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Call Girl Cheerleaders - Part 1
By Richard Bissell (1999)

***

A guy falls into a relationship-for-money with a high 
school cheerleader that soon grows into a group thing 
that then flowers into a romantic relationship between 
him and the girls. (M/f+teens, bi, mast, oral, anal, 
orgy, prost)

***

Author Notes: Adults only, no prudes. If you don't like 
sex stories containing teenagers engaging in weird 
perversions, or you can't separate truth from fiction, 
get lost. The author does not advocate or condone 
anything that goes on in this story. 

This story is mine. You can repost it or archive it 
only if 1) you don't change it, 2) my name and this 
disclaimer remain attached, and 3) you aren't making 
money off it. That includes posting it on some slime-
ball banner farm web site. Yes, that means you! 


CHAPTER ONE
-----------

I was watching football one Saturday afternoon when the 
doorbell rang. I don't get a lot of unannounced 
visitors, so I was fairly sure that this was another 
solicitor of some sort. I peeked through the peephole 
and saw that I was probably right. It appeared to be 
some teenage girl. 

I opened the door. The girl was probably seventeen or 
eighteen, cute, five-six or so, long blonde hair, full 
breasts, wearing shorts and a spaghetti strap top. I 
recognized her as Marianne, a girl who lived down the 
street. 

"Hi. I'm raising money for the cheerleading squad. 
We're selling magazine subscriptions, and we have some 
really great deals." She tried to stick a brochure in 
my hand. "Is there anything you might be interested 
in?" 

There was, but it wasn't magazines. Besides which, I 
knew these fundraising programs were complete rip-offs, 
raising twice as much money for the magazine company as 
they did for the kids. 

"I don't think I need any magazines. But if you want, I 
can just write a check directly to your squad." 

Her eyes lit up. 

"You would? That would be really cool of you." 

"Come on in. Let me get my checkbook." 

She stepped into the house, and I shut the door. I got 
my checkbook out of the kitchen and returned to the 
foyer. 

"This is a really nice house." 

"Thanks." 

"You must be rich or something, huh?" 

"You could say that." 

I sat on my couch and opened the checkbook, setting it 
on the coffee table to write the check. 

"How does fifty dollars sound?" 

Her eyes swelled. 

"Fifty bucks? You're just going to give me fifty 
bucks?" 

"I'd rather give it to you than the fundraising company 
you're working with." 

"Thanks a lot. You're sure there's nothing you need 
that we could do? Like wash your car or something like 
that?" 

I smiled at her, looking her over slowly, pausing at 
her ample chest. 

"I think there might be something you could do." 

She returned the smile. 

"Like what?" 

"Show me your breasts." 

Her eyes swelled in amazement, and she bit her lip to 
keep from grinning. 

"If I just show you my tits, you'll give me fifty 
bucks?" 

"Yes." 

She giggled nervously. 

"Okay." 

She pulled off her T-shirt, revealing a lacy white bra, 
which she removed a second later. She dropped both on 
the floor. Her big breasts were firm and full, not 
sagging at all. Her nipples were tiny in comparison, 
but swelled and stood out under my gaze. 

Marianne took a step or two toward me, pushing back her 
shoulders to stick her tits out even further. I could 
see the flush of arousal coloring her chest. 

"How much if I took off some more?" 

I leaned back casually on the couch, appraising her. 

"Considering that there's a strip bar not far from here 
where I could see a dozen nude girls for a ten dollar 
cover plus a two drink minimum... let's say seventy-
five." 

She slowly unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down. 
Underneath, she wore plain white cotton panties, and 
she paused for a moment or two, gathering her courage, 
before sliding those down as well. 

Her blonde pubes were closely trimmed, most likely to 
accommodate her cheerleading outfits. I could see her 
labia underneath, beginning to color and swell in 
arousal. She took another step towards me, then turned 
around slowly to show me her little butt, tight and 
toned from many hours of cheerleading gymnastics. 

"Nice." 

She smiled nervously. 

"Thanks." 

She put a foot up on the coffee table, opening herself 
slightly to give me a better view. I could see her 
inner lips peeking out, and the dewy moisture beginning 
to collect there. 

"What could I do for a hundred?" 

"Come here. Give me a closer look at all that." 

She climbed onto the couch, straddling my legs. She put 
her hands on my shoulders. I laid my hands on her firm 
thighs and moved upward. She remained still as I neared 
her breasts, and let me take her in my hands. Her tits 
were like fresh bread, spongy and firm. I cupped them, 
feeling the weight, moving them around. I took her hard 
little nipples between my fingers, twisting them 
gently. Marianne closed her eyes, breathing unevenly. 

I slipped a hand down to caress her hard butt, 
squeezing the muscles. When I moved the hand around 
slowly, reaching between her legs, she stopped me 
suddenly. 

"One-twenty-five." 

"Done." 

She let go of my hand, and I slid it between her 
thighs. She was already hot and wet when I took her 
blonde pussy in my hand. I slipped a finger inside her, 
feeling her wetness. She moaned, moving her hips up and 
back slowly as I masturbated her. I tweaked her clit 
gently, working it back and forth. Her breath was hot 
and damp in my face now. 

"What about for two hundred?" 

"Everything." 

She gasped softly. 

"Everything?" 

"How about two-fifty then?" 

She panted for a second or two. 

"Okay." 

She immediately wrapped her arms around me, kissing me 
eagerly. Her hips settled into my lap, and she was soon 
rubbing herself against my erection as I played roughly 
with her tits. I pulled off my shirt, and she bent to 
suck on my nipples. I let her do it for a few seconds 
before pushing her further down. She dug my cock out of 
my pants and took it in her hands. 

"I've never sucked a cock before. I don't know if I can 
do this right." 

"I'm sure you have the general idea." 

She grinned and bent down to lick at me. She ran her 
tongue around the head a few times before taking me 
tentatively into her mouth. I held her blonde head in 
my lap as she moved up and down slowly, trying to guide 
her movements. She kept it simple, but her mouth was so 
hot and wet that I didn't care. I let her bob over me 
until I felt the jizz beginning to boil in my balls. 

I pulled her up, and when she stood, I took her waist 
and seated her on the couch. I climbed in between her 
thighs and pushed forward, sinking into her tight 
teenage twat. She moaned, biting at my shoulder. 

"You have to pull out before you come. I don't have 
anything." 

"I'll come in your mouth." 

"Oh, God. Okay." 

I sank all of my thick seven inches into her, groaning 
at the heat and wetness. She wrapped her legs around my 
butt and dug her nails into my back. I pumped her 
steadily, massaging her clit with the base of my cock. 
She was already hot and turned on, and it took me only 
a minute of firm thrusts to have her shuddering in 
climax under me. She whimpered, biting again at my 
shoulder as I pounded her firm teenage body. Her tits 
began to shake with my thrusts, and she gripped them in 
her hands, pinching her nipples. The sight of it was 
enough to do it for me, and I gave her a few last 
thrusts before pulling out suddenly. 

She needed no coaching by now, and she instantly 
dropped to the floor, swallowing up my erection. I 
groaned, grabbing her head and fucking her mouth as she 
sucked as hard as she could. My cum boiled into her 
mouth, one shot after another, and I felt her gulping 
it down as it came. She massaged my balls and the base 
of my cock as she swallowed, working out the last few 
drops. When I caught my breath, I looked down at her. 
She continued to suck gently, waiting for my permission 
to let go. 

I pulled out and sat on the couch in front of her. 

"How was that?" 

"Great," I gasped. "Two-fifty?" 

She giggled. 

"Two-fifty." 

I wrote the check as Marianne got dressed, and then she 
left. 


CHAPTER TWO
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I didn't expect to see her again after that, figuring 
she would just chalk the experience up to a brief bit 
of daring experimentation and fooling around. But two 
nights later, as I sat in my den watching a "Seinfeld" 
rerun, the doorbell rang again. 

I found Marianne on the doorstep, wearing a stretch 
satin top and a pair of jeans. "Hi." 

"Hey. What are you selling tonight?" She grinned, 
cocking her head. 

"Me. Again." 

"The cheerleading squad must be hard up." 

"Actually, I spent it all on clothes. It would be hard 
to explain where I got all that money anyway. So, are 
you interested? Two-fifty to fuck me, like we did 
before?" 

I ran my eyes over her slowly. She posed, thrusting her 
breasts out. Unless I was seeing things, she wasn't 
wearing a bra, and her stiff nipples strained against 
the satin of her top. "Come on in." 

She walked into the living room, looking around and 
smiling at me. "Where do you want to do it?" 

"Upstairs." 

"An actual bed this time?" 

"Yeah." 

She followed me up to the master bedroom, taking in the 
furnishings on the way. I shut the door behind us. "Lie 
on the bed," she said. 

I did. 

She walked to the foot and slowly opened her top, 
popping open the snaps one by one but keeping her 
breasts hidden. Then she threw it back and off her 
shoulders, shaking her long blonde hair back behind her 
head. She cupped her heavy breasts in her hands, 
tweaking the nipples. "Take off your shirt and your 
jeans." 

I did, stripping down to my boxers. She watched me, 
grinning at the hard-on tenting out my shorts. She 
crawled up the bed, lowering her face to bite at my 
cock through the fabric. It slipped out through the 
fly, and Marianne ran her tongue up the underside, 
wiggling it over the glans. Then she took the head in 
her mouth, sucking hard, working on just the end with 
her lips and tongue. I reached out for her breasts, 
taking them in my hands and pinching her nipples 
lightly. 

She continued to blow me eagerly, bobbing her head up 
and down. I let her do it for another minute before 
pulling her up. She giggled at me. "Did you like that? 
I read about it in a book in the sex section of Barnes 
& Noble." 

"You're getting better." 

"Thanks." 

I pulled her tits to my mouth, sucking roughly on her 
nipples. She moved me back and forth, alternating 
breasts, until her nipples stood out in angry red 
arousal. I began unbuttoning her jeans, but she took 
over immediately, and had them and her panties off in a 
few seconds. I took her tight little butt in my hands 
and pulled her blonde-furred pussy up to my mouth. She 
moaned, grabbing on to the headboard and began riding 
my tongue. 

I thrashed it over and around her clit and lips, 
drinking up her hot fluids. Her hips were soon rocking 
back and forth over my mouth. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck. That 
feels so fucking hot." 

I stabbed my tongue into her, fucking her with it, then 
sucked lightly on her clit. Her thighs were soon 
battering my ears, and she came with a shriek, throwing 
herself across the bed. I slipped out of my boxers as 
she caught her breath, then rolled over on top of her. 
She put her hands on my waist to guide me. "You're 
going to come in my mouth again, right? Not inside me?" 

"Right." 

I slipped slowly into her, luxuriating in her wonderful 
teenaged pussy. She was dripping wet and almost 
painfully tight, gripping me with those toned 
cheerleading muscles. The other afternoon had been too 
much of a surprise to take my time with, so tonight I 
wanted to enjoy this. I moved in her with a slow, 
steady rhythm, watching her arousal, nibbling on her 
earlobes and nipples. She giggled as I did it, 
answering my attentions with sloppy kisses on my neck 
and chest. 

I bottomed out inside her, pressing as far into her as 
I could. I felt the tendons on her thighs as she spread 
herself under me, groaning, pushing her hips up to meet 
me. She began to whimper, biting at my shoulder, 
pressing her big breasts against my body. I lifted off 
her as I sped my attack, making her tits shudder with 
each thrust. 

She reached back to brace herself against the 
headboard, pushing herself back at me with each entry. 
She came again with another shriek, thrashing about on 
the mattress under me. I had to stop to keep from 
coming inside her already, so I relented to let her 
recover from her orgasm. 

The crisis soon passed, and I resumed my slow fucking 
of this hot seventeen-year-old. I lowered myself back 
onto her body, and she wrapped herself around me. "Fuck 
me," she moaned. "Fuck me." 

I felt her trying to squeeze me with her cunt, making 
herself even tighter. I drove more purposefully now, 
grinding myself against her. She writhed under me like 
a snake, still whispering perversions into my ear. Her 
movements soon became more spasmodic, then her nails 
dug into my butt, and she shivered into yet another 
orgasm. 

My cock was beginning to ache from being hard so long 
without release, so I finally loosed the brakes, 
fucking her with everything I had. She came a fourth 
time, limbs flailing wildly under me, and as soon as 
her orgasm ran its course, I withdrew, pulling out and 
lying down beside her. She had me back in her mouth in 
an instant, bobbing and sucking for all she was worth. 

She took me as far in as she could get, gripping my 
cock tightly with her free hand. Her tongue massaged 
the underside of my cock eagerly, and a moment later, I 
erupted into her mouth, squirting long, thick shots of 
come down her throat. She gulped it down as it came, 
pumping it out with her fist. She slowed her attack as 
my orgasm subsided, but continued to suck gently on me 
for nearly a minute before lying back down. 

"Whew," she said. 

"Yeah." 

"That was quite a fuck." 

"You've had some experience at this." 

She shrugged. "I lost it two years ago. You're the 
fifth guy I've done it with." 

"Do you have a boyfriend right now?" 

She grinned. "Yep. But he can't fuck like you can. He 
almost never gets me off unless I totally help him do 
it." She sat up and brushed her blonde hair back over 
her head. "Do you have any beer?" 

"Down in the kitchen." 

"Can I have one?" 

"Sure." 

She pulled on her panties and top and descended to the 
first floor. I found my checkbook and wrote her a check 
for $275. She returned with a bottle of Sam Adams and 
flopped down on her stomach beside me, picking up the 
check. "Thanks." Then her eyes lit up. "Hey--" 

"A tip. That was better than last time." 

"Phat. Thanks." 

"Are you planning on making a habit of this?" She 
grinned at me, bending her leg at the knee and flopping 
her foot back and forth. "Have you got the bucks for 
it?" 

"Sure." 

"Do you want to keep fucking me?" 

"Yes."

"Then I will. And you know what?"

"What?" 

"I'm not the only girl on the squad. I bet a couple of 
the other girls would do this too." 

"You think?" She grinned again. "Maybe. I'll ask 
around." She finished her beer and left a few minutes 
later. 


CHAPTER THREE
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For a couple of days, I waited to see if any of the 
other cheerleaders might show up, but none of them did. 
I began to think that either Marianne hadn't been brave 
enough to confess to what she had done or none of the 
other girls were interested. 

Then the doorbell rang again. 

I was once again watching television, sitting home on a 
Friday night. I had been seeing a woman I worked with 
off and on the past few months, and I had considered 
asking her to dinner that weekend. After reflecting for 
a few moments, I decided to give the cheerleader thing 
one last chance. It was a good thing I did. 

It was about nine-thirty, and I was in the middle of a 
movie on HBO. When the doorbell rang, I immediately 
figured it must be Marianne, since I couldn't imagine 
anyone else knocking on my door this late. 

It wasn't. 

Instead, I found a girl of about the same age, five-
three, long dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her body 
was not as curvy as Marianne's, but she still looked 
quite delicious. She had a silver stud in her left 
nostril and a definite "bad girl" cast to her face, 
sort of like that girl on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," 
whatever her name was. 

"Hi." 

"Hi." 

"You're Steve?" 

"Yeah." 

"I'm Tiffany. A friend of Marianne's." 

"A cheerleader." 

She grinned. 

"Yeah. So can I come in?" 

I stepped back, opening the door further. Tiffany came 
inside, checking out the house. 

"Wow. You are pretty rich, huh? Marianne told me about 
your place." 

"I do okay." 

She glanced around a few more seconds before looking 
back at me. 

"So, like, what did you guys do, just rip off each 
other's clothes, or what?" 

"It needn't be that abrupt. But, just so we're clear, 
you know what she was doing?" 

She grinned. 

"Yeah. But I don't really have as much as experience as 
she does. So two-fifty might be too much for me. It's 
not like I know how to do all this different stuff and 
all." 

"But you're not a virgin?" 

She laughed. 

"You think I'd lose it like this? Jeez, no. Shit." She 
giggled again. "But I've only slept with two other 
guys. So I don't want you to expect all that much." 

"Okay. Do you want something to drink?" 

"Sure. Beer, if you've got it." 

I got her a beer from the refrigerator and opened it 
for her. She took a long swig and continued to look 
around the house. 

"How old are you?" 

"Forty-one." 

"My dad is forty-three. He'd have a herd of cows over 
this if he knew." 

"What do you know about Marianne?" 

She shrugged. 

"I don't know. I met her in Junior High. We've been 
friends a while. We went out for cheerleading together. 
Her dad is a pervert." 

I laughed. 

"He is?" 

"Yes. He grabbed my butt once. I think he would have 
done it again if I hadn't threatened to tell his wife." 

"Does Marianne know?" 

"No. What was I supposed to tell her, 'Your dad wants 
to jump my bones?'" 

"You think he does?" 

"Don't all you old guys want to? I see the looks we 
get, me and my friends. 
I'm not stupid." 

"I guess a lot of us do." 

"Most of them are repulsive, like Marianne's dad. But 
you seem pretty cool. You don't look forty-one." 

"Thanks." 

"And Marianne said you were a great fuck. The best she 
ever had, and she's had some fucks, believe me." 

I smiled slightly. 

"I can imagine." 

She finished her beer and set it back down on the 
counter. 

"So where do we do it?" 

"Upstairs." 

She followed me up to the bedroom and stood nervously 
in the middle of the room as I shut the doors. 

"I guess you're just going to have to tell me what to 
do." 

I stripped to my boxers and lay on the bed. 

"Take off your clothes. Slowly." 

She wore a tight stretch cotton top over her firm tits, 
and she pulled it off now. Under it, she wore a black 
satin bra, and I noticed another silver stud, this time 
in her navel. She took off her bra slowly, trying to 
look seductive. She didn't quite get it, but her 
nervous inexperience was arousing enough. Her breasts 
were firm C-cups (Marianne was well into D-cup 
territory), conical and pointy, with prominent brown 
nipples. She slid her jeans down smoothly, revealing 
black satin panties that matched her bra. When the 
jeans were off, she stepped up next to me on the bed, 
smiling. 

"I like those piercings." 

"Thanks. Want to unwrap the last bit? I've got a little 
surprise I think you'll like." 

I sat up, swinging my legs around, and hooked my 
fingers into the waistband of her panties. As I slid 
them down, I saw what she meant: one last silver stud 
through the hood of her clitoris. 

"Like it?" 

"Yes. I thought you had to be eighteen to get those, 
though." 

"I did it myself. I did all of them myself." 

"You're kidding." 

"I think I have a high pain threshold. It wasn't that 
bad." 

I pulled her closer and bent to take a hard brown 
nipple in my mouth. Tiffany moaned softly, putting her 
arms around my head. I sucked on her eagerly, pulling 
as much of her breast into my mouth as I could get. She 
pushed me off after a minute or so, moving me to her 
other tit. I felt up between her legs as I did it, 
finding the stud in her clit. I pulled on it gently, 
twisting it around. I probed further down, finding her 
already wet and growing wetter. 

I played with her like that for a few minutes, stroking 
and tweaking her clit with my fingers as I sucked on 
her nipples. She began to whimper softly, holding my 
head tightly. Her hips started moving with my strokes 
as her abdomen started to shake. A few seconds later 
her legs buckled, and she fell against me. I rubbed her 
briskly as the orgasm pulsed through her body, 
finishing her off as best I could. 

She recovered after a few seconds and stepped back, 
grinning at me. 

"Wow. Marianne was right. You are pretty good. What do 
you want me to do?" 

"Kneel down." 

She got the message, dropping to her knees in front of 
me. She reached for my boxers and pulled them down, 
exposing my thick erection. She took it in her hands 
and stroked it gently. 

"How do you like it? My boyfriend just wants me to go 
as fast as possible and get him off, but I'm guessing 
that isn't really the best way." 

"Gently. Take your time and enjoy it." 

She smiled, looking up at me, and took my cock in her 
mouth. She kissed and licked it for a few seconds 
before sucking more purposefully. I closed my eyes and 
held her head in my hands. She went slowly, massaging 
me with her tongue. A minute later, she withdrew, 
reaching up to stroke me with her hand as she sucked on 
my balls. Whatever she had said before about having 
less experience than Marianne apparently didn't apply 
to oral sex. She worked on my balls for about twenty 
seconds before taking my cock back in her mouth. 

She was good enough that I though about letting 
complete the act, but two-fifty was a lot for a blow 
job. So I pulled her off before she took me too far. 

"What now?" 

"Get on the bed on your hands and knees." 

Her eyebrows went up a little. 

"Doggy style?" 

"Right." 

She complied rapidly, presenting her tight little butt 
to me. She was firmer and less rounded than Marianne, 
all tight cheerleading muscles. I took her hips in my 
hands and thrust forward, burying myself inside her. 
She let out a cry at my rapid penetration, but 
immediately began pushing herself back at me. I fucked 
her like that for a few minutes, just enjoying her 
luscious little teen pussy. She dropped her head to the 
mattress after the first minute, bending herself open 
for me even more. I felt her hand moving between us, 
playing with herself and my balls as I fucked her. 

I withdrew and rolled her on her back. She grinned up 
at me, spreading herself open, and I climbed on top of 
her. I was inside her again in an instant. Her lips 
curled back from her teeth as I bottomed out. 

"Where should I come?" I moaned. 

"I'm on the pill," she gasped. "Come anywhere you want, 
just fuck me." 

I began moving firmly within her, massaging her 
sensitive spots with my cock. She whimpered and held me 
tightly, pulling me even further inside her. She didn't 
like me to withdraw very far, and she kept a tight grip 
on my butt to hold me inside. I pumped her more rapidly 
now, feeling the stud in her clit every time I thrust 
at her. She began to shiver and thrash under me. She 
came deeply and silently, squeezing me tightly inside. 

I kept up the rhythm without slowing, and she came 
again within a few minutes. By now she was mewling and 
moaning, begging quietly for me to come inside her. A 
few more deep urgent thrusts were enough to do it, 
especially since she began coming again a few seconds 
before I did. I pushed as far into her as I could get 
and filled her quivering pussy with my sperm. 

I rolled off her as soon as I caught my breath. She lay 
unmoving on her back, legs still spread widely as my 
cum dripped out of her and onto the sheets. 

"Fuck! Fuck," she gasped. "Fuck!" 

I got her a towel to clean herself up, and she went 
into the bathroom. While she was gone, I filled out her 
check. She returned a minute later with a big grin on 
her face. 

"Marianne wasn't kidding. I've never had a fuck like 
that." 

"Good." 

She found the check on the bed. 

"Two-fifty?" 

"You earned it." 

"Cool. This is like, the most money I ever had at 
once." 

"Don't spend it all in one place." 

She giggled. 

"What do you do that you have so much money?" 

"I'm a stock trader." 

"How much money do you have?" 

"Total? A few million, probably, though most of it's on 
paper." 

"Wow. Seriously?" 

"Yep." 

I could see the gears turning in her head as she stared 
at the check. 

"Are there other things you'd want to do? Like with me 
and Marianne? For more money than this, I mean." 

"Both of you at once, maybe." 

She gasped softly. 

"You mean like--" 

"Together." 

"Would we have to, like, lez each other and all?" 

"Say for five hundred a piece? I think that's the going 
rate for girls as hot as you two." 

Her eyes swelled. 

"Five hundred? Do you mean it?" 

"Sure." 

"Wow. I'll have to ask her. I bet she'd do it, though. 
I have to think about it." 

"Think all you want. You know where I live." 

She giggled. 

"Yep." 


CHAPTER FOUR
------------

Nothing much happened the rest of the weekend. Monday 
afternoon, Marianne reappeared at my door, wearing 
jeans and a white spaghetti-strap baby tee that barely 
contained her big tits. 

"Hey." 

"Are you busy? Wanna hang out?" 

"Come on in." 

She stepped inside, walking into the kitchen and 
helping herself to a beer. 
I opened it for her. 

"I talked to Tiffany," she said grinning. 

"And?" 

"She told me about your idea." 

"Go on." 

"Five hundred a piece, you fuck us both, and we dyke 
out on each other?" 

"Right." 

She grinned. 

"I wanna do it, but Tiff is still thinking. If she 
doesn't want to, I know a girl who would, though." 

"Another cheerleader?" 

"Uh huh." 

"This is quite a squad you've got." 

"Yep." 

"Who else knows about our little arrangement?" 

"Just Tiff." 

"Not this other girl?" 

"No. But see, she's a good friend of mine, so I know 
she's a dyke. Or at least she's fucked girls. Guys too, 
but mostly girls. I'll pitch it to her if Tiff wimps 
out. I know she'll do it if I ask." 

"What's she look like?" 

"She's pretty hot. About my height, red hair. She 
doesn't have tits like mine, but she's still cute." 

"Not too many girls do." 

She grinned. I could see the flush of arousal on her 
chest. 

"Nope. So, you wanna go fuck now?" 

"Lead the way." 

She took my hand and pulled me upstairs. As I shut the 
bedroom doors behind us, Marianne stepped to the middle 
of the room, leering at me. She pulled her top over her 
head, then shoved down her jeans. Underneath, she wore 
a matching demi-bra and panty set in lacy ivory, with 
little beads all over the fabric. 

"Like it?" 

"Yes." 

"That's good, because you paid for it." 

She walked up, grabbing my hard-on through her pants, 
then dropped to her knees and began digging it out. 
When she had it exposed, she stroked it a few times, 
then settled her mouth over the head. She worked the 
end eagerly as she had the last time, sucking and 
slurping with just her lips and tongue. 

"Tell me something," I gasped. 

She didn't withdraw. 

"Hmm?" 

"You said you never sucked a cock before mine. But 
Tiffany talked like she thought you had a lot more 
experience than she did." 

She pulled back now, using her hand to stroke me as she 
ran her tongue along the underside. 

"She's right, but I didn't." She sucked the base of my 
cock just above my balls for a second. "I thought it 
was gross and demeaning. Like the guy was just using me 
to get off." 

"What's different about this?" 

She grinned. 

"I don't know. I just know I love sucking your dick." 
And back it went into her mouth. 

She took more of it in now, pushing it to the back of 
her throat. I reached down to feel her cheeks hollowing 
as she sucked. Her teeth grazed lightly along the 
underside as she withdrew, then she reversed herself, 
swallowing most of it back up again. She bobbed slowly 
up and down like that, playing gently with my balls, 
until I had to stop her lest I come already. She 
withdrew and went back to stroking me with her hand. 

"I was thinking..." 

"What?" 

She looked up at me lasciviously. 

"What would it be worth to fuck me in the ass?" 

"Instead of straight sex? Or on top of it?" 

She grinned and gave the head of my cock a brief suck. 

"What would you want?" 

"I'd like to come in that tight ass of yours." 

"Okay. We'll do that instead." 

"Same price?" 

"Uh huh." 

"Have you done it before?" 

"Nope. Is it going to hurt?" 

"Let me eat you out first. Then we'll do it." 

She stood, removing her bra and panties, and lay back 
on the bed behind her. I crawled up between her thighs, 
and she took my head in her hands. I buried my tongue 
in her blonde twat, sucking her clit and lips into my 
mouth. She moaned, arching her back, especially after I 
reached up and began punishing her big breasts and hard 
nips with my fingers. Her hips rolled at my face, 
pushing up at me as I licked and sucked on her. I kept 
up a steady rhythm for several minutes, and Marianne's 
fluids were soon covering most of my face. I fucked her 
with my tongue and brought a hand down from her breasts 
to tweak her clit. She shrieked, thrashing back and 
forth, and came in a rush, almost lifting us both off 
the bed. 

I finished her off for a few seconds and then withdrew 
to let her rest. I went into the bathroom to find a 
bottle of massage oil. When I returned, Marianne was 
still limp on the bed with an arm over her face, 
gasping for breath. She came to a few moments later, 
and her eyes came to rest on the oil in my hands. 

"Is that for me?" 

"Both of us." 

"What do I do?" 

"Get on your hands and knees down here." 

She rolled on her stomach and positioned herself. I 
used my index finger to lubricate her, working it 
around her sphincter. She moaned and gasped when I 
slipped inside her, working as much of the oil into her 
as I could get. 

"Is this going to hurt?" 

"It might at first. Just try to relax yourself as much 
as you can." 

I stroked my erection with the oil until it was 
glistening from head to root. Then I took her hips in 
my hands, probing forward. I aimed my cock between her 
ass cheeks, resting it against her anus. 

"Oh, God." 

I pushed forward slowly, the copious oil easing the 
passage through her tight sphincter. Marianne grunted 
and convulsed as I slid into her. I bottomed out after 
about ten seconds, resting my hips against her hard 
ass. 

"Are you all right?" 

"It feels... oh, God... it feels like I'm being raped 
by an elephant." 

"Do you want to stop?" 

"No. Fuck me. Just fuck me." 

She pushed backwards, trying to get me to thrust at 
her. I withdrew slowly, then slid back in. I could feel 
her sphincter pulsing involuntarily around me. She 
whimpered through clenched teeth, throwing her hair 
back over her shoulders. I fucked her easily for a 
minute or two before speeding my thrusts. I pushed her 
forward each time, until she was soon down on the bed 
with her knees bent under her. I reached for her big 
tits, taking them in my hands. She braced herself on 
the headboard in front of us, still whimpering and 
grunting as I fucked her. I felt her fingers brush 
against my balls and realized that she was playing with 
herself. 

"Is this getting you off?" I gasped. 

"Oh, God. Yes." 

"Does it hurt?" 

"Uh huh. But I can come. I'm going to come. Just give 
me a little more." 

"Harder?" 

She groaned. 

"Harder." 

I sped my thrusts, thumping against her ass, feeling my 
balls slapping against her sopping wet twat. Little 
cries began escaping her lips, and her fingers were a 
blur between her legs. Her body began to shake and 
shudder under me just as my sperm began to rise. Then 
her sphincter clamped painfully down on the base of my 
cock as she came, stopping the flow of jism. It boiled 
against this unexpected barrier, making my head swim, 
then the pressure built enough to escape, and my cum 
sprayed into her bowels. I shook in dizzy climax, 
burying myself into her up to the root. 

When our respective orgasms subsided, I fell to the 
side, pulling out of her. She stretched out her legs, 
remaining on her stomach. Neither of us said anything 
for a few minutes. 

Marianne lifted herself up on an elbow, wiping the 
sweat from her forehead and brushing her long blonde 
hair back from her face. 

"I'm going to be limping for a week." 

"Sorry." 

"Don't be. That was fucking incredible." 

