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The Guarantee
by Frank McCoy (mccoyf@hotmail.com)

***

A boy's coming of age story. He gets to CUM of age with 
multiple girls, young and old in a litany of sexual 
escapades like you could only dream of. (MFmfg, 1st, 
ped, inc, orgy, preg)

***

Chapter 1: The set-up
=====================

My big sister looked at me in disgust. "Boys!" she said, 
"Sometimes I wonder! Why aren't you going out tonight, 
instead of sitting here on your dead-ass watching TV? I 
sure don't spend Friday nights moping around the house, 
when there are so many members of the opposite sex out 
there just waiting for me. Why don't you get a date?"

I looked up at my big sister from the couch. Yeah, sure. 
SHE had no problem getting dates. My big sister may not 
be the prettiest girl in the 10th grade, but she 
definitely was the sexiest... at least to me, she was. 
For sure she never had any trouble getting dates. 

At 17, Lonnie was not only beautiful; but in bra and 
panties, as she prepared for her own date, she was a 
teenager's wet-dream; with beautiful mounded breasts, 
long brown hair that hung halfway to her waist, and 
nicely curved hips that just made your peter ache to 
feel what was between them. Not to mention a smooth flat 
belly that made you just ache to kiss her navel. Lonnie 
had a whole string of boyfriends coming around, and 
hadn't missed going out on a Friday or Saturday night in 
as long as I could remember. 

I don't know if she "put out" or not, (That was HER 
business.) but she never seem to have any unhappy 
boyfriends; not even those she was no longer seeing. I 
wondered how she did it. Right now, she was currently 
seeing THREE different boys, seemingly on rotation, and 
I had never heard an argument from any of them. At the 
moment, she was getting ready to go out with Frank 
Georges. He wasn't an extremely handsome guy, like SOME 
of Lonnie's dates, but he wasn't all that bad-looking 
either. 

What he DID have was personality, like most of those 
that my big sister dated. Heck, even I liked him. Which, 
(believe it or not) made me even grumpier. It just 
wasn't fair, that my big sister with her looks and 
sexiness could get almost any guy she wanted, while I 
couldn't get laid if I paid for it... not that I would.

Three times that night, I had called different girls, 
and all three had dates. I had also tried during school, 
with no better luck. It seems that "nerds" like me, 
weren't high on the list of desirable dates.

"Yeah," I said bitterly, "and who would that be with... 
Betty-Lou Harris?... I'd rather be alone." Not that 
Betty-Lou was all THAT bad looking, in spite of the joke 
going around about "I wouldn't take her to a dogfight, 
even if she had a chance to win." 

She just wasn't very good looking. Slightly big front 
teeth, and coke-bottle glasses made a bad first 
impression. Her body wasn't all that bad, if you liked 
them a little bit plump. Still, she wasn't the type of 
girl you even thought about asking for a date. Maybe I 
had been missing a bet. Too late now though, after what 
I just said to my big sister.

"You might be surprised," said Lonnie, enigmatically. 
"What's the matter, Little Brother, can't get a date?"

I didn't even bother to answer.

"Did you even try?" she pressed.

"Three times, and three no's," I answered bitterly.

"The trouble with you boys, is you don't know who or how 
to ask," said Lonnie.

"Easy for YOU to say, with a body like that," I 
responded. "You can get any guy you like to go out with 
you, and you don't even have to give him a good time, 
either."

My big sister seemed simultaneously pleased by the fact 
that I thought she was beautiful, and annoyed at the 
fact that I seemed to think she might be a poor date. 
"Nobody ever complains about having a lousy time when 
they go out with me," she asserted.

True. Lonnie was keeping three guys happy, and I 
couldn't even get a date. I barely managed to choke out 
an apology, before starting to cry. I didn't WANT to; 
it's just that things seemed so unfair!

This time, it was Lonnie, who apologized. "I'm sorry, 
Mark," she said; sitting beside me, and cuddling me 
close so that my head was resting on her soft breast, 
and the smell of her body was making me think thoughts 
that a boy just shouldn't think about his big sister. 
"Why don't you let me help?" she asked.

"Huh?" I said. "How?" I knew Lonnie was getting ready to 
go out in about a half-hour, and didn't have much time 
to babysit her little brother. Besides, what I needed 
was a date, not my big sister; no matter HOW sexy she 
was. 

I wanted to hold and cuddle a girl, and even try to 
"makeout". You don't do things like that with your own 
sister, no matter HOW sexy she is. Oh God! What was I 
doing even THINKING such things? Lonnie would probably 
slap my head half-off, if she even knew I had such an 
idea. Thankfully, my big sister isn't a mind-reader. 
(Well, considering what happened next, maybe she is.)

"You don't have ANY girlfriends, right?" asked Lonnie.

I nodded numbly. It wasn't from lack of trying, either.

Lonnie seemed to make up her mind about something. "How 
about if I set you up, to get you some experience?" she 
asked.

"Huh?"

"As I said, most boys don't know who to ask, or how," 
she explained. "So I'll get you started. For the next 
five weeks, I'll set you up with a different date each 
Friday, starting tonight. If you do a decent job, and 
are nice to each of the five girls, I'll guarantee you 
have a good time."

"Yeah, sure," I said sarcastically, "what'll you do if I 
don't? Kiss my prick?"

"Anything you want," said my sister; running her hands 
suggestively down her hips, and licking her lips in an 
almost obscene manner. "But you have to go out with 
whoever I pick, and do YOUR best to give her a good 
time. Whaddya say?"

What COULD I say? Still... "Even Betty-Lou Harris?" I 
asked.

"WHOEVER I pick," emphasized Lonnie. "Well? As I said, 
I'll GUARANTEE that you have a good time."

"And who decides whether I had a good time?" I asked 
suspiciously.

"You do," she said, surprising me. "If, after I pay-up, 
I decide that you really DID have a good time, then I 
can call the whole deal off, and I don't think you would 
want that. On the other hand, If I don't do a good job 
of making it up to you, then YOU can call the deal off. 
In any case, I don't think I have anything to worry 
about, because I know you WILL have a good time, if you 
just try. Whaddya say?" she repeated.

Well, it sure looked better than watching "Gilligan's 
Island" re-runs. "You're on," I said, "and thanks Sis."

"Thank me AFTER your date," she said.

"No, I mean thanks for caring."

"Oh... you're welcome." Here Lonnie gave me such a sexy 
smile, that I almost found myself hoping that I DID have 
a lousy time on my upcoming date... almost. While a good 
time with my big sister (I DID believe she would keep 
her promise.) would be fun, what I really needed was a 
girlfriend... or preferably girlfriends, like Lonnie had 
boyfriends. If she was right, in a little over a month, 
I would either have one, or at least have a start on 
knowing how to get one. In any case, I couldn't lose, 
what with my big sister's "guarantee."


Chapter 2: Date #1
==================

While I was running this through my mind, Lonnie had 
been on the phone. She came back, dressing hurriedly 
while she did, so she wouldn't be late for HER date. 
"It's all set," she said.

I was dying to know who she had set me up with.

"Suzy," Lonnie replied to my inquiry.

"Suzy WHO?!?" I almost exploded.

"Suzy Morgan," she replied. "Who else?"

Suzy? The little girl next door? The one I played with 
in the pool, and used to go skating with? "But she's 
just a kid!" I almost exploded. "She's only 12 years 
old!" The three-and-a-half year difference in our ages 
seemed almost insurmountable. After all, I was 16, for 
Christsake! I wanted a GIRL to date... to snuggle up 
to... to make-out with, if possible. Not some snotty-
nosed kid, who needed a babysitter.

"She's almost 13," responded Lonnie; checking her watch. 
"I know you want someone to make out with, but you've 
got to start somewhere. Give her a chance... she might 
surprise you. Remember, I'll guarantee you have a good 
time tonight." Once again she ran her hands over her 
hips suggestively.

I thought about it. Five hours or more, effectively 
babysitting the little girl next door, for maybe a ten-
minute blow-job by my big sister... was it worth it? On 
the other hand, Lonnie hadn't mentioned any limit on the 
time.

"You said, 'anything I wanted,'" I reminded her. "But 
for how long?"

"The rest of the night, if you wish. I SAID I'd 
guarantee you have a good time, and you will... one way 
or the other. OK?"

What could I say? "OK," I responded, "I'll do it." Six 
hours, from midnight to 6 in the morning with my sexy 
sister, seemed like a good deal to pay for only five 
hours of babysitting. Besides, Suzy is a nice kid. 
Perhaps I might have fun after all. If not, then I WOULD 
have fun afterwards. How many deals do you get, where 
you can't lose?

Well, it SOUNDS nice to go over and take the little girl 
next door out on a date. However, this was MY first date 
as well, and I hadn't even talked to her mother before. 
Thus it was with some trepidation (Listen to me use them 
big words... my heart was in my mouth.) that I rang the 
doorbell. God! What if Suzy's mother thought I was 
taking her little girl out to try and seduce her? (Not 
so far-fetched, when you realize that's what I would be 
doing with any normal date.) Thus, the reaction I got 
was doubly surprising.

Tammy Morgan (Suzy's mother) pulled me aside, barely 
inside the door, and began whispering to me, so her 
daughter couldn't hear, before announcing my arrival. I 
EXPECTED her to give me a big lecture about getting Suzy 
home on time, and not molesting her, or something like 
that. Instead, she thanked me!

"I wanted to thank you, for being so nice and 
volunteering to take Suzy out on her first date," she 
practically gushed. "It means so much to her, and she 
likes you a lot. I hope you don't mind."

Huh? Who was setting up whom here? I nodded carefully.

"Good," she continued. "I'm leaving for work in about an 
hour, so I won't be home when you two get back."

By this time, Suzy had joined us; as her little sister 
announced the fact that, "Mark's here!" in a loud clear 
voice that was so pretty it almost sang.

"Now since I won't be home, I want you both back here by 
Ten," she explained.

Oh shit. I had planned on making this a proper date; 
even though Suzy WAS under age. I owed it to my sister. 
"Uh, Mrs. Morgan?" I said.

"Yes?"

"We were PLANNING on going to the drive-in," I said 
carefully. (Yeah, the standard make-out place, just like 
Suzy was a real date that might put out.) I had borrowed 
our father's car, so I could rub my big sister's nose in 
all the things I MIGHT have been doing, with a real girl 
instead of a kid. 

Maybe next time (after paying up) she'd find somebody my 
own age. "The movie starts after 8:30," I explained, 
"and doesn't let OUT until after 10:00. Besides, I 
wanted to take Suzy out for a snack afterwards, if she 
wanted to." (Just like a REAL date. I would do my 
part... then my sister would have to do hers.)

Tammy's eyes lit up, when she heard this. I had expected 
her to object to her little girl being taken to a drive-
in (of all places) by a horny 16-year-old boy. "Well," 
she said, "since it's her first real date with a boy, I 
guess I COULD stretch things a little. Only be back by 
11 o'clock at the latest. 

When you come in, I want you both to be careful not to 
wake Ginny up; she'll be asleep by then. I won't be here 
to check on you, but I expect YOU to be in bed by at 
LEAST one-o'clock. You need your sleep, even if tomorrow 
IS a Saturday. OK?" Tammy aimed this last question at 
her daughter.

I couldn't believe it... not one word about trusting me 
to be on time, or taking care of her girl. The 
implication that she DID trust me was staggering. I 
resolved that only war breaking out in the streets would 
keep me from getting Suzy home by the specified hour. 
"OK," I said; while Suzy repeated, "OK, Momma."

That was it. The next thing I knew, Suzy and I were 
standing outside her door, and I was officially on my 
first date with a girl. (Yes, GIRL. I was NOT going to 
downgrade Suzy to the status of "kid" like I had called 
her when talking to my big sister. 

Besides, in the cute little dress and matching blouse 
that you could almost see her bra, Suzy looked almost 
sexy. Almost. Not like my big sister did, but yes 
somewhat sexy in an innocent way. And yes, it really WAS 
my first date too, much as I hate to admit it.) Perhaps 
this night wouldn't be too bad after-all.

The movie was some silly horror-show called "The revenge 
of the giant-tomatoes" or something like that. 'Giggle.' 
Scary, but almost funny in the way they quite often 
tried to be scary, but didn't quite bring it off... I 
mean... tomatoes? The perfect movie to take a girl to; 
but not so scary that a little kid like Suzy would be 
really frightened. I almost forgot that kids see some 
pretty nasty movies every day on TV.

I got the car settled into place, the speaker settled on 
the window; and picked up some popcorn from the food-
stand. We were all set, and waited for the movie to 
start.

As we did, Suzy set the popcorn aside, and slid over to 
my side of the car. "Thanks Mark," she said.

"Huh?" I said.

"Thanks for taking me out. I know your big sister talked 
you into this, but I really appreciate it anyway. I 
never told you before, but I've had a crush on you for 
years. Thanks for making my first date just perfect." 
Suzy leaned over; kissed me on the cheek; and then 
retired, blushing, to her side of the car.

Shit! I felt like a heel. "C'mere Suzy," I said; and 
taking her head I turned it to face me. I then kissed 
her... properly, like a boy SHOULD kiss his date, on the 
lips. Damn, that tasted good, for just a little girl! 
"Thank YOU," I said, "for going out with me. You're the 
best date I ever had." (No lie, but SHE didn't have to 
know she was the ONLY date I ever had, did she?)

"Oh Mark," she said, and snuggled into me. I felt a LOT 
better. For ten minutes we snuggled like that, until the 
movie started. You know? It began more and more to look 
like my big sister wouldn't have to "pay up" after all. 
And surprisingly, I wasn't even disappointed.

The movie started, and for the next ten minutes we 
watched commercials for upcoming movies, and a short 
little cartoon, before the main movie started. By that 
time, the big bucket of popcorn had mysteriously sagged 
down to about a half inch of remaining kernels, and the 
"super-sized" Coke had almost vanished as well. Who 
cares? The main feature was about to begin.

Yeah, right. Some feature. The cartoon and trailers beat 
the movie all hollow. Even the scary parts weren't. I 
was getting bored, and I turned to Suzy to ask her if 
she wanted to see the rest of the movie, or wanted to 
go, like I did.

I promptly forgot all about the movie. While I had been 
watching the lead-ins, my arm had unconsciously wrapped 
itself around the little girl's snuggling body, and my 
hand was somehow cupping her sweet little titty. Up to 
now, (except for noticing that she was wearing a bra, 
back at the house) I had never noticed that the little 
girl even HAD breasts, let alone the sweet little 
swelling mounds that filled my hand so nicely.

Suzy was staring straight ahead towards the screen, but 
I could tell her mind was more on my roaming fingers, 
than on any stupid fake-horror flick. But she didn't say 
a word; just snuggling even closer to me, if possible. I 
decided to see if I was right. Suzy could always stop 
me, if she didn't want me to fondle her. She could move 
over, object, or just tell me to stop. She didn't do any 
of these things.

I started rubbing the soft little mound under my hand, 
and Suzy just let out an, "Ooohh," of pleasure, and kept 
on watching the screen. Going further, I moved my hand 
over to her other breast, and started massaging that 
one. This time, Suzy DID say something.

"Oooh. Thanks Mark, that feels good," she said, and 
smiled at me, before returning her attention to the 
movie. Maybe it wasn't so boring to a little girl like 
her. For sure I was no longer bored.

I decided to find out just how far the little girl would 
let me go. Casually, I let my hand sag down towards her 
waist, and when she didn't object to my big hand resting 
on her bare midriff, I slid it up UNDER her shirt, and 
massaged her belly for a moment. Suzy didn't say 
anything; just turning slightly to make it easier for my 
hand to fit up under her blouse. (Blouse, shirt, 
whatever. I'll call it a shirt.) 

Less than two minutes later, I felt the lacy straps of 
her bra. I didn't even bother feeling her titties 
through the bra; I slid my hand right up underneath it, 
until I had a swollen titty in my (comparatively) rough 
hand. Such a soft sweet little mound. Even my big 
sister's tits weren't this soft. I almost felt like 
cumming in my pants.

Suzy didn't say a word; even when I pulled my hand out 
from one sweet little tit, and moved it over to where I 
was massaging the other one. I guess she thought this 
was normal behavior for a guy on a date with a girl. 
(Well, I guess at the drive-in there, it actually WAS. 
Just not with little girls this young.)

After a few minutes of this, I slid my hand back down 
the little girl's smooth belly; ran it around her 
bellybutton, and then back up under her bra. Suzy just 
sighed. I had never expected to even get THIS far with 
ANY girl, especially not on my first date. I guess my 
big sister wouldn't have to "pay up" after all. Not that 
I was disappointed. This is what I had been really 
wanting anyway: Being out on a real date, with a sexy 
girl; cuddling and "making out." 

Only I had just expected to feel the girl's body through 
her clothes, and maybe get a kiss or two if I was lucky. 
Getting my hands up under her clothing, had just been a 
wet-dream, on my part. I knew most girls didn't let 
their dates "pet" them, under their clothing, until at 
LEAST the third date.

Or at least, that's what I had thought. This date with 
Suzy had turned to far better than I could have 
expected, if I HAD succeeded in getting one of my 
classmates to go out with me.

Now that I thought of it, I was incredibly lucky to have 
a girl like Suzy in the car with me. She was cute, she 
was sexy, she didn't seem to mind my advances, and most 
important, she seemed to really LIKE me. I guess she 
hadn't been kidding, when she admitted earlier that she 
had had a crush on me. I nuzzled my face in the little 
girl's hair, and almost fainted from sensual overload, 
as her sweet scent filled my nostrils.

"Mmmmmm," said Suzy squirming around so that my arm 
wasn't so awkwardly wrapped around her, and my whole 
forearm was resting skin-to-skin against her smooth 
little belly, while my fingers massaged her sweet little 
breasts underneath her lacy brassiere. "I like that."

I nuzzled her hair to one side, and kissed her on the 
cheek, by way of saying, "Thank you." The stimulation 
was too much. I felt like my head would explode, if I 
didn't do something more, yet I was already doing more 
than I should.

The third time I slipped my hand out from under Suzy's 
bra, to feel her sexy little tummy and waist, I 
tentatively slid it a little farther down, underneath 
the elastic that was the top of her skirt. Suzy didn't 
object.

Now greatly daring, I slid my fingers even farther down 
to where a second band of elastic crossed the little 
girl's smooth little tummy.

Suzy just sagged down a little farther in the seat, to 
make it easier for me. If that wasn't a signal to, "Go 
ahead," I don't know what is.

It took me three tries, but I managed to slip my fingers 
underneath the elastic that held the silky little 
panties up. I was doing it! I actually had my hand 
inside a girl's panties, and I was about to "feel her 
up."

Oh God! I had NEVER expected to get THIS far. Especially 
on my first date... and most especially, not with a 
little girl like Suzy. An older girl, who knew and liked 
sex, (like some of the "sluts" that the boys all talked 
about, but nobody ever seemed to meet) possibly, but not 
an innocent little virgin like Suzy. I don't know HOW I 
was so sure Suzy was a virgin, but I didn't doubt it for 
an instant. 

Even though she was allowing me to fondle her "private 
parts," each move she made showed it was all new to her, 
and each time I did something new, it took her a second 
or two to get used to it. No, Suzy may have liked what I 
was doing, but she had obviously never had anybody do it 
to her before. Somehow that made it all the more 
exciting; knowing that each thing I did, was as new to 
her, as it was to me.

I was falling in love with this little girl.

My fingers, by this time, had roamed past the little 
bump and furrow of the entrance to Suzy's vagina, and 
was probing in the slippery heat of the tight little 
crack between her legs.

Only I couldn't get my finger inside. The angle was 
wrong, and my arm was getting cramps just from trying.

Regretfully, I pulled my hand from between the child's 
legs, and contented myself with feeling her smooth 
little tummy; half in and half out of her skirt and 
panties. I was just happy to feel her body, even if we 
couldn't go any further.

"Uh, Mark?" she asked, "Do you mind if I..." Here Suzy 
started squirming around in the seat, turning herself 
sideways in the car. "...rest my head in your lap?" she 
completed.

Oooh! Her first movements had forced my hand out of her 
skirt, and I was momentarily disappointed, until I 
realized that her shift in position allowed me full 
access to the whole length of her body, instead of just 
her middle.

Looking straight down, I could see her cute little face 
directly under mine, and my left arm cuddled her head; 
enjoying the silky feel of her hair, while my left hand 
was able to reach both of her pert little bosoms, if I 
reached down through her open-topped little shirt. 

My right hand, in the meantime, was gripping the smooth 
swell of her left leg, as I shifted her body closer to 
me, so she didn't slide off. My right hand was just 
inches from being underneath the little girl's skirt, 
and I could almost feel the heat of her sweet little 
cunny against the back of my hand. Did I object?

I would have had to have been crazy. "I don't mind," I 
said; making the understatement of the year. I couldn't 
resist the temptation, so I kissed her.

She kissed me back! I know, you're saying, "So what? Of 
COURSE she kissed you back, dummy! She likes you." Only 
you don't realize that except for that one rather chaste 
kiss I had given her earlier, I had never really kissed 
a girl before... I mean, never REALLY kissed a girl. 
Never again, would I make fun of the "smooch" scenes 
that seemed to clutter up otherwise good movies. Now 
that I knew what it was about, I could finally 
appreciate them.

Suzy and I didn't do like some people, and stick our 
tongues in each others' mouths. We hadn't learned about 
such things yet. We just kissed. And kissed. And then 
kissed some more. The soft sweet feel of her lips 
against mine filled my whole world. Unconsciously my 
left hand had slid into the top of her shirt, and was 
alternately massaging each of the little girl's breasts. 

It was a LOT easier to feel them through the top of her 
brassiere, than forcing my hand up underneath the 
elastic on the bottom. In the meantime, my right hand 
had crept up her leg, past her short little skirt 
(accidentally lifting it to expose her silky red 
panties) and had begun unconsciously been running over 
the smooth swell of her tummy; teasing her bellybutton, 
until it caused Suzy to pull away with a slight giggle. 
"That tickles," she said.

I don't know how long we had been kissing... it could 
have been 10 seconds, or 20 minutes. In any case, I had 
to catch my breath, before I could reply.

"I wish I could kiss it," I said, wistfully; remembering 
my fantasy about my big sister's navel. Still, just even 
being allowed to FEEL it with my fingers was a treat.

"I don't mind," she whispered. I don't know why she 
whispered, with all the booming and banging, and screams 
coming from the screen, I could have been raping her, 
and nobody would have noticed. Which, as it turns out, 
was a good thing. Pulling her short little shirt up, to 
reveal the second-sexiest belly I had ever seen; I 
leaned over, and stuck my tongue in the little girl's 
navel. God, was that sexy! Only I didn't have over half 
a second to appreciate this.

Two knees slammed into the side of my head, knocking my 
glasses off, and Suzy let out a screech like she was 
being murdered!

"Ooh! Oh! That tickles!" she whooped; then more quietly, 
"I'm sorry Mark, I couldn't help myself." The little 
girl had doubled-up; kneeing me in the side of the face, 
and sending my glasses flying. I wasn't worried about my 
glasses; I was worried about somebody coming over to see 
what the screaming was about, and finding me with my big 
paws fumbling around under the little girl's clothes. 
Hurriedly, I looked around; then grabbed my glasses off 
the floor, and looked around again. Nobody had even 
glanced our way.

The car on our left, had the windows closed, and they 
were so steamed-up, you couldn't see inside, while the 
car rocked in an all-too-suggestive rhythm. On the other 
side, there was a gap, but the people in the car two 
spaces away seemed far more interested in what was 
taking place on the screen, than some little accident 
taking place in the car next to them. I guess most of 
the people thought the scream came from the movie. For 
sure, there was a lot of it going on.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to tickle you. 
You're just so sexy."

"I'm sorry too," she replied, "it just caught me by 
surprise. I couldn't help myself. I didn't hurt you, did 
I?" Suzy seemed so apologetic.

"No," I said; checking my glasses, "no harm done."

"Oh," she said. "Do you want to try again? I don't 
mind."

"Huh?" I said; surprised that she would even ask, after 
her first reaction.

"It just caught me by surprise, the first time," she 
explained. "I promise I won't scream or jerk away, this 
time. Please?"

"Well, if you're sure."

Suzy nodded, and I saw her bite her lip to keep from 
flinching, when I lowered my mouth to her bare navel 
again. This time, there was only a slight flinch from 
the little girl, before I was lapping at her bellybutton 
and then up and down her tummy, like a dog trying to get 
the last lick of food out of his bowl.

At first, Suzy flinched, the first couple of times my 
tongue touched her sensitive belly, but then she started 
moaning quietly.

"Ooh, that feels good," she said; sinking into the seat-
cushion, and snuggling down in my lap, while I first 
tongued and then kissed her all over her sexy little 
tummy. Greatly daring, since she seemed to like it, I 
slowly worked my way upwards, until her shirt was four 
inches above her bra, and I was licking the sensitive 
skin just underneath her budding young breasts.

"Oooh, don't stop," she moaned.

I had no intention of stopping. I didn't even TRY to 
remove the little girl's brassiere. All I knew was they 
fastened in the back, where I couldn't see. I just slid 
the lacy red undergarment up, until it popped over the 
sweet thrust of her budding young titties. Such a 
delectable sight. I began running my tongue around the 
perky young nipples, while my right hand strayed up to 
the elastic guarding the little girl's other treasures.

Suzy actually pushed back, as this time my hand slid 
into her panties with no effort; finding her all hot and 
wet inside. For the first time, my finger slid up INSIDE 
a girl. I almost fainted from the sheer pleasure.

It was still awkward for me; fumbling at her through her 
panties. So I pulled them down. Suzy didn't object; even 
lifting her cute little butt enough to let me slide them 
off.

I had only intended to slide the panties down far enough 
to give me a little better access to the little girl's 
charms. But Suzy wanted them out of the way; kicking her 
legs until they were dangling around her ankles. I 
picked her panties up, after she tossed them on the 
floor with a final kick, and stuffed them into my 
pocket. If Dad ever found a little girl's panties 
floating around in the car after I had gone out on a 
date... Dad is NOT dumb.

Once again I slid my finger into the little girl; and 
once again I almost blacked out from overload of 
pleasure. The squeezing of her tight little cunny was SO 
sexy.

Suzy wasn't in much better shape than I was. Maybe even 
worse, in fact. By now, the little girl was panting and 
moaning, "Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop!" over and 
over again. I was nursing on her sexy little titties 
like a baby, while the big finger or my right hand slid 
into the tightest, sweetest little hole in the whole 
wide world. The rhythmic clamping of Suzy's vagina on my 
finger, almost had me squirting cum in my shorts, as I 
imagined how it would feel to slide my prick in there. 
God, how I wanted to try!

