Locked
Up Naked in the Bathroom Together (Chapter 3)
by Sterling
After
the morning filling, emptying, and rinsing, they gathered in a circle
and screamed for help and waited 30 seconds. They repeated this four
times in all. After the last they waited closer to a minute. No reply,
no hint of activity, not even the rustling of clothing of some imagined
person monitoring on the other side of the door.
"What day is it today?" asked Jim in a loud, strong voice.
"June third," shouted the others in near-unison.
"How many days have we been together?"
"Twenty-two!"
The
group sat in a ragged circle. The morning lesson was more chemistry --
the bits of it Jim could remember. Today they would go over once more
the atomic numbers of the common elements and the relationship of that
number to valence and chemical bonds. A grown-up lecturing some kids
sitting in a circle -- an entirely common activity. It's true that it
was a very tight circle. It's true that the students' breasts were on
full display, filled out on Anne, well along on Liz, totally absent on
Kira but coming in noticeably on Caroline -- Jim thought he could see
the difference in just three weeks. It's true that in their
cross-legged position the vulval slits were visible on the girls, along
with whatever sort of pubic hair the girl had. It's true that the
professor's cock flopped casually to one side, his ball sack visible
beneath.
As he spoke that morning, Liz opened herself up down
below enough that she stayed open a bit, then idly ran one finger
around her nipple while she licked her lips, looking at Jim steadily.
Not again! He tried to ignore her, but his body had other ideas. Kira
pointed when the floppy cock had lengthened and started to rise off of
Jim's leg, stopping the lesson. Jim in turn pointed a stern finger at
Liz and tried to formulate a suitable punishment. Perhaps Liz saw from
his expression that she was really pissing him off, because she softly
said, "Sorry" and behaved herself.
The facilities they had
allowed unlimited rinsing but no washing. However much they rinsed it,
their hair was still oily. Anne experimented with using some of the
nutritious goop as a shampoo, but it didn't work. Liz had a few large
pimples, and Caroline got her first one.
There were no cutting
facilities either. Head hair grows slowly and no change was apparent at
once. But Jim's beard grew in. Hair appeared in the armpits of Liz and
Anne, and the latter complained of scratchy legs.
All of them
got anxious and depressed about their predicament at times. Kira and
Caroline in particular were often comforted by a long hug from one of
the older girls. Jim felt it too, but he kept his worries to himself.
When the negative energy threatened to spread to three of the girls, he
intervened. He spoke again about the need to make lemonade out of
lemons, of how whoever their captors were, they seemed more sexually
kinky than cruel, and he had faith that they would all be released in
time.
Occasionally the five of them reminisced about the simple
foods they would never take for granted again: a cold soda, a hot
sticky slice of pizza, the crunch of cereal with milk, the special
delight arising from a chocolate melting in one's mouth.
Physically
there were drawbacks such as sore spots from sleeping on ceramic tile
and neck discomfort from having no pillow. Sometimes Jim found it too
warm.
He also realized that in some respects this situation was
a dream come true -- confined with two hot teen lovers. Had he been
determined to never give in to his urges with either of them, it would
have been a torment. But he and the girls were consummating their
desires, and it was immensely satisfying. The idea that he had two
lovers with such fresh and eager bodies at once felt like almost too
much bounty.
What made him uneasy was Caroline. She was the
prettiest of them all, and probably the smartest. Her reserve and dry
humor gave her the most appealing personality from his point of view.
He wasn't bothered to find her sexy -- the nipples were there with the
breasts filling in behind, her hips were wider than a child's, and the
fuzz between her legs was a promise of more to come.
What
bothered him was that he wanted her. Badly. He had two other lovers who
wanted him and were his for the asking. But he wanted Caroline. She was
clearly attracted to him, and he had little doubt that were it just the
two of them locked up in the bathroom they would be involved
passionately. He might not be penetrating her, but he'd be licking her
to orgasms and spurting his seed onto her stomach. In his mind she was
willing to take him in her mouth as long as he didn't come there, and
this fantasy brought his cock strongly to life.
But Caroline
gave him no encouragement. Perhaps unlike the other two, her lust
wasn't yet full-blown. Maybe she wanted to give herself to a man who
would be true to her and her alone -- it made sense and he liked her
all the more for it. He had a fantasy of giving up Liz and Anne,
swearing to Caroline that she was now his one and only lover. But along
with the bad feelings that would bring to their little five-person
emotional pressure cooker, he knew it would never work. After a week of
Caroline, he would desperately want the others too. Still, his desire
for Caroline was intense.
So during one of their private little
chats in the little nook by the door, he found himself as nervous as a
schoolboy. "Caroline," he said. "I've got something to ask you, and I'm
really nervous. But... Could I kiss you? Just once?"
She looked at him, then looked away.
He continued, "I know I'm involved with Anne and Liz, but you're so
beautiful and so wonderful..."
