a pocket in the back of the front seat, Mara produces a
pocket battleship game and settles in the corner, twisted sideways in her
seatbelt with one leg pulled up on the seat. We set up our fleets and
thinking that I should handicap myself for such a young opponent, I give
her a four torpedo head start.
When it is my turn, two red pegs already decorate my board, one in a
cruiser and the other in my carrier. I miss and a second later my carrier
takes another hit, 'Shit'. As the game goes on, Mara's hand slips under
her dress, and I watch her trace her fingertip up and down the length of
her slit, pushing the fabric of her knickers back between her labia. From
that point on, my game goes out the window, and I go from being only one
hit behind her, to hearing her triumphant "B5", as my last sub goes to the
bottom while half of her fleet remains afloat.
I refuse her the advantage in our second game, and direct my entire focus
on the board in front of me, refusing to be distracted. For a while this
works and I'm a full four hits ahead, when out of the corner of my eye, I
notice that the patch of pale blue between her thighs is a lot smaller. I
look and I'm lost, Mara has the gusset of her knickers pulled to one side
and her finger is tracing little figure eights around her vaginal opening
and the sweet pearl of her clitoris.
'Shit' on my board the date becomes December 7, 1941, while I manage only
three more hits on her fleet before her cry of "H6" takes out my carrier.
"I beat you, I beat you again!" Mara crows.
From the front Sherry says, "What's wrong Geoff? From what I'm hearing,
you do well to start with, then totally screw up."
"She's cheating." I complain petulantly.
"How?" Sherry asks, "She can't possibly see your board from where she is."
"She's playing with her pussy at me."
"Oh!" Sherry says, "There's a valuable lesson for you Honey. If you make a
man think with his little head, his big head stops working."
"I know." Mara replies proudly, "That's why I'm doing it."
"She'll either go far, or she'll hang." I comment to Sherry."
"I know." Her reply echos her daughter's, "She's my kid."
"I'm surrounded." I moan and both of them laugh cruelly.
"O.K. you asked for it." I tell Mara, "I can't get your mother but I can
get you." I set my fingers walking across the seat between us and she eyes
them suspiciously, but does nothing as I move them closer to her gooey
pussy, stopping a few inches away.
As I continue to hold my fingers still, Mara eventually wriggles down in
her seat, the lap strap of her seat belt pulling her dress higher on her
body. This is what I've been waiting for, as the bare skin of her belly
becomes visible above the waistband of her knickers, I strike. My fingers
flash upwards, digging into the smooth pliant flesh of her abdomen. Her
leg on the seat kicks straight, sending her half of the battleship game
flying, as she goes into paroxysms of giggling. I keep up my tickle
torture until she begs for mercy, declaring that she'll do anything if I
stop.
When I cease tormenting her, it is my turn to gloat, "There's another
lesson for you. If a girl thinks a man is thinking with his little head,
she stops thinking all together. Now straighten up your seatbelt, in case
we have an accident."
As she wriggles herself straight, her dress remains rucked up to her belly
button and she does nothing about it. Her pussy only half concealed as the
leg band of her knickers is caught in her crack. When I slip my hand onto
her thigh and begin caressing the fabric covered half of her mound, she
pushes my hand away, in a snit because I had bested her.
"Uh-uh," I say, "you said you'd do anything if I stopped."
She sticks her tongue out at me, then giggles as she undoes her seatbelt
and moves into the center of the seat and straps herself back in. She then
pulls her knickers right off and jams the wadded ball of damp cotton
between her legs. As I slide my hand over the smooth skin of her thigh,
she drops the skirt of her dress over my hand and pulls a big storybook
down from the rear ledge of the car and opens it in her lap.
Now, as my fingers wander over her highly aroused vulva, it looks, to all
but the most intense scrutiny, as if I am simply reading her a story.
For the next twenty minutes or so, I mercilessly tease Mara's tight little
box, gently dragging my fingertips along the length of her slippery little
crack, rolling her hard little clit between my fingertips and occasionally
plucking at it. At the bottom of my stroke, I introduce only the very tip
of my little finger into the tiny, hot opening of her oozing vagina. She
pushes her hips forwards trying to force my finger deeper inside her tight
little sheath and I take my fingers from her mound until I feel her relax.
Twice more, I tease the entrance to her vagina and twice more I withdraw my
fingers from all contact with her vulva, before she realises that I will
permit no motion on her part. As I continue to tease her I smile as
occasional tremors run through her body while she forces herself to remain
still. Then as the tremors increase in frequency, signalling that her
climax is imminent, I switch to tracing the outline of her mound, my
fingertip barely brushing her skin as I trail along the creases at the tops
of her thighs and across the bottom over belly. From her lips there issues
the faintest of whispers, as though she is afraid I will stop, if I hear
her. "Please .. Oh please do it .. I need it .. make it happen."
As her tremors subside and her breathing becomes more even, I return to her
sweltering slit, swollen shut by the puffiness of her labia and as I
reintroduce my fingertip to her crack, a gush of liquid wells from her tiny
opening, to be sopped up by the wadded ball of fabric between her thighs.
Between my fingertips, her clitoris feels as though it is ready to split
and I can easily discern the triphammer beating of her heart as the blood
courses through the adamantine little pebble. Once again her body trembles
with the effort to remain motionless when her desire is to impale herself
on the finger that teases the tight little opening of her overflowing cunt.
On and on I tease her, showing her the gates of paradise and refusing her
entry. Her head lolling loosely on my shoulder as, from her lips there
comes a continuous stream of incoherently whispered pleas.
Finally from the front seat, Sherry observes, "We're nearly there. You'd
better put her out of her misery."
I take a quick look around and see that the bush has given way to open
paddocks and the traffic is beginning to pick up, though fortunately there
is none very near us. Mentally I brace myself for the scream and hope that
Sherry is ready for it, but it never comes. As I drive two fingers into
her cunt and press down with my thumb on her clit, her mouth opens in a
silent shriek, the book sliding to the floor as she strains upwards against
the seatbelt. Now I can see my fingers buried to the hilt between her
brick red pussy lips, an obscene mixture of pussy juice and semen coating
the inside of her thighs and my hand. I pinch my fingers and thumb
together, mashing her angry purple clitoris under my thumb as I force my
fingers in and out of her spasming sheath, the muscles of her cunt
squeezing me so tightly that it is almost impossible for me to drag my
fingertips over her G-spot.
Then as her sightlessly staring eyes begin to glaze over, I remove my thumb
from her clit and gently massage the smooth slippery skin of her labia as I
withdraw one of my fingers from her vagina. She draws a long shuddering
breath, her climax tapering off as I slowly pump my remaining finger within
her, feeling her spasms slowly abating.
Finally she blinks her eyes and holds her dress out of the way as she
hunches forwards to inspect her ravaged pussy. "Oh boy," she groans, "that
was a good one." Adding, "Thank you." as she lifts her head for a kiss.
"Ahem," Sherry's voice interrupts from the front, don't you think you
should make Mara decent, before, we get into town."
Reluctantly Mara releases me, and removes her knickers from between her
legs. She shakes them out and holds them up, showing that only a couple of
dry patches remain. Silently Sherry hands a container of Wet-Ones to me
and I use them to clean up the mess on her daughter's thighs and pussy.
Mara then insists on putting her soaking wet knickers back on.
After flipping her dress down to cover her thighs, only the slight flush on
her face and the miasma that permeates the interior of the car, remains to
indicate what has just happened. Five minutes later we pull up at the
first set of traffic lights.
As we pull into the shopping complex, Sherry decides that the first thing
on the agenda, is to get Mara cleaned up properly, so that she can try on
some new clothes. We find the loos on the garage level and after checking
that nobody is inside, Sherry asks me to stand guard while she gets Mara
clean and into a fresh pair of knickers that she had brought along.
A few minutes later a grandmotherly type woman approaches, and I ask,
"Would you mind waiting?" explaining, "There's a very embarrassed little
girl in there with her mother."
She barks a good natured laugh, asking, "Too much lemonade?"
"Too much something." I reply with a smile and we fall into an easy
conversation, comparing my 'niece' and her own grand daughter. She helps
me intercept another two customers before a red faced Mara and her equally
flushed Mother emerge.
The grandmotherly lady and the other two smile kindly at their obvious
embarrassment, whereas my smile is for the true cause of their burning
features.
As we walk to the escalators, Sherry asks, "How did you manage to stop
them? All I expected was for you to knock if somebody came."
"Easy, I just let the first lady, the older one, think that Mara had wet
her knickers and then she helped me stop the other two." I tell Sherry,
Adding to Mara, "Oh, by the way, you're my niece if we happen to meet her
again." I tell Mara.
"You told her that I wet my pants?" she cries shrilly, adding a scornful,
Only babies do that."
"No," I reply, "I just let her think that. What were you doing that left
you so red faced anyway?" Looking at Sherry I ask, "If I checked, would
your knickers be just as wet as Mara's were?"
They both flush again as Sherry replies, "I'm not wearing any, they were
already that wet when I got out of the car."
Laughing, we ride the escalator up into the complex. Then as we get onto
the escalator to the third level, where the children's clothing is, I look
over my shoulder and notice a boy about fourteen years old hurrying to get
on behind us.
I quietly say to Sherry, "You know there's a kid behind us and I think he
might be following you."
She smiles at me and 'accidentally' drops her bag, taking her time as she
bends over to retrieve it, finally rising with a quiet giggle. As we step
off the escalator, Sherry pulls me and Mara to the side and looks around as
if to get her bearings. A few seconds later the boy gets off with his
hands folded in front of him and a hunted look on his face as he scans the
direction signs before hurrying off in the direction of the toilets.
Sherry chuckles and I scold her, also laughing, "That was cruel."
"What happened Mummy?" Mara asks puzzled, "Why are you laughing?"
"Did you see that boy who just ran off?" I ask.
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, I think he's been following us, looking up your mother's skirt and
when she bent over, his gun went off in his pants."
"Oh" she says and starts giggling.
Suddenly I notice something, "Ah Sherry," I say, indicating the glass
panels that edge the balcony. "you might want to step back."
Sherry glances over the edge at the small crowd of teenage boys that has
begun to form below and blows a kiss at them as she moves off with a
giggle. "That was fun." she says, adding, "I think I'll get some new shoes
when we've done with Mara."
A couple of minutes later we enter 'Kidz Biz' and Sherry moves around the
store making selections. Some of what she selects is very demure, innocent
little girl clothing, while the rest seems to consist mainly of limited
quantities of very stretchy material.
Having made her selections, she takes her daughter into the fitting rooms
and a couple of minutes later they emerge: Mara is now wearing a black
micro-mini made of some sort of knit fabric that is so tightly stretched,
that I can see a vaguely defined triangle in front and the outline of her
barely concealed bottom, as she turns around. Her top is a matching crop
top that leaves her midriff bare, from just above her pubis to a point just
over two inches below her nipples.
The next outfit is one of the 'innocent' ones, a frilly, virginal white
number, that covers her from her neck to a point just below her knees and
puffy lace edged sleeves that come to a point half way between elbow and
shoulder. The contrast between this and the previous outfit, along with
the knowledge of the actual effect that Sherry is trying to achieve, leaves
me with a painful tightness in my pants.
"I think I better get out of here," I say, "before people start getting the
right idea."
Sherry giggles, saying, "You might be, right, come back in half an hour or
so. If we're not here, we'll be next door getting some shoes."
With a quick glance around to see that nobody can see, I rearrange the
contents of my trousers and leave the shop, trying to look bored. I glance
at the neighbouring shops, noticing that one is a children's shoe store and
wander off, looking in the shop windows.
A few minutes later I find a bookshop and loose all track of time, coming
back to earth some forty minutes later. I quickly pay for my selections
and run back to 'Kidz Biz', arriving needlessly out of breath, just as they
emerge laden down with half a dozen bags.
Together we enter the shoe store and buy a pair of black patent leather
shoes and a glittering silver pair with inch and a half heels. We then go
looking for a full service shoe store for Sherry. When we find one, Mara
and I stay outside while she goes in, wandering off to window shop our way
around the level. When we return, Sherry is still inside, so we take seats
outside to wait.
A few minutes later Sherry emerges, very flushed and grinning hugely,
declaring, "Well, that was more funny than fun, but I did get a twenty
dollar discount." as we move away. We go down to the car to get rid of our
burdens and Sherry tells us about the cute, nineteen year old assistant
that was so attentive in serving her. "He nearly had a heart attack when
he got down to measure my foot."
I nobly refrain from making the obvious joke, but Mara has no such
compunction. "Don't you mean 'hard attack' Mummy?" she giggles. (Well at
least from her it is funny.)
When we finish laughing, Sherry continues, "Well, he took nearly five
minutes to measure my foot and then he made sure that every shoe I tried on
fitted properly. Well, I eventually choose a shoe and on the way to the
counter I give his cock a squeeze. The bloody thing was as limp as a wet
noodle. 'Sorry,' he says, 'I'm gay, but you were having so much fun I
didn't want to disappoint you.' then he goes on to say, 'But you can tell
that cute boy you left outside, I'm interested if he is.' He laughed when
I told him your 'times tables' story and says that exactly how he feels
about women."
I laugh and Mara asks, confused, "What's gay mean Mummy? Didn't he like
you?"
"I guess he liked me well enough, as a person, Honey, but 'gay' means that
he only likes to have sex with boys not girls. So the whole thing ended up
being a joke instead of sexy and naughty."
"Oh that is funny." Mara giggles.
"Enough," Sherry says blushing, "let's go get the groceries."
When we return to the car with the groceries and ice for the eskies, Sherry
hands me fifty dollars, saying, "I don't want to take Mara over to my toy
shop, so will you take her to the one here and get some Legos or something
for Mike, so he doesn't complain about Mara's clothes."
"Sure," I say handing the fifty back and adding one from my wallet. She
looks at it strangely and I explain, "I want you to get a few toys for Katy
and Lena. A double ender, a bit smaller than yours and anything else you
think they might enjoy. I'll cover the toys."
"Right." Sherry says, "O.K. I'll meet you in about an hour and a half, at
Macker's in the plaza for lunch."
"Come on." Mara orders me, dragging me back towards the escalator as her
mother drives off. She knows exactly where Toyworld is and quickly leads
me to the entrance. Inside she makes a beeline for the dolls, declaring,
"I've got to have another cabbage patch kid."
"Why?" I ask her. I'd seen the collection she had at home and from their
basically pristine condition, half of them still in their boxes, it looked
like she hardly ever played with them.
"Pammy just got another one." Mara states, as if it explained everything.
"So, if Pammy got a broken arm, you'd want one too?" I ask.
"That's silly?" she giggles.
"And wanting something that you'll probably never play with isn't?"
"Um..."
"Right. So the only reason you want this doll is because Pammy has more
than you? So you just 'Have to keep up with the Joneses.' Pretty silly
huh?"
"Actually, Pammy's got the same number." Mara admits. "What's keep up with
the Joneses mean?"
"It's something very silly that grownups do. It means buying a new car
just because the people next door do, or getting a new, very expensive
record player, when the one you've got is perfectly all right. Now I
noticed that Brendan's dad has a brand new four wheel drive, how come your
daddy's still got the Landrover."
"Because the Landrover still goes." she replies thoughtfully.
"So do you want to be like your daddy or a silly little girl like Pammy?"
"Like Daddy." she declares, adding, as she sweeps her arms in an expansive
gesture, "He's the best Daddy in the whole world."
"So do you understand what I'm saying?"
She thinks hard for a minute then says "Yes, it's silly to get something,
just because somebody else has one, or because you want to have something
better." She ponders for a bit longer and adds, "besides if you spent all
your money on that, you wouldn't have any for things you really want."
"Very good." I say, "So what sort of toys do you really like?"
"Legos." she states firmly. "And I like books too."
"Well," I say, "We're already getting Lego for Mike and you share them with
him don't you?"
"Yes, sometimes." she says slowly.
"Sometimes what?"
"Sometimes I let him play with them too." she admits sheepishly.
"That's not very nice." I tell her. "O.K. let's go look at the Lego."
'Well she obviously knows this store inside out.' I think, as she leads me
directly to the Lego display. Once there, she starts looking at all of the
theme packs, the ones which assemble into specific things. Now I'd played
with Lego when I was a kid and Mum would never get us those, she'd only
ever get us the basic sets and in the long term I'd learned the wisdom of
her choice.
"Mara, how many of those sets do you have?" I ask, indicating the theme
packs.
"Lots and lots." She tells me.
"So why not get one of these?" I ask indicating the basic sets displayed on
the upper shelves. "You get lots more pieces.
"But they're boring," she complains, "everyb.. Uh. I'm not everybody, am
I?"
"That's right. Now you've already got plenty of the funny pieces, so if
you just get ordinary pieces from now on you can still build spaceships and
things, but with one of these you can build bigger ones." I lift her to my
shoulders. "Now why don't you see what's here?"
I've already made my selection but I wait to see what Mara will do. She
scans the shelves for a couple of minutes and finally says, "I've found a
good one but it's too much?"
"How much too much?" I ask?
"Ten dollars, but it's a really good one. See?" she points at a partially
crushed set shoved to the back of the top shelf.
'Yes!' I shout mentally. She's picked my choice, it's the second biggest
of the basic sets marked down from eighty five dollars to sixty, because it
is damaged. "Good girl," I say, "get it down so we can see if it's all
right."
"But it's too much." she objects.
"We'll see. Just get it, O.K."
She takes the box and I lift her back down to the floor. Taking the box
from her, I open the lid to see what's under the plastic cover inside. The
damage appears to be confined to one corner of the box and inside, the set
appears to be complete apart from a couple of crushed bricks in the damaged
corner.
Tucking the box under one arm, I say "O.K. let's go, I'll pay the extra."
"You will!" she shrieks and leaps to wrap her arms around my neck, with my
free hand I manage to get a hold of her bottom and lift her to my hip. As
soon as my face is in reach she starts to give me a sexy kiss, quickly
changing it to a very noisy little girl kiss, as she remembers her
surroundings. "Thankyou, oh thankyou, thankyou, thankyou." she cries,
punctuating her thanks with kisses.
Carrying the radiantly happy little girl, I walk to the counter to pay the
assistant. "Well your niece seems to be much happier now." a voice at my
elbow says.
I turn to see the grandmotherly lady from the toilet, smiling benignly at
me and Mara. "Oh hi. Yeah, well she learnt a valuable lesson, so I'm
making up the difference between what her mother gave us to spend and the
cost of this." I lift up the Lego.
"What lesson is that dear," I wince internally at the 'dear' "that damaged
goods aren't necessarily worthless?"
"No," I say, "actually she worked out just how futile keeping up with the
Joneses is."
"A much more valuable lesson." she says sententiously, then to Mara, "So
your nice uncle is helping to buy you some nice blocks."
I notice Mara's scowl begin to form and give her a warning squeeze as I
interject, "Actually these are mostly for her brother, because her mother
just got her a lot of clothes. I'm going to get her some books for her
real reward." Mara's eyes widen at this, but she keeps silent as I
continue, "Then we're going to meet her mother."
"That's nice, is she your sister? And where is she anyway?"
'Oh God, how do get rid of her?' "Cousin in-law actually." I reply, "She's
gone to see a friend in hospital." Then as she opens her mouth to speak, I
interrupt, "Now we really have to go, or we'll be late."
"Oh yes, yes, yes, I understand." She looks a little miffed at my
interruption and quickly says, "Goodbye." She then turns and stalks away.
"Nicely done," the girl behind the counter comments, "Usually she's good
for at least another fifteen minutes."
"Oh, you know her then?" I ask as I pay for the Lego.
"More like 'about her', her grand-daughter was killed by a drunk driver a
couple of years ago, but she won't accept it and now she hangs around here
a lot." the girl explains, "She can be a bit of a bother, but she's
basically harmless, so security won't move her along unless a customer
actually complains."
"Oh well, I do feel sorry for her but we really do have to be going. Bye."
"Bye sir, have a nice day!"
I lower Mara to the ground and she slips her warm little paw into mine as
we go to find the bookshop.
"Now how much is a Cabbage Patch Kid?" I ask Mara as we stand in the
children's section, figuring that she would know that price off by heart.
She doesn't disappoint me, "Thirty four, ninety five." she says.
"O.K., well you've already had ten dollars so that leaves twenty five
dollars. Let's see what we can find."
Mara starts making selections and I'm pleased to see that she is getting
things that have a bit of substance, at least for a seven year old girl,
Complete set of 'Mallory Towers' books by Enid Blyton and two of the three
'Naughtiest Girl in the School.' by the same author. "I've already got the
first one." she says. She's a dollar over the limit, but I don't quibble
and after I pay, a very happy little girl skips along beside me as she
leads me to McDonalds.
Along the way I notice a video store and a sign in the window says they
hire out cameras. I stop, look down at Mara and ask, "Would you like to
make a movie for your Daddy?" I ask her.
"Oooh yes!" she exclaims.
"Well come on" I say, "and we'll hire a video camera."
Ten minutes later, I'm fifty dollar out of pocket for a week's hire of the
camera and tripod and a hundred for the security deposit.
