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The Unsought Diversion
Copyright c 2003, Varangian



"Mommy will be right down," the girl informed me in a young voice.
She held a kitten to her cheek and gaped at me with an awkward
expression on her otherwise pleasant face.  I assumed she was a
shy eleven or twelve year-old.  She stood less than five feet tall
and had a slight figure that did not appear to include tits.

It was the occasion of my first date with her mother, Sibyl, who,
as we drove off minutes later, astounded me with the news that the
daughter, Alice, was eighteen, almost nineteen.  "My girl is slow
but she's not demented or stupid.  She graduated from the special
high school I've been sending her to, but I don't think she's
college material."

"I thought girls grew up in high school."

She glanced across at me.  "You mean sex?  Thank god she's not
more filled out.  Then I'd really have a problem."

I let the matter drop without mentioning that some men preferred
waifish-looking girls, especially naive ones of legal age.  But I
was not that sort.  I was more interested in the mother,
beautifully filled out, with whom I hoped to score.

* * *

I knew Sibyl from the office.  She had always been friendly and
showed interest in me, but I began flirting with her only after my
wife walked out.  Sibyl had an attractive, unblemished face and a
pleasant manner.  I found her lovely legs and prominent tits very
enticing, of course, but her most appealing quality was a
disinterest in finding a husband.

"I like men," she stated on that first date,  "but I wouldn't want
to live with one.  And to satisfy your curiosity, Alice was a
high-school accident.  I refused to marry her father."

After dinner and a movie we chatted in the car in front of her
house.  I didn't expect to get laid that evening, although she
encouraged intimacy beyond our office relationship.  We kissed and
she allowed me to palm a breast for a moment, but she was
obviously not in the mood for more.  She soon disengaged.

"Thank you for a lovely evening, Clifford.  I'd like to spend more
time with you, but not tonight.  I told Alice I'd be home early."

After another, brief kiss she got out of the car and walked to her
door.  I waited until she turned, waved and entered the house.

Our second date, that weekend, was more promising right from the
start.  Alice greeted me like an old friend.  She let me hold her
cat.  I met Sibyl's mother, a woman about sixty who lived on the
other side of town but who was staying the night.  She gave me a
knowing look, not quite a leer, when Sibyl came down the stairs in
a tight fitting skirt.

"You two enjoy yourselves," the eldest called as we left the
house.

As soon as we got into the car Sibyl snuggled to me and invited a
kiss.  "I brought my toothbrush," she said after a minute of
dueling tongues.

I abandoned my original plan to attend a hockey game and drove
straight to my house.  During the silent, short drive there her
head lay on my shoulder and my free hand on her thigh.  There was
no doubt about what we both intended.

We resumed kissing as soon as I closed the door behind us, and
moved awkwardly to the middle of the living room with lips pressed
together.  I undid her blouse, then the bra, stooping to suck on a
generous, soft tit.

"I haven't had a man in two years," she admitted, adding with a
nervous laugh, "but we ought to do this in the bedroom."

I finished undressing her there, on my knees, licking her pale
thighs before pulling down her panties.  She had trimmed the dark
bush but not shaved it.  I pushed my mouth into the tangle.

"Will you do that for me?" she asked in a voice of wonder, her
hands fondling my head.

I rose to ease her onto the bed, raised her knees and climbed
between them.  She placed her legs on my shoulders when I started
to suck the prominent clit hood.  Her response was immediate.

"Oh, god!" she cried, squirming against my face.  Whining moans
became increasingly loud as I continued to lap on her with two
fingers inserted into wet tightness.  She bucked, yelped and
pulled painfully on my hair.

"That's enough!" she gasped.

I raised my head to see her breathing heavily through flared
nostrils, upper lip twitching.  "Get undressed!" she ordered.

I complied at once.  Her face became calmer as I stood beside the
bed and tore off my clothes.

When my hard cock sprang into view, she smiled.  "You don't
disappoint me, Clifford."

I sought to mount her at once, but she pushed me back and began to
kiss down my chest.  The feel of her mouth on my cock head was
electric.  My ex-wife had refused to suck me.  I watched her try
to engulf the entire thing, but she soon gave up, and with eyes
sparkling on mine she jacked it while holding the top two inches
in her sucking mouth, cheeks compressed.  The pleasure was
overwhelming.

"I'm going to come!"

