Perverts 'R' Us

Snow Days

By Propodal ( M/Ff, fetish, anal )

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Chapter 1 Blizzard

Lisa was out of it.

I'd warned her not to take vodka shots with the grass, but she was so sure she would be fine. I carried her limp body to her bedroom and dumped her into bed. What a great date!

We'd been doing each other for a month now. Eleven years older than me, Lisa had her own ideas about how to party. She was a successful real estate agent with a kid; I was a mechanic trainee at the shop where she brought her Mercedes. The sex was great, and she wanted lots of it. The passed-out-drunk part was not that cool.

This evening, I was feeling fine, except for the lack of company. I surfed the TV channels for something to engage my stoned brain. I wanted to go home, but I just knew I was too stoned to drive, and the winter storm that had started the evening so cozy had blossomed into a real blizzard. No driving tonight.

My stoned brain was spooked by the sound of the kitchen door unlocking. The door swung open, and two swaddled figures walked into the family room.

"Hi, Jake!" said one, who I immediately recognized as Lisa's daughter, Sherry. "Bitchin' storm out there!"

Sherry was only fourteen, but liked to use strong language whenever her mom wasn't around. I never reprimanded her for it, since I liked the effect. I smiled at her now.

"Hey" I said. When she was still with it, Lisa had mentioned that Sherry was at a friend's house for a sleepover. The second figure pulled a scarf from his face and beat his ungloved hands together.

"Well, Sherry," he said, "Looks like things are fine here. I'm going to drive home before the roads get too bad."

Sherry hugged the boy. "Thanks for doing this, Jeff." She tiptoed up and gave the lad a kiss. He smiled and began winding his scarf around his face.

"Yeah, babe. No school tomorrow for sure, but I'll see you sometime." She walked with him to the door as he hurried out.

Sherry shucked her coat and hat, mittens and boots, and plopped down on the couch next to me with a can of Coke.

"Thought you were doing a sleepover," I said, trying to hide being stoned.

"Yeah, I was," she said. "Melissa's parents fucking freaked out when Jeff showed up, and called it off. Her dad took everyone else home. Jeff's like so bummed."

Sherry was wearing navy blue tights, a brief skirt, and a cream-colored sweater. She pulled her legs under her and looked at the TV picture. "Where's Mom?"

I was still trying to do the straight thing. "Oh, she decided to hit the sack early," I said lamely. It was only eight o'clock. I studied the TV program guide.

"Right! Put her to bed pissed again, didn't ya?" Sherry sneered. She knew. Friday nights Lisa binged 'til she dropped; the presumed snow day tomorrow had advanced her schedule to Thursday. I preferred weed, but I couldn't get her to just smoke. Sherry looked down at the ashtray and the roach among Lisa's cigarette butts. She tapped me with her foot. "You're fucking stoned, aren't you?' she accused, grinning.

I was actually glad to admit it. "Yeah, I'm pretty ripped," I said, smiling at her "Busted!" look.

"That's cool," she said. "Mind if I toke this roach?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Sherry," I said.

"Oh, come on, Jake." She pushed out her lower lip and pulled a pouty face. "Don't be such a shit. I got nothing to do. Might as well have a good time doin' it!"

I gave her a hard look. She looked so damned cute with her pleading face.

"OK, but don't tell your mom," I said. I flicked off the TV and punched on the CD player. Vintage Moody Blues welled up at a quiet volume. Sherry grabbed the very end of the joint, and flicked the lighter to toke it into life.

"Stayin' here tonight?" she croaked, trying not to lose the smoke. She leaned back onto the arm of the couch.

I looked over at this young girl. Sherry was a thin girl, with fine features and long brown hair. Her oval face and prominent nose reminded me of Lisa. Her young breasts poked at her sweater and her girlish figure was definitely feminine. We eyed each other through the haze of smoke. I rubbed her stocking-clad foot in a friendly way, relishing the feel of girl. Smoking dope always makes me randy. "Looks like it," I murmured.

Sherry had finished the roach and was gazing at the ceiling. She ignored my hand on her foot, but didn't pull away.

"Good shit!" she said slowly, smiling at her language. She wrapped her arms around her chest and breathed deeply. I found myself wondering what she was wearing under the heavy sweater. She was covering the modest mounds now, but they seemed suddenly irresistible. The sweater had ridden up so that I could see up her skirt and the white of her panties through the tights.

"That feels nice," she said, stretching her foot closer to me and wiggling her toes. "Will you rub both of them?" A faint smile formed on her lips. We'd flirted before. She knew I liked doing it.

I closed my eyes slowly for a moment and nodded, smiling and acknowledging my guilty pleasure. My hands are large - as big as her feet, and I began a more aggressive coverage of her foot, still rubbing softly.

Sherry sighed and lifted her other leg, exposing more of the crotch of her tights to my hungry gaze. An imagined whiff of teen pussy assaulted my stoned brain.

"Let's do another number," I suggested, dropping her foot and fishing around in my shirt pocket.

"Wait 'til I get back, OK?" she said. "I gotta hit the head." She popped up and scampered off. I watched her cute butt wiggle until the sweater slipped down to cover it.