"I don't want to do sexy things," she said.
"Yeah,
I know. And I don't either -- I mean, I know you don't. But it would be
wonderful to just kiss you, maybe at most hug, very gently -- later, if
you wanted."
He could see her struggling with herself. "Well... OK," said Caroline.
"One kiss."
As his face approached hers slowly, she offered her lips, though she
didn't move towards him.
Ever
so slowly the lips came together and touched, once. That satisfied the
bargain, but he pulled back just a half inch. Caroline reached forward
then, and there was a second kiss. When she pulled back, he waited
several seconds before reaching forward to give her one. She then
pulled away more definitively.
Caroline sighed. "Just a kiss, huh?" She pointed to his lap, where a
very hard erection was prominently on display.
"It's
just my body... I can't help it... It doesn't mean I'll do anything
with it... You know if I want that kind of satisfaction, I can get
it..."
"Yeah, right down Liz's throat," she murmured.
"And some day, if it felt right to you, I'd love to sleep beside you.
Maybe hug for a few minutes before we go to sleep."
"Anne and Liz wouldn't like that."
"Maybe
not. But they'll get used to it. They're already sharing me with each
other, and I told them when it all began that if you ever got
interested they'd have to share me with you too. I really want you next
to me most of all. I'd rather hug you and kiss you than them."
He thought he could see Caroline suppressing a bit of excitement. "But
you're still going to hug and kiss them."
"Yes, I am. But if I had to choose just one of you to hug and kiss, it
would be you."
"Would you rather fuck me too? I'm only 11."
"I... Well, yeah, you're not ready for that... Too young..." Jim was
tongue-tied and felt his face turning pink.
"But you'd like to?"
"I don't know... That's not what I mean..."
"Anne isn't even legal. Liz is, um, shockingly illegal at 13. And me?
At 11? That makes you a pervert."
Jim
was awash in shame. This had gone wrong. But when he looked up, he felt
a little better because of the twinkle in Caroline's eye. She wasn't
outraged. She was teasing him -- at least in part.
Jim said,
"But you don't feel like a little girl, do you? Things are changing --
not just your body, right? Sometimes the girls see it, right? The way
you look at me? I mean, I know I'm the only male around..."
It was Caroline's turn to color.
Jim
said, "Sometimes girls feel like just kissing and that's enough for
years. Anyway, if you ever feel like lying next to me at night, for a
hug or a snuggle or some kissing, go ahead."
"Me tell Liz or Anne to move aside? Likely story."
"No, just tell me during the day. I'll handle Liz or Anne -- I'll
handle Liz and
Anne."
"Sure, whatever."
"One
final kiss?" Jim intended it as a perfunctory, symbolic kiss, but
Caroline had other ideas. She held the kiss for several seconds, eyes
closed.
"June fourteenth," shouted the others in near-unison.
"How many days have we been together?"
"Thirty-three!"
"I have an announcement," said Caroline. "Tomorrow is my birthday."
"It is?" asked Liz.
"Yeah, she told us before, remember?" said Anne.
"It's hard to remember everything," said Liz.
"I didn't expect you to remember. That's why I said it."
Jim
had to admit that he hadn't remembered it either -- though he did
remember the names of all three dogs her family had owned, the names of
her two best friends, and many other details. He realized Caroline was
looking at him in a significant way.
He said, "Would you like to sleep next to me tonight, so you wake up on
your birthday in the place of honor?"
"Yeah, right!" said Liz. "More like a punishment for her."
Anne smiled.
"Yeah, OK," said Caroline. "That would be a nice change."
Anne raised her eyebrows.
"But it's my turn!" said Liz. "It's my first night out of the tub."
Jim started to formulate a reply, but then he saw Anne digging her
fingers hard into Liz's arm.
"Ow!" said Liz. But when she looked at Anne's body language for
"caution", she stopped and reconsidered.
"Yeah, Caroline deserves a turn if she wants one," said Liz, though her
heart wasn't in it.
Kira said, "Can I have a turn too?"
"Of course!" said Jim. "Tomorrow night, if you want."
Kira seemed satisfied, but never brought it up again. She knew she had
the right, but she didn't especially want to exercise it.
Liz said, "We ought to bake you a cake for your birthday, Caroline."
That got smiles and groans all around, and the crisis of the moment had
passed.
Kira
got the tub, a spot she and Caroline coveted because it offered a
measure of privacy. Liz was against the wall, then Anne, Caroline and
Jim. When all had been quiet for several minutes, Jim raised his head
to look around. Liz was facing the wall, Anne spooned behind her
tentatively. Caroline lay on her back, eyes on Jim. He turned towards
her, while she remained on her back. He just looked at her with a
smile, then slowly caressed her far cheek with his right hand. She
looked at him, troubled, and then abruptly turned away onto her left
side.