She stopped sucking and relaxed her lips, continuing to jack, but
more slowly.  I grasped her head when the first, powerful squirt
surged ecstatically forth.  Two more followed quickly.  Spunk
flowed backward down the shaft from the cock head still held
lightly in her mouth.  A hand squeezed out the last of my pleasure
after she sat back and grinned at me with wet lips.

She swallowed and remarked, "There was so much of it."

"It's been a while for me too."

"Just a moment," she said, backing off the bed.  "Let me brush my
teeth."

She returned shortly with moist rag in hand.  "You're all messy,"
she said and wiped me with the warm cloth.  Then she lay beside
me, cuddling into my arms with a sigh.

I had known the woman for over two years but never suspected what
a delight she was.  "That was great for starters," I murmured into
her ear.

"Will you recover soon?" she asked, eyes twinkling.  "The next
part will be even better."

"It should only take a few minutes."

"There's no rush.  Mother doesn't expect me home tonight."

"And Alice?"

"Alice knows about sex, although she doesn't like it."

"She's tried it?"

"A neighbor boy took advantage of her a couple of years ago.  She
came home crying and said she never wanted to do it again.  I put
her on the pill, though, just in case."

Sibyl's aroma at that moment was a curious mixture of slight body
odor, shampoo and peppermint toothpaste.  I found it a comforting,
domestic smell.  I nuzzled her cheek as a hand roamed her back.
We could kiss as we fucked.  She was almost tall as I.

Our kissing became intense.  I rolled her onto her back and leaned
over with hand on a lovely tit.

"Are you ready so soon?" she asked.

Without answering I climbed between her long legs, which she bent
at the knees.  As we kissed I felt her hand sliding my cock into
her.  I had fucked uncounted times, but never with such an
agreeable woman.  We began slowly.  Repeatedly I pulled out almost
all the way, then eased back in, savoring the sensation.

"You're teasing me," she protested but turned her head aside from
my kisses to concentrate on the pleasure.  I quickened the pace to
meet her urgent thrusts.

"This is so good," she gasped.

Her fingernails clawed my back, though not painfully.  We fucked
while staring into each other's eyes.  Her face grew increasingly
agitated -- nostrils flaring, upper lip drawn back with teeth on
the lower.  She began to pant rapidly.  Staccato mewls announced
the approaching climax, which arrived with a small cry.  I knew I
could last and tried for my second.  She became wilder, scratching
my shoulders, hips thrusting violently in response to my
relentless pounding.  Her second cry was much louder and lasted
longer.  Then her body relaxed.  It was now my turn.  I resumed
the long, slow strokes with which I had begun, relishing the feel
of her tightness.  Shortly I sensed the telltale prickle.  She
smiled at me before I kissed her lips and began to spew.

* * *

We became steady lovers.  After a week I mentioned marriage, but
she refused to discuss it.

"Why get married?" she asked.  "Right now I'm more happy than I've
ever been."

"It's a commitment," I grumbled.

"I'm already committed to you, Clifford.  I've had my eye on you
for over a year.  I certainly don't want another guy."

I didn't press the matter because I too was very happy.  And I
trusted her.

Alice soon revealed that she was hardly simple-minded.  The dolls
and stuffed animals of her childhood were stored in a closet, and
the first impression one had of her room was books.  She had two
cases full of them, a few in French.

Marveling at them, I said, "When you met me at the door the first
time, I thought you were only a child."

"Mommy thinks I'm slow," she replied, "but I'm not.  I'm just
different."

"You act like a little girl, though.  You could change that and
also dress more grown up."

"I like being different.  Besides I don't want to attract boys."

"You prefer girls?"  It was a bold suggestion.

She grinned.  "I have a friend.  But we're not lesbians, not
really."

"Is she different too?"

"Boys aren't interested in her.  She should lose a few pounds."

"So you don't like boys.  That's a shame, because many guys would
consider you just the right sort of girl."

"Does that include you, Clifford?"

I laughed.  "Yeah, if I were ten years younger."

"You're not so old," she responded, winked and left the room.

She had spoken in a lilting, girlish voice, and her physical
appearance suggested she was not quite pubescent.  The content of
her speech, though, was adult.   Then it came to me that she never
spoke so maturely in the presence of her mother.  It was all an
act, but one whose purpose I failed to grasp.