While we wait, I demonstrate to Mara how a friend and I used to build smash
up derby cars out of Lego. Basically long thin cars, (Wide ones used to
veer wildly and would fall apart if struck on the corners.) made out of
only the basic blocks, built totally solid for strength. We'd then take
turns rolling them as hard as possible against a piece of timber. (To
protect the walls.) The one which lasted the longest was, of course, the
winner. Amazingly in the course of three years of tournaments, we only
broke about three blocks and two wheels and later modifications to our
designs, using the smaller blocks at the front and moving the wheels back,
fixed this.
As I'm explaining this, Sherry comes up behind us and slips her hands over
my eyes. "Guess who?"
"Charlotte the harlot? Rossie the prossie?, The epileptic whore?"
She moves around to sit opposite us, "You'll pay for that. The epileptic
whore?"
"She's a character from the M*A*S*H books." I explain, "Apparently she'd go
into convulsions at the moment of conjugation. One hell of a ride but not
for the faint hearted."
"Sounds like M*A*S*H," she observes, "but I never knew there were any
books."
"They're by a bloke called Richard Hooker, but you'll probably have to look
in second hand book shops. Now what are you eating? My treat."
"Looks like you've already done enough treating." she waves her hand at the
bag with the bookshop Logo. "And what's this?" she taps her toe against the
aluminium case containing the camera.
"Nonsense, I brought six hundred bucks to spend and so far I've only spent
three. And that's a video camera, I thought I might take a few holiday
movies home with me. Now what are you having?"
Sherry's eyes light up at the thought of the 'Holiday movies' we'll make.
They give me their orders, a Big Mac, a quarter pounder and medium
lemonades and I go to get them, shadowed by Mara. I'd noticed Mara's scowl
at the mention of lemonade, so I ask in a conspiratorial whisper, "What do
you really want to drink?"
"Coke. And can I have an apple pie?" she asks eagerly.
"Sure. Fries?"
She gives an enthusiastic nod and I guide her in front of me to let her
make her own order. When she gets to the counter she rattles off, "Quarter
pounder, large fries, apple pie and a large Coke."
I add the rest of the order over the top of her head, adding fries and
apple pies for both Sherry and I as well as the quarter pounder and large
Coke for me.
When we return to the table Sherry frowns at Mara's laden tray but only
comments, "All that Coke is going to make you pee."
"I know." Mara chirps happily and tucks into her food.
Sherry shakes her head with a smile, "Now explain this." She waves her hand
at the books. "Oh, and here's the ten dollars for the Lego, it was a good
buy."
I close her fingers around the note, "No, it was part of a package deal." I
say, "It was like this, as soon as you took off, Mara all but dragged me up
to Toyworld and the first thing She headed for was the Cabbage Patch Kids."
"Pammy!" Sherry sighs.
"Yes Pammy. Well once I got that story out of her, I helped her work out
the stupidity of keeping up with the Joneses. Then at the Lego she was
telling me why I should get some theme sets, she started to say 'everybody
else got them' but thought better of the idea. I told her she could use
the basic sets to expand on what they already have and she chose that one.
Though she did point out it was over the limit.
"So I figured one Cabbage Patch Kid worth of Lego and books was a small
price to pay to reinforce the lesson."
"O.K. I'll leave it." she says, "I must confess that I chipped in fifteen
bucks for Katy and Lena as well. Now what's this?" she rocks the car back
and forth on it's wheels.
"Smashup car." Mara mumbles through a mouthful of fries.
"But you'd break the blocks!" Sherry objects.
"Nope!" I say and explain how I'd done it for years as a kid.
Sherry is impressed by the robustness of the basic pieces, saying, "I wish
I'd put my foot down earlier. Well at least I don't have to worry about
one upmanship from her any more, now if you'll just work on Mike."
By this time we've finished our meal, so we dispose of the rubbish and head
for the carpark, with Mara valiantly slurping at her Coke. On the drive
home there is too much traffic for me to finger Mara safely so we content
ourselves with building things out of the Lego, with me showing her how to
make the best use of limited resources.
About fifteen minutes from the house Mara starts to get very ansty as the
Coke works it's way through her system and by the time we get there she is
squirming constantly, with her face screwed up in concentration. As soon
as the car comes to a halt, She flings the door open and runs to stand,
bouncing anxiously from one foot to the other, by the front door. With a
wicked grin to me Sherry takes her time getting out of the car and opens
the boot to get the eskies with the meat and other perishables before she
finally opens the door for her daughter.
Mara start to take off, but I catch up and restrain her in the kitchen,
asking, "Didn't you want to save this pee for something special?"
"Yeah, but you better hurry up I'm about to wet my pants."
"Would you do that for me?" I ask.
"What, wet my pants? That's naughty." she starts to giggle, but stops
abruptly and crosses her legs.
"Can she pee in the basin, so she can see it in the mirror?" I ask Sherry.
"Yeah, but I want to watch this too."
"Hurry up, or I'll do it here." Mara pleads.
"O.K." I laugh and pick her up and carry her into the bathroom, setting her
on the floor while I strip off her dress. I then lift her onto the vanity,
to kneel astride the bowl. Already there is wet patch on her knickers,
which immediately expands as her legs part and a second later a powerful
jet punches through the fabric of her knickers.
"Look Mummy I'm peeing my pants" she says then slides her hand over the
outside of her knickers, cupping her hand under the flow to catch the warm
golden fluid and wet more of the fabric. "Oooh, that looks so nasty." she
says, staring intently into the mirror, as she rubs the soaked, almost
transparent fabric, forcing it into her slit, she then drags her wet
fingers up over her belly leaving damp little trails of urine. "I'm a bad
girl aren't I? You're going to have to spank me for being such a bad girl
and wetting my knickers." Her hand glides back down between her legs for
more pee, which she uses to draw glistening circles around the rigid little
buds of her nipples.
As her prodigious piss slows, she gathers the material of her knickers
front and back, pulling it up into the cleft between her labia and
buttocks. Now the last of her pee trickles down her legs, dribbling into
the basin as she saws the bunched fabric back and forth. "Oh, that feels
nice! Play with my titties Mummy."
Sherry wets her fingers in her mouth and wraps her arms around Mara, her
fingers brushing teasingly over the tiny pink nubbins. As Sherry teases
her daughter I tease her, sliding a hand up her legs and running my
fingertips along her slippery labia with a feathery touch. She shuffles
her feet apart and pushes her arse out, giving me greater access, but I
ignore her implied invitation, keeping my touch light and tormenting as I
watch her daughter in the mirror. Mara's breathing is rapid and shallow as
she continues to drag the wet material back and forth between her swollen
labia, roughly stimulating her clit as her mother pinches and pulls on her
nipples.
"Jesus Christ, do something you bastard! Stop fucking teasing me." Sherry,
all but screams, provoked beyond endurance by my tormenting touch.
With my free hand I open the buttons of my pants and allow them to drop in
a pool around my ankles. I extract my rock hard shaft, then taking careful
aim, I ram it home, burying my prick to the root, within Sherry's petite
body.
"Aieee!" she screeches, surprised by the forcefulness of my abrupt entry,
her cries echoed by her daughter as her fingers pinch hard on Mara's tiny
nipples. The sudden pain in her undeveloped breasts is too much for Mara,
the added sensation sending her over the edge into orgasm. Displaying the
flexibility that only a child or trained gymnast can possess, her legs
splay sideways until her thighs are all but horizontal and her cheek
presses against the cool glass of the mirror.
I hold myself deep within Sherry as her daughter climaxes, her hands have
ceased their sawing motions, and now strain upwards, pulling the tightly
stretched fabric of her knickers hard against her clit, as her tiny body
shakes and shivers, emitting little squeaks of pleasure.
As Mara's climax subsides, Sherry supports her daughter, helping her to
turn and sit beside the basin, shoving various bottles and tubes of makeup
into the laundry basket beside the vanity, to make room. She then pushes
back against me, forcing me to shuffle backwards as she leans forwards,
supporting her weight on the edge of the vanity with her hands.
For probably the first time in my life I am grateful for my short legs, as
I do not have to bend my knees much to keep myself within her as she kicks
her feet out of her shoes. I slide my hands over her slim waist, bunching
her dress up and pushing it off over her head to fall down her arms. I
then cup her small conical breasts and seize her distended nipples between
thumb and forefinger.
There is no finesse to my fucking, just raw, animalistic power, as with no
warning, I begin to thrust my raging cock, deep within the velvety confines
of Sherry's oozing gash. With each ringing slap of my belly against her
quivering buttocks, my fingers clamp hard on her nipples, relaxing only a
little as I withdraw. Far from objecting to my harsh treatment, Sherry
actively encourages it, forcing her hips back against me and pushing up
with her hands, so that her tits are stretched away from her body.
After less than a minute, tiny hands pry my fingers from Sherry's breasts.
Mara has slipped down to stand under her mother and as soon as her has one
nipple freed, she tilts her head back and fastens her lips around the
swollen nubbin. With one hand she grasps the remaining tit as the other
hand slides down over her mother's belly to take a firm hold on her
protruding clitoris.
"Bite it honey." Sherry cries, as my hands grasp her hips and further
increase the force of my pounding thrusts. "Harder! .. Harder! .. That's
it Baby." she hisses through clenched teeth.
Suddenly her head flies backwards and utters a sound that is half groan and
half scream, her pussy clamping down so hard on my cock that it almost
bends double as I force it back into her body. The powerful rippling
action of her cunt muscles up and down the length of my cock are all it
takes to set me off, gob after gob of my greasy sperm, burning it's way
through my buried shaft, to jet from my swollen knob, deep with in the
contracting confines of her velvety sheath.
From beginning to end the whole fuck has lasted less than two minutes, but
the intensity leaves us exhausted, barely able to stand as my shrinking
cock falls from Sherry's cum filled gash, releasing a flood of semen and
pussy juice to dribble down her thighs.
Suddenly I'm forced to take a step backwards, barely able to keep my
balance, my pants almost tripping me, as Mara crawls between her mother's
legs and shoves on my hips. As she rises her tongue snakes out, licking up
the obscene mixture that coats my cock and balls, her lips closing around
my shrunken glans as she vacuums my flaccid member into her mouth, forcing
the tip of her tongue under my foreskin, to ensure that not one droplet of
the precious mixture is lost.
She then turns to her mother and drags her extended tongue up each thigh,
collecting the overflow, before pressing her mouth to Sherry's pussy and
burying her nose between her mother's sweaty buttocks. Sucking hard, Mara
noisily extracts much of my deposit from her mother's gooey cunt then pulls
back, tilting her head back to look up at me, her grin almost as wide as
the iridescent smears of cum and pussy juice that coat her face from ear
Grinning back, I bend down and lick her face, tasting Sherry and myself as
I lick her face clean then press my lips to hers. I feel her lips tighten
in a smirk and then she pushed a gob of cum and cunt cream into my mouth.
Avidly I suck the tasty treat from he little tongue, savouring the divine
taste of her mother's and my passion. Finally I release her tongue and
pull back with a whispered "Thankyou."
Grinning she replies, "Your welcome." as she turns and wraps her arms
around my neck, lifting her legs to encircle my waist as I straighten, her
sodden knickers soaking the front of my shirt.
Sherry slowly rises and turns, surveying the room and us. "What a mess!"
she says. I look around and have to agree, not all of Mara's piss made it
into the basin, there are little puddles of urine where her knees rested
either side of the basin and a bigger one where she sat. There is a sweaty
print of Mara's cheek on the mirror and clothing lies scattered about the
floor. Wordlessly she sets the shower running and motions for us to step
into it as she starts picking the makeup out of the laundry basket.
I toe the shoes from my feet and step out of my pants as Mara slides down
my body and pulls my jocks the rest of the way down my legs. Kicking her
own shoes off she starts to remove her knickers, but I stop her, suggesting
that it would better to rinse them out first. Peeling the socks from my
feet I follow Mara under the warm spray.
Sherry quickly finishes tidying the room and takes my shirt and her
daughters knickers from me, throwing them in the basket before joining us
under the shower. We quickly soap each other clean and dry off, then
Sherry and I wrap towels about our bodies, as there is no third towel, Mara
remains naked as she follows us from the room.
Chapter 20 - MEATING THE NEIGHBOURS.
As we walk from the bathroom to get dressed Mike bursts in through the
front door, Brendan hot on his heels. "Mummy!" he shout at the top of his
voice, "When did...", he trails off into silence, as he and his friend
stare at the three of us. Mikes eyes from one of us to the next, but his
friend's gaze seems to be centred on Mara's casually displayed charms.
"Oh hi Mike." Sherry says, as if nothing is unusual, "Did you have a nice
day?"
"Um, s-sure Mummy." he stammers, adding in a rush, "How come you don't have
any clothes on?"
"We were all hot and sweaty from our trip, so we had a shower." Sherry
explains.
"Together?" he asks in a surprised voice.
"Why not? We do it on the beach all the time." His mother answers, trying
to make light of the matter. She then turns on Brendan, "Don't you know
it's rude to stare?"
He tears his eyes from Mara's bald little slit and looks up at Sherry. "I
guess so, but Mike told me about her not being a virgin and I can't see
anything different."
"You can't because the difference is all inside." Sherry explains to her
son's six year old friend.
"Can I see?" he asks eagerly.
"I don't think so." Sherry tells him, adding, "You really shouldn't ask
questions like that, you know?"
"Why not? Mummy let's me touch her vagina and Pixie even licks Daddy's
penis." He says, trying to reason with Sherry. Suddenly he realises that
he has let the cat (and half a dozen kittens) out of the bag and his hands
fly to his mouth in a futile effort to stuff the words back in.
Mara's delighted expression is at odds with Sherry's and my dumbfounded
ones, while poor Mike just looks confused. Then before we can stop her,
Mara blurts out, "It's O.K. we do stuff like that too."
"Really?" Brendan asks, the look of fear washing from his face. "Then it's
all right that I told you."
"No it's not." Sherry tells him, "You were a very naughty boy for saying
that when you weren't supposed to. But that's spilt milk under the bridge,
I guess the only thing to do now is talk to your parents."
"Do you want me to go get them?" Brendan asks, the look of fear back on
his face as he realises that he still might be in trouble.
"Yes, but not yet." Sherry replies, "Wait there, while we go and put some
clothes on, then you can help us unload the car. After that we'll get your
parents." Sherry then walks off into her bedroom.
Then a few seconds after I enter my room, Mara follows trailed by the two
boys. "I thought you were supposed to be getting dressed." I say to her as
I drop the towel and search for a pair of jocks.
"In a minute." she says, sitting down on the corner of the bed.
It takes me a while to find the last clean pair in my bag and when I look
up, Mara is lying back on the bed holding her knees so that Brendan and
Mike can peer between her legs and their conversation impinges on my
awareness. Not wanting them to know I'm listening, I keep pawing through
my bag.
"...you fell on the log and that broke the little piece of skin in your
vagina." Brendan is saying.
"Uh-huh, Geoff says the skin was to stop my pussy filling up with poo when
I was a baby." Mara says.
"Did it hurt?" Brendan asks, "Pixie's still got hers because Daddy doesn't
want to hurt her."
"Boy did it ever." Mara says, "But I didn't feel anything up inside just
where my pussy lips bumped the log."
Both kid's jump, Mara's heel clipping Brendan's ear, as I rise and say, "I
think that's enough. I don't think Sherry wanted anything else said until
your parents got here Brendan."
I quickly dress and take Mara by the hand, pulling her from the bed and
leading her to her room. Once there I quickly grab a pair of knickers and
hold them for her to step into, then slip a frock decorated with red yellow
and blue spots over her head. I then lead all three kids out to the car
and start handing them bags of groceries.
As we re-enter the house Sherry comes from her room, her hair done and
fresh makeup on her face. "Why don't you start putting these away while we
get the rest." I suggest to her. She agrees and we dump the bags on the
kitchen floor before heading out for the rest.
Three more trips suffice to get everything inside, though it is hard to
stop Mike and Brendan playing with the Lego on the back seat and I have to
be very forceful, to get them to return after placing it in the lounge. I
send Mara to her room to get rid of her new clothes, as I rescue a number
of interesting brown paper parcels from Mike's inquisitive fingers.
Putting those and the camera on Sherry's bed we join Sherry in the kitchen
and help her finish putting the groceries away.
As the last can clinks in the pantry, the look of apprehension creeps back
over Brendan's face as he contemplates having to tell his parents what he
has done. Seeing this Sherry decides to coach him in what he is to say.
"Brendan, just tell your parents that I would like them to come over and
have afternoon tea, so they can meet Geoff. O.K." she instructs him,
continuing, "Don't say anything else, I'll talk to them about that, when
they get here."
His face clears, and with a relieved, "O.K." he scampers out the front
door.
Five minutes later he returns with his parents and a cute little four year
old, who's appearance definitely matches her name. Sherry quickly
introduces me to Barbara and Stephen Fields and I look them over as Sherry
hurries off to deal with the whistling kettle.
Barbara (Barb) is a pretty, slim brunette, in her very early twenties, she
stands about five, two and her wavy, shoulder length brown hair frames a
triangular face with high cheekbones and laughing brown eyes. Her wide
sensuous lips and a bosom capable of keeping both of her kids dry in a
tropical downpour go a long way towards explaining a six year old son, when
she is barely out of her teens.
Her husband Stephen (Steve) appears to be about twenty five or so and his
five foot ten frame is obviously built for speed, all sinewy muscle and not
an ounce of spare fat on him anywhere. His rugged features and a deep tan
indicate a life spent outdoors and when he enters the kitchen, he removes
his hat to reveal short, dark, almost black hair, so curly it looks like
steel wool.
I look for Pixie and find her peering from behind her father's leg, looking
up at me from beneath long dark lashes, with flashing brown eyes, her tiny
little face is much like her mother's and when I smile at her, the one she
gives me in return lights up her whole face. As they take their seats she
clambers into her father's lap and her bright little eyes follow my every
movement as Mara and I go to help Sherry with the drinks and cake.
Two rattling crashes from the lounge signal the location of the boys as
they mingle the new Lego with the old. Further rattles and clicks, along
with good natured squabbling over the best pieces, indicate a major
construction frenzy is under way.
Mara takes the cake to the table as Sherry and I bring the drinks and hand
them out. Pixie gives me a shy "t'ank you." when I hand her a glass of
lemonade and Sherry calls the boys, they only remain long enough to grab a
hunk of cake and their glasses, before hurrying back to the newest
engineering wonders of the world. As soon as I make a lap opposite Steve,
Mara scrambles to fill it, while Sherry takes a seat opposite Barb.
For the next few minutes we exchange the usual pleasantries, I learn that
Steve is a brickies mate and that he's working on a new resort complex
being built to the north of the town while Barb is an assistant in one of
the local creches. When I tell them that I have been accepted for a
computing degree at college, Barb tells me that she hopes to complete the
HSC (Higher Education Certificate) she is doing in night courses so that
she can enter college and get a child care degree to start a center of her
own.
Suddenly into the middle of our conversation Sherry drops her bombshell and
sits back to observe the results. "So how long has Pixie been sucking your
cock Steve?"
Barbara's mug drops from suddenly nerveless fingers, falling the bare inch
she has lifted it with a noise that is unnaturally loud in the silence that
follows Sherry's bald question. Steve's knuckles whiten as his fingers
clench around his own mug and he, with infinite care, sets it back down,
precisely aligning it with the wet ring already on the coaster.
Only then, does Steve shift his gaze to take in our expressions, Mara's
slightly apprehensive smile, my carefully neutral countenance and Sherry's
broad grin. Finally he speaks, slowly and with the same infinite care he
showed in setting down his mug. "I won't ask you how you found out, that's
obvious, but we'll get to Brendan later. What I will ask is, what you
intend to do about it?"
"Nothing," Sherry replies, "or maybe the kids can join in, the next time we
have a little get together, instead of being sent off to stay with their
grandparents."
"Does that mean that you and Carl have been playing around with your kids
too?" Barb asks, she then laughs a trifle hysterically, "You mean we've
both been hiding the same secret from each other?"
"Not exactly, a week ago I would have had a screaming fit and my kids would
never have gone near yours again."
"Huh? Then what changed?" Suddenly Barb stares hard at me, "What does
Geoff have to do with this?" she asks suspiciously
"What do you want to hear about, when he seduced my little girl in the back
of the truck on the way up here? Or the next day, when she caught the two
of us fucking the next day and decided to blackmail us into letting her
watch?" Sherry suddenly giggles, "Now THAT was funny. I suddenly got
three times as horny when I thought about Geoff taking her cherry for real,
but I was scared Geoff would think I was sick. Mara actually wanted to
join in, but was scared I'd find out about her and Geoff and he was just
plain scared that Carl was going to rip his balls off and feed them to
him."
"What do you mean 'take her cherry for real', when did that happen and how
did you know about it, if you didn't know about what they were doing?"
"Oh Geoff didn't pop her cherry, though he was there when it happened."
She pauses and waits for their raised eyebrows, then explains, "She fell on
a log." Another giggle, "You should have seen the reaction, when she limps
into the lounge at Liam's and announces to everybody in the room that she's
not a virgin any more."
