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Angel's Adventures, Chapters Five Through Eight

By

PlanetDweller


The continuing lifestory and adventures of Angel Green, her life, loves, 
her grade-school sex club affectionately known as "The Tongue Club", 
and her association with "Raleigh Friends" adult swinging social club.


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clinical sex research, medical fetish

++++++++++++++++++++

Angel's Adventures, Chapter Five

Christine and Patrick, the parents of Angel's best friend Betty and 
fellow co-founder of "The Tongue Club", make a proposal to Angel; the 
Suddeths use Angel's unique talents to help catch a criminal; the three 
siblings, Angel and her younger brother Bobby and little sister Jamie 
have a nice night of sibling incestuous sex alone at home one night; 
Angel is introduced to and swings with Hunt Reed, a definite boyfriend 
prospect for her

++++++++++++++++++++


	The look on Patrick's face was different, if not plain weird. I had 
known him and his wife Christine ever since I first met my best friend 
forever Betty way back when of course, for years and years that 
seemed like a lifetime since well I guess it was a lifetime my short 
thirteen-year-old lifetime of a good part of it. He was sipping on a 
Budweiser as he sat on the couch and aimlessly watched some TV 
program and didn't make eye contact with me, patting the space on 
the couch beside him for me to sit down next to him. I was getting 
more than weird vibes from him. I thought about leaving for a second 
before Christine came up from downstairs silently and touched me on 
my shoulder with a "Angel, please have a seat, we'd like to talk with 
you if you have some time tonight", vibes sent and received like I was 
in trouble, that I had done something wrong and was going to get 
reprimanded for it.

"Uh, Chris, Pat, what's this about?" my butt fidgeting on their couch as 
Christine scooted close to me on the other end of the couch, 
sandwiching me between the two of them, a place which was making 
me feel very uncomfortable even though they were the parents of my 
very best friend Betty.

"Uhhmmm, nothing much" Chris offering me a cold Bud but I waving it 
off, the smell let alone the taste of Bud not pleasant to me at all "we 
just want to talk with you some is all, Angel" Patrick now hitting the 
off-button on the remote to cut the TV off as he turned to face me, his 
hand coming to rest on my knee, which for some reason made me feel 
very, very, very uncomfortable. She took three deep swigs of her Bud 
and Patrick tilted his head back to finish what was left of his.

"Well, Angel" his eyes meeting mine for the first time since I sat down 
"Christine and I want to talk to you about something."

	
	I felt one of those true oh-shit moments of my life coming on. 
Hadn't had one in some months, I guess it was about time for one. 
The worst it could be was that they were kicking us, The Tongue Club, 
out of the basement and we'd have to find another meeting place, 
though it would impossible to find one near as nice as their old 
basement apartment they were letting us use.


"You guys are starting to creep me out. Where's Betty? Why isn't she 
here?" I trying to find that little bit of space between the two of them 
but Christine just crowding me more from her end when I did.

"Betty's upstairs finishing her homework, Dear, and this doesn't 
concern her, it concerns us, you, Patrick, myself."

	Her eyes were telling the truth. Oh what the fuck now?

"Let me, let us cut to the chase" Patrick continued.

"Please do, I'm getting weird vibes from you guys, you're making me 
nervous."

"We don't mean to . . ." Christine now almost on top of me as Patrick 
also crowded me more from his end, she taking my right hand and 
holding it sweetly as she continued ". . . actually, we're the ones that 
are nervous. . . I guess there's no easy way to ask this favor of you . . 
."

	At least it was a favor, not a reprimand or bad news.

"What favor? If you need Betty and me to clean up after the club 
meetings downstairs from now on, uh, no problem."

"No, Angel, it's not about the club, we don't mind cleaning up 
afterwards, it's not about that at all. It's about Christine and me and 
you."

"Hhhuuu?" I was genuinely confused now.


"Angel, Honey, let us be frank . . . ever since we filmed your brother 
taking the virginity of our daughter and since the club started meeting 
here and you and we have talked a lot about a lot of different things in 
the months since then, including the fact that you're a member of 
Raleigh Friends and swing with your Mom and aunt and uncle there 
and date adult couples and singles, well, Honey, Patrick and I have 
decided we want to try swinging and see if it's for us, see if we'd like 
it."

"Well, I'm happy for you both, but I don't see what that has to do with 
me." 

I was serious. 

They were, too.

"Angel, Chris and I would like for you and a gentleman friend of yours, 
you decide who, anyone you decide on will be fine with us, to be our 
firsts, we'd like for you and a friend to introduce us to the swinging 
lifestyle that you've talked so much about."

	Ug! Gross! I mean, these were the parents of my best friend in 
the whole word. If I was to swing with them, it would be more like 
incest than when I was with my own Mom, if that makes any sense. 

It wasn't like Christine wasn't pretty and that Patrick wasn't 
handsome, they were definitely more attractive physically than many 
of the couples within the Raleigh Friends membership. But, Jesus 
Christ, these were the parents of my best friend!

"Uhhhh, Christine, Patrick, I'm flattered, but I'm going to have to 
decline. I dunno, sorry, I just can't" both their expressions going to 
crestfallen at my words.

"Uh, why not?" Patrick moaned softly as Christine got off the couch to 
head back towards their bedroom for something.

"I don't know. I just can't. I'm sorry."


	Christine popped in a tape into the VCR and hit the play button. 
Some scenes from a club meeting that they had taped three or four 
weeks ago came on. Me eating my best friend's/their daughter's pussy 
while a tampon string hung out from inside her. Betty and her 
boyfriend/my brother Bobby fucking as Rosa licked at Betty's twat as 
Bobby's cock went inside her and Betty and I kissed and played with 
each other's boobies some, a towel under Betty's butt to catch her 
loose flow. Joe fucking me as Rosa sat on my face. JJ fucking me as I 
sucked his younger brother Joe off. Betty and Candy in a sixty-nine, 
eagerly lapping at each other's cunts, happy. All on film smiling, 
happy. Okay. I knew what they were trying to say.

"Okay, I know what you're trying to say, but, you're the parents of my 
best friend. I just can't. I'm sorry."

	Patrick leaned away from me on the couch as Christine sat in a 
chair to one side of us.

"We're sorry too."

"I guess that means no more club meetings here, hu?" I getting up to 
leave, no idea where that bit of sarcasm coming from.

"No, you and Betty can still have your club meetings here. It's okay. 
Thanks anyway, Angel" Christine getting up to see me to the door as I 
also rose from the couch near her, she putting her arm around my 
shoulder, sweetly.

	
	What the fuck was I thinking about? These were the parents of 
my very best friend. They weren't asking me to do anything I wouldn't 
have done if they were members of Raleigh Friends and were 
otherwise strangers and otherwise had called me up for a date from 
the clear blue. Why not? Really, why not?

"Wait, guys. Let's talk some more" I plopping back down beside Patrick 
on the couch as Christine sat on the floor in front of us, her hand 
taking mine again, she smiling, he almost.

"Yes, Angel? Changed your mind?"

"Well, maybe. I do have a problem, though."

"What's that?"

"Well, for one thing, I don't have a boyfriend. I do have a steady 
girlfriend who's a grown-up, and I do date several couples, but I don't 
have a steady boyfriend. I know one or two single swinging guys that I 
might could get, but I know if you wouldn't like them, Christine, 
they're probably a little too hard core for you" my hand lightly 
touching her face "I suppose I could get JJ to be the one to join us."

"Definitely not" Patrick said quickly "we've talked about this, Angel, 
and for our first time, we want it to be with you of course and with an 
adult guy whom you're comfortable with, someone nice of course, nice 
as you are."

	That was very sweet of him. But I didn't know anyone except for 
Frank and there was no way I would turn these swinging virgins loose 
anywhere near Frank. I could handle him, Mom could handle him, but 
he'd eat Christine alive and I knew his cock-size would make Patrick 
very jealous.

"Hey, I've got an idea. The next meeting for Raleigh Friends is week 
after next, it's our Halloween Dance, Mom says it's generally the 
biggest meeting of the year, kinda like a homecoming, why don't you 
just come to that? That way, I could borrow a nice gentleman from 
one of the couples I swing with and introduce you two to swinging that 
way?"

	They looked in each other's eyes for a moment silently as 
Christine leaned closer to me between my legs, spreading them apart 
as she sat on the floor in front of the couch where her husband and I 
were sitting.

"Angel, I'm not going to deny I am very attracted to you, Honey. You 
are so sexy to me! I didn't know I had bi feelings until I started 
watching you with Betty and the other girls. I want you to be my first 
woman, Honey, I want you to teach me woman-to-woman love."

"I'm flattered, Chris, I really am" my lips finding hers to lightly brush 
against them. Yeah, she'd be fun. Like daughter, my best friend, like 
mother.

"And I, and Christine and I have talked about this, Angel, I would love 
to be your lover as well. I've never felt any attraction for any lady 
under twenty-one, but like wifey here, I want to be your lover, too, if 
you would have me" he leaning into me to kiss me hard and sweetly 
grope my left tit through my top and bra underneath it.

"I am flattered guys, I really am. Sure. I guess. I just don't know who 
I will get to join us, unless I can borrow of the guys from one of my 
couples" my hand finding Patrick's pants bulge as Christine's hand 
lightly teased my own pants-covered crotch as she moved slightly 
away from between my legs to do so "you know, we don't have to 
have another guy, it could be just us three, that would be cool" they 
both moving slightly more away from me at that remark, Christine 
going to get more beers and quickly returning.

"We've thought about that, Honey, but we decided we need to be with 
a couple, a male-female one for our first time, and we don't know, we 
want it be with a couple whom we can become friends with, real 
friends with, develop a real relationship with, over time. But if you 
don't have a steady boyfriend, well, I suppose that shoots that" a very 
sad look coming over Christine's face as she took her place again on 
the floor between my legs.

"Yeah" Patrick echoed as he swallowed must have been half his Bud in 
one long draught.


	Silence. Then more silence. I took Pat's Bud from his hand, held 
my nose, and took a swallow, handing it back to him with a look of 
near-gag on my face I couldn't hide. God, what awful tasting beer!

"Are you going to include Betty when you swing?"

"NO!" a loud retort coming from Christine as she looked me firm in the 
eye "Sorry; we've talked about that too, but no, Honey, we'll be open 
and honest with her about everything of course, not like she won't find 
out all the details since you two are best friends anyway, but no, 
Honey, we're not going to include Betty in any of our extracurricular 
activities."

"That's cool. I was just asking, guys" me kissing them both sweetly 
and firmly in turn, groping Christine through her top in a gesture of 
"that's okay."

"We did talk about it, Angel, especially since you and her are lovers, 
but we decided against it. We just don't want to change things 
between she and us, not anymore than they already have been."

"That's cool. You'll have to give me some time, but I'll see what I can 
do. I can probably find a nice guy so the four of us can swing together, 
yeah, I'd like that. You'll have to give me some time, though, and no 
promises."

"We're not in any rush, Honey. And it's not like we want to swing with 
anyone but you and your guy-friend, whomever you decide to 
include."

"That's cool, Chris. Want to fool around some tonight?" they both 
looking at each other hard for a moment before declining.

"It's tempting, Angel, but we know what we want and need, and for 
our first time, we need it, want it to be with you and a boyfriend of 
yours, if that's okay."

"Sure."

"Want us to drive you home? It is almost eleven o'clock."

"Uh-uh, I'll be fine, cutting through the backyards, I'll be safe, thanks" 
they seeing me to the door.

	The chill of the October fall air brought me back to reality as I 
made my way through the backyards and alleyways of our adjacent 
neighborhoods. Just who the Sam Heck would I find? Jeez, I wish they 
would let me use Harold or Derrick for their first time, either one of 
them would be perfect, but I need to keep my word to them and try to 
find a single swinging guy, someone other than Frank.

	As much as I was in love with Joni, deeply in love with her, some 
times I had felt a pang of wanting a boyfriend, too. 

I mean, that's why I loved being with couples so much because I 
got the best of both worlds, a soft and tender woman partner and a 
firm and masculine male partner too, the balance of sex. Yeah, a 
boyfriend of my own would be nice. But finding one who, like me, was 
also a swinger but who wasn't a total skuzzy dog like Frank?



	Mom was up using my computer in my room when I got home. 
Squirt was sound asleep in her bed in my room. Mom was typing 
silently as she could. She was on some local BBS, leaving a message 
for someone. I didn't pry. I touched her on her shoulder and she got 
up as quietly as she could. We went back to her room, she pouring 
her a shot of Canadian Mist in a dirty shot glass atop one of her 
nightstands, offering me a swig from her bottle, I nodding my head 
"no". Couldn't stand the smell let alone taste of the stuff.

"How did Riel's initiation go?" she pouring herself another one as she 
began undressing for bed.

"She was a trooper, Mom, it went real well, everyone liked her once 
the festivities got started, she fit in perfectly, everyone liked her" I 
also beginning undressing "how was your date tonight?"

"Great, Hon', great. I think I've finally found 'the one' for me, maybe. 
Our attraction was intense from the moment we laid eyes on each 
other. God, Angel, I wanted to jump his bones from the second I laid 
my eyes on him, and he wanted me as intensely, too."

"So, what'd did you guys do?" she now naked as I was, her "dating 
clothes" now hung back up in the closet, my gladrags on the floor next 
to the bed.

"We talked, and talked, and talked. That was it" she making her way 
to her bathroom adjacent to her bedroom, I following behind.

"You're kidding, right?" she sitting on the toilet before me, peeing, 
wiping, I sitting down and doing the same after her, she saving the 
flush for me.

"No, I'm not. And Angel?" she pulling me close to her as we headed 
back to her bed.

"I told him everything about me and he told me everything about 
himself. And I do mean everything. I told him about my relationship 
since childhood with your Aunt Susan, about my marriage to your 
father, about my being a swinger and a member of Raleigh Friends, 
and . . ."

"Please tell me you didn't, Mom!" my face turning as white as my un-
tanned asscheeks, I know it had to.

"Yes, Darling, I did. I told him about us, about my relationship with 
you and Bobby and Jamie, especially you."

"Mom!"

"Well, Darling, it's not like we're exactly secret about this now" she 
climbing into bed, I getting in with her from the other side, scooting 
under the covers with her. I hadn't planned on sleeping with her 
tonight, but this is one nice aspect of our, hers and mine relationship, 
that spontaneous things like this can just happen.

"But Mom! And you say this guy is 'the one' for you, maybe? How did 
he react?" she snuggling to me under the covers and me to her.

"Darling, after he didn't freak about my relationship with your Aunt 
Susan and my being a swinger, something he's very interested in by 
the way, I knew it would okay. And, I figured since he's at least going 
to be my steady boyfriend after tonight, definitely after tomorrow 
night, and will attend socials with me and all, it's not like he wouldn't 
have found out in any case, so I told him. Yeah. And he was fine with 
it, he really was" her hand finding my crotch, spreading my thighs so 
she could play with my pussy some, my hands playing with her tits as 
we lay naked next to each other under the covers.

"Yeah, okay, I guess. What's tomorrow night?"

"The first time he and will actually have sex, of course, it'll be our 
second date and he's taking me to Swain's Steakhouse for dinner and 
then back to his place" her fingers inside me now like she knows I like.

"Cool. I do hope he's the one for you Mom, I really do. You deserve to 
be happy."

"Thanks Darling, you do too."

"You were going to ask me something?"

"I was?" my face now between her legs under the covers as my mouth 
found her clit, sucking it, she drawing her knees up.

"Uh, yeah?" her hand resting atop my head as I gave her some head, 
two of my fingers now inside her.

"Oh, I was going to ask you if you knew anyone who would be a 
candidate for a boyfriend for me, preferably someone who's a swinger 
but not a doggy-wog, not Frank, if you know what I mean. Pat and 
Chris, Betty's parents, want me to introduce them to swinging" my 
words muffled by Mom's muff and my tongue licks to her clit and 
pussy lips as she arched her back a little "and I dunno, Mom, as much 
as I love Joni, I have been kinda thinking about finding me a nice 
boyfriend too, someone for me, but someone who's a swinger too but 
who wouldn't mind being my boyfriend, someone of my own, if you 
know what I mean."

"Yes, I do, Sweety, and I know just the person for you" she moving 
around and I moving up the bed so she could give me some nice head 
in return.

"Who? Who's that, Mom?"

"Someone who used to be a close friend, he and his wife, but his wife 
died of ovarian cancer about six months ago and he's been in 
his shell since. He's perfect for you" her mouth open against my pussy, 
her tongue bathing me so perfectly like she knows just how to do "I've 
been thinking about trying to get you two together ever since your 
first social, he's not been to one since his wife died, and I think you 
would be just the girl he needs to be brought back from the dead. And 
I know you two would really like each other. We'll talk more about it 
tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, Mom" my petite moir� orgasm sweet but not earth-shattering, 
she giving me just enough of one to help me sleep warm and safe in 
her arms "goodnight, Mom, I do love you."

"I love you too, Baby, goodnight" she flipping the switch on the table 
lamp on the nightstand next to her off, the darkness of the room 
comforting, almost as much as my mother's sweet smell of her 
perfume and feminine odors that I had come to know and love so well.

++++++++++++++++++++++


You couldn't have wiped the smile off of Riel's face with the proverbial 
shovel as she shuffled stuff in and out of her locker and her bookbag 
that next morning, handing me my stack of freshly-done homework 
assignments as we had agreed to. Damn. I don't know how she did it, 
doing all my homework for me even with her brother in all my classes 
but my AP History which she was also in and not only that but doing it 
in my voice, my style of writing. I didn't care. It was freeing me up to 
be even more a social butterfly than I was before, freeing up at least 
most of my weeknights now and I could actually date more and take 
what time I still needed to study with and actually get some good 
sleep too. She leaned into me to try to sneak a quick kiss but I shot 
her a very dirty look and leaned away, I mean, there were hundreds of 
our fellow students around us and no way I was going to kiss her or 
anyone else in public and maybe get in trouble if a teacher saw us.

"Last night was wonderful!" her newly-pinned Tongue Club pin flashing 
news to the whole school that she was officially now part of the in-
crowd, the official school cool club which did get the sometimes glance 
of disbelief as her and my matching pins paired up as we walked over 
to the club's drop-locker in the next building to check for left-
messages and for me to add a couple.

"Yes it was Ronnie, I'm glad you became a member."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. You're a lot cooler than what everyone thought. A lot 
cooler" my fingers working the combination lock.

"Really?"

"Yes, really, I don't fib, you're cool, and I'm glad you joined" my going 
through the old messages and a couple of new ones and dropping of 
one general message and a private message for Heidi.

"Do you think we could get together tonight?"

"No, not tonight, Wednesday is always my date night with Joni, 
remember? Oh, here's a private message from Melissa for you; 
remember the combination for the group's locker?"

"Yeah" the five minutes before first period class bell ringing loudly in 
the canyonness school hall "I've got a game at six anyway but I was 
hoping maybe later?"

"Yeah, Bobby's game, the boys game is at seven just after yours. But 
uh-uh, we will get together soon, not just tonight, promise, okay?" I 
giving her a very quick innocent peck on the cheek.

"Okay. Maybe Thursday or Friday night then?"

"We'll see" we heading in separate directions from the club's locker to 
our respective homerooms for the day to begin.

At lunch she sat proudly with us at "our" table, our club pins telling the 
whole world that yes indeed we were the coolest of the cool at the 
school. Up until then I hadn't really thought about it but yeah, it was 
cool to be cool, it was way cool to be not popular but have all the other 
kids envy us. Yeah, way cool.

"Sure, you know I will" Heidi whispered in my ear to reply to the 
message I had left for her in the club locker earlier, I smiling back at 
her.

"Thanks."

"Of course. I know Wink has been wanting to get into your pants too, 
so sure, next week we three will do a threesome."

"Thanks Sis'" I calling her by a term of familiarity that had somehow 
crept into the vocabulary of the club's girl members, she being not my 
real sister of course but my sister-in-confidence, my sister-in-sex. 
Wink, her boyfriend and newly-crowned club member did have a man-
size-cock and was a sweet guy and I definitely wanted a sample.

"Sure. You going to be at Riel's and Bobby's games later?" as we sat 
next to each other at the lunch table.

"Nah, I don't have time, tonight's my date night with my girlfriend 
Joni."

"Oh, that's right, sorry. I was going to go to Riel's game to root her on 
and you know I always go to Bobby's games too."

"Yeah, and he appreciates it too."

"I gotta go to the little girls' room, catch ya' later."

"Yeah, later" Rae taking Heidi's place beside me to waste my earspace 
with some other nonsense about how we should have a club meeting 
at a campground next year sometime. 


Four messages on the new machine when I got home, Squirt coming 
home earlier as she always does because she's in third grade and her 
bus runs earlier, she watching TV and doing her homework in front of 
it.

A message from Mrs. Vaaren about wanting to set up an appointment 
one night next week to get together and do a required interview and 
exam to keep my Nortex study money coming which was nice, giving 
me some nice fat pin money.

A message from Joni telling me she'd be late tonight and wouldn't 
have much time to spend with me tonight and that she wouldn't be 
free to see me next Wednesday but wanted to tell me now in case I 
wanted to make other plans that night. She was just trying to be nice 
to me.

A message from the Suddeths asking me to call them back 
immediately, that they needed to ask me a really big favor but they'd 
make it worth my while, for something on Thursday night.

And a message for Mom from some couple I didn't recognize 
confirming their date this coming Friday.


"Erin, hi, it's Angel, what's up?"

"We need to ask you a favor, a big favor."

"Shoot. What are friend for? Whatcha' need?"

"I don't know how to ask this."

She was sweet and a great lover but was wishy-washy and couldn't 
find a point on a porcupine sometimes.

"Let me speak with Press' then."

"Oh, he's still at the medical school working with some residents right 
now. I'll come to the point."

"Please do."

"We need you to come with us to the Chapel Hill Police station 
tomorrow night."

"What for? I ain't in trouble am I?"

"Oh, no, Dear, not at all. We need you to help with a criminal 
investigation is all, help us do some tests on a suspect. Nothing bad. 
And you won't be in any danger. Just help us do some special tests is 
all."

"Okay, I'm listening" as she explained what truly big favors she and 
Preston needed of me, promising me that we three would have a nice 
time of swinging afterwards and they were bringing along one of their 
medical students to help with the exam of this criminal suspect too 
and if I liked him he would join us three for some swinging afterwards, 
if I liked his looks and all which Erin assured me he was very good-
looking and a good lover, she and Press having swung with him as a 
threesome a couple of times already. Sounded good to me.

"You sure you're okay doing this?"

"Well, I admit, the three hundred bucks cash will be nice but you know 
I don't care about the money, tell Preston 'yes', if it'll help convict this 
guy, this scum, sure, I'll help."



I fixed a meatloaf for us and some canned whole potatoes and some 
corn and a salad to share as Jamie finished up her homework and the 
smell of the baking meatloaf filled the house and made me actually 
hungry, hungry for the first time in days. I had noticed my weight 
dropping a little as my boobs had felt like they had taken what weight 
I had lost and gotten maybe a half-cup-size larger from it which was 
cool, skinnier and with bigger boobs, yeah, cool.

"Smells good Ang', is it about ready?"

"Yeah, c'mon anytime, I'm going ahead and dig in after it cools, you 
finish your homework first."

"I just did."

Mom had told me she was leaving work directly to go on her date with 
her boyfriend, the one she really thought might be "the one" for her, 
this Marcus called Mark Sinden guy who was some sort of
wealthy banker-guy that Mom had met through her work and she 
deliberately acted less slutty with than she normally does and they 
hadn't fucked yet but they were going to spend tonight together and 
she'd be home tomorrow night after work, which was cool, not like I 
couldn't take care of Squirt and Shithead brother and myself.

Jamie helped me set the table and I put the meatloaf and vegetables 
on the table as she got our iced teas and we sat next to each other. 
For some reason, from somewhere I'm not sure, I looked at her and 
said "let's say grace."

I'm not religious at all. Mom took us to some church's Sunday School 
for a few months when we three were smaller but that had been five 
or six or more years ago. She always tried to teach us right from 
wrong without being preachy about it and did a damn good job of it. 
Squirt looked at me funny as I held her hand and said a short prayer 
of thanks and then we both dug in. I do make a pretty good meatloaf, 
am a pretty good cook if I say so myself.

"I love you sis'."

"I love you too Squirt."

"Can we fool around some before Joni gets here?"

"Sure, let's clean up the dishes and yeah, that would be nice."


We didn't have but less than half an hour before I knew Joni would 
arrive. She had been promising me that Jamie could join she and I one 
night soon again, too, and since she and I wouldn't have much time, 
maybe tonight would be good.

"Kiss me."

We kissed and smooched as I let her hand find its way down my pants 
and to my pussy. She always did like to play with my or any other 
partner's pussy, loved to touch and play with it and loved to give head 
too.

"That's nice, keep it up" her gentle frig of me continuing, making me 
damper by the minute. I wanted to get naked right there on the couch 
with her but knew better since someone other than Joni might show 
up unexpectedly and we would have a lot of explaining to do.

Hearing multiple car doors slam outside and the voices of both Joni 
and Bobby as Bobby's best friend Joe's parents dropped Bobby off 
from his game and he and Joni making loud smalltalk as they made 
their way in interrupted my nice moment with my younger sister, I 
rushing up to embrace my girlfriend.

"I've missed you" my eyes bright with love "I love you."

"I've missed you too. I've got to be honest with you, Hon. I have 
another date tonight. My boyfriend is taking me to the sold-out Paula 
Abdul concert at Regency Park at nine, he just managed to get tickets 
late this afternoon and you were on our way and I just didn't have the, 
just didn't know how to, just didn't want to tell you over the phone . . 
." her voice trailing off as my smile now turned upside down.

It's not like her boyfriend was a secret to me. He was a member of 
Raleigh Friends like she and I both were and they were listed in the 
directory as a couple, he wasn't a bad-looking guy but she had kept 
their relationship completely separate from hers and mine which was 
fine by me because I enjoyed being with her by myself, enjoyed our 
special times together and even though we all were swingers, yeah, I 
enjoyed having her all to myself at least one night and sometime two 
nights a week. Dammit, I loved her, I love her! She could tell I was 
hurt but what could she do?

"I'd have invited you along Angie" she calling me Angie instead of 
Angel a lot of times "but he could only get two tickets and had to pay a 
hundred bucks each for them, and . . ."

"It's okay, really, it's okay" me being a terrible liar as I fought off a 
slight tear "you go have fun, tell, uuuhmmm . . ." my forgetting his 
name like I would have remembered it anyway "I said 'hi', go, have 
fun" feeling more like an adult and like a thirteen-year-old girl at the 
same time than I have in, well.

I waved to "him" in the car at the foot of our driveway as she hurried 
to leave so they could make the concert in time and closed and locked 
the front door as Shithead brother Bobby helped himself to what was 
left of the meatloaf and veggies and salad.

"This is good, Sis', damn good."

"Thanks, it's nothing, but yeah, it was good, go ahead and finish it if 
you want, I know you must be hungry, how was the game?"

"I only scored twelve, was five of eleven and made both my 
freethrows, but Joe scored nineteen and was eight of ten."

"That's good" as I looked in the freezer for some ice cream but finding 
none but did find a half of a frozen Pepperidge Farm chocolate cake 
stuck back in the back and forgotten about, fixing me half of the half 
and sitting down next to my brother-dear and swigging what was left 
of my tea.

"Looks good Ang', can I have a piece?"

"Sure, you and Bobby want to split what's left?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks."


Silence. Not angry or hurt or anything silence, just silence for a couple 
of moments.

"Sorry Joni cancelled on you tonight, Sis', I know you love her."

"Yeah, I do."

"It's okay Big Sis', you always have me" my little sister coming over to 
where I was sitting and giving me a very sweet hug.

"And for what it's worth, Sis', you always have me too" as my basically 
okay brother Bobby if he was my Shithead brother leaned to his left 
and planted a very sweet kiss right on my lips, not like we don't have 
sex all the time now though usually at Tongue Club meetings on 
Tuesdays but sometimes other times too.

"I know, guys, and I appreciate it, I really do" my arms around both of 
them now "want to have some sex? Mom's not going to be home 
tonight."

"Yeah, she told us."

"And it's just us. We three haven't had a family night in a long time, in 
weeks. It's just us three home tonight. Want to?"

"Yeah!" 

"Yeah, fine with me Sis', can I fuck your rear?"

As much I loved him, my dearest and only brother, he would always 
be a total Shithead if a sweet one.

"Yeah, maybe, we'll see. Homework, first, Shithead?" Jamie always 
cracking up a little when I called him that aloud.