"Uh, Uuungh! Oh Mark, I-I... IEEEE!!"

Oh shit! Suzy was about to let out another screech, and 
I didn't have a hand to spare to stop her. On the other 
hand, I knew Suzy would be GREATLY disappointed, if I 
stooped frigging her; she was so close. I had never seen 
a girl "cum" before, but I figured I was about to, as 
the girl's symptoms so closely matched those I had, when 
I jacked off in my bedroom every night. I was right.

Hurriedly, I removed my mouth from the little girl's 
tit, and kissed her. Suzy could yell into MY mouth, all 
she wanted. I sure wouldn't mind.

My left hand replaced my mouth at rubbing her now bare 
titties. Just in time.

"Mmmphf! Oh! Mphrk! I Lmmvvph Yomphoooh." Suzy jerked 
uncontrollably underneath me, as she jammed her crotch 
desperately up against my probing finger. There was a 
straining sensation, and then my finger went even 
farther up inside her, while her bucking gyrations got 
even wilder, if possible. Suzy's arm had come around my 
head; trapping my mouth against hers, while she yelled 
and screamed her pleasure into mine. 

I could barely understand what she was saying, but I got 
the message anyway. When she finally stopped thrashing 
and screaming, I pulled my mouth off hers, and replied, 
"I love you too, sweetheart." And I did. No, I wasn't 
about to marry her; after all, she was only 12 years 
old. But I still did love her. I would do whatever was 
necessary to keep her from being hurt. That's love, 
isn't it?

Only it seems I already had... hurt her, that is. As I 
reluctantly pulled my big finger out of Suzy's clasping 
little slit, with a slight "pop," I noticed it was 
streaked with red. Oh shit! The little girl was 
bleeding!

For a split-second, I hoped that Suzy was just 
menstruating, but then realized that A: she was probably 
too young, and B: if she had been, she would have had a 
tampon or bandage between her legs. Oh shit. I must have 
accidentally torn her inside, with my fingernail.

"We'd better get you home, where there's some 
antibiotics, I said quietly; trying not to frighten her. 
"I think I hurt you inside," I explained; showing Suzy 
my blood-streaked finger, and hoping she didn't just 
freak out.

For a second, Suzy stared wide-eyed at my finger, then 
giggled. Giggled?

"Well," she said, "I had HOPED that you would do that 
with your PRICK, instead of your finger, but at least it 
was you. It's OK, Mark, I had to lose it sometime."

At first, I didn't know what she meant, then I did a 
double-take. Suzy couldn't mean... she did. I had just 
taken the little girl's virginity with my clumsy big 
finger. Thankfully, Suzy didn't get all uptight about 
it, like I know some girls would. I guess she hadn't 
planned on saving it for her future husband. (Boy, was I 
naive!)

I carefully wiped my finger on the only thing available, 
that wouldn't show... my own underpants. I pulled up a 
corner, and wiped my finger; leaving a streaky brown 
stain on them. I didn't care, as long as Suzy was OK. 
She was. For several minutes, we cuddled there, while we 
both caught our breaths. 

Then, I started gently caressing the little girl, from 
head to foot, while she hugged me, and occasionally 
raised her cute little mouth to mine for another 
incredibly sweet kiss. I could have spent the rest of 
the night doing just this; only it seems that Suzy had 
other ideas.

"What about you?" she asked. "Momma says boys like to 
have their dicks rubbed, just like girls like their tits 
rubbed. Would you like me to rub your prick?"

Does a bear shit in the woods? Is the Pope Catholic? I 
could barely nod "yes" in answer, before two lively 
little hands were reaching in my pants, and for the 
second time that night, I almost came in them.

Since Suzy seemed to want to, I let her have fun, just 
like I had. She spent several minutes just examining my 
prick, before grabbing it in both hands and stroking up 
and down. Her hands were too small for just one of them 
to go all the way around it, and I had to direct her 
efforts at first.

Then she seemed to get the hang of it; and I just sagged 
back in my seat; letting the little girl jack me off. I 
had both eyes closed for a moment; barely aware of the 
banging and shrieks going on from the movie, as the 
little girl brought me closer and closer to the best 
orgasm of my life. Suddenly, I was worried. What if Suzy 
didn't want me to cum; squirting thick gobs of greasy 
white stuff all over her hands? She might be grossed 
out.

"Oh Jesus," I gasped. "I'm gonna..."

"Are you going to cum?" she asked, innocently.

"Uh... huhuh... I... Ieeee..." I groaned. I got the 
shock of my life. Instead of letting go, I felt 
something warm and wet and wonderful slide over the 
throbbing head of my prick; as I finally let go the 
first cum of my life into something other than my own 
flying fist. Oh shit, that felt good! My head was tilted 
back in ecstasy, but I somehow managed to bend my head 
enough to look down to see what Suzy had done to make it 
feel so good. Oh shit, indeed! The little girl was 
sucking my cock!

Not only that, she was doing a great job of it too; 
pursing her lips around the head, and sliding her mouth 
up and down, while I ejaculated squirt after thick 
sticky squirt, right down her throat. I couldn't believe 
it. I had HEARD of guys getting "blow-jobs" from dates 
who liked the boy, but didn't want to "go all the way" 
or were afraid of getting pregnant. I just had never 
expected to get one. Certainly not on my first date, and 
emphatically not from a little 12-year-old girl. Only I 
was.

Not only was I getting a blow-job from the little girl, 
I was getting a GREAT blow-job. Suzy didn't pull off in 
disgust at me squirting stuff out of the thing I peed 
out of, right down her sexy little throat. She licked 
and sucked, and swallowed every drop! Only when my 
mighty squirts had slowed to just a trickle, did she 
stop sucking; pausing to pull off; but still licking up 
each white drop that oozed out of the tip afterwards and 
swallowing it.

"Momma says boys like it, when you do that," said Suzy, 
innocently. "Did YOU like it?"

Oh shit, did I ever! "Thanks Suzy," was all I could 
gasp.

"Thank YOU, Mark," was her surprising reply. "Could I do 
that again sometime? It was really neat, when you 
started squirting that stuff in my mouth. I almost 
couldn't keep up with it, but I didn't want to waste 
any... it was SO neat."

"Anytime, Suzy," I managed to gasp. "Anytime."

The little girl immediately lowered her head to my 
crotch, and started sucking again!

"Except now," I said; stopping her. "A guy needs some 
time to recover, after cumming like that."

"Oh," said Suzy, looking somewhat disappointedly at the 
flaccid penis in her hand. "Do you mind if I keep 
sucking on it, even though it's soft?"

"Whatever you want, Suzy," I said. This MUST be a wet-
dream. Still, I had already blown a thick wad down the 
little girl's throat. No wet-dream would survive that. I 
still couldn't believe that the little 12-year-old 
actually LIKED sucking my prick, but the evidence sure 
pointed that way. 

Well, if Suzy like sucking my prick, then I for sure 
wasn't going to stop her. Even soft, her lively little 
mouth around my sensitive peter felt wonderful. I could 
have lain there all night. Only about this time, the 
lights suddenly came on, and Suzy and I pulled apart 
guiltily. If anybody had seen us...

The movie was over.

Hurriedly, we pulled ourselves into sitting position, 
and Suzy pushed her short little skirt down, so that her 
state of undress underneath didn't show. Then, we 
glanced guiltily around.

Thankfully, nobody had noticed. I guess those people who 
have dirty enough minds TO notice, had been too involved 
with kinky doings of their own. We fastened our 
seatbelts, and joined the line of cars heading for the 
exit.

"Are you hungry?" I asked Suzy. The popcorn had been 
almost two hours before.

"A little," she replied. "Still, I'd rather get home, so 
we can..." Here the little girl subsided into blushing. 
My ears were flaming red myself.

"We still have 45 minutes," I said; taking in the time 
on the clock by the light of a passing street-lamp. (The 
clock light had burned out a couple of years before, but 
Dad had never replaced it. I sure wasn't going to 
volunteer to.)

"Let's grab a hamburger first, OK?"

"You don't HAVE to," objected Suzy. "You've already done 
more than enough, just taking me to the movies."

"You're my DATE," I reminded her, "and first-dates 
should be treated properly." I didn't explain that she 
was MY first date, as well as me being hers. A guy 
deserves to keep SOME secrets. Besides, I liked her.

Suzy stopped objecting, just blushing a little, at the 
implied compliment.

I was going to pull up to the drive-thru window, at 
Joe's Burger-Mill, but Suzy had other ideas. "Let's go 
inside," she requested; looking at me with hope.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Nobody will believe I was out with you," she said, 
"unless somebody sees me. Of course, if you don't want 
anybody to see that you had to take out a seventh-
grader..." Here Suzy paused, waiting.

Well, THAT was sure not going to stop me. Heck, by now I 
felt PROUD that the little girl had been my first date. 
Still... "What about your panties?" I asked. The object 
in question still made damp lump in my pocket.

"Nobody will know I'm not wearing them, unless I bend 
over," she said. "It'll be kind of exciting, knowing I'm 
in there with you, in front of all those people, and 
only you know I'm not wearing panties. Don't you think 
so?"

Wow, did I ever!

"Oh God, I'm just such a slut," she giggled. "Let's go 
do it, before I lose my nerve." So we did.

I got out; went around to her side, and let her out, 
just like a proper date. Besides, with the slight wind 
whipping by, I wanted to be able to give Suzy some 
cover, if the wind picked up her dress, thankfully, it 
didn't.

Inside, "all those people" turned out to be a couple I 
never saw before, and two girls from Suzy's class in 
school. That was all; thank goodness. As it was, Suzy's 
face was flaming red, as she sat down with me.

"Oh God! They saw me," she said.

"You mean, they know you're..."

"No... I don't think so... it's just that I felt like 
they can see that I'm not wearing anything under this 
dress. I'm so embarrassed."

"It was YOUR idea," I reminded her. "Do you want to go?"

"No. That's the whole idea. Just sitting here with you, 
with my bare cunny rubbing against the seat, knowing 
they MIGHT know, is so exciting. Ooooh." Suzy shuddered. 
"God, I think I'm going to cum, just thinking about it."

It was my turn to shudder. "Not here. If you yelped like 
you did in the car."

"I'll be OK."

"Take your order?" The cheerful voice of the waitress 
interrupted us. We had been so wrapped up in our 
conversation, that the approach of Carol Whittington had 
caught us by surprise. I looked into the cute face of 
the girl I had been having sexual fantasies about, for 
the past two years. Carol isn't as pretty as Marsha 
Swiggins, but I wouldn't have the nerve to approach 
Marsha for a date. Carol I had already asked three 
times, and three times she turned me down. Each time, 
she "had a previous appointment," or "was going out of 
town" or some similar excuse. She hadn't ever said "no," 
but I can take a message.

"Hi, Carol," Suzy's sweet young voice called our 
waitress's attention to who she was addressing.

"Oh. Oh, Hi Suzy... Hi Mark... Are you babysitting her?"

Girls can be so cruel.

"I'm his DATE," said Suzy, fiercely.

"Oh?" asked Carol; looking at me, "is that so?"

"Yes," I said firmly, "she is." I wasn't about to let 
the little girl down.

Carol shrugged, and took our order. She didn't say 
anything more.

Two burgers, a malt and a coke later, we were ready to 
leave, but first Suzy had to go to the restroom. By that 
time, the seat next to me was soaking wet, and I was 
wondering how I was going to make MY exit, without 
everyone noticing the damp stain in the front of my 
pants. 

Just sitting there next to the little girl, knowing she 
was naked next to me, and I could put my finger right up 
inside her if I tried was enough to make my prick drool 
rivers of pre-cum. The only thing that kept me from 
doing it, was the knowledge that if I did, the little 
girl's yelp of pleasure would attract everyone in the 
room's attention. For sure, Suzy wouldn't stop me.

I was trying to surreptitiously wipe up Suzy's 
secretions, so that her state of arousal wouldn't be 
obvious to whoever looked where she had sat, when we 
left, when Carol once more appeared at my elbow, without 
seeming to cross the room to do it.

"Anything else?" she asked, while handing me the bill.

I wondered how you went about ordering the waitress. 
"No, that's it," I said, including an extra dollar or 
two for the tip. I both wanted to make a good 
impression, and the service HAD been pretty good.

Carol leaned a little closer to me. Her perfume was 
devastating.

"She's a little young, don't you think?" she asked.

At my angry look, she continued, "Oh no... I don't think 
there's anything wrong with it... it's just why don't 
you ask a REAL girl like me out?"

I looked at Carol in astonishment, then slight anger. I 
HAD asked her out; and that very night too. What 
business was it of HERS, that I was taking Suzy out, 
when she had turned me down flat? I was about to bite 
her ears off, when I remembered. Carol had NOT turned me 
"down flat." She had given me that same old excuse that 
she was "busy tonight." Yeah, sure... she was ALWAYS 
busy Friday nights, whenever I called her. So why should 
I believe anything she said?

I was working up a real head of steam; preparatory to 
biting her head off, when it dawned on me. Carol WAS 
busy every Friday night. Oh shit! I had almost blown any 
chance of even having her as a friend, let alone as a 
date when I realized this. I was still annoyed though. 
How dare she pick on the one girl nice enough to go out 
with me, when SHE wouldn't?

"I asked you first, and you turned me down flat," I 
reminded her. "You were 'too busy', remember?" I hissed 
at her.

"There ARE other days besides Fridays, you know," she 
hissed back.

I wasn't sure whether to be angry or amused. Carol was 
acting as if she was my girlfriend, and I was cheating 
on her by going out with Suzy! It was almost as if she 
was jealous! "Sorry," I said, sarcastically, "you never 
hinted that some other time might be better."

"Oh... sorry," she apologized. "Call me next week 
sometime, OK?"

Now it was MY turn to apologize for previous 
appointments. "Uh, gee, I would, but..."

How to say this? "But I have previous obligations now of 
over a month." At her disappointed look, I went on; 
feeling like I was putting my foot in my mouth, when I 
did so. "My sister's set me up with dates for the next 
five weeks," I said, blushing at having to admit this. 
"I won't be free until it's over, because I promised 
her."

"Your sister," said Carol, "set you up." She looked 
angrily at the little girl approaching from the 
bathroom, interrupting her conversation with me.

"Your sister, huh?"

"What's with HER?" asked Suzy.

"Oh nothing," I replied. "I just think she's jealous of 
you."

Suzy giggled. "She needn't be," she said. "She's MUCH 
prettier than I am."

I looked at Suzy, then at Carol's retreating back.

"No," I said, suddenly realizing that my joke had the 
ring of truth to it. I think Carol really WAS jealous; 
hard as that is to believe. "You're just as pretty as 
she is, and twice as sexy," I told the little girl.

"You just say that," said Suzy, blushing.

"No, it's true," I said, looking at the little girl 
closely, because it was.

I guess my words had the ring of truth about them, 
because Suzy didn't say anything else, until I had paid 
the bill and we were back in the car.

"You really think I'm sexy?" she finally asked, as I 
pulled out of the lot. 10:45, and just enough time to 
get her home. "Yes," I said, somewhat shortly, slightly 
annoyed that she had to even ask.

"Thanks Mark," she said, and snuggled up to me. "Thanks 
for making my first date just perfect."

I put my arm around her, and drove the rest of the way, 
with one hand.

We got there with ten minutes to spare. Since I had 
enough time, and she didn't have to rush, I walked her 
to the door.

"Thanks for making MY first date just perfect too," I 
said; somewhat pleased by the look of surprise in Suzy's 
eyes. It might be embarrassing to admit it was my first 
date as well, but it was better than feeling like I was 
lying to her.

I leaned over, kissed her forehead, and started back to 
the car.

"Mark!" Suzy's angry voice stopped me. I turned to see 
what she wanted; then I remembered the little girl's 
panties in my pocket, only it wasn't that.

"Aren't you going to come in?" she asked.

"Your mother isn't home," I reminded her, "and I don't 
want to..."

I didn't say what I didn't want to do, because I wanted 
to do EVERYTHING with this little girl. Uhuh, 
everything; even the "big nasty."

"Mark," she exclaimed in disgust, "why do you think 
Momma made such a POINT of telling us that she was going 
to be out. She knew we couldn't do anything at the 
drive-in, and boys and girls need time to be alone 
together after a date."

"Oh," I said weakly. "Are you sure?"

"I know my own mother," said Suzy, with finality.

Once inside the door however, her confidence seemed to 
slip away. "C'mon," she said, quietly sneaking down the 
hall. "Oh good," she said, after peeking in one of the 
bedrooms, "Ginny's asleep. It wasn't until she had 
looked in the bedroom across the hall though, and even 
turned on the light for a second, the she regained her 
assuredness. "See," she said, "Momma's not home yet, and 
won't be 'til 6:00. We've got all night."

"You promised to be in bed before 1:00," I reminded her.

"I didn't say I would be in bed alone, though," she 
reminded me.

I shuddered at the delicious thought. Still...

"We'd better not," I decided. The thought of the 
generous woman coming home after a long night's work, 
and finding me in bed with her little girl, was NOT the 
way I planned on thanking Suzy's mother.

"We still have almost two hours," Suzy reminded me. "So 
come here, 'Big Boy' and show me if that story you gave 
about thinking I'm sexy is true."

I melted into her arms. Things weren't very clear for 
the next five minutes. I vaguely remember kissing her 
standing up, with my hands wrapped around her, up under 
her skirt, massaging her bare ass. From there, things 
got fuzzy.

My next clear memory was sitting on the couch, kissing 
her some more, while she fumbled with my belt-buckle.

"Uh... do you really think we should?" I asked her.

"If you stop now, I'll..." she said fiercely. I gave in. 
I didn't really want to argue anyway. I lifted myself 
off the couch, and helped her remove my pants. I had to 
take off my own shoes and socks though. While I did, 
Suzy quickly slipped her skirt down, and then lifted her 
short little shirt over her head. Then, reaching behind 
herself, she shrugged out of the lacy red brassiere. 
Standing in front of me, was a very pretty, very sexy, 
and VERY naked 12-year-old little girl.

I hurriedly finished removing MY shirt, so I could feel 
the little girl's naked skin next to mine. This time 
when we kissed, it was like nothing I had ever done 
before. If you've never kissed a naked little girl, 
while being completely naked yourself, you haven't 
lived. I felt like all my previous life had just 
existed, to bring me to this point. If her mother had 
walked in at that point, and taken a gun and shot me, I 
would have felt I had lived a full life.

Though, from Suzy's hints, her mother would more likely 
have left and closed the door, so she could wait until 
we were finished. I wasn't sure I believed that, but it 
did make it easier to caress the little girl without 
looking over my shoulder every minute. Yeah, at first 
that's all I did: Caress her and cuddle with her, naked 
skin to naked skin. I did NOT lay her down on the couch 
and fuck the shit out of the little girl, no matter how 
tempting it was. At least, not at first anyway.

The feel of Suzy's hands running up and down my back, 
pinching my butt, and stroking my sides, while I made 
similar maneuvers with her, was almost devastatingly 
sexy. Thus, when she reached for my prick, I had to stop 
her.

"If you grab that, I'm going to blow it all over you," I 
warned. "I thought you wanted to suck it again, like in 
the car."

"I do," she said, with a shiver; making my day. 
"Only..."

"...Only what?" I asked; figuring she wanted to "be 
done" at the same time, being as horny by now as I was. 
Only I didn't figure she would be intent on something 
even more exciting.

"Could we try doing it, just like grown-ups do?" she 
asked hesitantly; almost blowing my mind. "Please? Momma 
says it feels real good to the guy too. We don't have to 
do it again, if you don't want to; I just want to try it 
once, just to see what it's like. Momma says it feels 
real good. Please? I promise I won't tell anybody you 
let me."

If you think I said no, when my prick was throbbing with 
need to get into this girl somewhere, anywhere, then you 
don't know how horny 16-year-old boys get. "You'd better 
hurry," I warned her. "If you don't fuck this, or suck 
it, or something, pretty quick, it's going to go off 
without you."

The next thing I knew, Suzy was lying back on the couch, 
legs spread, while my prick was spreading the lips of 
her barely pubescent cunny. The feel of her cunny-lips 
spreading around the head of my prick, while the 
sweetest hole in the entire world sucked the tip inside 
was too much. It was all I could do to keep from 
cumming, before I even got inside her.

In fact, I couldn't A thick squirt of white dribbled out 
the tip, as I desperately fought down the urge to cum 
before I had more than an inch of thick prick buried in 
her tight little cunny where it belonged. Somehow I 
managed to hold on; forcing my prick to keep from 
spasming, and holding back my cum by sheer force of 
will.

It was only after I managed to gain some measure of 
self-control, that the sight of the thick white baby-
juice oozing from the tip of my prick, where luckily 
none of it had gotten inside her, that I realized the 
chance we were taking.

"O Damn!" I said, with feeling.

"What's the matter? Don't you WANT to?" asked Suzy.

"I don't have any condoms," I said miserably. In the 
first place, I had never bought any before. In the 
second, you only take some along, if you are PLANNING of 
fucking the girl. With a little girl like Suzy, that 
would have been an insult; implying that she was a 12-
year-old slut. I had good evidence on my finger, that 
Suzy was NOT a slut. And I didn't dare take the chance 
of getting her pregnant. Like I said, "Oh shit."

"It's OK," she said. "You can cum in me. My period was 
last week, so it should be safe." God! Previously, I 
hadn't even THOUGHT about the little girl getting 
pregnant; now it was ALL I could think about. Too late 
though... my prick was leaking my seed into the little 
girl, as I involuntarily hunched forward to bury myself 
inside her. 

I couldn't help myself. Suzy only let out a little 
squeak; as for the first time in her life, her belly was 
filled with throbbing male cock; leaking pre-cum and 
sperm into the little girl's womb.

For over 10 minutes, We just lay there, enjoying the 
feeling of being mated. Then I started sliding in and 
out, until Suzy seemed to catch my urgency, and began 
pushing back at me, just as hard as I was pushing into 
her. I stopped worrying about cumming inside her. It was 
too late now; and anyway, Suzy had made it plain that 
she didn't mind. 

Besides, I was already doing it. I felt the first 
satisfying trickle of sperm ripple through the tube on 
the bottom of my prick, before being forcefully injected 
in the belly of the sweet little girl working so hard to 
get me to cum inside her. God, did that feel good!

One, two, three shots of sperm I squirted in the belly 
of this incredible little girl My eyes were glazed, as I 
caught a glimmer of light reflected in my glasses. 
Surely we had turned out the light in the bathroom, when 
we went by.

I couldn't think straight. I kissed Suzy hungrily, and 
she kissed me back. I swear her tight little hole milked 
every drop of sperm right up inside her, while she 
grunted, groaned, and panted underneath me. Thankfully, 
she didn't yell or scream like she did at the drive-in. 
For sure, that would have woken her little sister up, 
and who knows how much trouble that would cause? 

Maybe Suzy's mother wouldn't mind Suzy and I "making 
out" on the couch. I found it hard to believe that she 
wouldn't object to my having actual vaginal intercourse 
with her little girl though. Especially, unprotected 
intercourse.

Even if I could believe that, (No way, buddy!) there's 
not a chance in the world that she would want me giving 
Suzy's little sister Ginny lessons in "making a baby" by 
showing the little girl how I did it with her big 
sister. SOME things are going just too far. Thinking 
about this, I turned my head and checked the bathroom. 
No, I had been mistaken... the light was out. Thank 
goodness! I breathed a sigh of relief.

After Suzy and I caught our breaths, we cleaned up. For 
the first time in my life, I got to watch a girl douche. 
Suzy even put on a little show for me; working the wand 
in and out to see if she could tease some life back into 
my prick. I think she really wanted to suck me off 
again, just like she had earlier. Only after two orgasms 
like that, it was going to take HOURS for me to recover 
enough to get another hard-on.

Oh well. Later on in life, I would develop more stamina. 
At the time, it was a wonder I managed as much as I did; 
getting a blow-job, and actually managing to fuck the 
little girl, long enough for her to get off both times. 
I guess I was just born lucky.

After cleaning up the couch, and getting dressed, There 
was still over half an hour left before Suzy was 
supposed to be in bed. Still, I knew it was time for me 
to leave; even though my parents wouldn't get worried 
unless I didn't show up for breakfast in the morning. 
(Or call. I guess Daddy knew that if a 16-year-old was 
going to, he was going to, and there wasn't too much a 
parent could do by that time.)

As I thanked Suzy for the wonderful night, she teased me 
some more. "Thank YOU," she said. "But you know, you 
don't HAVE to leave... you could slide into bed with me 
and Ginny, you know. Momma wouldn't mind."

Oh yeah? SURE, Honey, sure. And the stork brings babies. 
Thinking of which, I apologized again for not "taking 
precautions." God, if Suzy got pregnant...

"I don't mind," she said; kissing me on the way out. The 
next thing I knew I was outside the door; I heard a 
"click" as the latch was bolted, and the date was 
finally over.

Thinking about what Suzy might mean by, "I don't mind," 
was almost enough to make me knock on the door, and take 
Suzy up on her offer of sleeping with her and her little 
sister. Thankfully, practicality reared its head, and I 
managed to convince myself to go home. Otherwise, who 
knows what might have happened?


Chapter 3: Interlude #1
=======================

Lonnie was waiting up for me, and I still had Suzy's 
cute little red panties in my pocket, when I got home.

"Well, how did it go?" asked my big sister. She was only 
wearing a light robe, as if to be ready to "pay up" if 
things had gone sour.

"That's one I owe you," I told my big sister, by way of 
response.

Lonnie just giggled, "Oh don't worry. I'll find a way to 
collect, that won't hurt you, any more than this hurt 
me."

Once again I was tempted. This time, I was tempted to 
follow my big sister into HER bedroom, just to see if 
she would object. Once again conscience reared its head; 
and I went to my bed, where I slept alone. Again, who 
knows what might have happened if I had followed my 
instincts?

I didn't see Suzy again, until three days later... that 
is, if you don't count the quick glimpse I got when they 
were about to pull out.

Tammy was getting everyone in the car, when she saw me 
trying to catch Suzy's eye, where she was sitting in the 
back seat. The older woman got out and came over to see 
me.

"I'm sorry Mark," she said, "but we're leaving to see my 
mother, for the next three days. You'll have to wait to 
talk to Suzy, until we get back."

"Oh," I said, disappointed.

As she turned to go, Tammy added a sentence that made me 
shiver for the next three days. "Oh, and thanks for 
taking such good care of Suzy," she said, "both at the 
movie, and afterwards. Not many girls are lucky enough 
to get treated like that on their first date. Especially 
not ones as young as my daughter. Suzy told me 
everything you two did last night, and I want you to 
know that I really appreciate what you did for her."