They both laugh, "I can imagine." Steve says, "What stopped Carl from
killing him then?"
"Carl's voice scared Mara so much that it would have taken a crowbar to
remove her from Geoff's leg and that gave him enough time to explain."
"O.K. Sherry, you've had your fun." Barb breaks in, "Now why don't you tell
us the whole story properly and then we'll tell you ours."
"O.K.," she agrees, "but you've got to admit is was funny."
"For you maybe," Steve remarks, "but remind me not to take you anywhere
near a coronary care unit." He then looks over at Mara, "What do you think,
does your mother have a nasty sense of humour?"
All through our conversation, both girls have sat silently, Pixie's bright
eyes turning to follow a conversation that she only partially understands,
While Mara has been looking on with a Mona Lisa smile.
"Yeah!" Mara answers Steve's question, then grins, "Can I have a drink of
your sperm? Does he taste good Pix?"
Steve turns a very interesting shade of crimson as the rest of us, bar
Pixie, burst out laughing, she smiles dutifully not quite sure what the
joke is. When he recovers enough to speak, Steve gasps, "I stand
corrected, you've both got a nasty sense of humour."
"Well does he?" Mara grills Pixie, "Does your Daddy's sperm taste good?"
Pixie looks up at her father for guidance and he answers her questioning
look, "It's all right darling, you can talk about it here."
"Yeah," she answers Mara eagerly, "Daddy tastes real good, he makes lots of
nice creamy sperms for me. You wanna taste?"
"You bet!, You want to taste Geoff's?"
Steve restrains his daughter as she starts to wriggle from his lap, saying,
"Later, Sherry's going to tell us a story first and then we'll see." Pixie
settles back against her father's chest and looks expectantly at Sherry.
Sherry throws a questioning look at me, but I decline, "Not this time
Sherry, it's your turn."
She sticks her tongue out at me and starts speaking, telling the story of
how first I and then she had become sexually involved with Mara. She
covers the high points but omits much of the actual detail. Also she says
nothing of Ken's and Chloe's involvement and only giving passing reference
to Katy and Lena, naming no names. During the recital they say nothing
saving their questions for the end.
"Do you mean to say that the first prick Mara want's in her, is that
monster of Carl's?" Barb asks incredulously, "That bloody thing fills me
up, it'll choke her."
"Tickle her ribs maybe," Sherry starts to answer, but is interrupted by
Barb.
"Yeah from the inside." she quips, "How exactly do you intend to get that
much prick into that little body?" she waves her hand at Mara who is
grinning like the canary that got the cat.
"By stretching my pussy first silly." Mara supplies the answer. "That's why
we went shopping today."
Barb raises her eyebrows at this, while Steve sits back in his seat looking
stunned. "You know that realistic 'life' sized vibrator that I have?" Barb
nods, "Well, we can't get that through Mara's cervix so I bought something
with a little more taper to it along with a few other things today. That's
why I brought the shopping trip forwards, so that Mara would have a chance
to practice before her Daddy got home."
"You're kidding! That's impossible!" Steve ejaculates.
I feel Mara take a breath as though to speak and hastily say, "Nope, I do
it with one of the girls near my uncle's all the time. You can't imagine
how good it feels."
"That I can believe." he says, and continues, "So you've been up here,
what, three weeks and you've some how or other managed to become involved
with three underage girls." At this point Mara absently interjects "Four."
but Steve continues on regardless, "How on earth did you manage that?"
suddenly he does a double take, "FOUR! But Sherry only said you and two
girls from near his Uncle's."
I give Mara a warning squeeze to keep quiet, but it's too late. Barb does
some quick figuring, "Chloe and probably her brother too! Ken's van was
here yesterday when we got home Steve. Remember? And Sherry had the front
door locked too."
Sherry interrupts as Mara opens her mouth to speak. "I think that's enough
Mara. Now If you'll excuse me I've got to make a phone call. Geoff, you
go on with your part of the story."
"O.K." I say to Steve and Barb, "Here's how it happened. Katy was the
first (I guess it doesn't hurt to name names.) and we more or less seduced
each other, I knew better, but my Woody kept on doing all of my thinking
for me.
"The first day I was at my uncle's he took me over to the neighbours so I
could swim in their dam, Katy teased me with her body most of the time I
was there and towards the end of the day she tucked my hand between her
legs and made it very clear to me what she wanted. What she didn't expect
was the orgasm she ended up having, nor did I expect to cum in my pants.
"A few days later the two of us went for a walk in the bush, after a while
she started asking why it felt so good when I fingered her in the dam.
Well she's a very smart kid, and her parents hold her back so that she
doesn't outshine her brother. I was a bit pissed at this attitude so I
gave her the whole nine yards, how babies are made and why it's so much fun
in between.
"A bit later she told me to close my eyes while she had a pee. Of course I
peeked, she was standing right there in front of me with the leg shorts and
knickers hiked to the side as she peed standing up. Of course this was
what she wanted and when she finished she wanted to watch me.
"For obvious reason that was impossible, but what she really wanted, was to
see me cum, so I let her masturbate me and I came so hard it hurt, I must
have shot the first wad a good ten feet. We dared each other to taste my
cum and she really liked it.
"We had lunch near a dam a bit later on and I masturbated her to a huge
orgasm, then she wanted to taste my cum again so she fingered herself with
one hand while she jerked me off with the other, at the end I took over and
shot off into her mouth. We swam for a while and horsed around, then when
we got out of the water she wanted another drink.
"This time at the end she stuck the end of my dick in her mouth as I came,
so she wouldn't miss any. To reward her I taught her all about multiple
orgasms with my tongue. When she recovered she wanted to know if the same
thing could be done to boys. I said 'yes and no' and taught her how to
delay a man's climax. By the way, don't ever make a joke when there are
teeth that close to your cock." I say in an aside to Steve, he winces as
the womenfolk giggle.
"We fell asleep after that and woke up as a storm started to roll in. Just
before we got back to her place it broke and by the time it finished we
were cut off and I have to spend the night there. Katy's brother got
caught at someone else's place so I was given his bed in the caravan with
Katy at the other end.
"That night, Katy got a little over eager when I gave her a trip around the
world and broke her cherry on my finger when she came. With that out of
the way she decided to go all the way and I made love to her, she came so
hard she actually forced her cervix over my cock and that more of less
finished me off.
"The next day we found out that the storm was a forerunner of Cyclone
Katherine and it was going to hit the coast near us. Katy's parents
collected Jimmy and tried to get out and back before it hit, because they
needed supplies and had to do some business. We got left behind to watch
the house because of problems with a thief in the area.
"While they were gone Katy and I decided to make the most of the
opportunity. As we were getting right into it, Jimmy's girlfriend, Lena
came over to see Katy because she was bored. She caught us with my face
between Katy's legs and then we caught her with her hand between hers.
"She got really upset because Katy, who is quite a bit younger than her was
having so much fun, when her efforts with Jimmy had been uncomfortable and
unsatisfying. We got to talking, and she ended up asking me to teach her,
what to teach Jimmy. Katy and I started out by doing each other orally so
she could watch and then we ganged up on her and gave her a trip around the
world together. When she came she actually squirted, into Katy's mouth and
I had to fight her for a taste it was so good.
"Well I was so wired by then, that a touch would have set me off so we put
on some bathers, just knickers in Katy's case and went for a swim, so I
could cool off a bit. The clothes were a rather pointless waste of time,
because within five minutes we'd daked each other.
"Back up at the van, Katy taught Lena how to deep throat me until I came.
Then they got into a 69 and Katy ended up fisting Lena until she passed
out. I used a glass to collect the juice that came from her pussy when
Katy took her hand out and we shared it. Then the bloody storm started to
roll in and we had to stop.
"Lena tried to get home while Katy and I made sure things were secure, but
the previous night's rain was coming down from the mountains and we were
cut off again. This time I was alone with two young and very horny girls."
"Sherry interrupts me at this point, "You better finish up they'll be here
soon, Ken said half an hour."
"O.K. well we made sure everything was tied down, got in a supply of fire
wood and settled up with various parents, including mine, on the phone.
That night I found the girls' G-spots, though I didn't know exactly what I
was doing then, and then I fucked first Katy, then Lena. Lena couldn't
believe it when I slipped up inside Katy's womb either. After I fucked her
Katy discovered she could lick her own pussy. That got me up so fast I was
ready to do Lena as soon as Katy finished cumming.
"After I fucked Lena, Katy got out a porno mag that belonged to her eldest
brother and among other things it had a story called pissin' cousins, that
triggered our bladders, as the thunderbox was outside, we decided to use
the bath and Katy wanted to give golden showers a try.
"After we got cleaned up, I brushed their hair and gave them back rubs. To
reward me the doubled teamed me and gave me a trip around the world. After
that we had supper and discovered that pancakes were a sexy food if eaten
in the nude and we had to clean up all over again.
"The next day we tried anal sex, they discovered that they liked it almost
as much as the real thing and Lena had an effective way to keep herself
from getting pregnant.
Mara pipes up at this time, saying, "Yeah, I liked it when he fucked my
bottom and it felt really good when he peed in it too."
"That's quite a story." Barb comments, "I can see how it happened with
those two, and Sherry's already told us about Mara, but how did Chloe and I
presume, Ken get involved."
"Why don't we wait for them to arrive and let them tell it." I suggest.
I then add, "What I haven't told you about Katy and Lena, is that in
amongst all that fucking and sucking, there was a lot of very normal play,
several long talks on morality and even a nudist barbecue that include both
our families."
"Morality," Steve says, "that's a bit of a joke coming from someone who's
fucked four underage girls in three weeks."
"The basis of morality I mean, things like not hurting other people and
giving as well as taking. Though I did talk to Katy about some of the
nastier members of our society and why keeping children ignorant of sex is
usually a good idea."
Sherry adds her own opinion, "In his own way, Geoff is one of the most
moral people I know. He would never do anything to anyone that they didn't
want. I think that if a girl said 'no' half way through his cum, he'd wilt
like last months celery.
"And he's the most attentive eighteen year old lover I've ever met. From
what I've seen of him so far he gives all of his attention to his partner's
pleasure before he even considers his own. "
Barb looks at me appraisingly, "Now that is a wonder. How come?"
"I live in a small country town and I'm a bookworm, so pretty nearly
everybody, especially the girls, despise me. I learnt quite a few of years
ago that the real meat in stick books, was in the letters and stories, so
I've learnt a lot of theory and I vowed to put it into practice if I ever
got the chance. The first and only girl I had sex with before Katy, wasn't
interested in anything except getting me off. I guess it was a mercy fuck,
because the next day she wouldn't have anything to do with me and she was
hanging off the arm of bloke from my venturer unit. He was sort of a mate
and I guess he felt sorry enough for me, either that or he told her I was
cherry.
"As for my morality, one of my secret vices is girls school story books
written before about 1960 and they are full of it. Divested of the
claptrap it boils down to not hurting other people and making yourself
happy by helping others to be happy."
I'm saved from any further questioning by the arrival of Ken and Chloe,
they look a little disappointed to see other visitors and it is obvious
that Sherry has told them nothing about the Fields', only asked them to
come over. While they sit down at the table, Sherry rises to put the
kettle on and the boys are ordered to bring their glasses for refills.
When they would go back to their Lego the boys are ordered to remain,
Sherry telling them ,"I think this should include you two. Brendan, you
said things you shouldn't have and Mike, you've heard things you can't
repeat."
As they sit at the far end of the table their expressions turn serious,
matching the mood of everybody else at the table. At the same time a look
of comprehension appears on Ken face. He looks a question at me and I nod,
then shake my head as he opens his mouth to speak.
When the kettle boils, Sherry and I rise to deal with it and Ken follows,
however, when he tries to talk, both Sherry and I tell him to wait. We
return to the table with drinks and another plate of cake, tapping the boys
on the wrist when they bounce from their seats and make a grab for some.
When we sit back down, Chloe take a seat in my lap and Mara in Ken's. The
boys instead of returning to their own seats, seat themselves on their
mother's knees.
Everybody looks expectantly at Sherry and she sighs, pausing for a moment
to gather her thoughts. "O.K.," she begins, "I think everyone, except Mike
has a fair idea of what's going on. A little earlier today Mike and
Brendan came into the house just as Geoff, Mara and I were coming out of
the shower. That in itself wouldn't have been a problem, except Mara
didn't have a towel and Brendan wanted to see what made Mara not a virgin
and tried to justify being allowed to look by telling us that he already
touched his mother's vagina and that Pixie even licked her Daddy's penis."
Poor Brendan seems to shrink into himself, as everybody looks at him and
his mother gives an exasperated cry of "Brendan!"
"When I saw they didn't have any clothes on, I thought they were doing
things too." Brendan tries to explain.
"His weren't the only loose words." Sherry continues, "Mara corrected Steve
when he counted up how many girls Geoff was fooling around with and Barb
easily worked out that the fourth girl could only be Chloe. Now somehow or
other, we've got to convince our blabbermouth kids that, even if they think
it's all right to tell somebody, they shouldn't until they speak to one of
us adults first.
"Do you understand what I'm saying kids?" she asks looking at each in turn.
All except Mike nod, he just looks confused and says, "I don't know Mummy."
"Of course you don't Honey. What I mean is, we're going to talk about some
things today, that are very special secrets and you can't tell them to
anybody, not even Daddy, unless I say you can. It doesn't matter what they
say, even if they tell you the same sort of secrets, you can't say
anything, because if you do, we could all get into a lot of trouble." To
the adults at the table she says, "I didn't mean for Mike to get involved
until he was older."
"O.K. Chloe, you're at Wendy's house at a party and her daddy gets you to
sit on his knee, he squeezes your leg and tells you he likes your sexy
dress. What are you going to do?"
"Push his hand off and get off his knee." she replies.
"What if he won't let you go?"
"I'll yell."
"O.K. that's good. Mara the party's over and everybody's going home.
Wendy asks you to stay and play some special games, that make you feel
really good, with her and her mummy and daddy. Are you going to stay?"
"Are you picking me up?" Mara asks.
"Why? What difference does it make?"
"If you're there I can ask you if I can stay." Mara explains, adding with a
grin, "Wendy's daddy is really cute."
"What if I'm not there?"
"I'd pretend I didn't know what she meant and come home and tell you all
about it."
"Well we know Pixie checks with her daddy before she'll say anything. So
Brendan? You go to see Christopher and nobody comes to the door when you
knock, but the door's open, so you go in. You hear some noises from his
bedroom and when you look in, you see Christopher kissing his big sister
between the legs. What do you do?"
"Go home and tell Mummy." he says.
"O.K." I put in, "Now what if they see you and ask you to keep it a
secret?"
"Uh," he seems stuck for a moment, but when he does answer his response is
very sure "I don't tell ANYBODY."
"Brilliant!" I say, "That's right if they ASK you to keep a secret, you
keep it. But," I continue, "if they try to force you not to say anything,
maybe by saying something bad will happen to you if you tell, then you say
'O.K.' then come home as soon as you can and tell. Now can anybody tell me
why?"
Surprisingly it's Pixie who answers, "'cause it's bad to make peepul do
fings."
"But what if I tried to MAKE you take your medicine?" I ask her.
"Vat's dif'ent." she answers.
Suddenly Mike, who has been very quite asks, "Does Christopher kiss
Kerrie's privates? Yuck!"
Sherry laughs, "I have absolutely no idea Honey, those were just tricky
questions to see if you kids knew the answers. Christopher probably thinks
it's just as yucky as you do."
"I know." he chirps brightly, "I'll ask him."
"NO!" nine pairs of lips say simultaneously and Sherry continues, "You
can't say anything about that sort of thing, ever, or you'll get people in
trouble."
"O.K. He agrees. "But I don't unnerstand."
"It's all right Honey I'll explain some more later." Sherry reassures him.
She then rounds on Steve, "I believe you were going to tell us how long
Pixie's been sucking your cock."
Steve and Barb exchange glances and it is Barb who begins to tell their
tale. "I guess I should tell this, after all it's nearly all my fault.
Sherry knows part of the story but I'll tell that part anyway, because it's
sort of behind the rest."
"It all started when Steve got me pregnant when I was thirteen and he was
eighteen. We lived on neighbouring properties and because my little
brothers were so much younger than me and his brother had already left home
we sort of ended up keeping each other company.
"Mum and Dad were really conservative and total prudes. Cripes, when the
bull got put to the cows they'd lock me in the house and the one time I saw
a stallion mount a mare and asked mum about it, she scrubbed my mouth out
with soap.
"When I was twelve, I got my first period and the only thing Mum would say
was, it was a curse put on women and I just had to put up with it for the
next thirty years or so. Can you believe it in this day and age my mother
still believed that old shit. Anyway she showed me what to do and told me
never to speak about it again.
"Ha! The first thing I did, was saddle up my horse and go over to Steve's
place. He was the only one there, so I told him all about it and showed
him where I was bleeding." Suddenly she giggles, "The poor bastard didn't
know whether to throw up or crack a fat. In the end he just got very red
in the face and stammered that I shouldn't be showing him that.
"When I asked him why not, still with my jeans around my ankles and the
front of my bloomers, yes bloomers, pulled down to show him my hairless
little crack, the poor boy just got redder and even more tongue tied. He
was sitting on the floor of his room and he had his knees pulled up to his
chest. He tried to look everywhere but at my little pussy, but his eyes
kept on turning back to it. In the end he put his head on his knees and
begged me to pull my jeans back up.
"I did, and asked him again why I shouldn't show him. At first he wouldn't
tell me, but I kept on pestering him and eventually he gave in and made me
promise never to tell my mum and dad because they'd kill him. As if I
would, I knew this probably had to have something to do with what the
horses were doing when I was ten, and I figured I'd get worse than a
mouthful of soap if I told them about this.
"I was right. He told me that when a boy saw a girl between her legs, it
made his dong get stiff and hard and that was uncomfortable. 'Why? What's
a dong?' I asked him and he asked me if I've ever seen what a bull does
with a cow. I told him no and asked if it was like when a horse got on top
of another horse and put his thing in her bottom. Yeah, I was that
ignorant.
"'Sort of,' he said, 'that thing is his dong, but it goes in her pussy not
her bottom.' Well this totally confused me, I hadn't seen a cat on either
of the horses, and when I said this, it totally cracked him up. Finally he
recovers enough to explain that a pussy is just a slang term for a vagina.
I still wasn't any wiser but I didn't want him to think I was totally
stupid so I didn't say anything and I said I was sorry, because it must
really hurt if I made his dong get as big as the horse's inside his pants.
"Well that cracked him up again and it was nearly five minutes before he
could say that people weren't that big. I was feeling so stupid by then
that I just started to cry.
"Finally he got me calmed down enough to tell him what was wrong and I told
him I was so stupid because I didn't know anything and would he tell me
everything about what the horses were doing and what a dong and a vagina
were. So he did. He didn't know much about periods, but he told me about
how sperm came out of a dong when it was stiff and fertilises an egg inside
a mare or cow or woman and that was how babies were made.
"When he was finished, I just stood up and took my jeans and bloomers right
off and asked him to show me where my vagina was. I didn't mean anything
by it, I was just curious. Well he was embarrassed all over again, but I
wouldn't take no for an answer, so he went and got a face washer and a
small mirror from the bathroom. He cleaned me up and gave me the mirror to
hold while he showed me. It was a shaving mirror, so I could see
everything really clearly. His hands were really shaking as he used one to
spread my pussy lips and the other to point at the hole that was my vagina.
"I then asked him to show me his dong, but her wouldn't. Because it was
only curiosity that made me ask, I didn't really press him. After all, I
figured, it would look pretty much like the horse's. He told me to put my
pants back on and took everything back to the bathroom.
"He was gone so long, that I went to see where he'd gotten to. I met him
just as he was coming out of the bathroom and when he saw me he got really
red again. I asked what he was doing and he just got redder and asked if I
wanted to feed the joey (baby kangaroo) they were rearing. Of course I did
and I forgot all about why he took so long in the bathroom. Later I found
out what he had been doing and why it took so long. How many times was it
Dear?"
Steve blushes and answers, "Three. The first one I barely got my cock out
of my pants before I sprayed cum all over the floor and I had to jack off
twice more before it'd go down."
"Anyway," Barb continues, "We fed the joey and then I got back on my horse
and went home. On the ride back, I started to think about how it sort of
felt good when Steve's fingers shook as he touched me. Then I noticed that
the saddle felt good between my legs and I started to rock backwards and
forwards. When the front of my pussy touched the saddle tree it felt even
better so I shifted forwards in the saddle and boy did that feel good.
"By the time I got home, I was really hot and bothered and my pussy felt so
wet, I thought the pad Mum gave me must be full of blood. I was really
surprised that there wasn't much more blood than there was, it just looked
like I'd put it under a tap or something, so I changed it and forgot all
about it while I fed the chooks.
"Later that night when I had my shower, I discovered it felt good when I
cleaned my pussy especially around the little lump at the top, but I
couldn't stay in there too long, because we were running low on water. So
I got out and went to bed.
