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Title: The Trailer Park
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The Trailer Park
Part 4 of 5
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Standard Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction for adults only. If
you are under the age of eighteen, please immediately do what I would
have done when I was your age. Which is, delete this story from your
hard drive and/or leave this internet site. I know you've left now
like the good little boys and girls you are. But if you haven't or
for the rest of you, enjoy.
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Special Thanks to Russell Hoisington for his help in editing this
little masterpiece. He spent more time editing than I did writing,
thanks to all the typos,mis-spellings, and punctuation errors I
inflicted on him. And now that this is done, maybe he can reward all
of us with more Wynter.
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Chapter XIII
Somehow, having my say with Tami helped a lot. I missed her, and
missed talking to her, but at least I could concentrate. Tuesday I
aced a quiz in science and another in math, then tore up the field at
practice.
Wednesday we had a game with the Pirates, and my first at bat I hit
a screaming line drive that almost took off the pitcher's knee. I
went four for four, which wasn't much of an accomplishment against
their pitcher, but it did get my batting average back up where it
belonged. Not a single error either. I was back.
I saw Tami every day, either on the bus or in the halls. I smiled
and nodded, but didn't say a word. I hoped we'd talk someday, but
figured the timing was up to her.
It was Friday afternoon, and for once I was riding the bus home.
There was another double header tomorrow, so the coach decided to
give us the afternoon off. I'd been sitting on the very back bench
all by myself when the bus started from school. It rolled about a
hundred feet and stopped again. The door opened and Paula jumped on
with a big smile at the bus driver. She looked around, then headed
straight back towards me.
She swung back and sat next to me. I glanced around and saw a few
envious looks from guys in the front of the bus. I grinned. Tami
was sitting in the middle of the bus with her friend Lisa. She
looked back and then quickly turned around again. I figured that was
another couple of points against me.
"Damn, I thought I'd never get out of there," Paula muttered.
"Tough day?"
"The worst. Mullins decided to read my essay to the class and tore
it apart." Mr. Mullins taught civics and social studies. "I dropped
my tray at lunch. Huge crash and a big mess right in the middle of
the cafeteria. Then Matt dumped me. Then Mr. Peters wanted to talk
to me after class and I almost missed the fucking bus."
"Matt dumped you?"
Paula turned and glared at me, "For Shelly Summers, that little
bitch." I forced myself not to smile at the thought of Shelly.
Shelly was a freshman with the most impressive chest in the school.
"Zach's not known for his intellectual prowess."
Paula grinned. "Intellectual prowess. I like that."
"I read."
Paula leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
I saw a few of the guys watching us, which made the kiss all that
much sweeter.
"I feel better just talking to you," she said.
"That's what I'm here for," I grinned.
When the bus dropped us off at the park, I walked Paula to her
house and watched her go in. As I watched her cute little ass
disappear thru the door, I wondered if I should stop by later
tonight. After all, she'd didn't have a boyfriend.
I didn't skip to my house, but there was a little spring in my
step. Mikee and Kelly were waiting for me, sitting on my steps.
They'd been on the bus, sitting near Tami.
"What'd you do to Tami?" Mikee demanded.
"She was crying," Kelly added.
I wondered how to explain it to the girls when I didn't understand
it myself.
Then I got mad, wondering why I should have to explain my life to a
pair of children. Fortunately I got over it before I said something
stupid and lost two more friends. After all, they were just looking
out for Tami.
I picked up Kelly, moved her a couple of feet to the side, and sat
down between them. I put my arms around the girls and hugged them.
"Tami is mad at me, for something she thinks I did."
"With Paula?" Mikee asked knowingly.
"With Paula," I agreed.
"Did you?" Kelly asked.
"Not your business," I told her, leaning over and rubbing my nose
against her. She giggled. "Anyway, she's mad at me and doesn't want
to have anything to do with me, but she doesn't want me to have
anything to do with Paula either."
"Paula kissed you," Kelly challenged.
"She certainly did," I agreed with a grin. "But just on the cheek."
We sat there on the steps for a couple of minutes without saying
anything more. Then Kelly started squirming a little, and I figured
she was getting bored. "You two could do me a big favor," I said,
climbing to my feet.
"Sure," Kelly said, jumping up.
"What?" Mikee asked without moving.
"Be really nice to Tami."
"Of course," they said in stereo.
"You're not mad at her?" Mikee asked, standing.
"Nope, she's mad at me."
Mikee nodded wisely as if that made all the sense in the world.
The house was cool and empty when I finally went in. There was a
note from mom on the coffee table. She and dad were going to take
Traci to a movie and dinner after her dentist appointment and would
be home late. I was on my own but supposed to stay around the
trailer park.
I wasn't surprised. Traci was getting her braces on today and had
been bummed about it for a week. So I figured the parental units
would do something to cheer her up. I dropped my backpack and
equipment bag next to the door and headed toward the kitchen to see
what I could scrounge for dinner.
I'd just gotten to the kitchen doorway when I turned around. I
walked back, picked up my stuff, and carried it to my room. Damn.
My mother was finally turning me responsible. Pretty soon, she
wouldn't even have to remind me to take out the garbage a dozen times.
I grinned.
I walked back to the kitchen, but before I opened up the
refrigerator I gathered up the garbage and took it out to the big
plastic bin outside. 'It'll drive her crazy,' I thought. 'She'll
wonder what I'm up to.'
I opened the refrigerator and freezer and leaned in to take
inventory.
I was still looking around when I heard a knock at the front door.
I closed the doors, snagged a chocolate chip from the cookie jar, and
went to answer it.
Mikee was waiting for me.
"Hi," she said brightly.
I almost said, 'Long time no see,' but stopped myself in time. It
sounded too much like something my dad would have said, and I didn't
want to go down that road. "Hi yourself."
Mikee had changed out of the dress she'd worn to school and into
some yellow shorts and a white t-shirt.
I waited, looking at her. She rocked back and forth on her feet a
couple of times. "I thought if you were depressed, you could give me
a massage."
"Figured that would cheer me up?"
She nodded with a big grin.
"Where's your sister?"
"She was going to invite Tami to go swimming."
I debated with myself for three, maybe four seconds, then stepped
back, opening the door wide.
Mikee walked in and sat down on the sofa.