Oh shit. Tammy couldn't possibly mean what I thought she 
did, could she?

"Maybe you two can get together some night, when we get 
back," she added, confusing me still further. "Anyway, I 
want to thank you for making my daughter's first date so 
special. It was really nice of you to treat her like a 
woman, instead of just a little girl. Maybe sometime I 
can show you just how much I appreciate this." With 
this, the beautiful woman leaned over and kissed me!

Right on the lips, too! I barely had time to respond, 
when she was gone; heading for the car, while licking 
her lips in almost an obscene manner, as if the taste of 
the kiss we had just shared was as full of semen as the 
one her daughter and I had shared the night before. 
"I'll give this one to Suzy," she said, just before 
shutting the door, and pulling out. They must have been 
in a hurry. The last thing I heard was when she rolled 
down the window, while she was backing out, and yelled 
at me that, "The NEXT one is for me!"

I wondered just what kind of family Suzy had, anyway. 
For sure, it looked like it was going to be fun finding 
out.

It's amazing how you can do without something for years, 
and THINK you know what you're missing. You might even 
complain a little, about how you're being deprived, as 
you THINK you know what being deprived is... after all 
you've never even had it yet.

HOWEVER, once you've had something, be it ice-cream, 
love, or the simple accessibility of a telephone, and 
find yourself suddenly bereft of it once again, then you 
find out what being deprived, REALLY means. Thus it was, 
with me and sex.

I had never had sex before Suzy. After having it for 
only one night, it was sheer torture doing without. 
Amazing, isn't it? Saturday night was sheer frustration; 
I almost found myself going down to my sisters' room, 
and asking one of them to relieve the pressure in my 
balls. Only Lonnie had only guaranteed I would have a 
"good time" on my dates. She had NOT volunteered to be a 
receptacle for my sperm, whenever I got horny. And as 
for our 7-year-old sister... 'Shudder.'

With Chrissie's big mouth, if she found out I had even 
ASKED Lonnie for a "mercy fuck," our parents would know 
within a week, even if the little girl tried to keep it 
a secret. And if the little girl actually saw us 
fucking... or I tried to fuck her... Jesus! What kind of 
pervert was I becoming, that I'd even THINK of fucking a 
girl that young... besides, she was my own little 
SISTER, for Christ's sake!

A nagging little voice in my head reminded me that, 
"Lonnie was my BIG sister, and I didn't seem to have any 
qualms about fucking HER."

I reminded myself fiercely that, "Lonnie has been 
fucking for years now, while Chrissie probably not only 
hasn't even seen a naked prick yet, she probably hasn't 
even masturbated yet. She's just a little GIRL, for 
Chrisake!"

In spite of this, I found myself with a handful of runny 
semen, while my mind imagined the little girl's tight 
little cunny squeezing the sperm out of my prick, like 
Suzy's had done so nicely the night before. Afterwards, 
I felt guilty about even THINKING about fucking Chrissie 
with my big prick filling her tight little cunny; 
squirting her tiny little womb full of incestuous cum, 
while she moaned and groaned underneath me; begging me 
to squirt the thick white stuff that makes babies inside 
her, just so she could "feel what it's like." Damn! I 
was doing it again!

Fuck one little girl, and it seems like you're a pervert 
forever. After blowing a second load in the old pair of 
underpants I used as a "sperm-rag" I finally managed to 
go to sleep, with images of Lonnie, Suzy, her little 
sister, and Chrissie all dancing naked in front of me; 
each of them begging me to, "Fuck me first... please?"

I woke up in the morning to wet sheets. Damn! I hadn't 
done that in months. After finally getting to fuck my 
brains out after so long of doing without, you'd think I 
wouldn't have a wet-dream for months. To top it off, I 
had jacked off TWICE the previous night, imagining I was 
filling my little sister's womb with incestuous seed. 
After THAT, you'd never imagine my body needing release 
so badly that it would do it in the middle of the night.

I sighed, and changed the sheets. Hopefully, things 
wouldn't be so bad by the time for me to retire on 
Sunday. Thankfully they weren't. Oh, I did walk around 
all day with a half-a-hard-on, but one quick jerk-off 
that evening imagining that Suzy had managed to sneak 
over from her house, was enough to give me relief. I had 
just finished spasming the little girl's tight little 
tummy full of cum (in my mind) and was wiping up, when 
Lonnie knocked on my door, and then stuck her head in.

"Are you OK, Mark?" she asked; looking concerned.

Damn! Why hadn't the girl asked me that last night?

"I'm fine," I responded, sheepishly, as my prick wilted 
under the covers. I was ashamed of myself for even 
thinking such thoughts about my own sister, now that the 
pressure in my balls was relieved.

Thankfully Lonnie didn't push things. "Oh," she said, "I 
thought you needed something." Then she was gone.

For a second, I wondered what she meant; unspeakable 
erotic fantasies running through my head. Then I 
relaxed. Lonnie had probably heard me groaning when I 
came, and had just been worried about her little brother 
being hurt. (In the back of my mind, a nasty voice 
whispered, "What if she heard you groaning; knew WHY you 
were groaning; and wanted to 'help out?'")

I ignored the nasty little voice. I knew my big sister 
had the reputation of a "good girl" in spite of all the 
boys she went out with.

(The nasty voice responded, "Then how's she going to 
'pay up' on her 'guarantee' if she really IS a 'good 
girl?'")

I answered myself that, "In the first place, Lonnie 
doesn't expect to HAVE to pay up. If my date with Suzy 
was any example, she didn't have much to worry about. 
After all, I only expected to have a date, and maybe 
feel a girl up a little. Wet-dream dates like that first 
one had been, weren't really necessary. Just a girl who 
didn't act like a 'cold fish' and make me keep my 
distance."

(The nasty little voice reminded me that, "Still, things 
could go wrong, that even Lonnie didn't figure on.")

I reminded myself that, "That's HER problem, not mine," 
and snuggled down to sleep.

(The voice just chuckled nastily, and then let me 
sleep.)

Monday was back-to-school, and thing slipped back to 
normal. Except, it seemed to me, that all the girls 
treated me slightly different, as if they all KNEW 
somehow, that I was no longer the "dork" of a virgin 
that I had been. Is there some mysterious stamp "VIRGIN" 
that only girls can see on a guy's forehead, that 
vanishes when he first gets laid? Even the three girls 
who had turned me down so soundly the week before seemed 
somewhat friendlier. 

Jocylin Marshal actually brushed by me getting through 
the classroom door, and didn't look like she had 
accidentally touched a maggot. In fact, (believe this if 
you will) she actually blushed!

Since Suzy had left on Saturday, and wouldn't be back 
until that night, I knew there was no way the little 
girl had told anyone what we had done. Besides, she 
wasn't that type of girl.

Still, SOMETHING was different about the way the girls 
treated me. I wondered if I was being "set up" somehow. 
Then it dawned on me; I was!

My big sister had promised to get me dates for five 
weeks. Obviously, she couldn't do it if everybody 
thought I was a "nerd" so she was doing SOMETHING to 
correct that image. I don't know what it was, but I 
liked it. It's NICE to be looked at by pretty girls, as 
if you're somebody interesting, and not some slug that 
crawled out from under a rock. Obviously there was more 
PR in getting a date than I had realized before. It 
suddenly dawned on me, that maybe THIS was what my big 
sister meant in the part about "not knowing who or how 
to ask." 

If I had had any brains, I would have had my big sister 
help me YEARS before. Suddenly, things I had heard 
before like, "To get a pretty girl to be interested in 
you, you've got to HAVE a pretty girl already showing 
interest," began to make sense. If I'd HAD any, I could 
have asked Lonnie to be my "pretty girl" and be seen 
with me, so I would look "interesting" to others. Damn! 
I remembered many times when Lonnie had offered to go 
out with me, when I was feeling alone and lonely, and I 
had been dumb enough to turn her down, because she was 
my "sister" and I wanted to pick up GIRLS! Shit, what a 
bonehead I was!

To make things even worse, (in my mind) Lonnie wasn't 
just a "pretty" girl; she was gorgeous. When I imagined 
the dates I MIGHT have had by now, if I had only... I 
wondered why they didn't lock up guys like me for their 
own protection. I was that dumb.

Now that I thought about it, Lonnie had some girlfriends 
that were almost wet-dreams themselves. If I had just 
shown interest in being around HER, then I would have 
automatically been around THEM.

I still didn't know what my big sister was up to, but it 
was obvious that she had 10 times the brains that I did, 
when it came to dealing with the opposite sex. Obviously 
SOME kind of rumor was going around the school about me, 
and it wasn't a bad one. Who knows, it might even be 
true. I suddenly realized that I owed Lonnie for FAR 
more than just setting me up with the cute little girl 
next door.

(Who, [another example of how stupid I am] I hadn't even 
dreamed of asking out, until my big sister practically 
forced me. Right under my nose for years; practically 
creaming her jeans for me; and I don't even see her, 
while complaining, "I can't get a date." God am I dumb! 
My sister was right. 

I wondered just how many MORE and similar opportunities 
I had missed. With Lonnie's help, it began to look like 
I just might find out. Four dates to go. I couldn't 
expect EVERY one to be a wet-dream, like the first, but 
just holding-hands in the movies would be a million-
percent improvement over sitting home alone, moping.)

That night, Suzy got back so late, that she only managed 
to sneak over to our house just before dusk. Chrissie 
announced loudly, "MARK! your girlfriend's here!" much 
to my embarrassment. Still, I hurried out on the porch, 
where we barely had time to do more than grab a quick 
kiss, before Suzy had to get back before she was missed.

"We've just GOT to get together tomorrow," she whispered 
in my ear.

I agreed, and we broke up; my prick just aching in my 
pants.

"Oh... I almost forgot to say, 'Thank you,' for what you 
did for me Saturday," she said, as she left.

"Friday," I almost automatically corrected.

"No, I mean Saturday," she corrected me back, with a 
slight giggle.

Oh God! I remembered what we had been doing just after 
midnight three nights earlier. "Thank YOU," I said 
sincerely. "That was the best thing that ever happened 
to me."

I could almost feel Suzy blush, though in the dark I 
couldn't see. "As I said, we've just GOT to 'get-
together' again pretty soon, she replied, before 
hurrying off before I could respond. God, my prick was 
leaking cum down my leg, just thinking about it.

"She IS a sexy little thing, isn't she?" My mother's 
voice almost in my ear, almost made me jump out of my 
skin. This time it was MY turn to blush. "Just be sure 
you don't hurt her," Mother admonished me. "After all, 
she's just a little girl."

"MUTHER!" I said, now disgusted instead of embarrassed. 
As if I would EVER do anything to hurt a child like 
Suzy... or anyone else, for that matter.

Mother didn't apologize. "I didn't mean physically," she 
explained. "Girls like that can 'take more than you 
might expect.'" Oh God, she didn't mean what I thought 
she did, did she? How much did mother suspect? I was 
still trying to figure this out, when she continued, "I 
mean emotionally. Suzy's got quite a crush on you, you 
know? The little girl would probably do anything for 
you, and I don't want you taking advantage of her 
generosity, then dropping her later." Oh. I thought 
about it.

"Mother," I finally said, "I can't say I'll always be 
able to treat Suzy as the most important girl in my 
life, like she is now." (Mother seemed to brighten at 
these words.) "But, I'll never just discard her like an 
old shoe, either. If Suzy steps out of my life, it'll be 
because SHE feels it's right, not because I chased her 
out. She may be too young for me to marry, but I love 
her too much for that. So even if I DO find some other 
girl, or girls, I'm not going to treat Suzy like dirt, 
just to get rid of her. OK?"

Mother looked at me almost sadly, for just a moment. "I 
suppose that's the best I can expect," she replied. "I 
know boys your age think mostly about sex, and how to 
get it. That's why you always try to take out the 
sluttiest girls you can find." She sighed, then 
continued, "Someday you'll find out that sex isn't 
everything, and see what a horrible mistake you made 
passing up the chance of a lifetime."

I stared at my mother's retreating back in amazement. 
You'd almost think my mother wanted me to MARRY the kid. 
At least it was obvious that she didn't know it wasn't 
SEX that kept me from entertaining the idea. Not after 
that wet-dream of a date the other night! No, it was 
just that Suzy was too... too... too young. I almost 
said "immature" but I couldn't bring myself to insult 
Suzy that way, even in my mind. 

In some ways, the little girl was more "mature" than I 
was. Still, MARRY a thirteen-year-old? Her parents would 
have my balls, at the very thought of me even thinking 
about their little girl like that... then I remembered 
her mother's actions earlier. I went to bed that night, 
thoroughly confused. I didn't even jack-off.

Over the next three days, Suzy and I DID manage to "get-
together" twice. The first time on Tuesday, we just 
managed a quick blow-job on the back porch, before her 
parents came out. I didn't even manage to get HER off, 
as I was just reaching in her panties to finger her cute 
little twat, when we were interrupted, by the door 
opening. Thankfully, I managed to jerk my hand out of 
her panties, before anyone noticed the obscene place it 
was in. Suzy turned around and licked a last drop of my 
cum off her lips, before she turned back.

If anyone had noticed the little girl with my white cum 
drooling down her cheek... 'Shudder.'

Wednesday, we just couldn't get together, no matter how 
hard we tried. All day long, either she was busy, or I 
was. Not to mention school taking up almost 3/4 of the 
day.

Thursday, we got lucky. My parents had to go to a 
meeting, and Lonnie managed to get Chrissie out of our 
hair for almost an hour. (Yet ANOTHER thing I owe my big 
sister for.) So Suzy and I sneaked into my room, and 
"got it on."

Yes, we fucked. We were both too horny after almost a 
week of thinking about what we had done 6 days earlier. 
So we got undressed, got on the bed, and fucked like 
bunnies; cumming within seconds of my sliding my thick 
prick up inside her tight little hole. It had been too 
long, and we were too horny. Still, feeling me ejaculate 
my sperm in her tight little tummy was all Suzy needed 
to get off herself. She, it seems, was just as 
frustrated sexually, as I was.

After that, we just lay there enjoying each other's 
company, until I got hard enough to do it again. This 
time, not being so frantically horny, I managed to bring 
the little girl to three frantic orgasms with her tight 
little cunny squeezing violently on my prick, before I 
finally lost it, and sent yet another thick load of 
baby-juice splashing against the child's uterus. Damn, 
that felt good. 

I had never even realized before that girls could have 
multiple orgasms; thinking (with typical male-
chauvinism) that girls needed to feel a man squirting 
inside them to have a climax, not realizing that most 
girls never even knew when a guy DID climax (if he did) 
inside her, as they can't feel it. It's only their 
partners thrusting and excitement they feel, and the 
slick sensation they get afterwards, when his thick 
sperm comes drooling out.

Once I knew better, I always tried to see that any girl 
I fucked had at least two or three orgasms to my one. 
Maybe that's why I've never yet lost a lover.

Huh? Yes, I mean just that. I may not be still fucking 
all the girls I met, but we never "broke up" and I'm 
certain that any or all of them would still "go to bed" 
with me, as long as both their current partner and mine 
wouldn't be hurt by the exchange. And (luckily) not one 
of them has gotten jealous about the fact that she knew 
I was screwing someone else. I understand that's 
extremely rare for so many girls. Many girls are NOT 
jealous, but enough are that I must be unbelievably 
lucky to have never met that type.

Or, thinking about it, maybe I'm just lucky to have a 
big sister who knows what's best for me... as Lonnie had 
introduced me to each of them. Damn! That's yet ANOTHER 
thing I owe my sexy big sister.

After "getting it on the bed" 'Giggle' Suzy and I barely 
had time to shower together and get cleaned up, before 
my little sister and Lonnie returned. I think Chrissie 
was suspicious about what her big brother and the girl-
next-door had "been up to" but she didn't say anything. 
At least, THAT night I went to bed satisfied enough that 
I didn't have to jack-off.

It was only then, that I remembered I hadn't even 
thought of talking with Suzy about what Mother had 
suggested. Oh well, even if mother WAS right, then there 
would be weeks, months, even years before I really had 
to worry about which girl I was going to choose for a 
life-partner.

Besides, I had heard many times, "You DON'T just pick 
the first girl you have sex with to marry! Your mind is 
too saturated with emotions, at being grateful for 
getting your first 'piece' to think straight. Get some 
experience first. Go out and get laid by other girls. 
DON'T just jump in, it may be a tar-pit."

Still, being "stuck" with Suzy the rest of my life, 
didn't seem to be such a terrible fate.

On the other hand, I had at least four more dates and 
weeks to compare the little girl against. Perhaps my big 
sister DID know what was best for me.

Perhaps? No "perhaps" about it. My big sister was taking 
VERY good care of me. Why, I don't know. Damn, I love 
her.

Too bad I can't marry my own sister. Not that she'd 
probably have a jerk as stupid as I am.

Thoughts like these were getting me nowhere. I loved 
Suzy, but she was too young. I loved Lonnie, but she was 
my sister. I began to wonder if there was a "right" girl 
in the world for me, or did they all have "buts" 
attached.

I finally decided that both girls might not be "right" 
for me, but that didn't have to stop me from loving both 
of them. With that momentous decision, I went to sleep.


Chapter 4: Date #2
==================

Friday (again). I already had a suspicion of who my big 
sister was setting me up with this time. But this time 
Lonnie was playing it close, just telling me to pick up 
my date in front of the library at 6:00. I jittered all 
day.

I did manage to see Suzy once, but we only managed a 
quick kiss, which her mother saw. The beaming smile the 
older woman sent my way afterwards had me blushing for 
hours. I wondered just how much she knew or suspected 
about my "relationship" with her little girl. I STILL 
didn't have time to talk properly to Suzy, though she 
DID clear up one worry; telling me that she "didn't 
mind" my going out on dates with other girls. 

She actually expected it; knowing that I was an "older 
boy", I would want to have "proper" dates with girls my 
own age. She just appreciated that I was willing to 
spend a little of my time with a "kid" like her.

By the time I had to go, I felt guilty about even 
thinking she wasn't "adult" enough for me. Suzy put 
things in a better perspective, when she pointed out 
that I would STILL be going out with these other girls, 
even if she WAS the same age as I was. Somehow that made 
me feel better.

Suzy had been very much the "proper" date. (Or was that 
"Improper-date"?) Doing things for and with me, that 
most older girls wouldn't have. Still, I got into this 
thing wanting girlfriends... plural. And I had promised 
my sister I would go out with whoever she set me up 
with, NOT just the first one. Even if she DID give me 
the best (and only) fuck of my life.

Since Suzy didn't seem to mind, even telling me to 
"enjoy myself", I decided I was silly to feel like I was 
"cheating" on her.

"Now you go out and have a good time," said Suzy, before 
sending me home.

"Now you go out and have a good time," said Mother, 
before she left.

"Now you go out and have a good time," said Lonnie, 
before sending me to the library.

I began to wonder if there was a conspiracy here. OK, 
I'd try to have a "good time" just like I promised.

Somehow it wasn't all that much of a surprise, when I 
found Betty-Lou Harris sitting on the library steps 
waiting for me. I had a good chance to look her over 
from the side, before she noticed me coming up.

Despite the earlier comments, Betty-Lou wasn't all THAT 
bad looking. In fact, if you ignored her buck teeth, and 
slightly angular face, she might even pass for pretty, 
in a plump sort of way. Her curves were in all the right 
places, even if there were more of them than you 
expected.

Even her "buck" teeth weren't really all that bad; being 
in fact just a slight overbite, that would easily be 
corrected by a few months of wearing braces. I wondered 
why her parents hadn't sent her to an orthodontist? 
Betty-Lou might actually be beautiful, if you liked the 
"Reubens" type, if she just got her teeth fixed, and 
used a little makeup to make her cheeks not look so 
gaunt. 

It was about then, that I did a double-take, as I got 
closer, and from two feet away on one side, noticed 
something that wasn't usually visible from the front. 
Betty-Lou WAS using makeup! Only instead of using rouge 
to make her cheeks look blushed and healthy, she had 
used something dark, to make her face look dark and 
pinched. It HAD to be deliberate. I wondered why, but 
decided it would be decidedly unpolitic to ask my date 
why she had decided to "make herself look ugly." 

Maybe when (and if) we became friends, I could either 
point out that she'd look better without makeup, than 
what she was using, or perhaps find out why she wore it 
the way she did. Perhaps, she was trying to look thin? 
If anything, the gaunt look to her face almost 
emphasized her slightly overweight status. And her 
clothes did the same thing; it's as if the girl didn't 
WANT to look attractive, just a little below normal.

I put the un-date-like thoughts out of my mind and 
walked closer to where I could almost read her book over 
her shoulders. NOT a book from the library; a paperback 
of some kind.

I coughed to get her attention.

You'd think I had set off a firecracker behind her. She 
almost jumped three feet, from a sitting position. The 
book went flying, and so did she. So did I almost, as a 
fist went flying by my face, and it was only by ducking 
that I didn't end up on the ground with a sore jaw.

"Sorry," I apologized, "I didn't mean to startle you."

For a second, Betty-Lou looked at me; recognized who I 
was, and a smile spread over her face. It was almost 
like the sun came out. With a smile like that, she was 
beautiful; buckteeth or no buckteeth. I felt sandbagged.

If Betty-Lou wore a smile like that in school, she could 
easily win the race for class-president, or whatever 
popular post she wanted. Once again, I was falling in 
love.

Betty-Lou saw me staring at her, and must have realized 
her face had slipped. A scowl darkened the beauty, and 
she was once again the class dog. "So what are YOU 
staring at?" she almost snarled. "If you don't like my 
face, you can just bug-off. I don't really need this 
date, you know."

I felt like a puppy that had been kicked. I guess it 
showed on my face.

"Damn!" she said, "Why do I DO that, to the nice guys, 
and drool all over the ones who shit on me?" The scowl 
changed to a wistful appeal. "I'm sorry Mark," she 
apologized, "but you startled me. It's no excuse for 
biting your head off, but it's the only one I've got. 
Please?"

I didn't know what to think. Still, it wouldn't be fair 
to NOT let her apologize.

"I'm Mark," I said; deciding that maybe she wasn't so 
bad after all. "I'm supposed to be your date for 
tonight. Of course, if you don't want to..."

This time Betty-Lou DID let the "face" slip... 
deliberately, I could tell. "I'm Betty," she said, "as 
you well know. The class dog, and now the class bitch."

I started to object, but she cut me off. "I know what I 
am," she said. "I'm NOT beautiful and just now I almost 
cut your head off for just looking at me. If that's not 
being a bitch, what is?"

I felt the accusation was still a bit unfair. "I don't 
think you're a dog," I said.

This time, Betty-Lou giggled. It looked good on her, as 
her face now had a smile back on it. "But you have to 
agree that I WAS a bitch," she pointed out. "And what's 
a bitch, but a female dog?"

It seemed that I had fallen into a trap of some kind, 
where I was damned if I answered, and damned if I 
didn't. I tried smiling dutifully.

"Well, you ARE a nice guy, just like they said you were, 
aren't you?" she decided. "This time, let me apologize 
properly. I was testing you."

"Huh?" I said.

She grinned at me. This time it was a warm friendly 
grin.

"I try to look like the class dog," she explained, 
"because it's easier to separate out the nice guys from 
the ones who just want to get in your pants."

"Oh," I said, to keep up my end of the conversation.

"A moment ago you caught me without me being prepared, 
and I could tell you thought I was beautiful," she 
continued. "I'm not, but it's hard to chase off the 
bastard-types, if they think you look sexy, so I tried 
acting like an SOB myself, to see if you'd at least be 
polite, you were. Thanks."

"This is all an act?" I asked. "The constant frowns, the 
dark makeup, the frumpy clothes? the whole bit?"

"Oh, you caught that too?" she twinkled. "Not only a 
nice guy, but smart, too. Yes, it's mostly an act. I'm 
not very good looking to begin with, and the buckteeth 
help; but mostly it's the way I act, dress, and yes you 
caught me, use makeup."

"I think you're beautiful," I said, and meant it.

"Thanks, Mark," she said, and laughed. "But don't tell 
anybody, or I'll have to cut you off." For a moment she 
looked so fierce, I wondered if she meant my head.

"I won't tell," I promised.

"Good," she said, "Only try to stop LOOKING at me, as if 
I were some kind of goddess, OK. I'm not. Now if you 
want someone beautiful, look at Marsha Swiggins. Now 
THERE is a girl who's beautiful."

"Yeah," I said, "and cold as ice. I'd rather have a real 
girl like you, than the 'Ice-Queen' any day of the 
week."

"You never can tell," said Betty-Lou, enigmatically. "In 
the meantime, what are we doing tonight? You ARE 
supposed to be taking me on a date, you know."

"Anything you like," I responded. "I've got enough money 
to take you to the Movies, to the drive in, to dinner, 
or any place you like. How about right here, at the 
library, for starters?"

"Huh?" This time it was Betty-Lou's turn to look 
sandbagged.

"You like books," I pointed out; picking up the slightly 
abused paperback from the ground and dusting it off. "So 
do I." I handed her the soft-cover and waited for her 
reply. Hmmm... dragons on the cover?

Betty-Lou took the book, and then followed my gaze to 
the title: "DragonSong"

"I'm sorry," she said again, "but I was reading about 
this girl who was running to outrace..."

"...Thread," I supplied, curious to see her reaction.

"You've READ it?" she asked, astonished. "I thought only 
girls liked books like this."

"One of my favorite authors," I affirmed. For ONCE, 
being a bookworm was actually being a help getting a 
girl interested in me, instead of a hindrance.

"In fact," I said; watching closely to see her reaction, 
"I have four copies of that book alone... she's one of 
my favorite authors."

"FOUR copies," she breathed, incredulous. "Why four?"

"One I've almost worn out re-reading," I enumerated, 
"One to replace that one, and TWO autographed copies 
that I got at two different stores when she came to town 
last year. She makes these tours about every five years 
or so, to promote her books."

"TWO autographed copies," she breathed; unable to 
contemplate such wealth. "I couldn't talk you out of one 
of them, could I?" she asked almost wistfully. I knew 
she didn't really expect an affirmative reply.

I thought about it. What did I really need TWO 
autographed copies for, except for purposes like this? 
They hadn't cost me any more than the regular price, 
plus standing in line for two hours for each one.

"You could for a price," I decided; giving her a grin.

"Would a blow-job do?" she grinned right back. "Ask 
anyone who knows, Betty-Lou Harris gives the best blow-
jobs in town."

"That was NOT quite the deal I had in mind," I said, 
with disappointment.

Betty looked at me, her eyes going as cold as mine. 
"OK," she decided, "A fuck AND a blow-job, and when it's 
over you get lost. When I finish, the date is over. A 
date like you, I can do without."