"It was a few days before I could get out to see Steve again and by then my
period was finished. His parent were home, so I asked him to come riding
with me. I took the lead and it wasn't till we were nearly there, that he
realised I was taking him to and old stockman's hut that was only used to
store wire for fixing fences. He guessed that I wanted to pick up where we
left off the other day and he started to protest, but it was pretty half
hearted. He told me later that he'd spent those three days alternately
kicking himself for passing up such a golden opportunity and kicking
himself for thinking about taking advantage of me.
"When we got there, we loosened the horses girths and tied them to a rail
then went inside. By the time he got the door shut, I had my jeans halfway
down and he just stopped dead when he turned around and saw me. As I
finished taking my pants off I innocently chattered away about how good it
felt when I rubbed on the saddle and when I rubbed this little bump. I
stood up and pulled my crack open and pointed it out.
"He kept on trying to say something but he couldn't make his mouth work and
I saw this big bulge grow in his pants. Again I asked to see it and this
time, it didn't take much coaxing from me before he undid his belt and
pushed his pants down to his ankles. Inside his jocks I could see a bulge
and as I watched, it straightened out till I saw a pink thing sticking out
above his waistband.
"He took a deep breath and shoved his jocks down and when he stood up I
could see his dong sticking straight up with a sack hanging underneath it.
I didn't have anything to compare it to except the horse's but I did wonder
out loud how could it fit in the little hole he showed me. He told me that
it would stretch and reminded me that was where babies came out. I asked
If I could get a closer look and he nodded, so I went over to him and got
down on my knees.
"I look at it from all sides, it stuck out of this patch of curly hair and
I could see veins on it and a fat purple knob on the end. There was a
little slit on top and a drop of clear liquid was oozing out of it. I
asked if that was sperm and he said no sperm looked like cream, that was
just some slippery stuff.
"I then asked if I could touch it. He nodded again and I poked it with my
finger. It felt hot and really hard but soft on the outside. He gasped
and I asked if that hurt. He said 'no', so I touched it again and ran my
finger down it and prodded the sack, then held it in my and squeezed. That
did hurt and he told me how sensitive a boys balls were, so I felt them
really carefully after that.
"He was breathing really funny by then and when I wrapped my fingers around
his dong to see what that felt like, he took a really deep breath and held
it. It felt really strange, it was very hot and felt like it had a piece
of broom handle inside, but the outside sort of felt like velvet, you know,
like how velvet feels when you crush it.
"While I held it, I used my other hand to touch the knob on top and I felt
the clear stuff coming out of the end. It really was slippery and it made
my finger skid over the end of his dong. He gasped again and pulled his
hips back and that made the skin where I was holding him in my other hand
slide over the inside. That felt really cool so I started to slide that
hand up and down while I rubbed the slippery stuff all over the purple
knob.
"He started say some thing but all he managed was 'Stop. I'm gonna' and it
happened, a big white jet squirted out of the end and hit me in the middle
of my forehead, I was so surprised that I opened my mouth and the next
squirt went right inside. I got out of the way of the rest and he put his
hand over mine and slid it up and down his dong till he stopped squirting
and the rest just oozed down over our fingers.
"'Wow' he said, 'That felt better than when I do it.' Suddenly he noticed
the sperm on my face and lips and started to apologise. By then the taste
of his sperm had registered in my mind and I decide I liked it. A lot. So
I licked my lips and pulled my hand out from under his. As soon as I
started to lick my fingers clean his apologies stopped dead and he just
looked at me and when I grabbed his hand to lick that he sort of swayed and
nearly fell over.
"When I finished his fingers I looked at his dong. It was smaller and it
didn't stand up straight any more but was pointing straight at me. I could
see sperm all over the knob and there was a big drop about to fall off the
tip. All I can remember thinking was I couldn't waste that yummy sperm, so
I stuck my tongue out and licked it up, then sucked the whole thing into my
mouth. He gasped so loud that I really thought I hurt him and I would have
pulled back if he hadn't grabbed my head and held it there.
"Inside my mouth I could feel his dong getting bigger and bigger till it
started to push my head back and I coughed. Straight away he let go and
pulled his dong out of my mouth and started to apologise again. I told him
it was all right and he asked how I could do something like that.
"'Because it tasted really good.' I said, 'Can I have some more?' he nodded
and I stuck his dong straight back in my mouth and started sucking on it
like a baby. He let me do that for a little while then started to tell me
other things to do, like lick the end and move my lips up and down the
shaft. A couple of minutes later felt the knob get bigger and even harder
and then he groaned and the knob pulsed and he squirted right into my
mouth. That time I got it all and I kept on sucking till he was completely
soft.
"When I let it slip out of my mouth and looked at I had to giggle, it
looked like a little grub and it was so tiny compared to the big stiff
thing I had seen before.
"I then asked if he wanted to look at my pussy and touch it. He said 'Yes'
and helped me stand up while he knelt down. I held my pussy open for him,
but it was really awkward, so he told me to wait. He pulled his pants up
and went outside.
"He came back a few minutes later with the horse blankets and laid them on
the floor. I didn't want to get my shirt and bra dirty, so I took them off
and hung them on a nail. I started to lay down, but he stopped me because
he wanted to look at my tits. Even then they were pretty big and when he
put his hands over them they filled his hands. As he gently squeezed and
rubbed them it felt really good and made my pussy feel tingly. I felt
something wet start to run down my leg and I was scared it was my period
starting up again. I told Steve that, so he took his hands away and we
looked.
"It wasn't blood and when Steve felt it he said, 'It looks like you make
slippery stuff too.' He then helped me to lie down on the blankets and
knelt down between my knees. It felt so good when he touched my bare
little pussy with his fingers and spread the lips apart so he could see
inside. He rubbed all over the inside of my pussy and pushed a finger all
the way into my vagina. I guess a saddle must have got my cherry, because
it didn't hurt.
"He didn't seem know what he was doing, so I told him the bump at the front
felt really good when I touched. When he touched it, it felt so much
better that I squealed. He thought he hurt me and stopped, so I yelled at
him to do it again. Once he knew that I liked it, he rubbed my bump again.
When my clit got stiff and poked out of it hood, it got too sensitive for
his finger and I told him. After that he sort of twiddled with the hood
and poked around inside my vagina.
"I just kept on feeling better and better till I thought I couldn't stand
it any more and then it happened. Suddenly it felt so good I thought I'd
die and I didn't care if I did. It was like somebody had set off a camera
flash inside my head. I don't remember much except that, but Steve told me
later I was screaming so loud he was scared the horses would break loose
and run off. He thought he was hurting me, but I had hold of his wrist so
tight he couldn't pull it away and I was jamming my pussy up against it.
"When it stopped, I just lay there with my eyes closed and moaned. I felt
him pull his hand away and I opened my eyes to look. He was looking really
close at his fingers and sniffing them. I dared him to lick it and he did.
"But it wasn't his hand that he licked, it was my pussy. He just bent over
and stuck his tongue into my vagina and then licked up the crack to my
clit. Wow! I'd thought his fingers felt good but this was better, much,
much better. I grabbed his ears and started to scream 'Lick it, lick my
pussy.' over and over again.
"This time it was like the camera kept on taking picture after picture. I
don't know how many times I came and then the next thing I remembered was
Steve shaking my shoulder and asking if I was all right. I opened my eyes
and he was bending over me and looking really scared. I told him I felt
wonderful and he smiled and started to rub his ears. I looked at them and
they were really red and I said I was sorry. He grinned and said it was
worth it.
"suddenly we were both laughing and we couldn't stop. We'd nearly do it
then we'd look at each other and start all over again. Finally though we
did stop and Steve sat up and pulled me up to hug me. It felt so good just
to be cuddled like my parents never did and I looked up to thank him. Well
he didn't give me a chance, he bent over and gave me my first real kiss.
"That's right, arse about, backwards. First I suck his cock then he licks
my pussy and THEN we kiss. His lips tasted really good, but I was so
ignorant that it was nearly a month, before I realised I was tasting
myself.
"By then it was getting late so Steve helped me to clean up a bit with some
water from the tank outside. Then I got dressed while he saddled the
horses back up. When I got home I was late to do the chooks, and Mum
wouldn't let me go riding for two weeks. I was upset that I couldn't see
Steve and at night I'd comfort myself by rubbing my pussy while I pretended
Steve was doing it.
"The first time I did it, I didn't think about all the noise I was making
and Mum came into the room because she thought I was having a bad dream.
Luckily I'd finished and when she got there she told me I'd have to stop
eating before bed if it happened again.
"Well it did happen again and again, every night, but she never heard
because I stuffed a hankie in my mouth. It did feel good, but it wasn't
the same as when Steve did it and I couldn't wait till the two weeks were
up.
"Finally they were and as soon as my work for the morning was finished, I
saddled up a horse and cantered all the way over to his place with my pussy
pressed against the saddle tree. Lucky for me his parents weren't there,
because I could hardly walk from all the orgasms I'd had on the way over.
"Steve heard me ride up and came outside. He had to help me out of the
saddle I was so wobbly and he was nearly carrying me as he helped me inside
and led me to the couch. He went outside and took my horse's saddle off.
"When he came back inside, I asked him how long his parents were gone for
and he said the rest of the day. Immediately I ran into his bedroom and
started to take my clothes off. I was so quick that he was still taking
his boots off and I ripped all the buttons off his shirt, I was so
impatient to get him undressed.
"Finally I could see what I wanted, and I didn't give him time to get his
pants off before I pushed him onto the bed and started to suck his cock. A
minute later he filled my mouth with his sperm and I let him finish getting
his pants off.
"When he stood up I was lying on his bed, with my legs spread and my hands
holding my pussy open for him. He got the message and stuck his tongue
where I so desperately wanted it. Because of my practicing with my
fingers, I was able to tell him what felt good and I got him to use his
fingers inside my vagina while he licked me at the same time and when I
came, it felt even better because I had something to squeeze on.
"After I came, he crawled up and lay down on his side next to me and we
started kissing. After a few minutes, I could feel his dong getting hard
and pressing into my hip. I pushed him over onto his back and sat on top
of him, rubbing my pussy backwards and forwards over his dong. It started
to feel good all over again and I guessed that it felt good for him because
he started pushing his hips up and down.
"As I was rubbing my pussy on his cock I started to wonder what it would
feel like inside me. I told him I wanted him to put his dong in my pussy
like the horses had done. At first he was scared he would hurt me, so I
told him I'd tell him if it hurt. After a bit more coaxing from me he
agreed and got off him and got down on my hands and knees. Hey, it was the
only way I knew how to do it.
"Well Steve was so horny he didn't bother to correct me and I got my first
fuck doggy style. He just knelt behind me and started to push his dong
into me. It did hurt a little bit in and achy stretchy sort of way, but
mostly it felt good and I pushed back against him. His dong felt much
bigger in my pussy than in my hand and I grunted a bit as it slowly slipped
into my little pussy.
"Finally I could feel his hairs tickling my bum and he was all the way
inside me. It felt so good, I was stuffed full and I groaned in
disappointment when he pulled out. I felt so empty. Then he pushed it
back in. I was still pretty tight but it moved a bit easier. Still, his
dong was pulling the lips of my pussy in a bit with it and my clit dragged
along his cock.
"Ohh boy, it felt so good, I started cumming straight away. Behind me
Steve was clenching his teeth and trying to hold off. He told me later he
knew a fuck should last longer than that and he made me giggle when he said
he was thinking of fucking my mother so he wouldn't cum. That made me
picture him kneeling behind the fat tub of lard that was my mother and then
I pictured my dad in the same position and I totally lost it. Dad looks
like one of those starving kids in Africa, all belly and pipe cleaners for
arms and legs. And the thought of Dad having to search through all those
rolls of fat to find Mum's pussy and then lifting his gut up to rest it on
Mum's fat arse while he fucked her, was too much for me. Steve ended up
having to chuck a glass of water over me to stop my hysterical giggles.
Then I had to do the same to him after I told him what was so funny."
"When are you going to do vat to me Daddy?" Pixie suddenly asks.
"Do what darling?"
"Put you donger in my pussy Daddy." she tells him, exasperated by his
apparent denseness.
"You're too little, I don't want to hurt you darling." Steve tries to
explain.
"I don't care." she declares, "I want you to fill my tummy with you're
sperms. Pleeeeese Daddy." tears begin to well up in her eyes.
"Oh shit, don't do that Pix."
"Why Daddy?" The tears are streaming down her cheeks and then she goes for
the crotch shot. "Don't you love me any more?" No bawling, just broken
hearted little girl.
Steve really does look like someone has kicked him in the balls, his face
is ashen and he cringes like a beaten puppy. "You're going to hurt her
either way." his wife tells him, "But the sting of a busted cherry will go
away."
Steve sighs, "O.K. darling, Daddy's going to fuck you."
"Now Daddy?" The tears are instantly gone, and she squirms excitedly in
his lap.
"After Mummy finishes her story." Steve tells his daughter and I believe
I'm the only one to see the sly little smile that flickers across Pixie's
lips.
"Anyway, back to my fuck. Steve managed to hold out through my first
orgasm with his dong in me and another two before my clenching little pussy
got too much for him and he sprayed his sperm inside me. Then he collapsed
on top of me and knock me down. It felt so good that I didn't object to
his weight, even though it was a bit hard to breath. Finally his dong
shrunk enough to fall out of me and then I asked him to get off.
"He apologised and I told him not to be silly because it felt good till his
dong fell out. We cuddled and kissed for a while and he told me we could
do it other ways than like animals. Of course I wanted to try them
straight away. He wasn't very hard so I sucked him till he was and then
asked him what to do. He got me to lie down on my back and he got between
my legs and we did it that way.
"In all, we fucked four times that first day. I think the best was when I
sat on top of him, because we could both play with my clit. Or maybe it
was just because it was the last time and he lasted nearly half an hour
before he squirted inside me.
"Finally, no mater how I sucked him he wouldn't get hard and we gave up.
It was only then, that we noticed the mess we had made of his bed. The
bedspread was absolutely saturated with sperm and pussy juice. We pulled
it off and washed it, luckily it was a hot day and it dried before his
parents got home. After that we always put a couple of towels under us
when we used his bed. We had a shower together and I was able to suck one
last little dribble of sperm from his balls and then I had to get home.
"After that we usually managed to fuck, or at least get each other off with
our hands, once or twice a week for the next eighteen months or so. Then
one day my period didn't come around on time. I was too scared to say
anything to anybody, even Steve. Then I missed another period and I was
absolutely terrified. This time I told Steve and we started to make all
sorts of wild plans about him getting a job somewhere and me moving in with
him.
"Unfortunately Mum counted up and worked out that I hadn't used any pads
for two months and that was it. She started screaming and yelling and
called me every name under the sun. She dragged me off to the doctor and
had a test done and that confirmed it, I was well and truly pregnant.
"Because Mum was so hysterical, the doctor made her wait outside while she
had a talk with me. I asked her how I got pregnant when we had always been
so careful never to have sex during my period and that was when I found out
that Steve had been wrong. You see, he thought that you could only get
pregnant if you had sex during your period. And so, because of
embarrassment and misunderstanding when Steve's dad had 'that little talk'
with him and because Mum was so hung up on sex, I was pregnant.
"The doctor asked me how long we had been having sex and who started it.
Then she asked if I'd told anyone who the father was yet and I said no, but
everybody knew. That's when she told me about statutory rape and hearsay
evidence and that if my boyfriend and I didn't tell, it didn't matter what
everybody else KNEW, they had to prove it. She was really nice she even
let me use her phone so I could ring Steve and warn him not to say
anything.
"When Mum came back in she started ranting and raving all over again and
the doctor said that if she didn't calm down that community services would
probably take all her kids away. It was an empty threat but it sure scared
Mum. The doctor wrote down some instructions for me and Mum took me home
and called the cops.
"They came around and Mum started her screaming and yelling all over again,
demanding that they go and arrest Steve and bring him back here first so
she could let him have it. The cops calmly listened to everything that Mum
had to say and asked me if Steve was the father of the baby. I just told
them the baby was mine whenever they or Mum asked. In the end the cops
said they couldn't do anything unless I admitted who the father was. When
Mum said she'd make me tell, the WPC got very cold and said that from then
on, she and community services would be checking up with me and if there
was any evidence that Mum had forced me to do anything, she'd be the one in
court.
"The WPC spoke with me alone for a few minutes and told me that she was
sorry I had to stay with my mother but the alternatives were usually worse,
unless things got really bad at home. She then gave me a card with her
name and the phone number of the police station on it, she wrote her own
number on it too and told me to call any time of the day or the night if I
had any problems.
"Mum was a bit calmer when community services came around, because of what
the doctor said. They said the same things as the police, if I wouldn't
tell, then there was nothing they could do. I had another private talk and
got another card with phone numbers on it.
"The next two weeks were pretty bad. My chickenshit dad spent the whole
time fixing fences that had needed fixing for years and Mum kept on trying
to trick me into saying it was Steve. She kept on making phone calls to
his place until they had the number changed and in the end I got her to
leave me alone by threatening to say it was Dad's baby. I think the only
reason she didn't hit me then, was because somebody from community services
was coming around the next day.
"After that we just ignored each other, she fed me and did my washing and I
did my jobs around the place until I got too big. I didn't care though
because I had Steve's baby. The worst thing was, Mum wouldn't let me go
anywhere near his place and he didn't dare come near me. So for the next
two years we could only talk on the phone when Mum had to take something to
dad and I could steal a few minutes. Occasionally the WPC would visit and
she would take a letter for me and bring me any that Steve mailed to her
for me.
"Finally Brendan was born and social security started to pay me a pension
and child support. I started to pay board and refused to let Mum have
anything at all to do with Brendan. Her idea was to adopt him and then
pretend that I'd never had a baby, but I was having none of that. I washed
all of his nappies, did all his feeds, everything. I wouldn't even let her
drive us to the clinic or buy his food, I used to pay our other neighbour
to drive me into town when they went shopping. In the whole two years I
remained with my parents I think Dad drove us in once when Brendan had a
fever.
"Then one day about two months before I turned sixteen, Dad broke his arm
and Mum had to drive him into town. My little brothers were at school (I'd
had school of the air since before Brendan was born.) so as soon as they
left I took Brendan with me to see his father for the first time.
"Steve's parents were really cool. His dad kept on apologising for
stuffing up his birds and the bees talk with Steve, until finally I told
him, 'Shut up, here's your grandson.' They didn't even say anything when I
grabbed Steve's hand and dragged him into his bedroom. I guess they
figured that, if our relationship had survived that previous two years it
was a solid one. We fucked up a storm, I screamed and I yelled and tore
his back to ribbons with my fingernails. It was so good, that I vowed that
I was not going to go without sex again.
"When we came out of his room, Brendan looked very solemnly at me, but my
smile reassured him that I was happier than he'd ever seen me. Steve's
parents just grinned at us and said they hoped I'd do a better job of
explaining all the noise to Brendan than they'd done with Steve.
"When his mother saw how carefully Steve leant back in his chair she went
over and made him stand up and turn around. His back looked like I'd
whipped him, blood was soaking though in stripes right across his shoulders
and all the way down his back. 'You obviously needed that bad.' She said
to me as she told Steve to go and wait for her in the bathroom.
"Brendan just decided that if nobody else was worried about Steve's wounds
then he wouldn't either and asked his grandfather for another horsey ride.
So Steve's dad got down on his knees and played the bucking bronco for his
grandson.
"It was getting on when Steve returned, so I kissed him a tearful goodbye
and went home. Mum was waiting for me, but before she could get warmed up,
I told her she'd regret it, if she said one more word. She took me at my
word and we didn't say a single word to each other for the next two weeks.
"We did a good job, Steve and I, that day. So I just packed my bags and
walked out into the kitchen and said the last words I ever spoke to her.
'Mum I'm pregnant and I'm moving out.'. I picked up the phone and rang
Steve and asked him to bring the ute. He asked what was wrong and I told
him that I was pregnant and I wanted to move into town. He told me not to
be stupid I was coming home with him. I heard him speaking with somebody
telling them what I said and he tells me 'Mum says you're coming here too.'
"Ten minutes later he pulled up out the front and we loaded everything of
mine and Brendan's into the back. The whole time Mum watched like a hawk
to make sure I didn't take anything that wasn't mine. As I got in the cab
Mum said her last words to me. 'Good riddance you slut.' Steve wanted to
make an issue of it but I told him to get out of there.
"I'd barely gotten my stuff moved into the spare room at Steve's place when
a caseworker from community services arrived. That vindictive bitch of a
mother was trying to get Steve into trouble. The caseworker wanted to make
an issue of my moving in here, saying I was admitting the paternity by
moving in with Steve. Steve's parents pointed out I was moving into the
spare room and that proved nothing. Steve's mum then called the
caseworker's bluff and pointed out that there was nothing to stop me
leaving home at fifteen and by the time the paperwork was processed I'd be
sixteen anyway. She didn't say I'd no longer be jail bait, but the
caseworker knew that's what was meant. After that the caseworker gave up
and left.
"On my sixteenth birthday Steve gave me an engagement ring and I moved into
his room. However it was another two years before we got married, because
Mum refused to give her permission, saying she didn't have a daughter.
