Chapter 3: Social Expansion

A Coastguard lieutenant with doubled silver bars on his shoulder is the same rank as an army captain, who commands a company.  Lt. Arnold Partridge, Julie’s father, was the commander of the Seaward Island Coastguard Station.  Lieutenant Junior Grade Roger Klieger, Ms. Ruby’s husband, with a single silver bar, was his executive officer and second in command.  Partridge and Klieger alternated as captains of the 100 foot cutter that was the excuse for the station’s existence.

Having completed his patrol and seen his crew fed, Lt. Partridge returned to his cottage on Wednesday evening as dusk was falling.  The three-day patrol had been uneventful, but he was tired of the pitching sea, ready to relax in the company of his daughter.  Wanting to surprise her, anticipating her happy smile at his appearance, he opened the screen door slowly and slipped from foyer to den, where his eyebrows rose.  She was not watching television.

He cocked his head to listen.  The house was silent except for a very faint murmur that seemed to come from the ceiling.  Julie’s bedroom was over the den.  What in the world was she doing up there?

He crept up the stairs and down the hall.  Her bedroom door was open.  He stopped before it, chin sagging.  His 13-year-old daughter lay naked upon her bed, feet toward the door, knees drawn up and splayed open, belly quivering, the heel of one hand gouging furiously in her groin.  Her head was thrown back so that he could see only her pointed chin.  What he had first characterized as a murmur was in fact a whimper.  Obviously she was consumed in orgasm!  He watched in fascination until his cock twitched.

Before he could turn away she sat up suddenly.  “Daddy, you’re home!”

He opened his mouth but no sound emerged.

She sprang off the bed to her feet, jumped upon him frontally, her arms enwrapping his shoulders and her legs his hips, and bussed him hard on the lips.  With her pretty face tucked under his ear, she said in her sweet soprano, “Oh, Daddy, I’m so glad!  I love you.”

For the last few years this had become a typical greeting when they met in private.  Her nudity was also not unusual.  For several years both father and daughter had been careless about it when alone with each other, although this year she had finally begun to show evidence of modesty.  Sometimes when he entered her bedroom she would throw on a housecoat, but not this time.

Though staggering back, from habit he clutched her under the buttocks and kissed her behind the ear.  “I love you too, honey.”

She released him and stood back with a wide grin.  “You caught me, didn’t you!”

He cleared his throat.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to sneak up on you exactly, just wanted to surprise you.”

She giggled.  “I’ll bet I surprised you!  Have you had supper?”

He took a breath.  “No, as a matter of fact.  How about you?”

“I forgot to eat.  Suppose I fix us some coffee and sandwiches?”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay.  You go change out of that uniform.  It’ll be ready in ten minutes.”

“Give me 15.  I need a shower.”

* * *

When Julie was six years old, her red-headed mother had run off without notice in the company of a contractor’s man.  After a lot of money paid to detectives, Partridge had tracked her down to a whores’ “ranch” in Nevada.  Going there in person, he rented an hour of her time to ask, “Why?”

When at first he heard no reply, he added, “Okay, you can’t stand me, but don’t you love our daughter?”

The woman, prettier even than his best memory, had lain on the bed, dressed only in stockings and garter belt, legs apart, heel of one hand rubbing her clit, slower but otherwise much as Julie would demonstrate seven years later.  She had said, “I’m confident you’ll take care of her.  Do you need money?”

“No.”  He sighed.  “I thought we were getting along okay.  What happened, sweetheart?”

She chuckled wryly.  “That’s right.  I’m everybody’s sweetheart.  Yours too.”

“Will you tell me why you left?”

Her head tilted.  “I was already anybody’s sweetheart.  Didn’t you know?”

He blinked.  “Know what?”

“That I fucked just about everybody on the pier at Toledo and a lot of the barflies.  In particular I took in your boss just about every night you were on patrol.”

He stared at her, appalled, recalling how seldom she was home, how often he was gone.

She shrugged.  “You’re a good lay, Arnie, but I’m a gal who really and truly loves cock, the more the merrier and the bigger the better.  Jamieson had a ten-incher, big around as a ball bat.  I couldn’t get enough of it or the other ones he brought in.  When he said he could get me a good start as a Vegas whore, I didn’t think twice.”