I was listening to the music and thinking about monkey sex while Sherry took what seemed like ten minutes using the loo. I unconsciously sniffed my hand for the trace scent of her foot and rubbed my horny dick through my sweats. I'd drifted into my own world and was startled when she returned.

"Figured I might as well get ready for bed," she said, with an embarrassed giggle and a twirl. She was wearing a long pink tee-shirt and fuzzy pink slippers. The tights were gone.

"Yeah, might as well," I answered, firing up the joint. I didn't need to get any more stoned, but I wanted to get Sherry stoned and play around with her.

We sucked the joint right down to a stub. She leaned back and sighed.

I looked at her thin, smooth legs. I knew she was on the junior high basketball team, and she had the muscles of a budding athlete. The shirt concealed them above mid-thigh, but they still looked like a dream. Her little tits telegraphed their nipples through the shirt fabric.

I felt like I was leering with barely-controlled lust, and I thought I'd better look away when I noticed Sherry's face. She wore a proud and smug look, watching me, happy that she could absorb my attention with her body. As though anticipating my wish, she slowly pushed her fuzzy slipper off of her left foot with the right one. I watched with breathless eagerness as she exposed her naked toes. Pink and perfectly formed, the nails painted with a red polish, they were exquisite. With deliberate exhibitionism, she removed the right slipper and rolled to place her bare feet on the cushion between us, then looked up at me.

I reached down and grasped her left foot with my right hand. I placed my thumb in her arch and began stroking slowly from front to back. She rolled her eyes and smiled, then edged closer so I could reach her foot more easily.

"I hope they don't, you know, smell sweaty," she said. "Whenever I wear tights, I feel like my feet get too warm."

I bent toward her and sniffed the bare foot in my hand. The heady aroma of girl-foot assailed my brain as she tried to pull it away.

"Oh, no," I said, pulling it closer, "No, no! Your foot smells wonderful! I love this smell!" I sniffed it in an exaggerated way, smiling sincerely. Using both hands, I spread the toes and sniffed between them. Then, looking straight into her stoned and disbelieving face, I began licking her foot.

"Oh my god! That feels sooooo weird!" she squeaked, with her hands on her face.

"Do you hate it?" I asked in a worried way.

"No. No, it's just strange. I kinda like it, really. It's sexy!"

By the time I finished rubbing and licking both feet, Sherry was flushed and breathing hard, and I was hard as steel. She opened her eyes to look at me when I stopped. I put her foot back on the sofa and stood.

"Better go see how your mom's doin'." I stammered.

Sherry gave me a stoned, eager look. "You comin' back out here?" she asked hopefully.

"Maybe," I said as I walked toward the bedroom. When I got there, Lisa awoke and pulled me into the bed with her. I didn't get back up.

Chapter 2 New Snow

I was back the next night, and Lisa, Sherry and I ate a pleasant dinner and watched the weather news. A second blizzard was crossing the state toward us, and a snow emergency was in effect - no driving for the whole weekend. Lisa began drinking heavily, bored by the enforced idleness. Sherry looked at me with a look that wondered if I'd be keeping her company. I smiled and patted her shoulder as I stood to walk an unsteady Lisa to her bedroom. "Be right back," I mouthed. The girl nodded happily.

I stripped Lisa and got her to the loo just in time for her to be sick. I cleaned her up and helped her into bed. She was snoring softly as I closed the door.

Sherry sat on the couch watching television with a blanket on her lap. She was dressed as she had been all day, heavy sweater and long woolen skirt. Her pink slippers lay on the floor in front of her.

"Mom OK?" she asked, looking up.

"She'll be fine. She got a little sick," I said. "She's sleeping now."

"Cell phone's out," Sherry announced, pointing to it on the table. "Guess the blizzard nailed the tower. I was talking to Ruth when it just quit. Regular phone's out too!"

"Lines down," I guessed. Lisa's home was far enough outside the city to have cable, phone and power on the utility poles outside. I sat next to Sherry and watched the TV, rubbing the blanket over her leg with my right hand. She made a comforted noise and reached out with her foot to touch my thigh. I lightly rubbed her foot through her tights with my left hand. She wiggled her toes appreciatively.

Sherry flicked off the TV and started the CD player. Soft Moody Blues filled the room.

"Wanna get stoned again?" she asked, stroking my hand on her leg.

"No, honey, that's just not a good idea. Look what happened last night." I tried to sound paternal.

"The foot thing? I liked that!" she said, smiling at me. "It was very nice! I've been thinking about it a lot today. And I know you dug it." She grinned and looked pointedly at my crotch.

I became acutely aware of fondling her little foot, and the erection sprouting in my pants. I'd been thinking about Sherry's dainty toes when I boinked her mom last night.

"Come on, Jake. I'd be getting stoned with my friends if I could get to them. We're both stuck here - let's have our own little party!" She moved my hand up her leg to her hip. "I do know how to party, you know!" she arched an eyebrow as my hand felt her teenage ass through the blanket and clothes. My resistance was evaporating as I felt her butt muscles flex seductively. I wondered what fourteen-year-olds did at parties.

"Ok, you little minx!" I said in mock irritation, spanking her sweet bottom. "Wait here while I get a couple of J's."

"Oh boy!" she squealed.

When I returned to the couch, Sherry's bare foot poked out of the blanket toward my seat. Her skirt and tights were folded on the table. She grinned impishly.

