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Authors name: Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
Story title : Luck o' the Irish 

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Luck o' the Irish (MF/f+, orgy, ped)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

A childless couple seeks out a foster child, but can't 
imagine what they've brought into their home. (Reprinted 
due to a number of requests. A compilation of a five-
part story)

***

My name is Jamie. Jamie Kragan. A good Irish name. I've 
never been to Ireland. Neither have my parents. My 
paternal grandfather was born there, but he came to the 
States when he was but a wee lad and he didn't remember 
the old country. My other grandparents were all born in 
Boston. 			

They say the Irish are lucky. Where the saying comes 
from, I can't even begin to imagine. I can't picture a 
family of eight or nine sitting around in a sod house; 
in the middle of some drafty peat bog; on some wind 
swept coast; eating potato soup and the Da sayin' "Lo' 
n' begorrah, arrren't we the lucky ones now!"

My mother's mother used to say, "Ah Jamie, there's a 
curse behind every four leaf clover!"

This then is the story of my curse.

I grew up in South Boston, not the South End, but South 
Boston. My father owned a pub. Fancy that, an Irishman 
owning a Pub. What're the odds. I never saw my father 
take a drink. I'm not saying he didn't drink. I just 
never saw him do it. My father had four brothers and 
since he was the oldest and had opened a Pub, they 
decided on becoming cops. My mother had three brothers 
and none of them wanted to own a Pub, so they all became 
fireman. I always thought I'd grow up and become a cop. 
Or maybe a fireman.

Actually, I'm lucky I grew up at all. There's this rule 
of thumb that states that the closer your relatives are 
to the law the more rebellious you have to be. Well with 
four cops and three firemen in the family. I didn't 
rebel, I went to war. I started small, talking back to 
the nuns, which is pretty much like taking your life 
into your own hands. They beat the shit out of me at 
school, sent me home with a note and then the old man 
would beat me all over again. I would get pissed off at 
the nuns and we'd start all over again. Like Catch 22. 

I moved on to bigger things. Five finger discounts at 
the five and dime; taking some other kids bicycle for a 
joy ride; throwing rocks through a school window; 
stealing beer from the old man's tavern; and smoking. I 
always seemed to get caught or ratted on. 

The old man got fed up. His arm was getting tired of 
whipping my ass and I was growing a thick skin. So, one 
day, I'm told to go to the Pub after school. I'm 
thinking about saying 'fuck that' and bailing on the old 
man, but I figure he's at the end of his rope so I'd 
better go. I walk into the Pub and my old man is talking 
to this guy in a uniform. At first, I think he's a cop, 
but as I get closer I see it's some kind of military 
uniform. There's a suitcase at his feet and I figure the 
guy is just passing through and stopping in for a beer. 

"Ah, Jamie boy!" My father says in a much too exuberant 
manner and my hackles rise up. "Would ya be so kind as 
to help this gentleman out with his bag?" 

I want to tell my father that the man looks perfectly 
capable of carrying his own damn bag, but I'm trying to 
be nice and instead I say:

"Sure, Da!"

I grab the suitcase and the man shakes my father's hand 
and begs me follow. We get outside and I ask where to 
and he points to a brown sedan a few cars down from the 
pub door. Now, I'm wondering why he brought the bleeding 
suitcase into the Pub if he had a car parked outside. As 
we get closer, I see there's some kind of decal on the 
door, but the angle is bad and I can't read it. I 
finally make out the word 'MILITARY' and think it's a 
government car, but then the words 'SWAMPSCOTT MILITARY 
ACADEMY' comes into view and I drop the bag and veer 
off, but the fucker is faster than a pit viper and his 
hand clamps around the scruff of my neck. 

His bloody hand is like a steel trap and he practically 
lifts me off my feet as he drags me to the car and 
shoves me into the back seat. I scramble to the other 
door and reach for the handle, but there isn't one. I 
realize that the car is set up like a cop car and once 
you're in the back there's no getting out. 

He gets in and starts the thing up and pulls away from 
the curb. I look back and see my mother and father 
standing on the sidewalk. Mother is crying into a 
handkerchief and my father has an arm around her 
shoulders. I feel the tears roll down my cheeks, hot and 
wet. They run into the corner of my mouth and I taste 
the warm saltiness. I was twelve years old.

It was a hard road. The first few months, I fought the 
system and spent most of my time washing dishes and 
locked in my room. I started to bend as I saw the others 
having fun playing soccer, and baseball, and basketball, 
and every other kind of ball imaginable. I soon learned 
that the more you toed the line the farther away the 
line got to be. By the time I turned fifteen, I was on 
the Dean's List and commanded a brigade of twelve and 
thirteen year olds. If we ever went to war against 
Liliput, we would really have kicked ass.

I went on to college and then four years as an officer 
in the army corps of engineers. I helped build bridges 
in Guam, in Panama, and any where's else that Uncle Sam 
felt there was a river that needed to be crossed. I had 
met a girl in college and had maintained a long distance 
relationship. When I got out of the service we got 
together and were soon married. 

I started my own construction company and we've been 
happy ever since. Well as happy as possible. My wife 
always wanted children, but found out early on that she 
wouldn't be able to. We made up for it by having hobbies 
and traveling a lot, but it always nagged at her and 
every now and then I'd find her crying all alone and I 
always knew why. 

I came home one day to find my wife in bed and weeping. 
I figured I'd better do something or I'd soon be loosing 
her to some form of mental illness. We sat down with a 
family councilor and we discussed possible options. We 
had always nixed the idea of adopting. My wife and I 
felt that we wouldn't be able to love someone else's 
child as much as it would have deserved to be loved. I 
thought we were of the same mind on this, but it turned 
out that my wife had only agreed because she wanted to 
please me. After a few visits to the councilor, she 
talked us into becoming foster parents to see if we 
could acclimate to having someone else in our lives.

I was a wee bit leery. I was somewhat compulsive. I knew 
it was because of my being reared in a military school. 
I liked everything neat and tidy, and in its place. I 
would subconsciously reach out and center things on my 
desk and sometimes on someone else's desk. It's one of 
those things that you catch yourself doing and you 
chuckle inside. 

I wanted to please my wife so I agreed to the plan. We 
filled out a questionnaire to see if we were good enough 
to foster children. The bloody thing was almost a 
hundred pages long. They wanted to know everything from 
what color M&M was your favorite to did I like to tie my 
wife down during sex. 

I exaggerate - slightly, but it was pretty invasive. We 
handed in our paperwork and went about the business of 
waiting, and waiting, and waiting. My wife cracked first 
and called the State HHS Office. Yes, they had received 
our paperwork and yes we had been approved, but the 
process took time. My wife persisted and we got an 
appointment for an interview. 

The caseworker we met with was an older African-American 
woman. Her skin was coffee colored, her hair was cut 
close to her scalp and it appeared to have a reddish 
tinge to it, and she was fat. Not grossly overweight, 
but a big woman with a large butt. The thing I remember 
most about her were her eyes. They were dead. They had 
the same look that soldiers have that come back from 
war. I didn't envy her, her position.

She looked over our papers and said we certainly fit the 
profile to be foster parents. She checked a list and 
said that unfortunately there were no kids available for 
us at the time. My wife said she was amazed that there 
weren't. She had been told that there were hundreds of 
children in the system needing homes at this very 
moment. 

The lady smiled sadly and said yes there were, but our 
state profiled according to race and there weren't any 
white children in need at the moment, except she said 
hesitantly, looking down at the list, a twelve year old 
girl that had been in several foster homes and had been 
unable to fit in. She said she didn't think she would be 
appropriate as our first foster child. My wife squeezed 
my hand and I told her we were willing to try anything. 

The caseworker hummed and  mumbled to herself as she 
opened our file again and gave it a closer look.

"You know," she said, looking up, "since you come from a 
boys military academy, you may just be the ones to 
settle this child down!" 

My wife was having difficulty containing herself and was 
practically vibrating in her chair. The caseworker 
called someone over the intercom and we sat in silence 
until a young Hispanic girl came in with a manila 
folder. The caseworker opened the folder and started 
reading. She nodded, and mumbled, and flipped through 
the pages. Finally, she looked up and said that perhaps 
we should see what we were getting ourselves into and 
passed us the file. I picked up a stapled packet of 
papers and my wife another. 

It was a history of the girl's activities since entering 
into the system. She had been born to a single mother, 
who prostituted herself and then died of an overdose 
when the daughter was eight. The daughter had been with 
six different foster families in the past three and one-
half years. She had wound up running away each time. Her 
longest stay had been five months. The last time she ran 
away they had found her in Boston's Combat Zone. She was 
turning tricks. I sat back in stunned silence. 

Out of the haze that wrapped itself around my mind, I 
heard my wife's voice say, "We'll take her!"

I sat up straight and looked at my wife and then at the 
caseworker. They were both looking back at me, waiting 
for my input. I looked at my wife and saw a feverish 
yearning in her eyes. I knew if I said no that she would 
become depressed. I wanted to do everything to avoid 
that. I sighed and said that I would be willing to give 
it a try.

The caseworker looked at her calendar and asked if we 
could be at home on the following Wednesday. We agreed, 
shook her hand, and left. Mary couldn't stop talking on 
the way home. She kept listing things we had to do. Get 
a room ready, buy more food, look at schools in the 
area, etc...

I listened quietly and let her ramble on. 

We got home and Mary attacked me. We had the most 
incredible sex we'd had in months. She was very happy 
and now I was smiling too. I had been missing our 
sweaty, passionate love making of late and had been 
wondering if I would ever get laid again. I hadn't met 
the little urchin yet and I already owed her a favor.

The waiting seemed interminable, and it ate at my wife's 
nerves. Consequently, my nerves were getting raw also. I 
could only answer to, "Do you think she'll be happy 
here?" so many times before finally saying "No!" My 
wife's eyes got wide and she looked at me with trembling 
lip as she asked me why I thought the child would be 
unhappy.

"Because, she's going to get really tired of having to 
tell you she's happy here!"

I thought my wife would either laugh or get angry, but I 
wasn't ready for the flood of tears that burst forth. I 
gathered my wife up into my arms and tried to soothe her 
anguish.

"Now, now, what's all this about?" I asked gently.

"Oh, Jamie! I've wanted a child for so long and I'm so 
worried that I'm going to screw this up!" She sniveled 
into my shoulder. She reached into the open neck of my 
shirt and pressed the material to hers eyes and dabbed 
away at her tears. I saw her glance up at me and then 
she wrapped some of my shirt around her nose and blew.

"Hey!" I yelled and pulled away. I looked up at my wife 
who gave me a blubbery laugh and then went running down 
the hallway. I knew what this meant. It meant I was 
about to get laid again. Oh boy!

An hour later we lie among the tangled sheets. Our 
sweaty bodies slowly cooling. Mary lie with her head on 
my shoulder and an arm across my chest. We talked about 
the change that was coming to our lives. We reassured 
each other that it would be for the good. We'd be like a 
real family my wife told me. I thought back to when I 
was twelve and realized that the only real family I'd 
had from that year on had been about a thousand other 
boys.

Wednesday finally came. I made arrangements to be away 
from the job and sat with Mary as she tore apart a 
hundred tissues. I told her they'd never done anything 
to her and she shot me a glance that said it was either 
the tissues or my neck. I got her another box. At about 
eleven a.m. the doorbell rang. Mary shot up out of her 
chair as though the laws of gravity had been temporarily 
suspended. She grabbed my hand and tried to see how many 
of the twenty-eight or so little bones she could crush 
as she dragged me along to the door. 

We opened the door and found Mrs. Jackson, the 
caseworker, standing there holding the hand of our new 
charge. Not exactly a babe in swaddling clothes, but 
much smaller than what I expected a twelve year old 
would be. The young girl was dressed like a catholic 
schoolgirl. She had on white knee socks, a red and blue 
plaid skirt, a white blouse, and finally a blue blazer. 
Her raven colored hair was pulled severely into two 
braids that hung down the front of her blazer. She 
stared at the ground and I couldn't tell what she looked 
like. We greeted them and invited them into our home. 

Mrs. Jackson and Tamara sat on the sofa and Mary and I 
sat in overstuffed chairs across from them. It felt 
confrontational and I felt ill at ease. Mrs. Jackson and 
Mary started chatting about various things such as the 
weather. They were slowly circling the subject and 
working their way around to the matter at hand. I let 
them drone on and watched the young girl that would be 
sharing my life for an unspecified amount of time. She 
had finally raised her head and was looking around at 
her surroundings. 

I realized that she had an oriental cast to her 
features. Her hair was raven colored and I could tell 
that, once released from its present tortured form, it 
would be very long. She had dark eyebrows and 
surprisingly blue eyes. Her nose was straight and pert 
and led down to a thick pair of lips. He face still had 
a little baby fat to it, but you could tell her cheek 
bones would be sharp and her chin would be strong. I 
couldn't tell what the rest of her looked like because 
the school uniform she wore was at least one if not two 
sizes too big. 

Tamara glanced around the room and took in the 
furnishings and the art. If she was impressed she didn't 
show it. She felt me watching her and suddenly looked 
straight at me. There was no emotion on her face. She 
studied me as I studied her. Her piercing blue eyes 
stared into mine and I was the first to give. I glance 
away and when I looked back there was the hint of a 
smile on her lips. I watched as her tongue came out and 
moistened her lips. It had a very sensual nature to it 
and I looked into her eyes and she winked at me. I felt 
my cock twinge and suddenly wondered what we had let 
into our home. 

Mary invited Mrs. Jackson and Tamara to take the five-
cent tour of our home and we trooped from the living 
room, into the kitchen, then the dining room, through to 
my den, and then into the hallway that led up and down 
stairs. We went down and into the playroom, which had 
all the adult toys; a big screen TV, pool table, card 
table, wet bar, and fridge. They looked out upon our hot 
tub and swimming pool. 

We ambled back upstairs and continued on to the second 
floor. We looked in at the master bedroom with its huge 
walk in closet and large bathroom with double sinks and 
sunken tub. I hadn't spared any expense building the 
house. I had used my own crew and everything was built 
to spec. I took great pride in it and was pleased by the 
admiration Mrs. Jackson voiced. Tamara was silent 
throughout. 

We glanced in at the guest room and then finally arrived 
at Tamara's new room. Tamara looked at the television 
set, the stereo, the phone, the computer, and the large 
four-poster bed with canopy. She walked around the room 
slowly touching everything briefly as though to ensure 
that it was real and not a mirage. She sat at the small 
vanity for a moment and ran her fingers over the brush 
and comb set that lie there. They were made of silver 
and had belonged to Mary's grandmother. I told her she 
was crazy to give them to the girl. We didn't even know 
if she'd be with us more than a week. Mary said she 
wanted to create a wonderful first impression. Mrs. 
Jackson was impressed. I began to worry that she might 
be staying also. 

"My word!" She kept repeating as she also touched 
everything in the room. 

"This is my room?" Tamara asked. They were the first 
words she had spoken. She had a soft, husky voice. The 
type of voice that a makes a man wonder what the woman 
on the other end of the phone line looks like. Makes a 
man want to call the number back just to hear that voice 
again. Like what butterscotch would sound like if it had 
a voice.

"Yes, sweetie!" My wife said, and I saw Tamara wince. 
"This is all yours. I really hope you'll enjoy staying 
with us!" Mary rambled on. I don't think she had seen 
Tamara's reaction to the endearment.

"Please," Tamara purred, "don't call me sweetie."

"Oh...okay, swee.., I mean, uh Tamara," my wife 
stuttered, suddenly aware that she was facing more than 
a small child.

Tamara looked at me and noticed my eyebrow was raised. 
She caught on quick. 

"You can call me Tamara, if you want, but I really like 
Mara!" The girl informed us. I nodded and my wife 
gushed.

"My isn't that a pretty name! And such a pretty girl 
too!"

Tamara and I rolled our eyes up and we both broke into 
laughter as we noticed each other do it.

"Great!" My wife said, in mock severity. "She's only 
been here an hour and already they're ganging up on me!"

Mrs. Jackson chuckled. I put an arm around Mary and 
whispered in her ear:

"Stop trying so hard!"