“You … you seemed to enjoy it whenever we got together.”

“Oh, I did.  I love all cocks, even the regular ones like yours.  Heaven is the smell of a man in my nose and his cock banging my womb.”  She laughed.  “I’m a classic nympho, Arnie, and the nut doctors no longer even call it an affliction.  Drop your pants and I’ll give you a fuck to remember.  Or would you prefer a ‘Round the World?’”

“What I want is a divorce and full custody.”

She shrugged again.  “Send me the papers.  I’ll sign them.”

Partridge thought of all that while taking his shower.  With the divorce final, he had cast about for female company but until transferring to Seaward had contented himself with the occasional services of whores.  Seaward station’s shortage of available women had not been a factor in his acceptance of command because as commander, he frequently attended mainland meetings where whores were plentiful.  Then two years ago Roger Klieger had been appointed as his executive officer and to his great surprise, Ruby Klieger had frankly and competently seduced her husband’s commanding officer, informing him that Roger would not object if he knew.  Now he visited her bed often on nights her husband was out on patrol.  Cuckolding his own exec — as he had been cuckolded earlier!  What was it about exec’s wives?  He would have looked for some deeper connection but for his ex-wife’s words at their last meeting in the Las Vegas whorehouse.  According to his experience, Ruby Klieger was at least as lascivious as his ex.

He recalled his wife bragging of her first sexual encounter at 13.  Had someone on the island broached his little Julie at the same age — one of those boys she kept company with?  Surely not an enlisted man!  Anger gripped him momentarily then faded as he thought, If so, it’s your own damn fault.  Not another girl near her age on the whole island!  She obviously needs female guidance.  He resolved to write his sister in Columbus.

Arriving in the kitchen, he saw that Julie was now wearing the faded housecoat that had belonged to her mother.  Indeed the girl was man high!  Her legs and arms were sleek and shapely.  When she turned around, her nipples were sharp points under the belted housecoat.  If she hadn’t let a cock into her love hole yet, it was bound to happen soon in this bastion of masculinity.  Hmm.  Three enlisted females lived in the female cottage; Lt. Klieger’s wife was on station and so was the wife of CWO Pelcher.  Maybe one of them —  No!  Certainly not Ruby Klieger!

As he ate his sandwich, he asked between bites, “Who are your friends these days, Julie?”

“You mean on the island?  Just Creight and Dave since Tanya left.”

“That’s been a couple years, hasn’t it?  Do you know any of the female enlisted?”

She shook her head.  “I don’t even know their names.”

“How about Pelcher’s wife?  Isn’t she Dave’s mother?”

“She waves at me.”  The girl smiled.  “Everybody knows who I am.”

“But you don’t know her well enough to ask her for advice?”

“No, Dad.”  Julie sighed.  “Nobody wants to be too friendly with the commander’s daughter.”

“I guess not.  But then … ah … who do you ask about feminine things, like sanitary napkins?”

“Like what?  Oh!  You mean …”  The girl blushed but straightened her shoulders.  “I took care of that myself.”

“You did?  How?”

“They told us about tampons in sex ed.  I went to the commissary clerk and ordered the smallest size she had.”

“Did you!”

She tossed her head.  “She sold them to me and didn’t say a word.”

He sighed.  “Julie, I’m terribly sorry I didn’t think of your needs.”

Her voice was thoughtful.  “I guess now I’ll need bigger …”  She trailed off, looked up at him and blushed again.

He stared at her but dared not ask.  Instead he said, “Make a list and I’ll see that it’s filled.”

“Thanks.  Oh, by the way, Pongo got here Saturday — while you were on patrol.”

The man blinked.  “I hope he’s not out in a boat.  It’s getting dark.”

The girl looked away.  “He left Monday morning.”

“After only two days?”

She took a folded notepaper from the housecoat pocket.  “I wasn’t home when he left.  He wrote this.”

Partridge read the note.  “Appointment with his dean?  What was that about?”

She shrugged.  “He didn’t say.”

“And ‘Maybe it’s for the best.’  Did you have a fight with him?”

“Oh, no!”  Her eyes were cast down.  Unaccountably she blushed again.