"I really did like the foot-sucking!" she smiled and said seriously, "I want more."

I grinned as I lit the joint and passed it to her. As we toked in silence, she rubbed my thigh with her bare foot. When I stubbed out the dope, I took her naked foot in my left hand and began stroking the arch with my thumb. This can turn grown women to jelly, and this stoned teenager began a meltdown. She licked her lips, turned more toward me, and began to pant. As I manipulated her foot with my left hand, I massaged her calf with my right, feeling the smoothness of the shaved leg, the firm muscle tone and soft skin. Her other foot perched on my thigh as she scooted closer to me. My right hand stroked up her leg, feeling the inside of her thigh, rubbing it up and down. I wanted Sherry to relax, so I didn't push too far-I stayed six inches from her panties as I massaged her leg muscles.

"God, that feels good," she murmured. She looked at the tent in my sweats. "Makin' you horny, too, eh?" She grinned and touched the lump of my cock with her free foot. When I didn't object, she left her foot on my hard cock and leaned back closing her eyes. Her little foot felt wonderful and she rubbed it around as my cock pulsed from the stimulation.

I lifted her foot to my face and began sniffing. It was dry and almost odorless, but I began little licks, and could taste some funkiness between Sherry's little toes. As I tasted her and stroked her thigh, she whimpered happily and wiggled her toes on my hard cock. Her right hand dove under the blanket and I could tell she was frigging herself. Her foot left my groin as she spread her legs and started hunching her hips. The smell and sound of wet pussy swept over me. I rubbed my hard dick through the sweats

The doorbell startled us both. Sherry jumped up, and in a brief flash of panties, her skirt was on and she dashed to the door.

The visitor was Lisa's boss, Mike, who couldn't phone, but needed to give her some important updates. Something about a big deal the next day. I explained that Lisa was sleeping, and he jotted the address and details down for her. "Sorry to bother you," he said, "but this is really important. Make sure she gets it." He patted Sherry on the head and left quickly. Probably didn't want to risk getting caught in the storm.

Just as I closed the door and Sherry and I turned toward each other and smiled, a sleepy Lisa walked in from the bedroom, swaddled in her robe.

"Who was that?" she said as she grabbed my hand and urged me toward the bedroom. I told and showed her Mike's note.

"Shit! I gotta work tomorrow!" She pulled me with her to the bedroom, eager to get me to boink her back to sleep. "G'night, sweetie!" she called to Sherry. Sherry's glum face followed our departure.

I was so wound up from fooling with Sherry that I fucked her mom's brains out. We both collapsed into sleep.

Chapter 3 Isolation

The next morning, I barely heard Lisa getting ready for work. "Mike's picking me up in his four-wheel," she said as she hugged me goodbye. "There's new snow and more coming. I hope we can get back from Windgate." She kissed my sleepy face and I slipped back into my dreams as she hurried out.

"Are you gonna make breakfast?" The hungry whine pulled me back to consciousness.

"Yeah, sure Honey," I said, swinging out of bed. It was Sherry, standing in her bathrobe and slippers and looking like she'd just dragged herself out of bed. I was thinking she was Lisa and realized too late that naked was not the dress code for her daughter.

"DAMN!" she squeaked. Her eyes and mouth opened wide as she inspected my shaved and naked willie. A little morning wood stood it at half mast and thickness - not large, but nice on my slim body. I beat a hasty exit to the bathroom, slamming the door as she checked my bare buns. I laughed as I thought of the expression on her face and pissed like a fire hose. I took a quick shower and put on jockey shorts and my light robe. When I got to the kitchen, Sherry looked up from a cup of cocoa and the paper with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry to surprise you like that!" she said, almost sounding sincere. She had changed into a sweater and tights to go outside to pick up the newspaper from the driveway. She was dressed nicer than usual, and I could sense a predatory feeling. "I made you some coffee."

The picture window in the kitchen looked over the snow-covered patio and huge furs of the windbreak beyond it. "What's the paper say about the blizzard?" I asked her.

"Another foot, maybe more today. Looks like a good day to stay inside!" There was that look again. The shiny eyes and swinging leg. I couldn't believe I was fantasizing about this fourteen-year-old sweetie over breakfast! The decade that separated our ages seemed to be shrinking as I got to know this little tease.

Sexual tension built as I fixed breakfast and we ate silently, reading the news. Horny teenage girls seem to need to move their legs and feet around, and Sherry unconsciously squirmed in her chair. As I returned to the table, I rubbed her shoulders gently.

"You seem restless today."

"Yeah. Cabin fever, I guess," she replied, smiling weakly. Her foot toyed with her loafer on the floor. I kissed the top of her head, snorting a nose full of her wonderful, girlish scent. I felt her body through the sweater which slid smoothly over bare skin. The vee neck gave me a glimpse of the swell of her tits, and I wondered how the nipples looked. Sherry liked the rubbing and made a quiet moan as she relaxed into my hands.

Outside, we could see the snow mounding up against the picture window in the kitchen. The fine, sifting powder was so thick that the tree line across the yard was barely visible. The ringing phone surprised us both, and Sherry dashed to answer it.

Lisa talked with her daughter briefly, and then got me on the phone.

