"Ike, are you OK?"

I could hear Becky, but I couldn't see her. I opened my eyes, blinked a couple of times, but everything still looked a little out of kilter, like my viewpoint was wrong. I finally figured out that I was lying on my back, looking at the ceiling of the "Cheerful Charlie" ice cream truck I drove for a living, and my head was pounding. The last thing I remembered was digging in the freezer, trying to find a Klondike bar for Becky. I must have slipped on the condensation puddle that forms in front of the freezers and hit my head on the back counter. Lucky I didn't kill myself.

"Uh, yeah, I'm OK," I mumbled, still trying to collect my thoughts. "Hey, do you really want a Klondike today, Becky? I can't seem to find one."

"Come on, Ike, you know how much I like my Klondikes. Can I come in and look for myself?"

Letting kids into the truck was strictly against company policy, but I really liked Becky, and if there was one Klondike still in the freezer, I was willing to let her go fishing for it. Besides, Becky was one of the Humbert Street gang, the girls that made my job worthwhile. Ninety percent of the time I hated driving that truck. Between having to hear "It's a Small World" playing over and over again through the loudspeakers on the roof, crawling through neighborhood after neighborhood at ten miles an hour, and listening to squalling, insistent, spoiled-brat kids; it was as close to hell on earth as I could imagine. When some of the kids found out my name, they quickly nicknamed me "Ice Cream Ike', and word of that spread through the children's rumor network rapidly, adding to my displeasure.

But....there was that last ten percent; Humbert Street, home to a fine collection of slightly older, more mature girls. Oh, they were still way to young for me, and I wasn't crazy enough to actually try anything with those little girl-scout nookies, but that didn't mean I couldn't have fun talking dirty and teasing them for a few minutes each afternoon. Playing like a dirty old man to their innocent but naughty flirting made life worth living. It did seem strange for me to consider myself 'old' at thirty-three, but at their age anybody over twenty-one probably seemed ancient. Due to some strange twist of fate, all of the girls who lived on that two block stretch of quiet, tree-lined suburban domesticity seemed to have a naughty streak. I had rearranged my route so that Humbert was the last place I visited each day, so I could linger there, trading dirty jokes and naughty, suggestive comments with those nymphets. It was a good way to finish my workday.

Becky was usually my first customer on Humbert. She was thirteen, with skinny little-girl legs but surprisingly large breasts. Short strawberry blonde hair that always looked like it needed a good combing topped her sweet little freckled face. She had a voice that still sounded like it should be coming out of a much younger body, and she seemed to have the intelligence to go with it. Becky was not the brightest bulb on the chandelier, and I knew that if I was ever foolish enough to actually try to do more than just talk with one of the Humbert Street girls, she would be the one I would most likely make a move on. Letting her into the truck now seemed like a natural thing to do, especially with my head still spinning.

I managed to sit up and open the back door. Becky skipped up the steps, and a moment later she was standing over the still open door of the freezer. In her haste to find her favorite treat, she had straddled my legs while she stood on tiptoes, trying to look as far as she could into the foggy compartment. "In here?" she asked.

"Yeah, there might be one more way over on the right side," I said.

From where I was still sitting on the floor, with her legs on either side of mine, and bent way over in her search, I had a good view of her skinny legs. They might not have had much meat on them, but her skin was unblemished, and appeared to be inviting my attention. I let my gaze wander all the way up her loose shorts, so far that I actually caught a glimpse of her panties; white cotton with pink kittens. Before I even realized what I was doing, my hand had slid up the back of her slender thigh, all the way to the hem of those adorable undies.

"Ike, what are you doing!" Becky yelled, reaching around with one hand to slap at my arm. But she didn't stop fumbling around in the freezer with her other hand.

"Oh, I'm just foolin' around. I'm trying to see if you're ticklish. Are you?" One of my fingers had wormed its way under the hem of the pant leg of her panties, the last barrier between Becky's goodies and the world, and I began rubbing her smooth, almost hairless little slit.

"I am," the silly girl answered, "but not there. Besides, you're not supposed to be touching me there, you know. It's not nice."

She finally found what she was looking for, and stepped away from me as she started unwrapping it. I slowly lowered my hand, letting my finger linger under my nose for a moment. The infinitesimal bit of scent from Becky's private parts inspired me to be bolder. After all, she was already in the truck, a situation I had often dreamed about. "Becky, I have a deal for you."

"What?" she said, as she took the first bite of brown and white goodness.

"If you'll help me, I'll let you have that one for free, and one each day for the rest of the summer too."

Her eyes got big as she considered the enormity of my offer, but she was at least wise enough to be a little suspicious. "Help you? What do I have to do?"

"Well, my head really hurts, and I'm still a little dizzy. But I've heard that young girls have a special healing power that might help me recover. It's kind of a salve, like your mom might rub on a mosquito bite. But it's very hard to find. Only girls who aren't really kids anymore, but aren't adults either have it. That sounds like you, right?" There was more bullshit than condensation in the truck at that moment, but dim-bulb Becky was taking me seriously.

"Salve, you mean like aloe lotion? Where is it?"

I sighed. The girl was as dumb as I had thought she was. Oh well, might as well take advantage of small gifts. "Well, that's what I was trying to find when you slapped my hand away"

"You mean it's in my...my privates?"

"I don't know where it is exactly, but I think it's around there somewhere. I've only heard about it, I've never actually seen it or used it."

"Geez, I don't know. My mom says never to let a stranger touch me there."

"I'm not a stranger, Becky. You see me every day."

"Well, OK, I guess so. It's not gonna hurt, is it?" Becky asked, munching the last of the ice cream bar.

"Hurt? Come on, Ike would never hurt any of his girls." I was feeling a lot better now, but didn't want Becky to notice. "Ow, my head really hurts." I moaned.

"Oh, all right," Becky finally relented. "Free Klondikes for the rest of the summer, that's the deal, right?"

"That's right," I smiled at her. God bless dumb blondes, even young ones.

"So, what do I have to do?"

I stood up, making it look a lot harder than it really was. "Slip off your shorts and undies and sit here on my stool." I gestured at the beat-up seat I sometimes used while I was waiting for customers to show up. She didn't hesitate, stepping out of her clothes quickly while I closed the customer window of the truck. If anybody came by, as far as they knew Ice Cream Ike was taking a break and closed for business.

Becky plopped her bare butt down on the cracked plastic covering the top of the stool. "OK, now what?" Her expression reflected something between complete innocent and idiocy. I wasn't sure which it was, but at that moment I didn't care. Becky's slit, surrounded by a very light sprinkling of curly pubic hair, was only inches from my face. One of my darkest fantasies was right in front of me.

"Slide forward a little," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "Yeah, that's good. Now, just relax and let Ike try and find the magic salve."

I ran one finger the length of the young girls crack, just barely pressing the tip between her puffy outer lips. She was tight and dry, so I licked my finger and tried again. This time, my index finger disappeared up to the first knuckle in Becky's sweet meat. I was pretty sure she was a virgin, and didn't want to take a chance on an accidental defloration, so instead of trying to push deeper, I concentrated instead on trying to find her clit.

