Prologue: Hitchhiker

The radio was turned up loud, playing Simon and Garfunkel's latest hit, and I was signing along--"Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike...!" But this quiet stretch of upstate Route 28 sure as hell wasn't the New Jersey Turnpike, and there weren't any other cars to count, which is why I was surprised to see two girls up ahead on the side of the road, thumbing a ride.

I pulled over, and hollered out the passenger window over the music, "Where you headed?"

"Anywhere!" one of the girls answered. She was a "large-boned" girl, with brown curls around ruddy cheeks, wearing a colorful satin print paisley blouse. She leaned over to look through the window, and I couldn't help but notice an ample bosom swaying unencumbered as her shirt fell partly away from her chest.

"California!" the other girl said, leaning over as well. She was the opposite of her companion; petite, with auburn hair in a fashionable bob, a tiny pair of cutoffs and a tight white tee.

"I think you're going the wrong way to get to California," I said, turning down the radio.

The petite one giggled. "Maybe so!"

"Well," I reached over and opened the passenger door, "I'm not going to California, but I'll take you as far as I can."

"Cool," they said in unison. The little one tossed her bag into the back seat and climbed into the car, then slid over next to me to make room for her friend.

As the larger one climbed in and shut the door behind her, she leaned around her friend and asked me, "Do you know where the Hillcroft Manor is?"

I laughed. "Sure do! That's actually where I'm headed."

"Really?!?" both girls said. "Cool!" the chubby one continued. "We heard that we can probably find someone there that'll give us a ride to California."

"Yeah, there's a lot of people coming and going from the Manor. I'm sure someone will be heading to California eventually."

"We also heard that they have really good acid!" the littler one added, following it up a giggle.

"That's definitely true," I nodded.

"Sweeeet! Let's go!"

I pulled back onto Route 28. "I'm Brian, by the way. Brian Hallstrom."

Both girls giggled. "That's a very grownup sounding name!" the little one said.

"I'm Starfire," the bigger one offered, which made her companion giggle some more.

"What about you?" I asked the first girl. "Do you have a 'nom de hippy' as well?"

More giggles. "Not really."

"Well, how about we call you 'Hitchhiker' then?"

"Okay!" Hitchhiker agreed.

"So, do you girls hitch a lot?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. It's the only way to get around, where we're from," Hitchhiker answered.

"Where's that?"

"Vermont. We're just small-town girls, looking for adventure!"

"Well, I hope you find it."

"I think we will!"

"I've never hitched myself," I said. "Aren't you worried about winding up stranded somewhere? I mean, what are the chances that someone like me happens by on this old deserted road, and going to the same place you are?"

"It's pretty easy to get a ride," Hitchhiker answered. "Most guys are happy to pick up a couple girls like us."

"I suppose." I had to agree.

"Most of 'em expect something in return, though," her friend Starfire added. "Grass, gas, or ass!" Both of them giggled some more.

"That's not good."

"Nah, it's okay" the little one responded. "Fat old farmers deserve blow jobs, just like everyone else, right?" More giggles from both of them. "And they're always nice about it, it's not like their wives do it for them."

Starfire leaned forward to look at me around her friend. "Alice loves giving blow jobs."

Her friend nudged her with her elbow. "What about you?" she asked me. "Are you married?"

"Nope."

"Girlfriend?"

I hesitated for a moment, not exactly sure how I'd characterize my relationship with Emily. "No, no girlfriend, neither," I answered, more or less truthfully.

"Then you must be hard up!" Starfire laughed. "Alice'll give you a blow job if you want. Right, Alice?"

Hitchhiker laughed. "Sure!"

"Very tempting," I said, "But I'll pass. Hey Starwhatever--"

"Starfire."

"--Starfire. There's a joint in the glovebox."

"Awesome!" The girl retrieved the joint and I handed her a lighter. She fired it up and took a big drag, then passed it to her friend.

"So you don't like blow jobs?" Hitchhiker asked with that funny inhale voice that you use when you're holding in a hit. She passed the joint to me as she talked.

"All guys like blowjobs!" Starfire answered for me. "But maybe he's gay? That's why he doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Oh, sure," Hitchhiker said. "That's cool," she added as she exhaled her hit.

"No," I laughed, hitting the joint and passing it back to Starwhatever. "I like a blow job just fine. Only, it seems a little exploitative, to make a girl blow me for a ride."

"Oooh!" Hitchhiker said. "A gentleman! How sexy!" Both girls giggled mightily at that.

"So, what's in California?" I asked, looking to change the subject.

"Nothing," Hitchhiker answered. "Just fun."

"We just got done with high school a couple weeks ago." Starfire took a drag before continuing. "And we're both going to college in the fall, so we figured, why not take the summer off? You know, 'to look for America?' she sang, sounding silly as she held in the hit. The girls giggled some more.

"That's a good plan," I nodded.

"What about you? You seem a bit square to be hanging out with a bunch of hippies and acid freaks."

"Square?"

Hitchhiker elbowed her companion again. "He's cool, he's smoking us up, isn't he? That's not square!"

"I guess," the other said. "Everybody smokes pot, though. Even squares."

"Well, I don't think you're square at all," Hitchhiker turned to me to contradict her friend. I have to admit, I was liking the cut of this girl's jib. To use a very "square" expression.

"Thank you, Alice," I replied. "And I don't think you're square, either. Not nearly as square as your friend over there."

That sent the girls howling with now-stoned laughter.

"But to answer your question, Squarefire"--more howls of laughter--"I'm actually the proprietor of the Hillcroft Manor."

"The 'proprietor?'" the little one asked.

"That's what squares say when they mean they own a place," Starfire said.

"Too true!" I said. Now all three of us laughed.

"You own the Hillcroft Manor?" Hitchhiker sounded impressed.

"Yep."

"No way! You're like a legend!"

Starfire leaned over to look at me. "Now Alice really wants to give you a blow job!"

Another elbow. "I just can't believe we got picked up by the guy who owns the Hillcroft Manor!"

"Seems like an auspicious start to your adventure!" I said.

"Oh, totally!" Hitchhiker agreed. "I can't wait until we get there!"

"It's just up ahead. Look, you can see it through the trees."

A big white colonnade facade, fronting a large three story mansion, appeared around the corner. In the front yard, a dozen or so long hairs sat in the grass in various stages of undress. They waved when they saw me turn up the road.

"Here we are!"

"Sweet!" Both girls grinned with excitement.

Chapter One: The Richters

I wish Johnathon Richter was here to tell you the fascinating tale of the early days of his life, before he landed with his wife and kid at the Hillcroft Manor and turned my life upside down. See, John's a great storyteller. Way better than me. But time has rolled on since those days, and I'm not sure he's too interested in reminiscing. He never has been one to dwell much in the past, he always just moved on to the next big thing, no looking back. That's really the story of his life, even in his early days. Always moving on to the next big thing.

Richter was raised on a ranch just outside of a town called Nowhere. Okay, not literally, but close enough. The 1950s were a good time to be in the ranching business--America's love affair with the hamburger was in full swing, and there was plenty of post-war money flowing, and procreation happening, which of course meant more and more hamburger eaters, every day. So Richter's family was important, at least by small-town mid-America standards. They were indeed one of the most prominent families in their little town, and especially at the local church. This was also the time of rising fundamentalism in America-- televangelists were all the rage, and the Richters were true believers.

John Richter's life was laid out for him in what many of us would consider a dull black and white: upon graduating high school, he was the most eligible bachelor in town, and all he had to do was select one of the girls from church, marry her, and start producing babies. Then wait until his dad retired and he inherited the ranch.

The girl he selected was Emily, a pretty little thing only sixteen years old. Her parents were fine with the arrangement, and she dropped out of school to be his bride. Less than two months after their wedding night, they announced that Emily was pregnant. And so it was that Richter was still only eighteen years old when his young wife gave birth to a little baby girl, and they named her Rachel after the lady in the Bible. He took a job at the local truck repair shop to feed his family, helping his dad out at the ranch when he wasn't working at the shop and waiting until it was his turn to take over as the most important man in town.

But, as I'm sure you all know, the Fates have a way of throwing wrenches in our plans, and for Richter, this involved a big A-frame contraption that the repair shop used to hoist engines out of trucks, which collapsed one day and left him with a broken back and a body that was useless from the waist down.

By any reasonable reckoning, this was an immense tragedy, but to hear Richter tell the story, it was the best thing that ever could have happened to him. Ninteen years old now, he had a wife and a six month old daughter and no prospects at all. But his father hired a fancy lawyer from the big city, and they sued the equipment manufacturer, who settled out of court for a handsome sum. And suddenly young Richter was quite wealthy. With no chance now to be the one who takes over the ranch from his father when he retires, it was decided that the best thing he could do with his life was to go to the university and study agribusiness. And so Richter took his little wife and daughter to the city, where he enrolled in the state university.

After a year of agribusiness studies, he decided that his real interests lay in chemistry. At the time, turning petrochemicals into fertilizer was a burgeoning business, and this was how Richter envisioned his future. He was an amazingly intelligent young man, and chemistry proved to be his true forte. But along the way, he also happened to take a class in religion, as a required elective. He figured it'd be easy, what with his fundamentalist upbringing--surely he knew more about God than just about anyone on campus. It turned out, though, that it wasn't quite what he expected. Turned out to be a survey course of world religions. And this is where he was first exposed to Eastern traditions-- Buddhism, Hinduism, even Christian mysticism.

At this point, still not yet twenty-one years old, he hadn't entirely abandoned his fundamentalist upbringing, but the cracks were starting to show. He was beginning to learn that there was a whole lot out there in the world that he knew nothing about. This started him on a personal odyssey from the confines of his wheelchair, with his wife and daughter along for the ride. Upon receiving his bachelor degree, he traveled to India, discovered a whole existence that he had never imagined before, found enlightenment, and returned home to enroll in graduate school at UC Berkeley.

Now, this was 1967, and Berkeley at the time was about as far from small town mid-America as India had been; his studies still involved petrochemical fertilizers, but his heart wasn't in it anymore.

And then he dropped acid for the first time.

Now, you probably know Timothy Leary's famous line about "tune in, turn on, and drop out," and that's exactly what Richter did. He left Berkeley to hang out with the hippies in Haight-Ashbury, and became a certifiable acid freak. His sweet little wife Emily was herself 100% behind this; turns out, she enjoyed dropping acid as much as her husband. It was a crazy time in America, and the idea that a couple of young fundamentalist Christians might abandon their upbringing for something so altogether different wasn't actually that hard to believe. So now the Richters went on another journey, searching to recapture that sense of Enlightenment that they had found in India, and to find a place where he could set up a little chemistry shop to brew the best LSD that the world has ever seen. That's how they wound up at the Hillcroft Manor. And that's how they wound up in my life.

Hillcroft Manor was country estate in the Catskills in upstate New York that had been converted at some point into a little hotel. My parents purchased the Manor when I was young, with money my mother had inherited from her father's estate, and because my father was a professor in Buffalo, my mom was mostly in charge of running the hotel. For the early years of my life, this worked out quite splendidly; summers spent in the Catskills, the off-season in Buffalo. The hotel never made much money, but that was okay. They weren't in it for the money anyway.

But then, the Fates had a nasty turn in store for my family as well. My mother was diagnosed with MS, and in only a few short years, her body had failed her. Fortuitously for the story I'm telling here, they did install an elevator in the Manor so that she could get around in her wheelchair, which would later serve John Richter well with his basement chemistry lab. But, unfortunately for my parents, if not for me and the Richters and a whole lot of acid freak hippies, my mother was no longer able to keep up with the hard work required to run a hotel. They never had any intention of selling the place, since she couldn't give up on her dream of retiring to the mountains when their time had come, but hiring a professional management company would have consumed all the profit. So instead, they turned to their unemployed bum of a son.

Despite a profound disinterest in being a hotelier, I did my best to run the place, and actually made a decent go of it for a couple years. But it soon became clear that my parents were paying no attention whatsoever, and my commitment waned. Around the same time, a couple of my high school buddies came home from Vietnam, and Jesus Christ, they were fucked up. They'd seen things they'd never talk about, and took a hell of a lot of drugs to compensate. As a result of all this, they found it impossible to function in polite society, and I had the perfect solution: Come on out to the Manor, and you can stay as long as you want, free of charge.

Eventually, the same offer went out to a bunch of other drifters and free-loaders, and the word spread, and the Hotel Hillcroft Manor became a certifiable hippy commune--the complete package: freaky people everywhere, acid, pot, clothing-optional, free love. It was pretty much an endless party, which was exactly what my buddies needed right then, and I was happy with it, too.

When the Richters pulled up in an old Ford sedan, we all figured it was another family of vacationers looking for a place to spend the night. Sometimes we'd rent a room to families like this, just for kicks. They'd be gone the next morning before sunrise--can't have little Tiffy and Brandon watching hippies dancing naked under the light of the moon! But as the Richters unloaded their belongings from the car, it quickly became quite clear that they belonged at the Manor as much as any of us. That night, John and Emily told us their story around the bonfire while everyone sampled his wares; acid was never my thing--too much of a square I guess--but the word was, it was fantastic. Richter explained that he was looking for a place to brew his specialty. He wanted to turn the whole world on.

The Richters fit in just perfect at our little commune. John would give us fantastic lectures, him and most of his audience tripping out of their minds, about Eastern religions, Native dream quests, esoteric philosophies. He also played a mean keyboards and quickly weaseled his way into the house band (I was the guitarist and lead singer). John and I were instant friends. One of those "I feel like I've known him my whole life" sort of friendships.

Emily, Richter's wife, took to the community just as enthusiastically as her husband, especially to the "clothing optional" part. Like I said before, she was a petite little thing--5' 2" on her tip-toes, which was funny, 'cause Richter was quite tall, or would be, if he weren't stuck in a wheelchair--but she was one of those girls with the delightful combination of a small stature and a nice plump bosom. Not the biggest breasts on the dance floor, I suppose, but more than a handful, and I was hooked from the first time she took her clothes off to dance naked to the band. I just watched those pretty breasts shimmy and bounce.

Emily showed plenty of signs of being interested in me, too, but despite the "free love" ethos of the commune, I had no intention of acting upon my--or our--desires. Something about sex with the wife of a man in a wheelchair just didn't seem right to me, and I definitely didn't want to offend the bloke who was quickly becoming my best friend. Besides, it's not like I wasn't getting plenty of pussy. A guy could pretty much get laid every night at the Hillcroft Manor.

Then late one evening, about a week after their arrival, Richter and I were enjoying a bottle of scotch on the Manor's expansive front porch, and he says, "I notice that you like looking at Emily."

Feeling embarrassed, all I could manage in reply was, "She's a fine woman, isn't she?"

He nodded. "The two of us are very much in love."

I nodded, too, and was about to blurt out that I had no intention of touching her, when he added,

"We have a pretty good sex life. I mean, I do what I can for her, but..."

"Good," I said, and I meant it. I liked the Richters a lot and I was glad that they'd managed to find happiness out of their tragedy.

"...there's one thing I can't do. Probably the most important thing."

I nodded, fully understanding.

"It's been ten years since she's gotten a proper fucking," he said.

"That sucks."

"She and I talked this through--we've talked about it before, but we just hadn't ever met anyone that we thought would work. But... well, we both really like you, and..."

Well, damn.

Chapter Two: Guitar Lessons

The first couple times that Emily and I had sex were a little awkward. She wanted Richter to be there, which I totally understood, so it was a bit like a threesome, but it was more like the two of them having sex and me providing the cock. Richter did all the foreplay, fingering and licking her to get her ready, and then kissing her and playing with her tits while I did my business. I didn't mind, of course; pussy's fun, no matter the circumstance, and it was nice to be able to help them out. And Emily proved to be quite a little nymphomaniac. I suppose that sixteen years of sexual repression at the hands of fundamentalist Christians, followed by ten years of being denied what you want, will do that to you. So once she got cock again, she couldn't get enough of it, and the three of us fucked every night for the next week. She also refused my offer to wear a condom--"It's been ages since I felt a man cum inside me!" Richter just smiled at this, so I went in bare, every time. I ain't complaining, obviously, but I did wonder what exactly would happen if my little soldiers hit their mark, which certainly they would eventually, if we kept up this little ménage à trois at anywhere near the frequency of that first week.

Another interesting thing about the sex was that despite Emily's enthusiasm, she and Richter were not very inventive in the sack. It was pretty much the same routine every time, him fingering and licking her, then her on her back for the sex while John rolled to his side and played with her tits. Which was fine with me, I was happy to do my part. But I couldn't help feeling that there was more I could contribute to her sexual enjoyment, and from a selfish perspective, I also felt like I was missing out. I wanted to play with those pretty breasts myself.

But there didn't seem to be much I could do about that, so I did my best, and obviously enjoyed the free pussy that I was getting from the little sex pot. All things considered, a pretty good deal.

Now, there's one member of the Richter family that I've neglected to mention much in this story so far. Rachel Richter was ten years old when she landed with her parents at the Hotel Hillcroft Manor. It's kind of hard to imagine what it would be like to be a girl that age and have your parents drag you to a clothing-optional hippy commune in the Catskills. Me and a couple buddies cleared out a spare storage room for her (the maid quarters, actually, in the olden days when the joint was a country estate). So she had her own space, and quite understandably, her response to all of this was to hide away in that room pretty much all day and all night.

Rachel had long straight blond hair, as was the popular style in those days, and she was a tall, skinny girl--took after her dad in that regard, I guess. A case study in a particularly charming version of the preadolescent female growth curve, wherein the child spends the later part of her single digit years converting every calorie she consumes, and every ounce of babyfat left on her, into growing straight up into the air like a little sapling. If she'd had anything like a normal life, she'd have been playing basketball already and probably destined to be a star once she got on the middle school team.

But Rachel's life was anything but normal.

I was pretty much the only person at the Manor who noticed that she was actually a very sweet girl. Heck, I was the only person other than her parents who even gave her much thought at all. But I felt sorry for her and tried to do what I could to make her feel comfortable. It didn't hurt matters much that she had this big bright pair of inquisitive blue eyes, accompanied by an alluring smile, and I took quite a liking to her, in a "smitten uncle" sort of way. So when I figured out how much she liked music, I procured her a turntable and loaned her some of my albums; for this I was rewarded with a melt-your-heart smile and a hug so tight that it bordered on inappropriate. Her favorite was Dylan. She sat in that old maid's room with the record player turned up, listening to Dylan all day long. I never did get my Dylan albums back from her.

While Rachel was almost never out in the common rooms, the one exception was when the house band played. She loved listening to her dad on the keyboards. I always made a point of playing Dylan songs when she was around, and she would sing along, and dance, just like all the hippies.

They'd been with us a few weeks, when her dad says to me, "Brian, you wouldn't happen to have a spare guitar, would you? Rachel told me that she wants to learn how to play."

The thought of darling Rachel playing one of my guitars was almost more than a smitten uncle could bear, so of course I loaned her my second best acoustic, and offered to give her some lessons as well. This lead to the first extended period of time that Rachel and I spent together, sitting on her little bed in the maid's room while I taught her the C chord progression, and how to strum, and then the two of us together sang and played "Blowin' in the Wind." The kid had a beautiful alto voice.

She practiced "Blowin' in the Wind" for hours that day. Richter was tickled, and offered me all kinds of thanks for the loan and the lesson. He confided that he was worried that she was unhappy at the Manor, and was hopeful that this would be just the catalyst to help her find something in their new life that she truly enjoyed. I of course told him that I was glad to be of help, which was a serious understatement--listening to her sweet alto singing "Blowin' in the Wind" was pretty much my favorite thing ever, and what was at first a happy contentment, turned into something like elation when she asked me if I would play and sing it with her again, the very next day.

She'd gotten a hell of a lot better at the song in just 24 hours, and we sang it at least a half-dozen times until she finally relented and let me teach her some new chords.

So this became a daily thing for us‐‐playing Dylan songs, teaching her chords, and teaching her the twelve bar blues, and how to noodle. It was a hell of a lot of fun.

Now, right about when we started up the guitar lessons, the Catskills were experiencing a week-long heat wave, and Rachel and I sat up in that maid's room sweating away while we played guitar. Luckily, there was a creek that ran through the Manor's property, and long ago someone had built a little dam that formed a nice swimming hole. On the hottest of these days during the heat wave, we could hear the hippies playing in the pond while we worked on the key of F. It was very distracting. Plus, there were these two newcomers, hippy girls fresh out of high school that I'd picked up on the road the day before. I gotta confess that I was imagining Starfire and Hitchhiker, as they were known, skinny dipping down at the swimming hole with the other freaky people, and that was something I didn't want to miss.

"Look, Rachel," I eventually said, "it's so hot right now... Should we put this on hold?"

She set her guitar down. "Okay."

"Maybe we should go swimming?" I ventured. "It sounds like everyone's having a lot of fun."

Now, the girl may be a bit uncomfortable in a crowd, but you gotta understand--this was before the days of air conditioning, at least in the Catskills, and the old manor was drafty in the winter but stagnant in the summer, so this was an offer too tempting for even a reclusive girl like her to turn down.

"Okay," she agreed. The answer was accompanied by her sweet little smile.

There were at least fifteen naked hippies down at the pond, and I was delighted to see that the two new girls were among them. So I quickly disrobed and ran into the water. The girls were surrounded by men; every guy there was paying them as much attention as he could. But I was the oldest man there, and that seemed to appeal to the girls, as did the fact that I owned the place. So I immediately moved to the front of the pecking order. It was fun standing there chatting with them, the water only coming up to their midriffs, two pairs of youthful beauties out for my admiration.

The one called Hitchhiker, whose name I knew was actually Alice, was a little pixie of a girl. Damn, she had a tight little body, and if I'd seen her walking down the street, I would probably have assumed that she was thirteen. Seeing her naked didn't change that impression much--she barely had anything on her chest, just a sweet little set of breasts topped with light pink puffballs. And she was a charmer, that's for sure, looking you right in the eye when she talked, and giving you a slightly sardonic smile when you replied.

The other girl, Starfire, was the bigger of the two, taller and heavier, and her breasts swayed and shimmied and kept everyone's rapt attention, mine included.

Despite being focused on the new girls and their charming assets, I did see, out of the corner of my eye, Rachel stepping gingerly into the water. She'd stripped down to her bra and panties and was looking at me with what I interpreted to be a disappointed, maybe even judgmental, eye, although it's entirely likely that it was neither of these and I was just feeling guilty for having so quickly and easily abandoned her in favor of the newcomers. She was, after all, pretty awkward in crowd of naked hippies, and I was at this point her only real friend at the Manor other than her parents. So I reluctantly brought an end to my conversation with the girls and walked over to welcome Rachel into the water.

Now, it hadn't really occurred to me that I was buck naked as I walked over to her, nor that the two girls' nudity had caused me to swell to half-staff. But I quickly became very conscious of both facts, when Rachel's pretty eyes locked right onto my nether region. It certainly wasn't the first cock she'd seen around here, but it probably was the first time she'd seen mine. I tried to act as nonchalant as possible, like it was perfectly normal (which it kinda was, at the Hillcroft Hippy Commune), and reached out and took her hand.

"Com'on!" I said. "Let's get in the water!"

Her face lit with her pretty smile and she let me pull her with me into a deeper part of the pond.

After swimming together for a while, we both climbed out and lay down in the grass, me completely naked, her in thin cotton panties and a little training bra, both of which were wet enough that it wasn't a whole lot different than her being naked herself. The shape of her little water-hardened nipples, and the cleft between her legs, were easily visible to my far-too-curious eyes. I felt sheepish enough about the fact that my cock had hardened at the sight of her little body that I had to roll over onto my stomach for a bit, until the evidence of how aroused I had become subsided. Eventually, we dried off in the sun and got dressed and returned in mostly embarrassed silence to the house.

Chapter Three: Alice in the Sky with Diamonds

Like most nights at the Hillcroft Manor, there was an acid party that night, and the two new girls were tripping. The little one, Hitchhiker, was dancing with me, doing the hippy gyrations, arms and hips undulating to whatever weird music Richter had put on the hi-fi. I think there were sitars involved.

"Where's that..." she said something I couldn't hear over the music. Richter liked his weird music loud.

"What?" I shouted into her ear.

She leaned in so that her lips were against my ear. "Where's that cute girlfriend of yours?"

"My cute... Huh?" I turned to look at her, our faces so close that they were almost rubbing against each other.

She smiled, then moved back to my ear. "You know, that cute little chick you were swimming with." I felt her tongue give my earlobe a lick.

"Oh," I said, "you mean Rachel. She's... I guess she's up in her room."

Alice gyrated in front of me. "Oh, that's too bad! You should go get her! She's super cute!"

"She's the Richters' daughter." I nodded in the direction of John and Emily, worried that they could hear us and hoping that Hitchhiker might get the hint that she ought to be a bit more discreet.

She didn't get the hint. "Cool!" She had her arms draped over my shoulders, hips swaying side-to-side. "You should go get her! You should introduce us!" She leaned into me and momentarily lost her balance, giggled when I grabbed her hips to catch her, then kissed me on the cheek.

I laughed, pulled her closer, and kissed her back, on the lips.

She pressed her tight body up against me. "Is your little girlfriend gonna get mad if we kiss?"

"She won't care." I kissed her again. "She's not my girlfriend."

She was still doing the hippy gyration dance, but now her body was tight against mine, sliding back and forth. "Oh, that's too bad, you guys make a cute couple. She obviously likes you!"

"You do realize that she's only ten, right?"

Her dancing was making me hard, and she could tell, and she was rubbing with more enthusiasm. "I suppose that's a little young. But what about me? You're old enough to be my daddy!" She kissed me again.

"Hey now!"

Right then, her friend Starfire came running up and grabbed Hitchhiker' arm. "Come on!" she hollered over the loud psychedelic music. "They got a strobe light going and it's soooo cooool! Hi Brian!" She looked over at me, her face red with delight. "This acid is soooo good! Come ON, Alice!"

The littler one gave me an apologetic smile. "Sorry," she mouthed to me as her friend pulled her into the mass of bodies dancing in the strobe light. Half of the gyrating hippies were naked, and the other half were quickly losing their clothes, and the two newcomers joined right in. Almost immediately, before they'd even had a chance to get naked, the girls were surrounded by men. But Alice made a point of catching my eye. She waved and beckoned me to come over, also indicating with her hands that I should join them in shedding my clothes. I'm usually not one to dance with the sweaty masses in their acid-fueled mosh pit, but this was an offer I wasn't going to turn down. So, shortly, there I was, one of the dozen or so naked men surrounding the two new teenagers. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Emily Richter, herself naked and dancing trippily. She gave me a smile, but I was too distracted to do anything more than smile in return and go back to dancing with the girls.

Alice was being very friendly, not just to me, but to all the guys. But especially to me. She rubbed her tight little naked body against me, paying particular attention to pushing her cock-height belly into my erect member. She leaned into my ear and shouted, "Daddy! I think you're glad to see me!" She kissed my cheek and moved to the next guy, rubbing against his cock like she had done to mine, and the next guy, but then she came back to me. She repeated this little naked dance with several of the guys, but she always came back to me before she'd gotten too far away.

Eventually the hippies started pairing off, or threesoming- and foursoming-off, as the acid trip strobe light dance turned, inevitably, into an acid trip strobe light orgy. And I was quite pleased to find that little Alice chose her new "daddy" for her partner. She was rubbing that lithe athletic body all over me, up and down, then down, and down further, until she was on her knees, and I watched with fascination the strange robot-like strobe light vision of her as she leaned in open-mouthed and began to give me head.

Alice, I remembered her friend telling me, really likes to give blow jobs. And, lucky me, I was getting a sample of her talents.

The little chick was quite good, that's for damned sure, bobbing her head and pumping her fist with youthful enthusiasm. What I hadn't expected, though, was her friend Starfire joining in the fun. She rubbed her big bountiful breasts against me for the first time that night, standing over her cock-sucking friend and pressing her tits against my chest. I reached out and grabbed them and gave them a squeeze and she laughed and stepped back and gave her shoulders a shake, making those big breasts shimmy in a strobe light-induced staccato.