"We're stuck here," she said. "The deal got done, and we could all leave, but route 123 just closed down, and no cars can leave Windgate. Mike and I are staying with his brother's family for the night. I hope we can get back tomorrow."

"Mike's being very attentive," said Lisa with a "you-know-what-I-mean" tone. I assumed someone else could hear her talking.

"You mean he wants some action?" I asked, smiling.

"Yeah. I've tried not to get into that - he is my boss. I just don't want to be cold in a lonely bed tonight, you know?" She was whispering now.

"Yeah, baby, I understand. Have as much fun as you want!" I laughed. We are friends and lovers, and I was glad she had someone to take care of her. I also don't mind some outside action occasionally.

We chatted for a while as the phone connection became weaker. Finally, we were shouting slow sentences and said our goodbyes. As I hung up, Sherry made a beeline for the phone.

"Cell phone's still dead," she declared as she picked up the receiver to try to connect with a friend. Soon she had a girlfriend on the line, and I watched her happy phone-call dance as I pretended to read the paper. Sitting on a stool at the counter, she pulled her shoeless foot up to play with, providing me an excellent view of the crotch of her tights. I couldn't hear what she was talking about, but her hand unconsciously strayed from her foot to her groin, rubbing slowly and pressing.

My cock hardened and tented in my robe. I reached down to adjust it and began to wank instead. I tried to do it inconspicuously, but when I looked up, Sherry was watching me and frankly masturbating. She hopped up and sat in the chair facing mine at the table, then put her foot on the seat and started rubbing herself again. Her end of the phone conversation consisted of grunts and "yeah's" and "I know's". When she moved, I had stopped stroking my hard dick, and she nodded toward it to ask me to do more. I started slowly stroking under my robe, and Sherry moved the chair closer to mine and put a foot on my knee. Her frigging was creating a small wet spot in her tights, and I felt my cum begin to stir.

"Ok, I'm sure Jake won't mind, and Mom's stuck in Windgate. OK, bye. See you soon!" She punched the phone off.

"Molly's coming over," she murmured feasting her eyes on the lump in my robe. "Let me see it again, Jake!" she said, nodding again to the outline.

"I don't know, Sherry," I started. Her foot lifted from my knee toward my face. I grabbed it with my free hand and pushed my nose into the moist foot of her tights, inhaling the rich leathery smell of teenage girl foot. As I leaned forward, my robe dropped away from my groin, and Sherry gasped as my raging hard cock was exposed, sticking out of my boxers. I was too enthralled to care, and kept stroking, faster now. I felt my sperm forming a ball in my nuts as I snorted Sherry's foot and watched her busy hand in her groin. I stiffened as a bolt of cum tore through my body and sprayed out of my cock. A glob landed on her tights, close to her hand. Sherry came almost immediately, and we both slumped in our chairs. I dropped her foot to the floor.

After a quiet rest, she said "Wow! I've never done anything like that before!" We both stood and straightened our clothes.

"That was very special, honey," I said as I folded her into a hug. Her little body felt like a young girl, but my ideas about her were shifting her to woman status. I tilted her head up and kissed her softly on the lips. She grinned and hugged me again, then stepped back.

"Molly's bringing her sister and aunt with her. Their power's out, and they don't have heat. You don't mind if they stay here, do you?"

"I don't mind. It's your house, and I'm sure Lisa would approve. How old is her aunt?"

"Twenty-two," she leered. "Molly says she's hot, too!"

I pulled her into another hug and slipped my hand down her back and under her sweater to grope her teenage ass. She moved closer and snuggled, humming a little moan of happiness.

I spanked her lightly. "We better get this place cleaned up!" I said. "And I'd better get some clothes on."

She started clearing the table. "What for?" she teased. "I'm sure they'd like you like that!"

An hour later we had beds made, the kitchen cleaned and living room tidied. I'd put on some light running shorts and a tight gray T-shirt. Loafers without socks, no underwear. Sherry's friends only had a three-mile walk, but the drifting snow made it slow going. Sherry stretched out on the made-up Murphy-bed and demanded a rub. I squatted over her little body and gave her a light back rub, progressing closer and closer to her sweet butt. I lifted her sweater up and lightly rubbed her bare lower back and top of her hips. She leaned up on her elbows to look around, and I slipped my hands over her breasts under the sweater. They were tangerine-sized with puffy hard nipples. I squeezed them tenderly and Sherry mewed and arched her back.

"Harder!" she said. I began alternate milking squeezes and she grunted her satisfaction. The puffy nipples responded to my tweaking by elongating and getting pointy. Sherry's hand was in her crotch again as she bucked against it.

We were interrupted by the doorbell.

Chapter 4 Refugees

Three snow-covered figures hustled in the door when Sherry opened it.

The woman threw off her scarf and coat. "Jesus, it's cold out there!" she exclaimed, beating her sweatshirt to try to push the heat in. The two girls were following her lead, shedding layers of cold outer garments. Their lips were blue and their teeth chattered from the cold.

"Thank you so much for taking us in," said the aunt. "We'd have frozen at Molly's house." She gave me the warmest smile she could manage. "I'm Eva."

Molly and Sherry did quick introductions. Molly looked about Sherry's age, and Angie, the younger sister looked like she was twelve. Eva, Molly's aunt, was a pretty girl with a small tight body and a gorgeous face. I liked her right off.