She sighed and nodded. She asked if Mrs. Jackson would 
like to stay for lunch and to my surprise she accepted. 
We tramped back down to the kitchen. Mrs. Jackson asked 
Mara to go out to the car and get her bags. I asked if 
she needed help and got a shrug in reply. I went out 
with her and I grabbed the larger of the two suitcases. 

We went back in and she followed me up to her room. She 
asked me if she could change and I told her to do 
whatever made her the most comfortable. Her lips 
quivered as she suppressed a retort that I felt would 
have been sarcastic. It appeared we were all on our best 
behavior. I opened the closet door and told her if she 
needed more hangers I would get them. I turned and found 
she had removed her blazer and was undoing her blouse. 
She pulled her blouse open and I realized she had 
nothing on underneath it. I watched her small breasts 
appear. 

Her breasts had already begun to develop. She had a thin 
waist and strong looking shoulders. Her breasts stood up 
high and proud. They were round and wide and you could 
tell they would grow into C or D cups. Her aureoles were 
dark brown and her nipples were darker yet, almost 
black. I stammered and told her I'd be downstairs. I saw 
that smile play on her lips again as I turned and 
hurried out of there. 

I must have shown my distress as I walked into the 
kitchen. My wife frowned and asked if I were okay. I 
said I was. I almost told her what happened, but with 
Mrs. Jackson there I figured it wasn't the thing to do. 
I told them that Tamara was changing and would join us 
shortly. We chatted as Mary fixed a salad and pulled a 
casserole out of the oven. 

Fifteen minutes passed, and then Tamara walked into the 
kitchen. She wore a pair of spandex shorts and a scoop 
necked tee shirt. Her hair had been let loose and she 
had brushed it out. It still had the kinks in it from 
being braided, but it hung down almost to her waist. The 
slight swell of her breasts showed at the opening of her 
shirt and her ass stuck out nicely. 

She had an amazing body for a girl of any age. I glanced 
at my wife and she stood with knife poised over a tomato 
and her mouth agape. I cleared my throat and she looked 
up at me. I raised an eyebrow and she got the message 
and went back to cutting and talking. There was a slight 
frown on her forehead, which I'd learned over the years 
indicated she was mulling something over.

"Can I get a glass of water?" Tamara asked. 

"Sure, sweet....uh, Mara. It's in the refrigerator 
door." Mary replied. 

Tamara stood and frowning opened the fridge door and 
looked at the shelves. I stifled a chuckle and walked 
over. I showed her where the glasses were kept then 
showed her the ice and cold water dispenser, which was 
built into the exterior of the fridge door.

"You have a fridge that gives water?" Tamara asked, but 
it sounded rhetorical and slightly sarcastic. I started 
to feel slightly bourgeois. 

"Yes!" Mary answered, "Isn't that wonderful!" 

I winced at my wife's apparent lack of female intuition. 
I looked at Mrs. Jackson and she was studying my wife. I 
think she also was beginning to wonder.

"It's not uncommon nowadays," I told Mara, hoping to 
deflect any misgivings Mrs. Jackson was developing. 
"Hell, we even have an indoor toilet!" 

Mrs. Jackson was taking a sip of coffee and she choked 
as it went into her lungs. My wife went to her 
assistance and Tamara and I had another staring match. I 
cocked and eyebrow at her and she cocked an eyebrow at 
me. We stood there cock-eyed for a few moments and then 
she smiled and went to stand by my wife. She asked Mary 
if there was anything she could do and now it was my 
turn to choke on my soft drink. The last thing I 
expected was for this little girl to offer any 
assistance in the kitchen. Maybe, I was wrong about her. 
Nah!

We had a pleasant lunch and then Mrs. Jackson wished us 
luck and left. Mara and Mary - I could tell the 
similarity in names would take some getting used to - 
went up to the girl's room and went through her clothes. 
Mary showed Mara how to log on to the Internet and left 
her up there to surf on her own. 

"She's a little more uh.... mature than I expected!" 
Mary said as she sighed and dropped onto the sofa next 
to me. 

"Yeah!" I replied with some emphasis. "You can say that 
again!"

Mary looked at me strangely, but held back any thought 
she may have had. 

"She's a little bitty thing though. Isn't she?" Mary 
said as though maybe she was wrong.

Neither of us had a point of reference, but we had 
enough friends with kids to be able to make an educated 
assumption.

"And that body!" Mary said. Her eyebrows waggling up and 
down. "I don't remember having tits when I was twelve!"

"Me neither," I said, nodding.

Mary giggled and pinched my nipple through my shirt. I 
lunged at her and we fell back onto the sofa. We 
grappled together as I tried to pinch her nipple. Mary 
shrieked as I tickled her. I brought my lips to hers and 
we settled into a kiss. We heard a loud 'ahem' and we 
both looked up to see Mara standing there. 

"There's something wrong with the computer," she said 
matter-of-factly.

"Oh... oh... all right, Mara. I'll be right there," Mary 
said, blushing. She gave me a wide-eyed look as she got 
up to leave. 

"What?" I said. "I wasn't alone here you know!" She 
wasn't going to lay the blame on me for getting caught 
making out on the sofa. Now I knew what I'd missed while 
growing up in a boy's school. 

We had a pleasant evening. A light supper, followed by a 
little television. Mara seemed to open up a little and 
she and Mary talked about clothing and school throughout 
supper. I thought that perhaps all those things I'd read 
about in her file were not harbingers of bad things to 
come. Maybe she had just needed a nice couple like us to 
help her adjust. Maybe the moon was actually made of 
cheese.

We went to bed early; being on your best behavior was 
extremely tiring. We bid Mara good night and went to our 
separate bedrooms. Once we lie down we realized we were 
too jazzed up to sleep and Mary talked incessantly about 
how well things seemed to have gone. It was like having 
a new baby in the house. Mary asked if I could take the 
morning off so that I could go with them to the school 
we had enrolled her in. 

It was an all girl's school and had great academic 
references. I told her I was the boss and could take all 
the time off I wanted. That being settled we both lay 
back and took up our bedside reading. Mary dozed off 
after a half hour and I remained awake. I usually didn't 
go to bed until midnight and ten was a little early for 
me. I realized I wouldn't be falling asleep soon so I 
got up and pulled on some pajamas bottoms. Mary stirred 
and asked where I was going. I told her to watch the 
evening news and she mumbled something as she rolled 
back onto her side.

I crept out of our room and silently closed the door 
behind me. I was tiptoeing towards the stairwell when 
the hall bathroom door opened and Tamara stepped out. 
She was naked. I stopped and stared at her. She stood 
there and stared back. She placed her hands on her hips 
and let me get a good look. I looked at her breasts and 
they stared back at me. 

My eyes wandered down and I looked at her young cunt. It 
swelled out from her body. Her labia were fat and the 
hood to her clit was long. I swallowed the lump that had 
formed in my throat. Mara smiled and then spun on her 
heel and walked to her room. She hesitated at the door 
and looked back over her shoulder. I was staring at her 
perky little butt. She said good night and closed her 
door. I walked down the stairs and turned on the 
television. I don't remember any of the news broadcast. 

We got up with the alarm and Mary and I took a shower 
together. She laughed at my friskiness, but soon got 
into it and then wrapped her legs around me as I fucked 
her up against the shower wall. She asked me what had 
brought that on and I told her I didn't know, but in the 
back of my mind I did. I had pictured Mara's naked body 
as I made love to my wife and it had excited me. I had 
briefly imagined myself fucking her and it had brought 
me to a climax.

We dressed and went down to the kitchen to find Mara 
dressed and eating cereal. She said she hoped is was 
okay for her to help herself and my wife told her that 
this was her home and she could do what she wanted. I 
kept cringing every time my wife said something like 
that. I didn't think Mara would walk away with anything, 
but I also didn't think that 'carte blanche' was the way 
to go either. 

Mary and I had coffee and toast and at seven thirty we 
all agreed it was time to get the show on the road. The 
school was only ten minutes away and we made it there in 
a half hour. Mary was driving and she kept slowing to 
point out points of interest to Mara. Like the best 
hairdresser; the best knick-knack shop; the best woman's 
clothing store; and of course the best shoe store. I 
quickly decided this was not the best route to take to 
school.

We gathered inside the principal's office and were 
welcomed to St. Regis' Academy for Young Women. The 
principal was a prunish sort of woman and I felt that if 
she ever laughed she would fall apart into a myriad 
little pieces. She reviewed Mara's transcripts from her 
other schools and said she was impressed with the 
grades, but she noticed an attendance problem as well as 
a few notations concerning her attitude. I reached over, 
and smiling, squeezed Mara's shoulder a little harder 
than she expected and said that those were all in the 
past. 

As Mary engaged the principal in conversation, Mara 
reached up and rubbed her shoulder. She looked at me 
with a question in her eyes. I think she realized that 
there was a little steel behind the glib exterior. We 
ambled down the halls of academia as we were shown the 
classrooms, the gym, the library, the track and sports 
field. 

We ahhhed and ooohhed at all the appropriate places and 
soon our new daughter was taken from us and sent off to 
become a better person. Mary clutched my arm as though 
she was watching her only child go off to war. I was 
quickly reminded of the tableau of my parents watching 
me be taken away to Swampscott Academy. 

Mary dropped me off at home where I picked up my truck 
and drove over to Natick to see how the job site was 
going. We were building a strip mall and we were using a 
lot of prefab pieces. The site was going up quickly. I 
spent some time in the trailer going over the daily 
report and then walked the site. I was greeted with 
enthusiasm by my crew. 

I had been telling whoever wanted to listen about our 
new bundle of joy arriving yesterday and I was pelted 
with questions. I described the previous day and that 
morning's events and everybody listened intently. I got 
a lot of slaps on the back and they wished me a lot of 
luck. Most of these guys already had families and they 
knew what I'd be going through. But, I don't know how 
many of these men had been confronted with that much 
sexuality in a young girl.

I got home at six and saw Mary's car in the driveway. I 
put a hand on the hood and the engine was cool. I had 
forgotten to ask what time Mara got out of class. I 
walked into the house and heard voices coming from the 
kitchen. I stood outside the door and listened as Mara 
rambled on about her day and how she thought that St. 
Regis was a really neat place, and how they had really 
neat lockers, and a really neat library, and how every 
thing was just so neat. I shook my head and walked into 
the kitchen. 

Mary was preparing supper and Mara was fetching things 
for her as she asked for them. They both chorused a 
'Hi!' at me and continued with the task of making a 
meal. I grabbed a beer and sat at the kitchen table and 
watched. Mara's movements were relaxed and I wondered at 
how easily she had adapted to us. We had gone from being 
a couple to a family in less than two days. 

I caught myself watching Mara's ass as she bent down to 
get veggies out of the crisper drawer and I saw her 
glance back at me and smile. I excused myself and went 
in to watch some more news. 

A few minutes later, Mara came out and plopped down on 
the sofa next to me.

"Mary thinks I should spend a little time with you." She 
stated. 

She sat on one leg and the other stuck out in front of 
her. She was half turned towards me and it pulled her 
shirt tight around her body. Her small breasts and 
nipples poked out at me. My eyes wandered for a moment 
and she looked down at her chest. 

"Must be cold in here!" She said with a tinkle in her 
throaty voice. "So? How was your day?" She asked. She 
reached over and picked at a piece of lint on my pants 
leg and her hand remained there. I could feel the heat 
through my pants and my cock jerked. We both saw it move 
and I looked up to see Mara chewing on her bottom lip, 
staring at my crotch.

"Why are you doing this?"

"It's what you want. It's what all men want!" 

"No!" I whispered.

"Oh?" She said and her hand moved slowly up my thigh.

My cock twitched again and I reached down and placed a 
hand on top of hers, preventing her from moving any 
further up.

"Don't mistake instinctual reaction for desire." I told 
her.

"Wha... what do you mean?" She asked.

I thought for a second.

"When a snake bites it's because it's brain has told it 
it's in danger. Not because the snake wants to bite." I 
think I confused her so I went on. "My penis would jump 
in my pants regardless of who ran their hand up my 
thigh. It's just an automatic reaction."

"Yeah?" She replied and looked me in the eye. "What 
about your eyes. When you looked at me last night. Was 
that instinctual ... whatever?"

"Your a pretty girl." I told her and watched her smile. 
"Most men like to look at pretty girls. I should have 
turned away. I'm sorry I didn't. It wasn't right that I 
stared."

"It's.. okay." She said and stared at my face. Her brow 
was furrowed as though she was trying to figure me out.

"In the future," I told her. "It probably would be 
better for both of us if you wore you pajamas when you 
went to the bathroom."

"Okay," she said in a small voice.

She had removed her hand from my thigh and she turned to 
look at the television. Mary called us to dinner and we 
spent a pleasant hour talking about our individual days. 
Mary and Mara seemed to hit it off splendidly. I only 
hoped that Mara's little ploy or whatever it was that 
she had been doing was behind us. 

Little did I know.

*   *   *

Six weeks had passed and it seemed as though we were in 
for some clear sailing. We had gone through a couple of 
squalls, but the ship was sound and there were no leaks. 
I'm speaking metaphorically. Mara had settled in with 
apparent ease and Mary was as happy as a sailor on 
liberty after six months at sea. And me? Well, I was 
getting laid so much I would have put up with anything.

The second week that Mara was there I noticed that when 
I went to bed at around midnight there would be a light 
under her door. On the third such night, curiosity 
overshadowed caution and I tapped at her door. Mara 
opened the door. I had steeled myself in case she was 
once again naked, but this time she was still dressed in 
her street clothes. 

I was surprised to feel disappointment. I asked her why 
she was still up and she told me she was surfing the 
net. I told her to turn it off and go to bed because it 
was late and she had to get up in seven hours. She said 
that was okay that she did it every night. I told her 
that she would no longer be doing it and that I wanted 
her in bed at eleven on school nights. An angry look 
crossed her face and if it's possible she silently 
slammed the door in my face.

I was almost at my bedroom door when she came out of her 
room and headed for her bathroom. I turned and we stared 
at each other for a moment. 

"You're too young to stay up that late," I emphasized.

"What do you care?" She told me.

"What do you mean? 'What do I care'" I repeated.

"That's what I said!" She emphasized and placed her free 
hand on her hip.

I walked away from the bedroom door and walked closer to 
her. Her eyes got wide and she took a step back and came 
up against the doorframe. I paused in mid stride as I 
realized why she reacted that way.

"You think I'm going to hit you?" I asked her. 

"Why not?" She said defiantly. "They all did!"

"Who the fuck... uh, I mean who are 'They'?" I asked.

"All the other foster fathers!" She spat out.

Dear God I said to myself. What kind of life had this 
child had. No wonder she ran away from all the other 
foster homes. I walked slowly to her with my hands at my 
side. I gathered her into my arms and hugged her. 

"I'd never hit you." I told her and realized that my 
voice was choked up with emotion.

I felt her body shake and hot tears soaked into my 
shirt. I held her there for a few minutes until she 
stopped crying. I held her out at arms length and looked 
into her red eyes.

"I just want you to be happy and healthy. That's why I 
want you to go to bed earlier. You need your rest, 
you're still a young person. No matter how old you are 
in here." I patted myself in the chest as I said the 
last part.

"Okay," she blubbered and put her arms around me again. 
We stayed locked like that for a minute and then she let 
me go and went into the bathroom. I turned to go to bed 
and found Mary looking at me through a slightly opened 
bedroom door. 

"Well," she said, "that was intense."

"Yeah," I replied, "did you hear what she said?"

"About all the other foster dads? Yes"

"What a life!" 

At breakfast the next day, all seemed to be back to 
normal. We sat around the table and chatted about 
nonsensical things. Mara seemed to want to say 
something, but kept avoiding it. Mary asked if she had 
something on her mind. Mara hemmed and hawed for a 
moment and then asked if she could invite some girls 
over for a slumber party. We both looked at her in 
surprise. 

She misread our expressions and told us to 'never mind'. 
Mary told her that it was a great idea and that we had 
just been taken by surprise because she had never spoken 
of anyone at school as a friend. Mara smiled and said 
she had made a lot of friends and she started ticking 
off names. 