I nodded. 

"Have you done it like that before?" she asked. 

"A few times. An old girlfriend of mine was into it." 

"God. I never thought about it much until tonight. I 
don't know what made me want to." 

She slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. I 
dressed and cleaned myself up, and then went into my 
office to find my checkbook. She appeared from the 
bedroom, fully dressed, a few minutes later, and sat in 
my lap. She gave me a long kiss when I slipped the 
check into her jeans, and I played gently with her big 
breasts. 

"Mmm." 

"Yes." 

"You like my tits, huh?" 

"I love them. They're perfect." 

"It used to piss me off how guys acted about them. I 
don't mind you, though. 
 I don't know why." 

She kissed me again, moving her butt slowly against my 
lap. I felt my cock beginning to stir again, and I 
could tell Marianne felt it. 

She giggled. 

"Did you clean yourself up?" 

"Yes." 

She bent to kiss my neck as one hand caressed my chest. 

"I feel like giving you a freebie." 

"You don't need to." 

"I know. I want to." 

She slipped out of my lap and onto the floor. She 
positioned herself between my knees and reached up for 
my boxers. My cock was standing at attention now, and 
she inspected it briefly. Finding nothing amiss, she 
bent her head to take it into her mouth. 

It was too soon after my earlier orgasm, and Marianne 
was too eager and excited. I had to slow her down, 
digging my fingers through her long blonde locks. She 
slowed down, using just her tongue and lips in a steady 
rhythm for a few minutes. 

She withdrew to kiss the head. 

"Better?" 

"Yeah." 

Back down she went, sucking and massaging me with her 
tongue. My balls were beginning to reawaken now, and I 
moved her head faster. She responded by bobbing 
rapidly. I reached down to fondle her tits, and she 
moved closer to me, getting everything within reach. 
When I dug into her baby T-shirt to get at them, she 
reached behind her to unsnap her bra. Her tits fell 
into my hands, and I caressed them gently as she 
continued to suck rapidly on my cock. 

She withdrew again to rest her jaw, using her hand to 
stroke me rapidly. 

"Are you getting there yet?" 

I nodded, gasping. 

"Are you going to come in my mouth? Are you going shoot 
your cum down throat?" 

I grunted, unable to answer her. 

"I'm going to swallow it. I'm going to swallow every 
drop." 

She dropped her head, swallowing me up, and sucking 
rapidly on the head like a calf at a teat, massaging it 
with tongue and lips. I cried out, gripping her hair in 
my hands. My cum began churning out of my balls, and a 
second later, it was spurting into Marianne's mouth. 
She gulped it down as it came, milking my cock with her 
fist to get it all. She continued to suck and milk me 
for nearly a minute afterward before withdrawing with a 
big grin on her face. 

"Did you like that?" 

I nodded. 

"I'm going to talk to Tiff tomorrow. If I can't talk 
her into doing the three-way, I'll call this other 
girl. Then I'll let you know what's going to happen." 

"Okay." 

She crawled up into my lap and kissed me again. 

"Night. Thanks." 

"You too," I gasped. 


CHAPTER FIVE 
------------

Marianne called me the next day to inform me that 
Tiffany was not interested in group sex, and that 
therefore she was going to talk to her other friend on 
the cheerleading squad, whose name was Ashley. She 
promised to get back to me with a day and a time. 

Thursday afternoon, she appeared at my door again 
wearing shorts and a flower-print string bikini top. 
The top was scarcely enough to contain her breasts, and 
had she jumped around at all -- say, to attempt a cheer 
-- it looked like she would have come flying out of it 
immediately. 

She gave me a quick bj in the living room, then 
remained at my feet to explain what she had worked out. 

"Ashley completely freaked when I told her what I've 
been doing." 

"Sleeping with me, you mean?" 

"For money. That was the main thing she freaked about. 
I tried to tell her that it's not really like that, but 
when I pitched the idea to her, you know, five hundred 
a piece for what you wanted, she completely changed her 
mind. She wants to do it." 

"Just like that?" 

"Yeah. None of the girls on the squad have a lot of 
money, but Ashley is probably the worst off. Her folks 
are divorced, and her dad just drinks a lot. Her mom is 
a waitress. So five hundred bucks is a fortune for 
her." 

"I can imagine. When?" 

"Saturday night?" 

"That works for me." 

"Anyway. After I talked to Ashley, I was thinking." 

"What about?" 

"All this money, you know, it does seem kind of cheap 
to just come over, fuck you, and have you hand me a 
check. I was trying to think of a better way to handle 
it." 

I thought about that for a moment. 

"I could get you a credit card. You could charge what 
I've been paying you, buy stuff with it. However it 
came out, we could settle up at the end of the month." 

Her eyes widened. 

"Seriously? I could buy anything I wanted?" 

"Within reason. The idea being to pay you that way 
instead with a check." 

She grinned. 

"Cool." 

She stood up, taking my arms and pulling me upstairs. 
We quickly lost the remainder of our clothes. Marianne 
kissed me, pressing her breasts against my chest. Then 
she looked down coyly, though her hand settled on my 
erection, stroking it gently. 

"You know... you've come in my mouth, and in my ass, 
but never in my pussy." 

"I keep forgetting to buy some rubbers." 

"Rubbers are no fun. I want your cum inside me." 

"You might get my baby in the bargain." 

"We could just risk it today. I think the timing is 
off. It's the wrong time of the month." 

"I don't know about this." 

She grinned, looking up at me innocently. 

"The prospect of knocking me up doesn't turn you on?" 

"It's the prospect of eighteen years of child support 
that doesn't turn me on." 

She pouted. 

"Please?" 

"All right. It's your body." 

She grinned and went back to kissing me, arms around my 
neck. I fondled her tits, cupping them in my hands and 
working her nipples with my thumbs. She began to squirm 
as they erected and grew more sensitive, and I finally 
picked her up and carried her to the bed. 

She lay on her back, and I kissed and licked my way 
down her body, nursing her big breasts, running my 
tongue down her abdomen, wiggling it in her navel 
(making her giggle and convulse in the process), 
finally settling between her thighs and taking her 
blonde-furred twat in my mouth. I shoved my hands under 
her butt, holding her firm cheerleading ass tightly 
under me. 

She writhed around on the bed as I ate her, legs 
opening and closing, hands randomly gripping her hair 
or her breasts or my head. I knew her rhythms well 
enough now to bring her hot seventeen-year-old body to 
rapid series of orgasms, keeping it up until she cried 
out in over-stimulation and pushed me away. 

I gave her only a few seconds to recover before 
climbing above her and slipping into her tight teenage 
pussy. She let out a guttural cry, wrapping herself 
around me. I drove in and out of her steadily. She was 
tight and wet, all hot squishy flesh gripping my cock. 
She cried out again as another orgasm took her, and she 
dug her nails painfully into my butt. My control began 
to slip away now, and I pounded her roughly, watching 
her round tits shaking with each thrust. She sensed my 
impending orgasm and spread herself even wider for me, 
begging for my seed. 

"Come... come... come in me..." 

I let out a hoarse grunt, stabbed every bit of myself 
into her, and came for all I was worth, spurting 
painfully intense ribbons of come up to her womb. I 
kept thrusting long after it was over, and finally 
collapsed onto her breasts. She put her arms around me 
and held me close. 

"Mmm. Stay inside me. Don't move yet. You feel so 
good." 

I pushed my deflating penis forward. 

"So do you." 

"I love the feeling after a good fuck, all tingly and 
gooey." 

She kissed me tenderly for a few seconds, then looked 
up at me. 

"Have you ever done it with a virgin?" 

"Mary Jo Beadman, after a Led Zeppelin concert when I 
was seventeen. We were both virgins. It wasn't an 
experience worth remembering." 

"Would you want to give it another try?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"I'm just thinking. There's another girl on the squad 
who I know is a virgin. You could have her if you 
wanted." 

I laughed softly. 

"Have you consulted her about this?" 

She smiled. 

"I could talk her into it. She's been talking about 
losing it." 

"She cute?" 

"Not as cute as me." She smiled. "But she's not bad. 
She's kind of tall and thin, you know, sort of that 
European model look. She's got really long brown hair." 

"What do you think this would cost?" 

She grinned up at me. 

"You'd be her first. You'd get to pop her cherry. That 
would be worth something to you, wouldn't it?" 

"Does she still have one? Because if she's been 
cheerleading for any length of time, she's probably 
lost it on her own already just by stretching and 
jumping around." 

Marianne bit her lip. 

"I didn't think of that. Would it make a difference?" 

"Yeah. I suppose that sounds stupid, but it would." 

"Okay. Well, I'll see what I can do to find out. But if 
she still has it, do you want her?" 

"How much?" 

"A thousand?" 

"That's pretty steep. I'm spending that much on you and 
Ashley together." 

"This is special. Afterwards, if you wanted her again, 
it would be a lot less." 

"I'll think about it." 

"Phat. I bet she'll do it." 

Marianne went home after that, and I lay in bed 
marveling at my sudden good fortune. A few weeks ago, I 
was dating women my own age and dealing with all sorts 
of pretentious bullshit in exchange for a little sex. 
Now I had a gorgeous teenage procuress whose sole 
mission in life seemed to be to provide me with as much 
and as varied sex as possible. All I had to do was 
throw some money at her. Not something I was inclined 
to complain about. 

Later that night, I called one of my credit card 
companies and told them I needed another card for my 
"stepdaughter," and that it was urgent because she was 
about to take a long vacation. They promised to get it 
out as soon as they could. 

That afternoon, I had scarcely been home five minutes 
when I heard someone knocking hard on the front door. I 
looked through the peephole and saw about half a dozen 
teenage boys, some of them wearing football letter 
jackets. 

I opened the door. The one who had knocked, a tall, 
athletic kid with sandy brown hair, was clearly leading 
this group, but they were all here for a reason, 
whatever it was. The looks on their faces were a 
mixture of nervousness and anger. 

"Are you Steven Connors?" the leader said. 

"What can I do for you, son?" 

"I'm just going to say this once. You stay the fuck 
away from my girlfriend, do you understand?" 

I returned his glare for a few seconds before answering 
him. 

"Are you talking about Marianne?" 

"Yeah. Stay the fuck away from her before I have to 
fuck you up." 

"She's the one who's been coming over here. I think you 
need to talk to her." 

He glanced at his friends, trying to gather his 
courage. 

"I talked to her, all right. I told her to stay the 
fuck away from you if she knew what was good for her." 

"Otherwise you'd fuck her up, is that it? You like 
beating up girls? I guess that's probably your speed." 

I saw his fists clench at his side, and he snorted hard 
through his nostrils. 

"Just shut the fuck up, man." 

"Or what? You're going to teach me a lesson for giving 
your girlfriend something you can't seem to?" 

His face reddened, and his friends began to mutter. 

"Fuck him up, man," one of them said. 

"Don't take that shit." 

He stood in front of me, fuming, but didn't move. 

"This is the football team I'm looking at, right?" 

No one answered me, but it was obvious enough. 

"You look pretty fit, son, so I'm guessing you've got 
ambitions of playing college ball, don't you? You're 
probably talking to recruiters already, maybe some of 
them have even made you some offers? Let me ask you 
something. You know who Randy Moss is? Lawrence 
Phillips? Those names mean anything to you?" 

The other kids glanced at each other, and Marianne's 
boyfriend glared at me, but none of them said anything. 

"Both of them had talent to spare, but because they 
fucked up early on, got reputations as troublemakers, 
few people wanted anything to do with them. Moss was 
looking at a free ride at Notre Dame before he got in 
trouble. Fifteen pro teams passed on him before he got 
drafted, even though he should have gone number one. 
Things aren't like they used to be, son. This isn't 
some jerkwater town in Texas we live in, and I really 
doubt you've got as much talent as Randy Moss. You do 
something stupid here tonight, and you may be kissing 
college football goodbye forever." 

I could see them beginning to waver, especially the two 
kids in back who didn't look like they wanted to be 
here in the first place. 

"Do what you came here for if you're going to do it, 
son. Otherwise, get the fuck off my porch." 

The kids began muttering again, and one of them took 
the boyfriend's arm. 

"Let's go, man. You said what you needed to." 

He shook his arm free and glared at me once last time. 
Then he began backing up. His friends turned to go, and 
the six them moved back down the walkway. He and I 
continued to glare at each other until I heard my phone 
ringing in the kitchen. I kept my gaze on him until I 
shut the door. 

The phone kept ringing, and I went back to answer it. 
An anguished female voice immediately gushed through 
the line. 

"Steve?" 

"Marianne?" 

"Yeah, are you all right? Is everything okay?" 

"Your boyfriend just left. Nothing happened." 

She let out growl of disgust and frustration. 

"*Ex*-boyfriend. Fuck him. Do you know what he did 
today?" 

"What?" 

"He called me a cunt. And a whore. And a bunch of other 
names." 

I chose my words carefully. 

"What exactly does he know?" 

"Nothing! That's what's so fucking stupid! All he knows 
is that I came over to your place a few times. His 
imagination did the rest." 

"I'm sorry." 

"Fuck it. I don't care. Anyway, are you busy? Can I 
come over?" 

I took the phone back to the living room and looked out 
the window. The boyfriend and his minions appeared to 
have left. 

"Yes. But be careful." 

"Okay. I'll see you in a minute." 

She burst through the front door about ninety seconds 
later. She came straight up to me and hugged me, 
putting her forehead on my shoulder. 

"Fuck." 

"It's all right. Nothing happened." 

"I saw them coming up the street, and I knew right away 
what they were going to do. I almost called the police. 
Then I realized I might get you in trouble, too." 

"Don't worry about it. I don't think they'll be back." 

"I'm sorry." She backed up, smiling at me, and moved me 
toward the nearest chair. "Let me make it up to you." 

She kissed me a few times as she unbuttoned my jeans, 
then pushed me into the chair. She dropped to the floor 
between my knees and pulled my pants down to expose my 
cock. It went straight into her mouth, and she sucked 
eagerly on me for a minute or two before withdrawing, 
replacing her mouth with her hand. 

"Are you excited about tomorrow night?" 

I nodded, gritting my teeth at what she was doing. She 
gave my cockhead a few licks. 

"Ashley is completely stoked about this. She's been 
sort of coming on to me the last couple of days. She 
keeps saying things like 'I didn't know you were into 
girls.'" 

She dropped her head again and worked diligently on the 
end of my dick, swirling her tongue around and around 
as she sucked. 

"You've never done something like this before?" 

She bobbed a few more times before answering me. 

"Nope. And the truth is, I'm not really into girls. It 
doesn't turn me off, but it never appealed to me 
either. But it's what you want, and I can really use 
that money. So I'll fuck her for one night. It's no big 
deal." 

She returned to sucking me off, using long slow strokes 
to push my dick to back of her throat. As I got closer, 
she concentrated on the head, using the tight lips-and-
tongue suction that she knew I liked. I groaned, 
gripping her long blonde hair tightly in my hands, and 
she sped her attack. I looked down, seeing that her 
right hand had disappeared under her skirt, and from 
the rapid motions of her arm, I could tell she was 
working just as hard on herself. 

A few seconds later, my balls convulsed and I spurted 
my cum down her throat. As she usually did, she kept 
sucking and pumping my cock with her fist until it was 
all out and my dick began to deflate. But this time, 
shortly after I came, she let out a quiet squeak 
through her nose and shuddered between my knees. Then 
her other hand reappeared, and she used it to caress my 
balls. 

She pulled back, giving my cockhead one last kiss. She 
giggled. 

"Mmm. That was fun." 

"Yeah. I saw you helping yourself along there too." 

She grinned. 

"I get so turned on when I suck you. Do you mind?" 

"No." 

She leaned against me, folding her arms over my lap and 
laying her head on top. 

"I guess I'm single now. But that's okay. Randy better 
not start any more shit at school." 

"You two are seniors?" 

"Yeah." 

"I've never asked this, but how old are you?" 

"Seventeen. I'll be eighteen in about a month, though. 
That's not a problem, is it?" 

"No. A little late to be worrying about that anyway." 

She giggled again. 

"Yep." 


CHAPTER SIX 
-----------

Feeling like this was a sort of special occasion, I 
spent a few hours on Saturday cleaning up the house and 
the bedroom. I restocked my supply of beer for the 
girls and got them some munchies to go with it. Then I 
wrote two checks for $500 and put them into separate 
envelopes. 

Marianne's credit card arrived in the mail that 
afternoon. Clearly VISA didn't want to risk losing any 
of her business. I saved the paperwork and slipped the 
card into Marianne's envelope. 

Marianne and Ashley showed up around eight. Ashley was 
about Marianne's height, but slimmer and more athletic-
looking. She had long straight red hair and blue eyes. 
As Marianne had said, Ashley was quite cute but not as 
hot as she was. She appeared nervous, but excited at 
the same time. 

"Hi." 

"Hey." 

Marianne gave me a quick kiss. 

"This is Ashley." 

"Nice to meet you." 

"You too." 

I noticed as Ashley spoke that she had a silver stud 
through her tongue. 

"Come on in." 

The two of them followed me into the kitchen and I gave 
them both a beer. Marianne sat on a barstool and dug 
into the bowl of tortilla chips I had sitting out. 

"This is a pretty nice house," Ashley said. 

"Thanks." 

Ashley wore just jeans and pale green T-shirt. She had 
a bra on under her top, but it did nothing to hide the 
hard little nipples that were trying to come through 
it. 

"So what do you want to do?" Marianne asked. 

"Let's just get comfortable first." 

"Marianne told me about Randy coming over," Ashley 
said. "That was pretty fucking lame." 

"Teenage boys are not the most mature creatures on the 
planet." 

Both of them laughed. 

"That's the fucking truth," she said. 

"I talked to Giselle this morning," Marianne said. 

"Who?" 

"The virgin." 

"Oh." 

"She claims to still have her cherry. I pitched the 
idea to her. She was totally freaked until I told her 
about the money. Now she says she'll think about it." 

"Seriously?" 

"Yeah. But I told her a thousand. That was okay, wasn't 
it?" 

"Yes." 

"Phat. Do you want to go upstairs? I'm so fucking horny 
I can't sit here much longer." 

Ashley and I both laughed, and I motioned to the 
stairs. Marianne hopped up and led the way, taking both 
our hands. When we got to the bedroom, she shut the 
door and pushed me down on the bed. Then she stood at 
the end next to Ashley, smiling at me. 

"Since I know why you wanted this, we'll start out by 
ourselves. You can watch as long as you want." 

I leaned back against the headboard and slipped off my 
shirt and slacks. The girls waited until I was ready 
before turning to each other. They came together in a 
soft kiss, resting their hands on each other's waists. 
Ashley seemed to be taking the lead, frenching Marianne 
slowly. She reached up to cup Marianne's big tits, 
tweaking the nipples through the fabric of her top. 

Marianne began pulling Ashley's T-shirt out of her 
jeans, and Ashley did likewise with Marianne. Soon they 
were both down to their bras. Ashley kept going, 
reaching around to free Marianne's tits. They hardly 
sagged at all coming free from their restraint, and 
Ashley pushed them around, pinching the nipples between 
thumb and forefinger. 

Marianne removed Ashley's bra, exposing her breasts. 
Ashley was far smaller than Marianne, but not flat-
chested either. Her tits were little champagne-glass 
cones with pale pink nipples sticking straight out from 
her chest. Marianne put a hand on one and explored it 
tentatively. 

Ashley pushed her backwards, getting her to sit on the 
end of the bed. After checking to make sure I could 
see, she lowered herself to nurse Marianne's breasts. 
She teased the nipples at first, then sucked as much in 
as she could get. Marianne's eyes were closed, and deep 
flush of arousal covered her chest. She held Ashley's 
head close but otherwise remained still. 

Ashley sucked on both of Marianne's big breasts until 
she had the nipples standing out in arousal. Then she 
began unbuttoning Marianne's jeans. Marianne took a 
long, nervous breath, and helped her. A few moments 
later, she was lying back naked on the bed. 

Ashley knelt on the floor at Marianne's feet. She 
looked up at me, grinning nervously, and reached out to 
play with Marianne's blonde pussy. She tweaked her clit 
a few times before extending her tongue and leaning 
forward. 

Marianne gasped, tensing up, at Ashley's first lick. 
Ashley wiggled her tongue over her clit, rubbing the 
silver stud back and forth. I reached for Marianne's 
hand, and she squeezed me tightly. Ashley was now 
eating her in earnest, swirling her tongue around 
Marianne's clit. Marianne squeezed my hand again, 
whimpering softly. She seemed torn between nervousness 
at this new experience and the sensations Ashley was 
sending through her body. 

I rolled forward, lying on my side behind Marianne's 
head. I brushed her hair back from her face, looking 
down between her big tits to where Ashley's tongue was 
dipping and fluttering around between her thighs. 
Marianne's breath was coming in ragged drafts, and I 
could see her abdomen quivering. She whimpered again, 
convulsing slightly, and finally reached down to 
Ashley's head. Ashley responded by speeding her attack, 
moving her tongue in a blur over Marianne's clit. 

Marianne began to shudder, then cried out once, twice, 
finally almost screaming as Ashley brought her to 
orgasm. Her back arched, and she grabbed Ashley's head 
in both her hands. Ashley continued licking her 
mercilessly, and Marianne's thighs drummed against her 
ears. Marianne finally pushed her away, throwing 
herself back against the bed and gasping for breath. 

Ashley looked up at me, smiling, and kissed Marianne's 
abdomen a few times. Marianne reached for her, pulling 
her up above her. Ashley crawled up to kiss Marianne, 
and the two girls embraced, moaning and giggling at 
each other. 

Marianne then pushed Ashley off, rolling her on her 
back beside her. Ashley giggled, looking up and back at 
me. Marianne gave me a nervous look and began kissing 
her way down Ashley's body. She paused at Ashley's hard 
little tits, licking and sucking her nipples gently. 
Ashley looked down at her, caressing Marianne's face. 
After a minute or two of this, Marianne descended 
between Ashley's thighs. 

Ashley had bright red pubic hair, trimmed like 
Marianne's, and Marianne spent a moment or two 
examining her, feeling Ashley with her right hand. She 
put her thumb on Ashley's clit, caressing it gently. 
Then, taking a deep breath and looking up at me with a 
nervous grin on her face, she bent to lick at her 
friend. 

She kept it basic, but seemed to have the general idea. 
Ashley closed her eyes and lay still as Marianne ate 
her. I watched Marianne's tongue moving slowly around. 
She glanced up at me again, still grinning in 
embarrassment. But Marianne soon settled down and bent 
to her task more purposefully. Ashley began to moan and 
play with her breasts as Marianne licked steadily away. 
She reached down and put a hand on Marianne's head. 

"Faster," she moaned. "Faster." 

Marianne's tongue immediately sped up, spinning tight 
circles around Ashley's clit. A minute or two of this 
was enough to have Ashley grunting and quivering next 
to me. She started to shake, and a long whine escaped 
her lips. Marianne clearly knew what was happening, and 
licked her friend even more eagerly. Finally, Ashley 
let out a sharp cry and came. 

When Ashley's climax was over, Marianne crawled up 
beside her, giggling. The two girls kissed and fondled 
each other as they looked up at me. 

"What did you think of that?" Marianne asked. 

"Very nice." 

"It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be." 

"How did she do?" 

"Not bad for a first time," Ashley said, grinning, "but 
more practice wouldn't hurt." 

The girls giggled again. 

"What do you want to do now?" Marianne asked. 

"Come here." 

I pulled Marianne up until she was kneeling over 
Ashley's face. Ashley caressed Marianne's tight little 
cheerleading butt as she looked up at us. I climbed 
around behind her head so I could kiss and fondle 
Marianne. Ashley resumed eating her friend's blonde 
pussy as Marianne put her arms around me, kissing me 
eagerly. 

I played with Marianne's big tits as I kissed her, 
squeezing the firm, spongy flesh. She had very 
sensitive nipples, and when I began pinching and 
tweaking them, the combination of that and Ashley's 
attentions seemed too much for her, and she pushed me 
away. 

"Fuck her. I want you to fuck her while she's eating 
me." 

I moved out from in front of them, and Marianne braced 
herself on the headboard. I crawled between Ashley's 
legs, and she spread herself open for me. I positioned 
my thick erection between her ginger-furred pussy lips 
and pushed forward. Ashley grunted as I moved into her, 
reaching down and groping at my arm. 

I noticed Marianne watching me over her shoulder as I 
thrust into her friend. She tried to twist around to 
get a better look. Ashley realized what she was doing 
and pushed her off. 

"Turn around and face him. I can still eat you that 
way." 

Marianne complied in a second, reversing herself and 
leaning forward to grab my shoulders. We held each 
other as I fucked Ashley and Ashley ate Marianne. I 
used one hand to brace myself and the other to play 
with Marianne's pendulous breasts. 

Ashley's pussy was as tight as Marianne's and the long 
wait while I watched the two of them fucking each other 
was enough to weaken my control. Marianne sensed the 
impending crisis and held my head against her shoulder. 
She bent her head around to lick my ear and whisper 
obscenities to me. 

"Fuck her. I want to watch you coming in her. I want to 
feel it." 

I felt her hand come up and begin tweaking my nipple. I 
groaned, fucking Ashley harder, pumping myself into 
her. Whatever I was doing for her, Ashley did not let 
up with her attentions to Marianne. My blonde 
cheerleading fuck-toy was on the verge of orgasm 
herself, biting at my earlobe as she continued to pour 
a stream of perverse filth into my ears. 

But Ashley somehow came first. She let out a shriek, 
bucking herself at my hips, and a moment later I was 
pouring myself into her, filling her belly with long 
shots of cum. Marianne joined us instantly, shuddering 
in my arms and biting my ear painfully. The three of us 
moaned and quivered and climaxed together for several 
seconds before collapsing into a sweaty heap on the 
bed. 

The girls squirmed around until one was on either side 
of me. Marianne sat up and bent to inspect my deflating 
cock. She gave it a few licks and then took it in her 
mouth, sucking off mine and Ashley's orgasmic fluids. I 
let her do it, though I had to grab her head to keep 
her from moving too fast. 

Ashley rolled over and put her head on my chest. 

"That was pretty hot." 

"No shit." 

She looked down and watched her friend sucking my cock. 

"I swear, Marianne is the horniest chick I know." 

"I've noticed." 

"Want to hear a nasty story?" 

"Go ahead." 

"I was there when she lost it. And guess who it was 
with?" 

"Who?" 

"My brother. They did it in our attic while I was 
sitting there watching." 

Marianne looked up at me, smiling around my cock, but 
continued working. 

"You watched your brother have sex?" 

"Yeah, I know, that was pretty perverted, but I was 
really more interested in watching Marianne. I was 
still trying to decide if I was bi back then." 

"How did it happen?" 

"In the summer, two years ago. My brother is a couple 
of years older than me. Marianne got this huge crush on 
him, so we were pretty much following him around and 
bugging him for about a month. My brother is kind of 
dense, but eventually he figured out what she wanted. 
That was the year she got her tits, and I don't think 
he really noticed her until then. So they started 
making out in the attic together. I was there the first 
time, and I didn't want to leave. So after that, I just 
stayed there watching when they started fooling 
around." 

My dick had returned to full erection, and Marianne was 
now sucking eagerly away on it, playing with my balls 
with her free hand. Ashley slid down a little and 
licked at my nipple, rubbing the stud in her tongue 
over me a few times. 

"And he fucked her?" 

"After about a month. Before then he was pretty much 
just playing with her tits. I swear, he would pull her 
top off and suck on her nipples for like half an hour 
sometimes. I don't think he even knew he was getting 
her off doing it, but I could tell. One day, he just 
tried to take her shorts off, and she let him. He 
pulled his dick out a minute later, and then they 
started fucking. Of course, it only lasted about ten 
seconds." 

Marianne lifted off my dick. 

"It was the worst fuck I ever I had. It just took me a 
while to figure that out." 

She stroked my hand with her tight fist as she looked 
up at us. 

"I want you to fuck Ashley in the butt." 

Ashley's eyebrows shot up, and she glanced at me, then 
Marianne, in shock. 

"Come on, I told you about it. It doesn't hurt that 
bad." 

"I don't know." 

"What if I ate you while he was fucking you?" 

A twinkle of interest grew in Ashley's eyes. 

"Just try it." 

"Um. Okay." 

"Phat." She jumped off the bed and ran into the 
bathroom to get the massage oil. She returned a moment 
later and commenced lubricated my erection. Then she 
had Ashley get on her hands and knees and used her 
index finger to lube up Ashley's butt. 

Marianne lay on her back and wriggled up between 
Ashley's thighs. 

"Damn it. I can't see anything this way. Let's try it 
the other direction." 

Ashley rolled over, and Marianne reversed herself until 
they were in a sixty-nine position. Marianne looked up 
at me, grinning, I moved forward and guided my cock 
into Ashley's ass. Ashley had as tight and toned a butt 
as Marianne did, even if she was a bit skinnier. Her 
pubes in back were almost orange, a light fringe around 
her anus. I positioned the head of my cock and slid 
into her. 

Ashley groaned, shuddering, but pushed back at me. I 
could see Marianne beginning to lick up at her I as 
fucked her. Ashley threw her long red hair back over 
her shoulders, arching her back and spreading her 
cheeks to open herself further as I bottomed out. 
Marianne's hands came up to grip Ashley's ass, and 
Ashley reached out to brace herself on the headboard. 

"Fuck! Fuck!" 

"Does it hurt?" 

"Yes. But it feels incredible." 

Marianne was licking eagerly away now, and I slid 
easily in and out of Ashley's bowels. Her sphincter was 
a tight pinching ring around my cock, and her hard 
buttocks dug into my hips with each thrust. I looked 
down to see Marianne fucking Ashley with two fingers as 
I thrust at her, and Ashley began letting out anguished 
whimpers with each breath. 

We had been working on her for only a minute or two 
before Ashley thrashed in orgasm, battering herself 
back at me. I sped my thrusts, and Marianne continued 
eating her without letup. Ashley suddenly let go of the 
headboard and bent down to lick at Marianne below her. 
Marianne let out a gasp, momentarily losing her rhythm, 
but the two girls were soon eating each other 
frantically as I continued to plumb Ashley's butt. 

Ashley came again a minute later, followed by Marianne, 
who gripped my legs tightly, and as Ashley's sphincter 
bit down painfully on my cock, I finally unloaded my 
cum deep into her bowels. 