"Done at study hall this afternoon . . . you know they don't give us 
much on game days anyway ". . . and I've got one multiple choice test 
left I can do on the bus tomorrow morning" he finished as he kissed 
me deeply and groped me through my Anna Lisa blouse that Karen 
had bought me.


I helped Squirt out of her pants and top and she mine as we lay on 
Mom's bed together facing each other, our hands roaming. Mom didn't 
mind us using her bed when she wasn't going to be home and it was 
bigger than any of ours and we three could sleep comfortably together 
on it as in actually sleep after sex.

"Want some head, Sis'?" I nodding "yes" as Bobby made guy-noises 
from Mom's bathroom doing things I'd rather not think about.

Even though she was just eight year old, my little sister had become 
quite a lover of both girls and boys, all the members of The Tongue 
Club which she was a junior member of enjoying her oral talents 
and she getting some attention in return sometimes.

"I love you."

"I love you too . . . damn, that feels good, yes, that's right, stay right 
on my clit" she shooting me a sweet but somewhat irritated look back 
at me from her place between my legs.

"I know how to lick your pussy, Sis'."

"Yes, you do, yes you do, damn, that's good, that's almost as good as 
Mom, I mean, it's as good as Mom does, wow, yes, right there!" she 
sucking and licking my clit simultaneously and working one then two 
fingers inside me.

Bobby came out from the bathroom naked and hopped on the bed with 
us, scooting beside me to kiss and fool around with me. I didn't mind. 
He was actually a halfway decent kisser and for an eleven-year-old 
boy had a decent-sized cock and wasn't a bad lover at all, having 
gotten in lots of practice the past few weeks with his lover and my 
best friend Betty along with Mom and Aunt Mags and others. His hand 
roughly but not too rough massaged and played with my boobs as we 
kissed as Squirt continued giving me head, his hand moving down to 
my pussy as she sucked on my clit and licked my lips.

"Can I get a double-suck from my two favorite sisters?" 
Shithead asked with a sly almost too-sly grin.

"A double-suck or an assfuck, your choice."

He thought I was serious. He is such a Shithead at times.

"Now, uhhmmm, wait a damn minute" he pulling away from me for a 
moment, removing his hand from my pussy and his lips from mine "I 
thought you said, I thought . . . "

"You thought I said what?" I now being too distracted to enjoy my 
pussylick from Squirt, sitting up on the bed as I playfully pulled him 
back to me.

"I, I dunno, I thought you said?" his expression now one of 
exasperation as I put both my arms around him and playfully pulled 
him down to the bed with me, my hand finding his half-hard cock.

"Said what? I didn't say you couldn't have both, I just said it was 'your 
choice' was all I said, it's not like you can do both at once is it?" my 
smile and gentle giggle telling him to lighten up and everything was 
cool and that yes, I wanted him, wanted my brother-dear.

"Eerrrrr, eerrr, uhhmm, you, you!" he smiling back at me as he pinned 
me to the bed and kissed me deeply as Squirt moved in from the side 
to join us in a nice triple-kiss "I love you, Sis" his tongue wrestling 
with mine not like a sibling but like my lover which he had been for 
some months now.

"I love you too, Bobby...now, you want your double-suck or what?"

"Yeah, then your pussy and then your ass, is that okay with my big 
sister?"

"And your little sister too?" Jamie cracking us up as her hand played 
with my boobs and she still tried to kiss both of us, we talking like she 
wasn't even there without meaning to.

"Yeah, your big sister would like to suck her brother's cock and then 
have him fuck her as he wishes, then you fuck Squirt too, you know 
she likes it."

"Yeah!"

"Okay, now, both of you twinkies, down on me."


Squirt and I sat on the edge of the bed next to each other and kissed 
and let Bobby slip his cock between our mated lips and began a nice, 
easy, slow but very erotic double suck of him. I mean, how many 11 
year old boys are lucky enough to have two girls suck him off basically 
whenever he wishes?

"Damn, Ang', Jamie, damn damn damn" words of love came from his 
mouth as Squirt played with my boobs and my hand now between her 
legs as we sat close to each other in a semi-hug and played with 
her tiny pussy as we went up and down and back and forth along the 
length of his shaft letting our lips slide off just enough to kiss each 
other for a second before returning back to brother's cock.

"Booger like?" he shooting me a very dirty look at that semi-dirty term 
of endearment saved only for special occasions like this but he knew 
he had better not say one word of protest.

"Yeah, brother Booger likes . . . suck, dammit!"

Jamie and I sucked him for another few moments, more as a tease 
than anything, I stopping for a moment to look up at him as he leaned 
in to kiss me and then Jamie as we three moved back up on the bed.

"On top of me, now" he complying with my order.

"Damn Sis, don't tell Betty this, but your pussy is even better than 
hers, damn!"

"Shut up and fuck me."

His cock while only maybe five inches long and an inch across never 
the less felt good inside me. Damn good. Damned, damned good.

"Me?" Jamie asked.

"Sure."

I got the bottle of Astroglide from Mom's nightstand drawer and lubed 
her tiny pussy up as best I could as Bobby joined me, kissing our 
sister and letting her play with his cock some to keep him hard as I 
finished my prep of her. Even though she had fucked several 
guys many, many times, she was still tiny, still almost 
virginal feeling and even Bobby's non-adult cock had trouble fitting in 
her without lots of lube. He crawled atop her as she lay under him and 
I helped from the side, helping him guide his cock into our sister she 
almost wincing a little like she always did but we both knew she was 
enjoying the heck out of it.

"Thanks."

"Sure, Squirt, I do love your tight little pussy!"

"Fuck it, then!" the "F" word coming from my almost-innocent little 
sister's lips still surprising to me.


He fucked her until he was about ready to come and wanted to stop 
and put in where he knew I really wanted it, in my ass. Especially 
since he was a little smaller than an adult guy, he was perfect for ass-
fucking me. I got on all fours and presented myself to him, he working 
two lubed fingers in my tail and then just shoving it in like he 
knew I liked.

"Damn, Sis" I could almost hear his eyes rolling to the back of his 
head "Jesus, I'm going to come!"

"Then come, dammit, fuck me hard, Hard! I said fuck me harder, 
deeper! That's it, fuck my ass!" he fucking me in my ass as fast and 
furious as he could while Squirt had moved around in front of me and 
opened her legs so I could give her some head as Bobby assfucked 
me.

"I am, dammit, I am fucking you hard, as hard as I can!" he finally 
shooting his load inside me with several massive pumps as he made 
some sort of noise and then rolled off and onto the bed as I squirmed 
around to hold him close to me.

"That was perfect, brother Dear, thank you!" a look of post-come 
befufflement on his face, he not exactly being all there.

"Uh, sure, Sis, that was wonderful, thank you."

"You're welcome" as our sweet littlest sister came back from the 
bathroom with warm wet and soapy and clean washcloths to clean us 
both up without being asked to, she always doing this when we three 
had sex and she seeming to enjoy doing it, Bobby and I never asking 
her to. She cleaned him up first, taking her time to carefully clean his 
cock with a soapy washcloth and then one heavy with clean hot water 
before sucking on his cock for a minute to check to be sure it was 
clean enough and then doing my ass the same way, cleaning then 
rinsing it as I lay holding my brother in my arms and she cleaning me 
up from the side as I lay on my side on the bed facing Bobby, sweetly 
kissing my anal bud when she was through to make sure it passed her 
inspection. 

I moved my shoulder and whispered to join us, she moving to the 
middle between us. Brother and I gently played with her some, trying 
to give her enough return attention, kissing her, playing with her flat 
chest breast buds and nipples, she opening her legs to our touches, 
our probings of her pussy, we three triple-kissing a lot as we did. Nice.

"Hate to call dibs but I am the oldest, it is late and tonight is a school 
night, assume the positions, guys, please" I moving more to the 
middle of the bed as Squirt moved to my back to spoon with me 
from that side and Bobby to my front so I could spoon with him 
too, my breasts pressing into his back.

"Sis, Squirt too, that was wonderful, thank you."

"Yeah Angel, that was the best ever."

"Yes, it was, and since Mom isn't here I'm playing Mom for tonight. I 
love you both but it's time for bed, so shut up and go to sleep."

"Yes, Mom" they echoed back to me together in mock but happy 
tones.


+++++++++++++++++++++++++++



The Suddeths picked me up from school. Riel/Ronnie had been 
nagging me all day about going to some campus frat party with her 
that night but I told her honestly and repeatedly that I had other 
plans. I guess she finally believed me when I quickly introduced her to 
Erin and Preston as they were parked behind her car in the school's 
pick-up lane which her driver and bodyguard stood next to as he 
waited for his charge, Ronnie giving me a look of "tell me who they 
are" but I ignoring her but did give her a polite hug as I got into the 
front seat of the Suddeth's Volvo as Erin got into the back.

"Where would you like to stop and eat a quick bite of dinner first?" 
Preston asked me as we made our way through the opposite flow of 
traffic on I-40 heading towards Chapel Hill.

"That Chinese place, what's it called, is that okay?"

"Ma Wang's Kitchen? Sure, it's a little out of the way but not much, we 
need to swing by our house first anyway. Uhhhmmm, Angel, would 
you mind?"

"There's too much traffic, someone might see you, there's plenty of 
time for that latter" Erin shot back at him from the backseat as she 
busily worked on some papers.

"I was just asking, Hon."

"She can suck your cock later, you really don't want to be pulled over 
with a thirteen-year-old sucking your cock, now do you?" she calling 
me a thirteen-year-old like it was a half-an-insult and I turning to give 
her a quick slightly dirty look. I was going along with tonight to help 
them out anyway and now she was getting snippy with her husband 
and me by association.

"Point taken. All the forms look okay?"

"Yeah, was just double-checking."


We stopped by their house for a moment so they could retrieve some 
expensive-looking cases holding something who knows what and then 
ran over to Ma Wang's off of Highway 54 for a quick dinner. It was 
already six and we had to be at the police station up on Airport Road 
at seven.

"I just love their chestnut and watercress chicken, guys, thanks!" my 
words sincere as I stuff my face with that and fried rice and some 
sweet-and-sour pork and eggrolls.

"Would you like some to take home to your family, Angel?" Erin asked 
as she sweetly felt up my thigh underneath the table.

"Yes, I would, enough for Mom and Bobby and Jamie, is that too much 
to ask?"

"No, not all; let's finish up though, we need to run shortly."



A uniformed officer was waiting for us out front in the reception area 
and quickly hustled us back to the back part of the police station, to an 
area with doors without labels on them, an area that smelled of 
antiseptic and fear. Inside a slightly darkened room was a woman 
police officer in dress blues and an older guy in a suit that greeted the 
Suddeths and myself. A younger looking guy in jeans and a button-
down shirt was sitting at a table as was a woman in a cheap-looking 
blouse and skirt who sat across from the guy at the end of the table.

"Angel, this is Detective Captain Sandra Choate and Vice-Chief Robert 
McGill, officers, this is Amy Green" Erin making our introductions.

"I still have a problem with this" Vice-Chief McGill blurted out after 
shaking my hand.

"Bob, we've been over and over this" the lady detective scolded back 
at him "you think the suspect is guilty, I don't, the assistant DA does 
but the DA himself doesn't . . . Doctors Suddeth know what they're 
doing and have agreed to help us. Let's get on with this, now, can 
we?" her voice sharp with irritation.

"Oh, very well, but I'm doing this under protest, and The Chief will 
have my full report on all this in the morning, I promise you that!"

"As he will have mine as well, bank on that too, Bob!"

"C'mon, Angel, get undressed, Hunt, Anna, go ahead and get 
undressed and put on your gowns too" we three stripping right there 
in front of each other and the police officers and quickly putting on our 
gowns, the room being cold. 

In the other room, Preston began wiring up "the suspect". He had told 
me in the car what they were going to do and why. It was simple 
though it looked complicated. They were going to hook up what he 
called a "penile plethysmograph" to the suspect's penis, show him a 
series of both photographs and then some live models of which I was 
one and see if he got a hard-on, the theory behind it being if his cock 
got hard to the sights of naked pictures of kids and then to the 
presentation of a nude-me in real-life then more than likely he 
was their man, "their man" who was suspected in molesting dozens of 
kids but never caught he being there because of good police work and 
the fact he didn't have a good alibi for one night some weeks back 
where a young girl of ten was not only molested in a city park but also 
then killed after she was molested. There wasn't any real evidence to 
tie him to the crime or crime scene but he was the only suspect they 
could come up with, so they were putting him through the mill.

Kinda funny to me, it hit me. Except for killing and murder part, they 
were trying to put this guy away for life and then some for doing to 
young girls the same thing the Suddeths had been doing to me for a 
couple of months now, except the fact that I liked Erin and Preston 
and they were fun to swing with so it wasn't exactly like they were 
molesting me, often I was the one molesting them especially Erin, but 
I was still legally underage so technically they were molesting me, in 
the eyes of the law at least. And don't forget all the adults from 
Raleigh Friends I had been dating and swinging with, too. Go figure.

The lady detective lowered the lights in our room so the one-way 
mirror which the suspect couldn't see through was even harder to see 
back through and Preston and the gruff and a little mean assistant 
police chief began showing the slide show to the suspect. As he 
watched the slides, both the detective and Preston watched the paper 
strip recorder chart from the machine. Preston didn't have an 
expression, the detective didn't look pleased. The slides finished and 
Preston motioned with his hand.

"Anna, you first."

Putting on a Halloween mask, she made her way next door and 
presented herself a couple of feet very near the suspect and dropped 
her gown, standing before him naked.

"Touch her, you scum, if you wish."

"May I? And I won't get in trouble?"

"Yes, no, no you won't get in trouble, you know the ground rules."

I hadn't noticed the other guy in the room with them, sitting in a back 
corner, who now came up to where they were and whispered 
something in the suspect's ear.

"My attorney asks me to ask you to swear to the fact that all the 
recording equipment, audio and video, is recording all of this."

"Yes, we verify that" said the now-fuming old guy, he taking his jacket 
off and making a wild hand gesture. Strange, I hadn't noticed any 
recording equipment.

The suspect felt up the lady, Anna, felt her tits, put his hand between 
her legs to feel her pussy, had her turn around to feel her asscheeks.

"Can she suck me off?"

"Absolutely not, scumbag, tell your client not to push things if he 
wants to leave here with his nuts left intact" the detective not playfully 
throwing his coat at the suspect's attorney, the lawyer handing it back 
to him gentlemanly and then whispering something else in his client's 
ear.

"Doctor, did you get enough of a reading from what I did to satisfy 
you?"

"Yes, I did, thank you."

"Don't thank the sick son of a bitch, send in the next one, please" the 
chief commanded.

The guy, Hunt, a handsome hunk of a guy who looked kinda like a 
younger Kevin Costner, went into the room and did the same as Anna 
did just before, stood before the suspect and dropped his robe.

"Please touch the gentleman in a sexual way, sicko" the vice-chief 
commanded.

"No, no way Jose', I ain't no faggot and you ain't gonna make me."

"I said do it!"

"And I said you can come over and suck my cock you sick SOB 
yourself, I ain't no faggot and I ain't gonna touch no guy!"

"Good enough for me, next!" both Erin and the lady detective 
accompanying me to the next room as Erin helped me put on my 
mask.

"Touch the girl, sick puppy, do it now."

"But I've told you I don't like young girls and this is all a set-up 
anyway, no way, no how, I ain't gonna go to jail for touching this 
lovely young lady."

Impasse for a moment. His attorney and he whispered back and forth 
a few times then his attorney said something to Preston, Preston 
coming over to him and announcing loudly enough for the hidden 
microphones to pick up "all prosecution for touching this young model 
is hereby waived and its also requested by the district attorney and 
me, as the attending physician present, that you touch the model in a 
sexual way so that the test can be completed . . . please."

"Well, since you put it that way."

"Hi, I'm Frankie" he said as I dropped my gown to the floor as I stood 
within a couple of feet of him.

"Hi, I'm . . ." the lady detective pinching me so I wouldn't say my 
name before I could, geez, I was just trying to be polite "I'm 'the 
model', pleased to meet you."

"May I touch you, 'model'?"

"Yes, you may, as you like." He grinned.

He massaged my breasts and played with my nipples some. Like with 
Anna, the woman-model before me, his hand pried between my legs 
and felt up my pussy some, not a lot, just some, his fingers rubbing 
my lips but not penetrating me. I looked down and saw his cock, 
exposed outside the zipper area of his pants and wired up to the 
machine, was as limp as a punctured balloon. If the Suddeths were 
right about how this was to work, then he wasn't their, the police's, 
guy. He had a pretty cock and I wanted to touch it but knew better 
than to ask. I asked anyway.

"May I touch his cock?" I asked the chief.

"You certainly may NOT!" the lady officer scolded me back "Doctor, do 
you have enough for an accurate reading yet?"

"Yes, I do, thank you, uhhhmmm, 'model', you've been very helpful, 
please put your robe back on and go get dressed, thank you" his tone 
as unfamiliar to me as I had ever heard from him. At least it would be 
what, two-hundred-and-fifty cash for me and a check for a similar 
amount for Mom, all for five minutes of being felt up and maybe 
helping an innocent guy go free and a guilty one get locked up, I hope.


Hunt, Hunt Reed, was in the Suddeth's trusty old Volvo wagon waiting 
for us, having evidently come to the station house another way other 
than by his own car, sitting in the backseat. I started to take my usual 
place in the front seat but was shooed to the backseat by Erin.

"Hi, I'm Hunt, Hunt Reed, and you are Amy Green, correct?"

"Angel, Angel Green, yes" I shaking his hand and then he kissing me 
on the cheek innocently.

"Do you like?" his hand sweeping up and down his front, presenting 
himself to me in a humorous way.

"Yes, I like, do you like?" I grabbing both my boobs through my top 
and holding them, squeezing them and thrusting them out towards 
him, he touching my clothed breasts with the open palms of his hand.

"Yes, I like; Erin and Press tell you about tonight?"

"Of course."

"You okay with it? I want you, Hunt, yes."

"I admit I was a little skeptical because of your age . . ."

"And if my age is a problem, no problem, they can take me home."

"Hold your horses, Angel, you're one cute young lady, sure, I'd like to 
if you'd like to."

"Then kiss me, Hunt" his lips quickly pressing to mine as he grabbed 
and held me close to him.

'Hey you guys, we're almost at the house, nothing public now, five 
more minutes."


Hunt helped Preston drag the equipment back into the house as they 
made smalltalk. Erin and I kissed on the setee' in the foyer which got 
the attention of the guys. She was sweet, was nice and was a great 
lover, a better lover sometimes than even Joni was.

"Hey ladies, don't start without us now!" Hunt playfully kidded as 
Preston and he both manhandled the last case down to their 
basement.

"Let's go to the bedroom, Angel."

Hunt was one of the medical students, actually a third-year resident at 
UNC's teaching hospital,  that was under the Suddeths and was being 
taught and mentored by them. He was also their occasional lover as 
well.

Erin and I stripped and flopped on the bed and began making out like 
crazy, doing what we like to do. I heard a noise to one side a moment 
later and there were Preston and Hunt side-by-side standing at the 
edge of the bed, each of them lightly stroking their own cocks as they 
watched us.

"Whatchoo boys waiting for? Join us!" I making eye contact with Hunt.

They didn't need any encouragement.

Hunt pulled me to one side as without a word he eased my head 
towards his rockhard cock, I playfully nipped at his head with 
my lips and very lightly with my teeth which amused him, I then 
taking him fully down into my mouth as much as I could, his hands 
roaming over me as I curled up in his lap a little as I sucked his cock.
"Wow, Angel, Preston wasn't kidding when he told me about 
you, you suck cock so damned good!"

"And he wasn't kidding me when he told me about you and your cock 
either, Hunt."

"Really, what did he say?" like he actually expected me to have a 
conversation with him with a mouthful of his cock in my mouth.

"He said you were a very nice guy and I would like you and would 
enjoy your talents" he and Preston doing some sort of high-five at that 
remark as Erin sucked her husband Preston beside Hunt and myself.

"I love your blowjob, Angel, but I want to fuck you, Preston says your 
pussy is tighter than a keyhole, may I?"

"Sure, I guess, sure, lick my pussy a little and play with it first to get 
me wet?"

"Let me do that for you, Hon'" Erin gently pushing Hunt to one side so 
she and I could sixty-nine some. 

Her lips, the touch of her lips and tongue on and in my pussy, were 
the softest of any woman that I had ever been with, softer than Joni's, 
softer than Mom's, softer than Aunt Susan's, softer than best friend 
Betty's. That's one reason among others I tended to have a date 
with them every week, that and the fact that Preston was a good-
assfucker, fucked me hard but not too rough in the ass just like 
I liked it. A perfect pusslicker and a perfect assfucker all rolled 
up into one couple, yeah, that's why we dated every week.

I began to get lost in the passion of the moment as I lay underneath 
Erin before I felt a cock slip inside me as Erin continued to lick me. It 
wasn't Preston's. It was slightly bigger and felt different, silkier, was 
Hunt. Nice.

Erin and Preston moved to one side and let Hunt move atop me. I 
spread my legs for him as wide as I could, his cock plunged deep and 
bumped a little painfully against my cervix.

"Damn, Angel, to say your pussy is tight is to say the bear is 
catholic" he whispered loudly to me as he held me close topping me 
and kissed me.

"Thanks, I think. Fuck me, Hunt, fuck me. And don't come, I want 
your come in my ass."

"You are kidding, right?" he making eye contact with me for a moment 
but not breaking stride. 

"Didn't Press' tell you?"

"Yes, he did, but I thought he was joking."

"Well, he wasn't, I really do love to be fucked in the ass, and since I 
have two wonderful guys tonight, would you be okay with doing a 'DP' 
with me?" he working his cock inside me from different directions now 
to make it feel different to both of us.

"What's a 'DP'? Never heard of it, Sorry" he replied with an innocence 
that reminded me of myself a few short months ago and he was 
almost exactly double my age, poor guy.

"A 'double penetration'?"

"Oh, that, I've seen those in pornos but never 'done one."

"Keep fucking me, that's it . . . want to, would it bother you, you and 
Preston fucking me both?"

"No, not at all" he kissing me as Erin now rode her husband as they 
lay within inches of my new partner and myself.

"Good. Erin, can I take your place atop Press', then?"

"Sure thing Sweety" she moving off of her hubby and I quickly 
scooting out from underneath Hunt and atop one of my favorite cocks, 
Preston's, beginning my ride of him atop.

"Here, let me get her lubed up for you" Erin's fingers working some KY 
inside my tailhole as I fucked Preston and Hunt began working the tip 
of his cock around my anal entrance, finally getting his head in a little 
and then with both hands on my waist worked his cock about halfway 
in me, stroking it in and out as I also rode Press', the thin tissue 
between my pussy and anus the only thing separating their two cocks 
and their cocks filling me totally, fulfilling me totally as a woman, yes, 
I said it, as a woman, not a girl, a woman. With my school mates and 
The Tongue Club I was a girl but with my adult friends I was a woman 
and they treated me as such.

"Angel, this is the most incredible feeling I've ever felt sexually" Hunt 
mumbling aloud as his cock now stroked in and out of me completely, 
his entire length being taken by me as was Preston's inside my pussy. 
I felt Preston tighten up and get ready to come.

"Hunt, harder, now, I want your come in my ass, I want you to come 
in my ass, NOW!!!" he grabbing me by the waist and just shoving his 
cock in my ass as hard he possibly could for one, two, five, ten and 
then close to twenty strokes before he finally came, Preston having 
come a moment before but his cock still half-hard in my pussy as Hunt 
finished coming in my ass and Erin scooted beside me to kiss me and 
play with my breasts and kiss me somemore.

"That was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen, Angel, thank 
you for making my husband and my lover so happy, thank you!" she 
whispered aloud as she helped me untangled from my two cocksters.

"It was mindblowing, oh yeah, wow, thank you guys, you didn't freak 
even when your cocks accidentally touched sometimes, thank you - 
you guys for, for, wow, I need to rest for a moment" as Erin came 
back with two washpans of warm water and some washcloths and soap 
to clean us all up as I moved to the head of the bed and the guys 
moved to either side of me as Erin began washing all our private, well, 
normally private parts. We three just laid there for a few moments 
almost purring.

"Angel?"

"Yes, Hunt?"

"Could we see each other sometime? You were fantastic tonight. Can I 
see you again sometime?"

"I don't see why not. Tell you what; my best girlfriend's parents want 
me to introduce them to swinging but do so with another adult guy, 
my boyfriend which I don't have at the moment, just a girlfriend. Want 
to be my boyfriend, Hunt? Want to help me introduce my girlfriend's 
parents, they're nice looking, to swinging? You are a swinger yourself 
just like I am after all. Want to be my boyfriend, Hunt?"

He grinned literally ear-to-ear.

"You know I am a third-year resident under our close friends here at 
the school of medicine . . ."

"Yes, I know" my hand finding Hunt's cock as Preston played with my 
pussy and kissed me as I lay in the middle between them still and Erin 
moved over to be close to her husband.

". . . and as long as you know my schedule is really funky, I don't have 
a lot of time off, yeah, I'd like that."

"Have a car to get to Cary on?"

"No, well, yes, it needs some work and since I seldom leave the 
campus area I haven't had it fixed, it's been broke for months, but for 
you, yes, I'll have it fixed so I can come see you, if you'd like" my 
leaning my head away from Press' and to my new boyfriend's to kiss 
him.

"Get it fixed soon, boyfriend" he kissing me hard back as his cock rose 
quickly again in my hand.

"Hey, you two, there's another slut over here that likes DP's too, can 
this slut have her husband and her lover's lover give her two cocks 
inside her before the night has to come to an end and we have to take 
Angel back home, it is a school night for her after all?" both guys 
grinning and doing another high-five at her sexy-slutty request.

I sucked Press' and she sucked Hunt and both rising quickly she strode 
atop Hunt and had her hubby enter her tail, his smaller cock working 
easier inside her bum than Hunt's would have as she and I kissed and 
played with each other's boobies as we like to do and the two of them, 
being drained by me earlier, didn't last as long with her as they did 
with me but did manage to have another round of comes, Preston 
coming in her ass first and pulling out letting her finish atop Hunt they 
fucking for a few more minutes as Press and I took a shower together 
in their spacious master bathroom.

On the way back home I laid my head on Hunt's shoulder and he 
gently held me and cuddled me and whispered sweet nothings in 
my ear as we made our way back down I-40 from Chapel Hill to Cary, 
we exchanging phone numbers and such before I got out of the car to 
go inside the house. Boyfriend. Yeah, I finally had me a boyfriend, and 
not just any ol' boyfriend but one who was also a Doctor, and a 
swinger, a perfect combination.

On the door was taped an expensive-looking note wafting of perfume I 
thought I recognized before I even opened it up, pulling it off the door 
and making my way to my room in the quiet dark to read it. I 
undressed as quietly as I could so I wouldn't wake Squirt up. I just 
had to read the note and now. Yeah, it was from Joni.

She apologized half a dozen times in her beautiful handwriting and 
said two or three times she wanted to make it up to me, to take me 
out for a romantic dinner at The Pines in Sanford this coming Monday 
night even though she knew it was a school night for me and then she 
also had a room, not just a room but a room with a hottub and a view 
overlooking the Deep River for the night and she would do anything 
I asked, not like she wouldn't normally do that anyway for 
me, and would have me at school on time the following Tuesday 
morning, the next morning. What can I say? That's why I loved her. Of 
course I would.

I went downstairs to call her right then and getting her machine, it 
was late and she was probably asleep, left her a sweet message telling 
her of course we could do Monday night and that I loved her so much 
and then went back upstairs, checking in on Mom first who was dead 
to this world and then to my bedroom and crawled into Squirt's bed 
with her and cuddled her close to me, she rousing but not waking.

++++++++++++++++++

Angel's Adventures, Chapter Six


Joni and Angel have an argument; Angel and siblings swing with her 
Mom and her Mom's new fianc�; Mom tells them that she is now 
Marcus's, her fianc�'s, slave; Hunt comes over to Angel's house for a 
quick date; Angel gets depressed and to cheer herself up accepts an 
invitation from Riel to go with her to a fraternity house keg party

++++++++++++++++++++

Riel hit me with another one of her blaring nag requests for me to go 
with her to one of her stupid frat beer parties where she sucked 
college guys off and got all the beer she wanted to drink in return. 
Borr-ringg! At least she had all my homework done for me, right on 
time, as usual. I don't know. Call me cold-blooded if you will, but her 
friendship which was genuine at least on her part to me was worth it 
just so I wouldn't have to do homework.

"C'mon, Angel, it'll be fun" she continued to nag as we walked 
together to the girl's bathroom.