The man was gripped with a suspicion that immediately flared into a firm conclusion.  Goddamn college boys with alley-cat morality!  Pongo’s own first cousin, too!  Appointment with his dean indeed!  That fast-fleeing son of a bitch — even if his mother was Partridge’s sister — had doubtlessly relieved the underage Julie of her maidenhead while heating her blood, at least half of which came from that nymphomaniac who’d been his wife.

Partridge clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.

Julie was watching him with concern.  “Daddy, your face has turned red!”

He took another bite of sandwich and a grip on himself.  At least the little bastard had enough guilt or fear to tear himself away.  But, oh, the lost innocence!

He took a deep breath.  “Honey, it’s not safe for a girl to live alone only with men.  How would you like to stay …”  He started to say “with my sister” but remembered in time that she was Pongo’s mother.

“Stay where?”

“I don’t know.  I’ll think about it.  Do you have any good friends on the mainland?”

* * *

“You started without me?” asked Ruby Klieger, pausing beside her husband, who was leaning back in the well-cushioned glider, his iced whiskey sour sweating on the metal glider arm.  Night had fallen and as was their custom in summertime, Lt. (JG) Roger Klieger and his wife had repaired to the “widow’s walk,” a balcony on the upper floor stretching along the west and northern sides of their cottage.  Rocking chairs adorned the front, which looked westward toward the over-the-horizon mainland, with the glider on the side.  Light filtered dimly through the blinds in the window behind her, enough to reveal the man’s nakedness and the hard-on standing tall within splayed legs.

He chuckled.  “Not really.  I saw something today that reminded me of that 14-year-old — what was his name? — we picked up going to Petaluma.”

She chuckled.  “Petey, or so he said.  What’s that word — a diminutive?  Which it was, about as big as his thumb.”

“Big enough to squirt.  Several times, as I recall.”

“You ought to, you sucked it enough.”

He grunted.  “You said it yourself: little cocks are cute as hell.”

“But they don’t bang your womb.”

“I don’t have a womb.  Was that the littlest you ever fucked?”

“Since I was a little girl, maybe.”

“Oh, yeah: you had an active childhood.”

“Huh!  In fact I never had a childhood.”

“Quit bragging and come around here like you’re supposed to.”

“Guess I still need to get you wet.”  She flung her dressing gown over the balcony rail, set her brandy sour, tinkling with ice, on the arm beside his, swung equally nude around the glider end while stepping over his leg, and knelt before him.  “Tell me whose cock you saw that reminded you of Petey,” she said before her mouth slurped up at least half the thin but nearly eight-inch snake.

He caught his breath.  “I love the way you latch on.”

She grunted nasally and made “give-it-to-me” motions with both hands.

“What reminded me?  I ducked out of the Rescue Rules class for some air and saw you step out of the woods, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.  Figured I’d missed Honiker.  You did go into the woods with him, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“But half a minute later here comes that kid, son of CPO Vale.  I don’t recall his —  Oh god, Ruby, I love it when you swallow it all!”

With a nasal giggle, she removed her nose from his pubic pad and backed away to reveal a remarkable length of rod.  Holding the foreskin back with one hand, she dribbled a large mouthful of spittle onto the dark head.

“Creighton Vale is his name.  He’s my story tonight.”  She rose to her feet, bent for a quick sip of her drink, turned around, reached between her legs to catch his cock and settled slowly on the turgid organ, guiding it into her rectum.

He thrust forward to meet her.  Most of her voluptuous 140 pounds settled on his hips and lower belly.  Her flesh was cool, her buttocks soft as a large pillow despite her religiously executed morning run up to the peak.  She leaned back against him.  Her hand, no longer needed upon his completely engulfed cock, slowly stroked her pussy parts.  With features too strong for real beauty, she was nevertheless a tall, handsome and well-fleshed woman whose devotion delighted him, despite or perhaps because of her insatiability.

He took a deep breath.  “Oh god, Ruby!”

She chuckled.  “You said that.  What’s the complaint this time?”

“I can’t get over how easily it slips up you.  I know you know this isn’t the only ass it’s been up.  I can’t remember another one that didn’t need a lot of working to get it in this far.  Well, except after another guy.”