"We need to get you into some dry clothes," I said, noticing that the snow was melting into the fabric of their pants and socks. "I think we can fit everyone. Sherry, take the girls into your bathroom and I'll show Eva your mom's. I think a hot shower would bring you all back to life faster!"

The girls trooped off and I took Eva's hand and led her to the master bedroom. The gesture got me an amused look as she happily followed my lead. I showed her the bathroom and looked in Lisa's closet for something for her to wear. She was shorter and smaller than Lisa, but I found a track suit that looked like it would fit.

I turned back to the bathroom to the vision of Eva bending to strip off her panties. Her ass was magnificent, muscular and smooth, and it opened as she bent to pull the panties off of her feet. I stared hungrily at her brown anus and lightly-covered pussy. The lips of her cunt hung lewdly long and open, and her clit seemed to dangle from the center. As she straightened up, she turned and presented me with her lovely tits. They were small, fitting her nicely, and had pink nipples that were pierced with large rings. A gold chain swung from the piercing rings. I perved on her naked beauty with horny eyes.

Eva smiled. "You like?" she asked, turning and posing. "I guess Sherry didn't tell you I'm a dancer. I work almost naked three nights a week at the Kit-Kat Club. I don't think I can wear that, though!" She laughed and swept past me toward the closet. She quickly found something she liked - a long black silk shirt and tan knit shorts.

"I think we'll both like these better!" She headed back to the bathroom, stopping close to me. Her delicate hand gently stroked my hard dick through my shorts. "I hope you like sex, Jake, 'cause I'm pretty ready for one of these!"

Her hand felt wonderful, but cold. I knew that the chain meant that she liked domination, so I tried some. "Maybe later," I said. "Go take your shower now, before you shiver to death." I gave her a hard spank on her fine ass. That earned me a smoky look of appreciation as she turned to obey. She never closed the door and I stayed to enjoy watching her get into the hot shower.

I smiled happily at my luck, and walked into Sherry's room to check on the girls. Little Angie sat on the bed with a head towel, wrapped in one of Sherry's old robes. I could hear the other two in the shower, talking and horsing around. I sat down next to Angie.

"Feel better?" I asked. She nodded and smiled. I unwrapped the towel and began drying her stringy blond hair with it.

"Can I have something to eat?" she asked, a notion that's always close to the front of kids' minds.

"IF you give me a kiss, and I'll fix you some lunch. If it's a good kiss, I'll make some cocoa too!"

Angie looked conflicted - hungry and shy. I opened my arms and she hopped into my lap for a hug. A moment later she gave me a wet kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks, Sweetie," I said, grinning at her. "Can I give you a kiss?"

Angie nodded eagerly and turned her cheek toward me. I turned my head and kissed her pretty lips, touching them lightly with my tongue. When I pulled back to look at her, she was smiling up at me.

"That was great," I said. "Let's go get some grub"

Angie hopped down and took my hand as we left the room. Sherry and Molly chattered away in the bathroom, where I could still hear the shower spray.

In the kitchen, Angie sat on the stool next to the counter while I put together some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and made a pan of cocoa. Sitting with her legs crossed like an Indian, I could see that underneath the robe, she wore a pair of Sherry's panties. They hung loosely on her thinner legs, gaping to let me glimpse the rise of her cute ass, and the smooth sides of her little pussy. As she reached for a finger of peanut butter, I got a look at her little tit, naked under the robe and just mounding on her chest. My dick hardened as I kept working, turning a loaf of bread into sandwiches. Angie smiled when she caught me looking. She retracted her arm slowly so that I got a better look.

"You got a woody!" exclaimed Angie, stretching her foot out to touch the front of my shorts.

"I sure do!" I said, smiling at her boldness and the touch of her toes. "How do you know about woodies?"

"My boyfriend gets them sometimes, when we kiss and hug. He likes it if I push on it. Eva told me boys love to get them and like girls to feel them." She gave me a questioning look and touched her foot to my shorts again.

I spread my legs and offered myself to her. "She's right!" I grinned, humping on her bare toes.

"Yours is harder than his," she said sweetly as she rubbed her thigh with her fingers. I could tell she wanted to frig, but just couldn't do it with me watching.

I reached into her robe and gently felt her right breast. "You sure have nice boobs," I said. "Thanks for showing them." I smiled and she laughed nervously. I opened her robe more and looked at her perfect little breast with its pale pink nipple. I palmed it gently, and then stretched the nipple lightly. Her foot in my groin paused with the distraction. "Feels nice, huh?" Angie gave me a slow smiling nod.

The sound of approaching footsteps in the hall had me moving close to the counter to hide my rampant hard dick. I moved away from Angie and lifted the platter of sandwiches toward the seats on the front of the counter.

Eva strode in wearing the silk shirt and shorts. Her hair was still damp and she wore no makeup, but she looked beautiful. The shirt looked like it was made for her, and she had left the top three buttons undone, providing a nice view of her chest chain and barely hiding her pierced nipples. The shorts fit her like they had been sprayed on. Drinking in my admiring stares, she did a slow pirouette watching as I ogled her perfect ass cheeks separated by the tight shorts. "Hot!" I said, shaking my head. Angie looked at her aunt wide-eyed and nodded in agreement.