We agreed to her idea and she said she would ask if they 
could come over this weekend. We asked her to tell the 
parents to call us so that we could speak to them. She 
frowned and asked us why and we told her it was the 
polite thing to do. She still had a lot of distrust in 
her and I hoped we would be able to drive it out of her.

The weekend arrived and so did a half dozen screaming 
waifs. They all arrived at the same time and I still 
don't know who the woman was that dropped them off. She 
was someone's mother, but I couldn't remember my own 
name amidst all the squealing and laughter. 

Three of the girls were interchangeable. Blonde, blue 
eyed, with big white teeth. Two of the others were 
brunettes. One with brown eyes and the other with green. 
The last girl was a redhead and she looked more like she 
was eighteen than preteen. Her hair was more orange than 
red, and she had bottle green eyes, and a fair amount of 
freckles were sprinkled across her nose. 

She had larger breasts than my wife, which isn't 
actually saying much since Mary wears a size 34, B cup 
bra. The redhead's waist was slender and flared into 
well-rounded hips. She had the type of body that Marilyn 
Monroe aspired to except without the need for corsets 
and push up bras. I saw Mary giving her the once over 
and I grinned at her when I caught her eye. Mary shook 
her head and widened her eyes in wonder.

It was the first week in July and school would soon be 
over. This was an end-of-school party and they were 
making the most of it. They stampeded up the stairs and 
I followed. They oohed and aahed at Mara's room and I 
told them they could spread out between her room and the 
guest room. I left them as they changed into their 
swimsuits, which would be about the only thing they wore 
that weekend. 

Mary coerced me into being lifeguard and I sat around 
the pool most of the day. I watched these young minxes 
as they gamboled about in next to nothing and I was 
semi-tumescent the entire time. They all wore bikinis 
and two actually had thong bottoms. The redhead wore a 
green bikini and her large breasts jiggled like bowls of 
pudding. I kept forcing myself to look away, but my eyes 
would often return to watch her run about.

At about noon, I had to heed the call of nature. There 
were two girls in the pool and the rest were lying 
around getting a tan. I didn't notice the redhead and 
assumed she was getting a drink or going to the bathroom 
herself. I walked through the kitchen and told Mary I 
had to use the john and she went out to take my place. I 
walked up the stairs and turned towards our bedroom. A 
loud moan brought me to a standstill and I turned and 
looked at Mara's slightly opened door. The moan came 
again, but it didn't sound like pain and I was afraid to 
go near because of what I might see. 

I approach Mara's bedroom. I had one hand on the door 
and was about to push it open when a voice from inside 
said:

"Oh, God! Yes!"

I took my hand away, but then threw caution to the wind 
and slowly pushed the door open. The bed came into view 
and I found Mara on her back and the redheaded girl 
kneeling on the bed and eating her out. I was looking 
right at the redheaded girl's ass and could see the lips 
of her sex as they poked out from between her thighs. 
Mara's hands tangled in the other girl's hair and she 
moaned loudly.

"Oh, yes! That's it! Suck my clit!" She said in a loud 
voice. 

I could feel my cock rise in my swimsuit. I stood 
speechless as Mara crashed through her orgasm. She 
released the redheaded girl's hair and the redhead sat 
back on her haunches. 

"Ummm. That was good!" The girl said and I couldn't 
believe my ears. 

"I'm not the only one who enjoyed it!" I heard Mara say 
and I looked up to see her staring right at me. 

"Excuse me!" I stammered and turned around and rushed 
into my bathroom. My cock was straining at my pants and 
I lowered them to set it free. I wrapped my hand around 
it and closed my eyes. I pictured the two young girls on 
the bed and started to stroke. My cock felt hard and the 
sensation was incredible. I stroked slowly, savoring the 
feeling. I knew if I went any faster that I'd cum right 
away.

"Need help with that?" A voice asked. My eyes shot open 
and I turned to find the redhead standing in the doorway 
to the bathroom. 

"What are you doing in here?" I asked her with a choked 
up voice.

"Mara thought you might need some help," the young girl 
responded. She walked up to me and placed her hand 
around my cock. She looked me in the eye as she slid her 
hand back and forth and smiled.  I tried to get my body 
to respond to my thoughts, but it wouldn't move and I 
allowed the girl to continue. She lowered herself to her 
knees and slowly pulled my cock into her mouth. 

I groaned at the lascivious sight. She smiled around my 
cock and slid most of it into her mouth. She started 
moving her mouth up and down my shaft. Her tongue played 
around the head and I could feel it swell inside of her 
mouth. My cum boiled out of my body and rushed up the 
shaft of my cock and splashed into her mouth. She moaned 
as my cum coated the inside of her mouth. She swallowed 
and kept on bobbing up and down. My knees shook and I 
put a hand on the sink to hold myself up. She finally 
released my cock and its slippery mass plopped down onto 
my balls. 

"That looked like fun!" A voice said and I looked up to 
find Mara standing there. I don't know how much she saw, 
but it was enough. I felt like a hypocrite.

"Must have been that 'instinctual response' thing you 
told me about," Mara said and then giggling, she and the 
redhead left me alone. 

I looked at myself in the mirror and I didn't like what 
I saw. I stood over the urinal and my urine sprayed out 
as from a showerhead. I held back and squeezed my cock 
to try and open up the urinary canal. I tried again and 
it came out in a stream, but it shot off to the right 
and splashed onto the floor. I made the adjustment and 
finished in the bowl. I grabbed some paper towels and 
cleaned up my mess. 

All the while, I was trying to deal with what has just 
occurred. I steeled myself and went back downstairs. I 
relieved Mary at the pool and she went back in to finish 
the sandwiches she had been working on. The girls were 
all gathered together on the small redwood deck on the 
other side of the pool. They stopped talking as I found 
my seat and stared at me. I looked over and they all 
turned away and giggled. I could feel the color rise in 
my face.

The redhead looked over at me and licked her lips. The 
girls all started giggling again. I felt like I'd 
descended into my own private hell. 

The rest of the afternoon went without incident, but the 
girls were merciless. They rubbed up against me at every 
opportunity. I got a glimpse of more naked tits and 
asses than at a strip club. Every time Mary asked me to 
go check on them I was rewarded with a flash of beaver 
or tits. The girls found this uproarious and I bore 
under it with stoic resolve. 

Mary went to bed early and I was left with the task of 
watching over the girls. I inwardly cringed every time I 
went to check on them. I found Mara in her room with one 
of the interchangeable blondes and ask where the other 
five were. I was told that they were in the guest room 
playing a game. Mara took my hand and lead me to that 
room. She put a finger to her lips and slowly opened the 
guest room door. The five girls sat naked on the floor. 

One of the brunettes spun a bottle and it pointed at one 
of the other blondes. The blonde picked up the bottle, 
leaned back, and slowly slid it into her cunt. She 
pushed the bottle in up to the thick part and then began 
stroking it in and out of herself. She did so for a 
minute and then smiling put the bottle down and spun it. 
It wound up pointing at the redhead and she repeated the 
process. Mara pulled me back and closed the door. I 
looked at her in stunned silence. 

"The one who cums first," Mara informed me as if I had 
asked a question. "Has to eat everybody else out."

My mouth worked, but no sound came out. 

"It's a lot of fun!" Mara told me and smiled. 

"This is crazy!" I said, finally finding my voice. 

"Yeah, isn't it?" Mara said with pride. "It took me a 
while to find six girls who were of like mind."

"Of like mind?" I repeated. "Mara, why are you doing 
this to us?"

"I'm not doing this to YOU!" She told me. "I want to do 
it. I like doing it. I need to do it!"

"What do you mean 'need'?" I asked her.

"Don't you know?" She asked me, shaking her head.

"What? Tell me!" 

"I love sex. I want it. I've been dying without it and 
you made it clear you weren't going to give it to me," 
She informed me.

"Mara, your a child." I hesitated for a second and 
looked at the door of the guest bedroom. "Your all 
children."

"No!" Mara said. "We're young girls who like sex and 
we're going to have it one way or another. You can 
accept the fact or not, but it's going to happen. If I 
can't get it from them I'll go find it somewhere else."

"Like in the Combat Zone?" I asked sarcastically.

"Like the Combat Zone!" She informed me. "At least I was 
making money even if the sex was bad." 

I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I wasn't 
equipped to deal with this. I hadn't had a child to 
raise from infant hood. I'd been given a full-grown girl 
with all of her habits - good and bad.

"This will kill Mary!" I told Mara.

"Hey! I won't tell her if you don't!" She informed me.

"Aren't you worried that she'll come out and find them 
doing that?" I asked her and indicated that room with my 
chin.

"I've been here long enough to know that Mary sleeps 
like the dead!" Mara told me and she was correct. 
Nothing short of a gunshot would wake Mary up once she'd 
fallen asleep. I'd physically rolled her over when she'd 
broken out in loud stentorian snores and she had 
remained asleep.

"You can never keep something like this a secret!" I 
told her. 

"You'd be surprised!" Mara said. She grabbed my hand and 
pulled me into her room. The blonde girl lie on the bed 
without clothes on. Her child body was thin and she had 
no breasts or hair on her cunt. She was running a finger 
through the lips of her sex and she looked at us with a 
glazed expression.

"Julie!" Mara said to get her attention. Then she went 
over to the bed and pulled the girls hand away from her 
sex. The girl groaned in frustration and looked up 
questioningly.

"Julie!" Mara repeated. "Tell Jamie who's been eating 
you out every school day this year."

The girl giggled and said, "Ms. Brierson."

I thought for a moment. The name was familiar, but I 
couldn't put a face to it. Suddenly something clicked 
and I realized that Ms. Brierson was the name of the old 
prunish principal. My mouth fell open and my eyes grew 
wide.

"She picks out a girl every year," Mara informed me, 
"and teaches her how to eat pussy. If she doesn't 
already know."

I stared at the young girl on the bed. I couldn't 
picture her kneeling in front of that old dried up 
shrew. 

"I don't blame her," I heard Mara say. "Julie's got a 
sweet little cunt!"

I looked down at Mara finding it hard to believe that 
those words were coming out of that young girl's mouth. 
Mara pulled on my hand and dragged me closer to the bed.

"Go ahead," she said, "give her a taste."

I looked down at the young blonde, who had resumed her 
cunt rubbing, and she spread her legs and smiled up at 
me. I was like an automaton as I got onto my knees and 
drew her legs onto my shoulders. I pushed my tongue out 
and took a swipe at her sweet, juicy interior. 

The girl moaned loudly and I continued to lick at her 
moistness. I ran my tongue up her slit and onto her 
swollen clit. She moaned again and I teased her little 
button with my tongue. I pushed my tongue into her hole 
and felt a gush of liquid splash against my tongue. Her 
taste was mild and almost sugary. I licked until there 
was no more and then I went back to her clit. 

Her ass rolled on the bed as she moaned and I had to 
hold her tightly. Her legs stiffened and she clasped me 
within her thighs as her orgasm hit. She placed a hand 
over her mouth and stifled a scream. Her cunt gushed and 
I lapped at her juices. I felt her legs quiver against 
my neck and then she slumped, exhausted. I pulled my 
glistening maw away from her sex and turned to find Mara 
naked and driving a couple of fingers into her cunt.

I watched her for a few moments and then reached down to 
squeeze my swollen cock. Mara followed my hand and 
watched me. 

"Fuck me, please?" She begged me and lie back onto the 
bed. 

I lowered my shorts and my hard cock jumped out. I moved 
up onto the bed and lowered myself onto her. She reached 
down between us and guided me to her opening. I slid in 
slowly, but easily. I felt the head of my cock push up 
against her cervix and she moaned. I lowered my mouth to 
hers and our tongues twisted and twined. I pumped in and 
out of her. 

Slowly at first, and then I picked up the tempo and soon 
I was driving hard into her. She pulled her legs up and 
wrapped them around my waist. This slowed me down and I 
ground into her cunt. My pelvis rubbed against her clit 
and she moaned around my tongue. I felt my balls draw 
into my body and I told her I was about to cum. 

"Wait, wait!" She pleaded and ground her pelvis against 
mine. Her eyes got wide and she groaned loudly. "Now, 
now!" She told me and I felt my cum spew out of my cock. 
I could feel her cunt milk my cock as she came. Her cunt 
was like a velvet-gloved hand as it pulsed around my 
squirting cock. I'd never felt the like. She buried her 
face into my shoulder and trembled and moaned. We lie in 
a tangled mass as our passion rode itself out.

"Wow! That was awesome!" Julie said.

Mara giggled and I rolled off of her. 

"Yeah! It was!" Mara agreed.

Julie reached for my flaccid cock and she bent down and 
licked up the gooey mess that coated it. She licked and 
sucked voraciously. I felt my cock respond to her 
ministering and soon it stood up proud and clean. Julie 
smiled at me and straddled my body. She held my cock as 
she lowered herself onto it. Her eyes fluttered and 
closed as it slid all the way in. I couldn't believe 
this girl was taking me all the way in. I still had two 
inches left after I'd driven all the way into Mara. 

"That's nice!" Julie stated, her eyes still closed. 
"It's bigger than my dad's!" She informed us.

"Your.... dad's!" I said in wonderment.

"Uh huh!" She nodded. She moved her hips in small 
circles and drove her pelvis down onto mine. She leaned 
back and started moving up and down in short strokes. I 
reached out and placed my right thumb against her clit. 
I rubbed slowly and she moaned in ecstasy. I continued 
to rub and she continued her short up and down stroking. 
She came within minutes and slammed herself down against 
me. She sighed and slid off my rampant prick. 

I looked up and suddenly realized that all the other 
girls were standing around and watching. Most of them 
were fondling themselves in one fashion or another. I 
was surrounded by naked young women. Their pussies were 
all hairless except for the redhead who had a downy 
patch of hair above her swollen cunt. She climbed onto 
the bed and told me to take her from behind. I knelt 
behind her and slid my cock into the warmth of her young 
cunt. Her cunt was tighter than the other two and belied 
her mature body. 

One of the brunettes sidled onto the bed and slid 
underneath the redhead in a sixty-nine position. The 
redhead lowered her mouth to the proffered cunt and I 
could feel a warm breath on my cock as the brunette 
started to lick at the redhead's swollen clit. My balls 
brushed up against the brunette's hair as I stroked in 
and out of the redhead's cunt and the feeling was 
exquisite. 

Both girls were primed and they came within moments. I 
continued to stroke in and out of the redhead and could 
feel the brunette's tongue as she licked at my shaft as 
it slid in and out. She slid further down and I could 
feel her lick my balls. I was in heaven and could feel 
the surge in my loins. 

Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and someone pulled 
me out of the redhead. I moaned in disappointment as my 
cock plopped out and I watched a string of precum 
stretch form the tip of my cock to the redhead's cunt. 
It stretched about four inches before breaking and 
dripping onto the bed. 

I looked over my shoulder and another of the young 
blonde girls was tugging on my waist. She scrambled up 
onto the bed and lie next to the redhead and her 
brunette friend who were once again eating each other 
out. I moved over and lowered myself into my next 
victim. She smiled as my cock parted her pussy lips and 
she arched her back. 

All around me, the girls were engaged in different forms 
of sex. The two girls next to us were slurping at each 
other's cunts. One girl sat on the vanity stool and Mara 
knelt before her and licked her cunt. The other two were 
also in a sixty-nine and they rolled around on the 
carpeted floor. 

The young girl I was fucking had pert little breasts and 
fat little nipples. I bent down and grabbed one between 
my swollen lips. I fondled it with my tongue and I felt 
her quiver.  Her pelvis thrust up at me and she fucked 
herself on my cock as I play with her tits. I went from 
one to the other and licked and sucked. She seemed to 
enjoy this and her head rocked back and forth. 

I released her nipple and I pushed myself up onto my 
stiffened arms. I pushed my cock all the way into her 
and she grunted. I pulled out slowly and then drove in 
hard again. She grunted again. I started doing this over 
and over. She squeezed and pinched her nipples as I 
drove into her and she grunted every time I hit bottom. 
I felt the cum boil in my balls and I started driving  
faster and harder. 