Jim was uncertain and disappointed, but he gave her a
reassuring pat on her right shoulder and slid onto his back. He was no
worse off than he had been before she announced her upcoming birthday.
He decided he could at least enjoy the sight of her back, so he turned
to face her, keeping several inches away, and admired the lovely
curves. It was a pleasing sight. Before long he felt himself dozing.
He
woke a bit later and saw Caroline's shoulders shaking ever so slightly.
He raised his head to investigate and found tears on her cheek. He
slowly moved in behind her and spooned against her, but ready to pull
back if she objected. He put his arm over hers. She took his hand and
pulled it closer over her as she pushed back against his spoon. He
tightened the connection so their bodies were firmly against each other
above and the tops of his thighs were firmly against the underside of
hers, though he kept his erection back away from her body. His nose
pressed gently against her hair. Minutes passed. He heard a sniffle,
then another. He calmly kissed her neck once. Her abdomen contracted
once, then again, and then continuously. She was crying, and crying
hard. She made no sound. Jim kissed her neck and her hair and patted
her hand, all very gently. He did not want to make her stop -- they all
certainly had plenty to be sad about. Many minutes later the sobbing
stopped, then started up a few times briefly. When she had been calm
for some minutes, he pulled back just a bit. He was sad that she was so
unhappy, but he enjoyed her warmth. Before long he found himself
drifting off.
Much later he awoke to find Caroline facing him,
just looking. He looked back with a gentle smile. He thought he saw her
move her face forward a few millimeters, and a moment later he was sure
of it. He moved his own face forward the tiniest bit, she advanced
further, and soon their faces came together. Their noses touched. He
rubbed his back and forth once. She smiled and her face moved forward
again. Their lips touched, broke apart, touched again. After a minute
of this, Jim moved his lips a millimeter to the right when they were
touching. Caroline did the same. They were kissing, gently, and to Jim
it felt magnificent. He raised his right arm and very slowly put it on
Caroline's left shoulder. She made no objection, so he stroked the
upper arm very slowly, then faster. He caressed her back and sides, her
bottom, her hair. Caroline kissed him back and he felt her breathing
quicken a bit. His hand worked around to the front and made a foray
between their joined bodies at breast height. Caroline pulled back just
a little and let him explore her left breast gently.
After
several minutes, she pulled back, looked Jim up and down and shook her
finger scoldingly at his very erect cock. Jim sighed and relaxed,
pulling back a bit. It had been wonderful. Caroline took his hand and
kissed each finger in turn. Then she took a deep breath and in one
motion turned his hand and mashed the palm right against her vulva,
raising her left leg to allow better access. He was both shocked and
excited. He caressed slowly, and Caroline smiled. He approached this
girl's tender parts more tentatively than he had with the big girls.
She was just 11 -- or 12 by now! She lubricated freely and seemed to
welcome his attention, rotating her hips to press forward against his
hand from time to time. His lips abandoned hers for chin and neck,
heading down. Caroline responded by pressing her chest forward, and he
licked her left nipple many times before taking it in his mouth and
sucking. Caroline shivered. His middle finger found her vaginal opening
and pressed in tentatively. The welcome was hot and wet, and there was
no obvious obstruction. His index and ring fingers massaged her
pleasure center inside its hood, over and over. Below, he pressed
further and further into her vagina, at some primitive level surprised
that a girl as pure as Caroline would have a feminine canal, the kind
designed to accommodate a penis and make it feel so welcome it would
disgorge semen within. The thought made his cock twitch where it lay
pressed against Caroline's belly. She noticed and pulled back, looking
at him. She then put her hand to her mouth and gathered saliva -- lots
of saliva. The hand went down and found Jim's cock. She coated the tip
with her spit and rubbed.
"Oh, God, Caroline," he whispered. "Do you mind if I make your stomach
sticky?"
She gave a big smile and shook her head.
"Make a ring with your fingers -- like a pussy."
She
smiled and he pressed. He began thrusting forward in tiny strokes,
through the ring formed by her thumb and forefinger, plunging his
middle finger into her vagina at the same rhythm.
He looked at
her. Caroline! He was with Caroline. His cock recognized the basic
pattern of a pussy and responded accordingly. Suddenly his climax was
upon him and he pulsed hot seed directly against the girl's stomach.
She smiled as he panted. Then she reached up and smeared the milky
stuff from her fingers against his chest, reached down to pull his hand
away from her tender parts, and mushed their stomachs against each
other, rubbing back and forth to coat them both with the sticky stuff.
Jim
smiled and reached around her to squeeze them tightly together. He was
so happy! After a long time, she pulled away, turned over, and spooned
back against him. Jim fell asleep quickly.
Anne
and Liz knew enough not to offer any comment on what had happened that
night. If they noticed a sheen from dried stuff on the fronts of the
lovers they said nothing. They joined the others in wishing Caroline a
happy birthday.