"I don't know, Ronnie, I can get all the beer and such I want from 
adults and don't like to drink much anyway and I can get all the adult 
cocks I want to suck as well, so I don't think so."

"Why not?" she pouting at me as we headed into adjacent stalls.

"Oh, okay, no, not okay, maybe, you understand, maybe?"

"Yes, maybe is good enough for me! Call me when you know for sure?" 
we both flushing at the same time and heading out to class together 
before going our separate ways.

"Yeah, I'll call you, promise."



Squirt had left a note for Mom that she was over at a friend's house 
and wouldn't be back in time for supper. Bobby had left me a note that 
he was at Betty's with her and her other best friend Rosa and would 
eat supper there and to come on over if I wanted to eat and/or fool 
around some. I thought about it for a moment but having the house to 
myself and nice and quiet for a change was a change so I lay on the 
couch to watch some TV and evidently fell asleep.

"Angel, are you awake? We need to talk."

It was Mom nudging me awake. Damn. And I had been just having 
another nice dream about me and Hunt and some other nameless 
faceless lady, a nice threesome dream.

"Oh, hi Mom, talk about what?" my eyes squinting as I sat up a bit. 
She and I hadn't seen each other in what, two or three days? We were 
still mother and daughter if any and everything else. Yeah, we did 
need to talk, to catch up.

"Marcus is really the one, I really believe with all my heart" she putting 
her vodka and V8 down on the coffee table in front of us as she sat 
next to me and gave me an un-asked-for glass of Coke with some ice 
"and he's coming over Monday night to meet you kids and see our 
special family love and participate in it too, so I don't want you making 
any special plans for Monday night, this isn't an option, you and your 
brother and sister must also be here Monday night, I'm picking Bobby 
up from basketball practice and then bringing him straight home so 
that the four of us can show my new fianc�' my family."

"Moooo-ooiohhhhmmmm!!!" I protest loudly as I took a sip of her 
vodka-eight "I didn't see Joni last week and won't see her next 
Wednesday either and she was going to take me down to The River 
Bed & Breakfast in Sanford on Monday night to make it up to me, and 
shoot Mom, why not another night, why this coming Monday of all 
times for pete's sake . . . wait . . . " my eyes coming into more focus 
as I looked at her hand "did you say, actually say fianc�'? . . . don't 
tell me he proposed to you on your second date? Don't tell me . . ." as 
the whopper of a diamond, had to be several carats, glinted at me 
atop her finger which hadn't seen any jewelry in many years.

"Yes, it's true!" her eyes wide and filled with joy ". . . it was actually 
our third date but yes, he proposed to me and I accepted, Angel, he 
proposed and I said 'yes', be happy for me, Darling, just be happy for 
your old Mom!"

"I am, I am!" I now hugging her neck as her daughter and lover and 
friend as we both began to cry happy tears and kiss each other.

"You sure?" she asked me through happy sobs.

"Yes, Mom, if this Marquis guy . . ."

"Marcus, Marcus, Dear . . ."

"Marcus makes you happy, then you know I'll do whatever I can to 
help ensure things go well for you" she wiping my tears of elation from 
my cheeks with her sweet motherly kisses.

"Then you'll be here on Monday night for me?"

"Yes, of course I will. Joni will be hurt and pissed of course but she'll 
get over it. You're more important to me than Joni is, you're my Mom 
for Christ's sake" we now kissing like lovers.

"Thank you Sweety."

"Of course."

"Want to fool around some?"

"Sorry I can't, Dear, I have promised Marcus I'd come over tonight. 
Sam and Susan will be going over with me and I'm going to introduce 
him to swinging, one small step at a time. He wants this too."

"I am happy for you, Mom."

"There's a twenty on the table. Call Pizza Hut and get a couple of 
pizzas delivered for supper tonight, okay?" she said as she got up to 
go to her room to pack a small overnight bag, actually unpack the one 
she had used earlier and put some new clothes and such in it. We 
continued to talk as she re-packed.

"I've got some good news, too, Mom, I finally got me a boyfriend!" I 
shouted to her as she did her bathroom stuff in her master bath and I 
sat on the bed a few feet away.

"Oh, really, anyone I know?" she yelled back over the rattle of her 
electric toothbrush.

"I don't think so. His name is Reed, Reed Hunt, he's a swinging 
partner with the Suddeths, they introduced me to him last night when 
we four swung together and he and I hit it off immediately, he's a nice 
guy, a really nice guy."

"Yeah, I know him, in passing at least, he's been there, actually Erin's 
lover more than theirs for over a year now, they brought him to a 
couple of socials before you started going. He's a good choice for a 
boyfriend."

"Did you ever fuck him, Mom?" I don't where that came from but I just 
had to ask for some unknown reason.

"No" she making her way nude from the bathroom having finished her 
teeth "I never fucked Reed, Darling, but what if I had? We, you and 
me, all our friends are swingers, Darling, so what if I had? Would you 
be jealous if I had?" she patting me child-like on my head.

"Yes, I mean no, I mean, I don't know."

"It's okay to have these feelings, Darling, it's okay to feel what you 
feel, as long as you talk about your feelings, know what I'm trying to 
say?" she putting on her best Olga bra and matching panties.

"Yes, I do, Mom, I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for, Hon', just always be honest with me, okay? 
Now, here, help zip me up" she slipping into her best black posh dress 
and highest set of black heels and finishing touching up her make-up.

"Of course I'll always be honest with you, Mom, you know that."

"Now, I won't be home all weekend, not until late Sunday night if then, 
so you be sure to tell your brother and sister to behave, okay? Here's 
the numbers for Marcus's house and his mobile phone; you can reach 
us anytime this weekend at one of these two numbers, okay?"

"Okay, Mom."

"I've got more news to tell you, but it'll have to wait until Monday 
night. Now, give me a kiss and tell your brother and sister to stay out 
of trouble and do whatever you tell them to do, that whatever you say 
is like me telling them the same thing with the same consequences, 
okay? Now, give me a kiss and I'll see you Sunday night or if not, I'll 
call Sunday and then Marcus and I will arrive here Monday after I pick 
Bobby up from his basketball practice that afternoon, got all that?" she 
hugging me close, her perfume filling my nose.

"Yeah, I got all that. I really am happy for you, Mom, I hope Marcus 
makes you very happy, I hope he makes us a great dad too, I've been 
missing Dad so much, I hope Marcus will be a great dad to us too . . . 
I love you, Mom!" I almost breaking down crying again as I leaned into 
her.

"He will be, Dear, he'll be a great dad, he's a great guy, you'll see 
Monday night, I gotta run, I love you too, Baby, bye-bye" and with 
that she was gone once again. And with that, she was gone, once 
again.


I called Joni's home number and instead of getting her machine got 
her and boy-oh-boy was she pissed. But meeting my new eventual 
stepdad was more important than my date with her and more 
importantly helping Mom do what she thought best was more 
important still so no way was I going to be anywhere but right here 
this coming Monday night. She said not to call her anymore next week 
and she'd see me at the Raleigh Friends social next weekend. Fine, 
Bitch, whatever. God, I loved her, was in-love with her, but she had to 
understand that I wasn't an adult, was still just thirteen at least at 
times and had to be as a child to my mother at times. If she couldn't 
understand that, then fuck her.


I called Hunt's pager number, as he told me to do since he might pull 
24-hour shifts at the hospital at a moment's notice and when he didn't 
call back within half an hour knew he wasn't available. My eyes 
watched TV but my mind didn't, finishing up Mom's vodka-8, yeah, 
yuck, gross.
	
I called Harold and Karen but they were having two other couples from 
the club over for dinner and more tonight. I asked if I could come 
along and Karen almost sheepishly told me "no" but another night. I 
knew the McClambs were also gone out of town for the weekend. And 
I really didn't want to disturb Bobby and Betty and Rosa's threesome 
at Betty's house even though I knew I was welcome to, that they 
would love to have me there.

For all the friends I supposedly have, it felt like I really didn't have 
many friends at all.

I called Mrs. Vaaren's number and got her, making an appointment for 
her to pick me up for what she needed to see me for next Wednesday 
night since no Joni next week anyway. I asked her if I could see her 
tonight and she told me politely "no" that she had a date. Oh, well.

I could have called any number of members of The Tongue Club or 
Raleigh Friends and tried to find a last minute date for the night but 
had struck out several times in the past hour and was tired of 
rejection. Not rejection, maybe, but of being told my timing was 
wrong, was too short notice. I made myself another one of Mom's 
vodka-8's over lots of ice and took it to my room with me, stopping by 
Bobby's room to get some of his old Playboys and Penthouses and by 
Mom's room to get some of her hardcore porno mags from her closet 
and stripped and dove under my covers to "read" and play with myself 
some.

I know the women in Playboy and Penthouse are fake, to a point at 
least, I've seen lots of naked women in the past few months and 
almost none of them looked like the models in the magazines, not at 
all. And the fucking and sucking pictures in Mom's magazines looked 
as fake as the king-fu action in martial art flicks, just different.

I hadn't needed to use the vibrator that Mom gave me in weeks if not 
months but fished it out from my nightstand turned it on and used my 
thighs to hold it against my clit while I looked at the magazines and 
sometimes worked it up and down on my clit a little.

The women were pretty and I would have liked to have any of them in 
bed with me right then but they weren't there and would never be 
there and I knew that so I started to get bored if not a little 
depressed. The phone rang and I rushed down the stairs to get it, 
naked, not like anyone else was there in the house and bully if they 
had been. It was Riel, of course.

"I'm at this great frat party and having a great time and just called to 
see if you wanted to come over tonight, I'll send my driver for you if 
you do."

"No, thanks, Ronnie, thanks anyway."

"You sure? You don't sound yourself. C'mon, I'll have Joe come pick 
you up and bring you here, I'll have you back home by 1AM promise."

"I can stay out as late as I want, Ronnie, but no, thanks."

"C'mon Angel, come have some fun with me! The guys here are fun, 
c'mon!"

"No. I'm sorry, but no."

"I'm coming back over for another party tomorrow night. Wanna come 
then?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know, call me tomorrow and we'll see."

"Okay, then, have a good night!" and click.

I went back to my bedroom, put the magazines back where I got them 
from and then crawled under the covers to sleep and maybe never 
wake up, hopefully.


"Sis, you okay? Where's Mommy at?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, what time is it?"

"Eleven. I just got back. Mommy's not home." 

"No, she got engaged a couple of nights ago and is spending the 
weekend with Marcus, her new boyfriend, errrrr, fiance', she's bring 
him over on Monday night and we all will have some family-swing fun 
with him."

"Oh, goody!" my precious little sister gleeful at the news that Mom was 
engaged and knowing without me saying we will have a new daddy 
soon.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just cold . . . wanna come scoot under the covers with me and 
we can play handsies some and then sleep?"

"Yeah, that'd be neat" our bodies, sisters of sisters, next to each other 
under the covers.


Saturday morning while trying to catch up on some much-needed 
studying, having Riel do all my homework didn't mean I could totally 
neglect all studying on my own, it seemed like everyone in their 
brothers called me to try to set up dates for that night to see me, The 
Jenkins, The McClambs, the Suddeths and two or three other couples 
whom I sometimes saw but I was just too depressed to see them, 
didn't want to.

Of course Riel called about that night's frat party and being as nice as 
I could told her a firm "maybe", that I'd call her back later if I decided 
to go. She did love me, I know that, and wanted to be my friend a lot 
more than I wanted to be hers but I just didn't want to hurt her 
feelings.

Then about three p.m. who of all people but my new boyfriend called 
me, apologizing for not being able to call me back before right then. 
Whatever.

"I just pulled a twenty-four-hour-er, Angel, and as soon as I got off I 
took my car to the shop and they said they could have it ready in a 
couple of hours, needs a new timing belt and some other work done. 
Look, I've got to go back on shift for sixteen hours in less than eight 
hours but assuming they fix it in time like they say they will, I can 
probably come over for just a little while, if you'd like to see me. 
Angel? There?"

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm just in a funky mood is all." 

"About time for your period?"

"I'm on the pill, thank you."

"I knew that, I meant . . ."

"So I don't have mood swings like I used to before it, thank you, I 
don't know."

"Aren't I still your boyyy-ffrrrieenddddd, Hhhmmm? Aren't you still my 
girlly-friend?" he saying it with such a funny accent that it made 
me laugh a little.

"Yeah, you're still my boyfriend and I'm still your girlfriend, if you want 
that to be what it is."

"Yes, I do."

"Then I suggest you get that cute behind of yours over here as soon 
as you can and fuck my brains out before you have to go back to 
work."

Dead silence.

More dead silence for another moment.

"Say, say what?"

He was so cute if he was a Kevin Costner look-alike and a medical 
student actually a doctor finishing up his training and for being a 
swinger he was so densely cute at times even for a guy.

"I said since you don't have much time before you have to go to work 
you get that car of yours fixed a-s-a-p and get that very cute behind of 
yours to Cary as soon as you can."

"What about your mother, your siblings?"

"You know my Mom is a swinger and knows all about me swinging, she 
was the one that turned me on to swinging and my brother and sister 
and I all swing with each other but none of that is important, you 
getting to Cary as quick as you can so you can fuck me, now, is."

A very audible "gulp" over the phone line and then a "uhhhhh, okay, 
I'll be there by four, maybe five or so and I'll have to leave at eight, if 
that's okay."

"As long you give me some of that great cock of yours, yes, that's 
okay."

Another audible hard swallow. "I'll be there in two shakes of Erin's tail" 
we both giggling at that one.

"See you then, my boyfriend" and then placed the phone back in the 
cradle.

Bobby and Squirt both were going to spend the rest of the weekend 
with Betty at Betty's place. They urged me to come along with them 
when Bobby came back home for a short while earlier that morning to 
change clothes and ask Squirt if she wanted to join he and Betty, she 
of course agreeing, loving the attention but I was in my funk then and 
didn't want to go.

Fishing through my closet and chest-of-drawers, I picked out my 
ExremeLove super-sexy pantie and bra and cover lingerie' set and put 
my new London Fog trenchcoat-wrap than Karen had bought me over 
my nightie set just in case someone unexpected came to the door.

With NC State playing Maryland in college football on the TV, college 
football being very boring to me, I fell asleep on the couch 
waiting for Hunt to arrive only to be awakened by a loud pounding on 
the door. It was him. Time for fun. I opened the front door, let him in 
and closing the door behind me dropped my London Fog to the floor 
and  tried to put his hands on my breasts but they were full of 
gifts, flowers, actually a half dozen roses and some expensive Italian 
chocolates. His eyes were almost as big as the bulge in his pants as I 
lead him to the kitchen to find a vase to put the flowers in and opened 
the box of Malatia chocolates to dig one or two out, they were so good, 
making a show of taking them in my mouth and then kissing him with 
the taste of them still on my tongue as we stood in the kitchen and he 
leaned down to hug me close and kiss me and feel me up some.

"So, what does my boyfriend want to do with his girlfriend, hhmmm? 
Have her suck him dry like a chicken bone, or have her open her legs 
for him so he can fuck her pussy and then maybe her ass if he likes? 
What does my boyfriend want to do?" his eyes even bigger than a 
moment before as I put one of his hands on one of my breasts and his 
other one atop my lightly-covered panty'd pussy as I lead him up the 
stairs to my, no, Mom's, no for right now my bedroom.

He didn't say a word as we stood next to the bed. I dropped to my 
knees and pulled his cock out and began sucking. He grabbed the 
sides of my head and held it steady and mouth-fucked me a little. I 
didn't mind. I liked.

"Damn, Angel, I just wish I had more time, God, how I want you!" he 
making his way away from me just for a moment to strip and then pull 
me to the bed with him.

"I want you too, Hunt. So . . ." my nightie being tossed to one side as 
I splayed my body to his gaze and touches ". . . how does my 
boyfriend want me?"

"Anyway you want."

"Wrong answer" we kissing like bandits as the words somehow came 
out "I asked how 'you' wanted it, wanted me?"

"Jesus, Angel, I don't know, get on top of me and when I get ready to 
come let me flip you around and fuck you in the ass, is that the right 
answer?"

"As good as any, there's some Astroglide in the nightstand drawer, go 
ahead and get it out and get a rubber out so you won't have to clean 
up after you fuck my ass."

"I want to fuck you in the ass without a rubber like I did the other 
night!" he almost shouted me.

"Then do it!", I getting the lube out and then jumping atop him and 
letting him play with my boobs and pussy as he wished, he looking at 
his watch the whole time but that was okay as I faced him and fucked 
him atop him and just let the moment take me away, uhhh-hhuuu, his 
cock felt so good inside me.

"I'm about ready to come, Angel, all fours so I can assfuck you!" he 
barked.

"Yes, boyfriend, in my ass" he pulling my shoulders up level as he 
entered my ass and for some reason playfully slapped at my 
buttcheeks which I didn't expect but didn't mind and rammed his cock 
home as deep and hard as he could possibly shove it inside me, lasting 
ten maybe twelve strokes and I squeezing his cock with my anal 
muscles as tight as I could and he literally yelling "God, oh God, Hog-
God God Oh Goooodddd!!!!" as I felt his load just blast inside me and 
then he rolled to the bed in a heap for just a second before kissing me 
as I lay beside him and then hopped up.

"I hate to run, Angel, but I told you I could only stay for a short while, 
if I don't leave now I'll be late for my shift with hell to pay."

"It's okay, Sweety, it's okay, I understand, I knew, you told me, as 
long as you're honest with me everything will be okay...you don't work 
too hard now, my boyfriend, call me soon, see me soon again?" I 
purred at him.

"Yes, Angel, girrlll-friend, I will, promise, see you soon, I'll call you 
soon."

And with that he finished dressing and was gone.

Wasn't asleep fifteen minutes from my nice big orgasm sleep when the 
phone rang. I knew it was Riel and it was. I was horny.

"Yes, if you'll send Joe around to pick me up, yes, I'll come to your frat 
party tonight."

"You sure you won't mind sucking a cock or two?"

"Oh really, girlfriend, get real!" we both giggling at that.


The frat house off of the eastern end of Western Boulevard was an 
older large Victorian near-mansion long ago converted into a fraternity 
hall, in a nice but slightly creepy neighborhood next to the border of 
"the bad part of town".

One of the brothers who was more or less guarding the door was going 
to shoo me away until I mentioned my name at which point he cracked 
the front door open and yelled inside "Angel's here!" at which point 
Riel came down to get me and lead me up a long flight of steps to a 
large bedroom where there were a couple of chairs and one old bed 
that had to be a hundred years old and a keg inside a barrel of ice, 
one of five I had seen on my way inside, and not much else, except for 
three pretty drunk frat guys in semi-nude dress their cocks semi-hard 
evidently waiting "their turn" with Riel.

"So, Ronnie, this is your friend, she's pretty, real pretty" one of the 
drunken brothers belched at me near my face, the stale odor of staler 
beer not being pleasant on his breath as he attempted to grope me 
but I slapped his hand away and he still grinned a drunken grin at me. 
Riel motioned me over to her near the bed and pumped me a plastic 
cup full of Heineken. I tasted it and it didn't taste bad, not really, at 
least it was ice-cold.

"I told the dickheads we might, you and me might do a 'show' for 
them if they behave themselves, was it wrong to tell them that?"

"You didn't tell them about 'The Club', did you?" I whispered softly to 
her.

"Of course I didn't, that's a secret and you know you can trust me" she 
replied aloud as the new Bon Jovi album played way too loudly from 
downstairs.

"Then sure, we might, I'm horny!"

"Well, this is the buffet line, Angel, basically any guy here you want to 
suck or fuck is yours as you wish, they're all clean and all good guys, 
just take your pick and pick as many as you want."

"Cool! Can we mix some, can I go downstairs and meet some 
more brothers?"

"Sure, c'mon, I think I have sucked almost all of them off at one time 
or the other, that's why I'm an honorary member, c'mon, I'll pick me 
out one and you pick you out one or two, too, I'll introduce you 
around" she handing me another beer I not having remembered 
downing the first one.

There were another handful of college-age chicks there as well and 
they didn't seem jealous at all of us being there, Riel explaining that 
they were "geek Greek freaks" who also sucked and fucked selectively 
once they got drunk enough too. I noticed a very tall, thin, pretty one 
who didn't seem to be drinking. I asked Riel if she knew if she was bi 
and she told definitely that she wasn't, drat it all.

She picked out a brother and just to be friendly I told his friend next to 
him to come along with us and I'd do him at the same time she did his 
buddy.

Taking my clues from her, she didn't take off any clothes so neither 
did I as we sat on the edge of the bed and the guys let their pants 
drop to the floor. My guy's cock stank like stale beer piss, yeah, 
yeecchhh!!!, but I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and took his 
member inside me and began sucking. Once I began sucking him off 
then most of the smell was inside my mouth and I couldn't taste his 
piss-taste because of the now three Heinekens I had consumed had 
numbed my taste buds.

He was gentle with me, didn't grab my hair or my head and force his 
cock in my mouth, just stood there like a gentleman and let me suck 
him off, he finally coming when I began rubbing his balls some as an 
audience of several guys and a couple of the chicks watched us.

I motioned for another beer and was immediately handed one.

"Thanks, uuhhhmmm?"

"Theodore. Brother Theodore."

"Well, Brother Theodore, you seem like a nice 'enough Joe, want your 
cock sucked?" 

"Seriously?" a glint of glee in his eye.

"No, I'm going to go get a goat and have the goat suck you off" I not 
usually being sarcastic at all let alone this badly but I was getting a 
little tipsy "yes, seriously, let's see your equipment, whip it out, Big 
Boy!" okay, I was getting more than a little tipsy as I whistled for 
another beer not remembering the one I had just finished and as 
Brother Theodore stuck his cock in my face I playfully bit it with a 
scream of "the crazy bitch just tried to bite off my cock!" and I 
drunkenly replying "no, I didn't, I could have if I wanted to but I was 
just playing, come back Theordore, come back, I was just playing!" 
which was the truth but all the guys all of a sudden began easing away 
from me as I sat next to Riel on the bed in the upstairs bedroom like I 
was some sort of Inuit Demon-Woman.

"Gimme another beer, dammit!" I yelled and someone brave enough 
to approach me did give me one then two then three more as I 
downed them in quick succession before another brother very tepidly 
approached me for a suck and I tried but before he could come I, well, 
I guess I kinda threw up on him. Oh well, what are frat parties for 
except getting drunk and having mindless drunken sex which you don't 
remember the next day anyway and sometime during the party puking 
your guts out? Yeah, they're lots of fun. Yeah, they really are!

"Angel, you're too drunk to continue, My Best Friend, let me have Joe 
take you home, I'll see you at school next week. Guys, help me get 
her down the stairs and to the car, thanks."



I remember sitting on the bed next to Riel and throwing up one more 
time as I stood up and then the next thing I remember was waking up 
Mom putting an ice bag on my poor throbbing head.

"What time is it? Four, five a.m.?"

"Try five p.m. on Sunday, Angel. Remember, I was with Marcus all 
weekend and told you I might be home this afternoon or tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, I remember now" as a bit of long-settled stomach acid from 
last night was almost puked up but caught by my mouth.

"C'mon, Darling Daughter of mine, to the bathroom to finish puking 
out what's left of the beer and whatever else you drank last night is 
left in your stomach, c'mon" she helping me out of the bed to the hall 
bathroom "so tell me, how does your first hangover feel, My Sweetest 
Child?" For the first time in my life, I wanted to playfully but seriously 
slap my mother to shut her the hell up. I still had no memory how I 
got home let alone made it to bed last night. My pussy wasn't sore at 
all so I knew I hadn't had any sex with any of the frat brothers, not 
that I remember at least.

"It feels like I've had a city sewer run through my mouth all night and 
that my stomach has the contents of a dead animal inside it and my 
head just wants me to put a bullet in it so it'll feel better, does that 
satisfy my dearly concerned Mother?"

"C'mon, on your knees, head in the toilet, go ahead and puke what's 
left of it out and then take a good hot shower, you'll feel better."

"I'll feel better if you let me die" she grinning at that.

"C'mon, I'll join you, I smell like Marcus and sex and I need a shower 
too."

She let me have most of the spray of the hot water and washed my 
back and front, washing me not playing with my boobs too much and 
then between my legs and then we shampooed each other's hair and 
then she let me just stand under the healing stream of hot water for a 
while as she left me there and came back for me, telling me to get out 
or I'd get all pruny like I didn't know that.

My Sweetest Mom had fixed me a double Bloody Mary and had four 
aspirins out on my desk as I made the way to my bedroom.

"Thanks Mom, I think I need to go to sleep now."

"Yes you do Hon', remember that Marcus is coming over tomorrow 
night to be with us as a family" she tucking me in like I was a little girl 
all over again, which I was at times despite my often-adult behavior.

"Oh, and we're getting new furniture tomorrow and a new stove and 
refrigerator and lots of new stuff, so when you get home tomorrow 
don't be shocked if you see several trucks and crews here."

"Uh, hu?" my hangover-fogged brain not wanting to hear any sounds 
let alone spoken verbal words which made it throb like a badly tuned 
Trinidad steel drum.

"Don't worry about it Hon', you just get a good night's rest, I'll tell 
Jamie to climb in bed and snuggle with you when she gets back and I'll 
see you in the morning."


++++++++++++++++++++++++


Six a.m. came awfully early a few, well, twelve hours or so later. My 
mouth tasted like I had been licking a dog's behind and since my 
memories of what happened Saturday night and even Sunday were 
still so clouded I couldn't have sworn that I hadn't. And my head, my 
poor aching head, felt like it had been squeezed in a vice all 
weekend, which it had, an alcohol one at least.

"Come on, Sis', time to get up, breakfast is ready" Bobby playfully 
grabbing my tits to get me up.

"First is my shower and then I'll kill you Shithead and then I'll eat 
breakfast. Is Mom here?" I not bothering to cover my nakedness, not 
like he hadn't seen me naked hundreds of times by now as I made my 
way down the hall to our bathroom.

"Yeah, she actually made pancakes and bacon and sausage and eggs 
this morning, but you better hurry and get dressed and come on down 
or there won't be any left" he bopping down the stairs. Damn, the 
pancakes and sausage did smell so good!


"Remember kids, Marcus, my fianc�' whom I am going to marry in a 
few months will be coming over tonight and we as a family will swing 
with him and introduce him to our ways so I want you three to 
be on your best behaviors tonight and do as you're told, oh, and, we'll 
be getting all new furniture today, forgot to tell you, so if want to keep 
your old beds or desks or other furniture in your rooms tell me now so 
I can call the furniture store and tell them not to touch . . . anyone 
want to keep any of the old furniture?"

"I'd like to keep my old desk that my computer's on if that's okay, 
Mom" I managed to husker out from dogshit-breath-mouth despite 
having brushed my teeth three times before coming down.

"Sure, Hon', Jamie, Bobby? Well, okay then, let's get you to school" 
Mom having a positive glow about her this morning like I had never 
seen before. Maybe this Marcus guy was the one for her after all. I 
certainly hope so.


Riel handed me the homework which was due first thing that morning 
without saying a word to me and turned to leave before I caught her.

"What's up? Why the silent treatment?"

"Like you don't know? Really, Angel, really! I gotta go."

"See you tomorrow night then at the meeting?"

"Yeah, maybe, I don't know, see ya'" and with that turned and walked 
the opposite direction I knew her homeroom period class was, just to 
get away from me. Damn. What did I do Saturday night with her that 
even ubbergeek-girl Riel didn't want to talk to little old me? No matter. 
Had my homework in hand was all that matter right then, considering 
I had been, alternatingly, too depressed, too drunk and way too hung 
over to have done any of it this past weekend. At least she came 
through for me and kept her promise to always do my homework for 
me. She was okay. But she didn't sit with us at lunch, I didn't even see 
her in the lunchroom and knew it was her lunch period regardless and 
she couldn't leave school grounds regardless too and though I looked 
for her all day never saw her in the halls either. Damn.



Two furniture trucks and one appliance truck were in our driveway 
when the bus dropped me off that afternoon, the guys from them 
scurrying around trying to get through.

"Angel, Angel Green, Kate Green's daughter?" one of them approached 
me as I flopped my bookbag down on the floor onto our brand-new 
living room very nice carpet and my jaw dropped at the incredibly nice 
new living room furniture, done in a very expensive European style 
and the coverings being not nice vinyl but real leather and it smelled 
like new money, eerrrr, real new leather too. Our new dining room 
furniture reflected the same style as did our all all-stainless new 
appliances, new washer and dryer and stove and refrigerator. Our new 
bedroom furniture, on the other hand, was all wood, solid carved 
beautiful wood that looked more like "real" furniture and my new bed 
when I flopped down it felt like a cloud. Damn. Good damn, but damn.

"Yes, I'm Angel Green, can I help you?"