The girls recovered before I did and commenced cleaning 
themselves, and me, up. We dressed and returned to the 
first floor, where I paid them. I saw Marianne's eyes 
lighting up when she felt the credit card inside the 
envelope, but she said nothing. Then they kissed me 
goodbye and left. 

About five minutes later, my doorbell rang again. It 
was Marianne, alone, and she slid her arms around my 
neck, kissing me deeply for a few seconds and pressing 
her big tits against my chest. 

"You are *so* cool. You are the coolest guy on the 
planet." 

I saw the credit card in her hand, and she waved it 
around a little. 

"I promise I won't go crazy with this. At least not too 
much." 

"You've earned it." 

"Thanks. If you've got anything left, I'd like to show 
you how much I appreciate this." 

I laughed weakly. 

"Tomorrow." 

She grinned. 

"First thing. Expect it." 

She gave me a final wink and a kiss, and left. 


CHAPTER SEVEN 
-------------

As she had promised, Marianne appeared at eight the 
next morning on her way to school and gave me a quick 
blow job before I left for work. I was a little 
concerned at the neighbors noticing her daylight 
arrival and departure, but if anyone did, I couldn't 
tell. 

That night, she called to tell me that her friend 
Giselle, the virgin, had agreed to sell her virginity 
to me for a thousand bucks provided Marianne came with 
her to "chaperone" the event. 

"Is this going to be another three-way?" I asked her. 

"I doubt it." She giggled over the line. "But do you 
want it that way?" 

"We'll see. Don't force anything." 

"This is going to be so hot. I can't wait." 

"You're going to watch?" 

"Giselle insisted. She's pretty nervous about this. But 
I would have wanted to anyway." 

"When?" 

"Tomorrow night. But could I ask you a favor?" 

"Shoot." 

"Could you get us some bud? I think it would help 
loosen her up." 

I laughed. 

"I don't think I've smoked pot since I was your age. 
But I'll see what I can do." 

"Thanks. I've got a bong, but the guy we used to buy 
from got busted, and I'm not sure where to go now." 

I told her not to worry about it, that I knew some 
people I could talk to. I knew my cousin still smoked a 
bowl now and then, and when I called him the next day, 
he agreed to set me up with an ounce of prime Thai 
weed. I picked it up on the way home from work that 
afternoon and went back to set things up for the girls 
that night. 

Marianne and Giselle showed up at eight. Giselle was 
quite a bit taller than Marianne, about five-ten, 
willowy, with a long mane of tawny brown hair. As 
Marianne had described, she had a vaguely European-
model look to her face, with deep green eyes. I shook 
her hand, which was long-boned and fragile. She met my 
gaze only briefly before looking down. 

Marianne got two beers out of the refrigerator and gave 
one to Giselle. 

"Did you get the dope?" 

"Yep." 

"Phat. Where is it?" 

I dug it out of my briefcase and handed it to her. 
Marianne opened the baggy and sniffed. 

"Mmm. This is good stuff." 

She pulled her bong out of her purse and went to the 
sink to fill it up. I glanced at Giselle, who hadn't 
said a word since we arrived. 

"Are you okay?" 

She nodded but said nothing. I watched as Marianne 
prepared the bong, packing a tight bowl and lighting it 
up. She took a long drag and handed it to Giselle. 

I expected Giselle to display some nervousness about 
this, but instead she took the bong without pausing and 
proceeded to inhale the rest of the load. Marianne 
grinned slightly as my eyebrows rose. She suppressed a 
cough and then exhaled. 

"Giselle's not such a good girl, even if she is a 
virgin." 

Giselle smiled at me for the first time, still holding 
onto her drag. Her eyelids drooped a little, and she 
finally exhaled. Marianne packed another load for me, 
then took a swig of her beer. 

I hadn't used one of these things since college, but 
they hadn't appeared to have changed much since then. I 
took a slow drag and immediately coughed most of it 
out. Marianne rubbed my back. 

"Are you all right?" 

"It's just been a while. Give me a minute." 

I gave it another try and then handed the bong to 
Marianne. She took a drag and gave it to Giselle, who 
finished it off again. 

Marianne gulped down a few more swallows of beer, then 
noticed the envelope on the counter. She picked it up 
and peeked inside. 

"Is this for us?" 

I nodded. She handed it to Giselle, who slipped into 
her purse without opening it. 

"Thanks." 

"No problem," I said. 

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me, okay? 
I was kind of thinking about something like this 
anyway, losing it to an older guy instead of somebody 
my age. But this money could make the difference 
between going to college next year and working at 
McDonald's." 

"I understand. Don't worry about it. You can consider 
it a contribution to your college fund if you want." 

She nodded, and I noticed Marianne grinning at both of 
us. I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair, 
and she leaned against me, still smiling. 

In a few minutes, the three of us were thoroughly 
ripped. I sat down in the den, and Marianne lay across 
my lap and put my hand on her tits. She was wearing 
another short baby-tee to showcase her chest, and I 
played idly with her nipples as Giselle watched us from 
the other end of the couch. Marianne stroked Giselle's 
smooth thigh with her toes, which I noticed were 
adorned with a couple of silver rings. 

Giselle suddenly sat up and pulled her top over her 
head. She had been wearing a black spaghetti-strap bra 
top, and she proved to have nothing under it. She 
crawled up next to me and leaned in to kiss me. 

I slipped my tongue in her mouth as her arms slid 
around my neck. I reached up to feel her hard little 
tits, and a moment later I felt Marianne reaching up to 
tweak one of Giselle's nipples. But after a few 
moments, Marianne moved out of the way to let Giselle 
straddle me. She sat next to us and just watched. 

Giselle just kissed me and let me play with her. When I 
had my fill of her tits (I was too enamoured of 
Marianne's ample endowments to be much satisfied with 
Giselle's little boobs, however nicely shaped they 
might have been), I moved down to caress her long legs. 
I stroked her thighs for a minute before reaching under 
her skirt. I slid my fingers up to her butt, and 
thereupon discovered that she had no panties on either. 

She pulled back from kissing me and bit my lip gently. 

"I never wear panties." 

"Even during games? When you're doing cheers?" 

She smiled. 

"Well, except for then." 

"I dare you to go commando at the game next weekend," 
Marianne said. 

Giselle licked her lips and looked at her friend for a 
second or two. 

"I will if you will." 

Marianne stroked my leg with her toes. 

"Only if Steve comes to watch us." 

They both looked at me expectantly. 

"You're talking about cheerleading with nothing on 
under your skirts?" 

Marianne grinned at me. 

"Uh-huh." 

"That's something I'd sure like to see." 

"Then we'll do it. Maybe I can talk the rest of them 
into doing it too." 

"There's no way in hell Melinda or Anne will do 
something like that," Giselle said. 

Marianne grinned evilly. 

"I bet I can find a way to convince them." 

"How many girls are on the squad?" 

"Eight. You've met, and fucked, about half of us now. 
I'm going to do my best to get the rest of them over 
here." 

Before I could digest this information, Giselle went 
back to kissing me, and I decided the issue could wait 
until later. I pushed her skirt up to her waist, 
rendering her effectively nude. Marianne leaned over to 
help her out of it, leaving me with a naked virgin on 
my lap. 

I had a good buzz going, so I was content to just play 
with her and explore for a while. Though Giselle was on 
the thin side, like Marianne she was tight and toned 
from all their cheerleading. She made me suck on her 
nipples for a few minutes, then went back to kissing 
me. 

As Giselle sucked on my tongue, I explored between her 
neatly trimmed labes. She was almost dripping into my 
lap, and when I slipped the tip of my finger into her, 
I discovered that her cherry was indeed still intact. I 
probed gently against it, causing Giselle to squirm in 
my grip. 

"Do you think it will hurt?" 

"Not too much." 

I withdrew my finger and rubbed the edge of it against 
her clit. She responded by kissing me even more 
vigorously, arms tight around my head. I diddled her 
like that for a few minutes, and she soon had my face 
pressed against her shoulder as she gasped and 
whimpered. All of a sudden, her hands clamped down on 
my shoulders. She let out a soft cry and shook in 
orgasm, squirting even more wetness into my hand. I 
kept playing with her, and she came again after another 
minute or so. Then she pushed herself back, pressing 
her forehead, damp with sweat, against my face. 

"I'm ready," she gasped. "I want you to fuck me." 

"Okay. But not here." 

I stood up, still holding her in my arms, and carried 
her to the bedroom. Marianne followed, loosing her 
clothes in the process. I laid Giselle on the bed, 
stripped out of my clothes myself, and lay down next to 
her. Marianne lay down on the other side of her to 
watch. 

I kissed and caressed Giselle for about a minute as she 
tentatively explored my erection with her hand. Then 
she rolled on her back, pulling at me, and I climbed 
between her thighs. Marianne sat up, peering in to get 
a good look at what I was about to do. 

Giselle lay perfectly still, legs spread, as I aimed 
myself into her. I poked the head of my cock between 
her lips, meeting her hymen and pushing gently against 
it. It resisted for longer than I expected (but then, 
it must have been tougher than usual to survive routine 
splits and all that jumping around), but then I broke 
through it a second later. Giselle squeaked and dug her 
nails into my waist as I slipped into her. 

"Okay?" 

She nodded, eyes closed. 

"I saw it pop," Marianne said, grinning at me. 

Giselle tried to spread herself wider as I moved in, 
but even then, this was tightest pussy I had ever 
fucked. It almost hurt, and I was secretly glad that 
Marianne had not warmed me up with oral sex as she 
usually did, because I would have probably come 
immediately. Both of us moaned as I bottomed out, and 
Giselle embraced me tightly. 

"Make me come," she whispered into my ear. "Will you 
make me come?" 

I tried to nod, and withdrew slowly. I had to 
concentrate on what I was doing, because her pussy was 
so delicious that I didn't think this would last too 
long. I took it easily at first, and the crisis soon 
appeared to pass. I had enough experience at my age to 
recognize her triggers and movements, and I stayed 
deeply inside her, grinding myself against her clit. 
She writhed under me, moaning, arms and legs sliding up 
and down my body. I glanced over at Marianne, who was 
watching us eagerly. She reached out and caressed my 
butt briefly. 

I turned back to Giselle and increased the tempo, 
watching the flush of impending orgasm spread across 
her chest. Her nipples stood straight out from her 
breasts like little fence posts, and I bent to nibble 
on them as I fucked her. She started to whimper, 
rolling her hips faster and faster under me, urging me 
on. 

I pumped her vise-like teen twat in a steady rhythm, 
and a few seconds later, her back arched, she spiked 
herself up at me, and she let out a shriek as she came. 
Her cunt bit down on my cock so hard that spots 
appeared before my eyes. She appeared locked in the 
grip of a massive seizure, and my control evaporated. I 
pounded her madly, barely able to move in her tight 
grip, and as another orgasm wracked her body, I drove 
in as far as I could go and came like a fire hose. 

We continued grunting and thrusting at each other for a 
good minute before I fell back onto her. I rolled off 
as soon as I was able so as not to suffocate her. She 
lay where I left her, still gasping for breath. 
Marianne snuggled against me, putting her head on my 
chest. 

"I hope you have some left for me." 

"Give me a few minutes," I gasped. 

As I expected, her head drifted down my abdomen, and 
she was soon sucking my cock, damp with Giselle's 
spendings and virginal blood. I was still buzzed from 
the pot we'd smoked earlier, so I closed my eyes and 
just wallowed in the sensations. I didn't move until I 
felt Giselle trying to move under my arm a minute or 
two later. I let her, and she pressed closely against 
me, nuzzling my neck. 

"You fuck like a god," she moaned softly. 

I didn't know what to say to that, so I just held her. 
She kissed my neck a few times. 

"Do you want some more weed?" 

"Help yourself." 

She climbed out of bed and went downstairs, still 
naked. She returned a minute later with the bong and 
the bag of marijuana. I watched her lithe, lanky frame 
moving gracefully across the room, deciding that she 
was certainly very hot in her own way, even if I 
preferred Marianne. Giselle sat cross-legged on the bed 
next to us and packed another load, watching as 
Marianne continued to suck on my aching erection. 

Giselle took a drag and handed me the bong. I took a 
hit, holding it in more easily this time, and held it 
out to Marianne. She finished the load, and then took 
me back in her mouth without exhaling. She held me 
between her lips, and I could feel the acrid smoke 
biting at the head of my cock. Marianne let it drift 
out the corners of her mouth, and I watched it curling 
around her face and my balls. 

I closed my eyes again and lay back, letting Marianne 
and the dope do their work. I reached out to Giselle, 
caressing her thighs. She squeezed my hand once but 
remained still. 

Marianne finally relented with the blow job and climbed 
up to straddle me. I felt her take my cock in her hand, 
and a moment later, I was sinking into her tight, wet 
pussy. 

I let her ride me as she wanted to, and she bounced 
herself to couple of orgasms within a few minutes. Then 
she stretched herself out on top of me, and I felt her 
lips pressing against mine. Her tongue slipped into my 
mouth, and I returned the kiss. 

"Not passing out on me, are you?" 

"No. I'm just lying here enjoying this." 

I opened my eyes, looking up at her. Her long blonde 
hair had fallen down around our faces in a shroud. I 
kissed her nose and stared into her blue eyes. 

"Where should I come?" 

"In me," she whispered. "I went and got one of those 
shots. I'm safe for a few months." 

"Mmm." 

I had a sudden idea. 

"Can you do the splits?" 

Her eyebrows creased in amusement. 

"Sure. Why?" 

"Think you could do them now?" 

"On you? While we're fucking?" 

"Think you can?" 

She laughed. 

"I'll try." 

She sat back, and Giselle moved out of the way. 
Marianne stood up on the bed above me, leaning forward 
to balance herself on the headboard. Then she dropped 
slowly down, spreading her legs straight out. I held my 
erection up, and she worked herself awkwardly down onto 
me again. 

She giggled. 

"This feels *so* weird." 

"You should see how it looks," Giselle said. 

Even though she was stretched completely open, she was 
still quite tight around me. I held her hips and helped 
her move back and forth. She got into a rhythm fairly 
quickly, rolling her hips up and down. 

"Do you like it? Does it feel different?" 

I nodded, needing to come after being up for so long. 
Marianne rocked herself eagerly above me, and I held 
her little cheerleader butt in my hands. In a minute or 
two, she brought me to the brink, and I squirted off in 
her tight teen twat. 

We smoked another bong load after that to unwind, and 
the girls left about ten. I lay in bed savoring the 
buzz and wondering what Marianne was going to do for me 
next. 


CHAPTER EIGHT 
-------------

Marianne had been coming over to my place just about 
every afternoon, so I finally gave her a key so she 
could let herself in after school. Thursday afternoon, 
I came home to find her sunning herself by the pool 
wearing nothing but a dental floss thong. Her top was 
on the cement beside her, and her bong sat next to a 
beer on the table by her sun bed. She lay on her back, 
her big tits growing red in the sun. 

She smiled as I approached, and I bent to kiss her, 
tasting the pot on her breath. 

"Hi, babe." 

"Hey. Not getting cold out here?" 

"No, it's nice. Why don't you come out?" 

I went inside and changed into swim trunks. Marianne 
was where I had left her, and I pulled a sun bed up 
beside her. She sat up and began packing another bong 
load, which she lit and handed to me. I took a brief 
hit and gave it back to her. 

"I feel like I'm in college again." 

"Did you smoke a lot of pot back then?" 

"Some. Not that much. It's just this combination of 
dope and non-stop sex that makes me feel that way." 

She giggled, already buzzed. 

"Not complaining, are you?" 

"Nope. Just an observation." 

"I think Giselle wants to come back over. Ashley, too." 

"Giselle isn't expecting another thousand bucks, is 
she?" 

"No, she understands. I really think she's more 
interested in the sex anyway. Was she a good fuck?" 

"For a virgin, yeah." 

Marianne took a swig of her beer and lay back on the 
sun bed. 

"I was thinking." 

"About what?" 

"I've got another virgin for you, if you want her. But 
this might not be your thing." 

"Another cheerleader?" 

"Well yes, she is. But not on my squad." 

"Who is she?" 

She grinned at me nervously. 

"My sister." 

My eyebrows went up. 

"Your sister?" 

"Yeah. She's, um, she's fifteen, but she's definitely 
blooming early. I probably catch her jerking off about 
once a week. I think she's going to lose it one way or 
another pretty soon anyway, so why not with you?" 

"And she's a cheerleader?" 

"On the J.V. squad." 

I thought about it for a moment. 

"What's she like?" 

"A lot like me. Blonde, big boobs, and all. She's not 
as big as me yet, but I think she'll get there 
eventually. She can be kind of bratty sometimes, but 
she's not bad once you get to know her." 

"I'll think about it. What would you tell her about the 
money?" 

She pursed her lips. 

"Hmm. I suppose I could just tell her you were helping 
me out with college or something, and I would be 
sharing it with her." 

"You know, I've never stopped to wonder what your folks 
are thinking about all this." 

Marianne shrugged. 

"I'm in and out of the house all the time anyway. I 
think they just assume I'm going over to one of my 
friends." 

She rolled on her side, smiling at me, and I watched as 
her big tits hung down on top of each other. I reached 
out and tweaked a nipple gently. Her eyelids drooped, 
and I could tell she was getting seriously ripped. 

"What?" 

"Wanna fuck?" 

"Out here?" 

"Why not? Nobody to see us." 

I crawled over on top of her, and she took my waist in 
her hands. I bent to kiss her deeply, and she 
immediately began digging into my swim trunks. She 
found my cock and commenced stroking it. 

I slid down, kissing and sucking on her neck. She 
tasted of sweat and pot and suntan oil, and she cradled 
my head in her hands as I reached her breasts. I sucked 
on her nipples alternately, slapping those big mounds 
of flesh around, feeling the weight. She giggled as I 
did it, then reached down to slide off her thong. I 
moved further down, dragging my tongue across her 
abdomen, until I was down between her thighs with my 
face in her blonde pussy. 

She laid her legs over my shoulder as I began to eat 
her, digging her nails in to my hair. I lapped at her 
rapidly, drinking up her musky scent. She groaned when 
I stuck my tongue inside her, wiggling it around. I 
fucked her with it, using a free hand to diddle her 
clit. 

She pushed me off before I brought her to orgasm. 

"Come on. Come here." 

She pulled me to her, jerking down my shorts to free my 
erection. It disappeared into her mouth in an instant, 
and I held her head as she bobbed up and down rapidly. 
She gripped my butt cheeks in her hands, urging me to 
fuck her mouth. I thrust at her, sliding back and forth 
between her lips as she massaged me with her tongue. 
Then she withdrew, stroking me eagerly with her hand. 

"Are you ready? Do you want to fuck me?" 

"God, yes." 

"Come on, then." 

She lay back on the sunbed, and as I lowered myself on 
to her, she pulled up her legs to her shoulders, almost 
folding herself in half. 

"Like this. Make me do the splits on you again." 

She was ready enough and oily enough from the suntan 
oil that I slipped into her almost before I knew it. 
She groaned, pulling me closer, and I buried myself 
into her tight teenage pussy. I had to hold her butt in 
my hands to keep this position stable, and I felt all 
her firm cheerleading muscles pressed against my chest. 

She couldn't move much like this, so I began pumping 
her eagerly, bottoming out each time. She grunted with 
each thrust, teeth grinding against each other. 

"Come on. Fuck me! Harder!" 

I tried to oblige, almost pounding her ass now, and she 
began to shudder and thrash under me. She came with a 
shriek, arms and legs flailing around me, but I didn't 
slow down. I closed my eyes, thinking only of that wet 
teen twat gripping my cock with each thrust. Marianne 
came again, and her legs slipped free from my 
shoulders. She somehow kept herself spread widely for 
me, and I drove myself into her in a frenzy. Finally, 
as my thrusts knocked the rear legs of her sun bed back 
into the grass of my lawn, I erupted inside her, 
convulsing with each shot of cum. Marianne collapsed 
onto the sun bed under us, and I fell onto her firm 
teenage body. 

"Fuck. Fuck," she gasped. 

"Yeah." 

She giggled. 

"That hurt." 

"Sorry." 

She put her arms around me. 

"It's okay. I love it." 

I climbed off of her after a minute and jumped into the 
pool to cool off. Marianne followed me a moment later, 
and swam up to where I was leaning against the side 
wall. She put her arms around my waist and pressed her 
tits against my chest. I bent down and kissed her. 

"Steve?" 

"Hmm." 

"I know we've never really talked about this... but 
what exactly do we have here? It's not just sex, is 
it?" 

"It's not to me." 

"Okay. I mean, I feel a little weird calling you my 
boyfriend, but I guess you kind of are. Right?" 

"Yes. I've certainly been thinking of you as my 
girlfriend these last couple of weeks." 

"Even with all the money?" 

"I'm paying these other girls for sex. With you, I'm 
just doing it because I like you." 

She smiled and pressed closer to me. 

"I like you, too." 

"But you don't care about my screwing your friends?" 

"No. I know that's weird, but I don't. I guess it's 
just more fun to share." 

"Yeah." 

"So, anyway. About my sister. Are you interested?" 

"I'll think about it." 

"Okay. I'll see what I can do to warm her up to it. 
Just let me know." 

She lifted up on her toes to kiss me again. 

"Let's go inside." 

We climbed out of the pool and dried off, then went up 
to the bedroom. I lay down and Marianne lay beside me, 
putting her arm on my chest and setting her chin on top 
of it. We lay together quietly, holding each other, for 
about ten minutes before Marianne began snuggling and 
kissing me again. 

After a minute or two, she rose up on my chest and 
pushed her breasts into my face. I pulled a nipple into 
my mouth and sucked on it gently, stroking the end with 
my tongue. When it was suitably stiff and erect, 
Marianne replaced it with her other tit, to which I 
gave equal attention. 

She came up on her hands and knees above me, and swung 
her breasts back and forth over my mouth until both 
nipples were red and swollen. Then she was climbing up 
further and presenting her blonde pussy to my mouth. 

I licked her eagerly, lapping up her sweet fluids. She 
was still wet from the pool, and I could taste the 
chlorine in her pubes. 

"Steve," she moaned. 

"Hmm?" 

"Would you ever want me to shave?" 

I had to push her off my tongue to answer her. 

"No. Keep it like this. Blonde pussies should never be 
shaved." 

She giggled, settling back down on my mouth. I took her 
firm butt in my hands and pulled her closer, holding 
her tight against my tongue. She rolled her hips back 
and forth slowly as I ate her, and I moved the tip of 
my tongue around and around her clit for several 
minutes. Her abdomen began to heave and twitch as she 
braced herself against the wall. 

Soft whimpers escaped her lips as she neared orgasm. I 
sped my attack, keeping her close to my mouth. A deep, 
convulsive shiver began in her stomach, and a moment 
later she was thrashing violently against my grip as 
she came. I held on to her, continuing to pummel her 
clit with my tongue, until she let out a shriek and 
threw herself to the side. 

She lay there, shaking and gasping for breath, for at 
least a minute. Then she slid across my body and took 
my cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked easily for 
a minute or two. When I was erect again, she withdrew, 
stroking it with her hand. 

"I thought guys liked shaved pussies." 

"On some women, it looks good. But as far as I'm 
concerned, there are too few blonde and red-haired 
pussies in the world to shave any of them." 

That remark sent Marianne into hysterical convulsions 
of laughter, and it was a minute or two before she 
could recover enough to respond. 

"Do you know how stupid that sounds? What difference 
does it make what color my pubic hair is?" 

"I don't know. It just does." 

She giggled again. 

"Well, I'm glad you like it then." 

She went back to sucking me off, and though she got me 
to come in her mouth a few minutes later, she continued 
giggling throughout the entire effort. 


CHAPTER NINE 
------------

Marianne called me at work just before four o'clock the 
next day. 

"You are not going to believe this." 

"What's up?" 

"I told you how horny my sister is, right? I did get 
that across to you clearly enough?" 

"Yeah." 

"Well, as it turns out, she didn't need any warming up 
to the idea. She jumped at it before I even finished my 
explanation." 

I heard something moving around in the background and 
Marianne covering the mouthpiece with her hand. I 
thought I could hear her saying something like "Jeez, 
chill a second, will you?" Then she came back on the 
line. 

"Sorry." 

"Is she there?" 

"Yes. She's sitting right next to me. She made me call 
you. She wants to do this like two hours ago." 

"This afternoon?" 

"Yeah. Is that a problem? We could just meet you at 
your place when you get home." 

"Could you get rid of her a second?" 

"Yeah, sure, hold on." 

I heard the two of them arguing in the background, and 
Marianne came back a few seconds later. 

"Okay, she's gone." 

"What exactly did you tell her?" 

She laughed. 

"Hardly anything. I got her started talking about sex 
and what she was thinking about when she would lose it, 
and she's like 'I want it so bad,' and all except there 
isn't anybody she wants to do it with that she's really 
friends with. She knows about you, sort of, that I 
broke up with Randy and that we're seeing each other. 
She doesn't know about any of the rest of it. 

"Anyway, she just goes, 'You're so fucking lucky,' and 
I say, 'I bet Steve would do it with you if you 
wanted.' I expected her to freak, you know, and I had 
this long speech prepared about how we have a really 
understanding relationship and I wouldn't mind since it 
was her, but instead she just grabs my arm really hard 
and goes, 'Really?!' Then she made me call you so we 
could do it now." 

"What is she expecting?" 

She laughed again. 

"What do you think? She wants you to fuck her brains 
out." 

I had to laugh myself. 

"Okay. I should be home around six." 

"Cool. We'll be waiting." 

I picked up a six-pack of beer on the way home and 
returned to find the two of them sharing a bong load by 
the pool. Both were in bathing suits, Marianne in her 
dental floss bikini and her sister in something only 
slightly more modest. Marianne got up and gave me a 
kiss. 

"This is Hayley." 

"Hi." 

She got up, smiling at me eagerly, and shook my hand. 
Hayley resembled her sister quite a bit, though she was 
shorter and younger-looking. Her blonde hair was not as 
long as Marianne's, and her tits, though entirely 
delicious, were at best about to leave the C-cup world 
behind. 

"You've got a really nice place." 

"Thanks." 

"Can we go do it now?" 

Marianne and I both burst out laughing. 

"Let me unwind a little." Hayley had a hurt look in her 
eyes, so I rubbed her head affectionately. "Just be 
patient." 

"Okay. Sorry. I'm just really excited about this." 

Marianne reached for the bong and handed it to her. 

"Have another hit. Relax already." 

I went upstairs to change out of my suit, and I came 
back down to find the two of them sitting in the 
kitchen in the barstools along the counter. I opened a 
beer for myself and spent a moment admiring these two 
gorgeous bikini-clad blondes. Hayley, being fifteen, 
was more cute than beautiful, but she was still very 
attractive. Marianne finished packing a load into her 
bong, then lit up and handed it over. I took a drag, 
and Hayley took it from me. She appeared to be getting 
quite a buzz already. 

She giggled. 

"This is only making me hornier." 

Marianne slid off her barstool. 

"Let's go upstairs." 

The three of us went up to the bedroom, and I watched 
as the two girls slipped out of their bikinis. Hayley's 
blonde twat was trimmed like Marianne's, but her 
breasts were not as round and full. If anything, they 
appeared even firmer than her sister's were, and her 
nipples stood out like cherries on an ice cream sundae. 

She walked up to me, a glint of nervousness in her 
eyes. I put one hand on her shoulder and brushed the 
other one through her hair. She bent her head back, 
waiting for me to kiss her. I did, slowly, and she 
leaned against me. I felt the sharp points of her 
breasts pressing against my chest. Her arms went around 
my neck, and I reached up to fondle her. 

Like Marianne's, Hayley's tits were firm and springy, 
holding their shape no matter how much I played with 
them. She began to giggle when I tweaked her nipples, 
twisting them between thumb and forefinger, but let me 
do it. 

I looked up to see Marianne on the bed, watching us. 
Hayley turned around to grin at her sister, then 
dropped to her knees in front of me. Marianne smiled at 
me evilly as Hayley kissed the head of my cock. 

"I told her about everything you like." 

I was about to answer her, but at that point Hayley 
took most of my cock into her mouth. Her nervousness 
seemed to have evaporated, and she bobbed eagerly on my 
dick. I held her head in my hands, marveling at how 
much she felt like Marianne. She kept it up, sucking 
and massaging me with her tongue, until I had to pull 
her off. 

She stood up and went straight to the bed, lying down 
to wait for me. 
Marianne lay there with an amused grin on her face. 

I crawled on top of Hayley, kissing her deeply. She put 
her arms around me and pressed her hard teenage body 
against mine. The firm pressure of her breasts reminded 
me of those luscious endowments, and I slid down to 
take a nipple in my mouth. She started giggling again 
as I sucked back and forth on her wonderful tits. I 
felt between her legs, finding her quite wet and ready. 
I found her virginity a moment later, and she squirmed 
under me as I tweaked her clit. 

Wanting to warm her up as much as possible, I descended 
further and began licking her cute little blonde pussy. 
She hadn't been kidding about being turned on, and she 
was coming within a minute. Unlike her sister, she 
didn't make much noise--she just squeezed my hands and 
shivered as she came. Only at the end, when the 
intensity of it forced her to push me away, did she let 
out a tiny squeak. 

I looked up to see Marianne caressing Hayley's face and 
smiling at me. 

"What are we going to use? I still don't have any 
rubbers." 

"She's on the pill. She has been for six months." 

"And you're not?" 

"They were weirding me out. I went off it last year." 

Hayley reached for me, pulling me back up on top of 
her. She kissed me deeply, spreading her legs as I 
maneuvered into position. As wet as she was, I slipped 
between her lips very easily, and as soon as I met her 
hymen, it surrendered to my invasion. She moaned, 
arching her back, as I moved into her. She was as tight 
as Giselle had been, a hot fleshy fist around my cock, 
and she writhed against me like a cat. At Marianne's 
direction, she pulled up her legs to my side, allowing 
me to bottom out and press against her cervix. She 
whimpered and dug her nails into my back. 

Marianne giggled. 

"Pretty nice, huh?" 

Hayley nodded, holding me tightly, and I began to move 
slowly within her. She matched my movements, rolling 
her hips with each of my thrusts. I lifted up from her 
chest, regarding her luscious little fifteen-year-old 
body. Her tits stuck straight up at me, and I couldn't 
resist bending down to suck on them as I fucked her. 
Between that and grinding myself expertly against her 
clit, I had her in orgasm within a minute or two. 
Again, she made scarcely a sound, only quaking and 
shivering under me and squeezing my cock tightly with 
her teenage cunt. 