I closed the door and faced her. "The only problem is, I'm not
depressed," I said, looking at her.
"You're not sad about Tami being mad?"
"I'm sad," I explained. "I wish we could be friends again. But
I'm not depressed."
"Oh."
"And isn't a massage to make you feel better?"
"I kind of thought that you liked them too." The damn girl was too
smart for my own good.
I grinned and waved at the floor. Mikee jumped off the sofa and
started pulling out cushions and laying them in a line. I watched
for a second and then went to the kitchen for a pair of Cokes.
When I came back, a Coke in each hand, Mikee was lying on the
cushions, her head propped up on her elbow grinning at me. She'd
taken off her shorts and was wearing a pair of white panties. They
were either a very old pair of panties or a pair of Kelly's, because
a hell of a lot of cheek and crack was showing.
I handed her down a can, took a sip of mine, and knelt down next to
her hips. I almost went straight to her butt, but managed to control
myself. I decided to make this last. I started on her shoulders
like usual, taking my time and trying to feel every muscle.
"That feels good," she purred, but opened her legs a little. I
wondered if that was body language for 'Hurry up and get to the good
stuff.'
As I worked down her back, I reached down and pulled her shirt up,
bunching it at the shoulders. Then my fingers played all over her
smooth silken skin. I got down to the small of her back and teased
her spine with the tip of my finger nail, watching her shiver.
Then it was time for her butt. Each of my hands grabbed one of her
globes, and I started kneading. Only the bottom half of her cheeks
was protected from my fingers, but she seemed totally relaxed as I
explored of every inch of skin.
I reached over with my right hand and picked up my Coke and took a
drink. My left hand still worked it's way around her butt. I put it
at the top of her butt crack and traced my way down until I got to
the top of her panties, then I traced back up. I set my Coke down
and put my hand back on her cheek. She jumped and I thought my fun
was over. Then I realized my hand was cold from the can.
I grinned to myself, reached over, and picked up the can again. I
rubbed it down the crack of her ass and she jumped. "What are you
doing?" she demanded.
"Ice massage. Old Japanese technique," I explained, wondering if
Old Japanese ever did anything like this. I watched a drop of
condensation drip off the can and run down her cheek into her crack
and then disappear beneath the top of her panties. I wondered what
she'd do if I pulled her panties completely down off her butt.
I had a feeling I could get away with it, but decided I had five
and a half more years in the trailer park and not to rush it.
As my hands moved down her ass toward her thighs, she opened her
legs a little more. I took that as an invitation and reached down
and cupped her pussy mound. Mikee moaned, and I squeezed gently, then
pulled my hand away, letting my finger slide along her slit as I did
and started rubbing her thighs.
The crotch of her panties had seemed a little moist. Not gushing
like in the stories, but I figured that went with all the twelve-inch
cocks. As my hand pulled away, Mikee wiggled a little and closed her
legs slightly. I think that was body language for disappointment.
Maybe I hoped that was body language for disappointment.
My resolve was weakening. I spent a couple of minutes on her
thighs, then gave each calf a half-hearted squeeze.
I sat back on my heels and took a long drink of my Coke.
"You can roll over now." I wondered if she would remember her shirt.
Mikee rolled over and grinned up at me, her shirt still bunched up
by her shoulders. I grinned down at her.
After a minute I commented in an off-hand manner, "You might want
to pull that down or just take it off."
Mikee looked confused, then realized that her chest was bare. She
reached up and covered her little titties with her hands, her face
turning beet red. Then she giggled and let her hands drop away.
"Oops."
"It's okay. I won't tell if you don't."
Mikee giggled again and sat up and pulled her shirt off. "You
better not," she threatened.
She lay back down and waited.
I finished my Coke in one swallow, set down the can, and then wiped
my hand on my jeans. I didn't want it cold. Then I lay my hands on
her bare tits. I looked her in the eyes. She didn't seem upset or
embarrassed like before, so I started rubbing her with the palms of
my hands.
I could feel her stiff little nipples on my palms, like small
pebbles. I'd read somewhere that a woman has eight thousand nerve
ending in her clitoris. From the look of Mikee's face there were a
few in her nipples as well.
I decided that my palms had had enough fun and started exploring
Mikee's areolas with my fingertips. There must have been some nerve
endings there, too, from the way that Mikee arched her back and
pushed her chest out at me. I wondered what she'd do if I reached
down and wrapped my lips around her stiff little nipple, but reminded
myself that I was taking things slow.
I hated slow.
Her breathing had gotten ragged and her eyes were squeezed shut, so
I decided to move down to her stomach. I gave both nipples a last
squeeze and traced the circle of her areolas and then gently started
tracing the lines of her ribs. Mikee took a deep breath and relaxed,
though her eyes stayed shut. I moved lower, using my thumbs to work
the muscles of her abdomen.
I played with her belly button for a few seconds-she was an innie-
then moved down onto her pelvis. Her panties were so small that most
of her pelvis was bare. They barely covered a little above her pussy
mound. Not that I was complaining.
As I got to the top of her panties, I let my hands separate. I
worked down her legs to the knees; then I worked my way back up on
her inner thighs. Mikee's eyes stayed closed, and her breathing was
soft and slow. I figured that was going to change.
I laid my left hand on her chest, just to the side of her cute
little titty. Then I laid my other hand on her pussy mound. Mikee
arched her back again, pushing her mound into my hand. She might not
be a nymphomaniacal slut of the caliber found in alt-sex-stories, but
the girl definitely knew what she liked.
I rubbed and kneaded her mound through it's thin cotton covering,
using my thumb to try and find that little bump at the top of her
slit where eight thousand nerve endings waited for me.
"Oh God!" she wailed as she thrust her hips upward. "Damn! Damn!
Damn!" She gasped for air. "Oh fuck!" Then it was like letting the
air out of a balloon as she sagged back onto the cushions.
I didn't know if it was her first orgasm, but I was willing to bet
big money it was her best. As she lay there, softly panting, I
reached down and readjusted the battering ram in my pants. I didn't
think she was ready for that yet.
I got up. I thought about going to the bathroom and jerking off,
but somehow that seemed crude.
I walked out to the kitchen. When I came back, a minute later,
Mikee had opened her eyes and propped herself up on an elbow. Her
face was a little red, though I didn't know if it was from
embarrassment or the orgasm.