"Brian," she hollered over the music, "do you know what's better than getting a blow job from a girl?"

"Getting pussy?" I hollered back.

"Noooo!" Starfire laughed. "Well, maybe, but that's not what I mean!"

"What then?"

"Getting a blow job from two girls!"

"Oh?"

She gave me a big stoned smile, then dropped on her knees next to her friend.

A second later, two wet pink tongues were licking the length of my shaft together, both of the girls giggling mightily when their tongues met at the tip of my cockhead. Then Starfire opened wide and took me in, while Hitchhiker went back to stroking.

At that point, some long hair walked up and started slapping his cock against Alice's cheek, and she rewarded him for his tenacity by turning to him and taking his cockhead into her mouth, sucking him while still jacking me. Another hippy cock appeared at Starfire's side, and she started stroking him while sucking me. That's when I realized that a whole bunch of guys were queuing up to get their turn. The girls were very obliging, sucking and stroking, cocks galore, all around them. When one guy knelt behind Starfire and lifted her ass, she disengaged from me and dropped down onto her hands and knees, and he grabbed her hips and started fucking her. Several hippies were in front of her, and she just moved from one cock to the next, with guys taking turns both in her pussy and in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Hitchhiker was back to work on my cock. I think she knew I was close, and wanted to get me off now, because she shooed other paramours aside. When one of Starfire's several suitors, momentarily replaced by another, grabbed Alice by the hips to lift her, she disengaged with me and said loudly to him over the music, "Get a rubber!" He was back a moment later, cock properly sheathed.

As she lifted her ass, I had to get down on my knees to give her a better angle for her sucking, and she groaned around my cock when the first hippy slid into her. I say "first hippy," because, well, they were lining up behind her just like they were with Starfire, hands shaking with excitement as they tore open the required condom packages and took their turn in the eighteen year old's puss.

Other guys were hoping to interrupt her suck job on my cock, but she wasn't having anything to do with that; she had a goal in mind, and that was getting me off, and she did that to perfection. Somewhere around when the third guy mounted her from behind, I began the most fantastic ball-clenching orgasm in the history of the known universe as I knelt before the serially double-teamed co-ed. When Alice realized I was close, she buried my head deep in her mouth, sucking and jacking me until I exploded.

When the little hitchhiker had finished me off and swallowed my spunk, she stood up, disengaging unceremoniously from the guy behind her, who barely missed a beat in simply going back to Starfire again. Alice was smiling broadly. "You're very sexy when you cum..." she said, kissing me on the cheek, "...Daddy."

I just shook my head and laughed.

We danced naked together among the orgy afterwards, but after she blew off several more guys who came up to her wanting more, the girl hollered into my ear, "It's way too crowded in here!"

I nodded in full agreement.

"And this strobe light..." she continued. "I'm feeling kinda claustrophobic. Wanna go for a walk?"

As luck would have it, there was no reason for us to put our clothes back on. It was a warm night, with a southern summer breeze, and we walked naked in the blessedly peaceful outdoors, holding hands down the lawn to the creek.

"Oh, wow, look at all the stars!" the little trippy hippy said. "Are they always so colorful? And they're moving! They're dancing!" She swirled around, her arms out to her sides, communing with the heavens as they danced (in her hallucinating mind, if not in reality).

I laughed, staring at the sweet naked ballerina. She stopped dancing and grabbed my hands in hers, a big silly smile on her face.

"It's so beautiful out here tonight!" she said, her voice full of wonderment and merriment.

"It is," I agreed, "although it might just be the company that makes me think that."

She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. "You're such a smooth talker, Daddy," she said. "No wonder the Richters' daughter is so hot for you."

"Don't be silly."

"True. I'm sure she mostly likes you for your big cock." I laughed at that. "What?" she said. "Didn't you see how she was looking at it?"

"Oh come on."

"I remember when I saw my first grown up cock. I was around her age. I was in love--well, that's probably not the right word. In lust!" She laughed.

"How...?" I asked, wanting details.

"He was so horny for me, oh my god!"

"Did you have sex with him?"

"No, I was a virgin until just last year! I wanted to, but he was like... he thought if we fucked, it would be like cheating on his wife. Silly, huh? People are so much more enlightened now. But he wasn't such a prude that he wouldn't let me suck him. That was the first time I tasted cum."

"Did you like it?" I asked her.

"Mmhmm," she said, kissing me. "Loved it."

I kissed her back. "You must have been damned cute."

She giggled. "See? I knew it! You are hot for ten year old girls!"

"What? No..."

"Don't deny it. Deep down, all guys are." She kissed me again. "Trust me, sweet talk your little girlfriend just right and she'll do anything you want." Kiss. "Just do me a favor."

"What's that?"

"If she wants to have sex, don't tell her no. It broke my heart when he told me no."

"What a bastard." I kissed her again. "I promise I won't tell her no, if it ever comes up. And I won't tell you no, either."

She got a big smile. "Good! I love sex when I'm tripping! It's so real!"

"You did seem to enjoy it earlier!" I grinned at her.

"Oh, that was just some random dudes. That was nothing like having sex with my daddy!" She gave me a sloppy wet kiss, reaching down and pulling at my cock at the same time.

"I just need to run to the house and get a condom..."

Still gripping my cock, she'd sat down in the grass and was spreading her legs and pulling me in a desperate way down to her. "Daddy!" she said, getting a little pout on her face. "You can't leave me now!"

"But..."

"I'm tripping so much! Everything's, everything's perfect! I want to feel you inside me right now!"

What's a guy supposed to do, when an eighteen year old chick says something like that to him? I, of course, said "I'm sorry, young lady, you must wait until we have the proper protection."

Well, that's not exactly what I said.

In fact, I didn't say anything at all, although my cock was screaming in my head, "Sweet! I get teenage pussy, bare!!!" She was already pulling me down by my cock, and I followed her lead, falling to my knees between her spread-open legs.

"Oh god!" she whispered as I slid my uncloaked manhood into her. She was soaking wet, a sloshy slutty mess, but fuck if it wasn't still like a vice that I had to force open with my thickness. Jesus, what a fine pussy!

"Oh my god!" She arched her back, moaning as I started fucking her. "It feels so good! Oh my god I'm so hot! This is amazing!"

We made love for ten minutes out there by the creek under the beautiful starlit sky. The little pixie's tight body was just perfectly made for fucking, and she was spectacularly enthusiastic about it, moaning the whole time in the most adorable high-pitched voice, shouting about how great it felt.

I really liked this girl.

Eventually my balls started boiling and I briefly--very briefly--considered pulling out before I'd reached the point of no return. But there was just no way. No fucking way. I couldn't possibly stop now. So I rammed my dick just as deep into her eighteen year old pussy as I could, and shot her womb full of semen in a half-dozen adrenaline-fueled ejaculations.

She sighed, then giggled, when I pulled out. "You came inside, didn't you?"

"Yeah..."

"I never had a guy cum in me before! I mean, without a condom on."

"Sorry, I--"

"I loved it!"

That's when I knew for sure that Alice was my kind of girl.

After a few more minutes sitting there by the pond in a post-coital buzz, she was finally starting to come down from her acid high, so we walked back to the manor and went up to my room by the back stairs. I cracked open a bottle of whiskey, lit us a big fat joint, and she sat naked, cross-legged, on the bed, while we passed the bottle and finished off the pot.

"Oh god," she said, her eyes barely open, "I'm so stoned!"

We lay down together and kissed a bit, and damned if she didn't pass out right while we were kissing. That kind of pissed me off, because I was feeling stoned and horny, but then, well... I realized that I could do anything I wanted to her right then. She probably wouldn't even remember it in the morning. And there was one thing I hadn't done to a little lady in a long time.

I gently turned her onto her stomach, slid a pillow under her torso, and grabbed some vaseline. A minute later, her asshole was slippery with lube and I had two fingers inside her anus.

Her eyes opened into tiny little bloodshot slits. "Daddy..." she mumbled, "...are you gonna... fuck my ass??"

Chapter Four: Emily Over the Kitchen Table

"I've never..." Alice groaned, while I massaged the inside of her asshole with two fingers, stretching her into compliance. Her next couple words were inaudible, but I'm pretty sure they something along the lines of, "I don't think I want to..."

"Shh..." I whispered, and pretended not to know what she was trying to say. Instead, I just leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and withdrew my fingers.

"I guess..." my high little hippy chick mumbled, mostly inaudible, "...my cherry..."

Taking that for all the permission that was required, I hoisted my large frame atop her small body, spreading her ass cheeks at the same time and positioning my cockhead at her anal entrance. The already‐abused muscle put up some resistance to my entrance, but she was stretched and lubed and ready, and my head passed through the hesitant sphincter and into her.

She clenched her bloodshot eyes closed tight, and whimpered. "It hurts, Daddy!"

"Just relax, baby," I said .

She whimpered more. "I'll try, Daddy."

It didn't seem like she did; she was tense and tight and wasn't loosening up a bit. Nevertheless I whispered "That's my good little princess," and tried to reassuringly pet her on the back, even as I started pumping my hips.

"I'm..." she groaned under the weight of my penetrative assault, "Daddy's... little... princess."

"Daddy's good girl." More reassuring pets while my cock finally started sliding.

"Daddy's... good girl... princess..." As she whimpered these words, she slid her hands down, under her belly. I had to smile when I realized that her fingers were at her clit. Hitchhiker was masturbating. Little hippy princess Alice likes it in the ass after all!

A couple minutes into the affair, I figured that I'd had enough of her ass for one night, and I pulled out. Alice' fingers immediately spread her labia. "Fuck my pussy, Daddy!" she moaned. "Cum in me again!"

I slid right in, slamming deep, and in only three or four solid thrusts, I buried my cock up to the hilt in her sloppy pussyflesh and I filled her little teenage womb with sperm for a second time that night.

Alice was in my bed and sound asleep the next morning, even though it was ten AM when I got up. I threw on some pajama pants and went downstairs for some coffee. Emily Richter was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee of her own.

"Good morning!" she smiled at me.

"Morning."

"You had fun last night, huh? You look tired."

"Yeah. I need some coffee." I poured myself a mug and added a splash of milk, and sat down at the table with her.

"Those two girls you were with seemed like lots of fun," she said.

"Oh, yeah, you mean Hitchhiker and--"

"They sucked a lot of cock. Like, ten guys?"

"Something like that." I swigged some coffee to clear my head, if only to figure out where Emily was going with this conversation.

"And they did it doggy style with a bunch of guys, too."

"Yep."

"I wish..." she said wistfully. "I've never really done that."

"Well, if you want to have an orgy, you're definitely in the right place."

"No, not an orgy, that's not what I mean. I mean 'doggy style.'"

"You've never done it doggy?"

She shook her head. "And I've never sucked a cock, either. I mean, not properly. I've tried a few times with John, but I don't think he likes it. It reminds him that his parts don't work."

"That makes sense."

"Before John's accident," Emily continued, "we didn't really do foreplay, or anything much at all, really. It was pretty much just me lying on my back, and John done in thirty seconds." She laughed. "It was exciting, but... kinda dull sometimes, you know? For me at least. Probably not for him." She laughed again.

I laughed, too. "Well, we can't have you thinking sex is dull!"

She smiled, even blushing a little--which was a new look for her. "I don't think it's dull. I think it's really exciting, with you."

I smiled. "How 'bout we do it doggy next time? John'll be cool with that, right?"

"Yeah, he'd be cool with it I'm sure. But... We could always do it right now..." She gave me what I suppose was her best attempt at a seductive smile. It wasn't a bad effort, although an astute observer could probably have guessed that she hadn't done much of this in her life.

"Right now? What about John?"

"He's downstairs, in the lab," Emily answered. "You know," she added, working on that same seductive smile, "he doesn't always have to be with us."

"Well, I kinda think that I'm, sort of, 'providing the hardware.' For John, you know?"

Emily blushed some more. This was the first time I'd seen her blush. She did look awfully cute when she blushed.

"You know, like his 'surrogate,'" I continued.

"That's not how I see it," she said, shaking her head slightly. "I've always thought of you as... my lover."

That was a bold statement, coming from Emily Richter. She was a bundle of surprises this morning. I myself loved the idea of Emily as my lover, but I wasn't sure it was a good idea. "John's, like, he's my best friend," I said. "I don't want to go around behind his back."

She smiled. "No, of course not. We wouldn't be 'going behind his back.' He knows how I feel. He understands."

It really didn't take much to convince me. The thought of taking Emily from behind for the first time in her life was definitely appealing. "Okay... so, do you want to lean over the table?" I gave her a mischievous smile. "Or, get down on the floor?"

Now she was blushing hard. "Here?"

"Sure!"

"On the table??"

"It's a fun way to do it." I smiled mischievously some more. "It's not dull."

She grinned back at me. After only a moment's hesitation, she blurted out, "Okay!"

I was definitely surprised that she'd agreed to the idea. Sex, out in the open, on the kitchen table! This was way outside of her comfort zone. I stood, and took her hand, and helped her to her feet.

"What do I do?" she asked, though even as she spoke, she reached down and started unbuttoning her pants. I'd stepped behind her, and now I wrapped my arms around her chest and grabbed her nice full tits with both hands. "Oh my!" she said, turning her head to look at me. I kissed her cheek, and she twisted her head further so that we could kiss on the lips. As we kissed, my hands gave her breasts one last squeeze, then slipped down her belly. While she and I both worked at the buttons of her pants, I pushed the other hand down into her panties, and down further, until my fingers found her excited little puss.

"Jesus, you're wet!" My middle finger was sliding into the silky warmth of her vagina.

"I'm really turned on," she whispered back.

"Me, too," I whispered, too. By now, her pants were unfastened, and I put my hands on her back and I pushed until she was face-down on the table.

"Oh god," she moaned. I yanked her pants and panties down, her round pale ass displayed in front of me.

My pants quickly falling to my ankles, I drove my cock into her, and in three quick pumps, I was balls deep. She was as warm and wet as you could ever imagine, and I grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard, slamming her against the table. Fucking her like she'd never been fucked before. All she could do was just lay there and take it, and this fact seemed to appeal to her quite well. She just moaned, "Oh god, oh god!" over and over.

And right about then is when Alice walked into the room.

"Look at you two," the teenager announced her arrival with a laugh. She was wearing one of my dress shirts, and nothing else, her hair disheveled, her eyes still blood-shot.

Emily quickly stood. "Oh shit!"

"Don't stop on my account!" Alice laughed. "Keep going!"

I was in full agreement with the teenager on this point, so I pushed Emily back down onto the table and slid back in.

"Have you two met?" I said as I grabbed her hips and started rocking. "Emily, this is Alice."

Alice looked over Emily with a grin as she poured herself a coffee. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Richter," she said.

"Nice to meet you... too... Alice," Emily groaned.

Alice sat down at the table across from us. "This is fun!" She took a sip of her coffee.

"You're..." Emily stuttered, "you're gonna watch?"

"Sure, I like watching." Alice pushed a hand pushing down between her legs. "It's like porn."

Emily laughed, nervous but maybe also a little excited. Maybe a little repressed exhibitionism was welling to the surface? Maybe she liked the idea of starring in her own private porn show? "I guess so!"

"That's why guys like to do it from behind, you know," Alice said. By now, her fingers were diddling hard between her legs. "'Cause they can watch their cock sliding in your pussy, just like they're porn stars!"

"Makes... sense..." Emily groaned. "I've never done it this way before."

"Really? Wow! I love it from behind!"

"Me... too...!"

"I can relate, though," Alice Pussy Diddler said. "Someone did something to me last night that I've never done before. I'm still really sore."

"Oh...? What...?" Em asked as I gripped tight to her hips, slamming into her hard again. What can I say? Having an audience inspired me.

"I got fucked in the ass," Alice bluntly answered Emily's query.

"Oh, god!" Emily groaned.

"He came in my pussy twice, too. I'm surprised you have anything left, Brian."

"Oh, fuck," Emily groaned. "Cum in my pussy, Brian!"

And I obliged, slamming into her hard while she moaned and shook, and Alice diddled herself to orgasm, and all three of us came together in the kitchen that morning.

Man, I gotta say, living in a hippy sex commune was a lot of fun.

Chapter Five: "Guitar Lessons," Redux, This Time with Air Quotes

After Emily's and my tryst in the kitchen, Alice and I went back to my room to get her clothes. Before she dressed, I sparked another joint.

"Mrs. Richter's cute!" she said, holding in a big drag of pot as she sat cross-legged on my bed in nothing but my oversized dress shirt.

"She is," I agreed.

"I just can't believe you're fucking her at the same time that you're coming on to her daughter. That's..." She raised her eyebrows at me. "...bold."

I gave her a look, and she laughed.

"Oh, right, I forgot," she dripped with sarcasm. "You're not hot for the daughter."

"I think one of us is hot for Rachel, but it isn't me."

Alice laughed. "What a trip, though, that Mrs. Richter hadn't ever been fucked from behind before."

"Yeah, she had a pretty sheltered life before Richter's accident, and after that, you know, not much sex. She's never even given a blow job."

"No way!" Her eyes twinkled with a sudden thought. "Oh, we just gotta get her to do that! I can help! I can show her what to do!"

"That sounds like fun."

"It does! And once we're done teaching her, I can do the same thing for you and your little girlfriend!"

I gave her my sardonic look again, and she giggled. Right then, I noticed what time it was. "Oh, shit! I gotta run! It's later than I thought."

"Why? What's up?"

"I got guitar lessons."

"You're taking guitar lessons??"

"No, I'm..." I realized that if I told her who my student was, I'd never hear the end of it. "I'm the teacher," I lamely finished.

Her face lit with a great big grin. It was clearly too late; she already figured it out. "Wait!" she said. "You're giving your little girlfriend 'guitar lessons'--" She made quote marks in the air wih her fingers, "--aren't you?"

"Yes," I confessed. "I mean, no! She's not my 'little girlfriend'--" I returned the air quotes, "--and they are guitar lessons!"

"Dude, you're soooo in lust with her!" the hippy chick laughed. "I'm sitting here on your bed, stoned and half naked, and you fucked me twice yesterday--you even ass-fucked me! So you know what kinda girl I am. And you're just going to leave me sitting here all by myself so you can go give your little girlfriend a 'guitar lesson.'" More air quotes.

"I'm sorry, are you...?" I sat down. "I shouldn't leave, that's rude of me."

She laughed, although it was more of a sarcastic grunt. "No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm not jealous, if that's what you think. Besides, thanks to you, I'm too sore to do anything right now anyway."

"Sorry 'bout that."

"I'm just saying, you're totally hooked, big guy. Go make puppy love with your girlfriend while you play guitar, it's fine with me."

"Really? I feel sorta like a heel now."

"Of course, go. I need to get some more sleep anyway."

"Okay... We'll get together later, okay?"

"Do me a favor, though," her eyes twinkled.

"Okay... What?" I was a bit trepidatious about what the request might be.

"It's more of a favor for her, really. Drop the silly 'she's not my girlfriend' routine, at least when you're around her. That's just gonna make her feel like you're rejecting her. Believe me, I know."

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked, genuinely confused, and a little bit worried, about this harebrained plan.

Alice laughed. "Don't you see how into this girl you are? You had no problem coming on to me."

"That's totally different. You're--"

"I know, I know," she dismissively waved off my objection. "But don't you see what that's gonna look like to her?"

"So you're saying I should come onto her?"

She gave a victorious smile. "I'm not saying you should go and jump her bones right now. But you should make sure she knows that you want to."

"Okay..."

"And mean it."

"Okay..." I stood up, still uncertain about all of this. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

She gave me a big grin. "Go!"

I was oddly nervous, and quite unhappy about it, as I stood outside the door to Rachel's bedroom, listening to her strumming chords while she awaited her guitar teacher's late arrival. Until this moment, I hadn't thought about sex with her much at all, except for a few fleeting momentary thoughts that any man would have about a cute girl. I certainly hadn't had any plans, or even any thoughts of any plans, to "come on" to her. But the problem now wasn't that I was suddenly having these thoughts--I could deal with that problem easily enough. The problem was that, thanks to Alice, I was suddenly feeling guilty about the fact that I hadn't thought about this before. As I stood there, my guitar in one hand, the knuckles of my other hand preparing to knock on the door, I was feeling now like I owed it to Rachel to come on to her, like it was my duty as an older man to make sure that she knew that she was an object of desire. That I wanted her.

Fuck!

She looked up at me with big blue eyes as I apologized to her for being late. Big, beautiful blue eyes. I felt a stirring as I looked into those eyes, and I realized that it was true, that Alice was right. Maybe I had been in denial about how I felt about the girl? But I admitted it to myself now. I was incredibly attracted to her, and I had been since the first time I saw her. I wanted her to be my "little girlfriend." I wanted her to be my lover. I wanted to make love with her.

"Your guitar playing sounds so nice!" I said, awkwardly, avoiding what I was really feeling right then.

She blushed. "Thanks."

"Hey, I was thinking, maybe you'd want to go swimming again?" I don't know where that idea came from. I just blurted it out, but I have to admit I was motivated by the idea of being naked with her while we swam, and the Alice-invoked memory of how she'd stared at my cock the day before. And now, I had to clear my mind of that thought, so that my growing erection would go away.

"Right now?" she said, so innocently unaware of my evil motives.

"Sure! It's still super hot, and nobody else is swimming right now. I think you might like it better if we're alone. I mean, if it isn't so crowded..."

She gave me a sweet smile as she set her guitar down on the bed. "Yeah, I think I'd like that better."

Down at the pond, I quickly undressed, and just like Alice would have predicted, those big beautiful blue eyes dropped down, and Rachel was staring at my cock again. There was nothing I could do to prevent what happened next; my poor guy twitched, and thickened, and in about two seconds, while Rachel just stared, I was fully erect.

"Sorry," I said, looking down myself. "I'm..." she raised big eyes to look at me. "I better just get in the water so he can settle down"

She giggled nervously. "Okay."

I dashed embarrassedly into the water, and once my offending appendage was safely obscured, I turned to see her walking into the water, her long legs bare, but still wearing her shirt and panties.

"You're gonna swim in your shirt?" I asked her.

"Yeah..." she answered. "You think I shouldn't?"

"It'll get soaked. Why not swim in your bra?"

"I'm not wearing..."

"Oh, okay..."

"But still... It will get soaked, won't it? I guess I can..." And then turned her back to me, pulled her shirt off, and tossed it onto the bank. When she turned back, she was wearing nothing but a little pair of flower-print cotton panties, but she had an arm across her chest, concealing her nipples from my view. She didn't drop the arm until she'd walked far enough into the pond that she could crouch down and keep her chest hidden from my view.

I wasn't sure if she was being shy, or if she just didn't want to be oogled by the dirty old man who likes to show her his cock, and pops an instant boner when he does. Despite what Alice might have contended, I assumed it was the latter, which didn't exactly make me happy. But I can't say as I blamed her. And this realization made me feel a little guity; I'd done what Alice suggested, and showed the girl in graphic detail that I was sexually attracted to her, and the result was that I'd scared her. But the realization also had the positive effect of alleviating some of the stress that I'd artificially put on our relationship--we could now go back to just being friends again. Back to the "uncle-niece" dynamic that we'd had, up until Alice put these crazy thoughts in my head. So I focused on just having fun while we swam.

And we did have fun. I noticed, to my disappointed amusement, that every time I might have a chance to see her nipples, she made sure to cover them with her arm or her hands. Further proof that she didn't want her dirty old "uncle" staring at her girl bits. However, about fifteen minutes into our swimming, she apparently momentarily forgot her opinion on the matter of showing off to old men, and stood up in front of me and lifted her arms to swipe her wet hair from her face, and I was finally treated to a view of her thin, bare, and oh-so-beautiful chest. She had no breasts at all, but her darling baby nipples stood up, swollen pink dollops that hinted at changes that were just beginning to happen to her young body.

She saw me looking. She saw me staring. I just couldn't help it. But instead of covering herself to my achingly desirous gaze, she dropped her hands to her side, once she'd cleared away the wet strands of hair, and just stood there for a moment, letting me soak in the beauty of her preadolescent bosom. After a second or two, she lifted her hands and covered herself again.

Chapter Six: Mouth Pussy

"I'm sorry," Rachel said, in a quiet, pathetic voice, as she stood in front of me in the swimming pond with her hands concealing her chest from my view. "I'm just... really shy."

"That's okay, sweetheart," I tried to reassure her. "I understand."

But at this point, my previous assumptions about her motives were gone entirely from my head, and I rose up out of the water, my cock once again fully engorged, and her beautiful blue eyes once again fell to stare at my manhood. She stared, unabashedly, as I walked to her, and then I took her in my arms and hugged her, and kissed her on the forehead. She looked up at me, and I kissed her again, this time on the lips.

"Should we go lay in the sun?" I asked her, my shaking voice belying my effort to sound as casual as I could.

Still looking up at me, the young girl nodded.

As we walked out of the pond, she kept an arm across her chest. But now, unfortunately, there was something else to keep my cock excited; her little flower print cotton panties were once again soaked, and clinging transparently. The shape of her pubic mound was revealed almost as if she were naked, and below that, the cleft of her ten year old pussy, with just a hint of the hood of a tiny clit peeking out.

I lay down in the grass at the edge of the pond and reached up to invite her to lay down next to me. With her arm was still concealing her nipples, she snuggled up against me, probably because she knew how revealing her panties were now, and how this had attracted my attention, and she was able to hide the graphic view from my gaze by pressing against my hip. This had another advantage, though, since she was now lying on her side and I could see her bottom through her soaked and nearly-transparent panties; two plump pale cheeks that were remarkably reminiscent of a womanly ass that I had seen just that very morning.

And yet, as I remembered holding tight to her mother's hips while I fucked her over the kitchen table, I realized that Rachel's ass might be sweetly round like Emily's, but her hips were narrow and girlish. Nonetheless, I had the sudden vision of me kneeling behind her and holding tight to those narrow childish hips, and for the first time since I had met her, I allowed myself the pleasure of truly imagining having sex with Rachel. The thought of grabbing those young hips while I drive my cock into her little pussy caused my heart to race and my balls to ache, and I was momentarily overcome with a desire to climb above of her, yank those panties down, and fuck her like a little whore. And I knew Alice would say that this is exactly what Rachel wanted me to do.

But I restrained myself. Ten year old Rachel was not the same girl that ten year old Alice had been. While Alice may have been quite ready for sex at that age, Rachel was shy, demure, reclusive. Hers was surely a more delicate case. So, though my mind was filled with thoughts of forcing myself on her, I opted instead to gently put my arm around her naked back, to lean down and kiss her forehead. Once again she lifted those baby blues to look up at me, and I leaned down a little further and kissed her on the lips. As we kissed, I slid my hand down until it was cupped around an ass cheek, and she let out a sweet little moan into my mouth as my fingers gently squeezed, kneading the soft plump flesh.

And then we kissed, and kissed, and kissed. Eventually I let go of her ass and I slipped my hand back up, then over, to her chest. To my surprise, she moved her arm to invite my touch, and my exploring fingers found the swollen flesh of a nipple, a little nubbin awaking to my touch and stiffening under my fingertip. While I petted her, she put her hand across my chest and did the same to me--finding a nipple and gently petting.

We lay there together, tongues flirting in her mouth and gently stroking each other's nipples, until we heard some hippies laughing as they ran from the house and down the lawn, and we quickly dressed.

I guess Hitchhiker was right, after all, about me and my little girlfriend!

The house band had a jam session that night, and the freaky tripping hippies danced.

While we were playing, I looked around to see if Rachel had come down to hear the band, and I was disappointed, and a little worried, that I couldn't find her. I even played a couple Dylan songs, in the hope that it would attract the girl, but to no avail. But as I scanned the audience to look for her, I noticed Alice and Emily standing together, talking and giggling, and occassionally looking over at me and John. I wondered what they were up to, but I didn't have to wait long to find out.