I withdrew and rolled her on her stomach, stabbing 
between her hard cheerleader buttocks from behind. She 
moaned into the pillow, butting herself eagerly back at 
me. I reached under her to grip her tits with one hand 
and her wet blonde twat with the other. I felt myself 
as I fucked her, fitting my fingers around her lips and 
clit. I rubbed her briskly as I thrust into her, and 
she was shuddering in orgasm again within a minute or 
two. 

I let her rest, and she rolled on her back again, 
opening herself to me. I slipped back into her tight 
pussy, and she bent up to bite at my ear. 

"Come in me now, you can come in me now." 

I sped my thrusts, making her whimper and clutch at me. 
I glanced at Marianne again, seeing her lying there 
smiling at us. Hayley held tightly on to me as I fucked 
her rapidly, and as I felt my cum finally beginning to 
rise, she shivered into a third climax. The spasms of 
her delicious teen pussy were enough to get me off, and 
I spurted my cum as deeply into her as I could get. 

I rolled off her, next to Marianne, and tried to catch 
my breath. Marianne sat up to look at us, grinning. 

"That was pretty hot." 

I nodded. I expected Marianne to begin her usual post-
fuck blow job routine, and she did not disappoint. She 
sucked my cum and her sister's spendings off me, and 
soon had me erect again. Hayley rolled onto my shoulder 
to watch, and I ran my fingers through her hair. She 
snuggled against me, making contended little noises. 

"Thanks." 

"No problem." 

"That was really good. I hope I was okay." 

"You were great." 

Marianne rose up from my erection, stroking it rapidly 
with her fist. 

"Your turn?" I asked. 

"No. I want you to fuck her again." 

Hayley sat up, brushing her hair around her head. 

"I'd like to do it again, but could we maybe try 
something different?" 

"Like what?" Marianne asked. 

"I don't know. What do you guys like to do?" 

Marianne grinned. 

"He fucks me in the ass sometimes." 

Hayley's eyes swelled. 

"No shit? Doesn't that hurt?" 

"It does, but it feels good, too. Wanna try it?" 

Hayley looked at me with concern. 

"Um." 

I caressed her back. 

"We can do something else." 

"He likes bj's," Marianne said. "You could do that if 
you want." 

That seemed to pique her interest. 

"Okay." 

Hayley lay down beside me, opposite her sister. 

"Just do it like I showed you. It's not that hard." 

Marianne withdrew a little, and Hayley took her place. 
She took me into her mouth and began to bob slowly. 
Marianne kept her hand on the base of my cock, stroking 
the shaft as Hayley sucked. They worked on me together 
for a few minutes, Hayley milking the head with her 
lips and tongue, Marianne stroking the rest with her 
fist. I played with both of them, caressing buttocks 
and breasts gently, watching these two blonde sisters 
trying to get me off. A few more minutes of eager 
sucking were enough to bring me to the brink. 

Marianne knew me well enough to recognize what was 
about to happen. 

"He's about to come. Get ready." 

I felt Hayley tensing up beside me, but she moved her 
mouth even faster over my erection. Although she kept 
her lip-lock on my dick as I began to climax, she let 
out a startled squeak at the first shot of come. 
Marianne used her fist to pump it all into her sister's 
mouth, and Hayley began gulping it down. When Marianne 
was satisfied that I was done about a minute later, she 
sat up. Hayley let go and sat up with her. 

"How was that? Did I do it okay?" 

I nodded, reaching for her and rubbing her thigh. She 
grinned proudly. 

We returned to the backyard a bit later, sharing 
another bong load and cooling off in the pool. I 
expected Marianne to want some attention after letting 
her sister go at me twice, and sure enough, she did. 
She summoned another erection with her mouth, and we 
did it in the jacuzzi with Hayley watching raptly 
beside us. The girls finally went home around eight. 


CHAPTER TEN 
-----------

When I got home on Monday, I came into the house from 
the garage to hear something strange: cheesy mood music 
coming from the stereo, overlaid with moaning and 
grunting. I entered the den to find Marianne watching a 
porn flick she had apparently found in the TV cabinet. 
She rolled her head back on the couch as I came in, 
grinning at me. She was down to T-shirt and panties, 
and her right hand was inside her drawers. On the 
screen, two blonde sluts were attempting to screw Peter 
North to death. 

"Hi." 

"What are you doing, kitten?" 

"What does it look like?" 

"Have I missed anything?" 

"No. I was just warming myself up for you." 

I bent down to kiss her, and she put her arm around my 
neck, sucking on my tongue. Her other hand came out of 
her panties to grope at mine, trying to get me to 
finish the job. 

I broke the kiss, laughing. 

"Whoa, girl." 

"Come on, I'm horny." 

"I just got home." 

She rolled over and came up on her knees to face me. 
She was so gorgeous sitting there looking up at me--big 
tits and hard nipples straining at her top, long blonde 
hair all tousled around her head, big blue eyes 
demanding immediate attention, and the smell of sex 
wafting up from her damp panties--that I almost gave in 
and grabbed her then and there. But I suddenly wanted 
to wait. 

"Babe, are you familiar with the concept of delayed 
gratification?" 

She pouted. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I'm not complaining about all this attention, I'd just 
like to take you on a normal date for once." 

"On a Monday?" 

"Why not?" 

She perked up at this idea. 

"Where?" 

"Wherever you want. Dinner. I'm not in the mood to cook 
anyway." 

She hopped off the couch and got to her feet. She put 
her arms around my waist and pressed her firm teenage 
body against me. 

"Sure you don't want dessert first?" 

"Afterward." 

"Okay. Should I change clothes?" 

"If you feel like it. Nothing fancy." 

She lifted up on her toes and kissed me. 

"Give me a few minutes. I'll be right back." 

She ran out the front door and I went upstairs to 
change into something more casual. Marianne returned 
about fifteen minutes later, having changed into a 
strapless yellow sundress. 

"Is this okay?" 

"Beautiful." 

It was still early, so the sun was only just now 
setting. We climbed into my 230K convertible and drove 
down out of the hills toward the beach. Marianne just 
stretched out in her seat, letting her long hair 
flutter around her. She smiled at me, that smile 
speaking volumes. I looked at her beside me, sun going 
down behind her, and I suddenly thought of something 
that hadn't really occurred to me before now. 

What else did I really want in a woman? 

She was bright, sexy, personable, and clearly crazy 
about me, whatever reasons she might have for being 
attracted to someone old enough to be her father. She 
was young enough that she would stay the way she was 
for quite a while. She had the sort of bone structure 
and healthy glow that had me convinced that she would 
be just as beautiful at forty, even if I might be too 
old then (at 64) to enjoy it as much as I did now. 

She suddenly put her hand over her mouth in surprise. 

"What?" 

"We need to go back." 

"Did you forget something?" 

The surprise turned into a sly grin. 

"Yeah. My panties. Is that a problem?" 

I laughed and rubbed her thigh. 

"You're going to kill me one of these days." 

She hugged my arm. 

"I'm doing my best." 

We got a table at a seafood place on the water, and 
since it was just before seven on a weeknight, we got a 
table by the back window. I ordered a bottle of wine, 
and though the waitress gave Marianne a suspicious 
glance, she said nothing and served us both. 

When the waitress left, Marianne continued to stare 
after her, a crease of distress marring her pretty 
face. 

"What's the matter?" 

"Did you see how she was looking at me?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Like, 'Here's the rich guy and the trophy girlfriend 
who's young enough to be his daughter.'" She frowned. 
"I suddenly feel like such a stereotype." 

I took her hand. 

"Don't let it get it to you. You are who you are." 

She sighed and looked down at the table. 

"Steve... do you think I'm a slut?" 

I started. 

"No. Of course not. Why?" 

"Even after everything we've done?" 

"Having a healthy sex drive doesn't make you a slut. 
'Slut' would be screwing a bunch of other guys behind 
my back." 

"I was just thinking about us at school today. I mean, 
I really like you and I've had a lot of fun with you, 
but here you've done it with my two best friends, my 
sister, and another girl right in front of me. You've 
got admit that that's not entirely normal." 

"You've enjoyed it, haven't you?" 

"Yeah." 

"Does it bother you? Or are you just worried about what 
other people would think?" 

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm not complaining, I mean I 
really have enjoyed all this. I love being with you and 
making you happy." 

"I love being with you, too." 

She smiled. 

"Thanks. I guess mostly I'm worried about what you 
really think of me." 

I squeezed her hand. 

"I think you are a beautiful person, and not just on 
the outside. I have no problems with what we've been 
doing. If you don't either, I don't think anything else 
really matters." 

She smiled again and leaned across the table to kiss 
me, in the process giving me a good look down the front 
of her dress at her big tits. 

"Cool. Because there's something else I wanted to 
remind you about." 

"What?" 

"Remember the dare Giselle and I made? About the game 
this weekend?" 

"Oh. Yeah. About going commando under your cheerleading 
outfits." 

"Right. We've been working on the other girls. Ashley 
and Tiffany are on board, and so are two of the others. 
The last two probably won't do it, and they're freaking 
because the other six of us want to. They're 
threatening to stay home on Friday rather than come out 
alongside us." 

"These were Melinda and..." 

"Anne, right. They're both kind of conservative. But 
frankly, I don't care if they don't do it. I've never 
really liked them much, and they're not that cute 
anyway. You wouldn't be missing anything." 

"What exactly are you planning?" 

She shrugged. 

"We're not really planning anything besides the panty 
thing. But Giselle, Tiffany, and Ashley would like to 
see you again. Tiffany especially. She's gotten kind of 
jealous listening to Ashley and Giselle talk about us." 

"I wouldn't mind seeing her again." 

"So, whatever happens will happen." 

The food came after that, and we ate a slow dinner 
together. Marianne went to the ladies' room after we 
ordered dessert, and she returned just after the 
waitress served it. As she approached the table, I 
noticed significantly more jiggle in her dress than 
there had been before, and I realized she must have 
removed her bra. She caught the look in my eye and 
smiled as she sat down. 

"What are you looking at, young man?" 

"A beautiful girl with a strange aversion to 
underwear." 

She grinned, leaning forward and letting the top of her 
dress fall open. 

"Complaining?" 

"Nope." 

She had ordered some blueberry and chocolate concoction 
for dessert, and after taking a few bites, she dug out 
a big scoop and deliberately let a blob of it fall into 
her cleavage. She smiled at me innocently. 

"Oops." 

"Right." 

She leaned over the table. 

"Could you get it? I can't reach." 

Luckily, the restaurant was not crowded, and the few 
other couples around us were not paying any attention 
to Marianne. I stuck a finger down the top of her dress 
and wiped up the blob of blueberry sauce. She moved 
herself as I did it, making me rub my finger over her 
breast. I held up my finger, and she sucked it into her 
mouth, massaging the tip with her tongue. 

"Mmm." 

"I get the feeling that you're ready to go." 

"In more ways than one." 

I paid the check as quickly as I could, and we returned 
to the car. As soon as we were out of the parking lot, 
Marianne leaned against the passenger side door, 
spreading her legs and pulling up her dress to expose 
her wet blonde pussy. She sucked her middle finger into 
her mouth to moisten it, and then began masturbating 
right in her seat. With the top down, no less. 

She watched my reaction, licking her lips. I reached 
for her, putting my hand on her thigh, put she pushed 
it away. 

"Delayed gratification, remember?" 

"It's been delayed long enough." 

"You think so?" 

"Yeah." 

She stopped playing with herself and leaned across the 
shifter into my lap. She unzipped my slacks and pulled 
my dick out of my boxers. As soon as she had it free, 
she sucked it into her mouth. 

I had had highway blowjobs before, but never in a 
convertible with the top down. At the first stop sign, 
I hit the button to put the top up. Marianne stopped 
her ministrations long enough to scowl up at me. 

"You're no fun." 

"I'd rather not get arrested for public lewdness." 

She returned to blowing me as I drove away from the 
stop sign, and I held her blonde head with one hand as 
she bobbed up and down. She let me slip a hand down the 
top of her dress, and I played with her tits as she 
slurped and kissed the head of my dick. 

We were about halfway home when Marianne sat up. She 
pulled her dress up to her waist and began climbing 
into my lap. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm going to fuck you. What does it look like?" 

She positioned herself as best she could and sat down 
on my dick. I had to keep both hands free and my head 
on her shoulder to keep driving. Marianne just pulled 
me close and rose up and down slowly, nibbling at my 
ear. 

With my attentions thus divided, I could do nothing but 
let Marianne do what she wanted. She was tight and wet 
around me, and she massaged her twat against the base 
of my dick in a steady rhythm. I wanted to play with 
her breasts, but I would have needed three hands to do 
it. 

Realizing she had me trapped until I stopped or we got 
home, she began giggling and moaning into my ear. 

"I'm fucking you, Steve... I have your dick inside me." 
I felt her squeezing me. "I'm so wet... I'm so turned 
on... I'm going to come before we get back... I'm going 
to come any minute." She moaned again, biting my 
earlobe. "I want you to come inside me... I want you to 
shoot your cum in my pussy." 

I groaned, trying to thrust up at her, but it was 
impossible unless I stopped the car, and I wanted to 
get her home as quickly as possible. She humped herself 
at me rapidly, still moaning random obscenities into my 
ear. As I turned the corner into our neighborhood, she 
finally shuddered, let out a squeak, and shook in 
orgasm. She was still gasping and shaking when I pulled 
into the garage. 

I climbed out of the car, carrying her in my arms, but 
we made it only as far as the hallway just inside the 
door. Marianne pulled me down, and I was back inside 
her in a second. She clawed at my butt, and I hammered 
her tight teen pussy until I felt my balls beginning to 
contract in incipient climax. Marianne came again, 
thrashing and clawing at me, as I poured every ounce of 
myself into her. 

We lay gasping on the floor for several minutes. 
Marianne started giggling. 

"God. I was so horny. I can't believe I did that. I 
could have gotten us both killed." 

"It was fun." 

"What if we had gotten stopped? We'd have gotten in so 
much fucking trouble." 

"I know." 

She giggled again, rolling onto my chest. I ran my 
fingers through her long blonde locks, and she smiled 
at me, biting her lip ever so slightly. 

"Steve?" 

"Hmm?" 

She didn't say anything for a few seconds, and I 
watched her eyes filling with emotion. 

"Is it too soon to tell you that I think I'm in love 
with you?" 

I returned her smile. 

"No." 

She giggled contentedly, snuggling against me. I held 
her for quite a while before we climbed the stairs to 
the bedroom and went at it again. 


CHAPTER ELEVEN 
--------------

I awoke with a start in the middle of the night. I 
smelled Marianne beside me and reached for her. 

But she wasn't there. She had gone home just before 
eleven. What I smelled was her sweat and cum and sex on 
the sheets, leavings from where we had made love like 
wild animals after coming home. 

I pulled her pillow to me and held it instead. 

What had I gotten myself into? She was seventeen, for 
Christ's sake, not even out of high school yet. She 
lived with her parents--a father who was scarcely older 
than I was--and her fifteen-year-old sister. I was in 
way too deep for a situation like this. 

And yet, as I was inside her earlier that night, riding 
between her thighs, watching her big tits shaking on 
her chest and her face twisting into a rictus of 
agonized ecstasy underneath me, one thought had speared 
through my mind. A mad thought, an insane and illegal 
and perverted thought, but sincere nonetheless. 
Whatever else this idea might be, it had the ring of 
fundamental truth, the sort of thing that dissolves all 
rationalizations and denials. 

I loved this girl. 

She was it, the one I wanted, the one I had been 
waiting for since I was her age. I wanted to marry her, 
knock her up, fill her with babies. I wanted to run off 
with her and make her mine for good. 

She would be eighteen in a few weeks. That would change 
things substantially, but the fact remained that she 
was still a kid. I had no guarantee that she would not 
wake up one morning and decide that screwing someone 
her father's age was disgusting, and thereafter want 
nothing to do with me. 

Even if she had as much as told me she loved me last 
night. Because love at seventeen was not the same thing 
as love at forty-one. 

I rolled on my back, putting her pillow over my face. 
Whatever was going on, I had to ride it out one way or 
another. 

When I returned home from a day of stewing at work when 
I should have been making money, I saw her out by the 
pool, lying in a sunbed, facing the backyard. I came up 
behind her, bending down to kiss her--and then realized 
that it wasn't Marianne. It was Hayley. 

She looked up in surprise, and then giggled. 

"Go ahead and kiss her," said the voice behind me. "I 
don't care." 

I turned to see Marianne in the pool, pushing her long 
hair back over her head, squeezing the water out. She 
was topless, wearing nothing but a lime green thong. 
Her sister was similarly dressed, or undressed, in 
black bikini bottoms. The top to her suit lay forgotten 
on a beach bag beside her. 

Hayley was still looking up at me with a smile on her 
lips, so I bent down and kissed her freckled little 
nose. Marianne climbed out of the pool and pressed her 
wet body against me. 

"You thought she was me?" 

"Momentarily." 

"That happens a lot. Even our mom does it sometimes." 

She kissed me. 

"Go change and come back out." 

When I returned, the two of them were lying side by 
side in their sunbeds, passing Marianne's bong back and 
forth. Marianne handed it to me as I sat down on the 
end of her chair, and I finished it off. 

Hayley caressed my calf with her toes, smiling at me. 

"Take her inside," Marianne said, grinning. "Wear her 
out so she'll go home." 

"What about you?" 

"I'm going to stay down here. I just feel like taking a 
nap." 

Hayley got up from her chair, taking my hand and 
pulling me into the house. When we got to the bedroom, 
she slipped out of her bikini bottoms and climbed into 
bed. 

"Your sister is very understanding," I said as I 
crawled up next to her. 

"She's pretty cool. We share a lot of stuff. So I guess 
this isn't as weird as it might seem." 

I looked down at her next to me. She was like a 
miniature Marianne, a younger, shorter, less 
experienced version. They didn't look exactly alike, 
but there were enough similarities between the two of 
them to overwhelm the differences. 

She lay still on her back as I played with her, feeling 
her firm tits and smooth stomach. Her pubic hair was 
sparse and thin, still developing. When I bent to kiss 
her, she put her arms around my neck and sucked on my 
tongue. I squeezed her breast in my hand, feeling the 
firmness, comparing her to Marianne in my mind. Hayley 
I could just get into one hand; Marianne was way beyond 
that point. 

Hayley writhed against me as I tweaked her nipples, and 
soon I bent down to suckle her breasts. She held my 
head in her arms as I did it. 

"That feels nice." 

I reached between her thighs, which she spread for me, 
feeling the moisture growing between her lips. 

"Marianne's fucked girls, hasn't she?" 

I stopped, looking up at her. 

"Why?" 

"I'm just asking." 

"Yes. Does that bug you?" 

"I don't know. We've never talked about it, but I could 
tell the other day when Ashley came over. Just 
something weird about the way they were talking. Was 
she one of them?" 

"The only one, as far as I know." 

She stared up at the ceiling. 

"Wow." 

"She says she just did it for me, not because she's 
bisexual." 

"You know what's weird? I was thinking about that this 
morning, and it occurred to me, how would you really 
know? If you were blindfolded or something, and someone 
went down on you, why would it make a diff what sex 
they are? Guys and girls both have tongues." 

"Good point." 

"I'm not saying I want to do it, but it's true, you 
know?" 

Trying not to smile too hard at this sage observation, 
I went back to sucking her nipples and exploring her 
pussy with my fingers. She began to moan and writhe a 
little, and I slid further down until I was between her 
thighs. She pulled her legs up, opening herself to me, 
and I buried myself in her wet folds, making love to 
her with my tongue. 

Her legs kicked and thrashed around me. Her body 
squirmed on the sheets, sliding back and forth as she 
braced herself against the headboard. One hand went to 
her breasts, massaging them roughly, pinching the 
nipples. Her right foot drummed against my back and her 
buttocks kept heaving up at me like she wanted to buck 
me off, but every time I withdrew a little, that hand 
on her tits would shoot down and pull me closer. My 
tongue was spinning all around her, and she fought me 
and her impending orgasm as if she were in pain. 
Finally, she let out a shriek, heaved herself at me, 
thighs battering my ears, and came. 

I stayed between her quivering legs for a few moments 
before sliding up beside her. She kept shaking and 
grasping at me, eyes closed, for nearly a minute. 

"Shit. Shit. That is like... like a hundred, a thousand 
times better that doing it myself." 

"Good." 

"How does Marianne stand it?" 

"She's in good shape." 

She sat up halfway and slithered across my chest, 
finding my erection with her mouth and going to work. 
She gave me only about ten seconds of suction before 
laying back and pulling me onto her. I slipped into her 
easily, grunting at the tightness of her as she tried 
to get me further in, feeling all those smooth 
cheerleading muscles loosening up. She held me as close 
as she could, not letting me withdraw, and as I lifted 
up, she came with me, making a fulcrum out of her pubis 
and forcing me harder against her. I thrust forward, 
making her almost swing under me, grinding downward. 

She clung to me as if she were drowning, one mouth 
sucking at mine for air, the other sucking at my cock 
for something more fundamental. She was tight, too 
tight, almost painful, but she had none of her sister's 
experience. All she could do was pump herself at me, 
begging me to make her come again, not letting me 
withdraw from her more than an inch or two. 

With rough little thrusts, I began to thump against 
her. She squeaked, suddenly sounding even younger than 
her fifteen years, biting at my shoulder. Her second 
climax came suddenly and unexpectedly, a gasp and a 
shudder under me, a clench of her muscles around my 
erection. As she shook in my arms, I lost my grip on 
what little control I had, and I drove into her 
relentlessly. Hayley shrieked and spiked up at me again 
a minute or so later as I felt my balls growing heavier 
and heavier with their imminent payload. Finally, as 
she continued to twitch and quiver in the aftermath of 
her orgasm, I spurted off helplessly inside her pulsing 
flesh. 

When I rolled off her to catch my breath, I saw 
Marianne in the doorway watching us, naked. One index 
finger had been idly working between her thighs, and it 
now rose to her mouth. She smiled at me, then walked 
languidly over to the bed and lay down beside me, 
opposite her sister. 

"Hi." 

"How long have you been there?" 

"Long enough." 

Hayley sat up, brushing her hair back from her face. 

"That was great." 

Marianne looked over at her. 

"Okay, short stuff. You've had your fun. Think you can 
give us some time alone now?" 

Hayley giggled. 

"Yeah." 

She bent and kissed me one last time. 

"Thanks. Bye." 

She hopped off the bed and went downstairs, pausing 
only to grab her bikini bottoms off the floor. I heard 
her exiting the front door about a minute later. 

Marianne stretched out against me, and I hugged her. 
She nuzzled my chin slowly. 

"I can't decide if I'm jealous of Hayley." 

A chill ran down my spine, and I pulled slightly away 
from her. 

"I thought you wanted this." 

She moved up the bed after me. 

"No. That's not what I mean. I can't decide if I'm 
jealous that you're the only guy she's done it with. 
That you were her first. Part of me wishes I hadn't 
done it with anyone else. But then I think that if I 
hadn't, I wouldn't have anything to compare you to. I 
wouldn't know how lucky I am to have you." 

I relaxed, seeing her meaning now, and pulled her 
closer. 

"I would have been happy to be your first lover." 

She giggled. 

"At fifteen, in an attic, like it was? I was just like 
Hayley is. Too horny for my own good. I could have 
gotten pregnant that afternoon. I still shudder to 
think of that." 

"Did you do it with him again?" 

"No. Once was enough. Afterward, I was totally like, 
'That's it?' It was a while before I discovered that 
sex could actually be enjoyable." 

"Randy, or whatever his name was?" 

She laughed. 

"Hardly. It was the second boy I slept with. A college 
guy I met at this cheerleader camp. We only had one 
weekend together, but God, he knew what he was doing. 
He wasn't as good as you, but he was a hell of a lot 
better than Ashley's brother. And Randy." 

She kissed my neck. 

"No. It's good you weren't my first. I just want you to 
be my last." 

We lay together caressing each other for a while. 
Marianne reached between us, finding my cock and 
stroking it gently until I was hard again. Then she 
pulled me onto her, and I slipped into her wetness 
slowly. She grunted as I filled her up, arching her 
back. She pulled my head down and kissed me roughly. 

"No one else," she moaned, "no one else is ever going 
to fuck me. Ever. I don't want anyone else. I only want 
you." 

I buried my tongue in her mouth and my erection inside 
her. Her arms went tight around my back and her legs 
slipped over my thighs. She pulled her feet up until 
they were tickling my butt, urging me on. She curled up 
to my ear as she usually did, biting my earlobe and 
moaning to me. 

"I love your dick. I love fucking you. I love being on 
my back with you 
inside me." She whimpered. "Oh, God. No one else. No 
one else. I'll fuck 
girls if you want me to, but no one else. No one's dick 
but yours can fuck me. No one. No one, oh fuck, oh God, 
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me, oh God, fuck me!" 

Her body went rigid as if she were being electrocuted, 
and her nails gouged out tracks in my back. I felt her 
tight flesh spasming around my cock as I pounded her 
mercilessly. A shrill cry squealed from between her 
clenched teeth as she clung to me. 

I groaned, the pain of impending ejaculation growing my 
groin. Marianne fucked her hips at me roughly, trying 
to stretch out her orgasm long enough to let me join 
her, to feel my cum spurting into her. It rose in a 
torrent, passing into her in long, convulsive, shots. I 
continued shaking above her long after it was over and 
Marianne began slowly relaxing under me. Then I fell 
onto her body with a gasp. 

I fell asleep. When I woke, it was after nine, and 
Marianne still lay beside me, head on my shoulder. She 
stretched when I moved, and sat up. 

"Hey." 

"Hey, kitten." 

She smiled. 

"I like when you call me that." 

"You shouldn't have let me sleep this long." 

"I couldn't help it. I never get to sleep beside you." 

"You should get home before your folks start to worry." 

She flopped back down next to me with a frustrated 
groan. 

"I don't *want* to go home. I want to stay here." She 
put her hands over her face. "Why did I have to be 
stuck in this life when I met you? Why couldn't we have 
met a year from now, when I could do whatever the fuck 
I wanted?" 

"You're going to be eighteen in what, two weeks?" 

"Two and a half. But I won't graduate for another eight 
*months.* What am I supposed to do until then?" 

"Be patient. Eight months isn't forever." 

"My folks will figure this out sooner or later. People 
are already starting to talk at school." 

"What are they saying?" 

"Oh, just 'Marianne and her rich boyfriend.' 'She's too 
full of herself to date guys under twenty-five.' That 
sort of shit." 

"Not the girls on the squad?" 

"No. They don't care; they like you. But you know how 
it is." 

"Yeah. I'm not that old." 

She giggled, snuggling with me. 

"You know, I don't even think of that anymore, really. 
That you're older than me. Just that you're Steve, my 
boyfriend, and I love you." 

"I love you too, kitten." 

She giggled again. 

"Meow." 


CHAPTER TWELVE 
--------------

Nothing significant happened for a few days, though 
Marianne continued coming over to my house after 
school. The weather had remained pleasant into October, 
and I usually found her by the pool. We would share a 
beer or a bong load, go inside for an hour or two of 
fooling around, then she would go home. Hayley came 
over again on Thursday, and I enjoyed them together as 
I had that afternoon. 

On Friday afternoon, she called me at work. 

"Hi babe." 

"Kitten. What's up?" 

"You haven't forgotten about the game tonight?" 

"No. What do you need me to do?" 

"The game starts at seven forty-five, so try to be 
there at seven-thirty." She gave me directions to the 
field. "You'll want to get a seat right down front." 

"Uh-huh. And just what is going to happen here?" 

She giggled. 

"You'll see." 

"Will I?" 

Another giggle. 

"Be patient. I'll see you tonight." 

I left work at six-thirty and went home to change into 
jeans and a sweatshirt. Marianne's school was a couple 
of miles from my house, and I arrived at the stadium at 
around seven-twenty. In the back of my mind, I could 
not help but think that the girls would somehow chicken 
out of this idea. I had not been to a high school 
football game in almost twenty-five years (since 
graduating myself), but from what I remembered, I could 
not see how the cheerleading squad could possibly 
perform their duties under such exposed conditions. 

I followed the other students and parents onto the 
field and toward the bleachers. Marianne's team was out 
on the field stretching, and I tried to disguise myself 
amongst the crowd lest the boys who had come by my 
house a few weeks before see me. I wasn't afraid of 
them; I just saw no point in another scene. 

As I reached the home team bleachers, I saw the 
cheerleaders standing around in a clump not far from 
the team bench. I counted six--apparently Anne and 
Melinda, whatever their reasons, were boycotting 
tonight's game. I wondered if they had said anything to 
anyone about this dare. 

I saw Marianne, and she saw me a moment later. She 
jumped up and down waving. 

"Steve!" 

As I got closer, I got a better look at their outfits, 
and if I had been gripped by doubt before, I was now 
positively incredulous. They wore fairly typical 
cheerleading uniforms, sleeveless polyester tops and 
short pleated skirts. Were they really going commando 
tonight, a single gust of wind would expose them all. 

Marianne bounced up to me, but stopped short about five 
feet away. I resisted the urge to kiss her in front of 
the entire school. 

"Hi!" 

"Hey." 

"Come sit over here." 

She directed me to the first row bench just behind the 
cinder block wall dividing the field from the 
bleachers. I stayed on my feet, and she leaned against 
the wall. When I gave her skirt a searching look, she 
grinned. 

"We're not doing anything yet. We're going back into 
the locker room in a minute." 

"You're really going to do this?" 

"Yep." 

"Does anyone else know?" 

"I don't think so. I threatened to get Anne and Melinda 
thrown off the squad if they said anything." 

"How?" 

She smiled. 

"I have my ways. But I'm the captain, didn't I mention 
that?" 

"No. How are you going to do the cheers?" 

"We'll be careful. We'd probably get suspended if 
anything happened. It's just for thrills, not to flash 
people." 

"It might happen anyway." 

Another evil grin. 

"Yep. You never know what might happen accidentally." 

I looked over at the other girls, seeing Ashley, 
Tiffany, and Giselle. Giselle waved at me. There were 
two other girls with them, one a short, athletic 
blonde, the other an Asian girl about Marianne's 
height. 