"I, um, I..."
I reached down and pushed a cookie into her mouth.
"Don't sweat it," I told her, taking a bite of my own cookie.
"Sometimes massages get a little intense."
"Intense," she repeated.
"Some girls even have orgasms," I explained, watching her face to
see if she understood the 'O' word. When I saw she did, I added "But
that only happens to older girls. Girls who are mature."
Mikee, without realizing, pushed her chest out and preened as she
realized that this meant she was mature. As she grinned, I wondered
if she'd noticed my boner. Or had any idea what it meant.
Then I reminded myself that I was taking things slow and took
another bite of my cookie.
Damn, I hated slow.
Chapter XIV
"I know what you've been doing with my sister!" Ann yelled as she
and my sister pointed at me.
"I..." I stammered.
"I know too," Traci added as she and Ann waggled their fingers at me.
"I..."
"I'm gonna tell," Traci threatened.
"Me too," Ann added.
"I..."
"I..."
I woke up.
I was lying in bed covered in sweat. I closed my eyes, but the
image of the ten-year-old terrors was still burned on the inside of
my eyelids. I glanced at my clock, then swung my legs off the bed
and sat up. Time to get up anyway. Almost six o'clock on a Saturday
morning. I was burning daylight.
I hadn't realized how hard I'd been breathing until I got my breath
back under control.
I thought about last night.
I'd gone over to Paula's house. Unfortunately her parents were
both there, but Paula invited me to watch wrestling with her. From
the way her dad's eyes rose to the ceiling, I had a feeling that he
shared my opinions about professional wrestling.
I sat on the couch next to Paula, and we talked about school and
the various rumors about who was doing what to who. Paula, being an
eighth-grader and a member of the 'A' crowd, was more tuned into the
rumor mill than I was. My hands behaved themselves.
I'd been there about twenty minutes when Ann came out of her room
and asked if Traci was back yet. I told her I didn't think so. Ann
shrugged, then watched Paula and me for a minute before making some
kissing noises and retreating back to her room.
Paula finished telling me about a freshman girl named Heather who
thought she might be pregnant, then stood up.
"Something to drink?" she asked.
"Coke?"
"All we have is Pepsi."
"Are you being punished?" It took her a few seconds to figure out
what I'd said, then she stuck her tongue out at me and went to the
kitchen.
I watched her.
She was wearing a baggy pair of grey sweat pants, but she was still
sexier than most girls I knew in a thong bikini.
I heard the sound of ice cubes falling into a glass, a can being
popped, and soda being poured over ice. Then I saw her come out of
the kitchen and walk into her sister's room. I heard a soft thud,
then a loud "Ouch!" and she came back out. Her mother shot her a
look. Paula shrugged and went back into the kitchen, returning a few
seconds later with my Pepsi.
That was the high point of my night.
~ ~ ~
Since I was up and had about four hours to kill before I headed to
the baseball field, I decided to go out for a run. Since I'd slept
in just a pair of underwear, all I had to do was pull on a pair of
shorts and shoes and then slip quietly from the house. I was being
sneaky, but waking Dad early on a Saturday morning was not a way to
endear myself to him. Or to Mom, who'd have to put up with him.
Now if I could have thought of a way to make enough noise to wake
up the brat, without disturbing Dad...
Outside, I stretched out my legs quickly and then started running.
At the front of the trailer park, I turned left onto the highway and
headed for Callie's house. When I run, my brain takes a break. It
was pretty much on automatic; one foot in front of the other and
watch out for cars.
I made good time to Callie's house, went around her block and
headed back. Callie was a girl in my class, a major brain but not
much to look at. I just happened to know that her house was almost
exactly two miles from mine.
Back at the trailer park I did two laps around the park, jogging
the first and walking the second one. My breathing and heart rate
were back to normal when I let myself back into the house.
The house was still quiet. I went into the bathroom, stripped and
stepped into the shower. I took a long, long hot shower, enjoying
the spray of water on my body until it started to cool. I figured I
was safe. The hot water heater should have recovered before anyone
else got up.
I toweled off, wrapped myself in another towel, and walked back to
my room. As I closed the door, I looked around, wondering how to
occupy myself for the next couple of hours. I could read. I wanted
to finish 'The Once and Future King'. I could get some time in on
some of the newsgroups. Then I grinned to myself, sat down at my
desk, and pulled my backpack onto my lap. I could get my homework
done and blow Mom's mind. Between that and the garbage, she'd be sure
I was up to something.
~ ~ ~
I waved as the car pulled away. I was more than a little bummed
despite the things Mr. Calloway had been saying on the drive home.
I mean, I have the game of my life, games really, and neither of my
parents bother to show up. A game winning home run in the first game
and a pair of major league quality plays in the second. Then on the
ride home, Ricky's dad asks me if I'm going out for varsity as a
freshman. What a day.
And Mom and Dad don't even care.
Mom's car wasn't in the driveway, but I yelled "I'm home!" as I
walked in anyway, figuring that Dad or the munchkin might be around.
Nothing.
I saw the note on the coffee table. If they took the brat to
another movie instead of coming to my game, I was going to be an only
child. Maybe a packing crate to Sri Lanka. We'd been studying Sri
Lanka in school, and I figured they could have her.
I picked up the note and started reading, My hands balled into
fists, crumpling the paper. Traci had woken up really sick, and they
thought it might be a reaction from the anesthetic or some of the
drugs she'd had yesterday. They'd taken her to the hospital. I
couldn't believe that I'd been playing a stupid game while Traci was
lying in a hospital bed.
I grabbed the phone and called Mom's cell. No answer. I tried
Dad's. No answer. I tried to think. The hospital was about twelve
miles away. Too far for my bike. Who could I get a ride from?
Paula's mom. Maybe Tami's mom. I was heading for the door to see
who was home when the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID. I
didn't want to talk long distance or something. It was Mom.
I answered.
When I hung up, I took a deep breath and sank down on the sofa.
The munchkin was okay. She'd had a bad reaction from the antibiotic,
and the doctor wanted her to stay in the hospital overnight. Mom and
Dad hadn't answered their cells because they were talking to the
doctor when I called.
