My name is Jamie. Jamie Kragan. A good Irish
name. I've never been to Ireland. Neither have my parents. My paternal
grandfather was born there, but he came to the States when he was but a wee lad
and he didn't remember the old country. My other grandparents were all born in
Boston.
They say the Irish are lucky. Where the saying comes from, I
can't even begin to imagine. I can't picture a family of eight or nine sitting
around in a sod house, in the middle of some drafty peat bog, on some wind swept
coast, eating potato soup and the Da sayin' "Lo' n' begorrah, arrren't we the
lucky ones now!"
My mother's mother used to say, "Ah Jamie, there's a
curse behind every four leaf clover!"
This then is the story of my
curse.
I grew up in South Boston, not the South End, but South Boston. My
father owned a pub. Fancy that, an Irishman owning a Pub. What're the odds. I
never saw my father take a drink. I'm not saying he didn't drink. I just never
saw him do it. My father had four brothers and since he was the oldest and had
opened a Pub, they decided on becoming cops. My mother had three brothers and
none of them wanted to own a Pub, so they all became fireman. I always thought
I'd grow up and become a cop. Or maybe a fireman.
Actually, I'm lucky I
grew up at all. There's this rule of thumb that states that the closer your
relatives are to the law the more rebellious you have to be. Well with four cops
and three firemen in the family. I didn't rebel, I went to war. I started small,
talking back to the nuns, which is pretty much like taking your life into your
own hands. They beat the shit out of me at school, sent me home with a note and
then the old man would beat me all over again. I would get pissed off at the
nuns and we'd start all over again. Like Catch 22.
I moved on to bigger
things. Five finger discounts at the five and dime; taking some other kids
bicycle for a joy ride; throwing rocks through a school window; stealing beer
from the old man's tavern; and smoking. I always seemed to get caught or ratted
on.
The old man got fed up. His arm was getting tired of whipping my ass
and I was growing a thick skin. So, one day, I'm told to go to the Pub after
school. I'm thinking about saying 'fuck that' and bailing on the old man, but I
figure he's at the end of his rope so I'd better go. I walk into the Pub and my
old man is talking to this guy in a uniform. At first, I think he's a cop, but
as I get closer I see it's some kind of military uniform. There's a suitcase at
his feet and I figure the guy is just passing through and stopping in for a
beer.
"Ah, Jamie boy!" My father says in a much too exuberant manner and
my hackles rise up. "Would ya be so kind as to help this gentleman out with his
bag?"
I want to tell my father that the man looks perfectly capable of
carrying his own damn bag, but I'm trying to be nice and instead I
say:
"Sure, Da!"
I grab the suitcase and the man shakes my
father's hand and begs me follow. We get outside and I ask were to and he points
to a brown sedan a few cars down from the pub door. Now, I'm wondering why he
brought the bleeding suitcase into the Pub if he had a car parked outside. As we
get closer, I see there's some kind of decal on the door, but the angle is bad
and I can't read it. I finally make out the word 'MILITARY' and think it's a
government car, but then the words 'SWAMPSCOTT MILITARY ACADEMY FOR BOYS' comes
into view and I drop the bag and veer off, but the fucker is faster than a pit
viper and his hand clamps around the scruff of my neck. His bloody hand is like
a steel trap and he practically lifts me off my feet as he drags me to the car
and shoves me into the back seat. I scramble to the other door and reach for the
handle, but there isn't one. I realize that the car is set up like a cop car and
once you're in the back there's no getting out. He gets in and starts the thing
up and pulls away from the curb. I look back and see my mother and father
standing on the sidewalk. Mother is crying into a handkerchief and my father has
an arm around my shoulders. I feel the tears roll down my cheeks, hot and wet.
They run into the corner of my mouth and I taste the warm saltiness. I was
twelve years old.
It was a hard road. The first few months, I fought the
system and spent most of my time washing dishes and locked in my room. I started
to bend as I saw the others having fun playing soccer, and baseball, and
basketball, and every other kind of ball imaginable. I soon learned that the
more you toed the line the farther away the line got to be. By the time I turned
fifteen, I was on the Dean's List and commanded a brigade of twelve and thirteen
year olds. If we ever went to war against Liliput, we would really have kicked
ass.
I went on to college and then four years as an officer in the army
corps of engineers. I helped build bridges in Guam, in Panama, and any where's
else where Uncle Sam felt there was a river that needed to be crossed. I had met
a girl in college and had maintained a long distance relationship. When I got
out of the service we got together and were soon married. I started my own
construction company and we've been happy ever since. Well as happy as possible.
My wife always wanted children, but found out early on that she wouldn't be able
to. We made up for it by having hobbies and traveling a lot, but it always
nagged at her and every now and then I'd find her crying all alone and I always
knew why.
I came home one day to find my wife in bed and weeping. I
figured I'd better do something or I'd soon be loosing her to some form of
mental illness. We sat down with a family councilor and we discussed possible
options. We had always nixed the idea of adopting. My wife and I felt that we
wouldn't be able to love someone else's child as much as it would have deserved
to be loved. I thought we were of the same mind on this, but it turned out that
my wife had only agreed because she wanted to please me. After a few visits to
the councilor, she talked us into becoming foster parents to see if we could
acclimate to having someone else in our lives.
I was a wee bit leery. I
was somewhat compulsive. I knew it was because of my being reared in a military
school. I like everything neat and tidy, and in its place. I would
subconsciously reach out and center things on my desk and sometimes on someone
else's desk. It's one of those things that you catch yourself doing and you
chuckle inside.
I wanted to please my wife so I agreed to the plan. We
filled out a questionnaire to see if we were good enough to foster children. The
bloody thing was almost a hundred pages long. They wanted to know everything
from what color M&M was your favorite to did I like to tie my wife down
during sex. I exaggerate - slightly, but it was pretty invasive. We handed in
our paperwork and went about the business of waiting, and waiting, and waiting.
My wife cracked first and called the State HHS Office. Yes, they had received
our paperwork and yes we had been approved, but the process took time. My wife
persisted and we got an appointment for an interview.
The case worker we
met with was an older african-american woman. Her skin was coffee colored, her
hair was cut close to her scalp and it appeared to have a reddish tinge to it,
and she was fat. Not grossly overweight, but a big woman with a large butt. The
thing I remember most about her were her eyes. They were dead. They had the same
look that soldiers have that come back from war. I didn't envy her her
position.
She looked over our papers and said we certainly fit the
profile to be foster parents. She checked a list and said that unfortunately
there were no kids available for us at the time. My wife said she was amazed
that there weren't. She had been told that there were hundreds of children in
the system needing homes at this very moment. The lady smiled sadly and said yes
there were, but our state profiled according to race and there weren't any white
children in need at the moment, except she said hesitantly, looking down at the
list, a twelve year old girl that had been in several foster homes and had been
unable to fit in. She said she didn't think she was appropriate for our first
foster child. My wife squeezed my hand and I told her we were willing to try
anything.
The case worker hummed and mumbled to herself as she opened our
file again and gave it a closer look.
"You know," she said, looking up,
"since you come from a boys military academy, you may just be the ones to settle
this child down!"
My wife was having difficulty containing herself and
was practically vibrating in her chair. The case worker called someone over the
intercom and we sat in silence until a young hispanic girl came in with a manila
folder. The case worker opened the folder and started reading. She nodded, and
mumbled, and flipped through the pages. Finally, she looked up and said that
perhaps we should see what we were getting ourselves into and passed us the
file. I picked up a stapled packet of papers and my wife another. It was a
history of the girl's activities since entering into the system. She had been
born to a single mother, who prostituted herself and then died of an overdose
when the daughter was eight. The daughter had been with six different foster
families in the past three and one-half years. She had wound up running away
each time. Her longest stay had been five months. The last time she ran away
they had found her in Boston's Combat Zone. She was turning tricks. I sat back
in stunned silence.
Out of the haze that wrapped itself around my mind, I
heard my wife's voice say, "We'll take her!"
I sat up straight and looked
at my wife and then at the case worker. They were both looking back at me,
waiting for my input. I looked at my wife and saw a feverish yearning in her
eyes. I knew if I said no that she would become depressed. I wanted to do
everything to avoid that. I sighed and said that I would be willing to give it a
try.
The case worker looked at her calendar and asked if we could be at
home on the following Wednesday. We agreed, shook her hand, and left. Mary
couldn't stop talking on the way home. She kept listing things we had to do. Get
a room ready, buy more food, look at schools in the area, etc...
We got
home and Mary attacked me. We had the most incredible sex we'd had in months.
She was very happy and now I was smiling too. I had been missing our sweaty,
passionate love making of late and had been wondering if I would ever get laid
again. I hadn't met the little urchin yet and I already owed her a
favor.
The waiting seemed interminable, and it ate at my wife's nerves.
Consequently, my nerves were getting raw also. I could only answer, "Do you
think she'll be happy here?" so many times before finally saying "No!" My wife's
eyes got wide and she looked at me with trembling lip as she asked me why I
thought the child would be unhappy.
"Because, she's going to get really
tired of having to tell you she's happy here!"
I thought my wife would
either laugh or get angry, but I wasn't ready for the flood of tears that burst
forth. I gathered my wife up into my arms and tried to soothe her
anguish.
"Now, now, what's all this about?" I asked gently.
"Oh,
Jamie! I've wanted a child for so long and I'm so worried that I'm going to
screw this up!" She sniveled into my shoulder. She reached into the open neck of
my shirt and pressed the material to hers eyes and dabbed away at her tears. I
saw her glance up at me and then she wrapped some of my shirt around her nose
and blew.
"Hey!" I yelled and pulled away. I looked up at my wife who
gave me a blubbery laugh and then went running down the hallway. I knew what
this meant. It meant I was about to get laid again. Oh boy!
An hour later
we lie among the tangled sheets. Our sweaty bodies slowly cooling. Mary lie with
her head on my shoulder and an arm across my chest. We talked about the change
that was coming to our lives. We reassured each other that it would be for the
good. We'd be like a real family my wife told me. I thought back to when I was
twelve and realized that the only real family I'd had from that year on had been
about a thousand other boys.
Wednesday finally came. I made arrangements
to be away from the job and sat with Mary as she tore apart a hundred tissues. I
told her they'd never done anything to her and she shot me a glance that said it
was either the tissues or my neck. I got her another box. At about eleven a.m.
the doorbell rang. Mary shot up out of her chair as though the laws of gravity
had been temporarily suspended. She grabbed my hand and tried to see how many of
the twenty eight or so little bones she could crush as she dragged me along to
the door.
We opened the door and found Mrs. Jackson, the case worker,
standing there holding the hand of our new charge. Not exactly a babe in
swaddling clothes, but much smaller than what I expected a twelve year old would
be. The young girl was dressed like a catholic schoolgirl. She had on white knee
socks, a red and blue plaid skirt, a white blouse, and finally a blue blazer.
Her raven colored hair was pulled severely into two braids that hung down the
front of her. She stared at the ground and I couldn't tell what she looked like.
We greeted them and invited them into our home.
Mrs. Jackson and Tamara
sat on the sofa and Mary and I sat in overstuffed chairs across from them. It
felt confrontational and I felt ill at ease. Mrs. Jackson and Mary started
chatting about various things such as the weather. They were slowly circling the
subject and working their way around to the matter at hand. I let them drone on
and watched the young girl that would be sharing my life for an unspecified
amount of time. She had finally raised her head and was looking around at her
surroundings. I realized that she had an oriental cast to her features. Her hair
was raven colored and I could tell that, once released from its present tortured
form, it would be long. She had dark eyebrows and surprisingly blue eyes. Her
nose was straight and pert and led down to a thick pair of lips. He face still
had a little baby fat to it, but you could tell her cheek bones would be sharp
and her chin would be strong. I couldn't tell what the rest of her looked like
because the school uniform she wore was at least one if not two sizes too
big.
Tamara glanced around the room and took in the furnishings and the
art. If she was impressed she didn't show it. She felt me watching her and
suddenly looked straight at me. There was no emotion on her face. She studied me
as I studied her. Her piercing blue eyes stared into mine and I was the first to
give. I glance away and when I looked back there was the hint of a smile on her
lips. I watched as her tongue came out and moistened her lips. It had a very
sensual nature to it and I looked into her eyes and she winked at me. I felt my
cock twinge and suddenly wondered what we had let into our home.