“You’re complaining it’s too loose?”  As she spoke, her sphincter squeezed him tightly.

“No, no!” he almost shouted.  “Whew!  You’ll cut off the circulation.”

“You’ve got a nice long dick, Roger,” she said fondly, “longer than the great majority of men.  But it’s thinner too.  It’s a perfect asshole dick.”

He laughed.  “For a perfect asshole.”

She sniffed.  “If you mean me, I’ll consider it a compliment.”

“Referring of course to this second hole in your bottom, the asshole of perfection.  How do you keep it so clean, enemas?”

“No.  A balanced diet and exercise.”

“Wh-what?”

“I’m serious.  You mean how come you don’t pull out a shitty dick?  You remember those two wives in Yorktown, the ones we first fucked on the picnic?  They liked it up the ass too.  We talked about it.  The secret is to keep your shit firm and rather dry so it stays together when you go.  That’s diet and exercise.  It really is.”

“Hmm.  You always fill up your plate when you eat.”

“Yeah, but not with stuff that’s too greasy.  Lots of roughage.  You think I’d suck your cock if it came out of my ass shitty?”

“I … guess not.”

Her buttocks began a gentle slip forward and back.  His hands rose to squeeze her tits.  She giggled.  “You saw Creight show up right after me and jumped to a conclusion, didn’t you?”

“Just in fancy.  I thought maybe he’d been spying on you and Honiker.”

“Spying?”  She sniffed.  “He acted like he was blind.”

“What do you mean?”

“Honiker met me behind the mess hall, all worried that Chief Bailey was going to miss him.  Honiker is such a little chicken!  He’d be damn near useless, except when you grab his dick, he’ll follow you anywhere.”

“He shouldn’t worry.  Bailey knows all about it.”

“How do you know?”

“Bailey is gay as a Mardi-Gras party.  He means to grab Honiker’s cock himself one of these days.  By the way, what kind of cock are we talking about?”

“Honiker’s?  About average in most respects.  Circumcised.”

“Don’t tell me he’s the only guy you can get in the daytime.”

“Get easily.  When he has cleaned up the kitchen, he dares to slip away for an hour or so.  You know I can’t arrange a gang-bang when you’re ashore.”

“Why not?  As you well know, I don’t give a damn — the contrary, in fact — long as you’re discreet about it.”

“They’re scared to death you’ll catch them.”  She giggled.  “Talk about fraternization!  I’ve heard them say it with awe: ‘We’re fucking the exec’s wife.  They’ll put us under the brig!’”

He shook his head.  “Wish I dared to get in line with them.”

“As to Honiker, he has one real advantage.  His second pop takes forever.”

“What do you mean, ‘forever?’”

“He shoots a heavy load down my throat in about 30 seconds then takes a long time to come again.”

“So?  What’s hard about that?”

“You got it.  I believe his’ll stay hard as long as it’s pumping, even all day.  I get on top of him and go to town.  You know me.  With a dick banging my womb I’m off to paradise.”  She laughed.  “That’s where I was when Creight stumbled over us this afternoon.”

“In paradise?”

“Yeah, kind of an unthinking seventh heaven.  Honiker and I were fucking in the middle of the path to South Point.  He froze under me and his dick fell out.  I don’t need a lot of help, but losing my only dick is a real downer.  His eyes were big as saucers when I came down from my high.

“‘What’s wrong?’ I said.

“‘Somebody’s coming.’

“‘No shit.  Me!’

“‘Running down the path.’

“I raised up to listen and that’s when it happened.  A body came flying around the bend, thumped me with a knee and went sprawling.”

She raised an arm and craned her neck to look down along her left side.  “Yeah.  I’ve actually got a bruise.”

“Good god!  And it was this Creight?  What’d he say?”

She giggled.  “What happened next was Honiker turned white, jumped out from under me, grabbed his clothes and took off bare-assed back up the path.  I looked over at the new guy.  He sat up, panting, and looked like he was scared to death.  Of course I recognized him: Chief Vale’s kid.

“I stood up, making sure to jiggle my boobs —”

“You were naked?”

“As a jaybird.  I said, ‘You need to practice your high jump.’