She thrust her pelvis up and greeted every stroke with a 
grunt. I drove hard into her and remained there as my 
cum oozed out of my cock. She clutched at her tits as 
she groaned loudly and I felt her cunt pulse around my 
cock. She squeezed her tits and groaned in time with her 
pummeling as though the fondling is what drove her 
orgasm. I softened quickly and rolled off of her.

I stood and pulled on my shorts. I looked around me and 
the girls were all still engaged in their orgy. The 
blonde I had just fucked had rolled onto her side and 
curled into a ball. She had a smile on her lips as she 
appeared to doze off. I turned back and looked over my 
shoulder as I grasped the handle to the door. Mara and 
her partner had changed positions now and Mara sat with 
her legs spread wide as her little friend feasted on her 
cunt. 

Mara looked at me and smiled as I walked out the door 
and closed it behind me. I walked all the way down to 
the game room and fixed myself a strong drink. I was 
lost and I knew it. My cock had lead me into damnation. 
I wondered how I could continue with my every day life 
knowing that at any moment someone would point an 
accusing finger at me. I sat in the dark, motionless, my 
drink went untouched.

Sometime later, I heard the pad of feet on the stairs 
and Mara came around the corner. She was wearing pajamas 
and I chortled at her newfound modesty. 

"Feeling sorry for yourself?" Asked the little urchin 
with a voice much too old for her twelve short years.

I only stared at her as she approached me. She took the 
drink from my hand and placed it on the bar then ambled 
up into my lap. The lounge chair automatically sprung 
open and we both clutched at thin air as we reacted to 
the sudden movement. We settled down and Mara laughed 
her rich buttery laugh. She sat sideways across my lap 
and rested her head against my shoulder.

"Worried?" She inquired.

"What do you think?" I asked her quietly. "I just fucked 
three underage girls!" 

"I know it won't do any good, but believe me they won't 
tell anyone."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked my little nymphet.

"Because, they've all been keeping bigger secrets than 
this." She informed me.

"And what would those be?" I asked. Doesn't she know 
that if she was aware of their secrets that they weren't 
very good at keeping them.

"They've all been fucking their fathers for years," she 
informed me. "A couple have even been getting it on with 
their moms," she added.

I processed this information and voiced my earlier 
thought about their ability to keep these secrets.

"They didn't have to tell me," Mara said. "I could just 
tell."

"How can you tell something like that?" I asked, 
actually wanting to know.

"They act differently. More uh... older, you know?"

"Mature," I supplied.

"Yes, that's it, mature. It's like they know something 
that no one else does. The rest of the girls are just, 
you know, girls."

I thought about that for a moment and wondered if she 
could actually divine these things.

"How do you find out if your right. What if you make a 
mistake?" I asked her.

"Well, I make friends with them and when the time is 
right I let drop a comment like, 'Gee, I wish I had a 
big cock in me right now!' And they usually say they 
would like one also or that they had one last night or 
something."

I chuckled at her brashness, but it didn't alleviate my 
anxiety. She snuggled down into my lap and I could feel 
the heat from her cunt. My cock twitched slightly and 
she looked me in the eye. 

"Hmmmm!" She said. "You haven't had enough yet?"

She slid off my lap and rubbed my cock through my 
shorts. I told her to stop, but she continued to fondle 
me. My cock rose once again and became constricted 
within my pants. Mara grasped the waistband of my short 
and pulled on them. I raised my butt up and they slid 
down to my thighs. I lifted my legs slightly and she 
pulled them all the way off. She lowered her pajamas 
bottoms and climbed back into the chair. She pushed on 
my chest and the chair opened into the full reclining 
position. She smiled as she straddled my body and her 
cunt once again engulfed my cock. 

She rose up slowly and slid back down. She began to ride 
me slowly. She rose up until my cock almost pulled out 
of her and then she slid down impaling herself as deeply 
as possible. 

"This is what I like," she informed me, "a long, slow 
ride."

I stared at her in wonder. She was only twelve years old 
and she was telling me how she liked to fuck. I'd cum 
twice already this evening and I was amazed that I could 
stay so hard. She varied her motion as she fucked 
herself with my cock. She moved her hips from side to 
side and then front to back. She put a little twist in 
her hips as she lowered herself and that's the one I 
enjoyed the most. 

"I think I like this so much, because all those other 
bastards would just fuck me as quickly as they could and 
then leave me wanting," she said wistfully.

I knew which bastards she meant and a slight guilt 
washed over me.

"Am I one of those bastards?" I asked and realized I was 
seeking this twelve-year-old's approval.

"Oh, no! I didn't mean you!" She said and stopped her 
motion. "You've been so nice to me. You've treated me 
like the father I've always wanted."

I look down at where my cock stuck into her cunt and I 
couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of her statement. 
She realized the absurdity of the moment and she laughed 
also. She resumed her motions and I let the pleasure 
wash over me. Her motions became a little more urgent 
after a few minutes and soon she was groaning and 
arching her back. I reached up and teased her dark 
nipples between the fingers of both hands. I could feel 
her long hair caress my balls and the feeling drove me 
to another climax. We shuddered together for a while and 
then she draped herself upon me.

I hugged her to me and she snuggled in deeper.

"I could live here forever!" She said and I found myself 
wishing she could.

*  *  *

I went to bed that evening with mixed emotions. I was 
dead tired and the last thing I remember was laying my 
head on my pillow and wondering what I'd gotten myself 
into. 

I awoke the next morning when Mary shook my shoulder. 

"I didn't know young girls could wear you out like 
that?" She said, smiling.

The first thought through my mind was that she knew 
about the previous evening, but I told myself I was 
being paranoid.

"What're ya mean?" I asked her groggily.

"Well it's ten and your still in bed!"

"Ten o'clock!" I sputtered as I sat up and looked at the 
alarm. Sure enough she was right. I hadn't slept that 
late in ages. I guess fucking little girls was a lot 
more tiring than I imagined.

I heard the excited screech of a young girl, which was 
followed by a loud splash. 

"Are they in the pool already?" I asked in amazement.

"Well, unlike someone, who'll remain nameless, those 
young girls have been up since the crack of dawn!"

"Jesus! Where do they get the energy?" I moaned and fell 
back into bed. I pulled the pillow over my face and lie 
still. I felt the sheet being pulled off of me and I 
clutched at it fleetingly. I felt Mary's hand run up the 
inside of my thigh and I tossed off the pillow and 
grabbed her hand. 

"Don't start something you can't finish!" I told her 
with a raised eyebrow.

She giggled and then the sound of another screech 
reminded her why she came upstairs. 

"Well," she said, going to her chest of drawers and 
pulling out a two-piece swimsuit, "if you'll take care 
of the kitchen duties today. I'll take my turn outside 
as lifeguard."

I almost said 'Thank God', but I refrained and gave my 
best whine at having to fix sandwiches and running to 
fulfill their every little desire.

"Oh, poor baby!" Mary said with a mock pout. Then she 
laughed and told me to get my ass downstairs. I climbed 
out of bed and walked into the bath. I notice I'd picked 
up a lot of sun the previous day and hoped that it 
wouldn't peel. I got into the shower and washed away the 
night's collection of body oils and dead skin. 

I tenderly washed my cock expecting it to be sore, but 
it felt just fine and started to respond to the gentle 
stroking. I shook my head in amazement and tried to 
think of other things. I dressed lightly and wended my 
way downstairs. Everyone was out by the pool and the 
house was nice and quiet. I walked into the kitchen and 
found that there had been a localized tornado this 
morning that the news hadn't told us about. 

There were a half dozen bowls strewn about on all the 
flat surfaces, including one on the floor by the small 
kitchen table. An empty milk carton lie on its side on 
the butcher block and I could feel the grittiness of 
spilt sugar beneath my moccasins. 

My compulsiveness kicked in and I thought about going 
outside and doing some yelling. I decided, instead, to 
clean it up myself due to the amount of enjoyment I was 
getting out of being alone in the relative peace and 
quiet of the indoors. I could hear the peals of laughter 
outside and it was the last place I wanted to be at the 
moment.

It took a half hour to rinse and stack the dishes in the 
washer and a few moments to sweep the floor and put away 
those items that were reusable. It was past eleven now, 
so I grabbed a loaf of bread and sought out cold cuts 
and condiments. I fixed about twenty sandwiches with 
different combinations of meats and dressings, placed 
them on a platter, whipped up some iced tea,  steeled 
myself, and carried everything out to the pool deck.

I yelled out, "lunch is ready!" And a chorus of cheers 
rang out. One of the young girls said, "good morning, 
Mr. Kragan!" And soon the others had joined in. It was 
as though nothing had happened the previous evening. 
They acted like young girls as they pushed, and grabbed, 
and giggled their way through lunch. I found it hard to 
believe that I'd had my cock in some of their mouths and 
cunts. I remembered the sight of the orgy I had left 
behind when I went downstairs to the game room, and I 
couldn't accept that these were the same little sluts. 
They were acting like little angels. Little loud and 
pranky angels, but angels nonetheless. 

Unfortunately, my pondering upon the previous evening's 
activities had the usual effect on me and my cock 
started to push at my shorts. I looked around and saw 
that Mary was lying face down on a towel on the deck and 
there was no way she would notice. But, one of the girls 
noticed and soon there was another round of giggles at 
my expense. I blushed and retreated to the safety of the 
indoors. 

I retrieved the morning paper and sat at the kitchen 
table to enjoy the fruits of my labor. I had worked 
through to the business section when a number of loud 
screams and laughter erupted from the pool area. I 
contemplated going out to see what mischief they were 
getting into now, but decided my wife could handle it.

A few moments later, my wife came walking in from 
outside and my jaw must have dropped to my chest. The 
top of her swimsuit was missing and her breasts were 
exposed. 

Mary saw my face and laughed. 

"The girls decided we should all go topless. They didn't 
give me much choice."

"Oh?" Was all I could eke out.

"They ganged up on me!" She laughed. She was acting like 
a schoolgirl herself. 

"So they're all half naked out there? I'm glad the 
neighbors can't see!" I said and rose from my seat. 
"Maybe I should go and make sure!" I added and stepped 
towards the outer door. 

Mary jumped in front of me and laughed. I jinked left 
and she blocked my path. I watched as her breasts 
jiggled with her motions. I was getting turned on. I 
dropped my right shoulder and went left. She fell for 
the ruse and I had a clear path to the door. 

"Jamie!" She said from behind me. 

I paused with my hand on the doorknob and gave out a 
loud sigh. I told her she got to see, but she didn't 
think that mattered. I felt like telling her it wasn't 
something I hadn't already seen, but decided against 
that. I turned around and went back to my seat at the 
table. I pinched her firm butt as I went passed and she 
jumped and giggled. She went to the fridge and grabbed a 
couple of beers. She handed me one and said she was 
going back outside. I told her to be careful and not 
burn her pretty little tits. She stuck out her chest, 
spun on her heels, and went back outside. I picked up my 
beer and the newspaper and went into the den to finish 
reading and check on my email.

The morning gave way to the afternoon and I wasted a few 
hours surfing the web. I could hear the girls playing 
outside and marveled at their energy. Every now and 
then, I would hear someone run up the stairs, and then 
run down the stairs. It seemed like they couldn't live 
without going upstairs for some thing or other. Mary 
came by about two, her swimsuit back in place, and asked 
if I'd seen Mara. I told her no, but I'd heard someone 
go upstairs a few minutes before. 

Mary left and I heard her foot pads on the stairs. About 
five minutes later, I heard Mary come down the stairs 
and she came into the den. She had a strange look on her 
face. She sat in one of the reading chairs and I thought 
she was going to say something. I stopped what I was 
doing and looked at her expectantly. She looked at me 
and then she shook her head a little and got up and 
walked out. I watched the door close behind her and 
wondered what had been on her mind. 

I heard the girls stampede up the stairs and I looked at 
my watch. It was four and I knew that someone was 
supposed to pick them up at that time. I went out into 
the living room and found Mary talking to one of the 
girls' mothers. Mary was telling her what a wonderful 
weekend it had been and how much fun we had had. She 
said that even I had enjoyed the girls.

I must have been blushing furiously as I shook the 
lady's hand, but no one mentioned it. The girls came 
trooping by and they all told us how much fun they'd had 
and hoped they could do it again. Mara walked with them 
out to the waiting van and watched them leave. She 
walked back into the house and we noticed that she was 
crying. 

"Honey! What's wrong?" Mary said and took Mara into her 
arms. She hugged her and looked at me over Mara's 
shoulder. I raised my eyebrows and shrugged, indicating 
I hadn't a clue.

Mara's sobbing subsided and Mary held her out at arms 
length.

"What's wrong? Did someone say something?" Mary 
inquired.

Mara simply shook her head and sobbed, "N.. n... no!"

We waited for her to compose herself. I came and stood 
next to my little family and put an arm around each of 
them. I casually rubbed Mara's back. It seemed the 
natural thing to do, but it only seemed to make her cry 
harder so I stopped. I was becoming concerned. I 
couldn't imagine what had brought this on.

"It's.. it's...it's..," she stammered through her sobs, 
"the first time I've ever had friends over!" 

Having said this she buried her face in Mary's shirt and 
bawled. Mary looked at me with tears in her eyes and 
smiled. I felt a catch in my throat and felt that I 
might cry also. I took a breath through my nose and 
turned away. I heard Mary whisper "Men!" I turned around 
and stuck my tongue out at her. Mara saw me do it and 
she started laughing. It became contagious and soon we 
were all clutching our sides. I left the two girls in 
the living room as they talked about the weekend and I 
went in to start supper. Mary joined me after a while 
and fixed a salad. I still had the feeling she wanted to 
tell me something. I knew that if it preyed on her mind 
long enough she would have to say something. And she 
did.

"I.. I... didn't realize how mature girls of that age 
could be!" She said. I had a feeling there was something 
behind the comment, so I asked her what she meant.

"I.. I.., oh, Lord! I don't know how to say this!" She 
told me.

"Then don't!" I told her.

"Gosh! I've got to tell someone, or I'll just burst!" 

I stopped what I was doing and I just stared at her. She 
was slicing tomatoes and knew that I was staring at her, 
but she made believe she didn't. 

"Look," I said, "I don't think I want to hear it!" 

I thought a little reverse psychology might work. She 
too stopped what she was doing and stared back at me. 
She blushed and came closer so that she could whisper to 
me.

"I went upstairs earlier today. You know when I asked 
you if you'd seen Mara?"

I merely nodded and she continued.

"Well, I heard noises coming from the guest room!"

Mary's eyes got wider as she remembered what she'd seen. 
I had a feeling I knew what was coming next, but let her 
continue.

"I don't know why, but I tried not to make any noise and 
I went over and cracked the door a little, and, my God, 
you wouldn't believe what I saw!"

"Tell me, finally!" I said in exasperation.

"Moxie was kneeling on the floor and she was doing it to 
Rachel!" Mary said, her voice getting louder.

"Doing it?" I asked as though I hadn't a clue.

"You know! IT!" Mary practically shouted and then 
lowered her voice. "She was eating her out!"

I chuckled at her manner and then furrowed my brow as I 
asked, "Now, which one's Moxie?"

Mary punched me in the arm, and I yelled "Ow!"

"Oh, your not hurt you big wussy! You know damn well 
it's not important who." She told me and raised her fist 
again. I flinched and held my hands up in mock 
surrender. "I didn't know young girls knew how to do 
that! Do you think Mara does that?" 

I looked at her stunned.

"Apparently you didn't read the same file that I read!" 
I said to her.

"Oh, I know, but I mean with another woman?"

"Did you?" I asked her.

Mary pondered my question for a while and then frowning 
she said:

"You know. I don't remember what I knew at that age. I 
mean, I'd walked in on my parents a couple of times so I 
knew about uh.. fucking, you know. But, well I remember 
walking in on my older sister one time and her boyfriend 
was going down on her, but I don't remember how old I 
was."

This was all new territory for us. We had never spoken 
of our childhood sexual experiences. I knew she wasn't a 
virgin when I met her, but she wasn't all that worldly 
either. Or at least I hadn't thought so. I had only had 
a few experiences by then and I seemed to know as much 
or more than she. We had learned together and had later 
experimented with others as I left her for four years of 
military service. 