She climbed onto a stool. "Sandwiches! I'm starving!" she said, grabbing one and nibbling it daintily. I poured her a cup of cocoa and she glanced quickly at my tented shorts and her nearly naked niece, and hooked things together in an instant. An amused look washed over her face as she looked at mine.

"Angie, Honey, I think Jake likes you! Maybe you should finish getting dressed-wear something he'll like!" she said, smiling over her sandwich as her niece blushed. Angie hopped off the stool and dashed back to Sherry's room. "Come sit over here with me," she said, looking at me.

I sat on the stool next to hers and munched on a sandwich. She kicked off her shoe and placed a perfectly painted foot on my knee. "Like this color?" she asked, impishly wiggling her toes on my bare leg.

I nodded appreciatively, spreading my legs at her, displaying my tented shorts. I watched her eyes as she checked me out, and then looked up at me with a look of lust. As I began to rub her foot, she started taking dainty bites of food that she chewed slowly and seductively.

"You like little girls?" she asked in a soft voice. "Angie's just eleven."

"I like them when they're ready. Angie's ready!" I continued to caress her foot, playing with her toes.

"I like girls, too!" Eva admitted. "Especially little girls. I've done some stuff with Molly," she watched my face for a sign of trouble, but I just grinned.

"How was she?" I asked. I moved her foot toward my crotch.

"She's very eager and fresh. Incredibly anal. So far, she's just had girl-girl sex, she wants more. I'll bet she's working on Sherry now. I heard them squealing in the shower." She snorted as I rubbed her foot over my hard dick. Her hand crept into her shirt and exposed a puckered brown nipple. She began pulling on its ring, twisting it to stimulate herself. She smiled at my rapt attention, and her nipple became elongated and full. Her tongue played seductively over her pouty lips. "Let's do Angie when she comes back," she whispered, as her nostrils flared.

I picked up a morsel of sandwich and pushed it into her mouth, invading with my finger. She licked it clean and began sucking it as I rubbed her palate. She looked at me with appreciation as I slowly extracted the digit from her pursed lips. The smoldering look on her face told me that she wanted real sex, but her submissive nature forced her to wait 'til I gave it to her. She wiggled her toes, teasing my cock as I slowly moved her foot around the front of my shorts.

Little Angie returned. The pre-teen girl looked absolutely edible! She wore Sherry's denim fleece vest, which covered her tits, but left her midriff exposed. Below the vest, she wore Sherry's old bikini bottom, a beautiful white almost-thong. It fit her loosely. Her legs were covered by multi-colored striped leggings, and she wore flats on her bare feet. Angie explained that Sherry and Molly had dressed her, and were sure we'd like their work. The girls had added lipstick and brushed Angie's hair. She looked like a sex kitten.

Eva and I didn't stop our play. We grinned and exclaimed over Angie's transformation. I stroked her hair and neck, and then leaned over to kiss her pink lips. She tilted her head and kissed me fully, allowing my tongue into her mouth. I sucked her timid tongue, and rubbed slowly up and down her back. When we broke the kiss, Angie looked at Eva's foot and smiled at its location.

Eva's right shoe dropped to the floor and she stretched both legs around the young girl, pulling her to her. Angie turned to face her aunt and give her a hug. "You look so sweet, Honey!" said Eva. "Molly knows just how to fix you up!" Eva started a long passionate kiss which Angie seemed happy to return. I admired the younger girl's pert ass cheeks, which were split by a thin strip of the bikini fabric. The pale cheeks hollowed as she humped unconsciously into her aunt's open groin.

I reached down and groped the girls ass as her aunt held her. She stiffened at first, and then relaxed into the feeling. I stood and rubbed the ridge of my hard pole into her crack. She pushed, moaning.

Eva broke their kiss. "I'm gonna take Jake back to the bedroom for a massage. You wanna go too?" she whispered in the girl's ear. Angie nodded and stiffened again as my hands found her nipples under the vest. I tweaked the hard nubs and molded the cones of flesh. Eva unbuttoned the vest and opened the front to watch. The young girl squirmed against my hands as I spun her around to face me. I was ready to eat her face, but Eva took her hand and mine and pulled us back to the master bedroom.

We passed Sherry's room. Through the cracked door we all peeked in at the two teens on the bed in a moaning sixty-nine. Molly's sweet round ass faced the door and I watched as Sherry masturbated her rectally while slurping her nearly hairless pussy. They made noises like animals. Eva looked torn between joining them or getting me on a bed.

We proceeded to the master bedroom.

Chapter 5 Back to Bed

Eva put her finger to her lip and acted puzzled. "Now, who should we massage first?" she said, tapping her finger.

"Me!" squealed Angie, kicking off her loafers and scrambling into the middle of the bed. "I've never gotten massaged before," she said with a winning smile. "If you do me, I'll know what to do to the next one!"

"OK," said Eva climbing on next to her while I got on her right side. "First, we have to take off your top!" Eva unbuttoned her own shirt, now hanging open. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it toward the closet. We perved each other's naked chests and Eva noted my left nipple ring with surprise. Little Angie stayed face down on the bed as we peeled her vest off, but she didn't resist.

"Now, Angie, you just relax. We'll make you feel wonderful. You can only say one-word massage commands, and we'll do just what you say."