"How about I just GIVE you the book, and we call the 
date off right now," I said with disgust. "A mercy-fuck, 
I don't need. You can have the book, just don't tell 
anybody I gave it to you, OK? Then YOU can get lost."

"I'll be right back," I added, starting back towards my 
house. Shit. I couldn't believe it. A beautiful (Yes, I 
still thought she was beautiful, buckteeth and all.) 
girl offers to fuck me for less effective cost than 
going out on a date would be, and I not only turn her 
down cold, I throw the price of the fuck in her face. 
Talk about having a bad taste in your mouth!

"Mark?" A soft voice from behind me called out. I kept 
walking. I'd get the bitch her damned book, and then go 
home to cry. Lonnie was going to have to do a LOT to 
make THIS night turn out to be a "good time."

"PLEASE, Mark," The voice was almost crying. I almost 
kept walking anyway. Still, just because SHE was an SOB, 
didn't mean I had to be. "What?" I sighed, turning 
around and almost running into her. Betty-Lou was right 
behind me, and she WAS crying. Now I felt like a heel.

"PLEASE let me explain," she sobbed. "You're the nicest 
guy I ever met, and three times I've shit all over you. 
I KNOW it isn't fair, but could you please let me 
explain? Please? I don't want your damned book! No, I 
mean I DO want it, but...

Oh shit!" and she sat down and literally bawled.

Well, some people enjoy pulling wings off butterflies, 
but I don't. I sighed; sat down beside her, and (greatly 
daring) put my arm around her.

She turned into me, and for a few minutes wet the 
shoulder of my shirt. "I don't know WHY I always do 
this," she sniffled. "It seems I take shit from all the 
bastards, and just smile. Then when I meet a nice guy I 
turn around and treat him like the dirt that treated me 
rotten last time." She wiped her eyes on my sleeve, and 
continued. "I get lots of guys who go out with me, just 
to get laid," she explained. At my raised eyebrows, she 
continued, "You mean you DIDN'T know I'm called 'round-
heels-Betty'?"

I just looked at her, and she started crying again. 
"No," she decided, "you didn't. But your sister did. She 
even explained to me that was one reason she wanted me 
to go out with you tonight, so you could 'get a little 
experience.' Your sister's nice, and I owe her a favor 
or two. Besides, you sounded cute, and I get laid all 
the time by macho jocks and a few nice-guys trying to 
get access to the 'Ice-Queen'. A roll in the sack with a 
bookworm nerd, might be fun for a change, or so I 
thought."

For a moment, I was almost angry at Lonnie, but then 
realized she was just 'doing her thing'; trying to get 
me the experience she figured I needed. She never 
intended that either Betty-Lou OR I would get hurt. If 
not for the indiscreet cough, and the book incident, we 
would have both had fun, and I probably would have 
gotten laid by a real expert. No, my big sister wasn't 
to blame.

"Anyway," Betty-Lou continued, "as I said, most boys go 
out with me just to get laid, and I don't really mind; 
'cause I'm just as horny as they are. They don't call me 
'round-heels' for nothing. Just touch me, and I roll 
over."

Here, the girl giggled, but it was more of a sob than 
mirth. "So when you said you would give me that book, 
'for a price' I thought you were like all the rest of 
the SOBs, and here I had thought you were nice. So I 
decided, 'What the heck? He ain't all that bad looking, 
and I was planning on fucking him anyway. But if that's 
all he wants, why go through the farce of going on a 
date?' So for the third time tonight, I not only put my 
foot in my mouth, I practically choked to death on it. 
PLEASE let me start over. I don't really want the book 
now. Please?"

Betty-Lou looked up at me; and then tears started 
running down her cheeks again.

"You never DID ask me what my price was," I said gently. 
"It's still the same."

"Huh," she asked, "what DID you want from me?"

For a second, the old calculating look returned to her 
face, then vanished into more tears.

"It'll be a little bit harder for you to pay me, right 
now," I observed; tilting her face up so I could see it. 
"You see, all I wanted from you was a smile."

"A smile?" incredulous; not believing.

"Uhuh, a smile. When I first walked up to you, you 
accidentally let your mask slip, and gave me a smile 
like the sun coming out. I wanted to see it again. So, I 
thought that if I just teased you by 'charging' you a 
smile for the book you seemed to want, but that hadn't 
cost me much, (Only two hours of waiting in line in the 
hot sun, but I didn't tell HER that.) 

"I thought I might get a REAL smile from you by 
accident-on-purpose. It seems I was wrong. You can have 
the book. You can smile or not, as you please. Maybe 
some other week, we can go out on a REAL date, where you 
don't feel pressured to 'put-out' just because my sister 
thinks I 'need it.' I don't. I'm sorry you felt like I 
was trying to pressure you into something; even if you 
wanted it. OK?"

I got up; almost creaking in the effort, and started 
back home, which was only a few blocks away. "I'll be 
right back," I said. "PLEASE don't go away, as I really 
DO want you to have it. As I said, she's one of my 
favorite authors, and it would be a pleasure to give it 
to someone who likes her half as much as I do. 
Especially a pretty girl."

I'm not sure Betty-Lou even heard me.

"A smile," she mumbled to herself. "A Goddamned SMILE, 
and I treat him like slime you find on your shoe, after 
walking through the barnyard."

She looked up at me, where I was walking away, and 
yelled at me. "Hey YOU!" she yelled, "You are NOT 
getting away that easy! It's damned rare I get a date 
with even a nice guy. You are NOT cheating me out of 
this one."

Here, the girl caught up to me; hooked her arm through 
mine, as if she was my steady girlfriend, and smiled at 
me. It was forced; tears still streaked her face, but it 
WAS a smile. "Paid-for," I said.

The smirk I got in return, was more like the real thing.

"Let's forget about the book for now," she pleaded. "We 
can pick it up when we get back to your house later. 
I've got PLANS for you, Big Boy. OK?"

"Uh?" I said, suddenly leery, "Plans?" For a second, 
Betty-Lou had looked like the vampire in "Dracula" who 
had "plans" for the innocent girl.

"Uhuh," she said, not daunted a bit. "FIRST, I'm going 
to show you off, while we get something to eat. THEN, 
we'll really get rolling, your sister told you you'd 
have a 'good time' on this date, didn't she?"

I nodded carefully; not sure how much of my sister's 
"guarantee" that Betty-Lou knew about, or even SHOULD 
know about.

"Well Honey," she said, "you ain't NEVER had a 'good 
time' 'til you've been on a date with Betty-Lou Harris!"

Before I could object, (not that I wanted to) we were in 
the Burger-Mill, in the same booth I had occupied the 
previous Friday. Even the same waitress.

"A little older tonight," I see, said Carol, cattily, 
her green eyes taking in Betty-Lou's lush body, in 
comparison to the little girl I had been squiring the 
previous week.

"Oh can it, Carol," said Betty-Lou. "He's OK... I mean 
REALLY OK." Here the plainer girl gave the waitress a 
wink.

"Hmmm," said the waitress; giving me an even more 
interested look than she had given me the previous week. 
"Maybe I HAD better talk to his sister."

"Maybe you should," commented Betty-Lou.

I wondered just what was going on, and who was setting 
who up for a date? I didn't get any answers that night 
though... at least, not about that.

After finishing off about 2/3 of a pizza, Betty and I 
returned to my house to pick up the autographed copy of 
Anne McCaffrey's "DragonSong". Only we never made it out 
of the bedroom where I had it stashed.

"I told you that everyone who goes out with Betty-Lou 
Harris has a good time," she told me, while starting to 
take off my shirt while I was still sorting through my 
special box of autographed books. "And YOU tiger, are 
going to have the best!" Well, I guess I did. THIS time 
though, I remembered to ask about birth-control first.

"It's OK," she reassured me, "though I would have been 
disappointed, if you hadn't asked."

"Then you're on the pill?"

"Nope." 'Giggle.' "Diaphragm. I'm allergic to the pill. 
Still, it's almost as good."

After that, once I got up enough nerve to kiss her, the 
rest of the night was like a continuous wet-dream. 
Little Suzy has a LONG way to go, as a lover.

Much as I like the feel of her tight little slit 
squeezing the sperm out of my swollen prick; a tight 
cunny isn't everything.

Betty-Lou STARTED by sucking my cock; and worked up from 
there. She made love to me. Mostly the sex I had with 
Suzy had just been fucking. I learned quickly that while 
sticking your prick in a girl's tight little hole, and 
squirting it full of thick sticky cum is fun; it's only 
ONE aspect of the many facets of having sex. Betty-Lou 
knew ways I'm STILL trying to learn.

First, as I said, she sucked my cock. Only that's almost 
an insult to her talents. For over 20 minutes, B-L would 
lick the head, down the side, and sometimes tease me by 
taking the head inside her mouth. Then, she would play 
with it a little, until my urge to spurt her mouth full 
of thick white goo subsided, and she started all over 
again. When finally I warned her, "Oh God, Betty, I'm 
gonna..." she stopped and moved up my body.

"THIS one," she said; panting hotly in my ear, "I'm 
going to get inside me. Next time, you can squirt it 
right down my throat."

Oh shit. Hearing those words, coupled with a tight ring 
sliding down my engorged prick, while the sensual feel 
of a female body squirming in front of me almost blew my 
mind, was too much. Betty-Lou had barely managed to get 
my prick all the way inside her, before I was filling 
her sucking young womb with squirt after thick sticky 
squirt of thick white goo. Only in this, as in so many 
other things having to do with sex, Betty-Lou had almost 
perfect timing.

I WAS fully bottomed out inside her, when the urge got 
to be too much, and I felt the (by now) familiar 
pulsations in the head of my prick that told me I was 
ejaculating my seed in this incredibly young woman's 
body.

I'm not sure if she got off that time, but the tight 
squeezing of her cunny sure FELT like she did. Still, 
she probably just had lots of practice at making a man 
feel good. And oh could she EVER do that. (As I found 
out when she kept her promise about swallowing my cum, 
the second time. She DID have me cum down her throat; 
having me fuck it just like a cunt. I could hardly 
believe that she'd want to, but B-L managed to convince 
me.) 

THEN, she fucked me AGAIN! 

This time took a LOT longer, and Betty-Lou must have cum 
over 6 or 7 times, before I managed to get up enough 
energy to ejaculate yet another thick white helping of 
baby-juice in her sexy belly.

Three hours later we were lying in bed exhausted; sperm 
dribbling from every orifice of hers, while we tried to 
muster up energy for a fifth go-round. The girl had 
taught me things about lovemaking, that I didn't even 
know were there to be learned. French-kissing for 
example. Not to mention methods of cunnilingus and 
fellatio that were astounding.

Here I thought a girl was just supposed to suck a cock, 
and a guy was just supposed to stick his tongue in a 
girl's slit, and they both had fun that way. According 
to Betty-Lou, "That's just for amateurs!" And then, she 
proceeded to prove it.

Damn! Once again, my big sister had picked just the 
right girl to tutor me in the parts of sex I needed most 
to learn. One MORE thing I owe her.

"How did you ever learn so much about sex?" I asked, 
while we lay there in bed; just enjoying the feel of 
naked-skin touching naked-skin, while we tried to get up 
enough energy for yet one more try.

"Hmmmm," she teased; taking one of my nipples between 
her teeth. "You mean besides having at least three 
different guys in my bed every week for the past 5 
years?"

I shivered at the thought that this sexy broad had been 
enjoying sex since she was barely into puberty, while I 
waited miserably until I was 16.

"Or," she continued, "is it besides the fact that I've 
read the Kama Sutra and tried almost 3/4 of the 
positions that don't require special equipment?"

Oh God. The mind just boggles. I had just LOOKED at my 
father's copy.

"OR," she continued, teasing the other nipple now, "is 
it the fact that I started fucking my own father when I 
was six?"

"That must be it," she decided, looking at my suddenly 
re-erect penis. "So what do you want to know about me 
and Daddy?"

I couldn't believe she would even tell me this. Still, I 
just HAD to hear more. "Tell me about your father," I 
croaked, just like the old "Eliza" program.

"Mmmm," she purred. "Me and Daddy go back a long way. 
When I was a kid, I used to sleep between Him and Momma, 
until I got too big. I think it was when I was about 
three. Momma tried to get me to sleep in my own bed, but 
being a spoiled little brat, I kept sneaking out of my 
crib, and down into their bed, where I always slid in 
beside Daddy. He didn't squirm like Momma did; actually 
wrapping his arms around me, and snuggling up. This 
continued until I was 6, or thereabouts. 

By that time, I had watched Momma and Daddy 'making 
love' many times, as they just couldn't hide it from me. 
Since I didn't seem to be bothered by it, after a while, 
neither did they. I knew Daddy's big 'thing' went up in 
Momma's hole to make a baby; as I had watched the whole 
process take place at least twice by that time.

I knew Daddy had erections, and got 'horny' until he 
'got off' by squirting his sperm in Momma. Sometimes 
Momma didn't feel like fucking, but usually she would do 
it for Daddy, even if she didn't. Momma loved Daddy, 
just like I did.

So, one night I was lying there next to Daddy, and his 
thing got big between my legs. It probably had happened 
many times before; only this was the first time I really 
noticed it. I knew what it meant though, Daddy wanted to 
put his thing up inside Momma, so he could squirt his 
stuff in her. Only Momma was asleep. So, I did what 
seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. I let 
Daddy fuck me.

Uhuh. Daddy was 3/4 asleep himself, but horny as an old 
goat, so I decided it was up to me to take Daddy's stuff 
inside me, since Momma was asleep. I carefully slid my 
panties down, and pushed Daddy's thing up against my 
hole. Of course, it wouldn't go in."

Here Betty-Lou and I were lying side-by-side, as she 
"demonstrated" to me how she had tried to take her 
father's prick inside her, at the tender age of only 6 
years old.

"Only I knew what to do about that, too," she continued. 
"By that time, Daddy's erection had gotten REALLY stiff, 
and clear stuff was leaking out the tip. I knew what 
this stuff was for, after watching my parents, so I 
spread it all over Daddy's prick (bringing a groan from 
him) and then slid it up inside me. Uhuh, I fucked my 
own father. Or Daddy fucked me, whichever.

At first, it STILL wouldn't go all the way in, but a 
sudden shove from Daddy took care of that. What's that? 
No, it didn't hurt. I don't know if I had a hymen, and 
Daddy 'busted my cherry' that night, and I just didn't 
feel it, or I was one of those lucky girls who just 
don't have one. Anyway... three strokes after sliding 
inside me for the first time, Daddy lost it; squirting 
great gobs of sticky white stuff up inside me, while 
moaning "Oh, Betty," in my ear, over and over again; 
showing that Daddy knew it was ME he was fucking, not 
Momma. 

I was so happy! Now I could love Daddy just like Momma 
did. Well, you know it didn't stop. Two nights later, I 
woke up to feel Daddy's thick thing sliding between my 
legs, as he lifted my leg to get inside me. I didn't 
object. Heck, I was GLAD Daddy wanted to "use me" to 
jack off into. This continued for about a week, until 
Momma caught on. 

Either Daddy would get an erection, and I would slip his 
big 'thing' up inside me, or I would wake up to feeling 
his thick prick forcing its way into my body. In either 
case, Daddy would push at me, and I would push back at 
Daddy, until he squirted his stuff inside me. Then he 
would pull out and go to sleep. Only as I said, Momma 
caught us. I never even thought that Momma would mind me 
helping Daddy out, especially as she was sleeping at the 
time. As for Daddy, his goose was cooked... at least, 
for a while.

I don't know if it was the 6th or 7th time Daddy fucked 
me, when Momma woke up to the jiggling of the bed. I 
guess she was used to this, as Daddy used to jack-off in 
the middle of the night, quite often before he started 
using me to get off in. Momma felt generous that night, 
so she reached around Daddy to help him jack-off, and 
felt my pussy squeezing Daddy's prick, instead of just 
his hand. Whoooeee!"

I'll say "Whooee! too. B-L's story had finally gotten to 
be too much for me, and I erupted inside her tight 
little hole, just like her father had, so many years 
before. Betty kissed me, said "Thanks Mark; that feels 
almost as good as Daddy's did," before continuing with 
her story with my now half-hard prick keeping my sticky 
sperm from leaking out of her tight little hole.

"I bet I know something that will get you hard again," 
she commented, as my prick finally started to wilt. 
"That way, you can keep fucking me, while I tell you the 
rest."

I didn't think ANYTHING could get my prick up, after 
squirting in her like that; but I knew better than to 
put this incredible woman to the test. Betty-Lou Harris 
could give a statue a hard-on, if she tried. "What's 
that?" I asked.

"You seem to be extra turned-on by the thought of my own 
daddy ejaculating his sperm in me, while there was a 
chance of him getting me pregnant," she replied. "It's 
only been about a week since my last period; so I should 
be pretty safe now... on the other hand, maybe not. How 
would you like to take a chance?"

With this, Betty-Lou practically blew my mind away, as 
she reached down between her legs and fumbled around for 
a minute before extracting a pink rubber ring from 
inside her body.

"See," she said, holding it up for me to see. White 
streaks and a thick liquid oozing from one edge, just 
emphasized the fact that she had just removed the 
barrier between my seed and her possibly fertile young 
womb. "That's the stuff that makes babies, that you just 
squirted in me," she continued, matter-of-factly. "How 
would you like to take a chance, and do it again; this 
time without anything between your squirting prick and 
my horny womb?"

Betty-Lou was right. She COULD give me a hard-on again. 
My prick was aching again, at the very thought. This 
time, when my prick slid into her on the lubrication of 
the sperm I had already ejaculated inside her, and that 
was probably already wriggling its way up inside her 
womb, we both sighed in satisfaction. Well, if Betty 
wasn't worried about getting pregnant, then why should I 
be? Once she had me comfortably inside her, with my 
prick already leaking pre-cum inside her womb, Betty-Lou 
continued with her story.

"Surprisingly," she said, "Momma didn't yell or 
anything. In fact, she waited until Daddy squirted every 
drop he had inside me, and I had snuggled down to sleep 
afterwards, before bracing Daddy. 'YOU,' she said 
firmly, 'are coming with ME.' I guess Momma didn't want 
me sexually traumatized by her yelling and screaming, 
and yanking Daddy's thick cock out of me, when I seemed 
to be enjoying it just as much as Daddy did. That part 
was hard for Momma to understand. For the next three 
days, Daddy slept in 'my' bedroom, while Momma 
'protected me' from her pedophile husband. Only I didn't 
WANT to be protected. It was only on the third time that 
Momma caught me trying to sneak down to 'my' bedroom to 
'comfort' Daddy with my tight little hole, since Momma 
obviously wasn't, that Momma gave into the inevitable. 
At first, Momma was still mad at Daddy; jealous or 
something. But eventually her anger subsided when she 
saw how much we loved each other; and the sight of her 
little girl getting fucked eventually got to her horny 
side too.

Before a month was out, Daddy would go from fucking me, 
to fucking Momma, and then back inside me again, without 
hardly missing a stroke. My second brother Larry got 
made during the four years between the first time I 
fucked and the time I had my first period." I think that 
I got more sperm shot up my hot little hole in that 
time, than Momma did. After a while, Momma seemed to 
lose all her inhibitions against incest, and actually 
started encouraging Daddy to not only fuck me, but she 
made sure he ejaculated as much of his potent sperm in 
my sucking little slit as it could hold.

I sure didn't mind. Mind? Heck, I LIKED the feel of 
Daddy 'getting off' inside me, with his thick prick 
squirting hot sticky gobs of sperm right up inside my 
uterus where it belonged. Once Momma got over her hang-
ups, quite often SHE would be the one to start things by 
first 'jacking off' Daddy in me, and then later being 
the one to actually put my father's thick prick up 
against me, and help him work it into my body. 

After a year, I was almost addicted to feeling my 
father's thick prick sliding in and out of me, and found 
it hard to sleep, if I didn't have his slippery cum 
dribbling out of my vagina, after he squirted inside me.

The best part though, was when Daddy would be on top of 
me, grunting and groaning as he tried to cum, while 
Momma actually encouraged him to ejaculate his sperm in 
her little girl.

By now Betty-Lou and I were fucking again. Only this 
time it was just a fun leisurely screw with no cares on 
either of our parts on when or if either or both of us 
"got off" or not. It was fun, just being joined sexually 
together like that."

"Was that it?" I asked. "Did any of your brothers or 
sisters get involved?"

Betty-Lou grinned. "Not like I did," she said. "Oh, the 
rest of the family knew all about me and Daddy; but none 
of them ever got as 'hung up" on incest as I did. Not 
that they were turned off by it either."

I raised my eyebrows; encouraging her to continue, while 
I continued with MY job of sliding my prick in and out 
of her hot little hole; keeping both of us happy. "So 
tell me about it," I prompted, "what DID happen?"

"Not much really," she said, "beside Momma having Daddy 
fuck each of my little sisters as a 'birthday present' 
on her 10th birthday, so she could feel what it was like 
for a man to fuck her and cum inside her without 
'protection', while she could still enjoy it without 
having to worry. Neither one minded fucking Daddy; or 
was even all that surprised at our mother having her 
husband "teach" them about sex; with his thick prick 
squirting hot cum in their tight little bellies. 

After all, they had all watched ME getting fucked by 
Daddy often enough. Having our father fuck each of them 
with his bare prick squirting incestuous seed in their 
wombs, while Mother actually encouraged Daddy to TRY to 
get each of them pregnant, just like she had me, was 
quite exciting to them.

None of them got hung up on it either though, like I 
did. Oh, every once in a while one or the others of my 
little sisters would have Daddy slip into her bed, where 
he'd spend the night filling her tight little tummy with 
his sperm, and a couple of times I caught my big brother 
and one of them 'making out' by fucking in one of their 
bedrooms, when a date went sour. 

It never developed into a big family orgy either. They 
all seemed to think it as OK to fuck someone in your own 
family, but none of them was as enthused about the idea 
as I was. Fucking a relative just didn't seem to turn 
them on, like it did me. Even I eventually got over my 
crush on Daddy, but that was afterwards.

I interrupted her. "Afterwards?" I asked. "You mean 
that's not all?"

B-L giggled. "You ain't heard nothin' yet pardner. Wait 
until you hear about the first time Daddy got me 
pregnant!"

The "first" time? I almost choked!

"Afterwards," started Betty-Lou a second time, "things 
went smoothly, with Momma's pregnancy causing less 
trouble than usual, since I was there to take care of 
Daddy, when he needed sex. After a while, Momma seemed 
to be as proud of seeing me take Daddy's thick cock up 
inside me, as she was happy to feel it spreading her own 
horny slit. As for me, I got so used to Daddy sliding 
his prick up inside me, and squirting my hot little hole 
full of sperm, that I almost couldn't sleep without 
feeling my father's seed squishing inside me.

Sometimes I'd go to sleep with Daddy's thick cock inside 
me, and not wake up even when he squirted baby-juice 
inside me three or four times! It just soothed me to 
sleep, knowing my own father was squirting the thick 
white stuff that made babies inside me, where it 
belonged.

Even with Momma's pregnancy with Larry, not one of us 
gave a thought about the chance of ME getting pregnant. 
I mean, even I knew the stuff Daddy was squirting inside 
me, was the stuff that made babies in little girls, but 
we all knew I was too young and never even thought about 
it happening to me.

Or at least, neither Daddy nor I did... Momma, I'm not 
so sure about. Sometimes I wonder if she didn't say 
anything, because she WANTED me to get pregnant, (as 
long as I didn't complain or object) as a kind of pay-
back for preempting her husband. Or, maybe she just felt 
that if I could fuck her husband, then I could take my 
chances on having his babies, just like she did. 
Whatever.

Anyway, I had my first period when I was 10; my second 
three months later, and the third I didn't have until 
almost a year after that; as by that time I was pregnant 
with my little sister Carol. Momma never said a word 
through the whole pregnancy about how we could have been 
using birth-control. It was only AFTERWARDS, when I was 
going to start fucking Daddy again, that she told me; 
and then only as a warning.

Actually Momma gave me a choice. ONE baby by my father, 
she would allow me, and would raise it as one of her own 
children. TWO babies were too expensive."

"So what did you do?" I asked; sliding in and out a 
little. My erection was getting harder again, and Betty-
Lou groaned in appreciation. "Oooh," she said, "that's 
nice. Well, Momma gave me a choice."

I raised my eyebrows, so she continued. "You see these 
teeth," she asked; not bothering to wait for an answer. 
"Well, so did Momma and Daddy. It seems they had been 
putting away money for me, ever since I was 5, to have 
this corrected, once they knew it was going to happen, 
just like it happened with Grandma, and most of my 
aunts, and one of my uncles. 

I could use the money to have my teeth fixed, when I was 
13, or I could have another baby at the same time. With 
the teeth, I would be handsome and well-liked at school. 
With still another child to support, things would get a 
little tight around the house, and I would spend most of 
my free time babysitting.

For me, it wasn't a choice. I was pregnant with Daddy's 
baby for the second time, six months after delivering 
the first one. I had my second little sister by Daddy, 
barely a month after I turned 13. Only this time, Momma 
had the whole family watch, the first time Daddy 
actually TRIED to get me pregnant. This was back before 
either of my little sisters had gotten fucked yet, and 
while they knew about Daddy fucking me, they had never 
actually watched the whole thing from start to finish 
before. 

That night I lay on the floor in the living-room, in 
front of the whole family, and actually asked my father 
to fuck me, to cum in me, to squirt his sperm inside me, 
and to get me pregnant with his baby. Daddy did.

Feeling Daddy breeding me, with the whole family knowing 
he was not only cumming inside me, but actually TRYING 
to get me pregnant was a thrill like I never had before. 
I was cumming so hard myself, that I actually left 
teeth-marks in Daddy's shoulder when I bit him in my 
orgasm. Daddy must have liked it almost as much as I 
did, because it felt like he left about three gallons of 
squishing in my vagina that night. I must have dribbled 
cum for over two hours afterwards.

I think that was the day that Momma decided that each of 
her girls should get to feel her father ejaculating his 
sperm inside her vagina at least once, before she got 
old enough to go out on dates of her own... so she 
wouldn't fall for the first guy who got in her panties. 

So, when each of my little sisters turned 10 years old, 
for three days Momma had Daddy sleep with her, so that 
each of my sisters got to know what it was like to have 
a man not only screw her, but actually TRY to get her 
pregnant; with his thick white sperm soaking into her 
unprotected womb where it belonged. That way my sisters 
all got to enjoy several orgasms with a real man making 
love to them, with no artificial barriers getting in the 
way. After those first times though, Momma had Daddy 
show each of them what condoms were, and how to use 
them. 