That evening I encountered her in the upstairs hallway as she
emerged from the bathroom clad just in panties.  She started and
pulled a folded towel to her bare chest.  But it was just a
reflexive action; she was not actually modest.  She immediately
let the arm drop to reveal tiny, immature tits that were nicely
shaped.

"You see," she said with a frown, "I really am just a little girl,
not at all like Mommy."

"You're jealous of her!"  That explained a lot.

She scowled and turned to leave, but stopped and faced me again.

"Don't tell Mommy what I've been saying."

"I promise.  It'll be our secret."

I ogled her as she returned to her room.  She was not at all
scrawny.  The small girl had beautiful legs.


* * *


"What did you do with your hair?" I asked her a few days later.

"Samantha cut it.  She's good at that sort of thing."

Samantha was Alice's friend.  It was not just her hair, which was
cut short like a boy's.  Her jeans did not cling to her legs.  A
wide belt with a large buckle held them up.  The tucked-in shirt
hung flat on her chest.  She had an androgynous face.  One would
immediately assume she was a pretty, pubescent boy.

"I'm going to be Samantha's boy for a while," she explained.

I grinned.  "Samantha must like them young."

"She'll take whatever she can get.  We're meeting at the mall, and
I'll pretend I don't know her.  I'll let her seduce me."

"At some point she'll discover you're missing a crucial part."

She laughed.  "Then I'll become a girl again."

After Alice left for the mall I went upstairs in search of Sibyl,
grateful for the privacy.  I was in the mood for sex.

"Have you seen Alice?" I asked after entering the bedroom.  "She's
a real Peter Pan."

"Has she left?  I've been waiting for you."

Sibyl lay on the bed, barefoot and in shorts open at the top.  Her
unbuttoned blouse revealed a lovely tit.  Auburn hair splayed
against a white pillow, and her face held an intense expression
that I had come to recognize as lust.

"Get undressed," she said before I could sit beside her.

"I think that's your favorite order," I noted.

She grinned lasciviously.  Soon I stood naked with my cock fully
erect.  When I moved to climb onto the bed, she urged me back with
a small shake of her head.

"Not yet," she said in a low voice.

She slipped one hand into the shorts, and with the other began to
fondle the exposed breast.  She inhaled quickly through her
nostrils.  She was masturbating.

"I've been touching myself all morning thinking of you."  Her
voice was uneven.  "I want to try something different today."

The sight of her was arousing.  I began to jack my cock slowly.

"Yes, play with yourself."

It was a beautiful game, although I didn't know how we'd score it.
She stared at me intently.  Her lips started trembling and her
breath came in pants.  Then she arched her back and uttered a
brief cry.

"Undress me!  Lick on me!"  It was a whining plea.

After a moment, following quick kisses, I pressed my face to her
wet bush and began to eat her in the way I had learned she most
enjoyed.  Her uninhibited moans delighted me, and a violent buck,
a yelp and a gasp signaled the orgasm that soon arrived.  I
hurried atop her in search of necessary relief, but while she
returned my kisses she blocked her opening with a hand.

"Have you ever done it from behind?" she asked against my lips.

We had fucked doggie-style a number of times over the past month,
so I immediately understood what she had in mind.  I had done it
once, early in my marriage, but my ex-wife screamed so violently
that I retreated before I was half in.

"That will hurt, darling."

"Be gentle."

"But you're dry back there."

She flung her left arm aside.  "The night stand.  In the drawer."

I got off her and sat on the side of the bed.  I retrieved a jar
of Vaseline from the drawer she indicated and opened it.  It was
unused, as though purchased for the occasion.

She had rolled over.  Her arms grasped a pillow and a cheek
pressed against it.  She was stunning from behind, especially
considering what I intended to do in a moment.  Her butt was a
generous, fleshy hump, and the smooth, pale thighs that pressed
together invited the kisses and licking I gave them.  Sitting
beside her I pushed the legs apart to smear her hole with the
grease.  I probed with the tip of my index finger, then withdrew
to slicken that and the adjacent finger.  With slow caution I
penetrated her.  In response she squirmed an arm under her belly,
her own finger idly diddling.  Her body stiffened as I worked two
fingers into her.

"Relax, darling.  Loosen the muscle like you're trying to shit."

I got both fingers into her all the way.

"Are you all right?"

"I want you on top of me."  The pillow muffled her request.