It was well hidden, a shy little button tucked inside its protective sheath, but at last I felt her little nubbin squirming around under the tip of my finger. I started using my thumb to massage her sensitive spot now that I had found it. "That doesn't hurt, does it?" I wanted to be sure that she was still comfortable with what I was doing. It was important to me that she didn't feel like I was forcing her to do something she really didn't want to do.

"No-o-o-," she said thoughtfully. "Gee, it feels kinda weird, though. Is this what sex feels like?"

"Well," I chuckled, "in a way. This is part of what's called foreplay."

"What's that, some kind of game?"

"No, it's a way that men and women get their bodies ready to have sex, to make sure it's an enjoyable experience."

"You're not gonna try and have sex with me, are you? Cuz my mom tells me all the time I have to save myself for my husband. What does she mean, save myself? From what?" Becky was turning out to be a chatterbox, which was entertaining but distracting at the same time.

"No, I'm not going to have sex with you. This is about trying to make me feel better, remember? Now, just be quiet and let me concentrate, OK?"

Again, Becky did as I asked, and shut her mouth. She was a compliant girl, and I suspected that I could talk her into almost anything. But here, in the back of my truck, parked right outside her house, I knew my options were limited. Whatever was about to take place had to happen quickly. I had continued rubbing her clit while we talked, and now I could feel some of her natural wetness on the tip of my thumb. I also ran my index finger up and down her slit a couple more times, delighted to feel her pussy gradually becoming slicker.

I decided that I had just about enough time for one quick dive into her honeypot, and then I would have to open up the truck again. I was kneeling in front of the stool, so I bent forward, pushing my head between her scrawny legs until my mouth was close enough to plant a kiss on her mound.

"Hey, what are you doing now?" the ever-curious girl asked.

"I'm still trying to get your body to make some of that magic stuff. If I use my mouth, it'll be quicker. Just relax and let me suck your cun...uh, lick you a little."

"Oh, is it like licking the frosting from the bowl?"

"That's a very good way to put it," I mumbled from between her thighs. Without further hesitation, I parted her nether lips slightly with two fingers and stuck my tongue into the smooth pink surface just inside. I let it play along the edge of her opening for a moment, then pushed in a bit, wondering if I was actually licking her barrier. I didn't know what a hymen tasted like, was it really cherry flavored? I couldn't tell. All I could taste was young girl in heat.

I slid my tongue up to her tiny love button. I tried to suck it between my lips, but it wasn't sticking out far enough, still hiding in the upper folds of her crack like a shy fish hiding from predators in a coral reef. I felt Becky's legs tightening around my head. "Wow, that really tickles!" she squealed. "Or...maybe it's not a tickle. Heck, I've never felt anything like this. Don't stop, Ike, this is fun!"

She didn't need to tell me that, stopping was not an option at that point. I kept licking and sucking Becky's pussy, delighted to hear her groaning and moaning under my lingual massage. She was really getting into it, which surprised me a little. I took advantage of her state of enjoyment and slid my free hand under her shirt. I briefly massaged one of her surprisingly large breasts through the thin cotton of her big-girl bra. I would have liked to take the time to marvel longer in the delight of her natural beauty, and find out what those mounds felt like in my mouth, but I was becoming more and more worried about how long we had been in the back of the truck. The thought crossed my mind for a moment that it was strange no other kids had come to the truck looking for a treat, but I decided that was just the way Humbert Street usually was; there really weren't that many kids around.

"Oh, oh, oh.....Ike....something happening." Becky's legs were gripped my head even tighter, as she began to experience what I assumed might be her first climax. "I feel, I don't know...wow...better than I ever have in my life. What are you doing to me?"

I gave her now dilated opening one more lick, savoring the odor and flavor of her now copious lubrication. There really is something special about a young girl's pussy. Maybe my bullshit story about her healing powers was partly true after all. I knew something had made me feel better, and maybe it was Becky's pussy juice.

"It's all right, Becky. That's called an orgasm. That feeling is what makes everyone so obsessed about sex. Once you've experienced it, you are always trying to reach that point again, over and over. You never get tired of it. And it was good for me too, I feel a lot better."

"Well, maybe your head feels better, but it looks like another part of your body is swelling up now," Becky giggled, gesturing at the bulge in my pants. "Do you have to go pee?"

"What?"

"Do you have to go pee? One Saturday morning when I went to wake my dad up for breakfast, I saw his penis all swollen like that in his pajamas. He told me it was because he had to go to the bathroom."

"Well, there are other things that can cause a man to swell up like this. Pretty young girls, for instance."

"Like me?"

"Yep, like you." I attempted to adjust my erection to a less visible position. I was strongly tempted to teach Becky how she could help relieve that problem too, but decided that could wait until another day.

Becky put her clothes back on, and I opened the door to let her out. "Thank you, Becky. And remember, free Klondikes for the rest of the summer."

Becky stopped on the first step. "Hey," she turned and smiled at me, "why don't I stay with you for awhile? I can help you, in case you start getting dizzy again. I'll bet I can be a good ice cream girl."

For whatever reason, I compounded all the other errors in judgement I had made over the last few minutes by agreeing to Becky's plan. I closed the back door, and reopened the customer window.

And there stood Deborah Delaney. I don't know how long she had been standing there quietly and patiently, or what she might have heard. Debbie was the same age as Becky, but they were very different girls. Talking to Debbie was like talking to an adult, while a conversation with Becky was usually more like teasing your kid sister. Physically, they were quite different also. Unlike Becky who was all skinny thighs and knobby knees, Debbie had very impressive legs, long, lean, well-formed, and tanned. She always wore short, white skirts to highlight what she obviously knew was her best feature. Not shorts, but actual skirts, like a cheerleader might wear. It was plain that she knew just how nice her bronzed thighs looked when contrasted by the sunshine-bright whiteness of her favored clothing.

It didn't hurt either that she had a face that reminded me of the Olsen twins when they were that age, before they grew up and turned skanky. All in all, Debbie was an excellent example of a young girl in the delightful process of emerging from her chrysalis, ready to turn into a teenager that would likely drive the boys wild in high school.

"Oh, good, there's Debbie," Becky cried. "Can she come in too?"

I had been so entranced by the sight of Deborah waiting on the sidewalk that I had almost forgotten Becky was still there. "Why not," I sighed.

Becky leaned out the window and told Debbie to go to the back of the truck. "Come on," she urged, "Ike is being nice today and letting us help ourselves." She opened the door and Debbie climbed up the steps. She paused and looked around in wonderment at all the stuff packed into the back of the truck. That was the closest I had ever been to this golden-skinned beauty, and I was pleased to see that her legs were as smooth and unblemished as they had appeared from further away. I wondered if they were that nice all the way to the top, then realized that the skirt she was wearing today, crisp white as always, was so short that there wasn't much leg left to reveal anyway.

"Debbie likes Popsicles," Becky stated, as if I didn't already know that. "Can she get one herself?"

"Sure."