Mary
invited Mrs. Jackson and Tamara to take the five cent tour of our home and we
trooped from the living room, into the kitchen, then the dining room, through to
my den, and then into the hallway that led up and down stairs. We went down and
into the playroom, which had all the adult toys; a big screen TV, pool table,
card table, wet bar, and fridge. They looked out upon our hot tub and swimming
pool.
We ambled back upstairs and continued on to the second floor. We
looked in at the master bedroom with its huge walk in closet and large bathroom
with double sinks and sunken tub. I hadn't spared any expense building the
house. I had used my own crew and everything was built to spec. I took great
pride in it and was pleased by the admiration Mrs. Jackson voiced. Tamara was
silent throughout.
We glanced in at the guest room and then finally
arrived at Tamara's new room. Tamara looked at the television set, the stereo,
the phone, the computer, and the large four poster bed with canopy. She walked
around the room slowly touching everything briefly as though to ensure that it
was real and not a mirage. She sat at the small vanity for a moment and ran her
fingers over the brush and comb set that lie there. They were made of silver and
had belonged to Mary's grandmother. I told her she was crazy to give them to the
girl. We didn't even know if she'd be with us more than a week. Mary said she
wanted to create a wonderful first impression. Mrs. Jackson was impressed. I
began to worry that she might be staying also.
"My word!" she kept
repeating as she also touched everything in the room.
"This is my room?"
Tamara asked. They were the first words she had spoken. She had a soft, husky
voice. The type of voice that a makes a man wonder what the woman on the other
end of the phone line looks like. Makes a man want to call the number back just
to hear that voice again. Like what butterscotch would sound like if it had a
voice.
"Yes, sweetie!" my wife said, and I saw Tamara wince. "This is all
yours. I really hope you'll enjoy staying with us!" Mary rambled on. I don't
think she had seen Tamara's reaction to the endearment.
"Please," Tamara
purred, "don't call me sweetie."
"Oh...okay, swee.., I mean, uh Tamara,"
my wife stuttered, suddenly aware that she was facing more than a small
child.
Tamara looked at me and noticed my eyebrow was raised. She caught
on quick.
"You can call me Tamara, if you want, but I really like Mara!"
the girl informed us. I nodded and my wife gushed.
"My isn't that a
pretty name! And such a pretty girl too!"
Tamara and I rolled our eyes up
and we both broke into laughter as we noticed each other do it.
"Great!"
my wife said, in mock severity. "She's only been here an hour and already
they're ganging up on me!"
Mrs. Jackson chuckled. I put an arm around
Mary and whispered in her ear:
"Stop trying so hard!"
She sighed
and nodded. She asked if Mrs. Jackson would like to stay for lunch and to my
surprise she accepted. We tramped back down to the kitchen. Mrs. Jackson asked
Mara to go out to the car and get her bags. I asked if she needed help and got a
shrug in reply. I went out with her and I grabbed the larger of the two
suitcases. We went back in and she followed me up to her room. She asked me if
she could change and I told her to do whatever made her the most comfortable.
Her lips quivered as she suppressed a retort that I felt would have been
sarcastic. It appeared we were all on our best behavior. I opened the closet
door and told her if she needed more hangers I would get them. I turned and
found she had removed her blazer and was undoing her blouse. She pulled her
blouse open and I realized she had nothing on underneath it. I watched her small
breasts appear.
Her breasts had already begun to develop. She had a thin
waist and strong looking shoulders. Her breast stood up high and proud. They
were round and wide and you could tell they would grow into C or D cups. Her
aureoles were dark brown and her nipples were darker yet almost black. I
stammered and told her I'd be downstairs. I saw that smile play on her lips
again as I turned and hurried out of there.
I must of shown my distress
as I walked into the kitchen. My wife frowned and asked if I were okay. I said I
was. I almost told her what happened, but with Mrs. Jackson there I figured it
wasn't the thing to do. I told them that Tamara was changing and would join us
shortly. We chatted as Mary fixed a salad and pulled a casserole out of the
oven.
Fifteen minutes passed, and then Tamara walked into the kitchen.
She wore a pair of spandex shorts and a scoop necked tee shirt. Her hair had
been let loose and she had brushed it out. It still had the kinks in it from
being braided, but it hung down almost to her waist. The slight swell of her
breasts shown at the opening of her shirt and her ass stuck out nicely. She had
an amazing body for a girl of any age. I glanced at my wife and she stood with
knife poised over a tomato and her mouth agape. I cleared my throat and she
looked up at me. I raised an eyebrow and she got the message and went back to
cutting and talking. There was a slight frown on her forehead, which I'd learned
over the years indicated she was mulling something over.
"Can I get a
glass of water?" Tamara asked.
"Sure, sweet....uh, Mara. It's in the
refrigerator door," Mary replied.
Tamara stood and frowning opened the
fridge door and looked at the shelves. I stifled a chuckle and walked over. I
showed her where the glasses were kept then showed her the ice and cold water
dispenser, which was built into the exterior of the fridge door.
"You
have a fridge that gives water?" Tamara asked, but it sounded rhetorical and
slightly sarcastic. I started to feel slightly bourgeois.
"Yes!" Mary
answered, "isn't that wonderful!"
I winced at my wife's apparent lack of
female intuition. I looked at Mrs. Jackson and she was studying my wife. I think
she also was beginning to wonder.
"It's not uncommon nowadays," I told
Mara, hoping to deflect any misgivings Mrs. Jackson was developing. "Hell, we
even have an indoor toilet!"
Mrs. Jackson was taking a sip of coffee and
she choked as it went into her lungs. My wife went to her assistance and Tamara
and I had another staring match. I cocked and eyebrow at her and she cocked an
eyebrow at me. We stood there cock-eyed for a few moments and then she smiled
and went to stand by my wife. She asked Mary if there was anything she could do
and now it was my turn to choke on my soft drink. The last thing I expected was
for this little girl to offer any assistance in the kitchen. Maybe, I was wrong
about her. Nah!
We had a pleasant lunch and then Mrs. Jackson wished us
luck and left. Mara and Mary - I could tell the similarity in names would take
some getting used to - went up to the girls room and went through her clothes.
Mary showed Mara how to log on to the internet and left her up there to surf on
her own.
"She's a little more uh.... mature than I expected!" Mary said
as she sighed and dropped onto the sofa next to me.
"Yeah!" I replied
with some emphasis. "You can say that again!"
Mary looked at me
strangely, but held back any thought she may have had.
"She's a little
bitty thing though. Isn't she?" Mary said as though maybe she was
wrong.
Neither of us had a point of reference, but we had enough friends
with kids to be able to make an educated assumption.
"And that body!"
Mary said. Her eyebrows waggling up and down. "I don't remember having tits when
I was twelve!"
"Me neither," I said, nodding.
Mary giggled and
pinched my nipple through my shirt. I lunged at her and we fell back onto the
sofa. We grappled together as I tried to pinch her nipple. Mary shrieked as I
tickled her. I brought my lips to hers and we settled into a kiss. We heard a
loud 'ahem' and we both looked up to see Mara standing there.
"There's
something wrong with the computer," she said matter of factly.
"Oh...
oh... all right, Mara. I'll be right there," Mary said, blushing. She gave me a
wide eyed look as she got up to leave.
"What?" I said. "I wasn't alone
here you know!" She wasn't going to lay the blame on me for getting caught
making out on the sofa. Now I knew what I'd missed while growing up in a boys
school.
We had a pleasant evening. A light supper, followed by a little
television. Mara seemed to open up a little and she and Mary talked about
clothing and school throughout supper. I thought that perhaps all those things
I'd read about in her file were not harbingers of bad things to come. Maybe she
had just needed a nice couple like us to help her adjust. Maybe the moon was
actually made of cheese.
We went to bed early, being on your best
behavior was extremely tiring. We bid Mara good night and went to our se te
bedrooms. Once we lie down we realized we were too jazzed up to sleep and Mary
talked incessantly about how well things seemed to have gone. It was like having
a new baby in the house. Mary asked if I could take the morning off so that I
could go with them to the school we had enrolled her in. It was an all girls
school and had great academic references. I told her I was the boss and could
take all the time off I wanted. That being settled we both lay back and took up
our bedside reading. Mary dozed off after a half hour and I remained awake. I
usually didn't go to bed until midnight and ten was a little early for me. I
realized I wouldn't be falling asleep soon so I got up and pulled on some
pajamas bottoms. Mary stirred and asked where I was going. I told her to watch
the evening news and she mumbled something as she rolled back onto her
side.
I crept out of our room and silently closed the door behind me. I
was tip toeing towards the stairwell when the hall bathroom door opened and
Tamara stepped out. She was naked. I stopped and stared at her. She stood there
and stared back. She placed her hands on her hips and let me get a good look. I
looked at her breasts and they stared back at me. My eyes wandered down and I
looked at her young cunt. It swelled out from her body. Her labia were fat and
the hood to her clit was long. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my
throat. Mara smiled and then spun on her heel and walked to her room. She
hesitated at the door and looked back over her shoulder. I was staring at her
perky little butt. She said good night and closed her door. I walked down the
stairs and turned on the television. I don't remember any of the news
broadcast.
We got up with the alarm and Mary and I took a shower
together. She laughed at my friskiness, but soon got into it and then wrapped
her legs around me as I fucked her up against the shower wall. She asked me what
had brought that on and I told her I didn't know, but in the back of my mind I
did. I had pictured Mara's naked body as I made love to my wife and it had
excited me. I had briefly imagined myself fucking her and it had brought me to a
climax.
We dressed and went down to the kitchen to find Mara dressed and
eating cereal. She said she hoped is was okay for her to help herself and my
wife told her that this was her home and she could do what she wanted. I kept
cringing every time my wife said something like that. I didn't think Mara would
walk away with anything, but I also didn't think that 'carte blanche' was the
way to go either. Mary and I had coffee and toast and at seven thirty we all
agreed it was time to get the show on the road. The school was only ten minutes
away and we made it there in a half hour. Mary was driving and she kept slowing
to point out points of interest to Mara. Like the best hair dresser; the best
knick knack shop; the best woman's clothing store; and of course the best shoe
store. I quickly decided this was not the best route to take to
school.
We gathered inside the principal's office and were welcomed to
St. Regis' Academy for Young Women. The principal was a prunish sort of woman
and I felt that if she ever laughed she would fall apart into a myriad little
pieces. She reviewed Mara's transcripts from her other schools and said she was
impressed with the grades, but she noticed an attendance problem as well as a
few notations concerning her attitude. I reached over, and smiling, squeezed
Mara's shoulder a little harder than she expected and said that those were all
in the past. As Mary engaged the principal in conversation, Mara reached up and
rubbed her shoulder. She looked at me with a question in her eyes. I think she
realized that there was a little steel behind the glib exterior. We ambled down
the halls of academia as we were shown the classrooms, the gym, the library, the
track and sports field. We ahhhed and ooohhed at all the appropriate places and
soon our new daughter was taken form us and sent off to become a better person.
Mary clutched my arm as though she was watching her only child go off to war. I
was quickly reminded of the tableau of my parents watching me be taken away to
Swampscott Academy.
Mary dropped me off at home where I picked up my
truck and drove over to Natick to see how the job site was going. We were
building a strip mall and we were using a lot of prefab pieces. The site was
going up quickly. I spent some time in the trailer going over the daily report
and then walked the site. I was greeted with enthusiasm by my crew. I had been
telling whoever wanted to listen about our new bundle of joy arriving yesterday
and I was pelted with questions. I described the previous day's and that
morning's events and everybody listened intently. I got a lot of slaps on the
back and they wished me a lot of luck. Most of these guys already had families
and they knew what I'd be going through. But, I don't know how many of these men
had been confronted with that much sexuality in a young girl.
I got home
at six and saw Mary's car in the driveway. I put a hand on the hood and the
engine was cool. I had forgotten to ask what time Mara got out of class. I
walked into the house and heard voices coming from the kitchen. I stood outside
the door and listened as Mara rambled on about her day and how she thought that
Sr. Regis was a really neat place, and how they had really neat lockers, and a
really neat library, and how every thing was just so neat. I shook my head and
walked into the kitchen. Mary was preparing supper and Mara was fetching things
for her as she asked for them. They both chorused a 'Hi!' at me and continued
with the task of making a meal. I grabbed a beer and sat at the kitchen table
and watched. Mara's movements were relaxed and I wondered at how easily she had
adapted to us. We had gone from being a couple to a family in less than two
days.