With my free hand I awkwardly slicked my cock.  It was not much
more than average in length, but I feared it might be too thick.
I mounted her and without further preamble pressed the head to her
hole, forcing it a couple inches past the sphincter.  She gasped
but did not otherwise protest.

"That's the hard part, darling.  It doesn't get any thicker."

"Stop talking!"

I penetrated her fully.  The feel of her soft butt against my
abdomen was arousing in a novel way, as was the touch of her
thighs on mine.  I tried a long, slow stroke, then another.  The
physical sensation was not as rewarding as fucking in the regular
fashion, but the realization that I was in her ass was incredibly
exciting.  I knew I had to hurry before she found it unendurable.
I laid atop her on my elbows to kiss her cheek and started to fuck
with small jabs.  I felt her busy fingers at work.  They
occasionally touched me.  Her mouth next to mine emitted gasping
groans.  She was bringing herself off!  Her whining moans signaled
an approaching orgasm.  I was almost there too.  The instant she
cried out I slammed her with two long, cruel strokes and joined
her in ecstasy, my body pressed heavily on her, my teeth biting
her neck.

When I rolled off the sweaty woman I caught a glimpse of Alice at
the open door.  She quickly disappeared from my startled eyes.  I
paused, wondering how the girl would respond to me the next time
we met.  The sight of your mother getting butt fucked could be
traumatic, especially to one whose only previous experience was
queer sex with a fat friend after painfully losing a cherry.  I
said nothing to Sibyl, concluding that the daughter and I would
share one more secret.

"I've been thinking of doing that since our first time together,"
Sibyl said, flopping face-up on the bed.  "It took all morning to
work myself into the proper mood."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Now that's it's over it strikes me as pretty gross.  But, yes, I
did enjoy it, although I won't want to do it again for a long
time."

"It hurt?"

"Of course it did, but it was also very exciting."

We showered together, washing each other very tenderly.  She
confessed a love for me as she leaned in my embrace under the
pelting warm water.  I tried to outdo her with protestations of
adoration.  We didn't talk about marriage.  It was a taboo
subject.  After drying we returned to the bedroom to make love in
the old fashioned way with me on top, kissing as we fucked.  It
was more rewarding than the previous bout.  She acknowledged it
too.

Alice was not in the house when we went downstairs.  She returned
a couple of hours later, casting me a glance that expressed
exasperation more than anger.

"How could you do that!" she exclaimed later after her mother went
grocery shopping.  She looked like an outraged young boy.  "I
caught a glimpse of you!  You're too large for that sort of
thing!"

"It doesn't concern you!" I burst out.  "You shouldn't be sneaking
around."

"I wasn't being sneaky.  Samantha didn't show up, so I came home."

"You missed out on your queer game?"

"We'll do it tomorrow, and it's not as queer as what you just
did."

"It was your mother's idea.  She said she enjoyed the experience."

"That's hard to believe.  Sometimes she's weirder than I am."

"That's a matter of opinion."

She grinned.  "What do you think?"

I tousled her short-cropped, blonde hair.  "You're such a pretty
boy, Alice.  If I were queer, I'd make a pass at you."

"You'd find something missing.  Then what?"

I could not think of a response.  The image of her half naked body
in the hallway came to mind, and I realized I was sexually
attracted to the small young woman.  It was a troubling thought,
because I was in love with her mother.

Sibyl returned shortly, and we all helped prepare dinner.  While
we ate I repeatedly caught Alice glancing at me with an expression
that belied the little girl act she resumed for her mother's
benefit.

"You'll attract men dressed like that," Sibyl observed at one
point.

"Why's that, Mommy?  I look like a boy."

The girl was devious.  She also unsettled me in a dangerous way.

After dinner Sibyl agreed to my request that we have sex only at
my house.  She didn't press for an explanation.  "We wouldn't
shock Alice if she burst in on us, if that's what you're worried
about.  She knows what we do together."

"Still, it would be more relaxing."

"That's true."

Sibyl visited me for the next week, during which time I didn't see
Alice, although I thought about her with disturbing regularity.

* * *

The following Saturday afternoon I found Alice on my porch when I
answered the bell.  She smiled, and without a word pushed past me
into the house.

"Samantha has found a boy friend," she announced.  "A guy a year
younger, still in high school.  He's a huge, dopey oaf, but
they're in love."

"So, you've lost your playmate."

With tilted head she assayed me.  "I'll find another."