She didn't want her girls getting pregnant when they 
didn't want to (unlike me). As I said, Momma didn't want 
any of her daughters having to marry the first man who 
got her panties down, just because she didn't know 
anything about sex.

Me, I already knew, and HAD fallen for him. It wasn't 
until after I finally started dating that I realized the 
validity of Mother's idea. But by then I had already 
enjoyed feeling my own father fucking me for almost 6 
years, and carrying his babies twice. Incest may not be 
for everybody; but I sure enjoyed it."

I couldn't help it. I blew yet another load of MY thick 
seed in the sexy girl's sucking young womb; imagining 
how tight she must have been to her father at only six. 
Even now, she could squeeze my prick so hard it felt 
like it could be cut off, when she had a climax. I 
wanted her to have LOTS of climaxes with my prick inside 
her hot little hole.

"So, what happened after that?" I asked, as I caught my 
breath after that final orgasm. I knew no matter HOW I 
felt, I was done sexually for the night. Not that Betty-
Lou seemed to be disappointed; having gotten off about 
two times to my one, every time but this last one.

"Not much," she said, "Momma put me on the pill after 
that, and turned me loose on the boys. When I started 
showing up with hives, and they determined I was 
allergic to the pill, Momma had me fitted with a 
diaphragm.

Daddy's getting older now, and can't get it up as often; 
while I'm just getting into my prime. Because I don't 
get out often, being busy taking care of the kids all 
the time, Momma and Daddy are both careful to NOT 
interfere on the nights I DO go out. Especially Fridays 
and Saturdays. THEY babysit the kids for me, two nights 
a week, while I babysit for THEM, the rest of the week. 
That's why I'm such a bookworm. Besides that, I have 
this 'arrangement' with Marsha, where we help each other 
out, when it comes to finding decent men to fuck. Now 
you know my life-story, and why I don't have to come 
home 'til dawn, if I don't want to."

THIS, I felt was a hint. I let out a groan. "But I have 
two parents who won't be pleased to find their son 
fucking the neighborhood-slut in their house, no matter 
HOW nice a girl she is otherwise."

For a second, I was aghast at my temerity; calling 
Betty-Lou a "slut." I guess, after that story, (not to 
mention having screwed me over 6 times in the past two 
hours) B-L felt I was a "close-enough-personal-friend" 
to use terms like that to describe her, in a friendly 
fashion. She giggled.

It was like this, the bed in a mess, our clothes all 
over the room, smelling like a whorehouse, with both of 
us covered with drying sperm and other even more 
unmentionable liquids and semi-solids, that My big 
sister Lonnie found us. She took in the room with one 
glance.

"Well, Little Brother," she asked, with a twinkle in her 
eyes, "did you have fun?" From the evidence on the bed, 
she had to ask.

"No," I said, shocking her. "I didn't." Even Betty-Lou 
looked at me with dismay.

I let them both stew for a minute. After all, they had 
BOTH caused me a little grief that night. Then I 
finished the statement. "WE had fun." I said, firmly.

I got a barrage of richly deserved pillows.

For the next five minutes we fought gloriously, until 
two of the pillows burst, and we lay gasping in a tangle 
of feathers, sperm, girl-cum, and just plain mess. Talk 
about fun! It was WORTH the hour it took to clean up, 
before our parents got home.

It was after we finished making up the bed together that 
Lonnie first noticed the pink cup lying somewhat 
forlornly in a puddle on the dresser. She picked it up 
between two fingers, with kind of a questioning smirk on 
her face.

"Oh that," said Betty-Lou; taking it from my big sister 
and spreading her legs on the edge of the bed; to re-
insert it inside her vagina. "Mike and I decided to try 
and see if he was lucky."

I blushed red as a beet; while Lonnie's grin grew even 
wider. The thought of Betty-Lou with my sperm still 
inside her vagina, working its way up inside her 
(possibly) fertile young womb, was almost enough to give 
me still another hard-on. Almost. The sexy slut had 
completely drained me. (And NO, I am NOT insulting 
Betty-Lou, she knows she's a sexy slut, and glories in 
it.)

It was only after walking Betty-Lou home, walking hand 
in hand together in moonlight, discussing books, dragons 
and other such non-important things, then walking home 
as if in a dream, that I found out she had walked all 
the way home in a micro-mini, with no panties. They were 
left in sodden glory in the middle of my bedspread, 
where either of my parents couldn't have missed them if 
they tried, if they had looked in.

I mean, sopping-wet scarlet red panties in a heart-shape 
in the middle of a BLUE bedspread?

She'd obviously left them for me, as a present.

You've got to admire a girl like that... she's got guts.

Not much sense, but lots of guts... walking home in a 
mini-skirt, with no panties? If I'd only known! On the 
other hand, it seems that she wanted me to find out 
AFTERWARDS, not then. It was her own sexy little secret, 
to get her juices flowing for when she climbed into bed 
with her father.

I loved that girl. No, I didn't want to marry her, but I 
truly did love her. Still, I guess she has lots of boys 
who love her, as she couldn't fit me into her schedule 
again, until at least two weeks AFTER mine was clear.

We made a date, at HER house this time, for six weeks 
later. I could hardly wait. On the other hand, I still 
had 4 more surprises from Lonnie. I knew nothing would 
top this, though. Six times in one night? Or was it 
seven?

"Thanks Sis," I yelled into Lonnie's room, when I got 
back. "That's TWO, I owe you."

"Whatever," came the mumble from my big sister's 
bedroom. I guess that she had a big night too. I 
wondered how many times SHE got fucked? Oh well, none of 
my business. Lonnie was obviously sexually satisfied; 
unlike me, a little over a week ago.

I fell asleep with Betty-Lou's soggy panties stuck under 
my pillow, so her scent would give me sweet dreams. 
Well, I DID have dreams that night.


Chapter 5: Interlude #2
=======================

The next week was an exercise in frustration. I now had 
two girls who would be willing to fuck me, if we could 
only get together. Only first, there was school all day 
long, and Betty-Lou was busy almost every evening. The 
one evening she WASN'T busy, I was.

It wasn't much better with Suzy. We both kept swinging 
and missing. On Sunday, we barely got together for a 
quick peck of a kiss, and a feel up under her short 
little dress, before Chrissie came looking for me, and 
WE had to go somewhere. Normally, a trip to the wave-
pool would have been quite a treat on a hot September 
day, just before Fall set in. Only when you have a 
chance to get laid, being teased by a whole set of sexy 
young girls in bathing suits was NOT what I needed. 

To make it worse, my parents had invited Suzy and her 
sister to come along, so I got to watch the girl I was 
falling in love with flaunt her body at me in a "look, 
but don't touch" environment. I was almost tempted to 
follow the little girl into the changing/rest-room, and 
pull her little one-piece suit off and fuck her right 
there, in front of any other girls who happened by. 
'Sigh.' Almost.

Her little sister wasn't much better. The little kid 
seemed to know something about me and her sibling, and 
the cute little kid teased me unmercifully. I mean, it 
was bad enough with Suzy. At least she had a one-piece 
swimsuit on and didn't flaunt herself at me. I guess she 
was just as frustrated as I was; seeing me there, 
knowing she could get laid if only we could be alone. 
But Ginny had no problems like that. 

I think she deliberately wore a bikini that showed off 
every square inch of skin legally allowable; and I swear 
the little girl followed me around; plonking herself 
down next to me where her cute little bellybutton was 
almost at eye-level; and deliberately spreading her legs 
so that on a couple of occasions I actually got a 
glimpse of her bare little cunny through the leg-holes 
on the bottom. It isn't FAIR to show a guy heaven, and 
then deny him even a touch.

For a minute, in the water, I caught Suzy alone, and 
managed to hug her; wrapping my arms around the sexy 
little girl and holding her tight in frustrated need. 
Suzy gave just as good as she got; and for a moment I 
almost came in my shorts (OK, swimsuit) in the water 
there. We had to pull away though, before anybody got 
suspicious. In fact, somebody DID get suspicious; as I 
could see Ginny paddling our way the moment we pulled 
apart.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say your little sister was 
making a play for me," I told Suzy.

"Yeah, she DOES seem to be a little jealous, doesn't 
she," acknowledged Suzy. "Don't worry about it. I'll 
take care of everything," she said.

I don't know what Suzy told her little sister; but from 
then on, the tone of her teasing changed. No longer did 
the little girl seem to be trying to get between me and 
her big sister, but on the other hand her blatant 
display of creamy-smooth skin and budding body got even 
worse, if possible. 

Any time she caught me looking at her, the little girl 
would grin and display even more of her budding young 
charms, if possible. I couldn't believe that a 10-year-
old could be that sexy. (OK, OK! Ginny was almost 11.) 
It was bad enough for me to be turned on by her older 
sister. It's a good thing that my swimsuit was wet from 
swimming, as otherwise someone might have asked me why I 
had a wet-spot in my pants on the way home.

To complete my frustration, somehow I found myself 
wedged between BOTH giggling little girls on the way 
home. Worse than that, neither one seemed to be the 
least bit shy in front of the other. I found myself with 
one arm wrapped around each girl; trying to make my 
surreptitious feels of their smooth skin look like just 
friendly touches that I couldn't help, while both Suzy 
and Ginny didn't seem to have any such restrictions. 

Suzy actually grasped the outline of my swollen prick 
through my shorts, when my parents weren't looking; not 
seeming to be in the least bit shy about doing it in 
front of her little sister. The two girls grinned at 
each other, then at me. Just when I thought things 
couldn't get any worse, Ginny slipped her cool little 
hand down INTO my pants, and actually wrapped it around 
the swollen member. 

I almost creamed my shorts. I couldn't believe that the 
little girl would do this in the first place, or that 
her big sister wouldn't mind her playing with "her" 
boyfriend, the second. Far from minding, Suzy just 
grinned, when her little sister leaned over and said, 
"You're right, it IS just as nice as you said it was." 
Oh shit!

I think Ginny would probably have jacked me off right 
there, in front of her big sister, but my mother picked 
that moment to start shifting around so she could look 
in the back seat. Ginny barely got her hand out of my 
pants in time.

"What's that you said?" she asked. I was sweating blood.

"I said Mark's just as nice as Suzy said he was," 
replied Ginny; snuggling into my arms. On the other 
hand, Suzy did the same thing. Oh God.

Mother just raised an eyebrow and then grinned. I never 
did find out what she thought was going on in the back 
seat; but I wonder if she knew. If she did, she never 
said anything. Maybe my mother was young once, after 
all.

After that, I barely got a peck of a kiss, and Suzy had 
to go home.

I must have jacked-off three times that night, and sad 
to say, two of them I spent imagining I was squirting 
Suzy's little sister full of my sperm, instead of the 
older girl.

Monday night, Suzy had practice of some kind after 
school, and Tuesday I was trying out for the team. It 
was Wednesday before we managed to get together.

In return for taking the girls out to the wave-pool, the 
Morgans' invited us over for a barbecue on Wednesday 
night. (No, they didn't feel OBLIGATED to; it was just 
more fun to have us over for a party, than to do it 
alone. Besides, there wouldn't be too many more days 
suitable for barbecues before the weather got cold.)

You might think that having both families together in a 
big bunch like that would give us LESS time to be alone, 
but in fact it gave us the first chance we had for 
almost a week. Our parents were too busy talking and 
fixing food, and doing all the other things that parents 
do at parties, to pay much attention to what their kids 
were doing.

Thus I found myself being hauled into Suzy's house with 
her little sister in tow. "What's with HER?" I asked 
Suzy. I mean, if we were going to "get together" like we 
wanted to, we surely didn't want her little sister 
along!

"We need her," explained Suzy. At my consternation, she 
continued, "as a lookout. If our parents come looking 
for us..."

She was right. Still, I didn't feel too comfortable 
about Ginny even knowing what her big sister and 
boyfriend were doing. I never got a chance to object 
though, because Ginny beat me to it.

"You OWE me for this, Big Sister," she said; putting 
capitals in her statement.

"I've already set you up for next week," Suzy reminded 
her little sister, "so don't push things. OK?"

"OK." Ginny subsided for a bit, then added, "But I can 
only do so much. If I give a double-rap on the door, 
then you guys had better be decent in a hurry, because I 
can't guarantee I'll be able to distract anyone coming 
for very long."

Suzy nodded, as if that was what she expected. "Thanks, 
Ginny," she said; and got a nod of her own, in return.

"Thanks, kid," I added, to compliment Suzy.

"Don't thank me yet," said Ginny; looking me up and down 
as if I was a slab of meat in the butcher-shop. "You 
still owe me, and I'm going to collect. And don't call 
me 'kid.' I'm a woman now." Ginny drew herself up, and 
tried to show off her almost non-existent bosom. Well, 
there WERE buds there, but not really breasts yet. 
Still, she WAS developing. I didn't have to be 
patronizing. Besides, Ginny was a nice kid. (OK, so I 
was patronizing in my head... so sue me.) "Sorry Ginny," 
I said, "I stand corrected. You are NOT a kid, you are 
developing into a nice young woman."

"And don't you forget it," said Ginny, before shutting 
the door firmly behind us, as she left the two of us 
alone in the bedroom she shared with her big sister. 
Suzy raised an eyebrow at me, and we both giggled.

Two minutes later, we were both too involved to giggle. 
If Ginny had rapped with a sledgehammer at the door, I 
don't think we could have recovered in time to look 
"decent", if the little girl didn't manage to distract 
any snooping parents. 

Thankfully, either Ginny was very good at distracting 
people (she is) or nobody thought to check on the three 
of us for the next 30 minutes. By that time I had 
drained my wad in Suzy's sexy young belly twice, while 
she had gotten off I don't know how many times, but at 
least three. GOD it felt good to feel the little girl's 
tight little slit squeezing the heck out of my swollen 
peter, while I watched it slowly slide up into the 
squeezing little hole I had been dreaming about for the 
last week or two.

The feeling of a tight ring slowly sliding down to the 
base of my prick was almost enough to make me cum 
without even fucking her properly. Aw, who am I kidding? 
I barely got two inches inside Suzy's tight little hole, 
before I was decorating the inside of her flat little 
tummy with rope after thick sticky rope of pearly white 
cream. I just slid my spasming prick into the little 
girl to the hilt, and lay there and let my seed flow 
into the child's womb. God, what a release, after all 
that waiting.

Thankfully, Suzy seemed to be just as frustrated and 
eager as I was; climaxing from the time she felt the 
first thick squirt enter her tiny little hole, and not 
really stopping until we regretfully had to pull apart 
when I had finished fucking her for the second time, and 
we knew we had to get back to the party. Yes, I fucked 
her twice. One quick fuck of, "Slide it in and squirt," 
wasn't enough for either of us, after all that time of 
doing without.

Again thankfully, it didn't take that long for me to get 
hard again. In fact, I never even pulled out; just let 
the little girl's tight little cunny milk my aching 
prick to hardness inside her, before starting over to do 
it right the second time. We were both too horny to even 
attempt foreplay, and once we had already fucked, it 
seemed like redundance, when we could keep on doing the 
"real thing" instead. So we did. That doesn't mean we 
didn't feel each other up, and hug and cuddle, and make 
loving noises while we fucked though. We did all that, 
and more.

The second time I felt Suzy's tight little ring slide 
down my aching prick, it was a LOT easier to keep from 
"blowing my cool" inside her. We managed to enjoy being 
mated (as I said) for almost half an hour, before the 
sensations got to be too much for us, and I felt the (by 
now familiar) sensations of a pulsing in my prick that 
told me I was filling the little girl's tight little 
slit with my seed.

Suzy seemed to enjoy fucking me, almost as much as I 
liked "sticking it to" her. In fact, she jerked and 
squeezed my prick three times while I was slowly sliding 
in and out. When I asked her afterwards, if she had 
gotten off, she replied, "Are you kidding? You mean you 
didn't FEEL it?" Well, what could I say?

We were just pulling apart, when Ginny poked her head 
through the door. There was absolutely no doubt about 
what the two of us were doing either; as my prick was 
dripping white cum to match the white froth making a 
gooey mess of her big sister's cunny.

Ginny didn't seem to find anything wrong with this 
though. "You two had better hurry and get cleaned up," 
was her only comment, "I don't know how much longer I 
can cover for you."

"Ooohh!" With a common groan, Suzy and I pulled apart. 
It was only when I was washing my hands and prick in the 
sink, and the little girl handed me a bag to fill with 
water, that I remembered the comment Suzy had made so 
long before... (Could it REALLY only be just a little 
over a week ago?) about her period, and it being OK THEN 
for me to cum inside her...

Oh shit! I felt like a complete asshole.

Suzy wouldn't let me apologize though. She explained 
that she knew HER schedule, and she no more had wanted 
to stop than I had. Besides, I didn't have any condoms 
yet, did I? When I said no, she explained that neither 
did she. If she got pregnant...

Suzy shrugged. She'd just have to see. She NEEDED that 
fuck, just as much as I did.

I couldn't believe that the little girl could be so 
nonchalant. Well, after all it WAS more her worry than 
mine. After all, it was HER body that would have to 
carry the baby if she had one; though it would be both 
of us who would be in trouble if she did. I couldn't 
believe it, but I was getting hard again, at just the 
thought.

Ginny just smirked, when we finally came out of the 
bathroom, combing our hair, and generally trying to make 
ourselves look presentable again. "Well?" she asked, 
"Did you two manage to 'work things out' OK?"

Suzy threw a sofa-cushion at her little sister; while I 
barely managed a fake grin.

Though we'd been gone over an hour, nobody at the 
"picnic" seemed to notice we'd been gone... except 
possibly my big sister, who gave me a funny grin. 
Whatever. Lonnie never said anything though.


Chapter 6: Date #3
==================

Why was it, that the next day I wasn't surprised to hear 
my big sister say that she'd set me up with Ginny for my 
next date? Still, I felt I had to raise SOME objection.

"But she's just a kid," I said.

"That's what you said about Suzy," Lonnie reminded me.

"Yeah, but at least SHE is 12," I said, then blushed as 
I remembered how that put Suzy past the age of puberty, 
and into the "dangerous" age. "Ginny's only 10."

"Almost 11," corrected my big sister. "What's the 
matter?" she asked. "Scared you're not going to have a 
good time?"

Again I blushed. Lonnie hadn't let me down yet. Besides, 
there was always her "guarantee". Somehow, I doubted I'd 
need it. Still, ten years old? On the other hand, Ginny 
was a NICE kid. I knew after the buildup that her big 
sister and mine must have given her, that Ginny would be 
AWFULLY disappointed if I begged off. Especially, if I 
said she was, "Too young." After looking out for me and 
Suzy the other day, I guess sex wasn't going to be a 
problem. That didn't mean I had to screw the kid, if she 
wasn't ready. Heck, maybe we could have lots of fun 
anyway, with me showing Ginny how to "make out" without 
actually having sex.

The more I thought about it, the more like fun it 
looked, to "teach" the kid how to have fun without 
actually getting fucked. Of course, I didn't figure on 
Ginny having her own agenda.

Just like the first time, Tammy was waiting to thank me 
for taking her little girl out. Only, to top it off, 
Suzy braced me in the hall, to tell me the same thing! 
"Now you take good care of her; and don't you DARE hurt 
her," she whispered fiercely to me, before letting me 
into the living-room to wait while Ginny finished 
getting "spruced up."

I looked disgustedly at my girlfriend. (Yes, I thought 
of Suzy as my girlfriend, and it felt pretty funny 
taking my girlfriend's little sister out on a date.) "Do 
you really think I'd do ANYTHING to hurt your little 
sister?" I asked.

This time it was Suzy's turn to blush. "You might turn 
her down," she said; then REALLY started blushing. "I 
promised her you'd give her a good time," she added.

Oh God. Just what HAD Suzy promised her little sister 
I'd do? I never got to find out, as Ginny picked that 
moment to make her entrance.

Wow! I didn't know little girls COULD look that good. 
Obviously Tammy had been helping her daughter, as I just 
don't believe a 10-year-old could come up with an outfit 
like that. Not to mention the makeup that was so 
skillfully applied, that it almost didn't look like it 
was there.

Most little girls, if they were trying to look sexy, 
would put on high-heels, silk stockings, and a vee-
necked dress slit down almost to the navel. The would 
also probably pad their bra to look like a woman about 
to have twins. Ginny looked nothing like that.

Starting at the bottom, Ginny was dressed in flat, 
oxford-style shoes, with bobby-sox, not nylons. No hint 
of stocking or other cloth marred the smooth flesh 
between her ankles, and the hem of the one-piece dress 
that fell halfway between her knees and the little mound 
that occasionally showed that there was a woman 
underneath that dress. 

The dress itself was a soft beige cotton material that 
flowed smoothly from her shoulders to the hem, in what 
almost looked like a seamless fit. It wasn't. To fit 
that closely to the little girl's body, it must have 
been cut to fit. Ginny's breasts made soft mounds in the 
front, not overblown bazzooms, like a full-grown woman 
would have. There MIGHT have been a little padding under 
the cups, but if so, it was demure.

No makeup was visible on the little girl's face; but I 
knew that was an illusion too. NOBODY, not even little 
girls, looks THAT good, without professional help. A 
gold band was around her neck; and a soft cotton band 
matching the dress held her hair in place. No earrings. 

Except for the sexiness of the dress, Ginny looked the 
picture of innocence. In fact, that's what made her look 
so incredibly sexy. Her wearing a sexy outfit like that, 
while still having an air of innocence as if she didn't 
even know what sex was. (But I knew different, from what 
she had seen me and her big sister do the day before.) 
Even under the dress, (I learned later) she was only 
wearing soft cotton panties that were probably sexier on 
a little girl like her, than most women's silk 
underwear.

Did you ever get the feeling you were being set-up?

Ginny walked right up to me, while I was taking in her 
attire, and gave me a kiss like I didn't give her big 
sister until we got home that first night. "Let's go," 
she whispered in my ear. "I can't WAIT to get started."

Well, that was the whole idea; to go out on a date. So, 
just like with her big sister, two minutes later Ginny 
and I found ourselves alone on the front porch; while 
the door shut with a 'click' behind us.

With a girl as young as Ginny, I hadn't been too sure 
what she would want. So, I had just brought along most 
of the money I had made mowing lawns and added it to my 
allowance, in hopes that we could find someplace that we 
both enjoyed, to have fun. Though my parents were out 
for the night themselves, I sure didn't plan on taking 
Ginny over to our place, and just watching television. I 
wanted HER to enjoy this too. Lonnie had already 
guaranteed that I would have a good time. It was up to 
me to see to it that my dates did. Still, I wasn't sure 
WHAT Ginny liked.

We could go to a movie, we could go to a fancy 
restaurant, or to the park, or even to the library, if 
she liked books like Betty-Lou and I had done. If I had 
felt funny going out with Suzy, I felt like a child-
raping pedophile with her 10-year-old little sister. 
When we got out the door, I asked Ginny what she wanted 
to do. Go and eat dinner, go to a movie, like her big 
sister had. Go skating, or what?

"I want to go over to your house and fuck," she said, 
"just like my big sister does." I almost had a heart-
attack.

When she saw my reaction, Ginny changed her tactics a 
little; from all-out brazen, to pleading little girl 
that MUCH better suited the "kinderslut" outfit she was 
wearing.

"Please," she pleaded, "I've been wanting to try it ever 
since I first saw you and Suzy two weeks ago. She liked 
it SO much, and you were SO nice to her, and I didn't 
dare even stand there and watch; though I wanted to so 
bad."

Oh shit. Ginny HAD gotten up to go to the toilet that 
night, and had seen the two of us going at it like 
rabbits. Only instead of being disgusted or frightened 
at seeing her sister and the boy next door fucking in 
the living-room, Ginny had just envied her big sister, 
and then bugged Suzy until she got the older girl to 
convince MY big sister to let her be "next" on the list. 
I wonder who Lonnie had originally planned for that 
night?

"Uh... are you sure?" I asked. I really HAD wanted to 
get laid that night, but I hadn't really expected to get 
in the pants of Suzy's little sister! I mean... 10 years 
old? Still, if Ginny really WANTED it, she did.

It seems that Ginny KNEW my parents were going to be 
out; almost as if she had arranged it. She wanted to go 
right on over to my room, and "Fuck our brains out." In 
fact, she used those very words. What could I say? 
Nothing... so I did it.

Yes, I fucked my girlfriend's 10 year old little sister. 
And surprisingly, I don't feel the least bit guilty 
about it. Ginny wanted it. Her big sister knew about it, 
and didn't seem to mind. (Mind? Hell, Suzy set me up!) 
Her parents, if they didn't mind, sure were being 
awfully ambiguous about it if they did. Even my parents 
seemed to be somewhat cooperative, leaving the house to 
me and Ginny. (Well, maybe they didn't know what Ginny 
had planned, but if they were worried about me boffing 
one of the neighbor girls, they would almost certainly 
have NOT left the house vacant for the two of us to 
use.)

Somehow it ended up almost a race to my house, to see 
who got there first, and who got undressed first. Only I 
stopped Ginny. "Do you mind?" I asked, as I stopped her 
from pulling the short little dress off.

"Huh?" she asked.

"I always wanted to 'peel a tomato.'" I explained with a 
giggle. (My parents once brought home the movie "The 
Sterile Cuckoo". That line is the only thing about the 
movie I remember.) Ginny giggled, when I explained, but 
consented, "Only if I get to peel the potato," she 
snickered.

We were both in such a giddy mood of giggling, that I 
found it hard to undress her. Damn, what a sexy outfit! 
Not to mention, what a sexy little girl inside it. I 
unzipped Ginny's dress in the back, and then peeled it 
down over her shoulders and arms. It kind of WAS like 
"peeling a tomato."

I couldn't resist kissing the little girl on the navel, 
once I got the dress off. She looked SO sexy there, in 
bra, panties, and shoes. The feel of her bare skin 
against my fingers was almost shocking, each time I 
touched her, or reached to take off another article of 
clothing. Such a perfect little-girl body.

For those of you who've never undressed a girl before, 
it's fun. Awkward, but fun. My touch kept bringing 
unexpected giggles from Ginny; making me fumble with 
things just when I thought I had them figured out. It 
seems so easy, doesn't it? Just unzip the dress, and let 
it fall off. Then unsnap the girl's bra, and slip it 
over her shoulders. That will leave you with her panties 
and shoes. No big deal, huh? Oh yeah?

In the first place, most people aren't used to being 
touched. Especially in unexpected places, by a person of 
the opposite sex. This caused Ginny to giggle and flinch 
each time I figured I had a "handle" on things. Like 
when I reached for her zipper, Ginny almost yanked it 
out of my hand, when she first felt my touch on the back 
of her neck. Then sliding the tight little dress off her 
body was harder than expected, as it was cut so close to 
her body size and shape that it was a struggle to get it 
over her hips. (Up to now, I hadn't thought the little 
girl HAD any hips to speak of. Ginny, it turned out, was 
more woman in many ways than I expected.)