I got up and walked out of the house and down to the pool. I
stepped up on the diving board and dove in. I hit the water and felt
better. I swam three quick laps and then walked out at the shallow
end, my baseball uniform and cleats soaked and dripping on the
concrete.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Alana asked. She, her
sisters, and Tami were lying on towels on the side of the pool. I
think they'd been lying on their stomachs when I came in, but I
wasn't sure. Now they were all sitting up, staring at my soggy
uniform.
I walked over, leaned down and kissed Alana. "My sister..." I
leaned down and kissed Mikee, "...is going to be..." I stepped over
Mikee, leaned down, and kissed Kelly, "...okay." I nodded to Tami and
walked away.
Damn, it was a beautiful day.
Chapter XV
Dad came home that night, and the first thing he wanted was a play
by play of my games. We must have talked for three hours. I
couldn't believe how impressed he looked when I told him what Coach
Calloway had said.
Mom and Traci came home the next morning. Mom told me that
everything was okay, and I believed her. Mom didn't believe in lying
to us unless she absolutely had to. Traci looked fine, and by
afternoon she was bugging Mom and Dad to take her to another movie.
I figured she deserved to milk it a bit and chimed in that I thought
it would be good for her.
When they left, Mom tried to talk me into going, but it wasn't my
kind of movie. I gave Mom five dollars and asked her to buy the runt
a hot fudge sundae on the way home, but not to tell her it was from me.
Mom smiled that knowing smile that I really hated, patted me on the
head, and followed Dad and Traci out to the car.
I followed them out and then took a walk around the park. Paula
was lying in a lounger in front of her house, working on her tan.
Her parents car was gone, but I just waved and continued my walk.
Kelly and Mikee were lying out at the pool again, and I didn't see
their parent's car either. I waved and they waved back, but I kept
going. When I got back to my house, I saw that I'd left the front
door open and was glad that Mom hadn't seen. With the air
conditioning going, it would have blown all my brownie points from
the garbage and getting my homework done.
I walked in, closed the door, and went to my room. I opened up
Internet Explorer and started googling the eye. By the time everyone
got back, Traci being sure to tell me that she'd gotten a hot fudge
sundae and I didn't, I'd finished a five page extra credit report on
the latest in eye surgery and repair.
And I'd had an epiphany. Teenaged boys weren't always horny.
There were times when I just wasn't in the mood.
Chapter XVI
School ended.
Just like that it was over.
We won our last two baseball games. Unfortunately, there's no
State Championship for middle schools, so we had to be content with
knowing we were the best team in the state, even if we couldn't prove
it.
I finished the year with three A's and four B's and even aced
science. That extra credit report helped a lot.
I'd kept up my routine of taking out the garbage before I could be
asked and getting my homework done really early. I was rewarded with
several strange looks from Mom as she tried to figure out just what I
was up to.
Nothing happened with Paula or the girls because either I wasn't
home, or they weren't, or parents were, or some combination of all
three.
I decided to chalk up my seventh grade year as a success even if
Tami still wouldn't talk to me.
Now, Summer!
I dragged myself out of bed. It was five till eleven; I figured it
was time.
There's something especially sweet about sleeping in on a Monday
morning, knowing that the rest of the world is gearing up for another
week.
I thought about rolling over and trying for noon, but decided that
too much of a good thing, etc.
I reached under the sheet and pushed my hand into my underwear,
wrapping it around my nice stiff cock. It felt nice just to squeeze
and release, squeeze and release. I hadn't jerked off much the last
couple of weeks. Either I didn't have the time, or I didn't have the
privacy. But now I had both. All I had to do was to pick the five
or six lucky ladies who would take me to paradise.
Paula and Shelly Summers, the freshman with the big tits, would
start things off. Then Alana would get into the act along with...
The doorbell rang.
I was beginning to wonder if Mom had it rigged. Maybe a sign over
the door, "Tony's going to play with himself, please stop by." Just
the kind of thing a mother would do, after all, she wouldn't want me
going blind or growing hair on my palms.
I thought about ignoring the sound, but curiosity is one of my
character flaws. Who knows, it could be Ed McMahon with a cardboard
check.
It was almost as good. Kelly was standing there as I swung the
door open. I tried to look as bleary eyed as I could and growled,
"Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Almost noon?" she said softly, more question than answer.
"That's like six A.M. on the first day of summer vacation," I
growled.
"I've been up since seven."
"And why is that my problem?"
Kelly looked like she was having second thoughts about her visit
and I didn't want that, so I asked more softly,"What can I do for you
in the middle of the night?"
"You owe me," she declared.
"I owe you?" I repeated, off-balance.
"Yeah. You gave Mikee a massage weeks ago and I haven't had my
turn."
"I didn't realize we were taking turns," I told her. "Can't I give
a massage to whoever I want?"
"No!" And that was that.
I knew that Traci had some kind of camp thing all week, so I opened
the door wider and gestured for Kelly to enter.
Kelly was through the door like a shot, afraid I might change my
mind, and quickly camped on the sofa.
I grinned and pointed at her and the sofa. "Get set up."
"I was thinkingggggg." Don't you just love that long drawn out "g"
when girls are up to something?
"Yesssss?" I said to encourage her.
"Wouldn'titbeeasieronabed," she said in a rush. After I deciphered
that sentence, I grinned, wondering if she was hinting at more than a
massage.
"Maybe," I agreed
She jumped to her feet. "We could use yours."
"Mine's a mess. I haven't made it yet." And wasn't planning to.
"That's okay. I don't mind." She moved to the head of the
hallway. "Which one's yours?"
"First door. But..." She was already halfway down the hall and
through my open door. You gotta love a girl who knows what she wants.
I walked slowly down the hallway, forcing myself not to run. After
all, I was older. A teenager, and she was just a kid.
I walked in and stopped short. Kelly was lying on her stomach on
the bed. Her clothes, all her clothes, were lying on the floor next
to the bed.
My cock was hard as steel.
I was wearing the underwear I'd slept in and a loose pair of shorts
I'd thrown on to answer the door. I thought about taking it all off
before I'd started. I mean, she'd offered to help me play with
myself after her last massage. But I reminded myself that I had to
be cool. I had to take things slow. She was ten, I didn't want to
scare her. Or scare her off.
Have I mentioned that I hate slow?