After the band finished, the ladies came over to us, and Alice quite forwardly plopped herself down on John's lap in a most flirtatious manner as he sat in his wheelchair. "It has come to my attention," she announced, "that Mrs. Richter has never given a guy a blow job before! I think she should give Brian a blow job. Would that be okay with you, Mr. Richter?"

John laughed. "Of course!"

Emily gave me a little shrug an an uncertain smile. And then beautiful petite Emily Richter, with the nice big tits and a demure smile almost a sweet as her daughter's, nervously, and a bit clumsily, knelt in front of me and began unbuttoning my pants, right there in the dining hall with all the freaky people milling around and still dancing after the jam session. Emily really was a little porn star exhibitionist!

She pulled my pants down to my ankles, then freed my cock from the confines of my underwear, opened her mouth wide, leaned in, and I felt the warm paradise of her lips and tongue gently, sweetly, wrapped around my glans. The little lady might not have known what she was doing, but damn it felt good nonetheless.

I looked over at Alice, still sitting on John's lap, to see her reaction. But it wasn't exactly the reaction I was expecting. She and John were busy tonguing each other, his hand aggressively kneeding at one of her little tits. Well, this was an interesting development. By herself, Em was doing her best, trying fumblingly to stroke me while she ineffectually sucked, and Alice, apparently done making out with Richter for the moment, slid off his lap and got on her knees in front of him. With his hands on the armrests of his chair, Richter lifted himself up slightly, and Alice pulled down his pants, and she buried her face in his crotch, at the same time slipping a hand down her own pants.

In all the naked orgies that had been held at the Hillcroft Manor that summer, this was the first time anyone had ever involved Richter in the activities. Partly, no doubt, this is because people found the fact that he was in a wheelchair intimidating, or even off-putting. And partly it was because he held a sort of hallowed position in the community as elder statesman and spiritual mentor/guru. It was hardly surprising that Alice paid neither of these the least bit of heed. That wasn't the way Hitchhiker rolled. And I have to admit, my admiration for her, already quite large, increased even more as I watched her on her knees in front of the wheelchair-bound Richter, masturbating while she sucked his ineffective cock.

Meanwhile, his wife was doing her best, but alas, her best wasn't very good. Eventually, Alice remembered her role in Emily's sexual education, and pulled away from Richter's cock. "I'm gonna go help Mrs. Richter now, okay?" she asked the man. He grinned, and nodded.

Down on her knees now next to Emily, Alice started coaching. "Bob your head up and down, just like your mouth's a pussy and you're fucking him. That's what the guy who taught me always said--'Your mouth's a pussy. Fuck my cock with it just like it's a pussy.'"

"That's so hot!" her student said, before she went down again and started bobbing on my head.

"I know! I loved it when he talked like that! 'Fuck me with your mouth-pussy, little slut!'"

"Mmmm!"

"Fuck Brian with your mouth-pussy, Mrs. Richter! Just like you're his little slut! Like you're his little girlfriend!"

Emily's enthusiasm increased and she began to get the hang of it, bobbing and sucking.

Alice reached her hand out and cupped her fingers around my sack. "You have to play with his balls, too. Guys love it when you play with their balls when you're giving them a blow job, don't you, Brian?"

"Yeah," I said, breathlessly.

"And you should kiss his balls, too!"

Brimming with her new-found enthusiasm, Emily pulled off my head and bent down and nuzzled into my nutsack. Alice took this opportunity to take my cock into her mouth, and she sucked and stroked while Em kissed and licked. Alice lifted her eyes, watching me. "He's getting close, Mrs. Richter, I can tell! Quick, come back up so he can cum in your mouth!"

In an instant, Emily had her lips wrapped around my head, her hands at my balls, Alice still stroking.

"Do you want to cum in her mouth, Brian?" Alice said in the affected voice of a little girl. "Do you want to make her swallow it? Just like she's your little girlfriend? Come on, cum in your slutty little girlfriend's mouth-pussy! Make her swallow it!"

Alice sure knew how to get me off. It was like she'd somehow managed to worm her way into my sexual psyche, and she knew even better than me my deepest, darkest desires. Yes, I did want to cum in my little girlfriend's mouth. I did want to make Rachel my slutty cum-swallower. Oh, god, I want to soooo badly!

A second later, Emily's mouth was full with the first shot of my ejaculate. No doubt, she'd never experienced a man's orgasm as intimately as this, and her face shuttered as I fired my second shot. She pulled away then, and Alice squealed with delight as I finish emptying my balls onto my little girlfriend's beautiful face.

When I sat down on Rachel's bed the next afternoon for our guitar lesson, she had a nervous, uncertain air about her. And I was worried. The fact that she hadn't come down to hear the band the night before was disconcerting, and what little glimmer of hope that I had that it might signify nothing, and that we might still spend the afternoon's "guitar lesson" making out in the maid's room, disappeared completely, replaced by an overwhelming concern that I had pushed too far. That I had made her uncomfortable and upset.

I cursed myself, and Alice, for having inserted this unnecessary obstacle into our once free and easy relationship. Not knowing what else to do, and no doubt wanting to avoid the conversation that we obviously needed to have, I just started strumming a twelve bar blues progression and encouraged her to play some lead. She did, but with little enthusiasm. After a bit, I stopped. Succumbing to the inevitable, I took a deep breath. "Rachel, is something wrong?"

Still holding on to her guitar, she looked up at me with those big blue eyes that seemed to be shining with wetness, like she was about to start to cry. "No," she answered, in a plaintive little voice.

I knew that wasn't a truthful answer. I knew had to prod further. "You don't seem to be into playing guitar today..."

"No," she said, in that same plaintive voice, "not really."

"And last night, you didn't come down to hear the band."

"I did, though," she answered. "I watched from the top of the stairs."

"Oh! I looked for you but I didn't see you. I played some Dylan for you."

"I know! I heard! I was gonna come down when you were done, but then..."

Suddenly it dawned on me that she must have seen her mother giving me a blow job. Shit! "Your mom..." I fumbled, trying to find the right thing to say. "She'd never... She wasn't cheating on your dad," I said, settling on one thing that I thought might be bothering her about what happened. "He knows that your mom and I--"

"I know..."

"And it's not like she's my girlfriend," I moved to another thing that I thought maybe was bothering her, "she just hadn't ever--"

"It looked like you really liked it." Though the context seemed accusatorial, her tone was something more along the lines of curiosity. That confused me, caused me to stumble.

"Yeah, but..."

"And, Mom liked it, too? And that other girl--"

"Alice."

"Yeah, Alice. She liked it, too?"

I had no idea where the hell she was going with this. "Yeah, I guess," I fumbled along. "Some girls really like it."

"Oh." She looked down, clearly nervous. But at that point, my slow brain finally began to figure out what her nervousness and hesitancy may have been about.

"Do you think that you might like it?" Even the mere act of asking the question caused a sudden quickening of my heart rate.

She looked up, wide-eyed. "I don't know. Do you think I would?"

"Yeah, you might. A lot of girls do."

The ten year old looked down again, obviously too nervous to take her thoughts to the next level.

Well, I knew what Alice would think I should do. So I steeled my nerves, and bravely forged ahead. "Rachel," I said, "would you want to try it?"

Those big eyes looked up again. "Maybe? If... If you want to? If it'd be okay with you?"

Chapter Seven: Precious Rachel

Sitting on my bed, nervously clutching to her guitar, Rachel looked up at me with those big baby blues of hers, and I tried to give her a reassuring smile. I really hoped that I didn't come off as overly excited, or worse yet, like a lecherous older "uncle" that I often thought she saw me as. But I'm sure I didn't succeed; by now, the poor guy between my legs was so painfully hard that he was throbbing in the confines of my pants, and I was sure he'd break in half if I didn't free him soon. And he was doing most of the thinking for me right now, and he had pretty much only one thought--"Get me in my little girlfriend's mouth-pussy, and do it right now, before the bitch has a chance to change her mind!"

My hands were shaking as I set my guitar down on the bed, and I had to take a deep breath to try to calm myself. She set her guitar down, too, and looked at me, and gave me the most precious, nervous, innocent little smile that I'd ever seen in my entire life. My cock throbbed even harder at the sight of that smile.

I reached out and put my hands on her cheeks, and I leaned in and kissed her. Then I stood, and I unbuckled my pants. Rachel stared, wide baby blue eyes, directly at my crotch as I pulled my pants down, the eyes getting even wider at the sight of the tent in my briefs. Then, I pulled the underwear down, too, finally freeing my aching cock.

The ten year old continued staring, and with a little smile, she lifted her hands. An agonizing moment later, her fingers made first contact with my cock, just the tips at first, cool and soft and delicate, lightly gliding along my skin and sending electric tingles that intensified as they pulsed down my cock and into my body, turning into a throb, and then an ache.

"It's so hard," she whispered, staring. "It's so big."

My only response was a heavy sigh as the throbbing need hit my brain. She looked up at my face in response, smiling sweetly, and then wrapped her cool little fingers around my shaft. She looked back down, leaned forward, and opened her mouth. And took the tip of my cockhead between her lips.

Immediately upon contact with her warm, velvet-soft tongue, my over-excited, over-stimulated manhood throbbed, and I felt a large surge of precum expel from my hole. Rachel's eyes went wide and she pulled back, smacking her lips. She looked up at me, curious, inquisitive, still holding onto my shaft with both hands.

"That was just some precum," I panted as I reached down and put my hands on the back of her head and pulled her back in. My cockhead, wet now with more leaking precum, bumped against her lips. "Open," I hissed, far more demanding than I had intended.

She blinked, not looking at me but staring straight ahead, but dutifully opened her mouth, and the tip of my head slipped in.

"Wider!" I growled. What the hell?!? I'd completely lost control of my faculties at this point. But on the plus side, she did as I commanded, and as I was still exerting pressure on the back of her head, my entire head slid in until her lips were wrapping tightly around the crown of my glans.

I moaned. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to..." I let go of her head, and she pulled back.

"No, it's okay," she said, looking up at me. "I just don't know what I'm doing."

"Sweetie, it's fine, it feels--"

Even aa I spoke, she leaned back in with her mouth open wide, and my burning, tingling head was once again ensconced in the wonderful warmth of her little mouth.

Little Rachel, precious angelic little cock-sucking ten year old Rachel, tried her best to do what she had seen her mother do the night before. She knew that she was supposed to rub my cock, and she gave me some ineffective two-handed strokes. But she didn't suck, or lick, or bob; she just held my cockhead between her lips and she tried to jack me. Nevertheless, watching from above as the inexperienced girl struggled to give me pleasure was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen. She was an angel, a beautiful magical creature, with soft golden hair and sweet blushing cheeks; it was far more than I could ever imagine possible, than I could ever have asked for, than I could ever deserve, to have this amazing child, this lovely girl, fulfilling my greatest fantasies. So I just stood and watched, soaking in the moment so I could remember it forever.

Eventually, I could tell that her jaw was tiring, so I pulled out, pushed her hands aside, and started jacking. She watched with curiosity for a moment, but then brushed a few strands of her hair from her face, and leaned down, and under me. She paused for just a second, and then little ten year old Rachel, my sweet angel girl, gave my ballsack a little kiss. Jesus Christ, as if it was possible that this experience could be even more perfectly erotic, an absolute dream come true for a horny old man, that little hesitant ballkiss sent me over the edge.

I moaned, feeling my orgasm commencing. The girl pulled back just slightly, looking up at me with an excited little smile, my cock right above her face as I furiously stroked.

"Does that feel good?" she asked. "I heard Alice tell Mom that--"

"Oh god!" I grunted.

Immediately, in response, she went right back down and pressed her wet little pink mouth-pussy lips against my scrotum.

A man can only take so much. As badly as I wanted to cum in her mouth, I was already past the point of no return. I did at least manage to step back and take aim at her beautiful face, and then I loosed a blast of semen that splatted dead on, right on her nose, and trailed off across her cheek.

She squealed as it struck her, and before she could duck away, the second shot coated her forehead. Her eyes closed tight, and her face now turned to the side, I stood above her, still jacking ferociously, and emptied my balls onto her.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed when I was done, one of her pretty eyes opened just slightly. She had a big grin. "There's so much!"

I looked around for something to use to clean her off, but she'd already lifted her shirt to wipe off her face.

"Oh, wow!" she said. The little girl was all smiles now.

We played guitar together for hours after that.

Chapter Eight: Hitchhiker Rides Richter

Alice and I were sitting in the grass staring at the stars while nearby, Jonathon Richter was giving a talk--a lecture? a symposium?--on mysticism. I'm sure he was high as a kite, as were his "students," but even in that state, he was maybe the smartest person I'd ever known, so I enjoyed listening to his lectures, though the topic wasn't of much interest to me. I definitely wasn't on a spiritual journey, that's not what attracted me to the scene. Alice was simpatico with me on this; she sometimes made a bit of fun of the hippies on LSD searching for the meaning of life and the universe and everything. For her, acid was a party drug, and partying was what she was there to do. To that end, it was a bit too mellow at the Hillcroft Manor for her right then, but the stars were a trip--stars always are--so she was sitting there with me, hugging her knees, while Richter talked about the contrast between sensory deprivation and sensory overload in non-western religions.

"So, I got some news," I said to Alice as she stared up at the night sky.

"Yeah?" She looked back at me with a nice, I'm-having-a-good-mellow-trip sort of smile.

"My little girlfriend gave me a blow job this afternoon."

"No way!" She sat up and punched me on the shoulder. "I told you! I told you that little chick wanted your cock!"

"I don't know about that, but I guess she saw us last night, and that made her curious. So, she wanted to try it herself."

"Sweet! And? How'd it go?"

"It was the sexist damn thing you could ever imagine."

"I bet! I wish I could have watched! Was she good?"

"Well, I had to finish for her, if that's what you mean."

"Yeah, it's hard--my first guy, he had to finish for me like the first twenty times, before I finally started getting it. See? That's why you should let me teach her how to do it. It'll be good for her psyche, if she's better at it."

"I guess that makes sense..." I nodded. "But wouldn't it be kind of awkward?"

"Awkward? No! It'd be fun!"

"Fun for you, sure..."

"For you, too!"

"Yeah, but what about Rachel? Am I just supposed to tell her that another person's gonna join us? Someone she doesn't even really know? I don't think you realize what a shy little thing she is."

Alice smiled. "Shy?"

"Yes, shy."

"I bet you like that! Guys like shy little girls, don't you?"

"Well..." I wasn't sure how to answer. It was true that I really did find it to be quite a turn on, I had to admit. Sort of like a tease, only more challenging.

"She can't be that shy, though," Alice went on, like she knew the answer to her question already. "She just gave you a blow job!"

"True, but--"

"I suppose you're right about it being awkward for her, though," she interrupted me. John had finished his lecture by now, and the hippies were dispersing, so I stood and offered my hand to Alice. "That's why," she continued as she got to her feet, "I'm gonna introduce myself to her. I think me and your little girlfriend are gonna be good friends, don't you?"

"Sure," I said, "why not?"

"So... did she swallow?" Alice asked with her impish grin.

"She didn't have a chance. I came on her face."

"Oooo nice! What did she think of that?"

"She seemed to like it," I answered. "At least, she was smiling when I finished."

"I'm sure she liked it. I love it when guys cum on my face."

"Hmm. I'll have to remember that. Maybe even tonight?"

She giggled, then took my hand. "Maybe!"

At that moment, Emily Richter walked up, interrupting our scheming for the evening's entertainment. But apparently, she had ideas of her own for how the night should unfold.

"John and I are going to head up to bed," she told us. "Maybe... we were thinking that maybe you two would want to join us? I know John would like that."

"Mr. Richter's so cute!" Alice effused. "Can we, Brian? It sounds like you guys have so much fun! We can do what we were talking about another time."

"Oh? What were you talking about?" Em asked.

Alice flashed her sexy eyes my way. "Oh, I was just telling Brian how much I like it when guys cum on my face."

Emily laughed. "You're quite a girl, Alice!"

"Thanks!"

Twenty minutes later, Hitchhiker Alice was straddling John's face, both of them buck naked. His wife was on her knees, sucking my cock again, but my attention was focused on the little hottie fucking herself on Richter's tongue. She had her hands on his head and was grinding hard, humping his face like an eight year old with her favorite teddy.

"Oh, god, Mr. Richter!" she hollered. "It feels so good! You're so good at this!"

She turned to look at me, panting red-faced. "Brian... Brian, you gotta... you gotta fuck me now!!!" She climbed off of John, but she didn't go far; she crouched between his legs with her ass up in the air. Emily just laughed, having pulled off of my cock, and I climbed up behind the teenage hippy chick.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" she shouted as I entered her. "Mr. Richter, I really wanna suck your big cock while I get fucked!"

Richter laughed, sitting up on his elbows to watch as Alice dove down on his limp penis. The girl obviously didn't care at all that he couldn't get it up, and she was immediately bobbing her head in time with my thrusting hips and making a most entertaining slobbery rhythmic grunting, a sound that mimicked the sloppy sloshing of her pussy as her cuntcum splashed out repeatedly onto my swinging balls.

Three or four minutes into her odd double-team, she suddenly pulled off. "Brian," she panted, "you have to stop!"

"Huh?"

"He's hard!" she shouted. "Look! Mr. Richter, you have a hard-on!"

The girl wasted no time, climbing up onto him. "I have to fuck you, Mr. Richter! I just have to fuck you!"

From my vantage point behind her, I could see his cock now, and indeed, he appeared to be at least half-hard, and with Alice's pussy being already wide open and soaking wet, he slid right in when she held him up and sat down on his cock.

"Oh yes!" she shouted, as she started bouncing on him. "Oh yes!!!"

I looked over at Emily, who was kneeling naked on the bed, her big tits shimmying as Alice's aggressive bouncing shook the bed. She had a big curious delighted smile as she watched her husband getting slut-fucked by little Alice.

After a couple of minutes, Alice sat up on her knees, and Richter's dick fell out, now in it's usual limp state again.

"I couldn't finish you," Alice said. "You went soft."

"I'm sorry," Richter said.

"I'm not! I got to fuck you! Here, Mr. Richter," she said, climbing up to his chest and sticking her abdomen forward. "Look at the little pussy that you just fucked! You like fucking little pussies, don't you, Mr. Richter? You like fucking little high school girls!"

"I do!"

"Brian," she turned to look at me with her pussy still right in Richter's face, "fuck Mrs. Richter now! Mr. Richter and I wanna watch!" The mistress of ceremonies slid off John's chest and lay down next to him, spread her legs wide, and started masturbating furiously.

Emily gave me a smile, then dropped down on her hands and knees, and I mounted her from behind--apparently her new favorite position--and Richter and Alice watched as I gave his wife the hardest fucking of her life and finished inside her with an enormous, consciousness-expanding orgasm.

The guitars were forgotten entirely for Rachel's next lesson. There was only one thing she wanted to do, and as luck would have it, it was the same thing that I wanted. The lesson began with us sitting on the bed, holding each other and kissing. Eventually, my hand ventured around her, under her arm and onto her skinny chest, and my fingers found a little nipple to caress through her shirt. She tried to do the same to me in response, but her efforts were frustrated by the fact that her arm could not reach all the way around me, so she removed her hand from my back and set it on my chest, and her fingers found a nipple as well. A few seconds of nipple-petting later, I sat up and pulled my shirt off, to give her better access. With a shy little smile, she did the same, and we were topless together. The little girl didn't hide her nipples this time. She just sat and let me look, and they were so adorable--the lightest pink little things, like delicate dollops of butter cream frosting piped onto the flatness of her chest. After admiring them for a moment, I wrapped my arm around her naked back, and she set her hand on my bare chest; our lips locked again and our fingers went back to nipple-caressing.

A minute later, I reached down and unbuttoned my pants. With a sweet, nervous smile, she slid her hand down my belly until her fingers were over my underwear. At the same time, I moved a hand to the top of her head and silently encouraged her with a gentle nudge to slide off of the bed. She did what she was instructed to do, and knelt, crouching in front of me as I shimmied my pants down, and she kissed me through my briefs. I pulled my underwear down, too, and now little ten year old Rachel was kissing my bare cock.

Chapter Nine: Girlfriends

Rachel knelt, and gave my cock a few sweet pecks, as I sat at the edge of my bed, then reached her hands up to take hold my shaft. She opened her mouth and took the tip of my head between her lips.

Once again, her method was not skillful; she stroked a bit with both hands and held the tip in her mouth, but nothing more. But I didn't want to give her any advice. I just wanted to watch her while she experimented, while the little cock-pleaser tried to figure out on her own what she needed to do.

Eventually, of course, I took over for her, at which point, the little hussy did what she had done the first time--she leaned down further, and gave my ballsack a kiss. When she came back up, she had a big smile.

"Do you want me to cum on your face again?" I asked her, panting.

She just gave me that sweet smile, and nodded.

I jacked for a few more seconds, and then, feeling that wonderful surge, lowered my cock to aim directly at her. She flinched when I let out a loud exhale, squinting her eyes in anticipation; I paused my stroking until the feeling passed, then started up again. With my cock aimed point blank at her nose, i moaned again, she flinched again, I paused again until the feeling passed.

We played this little game for another half a minute, until I couldn't take it anymore; with my cock aimed no more than an inch from her nose, I exploded, coating the poor child's face with several solid streams of semen. She shook as each shot struck her, but, remarkably, she didn't turn away, instead sitting with her face turned up towards me, passively letting me dump my load on her.

"There's so much!" she said with obvious amazement when I'd finished, holding her hands palms-up under her chin to catch the drips. I'm sure she would have been wide-eyed as she said those words, but for the fact that she held her eyes closed tight because they were covered in oozing cum. She lifted her hands and wiped my semen from her eyes, then looked up at me. "You really like doing that, don't you?"

"I think you like it, too!"

"It's very warm," she responded. "And gooey."

Rachel grabbed her shirt from the bed and used it to wipe off her face. Then, tossing the shirt onto the floor, she climbed on the bed, propped herself up on her elbows, and looked at me with a self-satisfied smile. Still naked, I climbed up next to her and gave her a kiss.

"You're a really remarkable girl, Rachel," I said. "I think I like you."

She smiled, but with an odd look, like she was troubled about something. "I talked with that new girl, Alice, this morning," she said.

"Oh?" I was curious, and now a bit troubled myself, about why she would be bringing up Alice right now.

"She introduced herself to me," the girl continued. "She seems nice."

"Yeah," I agreed, "she is."

"Is she your girlfriend?" she asked, as point blank as my cumshot had been a few minutes earlier.

I wasn't exactly sure how to respond, which was probably a bad thing at that moment, because it made it seem like I was hesitating. The truth is that I'd grown rather fond of thinking of Rachel as my "little girlfriend," and I hoped that she might see things the same way. But on the other hand, I also found myself quite enamored with Alice, and not just because of the fabulous sex--"Hitchhiker" was a pretty remarkable girl in a whole lot of ways. I also thought, or at least hoped, that Alice might be feeling the same way about me.

"No," I answered, which was true, but certainly wasn't the whole truth.

"But you have sex with her, right?"

"Yeah..." I said, then quickly added, "but she has sex with all the guys."

Rachel looked away for a moment, absorbing that piece of information into her ten year old worldview. Then she looked back at me.

"And you have sex with my mom, too, right?"

"Did Alice tell you that?" I asked her, suddenly feeling defensive.

"No! I just figure, I mean, I saw you guys--"

"Oh," I said, understanding. "Yeah, we do have sex, but just because your dad can't. I just help them out."

"Help them out?"

"Yeah. Your mom and dad like having sex, like, together. With each other. But your dad can't... can't get..."

"He can't get an erection?"

"Right, so I--"

The little girl grinned. "You don't have any problem getting an erection. You seem to have one all the time."

I laughed. "How can I not, when I'm around a sexy girl like you?"

Rachel blushed, and smiled, and then said, "Or like Alice?"

Hmm. Alice again. "Sure... Like Alice."

"So..." Rachel hesitated for just a moment, "...do you think that we'll ever have sex? I mean, you and me? Like you and Alice do?"

Maybe I'm a fool, but I hadn't seen that question coming. Luckily, Alice had prepped me for this--she'd convinced me that I had an obligation to make sure that the girl knew that I wanted her. And it was clear that Alice was right; Rachel was angling to find out how much I was really attracted to her, how she compared in my mind to my other sex partners. So, thanks to Alice, the answer came easily.

"I really want to," I said. I waited a couple seconds, just to let the answer sink in, and then added, "But only if you want to. Only when you're ready."

The sweet smile on her face melted my heart, and I was so thankful for Alice and her advice--her demand. Even if Rachel and I never have sex, that little smile made me incredibly glad that the adorable girl knew that I was interested in her. That sex with her was something I wanted as much, or more, than I wanted to have sex with Alice or her mother.

Still smiling, Rachel set her head on my chest and closed her eyes. "I think I really want to, too," she sighed.

I kissed her forehead. "We'll just take it nice and slow. No pressure or anything."

The topless little girl looked up at me with her big blue eyes. "Okay."

"Now," I said, "since you've been asking me all these questions, I have two questions for you."

"Mmhmm?"

"Okay, the first one... You asked if Alice is my girlfriend, but, the truth is, I don't have a girlfriend. But I'd really like to have one."

"You would?" Her eyes were even bigger, and more beautiful, now, as she looked up at me with what I thought must be nervousness, or anxious anticipation.

"And there's one girl I'd really love to have as my girlfriend."

"Me?" She asked, unsmiling, in a plaintive little voice.

I looked her right in those big eyes, my heart fluttering like a schoolboy's. "Will you be my girlfriend, Rachel?"

Now she smiled, so big that adorable dimples graced her rosy cheeks. "Yes!"

At this point, we both had huge silly grins. After just looking at her shining eyes for a moment, hoping that my over-anxious heart might settle down, I leaned into her and we consummated this new step in our relationship with a long romantic kiss.

"What was the other question?" she asked, when the kiss was finally done. "You said you had two questions."

"Oh, right," I said, looking into those beautiful eyes. I'd honestly forgotten what the second question was, but I new one escaped my mouth before it'd even formed in my conscious brain. "Rachel... Would it be okay... if I touch your pussy?"

She gave me a little smile. "My 'pussy?'" she said, apparently finding the word to be odd, or funny. But even as she said the words, her hands were reaching down to unbutton her pants.

Her pants and panties in a jumble at her ankles, she shyly held her legs together, and I could see only the soft chubby rise of her hairless mound, and the beginning of a little slit. But as my fingers inched down, she spread to give them access, and her slit was revealed to my longing stare. At the same time, her pale lips parted slightly, revealing the most beautiful little shock of pink that I had ever seen

We kissed, my middle finger sliding up and down her slippery slit, gently teasing out her demure little clit. Soon the ten year old was squirming to my touch and moaning softly around my tongue. So I broke the kiss and moved down, kissing her chin, and her neck, and her chest, latching onto a delicate swollen pink little nipple. She lifted her chest to encourage my suckling, and made the most adorable little sounds, "Uggghhh, uggghhhh..." I could feel a tiny teat swelling against my tongue.

Having given my love to both of her nipples, I continued kissing downward: sternum, bellybutton, pale puffy hairless pubic mound. Then I moved between her legs, and she wantonly lifted her hips to present her little pussy to me.

I had the most graphic view. Her clitty, no longer shy, was a tiny bluish bulb peeking out to greet me from inside of its pale wrinkled hood. Below her clit, her pink labia parted as she spread her legs yet wider, revealing the dark reddish wetness of her vagina and just a hint of its guardian--the taut pink skin of her hymen, with a tiny hole in its center giving me a teasing glimpse into the paradise inside.

I kissed, and kissed, and licked, and licked, my tongue tickling her clit, then sliding down between her lips and caressing that sweet hymen, the tonguetip poking into the little hole to explore.

Rachel came. She came hard, pussycum flowing out of her and coating my face as I rubbed against her quivering, orgasming sex.

"Did you get any further with your little girlfriend?" Alice asked me that night as we walked out among the stars, holding hands like teenage lovers.

"A bit," I answered. "I went down on her."

"Sweet!" Alice said with a big smile. "I bet she loved that!"

"She seemed to like it."

"I'm sure she did. I love it when guys go down on me!"