The feel of smooth little-girl skin against my hand 
almost made ME jump; it was so sexy. After helping her 
step out of the dress, I tried her bra next.

I think the designers of women's brassieres must all be 
frustrated old women who hate men. It's almost as if 
they are DESIGNED to be hard for a man to remove. 
There's these funny little wire hooks, that are so tight 
you have to push them off backwards. And they don't want 
to go. (Of course, If I was a brassiere on a pretty 
girl, I wouldn't want to go either.) It took me almost 
two minutes of fussing to get that stupid thing 
unhooked. All the time Ginny was giggling, and then each 
time I thought I had it, she would jerk at my touch in 
some unexpected spot, and I would lose the damned thing 
again.

Finally, I got all three hooks undone, and slipped it 
off. There WAS a little padding in the cups, but not all 
the stuff filling the bra was padding. Some of it was 
real live girl. In spite of being only 10, (well OK, 
almost 11) Ginny was starting to fill out in the most 
delightful places. Even Suzy didn't have that much on 
her little sister.

If I had had any sense, I would have left the little 
girl's panties for last. But who said I had any sense? I 
mean, taking out a 10 year old kid, and then going right 
next door and getting her undressed to fuck her? That's 
being smart? Oh well.

As it was, Ginny ended up standing in front of me, naked 
except for panties and shoes, while I had my face almost 
in her bellybutton; trying to remove those same panties. 
The smell almost knocked me down.

NO! I don't mean that, idiot! Ginny did NOT stink. Far 
from it, in fact. Ginny smelled like nice clean little 
girl, fresh from the shower. (I guess she was; having 
just finished bathing before we left.) There was only 
the faintest hint of sexy smell coming from her already 
lubricating young cunny. It's just that the mere smell 
of pretty little girl right in my nose was so exciting I 
almost came in my shorts, without even taking them off.

I couldn't resist... I put my face close to Ginny, and 
licked her bellybutton. Of course it was a mistake. 
Ginny jerked away at the tickling sensation; I grabbed 
at her, and we both ended up in a giggling heap on the 
floor. This time I did it right, and KISSED her soundly 
on the navel, before we got back up so that I could do 
what I had started to do: Remove her panties.

Golly what a sexy sight. Not one trace of hair from her 
cute little navel down to the puffy dent that showed 
where her sex was. The dent was so big that somehow I 
didn't doubt that Ginny could take my prick up inside 
her, in spite of her tender age. I hurriedly removed the 
panties, before the aroma of sexy little girl in my nose 
made me lose control. Then, Ginny sat on the bed, while 
I removed her shoes and socks.

Beautiful feet. I had never been particularly turned on 
by feet before, but ones like Ginny's almost made a 
foot-fetish man out of me. Perfect little feet, with 
perfect little toes. Slender ankles led up to slightly 
swelling thighs, which led to... OOOoooh! "Down boy!" I 
chided myself.

It wasn't until Ginny reached for me when I was 
finished, that I remembered her part of the deal. I was 
to be undressed by Ginny, just like I had undressed her. 
I hoped I could manage to let her, without embarrassing 
myself.

Well, I did, but just barely. It was only the unexpected 
shocks and giggles that kept me from squirting thick 
white greasy gobs of cum all over the little girl's face 
or hands, when she removed MY undershorts. The rest of 
it I managed by just gritting my teeth and shivering at 
each sensual touch.

There was a slight pause, when Ginny tried to remove my 
pants without pulling my shoes off first, but that was 
only fair after the contretemp I had when trying to 
remove her bra. I guess she wasn't any more experienced 
at undressing the opposite sex than I was. (Surprise, 
surprise.)

When Ginny finished, we stood there for a moment just 
looking at each other, until I realize that Ginny was 
waiting for me to start something. After all, I was the 
"expert" here. (Yeah... Sex eight times, with two 
different girls, and that makes me an expert, huh? Well, 
compared to Ginny, I guess I was.)

Thank goodness ONE of us had some experience before. I 
think there should be some law, that all virgins should 
be initiated by someone who knows what they are doing. 
Can you imagine a boy and a girl trying to get things 
right for the first time, with neither one knowing what 
they were doing? God, what a disaster.

I have since read of just such things happening. In 
fact, in an article about some honeymoon-resorts in the 
Poconos, I read where some couples actually get married 
and are in their 20's, for Christ's sake, and both of 
them are virgins. Can you imagine how tough a girl's 
virginity gets, if she hangs onto it for 20 years? Well, 
with Ginny and me, it wasn't QUITE "the blind leading 
the blind" but it was close enough to be awkward.

With Suzy and I, things had just seemed natural; flowing 
from seduction, to foreplay, to intercourse, in an 
almost seamless manner. Even when we fucked, it was just 
one little step further along.

With Ginny, it was like I was raping some virgin-
sacrifice on an alter. Never mind that Ginny wanted this 
almost as much as I did. Seeing the little girl lying 
there naked on the bed, waiting to be fucked, was more a 
turn-off at wondering what to do, than turn-on at 
knowing she wanted me inside her just as much as I did. 
Luckily I retained a little sense, and didn't just climb 
on top of her and fuck, like Ginny seemed to want.

Figuring that what was good for her big sister would be 
good for her too; I bent over and started "feeling her 
up." Uhuh. I ran my hands up and down her body, then 
started kissing her all over, as I tried to duplicate 
the erotic time Suzy and I had in the car two weeks 
before.

I must have done something right, because Ginny started 
moaning and squirming and best of all, kissing me back. 
Shortly we were two squirming bodies on the bed; as we 
both did our best to make the other feel good.

I don't remember all the things we did, but it must have 
been at least 10 minutes later, while I was gently 
massaging Ginny's face, as we stopped occasionally to 
give each other pecks on the lips, and I was trying to 
memorize every line of the little girl's face, that I 
first felt my prick slip between Ginny's legs. I had 
almost forgotten about having sex. Making love like this 
was almost as much fun. Still, the feel of my prick 
rubbing against the furrow of the little girl's sex was 
hard to ignore. Ginny had noticed it too, and looked 
down between our bodies.

"Are you sure?" I asked; the first word either of us had 
said in over ten minutes.

Ginny didn't ask what I was talking about. She just 
spread her legs enough to give me better access. The 
next thing I knew, the head of my prick was pushing into 
the tight little hole between the 10-year-old's legs.

Sounds sexy, doesn't it? Well, it was, and it wasn't. It 
was sexy to feel the child's tight little hole surround 
the tip of my prick. In fact, I almost squirted her full 
of sperm, without ever getting inside her. What was NOT 
sexy, was the fact that I couldn't get it in! We were 
both too dry.

Now you may not believe this; thinking that by this time 
Ginny must have been as aroused as she was going to get, 
and my prick should have been leaking pre-cum for the 
previous half-hour. Well, you'd be right, and you'd be 
wrong. Both of us WERE highly aroused, and HAD been 
lubricating. Only it wasn't lubrication where we needed 
it.

There was an, "Ow!" from Ginny, before I managed to wipe 
the head of my prick around her drooling snatch; 
lubricating both of us enough that the head of my prick 
popped into her tight little hole.

After that, the shaft of my prick was STILL dry, so it 
took a couple of in-and-out shoves, before I managed to 
get two inches of solid prick inside her, evoking yet 
another, "Ow," from Ginny. THIS time, the barrier was 
inside her. With Suzy, we had been so worked-up and 
involved, that she had hardly noticed the loss of her 
virginity to my finger. With Ginny, there was no way she 
was going to miss it.

"Are you sure?" I asked again.

"Please," whimpered Ginny. I knew she did NOT mean, 
"Please pull out." So I did it.

I worked my prick in and out a couple of times to get 
more of our juices spread around, then on the third time 
in, I just kept going. A tight ring surrounded the tip 
of my penis, and then spread around it; then spread some 
more, until suddenly I had four inches of solid prick 
inside the little girl and the unlubricated part kept me 
from going in any farther. It was too much.

With only 4-inches of my prick buried in her tight 
little snatch, I suddenly began squirting thick sticky 
gobs of sperm all over the inside of the little girl's 
vagina. I couldn't help it.

Ginny just lay there and groaned. I guess that once the 
initial pain was over, she didn't mind it so much, but 
she didn't really enjoy it either. Damn. Still, Ginny 
didn't ask me to pull off either. In fact, once she got 
used to feeling me inside her, she pulled back about an 
inch, and then pushed forward. Twice she did this, until 
my prick was all the way up inside her, and the last of 
my potent sperm was dribbling against her immature 
cervix.

"There," said Ginny; suppressing a sniffle. "At least 
Suzy can't say I didn't fuck you properly. Now you just 
fuck me, and cum in me all you want to... OK?"

I almost snickered. Luckily, I have more control than 
that. Ginny sounded SO proud that she had managed to 
fuck her big sister's boyfriend. "Thanks Ginny," I said, 
"but I already did."

"Huh?" said Ginny.

"I already came," I amplified.

"But I didn't FEEL anything," she complained.

It was only when I pulled out, and showed the little 
girl the white goo dripping from my prick and her newly 
deflowered snatch, that she believed me.

"Let's do it again," she said. "I want to feel the good 
parts, where you cum in me while we're both liking it, 
like Suzy does. I know it's got to feel better than 
doing it myself; from watching the way you two like it."

Oh shit. I wouldn't be ready to go again, for at least 
another half hour, and maybe even longer. I pointed this 
out to Ginny.

"Well, what do we do NOW?" she asked.

"Well," I replied, "we ARE on a 'date.' Why don't we go 
get something to eat, or go to a show or something. Then 
when we get back, maybe you'll be feeling better, and I 
won't be so horny I blow it from overexcitement. What do 
you say?"

It took us only 10 minutes to get washed up, and 
dressed. It's amazing how much faster it goes when you 
do things yourself.

Twenty minutes later, we were in a truck-stop ordering 
dinner. Ginny did NOT want to wait for reservations at a 
fancy place, and I didn't want to take her to the same 
place I had taken her big sister. Comments from earlier 
about "robbing the cradle" came to mind. If Carol ever 
figured out that I was fucking not only Suzy, but her 
little sister as well... 'Shudder.'

All during the meal, Ginny and I "played footsie" under 
the table. It was only the knowing smirk on the 
waitress's lips, that made us stop. All I needed, was to 
be arrested for "molesting" a little girl. Damn, it sure 
didn't FEEL like I was molesting her.

When we left the diner, I tried to convince Ginny that 
maybe we should still go to a movie or something, but 
she wouldn't have it.

"Let's go back to your place," she said. "This time 
it'll work out better, I'm sure."

What could I say? So, we ended back up in my room, with 
half the night still left.

This time, we undressed ourselves. You know what? It's 
almost as sexy watching a little girl get undressed for 
YOU, as it is to undress her. Just knowing she is taking 
her clothes off so she can cuddle up naked with you is 
almost as exciting as taking her clothes off yourself.

The second time, there was no fooling around or 
fumbling. After cuddling together and smooching for a 
bare-minimum time necessary to get my hard-on back up to 
snuff, I wet it with my saliva, and slid home inside the 
little girl with a rush.

This time, Ginny only let out a slight, "Ouch," as My 
prick bottomed out in her. Also this time, I didn't cum 
inside her immediately on feeling the child's tight 
little hole surrounding my prick in a warm, wet, 
wonderful embrace.

For ten wonderful minutes we lay there, while I slowly 
slid my engorged prick in and out, before I finally lost 
control and sent my seed spurting high into the little 
girl's welcoming young womb. Ginny still didn't get off, 
but for the last six of the ten minutes, I knew she was 
starting to enjoy feeling me sliding in and out, almost 
as much as I liked feeling her tight little cunny 
squeezing and milking on my horny cock.

This time, while Ginny still didn't feel me squirting 
inside her, (I don't think a woman can.) she DID know I 
was getting off, and held me close while I spurted and 
jerked inside her.

Afterwards, we just lay there together, with my wilting 
prick held inside her tight little hole, while we 
cuddled and stroked each other. It was with some 
surprise, (to me, anyway) that about a half-hour later, 
my prick started to swell again, without ever pulling 
out.

"Ooohh, I feel that," said Ginny, with a grin. She 
started working against me; working life back into my 
prick with her tight little hole. I hadn't even known 
you COULD fuck a second time without pulling out. That 
didn't stop me from doing it though.

This time, it seemed like my prick would NEVER fire. In 
and out; in and out. On and on I fucked, until my prick 
was almost getting sore. I was about to give up and pull 
out, when I noticed Ginny's eyes getting wide, and her 
movements suddenly got frantic. Well, if she wanted to 
get me off one more time, I decided to try. Only Ginny 
wasn't concerned about me.

With a screech that I was worried would be heard by her 
parents next door, Ginny suddenly grabbed me in a bear-
hug and started bucking wildly and uncontrollably 
underneath me. Once my prick came out for a second, in 
her wild gyrations, but she got it in after an, "Ow!" 
from both of us when she missed the first time. Such a 
commotion and milking and squeezing on my prick I had 
never felt. 

Ginny was already tighter than either her big sister or 
Betty-Lou, but this was unbelievable. It almost felt 
like she was going to cut the damned thing off. Finally, 
Ginny's wild commotion came to an end. I don't know if I 
came in her during that wild ride or not. In any case, 
my prick was wilting, and I felt comfortably sated with 
sex.

Seven hours later, Lonnie was poking me in the ribs. 
Ginny and I had fallen asleep, still sexually joined, 
after that last great fuck where she got her rocks off, 
for the first time, with a man inside her tight little 
snatch.

Lonnie just grinned at the sight of her little brother 
pulling his limp wet prick out of the little girl next 
door. "You'd better be getting back," she commented. 
"It's after 5:00 in the morning. Besides, Mom and Dad 
will be coming home pretty soon, and I'm not too sure 
what they'd say about finding you two like this."

Holy shit, Batman! Such a mad scramble to get dressed 
and out, you never did see! Ginny told me I didn't have 
to get dressed; it wasn't all THAT far to her house, 
that she couldn't make it next door, without me. I 
didn't buy it.

I had taken Ginny out on a date, and I would see her 
home properly.

Even if it WAS too late, I could face the music like she 
would. I ran Tammy's instructions through my head... no, 
(Thank Goodness.) she HADN'T insisted that I bring Ginny 
home early, like she had when I took out Suzy. Maybe it 
was an oversight, and maybe she just expected me to know 
that the rules that applied to her older sister applied 
to the younger girl too. Whatever. At least I hadn't 
broken any specific rules. Next time, I would set an 
alarm clock before having sex. I hadn't known that 
having sex would put you to sleep like that afterwards.

Ginny just carried her shoes, and I didn't bother to put 
on mine, "to save time." We both ran barefoot through 
the dew-covered grass back to her place, and then stood 
shyly looking at one another.

"Well, uh, thanks," she said; drawing circles on the 
porch with her wet toe. "I had a great time."

"So did I," I said - the understatement of the year.

Ginny held out her cheek to me for a chaste peck, but I 
would have nothing of it. I turned her head around with 
my finger, and then kissed her properly on the mouth. 
For a moment, Ginny just pecked with her lips, then 
suddenly we were in a wild embrace kissing hungrily as 
we stroked each other.

I guess Ginny had known what she was doing; only 
offering me her cheek. It was all we could do to break 
apart, and not end up on the porch rutting like two dogs 
in heat, in front of the neighbors and everybody.

Somehow, shuddering, we pulled apart.

"We've GOT to do this again sometime," I said.

"Uhuh," replied Ginny, "we do." This time, when she just 
pecked me on the cheek, I merely accepted it. There was 
a 'click' from the door, and Ginny was gone.

It was awful lonely going back to my house.

It was also cutting things a bit fine. I had barely 
gotten back home, and was looking across the yard when a 
light went out in the Morgans' house; leaving it black. 
Not five seconds later, a white streak of light became 
visible as a car turned the corner down the street, and 
then came closer to pull into the driveway next door. 
Tammy was home.

I was still sweating THIS narrow escape, while settling 
back to sleep in my bed, when the noise of the front 
door opening announced my parents' return. Talk about 
narrow escapes!


Chapter 7: Interlude #3
=======================

Lonnie never did say anything more about my sleeping in 
like that, but the next day she DID tease me in front of 
our parents, by saying, "Well, I know YOU had a good 
time last night;" simultaneously reminding me of how she 
had caught the two of us, and of her "guarantee" at the 
same time.

"That's THREE I owe you," I replied.

"I know," Said Lonnie and giggled.

Mom and Dad didn't say anything. I guess they were used 
to their children playing funny games. Besides, they had 
their own cryptic messages that they passed back and 
forth over OUR heads.

It was only when I got back to my room after breakfast, 
that I found Ginny's panties in a soggy lump in the 
middle of the bed. Talk about obvious! I mean, white 
panties in the middle of a dark blue bedspread? If Mom 
or Dad had seen, there would have been no doubt in their 
minds what their son had been doing the night before, 
with the little girl next door. Ginny must have 
deliberately left them for me as a souvenir. I folded 
them up, and added them to my growing collection. 

I had never intended to start a collection of girls' 
panties, but it seemed that the girls wanted me to. Now 
I had one from each girl I had ever fucked. I didn't 
dare leave them all soggy with sweat. They would have 
gotten mildewed. So, I had to get up in the middle of 
the night and wash them by hand, when nobody was awake. 
It was a shame washing out the sexy smells, but better 
than losing them to mildew. Thankfully all three pairs 
dried fairly rapidly on my chair, so I was able to hide 
them in the morning.

Saturday was too busy to do anything with anybody. I had 
three lawns to cut, to help me earn back some of the 
money I had been spending on dates. I had just gotten 
back from the last one, all smelly and dusty, when Mom 
told me a girl had called. It had been Betty-Lou, and 
she had waited as long as she could, but finally had 
gone out with someone else. She had been TRYING to get 
ahold of me all day long, it seems. Damn!

Then, that night, my father dropped the bombshell. "I 
hear you've been fucking the little girl next door," he 
said at dinner time. I almost choked to death on a 
potato. 

"Your mother and I figured that it was probably way too 
late to stop you," he continued, "as you'd just find 
some way to sneak around and do it anyway, if we tried." 
My father looked at me sternly. "Now I want you BOTH to 
know, that we are NOT happy about this," he said, "but 
we also appreciate just how horny kids your ages get. I 
know I wouldn't have been able to pass up a cute little 
'piece' like Suzy myself, if I'd had a chance at your 
age. So, we decided we're NOT going to try to stop you; 
just as long as you're careful," he concluded. 

I was almost angry that my father would even THINK I 
would hurt the little girl I loved so much, until I 
realized he meant we should be careful nobody else found 
out I was playing around with her. Some people get all 
uptight, when a 12-year-old (well... OK, almost 13) is 
found to be having sex with someone older. And what 
about a 10-going-on-11 year old girl?


The worst part of the whole deal, was that Dad didn't 
mention which girl he knew I had been screwing! And I 
didn't dare ask him, as that would tell him I had been 
fucking both of them Oh shit. I wondered if he knew, but 
again didn't dare ask.

The next day, Suzy asked me if she could stay overnight. 
Talk about being in a quandary! Especially, after my 
father's remarks. I wanted to spend the night with the 
little girl so bad I could taste it; yet if Father got 
mad at me.

On the other hand, he hadn't said I HAD to stop screwing 
the little girl.

I thought it over a little bit; still not knowing what 
to do; then I grabbed Suzy and we both went down and 
told my big sister what she wanted. Lonnie listened for 
a while; then grinned and told me she would take care of 
everything. Suzy went home, and I sat in my room; 
waiting and jittering. Either that night was going to be 
the best night ever, or the worst. 

If, (as I feared) my parents got mad at me for even 
suggesting such a thing, then it would be hell. On the 
other hand, if I hadn't mistaken what my father had 
implied, having a little girl spend the whole night with 
me, while my parents not only knew I was fucking the 
kid, but were LETTING me do it; if not exactly with 
their approval, then at least with their permission. 
Wow!

About an hour later, Mother poked her head into my room. 
"Your father says it's OK," she said; bringing a sigh of 
relief from me. "Only we both want you to know that if 
you hurt EITHER of those two little girls, or even make 
one of them jealous by trying to be the 'super-stud' and 
taking on both of them like this, we'll have your 
ears... understand?"

"Uh, yes," I said; but I didn't really. BOTH of them? 
Did my mother mean to imply...?

Once again, my big sister had "set me up".

I couldn't believe it. Somehow Lonnie had changed Suzy's 
request to spend the night with me, into getting me to 
have BOTH of the little girls next door sleep with me 
while Chrissie was spending the night with one of HER 
friends (only NOT male). 

Not only that, but it seemed that the little girls' 
parents not only knew they would be spending the night 
at our house, but that they would be spending it with 
ME, naked, and in the same bed together, instead of 
spending it with my sisters, like most normal visits had 
been previously. If you thought I was nervous before; 
then I was almost a quivering wreck by suppertime.

I hadn't even thought about just how we were going to 
arrange things, so it was somewhat of a shock when I 
found both Ginny and her big sister sitting at the 
dinner table, just the way they usually would, if they 
had been coming over to visit my sister, or as they had 
when they were even younger, and either Lonnie or I had 
been "babysitting" them.

Just like those earlier times, we sat and joked about 
school; we talked about movies; and yes, the girls 
talked about boys... or at least ONE boy anyway, me. My 
ears were burning, when Ginny and Suzy started talking 
to Lonnie about, "You should hear the way he grunts, 
when he's close." right in front of my parents, yet! Oh 
shit! I felt my face get so red, I thought it was going 
to burn up.

Finally, the three girls either got tired of teasing me; 
or maybe they decided to take pity on me. Whatever. In 
either case, after dinner, instead of finding myself 
cuddled up to two sexy little girls, I found myself 
alone in the living-room watching TV, while all three 
girls gathered in Lonnie's bedroom, and chatted together 
as if I wasn't there!

I was just getting settled into a good grump; watching a 
show that I didn't like, but too pissed-off to change 
the channel, when I felt a body plump itself down on the 
couch next to me, and Ginny snuggled up next to me, like 
she was coming back from being away, rather than just 
arriving.

At first, I was inclined to reject her, but my good 
sense and good humor decided otherwise. Good thing too. 
I reached out and pulled Ginny closer. Somehow, when my 
arm went around her, I ended up with my hand up 
underneath her short little blouse; cupping a firm 
little tittie. Ooh, did that feel good. Ginny just 
snuggled closer.

Damn, it's nice to watch TV with a cute, sexy little 
girl snuggled up next to you; one who doesn't mind your 
advances. Ginny just snuggled closer each time my roving 
hand slid someplace that normally a boy shouldn't feel a 
little girl; like up under her bra, or down in her sexy 
little panties; feeling her firm young butt. I was 
barely aware of what was going on TV, or the fact that 
Ginny's hands were roaming over my body and underneath 
MY shirt, almost as freely as my hands were roaming over 
her.

"My turn," said a sexy female voice, as Lonnie moved in 
to take the little girl's place. Ginny didn't object at 
being preempted by my big sister; just giving me a 
loving kiss on the lips, before heading back to join HER 
big sister, while Lonnie took over. I was almost in 
shock. Somehow I was NOT surprised to find Ginny trading 
off with her big sister... but with MY sister too? Oh 
shit.

Lonnie didn't really give me much chance to think about 
it; snuggling up just as close to me as the little girl 
next door had. For a moment I was really worried. It was 
bad enough that I was "making out" with the two under 
age little girls next door. If my parents found out I 
was fooling around with my own big sister too... I 
shuddered. Only for nothing. Except for a faint chatter 
coming from Lonnie's bedroom, and the rattle of the TV, 
the house was quiet. 

Mother and Father had retired to their bedroom; leaving 
the house to us kids. I guess they knew what was going 
to happen between me and the little girls next door, and 
didn't want to interfere. (Actually, I learned later 
that they were so turned-on by the idea of their own son 
actually having TWO little girls to fuck, that they 
needed some privacy of their own, while they fucked 
their brains out; imagining the orgy going on in my 
bedroom... only it wasn't an orgy.)

For about half an hour, I made out with my big sister. 
After her sexy implications of how she would keep her 
promise if I "didn't have a good time" on Friday nights, 
I had been having quite a few daydreams about finding 
out just how good Lonnie really was to have as a date 
herself. Quite good, in fact.

Lonnie was a MUCH better kisser than either of the two 
little girls next door... almost as good as Betty-Lou, 
in fact. And she was DEFINITELY sexier. Her boobs were 
more developed, and she had a wriggle that almost made 
me cum, without even having my prick touched. Her ass 
was rounded in a way that promised heaven to whoever 
managed to trap this gorgeous creature into having his 
babies. (Damn! A boy just isn't SUPPOSED to think of his 
own sister this way!)

I was rescued by Suzy, before I got carried away and 
pulled down my own big sister's panties and fucked her 
right there in the living-room, where our parents might 
have walked through at any moment. Somehow I knew that 
Lonnie wasn't in any better shape than I was at 
resisting the temptation to fuck her own sibling.

Luckily we were interrupted by Suzy wanting "her turn". 
Or WAS it luck? Perhaps not. Later I figured that Lonnie 
just wanted to "try me out" but wasn't ready to fuck her 
own brother yet; so she had Ginny and Suzy help her, 
without leaving me hanging when she did so.

"It's MY turn," said Suzy. "After all, he's MY 
boyfriend." I wondered at this, but didn't deny it. 
After all, it was the truth. It was fun dating other 
girls like Betty-Lou and even her little sister Ginny, 
but Suzy was definitely the one who suited me best; for 
all her being so much younger than me. Actually, I found 
I LIKED the idea of Suzy claiming me as her boyfriend. 
Maybe Mother was right; and I was missing a bet. For 
sure, how many OTHER girls were as easygoing as her, 
when it came to her boyfriend playing around with other 
girls? (Like her little sister, and my BIG sister... not 
to mention Betty-Lou and the others.)

Suzy showed me I was wrong about her kissing. She had 
improved so much in the last week, she was practically 
as good as my big sister was, and I knew that with a 
little more practice, she would be even better. What 
more could a horny boy ask?

Well, I suppose, for some real sex, of course. But that 
was "cumming". 'Giggle.'

After about another 20 or 30 minutes, my sister returned 
with Ginny in tow, and announced, "I don't know about 
YOU three, but I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too 
late." With that, she headed back to her own bedroom, 
and very pointedly shut the door. Damn. I had almost 
hoped my big sister was going to join us in my bedroom. 
(Years later, Lonnie told me it took every ounce of 
willpower she had to keep from making it a "menage-a-
quatro" with the three of us. If I only had the 
brilliance to ASK her to stay, then she would have. 
'Sigh.' Oh, for lost chances.)