I got on the bed on my knees and reached for her shoulders then
changed my mind. I walked on my knees until I straddled her, my
knees pressed in against the bottom of her hips. I leaned forward
and reached for her shoulders again. I started to dig my fingers
into the muscles around her neck.
"You don't have to waste time doing..." she started before I
interrupted her.
"This is a massage. Just a massage, and I always start at the top."
"Okay," she said, and I thought I heard a muffled giggle as she
buried her face in her arms.
Have you ever noticed that almost every situation has good points
and bad points, and that sometimes it's hard to tell which is which?
The good news was that my straddled position gave me really good
leverage to rub the girl's shoulders and upper back. The bad news
was that as I rocked up and back my tented out shorts were rubbing
against her tight little ass, and it was driving me crazy. Or maybe
that was good news too. I didn't know anymore.
It was definitely bad news for the slow plan.
I moved quickly down her lower back and started playing with, I
mean massaging, her ass. She squirmed a little as my fingers dug
into the muscles of her gluteals. I rearranged my knees and her so
that her legs were spread and I was kneeling between them.
I pushed my thumbs down between her cheeks and pulled them apart,
revealing her ass crack and little asshole in all it's glory. It was
kind of cute. And I'd read about guys fucking girls there, but I
didn't know if I'd want to.
I held her crack open with one hand and traced it with a finger.
Kelly shivered. I stopped my finger on her asshole and felt Kelly
holding her breath. I decided 'What the hell?' and pressed my finger
against the ring of her anus. At first nothing happened. Then her
asshole relaxed and my finger sank in to the top of my fingernail.
Kelly gasped a deep breath. I wiggled my finger a little. It was
so tight that I couldn't move it much. Then I pulled it out and
moved down between her legs. As I touched her sex she again opened
her legs wider in invitation.
I sat up on my knees and pushed my shorts and underwear down and
then leaned forward, rubbing my cock against the lips of her pussy.
It felt glorious. At first it was dry skin against dry skin, but as
I rubbed, it got oilier with my pre-cum and her lubrication.
I wanted to drive my cock deep into her tender young pussy, but I
knew that would be going too far. At least today. Reluctantly, I
sat up, my cock jumping as it slipped past her pussy. With one hand
I pulled up my shorts; with the other I pushed a finger into her pussy.
As my finger pushed up into Kelly, she was pushing her pussy down
to meet it. I think she liked this part. I wondered for a second if
she'd like my cock, but remembered I was going slow.
I slowly pushed my finger all the way into her pussy. As I pulled
it out, Kelly pushed her ass high into the air and yelled, "God damn,
damn, fuck, oh yeah."
Loosely translated: 'Damn that felt good.'
I grinned as she melted back onto the bed. I pulled my finger out
and pretended to rub her legs for about thirty seconds before I
turned her over. I settled myself back between her legs, sitting up
on my knees looking down at her.
She was still breathing a little fast and had a crooked smile. She
grinned bigger and pointed down her body at my crotch, "Does that
hurt?"
I looked down at my tented out shorts. I could feel my cheeks
getting warm. Damn, I was blushing. She'd just gotten finger fucked,
and I was embarrassed about an erection.
I looked back at her eyes, her beautiful sparkling eyes. I thought
about telling her the old story that a guy could die if he had a hard-
on too long. Kelly was sympathetic, she'd want to help. "Not really
hurt. Just uncomfortable."
"Oh." She looked up at my face and then back at my crotch. "Would
it feel better if it wasn't pushing against your shorts?"
Actually the shorts weren't the problem, they were pretty loose.
It was my underwear that was confining. "I don't know," I said, not
sure how to answer.
"You can take them off if you want."
There is a god, I thought. "I..." I hesitated. "I don't think
that would be a good idea."
"Why?"
Yeah, smarty, why?
"I'm naked," she pointed out, then giggled.
"Yeah, but... but, it's different. I'm almost a man."
She didn't laugh. That was something. But the look she gave me
showed that she realized there was more difference between thirteen
and man than thirteen and ten. "Have it your way."
There is something really annoying about knowing that a ten-year-
old thinks you're pathetic.
I stood up, took a deep breath and pushed my shorts and underwear
down. My hard-on caught and got pulled down, then came free and
bounced back up against my stomach, and finally pointed straight out
again.
Kelly giggled.
I hoped it was from the show my cock put on and not my size. I
think I'm about average. I see other guys in the locker room, but
they're not hard so it's hard to tell. In the stories I read on the
net, most of the guys, even teenagers like me, have ten and twelve
inch cocks, and I'm close. But I think they exaggerate. Okay, I'm
not close. Four and one-eighth inches. I measured it last week.
But I still think they exaggerate.
I knelt down between Kelly's legs again and leaned forward to start
her chest massage. As I did, my cock poked at her pelvis and then
slid up to her stomach. Kelly giggled.
Then I giggled. I mean, I laughed in a manly way. Aw hell, I
giggled.
I worked her shoulders then down to her chest, my cock rubbing her
pelvis and stomach. As I placed my thumb on her completely flat
nipples, she sighed. I grinned down at her and she grinned back up.
Then I reached down and put my cock between her legs and rocked
back and forth letting it rub her pussy lips as I rubbed her nipples.
I wondered if she realized that my meat had been here before. She
started pushing her hips up to meet me as my cock rocked forward.
It was still slippery from before, and as I thrust downward, the
tip of my cock pushed between her outer lips, and I knew that I was
very close to fucking the girl. We froze. The head of my cock
nestled between her lips.
You know the old cartoons? The ones where a character's two alter-
egos show up? One angelic, one devilish? I don't know if I had an
angel and a devil sitting on my shoulders, but I do know that I could
hear two voices in the back of my head.
One said, "One push and you're not a virgin anymore."
"One push and she's not a virgin any more," the other reminded me.
I felt a throb in my cock. "Oh God!" I yelled and sat straight up.
I reached back under my pillow and pulled out a slightly stiff
washcloth and used it to grab my cock and start pumping as the first
gush of semen pushed out.
I didn't even care that a ten-year-old kid was propped up on an
elbow watching me as I milked my cock of every drop of cum and every
bit of pleasure. My eyes were closed and my face was turned toward
the ceiling as I dropped my hand away from my shrunken cock.
I thought about the fact that girls were supposed to have twice as
many nerve endings for their sex as guys. How the hell could they
stand it?