Steve's dad helped Steve get a job here in town and just before Pixie was
born we found a place of our own to rent.
"About a year later, Steve's parents sold the cattle station and bought up
a place to retire here in town. Then a week after I turned eighteen we got
married, with our own ready made page boy and flower girl and we found out
Steve's parents had bought this place as well as their own. Their wedding
present to us was to give us a mortgage on this place at well below the
rates a bank would charge.
"We didn't have a honeymoon. Why should we? We had our own more or less
private beach right at our door. And that was when things started with our
kids. On our wedding night. Pixie woke up a little scared because of the
new house and she woke Brendan. The two of them then walked in on us, just
as we were consummating our marriage and christening the house.
"We were a little surprised when Brendan announced their presence by asking
what we were doing. I climbed off Steve, shit, I jumped, and I was about
to yell at them when I thought of my mother. No way was I going to be like
her.
"So I lifted Pixie up onto the bed and sat her in my lap. Her nappy was
wet and her plastics were leaking a bit, so I undressed her and sent
Brendan to get a wet face washer and a towel. When he came back, he'd
taken his pyjamas off, because, if everybody else was naked he didn't see
any reason not to be either.
"Steve and I leaned back against the headboard and the kids snuggled up
between us while we thought furiously about how to explain sex to an
eighteen month old toddler and a three and a half year old. In the end we
told them pretty much everything, explaining about sperm and eggs (Brendan
was very sceptical about the eggs) and how Steve put the sperm inside me
and the baby grew inside my tummy and came out when it was big enough.
"Of course Brendan wanted to know if we were going to have a baby and I had
to explain I was taking special medicine so I wouldn't. 'Why?' he asked.
(That word should never be taught to children.) So I explained that doing
the things that made babies was so much fun that we did them all the time
and I took the medicine so that we would only have a baby when we wanted
one.
"About then, Pixie grabbed Steve's cock in both hands and said 'soft,
why?'. Steve gently pried her fingers off and told her that she shouldn't
do that. She replied, 'Why? Wanna see.' and made another grab for it.
There was Steve holding his daughter's hands to keep them off his cock and
he looked at me as if to say 'How do I handle this?'
"I just shrugged and said 'Let her look, she'll forget about it soon
enough.' Steve let her hands go and straight away she took hold of it
again and started to examine his cock and balls. Of course as she moved
his cock around it started to get bigger and this absolutely fascinated
Pixie. She got closer and closer too it until her breath was tickling the
hair on his balls and he was hard enough to cut bricks without a bolster.
Suddenly she kissed it on the end and said 'Nice, Daddy big.' and Steve
almost lost it.
"I hadn't thought through my decision to let Pixie look at her father,
because the next thing I knew Brendan was trying to get my legs apart so he
could look at me. Steve laughed at my shocked look and reached over to
help his son pry my legs apart. I gave up. I scooted down in the bed a
bit and pulled my legs back so Brendan could have a good look.
"Much to Steve's relief Pixie abandoned his cock and got down beside her
brother and the two of them started to poke around inside my pussy.
Brendan kept on asking what all the different parts were called and except
for vagina I didn't have a clue.
"And that, Sherry, was the real reason I asked you all those questions that
got Steve and me started with you and Carl.
"Their touch was getting me very aroused and I started to get very wet.
Brendan asked if I was widdling and I explained that the wet stuff made my
vaginal slippery so Steve's cock would slide inside. Suddenly Pixie pushed
her whole hand and half her arm into my vagina so she could feel. Her
knuckles hit my G-spot and that was it, I came and I came hard. My pussy
clamped down on her hand and I would have kicked the kids, except Steve
grabbed my legs as I let go of them. Fortunately the kids were used to
hearing me scream as I came, even if this was the first time they'd seen
it, because Steve said it was one of the loudest he'd ever heard from me.
"When I recovered enough to take notice of my surroundings, Steve was
laughing and I asked him what was so funny. He told me that Pixie had said
my pussy had hugged her hand. That made me giggle too and I said I wanted
it to hug something else.
"Unfortunately Brendan had other ideas. He wanted to see what sperm looked
like and Pixie said 'Me too.'. Steve was going to jerk off for them but I
was feeling wicked as I said 'Let the kids do it.' I got Pixie to wrap her
hands around his cock and move them up and down and at the same time I got
Brendan to gently play with his father's balls. Once they got the idea,
they took turns to masturbate Steve.
"It only took a couple of minutes for Steve to cum, and as luck would have
it, Pixie was the one holding his cock when it happened. He came so hard,
he got the first shot in his face, right between the eyes. The next one
got him in the chin and the rest went onto his chest and stomach. The last
few dribbles coated Pixies fingers.
"I wasn't thinking too straight by then, I just leaned over and started to
clean Steve's cock with my mouth. I sucked it clean and licked my way up
to his chest and face. When I sat back, Pixie was finishing off licking
her hands clean. She looked straight at Steve and asked, 'More num-nums?'
"His face looked so shocked that I cracked up and it was a while before I
could explain that I took a while for Steve to make more sperm. I wanted
the kids to get back to sleep, so I called a halt and tried to send them
back to their room. They wouldn't have a bar of it, they were willing to
sleep, but they wanted to sleep with us. Giving in to the inevitable, we
pulled back the covers and let the kids wriggle in between us.
"Now Steve, why don't you tell everybody how you woke up the next morning?"
Steve looks at his wife and grins. "O.K. Well it was like this. I was
dreaming about the kids jerking me off and how good it felt, In my dream
Brendan started licking along my cock and Pixie started sucking and licking
the end.
"It felt so incredibly real and I was about to cum, when I realised it
wasn't a dream, they really were sucking and licking my cock. Before I
could stop them, or myself, I started to shoot off in Pixies mouth.
Instead of her spiting me out like I expected her to, she sucked even
harder and it was only when her mouth filled up that she let go. Only one
spurt hit her cheek before Brendan's mouth took her place and he got the
rest of my load.
"Both of them swallowed the mouthful of cum I'd given them, then Brendan
surprised me by licking the his baby sister's cheek clean. Neither one of
them had noticed that I was awake so I kept my eyes half shut to see what
they'd do next.
"Having given me a blow job, Brendan decided to see what it was like to get
one and he pulled Pixie's head down to his limp little prick. She showed
absolutely no reluctance to suck her brother's cock, so I didn't intervene,
but continued to watch. When Pixie sucked his prick into her mouth, he got
a very surprised look on his face, obviously this felt much better than his
hands and he let his eyes half close as he got a dreamy look on his face.
"I looked back down to where his cock was hardening in her mouth. Lord,
did I get a surprise, my little boy had a cock that would have put a ten
year old to shame. It was as long as my thumb and nearly as thick." Steve
holds up his hand with his thumb extended to illustrate. Watching them
really got me going and my cock grew until I was as hard as ever.
"It was obvious that Brendan was enjoying his first blow job and it wasn't
long before instinct took over and he started to move his hips back and
forth. He was fucking his baby sister's mouth and his hips were moving
faster and faster. He did not know what was happening, but he wanted it to
happen and his face was screwed up with the strain.
"I was about to intervene, because I was sure that he'd hurt himself
straining for a release that wouldn't come until he hit puberty, when he
proved me wrong, suddenly he stopped thrusting and I watched his hips jerk
as he climaxed. Pixie was disappointed that he didn't shoot but Brendan
reminded her that he was too young and she cheered up.
"Suddenly they noticed that I was stiff again and they both descended on
me. I decided it was time to 'wake up' or I wouldn't have anything to give
my new wife. As we hadn't properly consummated our marriage, that could
have been a problem.
"Just as Pixie grabbed my stiff cock I opened my eyes and lifted myself up
on my elbows. Both kids squeaked a bit in surprise and Pixie said, 'num-
nums nice. More Daddy?' I told her it was Mummy's turn and she was about
to wake Barb when I got this great idea and stopped her.
"Barb's a pretty heavy sleeper, so she didn't wake up when I pulled the bed
clothes the rest of the way off her and exposed her entire body. She was
lying on her back and her legs were slightly parted. I gently pulled her
legs a bit further apart and started to massage her pussy. She moaned a
bit but remained asleep and it wasn't long before she was wet enough for
what I had in mind.
"I told Pixie to suck her brother again, which she was happy to do, though
she was a little sorry that told her to stop as soon as he got hard. Next
I lifted him so he was on top of Barb and I held his cock to the entrance
to her pussy. From there, he knew just what to do and he started to pump
his hips back and forth. He slipped out a couple of times but soon got the
hang of it and I was able to sit back and watch my three year old son fuck
his mother.
"Barb started to wake up and she put her hands on Brendan's butt, thinking
it was me. Suddenly she realised the bum she was holding was way to small
and she could feel his breath on the underside of her tits instead of the
top of her head. Her eyes flew open and she jerked up onto her elbows to
look. Her movement dislodged Brendan and he looked up at her and asked,
'Why'd ya do that for Mummy?' as he pushed his cock back into her pussy.
"Barb was pretty wild eyed as she looked around and caught me grinning at
her. Once she figured out it was my idea she grinned back and started
thrusting her hips back at her little boy. Meanwhile I sat with Pixie in
my lap, my cock between her legs and pressing up between her tiny pussy
lips.
"It didn't take long for Barb to cum, and her cunt squeezing on his cock
set Brendan off. He then surprised me by resuming his humping as he
started fucking Barb all over again. Barb came again and then it was her
turn to be surprised as Brendan's thrusts got faster an faster then stopped
as he jerked on top of her. The thought of her little boy cumming was too
much for her and she came again.
"When she recovered her eyes opened wide in surprise, because Brendan was
still going strong. About two minutes later they came together again and
finally Brendan stopped. When she recovered Barb looked at me and said,
'Shit I never thought he'd be able to cum at his age, but he came twice
without stopping.' 'three time actually,' I said, 'you missed the first
one because you were cumming at the same time and about five minutes before
that he came when Pixie sucked him off.'
"She then said, 'Well if he can cum, why don't you see if Pixie can?' Shit
that surprised me and I asked 'You want me to fuck her? Shit, I'd split
her in half.' Barb told me not to be stupid but use my tongue.
"Pixie didn't really understand what was going on, but she soon caught on
when I lifted her up to my mouth and licked the length of he tiny crack.
She immediately spread her legs and giggled as she said, 'Nice Daddy.' She
was so light I was able to rest her legs on my shoulders while I held her
with my hands under her bottom and shoulders.
"She wriggled and squirmed so much that I nearly dropped her, so I lifted
her down and lay her on the bed. Barb showed her how to hold her legs back
while I lay down with my face about two inches from her little pussy. Then
I decided to have a proper look at her and pulled back a little. Even with
her legs pulled back like that, her baby pussy was nearly closed and I
could only just see a hint of pink within her tiny crack. Just below it
was her little pink bum hole.
"I'd often seen her like this before, but this was the first time I'd
looked at her in a sexual way and also the first time I hadn't just
finished cleaning up toxic waste. I took a good long look then I used my
fingers to pull her pussy lips apart. The inside was only a little pinker
than the rest of her skin and glistened with my spit. At the top of her
crack was a tiny little pink button, about the size of a grain of wheat and
at the bottom her little pussy hole didn't look big enough to admit a pipe
cleaner.
"By this time Pixie was getting impatient, and she said 'More lick me
Daddy.' Not wanting to disappoint my little elf, I stuck my tongue out and
dragged it from her little pink bottom hole to he belly button. I
surprised her so much she let her legs go and kicked me in the ear. 'More
Daddy.' she told me as she pulled her legs back again.
"For a few of minutes it looked like she was too young to have an orgasm.
Certainly she was enjoying what I was doing, squealing an wriggling so
much, that I had a hard time keeping my tongue where it belonged. I was
about to stop when suddenly she got very quiet and her movements became
less random. She started to push her hips at me when my tongue passed over
her tiny hole. I made my tongue stiff and tried to push it inside her and
I was surprised when her tiny vagina opened up enough for my tongue to slip
inside so the tip was able to touch her cherry.
"This let me know she wanted something inside her so I tried to push my
little finger into her as I licked at her little clit. Again I was
surprised, the tip of my finger actually slipped into her little hole until
I was ran into her hymen. I didn't want to hurt her so I stopped there,
while I continued to flick her clit with my tongue.
"A minute later she had her first orgasm, her little body went as stiff as
a board and I could feel her little vagina squeezing the tip of my finger
as she squealed with pleasure. I sat up and pulled my finger out of her
vagina when she finished cumming and a few seconds later she opened her
eyes and gave me a smile that just about had me crying for joy.
"The next thing I know, she leaped up and wrapped her arms about my neck
and said 'Again Daddy? That's nice.' as gave me a hug that nearly choked
me.
"By then Barb was so hot that she wanted me to fuck her right then, so we
compromised. I lay on my back with Pixie sitting on my face while Barb sat
on my cock and fucked me while Pixie and Brendan watched.
"Both Barb and I were so worked up that it only took her a minute to cum
and I was right there with her spraying so much cum into her hot pussy I
thought it'd come out her ears. Once Barb and I had finished our fuck I
was able to concentrate on Pixie and a couple of minutes later she had her
second orgasm.
"I lifted Pixie off my face onto the pillow beside me and Barb climbed off
me and lay down on the other side of Pixie. The two of us were cuddling
our little girl when I felt Brendan's tongue and lips on my cock, cleaning
up the mixture of mine and Barb's cums.
"Pixie heard my gasp and looked to see what had caused it. For a second it
looked like she was going to fight Brendan for my cock, then she must have
thought about where I'd just squirted my cum, because she wriggled from
between us and started to lick Barb's pussy.
"The sight of her doing this caused my cock to begin stirring and when she
pushed her hand in to scrape my cum out I got an instant hardon. Barb
wasn't in much better shape and a minute later we both came. Barb on
Pixie's arm and tongue and me in Brendan's mouth.
"We were both so exhausted by our cums that at first we didn't notice what
the kids were up too after they stopped playing with us and it was only
when Pixie squeaked in discomfort that we looked to see Brendan trying to
stick his big cock in her tiny pussy. We stopped them and explained that
Pixie was still too small to fuck and it would hurt her too much. They
were a little disappointed but Brendan agreed not to try fucking his sister
until we said it was O.K.
"It was only then, that it hit us and we started to think about what we had
done. Barb and I talked it over and came to the conclusion, that there was
no way it was going to stop without going to lengths that we were just not
prepared to consider. There was no way that we were going to bring up the
kids in the same climate of ignorance and fear that like we had been.
"And that folks is how our kids came to be sexually involved with us. I
hope you aren't too put off by the age at which they started"
"That's nothing." Sherry says, "Chloe here gave her first blow job when she
was only six months old and Ken popped her cherry before she was two.
Though it looks like Pixie's going to get her first proper fuck a year
earlier than she did."
Steve looks at Ken and asks, "Do you want to tell us about it?"
Ken is about to reply when Pixie pipes up, "You said you'd fuck me when
Mummy finished her story and I waited for you too."
We all laugh and Ken says, "Later. It looks like you have a job to do
first."
Steve laughs at this and lift and turns his daughter, so she is sitting on
the edge of the table facing him. "So sprout, are you ready to go home and
fuck your Daddy?" he asks.
"If you want Daddy," she replies, "but I fought we all played games." She
waves her arm encompassing everybody at the table.
Steve looks a little shocked at this and looks at his wife. She just looks
back and says, "If that's what she wants, why not? Besides the thought of
an audience for my little girl's first fuck is making me so hot, that I
want to take on every prick here."
Steve pokes his daughter in the belly, causing her to giggle, "O.K. sprout
if you want it, you got it."
Pixie squeals with delight and tries to take off her dress, a task made
harder by her sitting on the hem. Sherry speaks up at this point, asking,
"Wouldn't it be more comfortable on a bed?"
Pixie stops trying to struggle out of her frock and we all move into
Sherry's bedroom. Sherry and I are the last to enter the room and when we
do, Steve asks, "Is that what I think it is?" He points to the case
containing the video camera.
"It's a video camera." I tell him, "I hired it to make a few movies staring
Mara and Chloe."
"Well, would you mind taping this for us?" he asks, then adds, "I'll
replace the tape and it we'd love to have a permanent record of this."
"Shit!" I reply, "Forget the tape, just make sure you don't get a permanent
record FOR this."
"Not a hope, I'll make a case that'll erase any tapes inside it, if it's
not opened properly." Steve tells me.
He then starts muttering to himself about coils and power requirements
until Pixie, cries "Daddy!" bringing him out of his reverie.
"Sorry," he says and explains, "Electronics is a bit of a hobby and I was
working out what I'd need to make something like that."
Chapter 21 - MOVIE MOGULS.
"Daddy can we please fuck?" Pixie interrupts plaintively, reminding us of
the .task at hand.
"In just a minute darling," Steve says, "Geoff's going to make a movie of
us and he needs to set thing up."
"A movie!" Pixie shrieks, "With me in it, really and truly?"
"Yes, really and truly. Think you can wait?"
"Uh-huh." she replies, she then notices Chloe fumbling under her skirt.
"Hey Chloe, whatcha doin'?"
"Gettin' rid of these," Chloe holds up the pair of ben-wah balls Sherry
gave her and explains, "they're in the way."
Seeing the balls reminds Mara of the shopping trip, she dives on the
packages on the bed and asks, "Hey Mummy, whatcha get me?" Without waiting
for an answer, she begins to tear the packages open.
Sherry grabs one of the packages as Mara reaches for it, "That one's not
for you, it's for Katy and Lena."
Ignoring Mara and her explorations, I open the case and grab the manual for
the camera. A quick skim through tells me all I need to know and I start
taking things out of the case. In the case with the camera is a small high
power flood light which can be mounted on the camera, the instructions say
that with the light, battery life is reduced to ten minutes, so I set it up
to run off the mains and drop in a cassette.
Mara is playing around with something from one of the packages and I decide
to use her for a test subject. Firing up the flood and turning it on her,
brings the, to be expected, result. She looks directly at the camera and
speaks rather stiltedly, as she holds up a small triangular device with
straps. "See what my Mummy got for me at the shops."
I sigh and point to the 'record LED' next to the lens, "See this light,
you've got to wait for it to come on, because that means the camera is
working. O.K.?"
"O.K.," she replies, "can we try again?"
I lift the camera back to my eye and watch Mara through the viewfinder.
She is seated rather stiffly, with her hands in her lap, squinting a little
because of the flood she waits for the red light. When I start the camera
rolling, her face looses what little expression that remains and she
woodenly recites, "See what Mummy got for me at the shops. How
does it work Mummy?"
Sherry's acting is not much better as she moves into the picture and begins
to explain, her glance flicking between the camera, her daughter and the
object of interest, "It's a Venus butterfly Honey, you wear it inside your
knickers and it buzzes on your clit. You turn it on and off with this."
"Oh, can we try it Mummy?" Mara asks as she pulls her frock off,
maintaining eye contact with the camera till the last second and regaining
it as soon as the dress clears her head. Standing she keeps her eye on the
camera as she stoops and slips her knickers off.
Sherry straps the device on her daughter, tying the elastic straps at the
back to make it fit and flicks the switch on the control. Nothing happens
and flushing red she gets the battery from the packet and slips it into the
control box.
This time when Sherry activates the switch, a very faint hum can be heard
and the first real expression appears on Mara's face. Her eyes widen in
surprises and her mouth forms a little 'O'. Sinking to sit on the bed, her
eyes loose their lock with the camera and she looks down at the gently
humming device covering the top of her hairless little slit.
Concentrating on the feelings emanating from her clit, she now ignores the
camera and her fingers move to poke the plastic box at the junction of her
legs. She gasps at the change in sensations and one hand moves to rub her
nipples as the other slips further between her legs and she starts
massaging her pussy lips.
I start to experiment with the different functions of the camera, zooming
in for a tight shot of the expression on her face and then panning down her
body just in time to catch her fingers disappearing into her vagina. I
hear a click and the faint hum from the butterfly rises in pitch as Sherry
increases the power setting. I zoom back out until Mara's entire body is
framed in the viewfinder as she falls onto her back, moaning softly.
Mara's fingers are a blur, the heel of her hand constantly shifting the
mechanical masturbator on her clit. Sherry's voice suddenly intrudes from
off camera, "Just think Honey. Daddy's going to see this when he gets
home."
For a moment I curse her interference as Mara is reminded that her actions
are being recorded and she looks straight into the camera. However her
orgasm catches up with her, her eyes roll back in her head and she arches
clear of the bed as she squeals in pleasure. Loosing sight of her face I
tighten the shot until her wide spread feet are firmly planted on the bed
at the bottom of the frame and just above the centre, four fingers of her
right hand are deeply embedded in her vagina.
As her orgasm subsides and she falls back to the bed I zoom in on her face.
Her eyes are half lidded and her lips as slightly parted in post-orgasmic
repose. I can see her nostrils flaring with each shuddering breath she
takes.
Suddenly she remembers the camera and her eyes open wide as she once more
stares at the lens. Seeing this, I stop recording and kill the flood
before setting the camera on the table beside the bed.