"Seems like you did a lot of walking in on people!" I 
told her, and she giggled. "And, it seems like your 
still doing it!" 

She thought for a second and then realized I meant 
today's incident and she giggled some more. 

"You know, I used to do it on purpose when Sissy brought 
a boyfriend home and my parents were gone. I knew she'd 
be getting up to something naughty and I always wanted 
to see what she was doing. She used to beat the crap out 
of me!" Mary reminisced, then blushed madly as she 
added, "I used to go to my room and, uh... play with 
myself!"

I looked at my wife with different eyes at that moment. 
I was about to say something when Mara came walking in, 
her face freshly scrubbed and wearing something other 
than a swimsuit. We ate a lively meal and then went our 
separate ways.  Mara to do her homework and surf the 
net; Mary to catch up on some bookkeeping for the 
company; and I to watch a little television. 

I lie down to bed that night with thoughts of sex. I 
seemed continually on the edge of arousal. The slightest 
movement by either of the girls would bring salacious 
thoughts. I looked up from my pillow as Mary came out of 
the bathroom. She was naked and came to my side of the 
bed. She drew back the sheet and lie down on top of me. 
Her mouth hungrily sought mine. Our tongues danced a 
lively jig as her hand sought out my loins. 

She grasped my manhood and stroked it as our mouths 
fueled our passion. I rolled her over and brought my 
mouth back down upon hers. I grasped her lower lip 
between my teeth and bit down gently. She made a hungry 
noise and pushed her cunt against my seeking hand. I 
dragged my tongue across her cheek and drove it gently 
into her ear. She groaned and canted her neck into her 
shoulder. My tongue traversed her throat as I descended 
to her breast. I grasped her right nipple in my mouth 
and my tongue pressed upon it and toyed with it. 

Mary arched her back and I could feel her cunt begin to 
moisten. My tongue moved to her left breast and I 
repeated the sucking and soft nibbling. I moved my 
tongue in a widening circle and then took as much of her 
breast as I could into my mouth. My tongue played with 
the erect nipple as I gently squeezed her breast. I 
could feel heat rising from her loins as the blood 
suffused her labia. My tongue trailed down the center of 
her abdomen and I stopped to toy with her navel. 

She giggled and pushed on the top of my head. I took my 
hand away from her sex as I slowly moved my seeking 
mouth lower. My tongue encountered her neatly trimmed 
pubic hair and I dragged it through. I came to the top 
of her cunt and I veered to the right. She moaned and 
pushed her pelvis up. I chuckled and continued down to 
her thigh. I left a moist trail as I dragged my tongue 
along her golden skin and reached her knee. I pushed her 
leg outward and licked at the back of her knee. She 
sucked in a breath and it came out ragged.

I moved my tongue to the other leg and did the same to 
that knee. She reached down and tried to pull me up by 
my hair. I resisted and she moaned in frustration. I 
slid my tongue up her right thigh and closed upon her 
cunt. She took in a quick breath and froze in 
anticipation. I dragged my tongue along the outside of 
one swollen labial lip and then up the outside of the 
other. 

"Oh, you bastard!" Mary gently moaned.

I chuckled again and placed my tongue at the bottom of 
her cunt. I gently licked up from bottom to top and she 
tried to drive her pelvis into my mouth, but I backed 
away and she collapsed in frustration. I lowered my 
mouth again and drove my tongue into her groove. 

Mary moaned loudly and her shoulders rocked back and 
forth. I drove my tongue in and out of her cunt and 
savored her moist saltiness. She reached down and placed 
her hands on top of my head and entwined her fingers in 
my hair. I pulled my tongue out of her hole and licked 
upwards. I reached her swollen clit and pressed on it 
with the flat of my tongue. Mary gasped again. I made my 
tongue a rigid muscle and circled it around her swollen 
nub.  Her clit became harder still. I loosened my tongue 
and licked her clit. 

Mary's hands clenched and unclenched in my hair. I 
sucked her clit between my lips and sucked on it like a 
tiny lollipop. Mary moaned and gasped and rose into a 
semi-sitting position. I had the palm of my left hand on 
her stomach and I could feel her muscles whipcord. 

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" She repeated over and over 
in rapid staccato as her orgasm ripped through her. I 
pressed my tongue to her clit and held on for the ride. 
She bucked and thrashed and I thought she would pull out 
handfuls of hair. Her orgasm lasted for a lengthy bit 
and came upon her in waves. Each successive wave was 
gentler and she slowly fell back onto the bed. Small 
trembles ran through her body and she gasped for air. 

Finally, she released my hair and she tried to hug 
herself. I moved up and she clutched me to her and 
brought her lips to mine. She pushed hard into my mouth 
and my lips pressed painfully back upon my teeth. I 
suffered the discomfort and let her have her way. My 
cock brushed against her clit and she gave a sudden 
jerk. Her hand shot down between us and she covered her 
clit. 

She pulled away from my mouth and looked at me with 
wonder in her bright shiny eyes.

"Mother of God! Where the fuck did that come from?" She 
asked.

"Nothing we haven't done before," I said, testing to 
make sure my mouth could still from vowels.

"I know! You idiot!" She laughed. "I meant where did 
that orgasm come from?"

"You tell me!" I told her, but I had a pretty good idea. 
"Must have been those young girls. You trying to show 
them up?" I kidded her.

She grabbed both my ears and pulled them slightly away 
from my head.

"Ow!" I complained.

"That could be the last word you ever hear!" She said in 
her best threatening voice.

"Wouldn't those actually be the last words, or actually 
wouldn't these be the last words?" 

She laughed and pulled my face down into her breasts. I 
took a nibble at a handy nipple and she pushed my face 
away. 

"Don't!" She said. "I'm like a giant fucking nerve right 
now!"

"A fucking nerve!" I repeated. "Hummmm! My favorite 
kind!"

I bent down to kiss her and giggling she rolled away. 
She turned onto her stomach and pressed her face into a 
pillow.

"Stop it!" She yelled, but it came out as a murmur.

I straddled her ass and rubbed my hard cock across her 
cheeks. 

"Uh-oh! Looks like someone's knocking at the back door!" 
I said and pressed my cock between her cheeks.

"Ahhhhhk!" Mary shrieked in mock terror as she put a 
hand behind her and covered her rear entry. 

A moment later there was a pounding on the bedroom door. 
We both froze and I rolled off of Mary and looked at the 
door. 

"Who is it?" I yelled.

Mary elbowed me in the ribs and grabbing the top sheet 
she wrapped it around her as she walked to the door. She 
opened the door and Mara sprung inside. She looked over 
at the bed. Her pupils were fully dilated and I could 
see the anger on her face. The first thing that crossed 
my mind was that she was in a jealous fit. I grabbed a 
pillow and covered my rampant cock. 

"What's wrong, Mara?" Mary asked.

"Was he hurting you?" Mara demanded and glared at me.

"What?" Mary asked confused. "Oh...Oh!" She exclaimed 
her voice rising. "Oh, no! My God. Jamie would never 
hurt me. I'm sorry. He, uh... tickled me and I was just 
caught by surprise. I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was 
being so loud."

Mara seemed to relax. I saw the tension go out of her 
body and suddenly a blush crept up her throat.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you were... 
Oh m'God! I am so embarrassed!" She said, and slapping a 
hand across her mouth she turned and ran from the room. 

Mary looked at me and made a silly grimace as though 
saying 'what do we do now?'.

I rolled my eyes and told her, "Go talk to her!"

Mary rolled her eyes at me and trailing half of the 
sheet on the floor she walked down the hallway to Mara's 
room. She was gone at least five minutes and then she 
came back and closed our door.

"So?" I asked.

"Well, we had a nice little chat. We spent most of the 
time apologizing to each other. She seems to think that 
you're going to be really mad at her for interrupting." 
Mary said and shrugged.

I pulled the pillow off of my lap and presented her with 
my still erect cock.

"It depends on what happens next?" I told her.

Mary's eyes opened wide as she saw my hard cock.

"Oh no, buddy! Put that thing away!" She said and tapped 
her foot against the hardwood floor.

"Well come here and I'll put it somewhere," I told her 
with a smirk.

"No!" She whispered. "She can hear us!"

"Only when your screaming!" I told her.

"Ohhhhnn!" She groaned as she came over and fell face 
down on the bed.

I climbed on top of her again and poked at some covered 
part of her body.

"If you just lie still. I'll try not to make too much 
noise," I stage whispered.

I felt her body ripple as she chuckled into the pillow. 
I pulled the sheet up and unveiled the bottom half of 
her body. I grabbed her hips and pulled them up 
slightly. I placed my knees in between her legs and 
spread them open. I grabbed my cock and felt around for 
a moment until I felt the fleshy lips of her cunt. I 
pushed forward slowly and her cunt opened to me. I loved 
the feeling of her moist warmth as it engulfed my cock. 
I stroked into her slowly. I pulled my cock almost all 
the way out and then pushed it in until my balls 
flounced against her clit. I kept up the slow thrusting 
for several minutes. 

"My God!" Mary said. "You've never fucked me like that 
before! It's getting me all hot!"

"Sshhh!" I said and she chuckled again.

I don't know how or why I held back, but I just kept on 
stroking slowly in and out. Mary started to moan and she 
would press back into me on the down stroke. I could 
feel my cum building up slowly. It was a strange 
feeling. The tingle built up slowly with every stroke. 

Mary had pushed up into a four-legged stance and her 
head tossed back and forth as she pushed back into me 
and moaned. I could feel her cunt grasping at me as she 
sought her own release. She brought a hand to her cunt 
and she stroked her clit. I could feel the motion of her 
fingers when my balls slapped up against her hand. It 
felt as though my cock was growing with every stroke. I 
thought that if I didn't cum soon that my cock would 
simply explode inside of her. 

I thought if I went faster that I would cum sooner, but 
for some reason I restrained myself. My orgasm was so 
close now that it was almost painful, but a delicious 
pain. Like releasing a stream of urine after having to 
hold it for a while, only a thousand times better. Mary 
gasped and her head arched back as she came again. I 
felt the inevitable and I pushed all the way in and held 
it there. My cock exploded. It was one of the most 
exquisite orgasms ever. My cock just kept pumping and 
pumping. 

"I can feel it throbbing!" Mary gasped.

My body didn't shake or spasm as it usually did. I just 
pressed myself into her and my orgasm centered in the 
tip of my cock. I waited until the throbbing stopped and 
I fell onto my side.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I gasped.

"I think we should invite them over every weekend!" Mary 
said as she turned over and lie on her side. She had a 
forearm thrown across her eyes. 

"What?" I asked not stopping to think about her 
statement.

"The girls! If having kids around does this to you. I 
think I want them around all the time!"

"If I had the strength. I'd go over there and tickle 
you!" I told her.

"If I had the strength. I'd laugh when you did!" She 
told me.

"I'll get you tomorrow!" I told her as I felt my eyelids 
close of their own accord. I didn't even hear her 
response.

I awoke to the alarm the next morning and found myself 
lying uncovered and curled into a ball. I slid out of 
bed and ambled into the shower. I let the warm water 
cascade over me and let it wash the sleep away. I washed 
and shaved and got Mary up. She grumbled and aimed a 
closed-eyed kiss at me and wound up pecking my eye. She 
walked into the bathroom, dragging the sheet behind her. 
I watched her and shook my head. I dressed and went down 
to make coffee. 

As I neared the kitchen I smelled the aroma of fresh 
brewed coffee and frowned. Mara was sitting at the 
kitchen table, dressed, and eating cereal. I looked at 
the Mr. Coffee and saw the last of a fresh brew dripping 
into the carafe. I reached for a cup and poured myself 
some.

I looked at Mara and sipped the fresh brew.

"Ahhh!" I exclaimed, savoring the coffee. "Your an 
angel, darlin'!" I said, imitating my father's deep 
Irish brogue.

Mara giggled. 

"It's the least I could do after last night!" She said 
and rolled her eyes up in self-deprecation.

"I'm sorry if we worried you Mara," I told her as I 
grabbed a chair, "we're not used to having someone else 
in the house."

"Oh!" Mara said and raised her eyebrows. "So mom's a 
screamer, hunh?"

I opened my mouth to chastise her and then clamped it 
shut. I stared at her for a moment.

"Did you just say 'Mom'?" I asked.

Mara thought for a second.

"I guess I did!" She exclaimed in wonder.

We stared at each other for a moment and then Mara's 
eyes filled with tears and a few ran down each cheek.

"You're really going to have to start showing some 
emotion one of these days!" I teased her.

She blubbered out a laugh and dabbed at her eyes. Mary 
came walking in, wearing a robe. Her eyes were still 
mostly closed and she zombied over to the coffee pot. 
"Mornin'" she cast at us as she grabbed a cup. Mara and 
I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Mary turned and looked at us as though we were 
congenital idiots. Her stare took on a look of concern 
as she saw the fresh tears on Mara's face.

"Are you okay, honey?" She said and came over to look 
her in the eye. She turned to me and said, "What have 
you been saying to her?"

 I was taken aback by her accusation and just sat there 
staring back at her.

"He didn't say anything wrong, mom!" Mara said, coming 
to my defense.

"Well, why are you cryi...." Mary started to say and 
suddenly realized what Mara had said.

"Oh my God!" Mary exclaimed and put her hand across her 
mouth in astonishment. Then tears started running down 
her cheeks also.

"Lord!" I said. "Too much Estrogen in here for me!" I 
got up quickly and turned away so that they wouldn't see 
me tearing up. I walked to the counter and fixed myself 
more coffee. I waited until the emotions passed and went 
back to the table. I was greeted be two teary eyed 
faces. They both looked at me with contempt and chorused 
a "Men!"

"Yes! And damn proud to be one too!" I told them and 
held up my cup in a toast, forgetting how full it was 
and some of the hot liquid spilled out and landed in my 
lap. 

"Ow, ow!" I yelled, jumping up and batting at my crotch.

"Serves you right!" Mary stated and they both laughed.

I used a paper towel to dab at my crotch as I watched 
Mary and Mara hug.

I had a feeling that things would be getting strange in 
my house.

*  *  *

"Adopt!"

I hadn't meant for it to come out that way, but I was 
caught unawares and I simply reacted.  Mary reacted as 
though she had been slapped in the face. She spun on her 
heel and walked out of the trailer. I swore under my 
breath and ran after her. I went out into the hot July 
sun and looked for her. She was moving fast and was half 
way to her car. 

I jumped down the three steps and took off at a trot. 
Several of the crew saw us and realized something was 
up. They stopped what they were doing and watched. I 
caught up to her as she was reaching for the driver's 
door handle. I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around 
gently. 

"You don't give a guy much of a chance, do you?" I 
exclaimed.

"You said it all!" She said, looking at me with angry 
eyes. "All it took was one word!"

"I thought you knew me better than that?" I said.

She hesitated and her eyes softened, "What do you mean?"

"You surprised me, that's all. I only repeated what you 
said!" I didn't know if she was convinced or not so I 
tried to think of something allegorical. 

It's like when a wife comes up to her husband and tells 
him she's pregnant. The guy yells out 'Pregnant!'" I 
suddenly realized I had chosen the wrong example.

"How're you going to get your foot out of your mouth 
now, mister?" Mary said, narrowing her eyes.

After ten years of trying to get pregnant, the subject 
was a sore one. I cringed inwardly and decided I 
wouldn't make it any worse. I merely shrugged and waited 
for the pain. Mary sighed and leaned back against the 
car. 

"I'm sorry, Jamie," she told me and I looked at her in 
surprise, this wasn't the response I had expected. "It's 
just that I thought you might say no and I worried about 
it so much that when you blurted out like that I just 
assumed the worse."

"Come on," I said and grabbed her hand. We walked back 
to the trailer. I looked over at the guys and they 
turned back to their work and made believe they weren't 
paying us any attention.

Guys were worse than women when it came to gossip I told 
myself. We climbed back into the air-conditioned 
interior of the job site trailer. It was hovering around 
ninety outside and it was only the second week of July. 
It was going to be another hot New England summer. Mary 
and I sat down and I waited for her to say something. 
She waited for me.