"Jan and Cindi," Marianne said. "Jan is the blonde. See 
anything you like?" 

She looked up at me innocently, hands clasped behind 
her back. 

"We'll see." 

"Okay. We have to go get ready. Have fun." 

"You too." 

She giggled and bit her lip, then went back over to the 
other cheerleaders. After some nervous giggles and 
whispers, the six them waved to the crowd and ran back 
toward the locker room. 

The other team came out to stretch and warm up, and I 
used the time to look around at the other fans. I saw 
mostly other students, none of whom paid any attention 
to me, no doubt taking me for a parent. If anyone had 
made anything of my brief conversation with Marianne, I 
couldn't tell. 

At about twenty to seven, the cheerleaders reappeared 
with the school spirit squad to cheer their team onto 
the field. I could tell immediately from the tense 
expressions on their faces and the repeated sideways 
glances and nervous grins that they had done it. They 
walked slowly, legs together, and most of them (though 
not Marianne) had hands at their sides trying holding 
their skirts in place without being obvious about it. 

I grew tense myself just looking at them, and my hands 
grew cold and damp. I laughed at myself nervously. This 
had nothing to do with me--even if they all chose to 
flash the crowd, no one would have any reason to 
connect the incident to my presence. But I was filled 
with excited tension just the same. 

The spirit squad held up a big paper banner, and the 
cheerleaders began yelling and waving their pom-poms. 
But they did not jump around. At all. Twelve feet 
remained planted firmly on the turf. 

The football team ran through the banner to much 
cheering and applause. The cheerleaders followed the 
team over to the sidelines as carefully as they could 
manage. 

When they got near the bleachers, Marianne gave me a 
nervous grin. I shook my head, looking over the six of 
them. Only Giselle and Marianne appeared to be enjoying 
this; the other four seemed too apprehensive about 
exposing themselves to think clearly. 

Marianne began a cheer, one that involved a certain 
amount of swaying and butt wiggling. I watched the 
hemlines carefully. I saw nothing untoward, but I 
hardly needed to. I kept thinking that I could go out 
there and get a double handful of teenage pussy with 
very little effort. 

The game began, but I paid no attention to it. I 
watched the crowd, continually laughing to myself at 
how no one seemed to have the slightest idea what was 
going on. The fans had only mild interest in the 
cheerleaders, and turned their eyes from the game only 
when Marianne tried to get a cheer going. If only they 
knew what they were missing, I thought. 

About fifteen minutes into the game, the squad began 
another cheer routine, this time right in front of me. 
Marianne was grinning at me, and I realized something 
was about to happen. 

The girls cheered and sang, squatting down halfway and 
wiggling their butts in time with their pom-poms. They 
came up slowly, and then Marianne (who was in front, 
leading the other five) jumped into the air. 

There it was--as she came down, the front of her skirt 
lifted up just enough to expose her sex. It was a half-
second flash, if that. Only someone watching the exact 
spot, as I was, would have seen it. I glanced around at 
the other fans, seeing no reaction. Most of them 
weren't even watching the cheer. 

I turned back to the cheerleaders, seeing an evil grin 
on Marianne's face. Giselle came up beside her as the 
cheer ended, and both of them dropped down into front-
and-rear splits, front legs pointed right at me. They 
came down slowly enough not to send their skirts flying 
up, but right after they hit the ground, Marianne again 
flashed me from just behind her pom-pom, and Giselle 
did the same thing a moment later. 

I realized I had been holding my breath, and I forced 
myself to exhale as the two girls got carefully to 
their feet, knowing grins on their faces. I wiped the 
beads of sweat from my hairline as I checked the crowd 
behind me. Again, it appeared that they had gotten away 
with it. 

For the rest of the half, they behaved themselves, and 
when the halftime whistle blew (with Marianne's team 
ahead 13-6), they regrouped on one of the benches near 
my seat. Marianne and Giselle walked over to me about a 
minute later. 

"Enjoying the game?" Marianne asked. 

"Yeah." 

"You look kind of tense," Giselle said. "Do you feel 
okay?" 

"Yeah, you look all sweaty and nervous. Is anything 
wrong?" 

I glanced down at their skirts. 

"I'll survive." 

Marianne put both hands above her head, stretching. 

"I think I pulled a muscle earlier," she said to 
Giselle. "Do you think you can help me do a hamstring 
stretch?" 

"Sure. Do you want to lie down or just put your leg up 
on my shoulder?" 

I knew they were kidding -- honest -- but for a split 
second, I had a shock at the image they had put into my 
head. They both burst out laughing. Marianne reached 
down to rub the back of her thigh. 

"It really hurts. Could you help her, Steve?" 

I noticed a couple of students nearby watching this 
exchange with curious looks on their faces, and fought 
to maintain my calm. 

"You might want to check with the trainer about that." 

"Nah, we can just do it here. Here, grab my ankle." 

Giselle squatted down and took Marianne's ankle. As 
Marianne braced herself on the wall, Giselle lifted her 
leg up about three feet before I couldn't take this 
charade any longer. I grabbed Marianne's arm in horror. 

She laughed at me. 

"What? What's wrong?" 

She stood there with her leg parallel to the ground. 
The pleats of her skirt hung down on either side of her 
thigh. She had, at best, about two inches of coverage. 
The slightest puff of wind would expose her completely. 
She was facing the end zone right now, not the crowd, 
but someone walking up the field from the right angle 
might well see straight up her skirt. 

"How does that feel?" Giselle asked. 

Marianne reached under her skirt to rub at her thigh. 

"Mmm. That's good. A little higher." 

Giselle raised Marianne's ankle another six inches. I 
stood frozen to the spot. There was nothing I could do 
now without attracting attention. Very carefully, I 
looked around us. No one was really watching except the 
other four cheerleaders, who sat on the bench about ten 
yards away with amazed looks on their faces. 

I looked back at Marianne, who acted utterly 
unconcerned with what she was doing. Her leg was now 
more up than down, and if Giselle lifted it any higher, 
Marianne was going to be displaying a lot more than her 
flexibility. 

She gave me a look of amused triumph, and then nodded 
to Giselle. 

"That's enough. Thanks." 

Giselle dropped Marianne's ankle, and I tried not to 
collapse in relief. The two of them stifled giggles 
before rejoining the rest of the squad. 

I did notice a few people looking in my direction 
during the second half, but no one said anything to me. 
Whatever they thought or had seen, I didn't want to 
know. The girls resumed their cheering, and refrained 
from flashing me--or anyone else--the rest of the game. 

When the final gun went off (the game ended in a 13-13 
tie), I followed the rest of the crowd out of the 
stadium. I lingered around the entrance, wondering if 
Marianne would seek me out. She came running up about 
five minutes later. 

"Hey." 

"Nice game." 

She grinned. 

"You think so? You didn't seem to be watching it much." 

I laughed. 

"I know. What's up?" 

"Giselle, Ashley, and Tiffany want to come over. Is 
that okay?" 

*Four* of them? God, give me strength. 

"Uh, yeah. Sure." 

"Okay. We have some stuff to do first, but we'll see 
you in about an hour." 

She gave me a quick peck on the lips and ran back 
toward the field. As I watched, I could just get a 
brief glimpse of her naked butt under her skirt. 

I drove home, crazed images of panty-less cheerleaders 
spinning through my head. When I got back, I tried to 
straighten up the house for this party, whatever they 
had planned. Surely they didn't *all* expect to have 
sex with me? Even if I had had sex with all four of 
them before. Marianne had said something about Tiffany 
being jealous of the other girls. I didn't know what 
Ashley was thinking, but the look I had seen in 
Giselle's eyes several times that night pretty much 
told me what she was hoping for. Ye Gods. I just hoped 
they didn't kill me. 

I had gotten another ounce of Thai dope from my cousin, 
so I got it out for the girls. I had enough beer, 
unless they really planned on getting drunk. What I 
wasn't sure I had enough of was energy for a four-
cheerleader orgy. 

I heard the front door open about ten o'clock, and then 
Marianne calling out. 

"Steve?" 

"In the den." 

The four of them filed into the room a few seconds 
later. They had changed back into street clothes, 
Giselle into these peach-toned Capri pants with a 
spaghetti-strap top, Ashley into shorts, and the other 
two into jeans. Marianne wore another one of her 
cropped baby-tees, and Ashley and Tiffany wore plain T-
shirts, though Tiffany's was just short enough to 
expose the stud in her navel. 

The settled down around the room, and Marianne sat in 
my lap, giving me a long kiss. 

"Mmm. I've been wanting to do that all night." 

"Me too." 

Giselle had already spotted the weed on the coffee 
table and went straight toward it. She sat down on the 
floor next to the table, and Marianne pulled her bong 
out of her purse. The two of them quickly fired things 
up as I got four beers out of the refrigerator. 

"So what did you think of the game, Steve?" Tiffany 
asked. 

"Very entertaining." 

"I still can't believe we did that," Ashley said. "Do 
you think anyone saw?" 

"I couldn't tell," I said. 

"So what if they did?" Marianne said, exhaling a big 
cloud of fragrant smoke. "I guarantee you that only a 
few people could have seen anything. No one will 
believe them. That kind of thing only happens in porn 
movies." 

"Speaking of which," Giselle said, grinning at me. 

"Yes?" 

"Marianne said you've got quite a video collection." 

I pursed my lips in mild embarrassment. 

"I think you'll find that, for single men, that's not 
unusual." 

The four of them laughed, and Tiffany crawled over to 
the TV cabinet. 

"Let's see what he has." 

The girls were soon rooting through my collection and 
laughing hysterically at the titles and box covers. 

"God! Look at this!" Tiffany exclaimed, holding up a 
box with a half-naked Jenna Jameson on the front. 

"Those can't be real," Ashley said. 

"They're not," I said. 

"I don't think any of these girls have real boobs," 
Giselle said. 

"Oh, my God," Tiffany said, laughing at another one. 
"Look at that!" 

The other three crowded around to see what she was 
looking at. 

"No way," Giselle said. 

"Is that real?" Tiffany asked. 

Marianne glanced at me. 

"Do they have fake dicks like they have fake boobs?" 

I leaned it to see what they were looking at, a back-
cover shot of some male star's prodigious endowments. 

"That's real." 

Tiffany's face paled. 

"They really get that big?" 

"Eww," Giselle said. 

"No way in hell I'd ever let that near me," Ashley 
said. 

"Women give birth," Marianne said. "Babies are bigger 
than that. I bet you could take it." 

Tiffany and Giselle shrieked in laughter. 

"I want to watch one of these," Giselle said. 

"Me too," Ashley said. 

That precipitated about a minute of feverish discussion 
over which title to start with. I sat on the couch 
finishing the bong load and getting a mild buzz as they 
settled on one of the Jenna Jameson tapes. Marianne 
shoved it into the VCR and then lay back against me on 
the couch. Giselle sat at the far end with my feet and 
Marianne's on her lap, while Ashley and Tiffany sat on 
the floor in front of the television. 

For the next ninety minutes, there was much giggling 
and moaning and outright laughter. Though they did get 
quiet during the lesbian scenes, no one suggested fast 
forwarding over them. The cum shots produced shrieks of 
embarrassment and disgust, especially when Peter North 
splattered about half a quart of jizz over one girl's 
tits. 

By the time the tape was over, we had gone through 
about six or seven bong loads and probably eight or 
nine beers. Ashley had replaced Giselle at the end of 
the couch, and Marianne was slowly stroking Ashley's 
bare thigh with her toes. 

Ashley gave me a glance and began rubbing Marianne's 
foot. Marianne moved her foot around in Ashley's lap, 
trying to pretend the contact was innocent but really 
doing her best to dig her heel into Ashley's crotch. 

Giselle and Tiffany finally noticed what was going on. 
Tiffany gave Giselle a nervous, amazed, look, but 
stayed where she was. Giselle just glanced at me, 
licking her lips. 

Marianne sat up and pulled her legs back under her 
butt. Then she pulled her top over her head. Her big 
tits jutted forth from her bra, but she removed that a 
moment later. As the other two girls watched in 
amazement, she grabbed Ashley's head and pulled her 
into a passionate kiss. 

Ashley reacted at first in surprise, but then put her 
arms around Marianne. The two girls necked eagerly next 
to me, and Marianne dug her hands into Ashley's T-
shirt. That, and her bra, were on the floor after 
another minute. 

I glanced at Giselle and Tiffany. Tiffany merely seemed 
shocked and amazed at this display, but if I wasn't 
seeing things, Giselle actually seemed to be getting 
turned on. Her breathing was deep and ragged, and I 
could see her nipples straining against the fabric of 
her top. She glanced at me once, eyes fogged with 
nervous desire, then back at the other two girls. 

Ashley was suckling Marianne's breasts now, and 
Marianne was writhing in her lap. Ashley's hand was 
between Marianne's legs, rubbing hard upward. All of a 
sudden, Giselle was on the couch next to me. She 
grabbed my head, kissing me deeply for a few seconds, 
then turned around to face Marianne and Ashley, leaning 
back against me. She put one of my hands on her breasts 
and the other between her legs. 

I reached up under her top to feel her hard little tits 
as I massaged her twat through her pants. She moaned, 
moving against me, but continued watching the other 
girls. I glanced at Tiffany, now alone on the floor. 
She got slowly to her feet, walking up behind Marianne. 

She paused briefly in nervous indecision, then put one 
hand softly on Marianne's shoulder. Marianne half-
turned to face her. She slid her hand up Tiffany's arm 
until she reached her neck. Then she pulled Tiffany 
down toward her. The two girls kissed awkwardly, and 
Tiffany withdrew after a few seconds. 

I had one hand inside Giselle's top and the other 
inside her pants now, and she squirmed against me as I 
played with her. She turned around once to kiss me, but 
otherwise watched the scene in front of us. 

Tiffany removed her top and bra now, just as Marianne 
slid to the floor in front of Ashley. Ashley's shorts 
were soon discarded, and Marianne bent forward, taking 
Ashley's hips in her hands and her pussy into her 
mouth. 

Giselle moaned against me as Marianne began eating 
Ashley. Tiffany knelt down beside Marianne, watching, 
but doing nothing. Ashley arched her back, gripping her 
breasts in her hands, straining against the back of the 
couch. Marianne's tongue was dipping and fluttering 
over her lips and clit, lapping up the sweet honey that 
flowed out of Ashley's ginger twat. 

Giselle began writhing out of her clothes as if she 
could no longer stand to be dressed. She was naked in a 
few moments, and I pushed my index finger inside her 
wet pussy. She whimpered as I began masturbating her in 
earnest, keeping my other hand on her breasts. She 
squirmed and twisted as if she wanted to be free from 
my grip, but the hand that stayed locked to my wrist 
between her thighs told me what she really wanted. 

Tiffany still sat next to Marianne with a bewildered 
look on her face, as if she wanted to do something but 
had no idea what. I motioned to her, and she stood, 
walking around next to me. Giselle reached for her, 
pulling her down, kissing her. Again, Tiffany responded 
nervously, letting Giselle kiss her but doing 
relatively little in response. 

Giselle suddenly climbed off my lap and pushed Tiffany 
into her place. Tiffany leaned back against me, moaning 
contentedly, as I began playing with her firm breasts. 
Giselle crawled over to Ashley and Marianne, threw a 
leg over Ashley's waist and Marianne's head, and shoved 
her breasts into Ashley's face. 

Ashley swiftly pulled Giselle into their lovemaking. 
She suckled Giselle's hard little tits as Marianne 
continued to suck on Ashley's clit. Then Marianne 
withdrew, pulling Giselle down until she was sitting in 
Ashley's lap. She slipped two fingers into Giselle, two 
into Ashley, and used both hands to finger-fuck them. 

The two girls began moaning and rubbing their breasts 
together, kissing, sucking on each other as Marianne 
got them off. I had Tiffany's jeans down now, and if 
she was reluctant to join any of this, she had no 
problem watching them while I played with her. I soon 
had several fingers inside a pussy myself, and the room 
was filled with moans and gasps and the smell of sex. 

Ashley came first, bucking her hips against Giselle and 
Marianne. Giselle soon joined her, and Tiffany followed 
thereafter, thrashing around in my lap. 

Ashley and Giselle swiftly removed the rest of 
Marianne's clothes and had her back on the couch. 
Ashley descended between Marianne's thighs, and Giselle 
climbed up to suckle Marianne's big tits. 

Tiffany turned around in my lap and dug out my aching 
erection. It thereafter disappeared into her hot little 
mouth, and she bobbed up and down on me rapidly as I 
watched my girlfriend being ravished by two other 
cheerleaders. 

It took Marianne only a minute or two to reach climax 
under such attentions, and when she had recovered, she 
leaned over, pushing Tiffany out of the way, and began 
sucking on me herself. 

The other three girls circled around us, removing what 
little clothes I had left. I was getting stiff in the 
position Marianne had me in (I'm talking muscles here, 
not organs), so I pulled her off and stood up. 

"I may not make it out of there alive, but I think we 
should go up to the bedroom." 

***

One by one, the bodies pinning me down on the bed slid 
off. Giselle and Ashley fell to one side, still holding 
each other. Tiffany fell off my dick and lay in a heap 
at the end of the mattress. Marianne finally 
reappeared, climbing up from between my legs and lying 
on top of me. 

"There you are." 

I tried to catch my breath. 

"Hey, kitten." 

She kissed me, and I could taste Tiffany in her mouth. 

"Meow." 

She kissed me again. "Having fun?" 

"Mmm-hmm. You?" 

"Definitely. Not getting tired already, are you?" 

I laughed weakly. 

"Give me a minute." 

"I'll give you something else." 

She slid back down to my cock, all sloppy with cum and 
Tiffany's spendings, and took it gently into her mouth. 
Beside me, Ashley and Giselle began to stir, and I 
watched as Giselle turned Ashley on her back and kissed 
her. The two girls made out for a few moments before 
Giselle began moving down Ashley's body, sucking her 
nipples, kissing her navel, and finally reaching her 
sex. This brought her down next to Tiffany, who sat up 
to watch as Giselle ate Ashley slowly. 

Tiffany saw me watching and smiled. She slid off the 
bed and came around the other side. Marianne was still 
sucking on my limp and protesting penis. Tiffany 
climbed onto the bed, and I got her to reverse herself 
as she lay down. She watched Marianne for a few 
moments, and then leaned over to help. 

I pulled Tiffany closer to me, curling around until I 
could reach her twat, adorned with that cute silver 
stud. She laid her thigh over my head as I began to eat 
her. I could taste myself inside her, not that I really 
cared, and she rolled her hips slowly against my 
tongue. 

Tiffany and Marianne were taking turns blowing me, 
licking and sucking and nibbling all over my cock and 
balls. Beside me, I could feel Ashley moving around, 
and I withdrew long enough to see what was happening, 
keeping a few fingers in Tiffany's pussy so she 
wouldn't feel neglected. 

Giselle was going to town on her red-headed squad-mate, 
eating her and finger-fucking her--fisting her almost--
at the same time. Ashley was thrashing around on the 
mattress, groping at me and Giselle. She cried out, 
arched her back as her hands gripped the sheets in 
tight fists, and came all over Giselle's face. Giselle 
didn't stop, and Ashley didn't appear to want her to. I 
went back to Tiffany and resumed my attentions. 

The two girls had finally succeeded in restoring my 
erection, but Marianne apparently had something more in 
mind than straight sex. She crawled around above me, 
squatting over my head in a sixty-nine position, and 
sat down on my face. As I began licking her delicious 
blonde pussy, most of my penis went down her throat. 

I felt Tiffany crawling over my legs to help her, and 
she was soon licking and sucking on my balls. Marianne 
apparently had a lot of pent-up energy after all this, 
and it took me only a minute or two of eager lingual 
massage to have her spasming and humping my face in 
orgasm. Her teeth bit down lightly on my cock as she 
came, dragging back over the underside. 

As soon as she had recovered, she came up off my mouth 
and crawled up to sit on my dick, facing Tiffany, in a 
reverse of the situation earlier. I watched Ashley and 
Giselle still going at it as I felt myself sinking into 
Marianne, the only place, to perfectly honest, that I 
really wanted to be tonight. 

I sat up behind her, taking her big tits in my hands. 
She pulled her knees up under her, leaning back against 
me. I saw Tiffany at the end of the bed, watching us, 
unsure what to do. Marianne reached for her, and when 
she got Tiffany's hair in her hands, Tiffany did not 
resist her. She bent forward, nervously, and began to 
lick at the spot where we were joined. 

I was lost in a fog of sex after that, pumping into 
Marianne as Tiffany ate both of us, watching Ashley and 
Giselle gone into a sixty-nine, eating each other 
frantically and oblivious to the rest of us. I came 
again eventually, as did Marianne, Ashley, and Giselle. 
Tiffany lay beside Marianne and me when we were done, 
and Marianne was soon eating her again. I lost track of 
things after that. Too many heads in too many pussies. 
Lots of orgasms. I fucked Giselle a bit later, and 
somehow got off a third time that night. Someone ate my 
cum out of her. It might have been Ashley, but I think 
maybe it was Marianne. Or both of them. 

Finally they left. I lay utterly, completely, exhausted 
in bed. I think I fell asleep until someone came 
climbing back in with me. It was Marianne, of course. I 
could sense her presence even before I took her into my 
arms. 

"Christ," I moaned. 

She giggled. 

"That was fun." 

"Call my lawyer. I want to get you in my will before I 
expire." 

She snuggled against me. 

"I love you so much." 

"I love you too, kitten." 

She meowed again, giggling. 

"Tell me something," I asked. 

"What?" 

"Before our thing with Ashley, you went out of your way 
to tell me you weren't into girls, that you would just 
do it one night for me. What happened tonight?" 

"I don't know. Before all this, I never thought I was." 

"I don't want you to keep doing things you're not into 
just for my sake." 

She pushed herself away from me, taking my head in her 
hands and staring into my eyes. 

"Whoa. Wait a second. I would *not* be doing this if it 
turned me off. If I was as straight as all that, you 
know, guys only, no attraction to pussy, the thought of 
going down on someone made me sick, not even you could 
get me to do this. You could file it away with things 
that really do repulse me, like screwing your friends. 
I love you, but there's no way I could ever do that." 

"I don't want you to." 

"All right. But this is different. You saw me tonight. 
Did I look turned off? Do you think I was faking all 
those orgasms?" 

"No. So where did this come from?" 

"I don't know. I guess I never really gave it much 
thought before I met you. The idea of lesbian sex 
didn't hold any attraction for me, but it didn't turn 
me off either. I wouldn't have done what we did with 
Ashley if it had. But I think now..." She paused for a 
second. "You've had oysters, right? 
 Raw, on the half shell?" 

"Sure. I love them." 

"Me too. But before I tried them, I thought they would 
be gross. One night at this restaurant, my dad talked 
me into eating one. And I found out that I loved them. 
I think this might be the same thing. I realize now 
that fucking girls is actually cool." 

I laughed softly. 

"I'm glad to help." 

She giggled. 

"I'll bet you are." 


CHAPTER THIRTEEN 
----------------

"Guess who's become a born-again lesbian?" 

It was a few days after that epic Friday-night orgy, 
and I was at work listening to Marianne update me on 
the school gossip. 

"Who?" 

"Giselle. She and Ashley are suddenly an item." 

I laughed. 

"I had a feeling something was up that night." 

"I wasn't really paying attention. But Tiff told me 
about it today. I'd seen them together this week, but 
it never really registered until she mentioned it to 
me. They are in serious lust together, believe me." 

"What about Tiffany?" 

Silence came over the line for a few seconds. Then she 
sighed. 

"I think we might have overdone it. She's been acting 
kind of weird. A little more distant than usual. 
Between all that pot and beer, I think she went further 
than she wished she had now. So, I don't know. I'm 
trying not to get cute with her." 

"You really think she's upset?" 

"No. She'll get it over it if I leave her alone for a 
few days. Don't worry about it. It has nothing to do 
with you. Having dyked out one night in her life isn't 
going to kill her." 

I laughed. 

"Unlikely." 

"Anyway, um, could I ask you a favor?" 

"Name it." 

"This group activity is fun and all, but do you think, 
at least for the near future, we could limit it to just 
the two of us? Just for now?" 

"I think I've probably had enough group sex to last me 
a few months." 

She giggled. 

"Me too. With, um, one exception." 

"Who?" 

"Hayley." 

"Hayley?" 

"Just let me explain. I'm kind of worried about her. I 
know what she's like, because she's just like I was at 
that age. I'm telling you, if the situations were 
reversed, and I had lost it to you at fifteen, you'd 
have a hard time keeping me out of your bed. She's been 
going on like 'Sex is so cool.' 'I want to have sex 
24/7.' Stuff like that. I'm worried about what she 
might do if we cut her off." 

"Didn't we have this conversation the other night? I 
don't want you to feel pressured into doing anything 
sexually, whether it's for me or anyone else." 

"I'm not. Really. I was starting to feel a little weird 
about sharing you with my friends, but Hayley is 
different. Yeah, she can be a brat sometimes, but she's 
still my sister, and I care about her. If sharing you 
with her will keep her out of trouble, then I'm fine 
with it." 

"You're sure about that?" 

"Steve, we share underwear and tampons. I don't think 
this is that much of a stretch. I figure if you do it 
with her once a week or so, she should be fine. Once 
the novelty wears off, I think she'll settle down." 

"Okay. I guess I don't really mind. The truth is, she 
reminds me a lot of you. It's sort of like doing it 
with a fifteen-year-old Marianne." 

She giggled. 

"Are you serious? You're thinking of me when you do it 
with her?" 

"Usually. I like to imagine that you're the one I'm 
breaking in, not her." 

She laughed again. 

"That is *so* cool. You don't know how great that makes 
me feel. I love you so much." 

"I love you too, kitten." 

When she meowed at me after that, she really did sound 
like a cat. 

I got home that night about six, and per usual, 
Marianne was there, watching television in the den (HBO 
this time, though, not another porn flick). I gave her 
a kiss and went back to the kitchen to review my mail. 
The fourth letter was the statement from one of my 
credit cards, and it seemed noticeably thicker than 
normal. I realized as I was opening it that it was the 
account I had been letting Marianne use. 

It took a few seconds for the reality of it to 
register. She had somehow run up almost *four thousand 
dollars* in charges in less than three weeks. I ran my 
eyes rapidly down the statement as my eyes bulged in 
their sockets. Clothes, jewelry, clothes, electronics, 
more clothes, CD's, food--it just went on and on and 
on. 

"Steve? What's wrong?" 

I broke out of my shock and looked over to the couch. 
Marianne was watching me with a look of concern on her 
face. She got to her feet and came rapidly over to 
where I was standing. That was when she got a good look 
at the statement, and her face paled in fear. 

"Oops." 

"What happened?" I gasped. 

She seemed to wither in front of me. 

"Um. I didn't think I'd spent that much. I'm sorry." 

I continued flipping through the statement. 

"How?" 

"Well... you said I should pay the other girls with it, 
right? I got some stuff for Ashley, and Giselle. And 
Tiffany, too. I got this bracelet that Hayley wanted, 
and a boombox for her." 

I ran my eyes down the list, finding the culprits. 
Those two items had accounted for $600 alone. 

"Plus a lot of it was clothes I've been getting to wear 
for you." 

She had a point there, too. Her wardrobe had gotten a 
lot more interesting since I had met her, but I hadn't 
given it enough thought to make the connection. 

I looked back at Marianne. Her forehead was creased in 
distress and her jaw was vibrating softly. I could see 
the tears welling up in her eyes, and my anger 
dissolved. I reached out and hugged her. 

"It's all right." 

"Are you mad at me?" 

"No. It's not like I can't afford this. But you can't 
do this every month." 

She started to cry anyway. 

"I'm sorry." 

This was at least fifty percent my fault, I thought. I 
should have anticipated something like this. You can't 
just hand a charge account to a teenager and expect her 
to know how to manage it without any supervision. She 
had promised me she wouldn't go crazy with it, but I 
reflected that what "crazy" might mean to me was likely 
not what it meant to a seventeen-year-old girl with her 
first credit card. Plus, thinking back to what our 
original arrangement with that card had been, four 
thousand dollars worked out to just sixteen pieces of 
ass, and I had certainly gotten more than that since 
then. 

I held Marianne until she stopped crying. 

"Please don't be mad at me." 

"I'm not. This was as much my fault as yours." 

She pressed her face, hot with tears, against my neck. 

"How have your parents not noticed all this stuff 
you've bought?" 

She leaned back, sniffling and wiping her face. 

"They don't pay that much attention. Plus I've been 
trying to hide most of it. I told Hayley she can't wear 
that bracelet around the house. She just wears it to 
school and takes off on the way home." 

"What does it look like?" 

"It has these neat lapis beads mounted in 14k gold. I 
think it matches her eyes. It's really pretty." 

I realized I had seen her wearing it the last time she 
had come over, but once again, I had been too dense to 
make the connection. Of course I should have wondered 
where Hayley could have gotten a thing like that with a 
father who managed a grocery store and a mother who 
worked as a legal secretary. 

"Does she like it?" 

"She loves it. She never takes it off unless she has 
to. She wears it with everything, even stuff that 
doesn't go." 

"Okay. That's good enough for me." 

She hugged me again. 

"I won't spend any more." 

"It's all right. I want you to use it, just try to keep 
it under a grand a month." 

"Okay." 

She backed up, pulling me toward the stairs and 
grinning through her previous distress. 

"Come on. I guess I have some bills to work off now." 

She led me to the bedroom and began disrobing. I looked 
at her with more attention to detail now, and I 
realized that she really had been trying to dress the 
way she thought I liked her. Tight jeans, cut-off 
shorts (like those now heading toward the floor), short 
skirts. She knew I liked the cropped baby-tees (the 
shorter the better, so as to emphasize her chest) and 
the stretch satin tops, so she had been wearing them 
almost exclusively. Underneath, she wore a matching 
white satin bra-and-thong set, which was another thing 
I realized had changed. Her underwear always matched 
now, and it was invariably something interesting, which 
no doubt explained the ten or twelve visits to 
Victoria's Secret on that statement. 

She saw the look in my eye and smiled. 

"You like it?" 

"Almost as beautiful as you. I don't mind spending my 
money on someone who deserves it." 

She closed with me, linking her arms around my waist. 

"Would you still love me if I didn't look like this?" 

I kissed her nose. 