In the meantime, Ginny snuggled in on the other side of 
me from her big sister, and soon all thoughts of my big 
sister were driven out of my mind by two pairs of sexy 
hands roaming over my body, while two delectably female 
bodies were freely available to MY roaming hands. It's a 
wonder I didn't waste my sperm all over the couch, 
instead of up inside the bellies of the two little girls 
who didn't seem to mind the idea of me squirting either 
or both of their tight little slits full of baby-making 
cum.

"We'd better get this 'thing' into the bedroom, before 
he wastes it all over the carpet," giggled Suzy; putting 
my thoughts into words.

We were about to leave a trail of discarded clothing, on 
the way to my bedroom, but at least Ginny had a lick of 
sense: Telling us to pick the stuff up, and put it in 
the laundry-hamper, or everyone would know what we were 
doing, and where. (As if either my parents or hers 
didn't know exactly what their kids were doing together 
that night.) Five minutes later I found myself in bed 
with two very sexy, very horny, and VERY naked little 
girls. I blew my cum all over Ginny's sexy little leg.

SHIT! I had WANTED to blow it up inside at least ONE of 
the two little girls' tight little slits. Now I had 
really "blown it." I would probably never have a chance 
like this again. Both girls giggled; embarrassing me 
still further.

"It's OK," said Suzy; snuggling her sexy little naked 
body up to me, so my cum dribbling prick was nestled 
into the crease that led to her sex. "We can wait. I'm 
sure there's plenty more where that came from."

She was right. It took over half an hour, but having two 
sexy naked little girls snuggled up spoon-fashion on 
either side of me finally got my prick erect enough that 
Ginny was able to reach between my legs, and stick it up 
inside her big sister, without any one of the three of 
us having to move more than an inch or so in any 
direction. Oh GOD, did that feel good! The tight squeeze 
of Suzy's little slit milking on my prick was almost 
enough to make me come again, before I had hardly even 
started fucking her. 

What a DUMB way to "show off" for the two little girls I 
was starting to love almost more than life itself. 
Especially, when Ginny was watching me so closely, to 
see that I did a "good job" on her big sister, before 
filling HER womb with my sticky sperm.

By gritting my teeth, I DID manage to hold on until 
Suzy's tight little hole started clamping and squeezing 
on my prick, but not a second longer. Feeling the little 
girl lying beside me, while her tight little cunny 
rippled up and down my swollen prick, and her little 
sister watched me breeding her, was too much. Wave after 
wave of hot greasy sperm rippled through my prick, 
before being spat into the welcoming belly of the -12-
year-old. God that felt so good to let that rusty load 
of pregnancy-juice go... right where it belonged too; 
into the welcoming young belly of a little girl who 
seemed to be as happy about feeling me ejaculate my seed 
inside her, as I was to feel it going.

The only one who was disappointed was Ginny. Watching me 
breeding her big sister had gotten the little girl all 
"hot and bothered"; and she was expecting to get her 
turn. Only I couldn't. After wasting one big load all 
over her sexy little leg, then spewing what seemed like 
a gallon of sperm in her big sister's tight little slit, 
I was done for the night. 

I did my best though; feeling her up, then licking her 
cute little twat until she got at least a little relief. 
Towards the end, Suzy came over and helped me by sucking 
on her little sister's titties, while I reamed out her 
sucking little snatch with my tongue. It wasn't much; 
but it was something.

Afterwards, we all collapsed in exhaustion; snuggling up 
to sleep together in my bed. THAT was probably the most 
erotic thing of all, that happened that night. Only my 
poor prick had given out on me. Too much sensual 
overload, from having THREE girls tease me all night, 
then getting my rocks off twice, in less than half an 
hour.

Several years later, Suzy's mother pulled out an old 
record at one of her parties and played it; now that she 
wasn't worried about "corrupting" one of her little 
girls. Some gal named "Rusty Warren" told all kinds of 
dirty jokes on it... .

The one I remember most, was where one guy had two girls 
with him. She told the crowd that it, "Costs you twice 
as much, and you're lucky to have half the fun." That's 
the way it was here. I had more sex, the times I had 
either girl alone, than when both of them together spent 
the night with me.

Not that I was disappointed; far from it. It's SO sexy, 
erotic, and downright FRIENDLY to go to bed with two 
little girls who aren't jealous of each other; being 
willing to "share" you with the other as much as needed. 
I wanted to spend the rest of my life like that.

Towards morning, I woke up with a piss-hard, and when I 
came back to bed, both little girls worked me up until I 
could fuck Ginny properly. A half hour after that, I 
managed to fuck her big sister again. Then, I collapsed 
in exhaustion; and slept for another two hours. This was 
the first time I really managed to notice the 
differences between fucking the two girls.

Suzy was wet, loving, and soft and slippery; enjoying a 
nice leisurely screw, until the slow stimulation got too 
much, and I squirted her warm friendly hole full of 
thick white baby-juice.

Ginny, on the other hand, was tight, energetic, and 
nasty; mouthing obscene comments in my ear, while she 
milked my swollen prick with her tight little cunny 
until I was jabbing furiously in her; pumping great gobs 
of hot seed in her gyrating belly.

I can't really say one was BETTER than the other; only 
different. Very sexily different. I didn't know how I 
was ever going to give up either of them. Still, I 
wasn't about to marry either one right yet, either. 
Besides, I still had two more girls that Lonnie was 
going to set me up with. They deserved their chances 
too.

(What a change from three weeks earlier, where I was 
wondering if I was ever even going to get a DATE, let 
alone get laid. Now, I was "giving different girls a 
chance at me.") I almost felt like some stuck-up snob. 
On the other hand, I wasn't just going to jump in and 
marry the first girl who let me in her panties either! 
(Well, maybe I would... S

uzy was one HELL of a fine catch, as I was finally 
coming to realize... 12-years-old or no. So far the 
other girls were damned good; but Suzy was still better 
than any of them... except possibly for her little 
sister. But 10-years-old? Nah, I couldn't do that to a 
little girl like Ginny. She deserved somebody more her 
own age.)

The next morning both my parents poked their heads in; 
telling us, "You kids get ready for breakfast." There 
was absolutely no doubt about what the three of us had 
been doing though, as both little girls were dribbling 
thick white drops of my thick white cum from each of 
their tight little slits. I had just finished fucking 
each of them for the third time that night; (Or was it 
now morning?) this time doing a fairly good job of 
getting each of the little girls off, before filling her 
womb with thick white jets of hot sticky cum.

For a bit, it almost looked as though I might be fucking 
my big sister too, as she had come by earlier to "help 
out" by talking dirty, while I was fucking the two 
younger girls. 

At first it was embarrassing to fuck either girl, with 
my big sister watching; but then her nasty comments 
about little girls who liked to fuck, and nasty boys who 
like to squirt sperm in 10-year-old little girls got to 
be too exciting, so I did it. I fucked both little kids, 
while Lonnie watched; ejaculating my sperm in each of 
them under my big sister's interested gaze.

All three of us were about to haul my big sister into 
bed with us, and I was about to show her just what 
little brothers are good for, when she dodged around our 
reaching hands, and headed down the hall to the bathroom 
to "take a pee," she said.

Damned lucky she did; though I didn't feel that way at 
the time. Our parents called us to breakfast about 3 
minutes later, and if they'd been one minute earlier, it 
would have looked to them like I was fucking all THREE 
girls. Dad might somehow put up with me fucking the 
little 12-year-old girl next door; even possibly 
understand me porking her 10-year-old little sister. No 
way would he ever understand me slipping my prick into 
my own sister though... or at least, so I thought then.

After that incredible night, things slipped back to 
normal after breakfast. The two girls went back home; 
and I went back to mostly "pulling my pud" when I got 
horny. Still, Suzy did manage to suck me off twice 
during the week, and one of the two times we actually 
managed a quick fuck in my bedroom on Thursday, while 
everybody else was outside.


Chapter 8: Date #4
==================

That Friday, Lonnie just gave me an address. It was 
three blocks away.

I knocked on the door, and waited; then knocked again. I 
was about to knock a third time, when the door opened, 
and I almost knocked on the forehead of a little girl 
who couldn't have been much older than eight. She was 
dressed in an almost skin-tight outfit that screamed 
SEX! A tight little tube-top, and short little micro-
mini looked completely out of place on an 8-year-old. 
The hard flat eyes measuring me didn't do much to make 
me feel easier.

"Oh shit!" I thought. "Lonnie set me up with THIS?" I 
mean, Suzy was way too young, and if she was young, then 
what about her little sister? This, however, was getting 
ridiculous! What kind of pedophile-monster did my big 
sister think I was, anyway? Still, I HAD promised Lonnie 
I would try. Only if I tried, was I eligible to collect 
on her "guarantee."

I almost chickened out anyway. Horny I might be; I was 
NOT a child-molester. In any case, I was going to give 
my big sister an earful when I got home.

"Well?" prompted the girl, in an almost sneering tone. 
If this was my date, then it didn't augur well for my 
having a good time.

"Uh," I said, hesitantly, "I... we had a date tonight?"

The little girl looked at me like I was some kind of 
slime that you found under the refrigerator. Then her 
face cleared.

"Oh. Sorry," she said. Then, with a void that seemed far 
too old and loud for such a little girl, shouted, 
"CAROL! It's your DATE!" then slammed the door in my 
face. What a... kid. I didn't DARE put my full thoughts 
into words. Carol, huh? I wondered.

I was right. It WAS Carol Whittingham. Yes, the same 
Carol who I had asked three times for a date at school, 
and who had teased me about going out with Suzy on my 
first date. The same Carol Whittingham who had stuck a 
dig in at me on my second date, until Betty-Lou had 
straightened her out. For the second time that night, I 
almost called off the date before it ever started, once 
I saw who it was going to be with. Only I HAD promised 
Lonnie I would try. 

Besides, Carol HAD pointed out that she had been unable 
to see me on those past Fridays because she had been 
working. On the other hand, why hadn't she offered me 
another night, like Saturday, or something? I decided to 
wait and see. If the night was a bust, then it was a 
bust. Then I would take my big sister up on her 
guarantee, and see how nice SHE could make my night. 
Still, Lonnie hadn't let me down yet.

Carol started out by apologizing for her little sister. 
"Sorry Mark," she said, "but Michelle was expecting 
someone OLDER, for her date. The little slut says that 
older men treat her better. Can you believe it? Well, 
neither can anybody else in the family, but we know 
better than to try and stop her. Don't tell anybody 
this, but I think the little shit is actually fucking 
some of the men she goes out with. Her manners leave a 
lot to be desired, too."

I couldn't say a word. In the first place, I had already 
fucked a little girl not much older than her little 
sister, (Michelle, it turned out was 9, and dressed to 
look even younger, but like a slut.) so I couldn't put 
either her little sister, OR the man fucking her down. 
It was also too much like the scenario that I thought 
Lonnie had set me up for. "It's OK," I mumbled. "I won't 
tell."

"Well, it's NOT OK," replied Carol; surprising me. 
"You're too nice a guy to have to put up with her shit. 
Too nice to put up with MY shit too, for that matter."

"Huh?" Once again, I showed my brilliance... NOT.

"I treated you like a jerk," she explained. "All those 
times you asked me out, and I begged off. SURE I work on 
Fridays, it's a convenient way to shake off the weirdoes 
and nerds." Carol raised her hand, when I started to 
object. "Yes, nerds," she said. "That's what all the 
girls called you. I didn't really think you looked all 
that bad. In fact, you're quite handsome. So why did I 
turn you down?"

I shrugged. I figured Carol would let me know, if she 
wanted me to.

"It's because I'm a worse jerk than you were supposed to 
be," she explained. "I was afraid that the other girls 
would make fun of me for going out with a guy who's a 
bookworm, and who wears glasses. THEN when you came in 
with those other girls, and THEY all seemed to have a 
good time with you, like I could have been doing, I'm 
afraid I got jealous. So I got catty. 

Luckily, Betty-Lou set me straight, and told me how to 
fix things. So I talked to your sister, and she set me 
up for this date. I won't blame you, if you decide you 
don't want to go out with me, now that you know it's me. 
Your sister told me to tell me that if you decide to 
leave, once you know the truth, then she'll still keep 
her end of the deal, whatever that means. At least, I 
got a chance to apologize."

I stared at her stunned. Carol thought I was handsome? 
My big sister would stand by HER side of the "guarantee" 
if I decided to call the date off early? Carol really 
LIKED me, especially enough to apologize to me like 
that?

A girl as nice as her, HAVING to apologize? For almost 
15 seconds I stood there like a dummy; saying nothing.

"I see," said Carol finally. "I'll go back home, and you 
can go out with one of the nice girls you already know."

"Sorry for taking up your time." With this, she turned 
back to the door, and started to open it.

I felt like the heel that Carol must have felt like for 
stepping on ME. "Wait!" I said; stopping her just in 
time. "I'm sorry; I just didn't know that a nice girl 
like you would care enough about someone like me to say 
that. I like you. I think you're one of the prettiest 
girls in the class. 

"That's one of the reasons I kept trying to get you to 
go out with me. You're pretty, and sexy, and 
intelligent, and you seem to like the same sort of 
things I do, and you get along well with people. That's 
why I kept having hopes that you might go out with me. 
You never turned me down flatly, like some of the girls 
did. You always let me down easy; and never called me a 
nerd. Can we start over?"

Carol actually blushed. I had heard about this sort of 
thing, but it was the first time I had actually seen it 
happen to anybody. Her neck turned pink, then the 
redness ran up into her cheeks, and she kind of ducked 
her head and generally looked embarrassed. "I suppose," 
she said, "but I'm not sexy."

I looked at her with astonishment. Even in the demure 
plain white blouse and knee-length skirt, it was obvious 
that Carol had curves where Suzy or even Betty-Lou 
didn't have curves. She wasn't the wet-dream come alive 
that Marsha Swiggins was, but she definitely WAS sexy. I 
told her so; asking her if she ever looked in the 
mirror.

Carol blushed even brighter, if possible. This time, the 
red went up her cheeks and all the way into her 
hairline. "I'm NOT sexy," she said. "Not really. 
Michelle is sexy. Betty-Lou is sexy. Even your 
girlfriend Suzy, is sexy. I'm not. I can't be; or at 
least, I don't dare be sexy. If I was as sexy as my 
little sister is, I'd probably be pregnant before two 
months were up. I'm sorry, but I don't dare."

I pointed out to her, that being sexy did NOT have to 
mean that you had sex, like it was so obvious that her 
little sister did. Being sexy was in how you looked; and 
more importantly, acted. Being sexy did NOT mean that 
you had to have sex.

Carol agreed, but, "I STILL can't be sexy. I don't DARE 
to be. If I did, especially around a nice guy like you, 
then it would just be teasing you. I couldn't do that to 
you. It wouldn't be fair. Do you still want to go out 
with me?"

I pointed out to Carol that a guy didn't have to have 
sex with a girl, to have fun. MANY times I had sat alone 
on previous weekend nights, just dreaming about having 
the chance to be out with a girl on a date; talking to 
her and enjoying her company, without expecting to get 
in her pants. We could still have a good time together, 
even if we never did do anything sexually. And that's 
what happened.

Carol and I went to the movies together. It wasn't hard 
to find a new movie that we both hadn't seen, that 
appealed to both of us; unlike some girls. Carol 
insisted on paying her own way into the movie; over my 
objections. She said it wasn't fair to me to have to 
pay, when I wasn't "getting anything" out of it.

When I pointed out that I was having a good time, she 
replied that she was too. She DID let me buy her a snack 
at the restaurant afterwards, though. All through the 
movie I was more aware of the living breathing girl 
sitting next to me, sometimes with her hand in mine, 
while the hijinks on the screen kept us both in 
stitches. Carol even seemed to get all the "inside" 
jokes that I thought only horny boys knew. I found 
myself with an arm around her shoulders, as we shook 
together in laughter. 

A comedy had been a VERY good choice for a movie. Only 
once during the movie did I find that my hand had 
somehow ended up on Carol's bare leg, but she just 
firmly reached down and moved it to a more innocent 
spot, without being obnoxious or even pointed about it. 
I wasn't even annoyed. In fact, it was quite pleasant to 
go out on a date without worrying about whether I could 
"perform" up to the girl's expectations.

Somehow in our chatter during the movie and afterwards 
in the restaurant, I came to the conclusion that Carol 
DID know just how well I had been doing with Suzy and 
Betty-Lou. Not only that, but I think she knew about 
Ginny too.

It was in the restaurant (yes, the same one) that I also 
found out how Carol had gotten off that night... she had 
gotten Betty-Lou Harris to stand in for her! It seems 
the two girls did this all the time, when Carol wanted 
to go out on Fridays. Then, other nights, she would 
return the favor for Betty-Lou.

At the restaurant, Carol left to go to the restroom for 
a few minutes. When she returned, she slipped something 
soft, white, and slightly damp in my pocket. "I decided 
that NEXT time, I WAS going to be sexy... for you," she 
said. These are a promise... if you can promise to wait 
that long. I am STILL not the type of girl who fucks on 
the first date." I didn't have to pull them out to know 
that the soft white cloth was Carol's plain white cotton 
panties.

I almost wanted to sing all the way back to her house, 
and I was whistling all the way home; in spite of the 
fact that while Carol DID kiss me at the door, and even 
properly on the lips, the kiss was almost as chaste as 
holding hands, compared with those I had shared with 
Betty-Lou or Suzy, or even Ginny, for that matter. 
Still, I was NOT unhappy. Maybe I hadn't gotten laid, 
but four weeks earlier I would almost have killed to 
have a date even half this good.

For the third time, I ended up at home, with a girl's 
panties stuffed into my pants pocket. I was getting to 
be quite a collector of sexy girls' panties (and it was 
completely unintentional... at least, on my part it 
was). Now I had FOUR panties in my secret stash.

"Now, I owe you FOUR," I told Lonnie. My big sister just 
smiled, as if she knew something I didn't.

Well, she did. I just hoped I could afford whatever she 
wanted, because it would be hard refusing my big sister 
anything, after this.

You'll find this hard to believe, but the following week 
i got laid precisely once each day; starting with a 
quick fuck from Ginny on Saturday afternoon, and 
followed by an equally quick liaison with Betty-Lou on 
Sunday.

The rest of the week, Ginny and Suzy traded-off each 
night, with a quick fuck after supper, before one or the 
other of us had to be off to some previous engagement, 
or do homework or something like that. Not one was a 
real date, and only on Wednesday did I even manage a 
quick 69 with Ginny to get HER off. Not that any of the 
girls didn't get off when I did, it's only that one day 
that we had even a LITTLE time for something extra.

It all seemed so "arranged" somehow; as if all three 
girls were making sure I didn't suffer from "lack of 
sex" until my next date. Well, perhaps it was. I only 
jacked-off twice during the week.


Chapter 9: Date #5
==================

On the last Friday of the five that Lonnie had promised 
to "set me up" on a date, I ended up in front of a 
driveway where I felt completely out of place. I mean, 
houses like THIS one, you didn't see except in movies. 
Certainly boys like me didn't date girls who lived in 
four-story houses, with long drive-through driveways, 
with gates at each end, and almost 10 acres of manicured 
and landscaped lawn around the house. I felt like some 
kind of impostor. 

Heck, I didn't even KNOW any girls whose family was rich 
enough to live in a place like this on. Heck, it 
probably cost two or three million easily. Through the 
trees I could even see a private dock and boathouse. I 
almost chickened out and went home. Only my promise to 
Lonnie to at least TRY with WHOEVER she set me up with, 
stopped me.

Besides, Lonnie hadn't let me down yet.

When I ran the doorbell, and a BUTLER answered, I KNEW I 
had the wrong house. I mean, NOBODY affords butlers 
these days. Certainly not anybody I knew, or who would 
be willing to go out with a peon in an old Chevy, like 
my father had loaned me. "Uh," I started to stammer an 
apology to the butler, and sneak out.

"You must be Master Mark, that Miss Marsha was talking 
about," said the butler in an almost unbelievable 
British accent. (I learned later that it WAS a fake; put 
on just like part of his uniform. Danforth, [Dan, in 
private] was paid to ACT like a butler, so he did.) 
"Please follow me. Miss Marsha will be down shortly."

"Down?" "Miss Marsha" I didn't know anyone named 
"Marsha" except... no, it couldn't be. The "down" part, 
became obvious as the butler led me past an enormous 
grand staircase, like you only see in movies. Oh shit! 
What had Lonnie gotten me into THIS time? First making 
out with under-aged little girls, and then the sexiest 
slut in three major cities. (No; I was NOT running 
Betty-Lou Harris down. 

She WAS the sexiest slut in two states, and proud of 
it.) Now, it looked like my big sister had set me up 
with (of all people) the "Ice Queen." The sexiest girl 
in the sophomore class, who had the reputation of 
teasing everybody, but putting out for no-one. A died-
in-the wool, cock-teasing bitch.

Marsha wore sexy outfits to school, that while perfectly 
legal, showed more of the curvy body underneath, than 
should be allowed on any planet occupied by horny boys 
like me. I knew I wasn't the only boy in my class, or 
two classes ahead of and behind her, that had jacked-off 
more than once thinking about what Marsha Swiggins had 
up under those short little dresses of hers, or how her 
sweet red lips would feel wrapped around my swollen 
cock. 

Well, at least ONE mystery was solved. I now knew how 
Marsha always looked like she had just came from a 
beauty-parlor... she probably had. From the look of this 
mansion, it could easily hold 20 or 30 servants, and a 
hairdresser would fit in quite nicely. For sure, even if 
she didn't have a personal one, daily trips to the salon 
would be pocket-change to her family. No wonder she 
could afford to look down on peons like me.

I wondered just how Lonnie was going to explain THIS, 
when Marsha gave me the cold-shoulder, when she learned 
I was just the Mark who was in the class behind her; not 
even a sophomore yet, and certainly not in HER league. 
Well, I only hoped she would be nice about it.

Though with Marsha Swiggins' reputation of being the 
"Ice Queen" I doubted it. Then I thought it over. Marsha 
REALLY only had the reputation of being a "nice girl" 
who liked to dress sexy (thus getting the reputation of 
a tease). Just because she didn't "put out" didn't mean 
I couldn't have a nice time. Heck, look what had 
happened the other week, with Carol. I decided to give 
Marsha a chance... even if she WAS rich. (And a damned 
good thing I did, too.)

I EXPECTED Marsha to come "sweeping" down the staircase, 
in some long fancy gown, and give me the cold-eye, when 
she saw I wasn't dressed to kill, like she would be. 
Heck, the suit the butler was wearing, I knew cost more 
than my entire wardrobe, and HE was just a servant!

Well, my date came down that long staircase all right, 
but not "sweeping" in a long robe. You won't believe 
this, but Marsha came SLIDING down the banister; wearing 
a micro-mini that blew up when she did, so I could 
actually not only see her panties underneath the short 
skirt, but could see right up to her bare bellybutton 
above it! "Wheeeeee!" She said; barely jumping off in 
time to avoid running into the post at the bottom, and 
stumbling a bit so she ended up right in my arms.

I found myself with an armful of cute, wriggling, 
barely-dressed, and VERY sexy girl! And instead of 
pulling away, and giving me the "cold eye" like I had 
expected, Marsha actually SNUGGLED into my embrace, as 
if we were old friends, and just pulled her dress down 
enough to be barely "decent," while asking, "Hi Mark. 
Isn't it FUN to slide down a banister? Daddy had them 
build THIS one, just for me, when I was a little girl. 
He knew I liked it then, and I still do."

Danforth commented gravely, "It's not very refined, to 
slide down the banister, Miss Marsha. Your mother would 
have a fit, if she knew you were doing it in front of 
guests."

"Oh piddle!" said Marsha. "Mark here is my friend, and 
my date, who's taking me out tonight. I don't have to be 
refined with HIM, now do I?" Here, the girl gave me such 
a sweet smile that I couldn't have denied ANYTHING she 
said.

"No," I choked, "you don't." Even the SMELL of the girl 
was fit to dive you wild. She smelled so fresh, so 
clean, and yes, so SEXY. Not to mention her looks, with 
smooth mouthwatering mounds on her chest; big enough to 
look sexy, but without being so big as to look 
overbearing. Her rounded hips, and long bare legs below 
the micro-mini.

"DOWN boy," I told myself, "or you'll be getting your 
face slapped, like so many other boys did." I could see 
how, with her sexy look and actions, how so many boys in 
the past might have been tempted to make passes at this 
gorgeous creature. Especially, as with all her wealth, 
she didn't seem to have a pretentious bone in her body.

No wonder the boys called her the "Ice Queen." With all 
that sexiness, then it was no wonder some of the guys 
made passes at her. Ones she probably didn't want. So, 
she got the reputation for teasing, but not putting out.

At least, nobody that I had ever heard of, had ever 
bragged about getting in Marsha Swiggins' cute little 
panties. So, it was assumed she liked to leave boys with 
blue balls. Which just goes to show what assuming things 
does for you. (Yes, I'm sure you've heard the "ASS-U-ME" 
joke.)

Before I realized it, we were chattering gaily together 
like old friends, and somehow I found myself opening my 
father's car door for her like a princess. Marsha 
climbed in, like the jalopy was a royal carriage. With 
HER inside, it almost was.

So, we headed for the drive-in, just like my first date. 
Only I didn't expect to have the same luck with Marsha, 
that I had with Suzy. I mean, I figured Marsha had to 
have gotten her reputation of "Ice Queen," somewhere.

It helps to make plans. One reason I liked to use my 
father's car for taking a girl to the drive-in, was that 
it's one of those FEW convertibles left on the road. 
When I had taken Suzy, the night had been colder, and 
besides, I hadn't wanted to embarrass either her or me, 
by calling attention to the fact that I (a high-
schooler) was taking out a kid. (OK! Suzy is NOT a kid!) 
Tonight was warm and humid, so I fought the top down, 
before I picked Marsha up. It is NOT impressive to 
manually take down or put up a convertible-top, when 
you're on a date.

I wondered why the line was so short at the entrance, 
which boasted, "FIVE nights a week, rain or shine!" 
Uhuh. You guessed it. I hadn't checked the weather-
forecast, like so many people obviously had (those who 
stayed away that night). We had hardly been there more 
than 20 minutes, and the trailers and cartoon had just 
finished, when a big drop hit me on the nose. Damn. 
Well, that's the reason for convertibles, right?