"Well?" We both said at the same time and then we 
laughed.

"It's fine, Mare," I told her, "I think it's a good 
idea. I just got used to her being around and I didn't 
stop to think that they might come and take her away at 
any time."

I could see Mary swallow as she tried to hide the 
emotions that had suddenly welled up. I knew that losing 
Mara would hit her really hard. She had found the child 
she always wanted and now she would fight to keep it. 
She told me she had already asked Mrs. Jackson about the 
procedures. I raised my eyebrows to indicate I was 
surprised she had done this without talking to me. 

She ignored the rebuff and went on to say she had all 
the forms that needed to be filled out. We would have to 
undergo another review board and they would send someone 
over to check on Mara's schoolwork and talk to people 
who knew us. I groaned quietly at the thought of filling 
out another ream of paperwork.

"Okay, okay, I'm convinced!" I said to stop the flow of 
information. 

Mary stopped talking and sat with her hands folded on 
her lap. She was a pretty woman and at the moment she 
was glowing. Emotions were always plainly written on her 
face and I always knew the score. I asked her where Mara 
was and she told me she was riding the crane again. 

"God damn it!" I said as I rose up out of my chair. "I 
told them that the state would fine us if they found us 
doing something like that."

"Oh, Jamie! Nobody'll get hurt! You know they'll watch 
out for her!"

"That's not the point!" I told her as I stomped out of 
the trailer. Mary had begun bringing Mara out to the 
construction site when she came out to do the books. 
Mara had the crew wrapped around her little finger and 
they'd let her do anything she pleased. 

It was a wonder they didn't let her operate the fucking 
crane. I came around to the back of the building and 
found everyone taking a break. One of those traveling 
lunch wagons had shown up and the guys took advantage of 
their bad coffee and overpriced sandwiches. Someone had 
bought Mara an ice cream on a stick and she sat happily 
among the crew of tough construction workers.

"Hey boss!" Said Sully, the on site foreman. "Buy you a 
cup of coffee?"

"Didn't know you hated me that much, Sully?" I replied 
and the crew chuckled. 

Mara frowned not realizing it was a joke and then got 
caught up in the laughter as she picked up on it. I 
walked over to the wagon and picked out an orange juice 
and allowed Sully to pay for it. I went and sat next to 
Mara. I asked her if she was having a good time and she 
gave me a chocolate-coated grin. I made her dress in 
long pants, hard shoes, and a shirt when she came to the 
site. 

I didn't want her scraping and cutting herself on rough 
cement. I had tried to keep her inside the trailer the 
first few times, but it was like holding water in a 
sieve. She had on one of Mary's old denim shirts with 
the sleeves rolled up to her elbows; a pair of tight 
fitting jeans; and some dusty Doc Martens. Her long 
lustrous hair was pulled back into a long braid that 
hung down to her waist. 

She was the cutest thing this side of a bug. Most of the 
men in my employ were family men and had kids of their 
own, but they doted on Mara as though she were one of 
their own. They all loved my wife and knew how much 
having a child meant to her, even if it had taken me 
longer to realize it.

We chatted about the work and the guys gushed about the 
new prefab material. The mall was going up quicker than 
a teenage erection one guy said and then we all glanced 
at Mara to see her reaction. If she heard the comment, 
she didn't react to it and focused her energy on the ice 
cream bar. 

We all sighed and one of the other men punched the 
culprit in the arm. I told the guys that we'd be moving 
most of the heavy equipment at the end of the week and 
they all asked where the new project was going to be. I 
told them it was a surprise and they'd have to wait and 
see. I took Mara by the hand and we went back to the 
trailer. 

We walked into the trailer just as Mary was finishing a 
conversation on the phone.

"Okay! Thank you very much, Mrs. Jackson. Um hmmm! I'll 
let him know. I know he's very anxious to hear." Mary 
turned to us and watched us as she tried to disentangle 
herself from the person at the other end. "Um hmmm! Yes, 
I think she'll be very pleased. That's right, this 
Thursday. I'll be there. Okay, b'bye! No, no, that's 
quite alright! Yes, ma'am! Un hun! I'll remember. Okay, 
b'bye. No! I hadn't heard!" 

Mary looked at us and rolled her eyes upwards. Mara 
moved in closer to me and I could feel the heat of her 
body. I felt her hand close around mine and I looked 
down to see what was wrong. Her face was expressionless 
and she merely stared at Mary. I realized she was aware 
that Mary was speaking about her to Mrs. Jackson and she 
probably wondered what it was all about.

"Yes, I'll make sure that Mara's ready. Un hun, I'll see 
she makes it there on time. Yes, I'm sure she'll be very 
happy to hear it!" 

Mara took in a deep breath and I felt her body tremble. 
I played back the conversation in my mind and I realized 
she probably thought she was having to leave us. I 
squeezed her hand and she looked up at me. I gave her a 
wink and she became even more confused. We listened to 
Mary prattle on, and finally she put the phone down. She 
put an index finger in her ear and made an exaggerated 
twisting motion as though she was trying to get at some 
dug in wax. 

"Woman could talk the ears off a dead man!" Mary said, 
using an expression borrowed from my father.

"What was that all about?" I asked and felt Mara's grip 
tighten.

"Well," Mary said as she sat down. "It appears like 
there's more than just paperwork involved. Mara has to 
have a medical exam and they want the child psychiatrist 
to talk to her and she has to tell everyone that she 
wants to do this also!" Mary finished and looked at Mara 
with a big smile.

Mara was still unsure about what was going on.

"Why do I have to do all those things?" She whispered.

Mary realized suddenly that Mara was concerned and she 
came over to give her a hug.

"Because!" Mary said, resting her chin on top of Mara's 
head and rocking her back and forth. "We would like to 
adopt you!"

"Adopt!" Mara exclaimed and Mary pushed her out to arms 
length to be able and see her face.

"I thought you would want us to?" Mary said in a hurt 
voice.

I shook my head. How could Mary misread the same word 
twice in one day.

"You see!" I told her and she frowned at me for a moment 
and then realized that this was dejas vu.  She laughed 
and brought Mara back into a bear hug.

 I sat back and watched as they cried and laughed and 
hugged. I'd seen more tears in the last two months than 
in the last twenty years. I figured that since emotions 
were already running high that I might as well drop my 
own little bomb. I waited until they had gathered their 
wits before letting loose.

"How would you guys like to spend the summer at the 
beach?"

"At the beach?" Mary asked wondering what I was talking 
about.

"On a little island off the coast of southern Mass. A 
place called Hanover's Island," I told her.

"Why on earth would you want us to do that?" Mary asked.

"Well. It seems Uncle Sam wants to build a bridge 
between that island and then next," I informed her.

"Uncle Sam? You mean your military tour this year is 
here in Massachusetts?" Mary asked in wonderment.

I had enlisted in the Army Reserves after my four years 
were up and every year they would send me off to some 
remote location for a couple of weeks and I would 
relieve some Corps of Engineers officer and watch over 
his project. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mary asked. I usually kept her 
updated on my affairs, but I had wanted to surprise her 
with this one.

"Well. It's more than just two weeks. As a matter of 
fact the bridge contract was awarded to us and the Army 
decided I could just as well spend my tour on this 
project as on some remote assignment somewhere else."

"You mean J&M construction got the contract to build a 
bridge on some resort island? How in God's name did you 
swing that?" Mary asked.

"I didn't. General Collier called me up one day and said 
this project came up and he remembered my company wasn't 
far from there and so he cut a little red tape and 
awarded us the contract."

"Top dollar?" Mary asked.

"Yup! Top dollar all the way. No having to cut corners. 
Full pay for men and machines. I even get to choose my 
subcontractors."

Mary smiled and looked at Mara. Mara didn't know if this 
was good news or not and watched for a clue as to how 
she should react.

"Come on, Mara. We've got to go shopping!" 

Mara found that to be a good enough clue and she left 
grinning. I smiled myself as I watched them go off hand 
in hand. Things had been good of late. Work was 
plentiful and life was great. Mary had become a man-
eater in bed and I was getting some. I had put the 
affair with Mara and the girls out of my head and it 
would only surface on certain occasions like every time 
Mary and I fucked. I found myself looking at Mara with 
more than parental love. I was afraid I might succumb to 
my desires and prayed that Mary would remain a wanton 
woman.

The week went by quickly. Mara's appointment came and 
went. The forms and applications were completed. Mrs. 
Jackson was nothing but full of good news. It looked 
like everything would work out to everyone's delight. We 
packed up everything we would need for the summer and 
locked up the house. One of us would come back every now 
and then to water the plants and pick up our mail at the 
neighbors.

We got into the car and drove the two and half hours to 
the summer house I had rented for us. It was a nice 
house. Wooden floors throughout and an entire glass wall 
that looked out upon the ocean. We were right on the 
beach and it was posted as being private. The houses on 
either side belonged to older retired folks and we were 
guaranteed a nice quiet summer. Mara met a young girl 
who lived about three houses away and they struck up an 
immediate friendship.

The job looked like it would be a piece of cake. The 
pass between the islands was shallow and had a granite 
floor. The Army sent me a couple of young and eager 
engineers to help me and I let them do most of the work. 
I checked over the plans everyday and then spent the 
rest of the time with my wife and Mara. We had cookouts 
on the beach and cavorted among the low rolling waves. 
We found a couple of nice family restaurants, thanks to 
our neighbors, and pampered ourselves.

The second week we were there, Mary said she would be 
going back to Boston for a couple of days to meet with 
our lawyers over a compensation claim we were having a 
problem with. She said she'd probably be gone for at 
least two full days. She'd check on the house and pick 
up the mail at the same time. Mara and I kissed her good 
by and waved as she drove off. 

"Well, champ. I gotta go to work for a couple of hours. 
You want to come along?" 

"You'd leave me alone!" Mara exclaimed and cocked a hip 
at me. She knew Mary would freak if she knew I'd left 
the twelve year old to fend for herself, but I was also 
aware that Mara had lived on the streets and knew she 
was perfectly capable of watching over herself for a few 
hours.

"You promise not to drown?" I asked her in mock 
seriousness.

"I promise!" Mara said and crossed her puffed out chest. 
I tore my eyes away from her budding breasts and hoped 
she hadn't seen me ogling her.

Mara decided she would rather come with me, so I told 
her to get ready.  I watched her pert little ass walk 
away from me as she went to her room to get dressed. The 
house was smaller than ours and Mary had balked at 
having sex at night for fear of Mara's being able to 
hear us.  Other than a couple of stolen hours while Mara 
visited her friend down the road our lovemaking had 
dwindled and nearly dried up. I was horny, and jerking 
off in the shower was becoming unsatisfying. I had found 
myself paying more attention to Mara as she pranced 
around in her small bikini. Her pert little ass and her 
fleshy breasts kept luring my eyes to them. I fought the 
temptation, but I was only human.

We went to the job site and she watched the huge pile 
driver do its work as I worked on a problem with the two 
Corps engineers. The ledge we were drilling into was 
harder than anticipated and we weren't moving quickly. 
We decided on not drilling as deep and adding four more 
pylons for support. We sent rock samples and the 
adjusted plan to Washington for their approval. 

I told the guys that I'd worked hard enough that day 
and, accompanied by a chorus of derision,  I collected 
Mara and we went into Hanover for lunch. I had a 
Pastrami on Rye with chips and she had a greasy 
cheeseburger with oily fries. I chased mine down with a 
mineral water and she with a chocolate shake. Oh to be 
young again. We left Ben's Diner and walked along the 
small boardwalk, which was teeming with tourists. 

We ran into Danai, Mara's friend, who was helping her 
mother out at the family souvenir shop. I let them 
twitter and whisper among themselves and spent some time 
with Danai's mother; a blonde Amazon of Danish decent. 
She was an attractive woman until she opened her mouth 
and her buckteeth appeared like headlamps in the dark.

Mara and Danai came and asked if Danai could come back 
with us to the house. Danai's mother said she didn't 
know if it was a good idea to impose, but her eyes were 
begging me to say yes. I agreed and we all piled into 
the company truck. I wove in and out of summer traffic 
and it thinned as we approached the area were the 
private homes were. I pulled into the driveway and the 
girls jumped out and went screaming into the house. 

There's nothing like young girls when it comes to that 
hair-on-end screeching. If, God forbid, one of them ever 
got into trouble no one would be able to tell the 
difference. I went and changed into my swim trunks and 
met the girls coming out of Mara's room. Danai had 
borrowed a suit from Mara, but since Mara was such a 
little thing the suit was tight and it would have been 
obscene if Danai hadn't been as flat-chested as she was. 
The lower half of the suit, though, stretched across her 
ass and plainly outlined the folds of her cunt. I felt a 
twinge in my cock and thought I might need to take a dip 
to cool it off.

The girls spent the afternoon building an elaborate sand 
castle and enlisted my assistance. The early evening 
brought a cool breeze off the water and the tide rolled 
in and lapped at the walls to our castle. The girls 
tried to keep the water at bay by digging a moat, but it 
was to no avail and soon the walls were crumbling. They 
decided that the next time, they would build further 
away from the shore. 

We went inside and the girls disappeared into Mara's 
room. I sat down to read the newspaper. The girls came 
back out after a few minutes and I was talked into 
allowing Danai to spend the night. I told them we had to 
ask Gretchen, Danai's mother, for permission. She gave 
it. The girls wanted pizza for supper so I phoned in the 
order and we watched television while waiting. 

The girls disappeared into Mara's room again after we 
had eaten and I settled down with a book. The sun had 
taken its toll on me and I soon dozed off. I snapped 
awake and fought through the disorientation. I smacked 
my lips and grimaced at the cottony taste in my mouth. I 
glanced at my watch and realized it was almost ten. I 
got up out of my chair and decided I had better check on 
the girls.

I could hear murmuring from behind Mara's door as I 
approached and realized they were still awake. I stopped 
and listened for a moment. 

"How about that? Is that okay?" I heard Mara ask.

"Y.. yes, that's really good!" A choked up Danai 
answered.

"Do you want me to try another?" Mara inquired.

"N.. no! That's enough!" Danai replied.

I hesitated for a moment, but decided to enter anyway. I 
pushed open the door and was greeted with the same scene 
I had found at the other house the night of the sleep 
over. Mara was on her knees at the side of the bed and 
Danai lie back with her legs hanging off the edge. Mara 
had a couple of fingers stuffed into Danai's small cunt 
and, as I watched, she bent forward and started licking 
at Danai's clit. 

"Oh yes! That feels so good!" Danai exclaimed.

I quietly backed out and stood behind the partially 
opened door. I made sure I had a good view of the 
activities. Mara began driving her fingers in and out of 
Danai's cunt and continued using her tongue. Danai's 
eyes were scrunched closed and she gripped the bed cover 
in her hands. A little tremble would go through her body 
every now and then. Her mouth was agape and I could tell 
she was breathing hard.

Mara pulled her mouth away and licked her lips.

"I bet you'd like a cock inside you right now!" She 
said.

"Oh, yes!" Danai said.

"A big fat cock!" Mara lewdly supplied and pumped her 
fingers hard into Danai.

Danai groaned and arched her back. I reached down and 
unzipped my shorts and pulled my hard cock out. I 
continued to watch and stroked my cock from balls to 
head.

"I know where we can get a big fat cock for your little 
pussy!" Mara said, and my eyes opened wide.

Danai frowned and raised her head off the bed. She 
looked at Mara and waited.

"I bet my dad would love to fuck your sweet little 
cunt," Mara told her.

I couldn't believe these words were coming out of my 
foster daughter's mouth. 

"Would you like to have my dad's big fat cock fucking 
inside your tight little cunt?" Mara asked Danai.

"Y.. y...yes!" Was all Danai would say.

Mara didn't take her eyes off of Danai as she said:

"Why don't you come here and fuck this little girl, 
Jamie!"

I realized that she knew I was standing there. I 
hesitated for a moment and then surrendered to my 
libido. This is what I had been thinking about of late 
and it was being handed to me on a silver platter. I let 
my swollen cock lead me into the room. I saw Mara look 
at me and a grin played across her face. Danai stared at 
my cock. Mara stood up and came over to me. She 
unsnapped my shorts and let them fall to the floor. She 
pulled my underwear down and they joined my shorts. I 
grasped my shirt and pulled it up over my head. 