"I just need you to sign this invoice, please, so that we can finish 
cleaning up and get out of your hair. We left your desk in your room as 
you asked but also brought in new desks and two new computers, one 
each for your brother and sister, per Mr. Sinden's instructions."

"Thank you" I fishing around in my purse for part of the cash two-fifty 
earned the other night by helping the Suddeths out with that 
suspected criminal to give to the crews as a tip, Karen had taught me 
to always tip service people, but he politely shook his palm at me in a 
gesture of "no".

"All that's been taken care of, thank you, Miss Green."

"You're welcome, and thank you."

I got off my school clothes and put on my Addidas jogging suit that 
Karen had bought me earlier in the summer but which I had worn 
maybe twice but Mom asked me to wear tonight, that and my 
peach-colored Bali bra and panty set. 

Today being the last day of my twenty-one-day-cycle birth control 
pills, went ahead and stuck one of the slightly V-shaped Nortex 
pantyliners that I come to like using in my panties just in case my 
"period", actually my BC-pill after-hormone-flow as Harold, Dr. Jenkins 
had explained to me, started that night instead of when it normally did 
the following day, I always taking my last hormone pill on the twenty-
first day and not for seven days after but the two extra pills in the 
pack reminded me that I had been too drunk and too hungover 
Saturday and then Sunday to have been able to take them and yet my 
period as such still hadn't started. Yeah, better put on the a wedge-
shaped Nortex maxipad, they were actually more comfortable than the 
Always I used to use, just in case I did start tonight and flow heavier 
than usual.

Half an hour later, a catering truck from Baxley's Catering on 
Hillsborough Street showed up along with private cars of several of 
their employees and they came in and took over the kitchen if not the 
house, telling me that we were going to have something "beef burgin-
yuon" or something like that for dinner tonight, whatever it was sure 
smelled good. Most of them left except for two nice guys in black tie 
super-fancy waiter's uniforms who stayed.

"We're the waitstaff for tonight's affair, Miss" one replied with a proper 
British accent, smiling as he said it.

"We're the waitstaff for tonight's affair, Miss" I couldn't help but try to 
mimic out of harmless fun as I made my way to the bathroom to pee 
one last quick time before Mom and Marcus and Bobby got home and 
check my pad since it felt like something damp was between my legs. 
Nope, just a little pussy wetness, no blood, not yet.

Half an hour later, the waiters' cars parked down the block some, you 
really have to wonder what our neighbors had been thinking the past 
few months with all the new goings on at our house continually, Mom 
drove up, alone, but then Marcus in his cool '68 Mustang drove up 
right behind her with Bobby in the passenger seat of his way-cool car.

I yelled to Jamie, who had been so engrossed with her new computer 
that she had barely said two words to me since I had been home 
which wasn't like her, that "he's here, come on down and let's meet 
him, dinner's about ready" she half-dragging her way down the stairs 
in mock protest.

He extricated himself from his way-too-way-cool restored Mustang and 
tossed Bobby a new basketball from the backseat and made his way 
up to Mom and kissed her hard fully on the lips and lightly groped her 
tits right then and there in our driveway. Damn. I mean, damn, what a 
looker! He was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen in my 
life, even better looking than my now-Kevin-Costner-brother-looking 
boyfriend, Hunt. Handsome, apparently rich and single? Yeah, I could 
see why Mom accepted his engagement ring when he proposed on 
their third date. I would have, too.

Bobby made his way around us as he and Mom came in and then 
walked over to me and Squirt and pulled us close to him and gave us 
perfectly sweet fatherly hugs, the first one I've had in years, fishing a 
couple of small jewelry boxes from his sport jacket pockets which hid a 
near-perfect physical frame stuffed inside some athletic clothes.

"Your Mom said this was okay, do you like?"

"Yes, I like, we like!" I couldn't help but exclaim looking at a gold 
angel encrusted with diamonds and my name, "Angel", also written in 
diamonds across its face. Squirt's was a heart-shape of similar design 
with "Jamie" in diamonds across its face.

"Yes, uhhh . . ."

"Marcus, or even "dad" if you like, it's okay to call me "dad" now, your 
mother said it was okay if you did since she and I were going to be 
married in a few months.

"Uh, Daddy, thank you!" Squirt giving him the biggest hug she could 
as we all made our way to the new dining room. Oh, did I mention the 
new big-screen TV in the living room was also playing as we began 
eating? Yeah, all this was a little over the top, a little too much, but 
Mom had told me he had money, "real" money and it wasn't like he 
couldn't afford it.


It would be nice to have a "real" Dad for a change. I had heard from 
ours what, three times in the past four years and not seen him since I 
was what, eight?

Dad, I mean, Marcus slid my new chair from our new dining room suite 
and helped me in and taking my precious new diamond pendant from 
me he had just given me, opened the matching gold chain's clasp and 
put it around my neck, it's glitter atop my nice but plain jogging outfit 
and then put Squirt's on as well. A princess. Mom's new prince had 
made me feel, for the first time in my life, like a true princess. Nice!

Dinner was nice but a little boring. He asked us about our school and 
all, about what we did for fun, things like that. Mom encouraged all of 
us to ask him questions as well but I was too shy and I think Bobby 
and Squirt were too. This was the first time we had ever met him if he 
was to be our new dad and if we four were going to have sex with 
each other shortly, it was still awkward at the dinner table.

He motioned to one of the waiters and whispered something to him 
and they began piling all the dirty dishes and pans of food onto a 
couple of empty carts and within minutes whisked them out the door 
and they were away for the evening, leaving us only with slices of 
chocolate cake and small dishes of vanilla ice cream on the table, none 
of us really eating them, picking at them.

"Well, children, any of you have to go to the bathroom before we 
begin? Angel?"

"Yes, Mom, I do."

"And I do too."

"And me too, Mommy."

"You children go to the bathroom then but keep your clothes on and 
then come to our bedroom. Your new father and I will be waiting."

He was one handsome hunk, for sure. And polite. And a gentleman. 
And rich. And handsome.

It felt like I was going to start any minute but still nothing on my pad. 
I'm sure my period wouldn't bother him if I got it tonight, anyway.


Mom and Marcus were waiting for us in her, their bedroom, the new 
heavy cherrywood bedroom furniture smelling almost stinking of new 
smell, the new mattress and new sheets and covers stiff with their 
newness.

Maybe all this was a good thing. New everything for a truly new 
beginning for all of us.


"Now, children, come sit on the bed with us" we obeying without 
comment "and we will have our talk, and then play some" she taking a 
couple of deep breaths and then continuing "do you remember when 
we had our 'talk' and I told you about the BDSM lifestyle, about 
bondage and discipline and ropes and tying people up and play-
spanking them for fun and sometimes even using play whips and such 
on them while they're tied up or restrained?" we all looking at Mom 
like she had lost her ever-loving mind.

"Yeah, uhhh, Mom, we remember. Uh-hu?"

Long silence as she brushed first my face and then Jamie's and then 
even Bobby's with the back of her right hand, then took a very, very 
deep breath.

"Marcus, Mark, or dad as you may want to call him, is not only my 
fianc�' but also my Master now."

Another long silence.

"What does that mean, Mom?" Bobby asked as Marcus just sat beside 
Mom at the head of the bed with us around them.

"That means, Honey, that I am his slave, from now to eternity."

I know I had turned white as a sheet.

"You're kidding, right, Mom?"

"Do you know what me being his slave actually means, Angel?"

"No, I don't, but I don't want to know either, it doesn't sound good" 
my stomach now churning with tension.

"It's actually what I've been looking for all my life, Honey, my children, 
c'mere" she motioning us to come closer to her for a nice group hug.

"But Mom, a slave? We will be slaves too?" Jamie asked very logically 
even for an eight-year-old.

"No, Squirt, just me, but I will expect you to treat your new father as 
you would treat me, have sex with him as you wish, he is going to be 
not just part of our family but the head of it after we get married after 
all."

"I don't understand, Mom" my head burying itself into her bosom as 
we now cuddled together on the bed for support.

"It's simple, Angel. Anything he wishes to do to me, or have me to do 
him, he will, he can, I will do to him."

"What's so different about that, from how you taught me we're 
supposed to act as swingers, Mom?"

"That's a good point, Honey. It's not going to be much different at all. 
It's just that if Marcus wants to tie me and spank me, even if you can 
see us for example, he will be able to, because it will always be what I 
want him to do."

"What's that Mom?"

"Anything your new father wishes to do to me or have me do to or for 
him, I will, it's just that simple."

"Is that all, Mom?"

"Yes, Angel, Honey, that's all."

"That doesn't sound bad at all."

"It's not going to be bad at all, my children, this is what I've always 
wanted and never found a real man before who could give this to me, 
not before this wonderful man right here" her hand tugging at him to 
come join our group hug which had now turned into a group-grope if 
clothed one.

"I love your mother, I will never do anything to ever hurt her, 
understand that" as his strong arms surrounded us all "even when I 
might have her tied up and be using whips and floggers and such on 
her, which won't be that often until we're actually married, know she 
can always say 'no' and I will respect her wishes to stop at any time. 
But she wants to be my slave, she wants me to be her Master, which I 
am. Now, I understand you four have a very special family 
relationship. Who wants to show their new dad why that's so?" his grin 
wide and sincere.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Angel?" my lips finding hers before she could say another word, 
her arms going around my shoulders and mine hers as we began our 
kiss in earnest.

"Kate, you and Angel now."

"Yes, Master" Mom helping me take the top part of my jogging suit off 
and I her nice new blouse I hadn't seen before, we helping each other 
with each other's bras and then my athletic pants and Mom her skirt 
and our panties and within a flash we were naked and beginning our 
lovemaking as Mom and I both loved to do.

"Angel, let your new dad inspect your pussy."

I almost said "yes, Master" too but caught myself. He was my new 
stepdad, not my new Master, whatever that was. I moved around 
better and let my body come to rest in Mom's arms as she leaned 
against the new bed's headboard and opened my legs for his lustful 
eyes and probing fingers, not that I minded at all. If I had met him as 
a new guy at a Raleigh Friends social I would have been so smitten 
with him I would have let him do whatever he wished to with me so 
it's not like I was doing anything different now than I would have then. 
He finished his probing of me, kissing my pussy a little and then 
kissing me on the lips as Bobby and Squirt now shed of clothe rejoined 
us on the bed.

"Slave, you and Angel make love to each other as I watch. Jamie, 
want to come close to your new daddy and play with him some? 
Bobby, I guess you're the odd man out for right now."

"Yeah, daddy, yeah!" she making her way over to him as Mom and 
I eased our way into one of our comfortable sixty-nines, her tongue 
on my clit and mine on hers as we got lost in the moment as we 
usually do until he scooted beside me to kiss me and feel me up some 
as I licked Mom's pussy atop my face. His smile was happy, not fake, 
genuine, not manic. He was cool. I liked him, a lot.

"Hard to believe that six months ago that you four were a quote 
unquote 'normal' family" we all giggling at that remark "I just know I 
am the luckiest man in the world for having found your Mom and for 
you three being her children" my tongue licking up and down Mom's 
lips as our 69' continued.

Our new dad was still clothed. Fuck that noise.

"Dad, let's see that wonderful cock Mom told me about."

"Yeah, let's see it, daddy, I want to play with it!" Squirt echoed.


He moved off the bed and dropped his knitshirt and golfing pants to 
the floor and jumped back on the bed with us. Squirt immediately 
went over to him and took his cock in her mouth, beating 
me to the first lick of our new dad but that was okay. His eyes widened 
open, his face flushed.

"Urrgggghh!! Kate, you weren't kidding when you told me your kids 
were special, damn, it's hard to believe I have my new eight-year-old 
stepdaughter's mouth sucking my cock and that she is giving head this 
good, as good as any grown woman can give, damn, wow!"

"I told you, Darling, Master."

"Yes, Honey, my slave, yes you did."

"Wait until I suck and fuck you, dad" I couldn't help but pitch at him.

"Oh, your mother has told me all about you, but damn, you two 
together are so damned hot, this is every man's fantasy, damn!"

"Only because you are every woman's fantasy, my Master" Mom cooed 
back at him.


He let Squirt continue her easy suck of him for a few moments as Mom 
and I got lost a little in our sixty-nine of each other, almost forgetting 
he was there for a second even though he was within inches of us.

"Bobby?"

"Yes, dad?"

"What would you like to do with your mother or sisters?"

"I don't know, dad, you're kinda in charge now."

"Come have Jamie suck you while I do something else."


He gently pushed Squirt off his lap and she and Bobby began 
smooching then she sucking him and made his way over to Mom and 
me.

"Kate, slave, I want to fuck your daughter, now."

"Well, it's about time!" I couldn't help but slightly grin at him.

"Yes, Master."

"Kate?"

"Yes, Master?" she replied with a somewhat distant look in her eyes as 
she flipped off me.

"I think the word 'Master' bothers the kids, so when they're with us, 
just call me 'Marcus' or 'Mark' or 'Dear' or 'Honey' or anything else you 
wish, just not 'Master' okay, I don't want to have them feel 
uncomfortable."

"Yes, Mmaa... yes, Dear, I understand; how would you like to fuck 
Angel?"

"Uhhh? Hello? I am here!" I couldn't help but reply back playfully as I 
scooted up to the hand-carved headboard of Mom's new bed "dad, I 
want you on top of me."

"Okay" was all he said or needed to. 

Our eyes met, then our lips. He kissed me deeply. I tasted what tasted 
like cherry-flavored Chapstick(R) or lip balm of some sort on his lips as 
he looked at me passionately and hotly but not overly so, yes, he was 
in total control of the moment and somehow that made me feel very 
warm and secure inside, too. Mom laying beside, she helped guide his 
cock into my pussy and played with my boobs some as dad put an arm 
under my shoulders and held me close to him as he began fucking me 
on top, his cock about the same size as Hunt's but definitely smaller 
than Frank's, thank goodness, his chest hair lots of it pressing into my 
breasts when Mom's hands weren't cupping them making me itch a 
little but that's okay, his pacing of his cock going in and out of me just 
right. Let's see: handsome, single, rich, totally in control and knows 
how to fuck, yeah, Mom made a good catch indeed.

Bobby and Squirt joined us, laying beside us on the bed, he on top of 
little sis' and fucking her as our new stepdad fucked me. He looked 
over at them and seemed pleased that they were doing what they 
were doing beside us. Marcus slid up just a little and turned his head 
slightly and Mom moved a little to begin kissing him as he continued 
his easy but solid fuck of me, his other hand now under my butt to pull 
it up a bit tighter to his cock as he pumped a little harder and little 
deeper inside me, my flexing my pussy muscles as best I could to grip 
him even a little more tightly,  he feeling that and responding.

The look in her eyes as she kissed her new Master and almost-
husband was one of complete contentment and happiness. I had never 
seen her happier in her life, not in the thirteen years I had been her 
daughter. Mom was also a solid person, went to work everyday, paid 
her taxes, raised us kids as best she could and knew how, did the best 
she could generally, but life had worn her down too early for some 
reason, that's the reason I was always sure she drank so much at 
times, that life had worn her soul down. Actually, I couldn't ever 
remember a single time I had seen her truly happy. Now she was. Now 
she was truly happy and it was all because of this wonderful, 
wonderful man. Anything I could do to help cement her happiness, 
I would. I just loved my Mom that much.


"Dad, want to fuck me in the ass? I love it!" my words spoken almost 
involuntarily and breaking their kiss accidentally but neither minded.

"Uhhmm, no, not right now, Angel, I want to fuck your Mom some" he 
scooting off me and she taking my place.

"Angel, you kiss your Mom, Bobby, Jamie, I want each of you to suck 
on one of your Mom's nipples" the two of them still slowly fucking 
beside us shrugging their shoulders and moving over to be with us as 
dad easily slid his cock into Mom's sopping wet pussy and she and I 
kissed and Bobby and Squirt sucked on her nipples and Mom just went 
somewhere else besides this planet and began making slow moaning 
noises and not much else.

"Kate, does my slllaa'...does my Dearest like?"

Nothing but moans came out of her mouth as he continued his fuck of 
her. My hand slid down and began playing with Shithead's cock as his 
own slid down and began rubbing Mom's clit and rubbing it, 
accidentally touching dad's cock from time to time but dad not caring 
at all.

"Darling, I am about ready to come, when I get ready, I'm going to pul 
out and I want you and Angel and Jamie to all quickly move to me and 
give me a triple-suck and take every single drop of my come, swallow 
every single drop, not let a single drop go to waste, understand?"

"Yes, Maaa'...yes, Darling, I understand" and with that he jumped 
off her and to his knees and Mom took her place front and center as 
me and Squirt tried to get to his cock from the sides and meeting 
Mom's mouth did our best to get our lips and tongue's on his cock as 
he grabbed and pulled all our heads somehow closer to him, tighter to 
him, his come going mostly in Mom's mouth but also splattering on her 
face some and I and Squirt licking the excess off her cheeks and chin 
with an erotic tenderness that made not only him but Mom smile as 
well.

"Great job, Kate, kids, thanks, thanks, that was perfect" he moving up 
and laying down and pulling Mom to one side of him, his arm around 
her, and motioned for me to join him on the other side and for Squirt 
to be between his legs and Bobby next to Mom.

We just lay there quietly for a few minutes. The only sound in the 
house was the sometimes leaky faucet in Mom's private bathroom 
which we all could now hear quite clearly the house was so quiet. I 
looked up at my new stepdad and his eyes were closed and Mom's 
breathing had now matched his and mine had matched theirs.

For the first time in a long, long time, truth be said, I was happy too. 
Not giddy-happy, not silly-happy, not sex-happy, just happy. Nothing 
wrong with being happy.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Angel's Adventures, Chapter Seven


Melissa decides to loose her virginity to her two brothers at the weekly 
Tongue Club meeting; unexpected turmoil arises from the intensity of 
the scene at the meeting; Betty's parents announce to Angel that they 
have accepted servitude under Mom's new fianc�; Angel recruits Riel 
to be part of Mrs. Vaaren's feminine hygiene product study; Angel's 
Mom arranges a surprise blind date for her daughter with an old friend 
of hers from Raleigh Friends

++++++++++++++++++++


Damp. Sticky-damp. Yawn. More sticky-damp. Yep, sure had, sure had 
started sometime last night. At least I had put an old pair of my 
period-panties and a Nortex maxi just in case. At least I hadn't started 
during all our wonderful play with Marcus, our new soon-to-be 
stepdad, not that I think he would have cared in the least but it still 
was better I think that I didn't start during our sex last night.

And what a night it was! Some of the warmest, most gentle 
lovemaking and some of the hottest sex I had ever experienced with 
anyone and it was the family, my family, our family which included our 
new near-dad. Wonderful.

Five minutes before the alarm goes off at six a.m. Might as well get on 
up. My fingers explore for a second and blood's all over my thighs for 
some reason and past my panties and I quickly get up and turn on the 
light in case it's on the bedsheets but nope, thankfully, it's just on me 
which I don't understand but then I see the pad near the foot of the 
bed and not in my panties and just have to shake my head as to how 
and why, I could have sworn my pad was just inside my panties but I 
guess not, no matter, my panties are soaked, need to be soaked out 
and I need a shower before Squirt gets up.

The hot water feels good as I just zone out for a minute before Squirt 
makes her way in to take her morning pee, me hollering at her not to 
flush since she sometimes forgets. The warm, soapy washcloth feels 
good to the tender skin of my thighs and pussy made a little dry and 
sore by the blood drying on it overnight. I don't mind my periods at 
all, enjoy period sex giving and receiving of all kinds, but sometimes 
being a girl still really does suck.

I take a pee and a quick poop and flush, Jamie having left her own pee 
behind as I asked her to, not to flush, put one of the curved Nortex 
tampons in, they really are the most comfortable tampon I had ever 
tried and every girl and woman I had ever told about and had them try 
some samples except one agreed with me and had Mrs. Vaaren put 
them on her list for complimentary sample subscriptions and Mom 
really had become a fan of them too though for her heaviest days she 
still said her Kotex Overnight Maxis simply held more fluid than the 
largest size of Nortex Maxis but that's what Mrs. Vaaren needed, 
honest replies.

Squirt watches me out of the corner of her eye put the tampon in as I 
hike one leg up on the side of the tub but doesn't pay much of any 
mind, she becoming very used to all aspects of things feminine since 
our "coming out" as a new kind of family back last June.





"Angel, we need to talk" Riel whispering to me as she handed me that 
day's homework done for me as we stood at the club locker at school 
and Rae and Liz and Wink all darted to the locker too to pick up and 
leave their private messages and read the current club bulletins saying 
their "hi's and goodbye's" and their "see you tonight!'s" quickly before 
class started.

"Yes, Ronnie, we definitely need to talk, I couldn't agree more!" I half-
scolded at her, wanting and needing to know why she had given me 
the cold shoulder yesterday. I knew why. Because I had gotten drunk 
at Saturday night's frat party as her guest and had thrown up a 
couple, okay, a few times and really embarrassed her. I knew I owed 
her an apology. No big deal. I'd give her one.

"It's ten minutes before class . . . let's go somewhere and talk."

"Not enough time, maybe tonight at the club meeting?"

"No, now, if you can."

"C'mon" I heading to a special place I knew, an abandoned janitor's 
closet over in the Morris building which a somewhat broken lock that 
would pop open if you knew how to giggle it just right which I did. 

The old janitor's closet was empty, stayed empty save for the massive 
old janitor's sink but still stank of strong cleaning stuff. I turned on the 
light and started to talk but she cut me off before I could.

"I'm sorry for being a jerk yesterday, but I just want you to know . . ."

"I am sorry, Ronnie, I screwed up Saturday night and I do apologize, I 
am truly sorry I embarrassed you, forgive me, please."

She raised one eyebrow and half-raised one corner of her lip.

"Angel, you don't owe me or the brothers any apology at all . . . they 
all loved you . . . a lot! . . . they wanted me to tell you that you're 
welcome back anytime, they want you back anytime . . . I'm sorry 
about yesterday . . . they gushed on and on about you so much, about 
how much they loved having you there and loved the blowjobs you 
gave that they actually gave me a Tau Delta Delta sweatshirt to give 
to you as a peace offering so hopefully you'd come back . . . I've been 
going to their parties for almost a year, sucked more cocks than a 
French whore in Hong Kong and they've never hardly thanked me let 
alone given me anything let alone a real frat sweatshirt . . . I just got 
my feelings hurt is all . . . I'm sorry, Friend, I do love you."

"And I love you too!" me grabbing her and hugging her neck and 
kissing her full on the lips ". . . I was worried that I had embarrassed 
you?"

"Oh no, just the opposite, they want you back anytime you want to 
come" she kissing me back and holding me close in the stinky old 
janitor's hideaway.

"Just keep the sweater, okay? . . . I want you to have it . . . I doubt if 
I'll be going back anyway . . . I've got my adults that I can have all the 
cock and pussy I want to suck and fuck and got me a boyfriend now 
besides Joni my girlfriend and I don't ever want to drink another beer 
again so you keep the shirt and we'll never mention Saturday night 
again, deal?"

"Really?" me nodding "yes" ". . .oh, thanks Angel, this is why I love 
you as my friend" as the homeroom bell rang, yeah, we were late but 
that never happened with either of us so we'd be cut some slack this 
time but we did need to scoot.

"I'll see you tonight at the meeting, okay?" me peering out the door 
first to make sure the coast was clear before darting out and to our 
classes.

"You got it!" as she blew me a kiss a couple of other kids saw but I 
didn't care.


Marcus' '68 Mustang. What the hell was it doing in Patrick's and 
Christine's driveway? I made my way in the front door out of curiosity 
instead of the lower-level members' only special combination locked 
door to our basement-level clubhouse just to see what was going on. 
He and Mom were chatting with Christine and Patrick, my best friend 
Betty's parents who were kind enough to give us their old basement 
apartment space for use as our Tongue Club clubhouse. Marcus, dad, 
patted the end of the couch that was open as he sat close to Mom on 
the other end of it and beckoned me to join them. I didn't. I didn't like 
the vibes I was getting. I sat in the wingback chair next to Patrick's 
easy chair, just to make a point, what point I don't know.

"Angel, your mother and her fianc�' stopped by for a visit about an 
hour ago and we were having a nice talk about a lot of things . . ." 
Christine began speaking.

"Uh-hu" as my eyes went stern and my posture stiffened. Those weird 
vibes were hitting me hard again.

". . .we've talked about a lot of things, and we want to share them 
with you."

Hhhmmm. Okay. Go for it. It's not going to be good, not with these 
vibes.

"Honey" Mom spoke up as Marcus pulled her closer to him across the 
living room from me and I got up to sit in Patrick's lap for some reason 
I don't know why ". . .Chris and Pat have decided to let us, Marcus and 
myself, be their first couple they want to swing with . . . I hope you're 
feelings aren't hurt by this, but we came over to see about coming to 
your meeting tonight, see what your club is about, Master here is very 
curious to see what actually goes on at your club, and then we four 
got to talking and, I don't know, things just kinda happened from 
there, we decided that Master and I should be their first, they want us 
to be, I do hope your feelings aren't hurt, but we four feel this would 
be best for Chris and Patrick" they nodding "yes" at me.

"Angel, we just found out that Christine's big secret fantasy has been 
to be dominated by a Master, a Dominant, which Patrick is not, and 
Patrick's fantasy has been to watch his wife with another man, that's 
why they were so insistent on you finding an adult male as opposed to 
JJ or another teen-ager to partner with so the adult guy could fuck 
Christine and Patrick's fantasy would be fulfilled and now since I am a 
Dominant, Christine's fantasy can also be fulfilled; you do understand, 
don't you?"

Yes, I understood. I wanted to throw a small tantrum for some reason 
but immediately thought better of doing that. 

But there's no way he was going to be at our meeting, no way, it was 
for us kids only, me and my friends, adults need not apply . . . I mean, 
Chris and Pat barely stuck their heads in maybe once or twice a 
meeting if that many and always gave us our privacy, which we 
all appreciated . . . as I've said before and will say many more times, 
how kids and teen-agers play and have sex with each other, alone as a 
couple or in group settings, is totally different than how adults do 
similar, I know, I've been to both kinds of meetings lots of times and I 
do know . . . adults have different agendas than kids and teen-agers 
and while not better or worse, those agendas were definitely different . 
. . besides, Mom had never expressed the slightest interest in coming 
to a meeting, and the membership had shot down Joni becoming a 
member when I proposed that . . . no way was Marcus going to see 
one second of our meeting tonight, even if we had to cancel it or even 
kill the club that very night.

"Yes, I understand, and that's okay" me getting off Patrick's lap which 
he was still befuddled why I had sat on it to begin with considering I 
had never done that before and went over and kissed Marcus lightly on 
the lips and Mom more fully with a ". . . seriously, what you say makes 
perfect sense now that I think about it, so no, I don't have a problem 
with you introducing my best friend's parents to swinging or BSMD . . 
."

"BDSM" dad corrected quickly.

". . . whatever, but, dad, there's no way you're going to attend the 
meeting tonight, no way, it's for members only and you're not a 
member."

He looked a little shocked for a second and then finally found a couple 
of words.

"As your Master . . ."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa right now, Mutha-Fucka, dad" that extreme curse 
word I almost never used coming from my sweet and innocent lips as 
a smack-to-the-mouth insult to him ". . . let's get some things 
straight, right now, so there won't be any misunderstandings in the 
future" me poking his shoulder hard as a look of complete horror came 
over Mom's face ". . . you, YOU, dad, are not my Master; whatever 
you and Mom want to call yourselves and do I don't care, that's your 
business and not mine, and yes, I really like you, have up until now, 
and want us to be a family in our special family-way like you 
experienced with us last night, but, D-a-D, you are NOT my Master, 
got that!" I almost yelled at him. He didn't flinch. No reaction.

"I'm listening" was all he said. No anger, no wimpiness, just there.

"This is Christine and Patrick's and my best friend Betty's house. If this 
was your house, our house, the rules might be different, if the meeting 
was being held in your house, then yes, you could attend the meetings 
if you wish. But it's not. It's their house, and they have let us have our 
meetings here without interfering. We have one rule, dad: no one can 
become a member or come to meetings except for close friends of 
ours. You might become my stepdad soon but you'll never be my 
friend. My dad, my lover, my sex partner, yes, but not my friend, so 
NO, you may not attend. I'll cancel the meeting tonight, shoot, I'll kill 
the whole club before I allow you or any other adult to get their jollies 
by attending a meeting. No way. Understand?"

He didn't flinch. Then he smiled, and beamed a big smile, moving his 
hand up and thought he was going to slap me for a second and I didn't 
move didn't want to show any fear but then just brushed the side of 
my face in a loving, not angry gesture and gently laughed at me and 
let his hand fall and lightly grope one of my breasts before removing it 
and turning to Mom who by now was in complete shock.