I caught myself watching Mara's ass as she bent down to get vegies
out of the crisper drawer and I saw her glance back at me and smile. I excused
myself and went in to watch some more news.
A few minutes later, Mara
came out and plopped down on the sofa next to me.
"Mary thinks I should
spend a little time with you," she stated.
She sat one one leg and the
other stuck out in front of her. She was half turned towards me and it pulled
her shirt tight around her body. Her small breasts and nipples poked out at me.
My eyes wandered for a moment and she looked down at her chest.
"Must be
cold in here!" She said with a tinkle in her throaty voice. "So? How was your
day?" She asked. She reached over and picked at a piece of lint on my pants leg
and her hand remained there. I could feel the heat through my pants and my cock
jerked. We both saw it move and I looked up to see Mara chewing on her bottom
lip, staring at my crotch.
"Why are you doing this?"
"It's what
you want. It's what all men want!"
"No!" I whispered.
"Oh?" she
said and her hand moved slowly up my thigh.
My cock twitched again and I
reached down and placed a hand on top of hers, preventing her from moving any
further up.
"Don't mistake instinctual reaction for desire," I told
her.
"Wha... what do you mean?" she asked.
I thought for a
second.
"When a snake bites it's because its brain has told it it's in
danger. Not because the snake wants to bite." I think I confused her so I went
on. "My penis would jump in my pants regardless of who ran their hand up my
thigh. It's just an automatic reaction."
"Yeah?" she replied and looked
me in the eye. "What about your eyes. When you looked at me last night. Was that
instinctual ... whatever?"
"You're a pretty girl," I told her and watched
her smile. "Most men like to look at pretty girls. I should have turned away.
I'm sorry I didn't. It wasn't right that I stared."
"It's.. okay," she
said and stared at my face. Her brow was furrowed as though she was trying to
figure me out.
"In the future," I told her. "It probably would be better
for both of us if you wore you pajamas when you went to the
bathroom."
"Okay," she said in a small voice.
She had removed her
hand from my thigh and she turned to look at the television. Mary called us to
dinner and we spent a pleasant hour talking about our individual days. Mary and
Mara seemed to hit it off splendidly. I only hoped that Mara's little ploy or
whatever it was that she had been doing was behind us.
Little did I
know.
Part II
Six weeks had passed and it seemed as though we
were in for some clear sailing. We had gone through a couple of squalls, but the
ship was sound and there were no leaks. I'm speaking metaphorically. Mara had
settled in with apparent ease and Mary was as happy as a sailor on liberty after
six months at sea. And me? Well, I was getting laid so much I would have put up
with anything.
The second week that Mara was there I noticed that when I
went to bed at around midnight there would be a light under her door. On the
third such night, curiosity overshadowed caution and I tapped at her door. Mara
opened the door. I had steeled myself in case she was once again naked, but this
time she was still dressed in her street clothes. I was surprised to feel
disappointment. I asked her why she was still up and she told me she was surfing
the net. I told her to turn it off and go to bed because it was late and she had
to get up in seven hours. She said that was okay that she did it every night. I
told her that she would no longer be doing it and that I wanted her in bed at
eleven on school nights. An angry look crossed her face and if it's possible she
silently slammed the door in my face.
I was almost at my bedroom door
when she came out of her room and headed for her bathroom. I turned and we
stared at each other for a moment.
"You're too young to stay up that
late," I emphasized.
"What do you care?" She told me.
"What do you
mean? 'What do I care'" I repeated.
"That's what I said!" She emphasized
and placed her free hand on her hip.
I walked away from the bedroom door
and walked closer to her. Her eyes got wide and she took a step back and came up
against the door frame. I paused in mid stride as I realized why she reacted
that way.
"You think I'm going to hit you?" I asked her.
"Why
not?" She said defiantly. "They all did!"
"Who the fuck... uh, I mean who
are 'They'?" I asked.
"All the other foster fathers!" She spat
out.
Dear God I said to myself. What kind of life had this child had. No
wonder she ran away from all the other foster homes. I walked slowly to her with
my hands at my side. I gathered her into my arms and hugged her.
"I'd
never hit you," I told her and realized that my voice was choked up with
emotion.
I felt her body shake and hot tears soaked into my shirt. I held
her there for a few minutes until she stopped crying. I held her out at arms
length and looked into her red eyes.
"I just want you to be happy and
healthy. That's why I want you to go to bed earlier. You need your rest, you're
still a young person. No matter how old you are in here." I patted myself in the
chest as I said the last part
"Okay," she blubbered and put her arms
around me again. We stayed locked like that for a minute and then she let me go
and went into the bathroom. I turned to go to bed and found Mary looking at me
through a slightly opened bedroom door.
"Well," she said, "that was
intense."
"Yeah," I replied, "did you hear what she said?"
"About
all the other foster dads? Yes"
"What a life!"
At breakfast the
next day, all seemed to be back to normal. We sat around the table and chatted
about nonsensical things. Mara seemed to want to say something, but kept
avoiding it. Mary asked if she had something on her mind. Mara hemmed and hawed
for a moment and then asked if she could invite some girls over for a slumber
party. We both looked at her in surprise. She misread our expressions and told
us to 'never mind'. Mary told her that it was a great idea and that we had just
been taken by surprise because she had never spoken of anyone at school as a
friend. Mara smiled and said she had made a lot of friends and she started
ticking off names. We agreed to her idea and she said she would ask if they
could come over this weekend. We asked her to tell the parents to call us so
that we could speak to them. She frowned and asked us why and we told her it was
the polite thing to do. She still had a lot of distrust in her and I hoped we
would be able to drive it out of her
The weekend arrived and so did a
half dozen screaming waifs. They all arrived at the same time and I still don't
know who the woman was that dropped them off. She was someone's mother, but I
couldn't remember my own name amidst all the squealing and
laughter.
Three of the girls were interchangeable. Blonde, blue eyed,
with big white teeth. Two of the others were brunettes. One with brown eyes and
the other with green. The last girl was a redhead and she looked more like she
was eighteen than preteen. Her hair was more orange than red, and she had bottle
green eyes, and a fair amount of freckles were sprinkled across her nose. She
had larger breasts than my wife, which isn't actually saying much since Mary
wears a size 34, B cup bra. The redhead's waist was slender and flared into well
rounded hips. She had the type of body that Marylin Monroe aspired to except
without the need for corsets and push up bras. I saw Mary giving her the once
over and I grinned at her when I caught her eye. Mary shook her head and widened
her eyes in wonder.
It was the first week in July and school would soon
be over. This was an end-of-school party and they were making the most of it.
They stampeded up the stairs and I followed. They oohed and aahed at Mara's room
and I told them they could spread out between her room and the guest room. I
left them as they changed into their swimsuits, which would be about the only
thing they wore that weekend. Mary coerced me into being lifeguard and I sat
around the pool most of the day. I watched these young minxes as they gamboled
about in next to nothing and I was semi-tumescent the entire time. They all wore
bikinis and two actually had thong bottoms. The redhead wore a green bikini and
her large breasts jiggled like bowls of pudding. I kept forcing myself to look
away, but my eyes would often return to watch her run about.
At about
noon, I had to heed the call of nature. There were two girls in the pool and the
rest were lying around getting a tan. I didn't notice the redhead and assumed
she was getting a drink or going to the bathroom herself. I walked through the
kitchen and told Mary I had to use the john and she went out to take my place. I
walked up the stairs and turned towards our bedroom. A loud moan brought me to a
standstill and I turned and looked at Mara's slightly opened door. The moan came
again, but it didn't sound like pain and I was afraid to go near because of what
I might see.
"Oh, God! Yes!"
I took my hand away, but then threw
caution to the wind and slowly pushed the door open. The bed came into view and
I found Mara on her back and the redheaded girl kneeling on the bed and eating
her out. I was looking right at the redheaded girl's ass and could see the lips
of her sex as they poked out from between her thighs. Mara's hands tangled in
the other girl's hair and she moaned loudly.
"Oh, yes! That's it! Suck my
clit!" She said in a loud voice.
I could feel my cock rise in my
swimsuit. I stood speechless as Mara crashed through her orgasm. She released
the redheaded girl's hair and the redhead sat back on her
haunches.
"Ummm. That was good!" The girl said and I couldn't believe my
ears.
"I'm not the only one who enjoyed it!" I heard Mara say and I
looked up to see her staring right at me.
"Excuse me!" I stammered and
turned around and rushed into my bathroom. My cock was straining at my pants and
I lowered them to set it free. I wrapped my hand around it and closed my eyes. I
pictured the two young girls on the bed and started to stroke. My cock felt hard
and the sensation was incredible. I stroked slowly, savoring the feeling. I knew
if I went any faster that I'd cum right away.
"Need help with that?" A
voice asked. My eyes shot open and I turned to find the redhead standing in the
doorway to the bathroom.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her with a
choked up voice.
"Mara thought you might need some help," the young girl
responded. She walked up to me and placed her hand around my cock. She looked me
in the eye as she slid her hand back and forth and smiled. I tried to get my
body to respond to my thoughts, but it wouldn't move and I allowed the girl to
continue. She lowered herself to her knees and and slowly pulled my cock into
her mouth. I groaned at the lascivious sight. She smiled around my cock and slid
most of it into her mouth. She started moving her mouth up and down my shaft.
Her tongue played around the head and I could feel it swell inside of her mouth.
My cum boiled out of my body and rushed up the shaft of my cock and splashed
into her mouth. She moaned as my cum coated the inside of her throat. She
swallowed and kept on bobbing up and down. My knees shook and I put a hand on
the sink to hold myself up. She finally released my cock and its slippery mass
plopped down onto my balls.
"That looked like fun!" A voice said and I
looked up to find Mara standing there. I don't know how much she saw, but it was
enough. I felt like a hypocrite.
"Must have been that 'instinctual
response' thing you told me about," Mara said and then giggling, she and the
redhead left me alone.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I didn't like
what I saw. I stood over the urinal and my urine sprayed out like a shower head.
I held back and squeezed my cock to try and open up the urinary canal. I tried
again and it came out in a stream, but it shot off to the right and splashed
onto the floor. I made the adjustment and finished in the bowl. I grabbed some
paper towels and cleaned up my mess. All the while, I was trying to deal with
what has just occurred. I steeled myself and went back downstairs. I relieved
Mary at the pool and she went back in to finish the sandwiches she had been
working on. The girls are all gathered together on the small redwood deck on the
other side of the pool. They stopped talking as I found my seat and stared at
me. I looked over and they all turned away and giggled. I could felt the color
rise in my face.
The redhead looked over at me and licked her lips. The
girls all started giggling again. I felt like I'd descended into my own private
hell.
The rest of the afternoon went without incident, but the girls were
merciless. They rubbed up against me at every opportunity. I got a glimpse of
more naked tits and asses than at a strip club. Every time Mary asked me to go
check on them I was rewarded with a flash of beaver or tits. The girls found
this uproarious and I bore under it with stoic resolve.
Mary went to bed
early and I was left with the task of watching over the girls. I inwardly
cringed every time I went to check on them. I found Mara in her room with one of
the interchangeable blondes and ask where the other five were. I was told that
they were in the guest room playing a game. Mara took my hand and lead me to
that room. She put a finger to her lips and slowly opened the guest room door.
The five girls sat naked on the floor. One of the brunettes spun a bottle and it
pointed at one of the other blondes. The blonde picked up the bottle, leaned
back, and slowly slid it into her cunt. She pushed the bottle in up to the thick
part and then began stroking it in and out of herself. She did so for a minute
and then smiling put the bottle down and spun it. It wound up pointing at the
redhead and she repeated the process. Mara pulled me back and closed the door. I
looked at her in stunned silence.
"The one who cums first," Mara informed
me as if I had asked a question. "Has to eat everybody else out."
My
mouth worked, but no sound came out.
"It's a lot of fun!" Mara told me
and smiled.
"This is crazy!" I said, finally finding my
voice.