She wandered to the kitchen to gaze into the fridge.  She had been
in the house before, but only with Sibyl present.  The hair was
still in it's boyish mode, of course, but the clothes were
definitely feminine.  As if dressed for a party she wore a short
skirt that displayed her shapely legs beautifully, and the tight
pullover emphasized small, pointy tits.

Noticing my ogle, she asked, "What do you think, Clifford?"  She
spun around with arms raised.  "And I'm legal too."

"Behave yourself!  Someday I might become your mother's husband."

She looked at me with a sad expression.  "I've always wanted to
have a daddy, someone like you to make me feel worthwhile."

"But, Alice!  You're a delight!"

"Mommy thinks I'm stupid, and I didn't grow much past age ten."

She stepped so close that it was impossible not put my arms around
her.  She hugged me.  "You would have been a perfect daddy," she
mumbled against my chest.

I nuzzled her short, flaxen hair.  "But I'm not.  I'm too young
for that.  Your mother is a little older than I, you know."

"Then you could have been my boyfriend.  I wish you had been my
first guy.  You wouldn't have hurt me so much."

I tightened the embrace.  "Perhaps I would have been more gentle.
But that's all in the past now.  You have to look forward."

"I want to go to college, Clifford.  Will you talk to Mommy?  She
thinks it's too much for me."

"Maybe that's because you've always acted like a little girl.  But
you'll go to college, Alice. I'll see to that."

She hugged me fiercely.  "Mommy is the simple one, you know.  I
don't think I've fooled many other people."

"Well, now you can be grown up and go off to college.  Your mother
will be very pleased by the change."

She snuggled in my arms. "Do you love me, Clifford?  No one ever
has.  I've noticed the way you sometimes look at me."

"Your mother loves you, sweetheart, and I'm very fond of you."
She was making me uncomfortable.

She sighed.  "I was hoping you'd say yes, because I love you."

"I love your mother, Alice.  I'm committed to her."

"Don't you have a little left over for me?"

"You're a very sweet young woman.  You'll find a guy, if that's
what you want."

She pushed free to stare at me with moist eyes.  "I'm not a
lesbian! Samantha and I just played together.  I know I'll have
boyfriends eventually, but you're the man I want now."

"I won't cheat on your mother!  You should go home!"

She grasped me with her arms again and sobbed against my chest.
"I'm not asking you to cheat, Clifford.  I'm still afraid of guys
and I thought you could help me."

I turned her head up with both hands on her cheeks.  "I've
promised to be faithful, Alice.  Can't you understand that?"

"But I'm family!" she blubbered.

Despite the serious of the moment, I found her response amusing.
I smiled.  "I'll love you as a daughter, if your mother agrees to
marry me."

She stepped back and wiped the back of a hand across her face.
"Incest with your daughter wouldn't be cheating!"  Suddenly stern,
she stared at me.

The girl was wearing me down.  "You're not my daughter in any
case."

"I don't want you forever!  Just show me what it's like to be a
woman."

"You'll find a guy for that, Alice," I said, easing her toward the
door.  "You should go home now."

She left in a petulant mood.  I paced between kitchen and living
room for a while thinking about the encounter.  Never before had a
woman begged me for sex, and I felt a genuine fondness for this
one.  Worst of all I found her sexually attractive despite the
childlike appearance.  I wished Sibyl were not away on business.
I needed comfort and release.

Alice returned an hour later.  "I won't give up, Clifford!" she
stated after storming into the house.  "I know you want me.  I
won't bother you after Mommy comes home.  I'll go live with
Grandma until I go off to college."

"What about later?  You won't simply disappear."  I was wavering
and she could tell.

She embraced my waist.  "I'll be good.  I promise," she said,
tilting her head up.

I could not resist kissing her.  With that, I succumbed to her
completely and lifted her into my arms.  She squealed in delight,
then peppered my face with kisses as I carried her upstairs to the
bedroom.

* * *

We undressed in a rush and climbed naked onto the bed.  It was a
curious situation.  She became very passive, returning my kisses
but without her previous passion.  I felt awkward with a girl that
small.  I could not imagine getting on top of her, yet she
expected me to take charge.

"Are you having second thoughts?" I asked.

She shook her head, but seemed anxious, biting her lower lip.

"We can wait for another time," I suggested.

She shook her head again. "Will it hurt?"

"I doubt it."

I ran a hand along her thigh and fingered the mature tangle
between her legs.  She was dry.