Becky opened the freezer, and Debbie bent over and started looking for her favorite treat, a classic grape Popsicle, with the same single-minded enthusiasm as Becky had. When she reached into the deepest part, I was treated to one of my favorite things in the world, a beautiful young girl's ass, straining to emerge from her soft, white silk panties. Just like nuts are the perfect topping for a lot of the ice cream treats I sold, that firm little ass was a perfect topping to those luscious legs.

I glanced guiltily at Becky and saw her grinning at me. She knew what I was looking at, but didn't say anything to Debbie. Becky was turning out to have a little more on the ball than I had thought. "Ike, do you know why Debbie likes those things so much?" Becky asked, in her little girl voice.

"Um, no, taste I guess," I answered, my gaze still focused on Debbie's sweet ass.

"Show him, Debbie," Becky commanded.

Debbie had found the grape concoction she had been searching for. She closed the top of the freezer and turned around. "What are you talking about, Beck? I just like 'em, that's all."

"You are so full of crap," Becky oozed. "Go ahead and show Ike how you eat those things. Tell him what you use them to practice for."

"Becky!" Debbie shouted. "I told you never to tell anybody about that."

Becky gave me one of her goofy grins. "Hey Ike, do you know what the boys at school call Debbie?"

"Becky, stop!" Debbie pleaded.

But Becky seemed determined to expose her friend's secret. "They call her Deep Throat Debbie. That's why she's so popular. And that's why she likes Popsicles, right Deb?"

Debbie didn't seem to be too upset by Becky's disclosure. She just grinned shyly at me, and began unwrapping her frosty prize. I wouldn't have thought it was possible, but that young girl actually made stripping the wrapper off a Popsicle an erotic experience. I've seen older girls tease guys by skinning a banana slowly and sensually, but Debbie managed to make me very interested in watching that piece of colored ice water slowly emerge from it's paper enclosure. I was still dealing with the reality that thirteen-year-old girls even knew about deep throat, and now this. I know kids grow up faster these days, but I hadn't expected this.

While I had been staring at Debbie, my new assistant Becky had closed the customer window again. She knew the routine. This time I wasn't the instigator. I just sat there, waiting to see what tricks Debbie had to show me. Once she had the paper off, she carefully broke the Popsicle into two parts, like kids have done for decades. She handed one half to Becky, but never took her eyes off me.

"Try it with me, Beck," she dared her friend.

"OK," Becky agreed. "Show me how." She stood next Debbie, ready to follow her lead.

"Make it slick first," Debbie instructed. "Like this."

She licked all around the top. Somehow, after months of serving those treats I had never realized how phallic-like they were, especially when broken in two. Becky copied the movements of Debbie's tongue with her own.

"Now, put it in your mouth, but don't bite it."

Both girls fellated the purple shafts. Well, I don't know if that's what they would have called it, but there was no doubt in my mind that Debbie was showing her friend how to suck a cock. Debbie slid her lips surprisingly far down the ice, causing some dark syrup to drip out of her mouth and onto the floor. Becky tried to keep up, but when she tried to match the depth of Debbie's effort, she started to gag.

"Don't push it in," Debbie told her. "Just let it slide in easily. When it gets to the back of your throat, stop for a second to get used to the feeling."

Becky tried again, but again she almost retched. "I just can't do it yet. But I'll keep trying. Come on, before it melts, show Ike what you can do."

Debbie licked some of the drippings from her half of the purple ice, then leaned her head back like a sideshow sword swallower. She dangled the Popsicle over her face, then lowered it down into her wide-open mouth, without her lips touching it. I watched entranced, as it slowly slid, inch-by-inch, out of sight. Debbie paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and pushed on. I saw the muscles in her throat working as she did the impossible, made the whole thing disappear. Finally the only part showing was the end of the stick she was holding on to.

As soon as she had all of it in, she quickly pulled it back out. Purple stains dotted her shirt and short skirt. She smiled at Becky and me, and started eating the quickly melting treat like any normal kid.

I was sure that little show went over big with horny middle school boys. But I was curious about something. "Well, Debbie, you like cold treats, but what about a warm one?" I asked. I had to know if she was all show, or if she used her gift for more...practical applications. I rubbed my hand over the lump that had reformed in my pants, to emphasize my invitation.

"Uh,oh," Becky said, her hand joining mine. "It looks like the swelling is back." Debbie was staring at my lap also, as if trying to make up her mind if she should accept my challenge or not. "Come on Deb," I heard Becky say as she started to unzip me. "It's not like you haven't done this before."

From the uncertain way she watched as Becky fished the semi-rigid cock out of my shorts, I was pretty sure Debbie hadn't dealt with an adult organ yet in her short career as a header queen. There probably weren't any boys in the sixth grade that carried around a hunk of man meat like the one facing her now. I'm not trying to brag, but I do consider myself to be a little above average in size.

Now that she had my dick out, Becky started working on completing the process of making it totally engorged, with a practiced stroke that I had no idea she was capable of. She used both hands, adding a little twist at the end of each stroke as her fists slid off the head of my dick. The girls of Humbert Street were full of surprises today.

"Come on, Deb," Becky ordered, continuing to rub her hands over my now rock-hard erection. "I want to see you swallow this. What'sa matter, you chicken?"

Especially among precocious young girls, that kind of challenge has to be answered. "OK," Debbie said, kneeling in front of me, "I'll try."

I slid my pants down, lay on the floor of the truck, spread my legs a little, and waited for Debbie to do her thing. She got on her knees between my thighs, and I watched in delighted amazement as she began using the same techniques on my hot, pink shaft that she had used earlier on the cold, purple one. Her tongue was still cold when she began licking me, which was kind of a strange feeling, but when she took the head between her lips, the coolness of her mouth added a unique feel to that most intimate act. She began bobbing her head, trying to take a little more of my prick into her mouth with each downstroke, but I could see that it was a struggle. I could feel my dick bumping into the back of her throat, and even though she seemed to have phenomenal control of her gag reflex, it looked like there just wasn't room in her thirteen-year-old throat for my thirty-three-year-old cock. But that didn't stop the determined nymphet from trying. She sat back on her heels, resting for a moment.

I took advantage of the pause to get Becky involved. "Take your pants off, and sit on my face," I ordered.

'What?" she replied, looking confused. "Why?"

"Just do it, Beck," Debbie encouraged her. "Trust me, you'll like it."

"OK," Becky relented, quickly shucking her shorts and panties again. For good measure, this time she took off her blouse and bra too. Yep, as I had suspected, she had a pair of knockers that most twenty-year-olds would have killed for. They didn't look quite right on her skinny little body, but I wasn't complaining. She squatted over me uncomfortably; still not sure what I wanted her to do.

"You look like you're gonna pee on him," Debbie giggled. "Relax, just get on your knees. Yeah, like that, now lean a little forward. How's that, Ike?"

"Perfect," I murmured. Becky's still tightly-closed slit was an inch from my mouth. I raised my head and resumed the tongue massage I had been giving her earlier.