I opened my eyes and looked down at Kelly, who was grinning up at
me. "Feel good?" she asked cattily.
"Oh yeah," I agreed, for once not embarrassed.
"Then what about me?"
"Aw hell." I leaned down and put my lips around her pussy.
"What are you do..." I plunged my tongue into her hole, then
dragged it back against her clit. "Oh God!" It's amazing how we all
find religion in sex.
I worked my tongue in and out, tickling her clit with all it's
nerves at every opportunity.
"That feels... that feels... fuck, I don't know what that feels
like," she moaned. I grinned and continued. I could feel her body
tense beneath me, and as her back arched and she pressed her hips up,
I pushed my tongue deeper.
"Oh fuck. That's... that's... I'm..." she started, but her words
turned into a long moan.
I pulled my tongue out and gently kissed all around the mound of
her pussy as I listened to her breathing slow to it's normal rhythm.
I kissed her again, right on her pussy slit, then looked up at her
face. I smiled, "Little girls shouldn't say fuck," I told her.
"Never again," she promised.
Chapter XVII
I think it was Al Bundy who said, "Never have hopes, they'll come
back to haunt you." Or something like that.
After Kelly on the first day of summer, I figured that I was going
to have one long orgy. Kelly in the morning, Mikee in the afternoon,
and Paula at night. Maybe mix up the order for variety. I'd buy a
lot of Aloe Vera lotion to keep my main tool in working order. "A
workman's got to respect his tools." I think that was Tim 'The Tool
Man' Taylor.
Best laid plans and all that.
Tuesday, Kelly, Mikee, and their brother Peter got shipped off to a
babysitter. Kenny was still around, like that was a prize.
Then Paula got a job. When you're that sexy what do you need a job
for?
Tami was still around, but that did me about as much good as Kenny.
The good news was, I was on my own. Traci was almost always at a
camp. She went to drama camp, horse camp, soccer camp, even
cheerleading camp. Though I sure couldn't picture her as a
cheerleader.
The bad news was, I was on my own. No Mikee. No Kelly. And no
Paula.
The weekends weren't much better 'cause then there were parents to
contend with. I know this may be a shock, but most American mothers
don't want their ten- and twelve-year-old daughters to be sexually
active, no matter what Frank McCoy tells you.
So I hung out. I guess I'm lucky. I don't mind my own company. I
could read, swim, mess around on the computer.
I hung at friends' houses. Mom gave me a zone of about three miles
from the park I could travel in. The good thing about living in the
country. We'd do the Nintendo thing or play baseball or tennis or
something.
Friends hung here. I had a pool, nuff said.
Not a bad Summer.
* * *
It was almost the end of June before I saw any more action.
It was a Friday morning, and I was thinking about heading to
Kelly's house for some Nintendo Mario wars. Different Kelly. Boy.
Not at all cute. Well, maybe to girls.
Kelly lived about a mile away. Just a few minutes on my bike.
I figured I'd get the mail first and see if anybody had been stupid
enough to send me a pre-approved credit card. Don't laugh. Traci
got one. Though Mom confiscated it like the Germans confiscated
Paris. Wrote a hell of a letter to the card company.
"Hi, Tony!" I heard as I passed the pool. Kelly was waving and
splashing in the shallow end.
"Hi, munchkin."
Kelly pouted for all of three seconds, then grinned and splashed
some water in my direction that fell about thirty feet short.
"I'm mad. You didn't say hi to me," Mikee said. She'd been lying
on the other side of Tami, near the side of the pool, on a towel.
Now she sat up and pouted. She was holding her bikini top to her
chest. She must have undone it to get a better tan.
"Sorry, Mikee. I didn't see you at first."
Mikee considered it, then decided I was forgiven and waved.
"Have you guys been paroled?"
"Huh?" they both said, not quite in stereo.
"The babysitter. Did you get sprung?"
"Mrs. Parker had to go to Seattle," Kelly explained as I let myself
into the pool area.
"For a concert," Mikee added.
"A concert?" Mikee and Kelly both nodded. "Who, Tommy Dorsey?"
The girls looked totally blank.
"Motley Crue," Mikee said.
"Motley Crue?" I repeated. "How old is this babysitter of yours?"
I'd been picturing a little old lady.
"Sixty-two," Kelly supplied. Definitely in the little old lady
territory.
"And she's going to Motley Crue?"
Mikee giggled. "She's going with her granddaughter."
"Oh." The things people do for their kids. Or in this case,
grandkids.
"So we get to hang out today," Mikee said.
"Good! I never get to see you anymore."
"You saw us Sunday," Kelly corrected.
I almost blurted out, "I couldn't get you alone, too many people
around," but I bit my tongue. I wouldn't want to give Tami the wrong
ideas. Or the right ones for that matter. "True," I agreed.
Tami, who had been lying on her stomach, grabbed her top and rolled
over on her back. She look at me with an expression I couldn't read.
Kind of a 'you-don't-really-exist' sort of thing with maybe a hint of
'why-are-you-talking-to-my-friends?' and just a dash of 'eat-your-
heart-out.'
We had five more years of school together. I wondered if that
would be long enough to get past this.
"Come swimming with us," Kelly suggested, splashing some more water
at me and soaking my shoes.
I glanced at Tami. She was lying on her back, her eyes shut
against the sun, but her lips slightly clenched.
I debated. The evil Tony in the devil suit said, "You could annoy
the hell out of her." The good Tony with the halo and wings
countered, "You need to give her space." Good Tony annoyed the hell
out of me. I wanted to flick him right off my shoulder but then evil
Tony got a bright idea and whispered in my ear.
"Can't girls. Mom wanted me to do some cleaning, and since no ones
home, now would be the best time to do it."
I hoped that at least one of the girls would get the hint that I
was going to be all alone at my house.
I walked home, wondering which one it would be.
* * *
Almost an hour later, the doorbell rang. I'd begun to wonder if
I'd been too subtle.
I opened the door. Both of them were standing there, still in
their, in Kelly's case dripping, bikinis.
"Hi, girls," I said, surprised. I'd thought we were taking turns.
"Where's Tami?" I asked as I tried to think about this.
"She said she was going to take a nap," Mikee said and tried to
come in. Kelly blocked her and tried to come in herself, but I was
blocking both of them.
"I told her it was my turn!" Mikee said and elbowed her sister.