"Massage commands?" asked Angie, looking up at her exposed aunt.

"Head down, eyes closed. Yes, like 'higher', 'lower', 'softer', 'slower'. And when you're done, say 'stop'. Then your turn will be over. You can roll onto your back if you want to, but keep your eyes closed. OK?"

"Yeah," said Angie with a little smile. Kids love games with rules.

I watched as Eva began massaging Angie's back with a hand on each side of her spine. Angie moaned with appreciation and flattened out like a frog on the bed. I took her right calf in my hands and began gently working on the muscles in her thin leg, stroking toward her foot. I stared at her little ass and peered through the gap that formed around the leg hole of the too-large bikini. I could just see the curly dark hairs of her puffy pussy.

I had to lean forward to sniff her bare foot, which still held the musky leather smell of her shoe. The soft pale toes spread some. I felt my foot fetish kicking in as hormones splashed into my blood. Shivering slightly from the exhilarating odor, and I looked up to see Eva amused and aroused by my obvious nastiness. Her right hand left Angie's back and began to fondle her own left nipple ring. I added my right hand to the girl's lightly muscled back, holding her ankle with one hand while I rubbed my closed lips and nose on the sole of her foot. She wriggled her toes, spreading them for my olfactory exploration. The smell was so wonderful that I began taking little tastes. My dick was hard as glass and pushed on the fly of my shorts.

My other hand shadowed Eva's movements up and down the girl's delicate back, and she began making a happy humming sound when we descended to her lower back. "Lower!" she finally murmured. We were happy to move onto the rise of her sweet little ass. Eva nodded at the two bows which held the bikini bottom around the girl's waist. In a quick move, we both took a string and pulled out the bow. The back triangle of the suit bottom lay loose on Angie's butt as we resumed rubbing her back from shoulder blades to the suit cloth.

Angie was panting slightly. "Lower," she said.

Eva pulled the suit off in a single movement. Only the leggings still remained. Angie's ass was perfect. The white globes squeezed together to form a delightful cleft that disappeared between her legs. Looking down, I could just see the sticky lips of her cunt peaking out. A faint halo of darker skin circled her hidden anus. Eva took our hands over the pretty peak of the delicate buns, still rubbing up and down, now from butt to lower back. Angie moaned and humped the bed in tiny movements. As if on cue, Eva and I began to mold Angie's buttocks, feeling the smooth muscles and flesh. I moved my left hand from her foot up her inner thigh, and leaned over to sniff her ass. Eva helped by pulling the cheek in her hand open while I did mine. Angie's anus was pink and slightly swollen. As we pulled, it gaped open slightly.

I sniffed her shit-hole greedily. Then I blew a warm stream of air into the little opening. It twitched as Angie moaned louder. Eva smiled.

"You let Molly fool with your bottom?" she asked the girl.

"Yeah, sometimes," admitted Angie. "She did a lot last night."

"She put her finger in there?" asked her horny aunt.

"Sometimes."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, sometimes the hairbrush handle, and sometimes her tongue." Angie giggled in an embarrassed way.

"You like that? A tongue in your hiney?" asked Eva.

Angie looked around. "She told me you liked it too!" she whined, sounding like she would cry.

Eva pushed Angie's head back down gently and nodded with a smile to me. "I know honey. I do! I love it!" she said. She began to stroke Angie's crack, gently massaging the rim of her anus. I held the girl's cheeks open wide and her aunt leaned over and lapped at the pink hole. Angie whimpered happily and lifter her ass higher. Soon she was on her knees with her butt in the air begging for Eva's talented tongue. Eva used one hand to frig her niece's naked pussy, the other in her shorts.

I climbed off the bed and pulled Eva's hips in line with Angie's body. Eva pulled the tasty ass open with both hands and groaned as I stripped the shorts from her hips. Her pussy was wet and distended with hunger. She stuck it up in the air, ready for breeding. I dropped my shorts and impaled her on my hard cock, pressing it fully and easily into her hot, slippery fuck tube in a single slow stroke. Her happy groan was muffled in Angie's ass, as were her grunts as I began to fuck her hard.

I barely understood her when she said "Nipples". I reached around and began milking her apple-sized tits, sometimes pulling on the nipple rings. She grunted louder, and louder still as I got rougher. She still had on Lisa's silk shirt, which seemed extra kinky.

Eva was great to fuck, and her sensitive nipples were a real bonus. She squeezed my dick with her cunt muscles every time I pulled on a nipple ring. I was tapping her cervix with my dickhead when she lifted her head and said "FUCK" as she came. The cramping of her vaginal muscles got me off and I sprayed her liberally with hot spunk. Naked, sweating, and unloaded, I heaved myself onto the bed next to Angie. Eva took the other side, hugging her nearly naked little niece to her damp, bare chest. The girl wrapped her legs around Eva's thigh and, as I watched, fascinated, humped herself to a noisy orgasm. I went to sleep cradling her sexy bare hip in my hand.

Chapter 6 Blackout

I woke up to Sherry's disembodied voice. "Jake, the electric's off!" she said peering into the dark room. The sun had set.

"OK!" I growled. "Go get the camp lamp. I'll be there soon."

"Do you know where Eva and Angie are?"