With Becky practically sitting on my face, I couldn't see Debbie any more, but I could feel that she had gone back to work on my dick. She had apparently given up trying her deep throat trick. Instead, her head was bouncing up and down on my shaft with serious intent, while at the same time she sucked hard on it. She was acting like a ten-dollar hooker when the fleet is in town. This girl didn't just know how to show off for her middle-school friends, somewhere along the way she had also learned how to get a man off efficiently and quickly. I wondered for a moment just how close she and her dad were.

My neck muscles were getting tired, so I put my hands on Becky's hips and pulled her body down closer to me. I wanted to suck her clit for awhile, but her little soldier was still very shy, so I went back to licking her sweet crack, while giving her virgin hole an occasional probe with the tip of my tongue. Once she caught on to what I was doing, and figured out how to move her hips to position her goodies in just the right location so I didn't have to hold her, I let my hands wander up her body to play with those magnificent titties. They felt just as good as they looked, and I began to wonder what they would taste like.

Before I could orchestrate a change of position that would allow me to satisfy my curiosity, Becky began to shake and moan, in the throes of another orgasm. She lowered her vagina tightly down over my mouth. She was delightfully orgasmic. I put my hands back on her hips, partly to encourage her movements, and partly for self-preservation. My lips and cheeks were wet with her vaginal secretions. I gave her one more good lick, before she rolled off of my face, lying next to me.

I pushed myself up to my elbows, and went back to watching Debbie give me what was maybe the best blow job I had ever had. I started to pant as I felt my balls tighten in preparation for a delivery of seminal fluid. I put my hands in Debbie's hair, as a warning that I was about to ejaculate. I wasn't sure if she liked man cream in her mouth or not.

"Are you gonna cum in her mouth?" Becky asked, watching Debbie mouth working on my hardness intently.

"I think so," I squeaked, as I felt the hot stream moving its way up my shaft.

Debbie sat back suddenly, and finished me off with her hand, not that my body really needed much encouragement by then. Hot semen shot out onto my stomach, the first squirt landing far up on my chest. It was a pretty impressive eruption if I do say so myself. Debbie kept working at me until my spasms stopped, and I was drained.

"Wow, " Becky exclaimed, "that was neat. I wonder what that would feel like inside me?"

Yeah, I kind of wondered that too.

"Have you ever let a guy do that in your mouth?" Becky asked.

"Uh-huh, a couple times by accident," Debbie said, "before I learned when to move to get out of the way. I don't really like it. It tastes OK, but if you don't swallow all of it right away, it kind of gets caught in your throat. That's kinda gross."

"Let me taste it." Becky drug a finger through the pool of cum around my belly button, frosting the end, then licked it carefully. "Hmmm, kind of salty, but not like potato chips. You taste weird, Ike".

By now I was beginning to gather my thoughts and think like an adult again. I told Becky to get dressed, while I cleaned myself up. I was a little surprised when Debbie stood on tiptoe and gave me a quick kiss. "Thanks for letting me try that on a real man," she whispered.

"My pleasure," I replied, never meaning it more.

Debbie skipped down the back stairs of the truck, none the worse for wear. Becky opened the window again, and gave Debbie a wave as she headed home. "Well, what's next?" she asked, assuming that she was still my helper for the rest of the day.

"Um, I usually just go down to the park at the bottom of the hill and sit around for awhile. Not many kids find me there, so it's a good place to rest before I take the truck back in."

"OK, let's go," my eager aide said, sliding into the passenger seat in the front of the truck.

I didn't bother to turn on that stupid music, I really wasn't prowling for anymore business that day. We drove slowly down the block. Humbert dead-ended at Elm, but if you didn't make a left or right on Elm and just crossed it, you entered a small, wooded park. There was a scruffy playground there, too unattractive for video-game obsessed kids to be interested in, and a place for walking dogs. Usually at this time of day, I had it to myself, which is what I liked. If somebody happened to come along, I was always willing to make a sale, but it didn't bother me if I got to spend the last half-hour of my day in peace and quiet, parked under a big oak tree.

But today I had my chatty friend with me. Becky was going on and on about blow jobs, getting her cunnie (her word, surprisingly Victorian) licked, the taste of semen; a non-stop stream-of-consciousness review of the last couple of hours. I was actually enjoying her monologue, still somewhat bemused by her combination of naiveté and perversity. I was beginning to gather that she wasn't as dumb as she acted. She had shown a lot of initiative and confidence in getting Debbie to demonstrate her talents for me.

Just as Becky began to run out of steam and quiet down, two of my regular park customers showed up. The Gleason sisters, sixteen-year-old Keri and her fourteen-year-old sister Melissa, always brightened my day when they came by. They weren't quite as attractive as some of the other girls on Humbert, but what they may have lacked in beauty they made up for with audaciousness. Keri especially loved to try and make me blush with her outrageous suggestions and dirty jokes. I had always wondered if all their dirty talk was just that, talk, or if they were the dirty little girls they tried to act like. This seemed like the day to find out.

I wasn't too surprised to find out that Becky knew them; it seemed like she was the social queen bee of the neighborhood. "Hi girls," she greeted, "what would you like today?"

"What are you doing in there"" Keri asked.

Becky quickly explained about my new open-door policy, and before I knew it Keri and Melissa had joined us in the truck. It was a bit crowded now with the four of us, but I didn't mind. My tour guide Becky didn't waste time with the "look for the ice cream" game, instead she jumped right into a description of our adventures that afternoon. I almost stopped her, but decided instead to stay quiet and see how Keri and Melissa reacted.

"...and Debbie made him shoot stuff almost up to his chin. It was awesome!" Becky exclaimed

I was standing next to Becky, quietly observing as Keri and Melissa's eyes widened with each new revelation. "Wow," Keri said after a moment of silence. "So...just how big is your...thing?" she asked, staring at me.

I wasn't too surprised that she asked me that. Like I said, Keri had a penchant for being bold and naughty. But now it was time to find out if she was as hard-core as she acted. "Why don't you find out." I whispered, trying to sound as sexy as I could.

Once again, Becky was my eager accomplice. Without hesitation she unzipped my pants again, and pulled my still somewhat tender tool back out of hiding. I was surprised to feel it engorging so quickly under the awkward and rough handling that Becky was giving it. I thought Debbie had sucked all the energy out of me, along with about a quart of cum, but with one young girl jacking me off, and two others watching intently, I was pleased to see John Henry ready for duty again in just a few seconds.

"Gosh, that's the biggest one I've ever seen." Melissa broke her silence at last.

"And just how many have you seen?" Becky teased, still massaging my now fully-erect boner.

"More than you, I bet," the younger Gleason sister responded. This was turning into some kind of crazy I'm-better-than-you kids game.

Keri put an end to their silly bickering. "I don't care, I just know I want to try that on for size. How about you, Mel, you want some of that too?"

Something about that question made my cock twitch. Could I be that lucky, was I about to sample both of the Gleason girls?

Melissa answered her sister's question in deed rather than word, quickly taking her clothes off. Keri smiled and answered the challenge. In just a few seconds, both girls were standing naked in front of me. Melissa's body, surprisingly, seemed more mature than her older sister's. She had well-formed breasts, with large, dark areolas and nipples that stood out, begging to be caressed. Her hips widen out from her waist in a very adult way, and her pubes were topped by an abundance of dark curls. Even standing with her legs still tightly together, I could see her crimson inner pussy lips protruding slightly, hinting at the delights hidden between her well-formed thighs.