"Bobby -- he was the guy -- just jammed it into me."

"I'll be very gentle.  I'll lick on you first."

"Samantha says guys don't like that."

"I do."

After kissing down her body, I ate her out, probing her tightness
with a finger.  She became aroused and wet.  Her orgasm was not
spectacular, just a gasp, but she seemed more relaxed when I lay
beside her again.

"You do it differently," she remarked.

I took her hand and placed it on my rigid cock.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked nervously.

"Just feel it.  You've avoided even looking at it."

To prove me wrong she laid her head on my belly and began playing
with the thing, flipping it back and forth.

I pulled her back up to me.  "Do you want to get on top?"

She looked frightened.  "I don't know what to do."

"Have you ever put something inside you?"

She nodded.  "Samantha and I used to do that."

"Then get on top and sit down on it."

She knelt and straddled me.  I held my cock upright for her.  She
lowered herself, but jerked away when she felt the knob touch her.
Then she tried again, staring at my face with an anxious
expression, her lips twisted.  I felt her wriggle on it, pressing
down, then easing up. The knob finally penetrated.  She stopped,
breathing hard, before forcing more into her.  Within seconds she
was sitting fully upon me.

"It feels strange, but it doesn't hurt."

"Now do whatever feels good.  You can rub yourself at the same
time."

"With you watching?"

She sounded aghast, but she began to diddle herself as she moved
experimentally on my cock.  She was a lovely sight, with eyes
closed and lips parted, obviously enjoying the experience.  I
roamed one hand along a slender thigh, and with the other fingered
a little tit.  She was very tight.  I didn't think I could last
long, but tried to avoid coming too
soon.  She began to slip back and forth on my cock erratically,
diddling furiously.  The panting suggested an approaching orgasm.
When she fell forward onto me with a cry, I quickly grabbed her
cute butt cheeks and began slamming her with long thrusts to
achieve my reward, which arrived in exquisite spurts.

* * *

She dozed beside me, not stirring to my occasional touches.  If
she had larger tits, I thought, she would still look too young.
With that haircut her head was boyish.  I didn't feel like a
pervert, because the girl was old enough, but I wondered why I
found her so attractive.

I had not romanced her, and our sex had run its course without
passion.  It had been just a physical experience, and I hoped it
would satisfy her, but I doubted it.  She was very affectionate
afterwards and again said she loved me.  I dreaded the
complications, which was made more real by my fondness for the
girl.  I wanted her again.

"Wake up, sweetheart," I murmured against her lips, my hand
fondling a narrow shoulder.

She touched my side and I abandoned myself to the kiss, which
became intense.  She stroked my head as I fingered her hole,
finding it still slippery from my recent discharge.  Her face
became lost beneath me when I climbed atop supported by elbows.  I
penetrated her easily.

"Oh, Clifford," she moaned, her arms seizing my back as she thrust
at me.  We fucked in long, rapid strokes as though the world were
about to end.  After a minute or two of the fury she scratched me
and cried out.  "More!  More!" she called from beneath me.  "Don't
stop!"  She fell still and the only sound was the slapping
together of our flesh.  Then she began to pant, and cried again in
ecstasy.  I came immediately.

"Get off, please," she asked in a muffled voice after a moment.

She curled into my arms for more passionate kisses when I laid
beside her.  "You do love me!" she exclaimed.  I could not deny
it, but I knew I was in deep trouble.  Before we fell asleep for
the night we did it again, this time with her on top, leaning down
for me to hold her.

* * *

"You pervert!" Sibyl screamed at me when she found out.  "You took
advantage of that simple, little girl!  I think there are laws
against that!"  She stormed up the stairs bawling.

Alice, sitting on the couch, shrugged her shoulders.  She was clad
in a dress, wore earrings, and her lips were painted a deep red.
It was her new grown up style, but even when her hair grew back
she would still look barely pubescent.

She didn't just tell her mother about our week-long affair, she
boasted triumphantly.  I should have known, but she had twisted my
mind with love and lust, in what proportions I was not yet
certain.  For six days we had fucked like there was no tomorrow,
usually with her on top, either in bed or sitting on a kitchen
chair.  She had given me blowjobs and swallowed more than once.
She even offered to try butt fucking, although I rejected that
suggestion.  She claimed me as her own.  I was to be her guy,
although she expressed a willingness to share me with her mother.