You guessed it again. The damned thing stuck. By the 
time Marsha and I had struggled together to get the top 
up, we were both a mess. She had slipped in the mud; 
getting gray goo up her knee, and I had fallen down 
trying to help her, so I was a MESS, with gray slop 
coating the front of both pants and shirt. THEN, the 
wind started to pick up. With both of us hanging on, we 
managed to fight the now unstuck top down to where it 
would fasten. But by then, neither of us were in a mood 
to watch the rest of the show. Thank goodness we had at 
least seen the cartoon.

Now you MIGHT think that being soaked to the skin, 
losing a heel from her shoe, and having mud-streaks down 
her leg, (not to mention being chilled by the wind 
blowing through our wet clothing) would make Marsha so 
pissed-off at me, that she would never speak to me 
again. Only you would be wrong.

For all her reputation as the "Ice Queen", Marsha was 
VERY friendly. In fact, seeing me fighting to get the 
top down, then working WITH me to get it down while 
fighting the wind to keep it from being ripped (and 
incidentally, me from my father's wrath if I HAD gotten 
it ripped, canvas tops are EXPENSIVE) had somehow worked 
us into a camaraderie that would probably have been 
difficult to accomplish just by watching some stupid 
movie.

I took her back to her house; apologizing all the way. 
Only Marsha wouldn't let me. You see, she HAD watched 
the news, and even the weather report, and hadn't 
thought anything about it until we got drenched. First 
thing I knew, Marsha was apologizing to ME. When we both 
stopped to listen to each other, this led to a good 
laugh on both our parts. Then, Marsha started 
apologizing to me AGAIN. It took me a while to figure 
out what for.

It seems that she and Betty-Lou were VERY good friends. 
If a guy was nice to Betty-Lou, then, and ONLY then, 
would Marsha go out with him. This meant that Betty-Lou 
got lots more dates than she otherwise would, and Marsha 
got guys who were nice enough to treat a rather plain 
girl nicely. Only nice guys need apply. THAT is why she 
had previously turned me down, and acted so frosty to 
me... she had figured I was just another guy trying to 
get in her pants. Being rich, intelligent, AND beautiful 
had its drawbacks, it seems. Too many guys were out 
either for her money or her body. So she and Betty-Lou 
had worked out a system between them.

Betty-Lou didn't mind being fucked, just to get fucked. 
She LIKED to have nice guys take her out, but she liked 
just plain nasty sex too. So, all the guys who tried to 
date Marsha got subtly (or sometimes NOT so subtly) 
steered to Betty Lou. If they treated the class slut 
nicely, then Marsha would give them a chance to treat 
HER nicely. A few (very few) didn't make the second cut. 
Thus, the reputation of the "Ice Queen" who went out on 
dates, but never put out. Marsha DID put out, it seems, 
but only to those who wouldn't tell. In other words, 
NICE guys.

And it seems that I was in the lucky position of having 
gotten the best recommendation from THREE girls, that 
Marsha had ever gotten. Uhuh, Betty, Carol, AND my big 
sister Lonnie. So, Marsha had been planning on going 
with me to the drive in, (yes, the traditional "make-
out" place) to seduce ME. Only neither of us had paid 
any attention to the weather-report. Shit.

Well, THIS louse-up I couldn't take out on my big 
sister. After all, I had promised to give my date a GOOD 
time, not a wet squishy broken-heeled mess of a washout. 
Even though Marsha didn't seem to be mad at me, it sure 
wasn't HER fault either, that I didn't "have a good 
time."

Only I was being too hasty.

When we got back to her "mansion" (as I was tempted to 
call it) Marsha invited me IN, instead of waving good-
bye, and sending me home. To say I was astonished would 
be putting it mildly; flabbergasted would be the more 
correct word.

The butler was nowhere to be seen, and neither were 
Marsha's parents. It seems that servants don't work all 
night, and Marsha's parents had taken the opportunity of 
their daughter being on a date, to have a little 
"private-time" out themselves. Marsha and I were all 
alone in that big house.

Marsha led me in though a side door. It seems she didn't 
want to annoy the maid, by making a mess of the main 
entrance, good maids, it seems, are as hard to find as 
good butlers. Once inside, she immediately started to 
strip out of her clothes, as casually as if she got 
undressed in front of ALL of her dates like that. If I 
was astounded at her letting me come inside, what can I 
say about THIS?

"Well, hurry up," she prompted me; pointing to the 
waiting washing-machine where she was tossing her 
clothes. "If we hurry, the clothes will be dry by the 
time you have to go home." Marsha stood there, naked as 
a jaybird, with both hands on her hips, as if I was 
retarded to not see the obvious.

Well, retarded I'm not; easily embarrassed, I am. Still, 
if you thought I would "chicken out" of getting 
undressed in front of the sexiest girl in high-school, 
when she had already shown HER nerve by doing it first, 
then you don't understand how "macho" image works. No 
way could I let a girl show me up. Besides, she was 
being too damned friendly about it, as if being naked in 
front of boys like me happened every day with her. How 
could I act any less confident? Still...

"You're sure about this?" I asked, as I peeled off a 
soggy sock, before starting on my trousers.

Marsha looked at me with astonishment for a minute, then 
suddenly giggled. "Oh," she said with amusement, "I 
guess it DOES look like I was inviting you to..." Here 
she burst into a REAL set of giggles.

I paused; looking through the neck of my shirt I had 
half-off, and looked at her in dismay. Had I been 
assuming too much?

"I'm sorry," she said; giggling, "I should have THOUGHT 
how it looked to you. I was just trying to get our 
clothes dried out. I wasn't trying to seduce you."

Shit. Still, she DID sound honest.

"Though," she said; suddenly taking the sting out of it, 
"we might get around to that later."

HOPE! I was NOT going to force things by asking HOW much 
later. Maybe I should have pushed things, considering 
what happened.

Ten minutes later, Marsha and I were sitting in the 
kitchen; listening to the washer making gurgling noises 
from the laundry-room, while we both sipped steaming 
cups of hot chocolate. We were both wrapped in ENORMOUS 
towels, but nothing else. I must say, the towel looked a 
LOT better on Marsha than it did on me. She had it 
wrapped around her like a sarong, and she wore it like a 
queen. I couldn't help but let my eyes follow her 
everywhere she went. And to my delight, Marsha didn't 
seem to mind.

She had only gotten the towels to wear, because she 
thought we might be "more comfortable" drinking 
chocolate in them, while the clothes washed. To my joy, 
she hadn't retired to another room to get dressed; 
simply wrapping her nude body with the towel right in 
front of me; as if she didn't mind my seeing her nude or 
not-nude.

With the hard-on I was soon sporting, it's for certain I 
felt more comfortable with something to hide it. Only I 
think Marsha knew what I was hiding under the towel; as 
her smiles over the steaming cup in her hand couldn't 
have been all for my wit. 

I was too busy looking at her, and talking about various 
things like the books I read (obviously she HAD been 
talking to Betty-Lou) why I still drove my father's car, 
instead of one of my own, and even about the dates my 
big sister had set me up on. (No, I did NOT tell her I 
had been having sex with them; and she didn't pry 
either. I guess she knew if I was going to keep my 
liaisons with HER to myself, she couldn't expect me to 
blab about others. Only she seemed to know an awful lot 
anyway.)

Just about the time we finished the chocolate, the 
washer also finished with a thump. Marsha grabbed our 
clothes out of the washing machine, and threw them in 
the dryer, THEN she grabbed the towel from me and her, 
and threw them both in the now-empty washing machine, 
and started it up again.

I watched in astonishment as, naked as the day she was 
born, Marsha Swiggins, the "Ice-Queen", the most 
beautiful girl in the sophomore class, walked towards 
the main part of the house.

"Well?" she prompted me; looking over her shoulder, 
"aren't you coming?"

For the next 20 minutes, Marsha led me on a tour of the 
house. From the basement, with the furnace and hot-tub, 
to the cupola above the attic, with the weather-station 
just outside the window. Somehow, (and somehow I was not 
surprised) we ended up in HER bedroom, where she walked 
into her own private bath, and started taking a shower! 
To my astonishment (again) she held open the shower-
door, and invited me in with a gesture.

No, we did NOT fuck in the shower. We DID clean each 
other off though. It's surprising how dirty that 
escapade in the drive-in had left us, even underneath 
our clothing. It's also surprising just how FRIENDLY it 
is, to bathe with a friend (not to mention how erotic). 
Afterwards, we dried each other off, and ended up 
sitting on the bed together. This led to hugging each 
other, then more than hugs, as you might imagine.

"If you ever tell ANYONE that you stuck your nasty old 
peter in Marsha Swiggins' hole, I'll not only deny it, 
I'll make you the laughingstock of the whole school," 
she said, as she fit the head of my prick up against her 
sopping wet hole. Even after drying with the towels, she 
was wet again, and I knew it wasn't from the shower, 
either. I knew she could do what she threatened too. Not 
that I WOULD tell anyone. I liked her FAR too much 
already to do such a thing. Besides, I had hopes of 
repeating this; or at LEAST retaining her as a friend.

Surprisingly, even as I tried to fit my prick up inside 
her, I found that I wanted her as a friend even MORE 
than I wanted to fuck her. And I was almost ACHING to do 
that!

Well, if everything went wrong at the drive-in, why 
should things go right afterwards?

"SLAM!" The whole house shook, as the front door closed. 
It seems that Marsha's parents got rained out too, and 
were home early. SHIT! And here I was, in their 
daughter's bedroom, with not a stitch of clothing 
anywhere near. Talk about being fucked, without getting 
fucked!

Only Marsha was not scared; merely annoyed that she 
didn't get to finish. "I'm NOT letting you get away like 
this," she whispered fiercely. "You're coming back 
tomorrow night, and we're doing this right, you 
promise?" All the while, she was leading me hurriedly 
down the hall to another bedroom, and wrapping me in 
another of those enormous towels.

What could I say? This was CERTAINLY not the time to 
make her mad. Besides, I WANTED to finish what we had 
started. "Of course I will, if you want me to," I 
whispered back.

Marsha gave me a kiss so hard it almost bruised me. Then 
she was gone. Three minutes later she was back with my 
(now dry) clothes, and whispered, "I told Mom and Dad 
about how we got rained out, and that I had put you here 
in the guest-room, while I got your clothes dried. None 
of it's a lie, but you don't have to tell them the rest. 
OK?"

"OK."

That got me another numbing kiss, before Marsha 
carefully wiped the lipstick from my face with the 
corner of the towel. I hurried to get dressed, before 
her parents came by and found me naked in front of their 
"innocent" little girl. Somehow Marsha had managed to 
get dressed herself. Though, with the skimpy outfit SHE 
wore, maybe it's not so surprising. She looked almost 
sexier in the short little mini, than she had naked... 
almost.

Twenty minutes after that, I found myself back in Dad's 
car... alone. Damn. In the time between, Marsha had more 
formally introduced me to her parents, and we had a nice 
talk about who I was, and what I did, and where I was in 
school... all things that normal concerned parents would 
want to know about the person their daughter was going 
out with. I THINK they liked me; but I'm not completely 
certain. 

For sure they were polite. And if they had any idea of 
the fact that I had been spending the last hour in their 
house completely naked, with their also-completly-naked 
nubile young daughter, they never even hinted at it. 
Somehow I got the feeling that even if they HAD known, 
they wouldn't have mentioned it; as being too "gauche" a 
subject to mention. As long as Marsha wasn't 
embarrassed, then neither were they.

When I got home, I found a lump in my pocket. Wouldn't 
you know it? The lump was Marsha's panties. I wondered 
if it was deliberate. It seemed I was getting quite a 
collection. I called her on the phone, and told her I 
still had "something" of hers. When she figured out what 
I was talking about, she just giggled. "Keep them," she 
said. "That way, tomorrow I won't have to take them off, 
when we 'get together.'" 

Oh shit again. Now I was TWICE as horny. Knowing that 
the sexiest girl in the whole school is just waiting to 
feel your big prick slide up into her hot little hole, 
and you can't get together because of a stupid 
rainstorm, is enough to frustrate anybody. I would 
almost have felt better, if she had turned me down, or 
turned me off... almost. Shit!


Chapter 10: The Guarantee
=========================

I was lying cuddled up on the couch, miserable, because 
my date is ruined, and even Suzy is gone; visiting her 
grandparents. Tomorrow, I would have more sex than any 
teenage boy has any right to expect, with both Suzy 
during the day, and Marsha that night. But what was I 
going to do TONIGHT? I couldn't even call in my big 
sister's "guarantee" because it wasn't her fault we got 
rained-out, or Marsha's parents had come home early. By 
my not paying attention to the weather-report, I had 
ruined the date for both Marsha and myself.

Lonnie didn't see it that way.

I had tried, and that was what counted for her. My big 
sister had "guaranteed" that I would have a "good time" 
tonight, and she was going to see to it that her little 
brother did just that.

"You're sure?" I asked, as my sexy sister slid the short 
little dress she had been wearing over her head; leaving 
her dressed in just the same pair of bra and panties she 
had worn that previous Friday. Was it only four weeks 
ago? Dressed (or more correctly UN-dressed) like that, 
Lonnie made all my previous dates seem uninspired and 
pale. Even Suzy, and yes, even Marsha. Did I mention 
before, that my big sister is SEXY?

"Oh don't be silly," she giggled, "of COURSE I'm sure. 
Now come here Little Brother, and show your big sister 
just what you want her to do." Oh shit. I hoped I had 
learned enough to make my big sister happy, like I had 
somehow managed with my other dates. If I had learned 
one thing in the past four weeks, it was that by doing a 
good job on your date, you had a MUCH better chance of 
being able to repeat the process. So far, every one of 
my dates had asked for at least ONE repeat performance. 
I wasn't about to break the string with my big sister.

Only Lonnie had been dating for years, with some of the 
biggest studs in her class. I could only hope I didn't 
show up TOO badly, next to them. Lonnie was so sexy, I 
had a hard-on, just looking at her. (OK, I had a hard-
on, from before she even got home. So what?) At least, 
she would know that I thought she was sexy.

"Oh wow!" she said, dispelling my worst fears, "my 
Little Brother isn't so little, is he...?"

"C'mere, BIG Brother, and show your sister how much you 
like her." Obviously, I was NOT a disappointment to her, 
either. "So, what do you want to do first?" she asked.

It was a hard choice, but I had been dreaming about this 
for weeks. "Can I lick your navel?" I asked timidly.

Lonnie surprised me, by laughing. I was so disappointed. 
Here I had thought she might like my licking her there, 
like Suzy did. Oh well.

"C'mere, Little Brother," she finally choked. "I would 
be honored to have a stud like you lick my bellybutton."

"Perhaps, when you get tired of that, you might find 
other places to lick." Here Lonnie waggled her eyebrows 
at me in such a cute manner, that I had to laugh too, as 
we fell to the couch together in a clinch. Yes, I DID 
lick her bellybutton; and yes, I licked other places 
too. And it was just as much fun as I had dreamed it 
would be.

My big sister never once objected to any request I made; 
seeming to enjoy each stroke of her body, and each suck, 
kiss, or touch of my hands. I must have spent over half 
an hour, just examining her nude body, once I managed to 
remove the bra and panties that were obstructing my 
view. Somewhat thoughtfully, I reached down to the floor 
where my clothes were lying discarded, and stuffed my 
big sister's panties in my pocket, to add to my growing 
collection. Lonnie noticed, and this seemed to tickle 
her even more.

Finally, the feel of naked skin against naked skin was 
getting to be too much... I had to fuck. Not suck, or 
jack-off, or get a blow-job, I needed the real thing.

Lonnie didn't object, but seemed slightly disappointed, 
when I started to nudge my swollen prick, between her 
legs.

"You don't want to?" I asked, surprised. In spite of her 
"guarantee" to do "anything I wanted" I was NOT going to 
rape (or effectively rape, anyway) my big sister, by 
insisting on vaginal sex. If necessary, I would settle 
for a blow-job, or even anal sex or if necessary, a 
hand-job, even if I had to do it myself.

"Oh no!" she said, "I really do want to. It's just 
that..."

Here Lonnie turned almost wistful.

"...That what?" I prompted. If she wanted to do 
something else first, then somehow I would contain 
myself and wait. I didn't know how long it would be, 
before I squirted my sperm all over the outside of her 
sexy little belly, instead of inside it, where it 
belonged though.

"I just was hoping my first time would be on my bed," 
she sighed. "Never mind; the couch will do."

This time, it was MY turn to smile. "If that's all you 
want Big Sister," I said, "then let's head for your 
bedroom, before I drop this load all over the carpet, on 
the way there."

Lonnie grinned back at me. Grabbing her clothes, she 
headed for her bedroom, and motioned me to pick up mine 
as well. At my quizzical look, she said, "We don't know 
how long we'll be in there. Mom and Dad won't be 
surprised if you aren't in your bed, but if they see 
BOTH of our clothes scattered all over the living-
room... ."

I got the point, and hurriedly grabbed my things as 
well; making one last check to be sure I hadn't dropped 
any telltale panties or socks. I hadn't.

Two minutes later, I was acting out a wet-dream I had 
been having for the last five years, ever since I 
learned that boys and girls were really different, and 
my big sister was one of the type of girls that most 
boys just WISH they had for a sister. Only the reality 
of having a sister as sexy as Lonnie, isn't all that 
much fun for most boys. They never get to fuck them. I 
mean, you just don't fuck your own sister, no matter HOW 
sexy she is. Only I did.

Yes, I finally fucked my big sister. I slid my swollen 
peter up her tight little hole, and squirted jet after 
thick sticky incestuous jet of baby-making cum right up 
inside her vagina where it belonged. At least in this 
case, I knew I didn't have to worry about getting her 
pregnant, unlike Suzy or her little sister; because I 
knew my big sister had been fucking for years, and she 
obviously knew how to protect herself.

God it felt good to let that rusty load of baby-juice 
go! I had been nursing a hard-on for so long, it felt 
like I must have squirted at least three quarts of 
incestuous cum in Lonnie's tight little hole, before I 
recovered myself enough to apologize for cumming so 
soon, without getting her off too. And yes, she WAS 
tight. I couldn't believe how tight she was. Compared to 
Lonnie, Betty-Lou was a gaping cavern, and even Marsha 
Swiggins was loose and sloppy. She was at least as tight 
as Suzy, and almost as tight as her little sister. 

In fact, she was so tight, that she even let out an 
"ouch" the first time I slid inside her. I hadn't 
realized I might hurt her, being so big, but by then it 
was too late, and I was already squirting thick white 
gobs of sperm inside her tight little baby-hole. Damn, 
that felt good. Still, I did try to apologize for being 
in such a rush that I hurt her, and came inside her 
before she had a chance to get off herself.

I felt like a dork, for being so selfish, and I told 
Lonnie that.

"Oh, don't be so down on yourself," she said. "In the 
first place, this is supposed to be YOUR night to do 
whatever you want to. In the second, I understand it's 
supposed to hurt, the first time, and I never heard of 
any girl who managed to cum then. So I think you did 
just fine. I'll be ready to go again, in a minute or 
two, and maybe this time you'll last a little longer, so 
I can really find out what it's like to fuck."

I felt like I had been hit by a semi.

Lonnie looked at my sandbagged look and then giggled. 
"You mean you didn't know?" she asked. "You thought I 
had been doing this with everybody? Nope, Little 
Brother; you're the first. I've been planning this for 
years. Why do you think I set you up on all those dates? 
I wanted my handsome little brother to have some 
experience, when he popped my cherry. This way, there 
wasn't any fumbling around. I hope you don't mind."

"But. But. But," I sputtered, "but all your dates... how 
did you...?"

"How did I keep them all happy, without fucking?"

I could barely nod.

Lonnie giggled. "There's more than ONE way to keep a boy 
happy, and send him home with empty balls," she pointed 
out. "As you should know, Little Brother, with all the 
experience you should have by now."

"You mean you...?"

Lonnie nodded. "Uhuh. Mouth, ass, and hands. Even tits, 
and once under the armpit. Nothing was off-limits, 
except my cunny, and that I was saving for you. If 
pressed, I could always point out that I wasn't on the 
pill, and was scared of getting pregnant. Since most of 
the guys are more scared of accidentally getting a girl 
pregnant, than the girl is, that was usually enough. If 
it wasn't, tough shit. I just told the asshole to get 
lost."

Oh... oh! Oh shit. "You're NOT on the pill?" I asked, 
knowing the answer. If she was really a virgin.

"Nope. I didn't want to spoil our first time. Besides, 
Daddy would know I was fucking, if I asked to go on the 
pill. I didn't want him worrying about that, especially, 
since I wasn't."

"When was your last period?" I asked, somehow knowing 
what the answer was going to be.

"About a week and a half ago," she replied. "If I'm 
lucky," she observed, "your little sperm might be 
getting me pregnant right now."

"Oh shit," I thought.

"Oh don't worry," she said. "It isn't all that likely 
anyway, and besides, if I'm going to get pregnant 
tonight, I already am. So come here and show me the rest 
of what you've been learning. Maybe if I'm lucky, I can 
learn how to cum, while you're fucking me... please?"

What could I say... she was right. And as for learning 
how to fuck, Lonnie was at LEAST as hot a girl as Suzy 
was. If that little girl could learn how to cum while 
being fucked, on her first night, then I was sure my big 
sister could.

I was right. Before the night was over, I had left six 
more healthy helpings of incestuous sperm wriggling up 
inside my big sister's belly in search of her waiting 
eggs; and Lonnie had climaxed more times than I had. I 
had felt every square inch of her body against mine, and 
had finally put to rest the ache of not being able to 
touch my big sister. After that, neither one of us felt 
in the least self-conscious in the presence of the 
other.

It was just slightly before midnight, when there was a 
quiet knock at the door. For a moment I was afraid that 
our parents had come home early without us hearing them; 
catching their son and daughter en-flagrente-delicto. 
Only it wasn't either Mom OR Dad. It was our little 
sister Chrissie.

Shit! If there's one thing I could think of that would 
be worse than getting caught by our parents, it was 
having our nosy little sister catch us doing something 
we shouldn't. The amount of trouble that little girl 
could cause if she wanted to.

Only instead of acting shocked at seeing her siblings in 
bed together, or being gleeful at catching us in a 
compromising position she could tattle on us to our 
parents, Chrissie seemed almost apologetic at disturbing 
us.

"Are you two finished yet?" she asked shyly; almost as 
if my little sister was afraid of interrupting us too 
early. "Is it my turn now?" For the first time, I 
noticed that Chrissie was completely naked.

I did NOT get much sleep that night.


Epilogue:
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No, while I eventually DID start fucking my little 
sister on occasion; feeling HER tight little cunny 
squeezing the sperm out of my swollen prick, and up 
inside her incredibly cute little tummy; along with 
fucking Lonnie on a far more regular basis; we did NOT 
fall into an incestuous orgy every night. In fact, my 
primary sex-partner was still Suzy; with an occasional 
bout with her little sister; or sometimes even with both 
of them, like that first incredible night they spent 
over at our house.

Yes, we DID repeat that several times, including twice, 
where I spent the night with both of them at their 
house, instead of them with me, at mine. Every once in a 
while, when the mood was right, or one or the other of 
us had a bad date, either Lonnie or I would "guarantee" 
that the other had a "good time." And yes, ONCE, all 
four of us spent the night together, while our parents 
were out of the house. (Remember what I said earlier, 
about twice the cost, and half the fun? This was like 
that; only while I didn't get much sex that night, we 
ALL had a lot of fun.)

Yes, I DID get in Marsha Swiggins' cute little panties 
too; (Actually, as promised, she wasn't wearing any.) 
and she was almost as good in bed as her friend, 
Betty... almost. We had several dates, and then things 
tapered off, as my relationship with Suzy became... 
shall we say, "more obvious." 

No, Neither Marsha nor Betty-Lou, nor even Carol was 
jealous of the little girl. (Yes, I had several more 
dates with her too; and yes I DID leave quite a few 
helpings of thick white cum in HER sexy little [Yes, 
unprotected, believe it or not.] tummy as well, over 
those several dates.) It's just that they were all more 
interested in getting a man of their own, than they were 
in sharing me with a 13-year-old. 

Even after we got married though, twice one or the other 
invited me over for a "date" where we never left the 
house. And yes, Suzy knew where I was going, and even 
encouraged me to go. She's no more jealous than I am. 
Thank goodness there were no OTHER unexpected 
pregnancies. (Or at least I assume there weren't any, 
since no one ever complained.)

Carol? She married Frank Georges. You remember... the 
guy my big sister was going out with, that first night 
she "set me up?" Uhuh, him. Two nicer people getting 
together, you never saw. And yes, he knows about me and 
Carol, just like I know about him and my big sister. 
We're good friends, though I'm not too sure he would 
leave me alone with his wife, unless I left HIM alone 
with Suzy at the same time, that is...

Thinking about it; maybe I will sometime.

Believe it or not, even with Carol occasionally "taking 
chances" with me and a few of her other dates (She 
refused to carry birth-control; insisting that if she 
did, that it was an admission she PLANNED on fucking 
that night.) she didn't get pregnant until almost a year 
after her little sister Michelle did. The little shit 
married a banker almost as rich as the Swiggins family, 
and almost 20 years older than her too. Surprisingly, 
they seem quite happy though. Maybe the little girl 
really DID know what she wanted, after all.

Betty-Lou is STILL unmarried, and her eldest daughter 
should be almost 10 years old by now. I wonder if she 
and her mother plan to...

And I still have seven pairs of sexy panties to remind 
me of my first five dates.

"That's FIVE, I owe you now," I told Lonnie, after that 
first incredible night together, "probably six or even 
seven, counting Chrissie here, because Marsha promised 
we WOULD finish up what we started."

"Well, actually, probably only four," my big sister 
replied. "You see, if I'm right, that's one LESS that 
you owe me."

It wasn't until almost a year later, that I found out 
what she meant. And that was when my wife Suzy and I 
were visiting her in the hospital. Suzy's big belly was 
getting in her way, as she sat down to rest, while my 
big sister and I talked. We had been discussing the 
hassle we were having getting the adoption papers for 
Ginny's baby, and admiring Lonnie's beautiful baby boy. 
"You still owe me four more favors like this," she told 
me; lifting up our son for me to hold.

Suzy showed she can STILL surprise me, by agreeing. 
Surprisingly, my wife is tickled pink, that my big 
sister has chosen this method of "payment" for getting 
me started on the road that led to our getting married. 
Since Ginny is going to still be staying with us for 
several years, even after the adoption, at least until 
she gets out of grade-school anyway, it looks like I'm 
going to be one BUSY man. My sister guarantees I'll like 
it though.

Only this time, so does my wife, Suzy.

With women like that, who needs a guarantee?

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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