Keri, the older, more aggressive girl, had smaller tits, almost little-girl like, with tiny pink nipples. Her hips were more slender too, giving her almost a boyish figure. And strangest of all, her mons was decorated with just the slightest hint of pubic hair. She looked more like Becky down there than she did her sister. I wondered for a moment if the girls had been fooling me, that Melissa was really the older of the sisters.

If Keri was uncomfortable with her appearance in comparison with her sister, she certainly didn't show it. She was as bold and bossy totally nude as she was clothed. "Just gonna stand there with your tongue and willie both hangin' out, or are you gonna join us," she taunted me.

I got her message and started disrobing. "Oh well," I head Becky sigh, "I guess I might as well join the party." Thirty seconds later, the four of us were standing in the tight confines of my truck, staring at each other like a bunch of new recruits at a nudist colony.

"Geez, Beck," Keri said, "I didn't know your tits were that big. I guess I should feel bad, looks like mine are the smallest in the group, but you know what, I don't think Ike is thinking about tits right now. Is that right, Ike?"

She was right of course. I was like a kid in a candy story with five dollars to spend; I didn't know where to start. Fortunately, I didn't have to decide, Keri took charge. She turned and spotted the work counter across from the main freezer. She grabbed a towel and put in on the counter. She hopped up and sat on the edge, raising and spreading her legs as if challenging me to take her right there. She put her heels on the counter, exposing all her hidden charms to my view. I reached down and gave her pussy a quick probe with my index finger. I wasn't too surprised to find that she was already wet. These amazing girls didn't seem to need much foreplay, but I didn't want to try to force my way inside a tight pussy unless I knew it was ready for visitors.

Keri moaned contentedly as I continued my digital explorations, using two fingers now. She still felt a little dry for my liking, so I licked my fingers and tried to coax more of her own moisture to appear. She responded by lifting her hips off the counter and pushing herself at me, with a rhythmic movement that hinted at more than a little experience in the lovemaking department. These girls today, I sighed to myself. She pushed her pussy toward me aggressively again. "Come on, Ike," she urged, "I'm ready."

"Are you sure," I checked one more time, sliding a third finger into her briefly as I stepped up close to her.

"Yes, damnit, fuck me!" she snapped, glaring at me like a true bitch in heat.

There was nothing romantic or shy about her approach to love-making, she just wanted my cock inside her, with seemingly no concerns about discomfort. So I obliged, stepping up to the counter and sliding my dick against her slit. I slid the head of my cock up and down between her lips, until I finally felt a few drops of natural lubricant emanating from her. My dick was already dripping with pre-cum, and together with Keri's emissions, it felt like things were at last slick enough to make entry easy and comfortable. I pushed forward, not all that gently, and as she grunted in response to my intrusion, I felt my shaft pushing into her hot box, almost halfway in on the first stroke. I was grateful to find that inside she was a lot wetter than around the entrance. I pulled almost all the way out, and pushed back in, all the way to the hilt this time.

I stopped there, with my pubic hairs ticking her mound, letting her get used to the feeling. I looked over at Melissa, and saw her staring intently at the point where my man root disappeared into her sister. She was fingering her cunt with one hand, and massaging her breast with the other, teasing an eraser-sized, brown nipple, squeezing and stretching it out with two fingers. Even standing there, buried in Keri's pussy, I found myself already wondering what her younger sister felt like.

Keri grew impatient, wanting my full attention, and lifted her hips off the counter again, demonstrating a wonderful corkscrew motion. She pushed her hips back at me again. "Come on, Ike, please, more...more...deeper."

I turned my attention back to job one, ignoring Melissa for a moment. Now I was emboldened, certain that even though Keri was only sixteen, she was experienced enough, and ready for, a real adult fucking. I put my hands over her shoulders, to hold her close, while I started to really pile drive into her. As if to reassure me that she could take all I had to offer, she wrapped her legs around my hips, her feet drumming into my butt each time I pushed deep into her.

Just as I was really getting into fucking Keri, I was startled to feel a hand on my balls. I looked over my shoulder and saw Becky kneeling behind me. "Is this where the cream comes from?" she asked, playing dumb blonde again.

"Hey, be careful there," I warned. But she seemed to know what she was doing, handling my jewels with all the care they deserved. I think her question was a joke, but with Becky I could never be sure. Melissa answered her anyway.

"Yeah, when you feel them get all tight and squirmy, it means the guy is about to shoot."

I didn't even want to think about how a fourteen-year-old had obtained that knowledge. Apparently I was even more out of touch with the way kids were affected by growing up in our permissive society than I realized.

"Let me feel," Melissa said, as Becky relinquished her hold on me and I felt Mel's warm hand replace it.

Keri began bucking against me harder, and I forgot about the other girls and their interest in my testicles. "Oh God....oh god...Ike....damn it....do it now, now, now." She was pleading for a climax like a condemned man pleading for mercy. I put my hands under her upraised hips, cupping her small ass easily in my hands. Now that I was supporting her weight, her hands were free, and she reached down between our bodies and began tweaking her clit. Between the increased urgency of our intercourse and the additional stimulation she was giving her love button, it was only a few seconds before she let me, and everyone else, know that I had been successful.

"Ohhhh, shit....crap....damn....that's so good. I feel like my insides melted on that one." Keri slumped over, resting her head on my shoulder. I set her back down on the counter, my cock still buried deep inside her. I wasn't too surprised when she sprang back to life a few seconds later, apparently ready for more.

I pulled out, still erect but ready for a break. It had been quite an afternoon.

"You're still hard," Keri announced, as if I everyone couldn't see my flagpole sticking out straight in front of me, slick with Keri's juices. "Good. Mel, come on, we can play that game we've been talking about."

"Oh, cool idea, sis!"

"What game?" I asked, standing there with my dick waving around like some kind of deranged snake.

Keri explained what they were talking about as she spread some towels on the floor. "Ike, you've heard of Whack-a-Mole?" I nodded, helping her arrange the two large towels, even though I still didn't know what she had in mind.

"Well, this one is called Poke-a-Hole. It's something Mel and I have been talking about doing for a few months, but we haven't found the right guy to try it with. Here, it'll be easier if we just show you rather than try to explain. Come on, Mel."

Melissa got down on her hands and knees on the carefully arranged towels. Keri threw a leg over her sister's ass, then bent forward, supporting herself on her extended arms. Now I was faced with the delightful sight of their two round moons facing me. Melissa's ass was bigger and rounder than Keri's, but Keri's had a nice, tight heart-shape that just begged to be caressed. It made a nice set. Then I looked a little closer, and suddenly understood what Poke-a-Hole was all about. From top to bottom, in a column of delightful possibilities, I saw Melissa's pussy, her puckered anus, Keri's still wet cunt, and her tight little starfish on top of the array.

"I get it," Becky declared, displaying again her gift for stating the obvious. "Ike gets to pick which hole he wants to poke."