"She'll come around eventually, Clifford," Alice said, bring me
back to the present.  "She's hooked on you."

I wasn't so sure.  I looked from her to the stairway, wondering if
I should go up to explain, but thought better of it.  I could hear
Sibyl sobbing in the bedroom.  I decided to leave and turned
toward the door, but Alice jumped up to join me.  We hadn't been
apart in six days.  I had called in sick to the office.

Sibyl rejoined us a couple of hours later.  Alice was sitting on
my lap in an armchair.  She had taken off her pantyhose, and when
I heard the stairs creak I hurriedly removed my hand from beneath
her dress.  I placed the girl on the floor, then stood.

The woman was freshly showered, but her face looked haggard.
"What do you have in mind, Clifford?  A harem?  Perhaps we can
recruit that fat dyke, Samantha."

"Samantha has already found a boy, Mommy."

Sibyl glared at her daughter, then turned again to me.  "Maybe you
intend to take a child bride."

"You can still have him, Mommy.  Clifford's promised to send me to
college."

The mother snorted.  "I'll look for a school in Australia."

"Sibyl," I said, touching her arm.  She backed away.  "Can't we
talk about this?"

"What's to discuss?  You obviously prefer simple-minded tykes."

"I don't love you any less," I insisted.  "I want to marry you."

"I'm afraid we'd have to get a larger bed."

Alice's eyes lit up at the implication.  Then she shrugged.  "I
won't be around much after I go to college, you know, but I'll
always love Clifford."

"Shut up, you little slut!"  The woman seized my arm painfully.
"I want you out of here," she growled at me.  "Don't ever come
back!"

"He's my guy, Mommy!" the girl screamed.  "He showed me how much
fun it was!"

"Go to your room or I'll have you committed!  And you," she said,
pushing at me, "if you ever show up here again, I'll call the
cops!"

I fled with the sound of female yelling resounding behind me.


* * *


I leaned down and easily sucked on my own cock.  Why, I thought,
had I believed this was only possible in dreams?  Why had I never
done this before?  I slurped joyously, bringing myself closer and
closer to orgasm.  I cried out and awoke when my cock began
spewing.  As reality flashed over me in the moonlit room, I saw
the shaft buried in little Alice's mouth.  Giggling at my
expression, she finished me by hand, swallowed ostentatiously,
then extended her tongue to lick a fleeting dollop.  The moonlight
etched her drooling lips for my dark-adjusted eyes.

"You sure are a deep sleeper," she said.  "Do you mind if I use
your toothbrush?"   She left for the bathroom without awaiting a
reply.

I had not seen her in three days, since the blowup at her house.
How did she get in?  Yes, she knew where I kept a key on the back
porch.  Belatedly I realized that she was naked.

Returning quickly, she jumped onto the bed and into my welcoming
arms.

I declared, "It's the middle of the night!  What are you doing
here?"

"I missed you, Clifford.  I snuck out."  She licked my neck
affectionately, while my hand roamed up and down her back.  "Are
you mad at Mommy?  She's crying all the time."

"No.  There's no reason for me to be angry.  I'm at fault in this.
I cheated on her."

"But if you didn't, we wouldn't have had all that fun."

"I know.  It's a stupid situation, and now I've lost you both."

"You haven't lost me!  I'm ready to move in.  I'll go to college
downtown."

"It's a nice idea, sweetheart.  I'd really like that, except I
know you want to try out other guys."

"Do you mind?  I won't bring them here."

"I'm thinking of moving away, to Africa.  The firm has asked me to
open a branch for them in Tunis.  That's a big promotion for a guy
my age, just eight years out of law school."

"Do they have a good college there?"

"So you're running away, are you, Clifford?"  It was Sibyl
standing in the doorway.  "I saw Alice's car, and your back door
is open."  She shrugged, as if to dismiss our nakedness.

"He's not mad at you, Mommy!"

I was speechless, especially because she began slowly to unbutton
her blouse.  "I heard about the Tunis job," she said.  "It's a
great break for the three of us."

"Wha-what do you mean?" I stammered.

She continued to undress and did not answer.  When she removed her
panties she stood beside the bed for a moment, allowing me to
appreciate her magnificence.

"Make room, Alice." she said, reclined next to me and rolled into
my arms for an intense kiss.  "Tunisia is a Moslem country,
darling.  You can have two wives there."


END
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