"Hmm. I can't recall, have I done that to you yet?"

"No, you haven't," she said matter-of-factly.

"That's odd, since I admire your pussy so much."

"It seems to me that you were more interested in my asshole, the first time we had sex."

"Hmm. That might be true."

"I guess you like your little girlfriend's pussy more than mine," she pouted.

"Not true at all! I admire them both, a whole lot!"

"It's okay," she said. "So long as I have Mr. Richter to kiss my pussy, I'll be a happy girl. That man sure knows what to do with his tongue!"

"Okay, now I'm jealous." My turn to pout.

Alice laughed. "You don't have anything to worry about. I like Mr. Richter just fine, but he's not really my type."

"Oh? Why not?"

"I dunno. He's fun, and really good in the sack, but he's kinda tedious sometimes, you know?"

"Tedious?"

"Yeah, I mean, I like tripping a lot, but all these people, like Starfire, she just loves it when he starts in on the mystical stuff. But I just want to dance and, you know, get naked and do stuff. That's what I like."

"I like that, too."

She grinned up at me. "I know you do!"

"So then, what is your type? A guy who parties?"

"Um, no, not really. That's fun and everything, but... I guess I'm really a Daddy's girl."

"What's that mean?"

"I don't know, I guess it means I like older guys? Guys I can look up to, that're smart but not like professors or something, and strong, and who treat me nice"

"Have you ever met a guy like that?"

"The first guy, he was like that. But he didn't like it when I called him Daddy. He said it made him 'uncomfortable.'"

"Really??"

"So, do you like it when I call you Daddy?"

"Yeah... I've never had a girl call me that before, and I really like it."

She gave my hand a squeeze. "Come to think of it, I have met one other guy who's just my type."

"Oh yeah? Who's that?"

She giggled. "I'm with him right now!"

I laughed. "I don't know if I fit the bill, but I sure as hell think that you're just my type."

"Oh? What's your type?"

"Smart and sexy and sassy!"

Alice giggled hard at that. "Well, you 'fit the bill' just perfect, Daddy, even if you are a square. "No, 'specially if you are a square!"

"You think squares are sexy?"

She gave me her best effort at a little girl demure smile, and nodded.

"Well then, I'm the squarest guy you've ever met."

"No you're not, Daddy, you're not square at all, but that's okay. I still think you're totally sexy."

"I'm glad you think that, princess," I said, "but I think maybe I need to show you just how nice I can be."

"Oooh, 'princess,' I like that! How are you going to show me that, Daddy?"

"If you come up to my bedroom, princess, I'll give you lots of kisses."

"Kisses! I love kisses! Where will you kiss me?"

"Where do you want me to kiss you?"

Alice's eyes twinkled in the starlight. "You could kiss me like you kissed your little girlfriend."

"That's what I was thinking."

"Yay!"

In my bedroom, she lifted her skirt. "Look, Daddy! No panties!"

"Beautiful," I said reverentially, looking down at the little batch of curly auburn hair between her legs.

"I bet your little girlfriend doesn't have any hair, right? Maybe you'd like it better if I shaved mine?"

"I like yours just the way it is." I knelt in front of her and leaned in and nuzzled into her pubic hair.

"Mmm," she said, putting her hands on my head, then sitting down on the bed and pulling me into her. "Tell me about Rachel's pussy."

I flicked my tongue over her clit. "She has the sweetest little clitty--" lick "--so shy, so tiny."

"Mmm... Did you lick it?"

"Umhmm." I slid my tongue down to her slit.

"Did you put your tongue inside her, Daddy?"

I pushed my tongue into Alice's slit. "Mmhmm."

"Does she taste good?"

I had to pull my tongue out to answer. "She tastes sweet and fresh, like you." My tongue slipped back in.

"Did you fuck her with her tongue?"

"Mmhmm." My tongue slipped in and out of the opening to Alice's vagina a few times before I added, "Well, I tried, but her hymen stopped me."

"Ughh..." She ground her hips against my face. "I don't think she's gonna have that cherry much longer!"

I flicked my tongue up her clit, and her thighs quaked against my cheeks. "She did ask..." I flicked over her clit again, and she shook in response. "...if I think..." I licked the length of her clit, and she shivered and moaned. "...that we'll ever have sex." I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it into my mouth.

"What did you say?!?"

I sucked her clit hard before answering, "I told her that I want to have sex with her."

"Oh god Daddy!" She lifted her ass off the bed. Her whole body was shaking. "Fuck your little girlfriend! Fuck your slutty little virgin girlfriend!" She settled her ass on the bed again, coming down from orgasm. She lifted her head to look at me. "Please, Daddy? Please fuck me now. You can have my little cherry. I'll be your virgin princess slut tonight."

Alice lifted her hips as I entered her, pushing them towards me in counter thrust as I pushed into her. The result was that I slid effortlessly into her well-lubricated fuckhole. She arched her back, lifting herself up onto the top of her head, and cried out. I grabbed her hips, holding them up, and we ground our bodies together in the intimate dance, the dance of Daddy and his princess.

Daddy groaned, when after ten minutes of raw copulation he was ready to complete the act. Princess knew he was ready; she understood such things.

"Oh Daddy," she whispered, her cheeks bright red, her face shaking but her eyes locked unmoving with her Daddy's, "please cum in me. Make me your dirty little princess."

I strove in deep, my ballsack slamming against her ass, held myself there, and unleashed a torrent of sperm. The look on Alice's face, I'll never forget. A great big happy smile.

We lay together after, her arm across my chest, her little breasts against my skin. "I got really turned on, when you said you told her that you wanted to fuck her," she sighed. "You have no idea how much I wanted to hear that, when I was ten."

"I can't imagine not wanting you when you were ten."

"I wish I knew you then. We could have had sex every night. I would have wanted you so badly."

"I would have wanted you even more."

She gave a grin. "So when do you think you'll have sex with your little girlfriend?"

"I don't know. Maybe never? Just seeing the way she smiled when I told her I wanted her, that was more than enough for me."

"She's so sweet! Of course you're gonna have sex."

"I don't know, she's so small. I think I'd hurt her."

Alice sat up on an elbow, looking at me. "Daddy..." she said, very sternly. "Sex hurts sometimes for girls. That's what it's like for us. You think it didn't hurt when you fucked me in the ass? It did! But that didn't stop you!"

"Yeah, but..."

"But what? But I'm not your 'precious little china doll girlfriend?' I'm just a slut for your amusement?"

"Alice, that's not--"

"Trust me, she's not gonna mind if you hurt her. The last thing a girl wants is for a man to treat her like a delicate little doll. She wants you to treat her like a woman, like you treat me--like you treated me when you wanted ass sex, and you figured I was slutty enough to let you do it. And like you treat her mom, when you fuck her from behind like you own her. Anything less than that, and your little china doll girlfriend is gonna think you don't really want her. That you want me and her mom more than her."

"Okay..."

"And don't wait. I know you're trying to be gentlemanly, but that's not what she wants. She doesn't want a gentleman, she wants to know that she makes you a sex-crazed maniac who can't control himself when you're around her." She took a big deep breath and her eyes twinkled. "I used to dream, when I was ten, that a man would like me so much that it made him crazy and he couldn't stop himself. That's what I wanted. Hell, that's still what I want, and that's what she wants, too."

"Jesus, that's hot."

She smiled, and settled her head back down onto my chest. "You're hot, Daddy," she sighed, and closed her eyes.

Chapter Ten: Girlfriends II

"Alice and I talked again this morning!" Rachel said excitedly as we lay down next to each other on her bed before our guitar lesson the next afternoon.

"Yeah?"

"She's so nice!"

"She is!"

"I think she really likes you, too. She talks about you a lot."

"Really?"

"Yeah... I think she wants to be your girlfriend."

"Hmm..." I wasn't sure how I should respond to that. Was Rachel jealous of me and Alice? It didn't seem like she was, but maybe? I figured that my best course of action was to make sure that she understood that I wanted her to be my girlfriend, not Alice. "That's sweet," I said, "but--"

"I feel bad," Rachel continued, unabated, "'cause, I mean, she's really nice and... and sexy and everything. If you want her to be your girlfriend, that's okay."

I tried to look a little hurt when she said that, and I guess it worked, partly because I kind of was. I stammered out some lame response like, "But I like having you as my girlfriend!," but she quickly answered, "Oh! I didn't mean that you and I should break up! I mean, like, maybe you could have two girlfriends? Guys can have two girlfriends, right?"

"I guess..." An interesting turn in the conversation!

"She's just so nice, I would really like it if you were her boyfriend. I'm okay, sharing you with her, 'cause she likes you so much."

"You're so sweet, Rachel."

The girl was beaming.

"You have the prettiest smile, Rachel." I decided it was time to heap on the flattery.

"I do?"

"Yes. I love your smile."

"You do?"

"I love everything about you."

"Everything?"

"I love the way you sing and play guitar. I love how sweet you are, and how smart you are."

"You think I'm smart?"

"I love... I love how sexy you are. I love the way you give me head."

"Head?"

"Yeah, when you--"

"Ohhh... I know what you mean. Your--" She pointed down. "It has a head!"

"Yeah, that's what it's called, the--"

"And you like it? You like it when I 'give you head?' I don't think I'm very good at it."

"You are, sweetie. You are."

"But Alice is better at it, right?"

"That's not true! She just has more experience."

Rachel nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe I should ask her for advice? About how to do it better? She gave Mom advice, right? She showed her what to do."

"Yeah, she did. If you want to, I'm sure she'd be happy to help."

"The only thing is, she doesn't know about us. I didn't tell her that you're my boyfriend."

"You didn't?"

"No, I didn't want to make her jealous."

"I can tell her, if you want."

"Okay! But only after you ask her to be your girlfriend. That way she won't be jealous."

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"Promise!"

"You're the best boyfriend ever!"

"You're the best girlfriend ever!"

Rachel beamed again. "Wait, though..." she said. "Isn't Alice the best girlfriend ever, too?"

"Okay, you're both the best girlfriends ever."

Rachel beamed some more. "We are!"

"Okay, let's play some guitar, silly one." I picked up my guitar.

"'Silly one?'" she objected, picking up her guitar, too.

"Yes. You're very silly. Now‐‐" I strummed a D chord. "Substitute."

I played the opening riff, and Alice's clear sweet voice rang out, "I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth..." and she joined me on the riff.

That night, Alice and Emily were set on getting John hard again.

"I just sucked him a lot, really hard, while Brian fucked me from behind," Alice strategized with Emily. "So I think if you just suck him a whole lot, really enthusiastically, it might work!"

Emily was willing to give it a shot, and I of course was happy to do my part. All four of us were going at it, John on his back on the bed, Emily crouched between his legs with his limp cock in her mouth and her ass up in the air, me behind her, holding tight and fucking her like a buck in heat. Alice, of course, was sitting on Richter's face, grinding like a hussy into his tongue.

A couple minutes into the event, and Emily excitedly announced, "I think it's working!" She kept at her appointed task, sucking her husband like a whore, until eventually she slid forward, away from me, climbed onto him, and directed his half-erect cock into her now well-used cunt.

"Oh, god!" she moaned loudly, humping her husband's cock for the first time in... well, the first time ever, most likely, given the missionary-only sex of their youth. Alice, having orgasmed already two or three times on Richter's tongue, climbed off, and the two of us watched as Emily, red-face and smiling like a girl who had just discovered the joy of sex, legs quivering and breasts shaking, came on her husband's cock for the first time in her life.

Alice was pretty damned proud of herself when we gathered up our clothes and left the two lovebirds to their post coital kissing, both of us naked as we walked down the hall to my room. "I can't believe it worked! That's so awesome, can you imagine? What a trip! Poor Mrs. Richter hasn't 'known' her husband in ten years!"

"Yep, that's pretty cool."

"And man, Mrs. Richter came so hard on Mr. Richter's cock! And so did I, on his magic tongue! He really knows what to do with his tongue!" We turned into my bedroom. "But poor Daddy, you didn't have a cum, did you? You wanna cum on my face tonight? I know I'm not your little girlfriend, but still, you might like it." She got down on her knees in front of me.

"Speaking of my little girlfriend," I said, starting to jack in front of her face, "she seems to really like you."

Alice looked up at me. "She's so sweet!" She leaned down and gave my cockhead a little lick.

"She thinks you 'like' me."

"Sho's wight!" Alice said, lips around my head now.

"She wants to ask you for advice about giving head, but she's worried that you'll be jealous."

She took her mouth off of my cock and looked up at me. "Jealous?"

"Yeah, because you 'like' me, but she's my girlfriend." I returned to masturbating in front of her face.

"Oh my god she's so adorable!"

"She made me promise to ask you to be my girlfriend, too, so you won't be jealous."

"So she's okay with you having two girlfriends?"

"She seems to like the idea..." I panted, "...at least if you're my other girlfriend."

"God, she's so cute!. You're very lucky, Daddy, to have such a cute little girlfriend!"

"I am!" I could feel my orgasm about to start. "So how about it?"

"How about what?" Alice asked with a teasing smile.

"Will you... Ugggh... be my girlfriend? My other girlfriend? Uhhhh!"

"Yes, Daddy!" she shouted as my orgasm commenced. "I'll be your other little girlfriend!" And with those words, I exploded, a huge surge of cum splatting against Alice's beautiful cheek and across her mouth. She closed her eyes and gave an open-mouth smile as I finished dumping my load onto her.

She sat back, not bothering to clean my cum off of her face. "Daddy cums so much!"

"Because my little girlfriend turns me on so much!"

"Both your little girlfriends turn you on, don't we?"

"Yes!"

"I bet you'd like to cum on both of us at the same time!"

"That would be a dream come true!"

Alice giggled, finally wiping some of the cum off of her face and licking her fingers. "I'll see what I can do!"

Em and I were having coffee and English muffins the next morning in the kitchen, when Alice and Rachel waltzed in to join us. Emily was all smiles the whole time, which wasn't all that surprising. A bit more surprising was how smiley both of the girls were.

Eventually, Emily finished off her breakfast and left me and the girls alone, at which point Alice gave Rachel a little wink. This sent the young girl into giggling frenzy, and Alice excused herself as well, and it was only me and my "little girlfriend" (well, one of them) alone at the kitchen table.

"Alice and I were talking in my room, before we came down here," Rachel said, quiet but excited, the second we were alone.

"Really?"

"You asked her to be your girlfriend!!!"

"Yep! She said 'yes.'"

"I know! She's really happy about it! And so am I!"

"Me, too."

"She said... She said you ejaculated on her face, just like you do to me! She said you asked her about being your girlfriend, and she said 'yes,' and you were so excited that... that right away, you ejaculated all over her!!"

I raised my eyebrows. The girls are exchanging intimate details! "I'm not sure that's exactly how it happened, but okay..."

Rachel giggled. "She's probably exaggerating, but that just means she liked it! She said she did. But she says she likes it even more when she makes you cum with her mouth, and she wants to teach me how!"

"Nice!"

"She says she could show me, if I want. Like, you know, show me with you."

"That seems like a good idea," I said, trying to act as cool as possible about the prospect of getting a dual blow job from my two little girlfriends.

"You think so?" From the tone of her voice, she seemed skeptical.

"It seems like maybe you don't?"

Rachel sat quiet for a moment. "It's just, I really like Alice. I don't want her to think I'm a little kid who doesn't know anything."

"She won't think that," I tried to reassure her.

"It's different with you," she said, ignoring my attempt at reassurance. "You're my boyfriend, and we've know each other a long time." I couldn't help but smile at that. I suppose a month and a half is a "long time" for a ten year old.

"Alice isn't going to be judgmental at all," I said. "She just wants to help."

"I know..."

"And she's not as experienced as you think. She told me she only had sex the first time a year ago."

"Really?" Rachel squinted her eyes in surprise. "You said she has sex with all the guys."

"She likes sex, but that doesn't mean she's all that experienced."

"So you think it'll be okay, if she shows me what to do?"

"I think so. I could ask her to join us for 'guitar lessons' today." Rachel giggled at my air quotes when I said "guitar lessons."

"Okay," still sounding uncertain but at least willing to try.

Chapter Eleven: Sweet Music

Alice squealed with excitement. "Oh my god! I can't wait!!"

"I'm looking forward to it myself," I said, a vision of calm.

"I bet you are!" Alice bubbled. "I bet Daddy's anxious to give his little girlfriend her 'guitar lesson' today!"

"Okay..." I said, looking stern at her. "Look, like I told you, Rachel is a bit nervous about this. We should try to play it cool."

"I'll be cool, Daddy," Alice said, "I'll play it cool, I promise." But she was still giggling.

Alice was quite cool, actually, when we went into Rachel's room an hour or two later. "So, are you guys gonna play some guitar?" she asked, sweetly directing her excitement to something innocuous.

"Um..." a visibly nervous Rachel stammered in response.

"Come on! Brian says you really like Dylan. Play me a Dylan song!"

Rachel looked up at me, and when I nodded reassuringly, she picked up her guitar. "Do you like Dylan, too?" she asked Alice.

"Yeah! He's the best!"

"Cool!" Rachel said, with the first smile she'd given us since we'd come into her room.

I picked up my guitar, too, and we played a couple songs--Masters of War, Maggie's Farm.

"You're good!" Alice said, between songs, and "You're really good!" again when we were done.

"You really think so?" Rachel asked, beaming now. I was impressed with Alice once again. She understood that she needed to do, to put Rachel at ease.

"Oh, yeah! I wish I could play!"

"Brian will teach you!" Rachel said, looking from Alice to me. "Right, Brian?"

"What about you?" I asked the girl, suddenly realizing that Alice had given us the perfect opportunity to help Rachel feel like she wasn't just a "little girl."

"Me???"

"Hell, yes! You should show her some chords!" I reached my guitar out to Alice.

Rachel had learned a hell of a lot these last few weeks, and I could tell that she was proud to have the opportunity to show off her skills to Alice. The two of them had a lot of fun for the next few mintues, Alice fumbling around, both girls giggling. It really isn't possible that there could have been anything that would have made Rachel feel more comfortable about having Alice with us that afternoon.

Eventually, Alice set my guitar down and snuggled up against me and kissed me on the cheek. "You've done a great job, giving Rachel guitar lessons!" No air quotes this time. "She's so good! What a good teacher you are!"

"He really is!" Rachel agreed.

Alice slipped a hand down my chest, to my belly. "We should give him a reward!" she said, smiling over at the young girl.

Now, instead of being nervous, Rachel had a great big smile. "We should!"

Man, Alice was good. Somehow she'd managed to get Rachel excited about this! I found that my admiration for the teenager increased exponentially every day. Daddy, it would seem, had a serious crush on his princess.

She moved her hand down to my crotch and started undoing my jeans. "Come on," she said to Rachel, "help me get his pants off!"

And shortly I was laying on the bed, naked from the waist down, my two little girlfriends up on their knees on either side of me.

Alice grinned over me at Rachel. "Let's examine his cock!"

"Like playing 'doctor!'" Rachel squealed.

Alice laughed. "I remember that game! I always loved it. I love looking at dicks!"

"I've never played it," Rachel confessed. "But I really love looking at Brian's dick!" She seemed to relish the opportunity to use the word "dick."

Alice leaned over me and lifted my erect shaft. "It's a fine specimen, isn't it? So big!"

"'Specimen,'" Rachel giggled. 'We're scientists!" She leaned over me, too, looking right at my "dick." "I can't believe how big it is."

"It's really thick," Alice said with an air of authority. "I don't like skinny cocks."

"Me neither!" Rachel agreed.

"But thick cocks are harder to suck, don't you think?"

Rachel nodded, as if she was actually an expert in the matter.

"This part--" Alice made a "peace sign" with her fingers and ran the inside of the fingers along either side of my cockhead. "--is particularly thick."

"It's called the head," Rachel proclaimed authoritatively. "That's why it's called 'giving head.'" She grinned proudly at her demonstration for her new friend of how much she knew about sex.

"Yep! The head of this specimen is particularly thick," Alice the Scientist grinned, "which means you have to open your mouth really wide when you suck it. Like--" She opened her mouth wide, leaned down, and engulfed the entirety of my head, giving a suck before pulling off.

"Yeah," Rachel said, her eyes glimmering at the sight of her new friend sucking her boyfriend's cock. "He always tells me to open wider."

Alice laughed. "Get used to it! All guys say that, all the time."

Rachel giggled. "It's hard, because my mouth is kinda small."

"Yeah, but that's good. Guys like putting their cocks in small holes." She looked up at me. "Don't you, Brian?"

All I could do was just laugh, and nod in agreement.

"Now," she said, returning to her specimen and her scientist mode, "this part of the head is called the crown." She ran a finger along the ridge of my glans.

"The crown!" Rachel giggled. "He has a royal penis!"

Alice giggled, too. "Don't tell him that, it'll go to his 'head!'" Both girls laughed, and her finger followed the ridge to the underside. "This part, right here, is the most sensitive part." She gently ran her finger along the skin just below where the two sides of my crown joined together. "From the hole--" She lifted the tip of finger to my hole, "‐‐down," sliding the finger down.

I let out a breathy moan, and my cock lurched at the touch, and I could see Rachel's eyes go wide.

"See? It's so sensitive! If you want to really turn a guy on, lick him right there!"

Rachel nodded, fascinated.

"Give it a try," Alice told her.

"Okay!" Rachel leaned over, and her beautiful little pink tongue came out of her mouth, and she set the tip right on my hole and slid it down underneath my head. I moaned louder, and I felt a little foamy bead of precum forming at my hole.

"Ooh, he likes that!" Alice said. "Do it again!"

This time, when Rachel put her tongue on my hole, she licked the precum off.

"Nice!" Alice said. "Look at him, he's really turned on!" Both girls looked up at me, giggling.

"This," the first scientist said, pointing a bit lower, "is from when he was circumcised. You know what that means?"

Rachel nodded uncertainly.

"Guys have a flap of skin called the 'foreskin,' that covers the head. Sometimes, when they're babies, the doctor cuts off the skin."

"Why?"

"I don't really know. It's a religious thing I guess. But it's good--it's easier to suck a cock that's been circumcised."

"Why?"

"'Cause the head's just right here, out in the open! You don't have to do anything to suck it."

"Nice!"

"Now, let's look at his testicles."

Rachel giggled, and Alice lifted my shaft to better expose my ballsack.

"Brian's are really big, aren't they?" Rachel said, staring at them.

"Yes," the other scientist said. "Huge!" Still holding up my shaft, Alice reached her other hand down and lifted my balls. "And heavy."

"That's because he has a lot of sperm!" Rachel giggled. "He always cums so much!"

"He does! Did you know that the scrotum‐‐you know what the scrotum is?"

Rachel nodded. "The sack that his balls--his 'testicles'" the little science student corrected herself--"are in."

"Right, the sack. Did you know that it's the same thing as your pussy lips?"

Rachel looked confused. "Huh?"

"Yeah. When you're a baby inside your mom, when you're a fetus, if you're a girl baby, you get ovaries. But for a boy baby, the things that become ovaries move down and become his balls--his testicles."

"Really?!?"

"Yeah! And when the testicles move down, they end up in the pussy lips. They kinda move inside them. That's why there's this funny seam right down the middle." She ran a finger down the seam in my scrotum. "That's where the lips join together to make a sack."

"Oh, wow!" her science partner intoned with the excitement of new discovery.

"And that's why guys like it when you play with their balls," Alice authoritatively informed the girl. "It's just like when we play with our pussy lips!"

"Oh! And that's why Brian likes to have his balls kissed! Just like how I like it when..." she paused, momentarily embarrassed at the confession she was making. But she bravely plowed ahead. "...when he kisses my pussy."

Alice gleamed. "Yep! It's exactly like that! In fact, did you know that the whole penis is the same thing as your clitty?"

"It is?" Rachel said, with rapt attention.

"Yeah! In girl fetuses, it becomes a clit, and in boy fetuses, it becomes a dick!"

"Cool!" Rachel's eyes glimmered wih this new-found understanding.

"So think about what you do when you play with your clitty, and then you can try to do the same kind of things to Brian's dick. It'll probably make him feel really good!"

"Okay!"

"Now let's talk about how to make a guy cum," our resident sex educator said.

"Yes! Let's!" her student agreed, unabashedly enthusiastic now.

"When a guy has sex with you, he moves his cock in and out of your pussy, right?"

Rachel nodded, obviously enthralled.

"And after doing that for a while, it gets really stimulated, and he cums."

"Right," the little sex science student said authoritatively. "The same thing happens when he uses his hands."

"Exactly!" the teacher responded. "That's how guys masturbate. The hand goes up and down, like it's a pussy." Alice wrapped her fingers around my shaft. "A girl can do that to a guy, too," she said, demonstrating her point by sliding her hand up and down.

"Yeah," Rachel said with her adorable sense of authority. "That's exactly what he does, before he cums."

"Your turn," Alice said, letting go of my shaft. Rachel reached out with both hands, and her cool little fingers wrapped around my cock, and she started jacking me.

"Good! He likes it!" The girls looked up at me and giggled. "But, what's one thing about a pussy that's different from a hand?"

Rachel looked thoughtful for a moment while she stroked me. "The pussy's tighter?"

"Not necessarily. And you can always make your hand tighter."

In response, Rachel squeezed my cock. "True."

"What happens to your pussy when you get excited?"

Rachel was thoughtful again. "It gets slippery?"

"Right! Your pussy is wet!"

"Ohhh!" Rachel said with a big excited grin. "That's why guys like blow jobs! Because your mouth is wet!"

"Exactly!" Alice was all smiles at how well her student was doing with her studies. "When you give a guy a blow job, your mouth is like a pussy."

Rachel's eyes glimmered with delight. "That's so sexy!" She looked up at me. "My mouth is like my pussy!!!"

I just nodded, too enthralled by all of this to respond.

Alice was grinning huge. "So when you give head, you want to use your mouth just like it's your pussy. Slide it up and down, and use your hand, too, slide it up and down, just like you're fucking him with your pussy."

Rachel was gleaming with delight. "Okay!"

"Give it a try!"

"Okay!"

Rachel leaned down, opened wide, and took my head into her mouth. She wrapped both hands around my shaft, and started sliding her lips and her hands up and down.

"Oooh," I moaned, rolling my head back in pleasure.

"I think it's easier to just use one hand," Alice instructed. "And then you can play with his balls with the other one."

Rachel immediately dropped one hand down to pet my nutsack. "Uuugghh!" I moaned again.

"He really likes it!" Alice said, grinning up at me in triumph. I groaned some more in response.

Alice, with a little approving smile, watched the girl for a while, just observing. Then she reached a hand out and put it on Rachel's head and gently stroked her hair. "You're really good at this, Rachel," she said. "You're a natural! And... And, you're really beautiful, and sexy."

I got the feeling that Alice wanted to say all the things to Rachel that she wished her first guy would have said to her. Taking the hint, I reached down and stroked the young girl's hair as well.

"You are..." I said with breathy excitement, "You're really, really good. It feels so wonderful, I'm so lucky. You're so sexy!"

Alice looked up at me with a great big smile. She knew I understood. Then she looked back down at her little friend. "It's kinda hard to make a guy cum," she said. "It can take a long time." Rachel nodded her understanding, my dick still in her mouth. "When a guy fucks your pussy," Alice expanded on her point, "sometimes it takes ten or fifteen minutes before he finishes."

Rachel pulled off for a moment. "Really?" she said, surprised. "Ten or fifteen minutes?" She went right back to bobbing on my cock.

"Yeah, sometimes. And the longer it takes, the better it feels for him, when he cums. Like, it builds up pressure, and the longer it takes, the more pressure it builds up. Right, Brian?" She looked up at me, but didn't wait for a response. Which is good, because I was pretty much non-vocal by now. Maybe I could have grunted a reply. "That's when he just explodes. All that pressure makes him cum so hard!"

"Wuw," Rachel said excitedly, her words muffled around my head.

"So," the sex instructor continued, "it's good that it takes a long time when you give head. It feels better for him. And it's more fun for you, too, because he cums more!"

Rachel indicated her understanding by nodding around my cock.