I say, "We need to see how that went. I only get one take for the main
feature and I don't want to stuff it up."
I pop the tape from the camera and all of us move out into the lounge room.
I turn on the TV and push the tape into the VCR, rewinding it as the TV
warms up. As I sit down on the floor between Sherry's knees , Chloe, who
has been shadowing me, plonks herself in my lap, lifts her skirt and tucks
my fingers into her knickers.
I idly fondle Chloe's damp mound as I wait for the tape to finish rewinding
then press play on the remote as the tape comes to a halt. There is a few
seconds of snow, then the picture stabilises. We watch Mara's normally
mobile features stiffen and listen to hers and Sherry's stilted words.
Suddenly Mara's voice rings our, filled with dismay, "I sound an idiot!"
I turn to look at her and she has her face half turned to Ken's shoulder as
she watches the screen out of the corner of her eye. I turn back to the TV
and examine the picture critically. The close ups aren't too bad, but in
the wider shots, the areas outside the reach of the flood are dim and hard
to see.
We watch the short sequence through to the end, and I'm pleased to see that
where Mara looked into the camera, just before she came, actually looks
good, the blissful expression on her face easily recognisable. We can
actually see her labia alternate between red and white as she cums on her
hand.
As the picture dissolves into static, Steve comments, "Good camera work,
but We're going to need more light. I've got a few portable floodlights,
I'll get them and some patch cables so we can set up the TV as a monitor."
As he rises, I have a thought and turn to Barb. "You say you work in a
creche, do you by any chance have any teething gel at home?"
"I think so." she replies, adding, "That's not a bad idea, it should take
some of the sting out of having her hymen torn."
"And Steve can use it too," I say, "I once read about a bloke using it to
desensitise his cock so he'd last longer."
Sherry decides, that with all the extra light, my room in the centre of the
house should be used as the studio, and while Barb and Steve go to collect
things, she sends the kids out to play in the pool. Then she, Ken and I
start to rearrange the furniture, moving the wardrobe and dresser out into
Mike's room and shifting the bed into the middle of the floor.
As I was moving the wardrobe, I'd noticed something odd about the base and
once we had the room arranged to Sherry's liking, I go and investigate.
Tilting the wardrobe back against the wall, I feel underneath it, the air
space that should be there is all but missing. The wardrobe has a false
bottom.
I call Sherry and show her what I have found. She says "I didn't know that
was there. This wardrobe is Carl's, he brought it with him when we got
married. Now let's see what my husband has been hiding all these years."
We remove the boxes and piles of books that fill the bottom of the wardrobe
and begin a minute examination of the interior after a few minutes, Sherry
finds a knot in the timber that depresses but we can't find anything that
opens, the entire bottom is a single sheet of timber that is solidly fixed
in place.
As we continue our explorations, Steve comes up behind us and asks, "What
have you found?"
Turning to face him, Sherry rubs the back of her head, where she bumped it
and tells him, "Geoff found a secret compartment in the base of the
wardrobe, we've found the trigger but we can't find where it opens."
"Here let me look." Steve says. I move out of the way and Sherry shows him
the knot. Then she too gets out of the way as Steve runs his fingers
around the bottom of the wardrobe. Suddenly he cries, "Ah-ha!" He holds
the button in and slides his fingers under the bottom edge and slides out a
shallow drawer that is the full width and depth of the wardrobe.
Inside the drawer we see a number of Playboys and similar magazines from
the seventies. Sherry looks at us and wonders out loud, "Why on earth is
he hiding these? We've got much more interesting stuff, more or less out
in the open, in our room." She lifts them out to see what else is in the
drawer and underneath we find a lot of super eight movie reels and two
video cassettes. Each of the reels is marked with a date and the cassettes
are also dated in such a way that it is obvious that the films have been
compiled onto the tapes.
As Sherry is trying to puzzle these out I remove the last two items in the
drawer. A brown paper bag containing what feels like some more magazines
and a photo album.
I hand the bag to Steve and I'm about to open the album when Sherry speaks,
"These dates go from before I met Carl until just before our wedding. But
I still don't understand why they're hidden here."
I open the album and the answer is there, While I'm trying to pick my jaw
up, Steve says from behind me, "I think these might explain things."
Sherry looks and her jaw drops, her mouth works soundlessly for a few
seconds before she gets her voice under control. Incredulously she
exclaims, "That's his little sister Cheryl!"
She snatches the album from my hands and starts to flick through it. The
first page shows a photo series of a little girl about eight years old
stripping for the camera, the last one on the page showing her holding her
the lips of her bald little pussy open. On the next page is a similar set
showing Carl, at about sixteen, the last picture has him standing in
profile with an impressive hardon, almost as big as it is today, sticking
out from his groin at a forty five degree angle.
Barb and Ken come up behind us as Sherry continues to page through the
album. Barb's voice surprises us as she observes, "It looks like Carl's
got a dirty little secret. Somehow, I don't think Mara's going to have any
trouble seducing her Daddy. Or her grandad." She adds as Sherry turns the
page to reveal a six year old Cheryl sucking the huge cock of a man who
bears a passing resemblance to Carl.
Five dripping and naked children enter the room and Mara asks curiously,
"Whatcha doin' Mummy? Are you ready yet?"
Sherry answers, "Um, no, not yet. Geoff found something interesting, that
Daddy had hidden and we stopped to look at it."
"What is it Mummy, can I see?" Without waiting for permission Mara comes
over and looks over her mother's shoulder. "That's Grandad! Wow he's sure
got a big cock! Who's she?"
All the other kids crowd around us as Sherry answers, "That's your Auntie
Cheryl, when she was little, Honey." Her voice is a little distracted as
she is still coming to grips with her newfound knowledge about her husband.
"Wow Grandad and Auntie Cheryl did things together? Is Daddy in there?
Can I see? Does this mean Daddy wants to fuck me?" Mara excitedly
jabbers, running her questions together and not waiting for a response.
Sherry holds her hand up to still her excited daughter, "Yes, yes, yes and
yes I don't think there will be any problems getting Daddy to fuck you.
Why don't we look at this together while the men get the lights and things
set up?"
"O.K. Mummy." Mara answers. "What's in the bag?" she snatches all but the
forgotten paper bag from Steve's fingers and three slim magazines fall to
the floor. One of them lies open, revealing a full center spread. Twin
girls, about ten years old and two boys of about eleven and sixteen. The
sixteen year old is lying on his back with one of the twins impaled on his
cock, the other is on her hands and knees between the older boy's legs,
licking her sister's hairless cunny, and the younger boy is fucking the
kneeling girl from behind.
"Wow it's got pictures of kids fucking." Chloe snatches it up and starts
leafing through it. "I can't read the writing." she complains.
I look at one of the other magazines and discover that the printing is in
German. "It's in German." I inform her.
"But I want to know what it says." Chloe pouts.
"I wouldn't worry about it." Sherry says, "Make up your own story and if
these are anything like regular adult magazines, it'll be close enough."
Barb takes a seat on the floor beside Sherry and the kids crowd around
them. While Steve, Ken and I would like to continue looking at the
pictures, we decide that making our own would be even more fun, so we tear
ourselves away and head for the pile of equipment Steve has left by the
front door.
There are two five hundred watt quartz halogen floods and four one hundred
an fifty watt incandescents. There are also a number of portable dimmers
and several coiled extension cords. We carry these into my bedroom and
Steve comments, "We need to get these up near the ceiling or they'll
overload the camera." He then calls out, "Sherry, can we drill these
walls, so we can mount the lights?"
She yells back, "Yeah go for it, just don't make too big a mess."
"O.K., we won't." Steve replies. He then sends me down to the garage for
the stepladder. When I return he has out a cordless drill, a studfinder
and a packet of screws laid out on the bed. Setting up the ladder in the
corner, he finds a stud and mounts the first of the smaller floods.
Working quickly he mount the rest of the lights, the four smaller ones in
the corners and the larger two, on either side of the bed. He then wires
them together with the dimmers, taping the cords to the wall near the
ceiling with a single cord running down in one corner to a power point.
He switches them on and the room is flooded with light, the only shadows
being under the bed. Next we carry the TV and video recorder into the room
and set them up on a small table in the corner. Steve gets the patch
cables, which appear to be bought cables with long lengths of coax spliced
into them. He connects the camera and the VCR together and tapes the
cables into a neat bundle with the power cable, so that whoever is
operating the camera is able to move freely.
He switches the camera on and does something to the VCR and a picture of
the corner of the bed appears on the screen. Steve picks up the camera and
pans around the room, zooming in on my selfconsciously grinning face. He
mounts the camera on the tripod and makes a few minor adjustments to the
get the light even then calls "O.K. We're ready."
Mere seconds later the kids fly into the room and jump onto the bed. Only
marginally slower, Sherry and Barb are close behind them. For a few brief
moments, the kids wrestle on the bed, then one by one they come to a halt,
staring at themselves on the TV. Pixie's face is particularly funny as she
faces the camera, her eyes crossing as she tries to look at the screen at
the same time, finally she manages the feat and bursts into giggles as she
sees her expression.
"O.K.," I say, "That's something we have to fix. Kids, you can't look at
the camera or the TV like that, you've got to pretend it's not there.
Otherwise you'll look as silly as Mara did before, or Pixie did just now.
The same goes for when you speak, don't think about what you are going to
say, just say whatever comes into your head and look at whoever you are
speaking too, not the camera. You only look at the camera if you're saying
something to the people watching the movie."
Sherry then says, "Brendan, you wanted to see how Mara was different, now
that she's not a virgin." He nods and she continues, "Well why don't the
girls all lie down on the bed so we can see? We'll use the camera too and
that way you can all see just what you look like on the screen."
"But Geoff just said, don't look at the TV." Chloe says, a little confused.
"This is different," Sherry explains, "but you're right, normally you
don't."
Giggling, the three girls push the boys off the bed and lie back pulling
their knees into their armpits, Pixie between the two older girls. Steve
moves behind the camera and takes aim at the girls, getting all three in
the frame. Ken then surprises us by moving to sit next to his sister and
starting a fairly professional documentary style commentary.
"Here we have three young girls and they are going to show us, what makes a
girl a virgin. This is my little sister Chloe, she is seven years old and
I've been fucking her since she was five years old. As you..."
Steve calls, "Stop!", bringing Ken's commentary to a halt, "I want to
record this. Where did you learn that?"
Ken replies a little self consciously, "I do drama at school, my teacher
reckons I'm O.K."
"In that case you've just volunteered to be director and producer for this
little company." Steve tells him. He than loads a tape into the camera
and asks, "O.K. mister director, what do you want us to do?"
Ken swiftly gives instructions to Steve and all of the kids and takes a
seat on the corner of the bed with Brendan and Mike sitting in the middle
and the girls standing to one side.
Steve dismounts the camera from the tripod and lifts it to his eye. He
gets all three boys in the frame and begins recording. When the red light
comes on, Ken waits a few seconds and begins.
"Hi, I'm Ken and the boys with me are Brendan who is six years old and his
best friend Mike, who is five." The camera zooms in on Brendan's face as he
is introduced then pans to Mike before pulling back. "Earlier today, Mike
told Brendan that his sister, Mara, was no longer a virgin and Brendan
wanted to know how she was different to his little sister, Pixie.
"O.K. girls, why don't you come over here so they can see the difference?"
Giggling selfconsciously, the three girls move to stand beside Ken at the
foot of the bed and Ken pulls Chloe to stand between his knees. "This is
my little sister Chloe," the camera zooms in on her face then pans down her
body as Ken continues, "she is seven years old and I've been fucking her
since her fifth birthday."
Next he draws, Mara in to take Chloe's place between his knees. "This is
my little sister's best friend, Mara, she is Mike's sister and she is seven
years old too, but her birthday is net week. A few days ago, she had an
accident. She slipped and fell on a log and that tore her hymen, she is
waiting for her father to come home at the end of the week, so that he can
fuck her and take her virginity properly.
Finally Pixie moves between his knees, shouldering Mara out of the way,
"And this, impatient little one, is Pixie, she is only four years old.
Today she is going to give her virginity to her father, and that is why she
is so eager, she is in a hurry to get this over with so she can get fucked.
Ken then helps her to lie back on the bed between the two boys and they
lift and separate her legs, exposing her glistening vulva to the camera.
"As you can see her tiny little pussy is very tight and when I pull her
pussy lips apart you can see her hymen inside her pussy."
The other four children move their heads are close together over Pixie's
pussy and Ken has to pull Mara back a little as she is blocking the view.
Ken takes his hands away from the little twat and addresses the children
"Now kids, why don't you, one at a time, very gently feel her pussy? That
way, you can see what a little girls virgin pussy feels like. Mara, you're
the eldest, you go first."
Mara leans forwards, getting in the way of the camera again and Ken
unobtrusively guides her into a more suitable position. She extends her
hands and separates Pixies plump little pussy lips, slipping the tip of one
finger into the tiny vagina to feel the thin membrane blocking deeper
penetration. With another finger she explores the tiny pearl that is
already peeking from beneath it's protective hood.
Pixie is obviously enjoying the attention and cranes her neck in an attempt
to see better. However Mara's head blocks her view, so she turns to the TV
screen, giggling when she sees her baby mound being fondled by Mara's
gentle fingers. Mara has forgotten the camera and is now concentrating
solely on the immature little pussy between Pixie's chubby thighs.
Suddenly she lowers her head and licks the length of the Pixie's tight
slit. "Mmmm Pix! You taste good." she says and returns to licking.
Once more Ken's hands guide Mara into a more congenial position for the
camera and tucks an obscuring strand of hair behind her ears. Mara laps
away for a little while, then, just as Ken is about to intervene, Chloe
beats him to it, "Don't be a pig Mara, let someone else have a go." She
then tussles with her friend, trying to push her out of the way.
While they are wrestling over Pixies tiny body, Brendan takes advantage of
the situation and releasing the leg in his hand he moves beneath the
struggling pair and straight away begins kissing his little sister's smooth
mound. Immediately the two girls stop fighting and Chloe accuses Mara,
"Look what happened because of you."
"Me!" Mara cries back, "You started it."
"Well I'm next then." Chloe gives Brendan all of fifteen seconds before
tapping him on the shoulder, "My turn."
Reluctantly He gives up his place over his squirming sister and Chloe
begins to explore the virgin pussy with her fingers. She gently pinches an
pulls on the tiny clit and is rewarded by a little cry of, "Do it again."
from Pixie. Then with a dramatic flick of her head, she swirls her long
black tresses over one shoulder and carefully lowers her mouth to Pixie's
upthrust mound, her eyes are on Mara as she does this, as if to say 'see
I'm better than you'.
As Chloe goes down on his little sister, Brendan sits back and starts
playing with his rock hard cock. Idly I glance at the movement and look
back to where Chloe is exploring Pixie's cherry with her tongue. Suddenly
I realise what I just saw and jerk my head back to Brendan's groin.
'Shit!' I think, 'The little bugger's prick is damned near as big as Ken's'
Beside me I hear Barb's giggle at my reaction and then Sherry's gasp as she
too sees the piece of equipment between Brendan's legs.
Mara too, sees the disproportionately large piece of man meat and sees an
opportunity to upstage her friend. Being careful to keep out of the way of
the camera, she crawls to his side and pushes him onto his back, lowering
her lips to surround the, relatively massive shaft. Seeing the movement in
the corner of the viewfinder, Steve pans to them, just in time to catch
Mara's mouth covering the swollen glans of his son's cock.
With deliberate slowness, Mara slides her lips down Brendan's prick,
nudging his hand aside as she goes. As she nears the base we see her
larynx bob, as she takes him into her throat. Then noticing the camera is
on her, she puts her mother's lesson in giving head into practice and
starts bobbing up and down on Brendan's cock, releasing it from her lips
every few strokes to rub the spit slickened member over her face. She
looks like a professional porn actress as she swirls her tongue around the
spongy head then gobbles her way back down the shaft.
In less than thirty seconds Mara's voracious attack has it's inevitable
effect and Brendan's fingers tangle in her hair as he forces her lips down
to the base of his shaft and shudders with ecstasy. When he releases her,
she lifts her face clear of his still stiff shaft, and looks at Chloe. Her
challenging look saying, 'Ha! Beat that.'
Steve pans the camera back to the other children and pulls back to include
Ken in the shot. All other activity on the bed has stopped during Mara's
assault on Brendan's big prick and Ken takes the opportunity to speak.
"O.K. Mike it's your turn to look at Pixie."
Tentatively Mike reaches out and prods Pixie's pussy lips then jerks his
hand back, like he's been stung. "Yuck! It's got girl spit on it."
From off camera Sherry reassures him, "It's all right Mike, it won't hurt
you, that just makes it slippery and feel better. Now try again."
Once more Mike's hand moves into the frame, this time remaining in contact
with the smooth skin of Pixie's tiny pussy. "It's soft." he comments as he
rubs his fingers over the little girls mound, he then adds, "And it's hot
too." Becoming bolder in his explorations, he uses his other hand to hold
her puffy labia apart and slides a finger into the pink crease between
them. As his finger passes over her little clit, Pixie gasps and pushes
her hips up at him. Mike giggles at the reaction he has caused and pushes
her button again.
Again Sherry speaks, "Why don't you lick it Mike? Like everybody else did.
Pixie will really like that and you will too."
Mike gives his mother a dubious look but complies, slowly lowering his face
to Pixie's glistening mound. Stopping a few inches away he sniffs,
detecting nothing nasty, he closes the gap and takes a small exploratory
taste. For a few seconds he looks thoughtful as he tests the flavour. He
then takes a longer lick that extends from the tiny hole at the bottom to
the stiff little button at the top. Again he tests the flavour, then
having detected nothing noxious he begins to lave the entire area of
Pixie's tiny mound.
At first he shows no technique, just unbridled enthusiasm, but as he
continues, he begins to take note of Pixie's reactions and starts
concentrating on her pulsating clitoris. His eager assault, on top of the
other's earlier oral ministrations, soon have her approaching the peak that
Chloe had abandoned her at to watch Mara and Brendan. A few moments later
she locks her legs around his head and whimpers with pleasure, as she bucks
and heaves through an orgasm. At first Mike struggles to escape, but
something changes and we hear an eager slurping as he returns to licking
her tiny slot.
Finally Pixie's legs relax, but Mike continues to lap at her swollen little
pussy, ceasing only when she pushes his head away. He then turns to face
his mother, grinning happily, "You were right Mummy, I did like it and it
tasted really good when she started jumping."
"That's called an orgasm Honey." Sherry tells her son, "You made Pixie feel
really good."
"He sure did," Pixie says, "He's nearly as good as Mummy and Daddy and he
IS better than Brendan."
Mike's grin threatens to cause the top of his head to drop off, when he
hears this and he leans over to kiss Pixie. A moment later his head jerks
back. "Yuck! She licked my lips."
Everybody laughs at this, the camera shaking with Steve's mirth. He stops
recording as he gets himself back under control. Sherry starts to speak,
but Ken interrupts her, saying, "Wait until the we start filming again."
Once everybody is silent, Steve lifts the camera back to his eye and
resumes recording.
Sherry speaks, "Try again Mike, you liked licking her pussy and kissing
like that is fun too."
This time, Mike takes his mother at her word and turns to hug Pixie, who is
now sitting up waiting for him. Still he is a little tentative as he
presses his lips to hers. He jerks a little as Pixie's tiny tongue touches
his lips, then tries to burrow between them.
After a couple of seconds Pixie pulls back and says, "Open your mouth
silly." then applies her lips to Mike's again. She keeps her tongue in her
mouth to begin with and her eyes widen in surprise when Mike takes the
initiative and prods her tongue with his. Quickly recovering, she returns
the favour and hugs Mike to her, he responds in kind and he soon looses his
early clumsiness becoming more practiced with each passing moment.
As they continue to kiss, Ken resumes his narrative. "Well, you can see
that Mike is getting right into his first tonguie, and from Pixie's earlier
reaction, it looks like that tongue of his is going to be very popular with
the ladies.
"Now Chloe leave Brendan alone for a minute and come over here so we can
see what a well fucked little girl looks like."
Chloe giggles at her brother's description of her and crawls over to him.
She gives him a quick kiss then lies back, lifting her knees to her chest
and reaching around her bottom with both hands. Inserting two fingers of
each hand into her vagina, she stretches it open and Steve zooms in until
we can all see right up her fuck tube to her cervix, lit by the fill in
flood attached to the camera.
"As you can see the lips of her pussy are well separated, very well
separated at the moment. Her pussy is able to open so wide because it has
been stretched by my cock nearly every day for the last two years."
As he speaks, Mike and Pixie break their clinch and move into position
either side of Chloe. They are goggle eyed at how far Chloe is able to
stretch her little pussy. "Wow, will mine be as big as that after you fuck
me Daddy?" She looks directly at the camera as she says this.
"One day Sprout!" he replies.
"Oh, Goody."
As father and daughter talk, Brendan moves up and starts exploring Chloe's
gaping gash. He pulls her fingers from her hole and replaces them with
four of his own, pumping them in and out as he twiddles her engorged clit.