"Slave, you weren't kidding when you told me how strong and 
independent this daughter of yours is, wow, she is a pistol" he kissing 
her for a second and then motioning to me join in which I did "Angel, 
I'm sorry I caused any offense, I was just curious but it's no big deal . 
. . and no, you're not my slave nor will I ever expect you to be, not 
you or your siblings, just know how much I love your mother and am 
looking forward to all of us being a family in our special family way; is 
your old, your new dad forgiven" his eyes not with any anger and 
pleasantness in his voice, I kissed him deeply and hugged his neck.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for flying off the handle like that" Mom now 
recovering from the shock of what just happened as I continued 
"apology accepted?"

"Yes, if my apology is also accepted?" he pulling me to him to kiss him 
once again.

"Yes, it is, just don't stick your head in the meeting for anything, Mom, 
I'll be home my usual time, okay?"

"Okay, Honey, and thanks!" her stunned look still there a bit but at 
least she knew things were back on track.


If I ever needed some cock, it was tonight. I needed to be held and 
cuddled and then fucked raw. The meeting was getting started when I 
made my way down, all but Shu who I knew wouldn't be coming 
tonight and Blake wasn't there either. Melissa was sucking off Joe, one 
of her brothers and Shithead brother's best friend; her panties clearly 
showed a pad inside them, cool. Betty and Shithead were mutually 
fooling around with Zalika, the black chick who was one of our new 
members, on one side of the pull-out sofa-couch while Riel and Liz and 
Rosa were fooling around with Tim and JJ on the other side of the bed. 
Everyone else was kinda milling around watching, which not only is 
totally cool to do but also encouraged, since we still had some vaginal 
and anal virgins amongst our girl members, all the guys except Wink 
having fucked at least me at minimum and I had arranged it with Heidi 
earlier get some of Wink's cock tonight, he and Heidi being fuck-
boyfriend/girlfriend for some months now. I shed my clothes and got 
me a glass of ice from the small fridge and poured some Diet Coke 
from one of the 2-liter bottles of soda that Chris and Pat always made 
sure we had for meeting night along with some chips and pretzels and 
other snacks.

I went over to Heidi to ask where her boyfriend Wink was. She told me 
he was in the bathroom and would be out shortly. She noticed my 
tampon string and playfully tugged at it between my legs. I kissed the 
top of her head, playfully grabbed at her big boobs for a fourteen-
year-old big even for most adult women. Wink came out of the 
bathroom and came over to where his girlfriend and I were standing 
near the kitchenette and put his arms around us both and kissed us 
both as we kissed him back.

"I am looking forward to this, Angel, and Heidi swears to me she won't 
be jealous."

"Nothing to be jealous over" I honestly replied. I just wanted his sweet 
cock tonight, not him, not all of him, just his cock. The new Richard 
Marx album played on the ancient stereo on the other side of the 
room, sounds of "My Heart" somewhat masking the soft to loud sounds 
of occasional passion. Betty and Shithead quit fooling around with 
Zalika and made their way over to where Melissa was now 
sucking off her other, older brother, JJ, opening up one side of the 
bed. Riel waved at me, not having seen me come in earlier, from her 
daisychain of her and Bree and now Tim who joined in. Maybe we did 
need another guy or two to balance things out more, though with all 
the girls enjoying all other girls things seemed to usually work out 
okay. I pulled Heidi and Wink over the bed with me, Heidi fetching an 
old period sex towel to put under my butt and a couple of damp 
washcloths and one of four new large packs of baby-type pre-
moistened wipes that Pat and Chris must have got for us to use.

"Angel, I love you" Wink said aloud as we kissed as I sat atop the 
folded old towel on the edge of the bed as his girlfriend ran her hands 
over his chest from the other side.

"Don't say, that, Wink, you love Heidi, not me, and that's okay, we're 
just good friends who like having sex with each other, okay?" he 
looking a little surprised but quickly catching himself as Heidi now 
made her way around a bit to join our kiss.

"Okay, Ang', friends, we're friends who enjoy having sex with each 
other, and yes, I do love Heidi" she beaming at what he said as her 
hand found my breasts and my hand went right to Wink's cock as we 
kissed.

I moved up a bit so I could prop up against what would normally be 
the back of the sleeper couch as I pulled the towel up to me and under 
my tail and opened my legs for Heidi and Wink to give me some head. 
Heidi made a show of partially pulling out my tampon by its string with 
her teeth and then let Wink finish the job, we all smiling, Heidi and I 
enjoying period play when she and I were "on" a lot, her tongue 
finding my clit and lips and licking and sucking both of them as I just 
relaxed and leaned back and let her and then Wink suck my bloody 
pussy some, Wink not flinching at all, his fingers going easily inside me 
and frigging me a little as Heidi eased her way up and kissed me with 
my own essence, sharing my blood with me and me kissing her firmly 
back, my hand pulling her head to me closer as her boyfriend 
continued his eating out of me. 

Yes, this was what the club is about, is why Betty and Bobby and I 
had started it, so we and our friends could get together and without 
fear or expectation just do what we felt like, have sex like we, WE 
liked, with no jealousies or insecurities and no one's feelings being 
hurt, any member being able to have their cocks sucked or pussies 
licked by any other member simply by asking, "no" technically yes but 
not really unless there was an unusual circumstance not being an 
option, since it was called "The Tongue Club" for a reason and if you 
didn't like sucking cock and eating pussy if you were a girl or eating 
pussy if you were guy, you simply weren't invited to join.

My eyes closed for a moment, it felt like a different tongue was on my 
clit and it was sweet little Candy, with Riel lined up next to taste 
me next and Rae next behind her. Next to us, beside us on the bed, 
Melissa, now sans pad and panties, was in a sweet sixty-nine with 
Bree, Bree working one of the handful of sextoy dildos the club owned 
commonly into Melissa. Melissa moved a little to whisper something in 
my ear and I nodded "yes" in reply and refocused on Riel now giving 
me some head, my hand caressing her face as she did and Wink 
moved around a bit for me to suck his cock. I didn't want his cock in 
my mouth, I wanted it in my pussy, and now. I let Riel finish and 
asked Rae if I could get with her later, she nodding "sure".

Heidi squeezed the small space between Melissa and Bree's now 
about-finished sixty-nine and looked at me with lust in her eyes as 
Wink made his way between my splayed-open legs, she and I kissing 
and her hand, one then two then four fingers pushed their way inside 
my bloody cunt, giving me a nice near-fisting as Wink made a couple 
of polite "ahems" as Rae sucked on him a bit to keep him hard.

"I love you, friend."

"I love you too, friend" I replied to Heidi as she moved down a bit to 
suck on my breast and motioned to Wink to go ahead and enter me 
now, her hand grabbing his cock and positioning it at the entrance to 
my pussy.

"Fuck me, Wink, go ahead and fuck me, I want it, now!" he sliding up 
and in and then plopping on top of me.

"God, Angel, I love you" my shaking my head "no" at him, he catching 
that "I mean, I love fucking you, God, thank you, Heidi, thank you for 
letting me fuck Angel and you're sure you're not jealous?" she shaking 
her head "no" too. Geez, you would think that guys would know when 
to give it a rest but speaking as someone, a young lady who has 
fucked guys of all ages, no, they don't know when to shut up.

I squeezed him tight. I couldn't help it. I wanted his cock.

"Fuck me harder, Wink, harder, I need it harder, deeper!"

Well, it was the truth, I did. Bad mistake. He was already hyper at the 
prospect of having me, a new piece of pussy, yes, it's okay to say that, 
say those words, they're not bad words, they're just words, and I 
meant each and every one. Bad mistake.

"I am, Ang', I am!" and with that, he came. Shoot. Double shoot. I had 
seen him and Heidi fuck for I know had to be over half an hour almost 
an hour several times and was looking forward to him giving me some 
of that good fourteen-year-old cock for at least thirty minutes, but it 
was not to be. Oh, well.

Zalika, who had been watching from a chair across the room, came 
over with one of the packs of wipes with an "Angel, would you 
like for me to clean you up a bit?"

"Yes, Za', that would be nice, thank you" she sweetly and carefully 
wiping my bloody crotch area and inner thighs clean with the 
somewhat baby-wipe-smelling wipes but the scent of them wasn't too 
strong and her touch of my pussy was nice.

"Would you like some head, Za'?" wanting to return the favor.

"Yeah, not now though, later?" I nodding "yes" back to her.

Wink in the meantime had made his way up beside me and began 
apologizing. Nothing to apologize for. Well, there was, but I knew he 
was a young boy and couldn't help himself. Heidi reached across my 
chest to his lips with a single finger and pressed it against them in a 
universal gesture of "shut up, dammit, you're just digging yourself  
deeper hole!"

I let Zalika finish cleaning me up and then went over to where 
the TV and several chairs, most, of the chairs were around it where 
Melissa and her brothers and Bobby and Betty were. I knew what they 
were talking about. Melissa had asked me earlier about it, whispered 
to me about it and I told her "sure".

"Guys" Betty announced very loudly to the rest of the group as she 
stood up "tonight is a special night . . . Melissa has decided to lose her 
virginity to her brothers tonight, first Joe and then JJ" which brought 
some actual polite applause from the rest of those present, not 
sarcastic, sincere ". . . and as part of that, she has asked that Bobby 
fuck his sister Angel while they do so, and then Bobby will make love 
to her, and then after that, Tim, Wink, Wink if it's okay with Heidi, you 
two can also fuck her if you wish."

I just wish Squirt would have come tonight. She was a "junior 
member" and often came with me but told me earlier that her stomach 
was upset and didn't want to come tonight. It would have been more 
special if she had been there, two brothers and their sisters and two 
sisters and their brother in perfect match. But, oh well.

I pulled Melissa up from where she was sitting at JJ's feet as he sat in 
one the chairs near the TV and lead her by the hand to the pulled-out 
sleeper sofa.

"You ready for this, Sis'? You really want to do this?" I asked aloud 
and she replied back "yes, Sis', I do."

"What about birth control?" I whispered to her.

"Mom put me on the pill three months ago after I told her I might 
want to start having sex with David, the boy I've been casually dating 
to movies and such . . . don't tell Dad what she did, he'd kill both of 
us" all of us knowing her and her brothers home situation with a near-
alcoholic father but neither her mother or let alone her dad ever 
having a single clue what her Tuesday night "study group" meetings 
were, all they knew is that her grades have been improving since 
she started coming to her "study group" on Tuesday nights. 

We eased on the bed and she atop me in a top-bottom sixty-nine and 
started licking my bloody twat as Liz slid a period-towel underneath 
me and I grabbed Melissa's ass to pull her tighter to my face. Using 
her pills to time her period to be close to her mother's, she was about 
through, just a little blood, another day or two and she would be 
stopped for this month, like it mattered to me or any of us. Hands 
from all the members started touching and feeling and massaging us 
as they wished to. Nice. Shithead Brother Bobby of all people 
somehow found his way around began kissing me deeply for a second 
as I stopped my licking of Melissa's cunt. He's not a bad kisser, 
not at all.

"I love you, Sis'."

"I love you too, Shithead. About ready to fuck me?"

"Yeah, let's see if JJ and Joe are ready" Melissa stopping her licking of 
me since mine of her had also stopped.


Melissa rolled off me as Heidi and Rosa placed a couple of the old 
pillows under her butt to slightly elevate it so Joe could enter his sister 
more easily and then JJ.

While JJ and I had fucked lots of times and I knew JJ had also fucked a 
handful of other girls, I had only let Joe fuck me a few times and to my 
knowledge I was the only girl he had ever been with so Melissa and I 
both figured he was going to be a little clumsy.

Betty took charge, making a little show out it. As Melissa and I lay 
next to each other on our backs, Betty scooted between us and began 
a simultaneous frig, her left hand on my pussy and her right one on 
Melissa's, mumbling something about tonight being a solemn occasion 
we would all remember for the rest of our lives but everyone 
entranced at her playing with us especially when she got us both to 
moan with pleasure at the same time and them put both her bloody 
hands to each of our respective mouths to lick for a moment before 
she then put fingers from both her bloody hands in her own mouth to 
lick them a little bit before shoving them back inside us for another 
couple of minutes of frigs and then offering everyone a taste of our 
respective essences and then sliding back.

As I spread my legs a little wider for Bobby to enter me, Joe took his 
cue from his best friend and my brother who was now inside me and 
with a few miscued pokes at the entrance to his sister's pussy, finally 
got inside her and her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she 
looked like she had died and gone to heaven.

Bobby put his head on my shoulder as he fucked me with a "I love 
you, Sis" my patting his head in reply. At least I knew Brother-Dear 
could and would fuck me a good half-hour or more.

Joe turned to look at his best friend as they both now fucked their 
sisters and both grinned a grin like they were actually fucking their 
own sisters at the same time on the same bed which, hey, which they 
were!

Joe didn't last long, maybe five minutes. Rosa, Betty's other best 
friend besides me whom Bobby and Betty had lots of threesomes with, 
came over to and began kissing Bobby and playing with his cock and 
balls as he continued to fuck me. My hand reached over towards 
Melissa as she turned to look at me and silently mouthed "thank you, 
Sis', for being here for me" and kissed my hand tenderly before 
releasing it as Joe looking a little disappointed but not too much slid 
out from between his sister's legs and JJ took his younger brother's 
place, JJ's much more practice and much larger cock than his brother's 
making his sister's eyes light up once more.

"C'mon, Joe, you and I can fool around some if you want" Rosa half-
loud whispered to him.

"Yeah, maybe later, I promised to fuck Angel first, next, then we can?" 
Rosa nodding "yes".

Much to my surprise, JJ didn't last two, maybe three minutes inside his 
sister, he coming much, much quicker than I would have ever thought 
possible. Maybe it was the taboo of being with his actual, for real 
sister? Not everyone is cut out for sibling or family-incest sex, after all. 
Maybe it was the climax, pardon the pun, of the moment. But he came 
quickly and then just as quick darted to the bathroom for some 
reason.

Bobby now slid off of me and onto Melissa as she lay beside us, the 
smells of our periods-bloods filling the room along with the smells of 
our sexings. We both reached for and felt each other's boobs a little as 
my brother entered my sister-in-sex and friend beside me and 
proceeded to give her a much better, more practiced fuck than either 
of her brothers had. "I love you" we both silently mouthed to each 
other.

I looked down at the foot of the bed at Joe and his little pecker was 
still soft. I motioned for him to come up to me and held him close to 
me.

"What's wrong, baby, tell me?" my fingers playing with his hair, his 
head on my tits.

"I don't know, Ang'."

"Tell me." 

He looked up at me with seriousness.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Tell me, please?"

He thought for a second and then moved up to whisper in my ear as 
Bobby continued his fuck of Melissa and she was beginning to enjoy it.

"I don't like periods or period sex. They're gross. Does that mean I can 
no longer be a member of the club?"

"Of course not" I replied aloud to him ". . . as long as you, even 
though you don't like to, give head to any girl who asks you to, period 
or not, not like that's happened once, maybe twice since you've been a 
member? . . . and you do get your cock sucked and can fuck me and 
now your sister all you want, at least here, so whatdya' say?" he just 
shaking his head at me like he should have never opened his mouth to 
begin with. For twelve years old, he already knew more about women 
than many guys four times his age. 

His cock, limp a minute ago, was now three-quarters hard.

"Fuck me, Joe" as he scooted around and entered me as I myself 
scooted a little closer to Melissa and Bobby as they fucked next to us. 
Melissa blew a kiss to her brother Joe which made him smile to no 
end. Joe watched his best friend fuck his sister from his perch atop me 
up close and personal and seemed to be turned on by it.

"Sis', I want to fuck you again, if that's okay" she nodding "yes" and 
Bobby being the proper young gentleman scooted off his best friend's 
sister and to me before noticing JJ coming out of the bathroom with a 
raging hard-on, JJ smiling and Bobby not bothering to get back on top 
of me, finding Rosa at the end of the bed to fool around with 
instead.

"Hi, friend, wanna fuck?"

"Sure do!" whatever problem JJ had earlier now gone, he just falling 
atop me and tickling me and working his cock inside my pussy now 
slick with blood and come and he just making a show of fucking me for 
the group.

"Well, well, you're in a frisky mood!" I couldn't help but comment as 
JJ's cock felt full but not rockhard inside me as he pistoned rapidly. He 
didn't hear what I said or didn't pay it any mind.

"Hey, little brother, I see you're going at it again, isn't our sister 
something, for being her first time she really is a good fuck, isn't she?" 
Melissa's face blushing full red at that remark, redder than the crimson 
stains now all over her brother Joe's middle and her tail and the period 
towel underneath her and she shooting JJ an evil eye.

"Yeah, she is, you are, Sis', you're a great fuck!" Melissa now smiling 
at Joe's words not from anger but as a compliment. Go figure.

"Hey Ang', wanna assfuck?"

Silly boy. Silly question.

"No, I never want to assfuck, you know that!" I replying, teasing, he 
thinking I was serious for a second before noticing the sly grin on my 
face.

"Hey Sis' . . ." Joe asked Melissa as he held her close to him and 
continued his now better-paced fuck of her ". . . can I assfuck you 
now, too?" his innocence pure as he was fucking his full-blood 
sister for the second time that night.

"No, I mean, I don't know, I want to get used to 'regular fucking' first 
and then we'll see, okay?" he being satisfied with that response.

"Would you care if I assfuck Angel? She's never let me before."

"You never asked before, Joe" I playfully responding as JJ kissed me 
and I smelled and tasted something oddly somewhat metallic on his 
breath. No matter. His cock was now harder than an iron pipe and felt 
perfect in my bleeding pussy and would feel even better in my ass, 
nothing like a non-hard-hard cock trying to be pushed inside your ass 
to really hurt, the harder a cock the easier it goes and stays in and is 
more pleasurable for the fuck-ee which was always me of course, but 
God, when I was hot from other sex, God I did love it in my ass!

"Nah, I don't mind, sure, you can, after I think your brother does first, 
I think he has first dibs tonight on her ass, you just keep fucking your 
big sister until JJ's done with Angel and then you can" a huge grin 
coming to his face.

From next to the couch, Candy handed JJ a bottle of lube and he 
wasted no time turning me over to all fours and then quickly working 
some "Wet" in my ass, not like he needed much all my blood as 
lubricant on his cock which he also knew I liked, liked to be fucked by 
his bloody cock in my ass, and then just shoved inside me with no 
warning, no, that's okay, really, I love it when he does that and 
making some jungle sounds fucked my ass as hard and fast as he 
possibly could, lasting longer than I thought he would, a good five 
minutes of some of the most intense ass fucking I've ever had before 
exploding his nuts inside and then collapsing off the bed onto one of 
the several vinyl exercise mats on the floor we used as fuckmats.

I didn't go anywhere. I didn't move. I knew what was next.

Joe's tiny cock, well, not tiny, but yes smaller than his brother's 
entered my anal cavity and slowly fucked me there for two maybe 
three minutes before I couldn't help I started clamping down on him 
and he sucking air hard from the pleasure, came his little come inside 
me. I pulled him up close to me as I flipped back over.

"Thanks, Joe, for the wonderful assfuck you just gave me, it was 
wonderful" as I kissed him very deeply too. I wanted to boost his ego 
a little, yes, but truth is even though he didn't last long, no boy or 
man lasts too long fucking my ass, it just feels too good for them to do 
so, he did okay for his first assfuck of a girl.

To my left, Tim was now fucking Melissa and once again Melissa 
seemed to be enjoying herself. To one corner of the room, Heidi and 
Wink were already getting dressed even though it was only nine p.m. 
and the meetings usually lasted until ten or so. I guess they had a 
"discussion" in private and she had nixed him fucking Melissa even 
though I know Melissa wanted him to and I knew he also wanted a 
taste of what fucking her felt like, what fourteen-year-old boy 
wouldn't?

I just wish my dearest little sister Jamie had been with us tonight to 
witness all of this and be part of it too. Oh, well.

Zalika who was still nude scooted back on the bed with more wipes 
and offered to clean me up again, which I accepted, giving her a little 
bit of head after I did and she giving me a little more after I did her.

Bobby brought a tampon over to me and I made a show of 
putting it in for him. Little pervert did like to watch me do that at 
home and I didn't mind. And I got the feeling no more cocks would be 
going inside my pussy tonight anyway, especially when I saw Bobby 
and Betty and Rosa all getting dressed even though it was a little early 
still.

"I'm heading on home, Sis', see you there."

I didn't understand why the meeting had ended spontaneously almost 
an hour early. Hhhmmm. No matter.

"Wait a bit and I'll walk with you."

"Nah, thanks, I'm going up to Betty's room with her for a bit and then 
I'll be home after eleven or so, tell Mom if she asks. And, Pat and Chris 
want to talk to you before you leave."

A perfect night of perfect sex and fun and now another oh-shit getting 
ready to happen. Such is the balance of life. 


Zalika and Candy and Rosa and Wink and Tim and Bree and Liz and all 
waited in the entrance foyer of Christine and Patrick's nice but not 
overly-large home waiting for their parents to start showing up in half 
an hour or so, the meeting breaking up early really beginning to bug 
me for some reason especially after it had been so mind-blowingly 
perfect and super-hot sexually. We all usually hug and lightly kiss our 
good-byes inside but for some reason no one save Rosa and Candy 
and Tim did our usual parting rituals with me or anyone else. They 
were within earshot but paid Pat and Chris and myself no 
mind as I sat down with them in their living room.

No big deal.

They just wanted to explain why they choose to let Mom and Marcus 
be their "first" and tried to explain to me more what D and S, 
Dominance and Submission was and BDSM was and all that and I told 
them apologies were not necessary and whatever they did with Mom 
and Marcus wouldn't bother me at all, was their business, not mine.

"If Master permits" that word "Master" again, shesssh!!! ". . . Patrick 
and I would still like to swing with you and your new boyfriend 
sometime."

"Sure, Chris, that would be nice. Would you and Patrick like to fool 
around some now? I, we had a great night and I am still very horny, if 
you two don't mind me being on my period?"

"We've agreed not to have sex at all with anyone, not even with 
each other, unless Master permits, and he didn't tell us we could. We 
can call him on his mobile and ask him if we can, if you'd like? We do 
want to experience swinging with you, Angel, you and maybe your 
boyfriend sometime? Want me to call Master now?"

Hu? They were going to have get permission from Marcus before they 
could even have sex with each other, let alone other people, and 
they're married? Hu? Adults, yeah, they can be so funny.
"Nah, that's okay, maybe another time, I need to head on home, see 
ya' next week" me kissing them on the lips each just for fun as I 
sashayed past them and my fellow club members as their parents 
started arriving to pick them up and bundled my coat tight against my 
face and body to fight off the fall chill.


+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


Next morning, Riel was beaming ear-to-ear when we met at our usual 
time eight-oh-five and usual place, in front of the club locker, as I 
opened it up. Something wasn't right. I could feel it before I even 
opened the combination lock up. A sense of dread. Riel chatted away 
as she usually did and I tuned her out as I usually did.

Couldn't believe it. Still can't believe it. 

Not one not two but three hand-scribbled letters of resignation from 
the club along with their membership pins just sitting there in the 
locker.

"Too much for me, can't handle it anymore, sorry" from Tim.

"I quit" from Rae and that was it.

"Sick shit last night, Angel, you all need to get a grip, don't ever talk 
to me again!" from sweet little innocent Candace/Candy who even 
though she was young gave such perfectly sweet head and who I know 
from having eaten her bunches of times enjoyed me and the other 
girls giving her head while she was on her period. Sick? Us? What 
about her? She had eaten more period-pussy and had hers eaten out 
than she ever would again in her life to come. Us, sick? Hu?

As surprising as the letters of resignation from Candy 
and Rae were, especially Rae's, I really thought, no, KNEW she 
enjoyed coming to the meetings and enjoyed the sex and friendship 
and all, Tim quitting was truly a stunner. I mean, what thirteen-year-
old teen-age boy doesn't enjoy having his cock sucked by a dozen or 
so sexy young women whenever he wants and can fuck a couple of 
them basically when he wants, too?


"You look like you've seen a ghost, Angel, what's wrong?"

I handed her the letters as such in turn. She couldn't believe it, either.

"Damn" was all I could say.

"Damn" was all she could reply as we put everything back in the locker 
for the other members to read when they made their way by to check 
for messages during the day and she and I made our way down the 
school halls towards our homerooms before having to make 
different turns and go different ways.

"See you tonight?"

"Not tonight, Ronnie, I have an appointment."

"A date? Can I come?"

She was funny, her. Hhhmm. Yeah, hhhmmm?

Mrs. Vaaren had been after me to find another beta tester like me for 
her to recruit, just in case. Hhhhmmm? Why not?

"Yes, as long as you ask no questions and do exactly as I say and my 
'date' says, no questions asked, obeying everything. Can you handle 
that?"

"Do you even need to ask? Where, when do we meet, then?"

"My house, four o'clock. Don't dress sexy, just comfortable. Okay?"

"See you then!" she gleamed as she darted away before the 
homeroom bell rung and caught us.





Messages on the machine from every single member except Shithead 
and Squirt since they kinda lived with me about the three resignations 
waiting for me when I got home at three-thirty. Didn't have time to 
call everyone back but I knew I had to call Betty. She was even more 
puzzled about what happened than I was.

"You were there, did we do anything last night that everyone hadn't 
seen all of us do bunches of times before?"

"Well, nnnoooo! I don't think so at least. I don't get it. I just don't get 
it!"

"Me neither. Everyone seemed to be enjoying what was happening and 
everyone who asked for anything got it, all the sucks and fucks they 
wanted. I just don't get it."

"Me neither, Betty."

"Where do we go from here, my best friend?"

"First, we don't panic. We let things lie for a while."

"Agreed."

"Then we sit down next Tuesday with the whole membership, tell 
everyone this one is absolutely mandatory to attend, and we'll talk 
about what happened and what we should do next and then we'll talk 
about it from there."

"Agreed? What some replacement members?"

"Yeah, but we still want to be as selective as we have been."

"Agreed. Think Rae or Tim or Candy will start rumors or trash us at 
school? We could get in some serious trouble if they did, ya' know?"

"Yeah, I know, but no, I don't think they will. Let's just be cool. If they 
want to talk to one of us, that's cool, but we'll leave them alone 
otherwise."

"Yeah, that's fine. See you tonight? Oh, that's right, it's Joni night, 
sorry."

"Joni got pissed at me and cancelled tonight . . ."

"I'm sorry."

". . . it's okay, I had to see Mrs. Vaaren about the Nortex stuff and am 
going to have Ronnie go with me to see if she wants to be a 'certified 
tester' like me; wanna come?"

"Na', that's fine, thanks for asking, you two have fun, call me later 
tonight if you're back before nine tonignt?"

"We'll be later than that, sorry."

"Try to come over and see me tomorrow night if you can, then?"

"I think I have a date tomorrow, not sure, but yeah, if I can."

"Later, then."

"Later" as both Ronnie and her driver and the usual livery car that Mrs. 
Vaaren often sends for me showed up at the same time.


"Where we going?" she asked as she came inside.

"You'll find out soon enough, it's a surprise" I grabbing my stack of 
paperwork I needed to take to Mrs. Vareen tonight and locking the 
front door behind me.

"Who's the cab for?" 

"Us" as I made my way down the driveway to it.

"Let's take my car" she touching me on my sleeve.

"I don't how to get there, that why Mrs. Vaaren sends the cab for me."

"Oh, that's where we're going, cool, I'll just tell Joe to follow the cab 
then, that way Dad won't get pissed off at me, remember?"

"Yeah, that's cool, sure."



It must cost Mrs. Vaaren a fortune to send cabs after me but Nortex 
was the biggest pad and tampon manufacturer in Europe and she ran 
their American operations so I'm sure she could afford it.

Riel had an open beer can the back seat and offered me a swig but the 
mere smell almost made me want to wretch. After last Saturday night, 
while I might have a vodka drink or two, I kinda liked a vodka-8 like 
Mom fixed, if I never had another beer again in my life it would be too 
soon. I asked her to please stop and pour it out, that the smell was 
about making me puke; she tossed the half-full can out the window 
and almost caused an accident as it came close to hitting another 
driver's windshield, prompting a scolding of her from a normally silent 
Joe as he tried to keep up with the cab as it lead us towards Chapel 
Hill on Highway 54, '54 instead of I-40 to keep from being stuck in 
traffic. It was a school night and neither Ronnie nor I had curfews, not 
really, but we still did have to go to school tomorrow.