"I think I get the picture, Beck. So, girls, any hole?"

Keri looked over her shoulder. "Anything but Mel's butt. She hasn't had anything up there yet. But if you want to try, mine is open for business."

I knelt down between the girls' legs, almost overwhelmed by the choices in front of me. For the first time in my life, I actually thought having two cocks might be a good idea. Since I had just sampled Keri's teen twat, I knew my first target had to be Melissa's younger, and maybe sweeter, berry. I didn't even hesitate this time, assuming that Melissa's self-stimulation while she had been watching me plug her sister had left her nice and juicy. I lined up, glancing down to make sure I was aimed at the right target, then pushed my knob into Mel's tight little slit. Her opening was more receptive than I expected, and I found myself all the way inside her preteen twat easier than I had expected. I started a slow, deep motion, enjoying the sensation of the tight grasp of her inner lips on each inch of my shaft as I slide slowly in and out of her.

I could have easily kept that up for a long time, but Keri twitched her rear end in my face, letting me know that she wanted some attention too. I felt a little sorry for her, she wasn't in the most comfortable position, bent over her sister and supporting her own weight like that, so I decided to give her something to keep her entertained. I licked two fingers, and plugged them back into her still-slick love hole. That seemed to do the trick; she started moaning in delight again.

I was curious about just how "open for business" her ass was, so I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, turned my hand over, plunged the two fingers now covered in Keri juice into her anus, while I let my thumb take over the job of stimulating her vagina. Somewhat to my surprise, my fingers slid up into her ass to the second knuckle with very little fuss or bother. Oh, don't get me wrong, her sphincter was still very tight, but she had enough control over it to accept my digits without cutting off circulation. And she didn't seem to be in any pain.

"Keri looks like a bowling ball," Becky joked. I had almost forgotten about her, but she was standing right beside me, watching everything that was going on with wide-eyed interest. I leaned over and without thinking about it gave her a deep, tongue-probing kiss. She responded by practically burying her tongue down my throat. I swear it felt like my dick got a little harder when she did that, if it was possible. And that was about as close as I came to erotically entertaining three girls at the same time.

I decided it was time to poke another hole, so I pulled out of Melissa's warmth, straightened the kink in my back out a little, and aligned myself against Keri's pussy. I tried to be analytical as I entered her again; comparing the feel of her cunt to Melissa. If anything, even with all that Keri had been through in the last few minutes, she seemed to actually feel a little tighter than her younger sister. But that may have had more to do with the slightly different angle of penetration I was using. I suspected that Melissa's attention span was just as short as her sister's, so I once again used my fingers as a second penis, wiggling them around in Mel's now dilated opening.

I gave her clit a brief massage with my thumb, just to see if she liked it. As it turned out, she was quite sensitive there. After a minute or so of sliding my thumb all around her hard button, Mel began to react very much like her sister when she had her orgasm. I decided to bring her to a peak the traditional way, and quickly switched my attack from Keri's hole back to Melissa's. Just before I reentered her quim, I looked down and saw that her vaginal opening was now an inviting little, round hole. It was still small enough to provide a stimulating amount of friction, but inviting enough to easily accept my tool.

While I devoted my efforts to bringing Melissa to a full and satisfying climax, Becky surprised me yet again by coming to my assistance. She plunged two fingers into Keri's pussy, and imitated the technique I had used. From the way that Keri pushed back against Becky's hand, it appeared that she approved of Becky's efforts. "More, Beck," she sighed, looking over her shoulder and smiling at her friend.

Becky obliged by putting a third finger in Keri's honey pot. "Geez, she's really wet," Becky observed.

"Oh god, Becky, that's it...that's it.. Ok, wiggle your fingers around a little. Damn, that's weird, but good. Now...push them in and out...yeah...like that...like Ike fucks me, but faster....faster. Shit, here I go again!"

While Becky was getting Keri off, my efforts to bring delight to Melissa were meeting with the same kind of results. She pushed her ass back against me so hard I almost fell over. "Wow Ike, please don't stop....not yet....a little more...ohhh...ohhh....goddamn it!" These girls weren't just easy to get off, they were very vocal about sharing their delight also.

Without realizing it, I had begun rubbing Becky's slit. I don't even remember reaching over to her, but I had one of my fingers deep into her slit, as deep as I dared with a virgin, and another was seeking her clit again. This time it was easier to find, and even though she didn't seem to get the same delight from that very private part of her body as the Gleason girls did, she seemed to be enjoying my efforts to include her in our games.

There was just one prize I hadn't claimed. I noticed that Keri's orgasm had caused her anus to relax a little, and what had appeared to be an opening just barely able to accept my fingers was now, as she had said, "open for business". I felt like I was playing Skee-Ball, with several holes lined up in a row in front of me, with the highest valued, and hardest to hit, target at the top. But I was determined. I had to stand up now to get a proper angle of attack, and to give me enough leverage to enter what looked like would be a challenging entrance. I pressed the head of my dick against Keri's asshole, and paused for a moment to make sure she was still cool with the idea. When she pushed her butt back up toward me in encouragement, I returned her gesture with a push of my own pelvis.

She was tight, almost painfully so, but my shaft was still wet enough from both girl's cunts that I was able to manage a little in-and-out motion. I only got maybe an inch or so into her dark treasure, and I didn't stay long because it really wasn't that comfortable. I sensed from Keri's reaction that it really wasn't that much fun for her either. But, in all, it was something I will always be glad I tried. I can always make it sound a little better each time I tell the story as I grow older, right?

When I finally gave up sodomizing Keri, both she and Melissa collapsed in a heap on the towels, in erotic exhaustion. I was left there, still on my knees, my still-hard cock waving in front of me, and with my fingers still busy teaching Becky the wonders of digital stimulation. I would like to say that I got her off too, but before I could achieve that goal, she turned her attention to my stiffness.

"Can I make it shoot, like Debbie did?"

I sat back on my heels, nearly exhausted. "Sure Becky, I think I'm almost ready, so be careful."

"OK. Let's see, she grabbed it like this...."

"Hey! Not so hard." I complained. "Get a good grip, but not too tight."

"Like this? Boy, it's really slippery, I hope I can hold on to it....up and down like this, right? More....faster? Like this? Oh gee, I guess so. Man I got it all over my hand. Hey, it didn't shoot out as far this time. What happened?"

I started to give her an explanation of the ejaculatory process in men, and how amazing it was that I could even produce two orgasms so closely together, much less match the power of my first outburst, but soon decided not to bother. I let the girls each have their favorite ice cream treat while I tried to clean up the truck. It seemed like the least I could do. They ate their goodies silently while we all got dressed. As the Gleason girls were leaving, Keri turned and said, "We should do this again some day soon. OK, Ike?"

I smiled, but said nothing. Of course it was OK, but I still realized deep in the sane part of my mind that I probably would never see any of them again. It would just be too dangerous. Even though they were all promiscuous and adventurous, it was unlikely that teen age girls like that could keep quiet about our little games.

Once I got the truck more or less straightened up, I told Becky I would take her back home on my way back to the warehouse.