Chloe expresses her appreciation of this treatment by moving her hips in
counterpoint to Brendan's thrusting fingers and then crying out, "Suck it,
suck my clit."
With a grin for the camera, Brendan proceeds to do just that. Pursing his
lips around Chloe's pulsing clit, he sucks hard drawing it into his mouth
and forcing a happy squeal from her lips. By working his fingers within
her pussy and flicking his tongue over her little button, Brendan soon has
the little seven year old on the brink of orgasm.
Cruelly, Ken intervenes, drawing Brendan back as he says, saying, "I think
it's Mara's turn to look."
Mara grins at her groaning friend, 'Were you nearly ready to cum Chloe?"
she coos.
"Yes and my bastard brother stopped it." Chloe hisses back, throwing a
nasty look at Ken.
"Would you like me to make you cum?" Mara grins, resting her hand Chloe's
knee.
"Well, I don't think I'm going to. Remember when we were watching the
movie?" Mara slides her hand up Chloe's thigh, brushing her finger tips
over Chloe's smooth, glistening vulva, snatching her teasing fingers away
when Chloe tries to hump up against them, then laying them on Chloe's other
thigh and completing the journey down to the knee when Chloe subsides back
to the bed.
"Noooo," Chloe cries in dismay, "not that!"
"Why not? That was fun." Mara says, "Anyway, I think you've cooled enough
for Mike and Pix." She lightly slaps Chloe's shiny mound. "I've seen this
before."
Chloe groans as Mara moves aside, allowing the youngest two to examine her
cooling pussy. At first their touch cools her further. They take a pussy
lip each and stretch it outwards as they try to peer inside, then releasing
Chloe's labia they run their fingers along the gap separating Chloe's pussy
lips.
First Mike then Pixie, slip two fingers into Chloe's dripping vagina to
feel inside. Pixie then grins across at Mike as she curls her fingers into
a fist and pushes it into Chloe's body. Chloe's bottom leaves the bed and
she cries, "Yesss!" then "Noooo!" as Pixie withdraws her hand with a
obscene slurp. Still grinning Pixie motions for Mike to do the same.
Alternately, the two youngest children plunge their small fists into
Chloe's willing body, giggling at the wet farting noises made my their
hands in her stretched vagina. Chloe cries, "Yesss, Oh yesss" with each
brutal looking plunge of their fists into her writhing body.
Glancing around the room I see that both Sherry and Barb have their hands
over their mouths and in each other's knickers. Mara and Brendan have hold
of each other's genitals, but their hands are still as they gape at the
obscene show put on by the other three kids.
Ken, he has removed his pants and is kneeling behind his sister's with his
knees under her shoulders, her head is tilted back and half hidden beneath
him, with her lips wrapped around the base of his prick. The cramped
position does not allow for much movement, but between the pushing and
pulling on the lower part of Chloe's body and what Ken is able to achieve
by rocking his hips, half of Ken's cock fucks in and out of his little
sister's mouth and throat.
Me, I have my cock in my hand and I am unashamedly masturbating, fighting
to keep my strokes slow, so that I don't cum. Steve has the worst of it,
operating the camera, he is unable to do anything but struggle to keep the
camera steady.
On about the fifth or sixth plunge of Mike's hand into Chloe's well
lubricated hole, she cums, the muscles of her pussy clamping so tight on
his hand and wrist that he is stuck fast. Her scream, though muffled by
Ken's cock, still reverberates around the room, causing us all to flinch.
Spitted between her brother and Mike her body flops bonelessly her arms
flailing wildly. For half a minute or more she cums, until finally unable
to withstand that level of pleasure any longer, her body goes totally limp.
Shifting to lean over his unconscious little sister's head, Ken fucks her
face for half a dozen rapid strokes before he withdraws and begins
masturbating furiously. A few seconds later his jism arches over Chloe's
supine form, the first two spurts, splashing on Pixie's shoulder and chest.
The remainder leave a pearly trail from Chloe's raw looking pussy, over her
belly and chest, to her chin. The last oozing dribbles of his semen,
dripping onto her closed eyelids and forehead.
With a relieved sigh, Steve stops recording and begins to lower the camera,
then quickly lifts it back to his eye and restarts it as Pixie and Mike
begin to lap the semen from Chloe's senseless body.
Leaving her pussy for Mike, Pixie begins cleaning Chloe's face. Mike looks
askance at the gooey white fluid, then deciding that if Pixie likes it, it
can't be too bad. Starting at the bottom of Chloe's gash, he takes a long
swipe along its full length, to her navel, collecting a goodly dollop of
sperm on his tongue. He rolls it around in his mouth to test the flavour
and he decides he likes it. Eagerly he continues licking the pearly fluid
from Chloe's belly, meeting Pixie at the bottom of her rib cage.
As they sit back on their heels, he spies the glistening splashes on
Pixie's body and consumes them too, Making her giggle as his tongue passes
over her tiny nipples and the soft fold of skin near her armpit.
A groan from Chloe, announces her return to consciousness and we all look
at her as she stretches, then massages her swollen pussy. Her eyes open
and for a few moments they remain unfocused, her jaw working soundlessly.
Finally her eyes begin tracking and she speaks. "Oh, wow," she moans, "that
was soooo good."
"That was awesome!" Mara cries. She then laments, "Oh, why does Daddy have
to work?"
"Oh man, that was the most wicked thing I've seen in my life." Ken groans.
"I just hope I don't fall in the next time I fuck you." Chloe giggles
weakly at his joke as he continues for the camera. "Well, that is one well
fucked little girl. My sister, the human glove."
Ken looks directly at the camera and Steve takes that as a cue to stop
recording. He puts the camera down on top of the TV and drops his pants,
revealing his angry, purple cock. "I've got a bit of a problem here, does
anyone want to help me out?
Both Sherry and Barb move to relieve his suffering, but are beaten by both
Mara and Pixie, who move so quickly they seem to teleport across the room.
Mara wins by a bees dick and says, "You can suck Geoff. You said I could
taste your daddy."
For a second, the little girl looks ready to fight her bigger neighbour,
then her face clears and she cheerfully, responds, "O.K., I'm gonna get
fucked before you anyway." Having delivered this sally, she comes to me
and without stooping, she pulls my adamantine member down to her lips and
takes half the length into her mouth.
Already Steve is groaning, filling Mara's hungry mouth with his seed. Her
throat working frantically to keep up with the massive load, but she fights
a loosing battle and a white dribble leaks from the corner of her mouth and
down her chin.
I am only seconds behind him, Pixie's tiny mouth and her little hand
pumping the base of my shaft, soon have the white hot fluid boiling from my
balls and burning through my cock. Pixie does not even attempt to swallow
my prodigious spending, as he mouth fills she pulls back and uses both
hands to pump the remainder of my load over her rapturously smiling face.
With a huge gulp she swallows and then strips the last oozing droplets from
my aching prick with her lips.
Lifting her into my arms, I kiss her and suck her tiny tongue into my
mouth, tasting myself on her lips. Her small size allows me to thoroughly
explore the inside of her mouth as I chase her tongue from my mouth with
mine. I then pull back and lick my semen from her face, holding it in my
mouth so that I can pass it back to her in a kiss.
A cry of "Oh god, she's insatiable!" from Barb, causes us to look around.
Chloe is astride her brother impaled on his stiff cock, Brendan is pounding
away at her arse and Mike is standing over Ken's chest, receiving his first
blow job.
Chloe has both of Mikes balls and his little stiffy in her mouth and her
cheeks look like they contain a couple of wrestling mice as she works him
over with her agile tongue. Behind her, Brendan stiffens for a few
moments as he climaxes then resumes driving his still rock hard cock into
her entrails. A few seconds later Mike experiences his first orgasm, his
face screwing up, as he moans at the delicious agony of his immature
prostrate pumping emptily. His legs begin to buckle and Chloe releases his
little cock and balls as Ken hastily raises his hands and guides Mike to
sit, panting, on the bed.
With Mike out of the way, he takes hold of his sister's hips and begins
pounding away, sinking himself once into Chloe's pussy, for every two of
Brendan's rapid thrusts. Her mouth free, she lets fly with loudly voiced
cries of encouragement, as she works towards her orgasm.
Seconds later, she lifts her head and howls with pleasure, the rippling
muscles of her abdomen sending, first Brendan then Ken over the edge. With
a howl of his own, Ken pulls his little sister's hips down, fully impaling
her on his cock as he empties his balls for the second time in fifteen
minutes. With exhausted groans, the three then collapse as they are,
breathing deeply as they recover.
At my feet Sherry and Barb are locked together in a 69, shuddering through
the throes of their own orgasms.
I set Pixie down on the floor and finish removing my clothes. Then lift
her into my lap as I sit on the end of the bed. Quickly the rest of the
adults follow suit and soon everybody in the room is naked.
From his seat against the wall, Steve asks, "What happened while you were
watching the movie, to get such a reaction from Chloe?"
"Nothing much." I answer casually, "I just sat her on my cock and then Mara
and I kept her right on the edge for about half an hour."
"Your kidding!" he gasps, "She would have been a gibbering wreck."
"She was." I grin, "Tell the man Chloe."
"Uh-huh," she confirms, "I wanted to kill them, but then he dropped me on
his cock so it went right up inside and I had the biggest, bestest orgasm
ever."
"I'll bet you did." Barb comments.
Suddenly Mike complains, "I'm hungry Mummy." eliciting a chorus of Me toos,
from the rest of the kids.
Sherry laughs, "You were born hungry." She then looks at her watch and
gasps, "Shit! It's nearly seven, no wonder they're hungry." Turning to
her neighbours, she asks, "How about we fire up the barbecue and all eat
here?" The kids squeal with delight at the prospect, and Steve and Barb are
forced to agree.
Steve is entrusted with the barbecue, while Sherry and Barb prepare quick
salads. Sherry chases the kids off, telling them to go play in the pool.
While Ken and I are assigned to collect the lounges from the deck over the
garage. As it overlooks the street we slip on shorts, and a minute later
we have them set up overlooking the sea. Even if we share we are one
short, so Steve tells us to get one from his place.
After the last lounge is in place, the kids call us over to join them in
the pool. Just as we are about to climb in, Mara asks, "Why are you
wearing those?"
Ken and I look at each other and shrug, the pool isn't visible from the
street and the neighbours aren't a worry any more, so we hang our shorts on
the safety fence and join the naked squirming mob in the water. Moments
later we wish we had kept our pants on as Mara and Chloe leap into our arms
and begin rubbing their pussies against us.
As soon as we are hard they abandon us and retreat giggling. With a mock
ferocious growl I start chasing them around the perimeter of the pool. The
younger kids join my prey and Ken joins me. We maintain our distance
behind our giggling quarry and soon have a nice whirlpool effect going.
On Ken and I the water barely comes up to our waists, but it is nipple deep
on the tallest of the children, so when Ken and I suddenly reverse
direction we are able to breast the flow, but the kids are carried,
squealing helplessly, into our arms. Their squeals rise to giggling
shrieks as Ken and I begin tickling them mercilessly.
A hand on my cock causes me to look down, Mike has hold of me and is
looking curiously at my half hard member. Carefully I remove his hand and
say, "We don't do that outside, O.K.?"
"O.K." he agrees, then asks, "Why don't you have any hair?"
"Because your mother shaved it off." I explain.
"Why?"
Now I know how my grandfather felt. I'm told that was my favourite
question as a kid. "Because she likes it that way and the girls like it
too."
"Like what?" Chloe asks.
"My bald balls." I tell her.
"Yeah, I think they're cool and it's easier to get all the sperm."
She makes a grab at me and I tell her, "Not outside." too. Then since I
have hold of her wrist, I tickle her again, only relenting when she
threatens to piddle on me. Not that that worries me, but pissing in pools
IS bad manners.
We play for another minute or so, then Sherry rings the bell of summons and
we receive towels in the face as we round the corner of the house. Five
minutes later the kids are eating 'pigs in a blanket' and we adults have
steak sandwiches.
Chloe seats herself, straddling my stomach, with the tip of my half hard
cock peeking from beneath her labia and reclining against my knees. In
this position, I have a very direct view of her pussy. Looking at it, I
find it hard to believe the scene of depravity, that I'd witnessed less
than half an hour before. The entrance to her vagina has returned to it's
usual half inch diameter and the only thing that show, after being
repeatedly penetrated by two fists and her brother's cock, is a slight
reddening of her pussy lips.
Everybody follows our example, Pixie being the only one to sit with a
relative.
Mike is fascinated by Barb's magnificent breasts and now that he has the
chance to stare, he does so unashamedly. They are well worth looking at,
each is the size of a large rock-melon and even in her semi-reclining
position they retain a well rounded shape. From my position, facing her
feet, I can see her plump pussy lips peeking from between her thighs, not a
single hair visible on their glistening surface and I know from seeing her
standing, that the hair on her mons is almost as sparse. Indeed she is
close to being what the Chinese call a 'white tiger', having only a very
few hairs that do nothing to conceal her pussy. If it wasn't for those
incredible mammaries, you could easily believe she was a girl just entering
puberty.
Brendan stands contemplating Sherry's shaved mound for a minute or so,
before commenting, "I like it with no hair, you look like my sister."
As he takes his seat astride Sherry's stomach, his father says to her, "You
know, looking like that, you actually could be Mara's big sister. Why
don't you dress up like a kid? It'll make Carl go ape."
"I intend to," she replies, "I got something this morning that I know will
drive him insane, especially considering what we found in that wardrobe
today."
"Oooh, sounds interesting," Barb inquires eagerly, "what is it?"
"You can just wait and see." Sherry replies, "We'll model it for you after
dinner."
"We?" Barb raises her eyebrow, Spock style, "You mean you thought about
this already and got something for you AND Mara?"
"Wait and see." Sherry repeats aggravatingly and changes the subject. "You
know, this would be a good time for Ken to tell you his story. Ken?"
Barb pokes her tongue out at Sherry and gives her a dirty look, but settles
back as Ken begins his tale. By the time he finishes, her swollen labia
are a deep shade of pink and a continuous stream of lubricants runs between
her arse cheeks, dripping through the plastic strips of the banana lounge
to the concrete below.
Steve is in no better shape, pre-cum dribbles from his a glans, so
distended with blood it looks bruised and pools on his stomach. Pixie
helps matters, not at all, she is collecting the slippery fluid on her
fingertips and massaging it into her tiny slit. Between the story and his
young daughter's actions, he looks ready to explode.
As Ken winds down, Pixie looks up from her pussy to her father and asks,
"Can we do it now? I've waited ALL day and you just tell stories."
"O.K. sprout," he replies, " as soon as we get packed up here. But if you
don't stop doing that," he nods to where her little fingers are now idly
smearing the pre-cum over the engorged tip of his cock, "you're going to
have and even longer wait."
Pixie snatches her hand back as though burned and scrambles to her feet.
Snatching up a nearly empty salad bowl, she bolts for the kitchen,
returning only seconds later, as the rest of the kids are just sliding to
their feet. "Hurry up slow coaches." she admonishes us, tugging on her
father's hand.
With a grin he rises to his feet and says, "Yeah, hurry up! My baby wants
to practice making a baby."
Five minutes later the dirty dishes are in a sink full of water and
everybody is standing in the bedroom. Sherry holds up proceedings for
another minute as she gets a towel from the linen press and lays it over
the bed. "There," she says, that'll soak up the blood and you can take it
home for a keepsake."
"Sherry! That's one of your best towels." Barb objects, eyeing the huge,
snow white towel, which covers nearly the entire surface of the double bed.
"Forget it," Sherry depreciates, "An occasion like this is worth the best.
I just wish that something other than a bloody dead tree got my little
girl's cherry."
"At least you can let me replace it." Barb tries to insist.
"I said, forget it." Sherry then ends the discussion by saying, "It's a
gift from me to Pixie."
"Hurry up, I'm ready." Pixie's voice, from the middle of the bed, causes us
all to turn and look. Spreadeagled in the centre of the towel, is Pixie,
her tiny, four year old frame, made to look even smaller by the vast
expanse of the oversized towel.
"Not quite Honey!" Barb, represses a laugh at her over eager child. She
turns to rummage through the pile of clothing in the corner, turning back
with a small green and white tube. "First we've got to use this, so it
doesn't hurt as much when your cherry breaks. You know you are going to
bleed when that happens and it's still going to hurt, because your pussy is
so tiny and it's going to have to stretch a lot? Are you sure you don't
want to wait, until you've grown some more?"
"I know Mummy." Chloe replies, "But I really want Daddy to fuck me. Please
Mummy!"
Barb sighs and says, "O.K. let's get you ready then." She guides Pixie to
the edge of the bed and places a pillow under her bottom to tilt her pelvis
upwards. Kneeling on the floor between her daughter's knees, Barb extrudes
a small quantity of a dirty looking, brown gel onto the very tip of her
forefinger. With the fingers of the other hand she carefully separates her
daughter's labia, to reveal the tiny hole, that is to accept her husbands
penis. She gently insinuates her finger into Pixie's tight little vagina
and smears the anaesthetic over the fine membrane of her daughters hymen.
"Oooh, that's cold." Pixie objects with a giggle.
"Don't worry, Daddy will soon warm you up." Barb laughs in reply, "Now
let's stretch you a bit so Daddy doesn't have to push too hard to get
started. Steve get going with this." She hands her husband the tube of
teething gel.
As Steve begins to apply the anaesthetic ointment to his drooling member
Barb replaces the finger in Pixie's little hole with her thumb and gently
forces it inwards until she touches her little girl's hymen. Turning to
us, she asks, "Gents, who's got the biggest thumb?"
As we start to make comparisons, Sherry interrupts, "Hang on, I've got just
the thing. Actually I got it for Geoff to give to Katy and Lena, but it's
just the thing for this." She hurries into her bedroom and returns a
moment later with one of the packages she rescued from Mara, tearing off
the wrapping as she goes. Removing one of a pair of identical cardboard
boxes, she hands the rest of the package to me and I drop it into my bag
and kick it back under the bed.
Opening the box, she extracts a smooth, hot pink vibrator, the shaft of
which has a sharply tapered wedge like tip, with none of the life like
flare present in her own models. Hang on a sec, while I wash this." She
disappears and returns a minute later, beads of water still clinging to the
eye searing fuck toy.
She liberally coats the first couple of inches of the plastic phallus with
lube, leaving a good dollop on the tip and hands it to Barb. With a word
of thanks, Barb accepts it and pulling her thumb free of Pixie's tiny
vagina, she fits the tip of the plastic device against her daughter's hole
and begins to push it inwards with a twisting motion.
Pixie squeals at the cold touch of the lubricated vibrator, then as her
mother stops, she says, "Keep going, it's just cold. It doesn't hurt."
"Well," she admonishes her daughter, "Just make sure you tell me if it does
hurt and we'll wait a bit until you get used to being stretched." She
resumes working the vibrator into Pixie's vagina, the modest tool looking
obscenely large against the four year olds minuscule pussy. Each rotation
of the pink shaft takes about five seconds and less than a millimetre of
plastic disappears with each twist.
Pixie's little face is screwed up as she fights the discomfort, finally
calling a temporary halt when the entrance to her vagina is stretched to
about an inch in diameter. She brushes a tear from her eye and breaths in
short, shallow gasps as her little pussy gets used to being stretched.
After a minute or so she says, "Keep going, it feels O.K. now."
Moving even slower than before, Barb continues to stretch the entrance of
her little girl's vagina and it is another two minutes before the tip of
the vibrator comes to rest against Pixie's hymen, her vaginal opening
dilated to about an inch and a half in diameter.
"How does that feel Pixie?" Barb asks her daughter.
Now that the intruding object is at rest Pixie's face begins to relax and
she anxiously asks, "Am I big enough for Daddy's penis? I fink that's all
I can stretch."
"I think so Honey." Barb replies.
"But Daddy's penis is thicker than that." Brendan objects.
For a moment or two Pixie's face falls at the prospect that she will have
to wait until she is bigger before her father can fuck her. Her mother's
reply though, brings a smile to her face. "Yes, but Daddy's penis is soft
and can be squashed a bit, this vibrator is hard so it just looks like
Pixie's too small."
"Oh," Brendan replies, "I didn't think of that."
"That's O.K. Bren." his mother says. "Steve How's that stuff working?"
"Like I should sue my dentist for poor aim." He replies, "I don't think I'd
feel it if you used a sharkskin golf glove on me." By way of demonstration,
he starts slapping his cock from side to side and the motions of his hand
are not gentle. "See, can't feel a thing."
"In that case," Barb says, "I think it's time for our little girl to loose
her cherry. Geoff, time for the camera."
Chapter 22 - PIXIE.
"I'm not loosin' my cherry." Pixie protests, as I reach for the camera.
"It's a present for MY Daddy."
"And it's the second best present anybody has ever given me." Steve replies
seriously as he crawls onto the bed.
Pixie is about to speak, just as I get the camera ready. I stop her and
say, "Start again, I want to get that last bit on tape."
We take a few seconds to sort out how we want things to go and Barb and
Steve arrange themselves on the bed with Pixie between them. Barb hands
the vibrator to Sherry, everyone is admonished to be quiet and I begin
recording.