Jim and Caroline lay down side by side night
after night. If the others woke up, they said nothing. From time to
time the lovers saw Kira's face appear at the edge of the tub, look at
them, then disappear again.
Jim's careful finger work did not
bring Caroline to climax the second night either, and he offered to use
his tongue, but Caroline firmly refused. On the third night she took
Jim's hand and showed a rhythm he would never have thought of -- slow
up and down strokes followed by several seconds of very quick fluttery
presses, then more slow up and down strokes. Armed with this new
knowledge, Jim finally brought Caroline to a happy release. Afterward,
he felt a little bad as he worked two fingers into Caroline's vagina --
fundamentally he was both showing his desire to penetrate her and
physically preparing the way. But she didn't object.
He paused with three fingers poised at her opening. He really
shouldn't. "Do you mind?" he whispered.
She gave him a smile and shook her head.
In went the three fingers at her opening, pressing, pressing...
He felt something give and saw Caroline startle.
"Oh, no! Sorry!" he whispered.
"It's OK," she whispered back. "Really."
Jim's
earlier fantasy about Caroline's oral sex preferences were just right.
She took him in her mouth if he promised not to come there. She instead
took his suggestion of digging out her pussy's lubrication with her
hand so his frantic thrusts into her hand felt more like intrusions
into a soupy vagina.
On the fifth afternoon she seemed subdued,
and Jim wasn't sure what to expect. When they turned to each other that
night, she whispered, "I have cramps".
"Oh, I'm sorry. What do you want? Just sleep?"
"Yeah, I guess."
But in the middle of the night she woke him up.
"Jim? Jim?"
He looked at her gorgeous face.
"I want you to take me for real."
"Did the cramps go away?"
"No, they're even a little worse. But I really want it."
"Huh? That doesn't sound like a perfect first time."
She
brought her lips right to his ear and whispered very softly. "I'm
headed for the tub, right? Before I go, I want to feel it. My fingers
know they're not good enough -- you're so strong, so insistent -- you
just want to FUCK it into me! Right up my pussy!"
"Yeah, but not 'til you're absolutely sure..." It may have taken weeks,
but her desire seemed fully awakened now.
"I'm sure... I want to feel it."
He
warmed her up with his fingers, and offered to continue until she came,
but she was too eager to get it. So the beautiful 12-year-old turned
onto her back with legs spread wide. She was right, of course. He did
want to fuck it up into her, and in the worst way.
The
penetration wasn't bad. Some wide eyes but an expression more of
delight than pain. When he had claimed several inches of her pussy he
began the in-and-out fuck. But he had an idea. Holding himself up with
one hand, he surrounded her clit with the other, and gave a quick
flurry of strokes, followed by long, slow, deep thrusts. Rest his cock
while flurrying, fill her pussy very full three times, more flurries.
Caroline was surprised at first by this arrangement and started to wave
him off, but he insisted. She was soon very much into it, looking
delighted and excited in equal measure. Finally she got a look of near
panic in her eyes and then gave a sharp cry. Jim kept up his fluttery
motion a few more seconds until he felt the girl relax, then he removed
his fingers and went to pure fucking. In and out, hard and deep, faster
and faster, in a frenzy. Caroline grinned up at him with unfocused eyes
before his own eyes lost focus and he jammed to the hilt in his
12-year-old and pulsed, splatting the girl's innermost pussy with shot
after shot of creamy juice.
The two lovers fell onto their
sides, staying joined below. They enjoyed the afterglow for some time
before disengaging. Jim glanced down and they got the bad news.
"Uh-oh!" he whispered.
"Oh, shit!" said Caroline.
Cramps
had turned to period during the act. Both of their crotches were
covered with blood and there was a mess on the floor too. Kira was
asleep in the tub... What to do? If they got her up, she'd have no
bloodless place to lie for some time.
Jim's brilliant idea was
to lift Caroline up so she was on her knees on the vanity top. She
managed to squat down so she could do a decent job of cleaning herself
with sink water. When she was more or less clean it was Jim's turn. He
could do a decent job on tiptoes, leaning forward over the sink. When
it was time for the floor, there were a great many fingerfuls, and
Caroline worked alongside Jim. Then they gently awakened Kira and
explained the situation, and the little girl dutifully lay down next to
Anne, soon joined by Jim.
The next night Jim kissed Caroline
tenderly in the view of all before lying down next to Liz. Anne got up
and had a brief whispered conversation with Caroline too, ending with
an awkward hug over the lip of the tub.
Liz got a fine orgasm
from Jim's tongue. He fucked her hard and fast for a satisfyingly long
time, but pulled out as usual and instead straddled Liz's face and she
took his cock in her mouth. Seconds later her tongue flicks brought Jim
to ecstasy as he emptied into her mouth.