"Kitten, it's been my experience in life that people 
who are as beautiful on the inside as you are find ways 
to be beautiful on the outside. You wouldn't be the 
same person. You would have to be ugly inside too. I've 
dated my share of ugly women who looked very good 
superficially, and believe me it's a not pleasant 
experience." 

She lifted up on her toes and kissed me. I cupped her 
big tits in my hands and pushed them around gently, 
tweaking her nipples through the satin. She continued 
kissing me, sucking on my tongue, and slid her arms 
around my neck. I let one hand drop down between her 
legs, reversing it, and extended my middle finger into 
the juncture of her thighs. The satin was smooth and 
cool against her hot flesh. As I massaged her slowly, 
her inner moisture dampened the fabric until my finger 
was sliding slickly against her lips and clit. 

She stood it for only a minute or so before lowering 
her hands to my waist and unbuttoning my slacks. They 
fell to the floor, and Marianne followed them. She 
reached into the fly of my boxers and found my 
erection. She stroked it, looking up at me. She gave 
the base a sloppy kiss and grinned. 

"Meow." 

Pretending to be a cat, she began giving my cock a slow 
tongue bath, all the while purring and meowing at me. I 
forced myself to maintain enough control to remove my 
shirt and tie. By this time, she had gotten my entire 
erection slick with her saliva, and she stroked it 
slowly with her right hand. With the other she began to 
rub all over herself and moan in discomfort. 

"Mmm, meow, I'm so hot. I think I must be in heat. 
Meow, what am I going to do?" 

I couldn't stand it anymore. I lifted her into my arms 
and practically tossed her on the bed, making her to 
shriek with laughter. I paused only to discard the last 
bits of my clothing and then grabbed her, rolling her 
on her hands and knees. I opened the snaps on her bra, 
letting it fall off, and almost tore the thong from her 
hips. She continued to moan and meow at me until I 
stabbed my cock between her thighs. She let out a yowl 
that sounded only partially faked as I sank into her 
wetness. 

I drove rapidly in and out of her tight teenage twat, 
thumping against her buttocks. She pushed back at me 
hard, stretching out all those toned cheerleading 
muscles. I felt her hand brushing against my balls with 
each thrust as she played with herself. I held tightly 
onto her hips, but she battered back at me with 
everything she had. 

Soon, way too soon, I felt my cum beginning to rise. I 
tried to slow the pace, but Marianne would have none of 
it. 

"No... no... fuck me, I'm almost there... come on!" 

I redoubled my efforts, pounding her ass without 
restraint, and a few moments later, she shrieked in 
orgasm. When her pussy bit down on my cock, I pulled 
her backwards, stretching her even further open than 
she already was and stabbing the last spasming inch of 
myself into her, coming like an out-of-control fire 
hose. My legs buckled under me, and I fell forward, 
pushing Marianne down on the bed. We lay, twitching and 
gasping in the aftermath, until I had enough energy to 
roll off her. 

She slid over, snuggling against me. 

"I liked that." 

"Me too." 

She giggled. 

"Meow." 

"Still in heat there?" 

"Mmm. I'm always in heat around you." 

I ran my fingers through her hair, caressing her. She 
stretched out against me, sliding her long smooth legs 
against mine. 

"Your birthday is next week." 

"Mmm-hmm. What are you going to get me?" 

She propped her chin up on my chest. 

"I'm kidding. You don't have to get me anything. You've 
already given me so much." 

I pushed her tousled blonde hair back over her head. 

"Kitten, I have a lot of money, and it's been a long 
time since I had someone I felt comfortable spending it 
on. Don't worry about my finances. That credit card 
bill was just a surprise, not a problem." 

She smiled. 

"Okay. Thanks." 

"So what do you want for your birthday?" 

She shrugged. 

"I don't know. Seriously, you don't need to get me 
anything." 

"Just tell me what you want. If money were no object at 
all, what would you want to get?" 

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Just tell me. What would you want?" 

"Well... a car--but I know that's impossible." 

"What kind of car?" 

She reared back, eyes swelling. 

"No. You wouldn't." 

"What kind of car?" 

Her jaw dropped slowly. 

"No. Steve, you cannot buy me a car. That's crazy." 

"Why?" 

"How would I explain it to my folks? I can't just drive 
up in a new car and say, 'Hey, look at this.' They 
don't even know you exist yet." 

"What if I thought up a way to explain it?" 

Her eyebrows rose up her forehead. 

"How?" 

"Well... how about if we told them you won it in a 
raffle?" 

Now she really was a picture of disbelief. 

"A *raffle*? Come on." 

"You've never seen cars being raffled off at the mall 
for some promotion? Just tell them you entered a few 
weeks ago, and lo and behold, you won. I could just 
have it delivered to your house. How would they know?" 

The color drained out of her face, and her jaw fell 
toward her chest. Her breathing grew short and rapid. 

"No. No. Steve, you can't do this. I won't let you." 

"I'm doing it, and you can't stop me." 

She grabbed my arm tightly, and her eyes bulged. Her 
breath whistled through her nostrils in agitation. 

"What kind of car?" 

She whimpered in frustration. 

"What kind of car?" 

She answered me in a tiny voice. 

"A Bug." 

"A Volkswagen Bug?" 

She nodded weakly. 

"What color?" 

"Yellow." 

"Done." 

"Wait! Wait!" She grabbed both my hands tightly, 
squeezing so hard she almost cut off the circulation. 
"Can I at least think about this for a few days?" 

"No. Decide now or the offer is withdrawn." 

She shook my arms, letting out a sound that was half 
growl and half shriek of distress. 

"Going once. Going twice." 

"Oh! Yes! No! Wait!" 

"Too late. It's yours." 

"Argh!" 

She pounced on me, pinning me down and snarling at me 
as if she really were a cat. But then her expression 
softened, and I could see her eyes beginning to water. 

"You're really going to buy me a car?" 

"Yes." 

"Steve." She drew it out almost into a whine. "We 
haven't even been going 
out for two months yet." 

"I don't care. I love you. And I think you're going to 
be around for quite a while." 

"God." She smiled at me weakly. "After this, I guess I 
have no choice." 

"No. I'm not letting you go, sorry." 

She lowered herself to me, pressing her firm body 
against mine. Further discussion was silenced by the 
tongue in my mouth. My kitten was apparently still in 
heat, and I had to attend to her distress. 


CHAPTER FOURTEEN 
----------------

Saturday morning, I went to the nearest Volkswagen 
dealership and began browsing the Bugs. As I expected, 
knowing how popular they had become, this was not 
likely to be cheap. But, as I made clear repeatedly to 
Marianne, I could afford this. Successful single stock 
traders with no dependents tend to accumulate assets 
rather rapidly. So I had talked to a friend of mine at 
work, who traded Microsoft from his post, and had him 
dump 300 shares out of my account. I owned close to 
7000 (stock splits are wonderful things) so this wasn't 
going to significantly affect my position. 

Before long, I found a cute banana-yellow Bug that was 
suitably tricked out with options (especially a nice 
custom stereo with a 6-disc CD changer, which I knew 
was the single most important thing for a teenager). An 
hour of dickering produced a price I was happy with, 
and I explained how it was a birthday gift for my 
"stepdaughter." They put Marianne's name on the 
registration, and I wrote the check. For an additional 
fee, they agreed to deliver it to her house. The warm, 
fuzzy feeling that experience gave me lasted the rest 
of the afternoon. 

I found Marianne and Hayley sunbathing naked by the 
pool when I returned. The late summer heat had yet to 
break even though we were approaching Halloween, and I 
spent a moment admiring the beads of sweat and suntan 
oil on their tawny limbs. They appeared to be among 
those few natural blondes who can actually tan instead 
of simply burning whenever they get a hit with a ray of 
sunlight. Both of them had been doing this long enough 
that they no longer had much in the way of tan lines. 

Hayley noticed me first. 

"Hi, Steve." 

I kissed her and then Marianne. 

"Hi, babe." 

"Kitten." 

Hayley giggled. 

"You really call her that." 

"Yep. Just seemed to fit." 

"I think it's cute. Can I have a nickname too?" 

Marianne snorted. 

"Don't get greedy." 

Hayley pouted and looked up at me. 

"I want a nickname." 

"What's wrong with 'short stuff'?" 

She sneered at Marianne, who was still lying on her 
back with her eyes closed. 

"Please?" 

"Like what?" 

"Something cat-related like hers." 

"How about 'cat box'?" Marianne offered. 

Hayley's eyes narrowed in displeasure, and she reached 
over to punch Marianne in the arm. Marianne responded 
by laughing, and I rubbed her head. 

"'Little Kit'?" I asked. "Would that work?" 

Hayley beamed. 

"I like that." 

"Sheesh." 

Hayley stuck her tongue out at Marianne, who wasn't 
watching anyway, but the issue appeared settled. 

I fetched three beers from the refrigerator and 
returned to sit down between them. Hayley made a face 
at hers but tried to drink it anyway. 

I noticed the absence of Marianne's bong, which was 
normally out in situations like this. 

"Are we out of dope?" 

"Yeah. But it's okay. I was thinking of taking a break. 
We've done a lot of it lately." 

"It's a good thing I don't work for a company that does 
drug testing. I think I would peg the meter right now." 

"They've been talking about doing random testing at 
school," Hayley said. 

I looked over at her. 

"Seriously? How?" 

"I don't know. But they are." 

"The PTA is making noises about it," Marianne said. 
"But the students would revolt if they tried it. Nobody 
wants to have to piss on command." 

I thought back to my days in high school, in the mid-
seventies. Had anyone proposed random drug testing on 
us, I think the outraged potheads might have torched 
the school. A few of my friends were so perpetually 
stoned that their urine samples might have broken the 
testing equipment. 

I lay in the sun with them until it began to set. I 
actually dozed off until I felt Marianne stroking my 
arm. Hayley was in the pool, still naked, swimming 
around like a mermaid. 

"What do you want to do for dinner?" 

"You feel like going out?" 

She glanced at her sister. 

"Hayley too?" 

"Unless you mind." 

"No. That's cool." 

She got Hayley's attention, and we shortly settled on 
going out to a local bar and grill, where I could take 
a pair of teenagers with arousing too much suspicion. 
The two of them dressed and went home to change 
clothes, returning about twenty minutes later. Both of 
them wore jeans and sandals, exposing multiple toe 
rings. Marianne wore one of her stretch satin T-shirts 
(white, loose-necked to expose ample cleavage) and a 
choker chain around her neck, while Hayley had on a 
spaghetti-strap baby-tee (royal blue, cropped halfway 
up her chest) and her lapis bracelet. 

We rode down toward the beach in my Grand Cherokee and 
spent a couple of hours eating and talking. Toward the 
end, when Hayley went off to the ladies room, I pulled 
the bill of sale for Marianne's Bug out of my back 
pocket. 

"Happy Birthday." 

She looked it over in awe, eyes watering, then looked 
back up at me. She took my hand and squeezed it 
tightly. 

"Thank you so much." 

"You're worth it." 

She looked back at the invoice, and her eyebrows shot 
up. 

"An *Alpine stereo*? How?" 

"It was a special order someone defaulted on. You got 
lucky." 

Her eyes closed and she wiped the tears out of them. 

"Oh, God. I can't believe you're really doing this." 

"It's done. Does Hayley know?" 

"No. I've been trying to think of a way to break it to 
her. She'll see right through the raffle story and know 
you got it for me, so I have to tell her." She laughed 
weakly. "I think I'm going to have to tell her tonight 
anyway. She'll know something is up when she comes 
back." 

I saw Hayley returning as she spoke, and her blonde 
eyebrows indeed creased in curiosity as she approached. 

"What's going on?" 

Marianne reached for her hand, taking a deep breath and 
sniffing back her tears. 

"Um, short stuff, look." She glanced at me. "This is a 
secret, so you have to swear not to tell anyone. 
Especially not Mom and Dad." 

Hayley's eyes bulged. 

"What? I won't, I swear." 

"Steve has gotten me like the best birthday present in 
the world. I tried to stop him from doing this, but he 
did it anyway." 

"What is it?" 

Marianne showed her the invoice, and after a few 
seconds of confusion, Hayley's face went white. 

"No way. No fucking way." 

She looked up at us, seeing the confirmation in my 
face. 

"Oh, my God. No way. How?" 

"I'm going to tell Mom and Dad I won it in a raffle at 
the mall." 

"And you think they'll *believe* that? No way!" 

"Why not?" 

"Because... because," she gasped, "because they can't. 
How can he buy you a *car*? You guys just met like two 
months ago!" 

Marianne glanced at me, smiling weakly. 

"I tried to talk him out of it. He wouldn't listen." 

Hayley's head rolled around dizzily. 

"God! I am so jealous I want to die! I can't believe 
this! A car!" 

"I'll let you ride in it. I figure we'll drive to 
school in it. But you can't tell Mom and Dad, okay? All 
kinds of shit will hit the fan if they find out the 
truth." 

Hayley gradually regained her equilibrium. 

"I won't," she gasped. "But... but... you guys, you 
have to let me keep, you know, coming over all, okay? 
Please?" 

Marianne rubbed her arm. 

"We will. We talked about it. It's okay." 

Hayley finally managed a smile. 

"Thanks." 

"No problem," I said. 

I paid the check, and we left shortly after that. 
Hayley continued periodically exclaiming, "A car! God!" 
on the way back until Marianne finally got her to chill 
about it. 

When we got inside the house, Marianne put her arms 
around my neck. 

"Let me show you how grateful I am." 

I felt Hayley pressing herself against my back. 

"Me, too," she said giggling. 

We worked our way up the stairs, pulling off random 
bits of clothing on the way. By the time we reached the 
bed, I was fondling two pairs of firm breasts. Marianne 
and Hayley climbed above me and took turns kissing me. 
I pulled them up a bit further to suckle their breasts, 
moving them around. As big as they were, Marianne's 
tits would swing back and forth a bit when she hung 
over me like this, but Hayley's didn't. She was so firm 
that her tits held their shape no matter how she 
positioned herself. 

As I sucked on four tits at once, I reached down and 
began fingering two blonde pussies. I slipped an index 
finger into both of them, trying to see if I could tell 
the difference. Hayley was a bit tighter, but that was 
it. Even getting two fingers into her was difficult, 
not that it was much easier with Marianne. 

I masturbated them both with my thumbs and fingers, 
continuing to suck on their nipples. They moaned at me, 
giggling, pushing their tits all over my face. 

I came briefly up for air, getting free from this great 
mass of mammarial flesh. 

"Let's see who comes first." 

They moaned in unison, and Marianne pushed herself back 
at my hand. Soon they were both humping my fingers as 
my thumbs worked busily over their clits. I noticed as 
they got more and more turned on that their reactions 
were almost identical. Marianne was slightly more 
expressive, but I thought I could put that down to her 
greater experience. They might not be twins, but it 
seemed to me that they had gotten about as much of the 
same DNA as two fraternal sisters could. 

What was even more interesting was that they seemed to 
be feeding off each other's arousal. One would moan or 
whimper and the other would do the same thing in 
response. In their eagerness to get me to suck on their 
tits, they were all but rubbing their nipples together. 

Marianne came first, but Hayley was right behind her. 
If you allowed for the fact that Marianne and I had 
much more of a sexual history than I did with Hayley, 
they might as well have come together. In any case, 
they both whimpered and bit at my ears, shaking and 
spasming into my hands. Then they withdrew and 
collapsed against me. 

Marianne lifted herself up a few moments later, 
smiling. 

"That was fun." 

"Yeah." 

She reached over and caressed Hayley's back tenderly. 
Hayley just snuggled against me, making the little 
contented noises I had gotten used to. 

"What do you want to do?" Marianne asked. 

"You decide." 

She grinned. 

"Okay, because I did have some ideas. I think tonight's 
lesson is going to be Anal Sex." 

Hayley's head shot up in surprise. 

"What?" 

"Come on. Don't chicken out. You told me you were 
thinking about it." 

"Yeah, but..." 

"Just try it." 

"We don't have to go all the way if you don't like it," 
I said. 

Hayley looked back and forth between me and her sister. 

"What do I do?" 

Marianne jumped up. 

"Let me do it." 

She ran into the bathroom and returned with the massage 
oil we used when she wanted it anally. Hayley watched, 
not moving. 

Marianne first set the oil down and crawled up the bed 
to take my erection in her mouth. Hayley sat up and 
joined her, and the two of them alternated on me for 
about a minute. Then Marianne withdrew. 

"Get on your hands and knees up by the headboard." 

Hayley complied, pulling a couple of pillows under her 
to brace herself. Marianne came up behind her and 
squirted some oil into her hand. She rubbed it between 
Hayley's cheeks, then poked into Hayley's butt with her 
index finger. I saw Hayley cringe a bit as she did it, 
but she didn't do anything stop her. As I watched, 
Marianne lubricated her sister thoroughly. Finally she 
turned and rubbed the oil all over my erection. 

"She's all yours." 

Marianne lay down beside us as I got behind Hayley. 
Hayley tried to stretch herself open as I approached. I 
could see her sphincter clenching and relaxing 
nervously as I placed the head of my cock between her 
butt cheeks. 

"Push back at him so you're stretched open more," 
Marianne said. "It makes it easier." 

Hayley tried to comply, and very slowly, I eased the 
head of my dick into her rectum. She gasped and 
squirmed as I slipped inside. 

"Oh, God." 

Marianne rubbed her back. 

"Just relax. Let yourself get used to it." 

She took Hayley's nearest hand and tried to push it 
between her legs. 

"If you play with yourself while he does it, it helps 
too." 

I felt Hayley tense up around me. 

"You mean--?" 

Marianne snorted. 

"Come on. I know you do it. So do I. So does everyone. 
There's nothing wrong with helping yourself along. 
Trust me, it will make it easier." 

Hayley moved her hand tentatively between her thighs, 
and I felt the tips of her fingers brushing against my 
balls. I withdrew slowly and began to fuck her ass. 
Marianne watched both my reactions and Hayley's, and 
before long, she was playing with herself too. 

Hayley was soon so consumed with the sensations that 
her apprehensiveness vanished. She pushed back at me 
with each thrust, trying to pull herself even further 
open. Her fingers worked busily in her sex as I pumped 
her firm cheerleading butt. Her other hand was braced 
against the headboard, opening and closing 
rhythmically. 

Marianne lay on her back beside her, fucking herself 
with two fingers. She licked her lips looking up at me 
and then reached toward Hayley with her free hand. She 
took a stiff nipple between her fingers and began 
tweaking it. 

Hayley moaned, moving faster, nearing orgasm. She had 
relaxed enough that I slid in and out of her easily, 
bottoming out in her bowels with each thrust. Her hand 
was a blur between her thighs. 

"Oh God... oh God... fuck my ass... fuck me, fuck, 
fuck, shit! Oh!" 

She went into convulsions under me, her sphincter 
pinching painfully down on my cock. The vibrations of 
her ass brought me swiftly to climax myself, and my 
last sight before I poured myself into Hayley's ass was 
her sister, hand halfway into her twat, shivering in 
orgasm beside us. 

I came so hard I might have passed out. In any case, I 
lost track of things until I realized Marianne was 
cleaning my detumescent dick with a wet washcloth. 
Hayley was out cold on her stomach beside me. I could 
see a streak of semen on her smooth, tanned, buttocks. 

"How was she?" 

"Great," I gasped. 

"That was so hot. So fucking hot. I came so hard it 
hurt." 

"Me too." 

She continued cleaning my dick until she was satisfied, 
then she took it into her mouth to get me back up. 
Hayley regained consciousness about a minute later and 
came up on her elbows to see what was going on. 

I ran my fingers through her hair, pushing it away from 
her face. 

"How you doing, Little Kit?" 

She smiled. 

"A little sore. But that was great. I had no idea it 
would feel so good." 

She lay across my chest and watched her sister working 
on my dick. I continued caressing her and playing with 
her hair. I pulled Marianne off after a few minutes. 

"Enough of that. Come here." 

She came up and kissed me as I fondled her big tits. I 
pulled her up further to suck on her nipples, but she 
was rather swiftly sitting on my face and riding my 
tongue. Hayley took her place at my dick, sucking on me 
while I ate her sister. 

I took Marianne's tight cheerleading butt in my hands, 
pulling her to my mouth. I forced my tongue as far into 
her as I could get it, fucking her with it while I 
worked my lips against her clit. Hayley was bobbing 
avidly on my erection now, but the added stimulation 
just made me lick Marianne more eagerly. 

Marianne braced herself against the wall, whimpering 
and twisting over my mouth. I spun my tongue around and 
around her clit the way I knew she liked while I 
caressed her buttocks. She stood it for only another 
minute before backing down and squatting over my dick. 
Hayley held it up for her, positioning me, and Marianne 
swallowed me up with her tight pussy. 

She spread herself open, arching her back and letting 
herself settle as far down as she could. I felt myself 
probing more deeply into her than I had perhaps ever 
been. Marianne whimpered softly as if in pain, gripping 
her big tits in her hands. 

No wanting to be left out, Hayley came up beside me, 
wanting to take her sister's place on my mouth. I let 
her, but had her turn around to face Marianne. The two 
of them leaned together, heads on each other's 
shoulders, and began riding me. 

I lost myself in them after that, fucking one and 
eating the other, reaching up to grope at random 
breasts. Not long into it, I encountered a hand on 
Hayley's left tit and realized that Marianne was 
tweaking her nipples as I was trying to do. Hayley 
didn't seem to mind, and I contented myself with 
playing with Marianne. But suddenly Hayley was pushing 
my hands out of the way to fondle Marianne in return, 
tweaking and pinching her nipples as Marianne was doing 
to her. 

I couldn't take much more of this, but it was too soon 
after fucking Hayley to come. I fucked up at Marianne 
roughly, and she pounded herself down at me just as 
hard. Hayley's hips were rapidly rolling up and back 
over my mouth, pushing down so far I almost couldn't 
breath. One of them cried out--I couldn't tell who--and 
soon the other was shrieking with her. As near as I 
could tell, they came as one, Marianne spasming around 
my dick, Hayley shuddering over my tongue. I gave 
Marianne a few last spastic thrusts and erupted into 
her tight teenage pussy. 

Hayley fell forward across the bed, leaving her legs 
tangled up with arms. Marianne fell onto my chest, 
still moving slowly over my aching dick. I lay half-
dead on my back. 

Marianne laughed weakly, not lifting her head from my 
shoulder. 

"Shit. Shit," she gasped. "I wanna do that again." 

"You'll kill me." 

She came up now and kissed me. 

"I love you," she said softly. 

"I love you too, Kitten." 

She bit my ear happily, purring. 

"Meow. Meow, meow, meow." 


CHAPTER FIFTEEN 
---------------

Marianne's eighteenth birthday was on Wednesday. Since 
I was still an unknown quantity to her family (with the 
exception of Hayley), I was left out of the primary 
celebration of her majority. Marianne explained to me 
how she had had Giselle call her house pretending to be 
an official from the "raffle" and delivering the news 
of the new car. The Bug itself arrived Thursday 
afternoon to much shrieking and screaming. I watched 
the scene down the street from a second floor window of 
my house but stayed out of it. 

On Friday night, Marianne told her parents that she was 
going out (in her new car) to celebrate her birthday 
with her friends, although she was really going out 
with me. She arrived at seven-forty-five dressed in a 
pale blue slip dress. From the fit of the thing, it 
didn't look like she was wearing a bra, but her big 
tits seemed under control nonetheless, so I decided 
that she had stick-ons or some strapless contraption 
under it. Ivory nylons and pumps completed the look. 

She gave me as big a kiss as she could with ruining her 
makeup. 

"Hi, babe." 

"Kitten. How's the car?" 

She smiled. 

"It is *so* cool. You can't imagine how phat it is. I 
get dizzy just driving it around. And it has the most 
totally awesome stereo." 

"You ready to go?" 

"I'm driving, right?" 

I laughed. 

"Of course." 

She bounced back out to the driveway and got into the 
Bug. I climbed into the passenger seat and took in the 
interior. It really was very nice, typical Teutonic 
styling--neat, clean, modernist lines without a lot of 
useless gadgetry. 

Marianne turned on the ignition, and some deafening 
techno-punk music came blasting out of eight speakers 
at once. My hands shot over my ears involuntarily, and 
Marianne reached for the volume, turning it down about 
thirty decibels. 

I rubbed my ears and stretched my jaw. 

"Ouch." 

"Sorry. But this really is a great stereo." 

The lead singer was screeching something like 
"everything he lacks he makes up in denial." 

"What is this?" 

"The Offspring." 

"Never heard of them. Who are they?" 

"A punk band. This is my totally fave song." 

"I was into punk rock in college. I guess things have 
changed." 

"That was what, 1970-something?" 

"I graduated in 1980. Punk back then was the Sex 
Pistols and the Dead Kennedys." 

"Some people still listen to the DKs. They've got this 
song that's like 'I'm 
too drunk--" 

"'To Fuck,' right. We used to play that thing just 
endlessly." 

"It's a cool song." 

I reflected for a moment that I was dating someone who 
hadn't even been born when I got out of college. Her 
parents hadn't even been married when I lost my 
virginity to Mary Jo Beadman in 1975. I wondered what 
had ever happened to her. 

Marianne reached the entrance to our neighborhood. 

"So where are we going?" 

"Down the hill toward the beach. We have reservations 
at Bernardo's." 

Her face lit up. 

"Phat. I've never been there. Is it good?" 

"Some of the best Italian food you'll find south of San 
Francisco." 

I knew, of course, that Marianne was quite fond of that 
sort of cuisine. She got us to Bernardo's just before 
eight, and the valet took her Bug. She gave it a last 
lingering glance before taking my arm and following me 
inside. 

The maitre d' welcomed us as we entered the foyer. 

"Mr. Chandler, so nice to see you again. And this 
lovely young lady must be the guest of honor tonight." 

He summoned a waiter. 

"Everything is as you requested. Please enjoy your 
evening." 

I tipped him twenty bucks as we entered the restaurant, 
and the bill disappeared into his coat pocket as if 
nothing had occurred. The waiter led us to a table in 
the corner, overlooking the beach. He helped Marianne 
into her seat and then me into mine. He handed us the 
menus and then withdrew. 

Marianne looked around the restaurant, still a little 
in awe. 

"You've been here before?" 

"I come here fairly often on business. So they know who 
I am." 

"It must be nice to have people kiss your butt all the 
time." 

I laughed. 

"It's only because I'm a regular here. There are plenty 
of places in town where we could be treated like peons 
if you'd like that better." 

I felt her toe stroking my leg. 

"No. This is great." 

The waiter returned with a bottle of Roederer, which he 
opened and served without a glance at Marianne. He ran 
through the evening's specials and then left again to 
let us decide. 

Marianne regarded her champagne for a moment and then 
took a sip. 

"Wow. This is really..." 

She struggled for the right description. 

"Dry," I offered. 

"Yeah." 

"That's how it's supposed to be. The champagne you may 
have had before was probably a lot sweeter." 

"Sweeter, and kind of nasty. But this is good." 

"I hope so. It doesn't get much more expensive than 
this." I lifted my glass and tapped it to hers. "Happy 
Birthday." 

She took another sip and giggled. 

"It's going to my head." 

"Enjoy it. It's your birthday." 

Her toe continued to stroke my leg. 

"I have some surprises for you, too. But you'll just 
have to wait." 

Marianne settled on the Veal Marsala, and I got the 
Lobster and Crab Ravioli. The food was excellent, as 
always, and we spent two hours eating and flirting with 
each other. Bernardo's had a strolling violinist on 
Friday and Saturday nights, and when they brought out 
our desserts, he came over and played with the waiters 
when they sang "Happy Birthday." 

Marianne was a bit tipsy from the champagne by the time 
we were done, so she gave me the keys to her Bug as we 
left. 

"Do you have anything else planned?" 

"Just home," I said. 

"I don't want to go home yet. Can we go somewhere else, 
just to sit and talk some more?" 

"In the car or out?" 

"I don't care." 

The valet brought up the Bug, and as I listened to the 
Offspring chanting about some girl with "issues," I 
drove us down the beach to a public park on the cliff 
above the surf. "I wish you wouldn't call me daddy when 
we're gettin' it on," they sang, and I gave sincere 
thanks that I didn't seem to have that problem. 

The temperature was still in the seventies, but I gave 
Marianne my coat anyway. We walked out to a bench 
overlooking the ocean. Marianne took my hand and leaned 
against my shoulder. 

"We're legal," she said after we had been sitting 
together for a few minutes. 

"Yep." 

"I've been thinking." 

"About what?" 

"I need to tell my parents about you. Some time. I 
don't think there's anything to be ashamed of now." 

"What do you think they'll do?" 

"My dad will go postal. My mom, I don't know. She's 
always kind of leaned on me to 'date responsibly,' 
whatever that means. She never liked Randy. I don't 
know what she'd make of you. She's the same age you 
are." 

"What can they do, at this point?" 

"Throw me out of the house. I don't know if it would 
come to that, though." 

A chill ran down my spine as I thought of such a 
confrontation. 

"I don't want you to have to make that choice." 

"I already have. If they want me to go, I will." 

I kicked myself internally as I realized that Marianne 
had thought this through further than I had. But (not 
that it was a very difficult decision), I knew I would 
take her in if I had to, since I would be the reason 
her parents threw her out. Yes, I had been thinking 
marriage, kids, old age together, but I was thinking of 
that for the future, once Marianne had left for college 
or at least graduated. Not while she was still in high 
school. 

She snuggled against me. 

"Take me home." 

On the drive back, I took the opportunity to stroke 
Marianne's leg. She purred as I did, sliding down the 
seat a little. I felt up under her dress, and she 
opened herself further. Thereupon, I discovered--oh 
ho!, I thought to myself--that she was not wearing 
nylons, as I had assumed. The sheer fabric gave way to 
a border of lace, and then her bare thigh. 

She grinned. 

"Surprise number one." 

I probed a bit further, and discovered that the 
stockings (hold-ups, apparently) were her sole lower 
undergarments. My fingers soon reached a prickly nest 
of trimmed pubic hair and the hot flesh of her sex. 

"Number two?" I asked. 

"Mmm-hmm. But there's another." 

I explored for a few moments, not finding anything 
different. Marianne just looked at me slyly. 

"You won't find it that way." 

I played with her for a moment, getting her to 
lubricate enough to slip my middle finger into her an 
inch or two. 

She gasped softly, gritting her teeth. 

"That's nice. Don't stop doing that. But you're still 
looking in the wrong place. You're close, though." 