“He stood up and gulped cutely.  ‘I — I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to … to …’

“My side was stinging from his knee, but this lad was a cutie.  With cuties you don’t call attention to turn-offs.  He was bare-chested, wearing shorts, well tanned and sporting a couple hairs on his chin.  He’s a blond, you know, with just a touch of silk on his arms and legs.  I wanted to see his dick.  He was staring at my big boobs and I remembered how the boys loved them in high school.  I said, ‘You like what you see?’

“He goes, ‘Oh god, Ms. Ruby!’

“He looks earnest.  I go, ‘Come here.’

“I almost giggle.  He sort of sidles up to me, like a lamb to the slaughter.  It even feels that way.  I’ve told you about seducing my nephew.”  She laughed.  “Guess I’m a pedophile after all.”

“You love anything with a cock,” he said dryly.

“Oh yes!”

“I bet this kid’s was hard already.”

“You know it.  I put my hand under the elastic and it’s standing out like a little divining rod that’s found an underground river.  What a thrill, a new dick!  Oh god, I do love ’em!

“He helps me pull down his shorts.  I say admiringly, ‘That’s a man-sized organ you have there, honey.’  And it almost is.  About average length but on the thin side.  I bet it’d fit in my ass beside yours.”  She sighed.  “If we could figure out how to arrange it …”

“So there you were, jacking his hard little cock …”

“How’d you guess?  He shivers and says, ‘Ma’am, I’m gonna … gonna …”

“‘We can’t have that,’ I say, ‘at least not yet.’  I let go of his dick, take both his hands and put ’em on my boobs.  He has a squeezing good time before he gets the idea to suck one of them.  That’s enough to get the juice flowing again.  I kneel down and start sucking him.  When I tilt my head to look up, his mouth’s hanging open.

“He says with amazement, ‘You’re deep-throating me!’

“I have to laugh through my nose and he starts coming, a very nice load.  This boy didn’t start flogging his dong just yesterday.  Sweet stuff!  Lots of wheat, if you know what I mean.  Of course I let up on the pressure about half way through and just hold it in my mouth.  His legs get weak.  With my arms around his muscular little ass I let him down on his back but keep mouthing his wang.  It pulses pretty good at first, strong squishes in my throat, but soon fades out.  After a few seconds I start sucking again.  He moans and shivers, kicks his heels on the path, grabs my ears, but he doesn’t push me off.

“Honiker he isn’t.  Even with his dickhead in my throat and his balls in my hand, I can’t keep it hard.  I realize he’s another average guy: loses his starch along with his jizz.  But how’m I going to keep him around until it rises again?

“That turns out not to be a problem.  To my surprise he gets up, throws his arms around me and tells my neck, ‘Ms. Ruby, I love you.’”

Klieger laughed with her.  “Yeah, young guys often fall in love with their first woman.  I did myself.”

“You told me that story.”

“About the neighbor that caught her son and me in a 69?”

“Yeah.  Asked you to sneak out that night and meet her in the garage.”

He chuckled.  “She was a hot number, like you only not so brave.”

“She saved you from faggotry.”

“Yeah, and I loved her for it.  But she didn’t save her son.  And there’s still some question about me.”  He clutched a hip in either hand and slid her buttocks back and forth.  His finger joined hers in her pussy.  “I’ve yet to find much difference between male and female assholes — until you reach in front.  How’d you like that young dick?  How old is that kid, 12 or 13?”

“I love erect dicks.  Young or old, not much difference.  But ooo, Roger, yours is special!  This is twice the fun of a good crap.”

“Because it goes in as well as out?”

“And because of your fingers in my cunny.”

“We were talking about your young lover.”

“They call him Creight.  He’s 13.  I pick up our clothes and lead him off the path in case somebody else comes along.  We talk for a while.  He runs around with Pelcher’s son, who’s 12, and the old man’s daughter, also 13.”  She giggled.  “He told me they spied on my Saturday gangbang.”

“You’re kidding!”

“I’m afraid not.  He knew exactly who was there.  Those kids roam all over this island, especially with school let out.  It’s a wonder they never noticed us before.”