As I pulled it up I suddenly felt a warmth engulf my 
cock. I whipped the shirt off and looked down to see 
Mara bobbing up and down on my swollen dick. She looked 
up at me with those big eyes of hers and my cock got 
even harder. She pulled her mouth off and smiled. Rising 
she took my hand and pulled me over to the bed.

"I want you to fuck her like she's never been fucked 
before!" Mara told me with a hunger in her voice.

Danai pulled herself all the way onto the bed and lie 
with her legs spread. She had a feverish gleam in her 
eyes. I climbed onto the bed and knelt in between her 
out flung legs. I grasped her ankles and pulled her legs 
into the air. I rested her ankles on my shoulders and 
pushed my cock forward. The head of my cock rubbed 
through the furrow of her small cunt and then against 
her swollen little clit. I pressed my cock down with one 
hand and continued to tease her clit. She smiled and 
moaned. 

I pulled back a little and pushed the head of my cock 
passed the outer lips of her cunt. I pulled it back out 
and saw that it was shiny with her juices. I rubbed the 
slickened head against her clit again. She was becoming 
very aroused and her head started moving from side to 
side. I pushed my cock into her small cunt again, but 
this time I kept on pushing and it slid in until I was 
pressing against her cervix. Either Mara had loosened 
her or this girl had been fucked before. I pulled part 
way out and drove back in. Danai sucked in a harsh 
breath and arched her back.

"That's it!" Mara murmured. "Fuck her hard!"

I looked over at Mara and she was kneeling next to the 
bed and was playing with her swollen nipples. It was an 
erotic sight. I felt my nostrils flare and I started 
pounding into young Danai. She accepted my driving cock 
like a grown woman. She moaned and rocked her head from 
side to side. I leaned forward and pushed her knees into 
her chest as I drove even harder. I was pounding so hard 
that the bed started rocking back and forth. I could 
feel my cum building up. It felt hot and was almost 
painful as it erupted out of me. Danai felt the hot 
liquid pour into her cunt and she groaned. 

I suddenly felt very exhausted and I pushed myself off 
the young girl. I lie next to her and watched as she 
brought a couple of fingers to her cunt. She pushed the 
fingers deep into herself and then pulled them out and 
brought them to her mouth. She sucked the juices off of 
her fingers and went back for more. 

I'd never even seen a grown woman do that and I felt my 
cock twitch as I watched. It was a very lascivious 
sight. I felt the bed move as Mara climbed on board. She 
climbed over me and knelt before Danai. She waited until 
Danai pulled her fingers out of her cunt and then bent 
down and put her mouth on Danai's sex. Danai made a 
guttural sound and pushed her pelvis up into Mara's 
face. 

Mara drove her tongue into Danai's opening and started 
lapping up the juices that oozed out of her little 
friend. I reached down and fondled my slowly swelling 
cock. Mara's face was buried into the other girl's 
crotch now and from the reaction it appeared she was 
doing a good job. I pushed myself up and moved around 
until I was behind Mara's upturned ass. 

I pressed my cock head against the dark lips of her cunt 
and slowly moved it up and down. Mara wiggled her butt 
and I understood that to mean she wanted more of me. I 
slowly pushed forward and slid into her hot grasping 
tunnel.

Mara was much tighter than Danai and her cunt walls felt 
like molten lava. She was very wet and it allowed me to 
easily slide in and out of her. This must be what it's 
like driving your cock into a tub of soft butter, I said 
to myself. I was gentler with Mara. My urgency for 
relief wasn't as driving as it had been. Mara's hips 
took on a slight circular motion as she savored the feel 
of my invading cock. 

"Ohhh!" Danai suddenly cried out and I watched as her 
face contorted in ecstasy. Her eyes clamped shut and she 
bit into her lower lip. Her back arched slightly and a 
rumble came out of her throat. The sight drove me to 
push harder into Mara, who grunted as she continued to 
suck and lick on her young friend's cunt. After a few 
hard strokes I went back to the softer stroking of 
earlier. Danai placed her hands on Mara's head and 
pushed it away. She had a smile on her face as she 
pushed and Mara fought her. Danai won and slid out from 
under Mara's questing tongue. 

Danai lie on her side and watched as I continued to fuck 
Mara. Mara reached up and pulled a pillow down so she 
could rest her head on it. I was slowly fucking into her 
and she would rock back to meet my stroke. I had all but 
two inches driving into her and it felt wonderful. Danai 
watched for a few minutes and then decided to get 
involved. She turned onto her back and slid her body 
under Mara's. I felt a warm breath on my balls and the 
tingly feeling of her hair brushing softly against my 
thighs and scrotum. 

Mara groaned loudly of a sudden and I knew that Danai 
had found her target. I grasped Mara's hips and started 
fucking more rapidly. Mara's head would arch back every 
few moments in time with her loud moans. I could feel 
Danai's head move a little faster against my thigh and 
knew she was working hard at pleasing Mara. I closed my 
eyes and concentrated on the sensations enveloping the 
head of my cock. I heard a strange gasp and looked at 
Mara thinking she was approaching orgasm, but it didn't 
appear so. I closed my eyes again and continued to 
stroke into her little body. 

Mara started tossing her head about and I knew she'd be 
coming soon. I started pumping faster hoping to cum at 
the same time. Mara screeched and her orgasm wracked her 
little body. She tossed about and I held on to her hips 
and held my cock deep in her. Mara finally stopped 
shaking and her breath became ragged like a marathon 
runner's.  She slid off my cock and fell to the side. 

My cock stuck out above Danai's face and she reached up 
and pulled it down to her mouth. Her small mouth sucked 
me in and I felt her tongue try to circle the head. I 
fell forward onto all fours so that my cock was pointing 
straight down at her mouth and she took more of me into 
her. I bent forward and took a swipe at her cunt, but 
she reached down with one hand and covered it. She took 
her mouth off my cock and told me she was still too 
sensitive down there. I relinquished and allowed her to 
take me back into her mouth. She nursed on me like a 
hungry calf.

Her position only allowed her to suck the head and 
another couple of inches into her mouth, but it felt 
good nonetheless. Mara moved behind me and I suddenly 
felt a wet tongue licking at one of my balls. Mara 
played her tongue along the exposed part of my cock and 
sucked my balls into her mouth. Having both of these 
preteens playing with my cock and balls was too much for 
me and I grunted as I felt myself cumming into Danai's 
mouth. She swallowed hungrily and continued moving her 
head up and down. 

"Uh, dear God!" I exclaimed at the peak of my cum.

I heard another strangled gasp and suddenly realized 
that it didn't come from anyone on the bed. Mara heard 
it also and we both looked over at the door to find Mary 
standing there. We looked upon her in shock and terror. 
I quickly pulled my cock out of Danai's mouth and jumped 
off the bed. 

"Mom, I.. I.." Mara said trying to find the words; any 
words to say. 

We both suddenly realized what we were looking at and 
Mara let out a loud gasp.

Mary had her hand deep inside her pants and she was 
leaning back against the doorframe. Her other hand was 
in her blouse playing with one of her small breasts. She 
was coming down from her own orgasm. Mara stood next to 
me and we watched Mary slowly slide down into a sitting 
position.

"God!" Mary mumbled. "That was the hottest thing I've 
ever seen!"

Mara and I looked at each other in confusion. It seemed 
like our life had taken a sudden eerie twist.

*  *  *

We were all frozen in place, like one of those dioramas 
at a Natural History Museum - Evolution of Man, except 
this one would be called Incest In America. I was 
literally dumfounded. I couldn't think of a single thing 
to say. Mara stood by my side, also mute. Mary sat with 
her back against the wall, her eyes closed and her mouth 
agape. Her breath still ragged from orgasm. The only 
person who made a sound was Danai as she voiced her 
wonder at so quickly losing her two bed partners.

"Wha... what happened?" The young girl asked as she 
propped herself up onto her elbows.

"Mara?" Danai said, realizing something was happening 
then she saw past us and she too suddenly realized what 
was happening.

"Oh m'God!" Danai exclaimed and she quickly gathered up 
the sheet and covered herself.

I felt Mara quiver and looked down at her. Tears were 
flowing down her cheeks as she stared at my wife. I 
place a hand upon her shoulder and she quickly turned 
into me and wrapped her arms around me. I felt her body 
spasm as she began to openly weep. Mary roused from her 
stupor and rolled onto her knees and scrambled towards 
us. She knelt before us and slowly disentangled Mara 
from about me. Mary pulled the young girl into her arms 
and gently rocked her from side to side.

"Shhhhh!" Mary voiced. "It's okay. It's okay."

I suddenly felt my legs weaken and I slowly sat down on 
the bed. I watched Mary soothe Mara. I too felt like 
holding someone or something. A sudden rage built inside 
of me as I blamed myself for whatever would befall my 
small family. I had taken advantage of a twelve year old 
I told myself. I was guilty of a heinous crime and I 
would now have to pay for a few hours of forbidden 
passion. 

I would see my marriage, my company, my life crumble 
like a sand castle as the accusations lapped at the 
walls, ever increasing like the oncoming tide. I rose 
from the bed and walked to the kitchen where I pulled 
down the bottle of Irish whiskey and poured myself a 
couple of fingers. I tossed it back quickly and felt the 
fiery liquid burn down my throat. I gasped and tears 
came to my eyes. I poured another shot.

I stood naked in the dark kitchen and contemplated our 
future. Why had I done it, I asked myself. Was it worth 
the few moments of passion. I shook my head and took 
another sip of whiskey. I had been seduced.  I knew 
that, but I was an adult. Was I that weak. 

My body went taut as I suddenly felt a pair of hands 
come around from behind me and Mary's body pressed up 
against my naked back. She pressed her head into me and 
I could feel the soft texture of her hair against the 
nape of my neck. I didn't know how to react. I stood 
still. Quiet.

"I'm sorry I surprised you like that," Mary said.

"What!" I exclaimed and twisted in her arms until I was 
turned around and facing her.

I couldn't believe what she had just said. 

"I... but... I..." 

"Shhhhh!" Mary said and held a finger pressed against my 
lips.

 She took the whiskey glass from my hand and pulled me 
along with her into our bedroom. I stood like a helpless 
child as I watched her remove her clothing. The last 
article of clothing slid to the floor and Mary stood and 
pushed me back towards the bed. The back of my knees 
encountered the mattress and I fell back onto it. 

Mary climbed on top of me and pressed her mouth to mine. 
She kissed me with an ardent hunger. Her mouth was like 
a living thing and it seemed to want to devour mine. Her 
tongue licked my lips and probed in between them. I let 
it enter and it pushed in deeply as it sought its 
companion. I responded slowly. I had trouble changing 
gears from hopelessness to passion.

Mary pushed herself up onto stiffened arms and looked 
into my eyes.

"Make love to me, Jamie Kragan!" She said.

I felt the need behind her words. It was more than 
passion. She needed to know that she still aroused me. 
That I still had a desire for her.  I rolled over and 
took Mary with me. I was on top now and I looked deeply 
into her eyes for a moment then lowered my mouth to hers 
and gently, deeply kissed her hungering mouth. 

I pulled my mouth from hers and gently played my lips 
against her face. I kissed her gently on the eyes and 
then the nose. I gently grasped her lower lip between my 
teeth and tugged on it. I moved my tongue to her ear and 
nibbled on the lobe and played my tongue along the 
auricle. I raised my body and slid down so that I could 
reach her breasts. I took a nipple between my lips and 
felt it harden as I licked and sucked upon it. I moved 
to the other and did it again. 

Mary moaned with every touch, every lick, every nibble. 
Her body was inflamed with passion. Every inch of her 
responded to my touch. 

I wasted no time and quickly moved down to her cunt. I 
could feel the swollen mass of her labia. It was hot 
with the coursing of fresh blood. I pushed my tongue 
between her fleshy outer lips and encountered the 
moisture within. 

Her arousal had told her cunt to lubricate itself as it 
anticipated the entry of my cock. That moisture and the 
fluid from her earlier arousal gathered together into 
beads of liquid at the inner lips. The droplets burst 
upon my probing tongue and moistened my chin. I 
repeatedly thrust my tongue into her as though it were a 
small fat penis. I moved my mouth up to her clit and 
sucked on it. I pulled it in between my lips and my 
tongue stroked it in short rapid licks. 

Mary moaned and tossed on the bed. Her hands were 
entwined in my hair and she pressed me to her. 

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" She suddenly said and pushed my face 
away.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered hoarsely.

My cock was semi-tumescent and I had the feeling that 
that was as hard as it would get.

"I don't think I can," I told her quietly.

I felt Mary stiffen under me.

"Just think of me as one of the girls," she whispered 
with hurt in her voice.

"No, honey, it's not that," I tried to reassure her. 
"I'm just worn out, you know?"

"Well, maybe I should get one of them to do me then," 
she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

I was surprised when the thought of her and one of the 
young girls produced what she wanted. My cock sprang up 
and throbbed. I moved up the bed and spread her legs.

"Yeah?" I asked and thrust into her. "You think so!"

Mary grunted as I shoved my cock all the way into her in 
one swift thrust. I pulled out and thrust into her 
again. 

"You still want me to get one of the girls?" I asked as 
I pushed my cock deep into her.

"Maybe.. one.. could.. sit.. on.. your.. face..," Mary 
said between grunts.

Mary had never talked dirty while we made love and I 
found it strangely arousing. I knew that she had had sex 
with another girl during college, but it hadn't seemed 
real to me since it had been a past affair. But, this 
was real and it could happen if I wanted it to.

"Yeah? Maybe one of them could sit on your face!" I said 
as I kept driving into her.

"Ungh! Yessss..," she hissed and I felt her fingernails 
jab into my back. "I.. could... lick... her.. c..cunt! 
Oh, God!"

Mary arched her back as her orgasm erupted inside of 
her. She clutched me to her and she moaned loudly. Her 
legs wrapped around me and she held me deep inside her. 
We lie entwined for a long time before she released me.

"That was weird," she mumbled.

"A little strange, but not weird," I added.

"It was hot!" A voice said from next to the bed.

"Jesus!" I said as I felt my heart flip inside of my 
chest.

"Mara!" Mary said. "How long have you been standing 
there?"

"Oh, since about, 'maybe.. one.. could.. sit.. on.. 
your.. face'," Mara said as she tried to imitate Mary's 
gasping statement.

"Oh, Lord!" Mary said and brought her hands up to cover 
her face.

"I wish I would have known about that earlier," Mara 
said as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

Mary lowered her hands slightly so that her eyes peered 
over her fingers.

"Why?" She asked meekly as though she already knew that 
answer.

"Maybe I would have gone after you instead of dad," Mara 
said and she reached out and trailed a finger up the 
side of Mary's thigh, onto her stomach, and up to her 
breast. 

Mara leaned forward and brought her mouth to Mary's 
exposed breast. I felt Mary suck in a breath as Mara's 
mouth sucked on her flesh. I felt Mary's cunt throb 
around my still swollen cock. Mara trailed a tongue up 
Mary's chest and brought her lips to Mary's. I moved 
over and gave her some room. I heard Mary moan slightly 
as Mara's mouth pressed into hers. 

Mara's long hair cascaded around their faces and I 
couldn't see what they were doing, but I could feel the 
result around my cock. Mary's cunt open and closed like 
a fist around my throbbing member. I had never felt her 
contract this strongly. I slowly pulled my cock out and 
pushed it slowly back in. Mary moaned again. I pushed up 
onto my knees and pulled Mary's legs up onto my 
shoulders. The two girls were still locked in their 
embrace as I started to stroke in and out of Mary's 
clutching cunt.

Mara lifted her head and tossed her hair to one side 
then lowered her mouth to Mary's once again. They 
engaged in another long, probing kiss. I slowly pumped 
into my wife as she tongued my foster daughter's mouth. 
I felt my nostrils flare as I took in a large chest 
expanding breath. I felt like a rutting animal must 
feel. I started thrusting faster as I succumbed to my 
animal passion. 