"And I told her that you liked me best!" Kelly said and punched her
sister in the arm.
"None of that!" I barked. "Or you can both go home and I'll keep
cleaning the house." Like that was going to happen.
I stepped out of the doorway and pointed at Kelly, then the right
end of the sofa. "You, there." I pointed at Mikee and the other end.
"You, there."
The girls walked in, glaring at each other, and I closed the door
behind them. Then I ignored them and walked over to the vacuum
cleaner. I grabbed the handle, pushed the on-button with my foot,
and finished vacuuming the area under my dad's chair. Dad ate too
much popcorn, I decided as I vacuumed up about a hundred kernels.
I glanced at the sofa. The two girls were watching me like hawks.
I rolled the vacuum over in front of them, gave the cord a yank,
and after it popped out of the wall socket started winding it up.
Then I moved Dad's chair back into place.
Yeah, I know it's pretty pathetic for a thirteen-year-old boy to be
cleaning the house when he didn't have to. I'd made up that bit
about a promise to Mom. But it gave me something to do while I
waited for, I thought, a girl. And it fit in nicely with my drive-
Mom-crazy plan.
I turned and looked down at the girls.
"Mikee, do I look stupid?" I asked flatly.
"No," she said hesitantly.
"Kelly, what do you think, do I have the low slopping forehead, the
dull glassy look of a moron?"
"No," she said shaking her head for emphasis.
"Do you two really think I'm dumb enough to chose between two of
the cutest girls in the park and hurt one of their feelings and get
her mad at me?"
They both shook their heads.
"Then why are you both here?"
They both started talking, ignoring the other. I let them, though
I didn't have a chance of unscrambling the onslaught of words.
"Enough!" I said loudly, drawing my thumb across my throat.
They shut up.
"Kelly, isn't it Mikee's turn?"
"Yes, but..."
"You see," Mikee interrupted. "She admits it."
If looks could kill, Kelly would have been down to one sister right
then.
"Mikee, interrupt again and you're out the door."
Mikee started to object, thought better of it, and snapped her
mouth closed. Then she crossed her arms over her chest in body
language I didn't need an interpreter for.
It was supposed to be so simple. One girl shows up, we play
around, we both get happy. Girl goes away. A little later, second
girl shows up, repeat. But instead, I was playing Henry Kissinger
traipsing around the middle east. We studied him last year.
Kelly?" I prompted.
"I know it's Mikee's turn. But we never get to see you and I was
afraid I might not get a turn. We're supposed to hang around all
day, but you know parents. You can't trust them."
I grinned. Parents could be a complication at times.
"Mikee?"
"It's my turn. She admitted it. So that's that." And she re-
crossed her arms.
I thought about it.
Where was King Solomon when you really needed him. Cut the baby in
half.
I could send them both home and tell them no more massages until
they could get along. That's what ol' Solly would do. The bad part
of that plan was no playtime for Tony. I knew they'd work it out.
They were both pretty smart, and they actually liked each other. But
it might take awhile. And Mrs. Parker was sixty-two. How many
concerts could I count on her attending?
"Kelly, go in my room and lie down on the bed," I said after a
minute. "We decided that the bed works better than the floor," I
added for Mikee's benefit.
Kelly jumped up, stuck her tongue out at her sister and skipped to
my room.
"Kelly, keep your tongue in your mouth," I yelled.
"Sorry," she tossed back over her shoulder.
"I understand," Mikee said in the saddest most pathetic voice
you've ever heard. She stood and took a step toward the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" I demanded and scooped up the
twelve-year-old in my arms.
"I thought..."
"That's the trouble with the world today, too much thinking," I
told her and kissed her on the nose. "To hell with turns, I'll give
you both massages."
Mikee grinned and I kissed her nose again.
"But you chose Kelly first," she complained.
"Mostly because she knows where the bed is." And I kissed her
forehead.
Actually, I'd been pretty sure I was going to do both from the
moment I opened the door. The big question was in what order and how
much. If I gave Kelly a Mikee-style massage either first or second
she'd probably open her big mouth and complain. If I did Mikee first
with a Mikee-style then gave Kelly her Kelly-style, Mikee might feel
offended. And giving Mikee a Kelly-style first might freak her out.
Decisions, decisions.
I'd finally decided to start with Kelly and just play it by ear.
I looked over at the sofa where Kelly had been sitting, and cringed
a little. Having a wet little girl sit down was not one of my better
ideas. If I couldn't dry it out, the vacuuming should even things out.
I carried Mikee into my bedroom, glad I'd picked up and made my bed
this morning, and Kelly, dear sweet little Kelly, was lying naked on
the bed.
Mikee gasped. "Kelly!"
Kelly grinned.
I set Mikee on the ground, kissing her on the nose a third time.
"This house is like Vegas. What goes on here, stays here. You
don't tell anyone that Kelly was naked, and she doesn't mention your
massage in your panties." Actually I was hoping that Mikee's massage
would be in less than that.
I stepped up to the bed and spread Kelly's legs, giving both Mikee
and me a great view of her tiny little pussy. Then I climbed up and
got between them. I thought about skipping her shoulders and back
but grinned to myself, deciding not to. I leaned forward, and the
horn that had sprouted in my shorts rubbed against Kelly's ass just
like the other day. Only today I wasn't wearing any underwear, so my
cock had a lot more freedom of movement.
I spent a lot more time on her shoulders than I usually did. It
felt good rubbing my cock on her ass, separated only by a thin layer
of polyester. And though I didn't look, I knew that Mikee was
getting an eyeful.
Finally I finished her shoulders. I skipped her back and went to
work on her butt. I spent a couple of minutes groping, I mean
massaging, those beautiful globes of hers. They were just a nice
handful. Then I pulled her cheeks apart and started rubbing my
finger along the crack of her ass. I heard a gasp from Mikee as my
finger stopped on Kelly's asshole.
I decided that today wasn't a day for anal exploration and moved
downward until my hand cupped Kelly's mound. Kelly, as usual, opened
her legs wider. I sensed Mikee moving closer to the side of the bed,
but concentrated on Kelly as if this was the most normal thing in the
world.
I also decided that this wasn't a good time to pull my cock out and
rub it on Kelly's pussy. I pulled my hand up a little and let my
middle finger slide along the crease of her pussy. I'd decided not
to finger fuck her now, but I swear her pussy pulled me in.