He said thoughtfully, “How many gangbangs have you enjoyed in the last two years, ever since you told Smitty to invite Meyer?”

“Lots, two or three a month.  Thirty, maybe?”

“I guess it must be.  Of course most of them took place in the mess hall.”

“Until Wilkins caught us.”

“Damned religious nut.  If I get the chance, I’ll transfer him out.  So what did Creight think about …  That was when I choppered to the commander’s officers’ call?”

“Yeah.”  She giggled.  “He asked a question nobody else ever has.”

“What?”

“Was I really coming the whole time and if so, how could I do it?”

Klieger chuckled.  “Yeah, a reasonable question.  What’d you tell him?”

“That it’s the female advantage.”

“Huh!  I’d like to’ve heard that conversation.”

“Oh, he was a sweetheart, very tender, sitting beside me with his arm around my waist.  Without mentioning it I took his hand and put three fingers in my pussy.  He dared to work in a fourth one.  I wondered if he’d try his whole fist, but he never got up that much nerve.  Maybe it never occurred to him.  I played with his balls, stuck a finger up his asshole, did the loose-fist jack on his dick.  In a few minutes it was up again.”

“Did you suck him again?”

“Just to wet him.  Then I stretched him on top of me and we had a good long missionary fuck with a lot of wet kissing.”  She laughed.  “He said he could taste his come in my mouth.  I told him some of it was Honiker’s, to see what he’d say.”

“All right, I’ll ask: what did he say?”

“‘Yuck!’”

They laughed.  She continued, “His dick was big enough for me, and his slim wiry body felt good in my arms.  And legs.  I got back into heaven.”

“So you don’t really need a gang.”

“Roger, it’s not a question of need.  A gang can go all afternoon and then some.  You have to ration yourself with just one or two dicks.”

“Even with Honiker’s?”

“I don’t think there’s another Honiker on this island.  Of course I haven’t fucked every man here.”

“Not yet.  But you’re getting close.  Boys, too.”  He moved her hips faster.  “When I think how many other cocks have been up this ass …”

She asked, her tone betraying strong interest, “Why does that excite you?”

“That’s a good question.  I don’t really know the answer.  I don’t care how many have plowed your pussy, but somehow your asshole is special.  Sharing my woman’s asshole gives me a real kick.”

“Well, you’re right: I’m your woman despite the other dicks.”

“I guess some might wonder what it means, to be my woman while you fuck every other cock in sight.”

“It means I come home and tell you — only you — all about them and their little quirks.”

“And if you find a better one than mine?”

“Better how?”  She shrugged.  “I’ll tell you of it.”

“I believe it.  And I love it.  So Creight fucked you à la Honiker.”

“After I cranked him up he did a creditable job.  Took him about 30 minutes to come again.  I pulled his butt up on my boobs and let him wilt in my mouth.  That’s sweet too.”

“Huh!  I know about that.  You love your pussy flavor as much as you love jizz.”

“Almost.”

He kissed her neck.  “I think you love young flesh about as much as I do.  When will you meet him again?”

“I don’t know.  We didn’t think to mention it.”

“Oh, he’ll pester you!  Probably Pelcher’s kid too.  He’s 12, you say?  Better be careful there.  He’s the only one of them with a mother on the island.”

“Damn!  I wish I’d thought to swear him to silence.”

“You think that’d do any good?  You don’t know teenage boys.  He’ll be proud of fucking you.”

“Who’ll he tell beside his friend?  You think he’ll tell the girl?”

“Probably.  And probably use it to get into her shorts.”

Ruby laughed.  “A good use!”

Her hips rolled for a while.  He sighed.  “Did he ever say why he was in such a hurry?”

“He was higher up the hill, got a glimpse through the trees of a couple fucking and thought it was Dave and Julie.”

“His little friends?”

“Pelcher and Partridge’s kids.”

“So they have been at it!”

“Apparently just those two.  He said I was his first woman.”

“How lucky for you!”

“I can’t remember anyone else ever telling me that.”

He chuckled, looking sideways down at her.  “And now you feel a special tenderness, eh?”

She grinned at him and said ironically, “Just like my own son.”