"Now I'm really intrigued." 

She took my wrist in her hand, holding me in place. 

"You'll have to wait. Keep doing that." 

I worked my finger into her as I drove home, removing 
it only when I had to shift gears. Marianne stretched 
herself back into the seat as I played with her, 
getting wetter and hotter. She liked me to keep a 
finger inside her and rub my palm against her clit, so 
that was what I did for a few minutes. Her eyes were 
closed and her breath came hot and heavy in the close 
confines of her car. Her hand remained tight on my 
wrist, squeezing it rhythmically. I sped my movements 
when she began to whimper and twist slowly in her seat. 
Finally her hand clamped tightly on my arm, and she 
shuddered in orgasm. 

I kept my finger inside her after she came, slowly 
probing into her tight wetness. She purred but remained 
still until we reached my house. 

She hopped out of the car, backing up towards the door 
with her hands clasped behind her back. 

"Are you dying of anticipation now?" 

"Close." 

She opened the door and continued up the stairs. 

"I really hope you like this." 

"Let's see it, whatever it is." 

When she reached the bedroom, she stopped me. 

"Wait. Don't look. Let me get these off. They're about 
the least sexy things in the world." 

She made me turn away, but I saw her reach into her 
dress and remove the stick-ons she had apparently been 
wearing on her breasts. She tossed them behind her, and 
her big tits now bounced unrestrained under the fabric. 
She smiled at me. 

"Okay. You can see it now." 

I slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, 
and it slid down her body to the floor. As it slipped 
off, her left hand came up and covered something at her 
hip, which momentarily distracted me from her delicious 
form, naked except for the ivory stockings. 

She paused for a moment in apprehension, then moved the 
hand away, revealing her last surprise. 

Just below her bikini line, on the left side, was a 
fresh tattoo of a little ginger kitten. It could only 
have been a day or two old--probably done on her 
birthday, I thought, since that was the soonest she 
could have done it on her own--and the word "Meow" rose 
from its grinning face. 

"Do you like it?" 

I dropped down to examine it. I was touched, more than 
I would have thought before I saw it. 

"It's about the sweetest, sexiest thing I've ever 
seen." 

She beamed at me, eyes growing moist. 

"Because I'm your kitten." 

I rose from my squat and took her in my arms. 

"Yes, you are." 

She pressed herself against me, and I kissed her for a 
few moments. 

"Has anyone else seen it?" 

"Ashley and Giselle went with me on Wednesday when I 
had it done. I showed it to Hayley last night. That's 
it." 

"What did she think of it?" 

"What do you think? She wants to get one herself now." 

"Which I guess she can't t do." 

"No. And I'd kill her if she did. You belong to me, 
even if I'm letting her borrow you sometimes." 

I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid her 
on the mattress and stripped rapidly out of my clothes. 
Marianne lay on her back watching me and smiling. I 
crawled up between her stockinged thighs to look at the 
kitten again. The artist had somehow gotten a 
mischievous expression on its face, even though it was 
scarcely an inch high. Like the Cat who ate the Canary, 
I thought--not to mention eating a few other things. 

I bent to her pretty blonde twat and began licking her 
gently. She was still wet from my attentions in the 
car, and I soon had her moaning and writhing on the 
bed. She put her thighs on my shoulders and humped 
herself at my mouth. I kept looking at the kitten, 
thinking how damned sexy that thing was, a notice 
posted just above her sex that it--and the rest of her-
-belonged to me. A kitten and her pussy. Meow, meow, 
meow. 

I ate her like my life depended on it. 

She came in a rush, shrieking and almost throwing 
herself from the bed. I gave her no mercy, holding her 
tight cheerleading butt to my mouth. Her hands clawed 
at my head, seeking some respite, but they were soon 
gripping my hair and holding me in place. Her second 
orgasm heaved from her body like an epileptic seizure, 
and her feet drummed on my back so hard they sent 
momentary spasms of pain down my spine. 

She came a third time after I had been eating her 
furiously for almost five minutes. Now she finally 
forced me from between her thighs, gasping for breath, 
still twitching and shuddering. Her hands remained 
tight claws on my shoulders, holding me off. Slowly, 
she relaxed and melted back into the bed. I crawled up 
beside her and took her in my arms. 

"I love you, kitten." 

She could manage only a weak moan, but she moved softy 
against me. I let her rest for a few minutes before 
rolling her on her back again. When I crawled between 
her thighs, she laughed quietly. 

"You're not letting me do anything for you." 

"It's your birthday. Be happy." 

I slid forward into her effortlessly, as wet and ready 
as she was. She lay on her back and let me make love to 
her, moving smoothly with my thrusts. I worked myself 
against her in the ways I knew she liked, keeping my 
cock deeply inside her. She gasped as I bottomed out, 
hugging me tightly. 

"I love you. I love you." 

I bent myself down and took a nipple in my mouth, 
sucking it hard as I continued to fuck her. When I had 
one nipple stiff and wet, I moved to the other. 
Marianne held me tightly, moaning and whimpering at 
what I was doing to her. Her legs were wrapped closely 
around mine, and the smooth fabric of her stockings 
slid against me as we thrust at each other. Her hands 
moved rapidly over my back and buttocks, squeezing and 
pinching as if they had minds of their own. I looked 
down at her, watching the flush of impending orgasm 
spreading over her chest. 

Her eyes had lost their focus in her fog of arousal, 
and they rolled dizzily around. A low shudder began in 
her abdomen, spreading upward, across her chest, and 
her back slowly arched and her teeth clenched, eyes 
tightly shut and head rolled back into the pillow as a 
long feline whine escaped her throat. Then her hips 
began hammering up at mine, and I watched as this 
seizure, something too profound and fundamental to be 
called an orgasm, coursed through her body. It peaked, 
she let out an agonized cry through her teeth, and then 
fainted dead away. 

That had never happened to me before, and for a moment 
I was a little worried. Then her eyes slowly as she 
panted for breath. 

"Whoa. Wow. Shit." 

She hugged me, and I kissed the sweat from her brow. 

"What did you just do?" 

"I'm not sure. But I gather you liked it." 

She whimpered, kissing my neck. 

"Just come. Come in me. I can't take any more of this." 

I moved in her slowly, and about ten seconds of 
deliberate thrusts were enough to get me off. Marianne 
held me close, doing her best to help. 

I stayed inside her until I was completely limp and 
slipped out on my own. Marianne refused to release me, 
holding tight on my neck as I rolled off. I drifted off 
to sleep beside her, knowing it wasn't the wisest thing 
to do, but no longer much caring. 


CHAPTER SIXTEEN 
---------------

Nothing much happened the next week or so, during which 
Marianne made clear to me that she was now the envy of 
all her friends, and not entirely because of her new 
car. Only a few of them knew the truth of where she had 
gotten it, but apparently much of her class knew that 
she was dating someone quite a bit older than she was, 
and that he was buying her all sorts of presents. In 
the back of my mind, I couldn't help but wonder how 
long it would take for this news to filter back to her 
parents. Not that I could do much about it now. 

On Thursday, I came home to find Marianne in my office, 
logged in with my account on America Online. I bent 
down and kissed her cheek. 

"What are you up to, Kitten?" 

"Just browsing around." 

I noticed that she was reading an Internet newsgroup 
that seemed to be filled with sexually oriented posts. 

"That looks like more than browsing around." 

She grinned. 

"It's a story group." 

"Sex stories?" 

"Right. See, I've been thinking that what we've been 
doing would make a killer story." 

A chill shot down my spine. 

"You're not going to announce all this to the entire 
world, are you?" 

She laughed. 

"No. I'd do it anonymously. Besides, who would believe 
all this? But it would be cool just the same." 

"I'm not much of a writer." 

"I know, I want to do it. But I don't think I'd do it 
from my perspective. There's too much stuff like that 
already. I was thinking I could write it from yours." 

"Mine?" 

"Yeah. I think that would get a lot of people's 
attention. I bet it would be popular. I already have 
the title picked out." 

I kissed her forehead. 

"Whatever. Just don't get me in trouble." 

I went down to the kitchen for a beer, and she appeared 
a few minutes later. 

"Anyway. I was talking to Hayley. She wanted me to ask 
you if we could go to her game tonight." 

"Tonight?" 

"The J.V. squad. She cheers for them, remember?" 

"Oh, yeah." Then I had a thought. "This isn't another 
commando mission, is it?" 

She grinned evilly. 

"Does that turn you on?" 

"Don't joke about stuff like that." 

"I told Hayley about that night. She was totally stoked 
about it." 

She watched the horrified look on my face for a second 
or two and then laughed. 

"God, you get embarrassed so easily. No, she's not 
going to do that. She's not brave enough. She just 
wants you to come and watch her." 

"Who else will be there?" 

"Not my folks, if that's what you're thinking. Hardly 
anybody I know, to be honest. Probably just the parents 
and other underclassmen." 

"Okay. What do you have in mind?" 

"I'll go get her in about half an hour, then we can 
drive back over to school." 

I went upstairs to change clothes. I was down to my 
boxer shorts and rooting through my closet when I felt 
Marianne embracing me from behind. She pressed her big 
breasts against me, feeling my stomach. 

"We're going to be late if you keep that up." 

She giggled softly. 

"I couldn't resist you." 

One hand on my stomach slipped under the waistband of 
my boxers and found my dick. She began to stroke it 
gently. 

"Now we're really going to be late." 

She stopped jerking me off and just hugged me. 

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you." 

"What?" 

I tried to turn around, but she stopped me. 

"Just let me say this before I lose my nerve. But you 
have to promise me you won't take this the wrong way." 

"I'll try." 

She was quiet a moment or two. 

"That first afternoon that I came over... the magazines 
and all... do you remember that?" 

I tried to keep my voice level. 

"Yes." 

"That was bullshit. I wasn't selling magazines. I just 
wanted to meet you." 

My head swam for a second, and I struggled with this 
revelation. That meant... well... what the hell did it 
mean? 

"Really." 

"Yeah. I didn't intend to do it with you that 
afternoon, that's not what I mean. I'd just seen you 
now and then, driving your Mercedes up and down the 
street with the top down. I wasn't sure what it was you 
did. One day it occurred to me that you were pretty 
cute. But you had always been 'the rich guy at the end 
of the street,' you know, pretty much out of reach. 
That afternoon, I was sitting around the house feeling 
bored, and I thought, 'How could I go meet him?' I just 
happened to see the brochure from when we were raising 
money this summer, and I figured that would work." 

We had remained how we were, with Marianne leaning 
against my back. I reached up and held her hands, which 
were still on my stomach. 

"How did we end up having sex then?" 

I couldn't see her, but I could sense her smiling just 
the same. 

"You wanted to see my tits, remember? It never struck 
you as weird that I didn't slap you or something? That 
I just ripped my top off instead?" 

"I have to admit I wondered about that." 

"It was because I was thinking, 'Whoa, this guy 
actually likes me.' I was so wired I wasn't really 
thinking straight. And when I got home, I kept looking 
at that check and not believing what I had just done. 
It all happened so fast I almost couldn't believe it, 
except there was that check. For the next day or so, I 
just went around in a daze. I kept thinking about what 
we did, and how much fun it had been, even if it hadn't 
lasted very long. And, I don't know, the money just 
made it that much more exciting. That was why I came 
back the next night. And why I kept coming back. Not 
because of the money. Because being with you was so 
exciting. So much more than doing anything with Randy." 

I took a deep breath. 

"Well, I'm glad." 

"So, I'm not a hooker. I'm just me, and I love you." 

Now I forced my way around to face her. Her face was 
lined with tension. 

"I never thought of you that way. Honestly. I don't 
know what I was thinking, but I never looked at it like 
that. Not with you. I've told you that." 

She laid her head on my chest and hugged me tightly. 

"Thanks." 

"I love you, Kitten. That's all that matters." 

"I love you, too." 

She let me finished getting dressed and then went home 
to get Hayley. They reappeared in Marianne's Bug a few 
minutes later. Hayley was in the backseat in her 
uniform, which looked the same as Marianne's except for 
a little "J.V." stitched into the fabric over her left 
breast. 

"Hi, Steve." 

"Little Kit." 

She rubbed my shoulder. 

"Thanks for coming." 

"No problem." 

Marianne drove us to school, and Hayley soon ran off to 
join her friends on the J.V. squad. Marianne and I got 
a seat near the front to watch her. I kept an eye out 
for weird looks from the other spectators, but noticed 
nothing. I thought, with no small feeling of irony, 
that everyone would no doubt assume Marianne was my 
daughter. 

I bought some peanuts and two drinks from the vending 
stand and rejoined Marianne. She laid her head on my 
shoulder, nuzzling me quickly. 

"Thanks." 

"It's not a football game without peanuts." 

The game started soon thereafter, though I spent more 
time watching the cheerleaders than the football. The 
J.V. squad was not, shall we say, as pulchritudinous as 
the varsity girls, and Hayley was far and away the 
prettiest of the group. She waved at me once but 
otherwise stuck to her job. 

"Hayley really likes you," Marianne said a few minutes 
later. 

"I know." 

"I mean, she *really* likes you. I'm talking boyfriend 
territory. She's begun talking about all this like 
she's your junior girlfriend." 

"Is that a problem?" 

"It might be, eventually. Not with me, but with other 
people. She's not... you've probably noticed this 
already... she's not the most mature person in the 
world." 

"She's fifteen." 

"Exactly. I've been trying to get a few things across 
to her, about how I'm just being nice to her about 
this, but I don't know how much is sinking in." 

"She's not jealous of you?" 

"No. Not at all. But she does think of herself as part 
of this unit now. Not just Steve and Marianne. To her, 
it's Steve, Marianne, and Hayley." 

"Oh." 

"Right. And I don't know where she's going to go with 
this." 

"Disregarding all of the moral and legal issues, do you 
have a problem with it?" 

"No. I've told you that. However weird it might sound, 
I really don't mind having her around as long as she 
understands that I'm number one. Which, so far, she 
seems to. I'm just worried that she's going to say 
something to someone about this without meaning to. 
Nobody else knows about you and her. Not even the other 
girls on the squad. I've never told any of them." 

"Okay." 

"And it really drives me crazy sometimes, because if 
she were eighteen, I think I would just say, 'Fuck the 
world. I'm having fun here and I don't care what anyone 
thinks about it.'" 

"Which you can't do." 

"No. And I hate that." 

I thought for a few moments. 

"What if you told the other girls? How would they 
react?" 

She twisted her mouth pensively. 

"I don't know. Giselle wouldn't give a shit. Ashley 
probably wouldn't care either. Tiffany... I'd rather 
leave out of it. She's really distanced herself from us 
since that night." 

"But Hayley knows about them?" 

"Oh, yeah. I've told her all of that." 

"Maybe if you told them about Hayley... brought her 
into this little group... she might better understand 
the need for discretion. She would have people to talk 
to about it besides you. She wouldn't feel any burning 
desire to tell anyone else." 

Marianne bit her lip. 

"Huh. You know, that might just work." 

"Even if we're giving the group stuff a rest for now. 
Bring her into the cabal." 

She nodded. 

"Okay. I will. I think that's a good idea. I'll tell 
Giselle and Ashley, but not Tiffany. Hayley can sort of 
take Tiffany's place. I think they'll actually like 
that. From what I can tell, I think they're sort of 
pissed at her anyway, for behaving the way she has 
been." 

"That's too bad. I liked her." 

Marianne shrugged. 

"I think she'll get over herself eventually. But I'm 
thinking maybe I can fuck with her a little if she 
decides she wants back in." 

"How?" 

She just grinned. 

"Let me worry about that." 

At halftime, I went looking for a place to take a leak. 
Having found (on my prior visit) the field restrooms to 
be too crowded and poorly maintained for my taste, I 
went across the field into the school. When I exited 
the men's room, I turned the corner into the hall and 
ran right into Hayley. 

"Oops--hey." 

She put her arms around my waist and grinned at me. 

"Hi." 

I took her hands, intending to free myself, but she 
refused to let go. I looked around us in apprehension, 
but saw that the school appeared deserted. 

"What are you up to, Little Kit?" 

"I was waiting for you." 

"I can see that. Why?" 

"Come here." 

She let go of my waist but took my arm and pulled me 
toward a nearby classroom. I followed her, at least to 
see what she wanted. She opened the door and pulled me 
inside the darkened room. The look in her eyes pretty 
much told me what she had in mind. 

"Marianne knows. She said it was all right." 

"I'm more worried about getting caught." 

She pulled me toward the teacher's desk and then sat in 
the middle of it on the blotter. 

"We won't get caught, jeez. Let me explain." 

"Okay." 

"This room belongs to my English teacher. I hate her. 
Last week she gave me detention for being thirty 
seconds late because this other teacher wanted to talk 
to me after class. She wouldn't cut me any slack even 
after I had the other teacher talk to her." 

"So you want to have sex on her desk?" 

She grinned. 

"Yeah. Don't you think that would be cool?" 

I glanced toward the door. 

"Steve, come on. We don't have to do anything wild. 
Besides, the longer we stand here discussing it, the 
bigger chance we have of getting caught." 

She tugged on the waistband of my jeans, looking up at 
me entreatingly. I gave in at that point, and bent down 
to kiss her. She was soon unbuttoning my jeans and 
digging into my boxers to find my dick. I pulled her 
uniform top over her breasts and took them into my 
hands. We continued kissing as I tweaked her nipples 
and she stroked my stiffening cock. Then she pushed me 
back a bit and bent to take me in her mouth. She sucked 
on me rapidly, swirling her tongue around the head and 
glans as I continued to play with her breasts. 

She lifted her head and replaced her mouth with her 
hand. 

"Does that feel good?" 

I grunted, nodding, and she returned to oral 
attentions. I stopped caressing her tits and took her 
blonde head in my hands, feeling her bobbing up and 
down. I glanced again at the door, listening for anyone 
in the hall. 

Finally I pulled her off. Grinning and trying to keep 
from giggling, Hayley leaned back and reached under her 
skirt to slide off her bottoms and panties. Then she 
put her legs around my waist and pulled me forward. 

I slipped into her easily, as tight as she was, and she 
wrapped herself around me. I felt all those tight 
cheerleading muscles gripping me as I moved rapidly 
within her. Hayley sat up to kiss me, and I used my 
free hand to play with her firm tits. At this angle, 
she was almost suspended on my dick, and I lifted her 
up a bit to increase the friction, rocking back and 
forth to rub myself against her. She whimpered, pulling 
me closer and biting at my shoulder. 

I reached under her skirt, taking that hard cheerleader 
butt in my hands. Her little feet rubbed against my ass 
and thighs, trying to get my further inside her. I 
began to lose my grip on the risks we were taking as 
all my attention was drawn to that hot, wet, and oh-so-
tight pressure around my erection. Hayley continued to 
moan and whimper against me, running her hands up my T-
shirt and digging her nails into my back. 

Finally, a quiet shudder ran through Hayley's body, she 
let out a little squeak, and she bit painfully at my 
shoulder. I felt her spasming around me, and I looked 
down myself fucking this hot little fifteen-year-old 
blonde, still dressed in her disarrayed cheerleading 
outfit as she shuddered in orgasm. I gave her another 
four or five rapid thrusts and squirted off deeply 
inside her. 

As the energy of this coupling drained from us, Hayley 
leaned back on the desk, and I leaned forward over her, 
feeling the hard pressure of her tits against my chest. 

I caught my breath as quickly as I could and withdrew. 
Hayley sat up halfway but stayed on the desk. She 
looked down at herself, grinning. I followed her gaze 
and realized that she was getting all my come to run 
out of her onto this poor teacher's desk. 

"Uh." 

She giggled. 

"This will be *so* cool. I bet she won't even know what 
it is right away." 

Hayley backed up wiping herself clean and then wiping 
her fingers on the blotter. Then she hopped off the 
desk, being careful not to get any semen on her 
uniform. 

She came up on her tiptoes and kissed me. 

"Thanks. That was great." 

She shoved her uniform bottoms and panties into my 
jeans pocket and ran out of the room, giggling. By the 
time I got out to the hall, she was too far away to 
stop. 

I returned to the stands just as the game was getting 
underway. Marianne was waiting with a sly smile on her 
face. 

"Where were you all this time?" 

"I was detained." 

"Uh-huh." 

She leaned against me and kissed my neck. 

"You knew?" 

"She asked." 

"Okay. Did she mention this too?" 

As discreetly as I could, I showed her Hayley's uniform 
bottoms. Marianne's eyebrows shot up. 

"Oh, shit. She didn't. Not right after..." 

She looked out at the field, where Hayley had rejoined 
the squad. She regarded us with a triumphant grin on 
her face. 

"Oh, my God!" Marianne whispered. "I don't believe her! 
She just--I mean you--" 

"Right." 

"God! She's crazy!" 

Marianne was soon battling hysterical convulsions of 
laughter, and losing. I tried to maintain my composure 
lest some of the other spectators think something was 
up. 

The game began, but all I could do was watch Hayley 
leading the cheerleaders, knowing that her freshly 
fucked pussy was naked under that short skirt. Once, 
after a particularly vigorous cheer, I even saw her 
reach down and wipe at her thigh. I was too far away to 
see for sure, but almost certainly she was trying to 
clean off a few last drops of come she hadn't gotten 
earlier. Beside me, Marianne kept looking at her sister 
and dissolving into fits of giggling. I could tell that 
Hayley was enjoying our reactions immensely. 

When the game was over, I took them home, and we were 
soon up in the bedroom. Marianne helped Hayley out of 
her uniform and then smacked her on the butt as soon as 
she was naked. 

"Ow!" 

Hayley rubbed at the reddened spot and looked at 
Marianne in confusion. 

"That was for upstaging me like that. I can't *believe* 
you! Right after you--Jesus! You were doing cheers with 
cum running down your legs!" 

Hayley just grinned at her, then at me. Marianne pushed 
her down on the bed and returned to where I was 
standing. 

She pulled off her top and bra and closed with me. I 
took her big tits in my hands as I kissed her, moving 
her around and feeling the weight. She pulled off my T-
shirt, and we took each other's jeans off together. 

She dropped to her knees in front of me, taking me 
deeply into her mouth. I held her blonde head in my 
hands and looked up at Hayley. She was playing idly 
with herself, two fingers casually exploring her folds 
as she watched us. Marianne moved over me in long 
smooth strokes, pressing me against the back of her 
throat until she began to gag, then pulling back to 
massage the head with tongue and lips. 

I pulled her off and led her to the bed. She lay beside 
Hayley, and I marveled again at how much they resembled 
each other. Not as twins, but as older and younger 
versions of the same model. 

I crawled between their legs and put one hand in each 
blonde pussy. I slipped my middle fingers into each of 
them, and used my thumbs to play with their clits. 
Marianne's kitten tattoo had largely healed, and though 
I knew she had already vetoed the idea, I kept thinking 
how hot it would look if Hayley got something to match 
her. 

Hayley purred softly as I played with her, rolling her 
hips against my fingers. Marianne watched me, and an 
odd look came into her eyes. 

"What?" I asked. 

"I can see something weird in your face. Something you 
want to do with us." 

"I'd like to eat you both at once. If we could make it 
work." 

She looked over at her sister and played with Hayley's 
hair. 

"Mmm. I like that idea. Come here." 

As I lay on my back near the headboard, Marianne had 
Hayley kneel over my face with her back to the wall. 
She kept one knee down and lifted the other to place 
her foot behind my shoulder. Marianne put her knee down 
next to Hayley's foot and placed her foot next to 
Hayley's knee in a reverse of the same position. I 
stuffed a couple of pillows under my head, and by 
having Hayley lean back against the head board and 
Marianne push her hips forward, I had two blonde 
pussies pressed together over my mouth. I buried myself 
in this wet flesh and began to eat. 

I had enough room underneath them to stick two fingers 
into each girl. I probed between them with my tongue, 
flicking at two clits at once. They pressed down 
against me, moving their hips to open themselves 
further, stretching out those toned cheerleader thighs. 

They were soon both moaning and writhing above me as I 
ate and finger-fucked them both at once. When they 
occasionally pulled their hips apart, I could see up 
between them, seeing two pairs of big tits bumping and 
rubbing against each other. Marianne had her head 
thrown back, though she hung onto the headboard behind 
Hayley. Hayley had her arms spread wide along the back 
of it, back arched, abdomen heaving and thrusting at my 
tongue and her sister. 

As they had the last time, they seemed to feed off each 
other's arousal. Both of them were incredibly wet by 
now, fluids running out onto my hands as I probed at 
them. I pulled them closer, getting one clit on each 
side of my tongue, getting them almost close enough to 
touch. Marianne was humping my fingers as I ate her 
now, and Hayley was doing her best, though she was 
unable to move as much in her position. 

One cried out, then the other, hips thrashed over my 
mouth, and they came as one. I ate them furiously, my 
tongue a blur over their clits. Marianne suddenly threw 
herself backwards, freeing her body from my assault. 
Hayley lifted up and fell forward across me, resting 
her head on my thigh. Marianne lay on the other side, 
face buried against my neck. I caressed this pile of 
adolescent flesh and let them catch their breath. 

Marianne recovered first, pulling herself closer to me. 

"Meow," she said softly. 

"Kitten." 

"I liked that." 

"I could tell." 

She moaned against my shoulder. 

"Mmm... wanna fuck?" 

I rolled her on her back and slipped into her easily. 
She lay calmly under me, doing nothing but wrap her 
arms around my waist and her legs around mine. I kissed 
her deeply, penetrating her from two directions. I 
pushed more deeply into her, and she opened her legs, 
letting me bottom out against her cervix. She groaned 
as I pressed the last bit of myself into her. 

I heard a girlish giggle next to us and looked over to 
see Hayley watching. 

"Marianne?" 

"What?" she gasped. 

"Do you think Steve has a big dick? It seems big to me, 
but I have nothing to compare it to." 

Marianne burst into laughter around her arousal, then 
hugged me tightly. 

"Yes. Yes." 

Hayley giggled again, and I went back to making love to 
her sister. Marianne seemed more passive than usual, 
for whatever reason, and her climax took me by 
surprise. She began to squeeze me more tightly, then 
arch her back. I opened my eyes to see a rictus of 
agonized pleasure gripping her face, and then felt her 
tight twat spasming around my cock. Then, all at once, 
her body heaved against me, lifting off the bed with a 
sharp cry. This tidal wave of passion was so sudden and 
intense that I lost control myself, flaming into orgasm 
inside her. I grunted, spurting off into her with 
everything I had. 

I rolled off Marianne as soon as I could, lying between 
her and Hayley. They snuggled against me, one fitting 
under each arm. 

"I love you," a quiet voice said. I almost answered in 
turn before I realized that it was coming in the wrong 
ear. 


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 
-----------------

Marianne was retaking the SAT's that Saturday, so I had 
the day to myself. I was watching football in the den 
when I saw Hayley appear in the backyard, apparently 
having come around through the side gate. She came up 
and knocked on the rear door. I waved her in. 

"Hi. Is it okay if I use the pool?" 

"Go ahead." 

"Thanks." 

She closed the door, and I watched as she stripped out 
of her shorts and top, revealing a yellow string 
bikini. Her bikini top soon hit the cement, and she 
spent a few minutes carefully oiling her chest, giving 
me a glance or two, smiling, as she did. That was 
enough to distract me from the football game. 

I got a fresh beer for myself, and another one for her, 
and went outside. She lay on her back, firm breasts and 
rosy nipples pointing toward the sun. 

"Are you going to lay out?" 

"No. I was thinking we need to have a little talk." 

I could see the concern filling her pretty blue eyes. 

"This is about the other night?" 

"Yes." 

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Everything just felt so 
good and so right and... I'm sorry." 

I reached out and caressed her hair. 

"Nothing is wrong. I'm just worried about Marianne's 
reaction." 

"I'm not trying to break you guys up, honest. It's just 
that I like you so much. I've never felt this way about 
another guy, even if you're so much older than me." 

She looked up at me, eyes moistening. I reached for 
her, and a moment later she was in my lap, hugging me, 
head on my chest. I didn't know what to say to her, so 
I just held her. She let go of me a minute or two 
later. 

"I'm sorry I'm being like this. I understand how it 
is." 

"It's all right." 

She climbed off my lap and returned to her sun bed. 

"Little Kit, look... this is going to sound terribly 
patronizing, but try to think about a few things. 
You're only fifteen, and you've only just started 
having sex. It may be that you just need to find a 
little perspective." 

She nodded, not looking at me. 

"You think I should have sex with someone else?" 

I gritted my teeth. What is it about teenagers that 
they can turn the most straightforward logic on its 
head? 

"That isn't quite what I meant, but I guess perspective 
is where you find it." 

"No. You're right. I've been thinking about this. I 
should be doing it with someone else, like Marianne 
is." 

That sent a shock down my spine. 

"Like she's *what*?" 

Hayley's eyebrows went up in confusion at my distress. 

"With the other girls. On the squad. Right?" 

I fought to still my pounding heart. 

"Oh. Yeah. For a second, I thought you meant--" 

Hayley laughed. 

"Another *guy?* As if. She doesn't even look at other 
guys anymore. No, what I meant was that I was thinking 
of maybe seeing if I'm bi like she is. Just trying it. 
Maybe that would give me some perspective." 

I struggled with myself again, seeing what I had 
probably just precipitated. I started to say something 
like, "You should only do things you feel comfortable 
with," but I stopped myself when I realized how stupid 
I would sound under the circumstances. Besides which, I 
recalled a similar conversation with Marianne. Best to 
let these things alone, I thought. 

"Anyway," Hayley went on, "you know that Marianne told 
Ashley and Giselle about me, right?" 

I nodded. 

"She mentioned it to me." 

"And both of them are bi... so I was just thinking, you 
know? Why not take advantage of that? When else could I 
find out without causing a lot more trouble?" 

I took a swig of beer to help me formulate a proper 
response. I stared across the backyard at the big 
liquidambar tree in the corner, wondering--and not for 
the first time--how I had gotten into a situation like 
this. 

"Normally, I think you would have some indication... 
some inclinations of some sort... before you did 
anything." 

She was unswayed by my reasoning. 

"Marianne said she didn't know until she did it." 

"Well, yeah, but..." 

"What?" 

I found myself laughing softly. 

"Do what you want. Don't let me stop you." 

She grinned. 

"Phat. So can I go call them?" 

"Ashley and Giselle?" 

"Yeah. Can they come over?" 