"Not yet, Ike," she said, more serious than she had been before. "There' something else I'd like to try today."

For a moment I thought she was going to tell me that she wanted to give me her virginity. I was ready to tell her that after all the sex I had had that afternoon, it was highly unlikely that I could achieve enough of an erection to do the trick. Instead, she had one more surprise for me.

"When you were sticking you thing in Keri's ass, I got kind of jealous. I want to try that."

"Becky, anal sex can be kind of tricky, especially the first time. For it to be a good experience takes a lot of buildup, preparation, and practice. I don't think..."

"Oh, don't worry. I've been practicing."

"Huh?"

"When Keri told me a few months ago that she was trying anal sex, I decided that would be a good way for me to keep my virginity, but still be popular with the boys. So I've been trying to get my tiny asshole ready for it."

"And just exactly how does a girl your age do that?"

"I've been sticking stuff like pens and pencils up my butt for quite a while, just to see what it felt like. But one day, when I was poking around my parents' bedroom, I found a tube of something call Anal-Eze in my Mom's underwear drawer. I didn't know Mom and Dad were into things like that, but whatever. Anyway, I borrowed it and tried it one afternoon when I was home alone. It made the small stuff I had been experimenting with slide in a lot easier, so I tried something bigger."

"Bigger?"

"Yeh, I used a big Magic Marker from my Dad's desk. It wasn't real easy, but I finally got to where I could slide that thing in and out. I even tried to sleep with it stuck in me, but it kept popping out. Kinda felt like I was pooping my bed, so I didn't try that again. A few days later I even tried a broomstick."

"A broomstick? Didn't that hurt?"

"Oh, only a little, but I didn't push it in too far anyway. I was just playing around. But when I saw your dick sticking out of Keri's ass, it reminded me of what I looked like with the broomstick in mine."

"What it looked like?"

"Oh yeah, I did all of my experimenting lying in a position where I could see myself in the mirror on the back of my bedroom door."

"You are a very unusual young lady, Becky."

"Hah," Becky laughed. "That's what my Dad says sometimes."

"So," I asked, "are you sure you want to try this?" I wasn't sure I was up for it either, but it seemed like this was my day, and I might never have one like it again. Even if it killed me, I was going to try to take Becky's backdoor cherry, if that's what she really wanted.

"Well, I don't suppose you have any of that Eze stuff around, do you?"

"Afraid not, but I have something that might work almost as well."

"What?"

"Here," I reached over Becky to the shelf above her head. I kept a bottle of moisturizer there, because handling frozen goods all day tended to make my skin dry out and crack. It was very slick also. Any port in a storm, as they say. By now Becky was getting good at unzipping my pants and fishing my dick out. But this time it was in a sad state, limp and a little inflamed from all the friction. The prospect of plowing into another tight orifice just then seemed like more of a duty than a delight. But I had promised Becky I would try, and she had been very good to me that day so I felt like I owed it to her.

"Uh, I need to be really hard to get into your ass, I'm afraid. You understand, right?"

"Sure, Ike!" she beamed. "I'm not stupid. So, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, you could try something like Debbie did."

"Wait a minute," Becky protested, shaking my cock in her hand as she made her point. "I know where this thing has been lately, and you want me to put it in my mouth?"

"OK, OK, you've got a point. But, look, what you're doing now seems to be working anyway."

Sure enough, just being held in her hot little hand was bringing some life back to my tool. She began jacking me off again, with that special two-handed technique that she seemed to be a natural at. She spit on her palm and rubbed her hands together, then gripped me tightly with first one hand then the other, using a milking motion as she moved from the root to the head, adding a tantalizing little twist at the end of each stroke. I wondered who had been giving her lessons; I didn't think there were any middle school boys who had that kind of knowledge.

"I think you should consider a career in religion," I sighed, "cuz you're working a miracle right now."

"Are you ready now, my arms are getting' tired," she complained. "How do you want to do it?"

Amazingly, Becky had restored my manhood to a condition close enough to full erection for me to at least try a backdoor entry. I spread the towels down on the floor again while she undressed. It was getting to be a routine. I gestured for her to lie down, face up.

"Can you make your knees touch your ears?" I teased.

"Gee, I don't know...let me try...there, is that close enough?"

"That looks fine. Now, grab your knees and hold them up there." In that position, all of her goodies were on display. Her pussy lips were still a little red from the stimulation both of us had been applying to them a little while ago, but her slit was still tightly shut. I grabbed a coat that I kept in the truck and stuffed it under her little butt, raising it up an extra inch or so, to bring her tight, brown hole closer to where my prick was aimed.

I squirted some of the moisturizer on my finger, and gently probed her tightly clenched anus. Before I could get very far, she stopped me. "Wait," she said, "let me relax a little bit more." The 'practicing' she had been doing to prepare for anal sex must have involved more than just ramming phallic shaped things up her butt. Somewhere along the line she had learned some sophisticated, yoga-like relaxation techniques. She closed her eyes, and took some deep breaths. Each time she exhaled I could feel her puckered little hole opening up a little more. I quickly greased the head of my shaft with the moisturizer and pushed harder against that small circle. My prick still looked way to big to fit into her tiny butt, but I remembered that she had put a broomstick in there, so I pressed on. My first few thrusts still weren't successful. Her tight hole rejected my thrusts, and my dick just slid up toward her pussy or down under her ass. When my cock slid up against her pu ssy lips, I was tempted to just go ahead and take that cherry, but I didn't want to do anything Becky wasn't ready for.

I decided to go back to a position that had worked for me when I had tried anal sex with my high school girlfriend. Of course we had both been pretty drunk that night, but at least that time I had managed to get it in. I told Becky to roll over onto her stomach. At first she got in a doggy position, up on her hands and knees, but I pressed down on her back until she was lying on her belly. I put the coat under her pelvis to raise her hips slightly and lay down on top of her. My cock was rubbing her ass crack. I let myself play there for a moment, then slipped my hand between our bodies and positioned it properly. This time, her orifice was a little more open, and I felt the tip of my dick make some progress into her depths. I got it far enough in that it stayed without me having to hold it there. I settled down on top of Becky, almost covering her with my body, enjoying the unique feeling of being in her tight, young anus.

"Are you OK," I whispered in her ear.

"Uh, yeah, except I can't breath very well."

I shifted my weight to my arms, and she sighed in relief. Then I began to push myself a little further into her, very slowly and carefully. Her sphincter was so tight that the friction was irritating my already worn-out prick, but the pain was worth it. I looked down, watching my cock slowly disappearing into that little ass. It was an amazing sight, and so was the sensation. Once I got used to the tight grip, the feel of her ass as I moved faster in and out of her was almost as good as Keri and Mel's pussies had been.

Almost, but not quite. Let's admit it guys, nothing feels like a pussy, especially a young tight one. But fucking a young girl in the ass is a unique and wonderful experience in its own right. It's even better when the girl you are drilling is enjoying it also. And Becky was, apparently. Instead of just lying there like a zombie, letting me fuck her ass, now she was getting into the act, pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts. I still didn't try to get more than a few inches into her, afraid of damaging the tender insides of her thirteen-year-old body, but that seemed to be good enough for both of us.