I had seen Mrs. Vaaren twice since my initial interview and screening 
with her, both times at the UNC School Of Medicine where she had an 
office not too far from the Suddeth's offices, in the same building. This 
was the first time I had ever been invited to her house, if it was to be 
all business tonight. I had put a fresh pad on at lunchtime, one of the 
wedge-shaped maxis and deliberately hadn't changed it since, 
wanted to show Mrs. Vaaren when she examined it and me later 
tonight.

Her house was in the exclusive, gated Admiral's Club subdivision, 
where all the millionaires like the basketball star Michael Jordan lived. 
The gatekeeper wouldn't let the cab through without us in it and 
wouldn't let Joe in at all since he wasn't on the approved list and Riel 
would get in trouble with her parents if Joe, who was bodyguard as 
well her driver and friend, ever was out of range of her. It took the 
gate-guy three calls for some reason before he allowed the cab and 
our car to go on through.

Mrs. Vaaren's house was stunning, a mansion up alone by itself on one 
of the small hills that defined the neighborhood, the road being in the 
middle of the hill, a long, long driveway leading up to her home and a 
beautiful lake at the bottom of the hill, like a picture post card.

"Angel, good to see you!" Mrs. Vaaren hugging my neck ". . . and this 
must your close friend Riel, Riel Harmuth, your father owns ICC, 
correct?" Ronnie being taken aback both by her hug and that last 
statement.

"How, how did you know that?" Mrs. Vaaren leading us from the side 
kitchen area where we accidentally came in to the living room area as 
she offered and we accepted a couple of Pepsis as we sat down close 
next to each on her luxurious leather couch.

"I've actually met your father one time, he met with our American 
board of directors three or four years back about a business matter . . 
. so, you and my sweet little Angel here are close friends, hhmm?" she 
sitting in a chair next to the couch and flipped on the large screen TV 
and VCR to a promotional film of Nortex products, apparently for Riel 
to see.

"Yes, we are. We're in a club together."

"Oh, her and her brother's 'Tongue Club'" Riel looking a little shocked 
". . . oh, don't be shocked, she's told me all about it, how do you think 
she gets the boxes full of free Nortex products to give out? Amy . . ." 
she calling me my proper name which almost no one ever does except 
clueless adults and Mrs. Vaaren wasn't clueless ". . . and I don't have 
any secrets from each other, do we, Angel?" she pulling her chair 
around a bit to be closer to Ronnie and I as we sat on the couch.

"No, Mrs. Vaaren, no, we don't" I smiling back at her.

"Angel, Riel, you're in my home now, please call me 'Bloem' . . ." we 
both squinting trying to understand what she said through her fairly 
thick accent ". . .'Bloem' . . . you know, like the flower, a flower 
'bloom' . . ." we both finally getting what she was trying to say and 
nodding ". . . that's what it means in Dutch, 'bloom', like a flower's 
bloom."

"That's a pretty name, Mrs., I mean, Bloem."

"You are so kind, Riel . . ."

"Ronnie, all my friends call me Ronnie."

"Ronnie, then. So, Ronnie" she swizzling a long straw in her drink as 
she leaned closer to us still ". . . evidently you want to be a beta 
product tester for Nortex, or Angel wouldn't have brought you here, 
correct?"

"Sure!"

"Did she tell you what's involved?"

"No, not exactly."

"Well, you have to fill out a series of forms that asks questions about 
your personal and family medical history, and then if your answers 
qualify you further, I'll give you a physical exam and then have to try 
our and our competitors' products as I record you doing that, and then 
after that we'll talk. One of your parents, preferably your mother will 
have to sign a permission slip for you to participate in the program but 
we can go ahead and do all the preliminaries tonight, since I don't 
think she'll object. I do ask for a two year commitment from you if 
you're accepted into the program. Is this acceptable to you? Do you 
have further questions?"

"Yes, about compensation? I don't need money, but I am curious."

"Well, I was going to tell Angel later that she is getting a small raise, 
to be made retroactive in her case, to a signing bonus of two hundred 
dollars and then one hundred dollars per month, provided you promote 
our products to your friends and family members. Any other 
questions?"

"Nope. When do we get started?"

"Let's go to the other end of the house where I have my offices and 
exam rooms. Angel and I have paperwork to go over and she needs 
her exam; you can be filling your own paperwork out while she and I 
do that. Okay?"


Her house was cavernous. If I had this kind of money, I think I 
would have me a couple of servants, but she didn't, and the house was 
still spotless. It took us literally two minutes to walk all the way down 
this long hall to a room that was bigger than my living room and 
kitchen area and all in my house combined and then some. There was 
a long conference room table, two smaller tables, a doctor's exam 
table to one side, a door open which lead to an equally large bathroom 
from the room, a small kitchenette area, a couple of couches, three or 
four secretary desks, her personal massively large old wooden desk, 
three or four racks of all kinds of Nortex products and a smaller rack of 
Tampax and Kotex and Always and such, three or four large filing 
cabinents, and very peculiarly, a bronze sculpture in one corner with 
lights from the ceiling shining on it which looked kinda like a woman 
but not quite, something like Picasso might have done but probably 
didn't. The room smelled of nothing, no odors at all, if you know what 
I mean.

She sat next to me at the large conference table and I handed her my 
paperwork, all the product reviews I had done, product slips where I 
had given samples out or friends and family had taken samples from 
the samples she sent me every couple of weeks, some other stuff. At a 
smaller table a few feet from us, Riel filled out her own paperwork.

"Looks fine, Honey, just fine, I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Missus, I mean, Bloem."

"You're welcome" she reaching to take my hand as we sat in chairs 
next to each other at the massive dark oak table ". . . I have 
something to ask you, offer you, okay?" her eyes pleasant meeting 
mine.

Of course I had another "oh shit" moment just then but it seemed like 
I'd been wrong on those lately so I just relaxed.

"I mentioned you'd be getting a small raise from fifty to one hundred 
dollars per month, you've been doing such a good job, and here that 
is" she handing me a sealed envelope and continuing ". . . and your 
Mom will be getting a similar amount, a check in the mail, to show her 
our appreciation for letting you participate, and now, I have something 
to ask of you."

"Sure, shoot!"

"You're a very special girl, Angel, one of a kind. I told my superiors 
about you and they agree with me. We'd like you to become our 
national young teen spokesperson for America for a period of three 
years. We won't pay you directly. We'll give you a $25,000 college 
fund for college expenses only, give your Mom a similar amount, and 
will put $50,000 into a trust fund for you to have on or after your 
thirtieth birthday."

I was stunned. Hu?

"I'm stunned, Miss-rez, I mean, Bloem . . . hu?"

"Nothing is involved other than what you're doing now except we'll 
have a professional photographer take some photos of you soon, and 
those photos will appear in magazine advertisements, and we'll use 
your words that you've said in your product reports along with your 
photos. That's all. We might ask you to make one or two promotional 
appearances later but you'll be well-compensated for those separately 
if we decide to. That's all. Just continue to be an evaluator for us, and 
give us a weekend to do some photos of you, clothed of course, and 
that's it. What do you say? Yes, no? Your mom will have to sign 
permissions of course, but I'm sure she will. Here's all the information 
. . ." she getting up and coming back with a thick sealed large manila 
envelope and placing it in front of me ". . . and in the envelope is one 
thousand dollars cash for your Mom to go hire a good attorney to 
review the proposed contract with you. Make sure an attorney reviews 
the proposed contract with you and your Mom, you are a minor after 
all. Then let me know, okay?" her hand brushing my hair as she 
leaned in to kiss me which caught me by surprise.

"I will, and thanks!"

"Even if you or your Mom decide not to, as of tonight you're our chief 
beta product tester, there'll be a couple more forms per month for you 
to fill out but that's all, and like I mentioned, you've been given a raise 
to compensate you for your time."

"Thanks, Bloem!" I hugging her neck.

"Ready for your exam?" she rising from her chair and helping me up.

"Yeah, and thanks again."


Riel got up from her desk and brought her forms over to her. Mrs. 
Vaaren turned all the video cameras on in front of the exam table and 
in front of the main seamless backdrop area where cartfuls of various 
Nortex and other products were placed. I began undressing next to the 
exam table as the camera lights blinked at me.

"Done then? Angel, stop for a moment, please. Riel, let's sit down."

Mrs. Vaaren studied Ronnie's forms intently. I would have thought she 
would have automatically accepted her as a tester but I guess not.

"Riel, I'm sorry, but you don't fit the profile we're looking for. I'm 
sorry."

Ronnie looked absolutely shocked. Shocked wasn't the word. She had 
come along as a goof but now she was insulted.

"Wha'? Why, why not?" he face red with pissedness.

"All I can say is that you simply don't fit the profile we need to be a 
tester for us. You can continue to use our products through Angel if 
you wish as long as you keep filling out the required feedback forms, 
but I'm sorry, it's not personal."

"Well, I never!" Ronnie shouted back at her as she bolted up to leave 
". . . Angel, I'll see you at school tomorrow, Mrs. Vaaren, you can 
screw yourself!" and with that stormed out.

"Ronnie, my ride!"

"I'll make sure you get home, Angel, calm down, it's okay."

"Why didn't she fit the profile?" I had to ask.

"I can't say. Ready to continue?" as Ronnie flipped her the bird as she 
stormed out and Mrs. Vaaren didn't try to follow or stop her.

"I guess, sure."

I knew my pad had to be full by now and it sure was.

"When was the last time you changed it?"

"Lunch."

"Same pad since then?" she looking at it in the crotch of my panties as 
I stood there topless and almost bottomless now but she was cool.

"Yes. I deliberately didn't change it 'cause I figured you'd want to see 
it."

"Good girl, you're correct of course, that's why I pushed you to be 
Nortex's national spokesgirl, you're as smart as they come and pretty 
too  . . . let me take a photo of it" she taking some still photos of the 
blood-soaked pad but this was part of her job.


I sat on the exam table as she gave me a more or less physical exam. 
I say more or less because while she did check my eyes and ears and 
throat and all, she spent a lot of time feeling and touching my breasts 
not like a doctor would but not like a lover would either, kinda weird 
even though this was the third or fourth time I've gone through this 
with her, taking some photos of them, measuring this and that about 
them before she had me assume the position in the stirrups.

She gave me a cursory gyno-grope and used a plastic speculum to 
open and look inside me, took some samples apparently on my 
menstrual fluid and did some other pokes and prods that she didn't 
bother to explain to me but they didn't hurt so no big, and then began, 
just like the other times, to play with my pussy and clit and lips some, 
again not like a lover but definitely not like Harold or another doctor 
would, taking some photos also of my pussy. 

She lingered at my pussy some, playing with my lips and rubbing my 
clit with a lubricated glove, getting me excited and horny. Enough.

"Bloem, is there something you want to ask me?" I half-coughed from 
my prone position on the exam table my legs wide open in the stirrups 
and she within inches of my pussy.

"Hu? Pardon?"

"It's obvious you want to ask me something? Ask it, it's okay" I 
leaning up without her telling me to and sitting at the edge of the table 
while she scooted back on her roller stool just a little from me.

"Uh, no" her eyes looking at the floor.

"Look, Bloem, I swing with adults all the time, women and men, if you 
find me attractive and want us to fool around some, it's okay, you're 
pretty, I'd like that, is this what you want?" I kissing her full but not 
hard on the lips as my hand found one of her large middle-aged 
voluptuous breasts underneath her blouse.

"No, Angel, it's not what I want" she almost running over to the other 
side of the room away from me where our paperwork was and 
grabbing my "Miss Nortex" envelope snatched it off the table along 
with all the other paperwork and ran out of the room like a scaled cat 
with a ". . . your cab's outside waiting for you, I suggest you get 
dressed and leave immediately, I'll call you in a couple of weeks, have 
a good night" and with that ran out of the room.

What happened? I mean, what happened, what did I do? What did I do 
to upset her? She obviously wanted to have some lesbian sex with me 
and then freaked out when I told her it was okay if we did, that I 
wanted to fool around with her? I don't get it. I just didn't get it. 
Adults. You go figure them out, I can't. And women, straight women, 
lesbian women, bi women, I am one, a woman, and I can't figure us 
out. Go figure.

I put an Always Regular like I used to use all the time in my panties 
and a Tampax Junior in, just out of spite and got dressed and left. The 
cab ride back smelled of the driver's very stinky aftershave and even 
stinkier exhaust fumes, almost making me sick and giving me a bit of 
a headache that even a little bit of head from Squirt after I got home 
and to bed didn't cure.

+++++++++++++++++

No Ronnie waiting for me the next morning at our club locker. No 
Ronnie waiting and no homework waiting for me either. Shit, I mean, 
shoot, I was in trouble. I opened the locker up and there was my usual 
small stack of printed-out homework with a private note from Riel that 
simply said "I'll see you at the club meeting next Tuesday night, your 
homework will be placed here each morning, don't sweat it" and that 
was it. Melissa left me a note that said she had tried one of the 
MiniPon thimble-sized tampons and it had leaked badly on her and she 
had sent a nasty feedback note to the company and was telling me in 
case I got grief for her writing that note. Great. What else could go 
wrong? I should know better than to ask.

Shu and Bree both walked up to me as I stood in front of the club 
locker and making a very public gesture to all the kids in the hall 
around us, probably thirty or forty at least, silently handed me their 
club pins and pirouetted around and left me standing there like a fool. 
Fine. Whatever. Several of the kids in the hall had witnessed all of that 
happening but no one even murmured a sound about it. Feee-ucckkk 
them. I threw their old club pins in the locker, closed it up, and went 
to the little girl's room for a good cry in private.


"Angel? Baby?" my boyfriend Reed Hunt snuck up on me from behind 
as I made my way up my driveway after the school bus dropped me 
off and playfully tickled me even though the kids on the bus could 
clearly see what was happening, neither he nor I cared.

"Reed, Baby, I'm glad to see you, God, I need you, I need your cock 
inside me, now, let's go inside" he keeping his hug tight to me but not 
letting me go anywhere.

"Uh, Angel, Sweety?" he murmured to me as I turned around at the 
foot of the steps for my frontdoor enough to see his old rust bucket 
and some other chick, some other whore, sitting in the front of it ". . . 
we need to talk."

You have got to be kidding me. God, I mean, You, God, You have got 
to be kidding me! I did not need this, not now, not right now, not ever 
but especially not after the past twenty-four hours and even after all 
what happened this past weekend. I pushed him off me and glared at 
him with pure pissy-piss and poked him hard on his chest with my 
closed fist. I don't know where my anger was coming from but it was.

"Let me guess: the cunt in your car is your girlfriend, hu, and I'm just 
your jailbait piece of tail, right, Buckoo?" me punching him in the ribs 
again before he grabbed my wrist to keep me from doing it again to 
him. I had been angry with Shithead brother bunches of times but this 
was different, was a different kind of anger.

"Angel, Angel, calm down, dammit, you're acting like a child!" he half-
pulling me up the stairs as my hand trembling with real anger 
somehow got the key in the lock and let us in.

Why do adults accuse children of acting like children when we do?

"I suggest you and your piece of ass leave my house before I call the 
cops, Reed, you're no longer welcome here."

"But Angel, you and I swung with Erin and Preston and I saw you 
enjoy multi-partner sex with my own eyes, you told me yourself I 
don't know how many times that you were a swinger, well, I am a real 
swinger and my fianc�', not my cunt or girlfriend in the car is also a 
real swinger and we just thought of you since you're so bisexual 
that you would enjoy both of us tonight. We've got a hottub room at 
the Days Inn at South Hills reserved for tonight for three of us, c'mon, 
whaddya' say?" he now hugging me tenderly as he could as I tried to 
get up the stairs and to my bedroom to lock him out, I stopping just 
outside my bedroom door.

"Reed, you lied to me, goodbye."

"No, I didn't, I did not lie at all."

"Neither you nor the Suddeths, and I'll have a talk with them later, 
mentioned you had a fianc�', and you, not me, you used the 
word 'girlfriend' to describe me. Not telling me is the same as lying to 
me. I can't trust you again. Goodbye and good luck, now, leave, 
please" I leaving the door open literally and metaphorically for him to 
come in as I began shedding my school clothes. Jesus, where was this 
run of jinx-bad-luck coming from?

"Angel, Honey, I didn't lie. We've known each other for less than a 
week. We've had sex, great sex but just sex with each other, twice 
now and that's it. Just twice. Yes, you are my girlfriend, yes you are. 
You are not my fianc�, she's in the car waiting for us, and she also has 
a boyfriend I know about and sometimes swing with her and him by 
the way, this is what the swinging lifestyle is about, Honey, freedom to 
be this, to be ourselves as we wish. Maybe I should have told you that 
first night, but quite frankly, Miss Angel, that first night Erin and 
Preston said you'd fuck me and would be one incredible fuck which you 
were by the way but then you hit me with this boyfriend-girlfriend stuff 
and I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I never intended to lie to you 
or hurt your feelings, Angel, and that is the truth, I swear it.

I sat on the edge of my new bed and motioned him over. I knew my 
tampon was probably saturated by now and might leak on my nice 
new bedspread but didn't care. Yeah, I knew he was right. He was 
right, but I was too.

"Reed, you're a great guy and a great fuck and I'd like to fuck you, I 
really would, I'd like for us to continue to be boyfriend and girlfriend, I 
really would."

"I hear a very large 'but' coming" as he stepped back from me but 
continued to lightly hold my hands but didn't try to grope or kiss me.

"I want, no, I need a real boyfriend, one for me and me only. Yeah, I'd 
like it if he was a swinger too like me, but I want him to be MY 
boyfriend, not someone else's, mine. You understand?" my eyes a little 
teary, yeah, but I was doing okay.

"Yah, I do. You're one very special young lady, Angel. Friends, still?" 
he smiling at me. I took his hands and pulled him to me, close.

"Yeah, friends, for as long as you want."

"But no more times together?" he kissing the top of my head as we 
held each other close as he stood in front of me as I sat on my bed.

"I didn't say that. Just not now, just not today. I've had a hard week 
and this 'surprise' just added to it. Maybe later, maybe, if you're nice" 
I leaning up to kiss him and he kissing me back.

"You and your Mom gonna be at the social this weekend?"

"Of course, we wouldn't miss the biggest party of the year now would 
we?" he sitting down beside me now.

"No, I don't think you would. What you' coming as?"

"I don't know, Karen, Mrs. Jenkins is taking me to get my costume 
tomorrow. You?"

"A doctor, of course" his hand taking mine, mine coming to rest on the 
slight bulge in his pants.

"Of course. If you want, then, I'll try to see you and your fianc�' 
sometime on Saturday or Saturday night, you know I'm not allowed 
downstairs, have to stay upstairs on the club floor, you can usually 
find me in the Harold and Karen's room or the Womens' Room . . . see 
you and your girrrlll-frrieenddd then, maybe?"

"No maybe to it. Sure you don't want to party with us? We have 
champagne and chocolate and strawberries and Ecstasy" whatever the 
heck Ecstasy was ". . . and you'll like her, it'll be lots of fun, the three 
of us and a hottub, tonight?" I leaning my head to his shoulder as I 
playfully teased at his cock through his pants.

"Nah, thanks anyway, but tell her . . ."

"Donna, her name's Donna."

". . . tell Donna thanks anyway and I'll see you two at the Halloween 
Social, okay?"

"Yeah. You' okay, you gonna' be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. But I do need to go change my tampon and you need 
to go have your romantic evening and I'll see you in a couple of days."

"K" and with that he was gone. Gone. Gone. 

I pulled my cover down and crawled under it and without crying a 
single tear cried my eyes out. If this is what being an adult was, then 
fuck it, I'd stay thirteen forever. Thirteen forever and would be a new 
virgin forever. Yeah, that doesn't even sound funny to me, neither. My 
eyes went heavy but God just would not leave me alone for nothing 
this week.

"Angel, did you ever call Larry?" Mom shaking me as I buried myself 
deeper under the covers to avoid her.

"Who? Larry who?"

"Larry . . . Larry Kelley, the guy I told you about, the one whose wife 
died a few months back and I told you would make you a nice 
boyfriend, he and his wife were . . ."

"Yeah, I remember now, no, I never called him, sorry" she coming 
under the covers with fully clothed in one of her usual office outfits 
even her low-heel pumps on.

"Well, I figured as much, so I went ahead and called him and he's 
coming over to pick you up in ten minutes."

"Mom!" me throwing the covers off and fussing at her seriously. Jesus, 
I hate it when she does shit like this. She's almost always right, but 
Jesus, I hate it when she does it anyway.

"I pulled up about the same time you and Hunt had your fight that the 
whole neighborhood witnessed by the way and we will have a talk 
about that later so I went to Taco Bell for supper and waited for him to 
leave and after he came out looking all depressed I knew what had 
happened so I went ahead and called Larry. I called Master, and 
Master said I could do whatever I wished to with you and Larry 
tonight, if you want to include me, Honey, Larry and I have been 
together many times at socials in the past."

"Mom, I wish you wouldn't call Larry, I mean, Marcus, dad, 'Master', it 
doesn't seem right" a bit of fluid being felt on my thigh and my 
tampon definitely full and leaking and needing changing I eased off the 
bed and scooted quickly to the bathroom with Mom right behind me.

"Young lady, way back in June, we had this discussion about me 
making adult decisions as an adult and if you can't deal with that, 
while I know we can't put the genie back in the bottle I sure as heck 
can curtail some of your freedom, I am still your mother after all, so 
let's don't have this discussion, okay?"

"Mom!" my tampon slick, sliding out easily and into the toilet bowl and 
I wetting some toilet paper to clean up a bit before popping another 
one in and Mom just standing there in her Mom-posture.

"Yes?"

I knew this whole week was going to be lose-lose for me if I didn't 
watch it. Better not fight it or it would get worse. I put a liner in my 
panties and went back to my room to get dressed. Geez, even Mom 
can be such a Mom sometimes!

 
"Okay, then, I'll see him" I picking a Weems & Moore party dress with 
flared hem and single dropped shoulder out of my closet to wear to 
meet this dude and get it over with. Mom could make me meet him, 
maybe even make me go on a first date with him, but she couldn't 
make me see him after that. Fine.

"That's him at the door. You go ahead and get dressed, I'll keep him 
entertained until you get down but do hurry up."

"I'm sure you will, Mom" that sarcastic comment drawing a very dirty 
look from her.


When I came down the stairs, the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes I 
had ever seen were looking up at me from a six-two and built frame 
with a tossled mop of curly sandy-blond hair atop a young Robert 
Redford-of-a-face. My heart raced to my throat. I could see him visibly 
gulp when he saw me come down the steps as he rose from his chair 
and our eyes did not break contact. I hoped him gulping like that was 
a good sign.

"Larry, this is my daughter Amy who everyone calls Angel, Angel, 
Larry Kelley, an old friend of mine."

He took my hand and not placing his lips directly on it kissed the air 
above it as he handed me a single yellow rose with his other hand.

"Hi, uh, Angel, my pleasure to meet you."

My mouth went completely dry. My jaws locked tight. I stopped 
breathing for a minute.

"Likewise" I somehow managed to say.

"Angel, Larry tells me that he has an evening planned for just you and 
he, or if you wish, the three of us can go out to dinner and then come 
back here for some fun, as you wish. He's leaving it up to you, Dear. 
Whatever you'd like to do."

Our eyes refused to break contact. I wanted to plant a big one on his 
lips right then and there. Shoot, I wanted to strip him and jump him 
right then and there while Mom played with us both. I managed to 
finally get my face muscles moving and smiled at him. He smiled back.

"Larry, if it's okay, let's just you and me be together tonight, let's go 
on that date you had planned for us, if that's okay with you."

His eyes ate me alive like a starving man stumbling across an all-you-
can-eat buffet.

"I'd like that" he somehow managed to garble out.

"Angel, I told him that you could stay out as late as you wished to, as 
long as he made sure you got to school on time. I took the liberty of 
grabbing you an overnight bag while you were in the bathroom . . ." 
she handing me an old gym bag of mine full of clothes and feminine 
necessities and I barely feeling the handle as she placed it in my hand 
and curled her fingers around mine so I wouldn't drop it.

"That's nice, Mom, thanks."

"Sure, Dear, that's what Moms are for. You two go have fun."

I honestly don't remember leaving the house or us driving over to the 
theatre at Five Points in Raleigh but I do remember the movie, "sex, 
lies, and videotape", a film I shall remember seeing for the rest of my 
life and not for reasons you might think, or maybe they are. The 
window clerk hassled him about my age and he said he was my dad. 
They let us in. He bought me anything I wanted. I got a bucket of 
popcorn and some Reese's Pieces and a medium Diet Coke. I wanted 
him.


"sex lies and videotape" let out at nine-fifteen. We walked the block 
down to Crazy Joe's Steakhouse over on White Oak Road around the 
corner for our dinner and our nine-thirty dinner reservations.

"Evening Mr. Kelley, and how is.....?"

"Angel."

"Miss Angel tonight?" the maitre' d escorting us back to our back 
corner booth.

"Miss Angel is fine tonight, thank you."

Two more waitpersons came over and immediately began serving 
us soup and salad and fresh-baked yeast rolls.

"Cocktails tonight?"

"I'd like a vodka-eight, please" I said jokingly.

"Yes, Miss, right away" silly waitperson taking me serious and not 
asking for my underage non-existent ID nless you want my school 
library card ID.

Our eyes never left each other. I leaned forward and stretched my arm 
halfway across the table. I could see the pain, the loneliness, the hurt, 
the faded anger over his beloved wife's death, his love for her that 
he still deeply felt for her] and also the real hope he had not 
that someone could  ever take her place but that someone 
special would come into his life, the same thing I felt, the hoping 
someone special would come into my life part, that is. Someone 
already had. Almost shyly, he reached across and took my hand, 
gently, and for the first time tonight smiled a smile of wanting 
hopefulness.

"It's okay if you want to sit beside me, Larry, get that cute butt of 
yours over here" his smile a little larger at that as he made his way 
around to sit beside me. The waiter brought two vodka-eights to us. I 
took a sip of mine and a sip of his, he taking a sip of his. Fuck it. I 
kissed him. He kissed me back. Gently. Firmly. Eyes open. Eyes locked 
on each other's. 

I couldn't help but remember my first truly adult kiss, when Joni 
planted one on me as she and I sat in our driveway on our first date. 
His hand caressed my face and then gently braced the back of my 
neck as we continued to kiss. Our first kiss made Joni and mine's look 
like two old nuns kissing in retrospect. My hand couldn't help but fall 
to his lap. I deliberately didn't try to tease him by grabbing at his cock 
through his pants.  But it was hard as an iron bar and felt soooo 
good. The waiter asked if we were ready to order yet. We hadn't 
even cracked the menus open.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Not really" I replied our eyes locking like guided missiles on each 
other's hearts.

"Me neither."

I was hungry. Yes. I was hungry for him.

"Live far from here?"

"Just a couple of miles. I have collection of 17-century Italian etchings 
in my bedroom, if you like that sort of stuff."

At just thirteen years old even I knew that oldest line in the book other 
than "what's your sign?" I didn't care.

"I'd love to see your etchings."

 
I really don't remember driving home, I mean, to his house. I do 
remember finally noticing his car, a brand-new 1990 Chevy Blazer with 
all-leather interior. I do love leather, loved it now.


One corner of his living room was like a shrine. I was drawn to it. He 
tried to show me a couple of glass cases full of trophies from golf 
tournaments he had won in the past, "this one was for the Shuing Hai 
Open in Japan, this one for winning the Welsh Bank Invitation in 
England, this one for . . ." before I put my finger to his lips for him to 
be quiet as I looked back into his eyes. He didn't need to impress me. 
We didn't need words.

The "shrine", actually a short single glass shelf off to one side of the 
living room, had a single photo from their wedding, he and his 
deceased wife Kelly, "yes, she became Kelly Kelley, we always got a 
couple of laughs out of that one", along with a small trinket box I 
dared not touch and a half-melted candle and a small antique urn I 
definitely dared not even look at hard and some old plane tickets and 
theatre tickets and other little odds and ends. Its energy was palpable. 
I could feel the love he still felt for her. She looked 
nothing like me. Taller, smaller breasts, red-head, legs up to there, a 
smile that could melt an iceberg, small and dainty hands. It felt like 
she was standing right beside me.

Larry came up behind me and gently hugged me and kissed my cheek.

"She still loves, you know" I couldn't help but say but didn't mean to.

"I know. And."

"And?" I couldn't but turn around smile at him and kiss him again.

"She says that she approves."

"Approves?"

"Approves of you, Angel."


He took my hand by my fingers alone and lead me to the, his, our 
bedroom. Damned if he didn't actually have several antique framed 
etchings on his bedroom walls.