With Marianne gone? I wasn't sure how she would feel 
about this. I looked at my watch--it was three-twenty, 
and she would be back pretty soon. Presumably I could 
keep them all out of bed until she returned. 

"Go ahead." 

Hayley hopped off her sunbed and ran for the cordless 
phone I kept by the barbecue. I went inside and 
returned to the football game, listening with one ear 
to her talking to Giselle, then Ashley. About ten 
minutes later, she came back inside, still topless, and 
dropped to her knees a few feet away from me. I took in 
the alluring disarray of her sun-kissed blonde hair and 
the perfect teardrop shape of her naked breasts, and I 
had to force myself not to leap off the couch and 
ravish her where she was--which she would certainly 
have let me do. 

She caught the look in my eye anyway. 

"They're coming over in about an hour. I figure 
Marianne won't be back for a while either." 

I laughed softly. 

"Little Kit, a man can only take so much. I'm sorry." 

She giggled. 

"Do you like Marianne's tat?" 

"Very much." 

"It looks so cool. I wanna get one too. But she said 
she'd kill me if I did." 

"You're underage. Finding a place to do it might prove 
difficult." 

"Couldn't you pretend to be my dad? How would they 
know?" 

"I think they might wonder why I was letting my 
fifteen-year-old daughter get a tattoo below bikini 
line." 

"I don't want to do it there. I want to get it on my 
butt." 

"I don't think that would be much better. What do you 
want to get?" 

"Just a cat face. Not exactly like hers. Have you seen 
those stickers of like a Siamese cat head? Something 
like that." 

"Ask her. Work it out between the two of you." 

"But would you?" 

"If Marianne doesn't mind." 

"Cool!" 

She jumped forward and hugged me. Again, I had to 
resist the urge to play with those wonderful tits of 
hers. 

As it happened, Marianne returned before Ashley and 
Giselle showed up. Hayley had by then returned to the 
pool. Marianne lay down on top of me, blocking the TV 
screen, and kissed me. 

"Kitten." 

"How long has she been here?" 

"A couple of hours." 

She looked down at me slyly. 

"Have you behaved?" 

"It's been difficult, but yes." 

She stretched out, snuggling with me. 

"How was the test?" 

"Ugh. I'm brain dead. But I think I did better than 
last time." 

I explained about Hayley's multiple ideas. She seemed 
to care more about the second one. 

"Would you really help her get a tattoo?" 

"I was really just humoring her. I know how you feel 
about that." 

"I'll think about it. I don't know." 

She stayed on the couch with me until the doorbell 
rang. 

"That's probably Giselle and Ashley." 

"What are we going to do tonight?" 

"I'm a little intrigued by what Hayley is going to do. 
So don't worry. Whatever happens, happens." 

"What about our discussion about limiting the group 
stuff?" 

"I'm suddenly in the mood for some dyke action. Unless 
you mind." 

"No. I guess not." 

Giselle and Ashley had arrived with their bathing 
suits, and the four of them were soon lounging half-
naked (or completely so) around the pool. I contented 
myself with admiring all this teenage pulchritude and 
left them alone. Something utterly male occurred to me 
as I was watching them a bit later: I had all four bra 
cup sizes represented in my backyard--A (Giselle), B 
(Ashley), C (Hayley), and D (Marianne). I wasn't about 
to say anything, but it made me grin nonetheless. 

Eventually, it began to get dark, and we ordered a 
couple of pizzas for dinner. Afterwards, the five of us 
went back out and climbed into the jacuzzi. Giselle had 
brought along some dope, and the bong began 
circulating. Marianne remained next to me, under my 
arm, while Hayley sat between Giselle and Ashley. 

Hayley seemed nervous at first, though her eyes were 
glazed over from the pot. I felt Marianne playing idly 
with my dick under the water, and I glanced over at 
her, loving the way her big tits floated in the suds 
around us. 

When I looked back, I saw--with some not-so-mild shock-
-that Giselle was kissing Hayley. She had leaned 
completely around and was now frenching her eagerly. 
One hand came up out of the water and began playing 
with Hayley's breasts. Hayley remained where she was, 
not resisting any of it. Ashley just watched them, 
smiling. 

Giselle came up for air after about a minute, and 
though Hayley's face and chest were deeply flushed 
(whether in embarrassment or arousal I couldn't tell), 
she did not seem upset. She gave me nervous grin. 

Then Ashley bent over and took Giselle's place, kissing 
Hayley tenderly and tweaking her nipples. Hayley 
reached up to hold Ashley's arm, but otherwise did 
nothing. 

Marianne was now stroking my erection more 
purposefully, and she leaned in to lick my ear. 

"Is this getting you hot?" 

"Yes." 

She purred in my ear, then submerged, lowering her head 
to my lap. I felt her taking me in her mouth a moment 
later. Giselle saw her do it and laughed, reaching out 
with her foot to feel what Marianne was doing. 

Ashley stopped kissing Hayley and leaned back to look 
at us. She giggled, then nudged Hayley. 

"Sit up on the edge." 

Hayley complied, lifting up out of the water. The two 
girls closed with her on either side, each one taking a 
firm breast in her mouth. Hayley gritted her teeth as 
she looked at me, still nervous but obviously very 
turned on. 

Marianne surfaced for air and inspected the situation 
briefly. Then she submerged again. Her attentions were 
strangely affecting, because she couldn't do as much as 
she could with a normal blow job. The friction was 
changed, and she couldn't move as freely. But the 
novelty of what she was doing was enough. 

Giselle now lowered herself further, sinking between 
Hayley's legs. Hayley let out a little cry when Giselle 
began to eat her, and grabbed at Giselle's head. Ashley 
continued suckling Hayley's wonderful tits, all the 
while tweaking the nipple she wasn't sucking on. 

Marianne surfaced again, took a breath, and submerged. 
Hayley's eyes were locked on mine, as if she were 
trying to draw me into her experience. She held both 
girls close to her, whimpering and writhing against 
them. Giselle and Ashley switched places, and Giselle 
rose up to kiss Hayley. Hayley responded this time, 
sliding her arm around Giselle's neck. 

I knew Ashley had more experience than Giselle did, and 
I could tell Hayley was quickly discovering this fact. 
She leaned back, pumping her hips at Ashley's face. 
Giselle climbed out of the water and behind Hayley to 
support her. As Ashley ate Hayley eagerly, Giselle 
kissed her and played with her tits from behind. 

Meanwhile, Marianne was rapidly getting me off, bobbing 
and sucking as best she could underwater. I groped at 
her, finding her big tits floating free in the water, 
squeezing them. She responded by moving even faster. I 
watched Hayley closely, watching for the signs of her 
impending orgasm. Her legs began to shake around 
Ashley's head, and she arched her back against Giselle. 

Both hands went to fists in Ashley's red hair. As I saw 
her start to shudder in climax, I lost it myself, 
spurting off into Marianne's mouth. She sucked up my 
sperm insatiably, gulping it down as it came. I felt 
her pumping out the last bits with her fist, and only 
then did she finally surface for air. 

She rose up, pressing herself against me and hugging 
me. 

"How was that?" 

"Great," I gasped. 

I looked past her shoulder to see Hayley embracing 
Ashley and Giselle. The two older girls giggled to each 
other at what they had done and helped Hayley back into 
the pool. 

We rested for a few minutes before heading inside and 
up to the bedroom. The girls dried each other off with 
much giggling and laughter, and the five of us were 
soon lounging on my bed. 

With Hayley resting against me, the other three girls 
turned to each other. Marianne gave me a smoldering 
look and crawled across the bed on her hands and knees, 
moving like a cat. She looked at Giselle, licking her 
lips, then dove forward to kiss her. They frenched each 
other roughly for a few seconds before Marianne 
withdrew, then darted forward to lick and nibble at 
Giselle's breasts. She glanced at me once, smiling, but 
continued. 

She curled herself around, still on all fours, and bent 
to lick at Giselle's neatly trimmed pussy. Giselle 
arched her back, giggling, but let her do it. Marianne 
licked her eagerly, almost fucking with Giselle with 
her tongue, all the while glancing over to check my 
reaction. 

With Marianne thus occupied, Ashley and Giselle came 
together at the top of the bed. They kissed and fondled 
each other as Marianne ate Giselle. Ashley was soon 
squatting over Giselle's mouth, and Giselle cupped 
Ashley's buttocks in her hand as she licked up at her. 

Hayley came to life at this point, sliding up to kiss 
me. I played with her lovely tits for an all-too-short 
moment, and then she was down between my legs, sucking 
on my still aching dick. Marianne watched this 
development, grinning at me as best she could while 
still licking Giselle rapidly. She seemed to want to 
join us somehow, and a moment later, she did. 

Hayley was down next to her now, and Marianne reached 
up between her legs, stroking her gently. Hayley looked 
around to see who was doing it and then gave me a 
nervous glance. But she stayed where she was and let 
Marianne continue. 

Marianne was not quite fingering her sister--she was 
really just stroking idly between Hayley's thighs, 
playing with her. All five of us were connected now, 
Ashley to Giselle to Marianne to Hayley to me, even if 
it was too soon for me to get much out of it. Giselle 
suddenly began thrashing in orgasm from what Marianne 
was still doing to her, and Ashley joined her a few 
seconds later. She threw herself to the side, ending up 
across my chest, and Marianne rose up from between 
Giselle's thighs. Hayley watched all this but continued 
trying to reawaken my dick. 

I ran my fingers through Ashley's hair, and she lifted 
up a little to kiss me. I probed at the stud in her 
tongue, and she responded by sticking it into my mouth. 
I felt Marianne joining Hayley, and the two them worked 
on me diligently. I played with Ashley's little breasts 
for a few seconds before I felt Hayley and Marianne 
giggling. I looked up to see Giselle at the end of the 
bed, alternately licking and fingering the two of them. 

The sight of all this finally restored my erection, 
which Marianne and Hayley sucked on eagerly. Then 
Marianne withdrew. 

"I just realized something." 

"What's that, Kitten?" 

"Giselle is the only one of the four of us who you 
haven't fucked in the ass." 

Ashley let out a shriek of laughter, and I glanced down 
toward Giselle. Her eyes had widened in apprehension, 
but she didn't seem repulsed. 

"Guys, fuck... I don't know about that." 

"Come on, girl," Ashley said, still laughing, "you have 
to. All the rest of us did." 

Marianne hopped off the bed and ran for the massage 
oil. Ashley went to Giselle, pulling her toward the 
bed. Hayley had continued to suck me, but watched all 
this eagerly. 

"It's not as bad as you think. You just have to relax. 
I'll help you get off if you want." 

"How?" 

Ashley returned to the bed and reversed herself. She 
reached for Giselle and got her to crouch above her in 
a sixty-nine position just as Marianne appeared with 
the oil. Marianne squirted some into her hand and began 
lubricating Giselle's butt just as Ashley pulled her 
down and began licking up at her. 

Giselle clenched her teeth, moaning. "Oh fuck! Oh 
fuck!" 

Marianne gestured to me, and Hayley finally let go of 
my cock. I slid to the end of the bed, and Marianne 
applied a generous dose of oil to my erection. I stood 
behind Giselle. Ashley's head was between her knees, 
and she gave Giselle a long lick, exposing the stud in 
her tongue and wiggling it against Giselle's clit, 
before grinning up at me. 

"Hi." 

Marianne took my dick and guided it into Giselle, whose 
back was arched in anticipation. She cried out at the 
first contact, throwing her long chestnut locks back 
over her shoulders. I pushed forward gently, slipping 
into her. I felt her sphincter relaxing, clenching 
around me, then relaxing again. 

She grunted, gasping for breath. 

"Shit! Fuck!" She let out a guttural cry of arousal and 
disorientation, pushing herself back at me. 

Underneath us, Ashley was licking eagerly up at her 
girlfriend. Marianne returned to the bed beside the two 
of them, sliding back against the pillows and headboard 
to watch us. Hayley remained at the foot, closest to 
me, and leaned around to watch what I was doing. 

Giselle squatted down further, stretching herself open 
as I hit bottom. I moved in her slowly, letting her get 
used to this invasion and letting Ashley warm her up 
from below. Giselle's hips began to rock between the 
two of us as she lost herself in this new experience. 

I looked back at Marianne, seeing that she was playing 
with herself as she watched. Hayley was still beside 
me, but she lay back down on her side, propping her 
head up on her elbow. She had ended up between 
Marianne's knees, and she looked back and forth between 
me and what Marianne was doing. 

I closed my eyes, feeling myself plumbing the depths of 
Giselle's bowels, pressing against her hard cheerleader 
butt. Her buttocks spread further as I pushed into her, 
and I heard her grunting again. I sped my movements, 
and Giselle responded in kind, moving her hips faster 
over Ashley's tongue. 

I looked back at Hayley and Marianne, and my eyes 
widened at what I was seeing. Hayley hadn't moved from 
her spot near the end of the bed, and she continued to 
watch me, but her left arm had come up to help Marianne 
get off. Marianne was still frigging herself, and 
relatively speaking, Hayley was scarcely touching her. 
Her hand simply rested on Marianne's thigh. Only her 
thumb was really doing anything, sticking out to stroke 
Marianne's clit. She grinned at me nervously, and I 
looked up at Marianne. She licked her lips, leering at 
me, too aroused to do anything else. 

I thrust at Giselle more roughly now, and she let out a 
hoarse cry. I could see Ashley below us, still licking 
rapidly up at Giselle. Giselle began to shudder, 
shaking in my grip, and was soon shrieking in arousal 
through her clenched teeth. Ashley lifted up to get 
closer at her and slipped two fingers into Giselle's 
thus-far ignored pussy. 

That was enough to push Giselle over the edge, and her 
sphincter bit down hard on my dick. I thrust against 
the pressure anyway, burying myself into her, and 
forced my cum into her bowels. She fell forward and I 
went with her, burying Ashley underneath us. I glanced 
over just in time to see Marianne shuddering in orgasm 
herself. Hayley was still there, finishing her off with 
a busy thumb. 

We rested for a while after that, and Hayley appeared 
with a wet washcloth to clean me off. It seemed to me 
that she had gotten the least amount of attention 
tonight, so I pulled her up above me to kiss her. She 
let me, giggling, and then crawled up further to 
present her wonderful tits to my mouth. As the other 
three watched, I brought Hayley off with tongue and 
fingers few minutes later. 

When Hayley climbed off my head, Marianne crawled into 
my arms, and -- honest to God -- I somehow dozed off 
with four naked teenagers still in my bed. Marianne 
nudged me awake, however long I had been out. 

"You're missing this." 

I tried to get my bearings and looked around the room. 
Giselle was lying next to me, and, lo and behold, 
Hayley was down between her legs, licking gently away. 
Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be trying to 
concentrate entirely on what she was doing. Ashley was 
propped up on one arm watching, and she glanced over at 
me once, smiling. 

I was too tired to do anything but watch. Giselle 
writhed slowly on the bed, pinching and pulling on her 
nipples. Hayley's tongue dipped and fluttered around 
her clit, and if she seemed somewhat tentative, I could 
tell it was more from inexperience than reluctance. 

Marianne nuzzled my neck, purring. 

"I knew this was going to happen," she whispered. 

"What do you mean?" 

"It's always been like this. Whatever I'm into, Hayley 
wants to tag along with. I should have known it would 
be the same way once she started having sex." 

I snickered, watching Hayley bringing Giselle off. 
Giselle began to roll her hips at Hayley's face, and 
Hayley licked at her more rapidly. Finally, a long 
shudder ran through Giselle's abdomen, and she pushed 
Hayley away, still twitching and shivering. Hayley sat 
back on her knees and wiped her mouth quickly. She saw 
me watching and grinned. 

"Let her get the tat," Marianne said softly. "Just as 
long as it's not the same as mine. She's part of this 
now." 

I hugged her. 

"Whatever you want, kitten." 


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
----------------

Marianne and Hayley had some family function to attend 
on Sunday, so I didn't see the girls again for a few 
days. Marianne came by on Wednesday, and after an hour 
or so in bed, told me how she and Hayley had been 
discussing her tattoo. With the possibility suddenly 
open, Hayley was now having some second thoughts. But 
Marianne later called me Thursday night to tell me it 
was on. 

"So, I was thinking we could all go out tomorrow night 
and do it." 

"The three of us?" 

"Right. We can go back to the same place I went to. 
It's pretty clean. Nothing sleazy at all." 

"You really think this will work? What if they want to 
see some ID?" 

"How about if we pretend to be your stepdaughters? 
Would that work?" 

I laughed. I had been using that idea often enough so 
far. 

"It's worth a try. Worst they can say is no." 

"Phat. Anyway, I was thinking." 

"What about, Kitten?" 

"Would you care if I got a belly ring? To go with the 
tat?" 

I thought about that for a moment and realized that I 
liked the idea. 

"A basic one, right? Nothing big and obnoxious?" 

"Right. Not a big stud. A little gold ring." 

"I think that would look hot." 

"Okay. I haven't decided, but I'm thinking about it." 

She and Hayley were waiting for me when I got home the 
next day. For once, Marianne left her Bug at home and 
let me drive. We went to dinner first, at the same bar 
& grill we had gone to the night I got Marianne's car. 
The tattoo parlor was down by the beach, near the 
University, and by the time we got there, the place was 
packed with students milling around watching the 
action. Only a few people were getting worked on, 
though, and I got the attention of one of the artists 
after we had been there a few minutes. 

"My stepdaughter wants to get a tattoo." 

He looked Hayley and me over for a moment. 

"She's underage?" 

"Right." 

"You have to sign a form first." 

"No problem." 

He dug around behind the counter until he found the 
requisite form, which I filled out and signed. I 
wondered if I was committed a crime by doing this, but 
if I were, it was certainly less serious than 
everything else I had been up to lately. 

Hayley produced the design she wanted, a cartoon cat 
sticker I had often seen decorating the back windows of 
other people's cars, wherever it came from. She 
explained how she wanted something much smaller but in 
the same motif. 

The artist led us behind the counter and had Hayley sit 
in a contraption that looked like an upright weight 
bench, facing away from him. She loosened her jeans and 
exposed the spot where she wanted the tat. Marianne and 
I stood with her as the artist finished the 
preparations. 

Hayley let out a little squeak of pain when he started, 
squeezing my hand tightly. Marianne brushed the hair 
back from Hayley's face, looking down in sympathy. 

"I told you it was going to hurt, short stuff." 

Hayley whimpered, closing her eyes. 

"Did you decide about the belly ring?" I asked. 

Marianne grinned. 

"Yeah. I want to get it. Is that okay?" 

"Sure." 

Luckily for poor Hayley, she had picked a simple 
design, and the artist was done in about ten minutes. 
It looked pretty cute, and Hayley twisted around to 
examine it as best she could when he held up a mirror 
for her. 

"What do you think?" she asked me. 

"Looks great." 

"It looks good," Marianne said. "I like it." 

The artist bandaged her up, and Hayley pulled her jeans 
over the square of gauze. She winced when she buttoned 
them up and pulled the waistband a bit higher. Marianne 
tried to comfort her again, hugging her with one arm. 

"Okay. I want to get the belly ring," Marianne told the 
artist. 

After she displayed her driver's license, he 
repositioned the bench and had her lie down on her 
back. She picked out the ring she wanted, and after 
disinfecting her navel, he slipped the ring into a 
piercing gun. Marianne closed her eyes and held my hand 
tightly. She jerked once, squishing my hand, when the 
artist shot the ring into place. Then she sat up to 
examine it. 

She giggled. 

"That looks so cool." 

It did, and it gave a definite "bad girl" cast to her 
otherwise wholesome blonde beauty. I realized as I 
looked at her that it didn't really change how she 
looked as much as it brought out more of her real self. 
Marianne *looked* a lot more straitlaced and normal 
than she really was, and now that she was legally an 
adult, I suspected that she was taking the opportunity 
to express herself more than she could have previously. 

The artist explained about maintaining the piercing 
until it healed, and then I paid him for the two 
operations. We left for home at about ten. Hayley 
squirmed in her seat the entire way back, unable to get 
comfortable with a new tattoo on her butt. 

We regrouped in the den, and I gave them both a couple 
of Advil to deal with the pain. Hayley finally pulled 
off her jeans and lay on her stomach on the floor. 
Marianne squatted in front of the TV and began digging 
through my collection of videotapes. 

'What are you doing, Kitten?" 

"I feel like watching a porno." 

Hayley perked up at this. 

"You have pornos?" 

"He has a bunch. You wanna watch one?" 

"Sure." 

Not waiting for my opinion, the two of them sifted 
through the stack of tapes for about a minute before 
selecting one of those slick Andrew Blake films. 
Marianne slipped it into the VCR and then lay back 
against me on the couch. Hayley stayed on the floor but 
scooted up as close to the TV as she could get. 

We had been watching the movie for about half an hour 
(shortly after Hayley observed, "This has, like, no 
plot at all. It's just sex." "That's the stuff this guy 
makes," I explained) when the doorbell rang. Whoever it 
was then began pounding on the front door. 

"What the fuck?" Marianne said. 

I stopped the tape and got off the couch. Marianne 
followed tentatively about ten feet behind me, with 
Hayley hiding behind her. I looked out the peephole. It 
was some kid, but the light was off and I couldn't see 
anything else. 

I turned on the light and opened the door. I then saw 
who it was, and realized instantly what was going on, 
but Marianne, as it happened, was the first one to say 
anything. 

"Oh, Jesus!" she exclaimed in disgust. "Randy, what the 
fuck are you doing 
here?" 

He was drunk, and if the smell of liquor on his breath 
was not enough of a tip-off, he held a half-empty 
bottle of Jack Daniels in his fist. For some reason, it 
wasn't anger I felt at that moment, but pity. 

He staggered, pointing his finger at me. 

"You think you're so fucking great with all your money. 
I know you're just using her. You don't love her like I 
do. She'll figure that out one day." 

I shook my head, but again Marianne responded before I 
could. 

"Randy, Jesus Christ. You loved fucking me, that was 
all. You loved showing me off to all your friends. All 
I was to you was a piece of arm candy." 

Marianne had come up to within a few feet of the door, 
but Hayley, apparently realizing the diceiness of this 
situation, had disappeared back into the den. 

Randy spluttered. 

"I loved you, goddamnit. I did. And now I have to 
listen to everyone at school talking about him, 
laughing at me behind my fucking back. All because I 
don't have money like he does. Well, I'm going to be 
big some day! You're going to fucking regret dumping me 
for him!" 

"You're not going to do it behaving like this," I said. 

He swung his finger back around at me again. 

"You just shut the fuck up! I don't have to listen to 
you!" 

Marianne laughed in his face. 

"You're so pathetic, Randy. If you think I'd ever come 
back to you after this, you're even dumber than I 
thought." 

His nostrils flared, and he panted for breath a few 
times. 

"How can you say that after what we had?" he blubbered. 
"You just lose it to me and move on? Was that all it 
was?" 

She laughed even harder now. 

"Randy, sorry, but that was bullshit. You weren't my 
first. I just told you that because you were so uptight 
about being a virgin." 

His face reddened. 

"Okay. I get it. You just fuck your way around town, 
huh? I was just a pit stop." He glared at me. "You 
just wait. She'll do the same thing to you when she 
gets sick of you. Just watch." 

"I think you'd better go now," I said. 

"Yeah. I'll go. I'm gonna tell everyone what a fucking 
whore your girlfriend is." 

*That* was enough to finally piss me off. I took a step 
toward him, and he staggered back down the porch. 
Marianne grabbed my arm before I got any further. 

"Steve, don't. Don't listen to him." 

She glared down at Randy, who was now trying to keep 
from falling into the hedge along the walkway. 

"You go ahead, Randy. You tell people whatever you 
want. I'll tell them how you showed up here all drunk 
and pussy-whipped begging me to come back to you. Who 
do you think is going to look worse?" 

I wasn't so far out of high school as to be unable to 
envision what a story like that would do to Randy's 
standing among his male friends, whatever he chose to 
say about Marianne. I couldn't help grinning slightly. 

Randy stood fuming on the walkway for a few seconds. 
Marianne stepped to the edge of the porch and waved her 
arm toward the street. 

"Get out of here, dammit! Before I have Steve call the 
cops." 

"Call the fucking cops! I'll tell them what you've been 
doing with him." 

Marianne scoffed. 

"I'm eighteen now, or did you miss that one? They won't 
do a fucking thing besides arrest you for being drunk 
and underage." 

Randy gave her, and me, a final glare, and stumbled 
back down the driveway. I watched until he was gone. 
Marianne drifted into the house, rubbing her forehead, 
and I shut the door. 

"Shit. That *asshole*." 

I hugged from behind. 

"You think he'll cause trouble at school?" 

"I doubt it. What can he do? He's already been talking 
shit about me anyway. Everyone knows he's just upset 
because I dumped him for you." 

I saw Hayley emerging from the den, still in her T-
shirt and panties, distress marring her pretty face. 

"Is everything okay?" 

"It's all right," Marianne said. "It was just Randy 
being a baby." 

She took my hand and led me upstairs. We lay down and 
she lay alongside of me. Hayley lay on the other side 
and snuggled under my arm. 

"How's your butt?" I asked her. 

"Still sore. I don't think I'm in any shape to do 
anything tonight." 

I hugged her. 

"It's not a problem." 

She sat up. 

"I think I'm just going to go home. I'm kind of tired. 
Is that okay?" 

Marianne rolled on her back. 

"Be careful when you get home, short stuff. If Mom 
finds out about that tat, all kinds of shit will hit 
the fan." 

"I know. I will be." 

She kissed me goodbye and then left. Marianne stayed 
next to me on the bed. When Hayley was gone, I rolled 
on my side and kissed her, reaching up to play with her 
big tits. She returned the kiss for about a minute 
before pushing me back. 

"Do you remember what I said about Tiffany last week?" 

"Refresh my memory." 

"How I said I wanted to fuck with her if she decided 
she wanted back into this?" 

"Oh. Yeah." 

"Well, she does. She's been getting all chummy with me 
again this week. I told her I didn't want her back over 
here if she thought she was too good for us, and she 
kind of threw a hissy fit." 

"What are you going to do?" 

"What I thought of doing is making her my sex slave for 
one night. Just to push her buttons. See how badly she 
wants this. Would you like that?" 

My eyebrows rose slightly. 

"Sex slave how?" 

"Just tie her up a little, blindfold her, make her go 
down on me. Nothing really serious. Maybe spank her a 
little. That kind of stuff." 

I laughed. 

"Where is this coming from?" 

"I just thought it would be cool. Do you wanna?" 

"If she's willing. Not if you're coercing her somehow." 

"I won't be. I'll just tell her what's involved and 
what she has to do. I think she'll do it. She's always 
been sort of into that Goth, S&M kind of thing, you 
know? You've seen all the piercings she's got. She did 
those fucking things herself, can you believe that? She 
pierced her own fucking clit." 

"She told me. When?" 

"Tomorrow night? I'll call her in the morning." 

"Works for me." 

We recoupled, and I began undressing her. When I had 
her down to her panties, I paused to look her, taking 
in the effect of her new belly ring. She slipped her 
panties off to expose the kitten tat and lay there 
grinning up at me. Her stomach was smooth and athletic, 
and the ring drew my gaze from her beautiful breasts 
down toward her pretty blonde twat. The ginger kitten 
winked at me on the way down. 

"Do you like it?" 

"You're the sexiest thing on Earth. I mean it." 

She smiled. 

"I want to tell you something. Just in case you're 
still thinking about Randy." 

"I'm not." 

"Just let me say this. Randy did not love me, never 
mind what he said tonight. He's just too dumb to know 
that. Randy never looked at me like you do, like you're 
doing now. It was all drooling and hard-ons with him. 
He had no patience at all. He never saw *me,* not the 
way you can. I think all he ever saw was my tits." 

"I'm sorry." 

"This is why I love you, not because you've given me 
all this stuff. You make me feel safe and protected. I 
know you care about me, the real me. Randy didn't. I 
always felt like I had to defend myself from him on 
some level, you know, because he never gave much 
thought to what I wanted. You do." 

"I try." 

"No, you do. You really do. I know I can trust you. 
I've never really felt like that about anyone else. And 
I will never do to you what I did to Randy, like he 
said. Never." 

I caressed her face, looking down into her big blue 
eyes. 

"I know that, Kitten." 

"Because I love you more than anything." 

I bent down to kiss her, and she put her arms tightly 
around my neck. She writhed against me, pulling me 
closer. I wasn't completely undressed yet, but she made 
short work of the few clothes I had left. She whimpered 
through her nose as we kissed, almost hurting each 
other with our mouths. She grabbed for my erection as 
soon as it was exposed, and I crawled above her, 
slipping into her easily. 

She wrapped herself around me, holding tight, moving as 
I moved. We continued kissing, sucking at each other 
from two directions. I rolled over, pulling her on top 
of me. She pulled up her knees to sit on me, then 
reared back, gripping her breasts in her hands. She 
moved her hips back and stretched her thighs out to the 
side, letting me probe even further inside her. I 
thrust up, lifting her up on my cock. She groaned, 
rocking herself back and forth as she twisted her 
nipples slowly. 

She rode me in a steady rhythm, and I held myself up 
for her, caressing her thighs. Her motions became less 
controlled and more spasmodic as she neared her 
release, jerking and humping at me. A series of 
convulsions began to wrack her body, and she thrashed 
uncontrollably over me, finally throwing herself 
forward with a sharp cry and spraying her long blonde 
hair all over my face. 

She let out a little whimper, still twisting over my 
erection. 

"Now you." 

She fell slowly to the side, and I rolled back on top 
of her. She spread herself open for me, urging me in as 
deeply as I could get. I felt myself bottoming out 
against her cervix, and she shuddered at the contact. 
She was so wet and ready now that would scarcely have 
felt her were she not also so tight. She squeezed 
herself, pinching the base of my cock. I withdrew 
slowly, relishing the wonderful feel of her, then 
plunged back in. 

I fucked her with long, slow strokes, trying to control 
myself, until my balls were aching with sperm. I sped 
my thrusts, and Marianne suddenly spiked up at me, 
digging her nails in to my back and came again. I 
released the brakes now, hammering into her as the cum 
began to boil at the base of my cock. I let out a grunt 
just as her orgasm was subsiding, and shot what must 
have been a gallon of sperm inside her. 

We lay together, holding each other, for a while 
afterward. We said nothing, but little seemed to need 
saying. We made love again a bit later, and then she 
went home. 

Continued in part two...

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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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