"Yeah, isn't it?" Mara said with pride. "It took me a while to
find six girls who were of like mind."
"Of like mind?" I repeated. "Mara,
why are you doing this to us?"
"I'm not doing this to YOU!" She told me.
"I want to do it. I like doing it. I need to do it!"
"What do you mean
'need'?" I asked her.
"Don't you know?" she asked me, shaking her
head.
"What? Tell me!"
"I love sex. I want it. I've been dying
without it and you made it clear you weren't going to give it to me," she
informed me.
"Mara, you're a child." I hesitated for a second and looked
at the door of the guest bedroom. "You're all children."
"No!" Mara said.
"We're young girls who like sex and we're going to have it one way or another.
You can accept the fact or not, but it's going to happen. If I can't get it from
them I'll go find it somewhere's else."
"Like in the Combat Zone?" I
asked sarcastically.
"Like the Combat Zone!" she informed me. "At least I
was making money even if the sex was bad."
I could feel my heart beating
in my chest. I wasn't equipped to deal with this. I hadn't had a child to raise
from infant hood. I'd been given a full grown girl with all of her habits - good
and bad.
"This will kill Mary!" I told Mara.
"Hey! I won't tell
her if you don't!" she informed me.
"Aren't you worried that she'll come
out and find them doing that?" I asked her and indicated that room with my
chin.
"I've been here long enough to know that Mary sleeps like the
dead!" Mara told me and she was correct. Nothing short of a gunshot would wake
Mary up once she'd fallen asleep. I'd physically rolled her over when she'd
broken out in loud stentorian snores and she had remained asleep.
"You
can never keep something like this a secret!" I told her.
"You'd be
surprised!" Mara said. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into her room. The
blonde girl lie on the bed without clothes on. Her child body was thin and she
had no breasts or hair on her cunt. She was running a finger through the lips of
her sex and she looked at us with a glazed expression.
"Julie!" Mara said
to get her attention. Then she went over to the bed and pulled the girls hand
away from her sex. The girl groaned in frustration and looked up
questioningly.
"Julie!" Mara repeated. "Tell Jamie who's been eating you
out every school day this year."
The girl giggled and said, "Ms.
Brierson."
I thought for a moment. The name was familiar, but I couldn't
put a face to it. Suddenly something clicked and I realized that Ms. Brierson
was the name of the old prunish principal. My mouth fell open and my eyes grew
wide.
"She picks out a girl every year," Mara informed me, "and teaches
her how to eat pussy. If she doesn't already know."
I stared at the young
girl on the bed. I couldn't picture her kneeling in front of that old dried up
shrew.
"I don't blame her," I heard Mara say. "Julie's got a sweet little
cunt!"
I looked down at Mara finding it hard to believe that those words
were coming out of that young girl's mouth. Mara pulled on my hand and dragged
me closer to the bed.
"Go ahead," she said, "give her a taste."
I
looked down at the young blonde, who had resumed her cunt rubbing, and she
spread her legs and smiled up at me. I was like an automaton as I got onto my
knees and drew her legs onto my shoulders. I pushed my tongue out and took a
swipe at her sweet, juicy interior. The girl moaned loudly and I continued to
lick at her moistness. I ran my tongue up her slit and onto her swollen clit.
She moaned again and I teased her little button with my tongue. I pushed my
tongue into her hole and felt a gush of liquid splash against my tongue. Her
taste was mild and almost sugary. I licked until there was no more and then I
went back to her clit. Her ass rolled on the bed as she moaned and I had to hold
her tightly. Her legs stiffened and she clasped me within her thighs as her
orgasm hit. She placed a hand over her mouth and stifled a scream. Her cunt
gushed and I lapped at her juices. I felt her legs quiver against my neck and
then she slumped, exhausted. I pulled my glistening maw away from her sex and
turned to find Mara naked and driving a couple of fingers into her cunt
I
watched her for a few moments and then reached down to squeeze my swollen cock.
Mara followed my hand and watched me.
"Fuck me, please?" She begged me
and lay back onto the bed.
I lowered my shorts and my hard cock jumped
out. I moved up onto the bed and lowered myself onto her. She reached down
between us and guided me to her opening. I slid in slowly, but easily. I felt
the head of my cock push up against her cervix and she moaned. I lowered my
mouth to hers and our tongues twisted and twined. I pumped in and out of her.
Slowly at first, and then I picked up the tempo and soon I was driving hard into
her. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. This slowed me
down and I ground into her cunt. My pelvis rubbed against her clit and she
moaned around my tongue. I felt my balls draw into my body and I told her I was
about to cum.
"Wait, wait!" She pleaded and ground her pelvis against
mine. Her eyes got wide and she groaned loudly. "Now, now!" She told me and I
felt my cum spew out of my cock. I could feel her cunt milk my cock as she came
around my cock. Her cunt was like a velvet gloved hand as it pulsed around my
squirting cock. I'd never felt the like. She buried her face into my shoulder
and trembled and moaned. We lie in a tangled mass as our passion rode itself
out.
"Wow! That was awesome!" Julie said.
Mara giggled and I
rolled off of her.
"Yeah! It was!" Mara agreed.
Julie reached for
my flaccid cock and she bent down and licked up the gooey mess that coated it.
She licked and sucked voraciously. I felt my cock respond to her ministering and
soon it stood up proud and clean. Julie smiled at me and straddled my body. She
held my cock as she lowered herself onto it. Her eyes fluttered and closed as it
slid all the way in. I couldn't believe this girl was taking me all the way in.
I still had two inches left after I'd driven all the way into
Mara.
"That's nice!" Julie stated, her eyes still closed. "It's bigger
than my dad's!" She informed us.
"Your.... dad's!" I said in
wonderment.
"Uh huh!" She nodded. She moved her hips in small circles and
drove her pelvis down onto mine. She leaned back and started moving up and down
in short strokes. I reached out and placed my right thumb against her clit. I
rubbed slowly and she moaned in ecstasy. I continued to rub and she continued
her short up and down stroking. She came within minutes and slammed herself down
against me. She sighed and slid off my rampant prick.
I looked up and
suddenly realized that all the other girls were standing around and watching.
Most of them were fondling themselves in one fashion or another. I was
surrounded by naked young women. Their pussies were all hairless except for the
redhead who had a downy patch of hair above her swollen cunt. She climbed onto
the bed and told me to take her from behind. I knelt behind her and slid my cock
into the warmth of her young cunt. Her cunt was tighter than the other two and
belied her mature body. One of the brunettes sidled onto the bed and slid
underneath the redhead in a sixty-nine position. The redhead lowered her mouth
to the proffered cunt and I could feel a warm breath on my cock as the brunette
started to lick at the redhead's swollen clit. My balls brushed up against the
brunette's hair as I stroked in and out of the redhead's cunt and the feeling
was exquisite.
Both girls were primed and they came within moments. I
continued to stroke in and out of the redhead and could feel the brunette's
tongue as she licked at my shaft as it slid in and out. She slid further down
and I could feel her lick my balls. I was in heaven and could feel the surge in
my loins. Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and someone pulled me out of the
redhead. I moaned in disappointment as my cock plopped out and I watched a
string of precum stretch form the tip of my cock to the redhead's cunt. It
stretched about four inches before breaking and dripping onto the bed. I looked
over my shoulder and another of the young blonde girls was tugging on my waist.
She scrambled up onto the bed and lie next to the redhead and her brunette
friend who were once again eating each other out. I moved over and lowered
myself into my next victim. She smiled as my cock parted her pussy lips and she
arched her back.
All around me, the girls were engaged in different forms
of sex. The two girls next to us were slurping at each other's cunts. One girl
sat on the vanity stool and Mara knelt before her and licked her cunt. The other
two were also in a sixty nine and they rolled around on the carpeted
floor.
The young girl I was fucking had pert little breasts and fat
little nipples. I bent down and grabbed one between my swollen lips. I fondled
it with my tongue and I felt her quiver. Her pelvis thrust up at me and she
fucked herself on my cock as I play with her tits. I went from one to the other
and licked and sucked. She seemed to enjoy this and her head rocked back and
forth. I released her nipple and I pushed myself up onto my stiffened arms. I
pushed my cock all the way into her and she grunted. I pulled out slowly and
then drove in hard again. She grunted again. I started doing this over and over.
She squeezed and pinched her nipples as I drove into her and she grunted every
time I hit bottom. I felt the cum boil in my balls and I started driving faster
and harder. She thrust her pelvis up and greeted every stroke with a grunt. I
drove hard into her and remained there as my cum oozed out of my cock. She
clutched at her tits as she groaned loudly and I felt her cunt pulse around my
cock. She squeezed her tits and groaned in time with her pummeling as though the
fondling is what drove her orgasm. I softened quickly and rolled off of
her.
I stood and pulled on my shorts. I looked around me and the girls
were all still engaged in their orgy. The blonde I had just fucked had rolled
onto her side and curled into a ball. She had a smile on her lips as she
appeared to doze off. I turned back and looked over my shoulder as I grasped the
handle to the door. Mara and her partner had changed positions now and Mara sat
with her legs spread wide as her little friend feasted on her cunt. Mara looked
at me and smiled as I walked out the door and closed it behind me. I walked all
the way down to the game room and fixed myself a strong drink. I was lost and I
knew it. My cock had lead me into damnation. I wondered how I could continue
with my every day life knowing that at any moment someone would point an
accusing finger at me. I sat in the dark, motionless, my drink went
untouched.
Sometime later, I heard the pad of feet on the stairs and Mara
came around the corner. She was wearing pajamas and I chortled at her new found
modesty.
"Feeling sorry for yourself?" asked the little urchin with a
voice much too old for her twelve short years.
I only stared at her as
she approached me. She took the drink from my hand and placed it on the bar then
ambled up into my lap. The lounge chair automatically sprung open and we both
clutched at thin air as we reacted to the sudden movement. We settled down and
Mara laughed her rich buttery laugh. She sat sideways across my lap and rested
her head against my shoulder.
"Worried?" she inquired.
"What do
you think?" I asked her quietly. "I just fucked three underage girls!"
"I
know it won't do any good, but believe me they won't tell anyone."
"How
can you be so sure?" I asked my little nymphet.
"Because, they've all
been keeping bigger secrets than this," she informed me.
"And what would
those be?" I asked. Doesn't she know that if she was aware of their secrets that
they weren't very good at keeping them.
"They've all been fucking their
fathers for years," she informed me. "A couple have even been getting it on with
their moms," she added.
I processed this information and voiced my
earlier thought about their ability to keep these secrets.
"They didn't
have to tell me," Mara said. "I could just tell."
"How can you tell
something like that?" I asked, actually wanting to know.
"They act
differently. More uh... older, you know?"
"Mature," I
supplied.
"Yes, that's it, mature. It's like they know something that no
one else does. The rest of the girls are just, you know, girls."
I
thought about that for a moment and wondered if she could actually divine these
things.
"How do you find out if you're right. What if you make a
mistake?" I asked her.
"Well, I make friends with them and when the time
is right I let drop a comment like, 'Gee, I wish I had a big cock in me right
now!' And they usually say they would like one also or that they had one last
night or something."
I chuckled at her brashness, but it didn't alleviate
my anxiety. She snuggled down into my lap and I could feel the heat from her
cunt. My cock twitched slightly and she looked me in the eye.
"Hmmmm!"
she said. "You haven't had enough yet?"
She slid off my lap and rubbed my
cock through my shorts. I told her to stop, but she continued to fondle me. My
cock rose once again and became constricted within my pants. Mara grasped the
waist band of my short and pulled on them. I raised my butt up and they slid
down to my thighs. I lifted my legs slightly and she pulled them all the way
off. She lowered her pajamas bottoms and climbed back into the chair. She pushed
on my chest and the chair opened into the full reclining position. She smiled as
she straddled my body and her cunt once again engulfed my cock.
She rose
up slowly and slid back down. She began to ride me slowly. She rose up until my
cock almost pulled out of her and then she slid down impaling herself as deeply
as possible.
"This is what I like," she informed me, "a long, slow
ride."
I stared at her in wonder. She was only twelve years old and she
was telling me how she liked to fuck. I'd cum twice already this evening and I
was amazed that I could stay so hard. She varied her motion as she fucked
herself with my cock. She moved her hips from side to side and then front to
back. She put a little twist in her hips as she lowered herself and that's the
one I enjoyed the most.