"Steve, I think it's time for our little girl to loose her cherry."
"I'm not loosin' it. It's a present for MY Daddy."
Steve wraps his arm around Pixie's shoulder, and hugs her tightly to his
side. "And it's the second best present anybody has ever given me."
Pixie contrives to look a little sad/disappointed at this answer, as we
wanted and asks "Second Daddy? What was your best present?"
Steve hugs her even tighter and answers, "You were sprout, you and Brendan
are the best presents anybody can ask for."
Somehow or other, Pixie manages to twist in her father's tight grasp until
she sits astride his lap and throws her arms around his neck. "Oh Daddy!
you mean I'm bestest AND second bestest?" She starts plastering his face
with kisses.
"That's right sprout."
"So I'm first bestest AND second bestest and Brendan's ONLY first." Score
one for sibling rivalry. "Are you going to fuck me now Daddy?"
With a laugh, Steve unwinds his daughter's arms from about his neck and
lays her back on the towel. "Nearly there Sprout," Steve informs her,
"but first Mummy and Daddy are going to get you all hot and bothered."
Together, Steve and Barb lean over their young daughter and kiss her eyes
shut. It is obvious that she has had this done to her before, her eyes
remain closed as her parents lips move on to her cheeks and she licks her
lips in what can only be anticipation.
In unison, Steve and Barb plant tiny licks and kisses along the line of
Pixie's cheek bones to her ears and the little girl's body squirms slightly
as they nibble with their lips around the edges of the tiny shell like
organs. Her wriggles cease as her parents take an earlobe each, between
their teeth and tug gently, then resume with a vengeance, accompanied by
squeals, as tongues are thrust into her ears.
Her body stills as her parents abandon her ears and nip their way along the
line of her jaw until they meet on the point of her chin. As Barb moves
upwards to cover her daughter's lips with hers, Steve kisses along the
underside of her chin. Pixie's head tilts back and she moans, as her
father reaches her throat and opens his mouth to it's widest extent.
Gently he takes her bared throat between his teeth and even in the tiny
viewfinder I can see her tiny pink nipples pop up. Zooming in until one
half of her chest fills the viewfinder and I can see the goose flesh
surrounding her baby titty.
I expand the view and move around a little until I can see past the back of
Steve's head. Barb's extended tongue teases her daughter, flicking along
the line of her slightly parted lips, barely touching the moistened skin.
Each time Pixie extends her own tongue, Barb playfully snaps at it and it
quickly withdraws, accompanied by a little giggle. A few snaps later, Barb
gives the rude little tongue a long loving suck, and begins kissing the
chin and under Pixie's jaw, nudging her husband ahead of her as she goes.
Once more they coordinate their efforts, each of them moving to a shoulder
and slowly kissing and nibbling their way down the outside of their young
daughter's arms. Together they reach her hands and draw all four fingers
of each into their mouths, before sucking each one individually. Pixie
giggles a little as they turn her hands over and begin to trace little
circles in the palms of her hands, just grazing the skin with the tips of
their extended tongues.
A small shiver passes through her body as they press their lips to her
wrists and begin the return journey up the insides of her arms. Again she
shivers as their lips and tongues pause at the sensitive skin on the
insides of her elbows. Involuntary peals of laughter ring out as they
raise her arms and drag the rough surfaces of their tongues over the soft
skin of her armpits.
When her squirming starts to become uncontrollable, they leave off their
tickling assault and trail their tongues over her shoulders and upper
chest. As their heads bump together they move lower and begin tracing
contracting spirals around her tiny nipples, with their tongues.
Just before they come into contact with the darker skin of her areolae
Steve and Barb switch sides, maintaining contact with Pixie's skin as they
shuffle their way around her body. Now their tongues trace outwards as
Pixie wriggles, straining to achieve some sort of contact between her tiny,
erect nipples and her parents teasing tongues. Grinning her parents dodge
her moving titties and continue their outward journeys, then as they reach
the bottom of their ribcage they make an almost simultaneous, darting
assault on her baby nipples.
Pixie squeals in surprise and arches her back, pressing her nipples upwards
against her parents sucking lips. She moans in appreciation as I see their
cheeks hollow with the force of their suction. For half a minute or so
they hold their mouths pressed to her chest, their tongues rapidly
flickering over the swollen nubbins of Pixies nipples.
When they abandon her nipples, Pixie groans softly, her chest rising and
falling with her rapid breathing. Steve's and Barb's tongues trace the
lines of their daughter's bottommost ribs, then begin laving the entire
area of Pixie's slightly rounded tummy. She giggles at the tickling
sensations of their tongues on her belly, then squeals in outrage and
jackknifes as first Steve, then Barbara plunge into the sensitive dimple of
her belly button.
They move down and outwards to the barely visible points of her hipbones
and Pixie allows her body to fall back to the bed, her legs scissoring
apart to their widest extent. I move back to a position at the foot of the
bed and kneel, zooming in until only Steve's and Barb's heads fill the
viewfinder, their daughter's gently undulating pelvis between them.
At the junction of her thighs, the swell her puffy mound rising at the base
of her belly, it's highest point almost even with the upper curve of her
chest. Even stretched apart by her widespread legs, the halve of her vulva
are so swollen with arousal, that only the smallest gap separates them and
only a slight darkening at the bottom marks the entrance of her vagina.
Steve and Barb trace the lines of Pixie's four year old pelvis, their
tongues covering the soft skin between the points of her hips and the
crease separating the tops of her thighs and the prominent bugle of her
mons. Their tormenting tongues cover her upper thighs, avoiding the
glistening upthrust mound of her pussy. Finally unable to take the torture
of anticipation any further, Pixie lifts her hips clear of the bed and
rocks her pelvis from side to side in a futile attempt to achieve direct
stimulation of her sexual organs. Almost crying in frustration she pleads,
"Kiss my pussy Daddy. ... Mummy? ... Please?"
Grinning Steve and Barb, each plant a single kiss on her pouting labia then
begin licking and nibbling their way down the fronts and sensitive inner
surfaces of her thighs, a broadening of their grins the only response to
her bouncing hips and frustrated cries. They briefly pause at her knees
opening their mouths wide and gently closing their teeth on her kneecaps,
before nibbling along the length of her shins and over the upper surface of
her feet to her toes.
Each toe gets individual loving attention, as they suck them singly their
mouths and massage them with their tongues. Briefly they engulf half of
her feet sucking hard on her toes then releasing them to drag their tongues
over the soles of her feet. Too aroused to giggle at the sensation, her
only reaction is the involuntary curling of her toes.
Gently rolling the moaning little preschooler onto her face, Steve and Barb
begin at her toes and rasp their tongues the short distance to her heels.
Again her toes curl and I wince at the thud of her heel on Steve's
forehead. He quickly shushes her as she begins to apologise, kissing the
offending heel and moving onto her calf. Their tongues dip into the
sensitive hollows at the back of her knees and her lower legs come up,
forcing her parents lips and tongues onto her thighs.
Pushing her legs back to the bed, they return to that sensitive area,
causing Pixie to squeal indignantly, then seemingly satisfied with this
reaction, they return the journey delivering kisses and little nips to the
backs of their young daughter's chubby thighs. By the time they reach her
plump buttocks, Pixie is in paroxysms of frustrated desire, grinding her
fat mound against the rough towel rucked up between her thighs.
Steve and Barb kiss and bite softly on the quivering globes of Pixie's tiny
bottom then move on to the small of her back. "Wusses!" Mara cries in
outrage and before anyone can stop her she leaps onto the bed and lies
between her little neighbour's widespread legs, "You're doing it wrong!"
she tells them, then pulls the white cheeks of Pixie's bum apart and licks
the length of the valley thus revealed.
As Mara's tongue passes over her tiny little pucker, Pixie lets out a
shrill scream and lifts her hips, offering Mara an easier target. Mara
eagerly accepts the proffered target, vigorously slurping away as I move
around to the side, so that I can focus on Mara's tongue plunging between
Pixies buttocks.
Just as I get into position, Mara notices that Steve and Barb have stopped
and are watching her. Briefly, she lifts her head and gives them a
disgusted look, "Don't stop dummies, even if you can't do this right, you
can do the rest." she says, before lowering her head to return her tongue
to Pixie's tiny little bum hole.
I zoom out in time to catch Steve and Barb grin at each other, amused at
being told how to make love to their daughter by a seven year old. A
muffled "Hurry up." from between Pixies plump buttocks causes them to look
like guilty schoolkids and they quickly comply, lowering their lips to
their daughter's writhing back. As Mara's head comes back into the frame I
shift the focus back to her.
Out of the corner of her eye she must see this in the monitor, as she
begins to move about until I can focus on her little tongue moving in
teasing circles about Pixie's glistening anus. As Mara's actions continue
I am forced to expand the view as Pixie's frenzied writhing makes it
impossible to keep her little bottom in the frame. Somehow or other Mara
manages to keep her tongue against Pixie's little rosebud, but keeping her
still is beyond her.
Just as I do pull back, Steve and Barbara finish their journey to the nape
of their daughter's neck and sit back. "Are you ready to fuck Daddy
Pixie?" Barb asks.
In answer, the little girl turns and pushes Mara away, sending her much
bigger neighbour flying in an amazing display of strength. She then flops
down on her back, her legs spread and her fingers obscenely parting the fat
halves of her moistly glistening vulva, as she all but screams, "Yes Mummy!
If I was any readier I'd burst!"
I pull back further to include the entire bed as Barb recovers the tube of
lube from where it is about to slide off the bed and smears a more than
ample quantity over Pixie's hairless vulva before squeezing a big dollop
into the tiny hole between her daughter's thighs. Next she pushes Steve
over onto his back and gives his cock a generous coating of the slippery
gel, leaving a large blob quivering on the tip.
When he begins to rise, Barb forces him back to the bed and says, "I think
our little girl should get on top, that way she can stop if it hurts to
much." She then turns and helps Pixie to stand astride her father's hips,
facing towards his head.
Quickly, I move up near the head of the bed, focusing on Barb and Pixie as
she slowly bends her knees, lowering herself towards the cock that Steve
holds upright beneath her. As her tiny pussy nears the comparatively
immense staff of her father's swollen prick her knees begin to tremble with
strain and Barb kneels behind her, placing her hands under her daughter's
arms for support.
As her fat little pussy comes into contact with Steve's member, she halts
and takes a deep breath, which is echoed by everybody else in the room.
Slowly Steve drags the head of his cock back and forth along the length of
the crease between his daughter's legs, smearing even more of the lubricant
over the fat lips, causing her to release that breath.
Pixie pushes down a little and Steve stills his cock, holding the tip in
position against the tiny entrance to her vagina. She lowers herself
further and Steve's cock skids the length of her crease, causing her to
gasp as it passes over the engorged tip of her clitoris. Lifting herself
back up she tries again with the same result. Then on the third attempt it
goes the other way, briefly catching against her arsehole before she can
stop herself. Unhappily she cries, "It won't go in."
"Try holding your pussy open." Barb suggests, "That way he's right up
against your hole. And Steve hold it closer to the top."
Steve shifts his hand, so that only the top three quarters of his glans is
visible and Pixie reaches down to separate her labia. This time, the tip
of Steve's cock remains firmly lodged against Pixie's little hole. Slowly
millimetre by millimetre her tiny vagina opens, Barb taking almost all of
Pixie's negligible weight, as Steve's distended cock slowly enters her
body. finally her swollen pussy lips rest against Steve's fingers and I
zoom in for a brief close up of her obscenely stretched labia before
pulling back to include her whole body.
Her tiny face shows a little pain, but mostly her look is one of surprise,
as Steve asks, "Does that hurt Honey?"
"A bit Daddy, but not as much as that fing Mummy used." She replies.
"O.K. Honey," Steve tells her, "I'm going to take my hand away now and you
can keep going. But stop if it hurts too much, I don't want to hurt my
baby girl."
"I'm not a baby!" she cries indignantly, "See?" With this she drops lower,
forcing another inch and a half of her father's fat cock into her body.
Fortunately Barb is still supporting her, as her injudicious movement
drives the end of Steve's cock through her numb hymen into the unstretched
portion of her love canal. Beads of sweat break out on her forehead and
tears begin rolling down her cheeks, from between tightly closed eyelids.
For a few seconds her teeth are clenched and her breath hisses rapidly
through her nose, as she gets the pain under control. Finally she quietly
observes, "Ow, that hurt Daddy."
Almost simultaneously, Barb and Steve both ask, "Are you all right?" and
Steve goes on to ask, "Do you want to stop?"
Pixie's eyes snap open at this and she cries, "No! I just went too fast.
I want you to fuck me properly and squirt inside me and everything."
"O.K. Sprout, just take it easy this time. O.K.?"
For a few moments longer she holds still then wriggles her hips, signifying
her desire to continue. Carefully Barb begins to lower her tiny daughter
onto her husband's rigid member, pausing each time Pixie's breath catches
to allow her to get used to being so stretched. Finally the grimace on her
face becomes even more strained and she says, "Stop!" as Steve's cock comes
into contact with her cervix. "That's it Daddy." she says, "I'm full."
From beside me I hear Sherry mutter, "Full? She's stuffed like a bloody
Christmas turkey."
I zoom in for a closer look and see that Sherry is right, Pixie's pussy
lips have almost totally disappeared, only the slightest indentation above
her clitoris remains and above that the bulge of her mound is pushed into
obscene prominence by her father's fat prick.
Pixie begins to speak and I pull back to get all three of them in the
viewfinder. She is looking down at where Steve's engorged penis fills her
tiny pussy, half of which still remains outside her body. "How come it
won't all go in me Daddy?" She asks and tries to lower herself further.
She aborts her movement almost before it has begun, Crying "Ow! That
hurt's!"
Steve's voice is strained as he replies, "I'm sorry Honey, that's all
that's going to fit. Your little vagina is just to short inside, to take
any more of my penis."
Pixie looks disappointed at hearing this, tears of unhappiness, not pain,
well up in her eyes and she says "I'm sorry Daddy. If you don't like it,
I'll wait until I'm big enough."
"Oh Sprout!" Steve exclaims, "your little pussy is so tight, it would feel
better than anything else, even if only this much fitted." He holds thumb
and forefinger less than half an inch apart in demonstration.
"Really Daddy?" Pixie squeals excitedly, "Better than Mummy?"
"Better than Mummy." Steve confirms, shooting a look over Pixies shoulder
at his wife.
"Better than the first time?" Barb asks in a mock dangerous voice.
Grinning at her Steve replies, "Even that."
Pixie looks up at her mother's scowl, but she can't maintain it for long,
her scowl becomes strained, as she tries to growl, "You're going to pay for
that crack."
"Maybe just as good as the first time I fucked Mummy." Steve tells Pixie.
"That's better," Barb giggles, "maybe I'll let you live."
Pixie looks from her mother to her father and deciding that they aren't
really mad at each other, she bounces on her father's cock, stopping with a
wince as his glans bumps into her cervix. "Hurry up and fuck me Daddy,
squirt your cream inside my little pussy."
Steve grins at his eager little girl, "O.K. Sprout, Daddy's going to fuck
his big fat cock in your tiny little pussy and fill you so full of baby
juice that it'll squirt out your ears."
Pixies giggles at this and tries to lift upwards, but the tight sheath of
her vagina grips her father so tightly that she finds it difficult to rise
from her squat. "Help me Daddy!" she cries.
Grinning at her predicament Steve, lifts his hand and wraps them around her
tiny waist, his thumbs overlapping above her belly button. He lifts her
and at first it looks like he's going to pull her insides out, her little
cunt grips him so tightly. Suddenly, her pussy lets go and an inch or so
of his prick slips free, accompanied by a squeal from Pixie. Concerned he
holds her still and asks, "Are you all right Sprout?"
"Yes Daddy, It didn't hurt, it just sup'ised me."
Reassured, Steve carefully lowers his daughter the inch just gained and
then lifts her again. This time, although the skin around her tiny vagina
still puckers outwards, things slip easily and Pixie squeaks as she jerks
upwards. Slowly with infinite care Steve pumps his tiny daughter up and
down on his engorged cock, at first he keeps the strokes short, gradually
lengthening them, until the flare of his glans becomes visible just before
he pulls her back down onto his cock.
At first she grimaces a little, but as the muscles of her vagina loosen and
stretch to accommodate her father's gently thrusting prick, her expression
becomes one of surprise and wonderment. I zoom in on her pussy and Steve's
swollen shaft, each time he lifts her, her tiny pussy everts, the pink skin
between her labia stretching outwards as his prick is withdrawn. Then as
she comes back down, the area surrounding her tiny hole is drawn inwards,
her engorged little clitoris dragging along his blood streaked shaft, all
but disappearing into her body alongside her father's prick.
As her first fuck continues, her breathing speeds up and she moans as her
father's prick drags over her sensitive little clit, grunting as his
swollen glans bumps into her cervix. Suddenly she starts to babble, and I
pull back to include all three in the picture. "Oh Daddy! It doesn't hurt
Daddy, it feels good when you fuck me Daddy. Daddy? I want you to fuck me
all the time Daddy. Please Daddy. Oh Daddy, I feel really good. Oh
Daddy, it's doing it, a 'gasm, Oh, Oh, Oh, DADEEEEE." With her head thrown
back until it rests on her mother's breasts, the tiny preschooler announces
her climax with a scream that causes Barb to wince, even as she smiles.
Underneath, Steve grunts in time with the powerful contractions in his baby
daughter's immature vagina, holding her tiny hips steady as her climax
triggers his own. "Oh Honey, here it comes, Daddy's going to cum in his
little girl. Daddy's filling your tight little hole with his creamy sperm.
Oh shit, I'm really doing it, I'm fucking my little girl. I'm filling her
with my sperm. Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Ohhh Fuuuck!" With this last outburst
his hands fall from Pixie's hips and his arse leaves the bed, lifting her
upwards as spasms wrack his body. His eyes are tightly closed and his lips
are drawn back in a snarl as the incredible pleasure pain courses through
his body.
Pixie's tiny vagina is unable to hold the incredible amount of sperm that
he pisses into her and I can see it bubbling out around his pulsing shaft,
where it pierces her tiny body. Opening the eye I do not have pressed to
the rubber cup of the viewfinder, I see the pink tinged fluid dribble down
the sides of Steve's prick and run down beside his balls. Where they
surround his impaling rod, Pixie's tightly stretched vulva alternates
between white and red as her vaginal muscles contract and relax.
Long after Steve's spasms subside, Pixie's tiny frame finally looses it's
rigidity and she slumps in her mother's arms, totally spent. Carefully
Barb lowers her exhausted daughter, laying her atop her husband with her
head on his chest. With a contented sigh she snuggles up to him and as his
arms come up to wrap around her, a beatific smile lights up her face.
With a little wriggle she murmurs, "Love you Daddy." and kisses his chest.
Steve replies, murmuring into her hair, "You have no idea how much I love
you Honey." However his words go unheard by Pixie as a little snore rises
from her lips.
Barb smiles down at the still mated pair, and moves to kiss the top of
Pixies head and then presses her lips to her husband's in a lingering
caress.
I take one last pass down their sweat slick bodies, to where Steve's
softening cock still penetrates Pixie's sleeping body. Then a few seconds
later her shrinking vagina squeezes him from her body as it resumes it's
normal size. As his blood and cum streaked knob slips from her tiny
opening, a flood of juices follows, running down over his groin and between
his buttocks to the towel beneath them.
I return the camera to zoom in on Pixie's sleeping face and stop recording.
As I lower the camera, Mara laments, "Oh, why does Daddy have to work? I
want him to fuck me so bad and he's going to miss my birthday party and
everything."
AUTHOR'S NOTE.
Dear Reader,
Nearly there now folks, just a few chapters to go now, but
I've had so many requests for 'the rest of Katy' that I'm
getting this off now. As I've explained to those who have
corresponded with me, the reason you haven't seen any of
these chapters earlier is that I got writers block and
skipped from chapter six to chapter twelve, though when I
originally left them, I only had two chapter's blocked out.
But as with coat hangers, leave two of them alone long
enough and they will breed.
I can't make any promises as to when the rest of this book
will be finished as I'm going back to school for a while
and that's going to occupy most of my time.
Regards,
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INSTRUCTIONS FOR REASSEMBLY AS A WORD DOC.
I'm assuming you have WORD for Windows95, but these instructions
should still work for other versions, though you're on your own
as far as updating the TOC to get the page numbers right. I'm
guessing that repaginate should work, but I don't know.
1. Load into Word.
2. Clean up Disclaimer and Introduction.
Do a global search and replace, for a paragraph mark followed
by 5 spaces, replacing with a paragraph mark.
("^p " with "^p")
3. Reassemble paragraphs.
Do a golbal search and replace, for a space followed by a
paragraph mark, replacing with a space alone.
(" ^p" with " ")
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6. Right click on the new TOC and update the field codes. You need
to do this because the page numbers change.
7. Do any other formatting you feel is appropriate. ie. justify.
8. Save in Word format.
Author: Clayton <clayton@nym.alias.net>
-- CJ
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