I felt two bodies, now under covers, next to me. "Yep, they're here," Her little "Oh" sounded disappointed. She left to get light.

"We gonna be alright?" asked Eva in a sleepy voice.

"I think so," I said. "The fireplace has a gas log, and the stove's gas." The room had cooled down. If I hadn't been so well-fucked, I'd have covered up like the girls did. I slipped my naked body into their warm, covered space and hugged their warmth to my cold skin. They yelped like scorched cats, but I kissed them into submission. Then I jumped up, threw on my heavy bathrobe. The gas furnace used electronic ignition, and the radiator was cold. I went to see about the fireplace.

By the time the fire was roaring, I felt like I'd invaded a slumber party. The girls were all in pajamas or robes. Eva wore some of Lisa's flannel pajamas and heavy socks. Angie was well-covered by Sherry's pajama top and sweatpants. Molly and Sherry were in bathrobes. The fire couldn't really heat the room, but it dispelled the chill of the sub-zero wind howling outside in the blizzard.

The florescent camp lamp lit the kitchen counter and Eva got up to reheat the cocoa from earlier. I got up to help, and heard Molly and Sherry converge on Angie to pick her brain. She must have tried to hold out, because soon they were holding her and tickling her feet. I watched this ancient ritual knowing that our bedroom secrets would soon be shared.

I slipped my hand into Eva's pajama bottom to feel her fine ass. The counter protected us from little eyes, although they stared and surely guessed where my hand was.

She made a quiet moan and smiled at me. "I'm real anal, too," she said softly, spreading her cheeks with her hands and bending forward. "Touch me. Please!"

I rubbed my index finger over her puckered hole, which was coated slime. "I was masturbating it when Sherry woke you up. I used my pussy to lubricate it." I slipped my finger in to the second knuckle.

"Oh, yes," she hissed desperately. "I'm real close. Push deeper and finger my nipple." The pajama shirt was unbuttoned to her navel. My hand slipped in like a pickpocket and I jerked on her left nipple ring as I slipped my whole finger into her butt.

"YES!" she said loudly. I looked toward the fire. Three pairs of eyes watched in fascination as Eva jerked her head back and rose on her tiptoes. "Two fingers," she barely whispered, trembling on the edge of release.

I slid another wet finger alongside the first, stroking her mossy rectum, and then fully seating the longer middle finger. I gave her ring a sharp pull, and she exploded into a noisy orgasm.

Across the room, I thought I could hear three little fingers frigging three wet slits. Molly emitted an awed "Damn!"

I seated Eva on the kitchen stool and served the warmed cocoa and the leftover sandwiches. As I walked around the counter with the tray, the girls openly inspected the tent that had formed in the front of my robe.

"Show Molly your willie," said Sherry as I squatted down with them around the coffee table. She turned to Angie. "He showed me this morning. It's so kewl!"

"Please!" begged Molly with a cute horny look. I stroked the girl's face, letting her smell the fingers I'd just had up Eva's ass. I knew she'd sniffed and licked her aunt's hungry anus, and I watched her savoring the heady smell and memory. "Show me!" she said hoarsely. She sucked my fingers into her mouth and tongued them.

Eva had regained her composure and walked in. She sat down next to me on the floor with the curious girls. I found a place for my left hand in her lap, lightly fondling her thigh.

"Well," I said, "I guess you can see. It's got to be our secret, though." The three girls nodded their heads and edged closer.

I opened my robe and they stared at my hard dick sticking up through the fly of my boxers. Like a moth to a flame, Molly leaned over to inspect my dickhead. She sniffed it and gave it a tentative taste. The feeling was electric. Her tongue was warm and soft, and I knew she could taste her aunt's pussy. A spray of dick juice met her tongue. She opened and sucked it into her mouth. I rubbed her shoulders and pushed her head to slip more into her. The others watched intently. I could hear and smell girl frigging all around me.

Molly came up for air. "God, I love sucking things! What's that stuff that comes out? Tastes like shrimp! Does your sperm leak out?"

"Nah. It's just dick juice. Drips out when you play with it. If you want sperm, you'll have to suck and lick a long time!" I rubbed her cheek fondly. From the angle of her body, I could just make out the shape of her breasts through the gap in the robe. The nipples were pointed and looked sore.

Then Molly scooted over next to her sister, and I leaned back against the couch and covered my wet dick with a flap of robe. I looked over at Angie, who seemed disappointed and still had her hand in the crotch of a pair of too-big pants she'd put on. "Let's tell stories," I suggested. "I'll go first!" Angie clapped her hands, and the others laughed happily.

The three gathered around the low circular table, Angie on my left, Eva on my right, Molly and Sherry opposite us. I told them the story of my summer at the beach, with elaborately detailed descriptions of mine and Cindy's sexual exploits. The effect of this lusty tale on these horny girls was electric. I watched as I talked and Molly and Sherry began masturbating. Eva's hand crept into my lap, where it met Angie's exploring fingers. They had pulled up my robe and were both stroking my hard dick.

Everyone was panting as I finished the story. I was sure Sherry had cum at least twice, but I couldn't tell about the others.

"OK," I said. "The story teller gets to pick the next teller. Your turn, Molly! Tell a sexy story!"

Molly told the story of her sexual awakening and Eva's role in it.