Taking my face in his somewhat dry and calloused hands, he closed his 
eyes and kissed me. His aftershave wafted of seabreeze, his five o' 
clock shadow a little itchy on my face. I felt a cramp in my uterus so 
hard it almost made me drop to the floor and he felt my pain 
somehow.

"What's wrong?" his eyes wide, concern in his voice.

"I'm on my period and just had a very bad cramp is all, I don't usually 
get cramps but that one was a whopper."

"Get undressed and lay face-down on the bed. I know just how to take 
care of your cramps."

I looked at him a little funny even though his cock-medicine for my 
cramps would sure feel good.

He put a towel underneath me and began the longest, slowest, 
deepest most perfect back massage of me you could imagine. Naked, 
yes, his cock, about the between the size of Frank's and Hunt's, a little 
larger than Harold's but with an ever-so-slight angle to it, stood hard. 
I couldn't help but notice. I wanted it, his cock, I wanted him, him.

He flipped me over and massaged my front. My face, my neck, the 
tops of my legs, and yes, my breasts and then my pussy. Some sort of 
classical music, Brahms I think but I don't know and don't care, played 
on the stereo in the corner. He found my tampon string and pulled it 
out and tossing it into the wastebasket next to the nightstand, worked 
his fingers inside me as his other hand massaged my tummy. Not a 
word was spoken. None needed to be. 

Using my blood as natural lubricant on my clit as he began a slow frig 
of me and worked my cramps out, our eyes meeting actually never 
leaving save for a blink here and there, his eyes told me a story of a 
man lost after the loss of his dearly beloved. A man lost, yes, but my 
man, maybe, finally found. The scent of my menstrual blood filling the 
bedroom now was exciting him I could tell. At least I hoped it was 
that.

He eased my legs apart and dove between them. Yes!

His tongue, felt almost as good as Mom's felt. His hands still worked 
my pussy. His heart, unafraid of my feminine power if I was just 
thirteen. His tongue meet my lips when he slid up atop me and we 
kissed, I sucking his tongue like it was a font of eternity.

"Hon', your cock inside me, now!" I sweetly told him. I didn't need to 
say the words. I just enjoyed the look of happiness on his face when I 
did. He wanted to cry but didn't want me to see him cry. I took his 
head in my head and held it at my breast, he sucking lightly on my 
nipple. I felt one then two then three wet tears caress my breasts but 
he never made a sound, save that of some very deep breathing. 
Sounds were unnecessary.

It was like I already knew everything about him, his past, present and 
future, just as mine became clear then as well for the first time in my 
life, truly. He was my present and a main part of my future. I wanted 
him, now, and forever. He was my man. I was his woman. 

I would never want for anything again, because I had found true love, 
and in the end that's all any of us can truly hope for, is to find "the 
one". I was his one and he was mine. Complete. We both felt 
complete.

Yes, he was a swinger and I was too and yes we would still swing with 
others, yes, when we wanted to, especially my Mom and brother and 
sister and my friends and his friends and our mutual friends we both 
had been with at one time or the other through Raleigh 
Socials/Affinity, but that didn't matter.

Wordless prayer, the touch of God to our hearts, our hearts desires 
flame and now hearth of eternal warmth the only thing that mattered 
now and ever again.

"I love you, Larry" I couldn't help but say even though I didn't need to, 
spoken words do have power of action and consequence.

"I love you too, Angel, and Kelly says she loves you too and we should 
be together forever and you and I should get married when you're old 
enough to, and I told her and am telling you now, yes, I will" his cock 
riding high in my vagina, his arms under my shoulders, his eyes still 
locked to mine, his lips sharing his soul with mine and my his as his 
pace picked up and the slap-slap of my well-blood-lubricated cunt 
sucked his cock even deeper into me, my pussy muscles grabbing at 
his cock, my hands on his butt pulling him tighter to me still, his 
scent now bypassing all circuits and triggering my nuclear-reactor-
heart-response.

Im-fucking-possible!

No. Not in the greatest of movies or the silliest of romantic novels does 
a thirteen-year-old girl or girl or woman of any age meet her 
handsome prince on a truly set-up blind date and within less than six 
hours they are fucking like eternally-spring lovers yes but also like 
horny banshees and as two hummingbirds mating on the wing and 
then he propose to her. 

No. Nope. NO! It simply doesn't happen. Fugetaboutit! No. I won't let 
it. This can't be real. I mean, Mom of all people lined us up, despite 
knowing I'd fuss up a storm and would never forgive her for it. 

His tongue found the back of my throat as his cock poked at my cervix 
at the bottom of lovetunnel and his hand lovingly but strongly mauled 
at both my breasts. Well, okay, maybe I could forgive Mom after all. 
Maybe.

"Kelly is happy for you, Darling, for me, for us. She has given you, me, 
us her blessing" I honest-to-God feeling like she just had, I 
really felt a warm chill in my bones when it felt like she whispered her 
words to me ". . . the answer, my answer is 'yes', I will marry you, 
when I become of age and will be your wife until then and afterwards 
forever, if you'll have me."

His eyes looked up at me with bloodshot intensity. He was crying so 
hard that his tears evaporated before they could be seen.

"Is this real?" he couldn't help but ask. I was almost wondering that 
myself.

"As real as it gets, My Darling. Flip me over and fuck me in my ass, My 
Love. Now."

"But you're only thirteen, you're only . . ." my single finger lightly 
pressing against his lips to shut him the hell up.

"I am your wife, for now and forever, for as long as you'll have me, My 
Love. I am your wife who loves period sex and sucking your cock and 
loves to be fucked in her ass and lots of other things, who loves you 
who is totally in love with her man, you, man, me woman, so please, 
My Love, do not deny me . . ."

"I can never, I will never deny you anything, Angel, My Heart Of 
Hearts, never anything."

". . . then flip me over on all fours and just pound it in my ass, don't 
clean it, I want to feel your cock bloody with my flow ramming into my 
ass, and now!"

He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head hard back as he 
without ceremony but in a perfect moment of clarity shoved his cock 
into what had to look like my gaping a-hole its entrance begging for it 
his power inside completely his my heart completely his our souls each 
other the smell of my blood my blood of my heart to his filing the 
room like so much treasure of incense his fucking my ass as hard and 
easy and slow and fast as he wished to as he pulled on my hair so 
hard I thought he might snap my neck like a dry twig but I didn't care 
since I would die happy as his wife. 

Yes. His wife. Wife.

The noises coming from his throat were unintelligible but clearly 
understood my heart. I was his and he was mine and we had all we 
would ever want and need, right now and for the rest of time, we had 
each other. He would never deny me, no, he wouldn't, and I would 
never deny him, either. 

Marriage. Two hearts unafraid, sacrificing themselves for each other. 
That's what marriage is.

His hands grabbed my waist as the pace of his assfuck of me picked up 
noticeably. I could tell he wanted to come.

"Husband, lover, come in my ass, NOW!" I bellowed at him as I felt his 
knees literally wobble and his legs shake as he leaned into my back to 
steady himself as he pumped his load what felt like two quarts of come 
inside me and he just collapsed on the bed beside me as I also met his 
come with my own and screamed a literal scream, I mean, I had never 
screamed at all during sex before and didn't mean to then but it just 
came out because it was what I felt boil up from the cauldron of my 
open-hearth heart.

He made his way up to me as I lay flat on my back on the bed, leaning 
against the headboard as he moved up to be close to me, I working 
the towel under my butt so I couldn't stain the satin sheets 
underneath us.

For what seemed like the rest of our lives we just lay there, our arms 
around each other's shoulders, our eyes never leaving each other's 
and never blinking, our breathing in perfect timing with each other's, 
our lips lightly kissing, his cock now limp but happy resting against my 
bloodied thighs. Words were not needed. Words were said.

"Always" I said, he looking at me a little quizzically ". . . the answer to 
your question: always" he grinning like an eagle soaring towards the 
heavens.

"And the question is, My Angel: "will you?"

"Always, My Husband, always" we both taking the deepest breaths we 
had ever taken in our lives and exhaling together in perfect timing and 
then grinning matching mirrored smiles that between them the door to 
our heaven together awaited. 

We just stayed like that a few more moments longer and then he got 
up and pulled me up with him and tugged me back down the dark 
hallway back to the living room. He took the bejeweled trinket box 
from the mantel, from Kelly's shrine, opened it and took something out 
and replaced the box back on the glass shelf and turned to face me.

"My question to you, My Wife" yes, Yes, YES!!!, he actually said it, 
Yeah!!! "is: 'will you'?" as he slipped on the ring finger of my left hand 
a diamond engagement ring with what had to be a two or three carat 
pear-shaped diamond which was two or three size too large for my 
small thirteen-year-old-woman's finger and then right behind it a very 
thick wedding band with two elaborately carved edges around it in 
front of it which was a perfect fit for my finger, the wedding band 
acting as a "keeper" for the, no, MY diamond engagement ring, and 
then placed a much larger but identical-in-design man's wedding band 
in my hand and looked and smiled at me, I taking his left hand and 
placing it in it with a "the answer is and will always be: 'yes', My 
Husband, Yes!!!"

The balance of the scales of my life had tipped the balance back to 
equilibrium. Happy couldn't begin to describe the joy I felt not just in 
my heart but in every cell in my body. No, I shouldn't even think that, 
I know better. But I couldn't help but to think it.

Kelly, the spirit of his deceased wife Kelly, now left us. 

We both felt it immediately. 

Not a cold chill up our spines, but sweet light kisses on our lips as we 
stood there next to her altar hugging each other close our faces on 
each other's shoulders, she sweetly kissing each of us and touching 
our faces and whispering aloud that she had blessed our union and 
now that her husband-past but forever on the other side had now 
found the true love  that would last him the rest of his life and 
into the next when we three would then be together, she, her soul, 
was free to leave. 

I kissed her energy as I felt Larry move a little and ask her to stay a 
little while longer but she was gone. He didn't cry, no tears came. She 
was free now and he knew they would be together forever as he knew 
and I knew he and I would also and the light of our path was now clear 
to us both.

We stood there at Kelly's altar and both just looked at the picture of he 
and Kelly on their wedding day. I knew on our, Larry's and mine 
wedding day that Kelly would come back and bless us once more, 
would be in the photo with he and I and that pleased me to no end. He 
could tell I wasn't jealous of the eternal love he felt for his deceased 
wife. No reason to. He and I would be together forever, too, and that 
was all that mattered to me.

"C'mon, let's take a shower together, let's get you cleaned up" I 
tugged at him.

"We've got a million details to take care of. We do need to talk, Angel-
Honey. A million details." 

"And we will, but first, a shower, My Love, I love period sex but I don't 
want to sleep in the mess" he laughing at that ". . . and I've never 
given you one of my famous blowjobs."

"Famous blowjobs, hu?"

"Yeah, famous from Hong Kong to Kalamazoo, ask any sailor, how 
does this fancy faucet-thing work, show me, Honey" some sort of 
single-handle shower faucet staring back at me, he cracking up at both 
my joke and my puzzlement over his, our, plumbing.

The spray from the three shower nozzles at different heights melted 
the grime not of our sex off because our sex was sacred but of the 
grime of all the past hurts, past betrayals, past pains of all past failed 
relationship. 

Shoot, I'm sounding like Marlene Dietrich now, I know, but as the 
water soaked away all the husk of my past thirteen years a new me 
was being reborn at the same time as My New Husband scrubbed and 
peeled and worked the remnants of my cocoon from my skin and 
heart-soul and I scrubbed away the past scars on his heart, bringing 
up new skin and new tissue and new life and new hope to his life, the 
hope that this all wasn't, no, the new knowledge that all of this day, 
our new life together just eight hours old though it already felt like 
eight years or eight lifetimes together in good ways, was not only real 
but would be so for as long as both shall want it to be.

"God, I'm so glad you like period sex!" I couldn't help but tease him a 
little as we dried each other off at the double vanities and as he 
"helped" me insert of the curved Nortex tampons which he commented 
on never having seen a curved one before, his hand with mine using it 
like a small dildo for a moment before working it in and helping pull 
the applicator out, tugging on the string for me like he had that a few 
times before to make sure it was properly positioned, we kissing as we 
did before resuming our drying offs.

"And, God, I am so glad you like anal sex!" he teased back as a finger 
went right up my tail, I playfully slapping at it but wanting not his 
finger but his cock in my pussy and mouth and ass right then but we 
knew we had to talk some about some immediate details that needed 
to be taken care of tomorrow and in the next few days and in the 
years of our lives together to come and then and for one night only 
sex could wait and we might get at least some sleep.


++++++++++++++++++++

Angel's Adventures, Chapter Eight

More trouble brews for The Tongue Club; Larry and Angel continue to 
plan their futures together

++++++++++++++++++++

"Good morning, My Husband, and how are you? How did you sleep?" 
my smile beaming at him.

"I slept the sleep of an Angel, My Wife, and you?" he easing himself 
out of bed and then tugging at me to get out of bed too and join him 
in the bathroom and then maybe some quick breakfast in the nook 
overlooking his, our, Kelly's special garden in the backyard. The alarm 
had gone off at six a.m. I had to be at school by seven-thirty or pretty 
close. The first day of my new life. Happy. Beyond happy. Blissful, but 
not giddy or silly. A girl, but yet, a woman, a married woman if 
married only in God's eyes and My Husband's. 

"My first night as a married woman, our honeymoon night come to 
think of it, and for an old coot you're a pretty good lay, you know 
that?" he pretending to chase me around the house at that smartass 
crack, we both naked and my boobs flopping around a bit as I jogged, 
I letting him catch me as he wrestled me to the couch and we began 
making out.

"School, right?"

"Work, right?"

Reality does suck, and married life is married life, no matter how 
perfect your mate.

"You know about my work, I don't have to punch a timeclock, I'm 
fine."

No, he hadn't told me anything about his work but Mom had hinted 
around the edges before when she told me about him the other week 
and I knew he wasn't wealthy but didn't have a regular eight-to-five 
job, either.

"But you will need to take me to school. Want me to fix My Husband 
some breakfast? I do know how to cook, I do all it all the time at 
home, eerrr, Mom's house, ask her."

"She told me. And yes, I will get you to school on time, but we do 
need to get dressed. We can pick a biscuit and coffee up from Hardee's 
on the way over there."

"You know which school I go to?" my lips meeting his and one hand of 
his played with my pussy and the other one my boobs as we lay 
together on the couch. My tampon had been in for over eight hours 
which you're not supposed to do and I knew needed out and now.

"I know everything about you, My Love, everything I need to know."

"I gotta go to the bathroom."

"I know that too!" he grinning as I playfully elbowed him in the ribs 
and darted up from the couch to run to the bathroom he chasing me 
half-speed behind me and I locking him out just to tease him.



Betty was waiting for me in the front yard of the school as My Love 
dropped me off for the first and last time at good old Dunbar. She 
looked agitated. We sat in his, our Blazer for a moment and wanted to 
kiss each other good-bye but there were simply too many eyes 
watching.

"Agreed on our game plan, Love', any questions if anyone asks?" we 
holding hands sneakily inside the car as the grey skies above kept the 
chill of the late October air tight to us even inside the vehicle. For a 
second I almost saw a drop of rain and then a snowflake. My thin 
Members-Only jacket worn in the warmth of yesterday no match for 
cold of today. No matter. After today, after last night, our love would 
keep me warm forever and my clothes and such would be in Larry's, 
my, our home after today anyway.

"No, Uncle Larry, no questions, I think I've got the game plan down. 
I'll call you just as soon as I see the principal and get my stuff cleaned 
out of my locker and turn my books in and all. He can call you to 
confirm anything if he needs to on your mobil?"

"Yes" his eyes looking at all the parents and students milling around us 
as we sat in the drop-off lane ". . . just like we discussed."

"I need to run, Hon'."

"I know" he kissing the back of my hand without thinking. Betty was 
walking around the yard with quick pace, only a few feet from us now 
and still hadn't seen me in the Blazer.

"Gotta run, call you after a while, Darling."

"Okay, My Love, talk to you in a bit" he leaning over to kiss despite 
our agreement not to, at least not here in the parents' lane at Dunbar. 
Betty finally saw me inside the car and saw me kiss my fianc�' and 
knocked on my locked passenger-side door. She was pissed!


"Where were you last night? The one time in all our friendship I really 
needed you, and where the hell where you? With some piece of cock? 
And where the hell was your Mom, either? Bobby and Jamie had no 
idea how to get in touch with either of you, what the hell is 
going on, Angel, and why were you kissing that older dude in public 
like that and what -the- hell is on your finger, looks like a wedding 
band and an engagement ring, what the?" her words trailing off as we 
hustled towards the main entrance, my last time through the beaten-
up but solid double-double wooden doors to good old Dunbar.

"I was with Larry all night who you saw me kiss, Mom was with her 
own new fianc�', I know Bobby had Marcus' home and mobile numbers 
. . ."

"He said he lost the piece of paper they were written on."

". . . I was kissing Larry because he and I are in love with each other 
and I am moving in with him today at his house over near Country 
Club Acres off Glenwood Avenue in Raleigh and he and I will be leaving 
together for the rest of our lives hopefully and the ring, the rings" I 
holding that eye-popper of pear-shaped diamond up to the harsh 
fluorescent lights of the hall where my old locker was, extra backpack 
from Larry in hand to put the rest of my books and other crap from my 
locker in before I planned to go march in to the principal's office and 
tell him that I was moving to another school district in the county and 
a new school, Larry thinking I would be probably be assigned to Aldert 
Root Elemementary & Junior High a couple of miles from where he, we 
now lived, and then do what's necessary to make that happen, 
couldn't afford to have any lapse in school.

Betty turned me around and forcibly pinned my shoulders against the 
wall of lockers, hard. It hurt!

"Look, Best Friend Of Mine In The Whole World . . ."

"Yeah, you're my best friend too, let go of me dammit unless you want 
your titty pinched off right here in the hallway, better tell me what's 
going on, let go of me I said, dammit!" my voice rising as I pushed on 
both her boobs with my open palms to get her off me.

"Let's walk, let's go to the club locker, I'll show you."

From the other end of the hallway I could clearly see a shiny new 
padlock as we walk-raced towards it. The bell for homeroom class rang 
and the rest of what kids were in the hall scattered. Betty didn't care, 
nor do I. In the emptiness of the hall, I just starred at the new, keyed 
lock on our club locker.

"Don't tell me" my hands giggling it.

"You don't know the half of it. The police were back at my house last 
night along with a child social worker, the same one who investigated 
allegations of The Club last time."

"Please don't tell me" I feeling the blood rush from my face and brain.

"You don't know the half of it" her voice very depressed, heavy with 
emotion, she leaning her head into the back of my shoulder as we 
stood there in front of the locker.

"Tell me, Best Friend, all of it."

"Let's go outside to the steps and talk."

"What about your homeroom period?"

"Fuck homeroom, let's go talk."

A flake or two of fake snow wafted from the sky only to melt before it 
hit the ground. I wished I was one of the snowflakes. No, I don't with 
that, I have My Larry, My Husband, now. Screw all this."

"So, the club's over with, hu?"

"Angel, even though they didn't have a warrant, my parents consented 
to a search of the house. They were curious about all the Nortex stuff 
downstairs and all the bloody towels in the hamper but Mom and me 
convinced them that all those bloody towels and all were from she and 
I. They riffled through our VCR tapes but didn't notice the tapes of 
some our past club play. My parents would be in jail right now if they 
had half-a-fucking brain about them."

"Were Pat and Chris arrested?" I had never smoked in my life but all of 
a sudden wanted a cigarette right then, badly. I chewed on the eraser 
end of one of my pencils. It tasted gross.

"No, and the police officers and case worker were actually quite nice. 
They didn't hassle them at all."

"At least they weren't arrested" my eyes searching the horizon as the 
odd snow flake turned into the odd raindrop. A single one hit my 
cheek, splattering.

"No, they weren't, no thanks to you . . ."

"Hu?" my irritation with that crack from her very real.

"Sorry . . . but the case worker did ask that our Tuesday night 'study 
club' be moved to another parents' home or to school grounds after 
school and, Angel, my parents almost were collectively shitting bricks 
and would have agreed to sacrifice a dozen goats and a three-legged 
nun if that's all it would have taken for last night go away. So, yeah, 
they agreed, no more meetings."

"So, that's it for The Club, then, hu?" my arm going around her as a 
security guard, old whatshisname, noticed us and began a slow walk 
over to us.

"Not unless we meet at your house and with your new dad who 
apparently is some sort of I don't know what to your mom and my 
parents and who I know won't allow it . . ."

". . .oh, yeah, he would, he's a bit of a perv."

". . . we're all pervs, Angel, that's why we started The Club . . . you 
really think he would let us meet at your house?"

"Well, since the heat is on right now, probably not, and I don't live 
there anymore anyway" her gaze fixing hard on me with total disbelief.

"Say what? And yeah, what's with the dimestore ring, some sort of 
friendship ring from your old dude?"

I pulled her close to me, my arm around her shoulder and kissed her 
on her lips. The ancient security guard watched us from twenty or 
thirty feet away but didn't interfere. I noticed then that I hadn't put on 
my club pin, it was in my purse along with the diamond "angel" 
necklace that dad, eerrrr, stepdad, eeerrr, Mom's "Master" had given 
me, and Betty wasn't wearing her club pin, either.

"Betty, I love you."

"I love you too, but what's up? Give!"

"This here ring is not a dimestore chip, but the real thing, it's a real 
diamond, look at it" as I held it up to what light there was in the hazy 
overcast morning semi-fog ". . . and it was given to me by my fianc�' 
last night and My Husband in the eyes of God, Larry Matthew Kelley; 
the rings actually belonged to his first wife who died a few months; 
we're going to be legally married when I am of legal age and I want 
you to be my maid-of-honor when we do, if you will, me' best friend."

"You are so full of shit right now, girlfriend, your eyes have turned 
brown" we both giggling at that one.

"I'm serious."

"I know you are" her hand sweetly taking mine as the security guard 
inched a little closer to us.

"To the world, by the way, he's Mom's brother, my uncle, that's how 
we're going to play it. I am going home later and he'll meet me there 
and we'll pack my things and then move in for good with him from that 
moment on I will be Mrs. Larry Kelley, if only in the eyes of God or 
man doesn't matter."

"He really is the one for you isn't he? You really are in love, I can tell" 
she putting her arm around me tighter as the cold become colder and 
a few more snow flakes fell. Yeah, I was getting cold. Time to get this 
over with.

"Yeah, I am."

"Gonna have a girlfriend over to dinner soon and introduce your new 
husband to her?" she rising as the security guard finally got up enough 
courage to approach us.

"Anytime she wants."



"Amy Green, Bettina Magdanz?" we nodding 'yes' ". . . Principal wants 
you in his office, now, he's been waiting, I am to escort you."



The social worker who had investigated things about The Club was 
there along with another social worker. It was short and sweet.

"Amy Green, there have some serious rumors and allegations about 
the study group you and Miss Magdanz have been hosting at her home 
on Tuesday nights. Mrs. Bankoski with Wake County Child Protective 
Services has told me of her initial investigation and the one she 
conducted at the home of Miss Magdanz last night. Let me assure you 
that neither you, nor Miss Magdanz or either of your parents are in any 
trouble what so ever. No evidence of anything illegal or improper was 
found. 

That said, some serious allegations regarding your study club have 
been made and we will address those now.

All identified members of your club have been reassigned as of this 
morning to different lunch periods so that you may no longer sit 
together at lunch. Mr. And Mrs. Magdanz agreed last night not to host 
these meetings at their home any longer, deferring to any other 
parents of club members who might wish to host them. And, we 
removed all contents of the locker you were improperly using as a 
message drop for your members and confiscated its contents and let 
me make this clear, if you attempt to use another locker for a similar 
purpose, you will be suspended indefinitely. And, any behavior you 
engage in that is in the least suspicious will result in a more thorough 
investigation of Miss Magdanz' parents and possibly your own mother. 
Any questions? Have I made myself clear? Anything you wish to say to 
me?"

Poor Betty had turned whiter than a sheet as she sat near me in a 
chair in front of the Principal's desk. I took a deep breath and then told 
a lie, a real, adult-type lie, the first one I had ever told in my life, I 
swear, but it wasn't much of a lie, was a close-to-the-truth if it was 
half a lie.


"Sir, I have some things to tell you, all of which should make you very 
happy."

"Oh?" he leaning forward as the social worker rose from her chair and 
stood next to me.

"You may or may not know that my mother recently got engaged to 
Mr. Marcus Sinden, a banker well-known in our community."

"No, I didn't know that. He's actually an investment banker and 
businessman with many business interests, but do go on, I'm 
listening."

"I hate him" which was the truth ". . . and for the rest of the school 
year, I am moving in, today, with my mother's brother, Larry Kelley, 
who lives over in the nice neighborhood of Brighton Woods in Raleigh . 
. . I came in today to turn my books in and see you to tell you."

His look went from pleasant to stern.

"We'll need proof of your new residency, Miss Green, and a signed 
affidavit from your mother, I understand your father and mother are 
divorced, that this new residency of yours is permissible to her, all 
within seven calendar days from that date of your moving, which is 
today."

"You'll have them, the school system will have them on Monday. Do 
you know if I'll be going to Aldert Root Elementary near my 
uncle's home? It's only a couple of miles away from there."

"When notice of your change of residency is received, the Wake 
County School Board will send you a card in the mail informing you, I 
mean, your uncle, your temporary guardian, of which school you will 
be required to attend. If you have your paperwork done and dropped 
at the main school system administrative offices off of Old Wake Forest 
Road on Monday, it will take at least a week, maybe two, for you to 
receive your new school assignment in the mail; you won't have to 
show up until the date that will be on the card, actually, you won't be 
able to. I suggest you keep your school books, all schools in the 
county use the same books, and study on your own so you won't fall 
behind in your classwork when you do receive your new assignment. If 
there's ever anything I can do to help you, or Mrs. Bankoski" she 
handing me her business card as she turned to leave the meeting ". . . 
is here to help you. Now, before you leave us for good, is there 
anything we you wish to tell me, Miss Green?" his eyes trying to bore 
into the back of my skull through my eyes, trying to intimidate me. 

It didn't work.

"Just that I have enjoyed being a student here at Dunbar is all, and 
that you have been an excellent and fair Principal in my time here" I 
leaning beside his desk to shove my perky thirteen-year-old tits very 
close to his face and toss whatshername's card into the trash.

"Here, you might want these for souvenirs" he snided back at me as 
he opened one his desk drawers and tossed me a small plastic bag 
with three or four Tongue Club pins inside to me he obviously 
confiscated from our club locker ". . . whichever school you wind up 
going to, I'm going to make sure the Principal there is made aware of 
your so-called fictional 'Tongue Club' and that you are a born trouble-
maker . . . if I thought for one second that one-one-hundredth of one 
percent of what was reported to me and the authorities actually 
happened at that basement of the Magdanz' home, neither they nor 
your mother would ever see daylight again except through prison bars 
for the rest of their natural lives, that I promise you . . . eighth-grade 
sex club indeed, oral sex and sex acts too gross even for sick perverts 
to contemplate . . . you're a great storyteller, I'll give you that, Miss 
Green" he sneering at me as I just stone-faced glared back at him 
from the doorway to his office, Betty already having made her exit ". . 
. but if I do hear one single rumor from your new school that you are 
spreading these fantastic tales of children's sex orgies that you're the 
head of, just so you can become popular, then there will be 
consequences for your mother and yourself attached to those lies, do I 
make myself perfectly clear? Now, good luck at your new school, and 
get out of my office" and with that I not just walked but ran to the 
closest girl's bathroom over in Jordan Hall and locked myself in a stall 
and sitting on the commode, began crying, and cried and cried and 
cried and cried until. 

Until. 

Until the girl in me was gone. 

Until the girl in me was gone and only the young woman in me was 
left.

I cried a little more, for the girl in me that was gone, and cried a 
moment more for the happiness of the new woman that now 
possessed me, body and soul. 

And two tears more, one for myself and one for my new husband, 
changed my pad while I was in the stall even though it really didn't 
need it and left to find Betty who by then was in her third period 
science class so I didn't try to bother her. 

I called Larry on his mobile from a pay phone in the hall and told him 
what had happened and he was relieved, greatly relieved. He said that 
he had already been by The School Board's office and his lawyer's 
office about the "in loco parentis ex huma" agreement that he knew 
Mom wouldn't have any problem signing, the closest thing we could 
get so he could sign for me legally as close to a parent as possible 
without going through legal guardianship proceedings which would 
embarrass Mom or emancipated minor legal status for me which 
wasn't possible from a practical standpoint since I was only thirteen. 
As my husband, he would need the ability to sign off on medical and 
legal consents for me and the ex huma agreement between he and 
Mom would let him do that and not raise any suspicions.