"I think I like this so much, because all those
other bastards would just fuck me as quickly as they could and then leave me
wanting," she said wistfully.
I knew which bastards she meant and a
slight guilt washed over me.
"Am I one of those bastards?" I asked and
realized I was seeking this twelve year old's approval.
"Oh, no! I didn't
mean you!" She said and stopped her motion. "You've been so nice to me. You've
treated me like the father I've always wanted."
I look down at where my
cock stuck into her cunt and I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of her
statement. She realized the absurdity of the moment and she laughed also. She
resumed her motions and I let the pleasure wash over me. Her motions became a
little more urgent after a few minutes and soon she was groaning and arching her
back. I reached up and teased her dark nipples between the fingers of both
hands. I could feel her long hair caress my balls and the feeling drove me to
another climax. We shuddered together for a while and then she draped herself
upon me.
I hugged her to me and she snuggled in deeper.
"I could
live here forever!" she said and I found myself wishing she
could.
Part III
I went to bed that evening with mixed
emotions. I was dead tired and the last thing I remember was laying my head on
my pillow and wondering what I'd gotten myself into.
I awoke the next
morning when Mary shook my shoulder.
"I didn't know young girls could
wear you out like that?" She said, smiling.
The first thought through my
mind was that she knew about the previous evening, but I told myself I was being
paranoid.
"What're ya mean?" I asked her groggily.
"Well it's ten
and you're still in bed!"
"Ten o'clock!" I sputtered as I sat up and
looked at the alarm. Sure enough she was right. I hadn't slept that late in
ages. I guess fucking little girls was a lot more tiring than I had
anticipated.
I heard the excited screech of a young girl, which was
followed by a loud splash.
"Are they in the pool already?" I asked in
amazement.
"Well, unlike someone, who'll remain nameless, those young
girls have been up since the crack of dawn!"
"Jesus! Where do they get
the energy?" I moaned and fell back into bed. I pulled the pillow over my face
and lie still. I felt the sheet being pulled off of me and I clutched at it
fleetingly. I felt Mary's hand run up the inside of my thigh and I tossed off
the pillow and grabbed her hand.
"Don't start something you can't
finish!" I told her with a raised eyebrow.
She giggled and then the sound
of another screech reminded her why she came upstairs.
"Well," she said,
going to her chest of drawers and pulling out a two piece swimsuit, "if you'll
take care of the kitchen duties today. I'll take my turn outside as
lifeguard."
I almost said 'Thank God', but I refrained and gave my best
whine at having to fix sandwiches and running to fulfill their every little
desire.
"Oh, poor baby!" Mary said with a mock pout. Then she laughed and
told me to get my ass downstairs. I climbed out of bed and walked into the bath.
I notice I'd picked up a lot of sun the previous day and hoped that it wouldn't
peel. I got into the shower and washed away the nights collection of body oils
and dead skin. I tenderly washed my cock expecting it to be sore, but it felt
just fine and started to respond to the gentle stroking. I shook my head in
amazement and tried to think of other things. I dressed lightly and wended my
way downstairs. Everyone was out by the pool and the house was nice and quiet. I
walked into the kitchen and found that there had been a localized tornado this
morning that the news hadn't told us about.
There were a half dozen bowls
strewn about on all the flat surfaces, including one on the floor by the small
kitchen table. An empty milk carton lie on its side on the butcher block and I
could feel the grittiness of spilt sugar beneath my moccasins. My compulsiveness
kicked in and I thought about going outside and doing some yelling. I decided,
instead, to clean it up myself due to the amount of enjoyment I was getting out
of being alone in the relative peace and quiet of the indoors. I could hear the
peals of laughter outside and it was the last place I wanted to be at the
moment.
It took a half hour to rinse and stack the dishes in the washer
and a few moments to sweep the floor and put away those items that were
reusable. It was past eleven now, so I grabbed a loaf of bread and sought out
cold cuts and condiments. I fixed about twenty sandwiches with different
combinations of meats and dressings, placed them on a platter, whipped up some
iced tea, steeled myself, and carried everything out to the pool deck.
I
yelled out, "lunch is ready!" And a chorus of cheers rang out. One of the young
girls said, "good morning, Mr. Kragan!" And soon the others had joined in. It
was as though nothing had happened the previous evening. They acted like young
girls as they pushed, and grabbed, and giggled their way through lunch. I found
it hard to believe that I'd had my cock in some of their mouths and cunts. I
remembered the sight of the orgy I had left behind when I went downstairs to the
game room, and I couldn't accept that these were the same little sluts. They
were acting like little angels. Little loud and pranky angels, but angels none
the less.
Unfortunately, my pondering the previous evenings activities
had the usual effect on me and my cock started to push at my shorts. I looked
around and saw that Mary was lying face down on a towel on the deck and there
was no way she would notice. But, one of the girls noticed and soon there was
another round of giggles at my expense. I blushed and retreated to the safety of
the indoors. I retrieved the morning paper and sat at the kitchen table to enjoy
the fruits of my labor. I had worked through to the business section when a
number of loud screams and laughter erupted from the pool area. I contemplated
going out to see what mischief they were getting into now, but decided my wife
could handle it.
A few moments later, my wife came walking in from
outside and my jaw must have dropped to my chest. The top of her swimsuit was
missing and her breasts were exposed.
Mary saw my face and
laughed.
"The girls decided we should all go topless. They didn't give me
much choice."
"Oh?" was all I could eke out.
"They ganged up on
me!" she laughed. She was acting like a schoolgirl herself.
"So they're
all half naked out there? I'm glad the neighbors can't see!" I said and rose
from my seat. "Maybe I should go and make sure!" I added and stepped towards the
outer door.
Mary jumped in front of me and laughed. I jinked left and she
blocked my path. I watched as her breasts jiggled with her motions. I was
getting turned on. I dropped my right shoulder and went left. She fell for the
ruse and I had a clear path to the door.
"Jamie!" she said from behind
me.
I paused with my hand on the door knob and gave out a loud sigh. I
told her she got to see, but she didn't think that mattered. I felt like telling
her it wasn't something I hadn't already seen, but decided against that. I
turned around and went back to my seat at the table. I pinched her firm butt as
I went passed and she jumped and giggled. She went to the fridge and grabbed a
couple of beers. She handed me one and said she was going back outside. I told
her to be careful and not burn her pretty little tits. She stuck out her chest,
spun on her heels, and went back outside. I picked up my beer and the newspaper
and went into the den to finish reading and check on my email.
The
morning gave way to the afternoon and I wasted a few hours surfing the web. I
could hear the girls playing outside and marveled at their energy. Every now and
then, I would hear someone run up the stairs, and then run down the stairs. It
seemed like they couldn't live without going upstairs for some thing or other.
Mary came by about two, her swim suit back in place, and asked if I'd seen Mara.
I told her no, but I'd heard someone go upstairs a few minutes before. Mary left
and I heard her foot pads on the stairs. About five minutes later, I heard Mary
come down the stairs and she came into the den. She had a strange look on her
face. She sat in one of the reading chairs and I thought she was going to say
something. I stopped what I was doing and looked at her expectantly. She looked
at me and then she shook her head a little and got up and walked out. I watched
the door close behind her and wondered what had been on her mind.
I heard
the girls stampede up the stairs and I looked at my watch. It was four and I
knew that someone was supposed to pick them up at that time. I went out into the
living room and found Mary talking to one of the girls' mothers. Mary was
telling her what a wonderful weekend it had been and how much fun we had had.
She said that even I had enjoyed the girls. I must have been blushing furiously
as I shook the lady's hand, but no one mentioned it. The girls came trooping by
and they all told us how much fun they'd had and hoped they could do it again.
Mara walked with them out to the waiting van and watched them leave. She walked
back into the house and we noticed that she was crying.
"Honey! What's
wrong?" Mary said and took Mara into her arms. She hugged her and looked at me
over Mara's shoulder. I raised my eyebrows and shrugged, indicating I hadn't a
clue.
"What's wrong? Did someone say something?" Mary
inquired.
Mara simply shook her head and sobbed, "N.. n... no!"
We
waited for her to compose herself. I came and stood next to my little family and
put an arm around each of them. I casually rubbed Mara's back. It seemed the
natural thing to do, but it only seemed to make her cry harder so I stopped. I
was becoming concerned. I couldn't imagine what had brought this
on.
"It's.. it's...it's.." she stammered through her sobs, "the first
time I've ever had friends over!"
Having said this she buried her face in
Mary's shirt and bawled. Mary looked at me with tears in her eyes and smiled. I
felt a catch in my throat and felt that I might cry also. I took a breath
through my nose and turned away. I heard Mary whisper "Men!" I turned around and
stuck my tongue out at her. Mara saw me do it and she started laughing. It
became contagious and soon we were all clutching our sides. I left the two girls
in the living room as they talked about the weekend and I went in to start
supper. Mary joined me after a while and fixed a salad. I still had the feeling
she wanted to tell me something. I knew that if it preyed on her mind long
enough she would have to say something. And she did.
"I.. I... didn't
realize how mature girls of that age could be!" She said. I had a feeling there
was something behind the comment, so I asked her what she meant.
"I..
I.., oh, Lord! I don't know how to say this!" she told me.
"Then don't!"
I told her.
"Gosh! I've got to tell someone, or I'll just
burst!"
I stopped what I was doing and I just stared at her. She was
slicing tomatoes and knew that I was staring at her, but she made believe she
didn't.
"Look," I said, "I don't think I want to hear it!"
I
thought a little reverse psychology might work. She too stopped what she was
doing and stared back at me. She blushed and came closer so that she could
whisper to me.
"I went upstairs earlier today. You know when I asked you
if you'd seen Mara?"
I merely nodded and she continued.
"Well, I
heard noises coming from the guest room!"
Mary's eyes got wider as she
remembered what she'd seen. I had a feeling I knew what was coming next, but let
her continue.
"I don't know why, but I tried not to make any noise and I
went over and cracked the door a little, and, my God, you wouldn't believe what
I saw!"
"Tell me, finally!" I said in exasperation.
"Moxie was
kneeling on the floor and she was doing it to Rachel!" Mary said, her voice
getting louder.
"Doing it?" I asked as though I hadn't a
clue.
"You know! IT!" Mary practically shouted and then lowered her
voice. "She was eating her out!"
I chuckled at her manner and then
furrowed my brow as I asked, "Now, which one's Moxie?"
Mary punched me in
the arm, and I yelled "Ow!
"Oh, you're not hurt you big wussy! You know
damn well it's not important who," she told me and raised her fist again. I
flinched and held my hands up in mock surrender. "I didn't know young girls knew
how to do that! Do you think Mara does that?"
I looked at her
stunned.
"Apparently you didn't read the same file that I read!" I said
to her.
"Oh, I know, but I mean with another woman?"
"Did you?" I
asked her.
Mary pondered my question for a while and then frowning she
said:
"You know. I don't remember what I knew at that age. I mean, I'd
walked in on my parents a couple of times so I knew about uh.. fucking, you
know. But, well I remember walking in on my older sister one time and her
boyfriend was going down on her, but I don't remember how old I
was."
This was all new territory for us. We had never spoken of our
childhood sexual experiences. I knew she wasn't a virgin when I met her, but she
wasn't all that worldly either. Or at least I hadn't thought so. I had only had
a few experiences by then and I seemed to know as much or more than she. We had
learned together and had later experimented with others as I left her for four
years of military service.
"Seems like you did a lot of walking in on
people!" I told her, and she giggled. "And, it seems like you're still doing
it!"
She thought for a second and then realized I meant today's incident
and she giggled some more.
"You know, I used to do it on purpose when
Sissy brought a boyfriend home and my parents were gone. I knew she'd be getting
up to something naughty and I always wanted to see what she was doing. She used
to beat the crap out of me!" Mary reminisced, then blushed madly as she added,
"I used to go to my room and, uh... play with myself!"
I looked at my
wife with different eyes at that moment. I was about to say something when Mara
came walking in, her face freshly scrubbed and wearing something other than a
swimsuit. We ate a lively meal and then went our separate ways. Mara to do her
homework and surf the net; Mary to catch up on some bookkeeping for the company;
and I to watch a little television.