My finger slipped in easily, and I wondered if the little girl had
been practicing.
Once my finger was in, I decided what the hell. At least Mikee
wasn't screaming rape. I let my finger slide in and out and listened
as Kelly's breathing got faster and heavier.
I didn't want her to cum yet, so I pulled my finger out. I didn't
even pretend to rub down her legs. I stepped off the bed and
stretched, giving Mikee a great view of my tented out shorts.
"Roll over," I told her sister.
As she did, I saw Kelly look at my crotch, too. I shook my head,
and she grinned and nodded, getting the silent message.
I climbed back up between her legs and reached forward to play with
her nipples. As I did, my hard-on rubbed right against Kelly's pussy
and she gasped.
"Oh God," Mikee whispered, and I realized that her breathing was
getting faster too.
Kelly's nipples were pretty much two-dimensional, but she seemed to
like them getting rubbed, so I did. Besides it was preparing Mikee.
I really wanted to pull my cock out and rub it against her pussy
like the last time, but I didn't think her sister was ready for that.
So it stayed in my shorts. But Kelly was thrusting her hips up and
down, and her pussy rubbed it anyway.
I could feel my cock swell, and I knew that I was going to come. I
pressed my hips down at the young girl, and my cock jerked and
released the juice that had been building up in my balls since I'd
first seen the girls at the pool.
I didn't yell out. I was afraid that I'd startle Mikee. But from
the grin on her damn face, I think that Kelly figured out what was
happening.
I hoped that the black shorts wouldn't show the stain. I also
hoped that the cum wouldn't drip down my leg when I stood up.
I decided that I'd had all the slow I could handle.
I scooted backward and then leaned down and kissed Kelly's pussy.
"It's about time," she moaned.
"Holy shit!" her sister mumbled.
I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy. It wasn't hard to find the
little bud of clit and start teasing it. I slid my hand under her
butt and worked a finger into her crack. I started teasing her
asshole at the same time.
"That's the spot," she moaned as my tongue caressed all those nerve
endings. Into the valley rode the eight thousand, or something like
that. Maybe, it's a far far better thing I do, than I have ever done
before.
"Oh god. Oh fuc...I mean oh damnnnnn!" That last turned into a
long wail as her orgasm hit her. I pulled my tongue out and gently
kissed all over her pelvis and stomach as I listened to her breathing
get back to normal.
I sat back on my heels and looked down at her. "Was that worth
waiting for?"
She nodded, grinning.
I looked at Mikee, who was flushed and breathing harder than her
sister. "Your turn."
I got off the bed and motioned Kelly to get off too.
I waited. I wasn't sure what Mikee would do. I didn't think she'd
blab, but I wasn't sure she'd strip and get on the bed.
She looked at her sister. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fantastic!" Kelly exclaimed. "That was incredible. And I
didn't say fuc...the f-word."
"You did good," I told her.
Mikee looked scared. "I don't know if I can..."
"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," I said
sincerely. "We'll just do your regular massage. That is, if you
still want it."
Mikee hesitated, then nodded. She reached down and grabbed the
bottom of her bikini top and then pulled it over her head. She
stepped forward and put one knee on the bed. Then she backed up again.
I thought she was going to say no, but she surprised me. Turning
her back to me, she slipped her bikini bottoms down her legs and then
moved to the bed naked. She was careful to keep her back to me as
she lay down on the bed.
I stepped up and reached down and spread her legs, giving me and
Kelly both a good view of the treasure that she'd been trying to hide
from me.
I grinned at her sister, then climbed up in between Mikee's legs.
As I looked down at her butt, I had an overwhelming desire to lick
her crack.
I had to remind myself that slow may have gone out the window with
her sister, but that I needed it with Mikee.
My cock had gotten hard again. Even harder than before. And as I
reached forward to start on Mikee's shoulders, it rubbed against her
butt.
Then Kelly almost scared me into permanent abstinence as she
grabbed my cock and pushed it down so that it was rubbing against her
sister's pussy. Mikee jumped but didn't complain, so I kept rocking
back and forth, letting my polyester shrouded cock rub against her as
I rubbed her shoulders and upper back.
Then Kelly reached in and pulled the leg hole of my shorts to the
side and grabbed my bare cock. Her touch was electric, and my cock
jerked in her hand. She let my naked cock swing back against her
sister's pussy.
I looked at her, and she grinned and mouthed, "You did it to me."
I could hear Mikee's breathing speed up, but she said nothing, so I
continued to rub my shaft against her.
After a minute I could feel myself building toward an orgasm, and I
decided to pull back. I leaned back and readjusted my shorts so that
my best friend was hidden again.
I laid my hands on her butt. I could feel her tense, so I just let
my hands lay there. Let her get used to it. I felt her relax, and I
started to rub gently. Just the globes of her ass. I stayed away
from her crack. Then I started moving away from her butt, down her
legs.
"Aren't you going to do like you did to Kelly?" she asked in a bit
of a whine.
I reached back up to her butt and separated her ass cheeks and
traced a finger down her crack to her asshole. On her asshole, I
pressed my finger downward, and it sank in to the first knuckle
before she could tense up.
Beside me, I could hear Kelly's breathing speeding up.
With my other hand I reached down and cupped Mikee's pussy. I
rubbed my finger along her slit.
Then I swear I couldn't help myself. I pressed my finger into her
pussy. She was wet and it slid in easily. I heard her breathing
stop. I hoped it was temporary but concentrated on pushing my finger
as deep into the twelve-year-old as I could.
"Oh God," she gasped taking a deep breath. I should be a
missionary. I'd brought another girl to religion. "Oh Goddddddd!"
And I'd brought another girl to orgasm.
I pulled my fingers out, reached under her, and picked her up.
Then I shifted around until I was lying on my back and Mikee was
straddling my chest.
"You look delicious," I told here and pulled her forward until her
pussy covered my mouth. At the south end of the bed, I could feel
Kelly once again release my cock from it's polyester prison. I knew
I could count on that girl. What I didn't count on was the warm wet
mouth that enveloped my four-and-one-eighth inch friend. I'd thought
I would get a nice hand job.
The girls left two hours later.
They were still virgins.
But just barely.
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