Now that she had her hips raised a bit, she had room to reach under her stomach and finger her pussy. I felt like as long as I could maintain my erection, I could go on this way for hours without cumming, and settled into a slow, steady rhythm while Becky continued to finger herself. At last, after what seemed like an hour or so, but probably was three or four minutes, I heard her moaning in delight. I stopped moving, letting her finish herself off with her hand. I was happy for her, having an orgasm the first time she tried anal sex was sure to influence the rest of her life. I knew I had done her future boyfriends a big favor.

When she finally pulled her hand away and settled back down on the towels, I began moving more deliberately, thinking only of my own delight now. In the tight grasp of her nether opening, I was, much to my amazement, finally able to work up to a third orgasm. It was just a squirt or two, but I was still satisfied that I had been able to give her a semen enema to bring our adventure to a successful end.

I carefully slid my abused weapon out of her ass, pausing as I did so to enjoy the sight of her dilated anus slowly closing up after I withdrew, with a few drops of my white cream squeezed out just as it closed completely. It looked like I had done no lasting damage; her little brown asterisk looked as tightly clenched as when I had first seen it. I flopped back on the floor, exhausted. Becky rolled over on an elbow and gave me a big smile. I couldn't talk, and for once, I don't think she wanted to. We just sat there, grinning at each other. I was so worn out I started to fall asleep. I knew I needed to take Becky home, and get the truck turned in, but I was so tired....

First Ending

...suddenly I was aware of a bright light in my face. I cracked my eyes open, and all I could see was white. Everything was white, the walls of the room, the sheets I was lying on, and the uniform of the woman leaning over me.

"Oh, you're back," she said. "You've been unconscious for almost twelve hours. That was quite a blow to the head you took. How do you feel, Mr. Bleven?"

"Uhh...headache," was all I could mumble.

"I'll bet," she smiled. Easy for her to smile, her head wasn't exploding. "It looks like you were having some nice dreams anyway," she said.

I looked down to see the sheet had been pulled back. I had an erection that was standing straight up, very obvious in my hospital gown. I tried to pull the sheet over me, embarrassed that she had seen me like that.

So, the whole thing had been a dream or hallucination brought on by conking my head? Or had it? I didn't think even my demented imagination could have come up with all those details.

"You know, Ike, it's quite a coincidence that you ended up here."

"Coincidence?" My head was still foggy.

"Sure. I mean, it was my daughter who found you, and then you end up here in my ward, on my shift."

"Is your daughter's name Becky?"

"Yes, that's her. Quite a young lady, isn't she? She thinks the world of you. She talks about her friend Ice Cream Ike all the time. All the girls in the neighborhood seem to be charmed by you in fact."

Now that I knew who she was, I could see the resemblance. Other than a few age lines, Sue, as her name tag read, looked a lot like a grown up version of Becky. It was easy to see where Becky had gotten her large knockers.

"Would you like for me to take care of that for you?" she asked, looking at my boner like a vampire looking at a throbbing artery in a neck.

"Umm, what do you mean?"

"Let me show you. Actually I consider myself pretty good at this."

Before I could resist, Sue had pushed the flimsy gown up around my waist, and had a firm grasp on my prick. She paused to grab a bottle of lotion, daubed some on her palm, and rubbed it on my shaft.

"Looks like you need some TLC, Ike. This poor thing looks like it's been through the wringer. Is your girlfriend a nympho, or do you jack off a lot? Somebody's been practically wearing a hole in your rig."

Once again she didn't really wait for me to answer. She began working on me with both hands, using the same twist-at-the-end technique that her daughter had. And that, along with the wear and tear on my sensitive parts seemed to indicate that it had actually happened, it hadn't all all been in my imagination. It made me feel a little uneasy to realize that the mother of the young girl I had screwed in the ass a few hours ago was now giving me a pretty good hand job. Good enough that I was even forgetting my headache.

"You know, Ike," she kept on talking and massaging my cock at the same time, very business-like and efficient. "My husband is going to be out of town this weekend, and I've told Becky she could have a slumber party. I think it would be a great idea if you dropped by Saturday night, and brought the girls some treats. Do you think you could do that for me, Ike? I think I can promise you it will be lots of fun."

Before I could answer, I felt one of Sue's fingers pressing into my ass, and she began massaging my prostate while stroking my cock harder and faster. It only took a few seconds of that to cause my balls to tighten and my seed to spurt out again. Probably because of the prostate massage, this time I ejaculated almost as far as I had when Debbie had been the operator of my joy stick.

"So, Ike," she asked as she cleaned me up. "Can you drop by Saturday night?"

"Oh, yes. And I'll bring lots of treats," I smiled at her, closed my eyes, and went back to sleep.

Second Ending

...suddenly I was aware of a bright light in my face. I cracked my eyes open, and all I could see was white. Everything was white, the walls of the room, the sheets I was lying on, and the uniform of the woman leaning over me.

"Oh, you're back," she said. "You've been unconscious for almost twelve hours. That was quite a blow to the head you took. How do you feel, Mr. Bleven?"

"Uhh...headache," was all I could mumble.

"I'll bet," she smiled. Easy for her to smile, her head wasn't exploding. "It looks like you were having some nice dreams anyway," she said.

I looked down to see the sheet had been pulled back. My hospital gown was damp and crusty, from what I could only assume were the wet dream movies my imagination had been playing. Amazingly, even though it looked like I had cum several times, my prick was still hard, standing almost straight up under the gown. I tried to pull the sheet back up, embarrassed that anyone, even a nurse, could see me in that condition.

But she stopped me from covering myself. "Oh, let me help you with that. I know how to take care of that."

Before I could object, she gripped my now exposed hardness, and started giving me a two-handed tug job, using the same twisting motion that Becky had. Or that she had in my dream, I reminded myself. But...how could I explain the fact that I had dreamed something that was actually happening now? My head was still too fuzzy to deal with discrepancies like that just then.

"There's just one thing that bothers me, Ike," she said, still massaging my manhood very efficiently. "When I first came in here a couple of hours ago, it sounded like you were talking to yourself. I leaned closer to hear what you were saying, and I have to admit I was shocked to hear you talking about doing some really nasty things with the Gleason girls."

I didn't know what to say to that, but I began to feel a little frightened. After all, this was Becky's mother working me over. Her next statement confirmed my worst fears.

"And then when I came back just now, I heard you mumbling again. This time you were talking about screwing my daughter in the butt, and you had a big smile on your face. You know, I think you have a lot of nasty, dirty thoughts in your demented little brain about the girls in our neighborhood, and I just don't think you can be trusted around them anymore. So, Ike, my little massage really isn't for your enjoyment, it's just to make sure that you are nice and hard when I do this."

I tried to sit up, but someone had tied a restraint around my chest. I raised my head as far as I could, and saw the flash as she pulled a metal object out of her pocket. I'm not a doctor, but even I could recognize a scalpel. I knew this wasn't going to end well, as I felt her holding my cock firmly in one hand as she.....