I lie down to bed that night with
thoughts of sex. I seemed continually on the edge of arousal. The slightest
movement by either of the girls would bring salacious thoughts. I looked up from
my pillow as Mary came out of the bathroom. She was naked and came to my side of
the bed. She drew back the sheet and lie down on top of me. Her mouth hungrily
sought mine. Our tongues danced a lively jig as her hand sought out my loins.
She grasped my manhood and stroked it as our mouths fueled our passion. I rolled
her over and brought my mouth back down upon hers. I grasped her lower lip
between my teeth and bit down gently. She made a hungry noise and pushed her
cunt against my seeking hand. I ran my tongue across her cheek and drove it
gently into her ear. She groaned and canted her neck into her shoulder. My
tongue traversed her throat as I descended to her breast. I grasped her right
nipple in my mouth and my tongue pressed upon it and toyed with it.
Mary
arched her back and I could feel her cunt begin to moisten. My tongue moved to
her left breast and I repeated the sucking and soft nibbling. I moved my tongue
in a widening circle and then took as much of her breast as I could into my
mouth. My tongue played with the erect nipple as I gently squeezed her breast. I
could feel heat rising from her loins as the blood suffused her labia. My tongue
trailed down the center of her abdomen and I stopped to toy with her navel. She
giggled and pushed on the top of my head. I took my hand away from her sex as I
slowly moved my seeking mouth lower. My tongue encountered her neatly trimmed
pubic hair and I dragged it through. I came to the top of her cunt and I veered
to the right. She moaned and push her pelvis up. I chuckled and continued down
to her thigh. I left a moist trail as I dragged my tongue along her golden skin
and reached her knee. I pushed her leg outward and licked at the back of her
knee. She sucked in a breath and it came out ragged.
I moved my tongue to
the other leg and did the same to that knee. She reached down and tried to pull
me up by my hair. I resisted and she moaned in frustration. I slid my tongue up
her right thigh and closed upon her cunt. She took in a quick breath and froze
in anticipation. I dragged my tongue along the outside of one swollen labial lip
and then up the outside of the other.
"Oh, you bastard!" Mary gently
moaned.
I chuckled again and placed my tongue at the bottom of her cunt.
I gently licked up from bottom to top and she tried to drive her pelvis into my
mouth, but I backed away and she collapsed in frustration. I lowered my mouth
again and drove my tongue into her groove. Mary moaned loudly and her shoulders
rocked back and forth. I drove my tongue in and out of her cunt and savored her
moist saltiness. She reached down and placed her hands on top of my head and
entwined her fingers in my hair. I pulled my tongue out of her hole and licked
upwards. I reached her swollen clit and pressed on it with the flat of my
tongue. Mary gasped again. I made my tongue a rigid muscle and circled it around
her swollen nub. Her clit became harder still. I loosened my tongue and licked
her clit.
Mary's hands clenched and unclenched in my hair. I sucked her
clit between my lips and sucked on it like a small lollipop. Mary moaned and
gasped and rose into a semi-sitting position. I had the palm of my left hand on
her stomach and I could feel her muscles whipcord.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh,
God!" She repeated over and over in rapid staccato as her orgasm ripped through
her. I pressed my tongue to her clit and held on for the ride. She bucked and
thrashed and I thought she would pull out handfuls of hair. Her orgasm lasted
for a lengthy bit and came upon her in waves. Each successive wave was gentler
and she slowly fell back onto the bed. Small trembles ran through her body and
she gasped for air.
Finally, she released my hair and she tried to hug
herself. I moved up and she clutched me to her and brought her lips to mine. She
pushed hard into my mouth and my lips pressed painfully back upon my teeth. I
suffered the discomfort and let her have her way. My cock brushed against her
clit and she gave a sudden jerk. Her hand shot down between us and she covered
her clit.
She pulled away from my mouth and looked at me with wonder in
her bright shiny eyes.
"Mother of God! Where the fuck did that come
from?" She asked.
"Nothing we haven't done before," I said, testing to
make sure my mouth could still from vowels.
"I know! You idiot!" She
laughed. "I meant where did that orgasm come from?"
"You tell me!" I told
her, but I had a pretty good idea. "Must have been those young girls. You trying
to show them up?" I kidded her.
She grabbed both my ears and pulled them
slightly away from my head.
"Ow!" I complained.
"That could be the
last word you ever hear!" She said in her best threatening
voice.
"Wouldn't those actually be the last words, or actually wouldn't
these be the last words?"
She laughed and pulled my face down into her
breasts. I took a nibble at a handy nipple and she pushed my face
away.
"Don't!" She said. "I'm like a giant fucking nerve right
now!"
"A fucking nerve!" I repeated. "Hummmm! My favorite kind!"
I
bent down to kiss her and giggling she rolled away. She turned onto her stomach
and pressed her face into a pillow.
"Stop it!" She yelled, but it came
out as a murmur.
I straddled her ass and rubbed my hard cock across her
cheeks.
"Uh-oh! Looks like someone's knocking at the back door!" I said
and pressed my cock between her cheeks.
"Ahhhhhk!" Mary shrieked in mock
terror as she put a hand behind her and covered her rear entry.
A moment
later there was a pounding on the bedroom door. We both froze and I rolled off
of Mary and looked at the door.
"What is it?" I yelled.
Mary
elbowed me in the ribs and grabbing the top sheet she wrapped it around her as
she walked to the door. She opened the door and Mara sprung inside. She looked
over at the bed. Her pupils were fully dilated and I could see the anger on her
face. The first thing that crossed my mind was that she was in a jealous fit. I
grabbed a pillow and covered my rampant cock.
"What's wrong, Mara?" Mary
asked.
"Was he hurting you?" Mara demanded and glared at
me.
"What?" Mary asked confused. "Oh...Oh!" She exclaimed her voice
rising. "Oh, no! My God. Jamie would never hurt me. I'm sorry. He, uh... tickled
me and I was just caught by surprise. I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was being so
loud."
Mara seemed to relax. I saw the tension go out of her body and
suddenly a blush crept up her throat.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I didn't
realize you were... Oh m'God! I am so embarrassed!" She said, and slapping a
hand across her mouth she turned an ran from the room.
Mary looked at me
and made a silly grimace as though saying 'what do we do now?'.
I rolled
my eyes and told her, "Go talk to her!"
Mary rolled her eyes at me and
trailing half of the sheet on the floor she walked down the hallway to Mara's
room. She was gone at least five minutes and then she came back and closed our
door.
"So?" I asked.
"Well, we had a nice little chat. We spent
most of the time apologizing to each other. She seems to think that you're going
to be really mad at her for interrupting." Mary said and shrugged.
I
pulled the pillow off of my lap and presented her with my still erect
cock.
"It depends on what happens next?" I told her.
Mary's eyes
opened wide as she saw my hard cock.
"Oh no, buddy! Put that thing away!"
She said and tapped her foot against the hardwood floor.
"Well come here
and I'll put it somewhere," I told her with a smirk.
"No!" She whispered.
"She can hear us!"
"Only when you're screaming!" I told
her.
"Ohhhhnn!" She groaned as she came over and fell face down on the
bed.
I climbed on top of her again and poked at some covered part of her
body.
"If you just lie still. I'll try not to make too much noise," I
stage whispered.
I felt her body ripple as she chuckled into the pillow.
I pulled the sheet up and unveiled the bottom half of her body. I grabbed her
hips and pulled them up slightly. I placed my knees in between her legs and
spread them open. I grabbed my cock and felt around for a moment until I felt
the fleshy lips of her cunt. I pushed forward slowly and her cunt opened to me.
I loved the feeling of her moist warmth as it engulfed my cock. I stroked into
her slowly. I pulled my cock almost all the way out and then pushed it in until
my balls flounced against her clit. I kept up the slow thrusting for several
minutes.
"My God!" Mary said. "You've never fucked me like that before!
It's getting me all hot!"
"Sshhh!" I said and she chuckled
again.
I don't know how or why I held back, but I just kept on stroking
slowly in and out. Mary started to moan and she would press back into me on the
down stroke. I could feel my cum building up slowly. It was a strange feeling.
The tingle built up slowly with every stroke. Mary had pushed up into a four
legged stance and her head tossed back and forth as she pushed back into me and
moaned. I could feel her cunt grasping at me as she sought her own release. She
brought a hand to her cunt and she stroked her clit. I could feel the motion of
her fingers when my balls slapped up against her hand. It felt as though my cock
was growing with every stroke. I thought that if I didn't cum soon that my cock
would simply explode inside of her. I thought if I went faster that I would cum
sooner, but for some reason I restrained myself. My orgasm was so close now that
it was almost painful, but a delicious pain. Like releasing a stream of urine
after having to hold it for a while, only a thousand times better. Mary gasped
and her head arched back as she came again. I felt the inevitable and I pushed
all the way in and held it there. My cock exploded. It was one of the most
exquisite orgasms ever. My cock just kept pumping and pumping.
"I can
feel it throbbing!" Mary gasped.
My body didn't shake or spasm as it
usually did. I just pressed myself into her and my orgasm centered in the tip of
my cock. I waited until the throbbing stopped and I fell onto my
side.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" I gasped.
"I think we should invite
them over every weekend!" Mary said as she turned over and lay on her side. She
had a forearm thrown across her eyes.
"What?" I asked not stopping to
think about her statement.
"The girls! If having kids around does this to
you. I think I want them around all the time!"
"If I had the strength.
I'd go over there and tickle you!" I told her.
"If I had the strength.
I'd laugh when you did!" she told me.
"I'll get you tomorrow!" I told her
as I felt my eyelids close of their own accord. I didn't even hear her
response.
I awoke to the alarm the next morning and found myself lying
uncovered and curled into a ball. I slid out of bed and ambled into the shower.
I let the warm water cascade over me and let it wash the sleep away. I washed
and shaved and got Mary up. She grumbled and aimed a closed-eyed kiss at me and
wound up pecking my eye. She walked into the bathroom, dragging the sheet behind
her. I watched her and shook my head. I dressed and went down to make coffee. As
I neared the kitchen I smelled the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and frowned.
Mara was sitting at the kitchen table, dressed, and eating cereal. I looked at
the Mr. Coffee and saw the last of a fresh brew dripping into the carafe. I
reached for a cup and poured myself some.
I looked at Mara and sipped the
fresh brew.
"Ahhh!" I exclaimed, savoring the coffee. "You're an angel,
darlin'!" I said, imitating my father's deep Irish brogue.
Mara
giggled.
"It's the least I could do after last night!" She said and
rolled her eyes up in self deprecation.
"I'm sorry if we worried you
Mara," I told her as I grabbed a chair, "we're not used to having someone else
in the house."
"Oh!" Mara said and raised her eyebrows. "So mom's a
screamer, hunh?"
I opened my mouth to chastise her and then clamped it
shut. I stared at her for a moment.
"Did you just say 'Mom'?" I
asked.
Mara thought for a second.
"I guess I did!" she exclaimed
in wonder.
We stared at each other for a moment and then Mara's eyes
filled with tears and a few ran down each cheek.
"You're really going to
have to start showing some emotion one of these days!" I teased her.
She
blubbered out a laugh and dabbed at her eyes. Mary came walking in, wearing a
robe. Her eyes were still mostly closed and she zombied over to the coffee pot.
"Mornin'" she cast at us as she grabbed a cup. Mara and I looked at each other
and burst out laughing.
Mary turned and looked at us as though we were
congenital idiots. Her stare took on a look of concern as she saw the fresh
tears on Mara's face.
"Are you okay, honey?" She said and came over to
look her in the eye. She turned to me and said, "What have you been saying to
her?"
I was taken aback by her accusation and just sat there staring back
at her.
"He didn't say anything wrong, mom!" Mara said, coming to my
defense.
"Well, why are you cryi...." Mary started to say and suddenly
realized what Mara had said.
"Oh my God!" Mary exclaimed and put her hand
across her mouth in astonishment. Then tears started running down her cheeks
also.
"Lord!" I said. "Too much Estrogen in here for me!" I got up
quickly and turned away so that they wouldn't see me tearing up. I walked to the
counter and fixed myself more coffee. I waited until the emotions passed and
went back to the table. I was greeted be two teary eyed faces. They both looked
at me with contempt and chorused a "Men!"