"Kewl!" A voice said and I felt the bed move as another 
body climbed onto it. I watched as Danai slid up to 
Mary's side opposite of Mara. Danai lowered her mouth to 
Mary's breast and sucked in the nipple.

I felt Mary jerk at the lewd invasion. Mara pulled away 
from Mary's mouth and Mary let out a loud moan. 

"Sweet Jesus!" Mary said as she reached out and pressed 
Danai's mouth to her breast. 

Mara rose up onto her knees and grinned back at me. Then 
she scooted up and straddled Mary's mouth. 

"Is this what you asked for?" Mara whispered as she 
lowered her cunt onto Mary's waiting mouth.

Danai had pulled away from Mary's breast as Mara's ass 
had covered the engorged nipple she had been sucking. 
Danai knelt by Mary's side and brought a hand to her own 
cunt as she looked from Mara to me.  Danai thrust 
several fingers into herself as she pummeled her cunt. 
She worked savagely at her cunt as though seeking for 
something. She brought her other hand down and rubbed a 
couple of fingers against her clit. 

She watched my cock sliding in and out of Mary's cunt 
and her eyes burned with desire. She threw her head back 
and groaned in frustration. Her fingers were not 
satisfying her hunger and she wanted more.  She threw 
herself down onto her back and jammed her fingers back 
into her cunt. 

She writhed on the bed as both of her hands sought to 
scratch her itch. My chest swelled with each gasping 
breath as I watched this young girl savage her cunt and 
felt my cock slide into my wife's hot clenching tunnel.

The sounds of panting and slapping flesh was interrupted 
by a loud wail as Mara came into Mary's mouth. Mara fell 
forward onto her hands and I could now see Mary's tongue 
eagerly probing at her young cunt. Mara's ass jiggled as 
her cunt spasmed. She rolled off of Mary's mouth and 
almost fell off of the bed. She rolled back a little and 
hugged her foster mother. 

Danai was still frustrated and decided she wanted 
release.

"My turn!" She said and rolled onto her knees. She 
pushed Mara away and straddled Mary's face. 

"Oh, yes!" She groaned as Mary's tongue probed her young 
cunt.

Mara slid off the bed and came over to the other side 
where there was more room. She climbed onto the bed and 
knelt next to me. I looked at her and she pulled my 
mouth down onto hers. Her tongue probed my mouth and I 
felt her hand slide down my back and to the crack of my 
ass. Her tongue waggled in my mouth as I felt a finger 
probe my sphincter. She hummed a giggle into my mouth as 
her finger pushed into me and I jerked in reaction. She 
started pushing her finger in and out of my ass as I 
continued to pump my cock into Mary's cunt.

I pulled my mouth away from hers.

"Where did you learn that?" I asked her.

"It's amazing what foster fathers are willing to teach 
young girls," she said with a grin and pushed her eager 
mouth back onto mine. 

Danai started moaning loudly and then began repeating 
"Oh yeah!" as she shimmied her ass on my wife's face. 
Danai let out a short, sharp, shout and she too came 
into Mary's accommodating mouth. Danai fell off to the 
side and she continued to slide right off the bed.

"I'm okay," a tiny voice said from the floor and Mara 
pulled away form me and laughed. 

I looked down at Mary and could see her face glistening 
with the girl's cunt juices. Her tongue reached out and 
licked around her mouth as she sought more. Her eyes 
were closed and her lips were swollen. I lowered her 
legs to the mattress and leaned down to kiss her. Her 
tongue eagerly entered my mouth as though it was another 
young cunt. Her tongue did a lively dance around mine 
and she moaned.

Mary wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. 
I found it hard to stroke into her but did the best I 
could. I felt Mara's finger leave my rectum and I 
groaned at its loss. I felt her hand brush against my 
balls as it went past and a moment later Mary's eyes 
sprung open in surprise. I guessed that Mara had moved 
her attention to someone else's ass. Mary's eyes 
remained open in surprise and I could feel Mara's small 
finger brush against my cock through the thin membrane 
separating one hole from the other.

Mary came quickly following this double penetration and 
I joined her. My juices were spent and I only felt a 
slight dribble of semen plop out of my cock. I collapsed 
onto Mary and breathed hard. I felt like I had just run 
a marathon. I felt our sweat pool between us. Mary's 
nipples were like small pebbles pushing into my chest. 
My cock slowly oozed out of Mary's cunt as it shrank to 
its un-aroused state. It lie between us like a slimy 
white fish and I could feel the juices of our passions 
slowly dry upon it. Mary felt it also as it pressed 
against her thigh. 

"Ugh!" She said and tried to push me off of her.

I didn't move and she pushed harder.

"Get off me you big oaf!" She said and giggled, but I 
refused to cooperate.

"Help!" Mary squeaked.

The two girls roused and they both started to pull on my 
arms. Unfortunately they pulled in opposite directions 
and I just moved from side to side as they struggled. 
The girls started to giggle as they realized what was 
happening and Mara told Danai to push. Mara pulled and 
Danai pushed against my side. Even the two of them 
working in concert had trouble budging my dead weight. 
They were like little girls again. 

Forgotten was the lurid sex we had just engaged in, now 
it was time for play. I rolled off of Mary and quickly 
grabbed Mara by the waist. I brought my hands to her 
side and tickled her ribs. She squealed loudly and tried 
to free herself. Her unusually large breasts jiggled as 
she struggled and I admired the view. Danai came to her 
assistance and tried to pull me away. 

I surrendered Mara and grabbed Danai instead. She was 
even more ticklish and she screamed for me to stop. Not 
to be left out, Mary grabbed my arms and tried to pin me 
down. The girls helped and soon I lie in bed with Mary 
astride my chest and a young girl sitting on either arm. 

"So Mr. Tickler!" Mary said in mock seriousness. "Let's 
see who's ticklish now."

The girls ran their fingers along my sides but groaned 
in frustration as I didn't react. 

"Not there," Mary whispered to them as though I wouldn't 
be able to hear her. "Try his feet."

"No!" I yelled as they released my arms and both grabbed 
a foot. 

They ran their fingers up and down the soles of my feet 
and I squirmed under Mary's weight. 

"You traitor!" I yelled at Mary's smiling face.

"Who said I was on your side?" She asked with a frown on 
her face. 

She had forgotten that my hands were now free and I 
brought my hands to her side and tickled her ribs. She 
let out a shriek and jumped off of me and clutched her 
sides.

"No, no, no!" She said and wagged a finger at me. "You 
promised never to do that again!" She said as she tried 
to suppress a laugh. 

The two girls had stopped tickling my feet when Mary had 
shrieked and watched us intently.

"Give me a hand, girls," I said as I narrowed my eyes.

Mary shrieked again and took off at a run. We raced 
after her and followed her into the living room and then 
into the kitchen. She dodged around the kitchen table 
and made a dash for the den, laughing hysterically and 
yelling "No!" all the way. We cornered her in the den 
and I thought we had her, but she slid open the patio 
door and went running out onto the beach. The girls and 
I stood stunned as her naked moonlit body ran into the 
crashing surf. We looked at each other and I shrugged my 
shoulders. 

We all went running after my wife. We caught up to her 
in knee-deep water. I picked her up in my arms and 
tossed he into the water. She screamed in mock terror 
and the girls laughed and splashed water at us. They 
ganged up on me and tried to drag me under but couldn't. 
The girls changed sides faster than the Russian army. We 
gamboled about for a while and then we grew tired. I sat 
down in shallow water and let the surf surge around me. 
Mary sat down next to me and placed an arm around me. 
The two girls lie down near us and looked up at the 
heavens as foam caressed their young bodies. 

I heard a familiar voice hail us from a nearby house.

"Everybody all right out there?"

"Yeah! We're fine Frank. Just horsing around. Thanks for 
asking." 

"Okay. Good night!" The voice shouted and I heard the 
rasp of a sliding door being closed.

"We're going to have a hard time getting back to the 
house without anyone seeing us naked," Mary said.

"It's pretty dark," I told her and looked around at the 
brightly moonlit beach.

Mary poked me sharply with and elbow and laughed.

"What're we going to do?" Mara asked, suddenly feeling 
self-conscious.

I found it strange that this twelve-year-old nymphet was 
worried about being seen naked by some old retired 
people. 

"I guess we'll just have to spend the night out here," I 
said and lie back into the shallow water.

My remark was greeted by a chorus of "Jamie!" "Dad!" and 
"Mr. Kragan!"

"Go get our swim suits," Mary told me.

"Oh, so it's okay for me to show my stuff, but not for 
you guys," I said in mock exasperation.

"Nobody will see anything!" Mary said and all three 
broke into a fit of giggles at the innuendo.

"Yeah!" I said as I stood up. "Take a long look, because 
it's the last time any of you get to see it!"

I tromped back to the house in mock anger. I went to the 
washroom and grabbed up Mary and Mara's suits. I 
rummaged around in Danai's small backpack and found her 
little orange number. I pulled on my trunks and ambled 
back down to the beach.

"I told you he'd come back," Mary whispered to the two 
girls. 

I gave the girls their suits and they waded into the 
water to don them. They had just finished and we were 
walking back up the beach when we saw a slow moving 
flashlight coming our way. The beam played across us for 
a moment and I heard the familiar snuffling of Frank's 
old basset hound. 

"Hey, Frank. Taking Houseman for his evening walk?"

Frank was an old retiree and he lived by the clock. You 
could set your watch by when he took his equally old dog 
out for a stroll down the beach. Every four hours 
starting at eight in the morning until midnight. I 
suddenly realize how late it was.

"I hope we didn't disturb you and Emily?" I asked.

"What?" He said and then realized why I asked. "Oh! Hell 
no. Actually, it's kind of nice to hear the sound of 
young people laughing and having a good time."

I told Frank I'd go with him and I walked along and 
watched Houseman snuff at every grain of sand. Frank 
asked if we were enjoying the house and the island. He 
asked about the project and stated how he had been 
opposed to it because of the increase in tourists that 
it would bring, but he realized that the city needed the 
money to keep up with the growing cost of modern 
utilities and such. 

He said that he and Emily had talked about selling and 
moving to a more isolated place, but they both decided 
that this was where they wanted to spend their twilight 
years. Frank stopped suddenly and asked if I ever 
considered living on the island. I told him that my 
company was well established in the greater Boston area 
and I thought it would be disadvantageous to leave. I 
told him I was considering spending more summers down 
here though. 

"Well, if that's the case, why don't you buy that place. 
I know the owner and I'm sure he'd make you a good 
offer."

I thought about that for a moment and then told him that 
sounded like a good idea. I asked how I could contact 
the owner and said I hadn't been aware that the house 
was for sale.

"I tell you what," he said with a twinkle in his voice. 
"You bring that pretty wife of yours over for dinner 
tomorrow night and we'll discuss it."

I laughed as I realize that he was the owner and said we 
would be there. I left Frank as he went back to his 
house and I veered off towards mine. I walked in through 
the French doors and went into the hallway. I looked in 
on the girls and found them both fast asleep. Their legs 
and arms entwined in a somnambulant embrace. I closed 
the door and made my way to our bedroom. 

I looked in, but the bed was empty. I went in search of 
my wife and found her sitting in the living room. She 
looked up as I entered and I could tell she was dead 
tired. Her eyes were glassy and she yawned as I sat next 
to her.

"Why don't you go to sleep? You look dead on your feet."

"That's why I'm sitting down," she joked and twisted so 
that she could lean back into me.

"Do you feel, uh.. different?" 

"Different how?" I asked her.

"You know, different. We just made love to a couple of 
young girls and I was sitting here wondering why I 
wasn't wracked with guilt or afraid of what you might 
think of me." She bent her head back and looked at me 
upside down.  

I shrugged and thought about it.

"No. I don't feel different, and I don't feel guilty, 
nor do I think badly about you. I mean, Jesus, you're 
the one who came home and found me in bed with them."

She laughed silently and I felt her body vibrate against 
me.

"I wish I had had a camera. I walked into the room and 
the first thing I felt was shock. And, just like that," 
she said and tried to snap her fingers, "it turned into 
lust. I was jealous! Can you imagine that. I come home 
to find my husband fucking a couple of twelve year olds 
and what I feel is jealousy."

"Maybe there was something lacking in our sex life?" 

"No, I don't think so. You've always kept me more than 
happy. The only other time that someone ever kept me 
happy like that was when I was sleeping with Nancy."

Nancy had been her college roommate and their friendship 
had blossomed into a two-year romance. They had openly 
demonstrated their affection. I had met them at a mixer 
and had been attracted to Mary. I had pursued her even 
though I thought she was gay. I was surprised one spring 
break when she agreed to a date and we had wound up in 
bed. 

Nancy had gone to spend her break at home in the Midwest 
and since Mary and I both lived in Boston I had called 
her repeatedly until she had acquiesced. The sex had 
been great and for a few months she would sneak away 
from Nancy and we would fuck our brains out. Nancy had 
caught us in flagrant one day when we thought she was in 
class and the shit had hit the fan. The dust had settled 
and Mary and I had found a cheap walk up, which we 
shared until I left for military service and she had 
moved back to Boston to pursue her masters in Business. 

It had never bothered me that she had slept with another 
woman and she had always wondered why. For a while she 
would haunt me with her questions as though she was 
trying to push me away, but it was just morbid 
curiosity. While I was away with the Cops of Engineers, 
we would write to each other and  share our experiences. 
She told me about several men who were seriously 
courting her and about a couple of women she had shared 
her bed with also. 

I told her about the oriental women I was fucking. We 
were very open with each other and I felt like if she 
wasn't married when I came back that I would propose, 
and I did. We married in a simple ceremony and we stayed 
true to each other over the years. 

I remembered how we lie in bed one night after I had 
left the military and she was asking me about places I'd 
been and things I'd done. I told her about going to 
Thailand and the subject worked around to the sex 
industry there. She pressed me about my encounters and I 
finally told her about fucking a young teenage girl. She 
had gotten aroused and we had fucked wildly. 

"You've always had a strong bi side to you," I said.

"Yeah, but I haven't done anything like that since we 
got married. I never missed it. Back then, I just slept 
with whoever I was attracted to. It didn't matter what 
sex they were. Did you ever sleep with another guy?" 

Mary had never asked me that and now it caught me off 
guard. I thought back to my boy's school days and about 
some of the shenanigans we got up to. 

"Not as an adult," I told her, "but, when I was at the 
academy I did some experimentation. You know, 
masturbation and stuff."

"Do you think we're bad people, Jamie?" She asked as she 
yawned.

"You mean like are we pedophiles preying on little 
kids?" I asked. "No, I don't look at kids any 
differently now and I don't get aroused by them or 
anything like that. It's just that little nymph in there 
and her friends. They're very sexually precocious and 
they really go after what they want. You either go with 
the flow or get stampeded in the rush." 

"Her friends?" Mary asked. "You mean the girls who came 
to the house don't you?"

"Yeah. They're a hand picked bunch of little lolitas."

"Oh! And who did the picking?"

"Our foster child has a system she uses to ferret out 
girls of like minds," I told Mary and related to her 
what Mara had told me so many weeks before.

"I knew there was something different about those girls. 
There was a tension in the air the entire time they were 
there and remember when I told you I had found those two 
in the spare room?"

"Yeah. I remember. I pretty much found the same thing," 
I informed her.

"Uh huhn, but I get the feeling you may have sampled the 
goods," she said and banged my chest with the back of 
her head.

"How about we continue this tomorrow?" I asked as I felt 
a yawn coming on.

"Okay!"

We walked to our room and peeled off our damp swimsuits. 
We tossed them into the shower and rubbed each other 
dry. 

"By the way," I said as I stood at the light switch. 
"Why'd you come back early? I thought you weren't due 
back until late tomorrow?"

"Oh!" Mary said and came suddenly alert. "Gosh, I forgot 
all about it. I should have told Mara. The state agreed 
to let us adopt her. All we have to do is sign the 
papers and have them filed at the county seat."

I turned off the light and stumbled over to the bed.

"I think she'll be happy to hear that!" I said.

"Ummm," Mary muttered as she snuggled up to me. "Now, 
we'll have our own little girl."

"Too late," I said, "We've already had her."

"OUCH!"

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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