"Can you come pick me up, Honey?"

"No, not right now Sweety, your Mom is taking off work for the rest of 
the day so we can meet after lunch, I've got to go arrange things to 
have your things picked up from the house and then head on over 
there. Can you call me around noon?"

"It's after ten, Dear and I'm already through here; can I just get a cab 
and go on to Mom's and start going through my things and meet you 
there?"

"Yeah, that'd be good, see you when I get there, we'll go grab some 
lunch when I get there."

Husband, yes, I said it and will never get tired of saying it and if you're 
bothered by me being just thirteen and saying that word of reality 
then I suggest you go get your own life and not peer into mine so 
much, husband had given me a handful of twenties before we left this 
morning for pin money and I had my own saved cash with me from my 
sessions with Mrs. Vaaren and the Suddeths, most of it at least, so I 
took a cab first to Betty's to check on things there.

The old combination code on the outside door pushbutton entry lock 
wouldn't work. Nope, good ol' 3-4-5-push wouldn't work. Their front 
door emergency key under the large rock next their driveway did.

The videotapes of some of our past club meetings, along with the tape 
of Shithead taking Best Friend's virginity were gone. Good. I suspect 
they were in some dumpster the other side of town within half an hour 
on the cops and all leaving last night. Still couldn't believe, after 
thinking about how stupid it was for them to videotape all that, that 
after that first scare they didn't at least hide them somewhere instead 
of keeping them under the TV with the rest of their Disney and other 
videocassette movies for anyone to find.

The basement "clubhouse" was cleaned out. All the Nortex stuff was 
gone, all the sex stuff, and I still don't see how the bottles of lube and 
handful of condoms and such weren't found last night or if they were 
didn't draw attention like crazy. Who knows. No vibes to it, no echoes 
of all the happiness's that had taken place in the weeks and months 
since the club's founding by me and brother Bobby and Betty and yeah 
Squirt included in there too. 

Dead. 

The basement was now a dead zone. 

I noticed an envelope on the kitchenette countertop with my name on 
it. It was from Pat and Chris.

"Dear Angel, if you're reading this, then we assume you've used our 
hidden front door key to let yourself in during the day, Friday, and by 
now have heard about what happened to us last night. We can not 
take the pressure anymore. 

Betty does not know this, we didn't tell her when she left for school 
this morning, but when she gets home from school today, we're 
leaving the area to go to Patrick's parents who live in another state 
far away, not forever, but until the pressure dies down. We're hoping 
to be back by the first of the year so she can start the second 
semester back at Dunbar, but no guarantees.

Please do not ever set foot in our house again for any reason, unless 
we specifically invite you to. Please respect our wishes.

We love you like our own daughter, Angel, like you were Betty's 
natural born sister to us, but wherever you go, whatever you do, 
chaos follows you. We can not allow that cloud of chaos that surrounds 
you to destroy our daughter's life and chance for her happiness later 
as an adult.

We do wish you the best, sincerely, Angel, but do not attempt to 
contact Betty or us ever again, thank you, and God Bless, Sincerely 
Yours, Mr. & Mrs. Patrick & Christine Magdanz."

I would have sat down on the old sleeper-sofa to cry over this, Betty 
had been my best friend forever after all, but somehow this fit 
perfectly into the past few days happenings so it wasn't totally 
unexpected, not really. 

No tears. 

I took a knife from a drawer in the kitchenette cabinet and slashed the 
back and cushions of the old sleeper-couch until the stuffing started 
flying out of them and then pulled as much loose out as I could.

Try to blame me for all the stuff they had gone through, hu!

I wasn't the ones who filmed their own twelve-year-old daughter's 
devirginizing. I wasn't the ones that provided a secure location for a 
group of horny pre' and early teens to have oral and regular sex at, 
just so they could creep down those occasionally noisy stairs to the 
basement and try to sneak peaks at their own daughter and their 
daughter's friends doing sex acts that would have made Caligula blush 
all the while being frigging hypocrites and making believe they were 
upstairs knitting and watching TV the whole time our meetings were 
going on. 

Yeah, right, Pat and Chris, the same Pat and Chris that wanted to both 
jump my bones as long as I had a grown-up guy there to fuck 
Christine while wimpy-Patrick watched. Yeah, right. Go to hell, guys. 

Go to hell! 

And enjoy cleaning up this mess. I tore the letter up and threw it on 
the floor and left, throwing their spare front door key in the storm 
sewer grate outside at the curb after I locked their front door back. 

My house was only a five minute walk away through the backyards I 
had grown up cutting through between Pond and Horton and Pamlico 
streets in good old Cary, North Carolina to go back and forth between 
my home on Pond Street and friends' houses nearby. I looked across 
the fences and woodbreaks and remembered the panorama of my 
childhood, playing my childhood games with my childhood friends. 
Happy. Most of the time at least, happy. 

I knew this was going to be my last time here, at this spot, and my 
last chance to retrace the steps of the path of my childhood, cutting 
and sashaying down the safety of the safe paths of my old homeplace. 
But I wasn't a child any longer. 

I was a woman. 

I am a woman, dammit! 

God, will you listen to me, dammit! I am a woman, I say, I am a 
woman!

The cab's meter continued to tick money away as I stood there in the 
odd snowflake grey of a too early for North Carolina snow dusting, 
thinking. A girl would have walked back to her old home. I took the 
cab the two miles the long way around to my home, what used to be, 
my home. Thirty-two-fifty in fare got the driver two twenties and me a 
big smile for a big tip.

One regular-sized panel van with "Kelley's Catering" was in my 
driveway along with a larger furniture-style box-van with "Southall 
Furniture Galleries" painted on the sides of it and Sweety's Chevy 
Blazer out on Pond Street. Mom's old car was in the driveway as was 
Marcus' classic Mustang. Oh, shit. I looked at my watch and noticed it 
was already after one. No lunch, but I wasn't hungry. Two large men 
brought some old suitcases out and put them in the furniture truck 
along with my old desk. My desk!

"Hi Angel, glad to see you made it home" Marcus semi-sneered at me 
from our, my old, couch as Mom sat beside him with a blank look on 
her face 

" 'Horse'? . . ." my husband shooting back at Marcus from the kitchen 
table as he sat drinking coffee ". . . I think my guys are about through. 
Angel, Honey, let's go upstairs check, and then your Mom wants to 
have a short talk with you and then we'll leave."

"Okay, 'Gear', we'll see each other tomorrow at the social then."

"Horse? 'Gear'? Hu?" I had to ask him as we walked up the stairs.

"I'll tell you later, Dear. Let's just say that Marcus and I have known 
each other for a long, long time. C'mon, check your room, make sure 
we didn't forget anything. You really want to do this, is this really what 
you want, My Love?"

I looked at him with the eyes of a woman totally in love, totally in love 
with the man she wanted to be with forever and ever.

"Yes. Are you sure, too, My Husband?" I leaning into him to kiss him 
full and grab his ass playfully.

"More sure than about anything I have ever been in my entire life. Had 
lunch yet?"

I nodded "no" but added "I'm not hungry, let's go."

"Your Mom wants a talk with you first. She is still your Mother. Honor 
her. Talk to her. Today, she loses her little girl. Do not disrespect her. 
Listen to her, talk to her, comfort her, okay?"

"I will. You are perfect, you know that?" he just beaming back at me 
as he playfully popped my tail.

"Did we get everything?" my closets now as empty as memories of my 
fading childhood. 

"Yeah, it looks like it. Mom, then let's go."


Mom was sitting on her bed as I passed by her open bedroom door. I 
closed the door behind me and sat on the bed next to her. The bed 
where she and I had bonded beyond mother and daughter and even 
beyond lovers into a special place and time that almost no one ever is 
privileged to share.

"I don't understand what's happened, Angel. Why didn't you call and 
tell me? Why did Larry call me from the clear blue sky and tell me that 
you two had fallen madly in love just because both of you had great 
sex and that you were leaving me for good to move in with him?"

I knew it!

She had arranged my date with him, and now was blaming me 
because it worked out so well. Hhhmmmm. No point arguing with her. 
She was my Mom. I just knew I was going to get blamed for 
something, so no matter.

"Mom, in less than a week now, you found your true of your life, for 
the rest of your life, and I have found mine" I holding her hand as her 
daughter and not as her lover ". . .can't we just be happy for each 
other, please?"

"Honey, you are only thirteen years old. You are only thirteen years 
old" her eyes welling up but she not crying ". . . I am thirty-four years 
old and you are thirteen. I know since you started having sex with me 
and your siblings and all back last summer you think you've grown 
up, but Angel, you haven't. You're still a young girl. Too young to be 
moving in with a grown man, for sure."

I held her hand tighter. I kissed her cheek.

"But Larry said you agreed to sign papers so he can be my loco 
parent?"

"In loco parentis guardian, yes, I told him I would. I just have. You're 
free now, My Little One, free to leave me."

"Oh, Mom, I'll never leave you!" and with that just grabbed her and 
hugged her closer than I ever had before and began crying, tears 
coming from dry sand wells deep, she staying calm and just patting 
my head and stroking my hair as I let it all out, crying like the little girl 
that I was.

No.

Crying like the grown woman I had become.

"It's okay, Honey, it really is. Larry is the best guy I have ever met, 
the very best. I would have married him myself if he had ever asked 
me. I didn't think he'd ever come out of his grief over Kelly. It just 
goes to prove how special you are that of all the women he could have 
chosen to be his partner, within, what did he say, by ten o' clock last 
night you were wearing Kelly's old engagement and wedding rings? 
Gorgeous ones, too. I remember seeing them on Kelly's finger. When I 
swung with them, she never took them off. They look they were made 
for you, Honey. All I want is your happiness. That's all a mother could 
ever hope for, is that her children grow up to be happy, and you are."

"And all I want is for you to be happy too, Mom!"

"I am, Honey. Marcus is the last man I will ever marry. He's it for me, 
for the rest of my life. I am beyond happy, I truly am. And now, you 
are all grown up."

She cried a little now, too, her head on my shoulder. We just held 
each other close for the longest time.

"I had made reservations for the social for you and Larry last month, a 
room right next to mine, figuring you two would go out and hit it off. 
Call it an early wedding present."

"Mom!" I boo-hooing worse than earlier ". . . Mom, I love you so 
much!"

"I love you too, Baby . . ." but you have a new husband and a new life 
waiting for you downstairs; we'll see each other tomorrow at the 
social; don't forget Karen is supposed to be here at five to take you to 
the Kostume Korner to get your Halloween costume for the social 
tomorrow night fitted."

"Karen, shoot, I forgot!"

"It's okay, I already called and told her the story about what happened 
the past twenty-fours hours, everything. She's happy for you, too, 
Honey. Call her before three if you can and she'll still take you if you 
want."

"Mom?"

"You need to run on, My Daughter. Your new husband is getting 
impatient waiting for you" she and I turning and then seeing both 
Marcus and Gear, uhhhmmm, Larry, uuhhmmm, my husband waiting 
for just outside the now-opened door ". . . Larry is the best man out 
there, you do what you have to to keep him, make him happy, and 
you and he will be together for the rest of your lives, I know that, 
that's a promise. And, Angel?" she motioning for me to come back to 
her for just a second, she whispering in my ear ". . . Honey, if for any 
reason you ever need to, you will always have a home here. This will 
always be your home."

I couldn't say anymore. No more tears left to talk. I kissed her on the 
cheek and took the hand of my husband to leave



 
"Her old clothes need to go in her room at the other end of the far 
hall" he pointing down the east hall to some tiny room all the way at 
the end so his guys would know where to put my clothes and such.

"My room? My ROOM!" I couldn't help but nearly scream in his ear.

"Calm down, Honey . . . you are thirteen and these are my employees, 
not my friends. I can't afford to have them suspect anything. Calm 
down!" he whispered back loudly in my ear ". . . we'll move everything 
where you want it after they leave, but for now, play it cool, okay?" I 
nodding "yes"   ". . . besides, remember, NIECE, you are my niece, not 
my wife to the world, and a thirteen-year-old niece who is living with 
her uncle has her own room, remember what we talked about last 
night, remember now?" my look sheepish with "yes". When husband is 
right, which he almost always is, he is right.

Karen pulled up in the driveway about five minutes after the guys left. 
She came in and we kissed on the lips and then she and Larry also 
kissed full on the lips too.

"Good to see you back in the land of the living, Friend, and I guess we 
have to thank our little Angel here for bringing you back to life" she 
touching my cheek as we three stood just inside the front doorway.

"Yes, she is an Angel, she is my Angel" he replied.

"Yes, she is. Ready to go? Tomorrow is October 28th, Halloween and 
even with your costume being ready it'll still take a while for it be 
fitted, ready?"

"Yeah, thanks again Karen, we can pay you back for this, seriously, we 
can!"

"Don't be silly, it's my gift to you, just like I promised . . . let's go and 
beat the traffic if we can."


She didn't say a word as we drove down St. Mary's Street to Hillsboro 
Street and then towards campus where Kostume Korner was. I tried to 
take her hand to hold it, we had been lovers, she and her husband 
Harold and I, after all for months now but she pulled it back from me 
and kept it on the steering wheel the whole time until we got there. 
Not like her at all. And not two words to me at the shop, either. She 
didn't open her mouth until we left and were in Friday's rush hour.


"Larry is the best man I have ever met in my life, Angel. I will kill you 
if you repeat what I am about to tell you, you understand?" I nodding 
my head "yes" but letting her keep talking ". . . but I need to say this: 
I would leave Harold right now for Larry if Larry would have me, but 
after Kelly died, and I have never know any man to love any woman 
like he loved her, we all thought he'd go off and kill himself sometime 
or become an alcoholic or worse but he did neither, he just went into a 
shell for the past few months until Kate arranged your date with him 
the other night and the two of you have gone batshit insane crazy if 
you ask me, you're still a little girl, Angel, you are thirteen, not 
twenty-three or thirty-three . . ." 


Geez, I am tired of hearing that already but whatever. 

". . . but I can tell, and I'll kill you if you repeat this, he loves you even 
more than he did his first wife. If he didn't, I'd turn him and you both 
over to the authorities . . ." this coming from a grown woman who has 
been my lesbian lover for the past several months and whose doctor-
husband has fucked me up my ass more times than Carter has little-
liver-pills ". . . a man like Larry comes along once in a woman's 
lifetime, Angel, you do whatever you have to to keep him, you'll 
never find a better man than him, not ever . . ." hhhmmm, sounds like 
something I've heard before, hhhhmmm ". . . and I'll do what I can to 
help you, Sweety, just ask, I'll still be your friend forever."

"What about you an' Harold and me still seeing each other to swing 
two or three times a month?"

Well, it was a legitimate question.

"Larry and Kelly only swung with Harold and I a couple of times when 
they were members of Raleigh Friends, the chemistry between us four 
didn't just seem to be there; you can suggest to Larry that you would 
like the two of you to swing with us, we four might try to get together 
at our room tomorrow night if you'd like, but if he balks at all, don't 
push things . . . I love you like my own daughter, Angel, but you're a 
grown woman now and you keep that man of yours happy, he's your 
life now, not us, not your Mom, you'll understand that soon enough, so 
if he wants to, yes, Harold and I will, you know that, but unless he is 
enthusiastic about being with us, then, no, you don't push it. Okay?"

"Okay!" I kissed her on the cheek then on the lips in the middle of 
traffic on Capitol Boulevard as we darted back home, she playfully 
grabbing my tit and twisting my nipple much to the delight of a trucker 
that passed us.

Let's recap: just like Mom did, Karen fussed at me for being both a 
little girl and a grown woman, one moment a thirteen-year-old girl and 
the next moment the common-law wife of the best guy in the 
universe. 

Grown ups, sheesh!

I do wish they'd make up their minds.

No, wait, I am a grown-up now, better watch my own mouth from 
here on out!


That night, Larry showed me the rest of his, our, my home. His trophy 
room full of stuffed big game heads taken in Africa and Alaska and 
Maine. His book collection, I mean, his library, full of musty and moldy 
old leather-bound books, including some old history books I made a 
mental note to read at another time. A basement where he had set up 
his workshop, where he made custom golf clubs and did his 
woodworking projects and had some electronic stuff as well. An attic 
full of old trunks and boxes that he said I could come up and pilfer 
through anytime I wanted to, just not tonight. A study one room down 
from our bedroom where his home office was and where my own old 
desk and computer had been placed, right next to his. 

Riel, shoot I did need to call Riel and tell her what happened! No, I'm 
sure she had heard all the details by now, at least about what 
happened to The Club. Still needed to call her.

The kitchen with very little food or drinks in the fridge or in the 
cabinets.

"Since Kelly's been gone" no pain being in his voice now, not much at 
least ". . . I've been eating out mostly" he explaining that away as I 
asked why no canned stuff let alone eggs and hamburger and OJ and 
Pepsi's and bacon and frozen pizzas and the like were in the house or 
the fridge, just mainly some beer and some old candy bars.

"Well, I like to cook, so we're going to start eating at home a lot more, 
now that I am your wife" he grinning at that and passionately 
embracing me before taking my hand and leading me to a room with a 
heavy keyed lock on it that he had to go back to our bedroom to get 
his keyring from atop the chest-of-drawers and bringing it back, 
opened up a room which smelled like it hadn't seen the light of day in 
months, because it hadn't.

"This was Kelly's sewing room, at least that's what we called it" he 
letting me in but not wanting to go in until I pulled him in behind me.

A nice Berina sewing machine, some sewing cabinets full of sewing 
notions, a half-finished quilt, a couple of photos of the two of them 
apparently on vacation somewhere, and a drop-dead gorgeous canopy 
bed totally in pink with pink satin sheets and fluffy pink satin pillows, 
an antique vanity with oval framed mirror and even some of her old 
make up still left atop it, and a small bathroom with tiny shower and 
commode and sink to one side of the bedroom, the door to it being an 
old-style-saloon double-door.

"I'm honored."

"This is your room, now, My Love. Do with it as you wish. She would 
want you to have it."

"I know."

"Like I mentioned last night and we agreed to, this is where she 
always brought her girlfriends to so they could have their fun in 
privacy, and like we agreed to last night, if you don't want me to join 
in your fun with you and a girlfriend or two or three I'm cool with that, 
you just bring them in here if you want your privacy, never in our, 
yours and my bed, that's sacred to me as I explained, it's our 
marriage bed, and only those we both want to be with and swing with 
as a couple shall ever share our marriage bed, remember, we agreed?"

"Yes, husband, I remember, and yes, of course. And if I want a gang-
bang, this is where I bring my army of studs to so they can fuck me 
silly too, right?" he jumping at me and grabbing me and tickling me 
until I almost cried, but almost cried from happiness of gain, not pain 
of loss.

"Yes, My Wife, anytime you want to swing with anyone without me 
present, of either or both genders, you bring them here, and never in 
our bed, you nut, you sweet little nut you!!!" he throwing me in "my" 
bed ". . . of course, your husband can fuck you when and wherever he 
wants" he kissing me beyond passionately as he pinned my wrists 
above my head.

"Yes, Husband can fuck me in the middle of Capitol Square on a 
Sunday morning if he wishes to. Fuck me, 'Gear', fuck me!"

He got a look on his face of disappointment. He let my wrists go and 
got up off the bed.

"Please do not call me that ever again, Angel" as he walked out of the, 
my, personal room."

"I was just funnin', Hun-Bun, I was just funnin' with ya, I'm 
sorry. What does it mean, tell me, please?"

Was I going to lose my husband as quickly as I had claimed him? And 
over one single mis-stated word?

He turned around and looked at me sternly and then smiled a little.

"No, I'm sorry, Sweety. I can't tell you, not tonight. I will sometime, 
but not tonight, okay?" I nodding my head "yes" as he embraced me 
once again ". . . c'mere, try this on" and with that opened up a cedar 
hope chest I had noticed but didn't pay much attention to earlier and 
took out a stunning white beaded-and-laced contemporary-style 
wedding dress and had me strip down to my underwear to try it on. 

It was several inches too long in the length, two or three inches of the 
hem on the floor, too narrow in the shoulders and too tight in the bust, 
Kelly having smaller boobs as an adult than I had at just thirteen, but 
he just beamed like he was going to marry me which he was sometime 
in the near future as I modeled it for him, turning and walking around 
the room with it on.

"Perfect fit, almost . . . you'll grow into it."

Yes, I would. I would grow into my new life, my new husband, and my 
new reality as a woman. Yes, I would grow into it. He helped me out it 
and put it back in its garment bag and in the cedar chest.

"One more stop, then to bed."

"One more stop, and then I'm going to suck your cock until you beg 
me to stop" our smiles mirroring each other as he lead back down the 
hall through the great room and down the east hall once more, 
stopping at a somewhat unusual semi-circular door I hadn't noticed 
before and had me follow close behind him as we squeezed into the 
tight space that rotated around and we were in the dark until he found 
a switch that turned a solid red-colored light, then some regular ones. 
A photo enlarger, some trays, a couple of work desks, some chemicals, 
the usual stuff of a darkroom.

"It's my darkroom, Honey" he fiddling with some equipment first and 
then searching underneath the tables for something.

"I know, Dear, I know it's a darkroom."

Well, I did know it was a darkroom, I had seen one before!


"Come take a look."

From a horizontal file cabinet, he began pulling small stack after small 
stack of color and B&W photos of Kelly. Some were posed shots in her 
garden. Some of her on the beach, both in bathing suits and in stages 
of nudity. Some boudoir shots taken in both her private bed and their, 
now his and mine, marriage bed in different stages of lingerie and 
nudity. Photos of her masturbating for him and his camera. Photos of 
her having sex with different women, her old girlfriends. Shots of her 
having sex with different men, including one group of five different 
guys lined up around her marriage bed. Shots of her and Larry with 
different couples and singles of both sexes in every combination you 
could think of, obviously taken by different other people who weren't 
as good a photographer as Larry was. Shots mixed in of her clearly 
bloody cunt when she would be having some sex with different 
partners including her husband and one shot that made me horny of a 
young girl who couldn't have been more than eighteen years old giving 
Kelly head while a tampon string clearly hung from Kelly's spread-open 
pussy. Damn.

"These are just a few. I have hundreds more. Angel, do you care that I 
want to take photos, lots of photos of you and me, you mainly, doing 
all the things you want to do with me and our other friends and 
more?"

"Of course, Hon', of course not" me in my underwear only still, having 
left my clothes in her, my "sewing room", the slight chill in our home's 
air giving me goosebumps ". . . whatever you like to do like this, I'm 
happy to, too."

"I'm glad" he kissing me lightly as he grabbed some camera bags and 
we left to go back to our room.


He had me do a slow striptease out of my bra and panties, 
encouraging me to look and act as slutty as I possibly could as he took 
roll after roll of film. He had me take my bloody but not too much, my 
period close to be over, tampax and tease him and the camera with 
it, play with it, rub it on my body, show it to the camera, rub my face 
with it, kiss and lick my bloody pad for his amusement, I didn't care. 
He was still clothed but I noticed the bulge in his pants.

"Husband, you are hard and I want it now, I want your cock now! Put 
that camera down and come let your wife suck your cock and then 
fuck you until, until . . ." he grabbing and slinging me to the bed, his 
mouth smothering my piehole with his deep and passionate kisses, his 
hand inside my still-bleeding-a-little cunt, he stripping his clothes off 
and forcing his cock inside my mouth as he began a mouth-fuck of me. 

Anything he wanted, he had. Anything he wants, he has.

"Suck it, Angel, all the way, don't lose a drop, suck it, suck it, suck it!" 
I doing the best job I could but shoot I am only thirteen and only been 
sucking cock a few months.

"Fuck my mouth, lover, fuck my mouth, Husband" and with that word 
"Husband" it kicked him into the same space that me saying it or he 
saying it or "Wife" did to me. Damn. I licked around the rim of his 
knob as best I could while letting him piston inside my mouth, he 
grabbing my ample tits for my age and playing rough with them, I 
didn't care.

"Your bloody pussy, now, Wife, on all fours, show that bleeding hole of 
yours to me, now!" he almost wrenching my back out as he twisted 
me around and instead of sticking his cock immediately in, stopped 
and got the camera and took several quick shots and then rammed his 
still-hard cock in me, playfully slapping my asscheeks as he ram-
fucked me. Damn.

"Fuck me, fuck me, Husband, fuck your Wife! Fuck my ass dammit, 
put in my ass now, Honey, in my ass!" I begged.

"No, I won't, not now, I'm gonna cum in your pussy and your pussy 
only, squeeze me tight, tighter, that's it, squeeze my cock like your 
cunt is so hungry for it that it never wants to let it go, that's it Baby, 
fuck your man, fuck your Husband back, harder, swivel those hips, 
shake that ass at me, that's it, Oh Jesus, fuck me Angel, fuck me!" 
and with that, I came and then a minute later he pumped his load 
deep inside my pussy.

My pill, my damned birth control pill! I forgot to take my fucking pill 
tonight, they're somewhere in my unpacked bags and boxes and stuff, 
dammit. Shit, that's right, I'm on the last day of the pill-induced faux 
period, I'm not likely to get pregnant now, not now, wwheewww!!! But 
that was close.

Why do I think of stuff like that at a time like this, a time when I 
should be thinking, no, dreaming about my Husband's perfect cock 
doing its Husbandly duties inside me?

Why? Because I am a woman now and I am too young for Mom to 
become a grandmother, that's why!

"Damn, Honey, where did you learn to fuck like that?" I motioning him 
to scoot closer to me as I lay on my side and face him, face to face, 
our hands roaming once again, he not saying a word, just grinning 
away like the whale who had fucked Ahab or Ishmael or whatever the 
dude's name was.

"You know how happy I am?" he purred at me as I leaned over to lick 
his bloody cock clean with my tongue and mouth.

"As mmhrereheher, ummnmgf, ummmpphhgh as I am, My Love?"

"Yes, exactly. Damn, Dear, your mouth is, feels like ,. . ." his words 
trailing off as his cock rose again.

"You lay back and enjoy and I'm going to suck you drier than a 
preacher drinking the holy wine, relax, lay back, let me suck you off, 
Hon'. . ." my mouth salty tasting with the mixture of his come and my 
blood like I wasn't being turned on by it even more than he was. I do 
love period sex!

"When I turn eighteen, Yes, My Husband, I will, I will become legal, 
yes I will, it's not like we're not married already, Dear-y" my words 
spaced around tongue wrappings around his cock and deepthroat 
shots to the back of my mouth, his hands gripping at the sheets in 
responses of primal power sensations.

"You, uh, we, uh, you can get married in South Carolina at age 
fourteen with a parent's permission, I had my lawyer check for me 
when I was at his office today and Kate said she'd sign any forms as 
long as she was invited and we would give her at least one grandchild 
eventually which I promised her we would."

"That's fine, Honey, but this rock on my finger tells the world that 
we're already married but yes you know I do, you know I will, now 
c'mon, shut up and take your blowjob like a man, like the Husband 
you are to me, c'mon Babe, shoot your load in my mouth, give me all 
the come you got left, that's it, come for me Baby, come fore me!!!" 
the pistoning of my mouth over his cock as rapidly as I could bob my 
head up and down over it and he grabbed for my tits and I squeezed 
and pumped his cock as best I could with my hand as my mouth 
followed my hand up and down his shaft and from somewhere he filled 
my mouth with even more come than he had just moments before in 
my pussy. Damn. Yeah, Damn!

He was quiet as I finish sucking him dry and licking the last drop of 
come from the head of his penis. Quiet. Not a sound. Didn't try to 
grope my tits or raise up to tell me what he wanted me to do next. I 
rested my head against the flat of his stomach just to be close to him, 
to Larry Matthew Kelley, yes, My Husband, my lips playfully nibbling at 
his large peehole at the end of his cock. Still not a word of love or 
appreciation or anything. 

That's cool. 

No big deal. 

Some guys aren't talkers or cuddlers much after sex and evidently my 
Hubby was one of them. No big'.

Then a sound. Like a chainsaw starting up. Jesus Christ God, I had 
married a damn snorer! I had married a snorer who could get paid to 
do sound effects for Poulan chainsaw commercials! No big. His sawing 
of logs and passing out was testament to how truly much he enjoyed 
us fucking and my sucking him off again, the sounds of passing out 
from too much pleasure from His Wife just being the Chorus From The 
Men's Choir In Heaven. 

My Guy. 

My Hubby. 

My Life, My Everything. 

And a pretty damn good lay for someone almost three times my age if 
I do say so myself. 

I crawled up to be closer to him, pulled the covers up to keep the chill 
off of us and touched a single finger to his tailhole so he'd suck in 
some air and quit that damned snoring so I could go to sleep. 

Mama did teach her daughter a few tricks or two!

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whom we both strive to please!


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