"Yes! And damn proud to be one
too!" I told them and held up my cup in a toast, forgetting how full it was and
some of the hot liquid spilled out and landed in my lap.
"Ow, ow!" I
yelled, jumping up and batting at my crotch.
"Serves you right!" Mary
stated and they both laughed.
I used a paper towel to dab at my crotch as
I watched Mary and Mara hug.
I had a feeling that things would be getting
strange in my house.
Part IV
"Adopt!"
I hadn't meant
for it to come out that way, but I was caught unawares and I simply reacted.
Mary reacted as though she had been slapped in the face. She spun on her heel
and walked out of the trailer. I swore under my breath and ran after her. I went
out into the hot July sun and looked for her. She was moving fast and was half
way to her car. I jumped down the three steps and took off at a trot. Several of
the crew saw us and realized something was up. They stopped what they were doing
and watched. I caught up to her as she was reaching for the driver's door
handle. I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around gently.
"You don't
give a guy much of a chance, do you?" I exclaimed.
"You said it all!" She
said, looking at me with angry eyes. "All it took was one word!"
"I
thought you knew me better than that?" I said.
She hesitated and her eyes
softened, "What do you mean?"
"You surprised me, that's all. I only
repeated what you said!" I didn't know if she was convinced or not so I tried to
think of something allegorical.
It's like when a wife comes up to her
husband and tells him she's pregnant. The guy yells out 'Pregnant!'" I suddenly
realized I had chosen the wrong example.
"How're you going to get your
foot out of your mouth now, mister?" Mary said, narrowing her eyes.
After
ten years of trying to get pregnant, the subject was a sore one. I cringed
inwardly and decided I wouldn't make it any worse. I merely shrugged and waited
for the pain. Mary sighed and leaned back against the car.
"I'm sorry,
Jamie," she told me and I looked at her in surprise, this wasn't the response I
had expected. "It's just that I thought you might say no and I worried about it
so much that when you blurted out like that I just assumed the
worse."
"Come on," I said and grabbed her hand. We walked back to the
trailer. I looked over at the guys and they turned back to their work and made
believe they weren't paying us any attention. Guys were worse than women when it
came to gossip I told myself. We climbed back into the air conditioned interior
of the job site trailer. It was hovering around ninety outside and it was only
the second week of July. It was going to be another hot New England summer. Mary
and I sat down and I waited for her to say something. She waited for
me.
"Well?" We both said at the same time and then we
laughed.
"It's fine, Mare," I told her, "I think it's a good idea. I just
got used to her being around and I didn't stop to think that they might come and
take her away at any time."
I could see Mary swallow as she tried to hide
the emotions that had suddenly welled up. I knew that losing Mara would hit her
really hard. She had found the child she always wanted and now she would fight
to keep it. She told me she had already asked Mrs. Jackson about the procedures.
I raised my eyebrows to indicate I was surprised she had done this without
talking to me. She ignored the rebuff and went on to say she had all the forms
that needed to be filled out. We would have to undergo another review board and
they would send someone over to check on Mara's school work and talk to people
who knew us. I groaned quietly at the thought of filling out another ream of
paperwork.
"Okay, okay, I'm convinced!" I said to stop the flow of
information.
Mary stopped talking and sat with her hands folded on her
lap. She was a pretty woman and at the moment she was glowing. Emotions were
always plainly written on her face and I always knew the score. I asked her
where Mara was and she told me she was riding the crane again.
"God damn
it!" I said as I rose up out of my chair. "I told them that the state would fine
us if they found us doing something like that."
"Oh, Jamie! Nobody'll get
hurt! You know they'll watch out for her!"
"That's not the point!" I told
her as I stomped out of the trailer. Mary had begun bringing Mara out to the
construction site when she came out to do the books. Mara had the crew wrapped
around her little finger and they'd let her do anything she pleased. It was a
wonder they didn't let her operate the fucking crane. I came around to the back
of the building and found everyone taking a break. One of those travelling lunch
wagons had shown up and the guys took advantage of their bad coffee and
overpriced sandwiches. Someone had bought Mara an ice cream on a stick and she
sat happily among the crew of tough construction workers.
"Hey boss!"
Said Sully, the on site foreman. "Buy you a cup of coffee?"
"Didn't know
you hated me that much, Sully?" I replied and the crew chuckled.
Mara
frowned not realizing it was a joke and then got caught up in the laughter as
she picked up on it. I walked over to the wagon and picked out an orange juice
and allowed Sully to pay for it. I went and sat next to Mara. I asked her if she
was having a good time and she gave me a chocolate coated grin. I made her dress
in long pants, hard shoes, and a shirt when she came to the site. I didn't want
her scraping and cutting herself on rough cement. I had tried to keep her inside
the trailer the first few times, but it was like holding water in a sieve. She
had on one of Mary's old denim shirts with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows;
a pair of tight fitting jeans; and some dusty Doc Martens. Her long lustrous
hair was pulled back into a long braid that hung down to her waist. She was the
cutest thing this side of a bug. Most of the men in my employ were family men
and had kids of their own, but they doted on Mara as though she were one of
their own. They all loved my wife and knew how much having a child meant to her,
even if it had taken me longer to realize it.
We chatted about the work
and the guys gushed about the new prefab material. The mall was going up quicker
than a teenage erection one guy said and then we all glanced at Mara to see her
reaction. If she heard the comment, she didn't react to it and focused her
energy on the ice cream bar. We all sighed and one of the other men punched the
culprit in the arm. I told the guys that we'd be moving most of the heavy
equipment at the end of the week and they all asked where the new project was
going to be. I told them it was a surprise and they'd have to wait and see. I
took Mara by the hand and we went back to the trailer.
We walked into the
trailer just as Mary was finishing a conversation on the phone.
"Okay!
Thank you very much, Mrs. Jackson. Um hmmm! I'll let him know. I know he's very
anxious to hear." Mary turned to us and watched us as she tried to disentangle
herself from the person at the other end. "Um hmmm! Yes, I think she'll be very
pleased. That's right, this thursday. I'll be there. Okay, b'bye! No, no, that's
quite alright! Yes, ma'am! Un hun! I'll remember. Okay, b'bye. No! I hadn't
heard!"
Mary looked at us and rolled her eyes upwards. Mara moved in
closer to me and I could feel the heat of her body. I felt her hand close around
mine and I looked down to see what was wrong. Her face was expressionless and
she merely stared at Mary. I realized she was aware that Mary was speaking about
her to Mrs. Jackson and she probably wondered what it was all
about.
"Yes, I'll make sure that Mara's ready. Un hun, I'll see she makes
it there on time. Yes, I'm sure she'll be very happy to hear it!"
Mara
took in a deep breath and I felt her body tremble. I played back the
conversation in my mind and I realized she probably thought she was having to
leave us. I squeezed her hand and she looked up at me. I gave her a wink and she
became even more confused. We listened to Mary prattle on, and finally she put
the phone down. She put an index finger in her ear and made an exagerated
twisting motion as though she was trying to get at some dug in
wax.
"Woman could talk the ears off a dead man!" Mary said, using an
expression borrowed from my father.
"What was that all about?" I asked
and felt Mara's grip tighten.
"Well," Mary said as she sat down. "It
appears like there's more than just paperwork involved. Mara has to have a
medical exam and they want the child psychiatrist to talk to her and she has to
tell everyone that she wants to do this also!" Mary finished and looked at Mara
with a big smile.
Mara was still unsure about what was going
on.
"Why do I have to do all those things?" she whispered.
Mary
realized suddenly that Mara was concerned and she came over to give her a
hug.
"Because!" Mary said, resting her chin on top of Mara's head and
rocking her back and forth. "We would like to adopt you!"
"Adopt!" Mara
exclaimed and Mary pushed her out to arm's length to be able and see her
face.
"I thought you would want us to?" Mary said in a hurt
voice.
I shook my head. How could Mary misread the same word twice in one
day.
"You see!" I told her and she frowned at me for a moment and then
realized that this was dejas vu. She laughed and brought Mara back into a bear
hug.
Well I sat back and watched as they cried and laughed and hugged.
I'd seen more tears in the last two months than in the last twenty years. I
figured that since emotions were already running high that I might as well drop
my own little bomb. I waited until they had gathered their wits before letting
loose.
"How would you guys like to spend the summer at the
beach?"
"At the beach?" Mary asked wondering what I was talking
about.
"On a little island off the coast of southern Mass called
Hanover's Island," I told her.
"Why on earth would you want us to do
that?" Mary asked.
"Well. It seems Uncle Sam wants to build a bridge
between that island and then next," I informed her.
"Uncle Sam? You mean
your military tour this year is here in Massachusettes?" Mary asked in
wonderment.
I had enlisted in the Army Reserves after my four years were
up and every year they would send me off to some remote location for a couple of
weeks and I would relieve some Corps of Engineers officer and watch over his
project.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Mary asked. I usually kept her updated
on my affairs, but I had wanted to surprise her with this one.
"Well.
It's more than just two weeks. As a matter of fact the bridge contract was
awarded to us and the Army decided I could just as well spend my tour on this
project as on some remote assignment somewhere else."
"You mean J&M
construction got the contract to build a bridge on some resort island? How in
God's name did you swing that?" Mary asked.
"I didn't. General Collier
called me up one day and said this project came up and he remembered my company
wasn't far from there and so he cut a little red tape and awarded us the
contract."
"Top dollar?" Mary asked.
"Yup! Top dollar all the way.
No having to cut corners. Full pay for men and machines. I even get to choose my
subcontractors."
Mary smiled and looked at Mara. Mara didn't know if this
was good news or not and watched for a clue as to how she should
react.
"Come on, Mara. We've got to go shopping!"
Mara found that
to be a good enough clue and she left grinning. I smiled myself as I watched
them go off hand in hand. Things had been good of late. Work was plentiful and
life was great. Mary had become a maneater in bed and I was getting some. I had
put the affair with Mara and the girls out of my head and it would only surface
on certain occasions like everytime Mary and I fucked. I found myself looking at
Mara with more than parental love. I was affraid I might succumb to my desires
and prayed that Mary would remain a wanton woman.
The week went by
quickly. Mara's appointment came and went. The forms and applications were
completed. Mrs. Jackson was nothing but full of good news. It looked like
everything would work out to everyone's delight. We packed up everything we
would need for the summer and locked up the house. One of us would come back
every now and then to water the plants and pick up our mail at the neighbors. We
got into the car and drove the two and half hours to the summer house I had
rented for us. It was a nice house. Wooden floors throughout and an entire glass
wall that looked out upon the ocean. We were right on the beach and it was
posted as being private. The houses on either side belonged to older retired
folks and we were guaranteed a nice quiet summer. Mara met a young girl who
lived about three houses away and they struck up an immediate
friendship.
The job looked like it would be a piece of cake. The pass
between the islands was shallow and had a granite floor. The Army sent me a
couple of young and eager engineers to help me and I let them do most of the
work. I checked over the plans everyday and then spent the rest of the time with
my wife and Mara. We had cookouts on the beach and cavorted among the low
rolling waves. We found a couple of nice family restaurants, thanks to our
neighbors, and pampered ourselves.
The second week we were there, Mary
said she would be going back to Boston for a couple of days to meet with our
lawyers over a compensation claim we were having a problem with. She said she'd
probably be gone for at least two full days. She'd check on the house and pick
up the mail at the same time. Mara and I kissed her good by and waved as she
drove off.
"Well, champ. I gotta go to work for a couple of hours. You
want to come along?"
"You'd leave me alone!" Mara exclaimed and cocked a
hip at me. She knew Mary would freak if she knew I'd left the twelve year old to
fend for herself, but I was also aware that Mara had lived on the streets and
knew she was perfectly capable of watching over herself for a few
hours.
"You promise not to drown?" I asked her in mock
seriousness.
"I promise!" Mara said and crossed her puffed out chest. I
tore my eyes away from her budding breasts and hoped she hadn't seen me ogling
her.
Mara decided she would rather come with me, so I told her to get
ready. I watched her pert little ass walk away from me as she went to her room
to get dressed. The house was smaller than ours and Mary had balked at having
sex at night for fear of Mara's being able to hear us. Other than a couple of
stolen hours while Mara visited her friend down the road our love making had
dwindled and nearly dried up. I was horny, and jerking off in the shower was
becoming unsatisfying. I had found myself paying more attention to Mara as she
pranced around in her small bikini. Her pert little ass and her fleshy breasts
kept luring my eyes to them. I fought the temptation, but I was only
human.