"Sometimes, though, you want it to be done quicker, and that's okay, too. Or maybe he wants you to be done quicker, like, if you only have a couple minutes before his wife gets home."

Rachel pulled off momentarily. "His wife?" she said, confused.

"Well, yeah," Alice answered, "if you're giving a married guy a blow job."

"You give married guys blow jobs?"

"Sometimes, yeah. I mean, I have. It's no big deal, but some guys don't want their wives to find out."

Rachel gave my head a quick suck before continuing the conversation. "Right, like how we probably don't want my parents to find out that I give Brian blow jobs."

"Exaxtly. So, like, maybe you know your parents are coming home, so you want to get it done quick." Rachel nodded, looking up at Alice and sucking again. "When you get better at it," Alice continued, "you figure out how to do it quick. And that's good, because even if you're not in a hurry, sometimes your jaw starts getting sore."

Rachel looked at Alice and nodded, in full agreement on that point.

"You can take breaks, when your jaw gets sore," Alice instructed.

Rachel pulled off again. "Okay."

"When you're taking a break, you can lick him all over. Get him really slippery, and then use your hand!"

"Then your hand's wet like a pussy!"

"Exactly! And you can kiss his balls, too, when you need a break."

"Oh, perfect! Brian loves that!"

"Do you ever lick them?"

Rachel lifted my shaft to present my balls and leaned down. Her little pink tongue came out and she dragged it along my scrotum.

"Get them all wet. Guys love it when their balls get all wet with your spit." Rachel licked and licked. "And you can suck them. One boyfriend I had used to call me is 'little ballsucker.'" Alice giggled at the thought.

Rachel looked up at me, my cock right in front of her face. "Do you want me to be your little ballsucker, Brian?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yeah!"

The young girl opened her mouth wide, and planted it right on my scrotum. She pulled off a moment later. "I think his balls are too big to fit in my mouth."

Alice smiled sweetly at her. "Try just one."

Rachel went back down, this time wrapping her lips around one of my testicles.

"There you go!" Alice said excitedly. Rachel sucked the ball for a moment, then moved to the other, then backed off. "I'm a ballsucker!" she said to Alice, and they both started giggling.

Then Rachel went back down and sucked my balls some more, and Alice petted her hair and said all sorts of sweet things to her again. "You are so good at this, Rachel! You're so sexy and beautiful and talented. You're perfect, Rachel."

And I did my part, joining in the compliments. "You're a wonderful lover, Rachel. I'm the luckiest man on Earth to have a girlfriend as wonderful as you."

Rachel pulled off momentarily. "And Alice, too," the little sweetheart said. "You're lucky to have a girlfriend as wonderful as Alice, too."

"Oh, yes, totally!" I said. "You're wonderful, too, Alice!"

Alice grinned at me. "And another thing," she said to the girl, who was busy at the balls again, "if you need a break, it's good to have another girl with you. That's why I love giving a blow job with another girl, 'cause she can take a turn when you need a break."

Rachel sat back and looked at Alice with a big smile on her beautiful face. "Like us!"

"Yes!"

"Do you want a turn?" the young girl asked Alice.

"Yes!" Alice answered.

And so on that glorious afternoon, there in the old maid's quarters in the Hillcroft Manor, I lay on the bed feeling like the king of the world while the two sweetest, most beautiful girls I've ever known took turns giving me a blow job, Alice constantly giving Rachel encouragement and telling her how beautiful and sexy she was, and me taking her cue and doing the same, and then Rachel giving the same encouragement to Alice. "You're so sexy, Alice," she said as she watched the other girl at work. "You're so beautiful!" Damn, that was the cutest thing, the little ten year old giving encouragement to the teenager!

The two of them worked it for ten minutes, sometimes solo, sometimes one sucking while the other jacked, sometimes one working with both hand and mouth while the other kissed my balls, or came up and kissed my lips. At one point, Alice pulled her shirt off and offered me a nipple to suck. Now, that was heavenly, equally as heavenly as when Rachel did the same during her next break, offering a tender little nipple to my hungry mouth.

This was the most fantastic blow job I could ever imagine.

Eventually Alice decided it was time to get me off, and she know how to bring that about. But she definitely wanted to make sure that it happened in Rachel's mouth. She gave the girl some advice: "When he cums, it'll seem like a lot, but just let him fill your mouth with it, it'll be okay. And you should swallow it after."

"Okay."

Then Rachel sucked while Alice stroked. By now, the two of them had found a nice rhythm, and Alice knew what she was doing, and it was only another minute before my balls boiled, my cock stiffened in the ten year old's mouth, and I exploded. The first shot erupted out of me with such force that it fired directly down Rachel's throat, and she gagged and sputtered, pulling away involuntarily just as the second shot fired, coating her face while she coughed.

When I'd finished, she turned to look at Alice, although "look" isn't quite the right word, because her eyes were squinting shut tight. "It went down my throat!" she said. "I couldn't--"

I was just lying back, panting. "Oh fuck," I moaned.

"That happens sometimes!" Alice said. "But you made him cum! With your mouth!"

The girl wiped her eyes off with the back of her knuckles. "I did!" she said, smiling big.

Alice reached out and wiped some cum off of Rachel's cheek, then sucked it off her fingers. "I love the taste of cum," she said.

Rachel smacked her lips thoughtfully. "It tastes... weird."

"You get used to it," Alice said. "Here--" She wiped some more cum from her cheek. "--try some more." She stuck her fingers in Rachel's mouth.

Rachel sucked the cum off of her friend's fingers, then swallowed it. "It's okay," she said.

"Well, you did great, Rachel! Look at him!" Both girls looked over at me. "He's so satisfied he can't even talk!"

I smiled up at the giggling girls. "It was fantastic. The best blow job ever!"

Rachel beamed as she lay down next to me and snuggled against my chest. I kissed the top of her head. "The two best girlfriends ever." Both of them laughed.

After a bit, i suggested that Rachel should show Alice some more guitar chords.

"Okay," she said, sitting up and picking up her guitar. Still shirtless, she starting laying down the bass notes of a twelve bar blues pattern. "Play something, Alice! Just noodle!"

Alice laughed, and picked up my guitar, and the two of them played, both topless and absolutely adorable, while I got dressed.

Chapter Twelve: Teachers

"So..." Alice said that night, when we lay naked together post-coitus, "you know those two guys that showed up a few days ago? With the van?"

She was laying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, affording me a wonderful view of her diminutive naked breast hanging down.

"Yeah," I answered, staring. "What're their names? 'Captain America' and--"

"He was in Vietnam, I think," she said. "The other guy is 'Superman.' I think he just did too many drugs."

"Seems about right."

"Anyway," she continued, "Starfire says they're leaving for California tomorrow."

"Really?" My heart sunk, at the prospect that Alice might be gone in just a few hours.

"Yeah. She says that they said we can hitch a ride." She paused, looking at me.

"Are you gonna?" was all I could muster. I wanted to shout, "Don't go!," but it seemed a little selfish to make her stay, just for me.

"Do you think I should?" she asked, looking right in my eyes. Before I was able to come up with some sort of answer, she continued talking. "College starts in two weeks, but Starfire says 'Fuck college!'"

"Hmm..." was my lame reply.

"But my mom would be really disappointed in me if I don't go to college, you know?"

"Yeah..."

"What do you think?" she asked me.

"I want to spend ever second of the next two weeks with you, Alice," I answered.

"Oh, Daddy!" she said, sliding up and laying her head on my chest.

"But I know this is what you guys wanted to do when you got here, and I don't want to hold you back..."

"All I want is to have fun. And it's really fun here."

"Good."

"So you want me to stay?"

"I do! But only if you want to."

"I do! Starfire says I'm a total square for wanting to stay and go to college. She's going to go with them, even without me."

"She is? She might want to be careful. We don't really know those guys."

"They seem cool. And she's a big girl."

"True. Hey, I have an idea."

"What?"

"When it's time for you to go back to school, Rachel and I should drive you there."

"Really?!? That would be so awesome!" And she kissed me on the cheek.

The next morning, I joined Emily Richter for our usual breakfast--a cup of coffee in the kitchen. She didn't seem to be quite as chipper this morning, which I interpreted to mean she was tried from a night of her newfound fun with her husband.

"How did it go with John last night?" I asked her, teasingly. "Alice and I figured we'd leave you two lovebirds alone, so you could enjoy each other."

"Oh. Well..." she said, pausing before continuing, "I don't think he likes that very much."

"Really? I said. "It seemed like he liked it a lot."

"Let's just say, I think he likes it when Alice does it, you know? What was it she said? 'You really like fucking teenage pussy,'" Emily sarcastically mimicked Alice's words from a couple days ago, "'don't you, mister Richter?'"

"I'm really sorry to hear that, Em," I said. "But don't be mad at Alice, it's not her fault."

"Don't get me wrong, I really like Alice. I know she was just trying to help us out. It's just, young girls have no idea what they do to men, you know?"

I nodded, knowing even better than Emily could imagine.

"I mean, she's already stolen your heart. It'd be nice if she didn't steal John's, too."

I felt a little guilty about that. "Alice will be leaving for school in a couple weeks," I said, lamely, "and then--"

"Oh, I'm just being selfish," she interrupted me. "You deserve to be happy. You deserve to fall in love with someone--someone who's not already married. You should get married yourself, you know. Have some kids. You'll make a great father."

"I'm not sure marriage and family is my bag..." I said.

She gave me an understanding smile. "Marriage is a lot of work. Like, the 'going back to school' thing--that's actually why I'm in such a bad mood right now. John told me last night that he wants to go back to Berkeley and finish his PhD."

"Really?" I said, genuinely surprised. "That's... I think that's a good idea. His talents are clearly being wasted making drugs for a bunch of smelly hippies."

"Yeah, sure. But I'm just starting to feel settled here, for the first time in years." Emily looked very unhappy. "Shit, I just applied for a job at the library in town."

"You did? I didn't know--"

"They had a sign up, so I figured, what the hell, why not? They interviewed me on the spot. I think they're going to hire me."

"Emily, that's awesome!"

"But I'm more worried about Rachel. We enrolled her in the local elementary school, you know. Met with her teacher and everything. What am I supposed to do now, tell her 'Whoops! Just kidding! You're not going to Jefferson, we're leaving town and we don't have anywhere to live and fuck if I know what school you'll be going to, or when?' That's just not fair to her. She's finally happy here, feeling settled. She deserves some continuity in her life, for fuck's sake."

"Emily," I said, leaning forward and looking at her with heavy sincerity, "you and Rachel can stay here. You know you can. I consider this your home. John can go and get his PhD and come back--"

Her eyes were shining. She looked like she might be happy for the first time in the entire conversation. "Brian, you are the sweetest guy."

"I'm totally serious. This is your home."

"I told John, I told him that he should look for a program here. Syracuse maybe, or Buffalo, or even Columbia or NYU. I told him I didn't want to make Rachel go all the way back to California. But he's hell-bent on Berkeley. He's already talked with his advisor, who totally wants him back. So... so can we really stay here? That's actually what John suggested."

"Of course you can."

"It's not a divorce," sounding more like she was trying to convince herself, than me. "We're not getting divorced."

"No, of course not."

"I still love him, and he loves me. Or so he says. It'll just be a year, maybe, or two, and he'll come back here for Christmas and whenever. And when he gets his degree, then we'll figure out what to do from there."

"That sounds good, Emily. It sounds like a plan."

"One other thing... Rachel doesn't know about this yet."

"Got it. I won't mention it."

She reached across the table and took my hand. "Thank you so much, Brian, for everything you do. This really means the world to me."

I heard two guitars in Alice's room, playing what sounded vaguely like "All Along the Watchtower," while I pitched in with kitchen-cleaning after a hippy-commune lunch that day. Feeding thirty people is a challenge. And it makes a mess.

But by the time I finally got upstairs, one guitar was lying, now silent, on Rachel's bed, and the other guitar was being held in what might be best described as a tight hug by a certain adorable ten year old girl, whose big blue eyes were looking up at me. I knew this pose of hers, and this look, well enough by now. It meant she was nervous about something.

Suspecting that her parents might have already told her about their plans and that she wanted to talk about it, and maybe even give me some bad news--like that she'd rather go to Berkeley with her dad than to stay here--I decided that I needed to give her an opening to bring it up. So I sat down next to her on the bed and, as casually as I could, I ventured, "Your mom told me that you met your teacher, at Jefferson."

"Yeah," Rachel answered. "She seems nice."

That struck me as a somewhat ambiguous reply. So I doubled down. "Are you excited about going back to school?"

Now she gave me a little smile. "Yeah, I think it'll be fun." Well, that at least alleviated my biggest concern--she apparently wasn't going to tell me that she was dumping me to go to Berkeley with her dad. I even suspected that it meant that she didn't know anything yet about their plans, and when she added, "I hope she's a good teacher," I felt even more strongly that my initial explanation for her nervousness was wrong.

"I'm sure she is," I said.

Rachel smiled again through her nervousness. "She won't be as good as you, though."

"Me?" I said, confused about what she meant.

"Yeah, you. The guitar, right? You're teaching me--"

"Oh!" I felt a little dumb that I hadn't understood what she meant. "As to that, I just have a really good student who practices a lot."

Now she gave me a genuine dimple-cheeked smile. "I keep telling Alice that she needs to practice more."

"See? You're not just a good student, you're a good teacher, too!"

Now, a genuine laugh. "I guess Alice isn't as good of a student!"

"I guess not! I'll make sure she knows that she can borrow my guitar whenever she wants."

"She knows!" A giggle now. "She says she has you wrapped around her little finger!"

"Does she really say that?" I laughed as Rachel nodded. "She's crazy. If anything, she's wrapped around my finger!"

Rachel giggled some more. "I don't think so! She says it's easy to get guys wrapped around your finger. She says I already got you around mine, too." She held up her pinkie finger, grinning.

"Maybe so," I said. I reached out and hooked her pinkie in mine.

"Well, if I do," she said, our pinkies still hooked, "it's all because of her. She might not be a good guitar student, but she's a really good teacher, about some stuff at least."

"I agree." I moved my hand so that all of our fingers were interlocked. "Yesterday was... really fun."

She grinned, dimpled cheeks blushing. "I could tell you liked it!" Her face took on a more serious affect. "This morning, I asked her if she would teach me about having sex, too."

"Oh?"

"She said that she'd answer any questions I have, but that you should be my teacher."

Damn, I really like Alice. What a good answer. "I'd really like that," I said. Alice might have thought that my answer wasn't enthusiastic enough, but she'd approve. "I'll answer any questions you have, too."

She gave a coy smile, looking down but with her eyes up and on me. "They're mostly the kind of questions that only a girl could answer."

"Like what?"

"Like, I asked her if it hurts, the first time. I've heard it hurts."

"What'd she say?"

"She says it hurts a little, but it's no big deal. And she says she doesn't mind if it hurts, because it means that you're having fun."

"Wow," was all I could say, being stunned to near silence by that answer.

"Then I asked her if she thought you would fit, because... because yours is so big, and mine is so little." I nodded. The thought had definitely occurred to me. "But she said that vaginas can stretch a lot, so that even a cock that's lots bigger can fit. She said that it feels really good, to be stretched open. It's her favorite thing about sex. And she said it'll feel really good for you, too. That guys really like stretching open a little pussy like mine."

"Yeah..."

"What do you think?" she asked. "Do you think it'll fit?"

"I think we could try. And if it hurts, we could just stop."

"I don't care if it hurts. I want to be brave, like Alice was, her first time."

"If you promise to be brave, I promise I'll be gentle. I'll try not to hurt you."

She looked up at me with those big baby blue puppy-dog eyes. "Okay. I promise."

"Rachel," I said softly, unlocking our fingers that we'd held together through the entire conversation, then gently prying away thew guitar which she still clung to like it was a shield protecting her from what was about to come. I set the guitar aside, slipped an arm around her, and leaned into her and kissed her. "I... I..." I stammered. "Rachel, I think I'm in love with you." I finally blurted out what I knew had been true for weeks.

She nodded, a hint of a little smile on her bright red face. "I'm in love with you, too, Brian."

I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a kiss. "If you want to wait--"

"I don't wanna wait."

"If you want me to stop--"

"I don't want you to stop. I don't ever want you to stop."

"But just tell me, okay? If you want me to stop, or slow down, or--"

She give me the sweetest smile ever. "What if I want to tell you to hurry up?"

I laughed, and Rachel giggled. I was glad for her little joke; until then, the tension between us was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. "That's not something I hear from most girls!" I said, laughing some more. "Most girls tell me to slow down!"

Rachel grinned. "What about Alice? Does she tell you to slow down?"

"No, I don't remember her ever saying that."

"That's because Alice isn't like most girls."

"No, she definitely isn't."

"I don't want to be like most girls, either. I want to be like Alice!"

I laughed. "Well then, let's see..." I said, making a playful, thoughtful face. "I think Alice likes it when I kiss her pussy, before we have sex."

"That sounds nice!"

I kissed Rachel again, gently pushing her down onto the bed while our tongues touched each other. Then I began a determined, methodical, and rapid descent--she did say she wanted me to hurry up, right??--kissing down her body while simultaneously removing articles of clothing from both her and me. First, her shirt was pulled over her head and my lips landed on a nipple, and the little ten year old hussy arched her back in excited response. Then down, my lips on her belly while my fingers fumbled at the buttons of both of our pants. Then pants down, panties and underwear down, both of us kicking them off of our feet, then man and girl naked, engorged cock thick and stiff as a tree trunk, thin coltish legs spreading, spreading, little Rachel opening for her man, giving him access to her pussy. Giving away her pussy.

Crouching between her legs now, I kissed, and licked, and kissed and licked, the little girl squirming and mewling as my tongue made love to her. I lapped at the tangy fresh flavor of her sex, I teased her shy clitty until she stood out erect and wanton, I licked again the tight skin of her hymen, and as I did, she lifted her hips, grinding her pussy into my face and offering her girlhood to me.

And now I knew it was time. I knew that she was ready. I rose up, gripping my cock with one hand, and moved on top of her. She looked up at me with those big beautiful blue eyes and a sweet little scared smile, her face shining bright, spreading her legs even wider to telegraph her absolute acceptance of what was to come. Holding myself above her with one arm, I directed my cock down until I felt my head against her little slit. He tingled with excitement at her warmth as I rubbed up and down, gently parting her lips.

My cock was screaming in my brain, "Let me in! Shove me in! Fuck the little slut right now!" But I was the very vision of restraint, not just for her comfort, but for my own enjoyment; I wanted this moment, the last few seconds of Rachel's virginity, and her openness and willingness to let me take it, to last forever.

Still sliding up and down along her lips, I pushed in deeper with each downward motion, then up, my head rubbing up her clit until the tip of her bulb and my hole met, and she shook and moaned, and then back down, pushing in. Finally I'd had enough of this foreplay, and gripping tightly to my shaft, I pushed into her vagina. She turned her head to the side, squinting her eyes shut tight. But her hymen didn't yield, not to my first concerted assault; I loosed my pressure, then redoubled. She let out a painful groan, but still the membrane held. For my third advance, I gripped my cock tightly and lifted myself from my knees, only my toes and hand holding me above her, all the rest of the weight of my large frame focused entirely on the tip of my cockhead pressing hard against the taut skin of her maidenhood. This is when I saw that she was crying, tears falling from her squinted-shut eyes. But she was silent now, stoically accepting of her fate, and finally, as I held myself hard against her stout little hymen, it gave up its defense. My super-stimulated head, on fire and tuned to every sensation, felt the flesh begin to rend, and I pushed in even harder as the little girl silently cried beneath me. The tip of my head pressed into the tear, and I knew I had won the battle, the membrane finally parting enough to allow my crown to pass through, and I was in.

Poor little Rachel was crying still, sobbing, and I pulled back, intending to stop. I didn't want to hurt her anymore. But as my cockhead retreated through the remains of her childhood, I couldn't leave. My cock was doing the thinking for us now, and he didn't care that the little girl was crying; he only wanted to go back in. And so I pushed in once more until my head passed through the torn flesh, holding myself there for a moment before reversing course again, pulling out until only the tip of my cock was inside her, then in again, and out, and in, not going any deeper, just fucking the entrance to her vagina, once guarded by her hymen but now stretching open in acceptance of me.

Finally I delved deeper, and deeper still, sliding the full length of my cock in and out of her tiny vagina. I lay down on her, and kissed away her tears, and told her that I loved her and that she was beautiful and wonderful and perfect (Alice would have been proud of me!), and she smiled up at me and said that she loved me, too. And we held each other in the tight embrace of lovers, kissing and petting, panting in rhythm together, in rhythm with each forward thrust of my hips, joining together as one between her legs. Her sex was flowing now and both of us were experiencing the excitement, the magic, the mutual pleasure, of our love.

My orgasm was almost an afterthought. I didn't even care; the whole experience was so thrilling, so beautiful, that cumming inside her was just a natural occurrence, my semen flowing out of me and bathing her immature womb as I slid in and out of her. And I didn't stop after I came; I just continued making slippery sloppy love to her as my cock softened until eventually I slipped out and rolled over to her side. And then we held each other and kissed and whispered our love.

An hour later, once we'd recovered our breath and our normal heart rate, we dressed and took our guitars down to the pond, and played and sang together while naked hippies danced. Eventually we set down our guitars and the hippies dispersed and we lay down together in the grass in the sunshine.

Chapter Thirteen: Girlfriends III

"There you are!" I heard Alice's voice from above me, waking me from sun-soaked sleep. "I've been looking all over for you!"

I sat up in my elbows, a bit stunned, not entirely aware of where I was, or why. The one thing that my sleep-addled brain knew--was it just a dream?--was that I had very recently had sex. Wonderful, soul-satisfying sex.

Alice had a big smile on her face, grinning down, though not looking at me, but at the person next to me. "Well?!?"

I turned and saw Rachel sitting up next to me, her hands wrapped around her knees. She didn't say anything in reply, but only beamed, and blushed.

"Oh my god!" Alice cried with excitement. "You did it!"

Rachel blushed harder, and nodded in assent, and suddenly the events of that afternoon came back to me in a rush, like a hot flash. As I looked at the blushing young girl, I knew it wasn't a dream. I knew that Rachel and I had made love for the first time that afternoon.

Alice sat down next to Rachel, hugging her. "How was it? Tell me everything!"

"It was good!" Rachel answered.

"Did it hurt that much?"

"No," Rachel said. "Only a little."

Remembering everything fully now, Rachel's reply made me smile. I read once that women regularly underreport how much pain they feel during childbirth, perhaps because some hormonal interaction interferes with their memory of the worst of the pain. And I couldn't help but wonder if the same mechanism was at work in a girl's memory of her first sexual experience; certainly, "only a little" was hardly an accurate description of the pain Rachel must have felt when I took her cherry. And yet, that seemed to be her memory of the event.

"I knew it!" Alice giggled. "You were so scared, but I told you, it's no big deal!"

"You were right! He was very gentle." Rachel smiled at me.

"He always is! I have to practically beg him to do it harder!"

Rachel giggled. "Yeah! He said to tell him if I wanted him to slow down, and I was like, 'What if I want you to hurry up?!?'"

This sent both girls into fits of laughter.

Alice and Rachel spent the rest of the day together, swimming, playing frisbee, practicing guitar. It was exciting to see how, for the first time, Rachel seemed to have "come out of her shell." Once again, I was amazed by Alice, and the effect that she was able to have on Rachel, and on the entire Richter family.

And I wasn't the only one who noticed. As I stood admiring the two new friends chasing each other in the meadow, Emily came up beside me. "They seem to be getting along together really well," she said.

"They do," I agreed.

"It's too bad that Alice has to leave for school soon. Rachel's never really had a friend, not one that she's close to like this."

"I'm sure they'll keep in touch," I assured her.

"I told John what you said, that we can stay here when he leaves. He's grateful for it. He thinks the world of you."

"He isn't mad? I'm worried that he thinks I'm splitting up his family, making moves on his wife..."

She laughed. "That's one of the good things about your love affair with Alice. Any sense that I was your primary objective has sort of dissipated."

I looked at her and smiled. "I still consider you a 'primary objective.'"

She laughed again. "Oh, come on, you're just stringing me along until Alice leaves. I'm your 'pussy on retainer.'"

"Huhhgg!" I chortled in retort. "Not true at all!"

She laughed and patted me on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I understand. She's a little hottie."

"So are you!"

She had a big smile now. "Okay, Casanova. Down, boy. The funny thing is," she pivoted back to a previous topic, "John seems to understand now that if anybody's 'splitting up our family,' it's him. He was really apologetic for the way he behaved last night. He's taking me out to dinner tonight, to make it up to me!"

"Sweet!"

"Yes! He's still planning to go back to Berkeley, but it doesn't seem so bad now. It doesn't seem so final."

"That's good to hear."

"I really love him, and I'm glad he's my husband, and I don't want to lose him."

"You two are perfect for each other."

"I better run get ready for dinner. I haven't dressed up in ages!"

"Okay!"

"But, Brian, we still haven't mentioned the whole Berkeley thing to Rachel yet. I was going to today, but she's just having so much fun with Alice that I didn't want to interrupt them."

"Sure," I said. "Not a word from me."

"Thank you!" Emily gave my hand a squeeze. "You're the greatest guy! If I wasn't married..." She stopped herself mid-sentence, smiled at me, and reset. "Rachel doesn't really need a babysitter or anything like that, but if you and Alice could just keep an eye on her tonight..."

I grinned. "I think Alice will do that without anyone asking."

She smiled back. "True! Okay, gotta run!" She gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Have fun at dinner!" I called after her as she left.

It proved to be a good thing indeed, that the parents Richter were gone for the evening. I'm not sure what Emily would have thought, if she'd seen the girls down at the pond for a sunset swim after dinner, Alice buck naked, Rachel in only her panties, then both of them laughing as they ran into the house with towels immodestly covering their privates, and straight up the stairs to my bedroom. When I joined them a few minutes later, Alice was drying her hair with her towel, still naked; Rachel, at least, had her towel wrapped around her body.

"Why didn't you come swimming with us, Daddy?" Alice asked with a little pout.

"Someone had to do the dishes," I answered.

"Oh! A househusband!" She grinned over at Rachel. "So sexy!" Lots of giggles.

Alice tossed her towel on the floor, then lay back on the bed, her arms up over her head. She spread her legs, then looked at Rachel. "What am I supposed to say if I want him to hurry up?"

Rachel giggled some more. "Tell him to hurry up!"

Alice turned back to look at me. "Daddy," I've been so horny, ever since Rachel told me that you guys had sex. And now that her parents are gone out on a 'date,' we were thinking... Oh Daddy hurry up! Please? I'm so horny!"

A little concerned that this situation miggt be making Rachel uncomfortable, I looked over at the youngster. "Rachel," I said, "are you okay if‐‐"

"Hurry up!" she excitedly hollered before I could finish, barely able to say the words as she burst into a gale of laughter, accompanied by Alice. Rachel collapsed onto the bed, and Alice rolled to her side next to the girl, and they giggled and giggled. As they rolled and giggled together, Rachel's towel slipped away, and she was naked save for the little pair of panties that she wore when they were swimming.

Alice looked at me out of the corner of her eyes. "Oh! It looks like Daddy's getting horny, too, watching us! Maybe I better spread my legs for him again?"

Rachel, eyes shining, nodded her agreement. As Alice rolled back onto her back and spread her legs in a most inviting manner, I gave into the inevitable and dropped my pants.

Rachel eyes fell, as they always do, to my cock. "Oh! It does look like he's horny!" More giggles, of course. "But he's always horny!" Even more giggles. I felt like I was interrupting a schoolgirl slumber party. But I soldiered on, what can a man do? I climbed onto the bed, just as Alice reached down and spread her lips to welcome me.

With Rachel now lying next to Alice, her towel tossed aside to reveal her lithe little body, she watched with intent interest as I mounted her friend. Soon I was pumping my hips, my cock sliding full length in and out of Alice's nicely-primed pussy, the teenager grinding her hips in time with mine. She reached a hand out to Rachel, and Rachel took her hand, and they locked fingers.