“Well, I can just imagine that little cock in your other hole.  Now I’ll lie awake plotting how to put it there while I’m back in this one.  Ruby, I’m getting close.  You want to taste it or do you want it up your ass?”

“First give me a good licking.”

“More than that.  After nothing but ordinary cocks today, I wonder how you’d like a real stretcher.”

“God, Roger!  Your fist ruins me, but ruining is what I always wanted.”

* * *

On Thursday morning Julie lay abed after waking.  She fondled her naked body languidly, relishing its softness — the slender thighs, flat tummy and small breasts. She decided not to masturbate, although she fingered her clit, because she had resolved to get fucked that day, despite Pongo’s lies and treachery.  She now had two possible partners, Dave and Creight.

She had read about girls who were sluts, who threw themselves at guys and thereby lost their reputations, but to listen to them talk, the girls at school viewed such behavior as eminently worthwhile.  They admired it and wanted to practice it!  She decided coolly that in her case she didn’t need to become one, at least not all the way.  All she had to do was let the boys have their way, let them think it was their idea.  Already she had an inkling of how to proceed, having many times persuaded them to her own idea of what the threesome should do next.  She knew that she could not play innocent — not with those guys — but she didn’t have to seem too eager at first.

In one of the scenes on Pongo’s DVD, Elsie took two men at once: Pongo in her rectum and a stranger in her pussy.  He called it a “sandwich.”  Julie could almost imagine how it felt.  She was determined to arrange it with her own two “men.”  Dave’s little dick would be perfect at the rear.

Later that morning but long before noon Julie sat on her front steps clad as usual in shorts, T-shirt and sneakers.  She was confident the boys would show up because they always did sooner or later.  At last she spotted them drifting up from the harbor.

“Hey, guys,” she called when they were fifty yards distant.  Her pussy tingled in anticipation.

“Well, well, she’s out and around,” declared Creight sarcastically.  “Where’ve you been?  You didn’t go with your cousin.”

“He left Monday on the ferry,” explained Dave.  “Where’ve you been since then?”

“I stayed home.”

“You didn’t answer the door yesterday,” said Creight accusingly.

“Or the day before,” added Dave.

“I was sick,” she lied, tossing her head.  She took a deep breath and gave them a wide smile.  “But I’m feeling great now.  I’m glad you guys showed up.”

“You are?”  Creight studied her.  “You got something in mind?”

Dave obviously did.  He said hopefully, “Do you want to do it some more, Julie?”

“Yeah,” Creight chimed in, “with me too!”

She sniffed.  “What are you guys talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Julie,” said the older boy.

Dave made it explicit.  “I’m talking about you sucking my cock again.”

“I only sucked you because you hadn’t squirted yet for the first time.  Now you can let Creight to do it.”

That worthy protested, “I don’t suck dicks, Julie!  What do you think I am?”

“You don’t —  Why not?”  His vehemence surprised her.

Creight’s mouth fell open.  “Because … because I’m not gay.”  He shuddered.

She said thoughtfully, “Actually a dick feels good in your mouth.”

“Yuck!  You’re making me sick.”

Her lip curled.  “If it’s so awful, why do you expect me to do it?”

“Because you’re a girl.  It’s okay for girls.”

“My mouth is no different from yours, Creighton Vale — except maybe I brush my teeth more often.  Why do you guys need a girl to suck you?”

‘I licked on your pussy, Julie,” Dave interjected.  “Creight doesn’t have a pussy.”

She grinned.  “Is that supposed to be an argument?  Okay, that’s where I’m different from guys, Dave, but you don’t have to be a girl to suck a dick.”

“Jeez, Julie!” Creight objected.  “You’re just making trouble!”

“I’m making trouble!  You’re the ones who came up to me asking for blow jobs!”

“Yeah,” Dave said.  “I guess it’s not fair of us.”

“Speak for yourself!” his older friend complained.

Dave sat down beside the girl and rubbed his palm along her near, bare thigh.

“I’d like to lick on you again, Julie,” he said.  “You don’t have to suck on me if you don’t want to.”

Despite her limited experience with guys and their motives, Julie recognized that Dave was a smooth talker.

“Let’s go inside,” she said with a silent chuckle.  After all, this was what she’d had in mind from the beginning.