We went to the job site and she watched the huge pile driver do
its work as I worked on a problem with the two Corps engineers. The ledge we
were drilling into was harder than anticipated and we weren't moving quickly. We
decided on not drilling as deep and adding four more pillons for support. We
sent rock samples and the adjusted plan to Washington for their approval. I told
the guys that I'd worked hard enough that day and, accompanied by a chorus of
derision, I collected Mara and we went into Hanover for lunch. I had a Pastrami
on Rye with chips and she had a greasy cheeseburger with oily fries. I chased
mine down with a mineral water and she with a chocolate shake. Oh to be young
again. We left Ben's Diner and walked along the small boardwalk, which was
teeming with tourists. We ran into Danai, Mara's friend, who was helping her
mother out at the family souvenir shop. I let them twitter and whisper among
themselves and spent some time with Danai's mother; a blonde amazon of Danish
decent. She was an attractive woman until she opened her mouth and her buck
teeth appeared like head lamps in the dark.
Mara and Danai came and asked
if Danai could come back with us to the house. Danai's mother said she didn't
know if it was a good idea to impose, but her eyes were begging me to say yes. I
agreed and we all piled into the company truck. I wove in and out of summer
traffic and it thinned as we approached the area were the private homes were. I
pulled into the driveway and the girls jumped out and went screaming into the
house. There's nothing like young girls when it comes to that hair-on-end
screeching. If, God forbid, one of them ever got into trouble no one would be
able to tell the difference. I went and changed into my swim trunks and met the
girls coming out of Mara's room. Danai had borrowed a suit from Mara, but since
Mara was such a little thing the suit was tight and it would have been obscene
if Danai hadn't been as flat chested as she was. The lower half of the suit
though stretched across her ass and plainly outlined the folds of her cunt. I
felt a twinge in my cock and told them to run along and play.
The girls
spent the afternoon building an elaborate sand castle and enlisted my
assistance. The early evening brought a cool breeze off the water and the tide
rolled in and lapped at the walls to our castle. The girls tried to keep the
water at bay by digging a moat, but it was to no avail and soon the walls were
crumbling. They decided that the next time, they would build further away from
the shore.
We went inside and the girls dissapeared into Mara's room. I
sat down to read the newspaper. The girls came back out after a few minutes and
I was talked into allowing Danai to spend the night. I told them we had to ask
Gretchen, Danai's mother, for permission. She gave it. The girls wanted pizza
for supper so I phoned in the order and we watched television while waiting. The
girls disappeared into Mara's room again after we had eaten and I settled down
with a book. The sun had taken its toll on me and I soon dozed off. I snapped
awake and fought through the disorientation. I smacked my lips and grimaced at
the cottony taste in my mouth. I glanced at my watch and realized it was almost
ten. I got up out of my chair and decided I had better check on the
girls.
I could hear murmuring from behind Mara's door as I approached and
realized they were still awake. I stopped and listened for a moment.
"How
about that? Is that okay?" I heard Mara ask.
"Y.. yes, that's really
good!" a choked up Danai answered.
"Do you want me to try another?" Mara
inquired.
"N.. no! That's enough!" Danai replied.
I hesitated for
a moment, but decided to enter anyway. I pushed open the door and was greeted
with the same scene I had found at the other house the night of the sleep over.
Mara was on her knees at the side of the bed and Danai lie back with her legs
hanging off the edge. Mara had a couple of fingers stuffed into Danai's small
cunt and, as I watched, she bent forward and started licking at Danai's
clit.
"Oh yes! That feels so good!" Danai exclaimed.
I quietly
backed out and stood behind the partialy opened door. I made sure I had a good
view of the activities. Mara began driving her fingers in and out of Danai's
cunt and continued using her tongue. Danai's eyes were scrunched closed and she
gripped the bed cover in her hands. A little tremble woud go through her body
every now and then. Her mouth was agape and I could tell she was breathing
hard.
Mara pulled her mouth away and licked her lips.
"I bet you'd
like a cock inside you right now!" she said.
"Oh, yes!" Danai
said.
"A big fat cock!" Mara lewdly supplied and pumped her fingers hard
into Danai.
Danai groaned and arched her back. I reached down and
unzipped my shorts and pulled my hard cock out. I continued to watch and stroked
my cock from balls to head.
"I know where we can get a big fat cock for
your little pussy!" Mara said, and my eyes opened wide.
Danai frowned and
raised her head off the bed. She looked at Mara and waited.
"I bet my dad
would love to fuck your sweet little cunt," Mara told her.
I couldn't
believe these words were coming out of my foster daughter's mouth.
"Would
you like to have my dad's big fat cock fucking inside your tight little cunt?"
Mara asked Danai.
"Y.. y...yes!" was all Danai would say.
Mara
didn't take her eyes off of Danai as she said:
"Why don't you come here
and fuck this little girl, Jamie!"
I realized that she knew I was
standing there. I hesitated for a moment and then surrendered to my libido. This
is what I had been thinking about of late and it was being handed to me on a
silver platter. I let my swollen cock lead me into the room. I saw Mara look at
me and a grin played across her face. Danai stared at my cock. Mara stood up and
came over to me. She unsnapped my shorts and let them fall to the floor. She
pulled my underwear down and they joined my shorts. I grasped my shirt and
pulled it up over my head. As I pulled it up I suddenly felt a warmth engulf my
cock. I whipped the shirt off and looked down to see Mara bobbing up and down on
my swollen dick. She looked up at me with those big eyes of hers and my cock got
even harder. She pulled her mouth off and smiled. Rising she took my hand and
pulled me over to the bed.
"I want you to fuck her like she's never been
fucked before!" Mara told me with a hunger in her voice.
Danai pulled
herself all the way onto the bed and lie with her legs spread. She had a
feverish gleam in her eyes. I climbed onto the bed and knelt in between her
outflung legs. I grasped her ankles and pulled her legs into the air. I rested
her ankles on my shoulders and pushed my cock forward. The head of my cock
rubbed through the furrow of her small cunt and then against her swollen little
clit. I pressed my cock down with one hand and continued to tease her clit. She
smiled and moaned. I pulled back a little and pushed the head of my cock past
the outer lips of her cunt. I pulled it back out and saw that it was shiny with
her juices. I rubbed the slickened head against her clit again. She was becoming
very aroused and her head started moving from side to side. I pushed my cock
into her small cunt again, but this time I kept on pushing and it slid in until
I was pressing against her cervix. Either Mara had loosened her or this girl had
been fucked before. I pulled part way out and drove back in. Danai sucked in a
harsh breath and arched her back.
"That's it!" Mara murmured. "Fuck her
hard!"
I looked over at Mara and she was kneeling next to the bed and was
playing with her swollen nipples. It was an erotic sight. I felt my nostrils
flare and I started pounding into young Danai. She accepted my driving cock like
a grown woman. She moaned and rocked her head from side to side. I leaned
forward and pushed her knees into her chest as I drove even harder. I was
pounding so hard that the bed started rocking back and forth. I could feel my
cum building up. It felt hot and was almost painful as it erupted out of me.
Danai felt the hot liquid pour into her cunt and she groaned. I suddenly felt
very exhausted and I pushed myself off the young girl. I lie next to her and
watched as she brought a couple of fingers to her cunt. She pushed the fingers
deep into herself and then pulled them out and brought them to her mouth. She
sucked the juices off of her fingers and went back for more.
I'd never
even seen a grown woman do that and I felt my cock twitch as I watched. It was a
very lacivious sight. I felt the bed move as Mara climbed on board. She climbed
over me and knelt before Danai. She waited until Danai pulled her fingers out of
her cunt and then bent down and put her mouth on Danai's sex. Danai made a
guttural sound and pushed her pelvis up into Mara's face. Mara drove her tongue
into Danai's opening and started lapping up the juices that oozed out of her
little friend. I reached down and fondled my slowly swelling cock. Mara's face
was burried into the other girls crotch now and from the reaction it appeared
she was doing a good job. I pushed myself up and moved around until I was behind
Mara's upturned ass. I pressed my cock head against the dark lips of her cunt
and slowly moved it up and down. Mara wiggled her butt and I understood that to
mean she wanted more of me. I slowly pushed forward and slid into her hot
grasping tunnel.
Mara was much tighter than Danai and her cunt walls felt
like molten lava. She was very wet and it allowed me to easily slide in and out
of her. This must be what it's like driving your cock into a tub of soft butter,
I said to myself. I was gentler with Mara. My urgency for relief wasn't as
driving as it had been. Mara's hips took on a slight circular motion as she
savored the feel of my invading cock.
"Ohhh!" Danai suddenly cried out
and I watched as her face contorted in exstacy. Her eyes clamped shut and she
bit into her lower lip. Her back arched slightly and a rumble came out of her
throat. The sight drove me to push harder into Mara, who grunted as she
continued to suck and lick on her young friend's cunt. After a few hard strokes
I went back to the softer stroking of earlier. Danai placed her hands on Mara's
head and pushed it away. She had a smile on her face as she pushed and Mara
fought her. Danai won and slid out from under Mara's questing
tongue.
Danai lie on her side and watched as I continued to fuck Mara.
Mara reached up and pulled a pillow down so she could rest her head on it. I was
slowly fucking into her and she would rock back to meet my stroke. I had all but
two inches driving into her and it felt wonderful. Danai watched for a few
minutes and then decided to get involved. She turned onto her back and slid her
body under Mara's. I felt a warm breath on my balls and the tingly feeling of
her hair brushing softly against my thighs and scrotum. Mara groaned loudly of a
sudden and I knew that Danai had found her target. I grasped Mara's hips and
started fucking more rapidly. Mara's head would arch back every few moments in
time with her loud moans. I could feel Danai's head move a little faster against
my thigh and knew she was working hard at pleasing Mara. I closed my eyes and
concentrated on the exstacy enveloping the head of my cock. I heard a strange
gasp and looked at Mara thinking she was approaching orgasm, but it didn't
appear so. I closed my eyes again and continued to stroke into her little
body.
Mara started tossing her head about and I knew she'd be coming
soon. I started pumping faster hoping to cum at the same time. Mara screeched
and her orgasm wracked her little body. She tossed about and I held on to her
hips and held my cock deep in her. Mara finally stopped shaking and her breath
became ragged like a marathon runner's. She slid off my cock and fell to the
side. My cock stuck out above Danai's face and she reached up and pulled it down
to her mouth. Her small mouth sucked me in and I felt her tongue try to circle
the head. I fell forward onto all fours so that my cock was pointing straight
down at her mouth and she took more of me into her. I bent forward and took a
swipe at her cunt, but she reached down with one hand and covered it. She took
her mouth off my cock and told me she was still too sensitive down there. I
relinquished and allowed her to take me back into her mouth. She nursed on me
like a hungry calf.
Her position only allowed her to suck the head and
another couple of inches into her mouth, but it felt good none the less. Mara
moved behind me and I suddenly felt a wet tongue licking at one of my balls.
Mara played her tongue along the exposed part of my cock and sucked my balls
into her mouth. Having both of these preteens playing with my cock and balls was
too much for me and I grunted as I felt myself cuming once again into Danai's
body. She swallowed hungrily and continued moving her head up and
down.
"Uh, dear lord!" I exclaimed at the peak of my cum.
I heard
another strangled gasp and suddenly realized that it didn't come from anyone on
the bed. Mara heard it also and we both looked over at the door to find Mary
standing there. We looked upon her in shock and terror. I quickly pulled my cock
out of Danai's mouth and jumped off the bed.
"Mom, I.. I.." Mara said
trying to find the words, any words to say.
We both suddenly realized
what we were looking at and Mara let out a loud gasp.
Mary had her hand
deep inside her pants and she was leaning back against the door frame. Her other
hand was in her blouse playing with one of her small breasts. She was coming
down from her own orgasm. Mara stood next to me and we watched Mary slowly slide
down into a sitting position.
"God!" Mary mumbled. "That was the hottest
thing I've ever seen!"
Mara and I looked at each other in confusion. It
seemed like our life had taken a sudden eerie twist.