"This cock was inside you today," Alice said breathlessly. "And now it's inside me!"

"I know!" Rachel said, smiling wide-eyed as she watched us copulate.

"That... really turns me on," Alice added.

"Me too!"

Alice slid her torso slightly to the side, so that her head was closer to Rachel. "Rachel..." she panted, "...would you... will you... kiss me? While Daddy fucks me?"

Rachel nodded, blushing. And then the sweet little girl leaned over and gave her friend a kiss. It was brief, only a second or two, but when the little one pulled her face away, Alice opened her mouth and looked imploring at Rachel, begging her wordlessly to kiss her again.

And Rachel did, leaning in again and kissing Alice, this time open-mouthed, tongues touching, a long, sensuous, love-making kiss between two friends. Between two girlfriends. As they kissed, Alice lifted a hand and stroked one of Rachel's nipples, and Rachel did the same to Alice.

This was all more than a poor guy like me could take, and I let out the tell-tale grunt of my pending release. Only then did my little girlfriends break their kiss.

"Daddy's gonna cum," Alice said softly, swirling fingers over Rachel's nipple.

Rachel nodded, turned and looked at me.

"Cum inside me, Daddy!" Alice smiled, looking up at me.

"Yeah!" Rachel echoed. "Cum inside her!"

"Oh fuck!" I shouted, as I slammed into the teenager and unleashed my torrent.

When I'd finished, I rolled off of Alice, and she turned to her friend. "That was sooooo sexy!"

"Totally!"

"I've never kissed a girl before," Alice said. "Not like that."

"Me neither!"

"I think he liked it," Alice said, not looking away from Rachel. "I think it turned him on."

"I think so!"

"It turned me on, too," Alice confessed.

"Me, too," Rachel answered, blushing.

Then Alice sat up, and leaned over the ten year old girl, and kissed her again.

Rachel was still asleep in my bed the next morning, having never returned to her own room. This concerned me; it would be very bad, especially at this point, if the Richters were to suspect that there was something going on between Rachel and me. But my concern was easily, if only momentarily, set aside, as Alice, sweet naked little Alice, turned onto her side away from me and nuzzled her soft ass cheeks against my rapidly stiffening cock. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands caressing her diminutive breasts, while I kissed the nape of her neck. She reached down between her legs and found my already-stiff cock. Lifting a leg, she guided me into her teenage lovehole.

As the bed begin to rock to our sex, Rachel opened her eyes and smiled. Alice reached down and cupped her fingers over my balls, petting them.

"He has such nice balls," she whispered to Rachel.

"I know!" The sleepy little girl, laying next to Alice, turned onto her side to watch. "I love them!"

Alice's fingers moved up, to where my slippery shaft slid in and out of her. She looked down. "You can see," she said. "You can watch him moving inside me."

"Yeah!" Rachel said, staring right at my cock, right at Alice's pussy, right at the point of our lovemaking. "That's so cool!"

"Are you still sore?" Rachel asked her. "Or--"

"I'm okay," Rachel answered.

"Then..." Alice panted, "...we should switch places! I'd love to watch you--"

"Okay!" the ten year old said.

I certainly wasn't going to object to this plan. After a few more pumps of my hips, Alice and I disengaged, and she climbed around her friend as Rachel flipped over to her other side, sliding her backside against me and, mimicking what Alice had done a few minutes earlier, she lifted her leg. Alice reached down and helped my excited cock to find his new mark. And a moment later, Rachel tensed, wincing as I pushed my swollen cockhead into the tiny opening of her vagina.

"There!" Alice said with a sense of thrill as my cock slid deeper into the young girl.

"Yeah!" Rachel answered, her voice strained, but excited nevertheless.

I began gently pumping my hips, sliding my cock into the young girl's vice-like vagina. "Oh god that's so sexy," Alice said reverentially as she stared at my cock, gradually venturing deeper into Rachel with each forward push of my hips. She reached a hand between her legs and started masturbating as she watched. With her other hand, she began to fondle one of Rachel's nipples, rolling the little stiffening nub between her thumb and finger.

Rachel's breath quickened with excitement at Alice's touch, and she looked at her friend with a serious, glassy-eyed gaze. "Do you want to... kiss... again?" the preteen asked the teenager.

Alice's only answer was to slide forward on the bed and lock her lips with Rachel's.

In response to the kiss, Rachel's pussy suddenly gushed, and I was instantly able to delve into her entirely, my cockhead bumping into the very end of her immature vagina. The sweet girl groaned into Alice's mouth, though whether from pleasure or pain--or, perhaps, both--I cannot say, but regardless, the lubrication that her new wetness provided allowed me to redouble my efforts, and I began to fuck the poor thing hard, stretching her vagina open to accommodate my thick cock, hammering my head into the soft mucus-flesh at the end of her vigina.

Rachel was still kissing Alice when Alice brought herself to orgasm with her hand, their lips together, their mouths open, her whole body shaking with pleasure. And I came then, too, slamming into the ten year old, holding myself there in her very depths until my orgasm completed and I drained myself in a glorious, heavens-parting-open blast of cum injected directly into her womb. I pulled back, rammed in again, and unloaded another shot, then continued fucking her until I was spent. Even then, I didn't leave; I left myself impaled inside her.

Alice was red-faced, panting, auburn hair matted with sweat around her face. "He doesn't want to leave," she said quietly to her friend, looking down at where the two of us were still joined together. "He likes it too much in there!"

Rachel giggled, which caused an interesting squirmy wet quaking around my cock. "I like it in there, too!" She shook her hips a little in emphasis; more squirmy wetness.

"I know, isn't it great? Isn't it great when he cums?"

"It's amazing!" little Rachel thoroughly agreed.

"It's great when you cum, too, Alice," I said, finally letting my flaccid dick slip from Rachel's quivering quim.

"It is!" the younger girl thoroughly agreed again.

Free to move, now that she and I were no long joined between her legs, Rachel leaned into Alice, kissing her again. And then, to my amazement, she lifted a leg and wrapped it over her friend's leg, and she began to hump, sliding her sloppy pussy up and down, leaving a sticky shiny trail of cum, her cum and my cum, on the soft skin of Alice's thigh.

And so it was that the third of our little trio came that morning, making love to her girlfriend while I watched, moaning softly and sweetly, her whole body shimmering with delight.

Chapter Fourteen: End of an Era

Two weeks later, on a chilly early autumn day, Rachel and I drove Alice back to Vermont.

The drive up was a blast, the girls playing all their favorite songs on the little portable cassette player that Rachel had brought, signing along so loud that the music was mostly completely drowned out--"They've all come, to look for America...!!!" "All along the watchtower...!!"

After three hours of this, they'd worn out their voices, and worn themselves out, too, and they settled down and snuggled up to each other as they sat next to me in the front seat. They looked like angels to me, and I began to feel the hole in my heart that would soon be all too real, when we'd dropped off Alice and she would no longer be a part of Rachel's life, nor of mine.

She insisted, when we got to her house, that we come inside to meet her mother. Mrs. Durrant was a fine looking woman, I must say. Around my age, with echos of her daughter's small frame and auburn hair. One could see a glimpse of what Alice might look like in twenty years, and it was a fine sight indeed. Alice introduced us as her "best friends," and effused to her mom about how I owned a hotel in the Catskills.

"Oh!" Mrs. Durrant exclaimed, "that must be a lot of work!" I got the impression that she might be flirting. And I can't say that I disliked that thought, although I tried not to reciprocate too obviously, for fear of tainting Alice's and my last day together.

After a cup of coffee, I sadly announced that Rachel and I had to go, since it was another five hours drive back to the Manor, and as it was we wouldn't get back before sundown. Mrs. Durrant said an affectionate goodbye, and Alice walked us out to the car. There were many kisses and hugs goodbye, plenty of tears from the girls and even a few from me, and even more promises to keep in touch, and to see each other again soon. The sort of promises that, in my experience, are usually not kept.

The drive back was a stark contrast to the one coming out. Rachel cried at first, sitting hard against the passenger-side door and looking out the window at the rain that had began to fall, making no response whatsoever to my attempt to comfort her with a hand on her knee. Once the tears eventually stopped, she went silent, then fell asleep.

It felt to me like the end of a wonderful chapter in my life: The "Hitchhiker" chapter.

But it was more than that, although I hadn't quite realized it yet. It was the end of an era. The entire story of the Hillcroft Manor hippy commune was coming to a close. Richter left for Berkeley a few days after Alice's departure, and with him, so went the purpose, even the very life-blood, of the commune. He was more than just the chemist (and besides, he left enough acid to trip an entire division of the Army for a year)--he was the spiritual leader, the guru, the shaman. And in his absence, the hippies began to dissipate, by ones and twos and threes, leaving behind the Manor for warmer winter climes. California dreamin'.

And so by the end of September, the long hairs were gone, and all the remained of the Summer of Love in the Catskills was me, Emily and Rachel, and the great big Hillcroft Manor.

With Em working at the library, and Rachel in school, I had a lot of time on my hands, and I decided to fix the place up with the goal of running it as a hotel again. A Grand Reopening in the spring seemed like a good idea. This kept me quite busy; hippies are difficult housemates even on their best behavior, and you could hardly claim any of them behaved particularly well. There was little by way of structural damage; an occasional attempt at redecorating with catastrophic results. Mostly, it was just painting. Lots and lots of paint required to cover up day-glo spray paint all over the whole house.

In the midst of this, on one sunny cold autumn morning in October, with both of the ladies off at their appointed tasks, I got a phone call.

"Brian?" the voice on the other end said. My heart leapt into my throat. This wasn't the first time that Alice had called, she'd kept her promise to keep in touch, at least a little bit. But this was different--she never called when Rachel wouldn't be home. She seemed to mostly call to talk to Rachel, not me. And more concerning still, her voice sounded strange. I knew, the instant I heard her say my name, that something was wrong.

"Hey, sweetie," I said. "What's up?"

The response on the other end of the line was a sob.

"Sweetheart," I said gently, "what's wrong?"

Alice gained her composure after a bit. "I'm... I'm at the doctor's. I'm... I'm pregnant." More sobbing, then, "I don't know what to do! I'm so scared!"

"Alice, baby, princess," I said softly, not really responding, just wanting to comfort her.

"Brian, I know..." she sobbed, losing what little composure she'd gained. "I know it's..."

"Baby, it's okay..." I answered. "Look..."

"I know I had sex with lots of guys," she said. "I even had sex with a couple guys here. But... But I always made them wear condoms. You're the only one that ever--"

"Sweetheart," I said, "I understand. I'm gonna come up there, okay? I'm gonna leave right now. We can talk when I get there, okay? Everything's going to be fine."

"You don't have to, Brian. I'll... I'll be okay. I'll figure it out. I just didn't know who to call. Maybe my mom--"

"No, baby, I'm coming up there. We're in this together."

"Really? You mean it?"

"Of course I do, Alice. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay."

I scribbled a quick note to Emily and Rachel--"I've gone to see Alice, she needs some help. I'll be back tomorrow. Love you!"--and I left for the five hour drive to Alice's school.

I had a lot of time to think along the way, winding through the mountain roads, and eventually I began to see things clearly. Very, very clearly.

Alice met me at a bar near campus that afternoon, and she literally burst into tears when she walked through the door. "What am I going to do?" she sobbed as I held her in a tight embrace. "I guess... I guess I can give it up for adoption?" she answered herself, though with a question, as we sat down. She wiped the tears from her eyes. "Maybe I can go home and... Oh god my mom is going to be so pissed at me!"

"Alice..." I said.

"Don't worry, she won't be mad at you. I won't tell her it was you."

I slid from my chair, down onto one knee next to the table. "Alice Durrant, will you marry me?" I said.

Her eyes just went wide.

"I know it's crazy," I said. "I know it's... 'square.' But, just think about it for a second, okay?" I was begging now. "I'm totally in love with you. I've missed you so bad since you left, both me and Rachel miss you so bad..."

Feeling embarrassed and chagrined, with Alice just sitting there wide-eyed and everyone in the damned bar staring at me, staring at the crazy old fart on his knee proposing to a girl more than half his age, a girl who was barely more than a child, I knew I'd eventually have to stand up. I hadn't planned for this in my very, very clear thinking an hour ago.

"Just think about it, okay?" I said, as I slumped back into my chair, flushing hot. "You don't have to decide now. You can finish out the semester here, and then come to the Manor to have the baby, and transfer to a school down there. We don't have to get married, that's just silly," I was babbling now."But I can take care of the baby while you're in school, and Em and Rachel too, and..."

Suddenly I noticed that Alice was crying. Tears were just flowing freely down her cheeks. "I don't need to think about it, Brian," she said.

"You don't? But..." My only thought was that she was just going to reject me as quickly as she could.

Through the tears, a little smile formed, and she slid a diminutive hand across the table and set it on top of mine. "I've missed you so much," she said, her voice cracking. "I told you I had sex with a couple guys here, just, just, I was just trying to forget about you. But it didn't work. It just made me miss you more."

"So," I said, hardly able to hope, "yes?"

"Yes!" Alice was still crying, but her face was lit in an enormous, shining-eyed smile. "I don't want to finish the semester here. I want to go home with you right now. Let's just go, right now!"

"What about your stuff?"

"I can pack really quick. I don't really have much."

"It's late already, and I already rented a hotel room. How about we go out for a nice dinner? To celebrate? And then we pack up your stuff and leave in the morning."

"I just want to leave now!" she said. "I'm just, I miss you guys so much! But I suppose you're right."

"Of course I am," I said with a grin.

She gave me something of a glare in response. "I'm staying at the hotel with you tonight, though!" she declared.

"Of course!"

"I should probably call my mom, too. I should tell her what's going on."

"Yeah, I suppose you should. We can go check into to the hotel now, and you call her, and then we'll go to dinner."

The man working the front desk at the hotel raised his eyebrows suspiciously when Alice signed in as my wife. I'm more than twice her age as it is, but she looked like she's thirteen, and to make matters more suspicious, she had no luggage, not even a backpack, and the fact that she giggled at his look didn't help matters much.

In our hotel room, Alice sat down on the bed and lifted the phone off of the receiver. She took a deep, nervous breath, smiled warily at me, and then dialed her mom's number.

"Hi, Mom, it's Alice," she said, pausing for a moment as the phone squawked her mom's greeting. "I have some really exciting news! I'm getting married!"

The squawking increased dramatically.

"Yeah, you met him," Alice answered. "It's Brian, remember? The guy who gave me a ride home from New York a couple weeks ago?" The indeterminate squawking increased even further. "Mom, no, listen..." The squawking did not stop, and I was able to make out a couple of the words that her mother was saying on the other end of the line: "...too old for you..." "...my little daughter..."

"Mom!" she said loudly, forcefully. "I'm pregnant!"

That brought the squawking to a sudden end. The silence was more dramatic than the hollering before.

Eventually, her mother must have started talking about, although in a much calmer voice, because Alice gave me an eye-roll before saying into the phone, "I know, Mom, but I already decided. He asked me today, and I said yes, and I'm not gonna change my mind." She gave me another eye-roll, then lowered the receiver. "She wants to talk to you now," she said.

I gave her an exaggerated nervous look, pretending to chew my nails. She giggled as I took the phone from her.

"Hello, Mrs. Durrant, " I said into the phone.

"So... you got my baby girl pregnant." This was followed by a heavy sigh.

"Um..."

Another heavy sigh, and then Alice's mother continued, "You don't have to marry her. I can take care of her. You don't need to be involved at all."

"I understand, Mrs. Durrant, but I'll treat her well, I promise. She's still going to go to school, school is very important to me. I'll take care of her, I promise."

"You seem like a nice man, Brian, but..."

"Thank you, Mrs. Durrant."

The next sound was more like a snort than a sigh. "I guess you should call me Susan, if I'm going to be your 'mother-in-law.'"

"Right. Susan."

"I really don't think Alice should get married. I think she's too young to get married. But it sounds like she's already made up her mind."

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well, I guess you have my blessing then. What choice do I have?"

"Thank you, Mrs.-- Thank you, Susan."

"Can I say goodbye to my daughter now?"

I handed the phone to Alice. "Hi Mom... I love you, too! We're gonna go out for dinner tonight, to celebrate, so I gotta go. Goodnight!" She hung up the phone, then looked at me. "Well, that went better than I thought."

"Really? She seemed unhappy to me."

"She thinks you're too old for me."

"I suppose she's right about that."

"No she's not," Alice sat back on the bed with her arms crossed and a pouting lip. "You're perfect for me!"

"You're perfect for me, too! Now, should we go to dinner?"

"Yes!"

"I'm pretty sure I know when it happened," Alice told me, after she'd slurped a few spaghetti noodles into her mouth.

"When what happened?"

She gave me an exasperated look. "When I got pregnant! Duh!"

"Oh, yeah." I put a bite of salmon in my mouth.

"Yes, Daddy. What do you think I would be talking about?"

"Mgghmgmuh," I mumbled exaggeratedly through my food, which caused Alice to giggle.

"It was the first time that Rachel was with us, the night that her parents were out. You remember?"

"Yes, I remember that day quite well."

Alice grinned. "That's 'cause you took her cherry that afternoon."

"Oh, did I? Was it that day?" I said, which made the girl giggle some more. "So why do you think it was then?"

"I don't know, I just... It's hard to know, really, because you came in me a lot, all summer..."

I nodded sheepishly.

"But that time felt different."

"Different? How?"

"I don't know, just... Well, it was very spiritual, with Rachel there with us."

"You sound like Richter," i said, with a hint of tease.

"Daddy! I'm serious. It was more than just sex. It was... It was love. But anyway, that's not actually why I think it was that night, really. It was the next day that felt different. Like things were changing inside me. Is that silly?"

"No, not at all. People are usually really in tune with changes to their body."

"I thought it was just because I was so happy," she continued, "and, you know, in love and stuff. But now I think it's because I got pregnant that night. And that's right around when the doctor said he thinks it happened. Mid August."

"It sounds likely," I said.

"Do you think I should tell Rachel that it happened that night?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't you?"

"I'm just worried."

"About what?" I asked her.

"That she's not gonna be happy about all this."

"Really?" I was surprised that Alice was worried about that. "Of course she'll be happy!"

Alice looked at me for a second, a fork with spaghetti twirled around it suspended in the air. "Daddy," she said, with a slight shake of her head, "sometimes I'm amazed at how little you understand about girls."

"Huh?"

"You're her boyfriend. She's not gonna be happy that you're getting married."

"That's..." I paused. "I hadn't thought of that."

"Of course you didn't. Guys take girls for granted."

I felt a little stung by that comment. "I do not," I said with matter-of-fact defensiveness.

I think Alice realized that she'd offended me a little. "I don't mean it that way," she quickly said. "I just mean, sex is different for guys. It doesn't mean the same thing to you."

"But you don't care if guys are married. You didn't care that John's married."

Alice paused, like she was thinking of a particular response, but then chose otherwise. "Mr. Richter's not my boyfriend. That's the difference, see?" I suppose I seemed confused, because she gave me a look. "All I'm saying is, things have changed. So don't take her for granted, okay?"

I nodded, my mouth full of mashed potatoes.

"And also, don't you think Rachel's gotten used to having you all to herself? I've been gone for almost two months."

"No, I don't think that at all. I promise I'm won't take her for granted, and I can kind of get where you're coming from with that, but I think you're overreacting. Rachel misses you like crazy. She says so all the time."

"Maybe I'm overreacting a little bit," Alice conceded.

"I think so. I mean, you have a good point about the boyfriend thing. I'll make sure to play it cool with her."

"Yeah, I'm still right, even if I'm kinda overreacting."

"You're definitely right, too."

Alice gave a sweet smile, like, our first argument as a "married couple" had ended with a nice compromise! But then the smile turned mischievous, and she leaned forward and said in a quieter tone, "Did you guys have lots of sex while I was gone?"

I shrugged my shoulders noncommittally.

"I thought about you two all the time. Even when I was having sex with those other guys, I was thinking about you and Rachel."

"We thought about you constantly, too."

She smiled. "Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"About you and Rachel, about what you've done while I've been gone."

"Rachel's in school, and I've been painting the Manor..."

"Daddy!!! Not that. I mean..." she leaned forward again. "I mean sex!"

I looked around, to make sure that the waiter wasn't nearby. "Well, she gets home from school before Emily gets home from work..."

"So you guys have sex before her mom gets home?" She gave an excited grin.

"Shh!" I admonished her, and she grinned bigger. I answered with a half-whisper. "We did at first, but there's not really enough time. We almost got caught once, so--"

"Ooo, exciting! Tell me what happened!"

"Well, we were in Rachel's room, and, well, you know..."

"Fucking!"

"Well, that might have been what we were doing, yes. We got dressed really quick, we were really scared, because we could hear Emily running up the stairs."

"Wow! Do you think she thought something was up?"

"No, it turned out she wasn't coming up to Rachel's room at all. She was just going to her room to change out of her work clothes. But we were sure scared! And then she stopped by Rachel's room to say 'hi' and we had to act all nonchalant, even though we'd just been having sex five minutes earlier."

Alice giggled. "I know the feeling! So since then, you guys don't get to have sex very much?"

"The library's open till nine a couple nights a week, and Emily usually works at least one of those shifts--"

"Then you have enough time!"

"Yes, we do."

"Nice! So, tell me Daddy, on the days you don't have enough time to fuck, does Rachel give you a blow job anyway?"

I smiled. "Sometimes."

"Has she figured out how to do it fast, so you don't get caught?"

I nodded, smiling some more. "She had a really good teacher. The best."

Alice grinned, proud. "Thank you, Daddy." Right then, the waiter interrupted our conversation to clear our dishes and give me the bill. Alice giggled when he looked meaningful at her, having overheard her call me "Daddy," so of course she repeated it for his amusement.

"So, Daddy..." she said, grinning conspiratorially at the waiter's reaction, "what do you think about having sex with a girl who's pregnant?"

Chapter Fifteen: Alice's Theory of Masochism

"Daddy?" Alice said, in the car on the way to the hotel.

"Yes, princess?"

"Since you put a baby in me, I have a special favor to ask."

"Anything, Alice. Anything at all."

"Will you fuck me in the ass tonight?"

Hitchhiker Alice, mother-to-be of my baby and my new future wife, was buck naked on the bed, on her elbows and knees, her bottom up in the air at the perfect fuck-my-ass height.

Luckily, there'd been a store open on the way back to the hotel, and I'd ran in and grabbed a jar of vaseline, and now I swiped a big dollop onto my finger, grabbed a beautiful pale ass cheek with my free hand, and pulled it to the side. Alice reached a hand around and did the same to the other cheek, so that her anus, a tiny pink fucktoy hole, spread open to accept her fate. I rubbed my lubricated finger over the tight muscle, messaging, slowly working in, until my finger entered the humid warmth. I circled my finger, now wedged inside to the second knuckle, stretching the tense hole open.

Alice gave a whimper as I slid a second finger in. "Relax, Alice," I said gently, when I felt her tighten her asshole against the added pressure. In response, she tightened even more.

"Relax," I said, more assertively. "Mggh mugggah," she answered, her face now buried in the pillows.

"What?" I said, my two fingers in her ass pressing against either side of the taut muscle.

She lifted her head momentarily. "Don't wanna."

"You do as Daddy says, princess."

Her face back in the pillows, her response was to tighten the muscle again.

I gripped her ass cheek tightly with my free hand, squeezing hard, then let go and raised my hand in the air, and brought it down with a hard slap. Alice grunted into the pillow. Two fingers in her ass, I held her in place and spanked her again.

By now, I was painfully hard and well passed ready. If she was going to be resistant, then so be it. I pulled my fingers out and stepped back, kicking off my pants, then returned, grabbing my cock with one hand and her ass cheek with the other, pulling it to the side. Alice reached back and did the same, and her pink asshole was there for me to take.

She moaned, when I pressed my slickened cockhead against her asshole, even though I hadn't yet entered her. Then I pushed my hips forward and had a perfect view of that tight little puckered muscle as it clamped shut, resisting my rude intrusion. She groaned and moved forward, instinctively resisting with her whole body, so I grabbed her hips, forcibly pulling her back into place.

"Let Daddy in," I hissed. Gripping tightly to her hips, holding her in place, I pushed in again.

But Alice didn't let me in. Her body tensed, and her anus tightened even more as my cockhead made its second attempt at entry. I watched with fascination as my head forced its way into the tiny hole--the reluctant muscle was strong, to be sure, but it was no match for the strength hands holding her hips in place, and for the weight of my body focusing on the tip of my cock, and little Alice whimpered, then sobbed, and I watched my cockhead disappear inside her.

"Oh god," she whispered, dropping down onto her chest and gripping the bedsheets. "Ohhhhh."

My head finally inside the gripping tightness of her anus, I paused, then pulled my hips back and watched as my crown emerged from inside her, then half my head, then all of it entirely. Once I was out, her asshole clamped closed, but the sight of its continued stubborn resistance inspired me, and I reversed course, pushing in again, slow, forceful, and deliberate. I heard the poor pregnant girl moan as I watched her anus once again stretch against her will to accommodate my thickness. My crown passed into her, I paused again, then pulled my hips back until I was completely free, then pushed in.

I continued this process, gradually stretching her while I forced her teenage ass-pussy to give me head, until eventually she had been strained and stretched enough by my persistence that her anus offered little by way of any further resistance, and I could slide freely.

This was the first time I'd ever felt an ass like this, broken, compliant, fully open. Though, to be honest, this was only the third time I'd ever had my dick in an ass, and twice it was Alice's. The first time was an abject failure, years earlier with a chick named Linda when I was in college. In those days, people didn't talk about anal sex. I'd heard of it, but it didn't register as something I even wanted to try. Linda was the instigator, it was apparently something she'd been wanting to try since she was a girl. But neither of us had any idea what we were doing, and it hurt her too much, and she made me stop. Things went much better with Alice, that first night that we had sex, although much of that success was probably attributable to the fact that she stoned out of her mind, and besides, she isn't exactly the sort to tell a guy to stop. But though her ass was fun to fuck, it didn't seem like it was going to get me off that night. I think Alice understood this better then me, when in the course of the event she asked me to finish in her pussy.

But not this time. This time, her asshole had given in. Given up. And it was fucking glorious. I slid into her as deep as I wanted, all the way to the root, balls ramming up against her pussy, and I fucked her ass just like I fuck her pussy when she begs for me to do it hard.

When I felt my orgasm beginning to boil, I lifted a hand from her hip, raised it in the air, and brought it down in a hard ringing slap on her ass cheek. I was so loud I was sure that the people in the next room over must have heard it, and likely heard her painful cry as well. I spanked her hard again, and again, and again, her pale ass cheek turning a bright, painful red, but I kept spanking her until I finally orgasmed, a whole fuckton of pent up stress from the day unleashing into her bowels in a torrent of cum.

It took a while for her to even move afterwards, once she'd collapsed onto the bed. I lay down next to her and put my arm around her and kissed the top of her head, and finally she turned to look at me, grimacing a little at the movement. I slid a hand down to a tit and gave a squeeze.

"I think your baby is already making my titties swell," she said, a little unexpected smile on her face.

"I think so too," I answered, gently kneading the tit.

She smiled wearily and cupped her hand over mine, and together we massaged the little future baby feeder. As we did, she asked me, "Do you know why I wanted you to fuck me in the ass tonight?"

"No," I answered. "I was kinda surprised you wanted that."

"I was doing some research at the library for class a couple weeks ago, and I was bored..." she began her explanation. She exhaled loudly as my fingers pulled at her nipple.

"I started reading an article in some psyche magazine," she went on, "about 'sado-masochism.' You know what that is?"

"Yeah..." My answer was a bit hesitant.

"I'm not saying I'm a masochist," she said, sensing my hesitation. "I thought maybe I was, but after reading this article, I'm pretty sure I'm not."

"That's good."

"And I know you're not a sadist, Daddy."

"No..." I wondered if Alice could tell how uncertain I was about her assertion. I sure seemed to like hurting Alice, ten minutes earlier. It sure as fuck seemed to turn me on, a whole hell of a lot.

"The article talked about how masochists sometimes feel bad feelings," she continued, unaware or intentionally ignoring my uncertainty. "They think bad things about themselves. And the sex... things like rough sex help them to 'work through' those feelings."

"Alice, do you... feel bad feelings?"

She nodded. "I feel kinda, I don't know, guilty? About being pregnant."

"Guilty?"

"Yeah. Like, you've been super sweet about the baby, and wanting to marry me and everything. But... that just makes me feel guilty. It's not your fault that I got pregnant. It's my stupid body, my stupid ovaries and uterus, and I could have... I should have made you wear a condom."

"Alice, that's not--"

"It's like I wanted you to get me pregnant," she interrupted me. "Like I tricked you into it."

"Alice, sweetheart, that's not true at all!"

"I know. I'm just saying, it's how I feel. And then there's Rachel."

"Rachel?" I was unclear how Rachel fit into this discussion.

"I feel really guilty about her, like I'm stealing her boyfriend."

"Sweetheart, that's not--"

"I know," she interrupted me again, this time dismissively. "The weird thing is, you being so nice about it made me feel even guiltier."

I looked at her, not putting forward any further protest, finally beginning to understand her point.

"So I thought about that article I read, and I thought, you know what would help? If you weren't nice to me. Not, like, for real, but, more like, play acting. That's what the article called it, 'play acting.'"

"That makes sense."

"It's like, if a person wants to hurt themselves, and they're thinking about that, and they have a person they trust--a person who loves them, who play acts hurting them--that helps. It makes them feel better about themselves."

"Wow, you've really thought this through!" I was genuinely impressed. I knew Alice was smart, and a brilliant little sex educator, but this... She was an intellectual! John Richter's equal!

She smiled at me, for the first time since the conversation had begun. I suppose she could tell how impressed I was.

"So, did it help?" I asked her.

She smiled some more. "You were very rough."

"Yeah..."

"I could tell--I mean, at least I could pretend--that you were really angry. That you wanted to hurt me, because you were mad at me, because of my stupid slutty body and my stupid pussy that makes you want to cum."

I wondered, as she spoke, how much of my roughness with her that night, the thrill of causing her pain, how much did this reflected that I actually was angry? But, I protested to myself, I not angry! I'm happy! Hell, I'm thrilled that Alice is carrying my baby and will be my wife. And yet, perhaps, the rough sex had served a purpose much like Alice was describing--an opportunity for me to act out some repressed feelings myself. Feelings of resentment, even anger. And as a result of acting them out, I have exposed them for my own contemplation, admitted to myself that they exist, and am now free to feel thrilled and excited again.

"And," Alice continued, "it felt really good. Like, it felt like..."

"Cathartic?" I said, understanding her full-well now.

"Yes! Exactly! When you... when you spanked me, and then you came inside my ass, it was just like everything was right again. You got your anger out, I'd let you show me your anger. Then, you could go back to being sweet again and I don't need to feel bad about it anymore."

"That makes perfect sense to me," I said.

Alice beamed. "Good! I'm glad it makes sense to you. I was afraid you'd just think I'm crazy."

"You're definitely not crazy. What you are, is amazingly smart."

"Thank you, Daddy. And... thank you!"

"For...?"

"For being rough, so I could pretend you were angry with me."

I laughed, not from guilt, even though I knew that her use of the word "pretend" wasn't quite entirely accurate, but from my own joy at the catharsis of the sex. "Did it hurt too much," I asked, "when I spanked you? I was spanking you pretty hard."

"I liked it so much, Daddy! Back at the Manor, I used to think about you spanking me. Or even more--whipping me with your belt, or hitting me--"

"Baby!"

"You can see why I thought I might be a masochist."

"Yes."

"Now I think I understand why I wanted you to hurt me back then."

"Did you feel guilty then, for some reason?"

She hesitated, then nodded. "I think I was feeling... I think I was falling in love with you. But I was being such a slut, having sex with Mr. Richter, and all the other guys..."

"I love how open you are to sex, Alice. I wouldn't want you to be any other way."

She nodded, with a serious expression. "I know you do. But I think maybe I was even thinking about the baby then. Like, I was already tricking you, letting you cum in me. And having sex with other guys, that was like me denying what I really wanted. I was being 'the whore of Hillcroft Manor' because I didn't want to admit what I really wanted, and when you spanked me just now, it really felt like... like you want to own me. Like I belong to you, and you were punishing me for tricking you, and for being the whore of Hillcroft Manor. You were punishing me for denying the truth, that I was in love with you the whole time."

"I dig it," I said.

"So Daddy, no more being a whore, I promise!"

"Oh! What about being Daddy's whore?"

Alice grinned. "Okay. I'll still be Daddy's little whore. But just yours, from now on."

I gave her breast another squeeze. "And Daddy's breedslut."

"Ooo, i like that. Are you gonna breed me again, after I have this baby?"

"Yes, I am."

"Okay! But for now, I think I should go clean up," she said. "I'm kinda messy."

Chapter Sixteen: Marriages

I had a lot of time to think, and now I had a plan. And when hit the road, somewhere around ten AM, I set my plan in motion.

"You know what I think, Alice?" I said to her over the car radio blaring "Magic Bus."

"No, what, Daddy?"

"I think we could find a courthouse in one of these little towns, and make it official."

"Official? Right now?"

"Yeah, unless--"

"Let's do!!!"

And so we stopped in a little town and found a jewelry store, Alice proudly proclaiming to the elderly woman behind the counter that "We're getting married! We need wedding rings!" I got a plain white band, and Alice the same but with a little diamond, and the kindly lady, pleasantly nonjudgmental of our dramatic age difference and the fact that Alice appeared to be thirteen, gave us directions to the courthouse. There we got our marriage license, and thirty minutes later we met the judge, who performed the ceremony in his office with a secretary and a bailiff as our witnesses. Burgers and fries at a malt shop down the street was our muted celebration.

When we got home to the Manor, Rachel came running out the door, shouting "Alice!" and gave her the tightest bear hug you could ever imagine such a thin young thing was capable of giving. Emily joined in the hug as well.

"Is everything okay?" Emily asked. "We've been worried sick!"

"Yes, everything's great!" Alice answered. "Look!" She held up her hand, fingers splayed, showing off her new ring, then grabbed my hand by the wrist and held it up, too. "We're married!!!"

"Oh my god!" Rachel practically screamed, hugging Alice again, then hugging me.

"Married?!?" Emily said, with the same level of surprise, but not quite so much enthusiasm.

"Yeah, I'm pregnant! That's why Brian came to see me, because I was really scared. But then he asked me--"

Rachel just squealed incomprehensibly and hugged Alice again.

"--to marry him!" Alice grunted as Rachel squeezed all the air from her lungs.

"Of course he did," Emily looked over at me, smiling a bit sardonically. "Well, congratulations, you two. Let's celebrate! I think we have some ice cream."

Rachel held tight to Alice's hand as we walked into the Manor.

Much later in the day, Em and I were having cocktails, watching the evening sun painting the sky in swaths of orange and pink. She was already a couple Shirley Temples into the conversation.

"Well, I did tell you that you should get married and have a family," she said, smiling at me over her drink.

"You did."

"I'm just kinda surprised that it wound up being Alice."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't mean from your perspective. You're obviously head-over-heels. But she seems like... she's more of a 'free spirit.'"

I could read between the lines of her comment. "You've never trusted her much, have you?"

Emily sighed. "You know I like her. I've never thought that she's intentionally manipulative, or anything like that. But she's so young... So naive. I'm sure she was freaked out by the pregnancy, and you sweep in like a knight in shining armor..."

"So, you think she's being manipulative."

She looked at me over the drink. "No. She's just looking out for Number One, and for the baby, too, and that's the right thing for her to do. I'm just not sure it's the right thing for you."

"It's definitely the right thing for me. Like you said, 'head-over-heels.'" She gave me a sideways look, so I continued, "We actually talked about this last night. She told me that she felt like she was being manipulative."

"Hmm," Emily said. "I suppose it's good to have it out in the open."

"She's very open."

"I'll say!" Emily chuckled into her Shirley Temple. "Speaking of, is Alice, what do they call it, 'bisexual?'"

That question seemed to come out of left field. "I guess? Like you say, she's a 'free spirit.'"

"Mmhmm," Emily said. "I've always wondered about Rachel. She's a bit of a 'tomboy,' don't you think?"

"I haven't really thought--"

"I saw them kissing today," she interrupted my lame attempt at a lie.

"Kissing?" I tried to feign surprise, doubling down on the lie.

"Down by the pond. I'm sorry if you didn't know. I figured--"

"I knew."

"'Course you did. Alice is 'very open.'"

"Right."

"Well, I guess I can give up on the idea of having grandchildren." She polished off her drink, and handed me the empty glass.

"Another?" I asked.

"Yes, please," she gave me a forced smile.

"I don't think you need to give up on grandchildren. Alice is pregnant, even though she and Rachel are..." Describing what they were was beyond my ability to form the words.

"I suppose you're right. Maybe she'll be 'bisexual,' too."

"Maybe."

When I got back from the kitchen with another Shirley Temple in hand, she had an interesting, dreamy look on her face. "I've always wondered what it'd be like," she said, closing her eyes, "to kiss a girl. To have sex with a girl." Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked right at me. "Do you think they have sex??"

"Alice and Rachel?"

"Yeah, who else?"

"I..." I stammered.

She squinted her eyes at me. "You've seen them, haven't you? Oh my god, you've seen them having sex!!!"

"Em..."

"I know Rachel slept with you and Alice, that night when John took me out to dinner. I peeked into her room to check on her when we got home, and she wasn't there."

I didn't say anything. My heart was racing, feeling like we'd been busted.

"I didn't think anything of it then, I figured you all just fell asleep in your room watching TV or something. But now..." She sat up, looking right in my eyes. "Did they have sex that night? When you were there??"

"Em..." I said again, even more weakly.

"Did you and Alice have sex? Did Rachel watch you?"

"I don't know, I mean, maybe..." I'm sure she could tell I was lying, and lying lamely at that.

She sat back and took a big swallow of her drink. "I guess it's no big deal. My parents had lots of sex and they didn't care if us kids saw. I just wonder if Rachel felt jealous or freaked out or something that you were having sex with her girlfriend."

"I don't think she's jealous. She knows about me and Alice."

"And you're not jealous? You don't mind that Alice has a girlfriend?"

"No, not really."

She raised her eyebrows at me. "I guess I still have some of my old fundamentalist upbringing in me. I don't think I could handle John having a boyfriend."

"John didn't seem to mind about you and me."

"That's different. We're... We're not gay. That's different, don't you think?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, you get Alice to yourself tonight at least. If Rachel hangs around too long, just tell her to scram. She might be Alice's girlfriend, but you're her husband."

I laughed, trying to look like I was playing along. "Oh, I don't mind."

"Of course you do! It's your wedding night!"

"True... but that was really last night. We had a lot of sex last night."

She nodded, opening her eyes a little wider. "Some women get really horny when they're pregnant," she said.

"Well, then," I answered, "I don't have anything to worry about."

Emily laughed. "I suppose not! Now, all this talking about kissing girls has got me kind of flustered. I think I might retire." She downed the rest of her Shirley Temple. "Have fun on your wedding night!"

"Okay," I said. G'night!"

She stood up, then leaned over and gave me a big wet half-drunken kiss. "It's been a while since you and I fucked. You could always leave the two lovebirds to themselves some nights, and join me in my room for a while. Unless now that you're married, you're gonna be a one woman man."

I stood, and wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her. "That sounds like fun. Alice won't mind."

"Good." She gave me one more parting kiss and went in the house.

I sat back and smiled, enjoying the gathering darkness on that nice old porch. I really was a lucky man. Somehow, Rachel's mom had figured out what was going on with me and the girls, but she didn't manage to put all the pieces together. Maybe she's in denial. Maybe she does suspect something, but didn't want to ask. Maybe she isn't particularly worried about it?

I finished my drink and headed up to my room; the girls were sitting on the bed, playing cards, Alice in a little white nightie, Rachel in a pair of jammies.

The moment that I walked in the door, Rachel gathered up the cards and stood.

"I should go to bed," she said.

"What?" I responded. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah--"

"I told her you'd want her to stay," Alice said, "but would she listen to me? Noooo!"

"Rachel, sweetie..." I looked imploringly at Alice, who immediately climbed off the bed as well.

"I hafta go to the bathroom," she said, with a meaningful look in my direction, and then darted out the door.

Once Alice had closed the door behind her, I looked imploring at Rachel. "Don't go yet," I said to the young girl. "I haven't really had a chance to talk with you since we got back. What do you think about all this?"

She sat back down on the bed and gave her usual sweet little smile. "I don't know..."

I sat down next to her. "You know that nothing's changed between you and me, or you and Alice. I mean, nothing has to change."

She looked up at me with those great big eyes. "I always though that maybe you and me would get married, when I was old enough."

That made my heart ache. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I always thought so, too. Or at least I hoped so."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I love you, totally and completely. But, I love Alice, too, and when she told me--"

"I understand," Rachel said, looking down at her hands on her lap.

"But nothing has to change. Nothing at all."

"That's what Alice says, too. She says she still wants to be my girlfriend."

I nodded, emphatically. "And I still want to be your boyfriend, too. I know it might seem awkward, but..."

She lifted those big eyes to look at me again. "It's okay," she said. "I understand. And I still want you to be my boyfriend."

"You do?"

"Yeah..."

Goddamn I was happy to hear her say that word. I scooted closer to her. "Rachel, would it be okay if I give you a kiss?"

She gave me her sweet smile. "I would like that."

We hugged, and kissed, and then I said, "Alice and I'd really like it if you slept with us tonight."

"I'd like that, too," she said. But then her big eyes looked at me imploringly. "But, what about my mom? Don't you think she'll know?"

"She already knows something's up. She knows that you and Alice are girlfriends."

"She does??"

"She asked me... she told me that she saw you two kissing today."

"She did??? Oh, yeah, Alice really wanted to kiss when we were down by the pond."

"Your mom thinks it's sweet, that you and Alice--"

"She does?"

"Yeah, but... she doesn't know about you and me. She knows that you used to sleep with us sometimes, but she thinks it's just because you and Alice are girlfriends."

"Oh! Okay. I don't think we should tell her about us, about you and me."

"No, not until you're older, I guess."

"Yeah, I'm sure she thinks I'm too young to have a boyfriend."

"And that I'm--"

"That you're too old to be my boyfriend."

"Right."

"Okay. We're a secret! When we're around my mom, we'll just pretend that only Alice is my girlfriend, and you and me are just friends."

"That's right! Now come on, stay here tonight. Stay with your girlfriend Alice!"

She grinned. "But not because you're my boyfriend, since we're 'just friends.'"

"That's right! I promise I'll be a total gentleman and I won't even touch you."

She gave a sideways smile. "What if I want you to touch me?"

"I could probably be convinced."

Now her beautiful face lit in a great big smile. "Okay!"

Alice came back into the room right then, and when she saw us sitting next to each other on the bed, smiling like a couple love-sick schoolkids, her face lit up. "Is everything okay then?" She plopped down on the bed next to Rachel.

"Yeah," Rachel answered, a bit timidly. "Brian says he still wants to be my boyfriend."

"If course he does!" Alice answered.

"So you don't mind?"

"Of course not!" Alice protested the very thought of it. "I wish he could marry both of us!"

"Oh, me too!" Rachel's timidity had quite suddenly evaporated, and she was grinning big. "I always thought that Brian and I would get married, when I got older." Then she quickly added, "I mean, after you left, I thought that. And before you got pregnant."

"You know," Alice said with a mischievous eye-twinkling smile, "we could still do that! We could all be married! Not 'officially,' 'cause the laws are dumb, but between us!"

"Yeah!" Rachel was practically hopping up and down on the bed. "We could be secret married!"

Alice's mischievous smile instantly became even more mischievous. "Secret married?"

"Right," Rachel said, settling down a bit. "We couldn't tell my mom or anyone, because..."

Alice jumped up off the bed before the girl could finish. "Let's get 'secret married,' all of us, right now!

"Yeah!" Rachel looked up at me. "Isn't that a good idea, Brian? We could all be 'secret married!'"

I laughed at the girls' unbridled enthusiasm, and their flight of fancy. Alice ran over to a bag she'd brought with her from school, rooted around in it for a moment, then emerged triumphantly, holding up two rings that she'd found.

"Stand up, Rachel!" she said.

Beautiful eyes dancing merrily, Rachel stood.

"With this ring," Alice announced, holding one of the rings up between her thumb and finger, "I thee wed." Rachel held out her hand, fingers splayed, and Alice slipped the ring onto her finger. "Your turn, Brian!" And she handed the other ring to me.

Caught up entirely in the magic of the moment, I held up the ring. "Rachel, with this ring, I thee wed." And I slipped it on her finger, too.

"And now," Alice continued with the ceremony, "by the power invested in me by... by the sun and the moon and the stars, and everything, I pronounce us husband and wives! We may kiss the bride!"

Chapter Seventeen: Consummating the Weddings

Both girls were smiling as big as you could ever imagine, after we'd said our "wedding vows" and kissed each other in commemoration, as they sat down together on the bed. "This is the greatest day ever," Alice said to Rachel. "I'm really glad that we had this idea, because I felt so bad, I really didn't want you to feel left out. I really wanted this to be for all of us, you know, the baby, and everything. I feel like the baby is as much yours as it is mine, or Brian's."

"'Cause I was with you the night that you made the baby."

"Right!" Alice looked up at me. "I told her, about when I think it happened." She turned back to Rachel. "You weren't just with us, though. You were part of it. You were part of us. You were as much a part of making the baby as me or Brian. The baby is as much yours as it is mine or Brian's."

Rachel smiled, and then the two of them held each other. Alice kissed the girl, and then she said, "You know, Brian says that me being pregnant makes him really horny."

"He did?" The youngster looked up at me, grinning. "It does?"

"I think it makes him feel 'manly,'" Alice giggled. "What's the word? 'Virile.' He likes knowing that his sperm is strong and healthy."

Rachel grinned up at me again. "You have strong healthy sperm!"

I laughed, but I have to admit, it was awfully sexy to hear a girl say that. Once again, Alice seemed to understand what turns me on even better than I do, and she was teaching Rachel the same skill.

"I bet he has a big woody, just from us talking about his sperm!" Alice laughed. What insight the girl had.

"I bet he does, too!" Rachel laughed along with Alice.

"Tell him more!" Alice said. As she spoke, Alice reached out and started unbuttoning my pants. "Tell him how much you love his sperm!"

Rachel looked up at me with her big eyes, trying to look as seductive as possible, at the same time reaching her hands out to join Alice's. "I love your sperm, Brian," she said.

"Oh, look at how hard you make our husband!" Alice enthused as my pants hit the floor and my cock bulged inside the confines of my briefs. "Keep going!"

The girl kept those big blues locked with mine. "I love that your sperm made Alice pregnant, husband." She giggled when she said "husband," looking over at Alice, who nodded encouragement with a grin. Rachel looked back up at me. "I love it when you shoot your strong healthy sperm--your manly sperm--"

"Virile!" Alice interjected.

"Your virile sperm!" Rachel giggled. "I love it when you shoot your virile sperm inside me--inside us!" Even as she spoke, her hands were on my cock, rubbing me through my underwear, and Alice gripped the waistband and pulled them down, and Rachel's cool little fingers wrapped around my aching shaft and begin her signature two-handed stroke, sliding loosely along the full length, gently squeezing my head with the completion of each upward stroke. "I've gotten lots better with my hands," she proclaimed proudly to her new wife.

"I can tell!" Alice said with a wide-eyed smile as she sat back a bit and just watched, admiring the girl's skill.

"It's just like you taught me about my mouth," Rachel said. "I just use my hands like they're my pussy."

"Your hand-pussy!"

"Exactly!" She kept at her gentle stroke, and I let out a quiet breathy groan. Rachel looked up at me. "Sometimes, he likes it when I make him cum with just my hands," she said authoritatively.

Alice nodded, grinning. "Guys do like that!"

"But usually, he wants me to use my mouth, too." And she leaned in, opened her mouth, and took my head in. Immediately, one of her hands dropped down, and cool exploratory fingers cradled my ballsack, as the other hand kept at its gentle loose stroking. When she gave my head a suck, I groaned, and she raised those baby blues to look up at me.

"You've gotten really good with your mouth-pussy, too," Alice said.

"Mmhmm," Rachel murmured her answer through a mouthful of cock. Alice just lay back, propping herself up and her elbows, and watched. I put my hands on the little girl's head and held her possessively, but only a minute later, I stepped back.

"I don't think he wants to cum yet," Alice giggled. "I think he wants to cum in your pussy tonight."

Rachel looked up at me, then over at Alice. "I think maybe he wants your pussy."

"Nah, I'm too sore," Alice said. "Besides, I want to watch you two!"

"Sore?" Rachel was looking at Alice with concern. "Because of the baby?"

"No, because our husband had anal sex with me last night."

Rachel squintched her eyes. "Anal sex? You mean," she swiveled her head to look me, "like, in her butt?!?"

"Yes, in my butt," Alice answered for me. "If he hasn't done that to you yet, I'm sure he will. He seems to like it a lot."

I laughed. "Rachel, just so you know, Alice asked me to have anal sex with her."

Alice crossed her arms in a mock pout. "Maybe," the teenager said. "But I'm still sore. You were very rough."

"You were rough?" the young girl asked me, though more from interest than accusation. Before I could defend myself, she continued, "I didn't know people had sex like that!" Rachel said. "Does it feel good?"

"It hurts," Alice answered. "But, yeah, it feels good."

"Oh." Rachel looked back at me. "Do you want to..." she said, with a great deal of hesitation, "...do that to me? In my anus?"

"Someday, maybe," I said, "but not tonight."

"I think he got his anus-pussy fix last night," Alice said. "He wants pussy-pussy tonight!" Both girls giggled. "And besides, it's been ages since I got to watch you guys!"

Rachel stood. "It has! And it's way more fun when you're here." The youngster put her hands on my sides and twisted me, the two of us turning so that my back was towards the bed now. Unsure what she had in mind, I stood facing her, but she immediately pushed me backwards and I stumbled, taking an awkward step, and another, losing my balance and landing with a plop in a sitting position on the edge of the bed. As I fell, Rachel pulled her pajama bottoms down, and she advanced on me, kicking them off her feet and dropping her panties. Bottomless now, and not missing a beat, she climbed onto my lap, straddling me with her knees on either side of my hips. She put her hands on my chest and gave an aggressive push and I fell backwards, laying down beneath her. She fell down with me, holding herself above me on her hands and knees.

"Whoa!" Alice said, clearly impressed by little Rachel's sexual aggression. The young girl looked at her new wife with what can only be described as a snarl, and to me, she lifted a hand and made a little "cat's paw," clawing at the air in front of my face.

"Rhaaarh!" little Rachel growled.

"Damn!" Alice intoned from beside me on the bed, and in reply, Rachel made the same cat's claw and growl in her direction, before she reached down between her legs, grasping my cock and lifting her hips. She rubbed my head along her slit, once, twice, three times, and then pushed me in, simultaneously sitting down so that I slid into the warmth of her willing childcunt. She rose up, and back down, and up, and down, and began to ride me like a cock-hungry slut while Alice watched, gape-mouthed with surprise. She continued sliding up and down until she got me in as deep as I could go, my cockhead nestled into the soft welcoming flesh at the end of her vagina, and she stopped then, holding me inside, and turned to our companion.

"He likes it when I'm on top."

"I can see why!" Alice said. "I do, too!"

Then Rachel, with a very serious look on her face, started sliding again, bouncing on the bed, fucking me. Alice slipped a hand up her nightie to a breast, and her other hand down her panties, and masturbated while she watched the little hussy, her secret wife, ride their man.

A minute later, Alice extracted her hand from her puss and slid it up her nightgown as well. "God my nipples are so sensitive," she moaned, grasping at both tits.

"Hang your tits in my face, princess," I said to her. "I'll suck those nipples!"

In an instant, Alice had pulled her nightie off and climbed above me, Rachel sitting up to give the teenager room. Alice's tits were hardly big enough to do what you might call "hang," but for the first time, I could tell that they really had swollen with her pregnancy--they were exceptionally warm as she pushed one into my face, and rounder than they were normally, and firmer, too. And her nipples, holy shit, larger than before and already stiff as steel bolts. When I latched on and gave a suck, Alice lifted her head and moaned, "Ooooh, Daddy!!!"

Rachel had her hands on my lower belly now and used then as leverage and was bouncing fast and hard, and it was my turn to moan, "Oh Rachel you little whore!" I said, having momentarily let go of the nipple. Alice quickly shifted, sticking her other tit in my face.

Rachel was bouncing even harder. "I'm your little whore Brian!" she said, more loudly than she should. "I'm your little whore wife!"

That was more than my poor guy could take, and I exploded, filling the ten year old with cum as she continued with her aggressive bouncing until my orgasm completed. Then she climbed off, and Alice disengaged and rolled onto her back, and without a word spoke between the two, Rachel crawled on top of Alice and took a thick nipple into her mouth. Alice wrapped her hands around Rachel's head, holding her to her breast.

"So you're a little whore?" she said with a breathless giggle.

Rachel lifted a half-inch from the nipple. "He likes it when I say that," she said, latching on immediately again as soon as she was finished talking.

"I do, too!" Alice said.

Rachel lifted her head just slightly again. "I'm a slut," she said, then licked the nipple. She moved to the other breast. "I'm a dirty little slut." She latched on to the new nipple.

"Oh god you are!" Alice moaned. "You're Daddy's little fucktoy!"

"Mmhmm," Rachel agreed, nipple in mouth.

Alice came, moaning and writhing underneath her lover in an extended moment of pure ecstasy.

"I'm your little fuck toy, too, Alice," Rachel told the teenage mother-to-be as Alice slowly came down from her orgasmic high. "Whenever you want me to be."

"Oh, Rachel," Alice kissed the little girl. "You are the hottest thing on Earth."

"No, you are," Rachel giggled. Then they snuggled up together, and I joined them, and we were a sweaty, cummy, love-filled mass of naked bodies as we fell to blissful sleep.

I awoke late the next morning; the girls were sleeping angelically, Rachel's head nestled against Alice's swelling breasts. I pulled on some pj pants and headed to the bathroom, then downstairs for a cup of coffee. Emily was dressed and about to head out the door to work.

"You got the Saturday shift?" I said as I poured myself a cup of joe.

"Yeah," she said. "It'll be busy, but that's good. Not so boring."

"That's good. What do you want for dinner? I can have it ready when you get home."

"Whatever you want. Or, whatever Alice wants. Pasta?"

"Sure."

She stood and grabbed her bag. "It sounded like you and Alice had fun last night," she said with a laugh as she gave me a goodbye kiss on the cheek.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, you woke me up! The whole house was shaking."

"We'll try to be quieter."

"Don't," she said as she stepped out the door. "I loved it. It turned me on."

I laughed, and waved goodbye, then as I closed the door behind her, I thanked the heavens and whomever might be up there that she didn't realize it was her ten year old daughter who had set the house to shaking. I couldn't help wondering what she'd think, if she knew it was Rachel and me having sex that had turned her on so much. Who knows, it might have turned her on even more. Or maybe she does know, and is just pretending she doesn't, for appearance's sake?

When I returned to the scene of the concealed crime, I was treated to as fine a sight as a man could ever hope to see. The girls had awoken in my absence, and were presently engaged in a carnal act, Rachel playing the aggressor once again--she did seem to take a natural liking to this role. She was on top of Alice, straddling her on her hands and knees, tongue sunk deep into the teenager's mouth. Alice, for her part, had her hands on Rachel's intimates, one finger twirling around the ten year old's clitty, the other gently massaging her asshole. As I stood mesmerized, I watched that finger slowly disappear into the tiny pink hole, the tip, then the nail, then to the first knuckle, then to the second. Alice held it there for a moment, then reversed course, slowly pulling back, then in again, gently and carefully swirling her finger as she slowly finger-fucked Rachel's little ass.

Then the fingers that had been up to now so attentive to Rachel's clit slid up along her pussy lips, then opened into a "peace sign," spreading Rachel's pussy to show me her pink insides, and simultaneously Alice spread open her own legs, giving me room to kneel behind the two two girls: an unmistakable offer, a request, for me to mount her, or to mount the ten year old. To mount them both at the same time.

I was an offer I willingly accepted; a request quickly fulfilled. I shed my pajama pants, and had the girls been doing anything other than burying their tongues in each other's mouths, they would have seen an anxious cock, as hard as he had ever been. I climbed between Alice's open legs, kneeling behind the girls, And with only an adorable little muffled grunt from Rachel, I slid into her ten year old vagina once again.

And then Alice and I double-teamed the little thing, my cock driving into her pussy, Alice's finger in her ass, while the two of them continued an endless, open‐mouthed, tongue-sucking kiss.

After some minutes of glorious raw sex in a tiny cunt, I pulled out, and Alice, understanding well like she always does exactly what I wanted, dropped the hand that was not busy in Rachel's ass down to her own pussy, spreading her lips to welcome me in. And so I defiled my second pussy that glorious morning, this one eighteen years old and already nurturing my baby in its womb.

When I pulled out, two minutes later, Intending to return to the ten year old pussy again, Alice responded instead by extracting her finger from Rachel's asshole, curling fingers of both her hands around the young girl's cheeks and spreading them open, presenting a now-gaping pink hole to me.

And so, with another adorable muffled grunt from Rachel, I took her ass-pussy cherry that morning, the sphincter muscle of her anus clamping down around my crown despite Alice's efforts to loosen her. Now Alice's fingers wrapped around my shaft and pulled me forward, encouraging me to go deeper, and I did, venturing into the warm flesh of Rachel's rectum with careful deliberance.

I grabbed the young girl by the hips, and Rachel was my morning ass sex whore.

Eventually, mercifully, I pulled out of her, and she collapsed down onto Alice, then rolled to the side onto her back. To my amazement, she had a big smile on her face. The young thing had loved it! Or, at least, as Alice might have observed, she loved the fact that I wanted it, that I wanted her, that I wanted to treat her just like I treat Alice, that I wanted to treat her like a woman who is worthy of fucking in every hole that she has.

The little thing immediately reached out to my cock, and I moved forward on my knees, the two girls parting slightly so that I could fit between them. Rachel wrapped both hands around my cock and began her two-handed stroke. As she did, she looked at Alice.

"He likes it when I make him cum on my face, all by myself."

"God that's so hot!" Alice said, sliding her face up next to Rachel's. "I've never done that before."

"I can make him cum on both of our faces!" Rachel said proudly, with a great big grin.

And a minute later, she did just that, skillfully two-handed stroking me to completion with my cock aimed directly at both of their beautiful faces. Rachel knew just what to do, when she felt my cock stiffen in her hands and heard me grunt "Oh fuck!"--she removed the hand that was covering my head, and gave three or four additional quick strokes, as I moved my hips slightly to point my cock at Alice. And then I let loose a powerful stream of semen that splattered against the teenager's nose and cheek, turning towards Rachel as I came, so that the globby string of cum that had began by hitting Alice's face, finished on the ten year old's. The good girl handjob whore continued stroking, even as she flinched under the shower if my cum, and the next shot struck her hard right on the lips. Again I swiveled my hips, and I coated both girls in my thick semen.

When I was done, seven or eight glorious explosions, they were covered in warm sticky jizz, both of them giggling with delight. Alice kissed Rachel, right on the youngster's cum-soiled lips. "Don't wipe it off!" she said, after the kiss, looking at the girl. "You look so sexy! Don't we look sexy Brian?"

"Yes!" I stated the abundantly obvious.

"Let's don't clean it off! Let's wear it all day!"

Rachel giggled with delight. "Yes!!!"

They didn't wash their faces until my cum had dried completely on their skin.

Epilogue: Ten Years After

Alice and I had waited, and waited. Rachel was due home that day, though we didn't know when she would arrive, and we waited on the porch as the sun went down and the stars came out. Our son, four year old Johnny, had fallen asleep in his mother's lap, and Alice carefully stood so as to not disturb him, and left the porch to take him up to his bedroom.

Melody, our daughter, stayed on the porch with her father, not wanting to go to sleep until she got to see her "other" mother. Rachel had given the girl her name, nine years ago, only minutes after Alice gave birth to her. The newborn's mews were like a song to her, and she held the naked and still-messy baby in her arms and said "Melody! That's her name!"

But it was late, and Melody had nodded off herself by the time I heard the distant sound of a car driving down the lane to the Hillcroft Manor. My heart leapt at the sound. Rachel had been away for months, touring Europe with her band, and I longed to see her. She still had that beautiful smile, those big blue eyes. It made my day, just to see her face, even if only in black-and-white in the society pages of the New York Post; just days ago they'd published a review of her wildly successful tour--"Latest all-girl punk band takes Europe by storm." And now, I would finally, after so many months, get to see that beautiful face in person again.

Rachel had barely managed to stop the car before she swung the door open and ran to where I now stood in the lawn, grabbing me in her arms and kissing me. "Brian!" was all she said, then kissed me again.

"Melody stayed up to see you," I said, "though I'm afraid she's fallen asleep. Alice took Johnny up to bed, but I don't know what's taking her so long."

Rachel smiled. "He's probably demanding another story."

"Probably! I'll get your stuff, you go in and find her."

"Sorry I'm so late," she said. "I just couldn't get out of town. I kept telling everyone I had to leave."

"No problem. It's not like we've been sitting on the porch all day waiting!"

She laughed. "You don't know how anxious I was to get home." She kissed me again. "I'll go find Alice now."

I watched as she walked up the steps to the Manor's front porch, leaning over to give Melody a kiss on the forehead.

Rachel was twenty years old now, and she had become a strikingly beautiful young woman. Gorgeous. A "perfect 10," as the kids were fond of saying in those days. Straight, shining blond hair and that same sweet smiling face that she had the day I met her, but now with her mother's physique, petite but strong and solid. And stacked--her breasts were even larger than Emily's. Oh my god what a heavenly set of tits. I could play with them all day and night, and did so as often as I could. When she was still a young teen, she'd taken to calling them her "pillows," because of my habit of laying my head on them to go to sleep. And it was a nickname that stuck.

I was thinking about her "pillows" as I watched her help sleepy Melody to her feet, and the two of them held hands as they walked into the house together.

Rachel was a certifiable rockstar now, with an apartment in the big city and a recording contract and thousands of adoring fans. But the Manor was still her home, and Alice and I still her lovers and her best friends, and she still wore those two wedding rings on her finger that Alice had scrounged from her bag ten years ago when we performed our secret marriage.

As I carried her luggage and guitars up to the Manor, I looked at the big house and thought about all the people who'd walked, or wheeled, through those doors, starting first and foremost with my mother. It had been Rachel and Alice's idea that we should invite her to spend her final years in the house she'd always dreamed would be her home. She was very sick by then, that horrible disease had robbed her of everything, and it turns out to only her final months. But she was as comfortable as she could have been, with the caring daughters she'd always dreamed of having, and her granddaughter Melody, the sweetest baby the world had ever known, sitting on her lap while Grandma read her stories in her quiet, and now raspy, voice. She died one night, peaceful and, I like to think, quite content and happy.

After his wife was gone, my father had little interest in the Manor, and he sold it to me at well below the market rate, and Alice and I still run the place as a hotel. It's not the sort of business model that will make you rich, but we live a comfortable life, with a staff of half a dozen local kids to work the little restaurant and clean the rooms.

And then there's the Richters. Emily's maternal instincts had kicked into high gear after Melody was born; the fact that she was the most beautiful baby on Earth had something to do with that. It was John, home for a few days that fall to see his daughter perform at the middle school talent show, who told me one night over whiskey on the porch that his wife wanted to have another kid.

"We understand," he said, "if you're not interested. I'm sure Alice is a handful, and if I were you, I'd make damn sure that woman was satisfied. I don't think my eyes would wander to another women for the rest of my life. We can find someone else, I'm sure, or maybe a sperm bank..."

I assured him that I was happy to do my part, and that Alice wouldn't mind at all. Besides, she was still recuperating from the birth, and breast feeding. She'd never say no to me, of course, but her libido wasn't presently as supercharged as it normally was. Meanwhile, Rachel had begun experiencing the glorious changes that a girl of eleven goes through, which was the sexiest damned thing you could ever imagine, but it meant that I felt compelled to use a condom when we had sex out of concern that one of those "virile sperm" of mine might find its mark. Sex with a beautiful young girl is fun even with a condom on, but it just ain't the same thing, and Emily had always said that she was my "pussy on retainer." May as well make good on that.

The Richters' named the result of our hard work 'Judith," after John's mother, and a few years later, Emily had a third--this one was the fruit of John's own loins, through the miracle of modern medicine.

A few years back, John was offered at tenure-track professorship at Harvard, an offer too good to be turned down, and so he packed his family up and moved to Boston. That was when Rachel decided to come clean with her parents about our love affair and our "secret marriage;" she was sixteen by then, and thus the relationship legal, at least in the sense that it was legally consensual. We pretended that the sex had only began on her sixteenth birthday, and they played along with that little fiction, and in the end agreed that Rachel should stay at the Manor with Alice and me to finish out her high school.

And so it was that the three of us lived the next two years in the Manor, running the hotel and raising our kids, until Rachel was invited by some friends to form a band, and her life became the whirlwind that it now is.

When I finished lugging her stuff into the house, I found her sitting at the kitchen table with Alice, the two of them having finally succeeded at putting the kids to bed. I joined them, listening with fascination as Rachel recounted the joys and trials of the band's European tour; a show in a basement pub in London had devolved into a fight among the mohawk-wearing punks and a group of hooligans, and the police had to escort the band off the stage. They'd also spent some time behind the iron curtain, with secret service agents in prominent attendance at their shows. It was endlessly enthralling, and sometimes frightening, to hear her tales. I never wanted her to stop, even when the clock chimed 3 AM. But eventually, she'd exhausted the story well, and she sat back with her happy smile.

"It's so good to be home," she said.

"It's so good to have you home!" both Alice and I said in unison.

Rachel turned to look directly at me. "Brian," she said, with a look of seriousness and a certain halting uncertainty in her voice, "I... I stopped taking the pill half-way through the tour."

Surprised, and disappointed, with this news, I wracked my brain to try to figure out what she was trying to tell me with this information. Did she no longer want to have sex with me? I was in my mid-forties by now; it made sense that she wants a lover with less gray hair than me. Maybe she'd found another man, and she was planning to have a baby with him?

Alice, though, always so much quicker than her husband, had a very different reaction to the news. Her face lit in a smile. "You mean...?!"

Rachel smiled back at her, and then looked at me again. "We don't have another album due for a year, and no more touring till then, and all I'm planning to do is hang around here and write some songs. It's really the perfect time."

"Perfect time?" I said stupidly, still confused.

She grinned. "The perfect time to have a baby!"

Oh my god. I almost fell off of my chair.

"If you don't want to..." she said, looking at me, concerned.

"Of course!" I stammered. "Of course I want to!!!"

Alice was laughing. "Of course he wants to! You just practically shocked the pants off of him!!"

"If only!" Rachel laughed along with her wife. She looked back at me. "I know it's late, and it's a big decision. We can talk about it more in the morning."

Alice laughed some more. "It's Brian you're talking about here, Rachel. I guarantee you that he's ready to go right now."

All I could do was grin like a silly schoolboy, and nod.

Now imagine the scene: Rachel, my beautiful lover since she was ten years old and now a gorgeous young woman, a "perfect 10," lying naked on my bed, her wonderful full breasts still young and firm enough that they rose up from her chest despite her supine position, pale, soft pillows topped with large pink areolas. Her legs were open wide in the most inviting pose that a girl can ever give a man--a "fuck me" pose, as me and the girls have always called it. They know I like it when they give me a "fuck me" pose. The light-blond curls of the pubic hair that graced her pussy lips in a most comely manner were damp with her excitement, and those lips, those pale pink pussy lips, so much like they were the very first time I saw them, were parted with her wide-spread legs, showing the dark pink of paradise inside.

As I just stood and admired her, she looked at Alice, who sat cross-legged on the bed nearby. "I'm gonna have to tell him to hurry up, aren't I?" she said, hearkening back to a joke we'd had between us for years. The girls laughed, and I grinned and shook my head, and climbed onto the bed between those open legs.

Here's the thing about pussy. I don't know if this is true about all pussies, but as fun as Rachel's was when she was ten, and eleven, and twelve, and thirteen--you get the point--it's only gotten better with age. And maybe it was because she was excited about the prospect of pregnancy, or maybe she was just at that ideal point in her ovulatory cycle, when her body is anxious to have a man. But regardless of the reason, her pussy was absolutely perfect that night, open and inviting, accepting and willing, wet and distended and yet almost miraculously tight. It isn't possible for there to be something more beautifully designed to make a man ache with desire, to welcome him and caress him, and milk his cum from him.

When my cockhead made first gentle contact with her splayed-open lips, she pushed her hips towards me, and lifted them, and those lips did exactly what they are made to do, wrapping lusciously around my anxious head and pulling me in, instinctively directing me to the opening of her vagina. The succulent warmth sent rivulets of excitement through my body and I shook; my legs shook, and my hips, and my torso, an excited pre-orgasmic moment of unbridled pleasure. This pussy is my home. This is where my cock belongs. This is what he longs for, what he lives for.

The flesh inside was slick and slippery and wet, and oh so tight. It was a different sort of tightness, though, than she'd had when she was ten. This was not a reluctant tightness that had to be overcome, that had to be taught to accept me; no, this was the tightness of a warm and welcoming embrace, a firm, experienced grip, a squeeze simultaneously both gentle and aggressive. And rather than having to force my way through the tightness, as it had been when she was young, this grip, this squeeze, pulled me in.

This was a pussy that wanted cock, just as badly as my cock wanted her.

A moment later, my balls settled up against her ass, and we were united as one, deep inside her body. She slid her hips, inviting me, begging me, to move, and I begin my rocking, her vagina holding fast to me but allowing me to move freely. As I delved deep, her pussy lips opened wide around me, even wrapping around my scrotum and inviting my balls, with loving wet kisses, to join my cock inside her.

The first few minutes of our sex was anxious; needy. She'd been away for months, and I had been worried for her safety, and about my place in her life, and now finally I had her with me again, and all of my pent up concern and insecurity was focused laser-like on our carnal act of lovemaking. I could have easily cum in the first thirty seconds, my cock wanting to assert his right to her, his possession of her, and her pussy obviously felt the same and would have gladly, eagerly, done her willing part. But I eventually was able to gain control of my emotions, and I found to my amazed delight that I had before me, underneath me, a most remarkable woman. Her face was red, baby blue eyes still so very large and shining now with joy with its customary sweet and happy smile; her large breasts heaving with the rhythmic motions of our conjoined bodies. I reached out and cupped my hands around those wonderful womanly pillows, and held them up and buried my face between them, then slid, kissing, until I found and nipple and began to suckle. Rachel arched her back in response, offering me the comfort of her breast, simultaneously rocking her hips to make sure that we continued with our lovemaking.

As I kissed her nipple, I heard a soft moan nearby, and from the corner of my eye I saw Alice, masturbating, shaking, cumming, as she watched her husband and wife in our copulation. I rose up to Rachel's beautiful smiling face, and she whispered, "Cum inside me. Please?" before our mouths met and we joined together in another way, in another place, my cock deep inside her pussy and my tongue deep inside her mouth.

When my orgasm finally boiled, after another several minutes, I lifted my head and let out a bellow--a loud, possessive growl. Rachel had an open-mouthed smile, looking up at me with excited shining eyes. She was ready. She wanted my cum. She wanted me to bathe her willing womb with sperm.

"I love you, Brian," she whispered.

I groaned, orgasming, but not yet cumming.

"Put a baby in me!" she said, louder. "Fuck your baby into me!!!"

And my semen rushed out of me, a long, massive blast, draining all of my emotions, all of my concerns and my anxiety, emptying them all in cathartic release into my sweet compliant lover. I continued fucking her and exploding, over and over, until I was thoroughly spent.

"Oh my god,' Alice said, a few minutes later when we had all caught our breath and come down from our orgasmic highs, "that was the hottest sex I've ever seen,"

Rachel grinned. "God, I know," she said with mystical reverence.

"Now you two have to do that every morning and every night until you make a baby!"

"That sounds nice," I said, dripping with understatement, which caused my girls to giggle.

"In fact," Alice said, "I bet he still has some left in him right now."

"I bet he does!" Rachel agreed.

"Let's see if we can get him hard again!" Alice grinned, reaching out to my cock.

"Oh god," I groaned, causing more giggles.

Rachel's hands joined Alice's, and shortly I was growing. The two of them are very skilled with their hands.

But a moment later, there was a little knock on our bedroom door, and the door opened a crack, and the face of our nine year old daughter Melody appeared. Alice sat back, and I grabbed a bedsheet to cover my now-fully erect cock. But Rachel did not remove her hand, instead squeezing tight.

"I heard some noises," Melody said, all innocent and unassuming, "and I couldn't get back to sleep."

Alice gave her a welcoming smile. "Daddy and Rachel are making a baby," she said. "That's probably the noises that you heard. Come in, you can sleep with us if you want."

Melody sleepily sat down next to her mother. She looked at me, then Rachel. "You're gonna have a baby?"

"I hope so," Rachel answered. "We're gonna try!"

"Would you like to have a little baby sister or brother?" I asked the girl.

Her eyes were open wide, and there was maybe a little smile on her face, and she nodded.

Rachel's hand began to move under the sheet, massaging me to full hardness again. "Why don't you snuggle up," she said to Melody, patting the bed next to her. "You can go to sleep while Daddy and I make a baby."

Melody nodded sleepily, and Alice and her little daughter climbed up the bed and lay down next to us, and at the same time, Rachel climbed on top of me, pushing the bedsheet away. Alice and Melody were on their sides, facing us, Alice behind the girl and hugging her, and Rachel reached behind her and grasped my cock and directed it into her. And then Rachel and I made love a second time that night, while Alice held Melody and the two of them watched, Alice smiling, Melody wide-eyed with curiosity. But by the time we finished, the little girl was already asleep.

It was the next morning; Alice had gotten up before the rest of us, to get Johnny his breakfast and deal with hotel stuff. Melody was still asleep, snuggled up to me, and Rachel was crouched between my legs, my happy cock in his lover's mouth-pussy once again, after months and months of waiting and dreaming about her headjob skills.

Melody stirred, and opened her eyes. Rachel pulled off of me and smiled at our daughter. "I'm getting Daddy ready," she explained to the girl, "so we can make a baby again."

Melody sat up on her elbows. "Why do you have to do it so much to make a baby?" she asked, watching with curiosity as Rachel went back to sucking me again. "I thought it just took one time."

"It can," I explained, "but we don't really know. So we want to do it lots, to make sure."

Melody looked at me and nodded, still appearing to be a bit confused. "And you use your mouth to get it ready?"

"That's one way to do it," I answered, "and it works really well. It feels really good."

"Oh, okay." Melody looked back down at Rachel while she fondled my balls and stroked my shaft and bobbed her mouth on my head. The girl still looked confused, but also curious, even fascinated, as she absorbed in her young mind what was happening.

While she sucked, Rachel looked up and saw Melody watching with rapt attention. She pulled off. "Do you want to try?" she asked the girl. "It's really fun. I was around your age when I did it the first time."

Melody looked at me, maybe to see if I objected; when I didn't, she turned back to Rachel. "Okay."

She moved down and crouched over me. "Open really wide," Rachel said, and Melody's mouth fell open, and she leaned down further, and took my head into the warmth of her mouth. Her mouth-pussy.

I groaned as I watched, and Rachel smiled. "He really likes it! You're really good at this!" With my cock still in her mouth, my daughter looked up at me, her eyes twinkling with what now seemed to be mischievous excitement. Rachel started jacking me again, and pulling on my balls. "Suck," she gently instructed the young girl. "He really loves it when you suck."

And Melody sucked.

I rolled my head back in moaned, and I could feel my balls began to boil. But right then, Rachel stopped her hands. "It's really awesome, when he cums in your mouth," she said, "but we don't want him to, not right now."

Melody pulled off and nodded. "'Cause you want him to ejaculate in your vagina," she said, showing off her big girl words, and her big girl knowledge of sex, "'cause you're making a baby."

"That's right," Rachel said. "I think he's ready now. Do you want to watch?"

Melody nodded, quite emphatically.

"Good!" Rachel said. "I was hoping you would stay with us. I was with Alice and your daddy, when they made you. Did you know that?"

"You were?"

"Yeah! And now you can be with us, when we make your little sister or brother! You can be our good luck charm! I think it's going to happen today!"

"I do, too!" Melody said, excited.

Rachel climbed out from between my legs and lay down on the bed. She spread her legs wide open. As I moved on top of her, Melody lay down next to her, and Rachel kissed her on the lips.

"A good luck kiss," she said, just as I was entering her.

Melody kissed her back. "Another one!"

Pumping my hips now, fucking Rachel, I leaned over the two of them. Rachel lifted her head and kissed me. "Daddy needs good luck kiss, too," she said.

And then my sweet daughter Melody lifted her head, and kissed me as well.

Now, I rather doubt that the quality of the sex, or even of the orgasm, is at all correlated to the likelihood of pregnancy. But the sex that morning was other-worldly--fucking beautiful Rachel while my equally beautiful daughter lay with us. And the orgasms--both Rachel's and mine--were mind-blowing. Paradise will be a denouement compared to this. And I was pretty damned sure that the three of us made a baby that morning, and Rachel and Melody were, too.

Nine months later, the society pages at the New York Post blared a headline:

"Punk Rock Heartthrob Rachel Richter Gives Birth to Baby Girl"

"Will the baby play guitar like Mommy? Only time will tell! We're still working to get the dirt on the mysterious older man who is the father. Richter only says, 'He's a family friend.' Lucky family friend indeed!"

---===Fine===---

Comments

Leave a comment

Nickname	Date	Feedback
Lejeau	05/02/2021	My father taught me to read before I started first grade (1960) and my mother was an English teacher and amateur writer. I have been conditioned so that "errata" in language and grammar sometimes leap out at me. In your story, "Age of Aquarius" (yummy good story for one who came of age then) there were a couple of times when a character is lying "PRONE" (face down) and yet the subsequent sexual activity written about requiring access to certain naughty bits would be nigh on impossible. SUPINE, along with 'misandry,' are two of my favorite UNDER used words.
Jim	05/05/2021	I can sum it all up in one word. WOW! Such a beautiful love story that would be the wet dreams of almost every man! Thank you for such a great story. I read It all in one day and could not stop reading even for supper. I am saving this one to my computer to reread again and again. Thank you again
Anonymous	05/08/2021	I love the story: its faithful reflection of the time frame, its romantic sweetness, and its incorporation of genuinely loving polyamory. Thank you.
Mike	5/29/2021	A wonderful story. It reminds me of my travels throgh upstate NY, post Viet Nam...
curtis	06/18/2021	what a wonderful story, Loved it (The Age of Aquarius). Would love for you to continue to write about the family with all the kids and their adventures.
Anonymous	07/09/2021	Thank you, Chris, for “The Age of Aquarius”! I came of age during that time and so connected with the antics around the Manor. But I mostly connected with the romance aspect of the story. Call me an old (73) softie, one whose tools don’t work much any more, but the loving relationships of the story left me with a heartfelt warmth and satisfaction I hadn’t felt from reading a story in many years. You are a talented artist. I commend you on your ability to capture and communicate the emotions of those years and those relationships. You are a great erotic and romantic writer!
Anonymous	07/10/2021	Great story! Beautifully conceived and written. Loved it all the way through. Romantic and joyful even in its dirtiest moments. Well done. One problem I can't stop myself from pointing out though, is that 1967 was the "Summer of Love" not '68. Lots of people actually think it was '69 (wouldn't that be a fun little coincidence!) But the summer of 1967 in San Francisco was officially proposed and agreed upon on January 14th at the "Human Be-In/Gathering of the Vibes" by numerous counter-culture icons of the Haight-Ashbury district including Michael Bowen, The Diggers, The Straight Theatre, The Family Dog, The San Francisco Oracle editorial staff, and approximately 25 other "heads" who collectively came to be known as The Council of The Summer of Love. The San Francisco Oracle announced the upcoming event a few days later (San Francisco Oracle, vol. 1, issue 5, p. 2.) The festivities essentially began on June 2, 1967 with the United States release of The Beatles "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" according to several of the above-mentioned "heads" (I recommend this wonderful documentary: https://www.diggers.org/it_was_twenty.htm for anyone curious about that summer, especially if you're a Beatles fan). The Summer of Love officially ended on October 6th with the "Death of Hippie" event. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Summer_of_Love) Anyway, keep up the good work and thank you for keeping asstr-mirror.org going with quality and talented writing. God Bless!
		Ah, damn, it sucks that I made such a simple error as to refer to the wrong year as the "Summer of Love!" Luckily it only plays a minor role in the story as a whole. One of the big problems with writing historical erotica on a site with hundreds of thousands of readers is that there will inevitably be many people, such as yourself, who know far more about it than I. I am, nonetheless, grateful for your correction and glad that you enjoyed to story. Cheers, ~Chris
Anahit Erotica	07/18/2021	Loved it :D Happy threeway ending is happy.
anonymous	07/18/2021	So, having read your reply to my last comment about this story, I realize what an ass I sounded like in correcting you on the year of the "Summer of Love". My sincerest apologies; sometimes it's hard to control my inner-nerd. Especially because I did like this story so much, and all of your writing, really. It was an inconsequential point that my comment made seem like a huge deal (I even included links! Jeez!) LOL. Anyway, I had, in fact, meant to communicate my appreciation for the quality of your writing, my love for the characters you create (especially the quirky, funny, and sweet female personas), and my sincere gratitude for your sharing such engaging and sexy erotica free of commercial interest. Your guest writer promotion and the simple and accessible web page are a breath of fresh air compared to pretty much every other erotica site on the web. I'm reminded of the 'good old days' of the alt.sex.stories newsgroup. Thanks again, and keep up the good work!
		Oh, wow! I didn't think you were being an "ass" at all. I thought it was interesting, and since this is historical fiction of a sort, it was valuable input. I'm thrilled that you like my site and my promotion of the guest writers. To be honest, the guest writers are the life-breath of this site, since my output has slowed down over the last couple years. I love having a big active stable of guest writers to keep the place alive. As for the "good old days," it's been my intention to write up a blog post of sort about the glory days of internet erotica. One blog post I found referred to this era as "the flowering of folk erotica," a phrase I love. ~Chris
Grog	08/14/2021	Sadly at the time of this story I was already a soldier and serving in rather boring Germany rather than erotic Korea or getting access to love communes anywhere. Of course we avidly read about the events of the day to relieve the boredom of the non too thrilling “Cold War” Although I did have some luck with the family of a close friend- That’s a soldiers Tale ......... This brilliant trip through the life of somebody living the dream is so well written that like one of your other readers, (Jim) It was a non stop night time read for me. Luckily I do not work on Saturdays so no problem there. The characters of course intertwine and develop in such a believable way that at times I had to pinch myself to remind myself that this is fiction and NOT a diary. We the readers will simply have to dream of a sequel, whilst living in hope of the reality of that event . In short – A GREAT read.
Peter	08/26/2021	A perfect ten. Love the story, and the characters. Excellent pace and sex scenes. It was terrific. Thank you.
		I am extemely glad you liked it, Peter. A labor of love, this was, and I was very pleased with how it turned out. ~Chris
Alan	12/28/2021	Your writing skills and imagination never cease to amaze me! This is one of the hottest stories I've ever read. Thank you again for your awesome talent and writing skills.
Mike	01/12/2022	A great love story. I really enjoy romance / love stories. Couldn’t put this one down.

Leave a comment